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lowkeyremi · 14 days

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A drabble based off Samu's part of this post cuz I miss little haruki

summary: haruki has to hang out with his uncle 'tsumu while his parents are at the hospital

Atsumu and Haruki have been staring each other down since Osamu dropped him off ten minutes ago. Haruki has seen his uncle 'Tsumu many times before, even on TV, but never has his uncle babysat him.

"So kid... what do ya wanna do?" Usually when Atsumu's with his nephew it's under the supervision of you or Osamu. Being completely alone with him is new to both of them.

"Um. I don't know, do ya have any toys?" Your carbon copy asks.

"Nah, I don't play with toys, I'ma grown man." He explains to his nephew. The small child doesn't like that response, "When I'm a grown up I'm gonna play with toys!"

Atsumu ultimately forgets that Haruki is a little boy with childish ideas, so he chuckles at his statement.

"No ya won't, kid."

"Yes I will!"

"No ya won't."

"Yes I wi-"

"Hey! How 'bout we play some volleyball, huh?" The blond athlete realizes there is absolutely no point in fighting with a six year old.

"I hate volleyball, it's boring." A loud gasp escapes Atsumu's lips and he feels like he's been shot right in the chest.

"Yer lying, right? Haha that was pretty funny, made me laugh." He refuses to believe that any nephew or niece of his would hate volleyball. He has to be joking...

"'m serious! Papa took me to a volleyball camp last year 'n I hated it! Everyone was so mean to me 'n they kept telling me I couldn't hold the ball for myself." Well, there's the problem. As a six year old everything is about you, you, you. So, Atsumu assumes Haruki didn't like it because he wasn't the center of attention.

"Let me tell ya a lil' something. I'm gonna go get a volleyball and I'll tell ya this story while we're outside." Haruki's obviously skeptical of what his uncle plans on doing but he'll go along with it for right now.

The little boy sets his Sonic themed backpack down by the front door, when he makes sure all his toys are secure in his bag, he slowly stomps his way to the sliding glass doors that lead to his uncle's backyard.

There's a net that's way too big for Haruki to hit anything over it outside, which immediately discourages him. Atsumu soon returns with a volleyball in his hands, Haruki would assume with all that money his uncle makes he'd have a nicer looking volleyball, but the one he's holding is all beat up and dirty.

"Are ya too poor to get a better ball?" Atsumu doesn't even take it to offense because he knows Haruki is genuinely curious and not trying to be rude.

"Nah, this ball is older than ya are. 's the ball me n yer papa used to use when we were first startin' out." That seems to ignite a new interest in the little boy, well, if his excited gasps were anything to go by.

"I'ma give it to ya so ya'll have somethin' to use when you play." This isn't enough to convince Haruki to play volleyball but Atsumu's not done just yet. He still has to tell him the story, but first they have to set up the small net, so Haruki can hit over it.

Atsumu opens up his shed to find the little beat up box that contained he and Osamu's old volleyball net from their elementary school days.

"Woah! That net is the perfect size for me!" His nephew screeches in excitement.

"Yeah 's also older than ya." The two set up the net and Atsumu teaches Haruki the form to receive. He tosses the small boy a few so he can get used to receiving.

"Okay, so, I wanted to tell ya that, volleyball ain't all about you, but at the same time it is," Haruki doesn't say anything in return. No little kid wants to hear that everything isn't about them.

"I had trouble understandin' that m'self when I was growin' up. I thought- nah I knew I was the shit so I acted prideful 'bout it." His nephew gasps at him saying a bad word, but he doesn't interrupt his story.

"'n I really don't care who likes me and who doesn't. I was like that back then too, so I never really had anyone besides 'Samu to play with. Which was fine when we were young, but in a real game, ya need six people." Haruki nods his head to let his uncle know he's listening.

"I had to realize that volleyball was a team effort 'n I couldn't play the whole game, m'self," He pauses for a second to bump the ball back the Haruki.

