He Is Hot And He Knows It

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A Wolffe x F!Reader Enemies to Lovers Fic

Summary: As the owner of 79's, you thought you'd be used to dealing with clones by now -- but nothing prepared you for the arrogant, infuriating Commander Wolffe and his apparent personal mission to piss you off. When the two of you somehow find yourselves in an enemies-with-benefits situation, you swear that it's nothing but a physical release of all the frustration he causes you. It's casual. It's convenient. It's completly inconsequential. For the most part.

Series Tags/Warnings: Rated E (18+ only), enemies to lovers, sexual tension, eventual smut, hatefucking, slow burn, denial of feelings, verbal harassment from a stranger, alcohol, jealousy

Chapter 1: Whiskey Sours

Chapter 2: Bitters

Chapter 3: On the Rocks

Chapter 4: Bloody Mary

Chapter 5: Fireball

Chapter 6: Hair of the Dog

Chapter 7: Dry Wine

Chapter 8: Painkiller

Chapter 9: Shaken

Chapter 10: Flip Cup

Chapter 11: Hammered

Chapter 12: Jello Shots

Chapter 13: Body Shot

Chapter 14: Thirsty

Chapter 15: Absinthe

Chapter 16: Bleeding Heart

Chapter 17: Hungover

Chapter 18: Shot for Shot (part 1) (part 2)

Chapter 19: Intoxicating

Chapter 20: Chaser

Chapter 21: Tequila Sunrise

Epilogue: Last Call

Q&A:

Question and answer list (AO3)

Cocktails from the fic

Q&A tag

Drabbles and One-Shots:

One Little Hang-Up (holiday oneshot)

"Put your datapad away and come cuddle with me."

"I'll kiss you to prove I don't have feelings for you..."

"Just kiss me."

Kissing your lover's tears away

Maid of Honour and Best Man getting heated

"You're my path."

Your lover kissing your knuckles to comfort you

"We'll always be alright, you and me..."

Additional:

🎵 Official playlist 🎵

Catch-all and inspo tag

Director's Commentary: Chapter 8

Director's Commentary: Fun Facts

79's info sheet

Key Witness

Hi guys! I'm back to requests and working my way through them. I'm excited for this one!

Reader is a suspect in a case, but 20-David doesn't realize she's actually stuck in the middle of it all.

Warnings: Mentions of violence/drugs

This wasn't what you expected to happen today. Or any day, really.

You were sitting in an interrogation room in the LAPD SWAT headquarters. It was so silent it was unnerving, and you tugged at the sleeves of your hoodie, eyes roaming the room as you waited.

It was a decent sized room, a mirror across from you that you knew someone was probably standing behind. The chair you sat in was uncomfortably hard, and the silence was driving you mad.

You didn't even want to think about what brought you here. What was supposed to be a single drug run to get you cash fast ended up with you being exploited and blackmailed. And now you were fucking caught.

You jumped when the door to the room opened, a tall, well-built man coming in. He looked like he was maybe in his 40's, and was..Handsome. Really handsome.

His blue eyes were cautious but he smiled easily enough. "I'm Officer Luca. I have some questions."

"You tell anyone anything, you're dead."

Mickeys words echoed in your brain, and you shoved down the panic in your throat, giving him a smile and eyeing his form. "I'll tell you anything you need to know, Officer."

He seemed unsurprised by your words, as if he could read into your mind and see what your thoughts were, your plan. He ignored the advance and looked down at the tablet in his hands, eyes focused.

“Who’s in charge of the drug ring? You give us a name, we can help each other.” You focused on his words and shrugged, looking at your nails and feigning disinterest. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure. So you were just out there today, bag full of heroin for what?” He pried, voice soft but firm as he spoke to you. You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled, leaning forward and resting your elbows on the table. “Maybe I can tell you something.. at a cost.” You let your eyes drift to his crotch and back up, and his cheeks flushed.

“You have to give us something, or you’re looking at some hard time.” You grinned at that, jumping at any opportunity to make him squirm. “Is it going to be with you? Hm?”

He huffed and set the tablet down, hands braced on the table as he looked at you. “Can you quit it? I’m too old for you, and too old for these games.” You raised a brow at that, studying him and shrugging. “Maybe I like them older.”

