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zombiangel · 4 months ago

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❝𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝘼𝙔 𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀❞ 〰 BOKUTO

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ hq x fem!reader. ft: bokuto koutarou

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗you jokingly say that he never pays attention to you anymore, now he's worried!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ warnings: none except for tiniest bit of angst! but lots of fluff

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 935 words, avg read time: 3 mins

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ a/n: this is my first time writing, and i never write for pleasure, or stories like these! so it might be really bad lol- but always give me constructive critisism about anything and dms/requests are always opened!! ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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"bokuuuu~" you say, leaving the bedroom door to find your boyfriend sprawled on the couch, looking up and smiling at you before holding up his finger to signal for you to wait, the phone pressed against his ear with one of his streaked hands.

"movie night?" you silently worded with your lips, gesturing over to your bedroom before he gave a dismissive nod and thumbs up, focusing back onto the phone call.

with a heavy sigh, you left to the kitchen, preparing what you two would always eat for the nights you'd lay on your shared bed, cuddled up next to each other while watching a move. that caramel popcorn that head playfully fed you, throwing it into the air as you two giggled at the missed shots and cheered together at the ones that made it.

bokuto would always love nights like these and always preferred them, inside with you, over going out. he didn't have to share you while conversing with other people if it was some get-together or forced not to touch you everywhere you went.

Inside, you could cuddle, talk between just the two of you, scratch your hair, anything.

"this is so fricking delish," you said, stuffing your face with more popcorn as the bright tv screen hit your face, your hair tangling as the back of your head lay on his chest, sitting up on the bed. his arms envelopped you soothingly, meeting at your shoulders while you comfortably relaxed on his much bigger frame.

"hey, leave some for me-" a raspier whine escaped bokuto's lips, moving the thick arm that wrapped around you to reach for the bowl on your hips, before you felt his nose reach the top of your head and snuggle against it. he inhaled through his nose, letting the pleasant smell of your shampoo seep in as he couldn't help but let the tug on the end of his lips raise.

"nuh, uh! i made these all by myself while you were too busy on your pho-!" and almost as if on cue, his phone went off. both heads turned at the same time to the brightening screen, revealing a cute picture of him feeding you while watching your favorite show together, almost in the same scenario as of right now. underneath it was a message from someone that you honestly couldn't care less about, and he picked it up quickly.

"sorry, love, this might be important.." he subtly added, his once brighter expression muted as he brought the device closer to him. you let out a dishearted sigh, maybe exaggerating it a little too much to add on to your sarcastic comment. "it's like you never pay attention to me anymore.."

even the low mumble of your voice led him to shoot up, instantly tightening his grip around you, as if instinctual, and his voice was barely over a whisper. "what?" he moved his head around to try to meet your eyes, now basically "ear to ear" with him.

seeing the defeated look on his face, you realized he didn't see through your sarcastic comment, and trying to put your best poker face on, you tried to drag on the joke. it wouldn't harm anyone, just trying to see how long he'd last.

"yeah, you know, you're always so busy and all. just like right now, you know... your phone and all... you just never pay attention to me anymore." you lowered your head, some stray hairs falling down in trial to cover your face from the smile you were fighting, biting down on your lip.

if anything, bokuto pays way too much attention to you. you believed he'd just realize this was a joke; he was a clingy boy after all. whenever you'd leave, he'd insist on a hug, even in a rush. it would then lead to a kiss, and you perhaps being 15 minutes late with a few disheveled hairs. clingy bokuto was probably your favorite thing ever though. always wanting to be near you and never leaving your side for anything. so it'd be easy enough for him to see through your tiny prank.

"babe, are you serious? i-.." bokuto lowered his head, his hair slightly drooping at the ends, and when you looked up, a small glint of sadness in his eyes shined through. fuck, he's actually serious.

"wait, listen, boku-" you tried to stop the joke right there, fully lifting your face before his hands met your waist, grasping you harshly as he flipped you with a hold so tight, as if you'd weighed nothing. when switching over to fully face him, he looked up at you, your legs wrapped around him, straddling his big "man" frame as he gave you a "little boy" pout.

"i-i'm so sorry, y/n... seriously. i never thought i'd be distant from you and all." bokuto's gaze never left yours.

a small pang hit your chest hard. "no, wait, boku-" you finally bring yourself closer to him, leaning closer to his face. "listen, i was just joking, mkay? you're perfectly fine; you pay enough attention to me!" you added, caressing his soft cheeks with your hands and cupping his jaw.

"huh?" his eyes slightly widened, his head tilting to the side a little in confusion, causing you to giggle a little.

"Don't pull anything like that again, th-then.." he looked flustered, looking away from you now, half the sadness wiping off his face to your relief.

"soorrryyy~ i didn't think you'd take it so seriously!" you let out a soft chuckle at his tightening grasp on your waist.

"yup, you're repaying me for that little scare."

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a/n: srry if this is bad guys! anyway, yeah id totally see bokuto 100% blaming himself, even if he is like SUPER attached and wtv

wait now i feel bad cmere

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #hq #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu!!#zombiangel #zombiangel's thoughts

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sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts · 8 months ago

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𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 1

part 2 - Life 360

screencaps and gifs: Pinterest

Pairing: dark!Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Drinking, food,flirting, DRUGGING, KIDNAPPING, talks of true crime THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

Summary: A Tinder date goes very, very wrong, but you always considered yourself prepared for such situations.

