#plugged in and listenin'

[jolapeno]

on repeat

thank you so much for the tag my darling @rhoorl

rules: go to 'On Repeat' playlist on Spotify, throw it on shuffle and share the first 10 songs you get.

own it - stormzy ft burna boy, ed sheeran

electric - alina baraz ft khalid

kiss me - sixpence none the richer (kiss meeeeeeeeee out of the...

apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

tyler herro - jack harlow

sunday mornings - maroon 5 (smirks to self)

baddadan - chase + status, bou, flowdan, irah, trigga, takura

voodoo - gorgon city

fast car - tracy chapman (im swooning rn omg)

you get what you give - new radicals

so, as per, this is all over the goddamn shop. some of it for reasons 🌝 some of it because this week, I've been trying to make sure my ears only hear happiness. and this, well, is happiness.

tagging: @thelightsandtheroses (my music babe) @saradika @kedsandtubesocks @nothoughtsjustmeds @lavendertales & anyone else who wishes to do it.

[shawtuzi]

finking of morning sex w plug!eren

mdni pls and thank you///cw include: black fem!reader, drug usage (weed), a lot of sexual tension, lazy morning sex that eventually turns kinda rough, some fluff

9:03 AM

the early morning sun nearly blinded you as eren opened the blacked out curtains in your shared bedroom. “ren what the fuck,” you whined burying your face in the plush pillow you were just a few seconds ago sleeping so peacefully on. eren chuckled, bringing a blunt he had freshly pearled to his lips that were still a bit swollen from last nights activities. you’d recently gotten into nibbling and biting on his lips during your intense kisses and although he found it extremely hot he was definitely paying the price for it.

“suns up mama, time to get up….unless you want me to finish this without you,” he smirked blowing a fat cloud of smoke in your direction. you lifted your head from the pillow, a deep scowl on your face. you begrudgingly sat up making eren grin, “yeah that’s what i thought, go freshen up real quick i’ll roll another one while you’re gone.” you let out a dramatic sigh before making your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face.

when you walked back into the room eren was laid up on the bed, little o shaped clouds of smoke flying into the air. “turn on some music,” he grumbled and you quirked a brow waiting for him to finish his sentence with a ‘please.’ when he saw you weren’t moving the realization hit him pretty damn quick, “sorry i meant turn on some music please.” you smiled and happily complied, turning on the speaker. you put on ‘feels like summer’ by childish gambino before flopping onto the bed. “careful baby careful—almost made me ash on my chest,” he chuckled giving your ass a light smack.

“yeah yeah whatever gimme some,” you plucked the blunt from his hands and took a long hit. you maneuvered your body onto his lap, his morning wood definitely not going unnoticed. “what’s on the agenda for today babydoll,” he asked tracing his name over and over on your thigh with his index finger. you handed the blunt back over to him before speaking, “mika invited us to brunch at one, then i have my nail appointment at four, we’ll have to do some grocery shopping tonight, and then i was thinking for dinner i could make that cajun chicken alfredo you like so much.” eren was trying to listen he was really was!! but it was so damn hard when your clothed pussy was directly against his dick that was practically straining against his boxers.

“you listening to me ren?” you giggled snapping your fingers in front of his face. a lazy grin broke out on his face and he nodded, “mhm of course i’m listenin’.” the room was slowly but surely becoming boxed and the more it did the more you and eren we’re feeling the effects of the drug. “had a dream about you last night,” you hummed, leaning back, resting your hands on his muscly thighs. eren smirked, his eyes drifting to your cunt that was practically swallowing your panties. he grabbed the second blunt he had rolled and lit it, “yeah? tell me all about it mama.”

“you were eating me out…and you had those fuckin’ grills in. you were doing such a good job i think i might’ve came in my sleep from it,” you sighed dreamily thinking of how damn fine eren always looked when he had his grills in. you felt eren’s dick twitch but didn’t dare say anything, deciding to tease him a little and see how long he’d last. he handed the blunt to you, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “those grills always make you so weak in the knees don’t they?” he said giving you a lazy smirk. his rough hands trailed from your thick thighs, up your tummy, and finally to your breasts where he gave them a soft squeeze. his thumbs brushed over your nipples and you shivered, nearly dropping the blunt in the process.

you head felt like someone had yanked out your brain and replaced it with hot air bc by god all you could think about right now was eren eren eren. “you dream about me a lot?” he asked, mindlessly toying with your breasts. oh he didn’t even know the half of it. you ran your tongue over your bottom lip, nodding at his question. you were supposed to be doing the teasing, but as always eren had the upper hand and was able to turn you into mush with just a few lewd touches. he looked like a dream right now—his jade eyes were red and hooded, his hair that was usually up was down and cascaded beautifully over his broad shoulders, and he had this damn smirk on his face that was getting your panties wetter by the minute.

‘rendezvous’ by partynextdoor (a song that just so happened to be on your sex playlist) began playing, increasing the sexual tension tenfold. eren’s nonchalant façade began to crumble once of felt your wetness begin to seep into the material of his boxers. “you know if you wanna fuck all you have to do is ask, can practically feel your heartbeat on my dick,” his words made your breath hitch making him smirk for the umpteenth time. “no you…no you can’t! don’t be weird,” you pouted slapping his chest. you hadn’t even realized how turned on you actually were until you felt how uncomfortably slick your pussy had gotten.

eren slowly pulled your panties to the side and this mf actually whistled when he finally laid eyes on your soaked center. “such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled to himself running a finger through your slit. eren took one final hit of the blunt before setting it in the ashtray on the bedside table. without warning he plunged two fingers in your cunt making you gasp but as soon as they were in he pulled them right back out. he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked your essence off of them until they were clean. “i think i’m gonna let you do the work this morning,” he smiled, snapping your panties back into place. you were taken aback at his words a soft ‘huh?’ leaving your pouting lips.

“this weed got me feeling kinda lazy, use me to get off baby i know you can do it,” he gave your thigh a few soft pats and you whined. you sat up just the slightest bit to pull eren’s boxers down mid thigh, his painfully hard dick slapping against his toned stomach. it was a struggle to get your panties off without fully standing up but you managed, and as soon as they were off you began grinding your pussy up and down his dick. each time his mushroom tip nudged against your clit you let out a little mewl that was music to eren’s ears. “goddamn babydoll haven’t even put it in yet and you’re already making my dick wet as fuck,” he groaned, digging his fingers into the plush of your thighs. your slick had his dick glistening in sunlight and man oh man was it a sight to see.

you didn’t even care that he wasn’t inside you yet, all you could focus on was how hard n warm his dick was. “you already gonna cum? hm?” eren breathlessly chuckled and you replied with a weak ‘uh huh.’ one side of eren wanted to take charge so bad and just fuck you silly, but the other part of him was loving how you were taking the lead and becoming so so consumed in the pleasure you were getting just from grinding on his dick.

within minutes you were cumming on his dick with a pathetic whimper, your hands slamming onto his chest so you were able to ride out your orgasm for as long as possible. you were incredibly sensitive in that moment thanks to the two blunts you previously smoked, but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your hand around eren’s dick, using your cum as a lubricant to slowly jerk him off. ���just…just need a minute to regroup,” you breathlessly giggled, flicking your wrist a tad faster. eren groaned quietly, his eyes fluttering shut. “take all the time you need baby i’m—s-shit, i’m content as can be right now,” and he really was!! he had gods most beautiful creation taking care of him how could he not be loving life right now??

“‘kay think i’m ready,” you whispered to yourself before moving your body up until his tip was at your entrance. you slowly lowered yourself down, whining at the stretch. it rlly didn’t matter how many times you and eren had fucked you just couldn’t quite get used to the stinging stretch from that first push in. you finally bottomed out and eren’s hands wasted no time finding purchase on your hips. you felt so full.

“feels s’good ren,” you mewled, slowly moving your hips up and down. you pressed your lips to his in a needy kiss which he happily returned, shoving his tongue in your mouth in the process. “i know baby i know. feel so fuckin’ good—like heaven i swear you feel like heaven,” he grunted, bucking his hips up. you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, giving it a few soft nibbles. ‘so cute’ he thought to himself as you suckled on his lip. he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing lazy circles onto the throbbing nub. “keep doin’ that m’gonna cum again,” your voice was becoming slurred as your second orgasm of the day was approaching.

you buried your face in eren’s neck letting out little chants of his name as your orgasm washed over you. your mind was so fuzzy the only thing keeping you grounded was the smell of eren’s pine scented body wash. “come back to me baby it’s okay i got you,” he murmured in your ear, stroking your back gently. “want…want some more but i can’t do it, need you to take control please,” you whimpered, twirling your fingers in the silky soft strands of his hair.

eren pressed a kiss to the side of your head and wrapped his strong arms around your back before bucking his hips up. usually his pace would be fast and unforgiving, but he knew you had plans for the day and didn’t want to make you completely fucked out. “yeah jus’ like that baby…love the way you fuck me,” your honey smooth voice moaned directly into his ear. oh how eren loved the praise. eren glanced at the alarm clock on your side of the bed:

10:37 AM

as much as he wanted to savor this moment he knew you’d need at least a thirty minute breather to regroup from the sex, and then it would take you about a good hour to get ready for brunch so unfortunately he had to make this quick. his thrusts picked up and you squealed from how hard his dick was bumping into your pressure point. yeah you’d definitely need a pretty long break afterwards. you removed your face from his neck and after what felt like an eternity eren was able to see your gorgeous semi-fucked out face. you couldn’t help the little droplet of drool that escaped from your kiss swollen lips—he was fucking you that good.

“c’mon renny gimme that nut i need it,” you pouted, squishing his cheeks together and giving him a sloppy kiss. eren moaned into your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. “m’gonna give it to you don’t worry—f-fuck gonna…gonna fill that pretty pussy up,” he practically growled, giving you a harsh smack on your ass.

“gonna fill you up so full you’re gonna feel me in your tummy all—”

thrust

“fucking”

thrust

“day”

really really hard thrust

“oh shit!” you cried, unintentionally biting down pretty hard on eren’s poor bottom lip. the mix of pain and pleasure had eren’s eyes rolling as he finally came inside you with a deep groan. you weren’t too far behind, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. eren stilled his movements completely but kept your body in an iron grip against his. he hadn’t even realized your head had found purchase once again nuzzled into his neck until he heard little sniffles. worry began to coarse through his veins as he lifted your head from his neck, inspecting your face with his brows furrowed.