His cheeks heated more and he stood straight, grabbing the tablet and walking around until he was next to you, leaning on the table. “You started working with them three years ago. Looks like you were, what, just doing it for some cash? Got roped in?”

Panic set its icy claws around your heart at his words, and you swallowed against the lump. “Not sure what you’re talking about, that’s wrong.” Your voice wobbled and you hated it, wanted to get up and run right out.

“We’ve been watching these guys for months, okay? We know pretty much everything. But we need a witness who has seen the actual drugs. They’re good at hiding it.”

You kept your gaze on the metal surface of the table and sighed, eyes closing in defeat. “Alright. Alright. Yes, I was roped into it. I needed money for-.. for an emergency so I ran some heroin. Mickey, the one in charge. Gave me an ass whooping and told me if I didn’t help more he would release a video. He taped me putting the drugs into a bag.”

The words tumbled from your mouth for the next hour. You gave him locations and customers and everything you knew. If they already had the information, Luca didn’t say. You were verifying everything they needed.

Luca let up on the questioning and looked at you, face full of concern. “Did they ever do anything else to you?” You brought your gaze up to his and shook your head, chewing on your lip and speaking quietly. “Just threatened to kill me. If I squealed.”

He frowned and gazed you, face softening as he leaned down and rested one his large hands over yours. “They aren’t going to touch you. You’re gonna stay here, so we know you’re safe while we wrangle his ass up.”

The Creek - Evan 'Buck' Buckley x reader 2/?

Summary: after a nasty storm rolls in, you and Chris decide to try and leave your sightseeing trip, until tragedy strikes, and Buck and Eddie are forced to make a rescue they never anticipated

Warnings: ..none really other than you almost dying 0.0

A/n: this has not been edited or proof-read :) lmk what you think <3 or what you wanna see happen in the next part :)

You and Buck decided to keep things private, just between you two for now, just until you got out of the honeymoon phase of a new relationship. Until then, you found it fun to sneak out, it made you both feel like teenagers again, but at the end of the day, you always met Buck at his apartment, cuddling up with him on the couch for dinner, before finally going to bed.

You and Chris were spending the day together while Eddie and Buck went to work. It was so far a good day, you took Chris to an ice cream stand, before going to a local tourist attraction. You knew Chris always wanted to fly, so you decided to take him up to a skyscraper, letting him view out of the windows to see the city below "Ya know, if you look super close, you could see dad's work" You whispered to him, pointing out the tiny firehouse in the distance, smiling knowing the man you admired so much was out there saving people. As you looked up though you saw something that made you gulp, large storm clouds rolling closer and closer to you, you knew how dangerous being this high in a building could be, and you weren't even on the top floor.

The building swayed with the wind, the metal and steel whining and groaning under the stress, Chris started to stumbled, causing you to reach out to help stabilize him so he didn't lose his balance "Come on, let's get lower before the storm gets worse" You encouraged, nudging Christopher to the elevators, as you both loaded in, and the elevator started its decent, loud crackles emitted from above you, the power and movement cutting out at the same time. Christopher grabbed your arm tightly "Y/n?..What's happening?" He whimpered, you wrapped an arm around him kneeling down "It's okay, bud, I promise, we just have to be brave like dad and Buck" You whispered, trying to shake the feeling something terrible was about to happen.

"118 we have a distress call coming from the skyscraper downtown, floor 53, caller says a window has busted and the level is flooding with rain water, be advised, there is a wind advisory, so winds will be powerful up there" Maddie's voice rang through the walkie's as the team finished up a small brush fire. "Got it, show us responding" Bobby replied, motioning everybody to load up and move out.

You took a deep breath trying to hide your fear as the elevator started to fill with water, you could tell something was wrong with the floor above "Okay, it's okay, we're gonna...uh..get you up on the railig beore the water gets above your chin any higher, okay?" You whimpered nervously, helping Chris onto the hand rail that was slightly above water, watching his feet slip and slide against the metal, you moved to stand in front of him "You're okay, I'm right here, I won't let you fall, Christopher" You promised, your lips turning blue, and the feeling in the toes and fingers slowly vanishing "We should be fine now! I'm s-sure your dad will be here to save us in no time" you tried to hold back your tears, but your body was freezing to the point it was starting to become painful now.

