#so tonite is Gender Night

[badstargateimagines]

Stargate Character Analysis

Based on what I think they’d have as their song in a relationship

Jack: In Spite of Ourselves by John Prine. I think it’s just uncouth enough that he’d love it and his perfect level of sappy. It’s a song that doesn’t take itself seriously and in turn that makes it one of the best love songs I’ve ever had the good fortune of hearing.

Daniel: Our House by Crosby Stills and Nash. This is a song that is so incredibly cosy and I think that’s fundamentally what he wants. Growing up in the foster system, I don’t think he ever would have had a sense of home. I think with the right person, he’d finally have that. I’d just like to point out the words “life used to be so hard, now every thing is easy cause of you and our house” are very Daniel In Love. Also alternatively, I think he’d have strong feelings towards the song Androgynous (specifically the Crash Test Dummies version) because Daniel and the concept of Gender isn’t something I see going well together.

Sam: Tonite is a Wonderful Time (to fall in love) by April Wine. I don’t think she’d be into the ballads necessarily but I think she’d crave the sentiment. This song falls perfectly in the middle of being sappy and high energy. I think it would remind her of long nights spent talking with her partner as they both work away at the kitchen table, catching glances of each other over their laptop screens.

Jonas: M+M’s by Blink-182. I think he’d also want a more high energy song, but I don’t think he’d want the traditional sentiment of a love song. Blink-182 managed to capture the feeling of being 20 and in love with a tongue in cheek sense of humour that I think would really resonate with Jonas. I think he’d be going on adventures with his partner at any opportunity with a living in the moment lust for life that attitude.

Teal’c: When I’m Sixty Four by The Beatles. I think he’d appreciate the implied longevity of the relationship as well as how happy it sounds. I think it reminds him how much he missed his family and why he’s working so save the galaxy. I think he’d also love Dance Me to the End of Love by Leonard Cohen for similar reasons.

Vala: Tainted Love by Gloria Jones. I think she heard the Soft Cell version first but prefers the original. I just feel like she has a tendency towards unhealthy, largely sex-driven relationships. It’s either that or like WAP or something lmao

General Hammond: You’re Always On My Mind but specifically the Willie Nelson version. We all know papa Hammond is always working and I can only imagine the strain that puts on his relationship. I think this song says exactly what he wants to say but can never find the words. I also think he would think of his kids every time he hears Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver. My dad once said that he used to listen to that song when he’d leave on deployment early in the morning because he’d often leave while we were still asleep and he found that the song captures that sentiment really well.

[devilishdelights]

I would love to know what you have on your mammon playlist👀👀 I have one any maybe they’re song I’m using for projecting but 90% of it was from one playlist on yt that is gone now but I liked it the most

yoooo yeah I can do that!! I’d just put the link for the whole playlist here but for privacy reasons imma just link the songs, so this’ll be a big ass post under the cut lol

These are also songs just based on vibes and not based on what i think he'd listen to, maybe he'd listen to some (i feel like he'd listen to lady gaga... but i could also be delusional.)

Bills, Bills, Bills - Destiny's Child

Beautiful, Dirty, Rich - Lady Gaga

Money Honey - Lady Gaga

Poker Face - Lady Gaga

Rich Girl - Gwen Stefani, Eve

XS - Rina Sawayama

The Bidding - Tally Hall

Dead Inside - Younger Hunger

I feel like these are just self-explainable by the lyrics lol, and they're fun to listen to!!

Think I'm In Love - Beck

I'm Not In Love - Kelsey Lu

I Think I Love You - The Patridge Family (I feel like this could fit Belphie too)

Somethin' Stupid- Frank & Nancy Sinatra

Tsundere shit or whatever that dude has going on with MC in the beginning! (so many with the words love in it awe <3)

I Can't Think of Anybody But U - Vista Kicks

Put Your Money On Me - Arcade Fire

Nervous - K.Flay

Gold - MARINA

Midas Touch - Child Of the Parish

Sweet Talk - Saint Motel (this is just how he feels if your MC hates his ass. hes insane. it's also just a fun song)

Tongue Tied - Grouplove

Sweet - Cigarettes After Sex

Baby I'm Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Snake Charmer - Saint Motel

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles (looook omg..... i don't listen to it often. i apologize for liking it. but the lyrics get stuck in my head :[!!!)

I Like You (A Happier Song) - Post Malone, Doja Cat

Whipped!Mammon songs lol

Baby Blue - Martina Topley-Bird

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother (C'monnn.. cmonnnnn. you know why!!!)

No.1 Party anthem - Arctic Monkeys (juuust added this one. I've decided to twist it into my vision. kinda tsundere mc too? could be both their POVs but i like using it as MC's and Mammon is the girl in the song)

MC perspective kinda!! but they can also apply to the other songs. its really just a mammonxmc playlist tbh but these are like specifically ones in MC's POV

Take on me - a-ha

Trouble - cage the elephant

Lucky strike - Maroon 5

Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys

Suck it and See - Arctic Monkeys

These ones are just kinda random that are in there without a real explanation lol

Im baring my soul here 4 u all by exposing my music.... i also bolded my favorites (in reference to his character and MC). sorry for making this shit a hassle if u do wanna add these songs to ur playlist, if u don't wanna go through this shit link by link just DM and i'll send you the link to my playlist. I'd just rather not have my user out in the open lol </3

Some of these may be considered a stretch... but they work in my mind!! like u said. projecting!! I'm twisting it to fit my vision and all that. A lot of these songs are gendered, which like, I can't do anything about it, and it's not based on that, it's purely based on vibes/how much it relates to the character(s)!

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

sorting our favorite playlist by TMA power bc the brainrot is strong

The Hunt

Madds Buckley - Hawk in the Night

The Buttress - Brutus

The Real Tuesday Weld - Me and Mr. Wolf

Scary Bitches - Lesbian Vampyres From Outer Space

The Slaughter

Alec Benjamin - If I Killed Someone For You

Scissor Sisters - I Can't Decide

Lemon Demon - Knife Fight

The Flesh

Blue Kid - The Dismemberment Song

Simon Curtis - Flesh

Sodikken - People Eater

Madds Buckley - The Red Means I Love You

Sodikken - Misery Meat

Sushi Soucy - I Deserve to Bleed

The Desolation

Tom Lehrer - The Masochism Tango

The End

Shayfer James and Will Wood - Ferryman

Tom Lehrer - I Hold Your Hand in Mine

Mother Mother - Arms Tonite

The Spiral

Intelevande - The Mind Electric

Lemon Demon - Amnesia Was Her Name

The Corruption

Phemiec - Sweet

The Stranger

Odd Chap - The Little Man Who Wasn't There

The Eye

The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra - An Unhealthy Obsession

The Orion Experience - Obsessed with You

Currently Unknown

Aviators - My Church

Steven Universe - Do It For Her

Billie Eilish - you should see me in a crown

Simon Curtis - Pit of Vipers

Annapantsu and Elsie Lovelock covering Elton John - It's Tough to Be a God

Six - Get Down

They Might Be Giants - Kiss Me, Son of God

Crybaby - Screw Loose

Isaac Dunbar - Fan Behavior

Eben Brooks - Hey There Cthulhu

Awkward Marina - Entropy

Ride the Cyclone - Noel's Lament

Senzawa - Owo You're so Warm

Super Cassette - Be Gay, Do Drugs, Hail Satan

Six - Don't Lose Your Head

Six - All You Wanna Do

atlas and jhfly - they/them

36 Questions - Our Word

Jinkx Monsoon - Just Me/The Gender Binary Blues

CAKE - Short Skirt/Long Jacket

The Front Bottoms - Be Nice to Me

36 Question - For the Record

[octobergraves]

the thing that really put it all into perspective was when i told my friend i wasn’t sure if i was nonbinary or trans and she said “well if you woke up as a guy tomorrow how would you feel? do you think you’d still be nonbinary?” and i haven’t known peace since

[trashmultifandomblog]

ZATZ PRINCE OF BATS X READER HEADCANONS

fandom: maya and the three

authors note: omg zatz my beloved also look at me

go simping for cartoons again

HOPE U ENJOY

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ HEADCANONS-

Zatz probably fell in love with you for honour , courage or maybe even looks

He’d deffo be protective or doting

Hes also randomly really flirty in a funny way like he attempts to be hot

He wouldnt know how to initiate physical affection you’d probably have to since he grew up with little company

He is superr loyal to you

he’d probably try to hug you from behind to flirt with you and show appreciation and just fail

He likes to play fight with you

he likes to sit with you in the moonlight he finds it comforting

He has a habit of staying up super late so you could stay up with him or get him to sleep

His fav weather is clear slightly cold nights with little clouds

He’d like to take you to significant places to him and share memories

If you wanted he would have dinner with you too

If he doesnt sleep like usual sometimes he’ll jusf lay down and watch you (in an affectionate way)

+BONUS+ random songs i think suit him

pretty boy - the neighbourhood

dark beach - im not sure who its bye rip

Phonkytown

Can you feel my heart

My ordinary life

rhinestone eyes

mother mother in general- hayloft, arms tonite

SEXUALITY/GENDER HEADCANONS-

i think he’s either trans ftm

or non binary either demigirl or demiboy

hes either a lesbian (if demigirl) or a pansexual (as a boy)

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I HOPE U LIKE THAT!