WC: 2.9K

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A/n: I tried to step out of my comfort zone a little with this. It's based on a post I saw while doom-scrolling on this app from @blondwhowrites. She had this amazing post about wanting to see more readers who fight and don't stop. They don't lose hope, they go into survival mode, and I just hope I do this idea somewhat justice.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

Two glasses of wine deep, you and your best friend sat comfortably on the couch, a true crime podcast playing in the background. The room was dimly lit, the only sources of light being the glow from the TV and the occasional flicker from a scented candle on the coffee table. The smell of lavender and vanilla filled the air, mixing with the earthy aroma of the red wine.

You laughed as your friend, Jess, made a snide comment about the latest murder suspect discussed on the podcast. Her dark hair fell in waves around her face, a playful glint in her eyes as she took another sip of her wine. You felt a warm buzz from the alcohol, a pleasant contrast to the cold shiver the podcast sent down your spine.

"Can you believe some people are actually that dumb?" Jess snorted. "I mean, come on. Who leaves that much evidence behind?"

You nodded, your eyes focused on your phone screen, fingers swiping left and right in a rhythmic motion. Tinder had become a mindless distraction, a game you played together to pass the time and maybe, just maybe, find someone interesting. The profiles blurred together after a while, a parade of faces and bios that hardly registered in your mind.

"Ugh, another one with a fish picture," you groaned, swiping left. "Do they think holding a dead fish makes them more attractive?"

Jess laughed, nearly spilling her wine. "Maybe it's supposed to show they're 'outdoorsy' or something. Like, 'Hey, I can provide for you in the apocalypse with my fishing skills.'"

You rolled your eyes, ready to swipe again, when Jess nudged you with her elbow. "Wait, wait. Give me the phone for a sec."

Reluctantly, you handed it over, watching as she scrolled through your potential matches with a critical eye. She made a few quick swipes, her lips pursed in concentration.

"Nope. Nope. Definitely nope," she muttered. Then, suddenly, she paused, her finger hovering over the screen. "Oh, hello. Who's this?"

You leaned in, your curiosity piqued. On the screen was a man named Joel. He was 56, a contractor, and attractive for his age. His profile picture showed a ruggedly handsome man with a salt-and-pepper beard and piercing eyes that seemed to look right through you. He had an air of confidence about him, the kind that made you stop and take a second look.

"Damn," Jess said, raising her eyebrows. "He kind of looks like Pedro Pascal. Not bad for an older guy."

You couldn't help but agree. There was something undeniably appealing about Joel, something that made you hesitate before swiping. You read through his bio, which mentioned his love for traveling, his work as a contractor, and his interest in trying new wines.

"Well," Jess said, nudging you again, "it's your last free swipe. What do you think?"

You took a deep breath, your finger hovering over the screen. There was a strange flutter in your chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness. Finally, with a small, decisive movement, you swiped right.

As the screen flashed "It's a match!", you felt a thrill of anticipation. Jess cheered, raising her glass in a mock toast. "Here's to Joel and his contractor skills. May he be as good with his hands as he is with a hammer."

The sound of your phone buzzing broke through the haze of wine and laughter. You glanced down, surprised to see a new message notification from Joel. Jess leaned over, peering at your screen.

"Well, well," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Looks like Mr. Contractor is making the first move. That's not something you see every day."

"Yeah," you agreed, a bit taken aback. "It's kind of refreshing."

With a grin, you opened the message. It was simple, yet charming: "Hey there. I saw you like trying new wines. Any recommendations?"

Jess snickered, taking another sip of her wine. "Smooth, Joel. Real smooth."

You couldn't help but smile as you typed out a reply. "Hey Joel! If you like reds, you should try a good Malbec. There's a great one from Argentina that I'm obsessed with."

His response was almost immediate. "Sounds perfect. I've been meaning to expand my wine knowledge. Maybe you could give me a lesson sometime?"

You showed the message to Jess, who giggled and nudged you playfully. "Look at you, already setting up a date. You go, girl."

You blushed, quickly typing back. "I'd love to. Any wines you're particularly curious about?"

Joel's reply came swiftly. "I'm open to anything, really. Maybe you can surprise me?"

Jess leaned in, reading over your shoulder. "Ooh, he’s smooth. What are you going to say?"

"How about this," you muttered, fingers flying across the keyboard. "Great! How about we start with a nice Pinot Noir? It's a favorite of mine."

"Sounds fantastic. Any recommendations for a good one?" Joel texted back.

Jess snorted. "He's definitely into you."

The conversation flowed easily after that. Joel proved to be both witty and engaging. He shared stories of his recent travel adventures, his favorite being a trip to Italy. "I spent a week in Tuscany, just soaking in the culture and, of course, the wine," he wrote.

You smiled, replying, "I've always wanted to go to Italy. Did you visit any vineyards?"

"Several! It was incredible. The scenery, the people...everything was perfect. You should definitely go if you get the chance."

Jess sighed dreamily. "Italy, vineyards, and wine? He’s painting quite the picture. Ask him about his work!"

You typed quickly, "So, tell me more about your work. What kind of projects do you usually take on?"

"I'm mostly into residential renovations, but I dabble in commercial projects too. Keeps things interesting. My favorite project was restoring this old Victorian house. Took a lot of work, but it was worth it."