It had been about five minutes before you started ti get another bad feeling, a slight buzzing was erupting in your body, and you couldn't tell why, until the button panel sparked, sending hundreds of volts of electricity through the water, sending you straight into an unconscious state, leaving your body floating gently above the water. "Y/n? Somebody help!" Christopher cried out, trying to shake your body, desperate for you to wake back up.

Hen, Eddie, and Buck rushed the side of the building, realizing they wouldn't be able to open an doors, they'd have to scale the side of the building to get to the flooded floor. As Bobby gave the go-ahead tug on the ropes tied to the roof, the boys and Hen started to climb up, it took them about five minutes before reaching the floor, Eddie and Hen started helping people down, Buck getting the others ready to go down next, as he panted, he stopped for a moment, swearing he heard Christopher's shout. It couldn't be though, he had to of been going crazy "Buck, the front desk worker said there should be two more people up there other than the 12 you counted, Do Not let Eddie find out..But the check-in list says it's a Diaz and l/n" Bobby's voice broke through Buck's speaker "Hey! Hey! There was a little boy up here too! A-and- And a woman! Where are they!?" Buck shouted to the others over the wind, his stomach dropping whenever they pointed to the elevator that was sucking water through the cracks.

Buck raced down the stairs, breaking through the next floor down, grabbing a chair throwing it against the door to make some type of noise "CHRISTOPHER!? Y/N!?" He shouted against the metal door frame, sighing in relief whenever he heard Christopher shout back, his relief short lived as Christopher spoke "Buck! You have to save us! Y/n passed out! and the water keeps shocking me whenever I try and get her!" He screamed in reply "Bobby! I need power cut!" Buck screamed into his walkie talkie, tears welling in his eyes not noticing Bobby rushing in behind with a haligan axe and a fire axe "Let's go!" He shouted, handing Buck an axe.

Chris whimpered hearing Metal whining as it bent before hearing the water rush out and the view of Buck's face greeted him through the now pried open doors "Come on, come on we got you" Buck whispered, He watched as Bobby started CPR on your body "Buck! Chim and I got this! Get him down to the truck!" Bobby shouted, he nodded nervously, grabbing his rope that was left dangling, clipping it back to his harness. "W-What? We can't leave her! We have to stay, Buck!" Chris fought, trying to break Buck's hold as Buck approached the window, ready to repel down back to safety. "Listen to me! Christopher, they have the best people wokring on her, right now, I have to get you to your dad and checked out" Buck argued, holding onto Chris tightly as he slowly lowered the both of them down the side of the building "Buck! You have to save her! She's the closest I'll ever be to having a mom again! I love her!" Christopher begged, tears welling up in his eyes "Me too, Chris, I love her too, so I'll make sure she's okay, but you can't tell anyone." Buck said as they approached the ground, Eddie taking notice to his son being harnessed to Buck, he rushed over "Where's Y/n?" He asked panicked, grabbing Christopher quickly "She's getting CPR, I'm going back up" Buck said sternly.

You didn't really remember anything whenever you woke up, spending two weeks in the hospital before finally being released. You were forced to spend the next three weeks after that being babied and pampered by Buck. You both laid on the couch cuddling as star wars played on the tv, as you slept peacefully on Buck's chest he panicked hearing the front door open, not knowing if he should out you both as together, or sit up risking you falling off the couch. Eddie smirked clearing his throat "Lookie what I found Christopher, looks like Buck's trying to keep y/n from you guys's lunch plans" He teased, Christopher appearing from around the doorway smiling "Evan?.." You asked slowly waking up, your mind still groggy from your nap, taking a few moments to realize Chris and Eddie were standing right in front of you. "Listen, I wasn't the one who put her to sleep, she decided to take a nap" Buck chuckled, taking note of Eddie protective glare watching his hand resting a little too low on your back.