I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS AND ADDING THE BONUSES HES A COMFORT CHARACTER OF MINE

[amaya-writes]

The Agency's Biggest Player: Dazai Osamu x Reader Angst

Day One of Arms Tonite

Note:

Warnings: mentions of getting played/playing others, angst themes

Gender-neutral reader, you/your/yours

It started as a game.

A stupid game suggested by none other than the agency's local suicide fanatic in order to bide time on a boring mission. The two Casanovas of the agency would finally settle the score to see who was the armed detective agency's biggest player.

The target? Each other.

Dazai's reputation preceded him, but even so, you couldn't help but play along in hopes of beating him at something.

The chance to put Dazai Osamu of all people in his place was too good of an opportunity to pass, one that had you agreeing with his proposition without paying any heed to the possible consequences of your actions.

It was just supposed to be a stupid game. You were supposed to best Dazai Osamu and move on with your life.

But how could you do that when his casual touches and annoying flirts felt a little too close to home the longer you played?

It started small, with both parties being far too flirtatious for the workspace and casually dropping compliments as they went about their day.

By the second day, Dazai had taken to being all but mesmerized with your palms and by the third you had finished your mission of expertly hiding little notes around his workspace that you knew would make him smile.

By the time the fifth day rolled around everyone else in the ADA was convinced the two of you were dating; a feat that made you giggle at their naivety as you spent yet another afternoon in the cafe with Dazai.

If you were being honest, you could see why the ADA was convinced that you weren't just sleeping around. After all, Dazai had completely stopped flirting with others, dedicating his attention to you and you alone.

At first, it was annoying, to say the least. He would constantly have his hand or arm draped around you as he rambled on about suicide or other aspects of his life. Topics that were light enough to discuss casually but serious enough to have Kunikida occasionally stare in worry.

Dazai was practically attached to your hip. It had gotten to the point where people would immediately call you if they needed something from the suicidal maniac.

However, throughout the first week of your little game Dazai had kept the romantic touches to a minimum. It was only from the second week onwards that he began kissing you good morning when you walked in the office and hugging you from the back as you worked on cases.

The worst part was that you didn't mind.

If only you had minded.

If his sweet little kisses and pretty little lies murmured against your ear didn't make your heart flutter, and the romantic gestures and gifts didn't make your lips automatically curve into a smile.

If the corny pick-up lines and late-night dates on rooftops hadn't made you feel at home.

If only you hadn't gotten accustomed to and began to fall for Dazai Osamu, you could have saved yourself the heartache.

You told yourself it was just a game.

That you chased after his lips for another kiss when he pulled away because it was a strategy. That you randomly sought him out in middle of the day to manipulate him into thinking you were important to him.

That you let him into your head and bed to show Dazai Osamu that you were better than him.

You tried to tell yourself that Dazai hadn't found the key to your heart and used it as he pleased. Tried ignoring the way your heart began to ache for Dazai when he wasn't around and hands itched to run through his unruly locks just one more time.

You tried lying to yourself and Dazai, but as the month rolled around to its end you couldn't help but see the situation for what it truly was. You had lost.

You had let Dazai Osamu into your life and ended up paying the price for underestimating him. But unlike those before you, your payment wasn't a dead body but a heart that would only beat for him.

"Today's the day, belladonna."

As you joined each other on the rooftop of the ADA for a final time that month and stared at Dazai's sickeningly pretty face you couldn't help but realise you had deceived yourself more than once.

You had fooled yourself into thinking that your loss was due to Dazai's efforts throughout the previous month. A lie that was even crueller than its predecessor.

After all, how could you win the stupid little game when you had lost even before you started?

"Who won?"

Your voice cracked as you asked the question, something that Dazai chose to overlook as he leaned against the roof's wall and stared at the sunset.

"We both already know the answer, don't we?"

It could have been a tie.

Dazai could have fallen for you as hard as you had for him and reciprocated your feelings. But of course, it could never be a tie. Because Dazai Osamu wasn't the type to settle for a tie.

He had won, and your broken little heart had paid the price.

[chxsh1r3]

Introduction:

My name is Aurelius/Achlys!

I'm not comfortable revealing my age yet but I probably will reveal my age sooner or later.

I'm unlabeled for now(I haven't find out what my gender is) so please don't misgender me or refer to me as a girl. I'm fine with being referred to/called as a boy.

I use any pronouns, but I prefer he/they!

I'm an atheist so please don't bring up anything about religion.

My birthday is March 26th.

I'm an infp.

I'm an aries. ♈

I do witchcraft!

I'm demiromantic and pansexual.

I change my personality depending on who I'm talking to.

I love Riddle Rosehearts! I love him sm more than myself. ☹️☹️

I'm Filipino!! 🇵🇭

English isn't my first language so kindly point it out for me if I made a mistake when writing/typing, even though I know I'm better in English than Tagalog.

My favorite holidays are Halloween, Valentine's day and Christmas. (I like Christmas because here in Philippines, we have really bright and pretty light decorations and when it's night it's really really pretty!!)

Fandoms I'm in:

Twisted Wonderland

Obey Me!

Alice in wonderland(if it even has a fandom)

Ever after high

Stranger Things

Creepypasta

Toilet bound Hanako-kun

Black Clover

Little Witch Academia

Fran Bow

Characters I kin:

Fischl (Genshin Impact)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Aether (Genshin Impact)

Albedo (Genshin Impact)

Venti (Genshin Impact)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact)

Gordon Agrippa (Black Clover)

C.A. Cupid (Ever After High)

Idia Shroud (Twisted Wonderland)

Favorite Bands/Singers:

Marina And The Diamonds

Mother Mother

Taylor Swift

Melanie Martinez

Metallica

Jack Stauber

Mitski

Favorite Songs:

Shakira (ft. Rihanna) - Can't remember to forget you

Tikkle me - Blow my brains out

Taylor Swift - Paper rings

Marina and the diamonds - Primadonna Girl

Tears for Fears - Everybody wants to rule the world

Marina And The Diamonds - Bubblegum bitch

Le Tigre - Deceptacon

Mother Mother - Burning pile

Mother Mother - Arms Tonite

Mother Mother - Verbatim

Mother Mother - Oh Ana

Jack Stauber - Baby Hotline

Mac Demarco - Chamber of reflection

Jack Stauber - Choice

Jack Stauber - Oh Klahoma

Cuco - Lover is a day

Metallica - Master of puppets

Slipknot - Custer

HATEBREED - Destroy everything

You right x Luxurious

Marina And The Diamonds - How to be a heartbreaker

Tv Girl - Cigarettes out the window

Mild High Club - Homage

Marina And The Diamonds - Problems

Melanie Martinez - Crybaby

Marina And The Diamonds - Oh No!

Mitski - Francis forever

Dr. Dog - Where'd all the time go?

Mitski - Goodbye, my danish sweetheart

I have sooo many favorite songs I even forgot to add some! I'll edit this and I'll add the ones I forgot. I did this at 2:57 am and finished this at 3:51 am

[writingsofhubris-a]

Otto Octavius Masterpost! (Updated 10/11/2023)

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

69 (Drabble) [T] E, 690, Otto Octavius /reader This is how I celebrated Alfredo’s 69ths; Reader and (Slightly older) Otto 69

Are You Mine E, 3.7K, Otto Octavius/Reader (Pt 3 of Misadventures*) You really hated your insomnia. Not only did it make you easily annoyed, it made you snap at people you cared about. Otto doesn't appreciate being yelled at. 2 chapters, an evening then the morning after.

Arms Tonite T, 487, Otto Octavius/Reader (Pt 4 of misadventures* **) Valentine's day fluff exchange! Can be read as specifically Molina, ps4, or TSSM Otto!

Bang Bang, You're dead T, 5.1K, Otto Octavius/Reader (Pt 1 of Misadventures*) You'd been planning a night to just relax for ages. School was kicking your ass, teachers were making it hard to stand, everything pointed to needing just one night left alone from everyone, one night to calm the fuck down. And then, because your luck never changed, you realized that Doc Ock was on your loveseat, stealing your liquor, and bleeding. God fucking dammit could you ever catch a break? This specifically is a trans male reader, but could be read this one as a cis gay man. You're going into the medical field when you get to have the hands on experience of stitching up Doc Ock.

Cabinet Man T, 20.1K, Otto Octavius/ Rosie Octavius  Ce, qu'on appelle une raison de vivre est en même temps une excellente raison de mourir. | What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying Otto Octavius, soon to be a doctor, knew his reputation preceded him in more ways than one. He'd all but written off marriage from a young age, until he saw a woman who's flick of a hair, a rustle of skirts, took his attention firmly from the science he had so long been taken over his mind. [c1] [c2] [c3] [c4] [c5] [c6] [c7] [c8] [c9] [c10] [c11] [c12] [c13] [c14]

Circles round the Moon E, 2.2k, Otto Octavius/Reader (Pt 1 of A whole Otto Love) Frustration often caused surprise results. If it was trying to find pleasure in your bed, or finding your boyfriend in his lab, sometimes it was the unexpected results that offered the most results. (Breeding kink)

Drabbles Ch 6 M, 740, Otto Octavius/Reader Nudist reader finally decides to swallow fears and sleep nude with their partner. (Gender Neutral reader)

Drabbles Ch 18 E, 536, Otto Octavius/Reader Thanksgiving sucked. A lot. And you were in the bathroom to calm down for a few minuets, before Otto slipped in with you, only to slip into you.