Joel sent a photo of the Victorian house, its intricate details beautifully restored. Jess peered at the screen, impressed. "Wow, he's really good. That house looks amazing."

"Right?" you agreed, replying to Joel. "The house looks incredible. You have a real talent."

"Thank you! I love what I do. How about you? What keeps you busy?"

You shared stories about your job and hobbies, feeling the conversation flow as naturally as the wine. The atmosphere in the room grew even more relaxed, filled with the sound of your laughter and the comforting cadence of the podcast in the background.

"He's really something," Jess said, leaning back into the couch. "I haven't seen you this excited about anyone in a while."

You nodded, a warm flutter of excitement in your chest. "I know. It's...nice."

Jess smiled knowingly. "He's definitely a keeper. I should probably head home though. Work tomorrow, unfortunately."

"Yeah, me too," you sighed, feeling a pang of disappointment as the evening wound down.

Jess gathered her things, giving you a hug at the door. "Good luck with Joel. He seems like a great guy. Text me all the details later, okay?"

"Will do," you promised, waving as she disappeared into the night.

Returning to the couch, you saw another message from Joel. "It was great talking with you tonight. I'd love to continue our conversation over that Malbec. What do you say?"

You smiled, feeling a warm flutter of excitement. "I'd like that too. How about this weekend?"

Joel’s reply was quick. "That sounds perfect. How about Saturday night? I know a great Italian place downtown. We can have dinner and then maybe a glass of that Malbec at my place?"

You hesitated for a moment, the true crime stories from the podcast playing in your mind. But something about Joel felt genuine, and you decided to take a chance. "Saturday night works for me. What time?"

"How about 7 PM? I can pick you up if you’d like."

You thought about it, weighing the pros and cons. Jess had always warned you about letting strangers know where you lived, but Joel seemed different. Maybe it was the wine or his charm, but you felt a sense of trust. "Sure, that sounds great. I live at 112 Maple Street, apartment 4B."

"Got it. Looking forward to it. Have a good night!" Joel replied.

"Good night, Joel," you texted back, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

The next few days passed in a blur of anticipation. Jess was thrilled when you updated her, giving you tips on what to wear and what to talk about. By the time Saturday rolled around, you were a bundle of nerves and excitement.

As the clock neared 7 PM, you stood in front of your mirror, adjusting your dress for the hundredth time. It was a simple, elegant black dress that Jess had insisted was perfect for the occasion. You had paired it with a delicate necklace and your favorite heels, wanting to strike the right balance between casual and sophisticated.

Before heading downstairs, you grabbed your phone and texted Jess. "Hey, just a heads up. I’m going to that Italian place downtown with Joel. His address is 245 Fallsview Lane. I’ll text you when I get back. My Life360 will be on the whole night. Can you check on my location occasionally?"

Jess replied almost immediately. "Got it! Be safe and have fun. Text me if anything feels off. I'll keep an eye on your location."

You always prided yourself on being prepared. Too many hours of true crime shows had taught you the importance of caution. Sharing your whereabouts had become second nature; you never wanted to take any chances.

At exactly 7 PM, your phone buzzed with a message. "I’m outside :)"

You took a deep breath, grabbing your purse and heading downstairs. When you stepped outside, you saw Joel waiting by his car. He looked even better in person, his rugged charm accentuated by a casual yet stylish outfit.

"Hi," you greeted, feeling a bit shy.

"Hi," he replied with a warm smile. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," you said, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "You too."

Joel opened the car door for you, and you slid into the passenger seat, your nerves slowly easing as he drove towards the restaurant. The conversation flowed easily, much like it had over text, and by the time you arrived at the Italian place, you felt completely at ease.

The restaurant was cozy and inviting, with soft lighting and a warm atmosphere. Joel held the door open for you, and you were soon seated at a corner table, a bottle of red wine already waiting.

"This place is lovely," you said, looking around.

"I'm glad you like it," Joel replied, pouring you a glass of wine. "To new beginnings."

"To new beginnings," you echoed, clinking your glass against his.

The dinner was wonderful, filled with laughter and easy conversation. Joel was charming and attentive, his stories about his work and travels fascinating. He had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room, his eyes never leaving yours.

"So," Joel said, leaning back in his chair, "tell me more about yourself. What do you do when you're not working or swiping on Tinder?"

You laughed, taking a sip of your wine. "I'm a server, working my way through college. I'm studying to become a digital design artist. In my free time, I love reading, especially true crime. I also enjoy hiking. What about you?"

"I enjoy traveling and exploring new places," Joel said, his eyes twinkling. "I’ve been to quite a few countries. It's always interesting to see how people live and what they value. Speaking of which, are you close with your family?"

You hesitated for a moment, the memory of your dad's death flashing in your mind. "Not really. My dad passed away a few years ago, and things have been strained since then. My family lives across the state, so I don't see them often."

Joel's expression softened. "I'm sorry to hear that. It must be tough."

You nodded, feeling a bit vulnerable. "It is, but I've learned to rely on my friends. They're like my chosen family."

"That’s great," Joel said, smiling warmly. "Having a strong support system is so important. Do you have a big circle of friends, or do you keep it more intimate?"

"Mostly intimate," you said. "I have a few close friends who mean the world to me. Jess, who you’ve heard me mention, is my best friend. We've known each other forever."

