#//he tells me what to type and I type it lol

[mylovesstuffs]

Habits OT13 picked up from being with their s/o

Request: Hello can i request: habits svt got from being with their partners?pls🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Seungcheol – Checking in more often

Before dating you, he wasn’t the type to text much. But now, “Did you eat?” “Did you get home safe?” “Feeling okay today?” He started doing it because you always checked on him, and now it’s second nature.

Jeonghan – Saying “I love you” more often

He always showed love through actions but because you’re someone who expresses affection verbally, he started doing it too. Now, he randomly whispers “I love you” when you least expect it, even in the middle of teasing you.

Joshua – Mimicking your slang & speech patterns

If you have specific phrases or a certain way of talking, he 100% picks it up. One day, the members hear him say something like “Oh, slay” and immediately know that’s from you lol (reminds me of, very demure very mindful video of Joshua).

Jun – Adopting your little happy dances

If you do a little wiggle or jump when you’re excited, guess what? Jun does it now too. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until someone points it out.

Hoshi – Subconsciously leaning in for forehead kisses

Since you always give him forehead kisses, he now leans his head forward whenever he’s near you—whether he’s sitting next to you, hugging you, or even just standing around. It's muscle memory at this point.

Wonwoo – Laughing more openly

He’s always had a quiet, subtle laugh, but after dating you, he’s more open with it. You make him so happy that now he laughs more freely, even throwing his head back sometimes.

Woozi – Saying “hmm?” whenever he doesn’t hear something

You always go “hmm?” instead of “what?” when you don’t catch something, and now he does it too. The members were so confused when he started doing it because he never used to.

Dokyeom – Holding onto your sleeve or hand while talking

Since you have the habit of lightly grabbing his sleeve or hand while chatting, he unconsciously started doing it back. Now, when he’s excitedly telling a story, his fingers find your wrist without thinking.

Mingyu – Making your favorite drink/snack without thinking

It started when he would see you make the same drink/snack every day. Now, before you even ask, he’s already preparing it for you. Muscle memory kicked in hard.

Minghao – Subconsciously mirroring your habits

If you tilt your head when thinking, he does it too. If you rub your thumb against your lip when focused, he’s caught himself doing the same. He mirrors you a lot without even realizing.

Seungkwan – Complaining about things exactly like you do

You have a very specific way of ranting, and now, whenever he complains, he sounds just like you. The members immediately clock it when he says something in your exact tone and phrasing.

Vernon – Listening to your favorite songs on his own

Since you always play certain songs, he started liking them too. Now, you’ll catch him humming your favorite song while doing random things, and when you ask, he’s just like “Oh yeah, it’s good.”

Dino – Copying your way of texting

If you use a lot of emojis, type a certain way, or have a texting quirk, he now does too. The members were so confused when he suddenly started sending hearts or using cute speech.

[waynes-multiverse]

Already so in love with the start of this chapter! A girl who can eat is a girl after my heart 🫶 (and apparently Russell's lol)

“Good god. You have never been more attractive to me, which is saying something.” You slurped again, Russell letting his curiosity in your eating habits fade away in favor of the elephant in the room.

Girl, you and I have the same headcanon about this! He needs someone with super weird food habits 😂🫶

And I loved her then suddenly trying to get rid of him and coming up with the lamest excuse in the book before threathening him lol. Glad he saw right through that! And this made me melt 🫠:

“Forget I said anything.” You stood up, Russell matching the movement and catching your bicep before you could take a step. Yes, he was injured but even one armed, he had enough raw strength in him to keep you from leaving. “Tell me or I dig on my own and make things a lot riskier for both of us.” He dropped his hand, nodding to the seat. Russell sighed. “I trusted you. You can do the same.”

Oh, and it is a mafia thing! 👀 Phew, that's a tough job for Russell (not that I doubt his abilities, but she is right – he's only one man. You're not planning on breaking my heart, are you? 😅)

“Like my home?” He stared blankly, eyes drifting down to your chest. “The flirting was cute. Eye-fucking me in my kitchen, not so much.” “You have sauce all over your shirt.”

Oh, he got real lucky there, didn't he? He must've loved this 😂😂

“Because knowing how to get stains out of all types of fabrics is kind of necessary in my line of work,” he said, opening a few cabinets before finding the one with the plates. “Now. Can you put the knife you thought you grabbed without me seeing back and we have a civilized conversation over pizza?”

I'm so in love with this characterization of him here! Behind all the goofiness and bad flirting still hides that smart killing machine, and you portray that so well throughout their entire conversation 🖤

“The paranoia got to dad. He would take me on these weekend hunting trips all the time and teach me survival skills and medical stuff and I was a fucking kid, Russell. I didn’t want to do that shit but dad was…twitchy.

I love reading more of her backstory, and obviously Russell can relate since he grew up similarily. I see some romance brewing and bonding happening here 😍

You’re going to park in the visitors lot and go to the airstream in lot 4. It’ll be isolated. You knock on the door and there’ll be a guy inside. Colter. You stay with him, go wherever he goes and do whatever he tells you to without question. You don’t leave his side until I come and get you, understand?”

Knowing her, I don't see this working out well for Colter. Poor guy will have his hands full with her 😂

You woke up around six thirty, jolting up in your bed to find a very wet and nearly naked Colter trying to pick up a mug he’d dropped.  “Well good morning,” you said, his hand in a death grip on the towel just barely concealing him away.

I don't mind this at all 😏

The commitment to him being shirtless on this show is for real, tho 🫠 (And PS: I saw you wrote for Colter too! I totally have to check that out! Justin Hartley had me in a chokehold since This Is Us. He rows right into the "lovable and stupidly hot idiot" category that I've fallen victim to lol.)

And not only did she bond with Russell in this part but also with Colter. Seriously loved every minute of their conversation! And considering Russell sent her to his brother, who he hasn't spoken to in so long, speaks volumes how much he trusts Colter. Colter seeing that too was such a precious moment 😭🫶

Sure, Colter was hot but Russell…well the image of that man in nothing but a towel as water dripped down his body…

Agree! The ruggedness and roughness (the beard) certainly adds a few plus points 🔥😏

“And? What am I saying?” you asked, staring him down.

I was gonna say, she should be careful with that challenge, and his answer did not disappoint! It was gold 🤣🤣🤣

And I totally didn't expect her to stay with Colter for days, drive across the country, and join him on a case! This is such a cool twists and I'm loving their hangout dynamic 😁 I do have an inkling Russell will be jealous of their bonding and probably scold Colter for taking her on a case lmao

“He knows what he’s doing. A job like this, he’s got to do a lot of prep work and he’s got to put a crew together. Trusted friends. Try not to worry.”

Ooooh I know you read the books and this reminded me so much of the crew book!Russell worked with!!! 👏

I was so relieved when he came back in one piece! And that little present for her was so sweet and thoughtful 🥹 The note, on the other hand, was hilarious 😂

But why the angst at the end there? No they were supposed to be happy! Sunset, rainbows, unicorns, glitter!!! I will suffer in the next part, won't I? 😅

This was such an amazing chapter from start to finish! I thoroughly enjoyed all their conversations, their dynamics, the humor mixed with seriousness and feelings. Loved every second of this! 🩵

He's My Man (Part 2)

Summary: The reader isn't quite so sure if she can trust Russell with her secrets but he's decided she's going to get his help, whether she wants it or not. Reluctantly she accepts but in the process realizes she might actually be starting to care about him...

Masterlist

Pairing: Russell Shaw x reader

Word Count: 4,500ish

Warnings: language, gun shot injury mention, mentions of death, angst, fluff

A/N: Ooooh things are heating up! Please enjoy!

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Russell stared at you with what one could only describe as a look of wonder. You didn’t exactly blame him. Eating four large cheese danishes and chugging back a week’s worth of coffee in the span of fifteen minutes was enough to make anyone’s eyes widen.

You tossed your trash in his motel waste bin when you finished and returned to your seat at the tiny corner table. With an obnoxiously loud slurp of even more coffee, Russell titled his head, shaking it slightly.

“Good god. You have never been more attractive to me, which is saying something.” You slurped again, Russell letting his curiosity in your eating habits fade away in favor of the elephant in the room. He straightened in his seat, pausing a beat. “So. What’s this long story?”

Your fingertips rattled against the side of the large styrofoam cup, a small amount of heat radiating through. Now that you’d had some time to think, or rather stress eat, you knew this was a mistake. A big one. You needed to kick Russell out of your life and the sooner the better.

“I think you have the wrong idea about what’s going on and I thought it better we talk in private,” you said. Russell wore a weary expression, his eyes dissecting your every micro-movement. “I’m not interested in a relationship or a date or conversation. I don’t do that considering my line of work and I imagine you keep things casual with yours. So you take your money and consider this a warning. Contact me again and I will have you dealt with, understand?”

Russell leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a clenched jaw. You narrowed your eyes in response, Russell picking at his bandage without realizing. 

“Stop that,” you mumbled when he kept doing it, his lip twitching up in a not so friendly way.

“You threaten me and in the next breath are worried about my damn stitches? I don’t think you realize just how good I am at my job,” he said, placing both hands on the table, folding them together. You swallowed, Russell staring so intently you had to glance away. “Alright. Back at the coffee shop, that was a moment of bravery and now it’s passed? Tough shit. We’re in the weeds now and we ain’t leaving until I know you do your job of your own free will. Understand?”

“Forget I said anything.” You stood up, Russell matching the movement and catching your bicep before you could take a step. Yes, he was injured but even one armed, he had enough raw strength in him to keep you from leaving.

“Tell me or I dig on my own and make things a lot riskier for both of us.” He dropped his hand, nodding to the seat. Russell sighed. “I trusted you. You can do the same.”

“You’re one guy.” You shook your head. “Drop this or you’ll wind up dead or worse.”

“I made my living doing jobs where if I fucked up I’d wish I were dead over the alternative. I know how to keep a secret. Maybe I can help, maybe I can’t. But you opened the box. You can’t just close it again.”

“Yes, I can. Goodbye, Russell.” You grabbed your coffee and headed for the door, pausing when you had a hand on the handle.

But what if he could help…he was ex-special ops…

Russell’s hand slid over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. You frowned, a reassuring smile greeting you.

“Do you like your job?” he asked. 

“S’complicated,” you whispered.

“How complicated?”

“Jobs like yours…that’s up to me to do that stuff but I…I work for someone else.” You found Russell’s unreadable green eyes and sighed. “I’m a fixer for the local mafia. It’s not a job you get to quit and stay alive very long.”

Russell contemplated your words, lips forming a thin line before he nodded. “I can take care of that assuming your story checks out.”

“My story?” you asked, Russell humming. “Why would I lie-”

“You could be playing me for any number of reasons. Like I said, I’m going to check your story out and if it’s all kosher, we’ll figure out where to go from there. Capiche?”

“Fine,” you grit out, shaking his hand away. “But do it quietly. You got three days.”

Late Evening

Your eye actually twitched when you answered your front door that night to find not your pizza delivery man before you but Russell fucking Shaw. He wore a deep navy utility jacket that hung loosely around his trim waist and a pair of black jeans. You weren’t sure why but his shift from lighter colored clothing this morning to this dark, edgy look made him look as dangerous as you expected he was.

“Russell,” you said. He didn’t bother hiding his smirk, eyes roaming over your body. You glanced down at your soft pale yellow pajama shirt and matching shorts set, huffing when he slipped past you inside.

“You totally are the kind of woman to having matching jammies,” he chuckled. You gripped the door tight, ready to kick him out just as your delivery driver pulled up.

“Just…take off your boots.” Two minutes later you had your pizza and garlic knots on your kitchen counter while Russell leaned back against it, his jacket since removed and tossed on the back of your couch. He wore a black zip up that was undone over a black t-shirt, Russell shifting at your growing unease.

“Listen,” he said, holding up his hands. “You got questions but first off, I’m not here to hurt you. This is just what I wear when I need to go…looking around places I ain’t exactly invited into.”

“Like my home?” He stared blankly, eyes drifting down to your chest. “The flirting was cute. Eye-fucking me in my kitchen, not so much.”