Drabbles Ch 23 E, 662 Otto Octavius/M!reader Thigh Riding

Each Color of You E, 2.1K, Otto Octavius/Reader (PS4) (Pt 3 of A whole Otto Love) It was a rare day that Otto would actually ask for you to do this for him. You thought he was embarrassed to. But the nights the strap on was brought out were nights you were able to worship him, in the smallest amount he'd let you.

Fear and Delight E, 1.5K, Otto Octavius/Reader (Pt 6 of Misadventures*) His right hand slipped up your arm, stopping to brush the short hairs at the back of your head aside. Chapped lips pressed against the trail left. His hand didn’t stop, ending up on your throat, not applying any tension just yet. Instead, his middle finger rested against your pulse, just counting each beat. “It’s glorious,” you replied, a shake deep in your thighs starting. Tension coiled in your stomach, twisting and curling inside you. You were high enough up that the gentle noises of New York faded to an indistinguishable hum of noises. A honk here, a wordless shout there. The people looked like ants, scuttling around in a path only they could see. Hey fam. Can I interest you in,,, so if we bend too far over this railing we’ll both fall to our deaths kink?

Fight, Flight, or {Tumblr} E, 2.2K, Otto Octavius/Reader (TSSM) Otto accidently kept kidnapping the same passerby; dumb luck in this city of so many people.    So, said passerby ended up finding the third option to the age old question of Fight or flight.     This is written with Molina in mind but could work for a couple post-accident Ottos

Gallery Piece E, 2.5k, Otto Octavius/Reader (TSSM) (Pt 2 of A Whole Otto Love) I'd like to offer: Tying up Otto and edging him until he can't handle it anymore. And, a tiny bit of caning as I think he'd look cute like that. (Shiribari, aftercare, and submissive Otto)

Goth Reader Drabble [ T ] G, Otto Octavius/Reader Otto ends up finding some of the reader’s old gothic outfits.

Infinitesimal T, 1.7k, Otto/Reader Otto gets patched up, again, but this time he needed your help takign care of soemthing. (Pt 9 of Misadventures*)

Mr Doctor Man G, 2.1K, Otto Octavius/Reader (Pt 2 of Misadventures*) You'd told him - months ago - that you'd be unable to help him for exactly two months, exactly two months. He made it six days until he was crashing into your apartment, no injuries, but needing something.

Nowhere To Run E, 3.5K, Otto Octavius/Norman Osborn/Reader (Pt 5 of Misadventures*) “Did you know that when your core is pressed against my thigh like this,” Otto started, his fingers moving along the small of your bare back. “I can feel your heartbeat? Every pulse, every single clench.” Right on cue, you felt a wave of tension through you, another moan slipping from your lips. I thought about Norman finding Otto and the reader together. Then I thought about Norman eating out the reader out whilst Otto was buried in me and decided us trans masc deserve this fic.

Ornella E, 694 Victorian AU of Otto eating out Rosie

Out of the Blue  E, 3.9K, Otto Octavius/Norman Osborn/Reader (Pt 7 of Misadventures*) You could always tell a lot about a person by their hands. Scars, calluses, every hand told a story. And you could tell a lot by the practiced way Norman’s finger crooked, pulling you forward by an invisible force. A practiced moment you were intimately familiar with. Your coat was tossed onto one of the charis in the room, forgetting the moment it left your fingers.

Spooky, Scary Skeletons G, 1.1K Halloween shenanigans with hollowsart’s Otto and OC!

Teacher’s Pet [ Tumblr | AO3 ] E, 1.1k, Otto Octavius/Teacher!reader Otto’s such a nice, fine boy. He really deserves a nice pearl necklace.

You and me, we could be such a sight [AO3] E, 2.5k Otto Octavius/Norman Osborn/Reader| (Pt 8 of Misadventures*) Oral fixations solved with the Boys

Octogoblin

Moments in time G, 2.7K, Otto Octavius/Norman Osborn/ Rosalie Octavius Brought forth from my RP blog on tumblr, sxientist, please enjoy mostly whatever the ship name is for Rosie/Otto/Norman I cannot stress how short most of these will be

The Moon Will Sing E, 1.8k, Otto Octavius/Norman Osborn  ‘oh no there was no AC’ or ‘oh my god they were roommates’ take your pick College roommates Otto and Norman don't have air conditioning, leading to shirts taken off. And oh no, he's hot.

* 'misadventures' has been shorted from 'Misadventures of a Medical student, an Octopus, and a Goblin'. This series was renamed from Three men Walk Into a Bar... **This can be read stand alone from the rest of the series. It was geared for Molina, but can be read as any version. This masterlist will be paired with an Alfred Molina Masterlist. It will be linked [Here] This masterlist will be paired with a Harding Hooten Masterlist. It will be linked [Here]

[korpuskat]

Start Game [Tomura Shigaraki/Reader] - Part 4

[Ao3 Mirror] Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,817 Summary:  Things don't always go as planned in new relationships... and finding out that he's a murder and leader of a terrorist group certainly isn't the plan. Contains DFAB but gender neutral reader; handjob, blowjob, vaginal sex

So, I had a really bad night so instead of doing Kinktober 8, here’s the final chapter of Start Game that I was sitting on. pls hmu if you see errors, I’m really tired dkjfddhgdgkjs

===== [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] =====

In the end, you knew nothing about him.

Memories sit like a rock in your stomach. It felt so obvious now- plain as day. Half your screen lit up with your chat log- days worth of conversations laid bare, the words making your chest ache. How could you be so stupid? He’d warned you about it. That he was a stranger. Just some guy you'd hang out with, play games with- the center of your little innocent, stupid daydreams. That's all it was supposed to be.

The other half of your screen is covered with a still image, a photo grabbed from a news cast pasted onto a tips wanted hotline. Every cell in your body has gone cold as ice, frozen as the image. In the chat window, tiny text appears below the log: dust2dust is typing...

It was true. You knew nothing about him after all.

You didn’t reply to him, fully aware you’d left him on read.

You’ve never done that before. Always, always you’d reply as soon as you saw his message, all too eager to talk with him, spend time with him. But then, he’d never been quite so forward. It was always about gaming, about hanging out- to be so transparent about it now…

dust2dust: are u free tonite

Your stomach churns, sickness rising in your throat- tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. They bubble over, blur your vision and wipe away the image of a man standing on a rooftop, his hair whipping around his face. Maybe you could believe it was someone else, the strange mask he wore obscured Tomura’s recognizable skin and scars, the image too far out of focus to tell his eye color, even the darkness had left his hair more gray-colored than anything. But beneath the long black shirt sleeves, bandages peaked out, uneven. His right hand, his left wrist.

The tip hotline poster sealed it all together. Shigaraki. The man in connection to the Hosu City incident and the attack on U.A. prior and, oh. The bandages. Shigaraki had been shot, hadn’t he? That’s what the article you’d dug up before said.

A villain. He’s a villain! You’ve been hanging out with him- he could’ve killed you!

You curl up on your bed, tug your blanket tight around your shoulders. Your phone is solid under your fingers- the number pad staring back at you. You could get him caught. You could stop him from hurting anyone else…. It would be so easy! All you had to do was dial the number, to just... push the buttons. That's all.

You squeeze your phone in your hand- and your thumb is stiff, aching- just push the button, just tap the screen- that's all it would take. Why is it so hard? You could prevent the next attack, could make the world a little safer, to be a hero-

So why can't you do it?

Ding! You flinch, close your eyes- will yourself to look away from the screen. You don't need to see the chatbox flashing, don't need to see the new message sitting on the screen-- but with the client open, he'll get the read notification just the same. You just... walked away from the computer is all. It's just that innocent, that easy- to pretend you aren't aching to talk to him. That it's an honest mistake and not your desperate attempt to keep your head together.

The notification rolls in on your phone- a banner dropping down over the screen: New message from dust2dust.

Finally, your thumb moves. A single tap- and the mobile app opens up, your chat log spreading out.

dust2dust: u there

All you want in the entire world is to say yes, to ask what game he had planned tonight. To lose yourself in whatever colorful world was his interest tonight- maybe he'd want to visit your Animal Crossing island again. But that is wrong… isn’t it?

Between a rock and a hard place- you can't turn him in and you can't go back. There's no good answer to this, no way to pretend you didn't know why he wore those gloves now. No way to pretend he hadn't put those hands on you- in you. And... you can't avoid him forever.

You fingers shake as they touch the screen, tap on the keyboard where they could not meet the number pad. I know.

The response is immediate.

dust2dust: Know what?

You sniffle, wipe your face. You're over the precipice, there's no going back.

Shigaraki.

The cursor blinks in the text box. dust2dust is typing... appears and is gone within seconds. Nothingness. The green circle beside his icon remains lit, his status online.

You rub at your face and struggle to type out:

I won’t tell anyone. I promise.

The words sound true; you couldn’t even work up the nerve to call the hotline. Turning him in… somehow feels scarier than messaging him. Talking to him.

You watch, wait for the typing notification, but it doesn’t come. All that changes is the green circle beside his name turns gray, the status below his username updates: offline. last seen one second ago.