“what’s wrong? what happened? did i hurt you? why are you crying? talk to me please,” questions were coming out of his mouth left and right making you giggle. “wha-what? why are you laughing?” the smallest pout was settling on his lips and you internally cooed at how cute he was being. you cradled his jaw in your hands, giving his nose a soft kiss. “m’fine ren it was just a little intense, that shit is strong,” you laughed again, referring to the two roaches in the ashtray. eren let out a tiny sigh of relief after hearing you were okay, a small smile now making its way onto his lips. “damn you bit my lip kinda hard huh?” he chuckled, sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip and tasted the faintest bit of something metallic.

“m’sorry baby,” you frowned giving his lips three kisses. you slowly lifted yourself off of him making you both groan in unison. “i should probably go shower—don’t wanna be late,” you sighed, sitting up, careful not to let eren see the wince on your face. although eren was tough as nails, seeing you in any kind of pain after sex absolutely broke him.

eren sat up as well and followed you to the bathroom, his eyes drifting to the cum that slowly made its way down your thigh. “didn’t you already shower while i was sleep?” you quirked an eyebrow as steam began to fill the room. eren wrapped his arms around you from behind, giving your neck a sweet kiss, “i did but i certainly don’t mind taking another one with you.” you felt something hard poke at your back and it was all starting to make sense. “really eren? really? we just got done not even ten minutes ago,” you giggled breaking out of his hold. eren licked his lips as he examined your naked body, “s’not my fault ole boy likes you so much.”

“yeah whatever horndog.”

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[callmerainman]

THE SMITHS | Adam x fem!angel!Reader

SECOND PART

plot. in which Adam, after bumping into you listening to music in the elevator, gives you unsolicited music recommendations.

tags. first meetings, Adam being Adam, flirting, concerts, music, getting to know each other, rockstar Adam (still takes place in canon).

taglist. @call-me-nyxx

a/n. Adam is my muse at this point, he's directing all my creative energy lmao. This came up to me as an idea last night, kinda different from my usual Adam content! Might do a part 2, we'll see about that, enjoy!

«Take me out tonight, where there's music and there's people who are young and alive»

The elevator doors slide close, the few heavenly beings have exited, leaving you alone inside the cubic space. Absentmindedly, your foot starts tapping on the floor. A faint melody can be heard from outside your earbuds, the volume of the music set on max. You bumped music in your ears every chance you got, including when you were on bureaucratic duty for the Seraphim's.

«Driving in your car, I never ever want to go home».

As the elevator stops at the upper floor, the doors slide open and reveal who called it. Immediately, you adjust your pose, clutching your paperwork against your chest with arms crossed. Adam, the First Man, just entered the elevator.

He's loudly sipping what seems to be a sugary beverage from a large cup, positioning himself next to you. You've seen him many times, from a distance. At meetings, where you worked as an assistant, walking around Heaven, on posters advertising his band, in court. But you never interacted, there was no reason to. He was one of the big heads of Heaven, while you just hoped that nobody would yell at you for not adding enough milk to their coffee. Of course, this is what makes you nervous. But when the doors close again, you take a deep breath and let the music envelope you again.

«And if a double decker bus, crashes into us»

You relax, forgetting that Adam is next to you. You just stare at the elevator doors, unbothered. You just let yourself get lost in the sad, indie rock tunes that paradoxically raised your spirits. That's until, with the corner of your eye, you see Adam turning towards you. He's saying something, but music muffles your hearing.

«Ihatethasmiths»

You remove one of your earbuds, and you turn around with a gentle, sweet smile.

«Mh? Sorry?» you ask, the corner of your lips curling upwards.

«I said I fuckin' hate The Smiths!».

Your smile fades out immediately, your eyes go wide and your eyebrows shoot upwards. Adam goes back to look straight in front of him.

«tO dIe By YoUr SIdE iS SucH a HeaVenLy wAY to DiE! Ugh, fuckin' hate 'em » he mocks.

Dumbfounded, you just stare at the First Man in shock. Your mouth is slightly open, and your earbud is still pressed between your thumb and index as you can still hear There Is a Light That Never Goes Out playing. Then, the elevator doors slide open with a ding! and Adam just exits, slurping loudly his drink as if nothing happened. You follow him with your gaze, still in shock. The doors start closing again.

«Holy shit» that's all you can say, before disappearing behind them.

—

Next week, you're still in the elevator, a cup of hot coffee in your hand and your earbuds religiously plugged in your ears. Today you're in a good mood. The Heaven Headquarters offices weren't too packed with work and you were rising to the highest floor of the palace to spend time with your co-workers. That's until the elevator stops and the First Man Adam comes in. Again. You stiffen, your wings twitch and, hoping to not be noticed, you roll your eyes. Now that you think about it, it's the same day and hour you two met last week. When he, not-so-kindly, expressed his disappointment in your music taste. Suddenly, you realize something else. That you're...

«You still listenin' to that crap?» Adam says, pointing a finger towards your earbuds.

You sigh, resigned. You're still listening to The Smiths. This time around you heard Adam loud and clear, but you turn the volume down anyways. And, not caring about being all dignified and reverential in front of him, you roll your eyes in front of him.

«Yeah, I'm still listening to The Smiths. Heaven knows I'm Miserable Now».

Adam, scoffing, symbolically brings two fingers towards his mask and pretends to throw up.

«The Smiths are the bane of rock, I swear! Who wants to listen to a man being all whiny about love, vegetarianism and shit. Rock 'n roll is something else, I tell you»

«I disagree on that»

How did you even end up in this situation? Discussing music in an elevator with the First Man on Earth, one of the most important authorities of Heaven. It's just unreal, so much that going on doesn't bother you that much.

«You're into rock music?» Adam asks, shaking his usual drink in his hand, ice making a crisp sound inside the cup.

«Safe to say yes» you say, a collected but confident smile on your face.

«Okay, okay» Adam smirks, mischievous «and who are you rocking out to?»

«Oasis» you reply.

«Ugh»

«Radiohead»

«Nahh»

«Arctic Monkeys»

«Ew»

«Joy Division»

«For fucks sake woman, are you gonna give me a real rock band or keep naming your emo fest-»

«Guns 'n Roses»

Adam's breath stops for a second. You stare at him with a challenging look. His LED eyes digitally burned on his mask squint.

«Okayy miss...?»

«(Y/N)»

«(Y/N). Name 3 Guns 'n Roses songs»

You raise a finger in front of him, your eyes wide in a sort of prohibitive look.

«Nuh uh, don't you try to pull that move on me, I'm not gonna name anything».

«Tch, as I thought» Adam says, before sipping on his cup of icy soda.

You emit an annoyed groan, before sipping on your coffee yourself. As you're about to press start again on your phone to replay the music and metaphorically cancel Adam's presence from the elevator, he speaks again.

«Listen, girlie, if you wanna listen to some real rock music you should, first of all, give up on that sentimental bullshit that people call rock nowadays. Second, you can start by coming to one of my concerts. I'm-»

«Adam, The First Man. I know who you are» you interrupt.

You move your weight from one leg to the other, as Adam playfully smirks at you.

«Of course you know who I am, you probably heard of me from my band»

«Actually, I work as an assistant for the Seraphims meetings» you say.

«Oh, nah I never noticed you. You sure you don't know me from my band? We're pretty sick»

It's not like you expected him to know you from meetings. You mostly worked behind closed doors, preparing paperwork and only handling it to Seraphims last minute. And Adam wasn't really a necessary presence at meetings. He was important, an authority holding a great power for sure, but you don't really understand of what kind.

«I heard that you got a band but sorry, Christian rock is not my genre» you reply, nonchalantly.

Adam jumps a little in surprise, an appalled sound escaping his lips.

«Oh no sweetie, you got it all wrong. Didn't you listen to me when I said that we're a real rock band? We sing about all things rock» he says, theatrically.

«For example?»

«Sex, drugs and bitches of course».

You let out an ironic chuckle, not thoroughly convinced.

«I heard your venues are like, really crowded. I don't know if I feel like tip-toeing all night long to see anything»

«You can always tell security that you're with me»

His statement surprises you, so much that you turn around with a frowned forehead. The scrunch in your face says it all about your uncertainty. Adam looks chill, confidently leaning on the elevator's mirror and looking at you. How long have you been riding this thing?

«You think they'll believe me? Not even in a 100 years»

«Listen sweet cheeks, I'll meet you at the queue between sound check and the start of the show and I'll directly tell em that you're with me».

«You want me to play groupie?»

«Aren't you already?» Adam grins with a wiggle of his eyebrows. A very shit-eating grin.

You let out a playful and sarcastic chuckle «No, but I accept your offer, Mr. Real Rockstar»

«More of a real rockstar than Morissey»

The elevator doors open, it feels like you've been there for an eternity but not necessarily in a bad way. It's Adam's floor, the one just beneath yours, and he waves at you goodbye with a hand.

«See you Saturday, you'll be my number one fan».

«You wish»

How was that one of the most annoying, yet weirdly entertaining conversations you ever had?

—

You've never been to an Adam's concert, because you never had the chance to get into his music even if he was really known all around Heaven. But it was true that his gigs were packed. The line is infinite, and the venue probably won't even be enough for all these people. Suddenly you start to regret your decision. Damn, you even dressed up for this! You nervously start shifting your weight from one side to the other of your body. Security is already telling some people to just go home because it's likely that tickets just ran out. One titanic of a bodyguard goes up to you, arms crossed.

«I'm sorry miss, but we're out of tickets»

«Oh it's fi-»

You can't finish the phrase, distracted by the feeling of a stranger arm wrapping around your shoulders. You straighten yourself, and turn around alarmed. Adam had appeared from behind a portal, which immediately closed behind him. All the people left in the queue turn around, shocked to see the frontman appear right there.

«Don't worry dude, she's with me» he says, confidently.

How can someone be such a loser and so charismatic at the same time? This is what you ask yourself while wrapped around Adam's arm. The security guard nods, and Adam opens the portal back with a snap of fingers. Soon, you find yourself in the front row. Did he just transport you there? Adam has already let go of your shoulders, standing behind the barrier. Fans in the front row start going crazy at the unexpected sight of the frontman. As they scream incoherent, adoring gibberish to him, Adam stays focused on you.

«I'm happy you're here. Trust me, your ears will thank me for blessing them with some real rock» he says, his playful smirk permanently printed on his mask.

You roll your eyes, but you're betrayed by your own smile «We'll see»

«Trust me, you won't be disappointed» Adam replied.

Then, he winks at you before turning around and heading towards the backstage.