"That was also when I started to realize, it really was all about me, 'cause if yer a good setter all yer hitters gotta rely on ya. They need ya to set to 'em." Haruki pauses for a second.

"What if I don't wanna set? I wanna be a hitter like papa was." Atsumu smiles at him.

"It applies to hitters too, if yer a good hitter then yer setter will most likely set to ya the most often, 'cause ya can score." Haruki's eyes light up with a new sense of hope.

"Will you teach me more about volleyball, Uncle 'Tsumu?" Atsumu's earlier dread has completely left his body, his nephew didn't hate volleyball, he hated not being the center of attention, just like Atsumu did.

The two go back into the house when the sun is almost down. Haruki had learned so much from his uncle, and he was excited to show all of it to you and Osamu.

Atsumu goes to call his brother to realize that he had missed 4 calls from him and a few texts with pictures attached.

"Haruki! Hurry up 'n get in here! Yer sister is born!!" Haruki comes running in with his new (old) volleyball.

"Lemme see her!!!" He tries to grab his uncle's phone.

"Be patient, ya little gremlin." Atsumu pulls up the picture and hands his phone to tiny, grubby hands. You look very tired, but a small smile graces your face and you're holding a tiny little bundle in your arms. The next couple of pictures are Osamu holding his daughter too.

"Ew, why is she so wrinkly?" Atsumu tries and fails to hold in a chuckle. His nephew's face is all scrunched up and disgusted.

"'s 'cause she was just born. She's been swimming 'round in yer ma's belly for the past nine months. Kinda like how ya stay in the bath for too long and yer fingers start to get wrinkly." Atsumu explains, Haruki's not convinced, at all.

"Ya looked the same way when ya were born." Haruki shakes his head so fast Atsumu wouldn't be surprised if his head popped off.

"Nuh-uh. I was never wrinkly!" Atsumu is quick to go through his albums to find the one of Haruki's birth.

"Yea ya did, look." Haruki takes a good look at the picture before jumping up in surprise.

"EWWW I WAS WRINKLY!!!!" He starts running around like a crazy animal on the loose, screams leaving his lips.

Atsumu snorts, "We were all wrinkly babies at one point." The setter also learns how rewarding being an uncle is.

©𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈 All works are written by me! Please do not copy, translate, or upload onto other sites thanks!

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beefybuckrrito · 2 years

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Keep Warm

Pairing: Ari Levinson x f!reader

Word count: 3.9k (lmaoooo sry)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, unprotected sex, we love a keeping warm trope, size kink if you squint

Author's note: this is for the Happy Hoelidays 2021 challenge by the wonderful @drabblewithfrannybarnes, @stargazingfangirl18, and @navybrat817! This was my first "challenge" and I had a lot of fun putting this together! Big thank you to @mjolnir-steve for beta-ing, giving me some great ideas, and putting up with me when I was too busy being thirsty for Ari to actually write sometimes 😂 comments, feedback, and reblogs are always welcome! I hope you enjoy~

After a long flight and an only slightly shorter drive did you finally see the cabin at the end of the road. The official start to your break, a drink in front of the fireplace, was just a few minutes away. The lowering sun made the sky a pretty orange as it stretched out behind the mountains, a few dark clouds creeping in from the distance. It was going to snow later and you wanted to make sure everyone was settled before it started. You figured you would be the last of the crew to arrive, so you were a bit surprised when you pulled up next to the only other car in the driveway. Maybe some people carpooled? You had no clue what anyone drove anymore, it had been well over five years since you had seen anyone who agreed to this little holiday gathering cooked up by Nat and Clint. Holidays were never really your thing, but it was a good excuse to get away from work and take a real vacation to catch up with some friends. Just as you were pulling your suitcase out of the trunk of your rental, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, finally catching a signal.