A coldness lances through your chest, a pain far worse than before.

You spend the next day waiting. Maybe for death, maybe for Steam to give you a friendly little pop-up, dust2dust is playing… and maybe you’d join him. Like nothing had changed, you’d join his party, he’d admonish you for being late, give you that quiet, warm praise when you solo a monster.

But it doesn’t. When desperation for fresh air drives you out the door, you expect a man in a black hoodie waiting for you. Maybe to talk, maybe to so easily lay his hand on you, just to be sure you won’t speak of him.

He isn’t there. He doesn’t lurk around every corner, doesn’t come online- you check. Every time your phone buzzes your heart swells, and every time it’s not him. The status on his profile ticks upwards without fail, no matter how often you open the chat and want to find the right words.

It’s worse than you imagined, the loneliness. Your once real friend and oh, of course! Of course you’d have the sense to befriend Japan’s Most Wanted. No matter how much you remind yourself, it doesn’t change the icy pit in your stomach. It’s not dread, it’s not fear.

Because as much as you think about him appearing and exacting his vengeance for you knowing too much- he could’ve done it before. He took you to his home, touched you, let you sleep beside him- he could’ve killed you through any of that. Instead he was careful, wore gloves. Opened up, just the tiniest bit. He could’ve killed you and he didn’t. Could’ve shown up at your door— could’ve destroyed the whole building.

He didn’t.

And that makes the pain sharper, more acute. A horrible ache has taken root in your chest and won’t go away.

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It’s a terrible makeshift metric for goodness: that he didn’t harm you when he could have. But that has to mean something, doesn it? All the time he’s spent with you… that can’t be nothing. He risked exposure to be near you- and thus far has not left you in the dust.

Offline. last seen one day ago.

It has to mean something, it has to. That’s what you tell yourself as you slip through your apps. In your internet tabs there’s one that catches your eye. A map, a google search for restaurants near me with a bright red pin stuck into a satellite image.

It has to mean something.

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You repeat that mantra over and over, even as you step off an unfamiliar metro line. It can’t be for nothing, can it? You walk, follow the directions back to your pinned location. The weeks spent talking and gaming even before he’d laid hands on you, when you still looked at him with star-struck eyes and a naivety that must’ve lasted longer than you thought.

He has to be busy. Can’t spend all his time in the arcade, being prickly and antisocial to everyone but you. That has to mean something.

You stumble through darkened streets- your journey having taken much longer than expected with your shaking legs and three separate breakdowns to consider if you were completely batshit.

The tiny distance calculator counts down as you walk and that might be the only thing keeping you sane. A nice little number to watch tick by as you approach a run-down section of the city. Sure enough, you end up outside a characterless building. It doesn't look right- where you had been was certainly somewhere lived-in, his possessions covering the shelves. But then, wouldn't a more nondescript building be more suitable?

You bite your lip, stand before the building in question. Your hand shakes as you approach- a broken BAR sign flickers once in the window. This is such a terrible idea, your worst, really. Bad enough to befriend a villain, but to go back? Maybe you should take a fourth break to debate if you've really lost it. There’s no turning back.

You reach out, fingertips brush against the door- it’s ripped open.

“Whatever, I’m-“ A man’s silhouette blocks most of the doorway, his face cast in shadow, backlit by the soft yellow of the would-be bar’s interior. He stops, looks down at you- and your bravery plummets to your toes. He glares at you with narrowed eyes ringed by heavy scars and facial piercings. “Who’re you?”

Your voice dries up- the reality of it all setting in too fast. “Oi, what’s-” Your attention snaps from the scarred man’s face to just over his right shoulder.

He looks just like he did in the press release: a terrible white hand grabbing his face, obscuring everything except one bright red eye. An eye staring you down, opened impossibly wide, pupil blown full, eclipsing the red of his iris till only a sliver remains. But it's him and the relief that washes over you makes it feels like years since you last saw him, not simply a day and a half.

The scarred man looks over his shoulder towards Tomura, raises one eyebrow- but Tomura doesn't even see him. Doesn't acknowledge him at all, doesn't see anything except your face.

"Oh, so this is your problem." The man huffs, shoulders past you.

And with him gone, all that is left is an unobstructed view into the bar, of Tomura Shigaraki, wanted villain, easing himself off a bar stool. He moves slow, but you watch his fists clench and release over and over, long, slender fingers drawing invisible lines in the air in a motion you've become all too familiar with.

Your hands shake, but you step through the threshold just the same. The door closing behind you is only faintly alarming, but with every sense attuned to the man before you, you don't have much thought to spare. He steps towards you, just one foot the first time- a test, a measurement- and though you cower, you don’t run.

That’s all he needs to know.

He’s on you- you hadn’t even seen him move. No more than a blur of black and the gray of the bloodless hand- and you’d think by now having him pressed up on you wouldn’t make your heart stutter in your chest. It does, though. But this time, this time you know the danger of his touch- of three fingers and a thumb curled over your throat.

“How did you get here?” He hisses, the threat of his hand has spread to his throat, the one eye now only half-visible under the misplaced fluff of his hair.

His hand eases off your windpipe just enough for your voice to eke by. “Phone saved the location.”

It feels wrong to speak of your almost normal date with the violence in his eyes. "Why are you here? Playing bait for the heroes?"

"No," You shake your head, your chin rubbing along the inside line of his hand. "No, I swear. I didn't tell anyone."

"Then why?" His eye narrows down to a slit, the damaged skin there folding in tight.

Your tongue wets your lips, your mouth parted as though that would make the words come easier. "I don't know." It's true; you knew coming here was crazy. "I... I missed you."

Even from behind the hand, you hear the hitch in his breathing. His eyelid lifts, rage giving way to something else. He stares at you, hardly moves but the gears turn in his head, "You're lying."

Tomura's wrist is cool under your fingertips- his pulse jumps as you touch him. It's not a plea for him to get off you, your hand not tight around his wrist- it's hardly more than a brush of your skin against his. "I..." Shame makes you look down to his feet, the same red sneakers you've come to love on his feet. "I didn't know what to say when... when I figured it out. I was scared." His grip shifts, as though confirming that you should be- "But... then I kept checking my phone. Waiting for you to message me. But I... I knew you wouldn't and... I couldn't find the right words. I thought maybe being here would be easier..."

"Is it?"

It's so disarming, so honest, you struggle to catch your breath. "Can I see you? I mean, could you...?"

Tomura waits a moment, but he does it nonetheless. His right hand never leaves your throat as he grasps the preserved palm with three fingers, drawing it away from his face. Your heart races- and from the twitch of his thumb over your jugular, you think he notices too. It's still him, of course- brow creased even more than usual, eyes tightened around the corners as he judges you.

"Tomura," You breathe, more sure. His face twitches, something just beneath the surface dying to break free. Still smothered beneath his suspicion. "I missed you. You're... the only person I really have and when I thought of never being able to talk with you again or- or touch you," You feel your cheeks heat, shame driving your gaze back down. "I couldn't stand it."

His breath shakes, his eyes like blood dart across your face, searching for something there. You're trembling so hard- anxiety and adrenaline rushing together in one awful slurry- you hardly even recognize that his hand is trembling too, his last finger twitching to come down and end it. It's not his finger that touches you.

All at once you think back to him standing beside you in the arcade, laying next to you in his bed: his hand on your skin, his breath warm across your face- he lingers there, eyes spread wide in something you dare not name. Not until he decides- and surges forward, presses himself to you completely, angling himself to find every inch of your body he can against his; his long legs set just inside yours, his thin torso leaves you hardly any room to breathe, his free hand raising to grab the side of your face- and with a burning need, he devours you. With lips and teeth and the tips of his fingers digging deep into your flesh, leaving eight bruises behind- and when his mouth drifts from yours, down onto your neck more bruises follow.

His tongue is hot and wet, laves a humid streak up from collar bone to jaw, leaves you shuddering and digging your fingers into his hair with a plea of "Tomura,"

"I knew it." He says, half laughs against your throat. The skin there tingles with the latent pressure of his hand, the threat that never came to fruition- then sparks as he kisses, messy and too wet, nipping freely, littering your skin with marks until you're panting. "I knew you meant it, that you're mine."

The word makes your knees weak, an airy moan escaping from your lips- which only fuels him to keep going. "You- you want to touch me?" The giddiness is back, an ecstatic trill in his voice, a shiver wracking down his body- all the way to the tips of his fingers that catch your wrists. "Then go on, touch me." He doesn't actually give you a choice, he shoves your hands against him, forces your palms up against the firm bulge in his pants.

Shock makes you tug against his hands for a moment- and for one agonizing second, Tomura's face falls. His too-wide grin- the one that puts you right back against the wall in that dim hallway- slips from its upturned joy. And then you touch him. Even with his demanding control, it's different when you actually do it: your fingers curving around the shape of him, feel his weight through the cloth. His breath catches and though you're sure it feels good, the twitch of his brow into something almost like surprise- just a flash of emotion before dissolving back into that thrilling, dangerous smile- has you thinking it's something else.

You palm at him and his hands loosen, lets you explore. A squeeze makes him grunt, and you take that as a good sign. Your best attempt to stroke him through his pants has his hips pushing into your hands. Though you need to bite your lip to keep yourself grounded, the loose, stuttering jerks of his hips give you enough courage to do more. Tomura stares at you, point-blank, inches from your face as your fingers quiver but dip below the waist of his pants.