When the concert is over, you can confidently say that no, you aren't disappointed. As much as you hate to admit it, Adam can get it. He knows how to play guitar, he's vocally a beast in every good sense possible, and he's a stage animal. He's an idiot for sure, an arrogant one, but he quite literally fucking rocks. It's the way he plays guitar solos, his finger picking technique flawless and effortless. And how he knew how to talk to the crowd, how to move on stage. And you also saw him for the first time without a mask. You didn't know what to expect, but you have no complaints whatsoever. Brown, messy hair, dark but charming circles under his eyes, a fierce grin on his face. You felt your stomach fluttering when he obviously looked at you during Stick It To The Man. As people are leaving the venue, you're about to do the same. Maybe you and Adam will talk about it on your next random encounter on the elevator. But, before you can turn around, you see a security guard gesturing you to come close. He opens the barrier for you, and, confused, you shuffle your way through it.

«Yeah?» you ask.

«Adam wants to see you» the bodyguard says, moving his head to invite you to follow him.

Your heart skips a beat. This is some groupie shit. But you don't mind. You follow the security guard to the backstage, hugging yourself slightly out of nervousness. Adam, who was talking to the drummer, immediately stops the conversation when he sees you approaching behind the security guard. A wide smile extends on his face.

«So, (Y/N)! Did you change your mind about The Smiths?» he asks, opening his arms.

You place your hands on your hips «No, but...you weren't half-bad»

«Not half-bad?» he says, almost offended.

You decide to give up the tough girl act «Okay, I'll admit it, you know how to rock. You were really good».

«HA! Told you! Ladies love my band and you're no exception. And THIS is real rock»

«I'll still bump the shit out of The Smiths next time we meet on the elevator» you protest with a smirk, crossing your arms on your chest.

Adam drags a hand between his messy hair «Instead of meeting in the elevator, me and the rest of the band are going to the after party. It's in a club near the venue. Why don't you come? I still have to recommend you some real music»

Oh this is bad. Adam's teasing smile, the way he got closer to you and is now staring down at you without a shade of awkwardness. And the fact that one of his skilled hands is now placed on your waist, again, without any form of hesitation. Is he hitting on you? You feel your face burning, pressing your lips together. Would accepting make you a groupie? And soon, you realize that you don't care.

«Okay, First Man, I'll come with you. But only if you don't ask me to name 3 songs of a band»

«Deal»

[dogstar9069]

Main Character/メインキャラクター - *Luna

Translation credit official translation

It was then we had touched shoulders and said:

“Let’s make something big! We’ll show them!”, a simple vow we made

Though you had meant it in pure jest

I promised to make it happen!

“You shut your eyes ‘cos you don’t wanna see it!

You plug your ears ‘cos you don’t wanna hear it!

Reality doesn’t play fair, you’re just a kid

So what’cha your plans to do ’bout it?”

I don’t care if that’s what they said to me

The main character always has something to prove

Buried deep down inside of me is something special—I promise…

It was then we parted from one another, with

Our dull futures paralleling each other

Falling in-line with everyone

While we step into our roles and adulthood

But I felt so overwhelmed

I ran and abandoned it all

Tripping on my way down

Grasping for my dreams

It surrounds me, like a disease, gnawing at me

I’m lost now

“Cut your losses! Luck doesn’t get you far!

Life’s a game you cannot win!

Wake up! Reality doesn’t play fair!

Heroes are long since dead, you’ll never become one!”

Don’t keep telling me all that bullshit

I’m not a fool, I already knew

The anxiety brings me to tears

You knew this once, didn’t you?

I saw so many warning signs ahead

But this path I take is the choice I’ve made

I’m gonna prove them all wrong

I’m the main character, this is my story!

I’ll keep believing in my dreams

I’m gonna rewrite the world’s reality

And now, there’s no turning back

And it was then, I knew I had been left behind:

“Let’s make something big! We’ll show them!”, a nostalgic dream,

An ambitious goal,

No wonder people stopped listenin’

So focused, I hadn’t seen I had grown up

When I look around, I see everyone struggles the same

I realize now that we all carry the same burdens…

The place where you’re standing—I see it

It’s the future I had cast aside

We’d chosen such different paths

I doubt you could ever understand it now, but

Why is a pretentious dropout laughing so loud?

Your pointing is so childish!

Can’t you see it?

Oh, how I hate it

[sealrock]

send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with

ask meme

cw: discussions of death & religion

(ty for the ask @oneiroy!)

"D'you think She's listenin'?" A low voice came from her right. It was midafternoon, a time dedicated to meditation and spiritual nourishment, not childish whispering. Tauvane usually spends her rest period alone in the empty chapel, but the task to monitor the recovery of one poor soul her Sisters had saved fell squarely into her lap. Tauvane didn't falter in her prayers, however. She kept her head bowed, her eyes closed. The muted words flowed from her mouth like water from a spout. She knew the Halonian prayers better than anyone, for it had been ingrained in her mind since she was old enough to talk. "Ya have to wonder if the ice queen up above gives a fig about Her flock if all She does is plug Her ears."

Her eyebrow twitched, a sign of slight irritation. Tauvane rolled the rosary between her fingers, clasping the beads tighter. She heard a petulant sigh and shuffling, followed by a sharp wince. Tauvane let out an exasperated sigh before turning to face her fidgety companion. Pelleas scowled in discomfort as he massaged his lower back. Perhaps the stone pews were too uncomfortable for his battered body, but this was the first time Pelleas had been allowed outside his cell after five moons of confinement.

The spear of a fellow knight impaled his abdomen in the chaos of the ambush. Instead of wisecracking, Pelleas should thank the Fury for aiming the polearm slightly to the right so it would not sever his spine. Tauvane felt a slight twinge of pity for the man, nonetheless—slight.

"Come, you must return to your quarters for another healing session."

"Oh, joy, more manhandling," came a deadpanned response. Tauvane let the comment slide as she helped Pelleas into his wheelchair since he still couldn't walk a few fulms before growing exhausted. Tauvane noted how the muscles atrophied during his time bedridden, meaning he would have to rebuild strength in his legs to support his tall frame. Pelleas, usually cheeky enough to playfully fake aches and pains to get a rise out of his caretaker, was not up to it today. Exhaustion painted Pelleas' features and aged him considerably, his one good eye sunken and dark.

She wheeled him down cold, unassuming hallways and into the snow-covered cloister, making a note to go faster at risk of Pelleas catching sick. Tauvane made no effort to speak to her fellow Swordsisters who passed her by, for they would not turn their gazes to her and her charge. For all concerned, Pelleas was invisible, something to look past.

While not outright forbidden, it was rare for the Order of Saint Jehanne to take in male outsiders, but they wouldn't stay long. The vow of chastity was an unbreakable oath every Swordsister took to heart, but temptation lurked around every corner. To have a man housed underneath their roof for so long was a test sent from the Fury; would Her subjects endure this trial or be swayed by earthly cravings? Pelleas knew not the way of the Swordsisters, and he was as ignorant as a newborn. But even newborns need to be taught much like Tauvane had been.

The warmth from the fireplace kept away the chill from Pelleas' stone walls, his back exposed as he lay on his belly in bed. Tauvane's knowledge in conjury wouldn't be a cure-all, but it helped the man's pains during these long winter months. The tingle of aether weaving through Tauvane's hands set Pelleas' taut muscles underneath the ragged scar tissue at ease, and a sigh of relief broke the silence. Tauvane gave no outward reaction. She continued to provide aid as any good shepherd would do to their flock. But a flock of karakul can't speak.

"I can't stand the church."

Her fingers twitched. Tauvane lifted her gaze to rest on the back of Pelleas' blond head, his face obscured by his cool pillow. His words came out muffled, but the lingering contempt was plain.

"Does that include me, Ser Pelleas? I am but a cog in the greater design."

A mirthless snort came as a response.

"You're a cog, yeah. But not a well-oiled one."

"Why is that?"

Tauvane's neutral response elicited Pelleas to twist onto his back to stare at her. His green eye burned with resentment.

"Look at me, look at yourself. We risk our lives day in and day out for the blasted church filled with sniveling whoresons, fighting this war with no end. We are cogs in a machine, but there's no one operating the machinery. But that's besides the point I'm tryna make: why doesn't Halone send down Her bloody spears and kill the raving lot of snakes already? Why should I have to do all the hard work?"

Tauvane pinched her brows together; she didn't like the tone of voice Pelleas took. He would usually incite Tauvane with innocuous statements of blasphemy that would lead to ecclesiastical debate, but Tauvane never realized Pelleas held such resentment in his heart.

"I suggest you keep your voice down ere any judgment come upon you," she earned a scoff, "but to answer your question: yes, Halone could end the war with one fell swoop. But you and I, as Her congregation, are Her earthly soldiers tasked with preserving the land, and we must continue to show Her our unbending loyalty and spirit to fight. To suffer is to be closer to the Fury, and for you to suggest indolence is inaccurate and borderline heretical. We cannot rely on Halone to solve all of what ails us, for we would not be able to grow. You must have faith in Her, as She does you."

Tauvane's response was automatic and well-rehearsed, but it sounded halfhearted in her ears. Pelleas said nothing, but he didn't seem happy with the answer. Tauvane sighed and licked the dryness off her lips, sitting at the soldier's bedside for what felt like hours, the crackling fire acting like a ticking timepiece.

"I know it's difficult to grasp for someone lapsed in his faith, and you have indeed suffered great loss in your life to warrant your frustrations, but She loves even all wayward souls under Her domain. Volume eleven of the Seventy-two Articles of Halonic Polity says: 'Of the Fury's love all men will receive, and by the balance of Her spear will all be set free.'"

"Is that what you truly believe?"

Her response came a few seconds late, "Of course."

Pelleas worked himself into a sitting position, his good eye meeting Tauvane's steely gaze. He leaned in towards Tauvane's hidden ear, the scent reminiscent of petrichor filling her nose, and whispered:

"Don't kid yourself."

Tauvane recoiled, "Excuse me?"

"Admit it. You're just as bitter as I am. We're supposed to be Halone's children, but look at us: a filthy Brumerat with no future and a sinful halfling. She abandoned us. We got no seat at Her table. I know that line all too well, it's been smacked into me head since I was a child scrounging for food after me folks froze. We're all equal under Halone, yet the wolves at Her gates dressed in fine silks and gold keep me away. For people like me in the Brume, Halone couldn't give a rat's arse about us. If suffering is close to godliness, the whole of the Brume would be saints. If I spent my whole life in solitude like you, constantly praying, singing, and whipping myself, would that earn me a ticket into the Halls? Would I be good enough then?"