Natty: Hey babes! So a slight change of plans... Clint and I ended up missing our flight and due to the storm headed that way we’re not going to be able to make it for another day or so. But don’t worry! We’re coming. You’ll just have to hang with Ari until then ;) x

Shit. What a great way to start your vacation, alone in a house with the guy you hardcore crushed on in college who barely knew you existed. You took a deep breath and quickly replied.

T: I think I can handle myself for 24 hours 😒 You kids have a safe flight! x

You shook your head at yourself for suddenly being so nervous and made your way up the steps. A lot can happen in five years. Maybe he’s married now, or at least in a relationship? Well, you were going to find out soon enough and you knocked on the door.

“I was starting to think you all forgot about this week! Finally I’m not the only one he‒ oh hey, Teacup.” Ari's boisterous greeting softened once he realized it wasn’t his old roommates. You were absolutely not expecting to hear that nickname again. One pottery class in college and you were gifting people mugs and tea sets left and right because you couldn’t afford any other presents for birthdays that year. You don’t remember if he had ever referred to you by that before, or at all, really. Your heart pounded in your chest and you cleared your throat before returning his smile.

“Hey, Ari. Long time, no see. You hear from Nat and Clint? They missed their flight and are gonna be a day or two late with that snow coming.” You fiddled with the bottom of your coat as you looked up at him. His hair was long and luscious as ever, maybe even a bit longer, but now he had a thick beard to match it. It was a very good look for him, to say the least.

“Of course they did. Steve said Buck decided to drive the whole way, so they’re coming in later, too.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Guess it’s just you and me for now. Go get unpacked and I’ll throw some more wood on the fire.” He stepped back into the cabin to allow you entrance and headed for the living room.

The beautiful wooden structure looked like the holiday section of the craft store had thrown up all over it, surely courtesy of Nat’s sister who lived nearby. You made your way upstairs to the bedrooms and ventured into the room at the end of the hallway. After unpacking and changing out of your travel clothes, you came down the stairs to see Ari splayed out on the couch, ever the king of manspreading. You entered the living room and perched on a cushy chair next to the couch, taking in the full festive atmosphere. “Yelena really did a number on this place, didn’t she? The cheerful little elf.” You chuckled and smoothed out the blanket draped over the arm of your chair.

“Still not a fan of the holidays, then?” Ari sat up a bit and tilted his head while looking at you. “I remember you being our resident grinch once the decorations started going up.” Was his gaze really on you for as long as it felt like it was? You needed a drink.

“Nope. It’s why I came out here to see you guys, actually. To get away from my roommate turning the place into a winter wonderland while her parents came to visit. Guess I didn’t escape after all.” You stood from your seat and padded over to the well-stocked bar Clint had promised everyone. “Can I get you something?”

“Oh, so you didn’t come because you missed all of us? I’m hurt, Teacup!” Ari laughed and clutched his chest, feigning pain. “I’m just excited to be back home for the holidays, to see you guys. Getting all nostalgic over us doing the holidays our way.” He watched you cross the room. It had been a while since he had last seen you, but you looked good as ever. The sweater you wore hung loose, falling off a shoulder and stopped just above your ass which was delightfully on display thanks to your choice of leggings. The little fuzzy socks on your feet just made you look even cuter. “If your taste is still the same as it was back in the day, I'll have what you’re having. And served with one of those pretty smiles, please.”

He flashed you a big, goofy grin as you rolled your eyes and handed him a glass, the smile you were trying to fight tugging at the corner of your mouth. Is he really flirting with you right now? “I’ll call this one ‘Oh the Who-manity’ to be seasonally appropriate.” This was easily the most attention he had ever given you at one time. You took a large swig of your drink, the alcohol burning the back of your throat and helping to clear your head. He was always a flirt, typically with other girls, but he was probably just being friendly since it had been so long.

“So you haven’t seen the others since we graduated, either?” You took a reasonably-sized sip this time and sat on the opposite end of the couch, turning to face him.