It didn’t take long for you to get ready and leave with Christopher for your lunch plans, leaving Buck and Eddie to sit alone in his living room “Evan.” Eddie said, tone matching one that he would use for Chris whenever he was having an attitude or not listening to his father. “Yes Edmundo?” Buck mocked crossing his arms “you realize, y/n is like a sister or daughter to me, and as someone who cares truly about her, I say Evan Buckley, if she ever comes to my home, crying about something stupid you did, I will find you. Or I’ll let Christopher find you” he threatened, knowing Buck would fight Eddie back, but he wouldn’t dare hurt Christopher. “I understand Eddie, I don’t wanna hurt Y/n anymore than she’s already been hurt..she’s dealt with a lot in her life and I just wanna make the life we have left better for her in any way that I can” Buck said honestly fiddling with his fingers “I trust you. But remember what I said” Eddie warned before resting his hand on Buck’s shoulder “now, how about we go get our own lunch to celebrate your new relationship” he smiled pushing Buck playfully before grabbing his keys “fine, but only because hearing Y/n talk about the food her and Chris are getting made me hungry” Buck agreed smiling standing up making his way to the shoe rack.

lt simon riley x hybrid!reader in which you're forced into his life and he cant handle it, ignoring your existence until you talk to inanimate objects to make up for it. angst ofc

sorry if this is lowkey bad, my writing has been flopping rn (inspired by a mdni’s work summary, i have removed the link because i am unsure as to how to address this properly.)

edit: i am aware that the og had more than a few similarities to the op who i credited’s work. I have responded here

The news of a hybrid being assigned to him was the worst possible, maybe even comparable to the time he had to wear full gear in the middle east. There was just something about it he didnt like, not that he wanted to stereotype their kind but some could be so clingy, so needy and to think he’s have that, following him around? . But what he hates more is the way you’re sitting outside his flat door when he hears the knock, wide eyes trying to entice him to your outstretched hand. Though unfortunately for you, he just closes the door again.

For the first week, you tried over and over again. He didn't seem to want to talk to you at all, let alone acknowledge that you were in his house. The only instructions he ever spoke was to not leave the house nor damage anything inside the house. It wasn't like you’d attempt to test either rules on purpose anyway. Instead, you tried to be useful by cleaning up where you could, even if you couldn't help but get distracted by how fun sliding across the freshly mopped floors were. Plus, blanket forts were so fun to make, what do you mean they made more mess? You switched to cooking soon after, attempting to make him breakfast except every time you tried to wake up early, he was always already gone. So, you wake up extra, extra early, finding out he wakes at five and so you wake up at four the next day. You decide on sizzled meat rashers, a fried egg and a toaster waffle because you don't really understand how the oven works. It’s not your fault his has so many funny buttons.

Unfortunately for you, his hearing is almost as good as yours, or perhaps he just never sleeps properly. That’s why he walked in just when you were nodding off in a bowl of cracked eggs, the time too early for a young one like you, even if you were well into your twenties. He left the house with a slam that day.

After that you stopped trying, noticing it to be clearly obvious that he didn't want anything to do with you in the slightest. He didn't even glance at you, or ask if you wanted to eat anymore. The only reminder that you actually lived here were the remnants of your fur on the fluffy pillow that was your bed, and your name written on your pre-bought meals since he didn't trust you in his kitchen anymore. Questions were left to hang in the air, soft whines echoing around the empty room each night and only the dim TV for company.

Ghost had returned early today, a problem in base had left the place in slight disarray and the task force thought it’d be better if they just packed up for the day, maybe do paperwork at home instead. He clicks open the door, surprised to actually hear noise in the usually silent flat, though he’s already dreading whatever mess you’ve cooked up. As he enters the hallway, the noise becomes clearer, sounding like a voice, your voice, actually. “This is a super secret covert meeting, alright everyone? No one can know!” You squeak, and he’s raising a brow, mind already jumping to conclusions of you being a double agent sent to spy on him. He should’ve known they’d pull a dirty trick like that, especially with how Graves has been acting, there’s bound to be others to follow. But to infiltrate his own home is something that brings him great anger, making him all the more silent when he sneaks around the house, mind running through potential ways he’ll interrogate the information out of you.