It was Tauvane's turn to say nothing. Her gaze wavered—she couldn't bear to look at Pelleas' intense expression any longer.

"You could say I've lapsed in my faith, but I have a hell of a good reason to. You didn't have to watch your parents hopelessly pray for safety in a blizzard, only to wake up the next morning and find them frozen stiff in each other's arms, or spend the rest of your life praying for relief only to be ignored. And what did the holy bitch do to stop it? Absolutely nothing. I spent half of my years screaming for a reason why She couldn't extend Her grace unto me, I have done nothing wrong to be forsaken. You never had to struggle like I did, you've been kept safe and secure in your castle walls here all your life. A privileged life in the bosom of the Fury. So forgive me if my faith calls for the sacrifice of what little I have left, but you don't know me. I'm not a mindless karakul being led off the ledge by the holy book like the rest of you. Call me a heretic if that makes you feel better."

Pelleas was calm as he spoke, but Tauvane could feel the undercurrent of rage in him, evident in how his shoulders hunched over and the low growl in his voice. She dropped her eyes down to her lap and picked at her cuticles in shame. Pelleas was right; she didn't know him at all... But it goes both ways.

"Forgive me for overstepping my bounds, I mean no offense. However, I must make it clear that I am not privileged. Yes, I am a halfling, but I am as much of a sinner to the Fury as anyone else. I was not blessed with a warm and happy home—far from it. My earliest memories are of the confines of my mother's living quarters amongst the servants of my father's house... his lawful wedded wife couldn't bear my presence. I wasn't wanted, I'm a karakul with no shepherd. I was born in the sin of my mother and shaped by my father's iniquity. Contrary to what you may think, I have no place anywhere, not even within the Order."

Pelleas straightened his posture and narrowed his eye, watching Tauvane coolly unpeel the layers of her troubled past like one would do an artichoke. The whole while, Tauvane kept her eyes on the miniature painting of Saint Jehanne hung on the back wall, her patron's humility reflected in the faded watercolors. She detached herself from the current conversation as to not show emotion, she was speaking as is Pelleas wasn't just a few ilms beside her.

"I was like you once. I prayed until my knees bled for salvation, I beat myself raw with reeds for confirmation that She loved me. The church teaches us that Halone loves Her people, so surely She would have boundless adoration for a helpless innocent who did not ask to be born, not if no one else would grant me the feeling of attachment. I have no friends here, they all believe me damned. I prayed for Halone to answer my calls and tell me that I was not a sinner, I have suffered many times for Her. But because of my wretchedness, I would have to endure a thousand hardships before She'll take notice." Tauvane gave a wry smile. 

"As said in volume forty-one, the Parable of the Lost Karakul: "'Which of you men, if you had one hundred karakul, and lost one of them, wouldn't leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and go after the one that was lost, until he found it? When he has found it, he carries it on his shoulders, rejoicing. When he comes home, he calls together his friends, his family, and his neighbors, saying; 'Lo, rejoice with me, for I have found my karakul which was lost!' I tell you that even so there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents, than over ninety-nine righteous people who need no repentance.'" I read that passage every night before I went to sleep as a girl. I saw myself as that lost karakul, and Halone as the good shepherd who carried me home. I awaited the day where She would extend Her hand and wrest me from my suffering... that day hasn't come yet."

Tauvane drew in a deep breath, "My devotion to Halone is absolute, I was raised by the Order to honor Her. But my relationship with Her is strained, like a daughter towards her mother. Is it because of my birth that She refuses me? Does life not yet born pass Her keen judgment? For all my life, I have been told of my sin, about how much I need to repent. The price is a hefty sum, and I have already paid half of my life to the balance owed. But how much is enough?"

Silence hung over them for seconds, minutes, hours. The air felt thick, the walls closer than usual. Tauvane felt like she was being buried alive. In truth, only a few minutes passed. Tauvane returned to her senses to find Pelleas propped against the headboard of his bed, arms crossed with a serious countenance. She blinked once, then twice.

"My apologies, I fear I got too ahead of myself. What I said to you is confidential—do not say a word of this to anyone."

The dour look was soon replaced with a playful smirk stretching across his lips, "I would not think it, my fair lady."

Tauvane felt the irritation rise in her throat. She started to say something but quickly clamped her mouth shut. All she could do was shake her head at the snicker she received.

"Enough idle talk. The hour grows late, and I must return to my duties."

"Leaving so soon?" Pelleas pouted, "We were just beginning to bond over our shared disgust for organized religion."

"I'll bring you your supper in a moment. Good day, Ser Pelleas."

Tauvane ignored his last comment in favor of leaving the room, her stride unbroken as she closed the heavy door behind her. In that short moment in the emptiness of the hallway, she allowed herself to double over as it felt like the air had been forced out of her chest. The words that fell out of her mouth began to sink in.

I didn't mean any of that. O 'lone, the almighty heritor of ice, please forgive your humble servant, nothing I said was true.

Tauvane repeated that like a mantra. Why did she do that? To let herself grow so vulnerable to an outsider, a man with loose morals, it settled like a rock in her stomach. Pelleas' soul may not be saved in his final hours, but Tauvane would not be easily swayed.

She let Pelleas know her weak points, and he exploited them to his advantage to spread heretical ideals. Yes. That's the story she'll tell to the Reverend Mother if word gets out about their conversation. Tauvane let go of the doubt in her heart a long time ago through ardent prayer, she's above that now. She knows the Fury would not lead her astray; She loves even a poor sinner like Tauvane unconditionally.

She does.

She doesn't.

Tauvane shook her head as if to rid herself of the niggling worm in the back of her head, a worm that tells only lies. She'll have to show penance for her lack of faith later, a proper mea culpa. The scabbed scars on her back began to itch in protest, but she ignored it.

[sentientcave]

♻: Scrapped Idea and 🤔: Story you haven't written/started yet?

Hi hello thank you for asking!! For a scrapped idea, The Station -- And by scrapped I definitely mean recycled because I'm using the general premise for a sci-fi novel now. I'm gonna include an excerpt though because I low-key really liked what I did write for it:

Ghost thumped on the door, and it finally popped open, the hydraulics making a defeated hissing noise. Gaz disconnected from the door panel and bumped fists with Ghost. “Thanks, bruv. Must’ve been jammed.” “Dried blood in the gears,” Ghost grunted. “Seen it before.” They continued on. Gaz had downloaded a schematic of the station while he was plugged into the console, and displayed it on his holo-tool. “Engineering’s a good place to start. These stations use crystalline fuel— Nice and stable, and expensive. We can load up Salvo and send him back to the ship to unload, and then come back for more. I gotta build a second one some day. Would be worth havin’.” “Should be enough around ‘ere to build three or four,” Ghost said, kicking a half-destroyed android out of their path. “We can pick up a service cart in engineerin’ too. These stations are full of redundant parts. Backups for backups.” “Any life signs?” Soap asked nervously, wide blue eyes fixed on a gutted corpse lying to the side of the hallway. “I’m working a decryption program in the background,” Gaz said, holding his tablet up with his other hand. “I’ll let you know once I get into security systems. I can probably tap directly into the computer from engineering too.” “Good job, Gaz,” Price said. “Be nice to have an idea where these beasties are holed up.” “Bridge, most likely.” Ghost said. “Might know we’re ‘ere.” “Well, if they’re listenin’, we don’t give a damn what they’re doin'. Want nothin’ to do with ‘em, and won’t get in their way. Just here for salvage.” Price glanced up at one of the security sensors, wondering if there was a scalie, shark-toothed bastard looking back at him from some console somewhere. “But we’re also a tougher mouthful than these civvies. Wouldn’t try it.”

As for something I haven't written/started yet... I pretty much start everything I think about (which is how I have like 19 wips right now lmao) but I have some like, alternate event ideas for a really long fic I've been working on called Sparrow where Morgan (the mc) runs away to Montana instead of getting involved with the 141's mission and Price comes looking for her a few months down the line and gets a little mad and sexy with it. But I gotta write and post Sparrow before I'm allowed to write alternate universes for it.

[kingkennny10]

Way of The Triune God

Kenny Mccormick x Gn!Reader

fluffy lil breakfast w kenny oneshot listenin to music, my typical kenny oneshot :( im still a sucker for classic romance tropes established relationship burned pancakes and i love yous 😈

You were always the first to wake up out of the two of you. The sun was peaking through the blinds across from you and Kenny’s shared bed. Carefully as to not wake your lover you got out of bed and stretched making your way groggily to the bathroom. After doing your business and start brushing your teeth the door swings open. This is nothing new for you though, Kenny slowly slots himself behind you wrapping his arms around your waist with closed eyes. He is obviously still tired as he rests his head in the crook of your neck groaning softly. He says something into your neck but you just giggle because you can’t understand him like this. Quickly you finish up brushing your teeth so you can ask what he said. “Whats the matter baby?” You shrug your shoulder to coax him to speak.

“I said, you left me all alone.” He whines along with a pout you catch in the mirror. You can’t help the fond smile that spreads across your lips at your sleepy lover.

“I needed to use the bathroom!?” You stated obviously. He squeezed you close to him and laid a kiss on your shoulder before speaking again.

“Am i making breakfast?” He asked letting you go so he could brush his teeth aswell. You slid past him going for the door.

“No, but you can help me if you like?” You stated now standing in the open doorway. He turned to look at you with sparkles in his eyes. You giggled as he nodded his head frantically. “Well hurry up an finish so I’m not alone then!” You made your way to the kitchen in your shared home and your boyfriend was not far behind.

“What you wanna make honey?” He asked while you looked around in the fridge. He sat himself on the counter next to you waiting patiently for orders.

“ I’m thinkin pancakes eggs and bacon, sound good?” You peeked you head out the fridge holding a half carton of eggs.

“Sounds perfect!” He said with a wide grin. He hopped off the counter to reach in the overhead cabinet grabbing the pancake mix. You place the eggs next to the stove reaching for some pans.

“Is the speaker plugged up?” You ask heading back to the fridge for the bacon and butter. Kenny glanced over to the plug on the other side of the kitchen before walking over to plug in the speaker in question.

“It is now, whos dj?” Kenny asked walking back over to the clean dishes grabbing a big enough bowl to mix the pancakes in.