Ari shook his head and ran a hand through his hair before mirroring your position, “I haven’t. Been too busy with all of the diving stuff. This is my first break in a while. It'll be great to see everyone.” He raised his glass towards you. “It’s good to see you.” He smiled as you leaned forward to clink yours against it.

“You, too.” You peered into your beverage for a moment, swirling the liquid around and doing your best to not get lost in those stupidly pretty blue eyes in front of you. “So you’ve been doing all of your diving in wonderful warm places and you decided your vacation is going to a place where it’s about to snow?” you teased and gestured to a window. The sun had almost disappeared from the sky but illuminated it just enough to show snowflakes dancing in the air.

“Believe it or not, I do miss seeing some snow. But I will have to get used to trying to keep warm again.” He winked and adjusted the collar of his flannel. Sure, he joked about being cold, but you were already warming him up just fine. There was never really an opportunity for the two of you to be alone all those years ago. You met because you were friends with his roommates, so you were always there to see them when you were over, but now he really had a chance to look at you. He’d always found you attractive, but seeing you so relaxed, glowing in the light of the fireplace, confirmed his suspicion that he would do just about anything to see you under or on top of him. He had a funny feeling you wouldn’t exactly say no to him, either.

Your belly felt warm at that wink. “I’m sure you’ll manage.” You inwardly cringed, hoping he didn’t think you were trying to deflect him or anything. He used to make you so nervous, you just didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“I could, but it would be a lot more fun with some company.” The tension between you was palpable at this point, and your heart hammered in your chest. He was just ridiculously handsome - the thick hair and beard, those blue eyes sparkling with mischief, the broad shoulders and chest that made his flannel shirt pull taut. You were dying to get your hands on him, but you just couldn’t. It was too overwhelming right now.

“I’ve been traveling all day, so I think I’m going to call it an early night.” You downed the remainder of your drink and stood up into a big stretch, raising your arms above your head. “Good night, Ari. Stay warm.” You threw him a wink over your shoulder as you headed to your room.

Your entire body was still on fire by the time you had finished getting ready, so you changed into just an oversized t-shirt for sleep. Pulling yourself under the thick blankets, you groaned at the thought of what you and Ari could be doing right now. Were you chickening out? Were you teasing him? Probably a bit of both, in reality. Heavy footsteps came up the stairs soon after you settled into bed and you heard a door click shut close by. You must have picked the room next to his. Exhausted from the combination of a long day of travel and the stress and horniness of being alone with your college crush who had become extra flirty, you quickly nodded off into dreaming about all the places that glorious beard could go, swearing you could hear soft moaning.

The bright sunlight poured through the window, uncomfortably bright even through your closed eyelids. The more awake you became, you realized how cold your nose was. Your body was still toasty warm under the heavy blankets but the air around you was much colder than it had been last night. Did the heat go out? Was that music what you thought it was? The high you were riding from last night was quashed the second the cold air hit you when you slipped out from under the covers, the cheery music blasting from downstairs not helping your mood, either. You stepped into a pair of joggers and fuzzy slippers and pulled a hoodie over your thin t-shirt. You padded downstairs in desperate need of caffeine.

“Good morning! The heat is out and there’s at least two feet of snow outside, isn’t it the most wonderful time of the year?” Ari sang along to the song playing on the turntable in the living room. He was wearing a different flannel shirt today, dark jeans, and his hair was a little tousled from sleep.

You groaned and made your way over to the coffeemaker, pouring yourself a cup from the half-full pot. “It’s freezing and you’ve decided to further hurt me with this music. That’s mean, Levinson.” You fixed the coffee to your liking and cradled it in your hands to warm your digits.

“Tis the season to be jolly, T. You’re not doing a very good job.” He adjusted one of the hanging decorations and grinned at you.

“I would be a lot more jolly if I were warm.” You grumbled into your mug, watching the steam swirl around in the cold air. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I managed to keep myself warm just fine, like you said to. Plenty of nice thoughts to help me out.” He winked and gestured over to the fireplace. “Yelena said someone will come by to take a look at the furnace, but they’ll have to wait until the roads are cleared which will probably take a while since we’re so far out. At least we have the fireplace.”