The grin widens and nervousness makes your breaths come in quick- but when have you been able to say no to him? You push his pants down- and his cock bobs free, just as you had imagined how it looked when he was grinding on you: long and pale, the head a blushing pink, half-exposed, peeking out from under his foreskin. It's practically radiating warmth and throbs as you hesitantly wrap your fingers around him properly for the first time.

You just hold him for a moment, stumbling over what you should do- and his hand finds your wrist again. You welcome the help; he's not shy about what he wants you to do. He curls your fingers in tighter, tighter- until you'd be worried you were hurting him if he wasn't currently fucking your hand, half the motion coming from his grasp on your wrist, half from his hips. It's rough, the skin of your palm dragging against his cock, your strokes unlubricated except for the sweat of your palms and the first drips of precum that squeezes out each time your thumb and index finger squeeze up around the head. On the downstroke, the thin hood of skin slides back, fully reveals the pink skin beneath.

"You're doing so good," Tomura's voice is husky, rasping next to your ear. His gaze flits between your hands on his cock and your face, watching as your expression evolves- lingering when you lick your lips.

"Wait," You work against his grip to still your hand. Tomura whines, ruts once against your palm, fingers twitching as he tries to control himself. There's a question in his eyes, one you soothe with your free hand touching his side, then with words. "I want to... try something." His brow twists, one eye narrowing- until you're bending your knees. In the meager space he's left between himself and the wall, you slide down. His breathing hitches and something wild passes over his face.

You touch his legs, still covered in his dark pants. Beneath, his thighs are slender, but solid. One hand slides into your hair, bitten-short nails scratching at your scalp- spark a shudder that jumps down each vertebra, prompts you to look up at him. With his hand in your hair, you follow the long, thin line of his arm to his face. From below, he's menacing, face completely cast in shadow, his hair now framing the damaged and ruined skin of his features instead of obscuring them. Just like this, you're one finger away from a death too many people have seen. Maybe you should be concerned on why, exactly, that makes your mouth water.

His fingers- all except the littlest- press down at the top of your head, bring your mind back to the matter at hand. What you had wanted to try.

It's different being level with his cock. Before it was intimidating, something new and unfamiliar- but at least you had Tomura's hand to guide you... or really hold you still so he could use your hand. And that was good, amazing, even- to hear his panting up close and feel him, really feel him as he throbbed in your palm. But you worked up the courage to come here, you made some kind of horrible realization about your own desires in this world and you want to follow that thrilling conclusion to its end before common sense can catch up to the adrenaline.

Down here, with your thumbs sliding up beyond the hem of his pants, stroking at the expanse of pale, smooth skin of his thighs- barely dusted with hair so thin and pale it looks white, it's different. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, foreskin eased back into half-covering the head, a shiny bead of precum glistens at the slit. You touch him, squeeze just how he showed you- and feel the thick vein on the underside pulse hard beneath the pad of your thumb. You resist the urge to swallow, instead opening your mouth and easing out your tongue.

The first lick makes his cock twitch, though you think it's more the sight of you on your knees than the actual sensation. The taste is not quite what you expect; a single bead of precum and that which has smeared is not the bitterness you expected. It's mostly watery, a faint tinge of sweetness that settles in the middle of your tongue, soaks in deep. The next lick is less timid, more adventurous. You press the meat of your tongue up against the underside and stroke upwards, feel his pulse quicken. As you reach the tip, his hips twitch.

This time, you ease him into your mouth- and a wonderful little muttering of "Fuck." that goes straight to your clit. His fingers slide back from the top of your head, down to curl around the back of your skull. He gives you another guiding push, urges you to slide down his length a little more. It's something you can do- it's easy when he's the one talking you into it. And the praise that follows- "That's it, that's right,"- makes you shiver, makes you shift impatiently and try to swallow him down.

You bob easily, your hand covering what your mouth can't, each stroke smooth and slick with the saliva that slips from your lips. Each sound he makes is a badge of honor and you chase them without shame- Tomura's half lidded eyes and lopsided smile is all the sign you need to know he's thrilled with your attempts. Like building a catalog, a reference- trying anything you can think of and waiting for his noises, measuring your success with impatient thrusts and broken-off sighs, choked-down whines.

You sink down on him until your lips meet the sides of your fingers and you have to lay your hand against him, fingers pushing into the mess of pale hair along the base. Your jaw aches, but you want to try- want to swallow him down, to make him lose himself to your mouth just as you'd done to him. His cock touches the back of your tongue and saliva wells up around him- half an inch further and he brushes the back of your throat; you choke.

Your throat spasms, a wet noise escaping from your lips- you struggle to cough around his cock, feel shame rise in your cheeks as you try to pull away- and are stopped by Tomura's hands at the back of your neck, by his voice.

"Oh, fuck yes." He's staring down at you, blood of his iris completely lost to the black of his pupil. He pushes at your head, urges you back down. "Do that again."

Embarrassment washes away, leaves you wide-eyed, something like pride welling up instead. The head of his cock still on your tongue, you play with it for a moment. Breathes even and slow through your nose as you lick at his foreskin, slip your tongue in between. That earns you a sharp intake, so you swirl your tongue around the head, let the almost sweet taste of his precum coat your mouth until you're finally ready to try again.

He touches the back of your tongue and again your mouth floods in response, spit leaking from your lips to cling to his cock and drip over your chin. A deep breath and you do your best to flatten out of your tongue, let him slide in- it's not so severe this time. Like the itch in your throat before a cough, trying to suppress that urge makes your eyes water, so you squeeze them closed. You take him a little deeper- and Tomura moans as your throat constricts around him again; his hands keep you still as you instinctively struggle.

Your nails bite into his thighs, but the warning goes unheeded, utterly ignored as his hips rock, forcing his cock further into your throat. Protests muffled in your throat, but from the way Tomura's eyes roll back, you're not sure he even understands.

"Here, here," He says, one hand catching your chin with three fingers. He draws your chin up, tilting your head back- and the pressure in your throat eases. Breathing through your nose, catching your breath, you again find yourself staring up at him. With careful fingers, he brushes a loose hair from your face- and ghosts his thumb just below your eye where the gaging has made them water. He hesitates there, can't find the words for what he wants to ask. He doesn't have to. It's awkward to nod with his cock still in your mouth, halfway down your throat, but you do your best anyway.

With his hands returning to their place at the base of your skull, you resume. With the new angle, it's easier to take him in. Even if you do have to pause to choke, your own will keeps your hands at the backs of his thighs, keeping him from pulling away from you. Tomura loves every second of it, watches you from above with rapt eyes, keeps your hair out of the way so he can watch his cock disappear further and further into your body. You're doing so well, you look so good, he wants to tell you, but every real word has left his head, leaving him drooling and panting and he wants more

The tightening of his fingers into your hair is the only real warning you get. First, an easy stuttering of his hips, the same little motion that he's tried to suppress before- it makes you choke again, but you know he likes it- and perhaps you do too, feeling wetness well up in your eyes at the pressure in your throat, how your head feels light and empty as you struggle to breathe around him. But usually he gives you a moment to compose yourself- not this time. He whines and through tear-blurred eyes his face contorts in pleasure- his hips thrust again. You sputter, relax your jaw, and let him.

Each stroke makes your throat ache, itch as you fight the coughing fits that build up in your chest, but his next thrust has your nose brushing that tangled mess of hair. His scent, the musk of sweat and arousal fills your nose- and while Tomura greedily fucks your throat, one of your hands falls between your legs, rubs hard against your clit. The long-needed pressure makes you moan- and the vibration of your voice has him rambling, words too half-formed, too broken up by high-pitched, heady noises, too buried under the slick noise of his cock in your mouth for you to piece anything together except:

"Cum- ah!- gon' cum- I- oh," He breaks off again- his teeth sinking into his lower lip. You hold onto the back of his thigh- let him use your mouth until he's gasping, fingers twisting hard into your hair. His cock throbs on your tongue- and with his next thrust, sharp bitterness fills your mouth. With how Tomura moans above you, his brow drawn in high and tight, mouth hanging open, his cracked lips burning bright pink with his teeth's abuse, you couldn't begin to imagine not loving it.

He pulls you in close and you gag again, closer, closer until your nose is buried in those short hairs. Tomura's head falls backwards and all you can see past the black of his shirt is the long column of his neck and red, scratched skin there. This deep you struggle to breathe, to pull in enough oxygen around his cock, but the little dying whimpers of him riding out his orgasm is all that matters in the world right now. He pulls back before blackness can eat at your vision-

and for a moment, Tomura stares at you with such wonder in his eyes. His hands leaving your hair to grab the sides of your face, tilting your head so he can look at you. You can't imagine you look good, covered in tears and spit from gagging, but he runs his thumb along your lip all the same. He pulls you up by your jaw and you have to claw your way up his clothes to keep pace, near falling with your legs half-asleep- his mouth crashes onto yours. His kiss makes you lightheaded in a way even his dick could not, leaves your head spinning as you hold onto his shoulders for dear life.