“Me cause you had it during dinner last night.” You said pulling out your phone after turning on the heat to start the bacon. You already knew what playlist to put on, its a specific one you made that reminds you of him. He hasn’t heard it yet but your sure he will love it. “You can handle the pancakes right?” You asked in a teasing tone, to which he rolled his eyes.

“Of course I can! You remember who cooked dinner last night?” He said grabbing a wisk from the utensils drawer.

“Okay okay, but hurry up cause I’m hungry.” You said finally starting to cook the bacon. You and Kenny worked swiftly in your shared kitchen. Both of you singing to just about every song that came on. You had finished the eggs and bacon while kenny was still making pancakes, you were sitting on the counter behind him watching him sway and sing to the music. Your heart swelled with all the love in the world watching him like this, shirtless in his pajama pants spatula in hand occasionally singing into it like its a microphone. This is who you’d choose to spend the rest of your life with, and you couldn’t be certain but he would spent his with you aswell. The song changed to a current favourite of yours that you’ve heard on tiktok, Way of the triune god. When you heard it you squealed and began to sing along with no shame.

“Baby you know this song!?” Kenny turned back to look at you happily singing along. He had the biggest smile on his face watching you swing your feet singing along. You looked over at him and nodded happily still singing along. He was quick to join you in singing the lyrics, stepping away from the stove to pull you down to dance.

“You know it too?” You asked and he nodded. He spun you around and pulled you back close so he could keep swaying to the music. “I would’ve never guessed you’d enjoy this song too Ken.” You gave him a peck on the lips now humming the lyrics.

“Baby, I’m just a lil redneck boy at heart, how could I not know and love this song.” He said as he dipped you still looking into your eyes. A giggle escaped your smiling lips as you looked up at him.

“Well that’s good cause this song reminds me of you!” You said and he pulled you back up to hold you close again. He let out a short laugh before peppering your face in kisses.

“I love you sweet pea.” He spoke up after he finished his onslaught of kisses. You leaned in to share a more tender loving kiss before looking back into his bright eyes.

“I love you too honey.” You said punctuated with a tight hug. After all but 2 seconds you and him both started to smell burning. “Please tell me that’s not a pancake left on the hot pan.” You lifted your head to look Kenny in the eyes.

“It’s. . . Not. . .” He said wide eyed before he quickly grabbed the pan and rushed to the garbage tossing the contents away while you turned off the stove completely. You sighed and he simply snaked his arms back around your waist swaying you side to side. “Well, ready to eat sugar?”

“Yea, remind me to not play that playlist while your cooking ever again.” You said with a laugh as you grabbed the plates of food. Kenny only pouted as he followed you grabbing the non burnt pancakes.

ive made a decision, not really, idk. i love kenny mccormick and i hope you do too, cause lord knows most my writing ideas are about him :( also i really had to get this one out my system cause i really love this song for some reason and i keep it on my kenny mccormick playlist, enjoy cause who knows what ill post next

[pickleandthequeen]

Chichi: I don’t want Gohan listenin’ to this kinda music

Piccolo: got it

~27.4 minutes later~

Piccolo: hey Gohan don’t tell your mom, I’m taking you to a Disturbed and Breaking Benjamin concert

Gohan: what

Piccolo: here are your ear plugs we leave in 10 minutes

[authorityissues]

what're u listenin to these days? genres/songs/artists/albums

I got some random comp CDs that I'm slowly savoring but today I plugged in rudi peni great war which is a total comfort album for me

[jolapeno]

album tag

thank you for the tag my loves: @penvisions @joelsgreenflannel and @thundermartini

rules: list five of your top albums in a poll and let your mutuals and followers vote on which matches your vibe.

npt: @goodwithcheese @secretelephanttattoo @pedgito @janaispunk @perotovar

@luxurychristmaspudding @javier-pena

[oxidizeds]

▽ 28 😁 ( thing 1 n thing 2 or perchance the siblings??)

“life’s better now than it was back then.”

the statement catches logan off guard, given the fact that a mere thirty seconds ago they were laughing about their high school endeavors. from logan allowing elijah to take scissors to his hair in the gym bathroom to acting as a footstool for his best friend to climb out of that same bathroom's window to avoid suspension, there were countless instances where anyone would question if either of them had any sort of conscience upstairs. to those same people, those instances would likely be laughable, and granted, they were pretty funny in retrospect.

that's not to say logan wouldn't get aggravated if anyone besides elijah would laugh, simply because it wasn't their joke to laugh at. they were the only two with the proper context, with the understanding that those things only occurred as a last resort. for example, logan's quote-on-quote haircut incident only transpired as a result of his senior pictures being taken the following period, and he hadn't had the chance for a month to get a haircut, nor would his parents break time in their "schedules" to help him. it was stupid, really, and it wouldn't have been the end of the world by any means. but he wanted something good to show for his time in high school and those pictures were the only thing that were entirely in his control. so, leave it to elijah to come up with the idea to snag their technology teacher's scissors and have a good old diy over a bathroom sink. it wasn't horrible — only as good as could be expected from his friend's inexperienced hand. but to this day it remains logan's favorite hairstyle that he's ever had (not that he'd ever soberly invite elijah to do it again).

the context of such moments were never something he thought of at first glance, as he was so used to dragging it along it by now that he practically absorbed the weight. however, he is more than aware that elijah is cursed with the opposite feeling — every moment having a grim cloud looming overhead in the moment it's recalled, shoved into his arms to hump along with him. he was never able to put it down. the realization comes at a delayed rate for logan, and he wants to blame his blissful ignorance on the countless drinks he's got crawling through his system, but he knows he simply wanted to believe that he could coerce elijah into stooping to his level. but that approach can't work here; he's got to offer to carry some things for him. he'll always carry some things for him.

"yeah, it is," he finally replies, one hand reaching to clap his friend on the back before sliding up to ruffle his hair with a bittersweet grin. he hopes elijah knows that it's only because of him that logan can agree. the only thing he cares more about is making sure that feeling never leaves his friend for as long as he's alive. but first: "you got uglier, though. it's like your head got bigger, or something."

[st4rbwrry]

spread ‘em. reiner braun.

੭ cw: fem!reader, construction worker!reiner, headcannon/drabble, reiner does his chores *wink wonk*, public sex, bimbo reader, breeding, pregnancy talk, size difference, thick reader, toy! (butt plug), jealousy/possessiveness, use of ‘daddy’ like once, reiner has a southern accent in my head idc.

construction worker!reiner who squints his eyes through the cloud of wood specks and orange jackets to see a familiar black GTR pull up and park off the construction sight, recognizing the hot pink license plate that read ‘bratz doll’, a gift from him from last year’s anniversary. reiner chews on his toothpick, walking towards the vehicle and seeing you step out happily. his eyes widen when he notices the way your tits bounce in your baby blue fuzzy crop top as you giggle and wave his way, his coworkers behind him looking your way with the same expression as his; attentive. reiner clenches his jaw, wondering why you’re dressed so—openly this early in the day.

construction worker!reiner who sees you pop open the trunk and bend over in your obscenely high denim skirt to retrieve two grocery bags, acrylics brushing your hair behind you as you wave their way, all the men waving back with lustful glares. reiner clears his throat when you approach him, his body buff and tall compared to yours, dainty and short. your thick thighs touching, hips popping out as you dance in your spot. you really did resemble a bratz doll, makeup all done, lips plump, and your cheeriness drawing all the men in. you tell reiner you spent all morning making birria tacos for him and the guys, wanting to give them a nice meal on this lovely sunday morning. reiner smiles at you faintly, seeing the genuine glint in your eyes, bending down to your level to press a sort of rough kiss to your forehead after he spits away his toothpick. you greet everyone individually, making your way to a table to set everything up, even bringing ice cream and bottles of water.

construction worker!reiner who’s not fond of the dirty looks his wife is getting, watching each of their hands and the way they talk to you, wishing they’d try it. he stands on the sideline as you pass out platters and drinks, all of the dirt and grim covered men thanking you and complimenting how good the food was. reiner had enough. when you feel his rough hand grab your wrist and pull you away, you follow behind his large figure with giggles. he’s taking you somewhere secluded—not much though. behind the skyscraper they’ve been building for months now. only wood so far. you’re technically inside of it when he presses you up against a piece of wood, staring up at him innocently. he was just texting you an hour ago after sending you money to get your nails done. he forgets sometimes you don’t realize the power you have over men. you act so innocent, so unaware of these things, and that’s what frustrates him.

construction worker!reiner who realizes that everything he’s saying to you right now with a hiss in his tone is going completely over your head. your attention stays on his body, the yellow and orange vest on his shoulders, the white tank with dirt, dark jeans and heavy tan timberland‘s on his big feet. he’s so fucking big it always makes you shift and bite your lip. his veins are bulging in his arms. his hands are wide and rough. his blonde hair is tousled around showing that he’s been working hard. just to provide for you. to take care of you. to cater to you.

“you listenin’ t’me, woman?” reiner’s brows knit together, tapping underneath your chin with a curved finger to bring your eyes back to him.

“you wanna see my nails, daddy?” your eyes are big and pretty as you tut out your bottom lip, reiner looking down as you run your fingers over your soft thighs, lifting your skirt up to your stomach. reiner breathes heavily through his nose as you tug at your blue lace panties, stretching them to show off your cute butterfly tattoo on the side of your cunt. “you like them? i got coffin just like you wanted.”

construction worker!reiner who turns you around to bend you over, your lip between your teeth as he brushes the outline of his cock against your plush ass, a moan you let out making him strain in his jeans. ‘have to show you something’, you say. with your cheek against a wooden plank, you fondle your ass, reiner watching the cute french tips with glittered designs drag over your flesh. spread ‘em’, he’ll say as he’s pulling aside your thong, raising his brow when he notices a shimmery object in between. you do what you’re told, spreading your cheeks apart to show him the rose gold plug snugly inside your puckered hole. reiner swears he’s losing his mind, titling his head sideways to get a better look, your pretty pussy lips begging to be sucked on. but he’s not giving you that satisfaction, atleast not now. ‘been a bad girl, sweetheart’ reiner smacks your ass to see it bounce, turning your back around to make you watch him unzip his jeans and pull his rock hard dick out, slapping it against your cute tummy.

construction worker!reiner who grabs your chin roughly before locking his lips with yours, wetly connecting, whispering in between kisses that you’re not to fuck with him while he’s on the job. to stop giving everyone a peak of what he comes home to at midnight. you keep playing dumb to rile him up a little more. ‘i got a wax too since you sent me too much.’ or ‘went to fenty yesterday, i found so many cute things to wear for you, baby.’ to which reiner will only respond with a gruff ‘yeah?’ you’re being a smart ass, a brat who needed taming real fucking quick.