“You have sauce all over your shirt.” You glanced down, spotting marinara drops all over your short sleeve button up top from where you’d had the edge of the pizza box pressed against your torso as you’d carried it in. “Thanks for thinking so highly of me, though. Makes a guy feel special.”

“I’m on edge, alright?” you snapped, grabbing a towel and trying to get most of the sauce out. “Plus I just ruined a two hundred dollar shirt.”

“Figured you for a oversized men’s t-shirts kind of gal but little sets from french boutiques suites you.” You froze, Russell dropping his hands. “I know all about your shopping habits. You have high quality taste, much richer than the average suburbanite.”

“And?” you said, tossing the towel down, hands going to your hips. “Are you about to kidnap me and turn me over to the mafia or what?”

Russell approached you slowly, gently picking up the towel from the floor and dabbing it with some dish soap. 

“If I had wanted to hurt you or take you or whatever else is going through your head, you wouldn’t have seen me coming.” He rubbed the towel against the damp spot on your shirt, letting the fabric get soapy. “Let that soak for a few minutes and then after you have some dinner, toss it in the wash. It’ll come out good as new.”

“How do you know that?” you asked, Russell hanging your towel on the oven handle. 

“Because knowing how to get stains out of all types of fabrics is kind of necessary in my line of work,” he said, opening a few cabinets before finding the one with the plates. “Now. Can you put the knife you thought you grabbed without me seeing back and we have a civilized conversation over pizza?”

You weren’t sure how he’d seen you swipe the knife from the butchers block but figured he had a point. If he’d wanted to screw you over, he would have done it already. After excusing yourself, you returned in a pair of skinny black joggers and a slightly cropped gray AC/DC shirt to find Russell had already plated two sizeable portions for yourselves. 

“See? Now that’s a look more fitting for the princess of darkness,” he chuckled.

“That’s queen of darkness to you,” you said, taking a seat at the island in front of one of the plates. “Do me a favor, lover boy. Grab me a guinness from the fridge.”

“Dark stout. Always a good choice.” He got out two, removing the cap for you before retreating to the other side of the island.

“As much as I love uninvited house guests who welcome themselves to my food and beer, why are you here, Russell?” You took a large bite of pizza, Russell long necking his beer for a moment. 

“Yet I don’t see you kicking me out. It’s okay to admit you’ve fallen for me, Y/N,” he teased. You growled, Russell’s eyebrows raising in amusement. “Hot damn, woman. I love when you get all grr. Tells me you are a force to be reckoned with.”

You rolled your eyes, Russell taking an extra large bite. “Stop flirting and talk.”

“Why can’t I do both?” he asked, not waiting for an answer. “But to answer your original question, I’m here because your story checked out and that’s kind of a problem.”

“Excuse me? Why is that an issue?”

He set his plate down and gripped the island, leaning over it slightly. “Y/N. I can call up a few friends and wipe out a local mafia family no problem.”

“Awesome. Then what’s the fucking problem?” Russell tilted his head, like you’d just walked into some kind of trap he’d set.

“Y/N. Despite all the obvious sexual tension brewing between us, you failed to mention that you have a boyfriend. You know, the head of this fucking mafia family. The boyfriend that buys you those fancy french pajama sets? The one that bought that espresso machine over there? Girl, you better explain yourself because I am not a hired gun.”

You chewed quietly for a few moments under the heated scrutiny of Russell’s gaze before you pushed the plate away.

“My dad was an accomplished doctor. He was very well respected. I grew up very comfortably until I was about eight.” Russell loosened his stance and began to eat while you decided what he needed to absolutely know. “My dad unknowingly saved a mobster’s life one night in the ER. Mr. Lauter.”

“The former head of the mafia and this guy, Owen, your supposed boyfriend’s dad?” You nodded before taking a big swig from your bottle.

“Well, that pissed off Mr. Elpine who had almost had a successful hit on Mr. Lauter. Elpine tried to get my dad to kill Lauter. Dad refused and the next morning on the way to school, the brake lines in our car didn’t work. Dad and I walked away. Mom and my brother didn’t. Dad was scared Elpine would come after me again.”

“Your father went to Lauter for protection,” said Russell. You picked up your pizza as he put together the rest of the pieces. “Lauter offers him protection for saving his life but something happens and your dad ends up working for Lauter as his fixer.”

“The paranoia got to dad. He would take me on these weekend hunting trips all the time and teach me survival skills and medical stuff and I was a fucking kid, Russell. I didn’t want to do that shit but dad was…twitchy. PTSD for sure, a mental break too. I always guessed there was some brain trauma after the accident that never healed. He got real bad when I went to college. Bad enough that Lauter stepped in when my dad attacked me when I came home for the holidays. Lauter killed him and the fucked up part was I wasn’t even upset. My real dad had died when I was a kid. But…when a mob boss kills for you whether you wanted them to or not-”

“They think they own you for life.” You nodded. “So you became the fixer.”

“They let me finish college under the condition I come back and work for the family. They leave me be except for when I need to patch someone in the crew up. It’s honestly not that bad. They gave me a lot of money over the years. I hate to say this but Mr. Lauter was pretty good to me.”

Russell cleared his throat. “You do know how fucked up what he did to you is, right?”

“Of course I do,” you said, closing your eyes. “But compared to my dad and Owen, he was the lesser evil.”

“I came across the fact Mr. Lauter died about three weeks ago from heart disease.” You hummed. “Tell me about this fuckface, Owen.”

“Dude has had a crush on me since he was fucking twelve. He has it in his head that the family owns me, literally. Lauter always reined him in but since he’s been gone, Owen’s been…pushy. Telling the crew I’m his girlfriend, asking them to follow me. Thankfully, and this is why this is so weird, I grew up around a lot of the guys. Making me work and fix people, fine. But some kind of forced romance? They aren’t cool with it, at least they’re kind of ignoring Owen. I’ve kept Owen off my back because he’s grieving and busy trying to take over but he’s going to back on my ass soon. This time, those guys will have to listen to their new boss.”

“So…I take out Owen and you think you’re in the clear. You could have just said that.” He finished off his beer and washed his hands at the sink. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going grab essentials, and I mean essentials, while I pack up your dinner in what I expect is some color coordinated tupperware. Then you’re going to take my car and drive to Elmhurst Camping Grounds. It’s about four hours north of here and no, you will stop for anything so use the bathroom before you go and I’ll pack you a snack. You’re going to park in the visitors lot and go to the airstream in lot 4. It’ll be isolated. You knock on the door and there’ll be a guy inside. Colter. You stay with him, go wherever he goes and do whatever he tells you to without question. You don’t leave his side until I come and get you, understand?”

“I feel like if I ask questions you’ll just tell me I don’t want to know.” Russell smirked.

“I love that big brain of yours.” You rolled your eyes but felt a tiny smile on your face. “Warming up to me are we?”

“Fuck no. But uh, who the hell are you sending me to?”

“My baby brother. Don’t worry. His ugly mug will keep you safe.”

Four Hours Later

“Uh, hi,” you said, practically bouncing up and down at midnight in front of a strange tall man at a very nice airstream RV. 

“Y/N,” he said as you forced a smile. “Bathroom is right there-”

You darted past him and into the small cubby bathroom, grateful after the long drive. The man was waiting leaned against a small counter space when you exited, a temporary bed made up behind him in what looked like a breakfast nook.

“Sorry to barge in. Russell said not to stop for anything.” 

“S’alright,” he said. “Bed’s made up if you want to crash. I’m going to stay up a bit longer by the fire. You’re welcome to join if you like.”

“Thanks, uh…” you said, a very brief smile on his face as you tried to remember what Russell had called him.

“Colter. It’s not a problem.” He skirted by you and outside, taking a seat in a foldable camping chair. You had questions but for the moment, all you wanted was to get some rest. 

You woke up around six thirty, jolting up in your bed to find a very wet and nearly naked Colter trying to pick up a mug he’d dropped. 

“Well good morning,” you said, his hand in a death grip on the towel just barely concealing him away.

“Morning,” he said, slowly backing up to the bedroom. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Not a problem,” you said, catching a whiff of coffee. 

“Mug are in the first cabinet if you want a cup. I’ll be out in a minute,” he said. He excused himself to his room and slid the divider shut, leaving you to the rest of the airstreamer. 

A moment later you were outside in front of a small fire, sitting in a chair with warm coffee in your hands. It was cool and you wished you’d thought to pack a jacket in your haste last night.

You were rubbing your arms when something was draped over your shoulders, a thick heavy hoodie. 

“Russell got you out of there pretty quick, huh?” asked Colter, taking the mug while you shrugged into the warm fleece.

“Yeah. All I grabbed was my wallet, some cash and my computer. He told me I could buy clothes here,” you said. Colter handed you back the mug and took a seat beside you.

“I checked his car. He had a duffel full of his clothes in there I brought inside. You can use his stuff, or mine, until we can hit a store.”

“Thanks,” you said, smelling Russell’s deodorant on the fabric. Colter saw you tug the hood up, a question on the tip of his tongue but he decided against it. The air was still and quiet apart from the crackle of fire and morning birds. 

“So,” said Colter, not looking at you as he drank. “You and Russell…you like, his girlfriend-”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I just met the guy yesterday. All I did was patch him up.”

“Right.” You sunk lower in your chair, slurping loudly.

“Were you special ops like him?” you asked. Colter shook his head.

“Civilian. Never had any formal training, just what we grew up with.” Well, that was an interesting statement. What the hell did it mean though? “Our father was a survivalist, taught us things.”

“Oh. My dad was a little out there too.” Was that why Russell was so adamant about helping you out of your situation? No. Maybe it played a part, but no. He’d wanted to help before you told him that. “Does Russell do this sort of thing often?”

“No clue. First time I talked to him in years was two days ago. I helped him find a friend of his. I was there when he got that bullet hole in him you fixed.”

Alrighty then. Russell was becoming more and more intriguing by the second. 

“So you don’t know a lot about him then,” you said. Colter shrugged.

“I guess I’m figuring him out too but he’s a good guy. He’s somebody you want as a friend.” You hummed, finishing your coffee off. Colter excused himself to get you more and returned with a fresh cup, steam billowing from within. 

“You trail run?” you asked, Colter’s eyes showing a flash of surprise. “Muddy sneakers by the door. I did cross country in school.”

“I try to get out most mornings. The hot water should be good to go in about five minutes if you want a shower.” 

“Thanks.” You licked your lips as you remembered the sight of him exiting the bathroom not long ago. Sure, Colter was hot but Russell…well the image of that man in nothing but a towel as water dripped down his body…You shifted in your seat, squeezing your legs together to try and get a hold of yourself. Colter smirked slightly in his seat. “What?”

“I’m good at reading people is all.”

“And? What am I saying?” you asked, staring him down. Colter only smiled as he looked away to the fire.

“You’re wondering if Russell works out and picturing him naked.” You glared at him but it did nothing to hide the heat radiating off your cheeks. “Hey, you’re a grown woman. You can do as you please.”

“I think I will take that shower now.” You stood and set the mug down on the ground, shooting Colter one last look. There’d been no malice or teasing in his voice. He was simply being straight with you. “Listen. I just…I haven’t exactly been around good guys much, or ever. I’m not saying there’s anything there beyond physical attraction, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, looking at you like you were the worst liar in the world. “Whatever you say.”

You grumbled and went inside to take a very cold shower.

Three Days Later - Spokane, Washington

“Hey, Colt,” you said, pushing up the long sleeves of Russell’s gray henley you wore. Colter hummed around the piece of grilled chicken in his mouth as you spun your laptop around from the other side of the airstream’s dining table. “Could she have gone here? Looks like a decommissioned game trail.”

“Yeah, yeah that fits,” he said with his mouth full, chewing and swallowing quickly so he could take a closer look. You returned to your own dinner, Colter mentioning he was going to take a look after dark. 

Things had fallen into an easy pattern with the two of you. Colter was very different than his brother but it wasn’t a bad thing. He didn’t talk much and worked as a rewardist. He’d planned on sticking around the east coast for when Russell met up with you again but an urgent case in Washington popped up. You’d spent most of the past three days driving cross-country behind Colter’s truck and the airstreamer, learning what the hell a rewardist was.