His legs move, stepping backwards, but his arms give you no choice but to stumble along with him, half-dragging you as he goes. "Good, so good, perfect," He praises between kisses, "My perfect little pet," Another barrage of kisses, so fast and haphazard you can't begin to reciprocate before he's breaking away again. "You'd like that, right? To stay here and be mine." You try to say yes, yes but he's back on you, drawing your lip into his mouth and sucking too hard; all that comes out instead is a high-pitched whimper. You don't even realize where he's taking you until he's pushing backwards through the purple curtains into that dark hallway beyond. He fumbles behind him with one hand until he finds the doorknob.

The lighting is no better than before, a paused game screen lighting up the room in harsh blue light. He doesn't give you long enough to take it in. The room spins as he moves you like a doll, turning you around and shoving you back against his bed. Your knees catch on it and you fall back- and Tomura is back on you in seconds.

This time, he bypasses your mouth, lips latching onto your neck while his hands shove your shirt up and up until he can grope at your chest. Pain shoots from your neck at the harshness of his bite, his teeth sawing into your flesh in desperation to mark you, to force more noises from your mouth- while he catches your nipples between thumb and finger. Whatever had been holding him back before is gone now- he's rough, unhinged, twisting and tweaking at your chest, pulling on your nipples until your chest has to arch with him to assuage the pain. His mouth pops off your throat, breath ghosting over the wet, aching spot he's left behind before he finds another spot closer to your collarbone.

This hands, too, move along. The minimal patience he had for your shirt is lost on your pants; his fingers twist into the fabric and you're gasping for a reason other than his ruinous mouth. Cool air greets your heated skin- and his fingertips push between your outer lips. Tomura immediately detaches from your neck, a long trail of saliva hanging between his lips and your skin as he rears back at his fingers. You already know what he sees; the warmth has been building between your legs for far too long, the ecstasy of letting him use your throat, of listening to him lose himself in you- it hasn't been without effect on you. A single huff of laughter and he's back over you, teeth nipping at your earlobe as he taunts you. "This wet already? You're so dirty," He kisses over the still stinging mark he left, "I knew you liked things that were wrong."

His fingers slip through your slick, dragging it up to your clit. He swirls the pads of his fingers around it, fans the flames in your belly until you're squirming, begging into the darkened room, "Please, please,"

"That's right," He sighs, giddiness still making his voice light and airy, "You want me, don't you? Need me?" You can only whimper and nod, chase his fingers with your hips. "That's alright, I'll take care of you."

He shifts just enough to shove his own pants off his thighs and kick them off- and his left hand holds your thighs open as he settles between them. With his right, he grabs the base of his shaft- and you can't suppress a whimper as the head of his cock slots between your plump lips. He nudges against your entrance, teases your tight hole- before letting it slide through your arousal, coating the underside and rubbing against your clit. The head, fully revealed, peaks up between your legs as you look down- and it dawns on you that yes, this is really going to happen. He's going to be inside you-

And Tomura grins, leans in close to your face until you could trace every scar, even line across his face. As elated as he looks, his voice holds a dark sincerity. "I'm going to destroy you."

It's a promise and he delivers. He pushes into you- wetness eases his way, but he hadn't even stretched you. The head makes you pussy ache, sting around his girth, but he doesn't stop there. He breaks you open, cleaves his way deeper, forces your tight cunt to bend to his will and you do. Your body flutters, strains to accommodate his desires until he's buried inside you completely. Your thighs shake, tremble with the desire to latch around his waist and keep him still- but his hands are already settling just behind the bend of your knee.

"I told you," He says, pushing on your legs until you're bending in half, knees nearly meeting your shoulders. Above you, he consumes your vision, your world. Everything you've ever known fading away in favor of Tomura's scarred face and the way his hair sways when he moves. "You'd like it like this."

And Tomura plants his feet and thrusts. One stroke and your hands are scrambling over his sheets. He drives into you with reckless abandon- any finesse he might've had lost in your soft, pliant, heat. It doesn't matter. The extreme angle has his cock pushing in deep, touching all those new, sensitive places you've never found before. Every motion has him filling you up to bursting, the stretch making your body sing around him until unintelligible noises fall from your lips.

It's too much all at once; his cock is redefining your life, stroking each nerve into a new awareness while he's so close you can nearly kiss him, yet just inches too far, leaving you only able to stare at Tomura's features in rapt wonder. His gaze has long since become lust-hazed, his teeth sinking once more into his lower lip in a feeble attempt to stay quiet- but in reality it does nothing to stop the feral grunts that come in time with his cock pounding at your cervix. Worst of all is the arrhythmic stroking against one sensitive patch of your front wall that makes your entire pussy tingle and spark to life, driven so close to the peak you can't quite reach.

"Tomura," You can barely breathe, each punctuation of his hips knocking the air from your lungs. He doesn't respond, doesn't acknowledge you at all, opting to lower his head and pant against your chest. The heat makes sweat gather, your skin prickle- your arms waver, weak and near lifeless as you reach for his wrists.

"Tomura," repetition makes awareness filter back into his eyes. He stares at you from under the undulating wave of his hair, stray, sweaty strands sticking to his forehead in a wild fringe. "Please," The word barely makes it past your lips as another brutal punch of his hips has your eyes rolling.

"Tell me." His grasp on your legs tightens, digs in until you know bruises color your skin.

"Touch me."

Tomura's breath catches, his hips stutter as that dangerous spark returns to his eyes. He doesn't look away, holds your gaze as his right hand slides from your leg to your belly. With the rest of his fingers curled into a tight fist, the side of his thumb finds your clit. He doesn't even have to move it; each thrust makes your body sway with him, rubbing in time with his cock.

It's immediate- the tightly-wound arousal that's been aching in your belly flares, sparks finally catching in ignition. He keep fucking you, driving your high up and up until you can't stand it, hands grabbing at his arms just to have something to hold on to, something too desperate to be human escaping from your lips- until your mouth falls open and everything comes crashing down. The dam breaks; pleasure flooding out your need, cascading through your body, whiting out everything that isn't his touch, his voice, his cock- and you're arching, twitching, your cunt clenching around him as your clit throbs with his never-ending thrusts.

It's too much, watching you cum, feeling your walls contract around him until you're so tight he can't move and it hurts, your cunt milking him for everything he has and he drives into you until he can't anymore just to see how your legs and fingers twitch in overstimulation. He gives no thought to the way he's drooling mindlessly, how tightly he's gripping your leg- he cares only for the hot, wet sleeve of your pussy and the way your eyes have rolled back because of him.

Tomura cums so hard he shakes, sees stars- his cock kisses your cervix as he fills you, forever marks your pussy as his. His injured arms don't last much longer, but even with how his world goes fuzzy, he's careful with his hands, pulls each finger into cautious fists. Your legs ache from being bent for too long, falling down to rest on either side of his slender hips. Sweat dampens your chest, but he doesn't mind, rests the side of his face there, breathes hot air into the divot of your breastbone.

Your arms fight you, want to lay boneless where they landed, but with several movements that make you feel more like a loose marionette than a human, you find Tomura's back. One hand slides under the wide, loose collar to find the bandages there, the other cups the base of his skull where sweat has dampened the short hairs there that curl wildly.

The stale, unmoving air takes too long to help you cool down- fluids drying on your skin making you itch, feel disgusting-- but the weight of Tomura's head on your chest and his slow, even breaths keeps you anchored in place. But even Tomura must feel uncomfortable because he soon stirs, tipping his head to lay lazy, open-mouthed kisses across your chest. Another movement has you hissing- his hips shifting as his softened cock slips free- and so does the gush of fluids that run over the curve of your ass, pool onto the sheets.

Tomura doesn't even notice, lifting his head to meet your eyes again. In the blue light of his screens, you can make out how his pupils have released their stranglehold over his irises- which in the lighting look purple. Muscles feeling a little more human, you touch the side of his face- and speak the words you've been dreading. "What now?"

He blinks, slow and easy, catlike. When his lips part to speak, they stick together. "We never did play another game of Cloud Seven." And his mouth spreads into a grin- just soft enough, just rounded enough to perhaps be happiness.

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congratz on 100! can i rq a hq matchup pls? (idm which gender). im a sag and intp-t, she/they, my current favorite song is arms tonite by mother mother, i think ive got like a simple grunge-y, alt, lq skater aesthetic? thx!

Hey hey anon thank you sm for requesting !

I match you with Kenma Kozume !

You two met when through Kuroo actually, you and Kuroo had a class together and the entire time he wouldn’t shut up how you reminded him so much of his friend Kenma and how you two need to meet. And when you two finally met you realized Kuroo wasn’t too far off, you weren’t as introverted as Kenma but you two complemented each other perfectly

Your guy’s favorite past time is to lay in bed next to each other and scroll through your phones not saying much but will occasionally show the other something funny they came across

Kenma enjoys the way dress, he likes the simplicity of it but likes how it’s still unique in its own way

You guys always have matching homemade keychains, because on a target run you two picked up a friendship bracelet making kit, and instead of you two making bracelets you made little key chains his said your name, and your’s said his. He hangs the key chain off his switch

You and Kenma aren’t big on PDA but he does tend to play with your fingers a lot when you two are out

He won’t ever tell you but he has a playlist on his phone that are songs you listen to that he’s never heard and when he is alone he plays them because they remind you of him.