“tellin’ me you did all that jus’ to show them too? you crazy?” he pecks your lips one last time before his bulky arms are lifting you up, his hands under your underarms to have you curled up, legs over his shoulders, tits to his chest, ass touching his thighs, hands tangled in his hair as his stubble scuffs against you face, your pink toes curling as he slides you down on his cock with ease, not being gentle about it either. he doesn’t even give you time to object or prepare. he’s fucking you hard, his forehead to yours as you claw at the back of his neck and squeak, scream, cry like a fucking slut. reiner knows it, but doesn’t really know it—but he’s really fucking big. his dick is fat, heavy, mushroom pink tip with veins and hangs so low it’s like half his arm. hurts so good. stretches you wide, makes your pussy drool over it.

construction worker!reiner who lifts and brutally slams you down on his cock, doesn’t bother telling you to be quiet because they might hear you, doesn’t care if tears are blurring your eye sight because he’s bullying his cock in the depths of your gummy walls to give your cervix a few kisses. doesn’t care if you have a belly bulge, and you’re whimpering like you’re in heat as he fucks you raw, feeling every delicious ridge of his dick. his knees are slightly bent, your light weight in his arms nothing as he pounds his hips. some of his fingers slip between your cheeks to push the plug still, licking and mouthing at your neck, your eyes crossing as you shudder.

“don’t fuckin’ show up like that again. i’ll fuck you harder every time i see you. spill my load in you, then the next time they see you, you’ll be months pregnant.”

“wanna get me pregnant? wanna keep me as your cute little housewife?” you hum, running your tongue over his lips. his thrusts get sloppy when he thinks about it. seeing you waddle around with a swollen stomach would be so fucking arousing. knowing he did that to you. secure with the fact that you’re bound to him forever, especially when your blood together runs through another. what a fucking fairytale.

“i’ll do it now you keep talkin’ like ‘dat,” reiner chews at your neck harder, bruising you, marking you like a beast would his mate. you’re drunk off his dick, lids low and mouth drying out from how long you had it open, reiner’s fingers indenting into the rounds of your hips and ass, tugging you down on him until he’s gasping, pushing you up against the wooden plank and grinding his waist slowly as he cums, coating your walls fully. you feel it, smiling because you knew he was going to do it anyways.

construction worker!reiner who visibly sees you upset when he pulls out and sets you to his feet, wiping that smile off swiftly when he crouches down and sucks on your clit like a pacifier, reiner admiring your as you scoot against his face and gush on his tongue that slithers out to lap you up when you squirt, the amount small but still very amusing. reiner pats your ass after pulling down your skirt, tucking his dick back to the side as he whispers in your ear. ‘gon’ now. get some sleep. i’ll be home in a few hours so be ready for me ‘cause m’nowhere near done.’

construction worker!reiner who smirks at you as you stumble back to your car, the other workers giving the two of you knowingly glares back and forth, shouting ‘bye boys!’ to all the stunned men who heard most of everything. reiner turns to them with his brow raised, clapping his hands together. ‘well? fuck y’all staring at? get back to work!’

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 ���𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[hyenahunt]

Lullaby: A Gentle Nightmare - 4 (END)

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Proofreading: bakemonoremy (JP) & royalquintet (ENG)

Jun: (In a voice full of longing, he's saying "wouldn't it be great if someone wished that for me?")

Location: Reimei Academy’s dormitory, Jun and Kohaku’s room.

Time: In the present, after the recollection ends.

Jun: .........

Kohaku: ...Mm, I see. I still ain't too clear on it, but sounds like ya sure had a rough dream.

Jun: Ngh. Maybe there's something wrong with me. Why would I ever have a dream like that—

Kohaku: Calm yerself down, Jun-han, 's just a dream. It doesn' have ta be connected to reality.

Pretty much everyone has weird dreams, y'know, and it's just nonsense tryna come up with a logical explanation for 'em.

'Sides. While I dunno just what ya dreamed about, I reckon I've got an inkling of why ya had a nightmare.

Lookie here, Jun-han. Ya left yer earphones in yer ears.

Jun: Hmm? Ah... you're right~ I thought I felt something uncomfortable in 'em.

Kohaku: Mm. They say you'll get nightmares if ya go to sleep while listenin’ to music.

So if that's all it was, then ya don't gotta go tearin' yer hair out tryin' ta find some kinda deeper meaning to it, right?

Jun: Ah~... Yeah, that makes sense. You're right, Sakura-kun.

I was half-asleep so I was kinda out of it but — it seriously was just a dream. It's pretty dumb to worry so much about it, isn't it~?

Kohaku: Atta boy. In the end, all ghosts are merely dried grass in the wind —

Dig too deep into any worldly mystery and you'll only find a boring truth behind it. Ain't nothin' to gain from rackin' your brains too hard over 'em.

In fact, you should just leave yer dreams behind the moment ya wake up. No point in bringin' 'em over to reality.

Rather than that, Jun-han, what sorta music were ya listenin' to? What kinda genres do ya like?

Talkin' 'bout something mundane like this'll chase yer dream right off and free ya from all yer woes ♪

Jun: Right. Well, it wasn't music but...

I'd plugged my earphones into my phone, and started watching the videos Kunugi-sensei handed me for my own reference, and...

Akiomi: Excuse me.

Jun: Oh? Speak of the devil, huh~ How can I help you, Mr. Fairy— ... Kunugi-sensei?

Akiomi: Fairy? No, nevermind... It seems the recordings I'd passed to you weren't the right ones...

They were of an educational program from the wrong period, you see.

Even those kinds of programs evolve throughout the eras, so I believe something closer to recent times would be more suitable for you to reference.

Thus, I came to swap the recordings for you.

Jun: Ohh... Real sorry for all the trouble. You could've just called me over for this, so I really appreciate you going out of your way to drop by.

Akiomi: Think nothing of it. I've taken this chance to have a look around Reimei Academy, after all.

Besides, staying enclosed within a tiny world will stunt one’s development, so in fact, I'm glad to have an excuse to get out for a little look-see.

Furthermore, I may be repeating myself, but I have high expectations for you — Sazanami-kun.

Though as a teacher at Yumenosaki Academy, perhaps I shouldn't be saying this.

Jun: Haha. Well, Yumenosaki and Reimei are both under ES's management now, at least. I'm glad that you think so highly of me, and I'll work hard to live up to that.

Akiomi: Indeed. ...By the way, did you watch the videos I'd mistakenly given you?

Jun: Ah— Actually I'd been watching the first part, but fell asleep halfway through...

Was I not meant to see it?

Akiomi: No, not at all. It's simply that Jin performed in the programs from that time... and I was concerned it'd be rather unpleasant for you if you were to watch them.

Jun: Jin Sagami did...?

Akiomi: Yes. Multiple times, in fact.

However, and though I find that rather improper as an educator, it seems he wasn't quite suited for the role... so ultimately, he stepped down.

Which is precisely why these recordings are so precious — they’re one of the dear treasures in my priceless collection!

Jun: Come again?

Akiomi: Er, ahem. ...Please pretend you didn't hear that.

But yes, speaking of which, I believe you must've seen the programs Jin starred in so much that you're sick of them by now.

In that sense, too, I feel you may not be able to learn as much from them.

The programs from the era I starred in would be more suitable for this occasion.

It’s important to keep reviewing and comparing materials from different times, but you don't have the time to take things so leisurely.

Jun: Um. Pardon me, but... when I was a kid, I never watched any of those kids shows at all.

I'm sure you're aware of it, but I didn't really grow up in a normal family environment.

Akiomi: Hm? No, I'm most certain that you have watched them.

In fact, the other day I had dinner with both Jin and your father.

Jun: Wh. Why would you ever do that... Putting those two together would sour any meal.

Akiomi: Ours was rather delicious, in fact.

We decided it was about time to have a proper talk about you, and about the feuds of the past.

Well, I wasn't exactly involved in that aspect, though.

Jin had come to me with a tale of woe about how he simply could nothandle a meal alone with your father.

It was during the meal that your father said it himself — you were practically raised watching the children's programs Jin had starred in.

He'd show you the same episode countless times, apparently.

That did give the impression that he may have been out of his mind in some way back then.

But it seems nowadays he's regained his presence of mind, and he's delighted that you'll be performing in educational children shows just like Jin did.

Akiomi: Having raised you with your eyes constantly set on Jin, your father's been starting to feel as though you're resembling Jin more than himself.

He even sounded a little lonely when he said that. Haha.

Even to me, you've recently been looking more and more like Jin's real son —

Jun: THAT GUY IS NOT MY PAPAAAAA!!!

Akiomi: I beg your pardon? Do refrain from suddenly raising your voice. What terrible manners!

Jun: Ngh... I'm sorry...

But while it's starting to make some kinda sense why I had a dream like that, at the same time I'm only getting more confused —

(Could it be that I fell asleep because I was watching the show I saw countless times as a kid...?)

(Did it lull me to sleep, just like a parent's gentle heartbeat?)

(But then again, it's not like there was even a moment in my childhood when I could actually relax, right?)

(No, maybe I'd only decided to tell myself that...)

(Maybe I'd merely convinced myself that my childhood was full of nothing but bad memories, so I just forgot everything, like slamming a lid down over something disgusting...)

(But in fact, I'd actually had times as a child where I was truly happy, huh~?)

(With hopes and dreams for the future, and the belief that I’d grow up safe and sound...?)

(I mean, even if the current Jin Sagami's human garbage, back then he really was a top idol in both name and substance.)

(He was an idol who'd properly perform any role asked of him, right?)

(In that case, maybe even I could do a program for kids.)

(It'd piss me right off to think that I can't do something that hecould.)

(After all, I've seen enough of his work to be sick of it, right?)

(...Ah, the program's still playing on my phone.)

(That's right, this episode had an Arabian Nights theme for some reason, huh...)

(He sounds like he's joking here about having his own "third wish" granted, but he'd probably meant it.)

(In a voice full of longing, he's saying "wouldn't it be great if someone wished that for me?")

(Hoping for a wish once spoken in a fairy tale by a renowned, ordinary person:)

("I set you free.")

(But you know, Jin Sagami... You're not my dad, and I won't ever become someone like you.)

(I'd never say it even as a lie, that I'd like someone to wish that for me too.)

(At the very least, not until I grant my own "first wish" myself: my wish to become the greatest idol ever, one just like you.)