A double agent was far too much credit for you though. You were just a silly animal who was sitting on the sofa opposite a tatty teddy bear, a pillow with a messily drawn paper face stuck to it and a t-shirt that you had draped over a pillow, the cartoon cat staring back at you. They have mugs in front of them, albeit not full of anything apart from your own mug of tea. “Just kidding, let’s order then we can start.”

You hum, pretending to take a list from the bear though it’s actually those takeaway menus that come through the letterbox. He watches carefully as you pick up one at random, eyes squinting as you attempt and almost fail to read the text. Facilities never bothered with educating their hybrids, only intent in teaching them the arts of being loyal and desirable so they’d get their pay.

“Men….u? St.. art…eer?” It’s near impossible to understand any of it, and eventually you have to put it down, huffing out a complaint. “Okay fine, i can't read at all.” Frustrated, you pull off the t-shirt, leaving the pillow to fall on the floor. You’ve watched countless videos, only with the help of the voice recognition function on the remote control, and have attempted daily for this whole week. “So what have you guys done this week?”

He notices now that you have the tv displaying an episode from those random TV series, you probably don't even know the name of it. You’re almost attempting to recreate the same scene of the friends sitting around the table, eyes flickering at the TV as you eye how they sit. You mimic a squeaky voice, holding the teddy bear by the scruff as you move its head around. “I went to the park with my handler.”

Somehow your eyes light up despite the fact you had made that up yourself, clapping your hands together. “Wow, I love the park! I wish I could chase the squirrels…” Your expression falters for a second, eyes drooped until you shake your head, moving to puppet the pillow in the middle instead. “I went to the movies with mine, and then we got icecream.”

You smile again, retracting your hand and placing it on your hips. “Damn, icecream too! ..Um.. It doesn’t matter what I did. We should do something together, but it has to be something easy.. and not too fun because if we leave a mess Simon will be mad.” He almost feels bad, but it’s not his fault, you will make a mess, and he’s already tired enough as it is. What he hadn't expected was what you’d say next.

“I don't think we’ll be able to do these meetups anymore guys.” You mumble out, frown growing on your lips as you puppeteer the bear. “What, why?”

“I-i think I’ll be getting kicked out soon. Or maybe I should just run away.. Should I? I mean, it’s not a totally bad idea and Simon won't have to deal with me!”

You stare back at the two fake people in front of you, the silence hanging heavy in the air until you reach forward, plucking the paper smiley face off the pillow and sticking on a sad face instead. “I know, I know— running away is bad and I'll only get hurt. What else then?”

The silence is long again and for once Simon can feel the distraught look on your face as you clench the hem of your loose sweater, nose wrinkled. It’s clear you’re not feeling too good, especially if you’ve resorted to talking to your own stuffed animals about running away to make him happier. It’s a pitiful sight to say the least but he can't blame you either, he’s purposefully ignored every single one of your feeble attempts to talk to him. It’s not like it helps that you’ve been cooped in a house for two weeks straight, not able to talk to anyone else. Now that he’s forced to notice, forced to think about it, it’s clear he’s torturing you, in some sick unintentional way. You’re locked away, a prisoner, a ghost— someone no one even knows exists despite how much you cry and beg for a sound to be made.

The small shuffle of your steps is sad, the way you put everything into position perfectly in case he gets annoyed, not that he’d ever express it anyway– sometimes you wish he just would say something, anything. But he doesn't, and you take the tatty teddy bear, hugging it to your chest. Not even your tail can bring you much warmth, the matted fur rough against your skin as you’ve failed to upkeep it’s maintenance the more miserable you grow.

You wont stay here for long, you’ll be moved elsewhere and grow older, less ‘desirable’ as you lose all your hybrid fluffiness until you’re finally left on the streets, scavenging bins for food like your parents did. A cycle that only repeats for you.

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this is spread out over a couple weeks, it’s now towards the end of october

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Hi I was wondering if you'd be open to writing poly? I love the idea of pezzy and droid both liking gn!reader and reader just being like "why couldn't I just date you both we already all live together" if you're not cool with poly that's also fine! I just didn't see anything on the hit list about being against it

Hear Me Out (Pezzy X Reader X Elastic Droid)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Clearly (idk how I feel about this...I like it, but I don't think I did this prompt justice)

Warnings: None (other than poly relationship)

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1252

Summary: Hear me out, what if three roommates weren't actually roommates?