Before your dates, Kenma still gets nervous but won’t show it because to him every date feels like the first one

You guys have matching nails your nails will be all white except your thumb and pinky or black, and Kenma’s nails are all black except his thumb and pinky are white

on clear nights you two climb up to his roof and lay there naming stars and trying to point out constellations and laughing when they are completely off

When he is ready to go while you two are in a group outing he’ll tug on your sleeve a little letting you know he wants to leave

If you text him and talk about a food your craving, without warning 30 minutes later there is a door dash at your day with whatever food you were just telling him about

thank you again for requesting luv ! ♡︎

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Music Imagines (part three)

Gender Neutral short imagine I came up with while listening to these songs:

Nuts by lil peep (gender neutral)

Arms Tonite by Mother Mother (gender neutral)

Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys

General Masterlist

Music Imagines Masterlist

Warnings: Mention of drugs (weed), Major death (reader), cursing, torture, Angst feelings, stalking, yandere themes, kidnapping.

A/n: You can request any song you like and it will be in the next part I do. You can send me if you want it in a specific gender too! 

THIS IS WHAT I PICTURE WHEN I LISTEN TO THESE.

Nuts- lil peep:

The dark sky taunted with the stars their eyes on me sending chills over me. I snuggle up to them their hand wrapping around my waist quickly. I love their affection they showed me and how they touched me. I kept my hand on thier thigh. After a while, they seemed tired I let them lay their head in my lap for a while. Before they fell asleep I walked them back to the car.

The warm paper that kept the plant contained flowed through my dying lungs. This is healthier than cigarettes I guess.

Arms Tonite- mother mother:

The walls echoed with my scream as I fell. But they caught me my blood slowly poured out of my wound. I took the bullet yes. But I did it because I love them I had the chance and took it.  I slowly passed out as their worried and already griefing face was the last thing I saw.

The bright light there in my face I never truly died I spectate over them. It's funny how quickly they moved on, right? It's just so fucking funny how they moved on from me not even a week later.

I was so okay that I died with my lover I was okay dying knowing it was with them. I cried even as a spirit tears flowed freely from me. Sobbing broke out in my body. I died for them but they tossed me like I was nothing but a pawn.

It wasn't fair I tried my best to come back so I haunted them. Taunting them so they knew they couldn't escape no matter how hard they tried to cover their ears.

I died for them but they wouldn't for me... I sacrificed myself for them my whole future but they wouldn't have stayed with me. It's funny that I did all of that for them and I died in their fucking arms with a feeling of tranquility but they wouldn't have even spared me a look if I didn't die for them. But now I make my presents known they know me forever now. They know the one causing them pain.

Now they never forget me but I can see their pain and maybe one day I'll move on but they'll never forget about me. I love one-sided love...

Knee Socks- Arctic Moneys:

I rolled up my knee socks to cover my exposed legs. I got outside the vivid feeling of eyes on me but I knew none were. The rain poured my jacket covering me. The rain was pouring but no wind was present. The night sky calmed me.

He stared at her a creep of obsession came over him. But he didn't care cause she looked so cute in their little knee socks. He came up closer to her in a car.

"Where are you going?" I asked y/n looked at me scared, come on baby I'll never hurt you...

"To my friend's house she's expecting me there in a few minutes I'm actually on the phone with her." She said I knew she was lying she was listening to music and that she were going to a club.

I wanted to shove her in the car so badly what do I even have to lose? She’s the only thing I want.

I remember seeing her in her bedroom in a long shirt and knee socks dancing and singing. How perfectly they danced to the tune so suggestively. I knew they were mine then I saw them at the nightclub swaying their body next to a guy. It's fine I got rid of him and I'll do the same with any other person who they to claim what's mine. I saw her start running so I start up y car ready to track down what’s mine.

[haikyuuanypercent]

haikyuu!! mother mother headcanons

my personal headcanons for which haikyuu characters listen to mother mother! (written as if they were teenagers in 2020)

Karasuno:

Tsukishima - DEFINITELY listens on a regular basis on his cool kid headphones while he’s walking home from school. tries really hard to hide how much he relates to Try to Change

Yamaguchi - listens even more than Tsukki. Tsukki was the one who introduced them to him years ago but now he knows their entire discography by heart. really vibes to Body, wonder why

Hinata - listened to them once because he asked what Yamaguchi was listening to and now he’s just slightly more worried about his friend’s mental health

Kageyama - has never heard A Song ever in his life

Yachi - 100% listens to them are you kidding me. this anxious lil lesbian? the first time she heard the first verse of Dread in My Heart she had a full identity crisis

Nishinoya - if he did he would literally just listen to Hayloft on repeat because he’s the physical embodiment of that instrumental energy

Tanaka - likes some of their rock songs but noT AT 11:00 AT NIGHT SAEKO-

Ennoshita - listens to their self-deprecating stuff more than he probably should. really likes Body of Years

Kiyoko - basically just listens to Love and Truth on repeat

Asahi - absolutely falls into the anxiety category of the fanbase along with Yachi and Yamaguchi. also loves Dread in My Heart and has a whole moment when he hears Yachi listening to it during practice one day. then the two of them and Yamaguchi start bonding over it and it’s cute

Sugawara - yes. you cannot convince me this man doesn’t walk to practice belting out a random song from O My Heart just to annoy Daichi

Daichi - has heard them constantly beCAUSE SUGA WON’T STOP SINGING ARMS TONITE FFS SUGA IT’S THE THIRD TIME TODAY-

Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa - no. for aesthetic reasons this man listens to mainstream pop and mainstream pop only

Iwaizumi - hears the first two lines of Verbatim for a full month every time Makki and Mattsun change and is THIS CLOSE to committing a homicide

Hanamaki - sings Verbatim whenever Iwaizumi’s around and only when Iwaizumi’s around because no one will ever believe that this quiet third-year just starts proudly screaming I HWEAR HWOMEN’S.... UNDERHWEAR whenever he changes into uniform

Mattsukawa - had literally never heard of mother mother before Makki suddenly started singing Verbatim in the changing room. he immediately caught on and joined in without skipping a beat and now they’re just trying to see how far they can push Iwa before he breaks

Kyoutani - yes absolutely. he relates to Wrecking Ball on a spiritual level but his secret favorite is It’s Alright

Yahaba - knows their entire discography. Kyoutani is shocked when he plays Burning Pile out loud and Yahaba starts singing along lyric for lyric. if he didn’t have a crush on him before he does now

Kunimi - definitely a diehard fan. you can’t ask him to pick an album but the weirder the song the better

Kindaichi - mother mother? isn’t that that weird band Kunimi listens to??

Nekoma:

Kuroo - listened to them back in his punk phase in middle school but not so much now. still won’t let Kenma forget that he Liked Them Before They Were Cool

Yaku - swears by No Culture. constantly argues with Kuroo over who listened to them first 

Kai - doesn’t actively listen to them but likes what his friends have played for him. you could probably literally play banging pots and pans for this man and if you told him it was your favorite music he would smile and find something to compliment. he’d mean it too

Kenma - still listens to them occasionally because Kuroo introduced him years back. really likes the song Touch Up because he enjoys its critique of superficiality and manufactured identity and Kuroo if you don’t stop talking about how you were already listening to them months before I was I stg-

Yamamoto - loves Get Up with his whole heart. it’s real high on his workout playlist

Fukunaga - has heard them, but he’s more a Lemon Demon type of gremlin

Shibayama - heard Kuroo and Yaku arguing about them one day and listened out of curiosity. now he has a gender crisis to go with his anxiety

Inouka - probably only listens to the Super Mario Galaxy soundtrack. he and Hinata do bond over how they’re starting to worry about their teammates

Lev - Kuroo asked him and his response was ofc I listen to my mother. Kuroo fell out laughing and Yaku immediately glared at Lev because he KNOWS that’s not true

Shiratorizawa:

Tendou - ofc this man listens to mother mother he’s probably been to a live concert too. when he’s not singing his own original compositions he’s singing something from Touch Up. Tendou please stop singing Neighbor you’re scaring Goshiki

Ushijima - yes he’s heard them but he has no idea they’re an actual band. he thinks Tendou is the lead singer

Shirabu - loves their whole discography but the edgier the better. his music must match him in sheer spite

Goshiki - why does Tendou keep saying he can see him through his blinds?? he lives in an apartment complex and his only neighbor is a sweet old lady???

Dateko:

Futakuchi - absolutely vibes to The Sticks and Eureka

Aone - Futakuchi showed them to him one day and he 100% approved. now they listen to them together after practice and Futakuchi screams the lyrics while Aone just sits there and looks Enthused

Koganegawa - doesn’t know why his captain is screaming but butts into their vibing sessions sometimes cause he likes to be included. what’s an Oleander 

Bonus/Extra:

Akaashi - definitely knows the lyrics to the MOST concerning songs. Bokuto overheard him quietly singing the first verse to Oh Ana and he had to spend the next half-hour telling him no Bokuto-san I’m not depressed, I’m perfectly fine, it’s just a song

Kita - loves everything ESPECIALLY the song O My Heart. he listens to them constantly while he’s doing his chores. one day his headphones come unplugged while he’s listening to Little Pistol and everyone is Absolutely Terrified especially Atsumu and Ginjima

Saeko - puts everyone else’s love of mother mother to shame. she lives this aesthetic. knew them before they were cool, knows their discography by heart, has or has had a crush on every band member. can and WILL scream the chorus of Sleep Awake at you whether you like it or not.