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eavesdrop

There's a tilt of the dark helm as he considers- reaching up to pull out the cord he'd been using to filter music through to his new playlist. The plug dangles from his fingers- idly twirling it for a moment before catching it again.

"He's a lotta like the Soundwaves ah've met before, an' at the same time different."

A wry splay of claws, shrugging his shoulder-struts.

"S'descriptive, ah know- but honestly? There's t'same aloofness, the same superiority complex, the same tendency t'put up a wall cause if anyone figured 'em out, he'd see it as a weakness."

The plug begins to swing again, claws gently turning it into a sort of pendulum.

"M'glad he's got somemech, tho'. Makes me think o' my Sounders a'fore he deactivated. Proud mech, smart as a whip an' willin' to work the long haul. Got a cuttin' sense of humor, an' somewhere underneath all tha' ego is a good spark, I think."

He considers.

"Thinkin' he pushes people t'get a reaction outta 'em, because he craves the attention. Feel e's a little less mature than somma the versions ah've come across- younger, maybe. More impatient, less prone t'waitin' an' listenin'."

The plug stops- zipping back into it's housing as he spreads his claws in a shrug again.

"But, whaddah ah know. I'm jus' a rando 'e sometimes trades music with."

[lu-undy]

Request #6

" sniper and spy or Lucien and Mundy going record shopping" 

Here it is!

“May I turn the radio off?”

“Don’t like a bit of music?”

Spy blew his cigarette smoke away. He extended his hand through the window such that he could shake the ashes off outside of the van. They flew down and landed on the asphalt before the gush of air trailing behind the van made them spiral and dispersed them into the desert.

“Sniper, this might be the hundredth time that we hear this preposterous noise that you dare call music.”

Sniper chuckled. 

“Such a posh snob, you are.” They exchanged a gaze and a conniving smile. “I love you, you bastard.”

“Well, I shall take the ‘I love you’ and give you back the ‘bastard’ if you don’t mind.” He answered with a smug grin.

“Right, y’know what?”

“Pray tell.”

“I’m drivin’ us to the city, right?”

“Unless you changed your mind, and I would rather not as my stock of cigarettes is depleting at great speed - I wonder why…”

“Are you sayin’ it’s my fault?”

“Well, who else is helping themselves to my cigarette case, hm?”

“Don’t know, you tell me!” Sniper answered. “Whoever that is, he’s gettin’ a bit too close to you for my taste, eh.”

“Is he?” Spy raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, he bloody is.” Sniper slid a hand away from the steering wheel and on his lover’s thigh. “Gotta let him know that no one else but me can get a cig’ from you like that, eh? Who the hell does he think he is?”

“Well, I think you have come to a conclusion by yourself, mon loup.”

[my wolf]

“Did I?”

“You said it yourself, no one else but you can take a cigarette from me, no one else but you can slide a hand to my breast pocket without losing a wrist. So it is indeed, you.” 

“You got proof?”

“Better than that.” Spy answered and Sniper turned to look him in the eye. “I have you.” 

He put his gloved hand on top of the Aussie’s, on his thigh and their eyes lingered on each other for a second.

“But please, pray tell me what your idea was.” Spy asked.

“We could go and buy some tunes.” Sniper said Spy’s eyebrows jumped. “You can buy your classical music or whatever a fancy arse like you likes, and I’ll get some proper nice music.”

Spy’s smug grin grew.

“Fine, I shall take up the challenge, on one condition.” He raised his index finger and turned to look Sniper in the eye. The Aussie moved his eyes from the road to his lover’s. “You admit that you like my ‘fancy arse’.”

Sniper smiled and chuckled.

“Spook…”

“Come on, don’t cower away.”

“Me? A coward? Nah.” Sniper chuckled.

“Then say it.” Spy insisted. “How hard can it be, hm?”

“Fuck you, Spook.”

“Do it yourself.”

“You askin’?”

“You heard me, and you won’t make me repeat it.” The Frenchman smiled.

Both chuckled.

“Right, let’s get yer cigs and then, off to a record shop, yeah?”

“D’accord.”

[Alright.]

When they reached the city, Sniper parked. 

“Go ahead, I’ll wait for you here.”

“Fine.”

The van’s door opened, passenger's side, and a black, varnished, Italian shoe landed on the grey, concrete sidewalk with a soft click of the heel. Spy exited and turned to Sniper as he fluidly closed the button of his jacket. He winked at the Aussie who shook his head, while rolling his eyes. Spy nonetheless noticed the blush on his lover’s cheeks through the window. He turned his back and let his hips sway. He knew Sniper was watching...

Spy entered the nearby shop and bought more of his beloved menthol cigarettes - imported straight from France, mind you - before returning to the van.

“Got your stuff?”

“I thought that we clearly established and proved that it was yours as much as it was mine.” Spy said and put the cardboard bag on the floor next to his crossed legs.

“Yeah, well… Also, it should be illegal to walk the way you do when you are like you are…”

“Stalker.” Spy answered.

“It’s part of my job to follow my targets, eh?”

“Am I a target?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“How high is the bounty over my head, then, chasseur sauvage?”

[wild hunter]

“Not high enough, should be definitely higher. Bloke like you? Hard to find, and even harder to catch.” Sniper answered and Spy turned to him with pink upper cheeks.

“Merci.”

“Welcome, gorgeous. Now, where’s that record shop… I swear it’s somewhere in this street… Ah! There it is.”

Sniper parked again.

“Right, so what do we say, one disc each?”

“That sounds reasonable. But let us make it a bit more interesting than that, shall we?” The devil with the malicious smirk suggested.

“Alright, I’m listenin’.”

“You will have to find a song that you think I will appreciate and I will do the same for you.”

“How the hell am I supposed to guess your taste?” Sniper asked.

“Use this…” Spy poked his lover’s forehead. “And this.” He poked his chest, where his heart was. “And with a bit of luck, you should find something.”

“Spook, I-I don’t know, I mean…”

“Come on, you know me better than anyone else for thousands of miles around. I am sure you will find something.” Spy winked at his lover and exited the van. Sniper followed him and both entered the shop.

Both headed in different directions. Sniper’s first guess was classical music. He took disc after disc, but the German, Italian and French names didn’t mean anything to him. And what was that habit of putting numbers on the pieces couldn’t they give them proper names…? He sighed and decided to walk around instead, until something would catch his eye. 

Sniper put his hands in his pockets and took step after step, travelling through countries and centuries, styles and genres, while only crossing the aisles of that record shop. Suddenly, a familiar smell tickled his nostrils. He blinked repeatedly and looked around him.

“Spook, quit followin’ me while bein’ invisible. That’s cheatin’.” He gently said at the air in front of him and out of a cloud of thin smoke, the man in the mask and suit appeared. 

“What gave me away?”

“Your awfully expensive perfume.”

“Ah, I will thus have to blame the man who complimented me for it a few weeks ago. It completely ruined this tailing operation.” He smiled and raised his arctic blue eyes to the Aussie. “I see you haven’t found your happiness yet.” He said looking at his empty hands.

“I have, ‘m lookin’ at it.” Sniper answered with a smile on his lips. Spy chuckled and lowered his head before brushing his eyebrow with his thumb to ease the blush away.

“You know that was not what I meant.”

“Yeah, I know. But still.”

“Merci. I shall go and pay for the disc I have found for you. Take your time, I will be waiting for you in the van.”

“Here, the keys.”

“As if I needed them.” Spy headed away and Sniper rolled his eyes. Those damn slim hips...

Later that day, Sniper convinced Spy to spend the evening in his van and after some negotiation, both were sitting on the bench, Spy leaning on Sniper, feeling the weight of the Aussie's arm on his shoulders. They had the lights off, apart from Sniper's night lamp.

"You wanna hear what I got for you?"

"Please." Spy asked and raised his irresistible eyes to Sniper. 

"Look at you, gorgeous you are, absolutely gorgeous." He kissed his lover's brow. "Right, let me put this record player on the table… Plug it in and... pop the disc on. Right, you ready?" 

"Please." Spy nodded. 

"Here we go for the song I've found for you." Sniper pressed a button and sat next to his lover. It took a few seconds before the music resounded. 

"Oh…" Spy raised his head to Sniper. He had recognised the intro with the trumpets, the wind instruments and the typical ballad rhythm. "La Vie en Rose?" He asked. 

"Yeah." 

Edith Piaf started singing and Spy bit his lip, snuggling closer to his lover and curling up against his chest. 

"Y'like that song?" 

Spy nodded his head and Sniper pulled him closer, gently rocking him in rhythm. 

"It is… one of my favourite songs, if not my favourite, I…" 

Sniper looked down. Spy had his face flat against his chest. 

"Hey, tell me." The Aussie cupped his cheek.

"Why did you pick this one?" A muffled voice asked. 

"Cause it's about the only French song I know, and it's bloody beautiful, just like you." 

"Do you know what the lyrics mean?" 

"Nah. Somethin' about love I guess." 

Spy raised his head and his gloved hand to Sniper's cheek. He cupped it and gently whispered. 

"When he holds me in his arms, when he whispers to me, I see life in pink… And as soon as I catch a glimpse of him, then I feel in me my heart is starting to beat." 

"Well, it's not wrong." 

Spy smiled as the song ended.

"Your turn now, love. Put on your song for me." 

Spy didn't move. 

"Spook…? C'mere, I know what you need." Sniper cupped his lover's face with both hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. It washed Spy to his guts and he felt like a new man when Sniper withdrew. "You alright?"

Spy's eyebrows were arched high up and he was giving a look Sniper had never seen yet. 

"Oui." He slightly nodded. "I shall show you the song I found for you now… Merci."

Sniper gave him a peck on the brow before letting him proceed. The Frenchman put the disc on and resumed his seat. 

The masterful jingle of the piano keys rose from the record player and soon a voice. A voice? No, the voice. The maestro himself, Sinatra.

"How do you keep the music playing?

How do you make it last?

How do you keep the song from fading too fast?"

The rest of the orchestra slowly woke up behind the elegant singer. 

"How do you lose yourself to someone?

And never lose your way?

How do you not run out of new things to say?"

Sniper looked for Spy's hand in the dark and when he found it, he laced his fingers through the Frenchman's. But soon Spy removed it and cupped Sniper's face. 

Gosh, he had removed his gloves, Sniper felt the naked touch of Spy's hands on his cheeks, his temples and through his hair above his ears. He pulled Sniper's face down, at his eye-level and their foreheads now touched. Spy frowned and shut his eyes as the drums woke up and powerfully pushed the rest of the orchestra to play more confidently. Sinatra's voice boomed.