Joel nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "It sounds like you have a great support system. It's so important to have people you can rely on."

"Absolutely," you agreed, feeling warm and comfortable.

As the night went on, Joel skillfully guided the conversation, his questions always seeming casual and light. "So, have you ever traveled alone?" he asked, casually.

"Not really," you admitted. "I prefer to have someone with me. It feels safer that way."

"That's smart," Joel said, nodding approvingly. "Safety is always a priority. Speaking of which, do you have any health routines? Like, do you take any daily vitamins or medication?"

"Just the usual vitamins," you replied, not thinking much of it. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious," Joel said with a charming smile. "I like to know what keeps you healthy and happy."

You smiled, feeling flattered by his interest. The conversation continued to flow effortlessly, Joel's charm and attentiveness making you feel special.

After dinner, you and Joel were heading back to his place for a glass of Malbec. You hesitated again, the warnings from the true crime podcast whispering in your mind. But Joel's smile was disarming, and the evening had been so perfect that you found yourself agreeing.

Joel led you to his car, opening the door for you like a perfect gentleman. As he drove, you looked out the window, making a mental note of big landmarks. You saw the city skyline fading into the distance, a large water tower, and a distinctive old barn. You kept these in mind, your true crime-trained brain insisting on caution.

"So, what do you usually do to unwind after a long day?" Joel asked, his tone casual.

"I love reading," you replied, glancing at him. "Especially true crime. There's something fascinating about the psychology behind it all."

Joel chuckled, his eyes briefly meeting yours before returning to the road. "That's interesting. So you must know a lot about staying safe then, right?"

You nodded, feeling a bit more on guard. "Yeah, it's always good to be prepared."

Joel's eyes gleamed with a curiosity that felt too intense. "Do you ever get scared living alone?"

You shrugged, trying to keep your tone light. "Not really. I take precautions. Plus, I have friends who check in on me."

"That's smart," Joel said, nodding approvingly. "It’s good to have people who care about you."

Finally, you arrived at Joel’s place. It was a secluded farmhouse, far from the city lights and surrounded by dense woods. The house itself was charming, with warm lights glowing from the windows and a cozy, inviting atmosphere.

Joel led you inside, and you were greeted by the comforting smell of wood and faint hints of vanilla. He poured the Malbec, and you watched him closely, noting every move he made. He didn't seem to spike the drinks; it all looked perfectly innocent. You settled on the couch, feeling a mix of comfort and unease.

"Thank you for tonight," you said, raising your glass. "It’s been wonderful."

"Thank you," Joel replied, his eyes meeting yours. "I’m glad we matched."

You took a sip of the wine, savoring its rich flavor. As you talked, the conversation drifted naturally.

"So, what inspired you to go into digital design?" Joel asked, his curiosity genuine.

"I've always loved art and technology," you explained. "Digital design feels like the perfect blend of both. Plus, I enjoy creating things that people find useful and beautiful."

Joel nodded appreciatively. "That's a great combination. Do you have a favorite project you've worked on?"

You smiled, thinking back. "Probably a website I designed for a non-profit. It was challenging but incredibly rewarding."

Joel leaned forward slightly, his interest piqued. "That sounds amazing. Do you see yourself starting your own firm one day?"

"I'd love to," you admitted, feeling the warmth of his attention. "But for now, I'm just focusing on finishing my degree."

"That’s smart," Joel said. "One step at a time."

You took another sip of the wine, feeling a strange dizziness creeping in. Your vision blurred slightly, and you set your glass down, trying to focus.

"So, do you have any big plans for the future?" Joel asked, his voice sounding distant.

"I... I want to finish my degree," you managed to say, the room starting to spin.

Your true crime instincts kicked in hard. Something was wrong. Very wrong. You discreetly reached for your phone, trying to text Jess, but your fingers felt heavy and uncoordinated.

Joel’s voice was soothing, almost too soothing. "You seem a bit tired. Are you okay?"

You nodded, your heart racing. You had to get out. Now. You fumbled with your phone, trying to hit the call button for Jess, but your vision swam.

Joel leaned in closer, his expression concerned. "Do you need to lie down? Maybe you had too much wine."

Panic surged through you as you struggled to keep your thoughts clear. "No, I... I need to..."

Just as you were about to press send, the phone slipped from your fingers. Joel was quicker, catching you as you slumped forward. "Easy there," he murmured, his arms strong and steady around you.

The last thing you saw before darkness claimed you was Joel's face, his expression unreadable. The phone buzzed futilely on the floor, Jess’s name glowing on the screen.

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lorilane33 · 8 days ago

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Cold

Pairing: Modern AU!Wrecker x Reader (I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible)

A/N: Wrecker is the cutest patootie ever, but at the same time I want him to absolutely shred me to pieces any day of the week. No y/n used, reader's nickname is Bunny, Bun for short.

Summary: You get cold and steal Wrecker's hoodie

Word Count: 2,192

Warnings: Yes, I am back with another friends to lovers fic okay? lol Wrecker needs his own warning label, let's be honest.

In the apartment you share with your long time friend Wrecker, you are mindlessly watching some baking contest show on Netflix. Snuggled under some blankets you try to warm up after your day of shopping with Hera, however, no matter how deep you snuggle into the couch you are still chilled to the bone.