[tabdrix]

𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 ( @rocketfm )

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: tabitha jane hendrix

Reason for name: her mom wanted something unique and her middle name is her dad’s mom.

Nickname(s): tab, tabby (she’ll kill you), tj

Date of Birth: february 29, 1996

Age: 24

Gender + Pronouns: cis woman / she/her/hers

Place of birth: denver, colorado

Parents: ella mccormick (mother), jackson hendrix (father)

Siblings: two younger half siblings on her father’s side.

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): her mom and her have a very bad relationship, it’s strained as hell, there’s a lot of resentment there and meanness. her relationship with her dad is better, but not perfect, as he moved away when she was younger, leaving her with some slight abandonment issues.

Pets: none.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5 ft 2 in.

Build: lean, willowy

Nationality: american

Ethnicity: caucasian (english, german, possibly others)

Distinguishing Facial Features: bright eyes, thick eyebrows

Hair Color: dirty blonde, bordering light brown

Usual Hair Style: down or a messy bun

Eye Color: green

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks, scars): light smattering of freckles, a few acne scars, a scar on knee from when she fell off a bike, and a small scar on her eyebrow from when she fell out of a tree

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): adhd

What do they consider their best feature?: her eyebrows

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: she fell out of a tree (hence the scar) and broke her arm.

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: a graphic tee or a sweater, mom jeans, and her converse.

Glasses? Contacts?: glasses! but usually wears contacts.

Personal Hygiene: well kept, she’s pretty busy between her kid and her work so she gets showers in as much as possible.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: ears pierced, belly button pierced, one tattoo that says ‘lucy’

What does their voice sound like?: low and sweet

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): she talks fast,

Accent?: general american.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: taps on things, chews pen caps, burps

Left handed or right?: right handed

Do they work out/exercise?: having a seven year old is workout enough.

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: english

Zodiac: pisces

Gifts/talents: picking out music, finding things

Religious stance: atheist

Political stance: liberal/leftist

Pet peeves: people who are assholes to kids

Optimist or pessimist: optimist

Extrovert or introvert: extrovert

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHPS:

Relationship status: single

Sexual orientation: bisexual

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: someone who will keep up/listen to her talk, someone who makes her laugh, someone who will love lucy

Ever been in love?: yes

What’s their love language?: words of affirmation

Most important person in their life?: her daughter, lucy

VOCATION:

Level of education: high school grad, few college credits

Profession: radio dj/host

Past occupations: worked at mcdonalds in high school

Dream occupation: television host

Passions: music, being herself, weird movies, making people laugh

Attitude towards current job: she loves it!

Spender or Saver? Why?: saver, for her kid.

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: doing something they love, absolutely.

SECRETS:

Phobias: claustrophobia, arachnophobia

Life goals: raise lucy to be happy and successful in whatever way that is.

Greatest fears: something happening to her daughter, a spider crawling in her ear.

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: she peed her pants in fifth grade on a school field trip.

Something they’ve never told anyone: she put laxatives in a bitch from high school’s coffee.

Biggest regret: not being able to finish college.

Compulsions: she’s sort of superstitious, doesn’t step on cracks in the sidewalk, or walk under ladders, throws spilled salt over her shoulder.

Police/Criminal/Legal record: she got caught past curfew one night, but other than that, she’s gotten away with plenty of shit.

Vices: smoking weed.

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: listening to records, crocheting

Favorite color: a coral pink

Favorite smell: the new baby smell, or lavender

Favorite food: burger and fries

Favorite book: where the wild things are

Favorite movie: empire records

Favorite song: arms tonite - mother, mother

Coffee or tea?: coffee

Favorite type of weather: sunny, cool days

Most prized possession: a booklet lucy made in school for mother’s day

Most used word or phrase?: fuck, shit, plenty of other cuss words

[mostweakhamlets]

Oof the gender dysphoria is strong tonite can I have some... idk how to say this— vlogger au Crowley being okay with his body/gender and Az also loving them with all of his heart? (This is a weird ask I’m sorry)

Yes!! And it's not a weird ask!! It's never weird to ask for something if you think it'll help you feel comfortable in your own body. I also threw some things in about weight bc we love our soft angel and it managed to relate.

I'm not sure if this will really help but here's what I got for you:

Crowley never miracles their body to be more "feminine" when they wear dresses or skirts. They have control over how everything looks, but they never soften their jaw or fill out their breasts. They never widen their hips or cinch their waist. They just miracle the bust of their tops in so it lays flat and lets out the waists so it's not so tight. They love how their corporation looks as is

They love how they contrast Aziraphale. They're all angular with no curves ("a pencil," Aziraphale calls them sometimes). They have a square face and have no hips or butt. They have small thighs, scrawny arms, and broad shoulders.

Meanwhile, Aziraphale is nothing but soft curves. He has a round tummy he rests his soft hands on and plush thighs and a double chin when he smiles (which is always). He's absolutely gorgeous to Crowley, and they love that they look so different. They also know they have access to the best cuddles in the universe.

Likewise, Aziraphale loves his stick figure husband ("If I hug you, I'll get a paper cut.")

Crowley starts wearing their hair long all the time and alternate between braids and updos or "man buns." Aziraphale loves playing with it at night

Aziraphale loves their partner so much no matter they present. He asks Crowley every day what pronouns they'd like.

When Crowley wears a new dress or skirt Aziraphale will make a big fuss about it.

"Who allowed you to be so beautiful? Is this a wily, demonic sin? I don't believe She'd be happy to know one of her fallen angels turned out to be so beautiful and tempting."

It's double praise bc Crowley loves hearing that they're being wily

When Crowley is wearing their usual outfit, Aziraphale will still gush. He'll stare until Crowley notices and then sigh

"Have you always been so handsome? Or have I never noticed?"

On camera, Aziraphale will make Crowley come on camera if he thinks they look particularly beautiful that day (which is every day)

So Crowley comes on camera, shy already. One day they're wearing a maxi skirt and a more "feminine" top. They walk in frame with their straight hips and flat chest and square jaw.

The comments go WILD calling Crowley beautiful and "an actual goddess."

Aziraphale tells the viewers not to give them any ideas with the "goddess" talk

Transwomen viewers ask for links for the clothes

Aziraphale is blushing really hard and won't stop saying how much he loves Crowley on camera even after Crowley is out of the house

BONUS!

Crowley watches makeup tutorials online and makes a list of quality lipstick they should invest in

They only wear lipstick because they don't care about mascara or eyeliner or anything like that

And 80% of the reason they wear lipstick is so they can kiss Aziraphale on the cheek during filming and leave a mark on his face without him knowing

Viewers beg Crowley to release a lipstick line

[himbodad]

21 and 5!

5.  A song you like to daydream to

Dreams Tonite by Alvvays (yearning vibes,,, very good song 10/10 recommend)

21.  A song for when the sun has gone down and you are feeling absolutely buck-wild with exhilaration!

Good Old Fashioned Lover boy by Queen (this song is gender i love it so much. love 2 dance around to it when i’m alone in the middle of the night)

[opaquestrategies]

@animesemplemcpherson tagged me in this a day or two back

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: I’ve never been in anything even halfway close to a relationship and am trying to get myself to a zen place about the better-than-decent chance that I’ll die alone while literally everyone within a five-mile radius of me is getting married. I’m not feeling very zen at the moment. 

FAVORITE COLOR: orange from childhood on and in several ways forever, with a slight lean towards purple nowdays. sunset colors. 

LIPSTICK OR CHAPSTICK: gender norms have kept lipstick from me because why? am I going to pay extra money for something no one expects/requires me to use? also chapstick is the mvp even though I don’t use it very often bc I just got back from a conference in the mountains and my lips where chapped to hell, I have a new appreciation for chapstick bc never before have I needed it more. 

LAST SONG:  “World Princess part ii” by Grimes is what’s playing rn (and it’s a great bop and Grimes is the best) but what’s really been going on around here is that I’ve been on a major “ancillary Pixies projects” kick this week and Frank Black and the Catholics’ “If It Takes All Night” is a jam and the new Breeders song is pretty tight! 

LAST MOVIE: I watched Amelie last night (the DVD I got from the library froze but it turned out that it froze at exactly where the first act ends and the second begins, so when I found a stream two hours later it didn’t feel disjointed) because I heard that it was an inspiration for Pushing Daisies and I totally got where that comparison came from and liked it quite a lot! but I’m also too much like the eponymous character and I felt more emotions than were honestly great to be feeling  

TOP THREE SHOWS: I don’t think I know what my all-times are but the aforementioned Pushing Daisies, Parks and Rec, and Avatar are all up there. The show I look forward to most week-to-week now is The Good Place which is doing unbelievable things to the sitcom formula with a top-notch cast.  

TOP THREE SHIPS: I don’t really interact with fandoms through shipping? I like seeing gorgeous people pretend to be fantasy people who fall in love with each other as much as the next person, but I don’t have a list of what my favorite instances of that are off the top of my head. Michael Schur probably showrunned all of them though.

if you want to do this please do this and I don’t mean that as bs, I just don’t really feel like tagging people tonite.