"And oh! The way I feel for you is now or never!

The more I love, the more that I'm afraid,

That in your eyes I may not see forever!"

Sniper blushed to his ears that he felt were burning. He gulped down his dry throat and his lips parted to call for more air. His breath was short, fast, and sharp and he felt Spy's fingers claw on his head, through his hair. 

So that was the choice of Spy? A song named "How do you keep the music playing?", was it a question that he was really asking his lover? Was there more than just a song in this? 

When Sinatra finished and the orchestra waved goodbye, silence fell in the van and Sniper suddenly realised how loud Spy and him were breathing. 

"Je t'aime." 

[I love you.]

Sniper's eyebrows jumped. He looked down and saw Spy's eyes shining, glistening even… 

"Love you too, c'mere." 

The hug they shared lasted until they became tired of their posture on the bench and moved to the bed. They fell asleep as they usually did, a mess of intertwined limbs. 

[the-mic-drop]

Class 1-A Cypher by Rustage

Lyrics below the cut

Izuku Midoriya - Deku (Performed by Rustage)

Call me Deku, I’m starting out on this cypher

I was quirkless, but by working I’m deserving something higher

It’s my purpose, I’m versing my present, future, and my past

So I’m gonna rock the mic with a Detroit Smash

Taking a second, I’m breaking my limit

Hitting with everything, pain I can feel it

I’m straining my muscles, I tussle with enemies

Better be ready, I’m more than a critic

I spit it, exhibit it all night

I’m killing it, chilling with All-Might

A villain inhibited by my ability

in minutes you’re watching my school fight

Fumikage Tokoyami - Tsukuyomi (Performed by Shwabadi)

When you cross this bird, you might get to see me wield the talons

So absurd how I’m applying subverse talents

Yes I’m cursed, carry a demon, I’m full of malice

Even worse for you when striking a bitter balance

Dark claws harming the vermin that are below me

Start wars, armed with determination and Oni

Get back, I’ve been endangering those who know me

Jet Black Hero, they’re calling me Tsukuyomi

Ochaco Uraraka - Uravity (Performed by DaisyBanaisy)

I’ll make you float as I’m messing with zero gravity

Don’t mean to gloat when I’m calculating these strategies

Rapidly climbing casually, my quirk “lacks in lethality”

but actually your apathy will lead straight to your casualty

I’ll happily fight for justice, with all of my capacity

My motive’s money, thankfully that don’t define morality

Reality is I’m just helping others for my family

I’m saving all humanity, don’t you mess with Uravity!

Tenya Iida - Ingenium (Performed by Dan Bull)

I’ve got many a twitch, that’s the Tenya itch

I’m like my test scores, I got plenty of tics

Academic, educated, but I never skip leg day

Still regretful of the day that I met Stain

Enraged, by what he did to my brother Tensei

I didn’t handle it the best way, I dare say

Left my hand damaged in remembrance of fair play

I’m representing Class 1-A, they’re my best mates

Tsuyu Asui - Froppy (Performed by Sophia Dere)

Ribbit Ribbit, exhibit a hero’s spirit

I’m in it and so I’ll win it

When I’m swimming, yeah I won’t stop

This frog’s idyllic not a gimmick in a minute

I be launching in to kill it

Like a frog, I’m bringing mad hops

My tongue’s deadly, spitting and I take charge

and then I’m turning invisible with my camoflage

In the water, no villain can dare to stop me

You’re looking sloppy, now you’re facing Froppy

Hanta Sero - Cellophane (Performed by VideoGameRapBattles)

Lucky 13 of the A-1 team

Kid I spit great mixtapes, stick your team

Wraps so clean,

and I’m sealing all the matches now that Cellophane will bring the pain all wrapped up in a package

Getting shipped with tons of damage, but there’s no send backs

Shut you up with my bind attacks

Get back, ‘cause you know that I’ll be winning

in this sticky situation, so I think you better stick it.

Mezo Shoji - Tentacole (Performed by Dreaded Yasuke)

You can call me wall that have ears, door that have eyes

Meaning I’m cavalier when it comes to fighting just like a spy

In close combat, my dupli-arms is coming for the harm

and I’m laughing at you if you’re trying disarm

I’ll sacrifice for everybody exhausting my quirk

Even when I’m down for the count, I’m disguising my smirk

You can cut off all of my limbs, I’m still coming in a burst

Class 1-A will always come first

Kyoka Jiro - Earphone Jack (Performed by Savvy Hyuga)

It’s ya edgy girl, Earphone Jack

Utilizing my quirk in both stealth and combat

I guess I can see how you think I fell flat

but lemme show you how I make up for that

with punk rock attacks

When my earlobes are growing

you know they whippin and probin

an’ now they got you tip-toeing

findin the range that my tone is

It’s not your typical motion n my moves don’t need compression

It’s just another jam session featuring my form of expression

Denki Kaminari - Chargebolt (Performed by Dizzy Eight)

It’s time to put in work, I got this cypher on lock

I don’t need my quirk when this verse will leave you shocked

Like a battery, I got the juice, so they put me in a box

When my positive means negative, I’m like “so watt?”

You don’t want that static with me homie it’s fatal

I got so much energy, I’m plugged in without the cable

On the low, I’ll leave everybody on the scene disabled

I’m underrated, but in a flash, I’ll leave you endangered

Shoto Todoroki - Shoto (Performed by None Like Joshua)

It’s Todoroki, I chose to be cold and lonely

Nobody can hold me with the inferno, I’m overloading

From a broken home to known hero I’m going up slowly but surely

and be better than Endeavor whether it’s hot or it’s snowing

Even if I’m behind, I’ll be sure to make Bakugo see

I do it for All of his Might or to stop killer Stain, forget any trophy

So now that you’re immobilized and then frozen in pain, no one can approach me

Put up a wall of my ice or a wall of my flames to build your enclosing

Rikido Sato - Sugarman (Performed by GameboyJones)

Give me 10 grams of white, then I’m activated (um)

Wait, I’m talking ‘bout the sugar that I took

Got a sweet tooth for taking out these villains ‘cause they’re agitating

Plus the girlies like a guy that can cook

Call me Sato the Macho, I’m saving these streets

Yeah these nachos are not yours, I need me a treat

and this crime fighting’s hard work, it can leave me beat

but like candy and cakes, being me is real sweet

Mina Ashido - Pinky (Performed by StarGirl)

The corrosive caped crusader, Pinky here to save the day

and end up taking center stage upon these lyrics that I lay up

Easygoing, I’m passionate in battle, I’m not passive

See it flowing I don’t spit fire, I spit acid

Hypnotic fashion sense, I leave you in a trance

I’m good at fighting, my other skills are in dance

Protect my friends, we’re going in on advance

Mina Ashido, you don’t even stand a chance

Eijiro Kirishima - Red Riot (Performed by NerdOut)

Kirishima’s here, everybody stand down

I’mma activate a quirk and give your chest a hand pound

With these Red Gun Turrets yeah the target is locked

I’m a boulder with a boner, man I’m hard as a rock

I’m unbreakable, cannot penetrate this armor

and I don’t need a little blue pill to get harder

I’m full of energy, enemies looking dead tired

Blood running in the street, you can call it Red Riot

Koji Koda - Anima (Performed by Connor Rapper)

I’m the quiet type, lying with the wildlife

When I’m on, you wouldn’t even need subtitle lines

Nervous around others, I’m the last one who would yell loud

But to be a hero, then I need to break the shell now

Yo it’s Koda bringing massive noise, flowing with that Ani-Voice

That timid kid with rabbit toys no longer acting coy

Drinking honey tea, facing my fear of bugs and bees

Get a bull stampeding with the words like I’m Douglby

Yuga Aoyama - Can’t Stop Twinkling (Performed by Zach Boucher)

Never needed fame or money, I can get it later

Even though it hurts my tummy, when I use my navel laser

I have got finesse, snazzier than all the rest

I’m the best, nothing less

being honest, not a flex, I’m a threat

It’s getting harder to stomach, I’ve got the smarts and I love

I’m certainly perfect, it hurts just like the art of seduction

Heart of a Puma, get ready to lose

I’ll be spreading the truth

and y’all are stupid if you choose to fight against the Yuga

Momo Yaoyorozu - Creati (Performed by HalaCG)

I’ve got the quirk creation and patience to work it

Balancing equations, don’t even need to research it

Sequencing elements, a testament to intelligence

You’d better watch out ‘cause I’m not feeling very benevolent

If a person’s in trouble, just wait and see what I’ll do

I can literally make anything. Overpowered, who?

Overpowered, who?

I meant I’ll overpower you

It’s true, sincerely Class 1-A’s Momo Yaoyorozu

Minoru Mineta - Grape Juice (Performed by Nux Taku)

Where the ladies at? (ay)

Where the ladies at? (ay)

Mineta’s here to peek at women that I’m gazing at

People thinking that I’m weak, but you know what I say to that

Leave you in a sticky situation with my grape attacks

Underestimating me? You’re lacking information

Incapacitation, when you’re facing me, frustration

Master of flirtation, pretty much the top dog

You ain’t ever coming close when I pop off

Ojiro Mashirao - Tailman (Performed by Rockit Gaming)

Ojiro, the Tailman, you get what you train for

Master martial artist, black belt on my waist though

Nobody even really understands me

Got intelligence, can’t predict any hit that I’m landing

Classmate you confide in with dignity

You can wear a costume, all I got on is a gi

Noble attitude, that’s my personality

Accept results that I earn with my own abilities

Toru Hagakure - Invisible Girl (Performed by Outcast Rae)

Take you by surprise, yeah, I can do it easy

Miss me with your eyes, yeah, you can’t even see me

No matter what you try, yeah, you can never beat me

Feels a little cheesy, like a wish from a genie

When it comes to action, my quirk is in light refraction

so it has the side effect of never being a distraction

Sneak up on my enemies, let me be the best assassin

Toru Hagakure, you can feel my passion

Katsuki Bakugo - Kacchan (Performed by DaddyPhatSnaps)

I don’t think you other heroes are even listenin’

Maybe I should focus your attention with some ‘glycerin

You don’t even get it, there’s really no competition

I’m lighting these rookies up, boi, I’m slaying on every mission

I’ll show them once and for all, little Deku won’t know what hit ‘im

I will get the recognition, exploding the opposition

I will be the greatest hero that ever took the position

So come at me little bitches, I’ll make you wish that you didn’t