Grumbling to yourself, you continue to try and warm up, which ends with you having the blanket over your head hood style. But still no warmer than you were at the beginning of this struggle. You’ve completely lost track of what is going on in the episode you are watching. Suddenly you grin to yourself as an idea hits you.

Wrecker is out with Tech and Echo, helping Tech find an anniversary gift for Phee. You know he won’t be back for some time, and you are pretty sure he won’t mind if you borrow a hoodie from his closet. You quickly jump up to go raid his closet, only to stumble over the blanket currently wrapped around you. Giggling at the absurdity, you find the remote and pause your show to continue on your mission to find your favorite hoodie of your roommate’s.

Down the small hallway, you quietly enter his room. Glancing around the bedroom, you smile to yourself as you remember how things even started for you. The two of you moved in together in the first place because random roommates always turned out badly for each of you.

Once the two of you had moved in together, the rest was history; you meshed so well as roommates neither of you had any plans to move out any time soon. Brought back to the present, you begin your search for his warmest hoodie.

Within a few moments of digging in Wrecker’s closet, your hand makes contact with the hoodie you are looking for. “Aha! There you are, you little bugger!” You exclaim as you pull it off the hanger. Pulling the soft hoodie close to your body, you bring it to your nose and inhale contentedly, smiling to yourself as you do.

Suddenly you gasp to yourself, realizing that you’re currently being comforted by Wrecker’s scent. You quickly pull his hoodie away from your face while trying to ignore your minor bout of insanity. “Why am I like this?” you mutter to yourself as you gently shake your head while pulling the hoodie over your head.

The moment your head is through the hole, you sigh in relief. With Wrecker being almost a foot taller than you, his hoodie almost swallows you whole. The inside of his hoodie is so luxuriously soft, you find yourself snuggling deeper in to be as cozy as possible. Pulling the hood over your head, you turn and walk out of his closet, closing the door behind you.

Reaching your shared living room, you curl back up on the couch, snuggling back into the blankets. Digging for the remote once again you hit play, and are soon lost in a whirlwind of baking and drama once again.

Some time later, as the sun begins its descent, you hear keys in the door, announcing Wrecker’s arrival back home. Turning the volume down on the TV, you call back, “Hey, Wreck! How did the gift shopping go with the boys?”

Wrecker toes off his shoes in the foyer and takes off his coat, followed by his infectious laughter, as you hear him emptying his pockets into the dish on the entry table. “Hey! You wouldn’t believe what happened to Echo! We were at that pho restaurant we all like, you remember that place?”

“Yeah, I do remember it! Wasn't that place in the strip mall over on Harrison?” You reply as you giggle. You’ve always enjoyed Wrecker’s boisterous personality. He couldn’t always control his personality’s intensity, but you’ve always adored that about him.

You listen to him padding into the living room as he continues. “Well anyway, we were talking to the waitress, and-” he stops mid-sentence, which is extremely unusual for your friend. You know he’s in the room, you can feel his presence behind you, and the tension filling his body.

You pull your hands into the sleeves of his hoodie in a nervous gesture, as you throw over your shoulder to him, “You have any plan on finishing your story, Wrecker?” You add a small giggle after, hoping to pull Wrecker out of whatever trance he’s fallen into.

In the silence of your apartment you hear him swallow thickly and lean against the doorway before saying hesitantly, “That’s my hoodie there, bun.”

Still sitting on the couch with your back facing him, your back suddenly goes ramrod straight. Is he mad that you’re wearing his hoodie? You’ve never heard him use that tone of voice, which makes you nervous. Trying to play it off as cool as possible, you decide to go for witty. “Oh? Really, I had no idea whose hoodie it was when I grabbed it.”

Wrecker lets out a deep chuckle, almost a purr at your response to his statement. “Didn’t know whose hoodie it was, my ass. Never thought I’d see the day when my supposed best friend would betray me like this.” You can hear the smirk in his tone from the doorway, where he’s still against the doorway.

Rolling your eyes fondly, you decide to turn around and call him out. But the second you’ve turned around on the couch, pulling the hood down as you do, you realize you’re out of your depth. In the years the two of you have been friends, Wrecker has never had the look on his face that is gracing his features now.

You are very uncertain how this is going to play out, and you feel your stomach clench with nerves. As you study Wrecker’s face, you not only realize his expression screams intensity, but you also clock what he’s wearing. Your eyes rove over him, taking in his dark, well fitting jeans and his dark green Henley shirt.

It is the exact outfit he’d been wearing when he left earlier today, but for some reason completely new to you now. Suddenly catching yourself checking out your friend, your eyes go wide and you immediately return your eyes to his face. Still unsure of what could be going through his head, you hope for the best and smile at him shyly.

Attempting to dispel the tension between you two, you respond to his quip. “Betrayed? I think betrayal is the last thing I think you should be feeling right now. I think I make this hoodie look better than you ever could!”

Seeing Wrecker’s eyes quickly dart to your mouth and back, you feel a shiver run down your spine. He growls out a response as he rolls up his shirt sleeves, “You got that right, bun. In fact, I think you should keep it. It looks perfect on you.”

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops in shock. “Wrecker, what do you mean? This is your favorite hoodie. Why would you say I could have it?”

Finally leaving his perch in the doorway, he slowly makes his way around to the front of the couch. Still studying you intensely, he replies with, “Exactly what I just said. You look perfect in my hoodie.”