Colter had told you about the case at first to keep your mind off of Russell but you’d reluctantly taken an interest and now were deep in the weeds of helping him locate a missing young woman.

“You want to come look with me?” asked Colter, breaking you out of your train of thought. You blinked, a small smile on his face. “Come on. It’ll get you some experience with rewardest work and stop you from doom scrolling.”

“Alright,” you sighed. While you appreciated Colter’s attempts to make you feel better, you were starting to get very concerned. You hadn’t heard from Russell since you left your house a few days ago and there was nothing in the news about the local mafia members being killed. Or him.

Colter rubbed your back when you helped him unhook it from the airstream. He tended to do that when you started to get stressed out. He hadn’t been lying before. He really was good at reading people. 

“Colter,” you said in the dark truck, the hum of the vehicle quiet in the cab as he drove. “What if something happened to him and he needs our help?”

“He knows what he’s doing. A job like this, he’s got to do a lot of prep work and he’s got to put a crew together. Trusted friends. Try not to worry.” You bit your bottom lip as you stared out the window, trees passing by. 

If only it were that simple.

It was two in the morning by the time you and Colter made it back to the camping grounds. You’d found Martha in not too great of shape but she was alive and the doctors said she’d make a full recovery with time. Colter has tried to give you some of the reward money for helping but you hadn’t done all that much in your opinion. 

“Stay here,” he said when he turned the truck into your lot and you spotted a dark figure sitting by the fire. He took his gun from the back of jeans and got out, pausing halfway out the door. He smiled over at you and you caught the dark figure give an awkward little wave. “Should I tell him how much you’ve been worried?”

“Not. A. Word. Colter,” you said before hopping out and happily rushing over to where Russell rose to his feet. You didn’t realize you were giving him a hug until he was laughing, returning it and lifting you off the ground. 

“I missed my queen of darkness too,” he chuckled, setting you down with a smirk. You scoffed, Russell’s eyebrows raising at your attire. “Is that my jacket? And shirt?”

“Why waste the money on new stuff,” you shrugged, Russell grinning like an idiot. “Stop that.”

“I’m sure that was the reason.” Colter came over, the boys sharing a nod. “You keep my little delinquent out of trouble?”

“She’s a breeze,” said Colter, taking a seat. “Even helped with my latest case. She should try the rewardist thing. She’s good at it.”

“Maybe. All I want to know is am I good?” you asked. Russell took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. He nodded, the tension running of out your body. “Thank you, Russell. Thank your friends too. I’ll pay you guys-”

“No payment. This was because you’re my friend, plain and simple. Just knowing you’re safe is more than enough.” You smiled, letting yourself rest your head against his shoulder. “You should rest. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“How-”

“In the morning. I need to catch up with my little brother.” You nodded, enjoying the feel of his heavy hand as it ran over your head. “Go sleep, Y/N. You’re exhausted.”

You reluctantly peeled yourself away and went inside to find your makeshift bed had been done up for you already. You didn’t even try to fight the flutters in your stomach when you spotted a yellow pajama shirt and shorts set neatly folded on top. There was a note beside it, a stupid ass smile finding it’s way onto your face.

Brand new. Imported from France. Don’t get used to fancy ass presents like these. I ain’t made of money. Even if these are soft as fuck and I totally wish they made these for men. I still think you’d look better wearing a band tee to bed.

Russ

P.S. They had a sale so I got you something else too. Check your backpack.

You shook your head and grabbed your bag from the floor, taking out a very elegant black bag. You undid the tissue paper and went wide eyed. 

Inside was a very, very, fancy black lace bra and multiple pairs of gorgeous bikini style undies in soft muted colors. There was another note waiting for you inside, your heart stilling.

No strings attached. Hopefully these will cover you for a little while until you can get settled again.

“Oh, Russell,” you said quietly, thumbing over the bag, smiling to yourself as your insides did very happy backflips.

He wasn’t just a pretty and protective face. He was thoughtful too.

And you were starting to fall for a guy that’d most likely be gone by this time tomorrow.

Fuck.

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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harmless beast

Poly 141!/Fem!Puppy hybrid!Reader

introduction: hi its me again! i kinda hate this but i wanted to post something for 130 followers! thank you! 6.2k words. most of this is proofread, for the rest i wish u luck. 1st half is backstory, 2nd half is smut. i was dying to finish this so i could focus more on smth else so bare with the messiness. all 141 is mentioned but smut is focused on gaz/soap/r. same universe as this but technically more related as a prequel then part 2. reader is a hybrid but only has ears and a tail. disclaimer: i have no knowledge of the military or accents lol. everything is for plot convenience thank you and hope you enjoy!

contains/warnings: smut 18+!!, age gap (reader is early 20s, Price early 30s, Ghost late 20s, Soap and Gaz mid 20s), light daddy kink (Price), spit, fingering, polyamory, handjob, light nipple play, coming inside (not mentioned but r has bc implant), p in v penetration, 3-some, slight allusions to hyper sexual reader, reader is left in the dark a lot and kind of babied, Ghost is a little mean to r, no mention of size or race but reader is a woman who wears a dress and has hair long enough to run your fingers through.

Three weeks. Three weeks you’d gone without Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. You wish it were harder to admit you missed them. It’s not normal to get attached so quickly. You’d only been with them about a month before they’d gone on their first assignment. It was hard to not be sad.

Price said he’d only tell you when he knew for a fact they were coming home. He knew you’d be too anxious for their arrival to the point you wouldn’t be able to sleep. So, when he gets a call from them right before bed that they’d be getting home, he decides not to tell you. He takes you straight to bed, lets you cuddle up into his arms, and waits for the chaos in the morning.

You normally alternated between sleeping in Price’s bed, Gaz’s, or Soap’s. They had their own separate little area of the base sectioned off once you were introduced. A tiny common room attached to something that could just barely be called a kitchen, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. Each one had two beds. One room with Ghost and Price, one room with Gaz and Soap.

The 141 and the rest of that base’s staff had been told you were a danger to other people. If anything, they’d rather the four of them be at risk than the entire base. But you couldn’t be that bad, could you?

No, you’d turned out to be an annoying little sweetheart. They’d known that after you failed ninety percent of your drills, tests, and quizzes, and avoided any type of confrontation. Zero kill drive, they’d eventually learnt after your dozenth fail. You were supposed to be a vicious, powerful dog hybrid. They’d received an overgrown puppy.

The team was told by the higher-ups that they’d have to keep you for a while longer, considering there was no more transferring you when they were supposed to be your final placement. You’d aged out of the facility. That’s why you were here.

The facility was built a little after hybrids were manufactured. Once they’d realized what a tool for the military that hybrids could be. Meant to raise the artificially made hybrids from ages ten months and up and turn them into soldiers. Teach them combat, fieldwork, and how to use weapons. Scientifically made to obey orders and be raised as soldiers.

The 141 had no idea what they were doing over at the facility, but whatever they had raised wasn’t a soldier. You were clueless. Confused. A little dumb, even, in social aspects. It wasn’t your fault they weren’t competent enough to teach you how to use the stove.

After you’d been with them for about a month and even Ghost had started to tolerate you, they’d finally gotten news of a new placement for you. You’d aged out of the facility, regular civilian life was made for no hybrid, and other task forces wouldn’t take you after what they’d heard. So, where else was there to go?

Front lines, they said. No, they were taking you to an underpaid, under-regulated, isolated Space Force unit. The lowest-ranked branch throughout this entirety military. But they didn’t focus on space, did they? This particular unit had teamed up with an EOD* unit considering the amount of unused acres they had.

Everyone there was glorified test dummies, specially created for soldiers with one too many loose screws to test their bomb diffusing skills. While the space force spent their time pretending they were above board and everyone was getting their work done, they were blowing up fields.

They were apparently the only place willing to take you. Doesn’t sound so bad, right? Hybrids could be useful in sniffing out explosives. But they were ecstatic for your arrival. Excited. Urging. Practically foaming at the mouth for a compliant hybrid that no one cared about enough about to check if you lived or died.

Price wouldn’t be able to fucking live with himself if he left some defenseless, pretty little puppy to get blown up under the guise of ���testing’.

(He didn’t realize it, but he’d been won over the moment he saw your picture tucked into the file he’d been given on you. Your sweet smile with those pointy little canines. You could charm a snake with one flash of teeth.)

He’d been working with you for a little over four weeks before the boys left and he’d found you could barely take care of yourself. Clumsy, naive, unknowing of what was outside of the facility.

He declined and insisted they’d keep you before even having a chance to discuss it with the rest of his team. No, he’d figure out something to do with you. He was told the other base was disappointed they wouldn’t be receiving you, but Price had pulled enough strings to know they’d never hear your name again.

That was just a few days ago. They were already having a hard time getting adjusted. Having to teach you bloody everything. He’d eventually have to figure out a way to gently tell the boys they were keeping you. But when he saw your excited, smiling face when you saw the returning boots of Gaz, Ghost, and Soap at the door, he knew he couldn’t have decided to leave you in their greedy paws.

You’d woken up to Price getting ready. Compared to the rest of them being so stealthy, Price was loud in the mornings. It was dark and you were still so sleepy, you didn’t even see Ghost asleep in the bed next to where you’d slept.

It’s only when you’ve brushed your teeth and done your morning routine that you wander out into the common areas. Clad in a new dress that Price bought you for good behavior during a meeting. You follow Price aimlessly out into the kitchen, watching as he plugs in the coffee machine. Your eyes scan the area absently as you lean against the counter, focus landing on three pairs of dirty combat boots by the door.

“They-“ you squeak, voice turning all high pitched with excitement as you turn towards a messy-haired Price at the bar in the kitchen. Your tail beats against the backs of your thighs.

“Easy,” he grunts. He knows where this is going. He slips from his stool to grab the warm bread currently popping from the rusty toaster. “Just got back late last night. Let them sleep in, yeah? It was a hard one.” he says, voice deep with sleep as he slips two onto his plate and another two on yours.

You’re already practically vibrating with excitement. You try to urge your tail to stop causing a fuss behind you. It doesn’t work. You curl your hands around the fabric where your dress ends, mid-thigh. You squeeze until staying quiet isn’t nearly as painful. You swallow. “Y-yeah. Makes sense.” you try, voice coming out a little hoarse.

“You’ll see ‘em later. Gotta let ‘em sleep and eat, and then you can jump all over them.” His gaze is still focused on the food as he plops the last few fresh blueberries throughout the base onto your plate. He knows you love them.

The coffee machine dings, signaling it’s finished its job. He pushes your plate towards you as he takes a long sip from his coffee. A first of many. “Plus, you’ll be busy. Gotta help me with my paperwork, remember?”

You nod, stiff and forced. You want to whine. Storm right back into their rooms and hug them so tightly your knuckles turn white. But you don’t. Price has been teaching you about obedience. Listening even when you don’t want to. You’re not a fan.

You didn’t even help with his paperwork. You just stayed in his office, did puzzles sometimes when he could find one for you, and cuddled into his lap when he let you. But, you agreed.

Only that with the prospect of seeing the others later, you wouldn’t be able to stay still. Even during breakfast. Surely not when you’re cooped up in his office. Not when he has no puzzles, can’t have you in his lap right now, is taking too many phone calls to talk, is unable to take you out for a walk around the fields, or is even available to give you an ounce of attention.

He’d even brushed you off when you tried to slip between his thighs, bare knees against the carpet, refusing to look down at you.

You can’t stay still. You need something to do. Even as you shuffle around the room, prod at metals and picture frames, and flop from one chair to another, he doesn’t seem to mind. Not when you drag a chair across the room to get a good look at something high on the walls. Not when you huff and puff to yourself.

It’s when you’re tidying some pens you accidentally knocked on the floor that you notice one of the drawers to his filing cabinet is slightly ajar. Weird. He always has those locked. You settle onto your knees in front of the drawers a few feet away from his desk.

You peek over to see if he’s watching once, or twice. Still hyper-focused on the papers in front of him if the wrinkle between his brow tells you anything. You quietly open it and just when your gaze falls on a file titled with your name, suddenly Price is just as stealthy as the rest of them.