“Are you really getting back at me for calling it an early night and not helping you keep warm?” You narrowed your eyes at him and scurried over to the living room, yanking a throw blanket off the couch and plopping yourself right down on the floor in front of the flames. “I am only leaving this spot for food and drink.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just suddenly feeling very festive!” Ari chuckled and flipped the record, beginning a new set of joyous songs, much to your dismay. “And it looks like you’re the one who could use some warming up now. Anything I can do to help?” He took another sip of his coffee and sat down beside you. How was he not freezing right now? Then you thought back to him being one of those guys who would wear shorts until the first snow of the year.

You grumbled at his cheery and innocent act and downed the rest of your coffee. Opening the blanket cocoon you had wrapped around yourself, you gestured for him to join you in it. You regretted backing out of things last night. You needed to get over yourself. Ari quickly pulled the blanket off of you, causing you to yelp at the cold air rushing over you. He swung the blanket around his shoulders like a cape and sat behind you, wrapping his arms and the blanket around you and pulling you against him.

“Now, isn’t this better?” He murmured into your shoulder and stretched his legs on either side of you, effectively surrounding you with his warmth. It felt nice to have you in his arms like this, never having held you before. He was worried he had come on too strong last night and didn’t want to scare you off, but you kept flirting back, so he tried going a goofy and playful route today.

Your heart skipped a beat as you felt yourself getting wrapped up in his embrace. “Much better. If you wanted to cuddle so badly, you could have just asked instead of torturing me with these festivities.” You shifted back and forth to get more comfortable and wiggle yourself closer to his warmth.

Ari stifled a groan as he felt your hips inch up his inner thighs, his cock starting to harden at your proximity, and he instinctively wrapped his arms tighter around your middle. “Well, I think you did a fine job teasing me last night and I had to get you back a bit.” He rocked back and forth with you, pushing his hips against your ass as much as he could from that angle.”You want to know what I thought about to keep myself warm last night?”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. It was one thing to be flirting a little and making jokes but to be wrapped up in Ari’s arms with him ready to tell you his dirty thoughts was an entirely different game and that ball of nerves and arousal rolled around your belly again. “I’d love to.”

“You see, I was torn between imagining you bent over the arm of that chair while I pounded as many orgasms out of you as you could take,” he nudged his nose against the side of your neck, letting his warm breath ghost over your skin, “or having you slowly ride me on the couch in front of the fire and edge yourself for as long as possible.” He hummed and ground his now fully erect hardness against you, his lips skimming the shell of your ear. “What do you think about that, Teacup?”

"I think you should get your ass onto the couch right now." You said breathlessly, your arousal beating out your nervousness. The chuckle that Ari let out made his beard tickle the skin on the side of your neck. You hummed at the chaste kiss he placed just behind your ear before standing up. Once he was situated on the couch, you climbed atop his meaty thighs and pressed yourself as close to him as possible. His cerulean irises were thin rings around his blown pupils and you never wanted him to stop looking at you like that. You thrust your hands into his thick hair, something you had been dying to do since you met him, and crushed your lips together.

"So you're more feisty now? I like it, T.'' Ari mumbled against your mouth as he slid his hands up your shirt and hoodie to softly squeeze your sides. He licked at your lips searching for entrance that you quickly granted. Your skin felt so soft under his rough hands, and the way you rolled your body against his was addictive.

Your body felt alight under Ari's hands, just him smoothing them up and down your back and sides was driving you crazy. You grasped at the bottom of your hoodie and pulled it over your head, taking your t-shirt with it and leaving your chest bare to him. Before you could register how cool the air was against your breasts, his warm hands cupped them, rolling your already sensitive nipples between his fingers. "Oh, Ari…" You ground yourself down harder against the bulge in his sweatpants and continued to card your hands through his hair, gently scratching your nails against his scalp.