Sitting down next to you and grabbing your legs to pull them into his lap he continues, “Why am I telling you to keep it? Because I want you to. It’s as easy as that.” He smiles at you, gently rubbing your ankle.

Still trying to process what is happening, you look down to your lap and play with your fingers. You reply, “Okay. I guess I’ll take that answer. But Wrecker, can you do me a favor?” He nods in response, waiting for you to continue. “Please stop looking at me like that. I’m not sure why you’re doing it, but it’s making me feel things I didn’t know I was feeling about you. And I’m not entirely sure how-”

Suddenly his index finger is stopping you mid rant. He then moves his finger to dip under your chin and gently tilts your face up to meet his, a hesitant smile quirking on his face. “The way I’m looking at you? Bunny, I have no idea how to look at you right now. I walked into our home, expecting to find my best friend, and instead I was blindsided by how kriffing stunning I apparently find you.”

Your lower lip begins to wobble, and your eyes get glassy as he continues. “You sitting here in my hoodie moved something in my soul, sweetheart. I am not the same man now as I was when I left this morning, and I never want to go back.” He tips your head forward enough so he can place a kiss on your forehead.

Needing confirmation, you clear your throat and ask, “Wreck, are you saying you like me like me?”

He smiles shyly, “Yeah, bunny, I am. Somehow, you managed to make it happen.” Suddenly, his eyes widen, and he begins pulling away from you. “Oh, kriff! Bun, I didn’t mean to dump all that on you. I just felt I needed to tell you. Here I am, just assuming that you felt-”

You cut him off from spiraling by throwing your arms around his neck, and pulling yourself into his lap and straddle his thighs. “Stop that, right now, Wrecker. You have no reason to doubt anything, because I do feel the same way. I’m not sure when it happened, but it did.” You giggle into his shoulder as you feel the tension seep out of him at your words.

You pull back from squeezing him, and gently cup his right cheek in your hand. He leans into the motion, and you both smile. “Oh, Wrecker, you silly man. Who wouldn’t love this handsome mug of yours?” You feel his deep chuckle rumble through you,and his hands come up to rest on your hips.

Leaning forward, you gently placed a hand on his scarred cheek, continuing on. “And this scar, and your cybernetic eye? They are two of my favorite parts of you. You were willing to sacrifice yourself for your brothers, and the maker decided you weren’t done. I’m so proud of the man you are, Wreck. You have no idea how proud.” He lets out a shaky exhale under you, gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him.

Wrecker licks his lips, your eyes zeroing in on the motion. “Okay, bun. I really love all the niceties of the moment, but I have one last question.”

Quickly nodding your head in response, you reply, “Of course, Wrecker. Anything.”

You feel his hands rove up from your hips, up your back and around to cup your cheeks. “I am dying to kiss you.” Looking at him, his eyes are glued to your lips, face blatantly displaying his want.

Giggling, you roll your eyes and go to reprimand him. “I don’t think that counts as a ques-”

Words are lost on you as Wrecker places his lips on yours for the first time. His lips are soft, and shy at first. You eagerly kiss back, taking him by surprise. He chuckles into the kiss at that.

You drop your hands to his chest, lightly gripping his shirt in your hand. Gentle pecks and whispered words of love between new lovers eventually become more urgent. One of his hands drops to your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace. You feel his tongue gently swipe across your bottom lip, asking permission and you moan in response.

Suddenly Wrecker’s invading your mouth, making you question why you’d ever waited this long to be with him. When you decide to nibble his bottom lip, he groans in response, his hand on your waist dropping to your ass, firmly gripping it and pressing you even harder into him.

Before things escalate, the two of you naturally slow things down. Still swapping kisses and sweet words, the two of you know this is as far as it needs to go. Things are still new, and you just want to enjoy each other’s presence. Wrecker finally pulls away, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

Suddenly you’re being manhandled in Wrecker’s lap as he pulls one of your legs out from behind him, and gently curls you up in his lap bridal style. Running one of his fingers mindlessly up and down your leg, he suddenly stops. “Hey, bunny?”

You mumble a response in the affirmative to him, being too cozy to dare and form words

He chuckles at the state of you, and gently squeezes you closer to him. “Why did you suddenly decide my hoodie was good enough to dig through my closet for anyway? Not that I mind at all.”

You inhale and respond sleepily, “Cold. I was really kriffing cold.”

Wrecker’s laughter could be felt throughout your body, and heard throughout the house at that answer. Even though you hadn’t planned on this outcome happening when you took his hoodie, you wouldn't have it any other way.

#the bad batch #tbb #star wars #sw #tbb wrecker #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker fluff #my mans deserves all the smooches in the world okay

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sluts4matt · 10 months ago

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SECRET (part three)

pairing: nate doe x sls!erika sturniolo

summary: she had hidden her feelings away for years, but with growing up and toxic relationships it was all starting to resurface.

warnings: none

word count: 1283

authors note: i'm sorry updates for this are so slow. edit: sorry for not posting this last night my little brother was in need of cuddles to sleep.

view my master list here

the past two weeks had been agonizing. i wasn't allowed to hang out with nate for a month. yet here he was, sitting in the living room after school playing play station with the boys.

i rubbed my hands over my face, sighing as i walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. "hey erika," nate greeted, causing me to smile. "hey nate," i say, getting a juice from the fridge.