The drawer is closed by a large hand appearing in front of you. Your head snaps up as Price stands over you and you gape at him as he tells you, “Nothin’ in there for you, little one.” while he slips the key into the hole and locks it.

You don’t even bother apologizing when you’re so pent-up right now. Your tail falls limp behind you. You furrow your brows as you glance up at him, slumping back onto your heels into a sitting position. “Why not? What’s in there?”

He can barely resist the urge to roll his eyes. “Get off the damn floor,” he sighs and leans down to grip your biceps, pulling you up to stand. You let him, but you’re not very cooperative.

“Fine. You really want something to do?” he asks and doesn’t finish until you hesitantly nod. He walks back over to his desk to grab his nearly empty coffee mug and brings it over to you. “Get me some more coffee and yourself… some fuckin’ juice or somethin’, alright?”

You frown slightly. Seriously? That’s what he wants you do to? I guess.. it’d be better for you to take a moment. Even if it was just a short walk back to your common room, he seemed pretty frustrated with you.

You feel a little bad. But not enough to apologize when you were frustrated with him, too. “Fine,” you huff, grabbing the cup from him and turning around as you walk back toward the door.

The walk back to the kitchen is maybe 60 seconds. Your eyes are down the whole time, paying attention to your steps, the floor creaking under your weight. You open the door to the common room and shut it behind you, going straight to the kitchen.

You pop one of the coffee pods in the machine and start it up again after you put the mug in, leaning against the counter as you hear it come to life. You pick at a cuticle at the edge of your nail while your sharp canines dig into your bottom lip absently.

“Love? That you?”

Your ears perk, your head snaps up and your spine straightens. A bright smile takes over your lips as your eyes land on Gaz walking out of the bathroom in a grey tee and blue shorts. You can feel your tail beat over the back of your thighs as you rush over to him. You slam straight into his chest, completely missing the bandage around his upper arm and shoulder, just missing his quiet groan.

Your arms wrap around him tightly, burrowing your nose into the crook of his neck under his ear.

Just right. Just what you needed.

He lets out a pained chuckle, arms slowly coming around you.

“Mmm… missed me?”

You nod wildly, head bobbing up and down and knocking against his chin. One of his hands slides down your back, gliding against the soft material of your dress until his hand settles in the curve of your lower back. He tilts his head until his lips are by your ear, “Daddy get you a new dress?”

You repeat your nod, pulling back until you can see his face. Your hands slide up his shoulders to cup the sides of his neck of his neck as your eyes flick over his face. He looks mostly uninjured besides a tiny split on the edge of his jaw. He always told you not to worry about it. While you tried not to, you couldn’t control every single one of your thoughts. “…Yeah. Do you like it?”

“‘Course I do,”

His lips quirk up into a smile that you return while his hands slide down to cup your ass. He pulls you a little closer until you’re back up against his chest and you’ve risen onto your tippy toes. Pulls you until your breasts flatten against his chest and his hand cups the side of your neck with his thumb under your jaw.

He tilts your chin up enough that he can kiss you, his lips slightly chapped against yours. His other hand’s fingers dig into the flesh of your cheek, giving a firm squeeze. It’s slow and soft at first, but you can feel the tension bubbling beneath the surface. He pries your lips open with his tongue, running it along your teeth before slipping fully inside to join yours.

You hum happily into his mouth, massaging your tongue against his before he slips away. Tilts your chin to the side with his thumb to give him the access he needs to kiss along your jaw. “You look.. fuckin’ lovely, baby.” he rasps, lips wet with a mixture of yours and his saliva as he drags his kisses down to your neck.

You dig your teeth into your lower lip to not smile *too* wide, feeling warmth rise on your cheeks. “Thanks,” is all you can squeak with the sudden shyness slipping up your spine and grasping around your brain. You can feel something stiff against your thigh.

Your ears twitch as the coffee machine beeps. He nearly rolls his eyes. Great fuckin’ timing.

You start to lean away, slowly releasing your grip on him. “Kyle… I gotta finish John’s coffee. I promised.”

He groans, letting his head fall back. He huffs and gives you a quick squeeze before he eventually releases you. You turn and make your way over to one of the higher cabinets. It creaks open as you reach up, grabbing a gray mug and watching as a tanned hand comes around you to pluck it from your grasp. He sets it on the table, sliding it out of your arms length as you reach for it.

“Kyle!” You whine, unable to turn to look at him with the way he presses up against your back. He places his hands on each side of your waist, pressing his warm chest tight against your back.

“I know, I know.”

You huff.

“My pretty girl..” he mumbles under his breath as he runs his hands up and down your sides. Before you can think to respond, he’s kissing you again. One hand to turn your jaw towards him and one on your waist while he holds you still to shove his tongue down your throat. You can barely keep up. It’s only morning, but.. you missed him, too.

His head ducks down over your shoulder to pepper kisses along your exposed collarbone.

“Need you,“ he whispers. All you’ve done at this point is blink, and he’s pinned you against the counter.

He buries his face into the crook between your neck and shoulder, hands gliding up your front to cup your breasts through the fabric of your dress. You don’t even stiffen. You’re just surprised at how quickly he’s moving things along. He’s acting like he’s intoxicated.

But you’d be a little desperate to have something soft and pretty after weeks of hard work, no?

His thumb brushes over where he assumes your nipple would be. His mouth waters. Something’s buzzing in his ears. Howling.

“Need to fuck you. Please. Need to touch you so bad, love. Will you let me?”

You shiver as his nose runs along the curve of your neck until he’s nudging at your jaw. “Yeah,” you whisper like it’s some poorly kept secret of how badly you need each other. His hips grind against your ass from behind and he groans, hips giving an involuntary buck before he’s quickly reaching down to push the skirt of your dress above the swell of your ass.

He can already feel himself stiffening in his trousers. He needs you. “Yeah, you missed me too. Right, baby?” he asks, placing a kiss on your neck before he moans at the sight of your half-bare bottom only partially covered by the edges of your underwear.

He uses one hand to gently pin your fluffy tail to your right hip to keep it out of the way. You lean forward slightly, bracing your hands on the cold counter. “Yes- Yes, I missed you, Kyle.”

He chews on the inside of his cheek to restrain himself as his free hand comes around your front to dip under the band of your underwear. He inhales sharply as his fingers cup over your cunt beneath your underwear. Soaking wet like always, he finds. “Fuck, she needs me real bad, doesn’t she?” he breathes quietly.

You whine as his middle finger slips between your slit to gently rub against your clit. His finger glides easily with the slick provided by your needy body. Your breath is too shaky for you to attempt to speak. He rubs precise circles around your bud to coax even more slickness from your body, increasing the pressure until your thighs shake.

“Oh, God,” you cry, head falling forward between your shoulders. He adds a second finger, rubbing firmly with two now. “That feel nice?” he asks, breath rushing over your shoulder. He rests his chin there while he presses a little tighter against you from behind. He’s so fucking hard, it nearly hurts. Five more minutes and it might.

“Y-Yeah,” you answer, voice coming out choked and rushed. It feels better than good. You can feel shockwaves of pleasure spreading out from between your thighs, over your stomach, and down your legs. “Can you?-“ you cut yourself off with a moan as a single finger of his presses inside you, your jaw falling slack.

“Yes,” you groan, tongue feeling numb in your mouth. A few pumps of his finger have your thighs clenching together, one hand slipping from the counter and reaching behind you. You just want to touch him, even if you can’t see him. You grasp his hip with little finesse, nails biting into his skin.

“Mm.. just like that, huh? Want another? Shit, you’re so warm, baby. So soft. Just for me.” he pants, chest rising and falling against your back.

You nod and straighten a little to push your ass back against him. His hand, which has been gliding up and down your waist, shifts to grip your hip tightly while he hisses. You mewl as he adds a second finger, palm grinding against your clit.

“Easy, love. Be good. Know I won’t hurt you. Gotta be gentle, take our time.” he confirms, turning his head to bury his nose behind the line of your jaw.

“Need you now,” you moan as his fingers curve inside of you to brush against something that makes you throb. You push back against his fingers, craving more. Needing more. “Won’t hurt so bad. You’ve done enough. Just let me have you now. Please, Kyle.”

“Fuck,” he exhales, squeezing his eyes shut briefly. Almost to ward off the ache. Yeah, he was lying to himself earlier. What’d he say, five minutes? It’s hardly been two and he can feel his cock pulsing painfully against his thigh. “Yeah, I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you.”

He shoves your panties down your thigh and gently pushes at your low back until you bend over enough to let him ruck your dress over the swell of your ass. You’re bent halfway, your palms flat against the counter. He carefully grips your tail to push it aside once more. He lets go briefly to push his blue shorts and black boxers down his thighs, not even bothering to take them all the way off. No, you were much more important.

He grips your hips while using both thumbs to keep the fabric up as he positions himself behind you. “Ready?” he huffs, his voice so husky and deep you were almost worried he had a sore throat. You nod and the glans of his head nudge against your entrance before slowly pushing in.

Your jaw slowly drops open as he presses inside, gently stretching you open just right so that the hinges of your skull ache. You’re suddenly stunned into silence. Normally, to put it bluntly, you talked a lot. You loved learning about people. Especially people hard to learn about like the 141 boys. But now, it seemed like Gaz was awfully interested in exploring the internal parts of you.

Gaz slides a little deeper as you whine. It stings, but not too bad. Not when you’re so fucking wet. “Still alright?” he confirms, warm breath brushing over your cheek. His hips are flush with yours now and he feels burning hot against you. Inside you. “Mhm.” you hum shakily, not quite trusting your vocal cords to pronounce your words enough to be heard.

There’s a sound of creaking wood that comes from the doorway. Your ears perk. Both of your chins suddenly tilt up in that direction to see a sleepy, grinning Soap. Wearing only grey boxers. The slight crease between your brows softens and you smile. “I knew you two were gettin’ up to somethin’ without me,”

You feel Gaz’s lips split into a grin against the heated skin of your cheek. “Just started. Still plenty of time for you to join,” he says breathlessly as he pulls his hips back just enough to carefully thrust them forward. You jolt slightly, hand leaving him to grip over his on your hip.

A whimper slips from your lips. You pant, the front of Gaz’s thighs sticking to the back of yours from the accumulated sweat. “Johnny,” you whine, nearly reaching out toward him but opting not to with the fear you’d collapse.

Soap’s smile turns a little softer as he approaches, but the length between his legs certainly does not. You moan as Gaz starts up with a slow rock against your ass, feeling sweat start to prick the skin of your neck and armpits. He groans quietly in your ear.

Soap walks until he’s on the opposite side of the counter you were pressed up against. It wouldn’t take much to reach him.

“Fuck, ye look so wrecked,” Soap chuckles with his lips opened in a grin, smoothing your hair back with his hand. Gaz smiles behind you but your lips turn into a pout. Did you seriously look that bad? I mean, you knew sex wasn’t pretty, but you looked so bad he described you as ‘wrecked’?

Soap quickly notices the way your shoulders tense slightly, a light wrinkle between your brows. “No, no, I only mean in a good way, lovely. Wasnae bein’ mean to ya. You look as pretty as ever, baby.” he coos, pinches your left cheek between his fingers, and leans forward to press a kiss to your right.

You huff, but you let your guard down easily around them. Soap wouldn’t say something like that and mean it poorly, could he? No, you trust them.

Your hand leaves Gaz’s hand at your hip to grab Soap’s retreating one, pressing his palm against your cheek. “I missed you,” you sigh, but it more or less trails off into a groan as Gaz’s thrusts get a little firmer.

One of Gaz’s hands slips up from your hip to tug the right strap of your dress down, then reaches forward to tug the cup of the fabric down until one of your breasts is free. Your hand slides back to the edge of the counter.

Gaz and Soap both share a groan as their eyes flick down, Gaz’s chin on your shoulder as his hand firmly squeezes the flesh. “Ah’ ken ya did. But I’m sure Price took good care of you, yeah?” Soap purrs, his hand moving to the left strap to tug it down your chest as well.