Side note: Check out this poll :)

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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When Grizzy moved out, the house felt different. Well. It felt different when Puffer left, too, but this was a different kind of different. It was like the puzzle pieces just fit together, and you, Droid, and Pezzy just functioned like a well-oiled machine. There were no fights, or disagreements really, or even many complaints between you. 

Then, Droid started talking about buying his own house and moving out. That threw a fork in your path. Suddenly, moving out was a sore subject, and no one wanted to be split up.

You and Pezzy have not thought that either of your financial situations would support buying a house yet, so you came up with a genius plan.

“Wait, so you and Pezzy want to move into my house?” Droid asked, confused. “Not against you guys, but the whole point of getting a house is not having roommates.”

“Hear me out first,” you said as you put your hands out. “Pezzy and I aren’t financially ready to get our own places yet. Who better to give our money to than our friend to help him pay off his house? If you haven’t clocked it yet, we’re talking about you.”

“Plus, you know we won’t destroy the place, unlike some other flatmate you have,” Pezzy joked.

“Aye, don’t talk about Oso like that,” Droid said back with a glare at Pezzy. 

Anyway, that’s how you ended up just moving into Droid’s new house with Pezzy. 

None of you ever mentioned it, but everything just flowed so easily between you guys. There were no arguments, no (real) disagreements, and it just made for a seamless household. 

Eventually, those little conversations about “I made extra food, you want some” became “get in the car, we’re going for a late-night Whataburger run.” 

Those “Hey can I borrow your jacket, I’m cold” became just simply laying against whoever was nearby and wrapping your arms around them tightly (and sometimes under their shirts if you were cold enough).

You started adopting their humor and their interests, and they started doing the same with you. You took up playing some video games and going on bike rides with them, and they, in turn, started picking up your habits. It wasn’t until you joined Droid for a late-night stream that you actually started to notice the similarities.

“Why do you look like the same person lol,” A chat read out, and that’s when you noticed you and Droid were wearing basically the same thing. Granted, it was a simple hoodie and grey sweatpants, but the hoodies were the same color (dark blue), and the sweatpants you were wearing were actually Pezzy’s, so you said as much.

“Nah, I think these are Pezzy’s, to be honest,” You chuckled as you pointed at them just as Droid’s room door opened.

“What’s mine?” Pezzy asked as he walked in with a 12-pack of beers. Coincidently, Pezzy was also wearing a dark blue hoodie and grey sweatpants.

“Hear me out, I think one of you is wearing mine because the legs on mine are short as fuck,” Droid pipped up.

“Are you calling us short?” You gasped in mock offense. All three of you dissolved into laughs until you muttered, “We should really be writing our names on our stuff. I think Pezzy has my favorite jeans and a few of my graphic tees, and Droid, I’m pretty sure you have my Puffer hoodie.”

“Woah, I’ve never seen three ‘roommates’ share so much shit,” Another chatter said, and that’s when you shifted all of your attention to the chat to see what everyone was saying.

“Just kiss already, damn.”

“The tension is real.”

“Do they not see it?”

“Is my Droidy/n dreams coming true?”

“Absolutely not! Pezzyy/n for the win!”

“Ok, guys, shut the fuck up,” Droid said, immediately moving you out of the way to minimize the chat screen. “Get outta here with that shit.”

“Are they shipping us again?” Pezzy asked, kneeling down to look at the screen.

“Not you and me. Just me and Y/n, and you and Y/n,” Droid said as he shook his head in disappointment.

“Why do you sound disappointed lmao,” A text-to-speech chat rang through the speakers, and that's when you looked over at Pezzy and Droid.

“I mean, and hear me out here,” You started off, catching both of their attentions, “If, hypothetically, I did like one of you, which I don’t, would it be a problem?”

“This is not a conversation to have live. Later, guys,” Droid rushed as he ended the stream quickly. He double-checked to make sure everything was ended before shutting his PC off completely and turning to face you fully. Pezzy decided to stand and lean against Droid’s desk instead of sitting on the ground. “Now, let’s set this straight. Yes, it’s a problem if you, hypothetically, like one of us.”