"where's mom?" i ask.

"garage maybe?" nick said, looking away from his phone for a split second to look at me. "thanks," i say, shooting him air guns.

"mom!" i call, walking towards the garage. "mooooom!"

"what erika?" my mom says, poking her head out from behind the garage door.

"can kayla come over?" i ask, looking at her with pleading eyes. she sighs and shrugs her shoulders. "yes! thank you!" i exclaim, smiling widely. "thank you thank you!"

i run over and kiss her cheek, making her laugh. "open doors," marylou states with pointed fingers, "open doors." i roll my eyes and smile at her, nodding.

i pull my phone out of my pocket and dial kayla's number. "hello?"

"my mom said you can come over," i say excitedly. "be there in five," the girl on the other side giggles.

"she's gonna be here in five!" i yell, walking up the stairs. i get no response from any of the guys, and sigh, knowing they can't hear me over their own voices.

i go into my room and change into a new shirt, tossing my previous one into the hamper. i sit at my desk and wait for kayla, "i'm here!" a voice exclaims, making me turn to the doorway.

"she's here," i repeat, giving her a hug. "what first? gossip about sydney?" she asks, i roll my eyes at the mention of one of the girls we hated the most. the only true reason being she was rude as hell.

"no," i say, sitting back down, "how are things going with you and jay?" she groans and plops onto my bed, her eyes closed.

"not well," she groans. i give her a questioning look and she sits up. "i'm pretty sure he has a thing for someone else," she huffs, her hands moving wildly around her face.

"no," i deadpan, "what? no way. i thought he really liked you?"

"that's what i thought," she sighs, looking up.

"i'm so sorry kay," i whisper, hugging her again.

"it's fine," she laughs, her mood changing. "so, let's talk about you," she smirks. "not much there," i say, not mentioning anything about nate.

"sure," she chuckles. "oh, did you hear about the party at liz's house?" she asks, her eyes wide with excitement.

"liz? party? you've got to be kidding," i scoff, laughing a bit. "my mom would never let me go, especially not right after i just got busted for smoking and drinking," i tell her.

"that's why sneaking out is a fun thing to do," she says and i shake my head. "did it once, do it twice it becomes a habit," i state.

"oh come on," she whines.

"kay, if i get caught, i'm done," i stress. "fine," she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

"you can go," i say, her eyes lighting up, "but i can't, kay." she smiles and hugs me. "thanks eri," she says, standing up. "i'll see you at school," she says, walking out of the door.

"bye!"

a few days later, it was the weekend, and i was bored. the boys were on a trip to california and kayla was sick. i sighed as i watched the tv hung on my wall, changing the show every so often.

knocks sounded from my door, causing me to turn my head. "it open," i call. the door opens, showing my mom's face as she peaks her head in.

"i'm going shopping, need anything?" she asks, i shake my head and she shuts the door. a few moments later i hear her car leaving and the sound of the garage shutting.

i walk downstairs and check the time on my phone. 10:49 in big white letters, i groan, tugging at my brown roots.

"i should dye my hair," i say to myself, pulling my phone back out to google ideas.

after 30 minutes, i had a few good ones, i instacarted black and red hair dye to the house, as well as hair bleach and began the process.

i grabbed bowels, going to the bathroom where i set out old and stained towels.

i took a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror. "don't fuck up," i mumble to myself. i wet my hair, then began adding the bleach after mixing the toner and developer together.

as i applied the bleach, i foiled the strands. when i finished i set a timer for thirty minutes as i waited for the bleach to do its job.

after the timer went off, i rinsed my hair, the water running a gross, pale-yellow color down the drain. i washed my hair with purple shampoo to tone it, drying my hair some with a towel before parting it down the middle of my head.

i opened the red dye first, squeezing the contents of the tube out. i sectioned the hair on the left side and began adding the dye.

i repeated the steps until the whole left side of my head was covered in the red dye.

i repeated the steps with the black, waiting an hour for it to develop on my head before i rinse.

after i rinsed, i wrapped a towel around my head, blow-drying my hair and brushing through it. when i pulled the towel off, i smiled, running my fingers through the soft, now black and red strands.

i took a snap sending it the kayla, with the text 'thoughts??'.

'omg!'

'you look hot!'

'so much better than that boring brown'

i smiled at her texts, feeling a little more confident with my appearance. i put stuff away, throwing the empty tubes of dye in the trash and washing the bowels that held the contents.

i ran upstairs, grabbing my phone and flopping on my bed. i scrolled through tiktok, stopping to watch videos every now and then.

as i was about to fall asleep, my phone rang, making me jump. my mom's name popping up on my phone, the options accept or decline flashing.

"yeah?" i say, answering the phone. "be there in five, i need help carrying in groceries," she says. "ok," i reply, getting off of the bed as the phone goes dead.

i slip on some shoes and walk outside, the cold breeze blowing against my warm skin. i see my mom's car pulling up, before it pulls into the driveway. "you changed your hair," she states, getting out.

the trunk pops open, revealing the back loaded with grocery bags. "i was bored, do you like it?" you ask. she runs her fingers through it, squinting slightly due to the sun.

"looks good on you sweetheart," she says, smiling.

we make multiple trips, bringing in bags as fast as we can. "how was shopping?" i ask, helping her put the stuff away. "fine," she breathes, putting canned foods on a shelf.