The whole front of your dress slips down, revealing your front. Gaz huffs and puffs warm breath against the side of your neck, thumb, and pointer gently plucking at your nipple as his hips thrust against yours.

Soap’s eyes briefly flick down to the slick mess between your thighs. Gaz slid between them, penetrating you, not bothering to even pull all the way out before he punched in with another slow thrust. You’re so wet. So willing and eager, your hole just swallows him up.

You moan at every entrance and exit, not bothering to quiet your noises. Not when Soap and Gaz love them so much.

Your attention is vaguely brought back to Soap as one of his hands cradles your cheek.

“C’mere,” His thumb wiggles its way into your mouth, hooking behind your bottom teeth and tugging a little until your chin is tilted towards him and your jaw is open. He looms above you, much taller than you with the way you’re leaning forward.

You’re a little confused. Is he going to stick his tongue in your mouth? You’re blinking up at him, face scrunched in confusion, mouth open. You flinch slightly at the sound of him spitting while your eyes instinctively close.

Suddenly, there’s something warm and wet in your mouth. Your eyelids flutter open, and all you can do is moan at the sight of saliva dripping from his mouth into yours.

Gaz’s voice joins yours as you moan, peering over your shoulder to watch the way Soap spits, waits for you to swallow, and then presses your lips together. You mewl into his mouth, one hand coming up to cling onto his bicep as Gaz gets a little rougher behind you.

His tongue slips inside your mouth, massaging against your own, licking against your teeth as if to memorize your taste. “Fuck, baby.” he moans as he pulls away to pant against your lips, eyebrows scrunching together.

You’re almost in awe at how he could be so worked up by just a kiss.

There’s a slick clicking noise between you. Your eyes flick down to see Gaz’s hand stuffed in his boxers, wrapped firmly around Soap’s cock. You hadn’t even noticed that his hand had left your chest.

Your fuzzy eyes are transfixed on the sight. Blurry from the vision in front of you and the cock inside of you. Watching the way Gaz slides his hand up, tightening and twisting around the head while Soap shudders and his upper body lurches forward. His hands turned into fists against the counter, head hanging between his shoulders as his chest heaved.

“Fuckin’ hell, Gaz…”

Gaz seems to notice your interest, his hand pumping twice more before lifting off. “You wanna try a go, love?” Your face is flushed with heat. Not from embarrassment. Arousal. You look over to see his chin on your shoulder, his heated gaze flicking between your eyes and lips. You nod.

He smiles, and your hand on Soap’s bicep slips down to support you against the counter once more. Gaz takes your dominant hand and slowly curls your fingers into a fist around the base of Soap’s cock. His fingers fit in between the gaps of yours. Soap’s lips purse as Gaz starts slowly dragging your hand up and down.

Your lungs pause for a moment. He’s hot. Burning hot between your fingertips. He feels different than you expected, honestly. The skin is soft.

Soap’s eyes are focused on the sight of both your hands working around him as Gaz gets you to a solid pace. He then exits his hand to grip your waist, fucking into you a little harder. You moan, hand fumbling a little without his before tightening your grip to do it on your own. And eventually, a little faster.

“Fuuuck… Yeah, jus’ like that. Mm..” Soap moans, his hand wrapping around yours to guide you and make your grip a little tighter. Gaz picks up the pace, one hand tight on your hip and the other on your waist to support you during his roughening thrusts.

You can feel the beginnings of a fire stirring in your lower belly, sparks begging to be caught and ignited. Your hearing is going a little fuzzy, brain struggling to choose a sense to focus on. Soap’s hips pump into your joined hands, his hips twitching as he chases the pleasure.

Soap abruptly pulls your fingers off to spit into your palm before bringing it back to his cock, whining about the slick, warm feeling of your hand around him. He tightens his grip around yours, forcing you to pick up your pace before he releases you to do it as you’d like.

Gaz’s thrusts start to run a little wild, his short fingernails digging lightly into your flesh. “*Fuck*- Fuck, I’m gonna come.” he groans, lips brushing against the skin of your shoulder.

“Bleedin- ahhh, shit. ‘m close too.” Soap stutters out, shoulders hunching as his other hand supports him against the counter to help fuck his pelvis into your fist. his free hand reaching out to grab Gaz by the back of his neck. He leans forward, smashing his lips against his. You think you hear some connection to teeth through the moans, but neither of them seem to care.

It’s a filthy display of tongues and spit, and neither of them really seem to care about the mess. Soap pulls away briefly after a moment, both of their bodies gasping for air. “Come for us, Gaz.” he whispers, lips brushing and neck and face flushed with arousal.

You’d say you’re disappointed by not being able to come with him if he weren’t so goddamn beautiful. The way he chokes on his noises, forehead leaning against Soap’s as his cock jerks inside you. He’s always so warm when he’s inside you, burning liquid dripping out around where he’s penetrated you. Oh, and hot on the outside too.

Soap can’t help but follow, his hand leaves the counter to practically choke your hand around his cock as he stammers, “Oh, fuckin’, ohhhh God.” He moans louder than he probably should, even with our living space blocked off from the rest of the base.

Gaz’s thrusts start to slow to a stop, Soap’s hips jolting and stuttering in their movements until his spend drips over yours and his fingers. It’s silent for a moment, Soap slowly releasing your hand off his cock, just to snatch it up in his own and bring it to his mouth.

He drags his tongue over a dribble of come on your finger, humming at the taste. His eyes are half-lidded when they lock with yours and you think all your internal organs pause for a moment or two.

With heavy breaths in the air, Gaz slowly pulls out. He stays pressed up against you, loosening his grip, and rubbing his hands up and down your sides. “Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder. “Lemme make it up to you.”

“It’s.. it’s okay,” you pant, a little delirious.

By the time Soap lets go of your hand, it’s no longer wet with his spend, but instead his spit. Gaz’s fingertips slip between your thighs once more, gently rubbing over your sore slit. A whimper slips from your throat and you cling to his tan forearm as he slowly dips two fingers inside of you.

“My pretty baby,” Soap croons, cupping your cheek with his dry hand and running a thumb along the skin. “We could never forget about ya, sweet thing.”

He leans in to give a short, sweet kiss to your lips. His other hand, slightly wet, cups the soft flesh of your tit in his big hand. His thumb and pointer pluck at your nipple until you whine, which is when he then ducks down to suck the swollen bud into his mouth.

You were already getting close before Gaz came and now you were practically hurtling towards the edge. Gaz keeps a slow pace at first, rubbing firmly at your clit with his thumb while his fingers pump inside of you. One of your hands claws at Gaz’s forearm, the other still supporting you against the edge of the counter.

“Johnny,” you whine as Gaz pumps his fingers a little faster, his hand squeezing your side once before his hand comes up to pinch at your neglected breast. Soap grazes his teeth against you before briefly pulling away, “Not the name you should be moanin’, sweetheart.”

You lean back onto Gaz, head falling against his shoulder. “Kyle..” you moan, the new position leaving your other hand free. It comes up to the back of Soap’s head, holding him to you. You can feel the way he smiles against your nipple.

“Hm? You close?” he teases, nose brushing against your ear. “Uh-huh,” you nod, mouth ajar. Your eyes flutter closed as warmth spreads into your lower stomach, building and building. He keeps a steady pace with his fingers, but you jolt slightly when you feel a second hand between your legs.

You look down to see Soap’s thumb rubbing firmly against your clit, pointer finger lifting your hood. Almost too firmly with the way your back arches off Gaz’s chest and a guttural noise is ripped from your throat. Your toes curl in your shoes, heels nearly lifting off the floor.

“F-Fuck!” you suddenly cry as a wave of pleasure slams into you, nearly shoving you out of your body. Your vision goes white. By the time your eyes lazily reopen, Soap is standing in front of you, chuckling.

Gaz smiles against your shoulder. You’re too busy blinking away the fuzziness at the corners of your vision and too focused on the slick and come dripping onto your thighs.

“Who knew all you needed was a good orgasm to finally curse?”

“I could’ve guessed.” Gaz helpfully adds from behind you. You smile.

“Sod off.” Soap grumbles, leaning off the counter and cringing at the stickiness of the fake marble. And his hands. And thighs. And basically everywhere. At some point, you’d started slumping over, and Gaz gently laid you down. “Easy, easy,”

Your chest was flat against the cool counter while your panting breaths puffed against it. Your eyes flutter shut while the wave of pleasure washes over you and leaves with a twinge in your abdomen as a goodbye.

You don’t even twitch as a pair of footsteps approach. You blink. Your ears twitch. When’d the door open? Gaz slowly pulls off of you. He brings your panties up your thighs once more, making sure they’re secure around you with one hand as the other flips your dress back down. You cringe as you feel the fabric immediately start to dampen.

You vaguely hear him pull his boxers and shorts back up before he rubs a hand along your back. “You alright?” he asks, still sounding a little breathless. He brings your dress back up your torso, slipping the straps back over your shoulders.

You nod after a moment, nearly jolt as your eyes land on a dark figure in the room. You recognize it. Him. He appears like a Ghost. You swallow to soothe your dry throat, watching with furrowed brows as he takes a few more steps until he’s right in front of the counter you’re bent over.

His shoes are squeaking against the floor. There are sprinkles of water on the shoulders of his hoodie. He’s in his usual running attire, which he must’ve just come back from, and you’d guess it was probably raining, too.

He’s not wearing his mask. You try your best not to gape as your eyes flick over his features. His hair is darker than you thought it’d be. His eyelashes are normally smudged in coal, but they’re blond right now.

Ghost is not… particularly attractive. I mean, you think he’s pretty. You think the other boys do, too. But by conventional Western beauty standards, he’s not a top model.

Ugly, mean scars are across his entire body and face. There’s a tiny cleft on his upper lip. His shoulders are always tensed up to his ears. Not to mention the scowl he always seems to wear. Even with the mask on.

You can always seem to sense when he’s glaring at you. He doesn’t seem to be happy with you often. But if some random clueless puppy joined your military task force, you wouldn’t be either.

You’re yanked out of your head by his hand raising to pinch one of your spaghetti straps before letting it snap back to your skin. You flinch. If he notices, he doesn’t care.

“When’d you get this little number?”

His voice is raspy like he’d just woken up. But you’d guess he’s been awake for a few hours. He’s not even in boxers or PJs. You’re not sure if you can even imagine him sleeping in anything besides daytime clothes, though.

“Daddy.. Daddy took me out shopping. While you guys were gone.”

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. It’s slow to catch up. You don’t bother asking for approval or opinion. He won’t give it to you. He grunts as he starts walking away, still in your line of sight as he pulls the now cold coffee mug out of the machine to replace it with his own mug.

“You lot need to be more quiet. Price came pokin’ around looking for her. And ‘e’s half deaf. Take it to a room next time.”

Shit, Price.

You all have the same response, but yours is much quieter.

“Sorry, LT.”

notes: this is literally my third time ever writing smut and first writing penetrative sex so PLEASE have mercy 🙏 . if you know nothing of the military like me, *EOD means Explosive Ordnance Disposal which is a branch of the military and basically i think they deal with and diffuse explosives. there probably won’t be any more parts to this. also i still can’t force myself to like this much for some reason so im probably gonna disappear off tumblr for a bit 😞 love you guys!

tags: @other-fandoms-reblogs

[littlestl4mb]

you should make a little blurb about jealous lu!