“Because honestly, we both really like you,” Pezzy chimed in as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s been something we talked about for a while. We were just waiting for the right time to bring it up with you, but chat seems to be pretty observant.”

“Well, why couldn't I just date both of you? We already all live together and act like we’re together.”

“But you just said you didn’t like one of us,” Droid trailed off in confusion as he looked over at Pezzy to see if he knew where you were going with this.

“Yeah, I don’t like one of you,” You replied in a flat tone, but the expressions on their faces dropped immediately. That made you feel bad, so you dropped the act, “Clearly, I like both of you.”

“You couldn’t have started with that?!” Droid and Pezzy shouted in sync, causing you to laugh.

“I told y’all to hear me out,” You chuckled as you stood up. “It’s your fault for jumping to conclusions too fast. Anyway, I’m feeling celebratory ice cream. Either of you down to go with me?”

“Bold of you to assume we’d let you drive,” Pezzy chuckled, heading out of the room to grab his shoes.

“Yeah, you have astigmatism,” Droid pointed out, leaving the room to also find his shoes, “I’m never trusting you to drive at night after last time.”

“It was one time, and I swear that light post came out of nowhere!” You shouted as you followed after them. “This is bullying! We just confirmed whatever this was, and suddenly, I’m being bullied!”

“This is how we’ve always been,” Pezzy laughed as he threw an arm over your shoulder as you both waited for Droid, “You’re just reading too much into it. Now, Droid, hurry the fuck up, or we’re leaving without you!”

“I can’t find my vans!” Droid shouted from his room before you heard a crash, presumable from him throwing things around. You dropped your head, trying to hold off a laugh, when something caught your eye.

“Okay, hear me out,” You started, biting back a laugh, “I think Pezzy’s wearing them.”

“I swear, is this going to become an everyday thing?” Droid shouted as he opted to just grab the next closest pair of shoes.