"you have work later?" she asks, and i nod my head, "six o'clock sharp." she nods her head, "when's dad getting off work?" i ask, "four," she replies, checking the time.

"what's for dinner?" i ask, closing the fridge and grabbing my phone. "probably spaghetti," she says, "can you help set the table when it's time?"

i nod my head, "yep," i say and then go back upstairs.

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eksvaized · 1 year ago

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[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — alternative ending

>> Ghost x Reader

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

You open your eyes and yawn, your palm running across the blanket, trying to find your phone, so you could check the time.

You were supposed to just lay down for fifteen minutes, but you ended up sleeping for almost an hour.

At first, you roll around in the bed, hearing the creak of the mattress as you try to shake off the lingering sleep. Your gaze wanders aimlessly across the room until suddenly you realise something is… burning.

Your pupils dilate, and you jump up, stumbling over your feet as you run towards the kitchen.

The hallway is filled with thick grey smoke and you have to cover your nose and mouth to avoid breathing it in. You curse when you realise you burned the dinner; whatever you had left in the oven to cook was now ruined.

You keep coughing, and your eyes water, but eventually, you manage to open all the windows and the smoke evaporates. The lingering scent of a burnt dinner serves as a painful reminder of your culinary mishap, leaving you with a sense of inadequacy.

All you wanted to do was surprise your boyfriend, but somehow you screwed it all up.

Lately, you feel like you are a mess without him. You never realised that you could miss someone so much, but when Simon left for a mission, all your days began to blend into one. You felt like you were missing a part of yourself and all you could think about every night before falling asleep was that you wish he would come back sooner.

You check the time after cleaning up the kitchen, washing the dishes and tossing out the burnt food. You realise you still have an hour left to run to the shop, and then maybe grab some take-out on your way back.

You’ve already put on your shoes and are on your way out when you realise that you should probably leave a note for Simon in case he comes home while you are out.

Finding you here, making dinner was supposed to be a surprise, but now that it has been ruined, and he may return while you are gone, you don’t want him to be baffled by the mess and the fact that the house still smells like smoke.

Your feet carry you towards his office because you need a pen and a piece of paper, but when you try to open the door it is locked. You sigh and decide to send him a message instead.

However, as you press the send button and walk towards the front door, it opens and Simon comes in.

He doesn’t see you right away, but as his duffel bag falls to the floor and he glances around, perplexed, sniffing the air, his eyes fall on you.

Your lips curl into a smile and you move towards him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he picks you up, embracing you tightly. After putting you back on the ground, his hands settle on your hips.

“I missed you.” You say and your face lights up as a grin forms on your face. He smiles and his lips press to your brow as he nods his head.

“I missed you too, but why does my house smell like someone tried to start a bonfire in the kitchen?” He asks after finally letting you go.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and bite it. Your cheeks get bright red, and your chest flushes with embarrassment, as you scratch the side of your neck.

“I meant to surprise you by cooking you dinner, but I fell asleep and when I woke up, it all was burnt.” You explain as you shift your weight from one leg to the other, anxiously toying with your fingers.

Simon teases you about it for the rest of the night, but you relax when you realise he’s not mad at you for making the mess in the kitchen.

When you offer to run to the store and also bring home takeout, he refuses to let you go. You make no objections, and after he showers and changes into comfortable clothes, you both lie down in bed.

“Just pick something.” He mumbles into your hair, his gaze fixed on the phone in your hand.

You’re curled up in his arms, his fingers gently rubbing your back. Your head lies on his chest, and you’re holding a phone, your eyes glued to the screen as you attempt to decide what to order.

“But I don’t know what I want.” You groan as you scroll further, unable to pick anything. “What do you want?”

When you raise your head to look at him, his gaze meets yours and he rolls his eyes, but his lips curl into a smile. You hand him the phone, finally giving up, and deciding that you don’t care and that he should pick what he wants instead.

He tosses the phone on the mattress, and you gaze at him confused.

Simon then shifts and in one quick motion, he flips you on your back and gets on top of you. You giggle when he places his hands on either side of your head, entrapping you under him. His body casts a dark shadow over you, and you wrap your arms loosely around his neck when he dips his head.

“I want you.” He whispers and his lips brush against you, but he doesn’t kiss you.

“Hm, let me phrase this better... What do you want to eat? Because I don’t know and I honestly don’t care what we order.” You continue to act oblivious because it is fun to tease him.

He closes the space between you; your body flush against his. As his hands creep under your shirt and his icy fingers brush against your sides, trailing over your curves, a shiver runs down your spine.

He leaves a path of kisses from your jaw all the way to your exposed collarbone. Your skin feels ablaze, and his touch weakens you to the core.

“You look pretty delicious to me.” He smirks and you giggle again.

His lips press against yours with a desperate hunger, as if he’s a man gasping for air in a world devoid of oxygen. The intensity of his kiss overwhelms your senses, and the desire is palpable.

You can practically taste the desperation on his lips, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body as his fingers move with urgency, desperate to get you out of the clothes.

That evening, no food is ordered, but Simon’s hunger is fully satisfied, and after he is done with you and you roll onto your back, pulling the blanket over your body, trying to catch your breath, you realise that you are no longer starving either.

#PoisonousObsession:Ghost #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #writing #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n

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