PS: I love your work you are so cutesie

thank you dear anon!!!! i will put this under the cut because i kinda wrote more than i meant to lol oops

okay so i was thinking about this heavily. at first i thought hmmm luigi doesn’t strike me as the jealous type idk… he’s so intelligent and he’s an engineer so like… you know that mf is as logical and solution-oriented as they come. for better or worse. but then... i thought about it again and i went no YEAH lu definitely gets jealous... i think college lu FOR SURE would. and it drives him mad bc he knows his jealousy is stupid. it’s a foolish feeling, he probably thinks. yet one he can’t shake himself free from. especially when you’re first seeing each other but it’s not completely exclusive yet. when things between you are casual because you’re just getting to know each other?? yeahhhh his brain is going wild 24/7. he can’t stop thinking about you. he can’t stomach the idea of you spending your time with another person that isn’t him. he hates it too because he just knows he’s being too obsessive, that he’s being way too much. he has a lot of self awareness— he knows how to rationalize his heart with his head. but… he can’t stop the compulsive bitterness he feels towards anyone that shows you any sign of affection!!! the hormones just go crazy in that man’s head. he tries to keep a cap on most of his feelings, but when it comes to you it’s nearly impossible. and it only drives him more mad because he’s soooo aware of his jealousy and how futile such a feeling is, but he literally cannot save himself from it. 

he sees you walking down the sidewalk with some guy, and he hates the way his stomach drops. he acknowledges the fact that he has no autonomy over who you see or hang out with, and still he can’t stand it. loathes it. feels so powerless to an emotion that is eating him alive inside and out. the worst part is he kind of knows the guy you’re walking with too. not very well but enough. the kid isn’t even that bad— has exchanged some kind words with luigi before in passing. but all it takes is for the guy to be in the place that luigi has self righteously already claimed as his in his head, and now luigi fucking detests the guy. 

he rants about it to his friends the moment he sees them, “i just don’t fucking get it. the guy has no hobbies. he can’t write. have you seen the books he chooses to read around campus? horrible taste. i don’t see what she sees in him.” — and all his friends are telling him he needs to cool it because it’s out of his control. 

don’t worry though, luigi does not believe in cooling it. in fact, he calls you up on the phone and leaves you a 3 minute long voicemail. he’s not afraid to say how he feels so he lets it all out. he’s telling you how “you’re wasting your time with whatever-his-name-is.” says something like, “does he even do anything? i mean it. does he? at least i started the video game development club.” 

luigi is going OFF in his little voicemail. you listen to the full thing when you’re out of class, generally surprised by how out of the blue it is. the thing is, you didn’t even see luigi earlier when he evidently saw you. he must’ve spotted you and then slipped out of sight immediately.

you have another class to attend to, and not enough time to deal with whatever melt down the man is having. so all you can text him is ‘luigi, he was walking out of class with me and we were talking because we just got put together for a group project.’ it’s the truth too, there wasn’t anything nefarious going on between you two. 

of course, luigi calls you right away. you can’t pick up, but that doesn’t stop him from calling about 5 more times. when he finally sees you later, he probably stands by his word. he’s got too much pride to admit his wrong doing. or the fact that he jumped to conclusions so fast. 

…and then i think once you’re in a proper relationship, the way in which luigi gets jealous shifts. it’s not so much over the simple and stupid stuff. not the silly little things that you get jealous of when you’re young and think you’re the center of the world. when you’re finally exclusive with each other, he has no insecurities that you’re all about him. but … he is a taurus man and every taurus man i’ve ever known is jealous in the most covert way. and in my experience it’s in a very specific way too?? which i would call the “i have to know i’m important in your life” kind of way. 

it’s not so much about being jealous of you hanging out with others. no, in fact he likes that you have your own ways about you and you’re independent. but there’s still a part of him that needs the reassurance that he’s very much important to you. i hope this is making sense. like, he wants to know when you think of him, and he wants you to admit when you’ve missed him. he’d straight up tell you this too. “can you just admit when you think of me? i can’t just know it. i have to hear it in person from you.” 

also, i think he’d have this strange kind of possessive jealousy, where he has to know you through and THROUGH. he has a need to know you as much as humanly possible. he needs to be closer to you than anyone else. he gets jealous and bitter at the thought of others knowing you better than he does.

he’s observant, yes, and knows you that way. but he likes hearing you talk about everything and anything too, so that he can understand you more than anyone else ever has. he needs to know the memory you have of being a little girl and walking down the street, and how the people and buildings were just so tall. something so mundane that you never bothered telling anyone else, he has to have that knowledge like it's a drink of water when he's been walking through the desert for months. and i’m telling you right now— that man wants to know the block you grew up on. he wants to go there by himself and walk down it. he tries to see what you saw as a little girl, wants to see things how you saw them when you were young. thinks that if he does that, he can fathom your thoughts a little better. maybe be able to think your own thoughts himself— that he might know you so well that he becomes a part of you. 

[quesocheeso]

3 am au ask

"not so enemy activities" + "boom surprise baby"

So your telling me.. that only did this happen – it happened TWICE and the idiots STILL haven't worked through their problems??

I'm sure their babies were raised very lovingly but wow what a mess those two are lol. add that with teenage angst + generational trauma we got an angst powder keg waiting to blow ✨

i wonder if they know about macaque's death?

( NSFW implied )

Look hate sex exists ok what can I tell ya lmaoooo

These two are definitely bombayahing way more times than just the times they ended up with kids,,, the kids were def slip ups during their mating seasons type of vibe

Look they still think of each other as enemies/rivals and previously to starting to raise the kiddos were extremely hostile to each other because at one point they completely lost sight of who they were to each other.

They could only see the guy who abandoned him and hurt his friends and the guy who killed him, not exactly something people just talk out, so their bodies did

I do think that as they raise the kiddos they start seeing each other again past the hurt, like they are each other's true self when they raise their kids,,

Mac let's go of his cynical and violent self to raise the kids with love and kindness and consequently his bitterness starts to slowly go away.

Wukong finally returning back to the island, being able to finally rest and relax and now with a family of his own there is less want to go out and travel, his journey is over, now he can have the forever he promised with his family

Being able to see that neither of them are truly violent is a whiplash to the monkeys because of how long they've spent fighting each other, they start to remember how they used to be centuries ago.

They miss each other.

[transmcytshowdown]

Joel Smallishbeans^16:

Hermitcraft, Third Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, Wild Life, Empires SMP Season 1, Empires SMP Season 2

Transmasc, he/they; Trans man, he/him; Genderfluid, any pronouns; Trans masc, it/he/she; Transmasc Genderfluid, he/any; Identity not specified, they/he

“He’s just a silly little terracotta man with only a vague understanding of human gender he tries to impersonate but fails at.”

“Lizzie and Joel are a t4t bi4bi couple in [the submitter’s] heart. Lizzie transfem (she/her) Joel transmasc+gender fluid (he/any).”

“Basically anywhere you see him. Just like, the constant ‘Ooh i'm so manly, the manliest, I’m so tall and strong and handsome,’ and always insisting that he’s really tall despite being super short and the way his voice will sometimes get all high and squeaky these are all very transmasc coded things. He’s one of us, okay, he’s got the vibes, trust, he’s got our humor. Every time he goes mining on Hermitcraft there is always a caption that’s like ‘straight white male mining content’ which is more of his constant need to assert how macho and manly he is and in double life he says he’s not going to get in the pool cause he’s ‘ashamed of his Minecraft body’ which is very trans behavior. He’s got that confidence he can wear a dress for mcc and still know he’s a man which is very transmasc cause other men just got handed it, but we afab men have to look at masculinity and go ‘yeah that’s me’ and then make sure everyone knows it like that’s how you know being trans isn’t a choice because men kinda suck and I still went out and actively was like um guys I’m actually a man sorry. Some days he’s cool with just throwing gender norms out the window and some days he feels the need to yell for the whole world and the next couple galaxies as well to hear that he’s DeFiNiTeLy NoT WeArInG a CoRsEt GeM. Can you tell [the submitter’s] projecting? Cause [they’re] projecting. You can pry this headcanon out of [their] cold dead hands lol.”

“He has fluctuating chest dysphoria so sometimes he doesn't bind and sometimes he does. His bad dysphoria days are rare enough that he's not gonna bother with top surgery.”

“Transmasc Joel Smallishbeans is everything to [the submitter] and [the submitter] like[s] to think that forming the bad boys is what made him plug the tv back on and turn the brightness to the max, like he went ‘Oh we’re bad boys?? Guess I’m finally a boy now!”

“Nonbinary bad boy Joel except he is not a boy.”

“First, [the submitter] think[s] she was raised as a gender that just. doesn't exist here. She was raised in Mezalea where how gender works is just. different and, because she has a beard, everyone assumed she was a man but she's NOT and in recent years has been figuring out her own identity and pronouns in a way she hasn't ever thought about before and also she and Lizzie are butch4femme, amen. Or bi4bi. Both? She’s a masculine person and she likes stuff like the bad boys because it's more of a title separate from her gender. She’s just a masculine woman, amen.”

“He's a sopping wet tanooki (cat /j) and [jizzie] are t4t bi4bi coded.”

“Joel hasn't been called girlfriend/wife/girl by his friends for NOTHING. Bro’s the definition of gender and he slays in a dress no matter what (in Minecraft and in irl).”

Oli OrionSound^16:

Empires SMP Season 2, Pirates SMP, New Life SMP, Afterlife SMP

Trans man, he/they

“That freak is transfem, trust [the submitter]. [Their] source is divine knowledge and [their] ownership of the transfemoliorionsound url.”

“HIS PRONOUNS ARE SHE/HER.”

“[The submitter has] successfully cracked at least three eggs with the power of transfem Oli TheOrionSound, if she loses [they] will CRY.”

“Look at this cubito and then tell [the submitter] he doesn't participate in every type of gender shenanigans and tomfoolery. His pronouns are hee/hee.”

[noxiatoxia]

i love komaeda tidbits!!! his valley girl dialect adds so much ahhh... do you recall any particularly funny/notable instances of him speaking like that, or times where other characters comment on it?

I wouldn't go as far as to say it is a valley girl-type accent. 1, because that is just the closest approximate to English (obviously the exact same thing doesn't exist in Japanese) and 2, Komaeda does not use sa and ne nearly enough for it to be those levels...well, in my opinion. I'm sure other people could weigh in on what they think.

Either way he's still stumbling over his words a lot, and I do think that's very charming.

I guess you could make the argument that he does have a valley girl accent by proxy of the fact most other characters don't over-use filler particles as much...like I said in the post, people do it all the time in real life, but in media, characters rarely ever stutter or use filler words (unless it's, like, a super tense situation). So the casual usage, even if it is small, stands out. I guess in that way, you can argue Komaeda has a "noticeable" accent in that regard...but that's very much a topic up for debate.

I'm getting side-tricked, lol.

Anyways, while not related to ne or sa, there is another thing I love that's overlooked, and that's how he uses ってば (tte ba)!

Again, this is a very cute detail. It does not happen often, but I can recall 2 instances where he uses it.

Firstly, let me explain. tte ba in the case I'm talking about is a sentence ender used to express frustration, annoyance, urgency, etc. It can kind of sound like whining, but it's the verbal equivalent of stomping your foot.

What's fun is that this word is predominantly used by women. Men use it too of course, but overwhelmingly it just seems to be a word that girls use.

But Komaeda uses it too!

First instance is in the prologue, where he says it to Hanamura.

ちょっと！花村クンってば！

The English translation is perfectly fine. But to go more in depth, as you recall, earlier in the prologue Komaeda told Hanamura to stop pestering Sonia with sexual advances. Here, Hanamura does it again. So, naturally, Komaeda responds...

Come on, Hanamura-kun! I told you to quit it already!

The tte ba added at the end makes Komaeda sound like he's scolding Hanamura and is very exasperated.

Also, while the sentence literally is just "Hey, Hanamura-kun!" with an irritated edge, using prior context and knowing what tte ba means (kind of serving to be like "I already told you this!" sort of thing) we can make the sentence sound better in English.

Next is in chapter 2.

おーい、日向クンってばー！

This one is extra funny, because おーい (usually just おい, oi) is neutral-leaning-male, while as we've said, tte ba is neutral-leaning-female. That's what I love about Komaeda's dialogue: he mixes together "traditionally" male speech patterns and female speech patterns. While, again, not uncommon in real life, anime is so much different. Scripts and word choice are used to tell you about a character's personality. As such, you usually get characters who speak hyper-masculine or hyper-feminine or deliberately ambiguous. I'd say a character who speaks a clean mix of feminine and masculine is very rare. Although, to be more precise, Komaeda speaks masculine and neutral-leaning-feminine...if that makes sense (I will explain later).

Anyways, again, the English translation is good. Komaeda does sound pretty whiny in this scene.

Heeeey! C'mon, Hinata-kuuun!

Now, for the opposite. Something that gets overlooked is an interesting scene in 2.5.