“Not to quote Pezzy or anything, but you’re just reading too much into it,” You said in a mocking tone as Droid walked out of his room. Then, together, you all walked outside to your car. You all took your usual seats as Pezzy started the car. “This is how we’ve always been.”

~~~~~

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sorry, wrong number! — tanaka ryuunosuke. chapter ten; the lord.

content ; smau. profanity (i think). kuroo and tanaka interaction, yay! basically just filler fluff. meeya finally posted another swn chapter - who cheered?!

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after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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Something that has been on my mind.

Taskforce 141 with a smol reader who can sleep anywhere because she just fits into all the small spaces around the base and everyday it's a game between the taskforce on where they find the reader dozing off on the base! 🙈

Hope you have a good day! 😽

The Great Task Force 141 Hide-and-Seek Champion

Pairing: Poly!Task Force 141 x Tiny!Reader

Warnings: Mild language, ridiculous amounts of fluff, protective 141, jealousy, cuddling

Author's Note: i tried making this poly. You might be able to see it if you squint so… yeah :)

Summary: You have an uncanny ability to sleep anywhere. Thanks to your small size, you manage to squeeze into places no one expects, turning the base into your personal nap zone. At first, it was a game—finding you before Price lost his patience. But slowly, things change. Now, the boys aren’t just looking for you—they’re making sure you’re safe, warm, and taken care of. And maybe… just maybe… they’re realizing they don’t just want to find you. They want to keep you.

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Day 1: The Supply Closet

"Where the hell is Mouse?"

Price’s voice echoed through the barracks, already laced with exasperation. It had only been an hour since they'd last seen you. An hour. And you’d already vanished.

Gaz, standing casually by the doorway, sipped his tea. “Check the supply closet.”

Soap narrowed his eyes. “Why the hell would she be in the—”

Ghost, moving like a man far too used to this, didn’t wait for the debate. He walked straight to the supply closet, gripped the handle, and pulled it open.

There you were.

Curled up on one of the metal shelves, wedged between a stack of MREs and a pile of folded tarps. Your cheek was pressed against a plastic-wrapped ration pack, arms tucked under your head like a damn cat.

Soap stared. “Yer kiddin’.”

Price sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "How the hell do you find this comfortable?"

You stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent before sleepily muttering, “Warm.”

Gaz snorted. “Comfortable, Mouse?”

A small nod. “Mm.”

Ghost studied you in silence, then turned and walked away.

Soap gawked. "We’re just leaving her here?"

Ghost shrugged. “She’ll wake up eventually.”

Price sighed. He wasn’t paid enough for this.

——

Day 5: The First Shift in the Game

It started small.

The first time Soap found you tucked into an abandoned supply box, he huffed out a laugh, shook his head—and left his jacket over you.

The next time, Gaz found you curled up under a desk and quietly slid his extra hoodie beneath your head.

Price, despite all his grumbling, was the one leaving snacks.

And Ghost? He never woke you. Never disturbed you. But he stood guard.

The others didn’t notice at first. But after a few days, Soap started eyeing him.

"Y’know, mate," he smirked, "fer someone who acts like he don’t care, you sure stand ‘round a lot whenever Tiny’s sleepin’."

Ghost didn’t react. Didn’t even blink.

But the next morning, when you woke up in your favorite nap spot, there was a blanket over you.

——

Day 12: The Wrong Soldier Found You First

This was not part of the game.

Normally, it was them who found you. Normally, you’d wake up to soft teasing, grumbling, or just being carried away in Soap’s arms.

But today?

Today, some random soldier found you first.

It was innocent at first.

The guy had walked into the break room, noticed your small form curled up in the corner, and let out a snicker.

"Christ, does she ever actually work?"

The temperature dropped.

The conversation across the room stopped.

The soldier barely had time to react before four very dangerous men turned to look at him.

Ghost’s voice was low. Cold. "What did you just say?"

Soap moved first, stepping closer—a little too close. "Say it again, mate."

Gaz threw an arm around your shoulders, very pointedly shifting you away from the guy.

And Price? Price just gave the final nail in the coffin.

“She’s with us.”

The soldier left.

Quickly.

——

Day 20: The Final Nap

At this point, Price was done.

"Alright," he sighed, rubbing his temples. "Where the hell is she now?"

Soap groaned. "We've checked the barracks, the mess hall, the damn armory—"

Gaz cut in. "—and all the lockers."

Ghost, silent as ever, merely looked up.

The team followed his gaze.

And there, sticking out of an open vent, were a pair of very familiar boots.

Soap wheezed. “Oh, no bloody way!”

Gaz just stared. “I don’t even wanna know how she got up there.”

Price turned on his heel and walked away.

“I don’t care anymore,” he announced. “If she falls, she falls.”

Ghost crossed his arms. “She’ll come down eventually.”

Soap grinned. “God, I love this game.”

——

Day 27: The End of the Game

They weren’t expecting to find you here.

Ghost stopped in the doorway first.

Soap nearly bumped into him before looking past and freezing.

Gaz, coming up behind them, just blinked. “Well… shit.”

There you were.

Curled up in Ghost’s bed.

And not just curled up—wrapped in his blanket, half-buried under the heavy black comforter, nuzzled into his damn pillow.

Ghost just stared.

Soap broke first. He grinned. “Oh, this is rich.”

Price, arriving last, sighed. "At this point, she’s not hiding anymore. She’s just making a statement."

Ghost finally moved forward, stepping to the edge of the bed. He tugged at the blanket.

Nothing.

You made a soft, grumpy noise, burrowing deeper.

Soap snorted. “Mate, she just claimed yer bed.”

Gaz smirked. "Might as well get in."

Ghost glared.

Price, done with all of them, turned to leave. “You deal with it.”

Ghost exhaled through his nose before sitting on the bed.

The shift in weight made you stir, eyes cracking open.

"...Ghost?"

He hummed.

You blinked sleepily at him before mumbling, "...Warm."

Soap grinned. "Y’know, mate, if ye just let her sleep with ye, we wouldn’t ‘ave to find her all the time."

Ghost stared.

And, to everyone’s surprise…

He laid down.

Didn’t move you. Didn’t wake you. Just shifted so you weren’t alone.

Soap gawked. “No bloody way.”

Gaz smirked. “I think she wins.”

Ghost just closed his eyes.

Fine.

She wins.

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