The subtitles has Komaeda as saying "I've heard enough!" but I disagree with this. Komaeda says 黙れよ！in the dub. This is a very masculine turn of phrase because of the imperative nature of it - something Komaeda, to my knowledge, never uses. Very masculine characters do use it often - like Hinata or Oowada or Kuzuryuu - but not Komaeda.

2.5 is complex enough, but this adds a whole new layer to it...Komaeda has never spoke so roughly before. I think it shows just how emotional he truly was in this scene.

I'd translate this line as:

Just shut the fuck up!

And finally...while not canon per se, it is voiced by Megumi Ogata and is very in-character for Komaeda, so I count it. This cute little voice line she recorded for the Danganronpa x Crash Fever on Halloween. It let's me segue into something.

トリック・オア・トリート！お菓子をくれなきゃイタズラしちゃうぞ...なんてね。

Earlier I said Komaeda speaks masculine + neutral-leaning-feminine, and this probably sounds like gibberish to a lot of people because...what does that even mean?

(Keep in mind I'm speaking for the perspective of anime, where these grammar rules carry exaggerated connotations compared to real life! I am also speaking from the perspective of Tokyo dialect aka standard Japanese.)

Komaeda typically uses these particles: sa, ne, yo.

All of these particles are gender-neutral, but ne can be more feminine depending on the context. For example, Saonji uses ne constantly, and so does Mioda. But characters like Hinata and Souda still use ne because again it's context dependent.

There are feminine particles, such as wa, which Komaeda does not use. It is used by characters like Sonia and Celestia and even Kirigiri, which is surprising considering her stoic image (it's very cute).

Then, there's masculine particles, like zo, ze and na. Characters who use zo are Kuzuryuu, Souda, Hinata, and Owari to name a few. Despite Owari being female, she talks very masculine, which adds to her rough image. Ze is also used by all of those characters, as is na.

Komaeda's choice of pronoun is also mild-mannered. Boku is a polite masculine pronoun. It makes sense for him to use it when speaking casually which he is always seen doing. If he used Watashi - also gender neutral (to a point) - while speaking casually, it would make him seem feminine or like a girl.

However, the vast majority of male characters when speaking casually will use Ore, which is a hyper-masculine pronoun. I have lost count of the amount of characters who use this. Only characters I can remember who use Boku (besides Komaeda and Naegi) are Yamada, Hanamura, and Ishimaru.

And for those three, I think it makes sense - they all have this level of acting polite/wanting to be polite or seen as proper.

Which is why the fact Komaeda/Naegi uses it stands out a little bit with the rest of the cast. Makes them appear more mild. opting to use gender-neutral particles only and a mild-mannered male pronoun for your male character tells you a lot about them, especially when almost every other guy in the same series is talking super masculine.

Okay, back to that video. What's cute about it is how Komaeda switches from talking masculine to feminine on purpose.

Trick or Treat! If you don't gimmie some candy...I'mma pull a trick on ya! ...Joking!

I'm unsure how to word this in a way that sounds "masculine" or "feminine" as that doesn't really exist in English I don't think...but the first half of his sentence, Komaeda uses zo at the end to sound threatening/rough, then the last part, nante-ne, sounds feminine when pitched up at the end there. It definitely makes him sound playful.

I also want to point out...though I use masculine/feminine (as what I've talked about are usually employed by men, hence masculine, or women, hence feminine) it is not a matter of being absolute...for example, dresses are seen as being feminine, but that does not mean a man can't wear a dress and still be a man.

Wow, this post got long...I sure do talk. I hope this answers something at least haha. Thank you for the ask!

[opiopal]

(I found this old draft from like, early December! I remember it was a practice at writing dialogue and a bit of angst? I just remember sitting in an art class and typing it out lol, But I decided to clean it up a bit and post! Since I haven’t been posting often and I have about 60 drafts lined up, lowkey I can’t tell if it’s any good or not, since idk if my skills have grown since my wattpad days. I would’ve fully rewritten it, but I knew it would’ve been a pain so I just spell checked and replaced a few sentences.)

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(First scene takes place before lesson 16, second scene is during lesson 16. Also this is just a thing I thought of a while ago)

•CW: description of blood and dead body at the end.•

Mc has been staring at him for a while, hugging onto one of their pillows tightly, completely lost in thought. Mammon had brought them an extra cup of noddles, they had both just gotten back from RAD a while ago so they were reasonably hungry, and he apparently made two “by mistake” and just didn’t wanna waste it.(Mc thought it was a dumb excuse, but didn’t want to mention it and just accepted the food.) Though Mc had finished theirs a while ago, mammon was taking his sweet time, awkwardly staring down at the floor and occasionally flicking his eyes over at the human sitting no less then four feet away from him. It doesn’t cross their mind that he may be acting so awkward due to the fact that they have just been staring at him for the last ten minutes, but how could they really tell? Ever since they had made a pact with him, he’d been so awkward that it made levi look like an extrovert. As the seconds go by he wonders if he should question them, maybe there’s something wrong with them?? Why else would they be staring?? Or maybe there’s something on his face? Is his hair a mess? Is his shirt wrinkled? Why in the three realms won’t they just look away???

“do you like me?”

as they finally break the silence mammon chokes a bit, he coughs as his cheeks almost immediately get red,

“H-wh- I- What?!” “do you like me?” They asked it so casually, as if they were asking him if it were going to rain soon.

“O-of course I don’t!”

“then why do you hang around me?”

“because I HAVE to!”

“even at home?”

“yes!”

“how come?” They set their pillow to the side as they stare at him, he stammers

“I- well- because.. it’s… dangerous for you to be alone!”

Mc tilts their head slightly and furrows their brows, ”do you think your brothers would be a danger to me? Am I not safe here?”

“NO! I mean- uhm- obviously you’re safe here, I just.. you know I need to watch you!”

“but if I’m safe.. then why would you need to?”

“well-“ he pauses, his face somehow gets redder,

Mc smiles and scoots closer to him,

“you wanna know what I think?”

he side eyes them as they slowly start to smile,

“I think we’re friends,”

“PFFTT WHAAAT! NO! No. No we aren’t.”

“I think we are!”

“No” ”yes,” ”no-“ ”yes!” ”no!”

“Then I’ll ask again, How come you hang out with me?”

“I-“ as he pauses again to try and think of an excuse that wouldn’t cause anxiety or worry, he doesn’t want them to believe his brothers would hurt them- but he doesn’t want them to know the painfully obvious truth!!!! mc grins and wraps their arms around one of his,

“we’re frriendss~” they say in a sing songy voice, pressing their cheek against his shoulder. at this point he was so flushed you’d assume someone had came in and slathered red paint all other his face.

a bit of frustration creeps in as he yanks his arm from their grasp, and pulls them in for a tight hug as he avoids eye contact with them. If he can’t deny it, he might as well own it.. right??

“Well. I guess you WOULD want to be friends with the great mammon! It’s only natural!!”

a little surprised, mc giggles and wraps their arms around his torso in return,

“oh yeah, that’s totally it.”

“A- hey! Don’t be gettin all sarcastic!”

They turn their head to look up at him, at this point nearly laying in his lap. They stop giggling for a moment to smile at his face red face, they didn’t really mean to tease him, but he didn’t seem to be taking it to harshly. though still they apologize,

“I’m sorry, you’re right. Though you are a pretty good friend.”

“… really?”

his response surprises the both of them for a second, honestly he didn’t mean to say it, that was just an inside thought that managed to sneak out. He adjusts his arm to support the back of their head as he stares down at them.

“yeah, of course, I think you’re amazing mammon… and you’re doing a fantastic job… keeping me safe, that is.”

• •

That moment almost immediately enters his mind as he stares down at them, pulling their body closer into his chest as their blood slowly begins to soak his arms and lap.

he wasn’t doing a fantastic job. He didn’t. He hasn’t. Why would he let this happen? HOW could he let this happen? He’s holding his human, his mc, as his youngest brother laughs.

He can’t look away, his mind re-memorizing their face, their eyes looked straight ahead with no sign of life, unblinking. He cups their face, shaking them gently, wanting them to do something, anything. To laugh at him being so worried, to make a comment about all the commotion, to mumble something about Lucifer, to blink, to BREATHE, To do ANYTHING. he could feel their warmth fading away, they were so cold. They didn’t deserve to be cold.

His brain was so clouded that he hardly took notice of the door being opened and his brothers arguing coming to a stop, his head finally jerking up when someone spoke their name.

[doodler16]

You watched the Zoophobia pilot? If so what are your thoughts on Rusty from Zoophobia? Is he a stereotype of some kind? Potential or wasted potential? Good writing? I'd love to hear about that Lil gremlin lol :3

I totally forgot the Zoophobia pilot existed and it’s been a while since I watched it (I just finished it now while typing this in real time). Here’s my opinion on the dog boy, Anon:

This is one of the rare times, I can tolerate the bully character and their dialogue because Rusty is a teenager in highschool. He’s not a grown ass adult in his 30s beefing with another grown ass adult with middle school insults and added in swear words (cough, cough: Lucifer, Alastor, Bee, and Ozzie).

In the pilot, Rusty is obviously a bully stereotype (which is not a bad thing, I am mean we have to start somewhere), personally I believe he has a lot of potential to be more than meets the eye. Have a character arc and development.

Because in the pilot, Rusty does have a lot of insecurities that is pointed out. For example, near the end of the pilot. According to Jack, Rusty doesn’t have any friends. So, maybe that’s a reason he lashes out at Jack and co, he wants to have what they have. That for example could be a good start for his arc. I haven’t read the full Zoophobia comic so whoever sees this, you can spoil and tell me if Rusty grows and develops as a character or remains static, etc.

Regarding the ending, I’m more confused why Jack saying Rusty’s real name is a “gotcha” moment. I know it was stated earlier that Rusty is insecure about it because it sounds like an old man name. I feel like nothing would’ve changed if Jack said Rusty. Personally, I think it would be a cool moment if Jack used Rusty’s real name for something serious, like one of those bomb drop moments. Otherwise, Rusty got potential and his design is cute.

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1 and 8 for the tgr ask game?

-@aftgphoenix

I was really excited to get this! I just had work and homework and chores and errands but I’ve been so excited to talk about it! I also had to scroll through the book because there’s so many scenes for each of these questions. & I don’t trust myself not to pick and then just change my mind in five minutes, so I chose a few/couple of scenes that I love/can’t get out of my mind for both (& there’s more, like the entire book, but I tried to not go on too long).

1 - What is your favorite part?

Rhemann decking Zane. Easily. Handsdown. I’ve said it before, but if I wasn’t already in love with Rhemann prior to this moment…I would’ve fallen so hard.

Also, following that moment, when Jean tells Jeremy all the things he doesn’t want; he doesn’t want Jeremy to be like Zane, doesn't want Coach to be like Tetsuji, doesn’t want to teach Tanner contrition, doesn’t want to harm Cat even if he thinks she should have performed better, doesn’t want to go back to how things were before… “We will do it your way and we will win anyway.” Oh, my heart. I was in tears for multiple reasons but this moment healed a little bit of my heart. Seeing his progress and growth, and hearing him express things he’s come to realize over the course of both books. Oh my god, I was so proud of him. I am so proud of him.

Honorable Mentions:

The part after the banquet where Jean reflects on hearing people talk well about him had me crying tears of happiness.

Jean telling their opponent to have a winning day still makes me scream (and also the Trojans reactions lol)

When Jean tells his therapist that he deserves to get better (*tears*)

Jean’s reaction when Jeremy called Faser his ‘partner’. I think that protective!Jean is right up there with protective!Andrew for me.

The stairwell scene with Jean and Jeremy. I held my breath. Every time Jean grabs hold of his chin, or they demand the other look at them- and they can't help but listen. And it's as if they have no room for people in their peripherals when they are together.

Jeremy and Jean in the hotel room! Jean leaning over him, the blatant flirting, the painful confession of Jeremy's history-

Kevin and Jean’s interactions overall: “I hate you.” “Sometimes you do. I don’t care.” // “How long do you think you can hold [Queen of the U.S. Court] when you’re drinking poison?” “Always, the last person who tried to take it from me died. Checkmate.”

Literally probably any part where Jean mentions/quotes Neil (I’m very much biased here, I was craving Neil before the book’s release and I obsessed over his every mention, I’m not going to apologize, I’m already crossing my fingers that with the trial in the next book Neil and Jean will have wayyyyyyy more interactions). Some moments:

When Zane told him to admit he would have rather had Neil as a partner and Jean couldn’t deny it.

When he recalled Neil brushing off his warning about Ichirou in regard to Andrew “I’m sure he knows." as he comes to terms with his attraction to men not being wrong like Riko made it out to be.

Andrew and Jean’s conversation outside the interview.

“Pop. How easily these monsters die in the end.” quoting.

“It was Rhemann’s voice in his head, Rhemann’s and his friends’ and Neil’s, drowning out his miserable thoughts and excuses with unrelenting force.” -LITERAL crying as I type it now because this is definitely in my top 3 favorite quotes in the book. Just the fact that Neil is included in the list of people who he thinks of/hears as he puts his own wellbeing first moves my soul.

Okay, I’ll stop lol. I could go on and on and on.

8 - Which scene is living rent-free in your head?

This doubles as a favorite scene (of course):

Jean extending his list by adding ‘Fireworks’ but mainly him giving Wymack and Rhemann the title of ‘Fathers’. 

Jean remembering how he was told he was one of Rhemann’s kids and taking comfort in that- him being able to take comfort in that despite his own father being an awful awful man was just a lot to me. I think about it a lot. I think about and compare it to Kevin not calling Wymack ‘Dad’- even in private and then I think about how much Jean has faced and been forced to face and if that says anything about either one of them in regard to their progress and development after leaving the Nest- but I don’t want to get into that because people move at their own pace and they’re both safe now and in environments where they are loved and appreciated and can focus on themselves and things that make them happy. But I think about it a lot (‘a lot a lot a lot’ lol).

And Wymack calling him when he found out about the fire! My whole heart. I really didn’t expect that, maybe Renee or Kevin- possibly Neil (unlikely due to injury) but I didn’t expect Wymack and…I love him.

Another scene, Honorable Mention lol, for different reasons that isn’t as sweet and heartwarming- but where I had to pause and I also continuously mull over it, is when Jean is fighting Zane and Lucas comes in and instead of Zane continuing going after Jean he makes Lucas his target because he looks so much like Grayson.

Like, Zane betrayed Jean. He turned Jean over to Grayson and turned his back on him and yet going after Grayson is still so strongly ingrained in him…And Jean knew he would go after Lucas in that moment… It doesn’t make me like Zane. But it adds to the weight and complexity of the Nest and the Ravens’ mental states because before this we really only saw how quick they were to turn on Jean- and Zane did but Jean still saved his life and there’s still a part of Zane that is protective of Jean (though it’s not anything trustworthy because of his previous betrayal)- Still hearing Zane go off about how being Jean’s partner meant so much to him (even if it was for selfish reasons) and when Jean goes off about how it was a lost cause regardless, both because of Riko’s/the Ravens’ dislike of Jean but also because of the fact that Zane himself stood in the way of Riko/Grayson, put so much more stuff into perspective in regards to their relationship and how strained yet vulnerable it was. Why it was awful but also why it meant so much to both of them. (Okay I’m going to cry, I’m going to stop now). This moment/scene/fight silenced me. I was so mad and so sad and so…smh.

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Accurate description LMAO. I need the AU's to kick in faster, my red solo cup is getting filled by my tears of frustration and agony.

Jasper's pause after the tool statement is absolutely sending me, if you ever wrote a SUF/SU fic I'd be so down, omg. Steven accepting her stalking presence is such a treat, also let him be a little snarky, haha! Meanwhile, Jasper is a towering, bright orange security team of one.

Truly don't know what they got going on either, I think I just don't know enough about Aunt May is really say, but they'd be vibing for sure! Peter as Mark's science tutor is everything to me omg, but Mark not figuring it out until Peter hints at him or blatantly says it would be also everything to me, personally. Especially since Peter's whole face is covered in comparison, while Mark's face/hair is exposed! Nolan as the mysterious, vaguely mentioned figure as a build up reveal would be so incredible omg. Peter sees him, Omni-Man in casual clothes just at his Aunt's house and is ready to lose his entire shit in a second, because who do you think you are threatening my Aunt--only for Mark, Debbie, Aunt May to be mad casual.

Nolan doesn't even have to put it together, he's just being dragged here, silently plotting about Spider-Man in some woman's house while Peter's right fucking there. Spidey sense going crazy and he's just gotta be normal LMAO. Mark doesn't know what's up with Peter but he's enjoying this family vacation. Debbie is catching up with her buddies in the city, thriving.

JJ, Art, Nolan would be legendary omg. The pure awkward hostility while Nolan does not have enough experience about relationships to really recognize it's even awkward in the first place. JJ really would clock Art's success as suspicious, because it is, Art being definite Spidey defender, especially for the costume is so neat omg, and may a little annoyed JJ's trying to investigate him, like, buddy, I make costumes for everybody, you don't wanna even try investigating into me, do you want villains threatening you? And JJ don't give a fuck he'll print the truth if it's there. Meanwhile Nolan's vibing. He has 2, count 'em, two whole friends. It's nice.

I can see the inciting incident just being Nolan has to maybe some kind of disaster that makes GoG/Cecil to fly up to where Spidey is, incidentally, and ends up flying into Spidey, with a face full of web (spidey senses are screaming and he's casaully ominious anyway). Nolan has been pissed every since. Spidey is ofc snarky and mouthy, and depending on how wide spread Guardians knowledge is, either is aware Nolan Will Kill People, which fuck you get outta my city then, or doesn't know if he's a hero, which the murderous vibes and screaming spidey sense are not helping. Cecil tells Nolan not to worry about it, just leave, and Nolan cannot let it go. How could some red-blue brat can catch him off guard during the week he was going to kill the Guardians? Diabolical. He refuses to accept this. Nolan keeps coming back, Debbie suggests if he likes the place so much why don't they take a little trip, and boom, Guardian-slaughter put on the back burner. Mark is happy with the family vacation!

S3 refusing to move stuff around and elevate a story that's like 20 years old (I think?) is so crazy to me. You have a chance to make it incredible and you refuse. Why????? WHY. TELL ME.

AND YES THE PUBLIC KNOWING WOULD BE SO FUN. Gimme Debbie changing the plot! The ramifications! Let her DO things to change the narrative oh my god!!!! The way the show is never consistent about if secret identities matter except for when it wants drama is so stupid. Nolan openly shows his face. Mark says his goddamn name. Hero names actually utilize their real names. Who cares!!!! Why don't you have Mark hostile about someone trying to step in or replace his Dad, while Debbie doesn't coddle him, 'cause yeah, if you wanna be here I'd step around that wound lol. It feels so weird about these type of things because like why do we have them? Why is this here? And if we have to have it for some fucking reason, why not add onto the characters, build on them, instead of throwing shit at the wall that makes no sense. Why is Debbie coddling some random stale man instead of being a menace? Let her have a drinking problem or SOMETHING. Let her be angry and petty and vindictive and RECKLESS. LET HER DO SOMETHING OH MY GOOOOOD.

It will never not be charming if villains were so desperate to appease the Graysons, while wounded people + heroes are giving Mark the side eye. Cecil is stressed out of his goddamn skull. Debbie doesn't give a flying fuck. She's off to travel with her new villain/ex-villain friends who understand her grief for fucking once and validate her frustrations. LET HER DO SOMETHINGGGGGG. PLEASEEEE. Let her and Mark even go in conflict, even! Have Debbie know/impact the order faster than Mark will ever know about them. Have the Rock Guy realize he has to deal with the shifting power dynamics in the city, and Debbie is something to watch out for. Mark, he can mess with, but Debbie is reckless, angry, and she has connections. Heck, we discussed Art having connections, maybe he's giving her even more contacts just for the fun of it, he makes costumes for heroes and villains, he's not really concerned with rigid morality here, perhaps more entertainment.

Mark is having a morality crisis in the background, because that's his Mom and Oliver wants to be a crime boss like Debbie, and he wants to say that's wrong but it's really not hurting anybody, and in fact it's really beneficial since he gets tips to take down villains. Cecil is having an aneurysms. Please, having Oliver accepting oh, just keep the people I care about safe is so fucking funny, and I'm screaming because it's probably a lesson he can absorb easier than Mark screaming about how murder is wrong. Debbie has a point and Mark cannot articulate why this feels wrong and just kinda spirals.

I NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT EITHER. HE DIDN'T APOLOGIZE. He has done some nonstop diabolical shit and hasn't even said the most basic thing in the world, like bro, you snatched your kid up, the one you said you would replace, to use him to fix you a mess you made and couldn't even say sorry. You guilt trip him, while being worshiped like a fucking god, insert yourself as a immortal king for a people's generations, and have a whole new kid. LIKE HELLO? WE DO NOT SPEAK ABOUT HOW FUCKING WILD THAT IS??? Oliver should hate Nolan's fucking guts.

No for real, it's so annoying because he could have been SO interesting and they refused. WHY. WHY. WHY. WHY. WHY. Bashing my head into a wall. WHY.

Debbie is so truly suffering like why isn't she a person anymore? Why is she so chill? WHERE'S HER RAGE? Where's the woman that stood up against Nolan without a fear in the world? "Let her be a bit of a dick to Oliver. let her get more aggressively competitive at work and piss off her coworkers. let her have fucked up villain friends. let her still struggle w drinking." <- LITERALLY. GIVE IT TO HER. LET HER HAVE THIS. LIKE, PLEASEEEEEEEEEE. Let her hit someone with her car lol, I'd honestly love exploring that. Graysons and their kill counts lol. Have her villain friends or Cecil cover it up, tho I'd love the former more than the latter.

Let Debbie be INTERESTING AND HUMAN AGAINNNN. LET HER BE MESSY.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

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CONVERSATIONS AT A LUNCH TABLE IN HECK

OTHER CHARACTERS? IN GRAVITY FALLS? BESIDES ME? NOPE.

IT'S ALWAYS BEEN ME, GUYS. IT'S ALL BEEN FROM MY POINT OF VIEW. JUST LIKE THE BOOK. I COOKED THEM ALL UP IN ARTS AND CRAFTS IN THERAPY SO THE THERAPISTS WOULD FEEL SORRY FOR ME AND CONSIDER GIVEN ME EXTRA BISCUITS AT LUNCH. STANFORD PINES? PLEASE. A SIX-FINGERED NERD WHO DOESN'T LIKE COMPUTERS? IN 1986?! CAN'T EXIST. STATISTICALLY IMPOSSIBLE. STANLEY PINES? COME ON, LIKE ANYONE WOULD BUY IN TO A 65 OR WHATEVER YEAR OLD CON MAN GRIFTER'S LITTLE FUNKY SHACK. ROADSIDE ATTRACTIONS CRASHED AND BURNED IN LIKE, 1991. NEVER HAPPEN. I MADE HIM UP TOO. MABEL AND DIPPER? THEY'RE BETWEEN 12 AND 13. YOU'RE EITHER ONE AGE OR THE OTHER. TWELVERTEEN YEAR OLDS DON'T EXIST. CATEGORICAL FACT. SOOS? NOPE. BLUBS AND DURLAND? HAHAHAH, WHAT, DISNEY HAVING GAY PEOPLE IN ITS SHOWS? NO SIR, PURE FANTASY. NOW HAND ME YOUR BISCUIT, PAINGOREOUS. I GOT A BREAK OUT PLAN AND I NEED ALL THE BISCUITS TONIGHT TO MAKE IT WORK.

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Arcane ships ranked, for fun

The main ships and some rarepairs I've found, I like pretty much everything in the first 4 rows. I probably missed some but idk what they are and I'm too lazy to add more rn.

feel free to add your thoughts or ships but again its just for funsies :)

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Hm... I'm feeling benevolent...

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the debate continues (pt 1) but kurama gets called in

bonus under the cut (ft hiei):

gay people

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cute bad ass