"Already love your sounds, T. Can't wait to hear 'em all." He broke the kiss to dip his head down and pull a nipple into his mouth. You purred in delight and your grip briefly tightened on his hair, causing him to moan.

As he lavished your breast in attention with his mouth, you did your best to unbutton his flannel shirt, revealing his deliciously well-built torso. You ran your fingers through his chest hair and squeezed his massive pecs, relishing in the deep moan you pulled from him. "You've got some nice sounds yourself." You dipped your head down to run your tongue along the shell of his ear.

Without warning, he stood up, causing you to emit a surprised squeak as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He held you tight against him as he reached beneath you to hook a finger into the waistband of his pants and pull them down along with his underwear. You felt his cock spring up and hit your clothed ass and you moaned, gripping onto him tighter with your legs. "If you keep me wrapped up like this, I can't get those pants off…" Without another word, you released your legs and let him slowly slide you down his body. The second your feet touched the floor, you shimmied out of your joggers and panties. You both took a minute just to look at each other, your eyes trailing over every curve and angle. He always looked good to you, but having him naked, hard, and soon to be inside you was something else entirely. You weren't even sure all of him was going to fit, but you'd be damned if you weren't going to try. Ari collected your hand and led you forward and he sat back on the couch, pulling you back onto his lap.

You wasted no time in dragging your nearly dripping core back and forth over his cock, moaning at the sensation. As you slid back, Ari pressed his length against your belly, picturing how deep he'd be seated inside you. "Think you can take it all, T? I bet it'll be a real snug fit."

As much as you wanted to take the time to explore each other's bodies, you didn't want to wait any longer. You sat up a bit, hovering just above him as he teased his thick head through your soaked folds. You braced your hands on his big shoulders and slowly sunk yourself down on his length, mewling as he stretched you out.

"Ari…" You stilled once you were fully seated in his lap, his thick cock making you feel fuller than you ever had before. Your hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, your fingertips digging into plush muscle. After a moment of adjusting, you gently rolled your hips forward, eliciting moans from both of you.

"See? I knew you could take it. So tight and perfect. Like you were made for me." Ari found your hips and kneaded the soft flesh of your ass with his large hands. "You feel so fuckin' good, T."

His words just made you needier and you finally raised your hips and slammed yourself down on him. "Love how you feel, Ari. So big." You bounced yourself on his cock, your fingers gripping his pecs tighter as you watched his head roll back with pleasure. As much as you wanted to bring his dream to life and edge yourself, you were already so close, each time he entered you his head rubbed against your g spot just right. Your walls squeezed him as you drove yourself closer to your peak.

"Love how your pussy is just pulling me in, so wet and tight." Ari slipped a hand around to your front, palm pressing just above your pubic bone and thumb lazily rolling over your clit. "I can feel you're close. It's okay, darlin'. You can come. I've been dreaming about seeing this for so long I'm not gonna make you wait."

Just a few more strokes of his thumb over your clit threw you over the edge. You keened, your head falling back as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you and you clenched around his cock repeatedly. "Oh fuck, Ari. God, you feel so good." You ground your hips down against him, wanting to make the pleasure of your release last longer.

"Fuck, darlin', this pussy is so perfect." Ari grunted as he snapped his hips up into you, enjoying the fact he could lift you off the couch with his force. "Gonna need you to keep me warm every night we're here."

"This cock feels so good, baby. I'll keep you warm." You moaned, reaching behind you to gently fondle his balls with your fingertips. "Need to watch you come apart and fill me up, Ari. Wanna be full of you all week." You pinched his nipple with your free hand and hummed in delight as he gripped your hips tighter as he drove into you. Just a few more thrusts and Ari was shouting your name, his bruising grip pulling you down on him so he could spill himself as deep in you as possible. You collapsed against him, your chests moving together with labored breath.

After a moment, he gently rolled you onto your back, both of you groaning as he slid himself out of you. You watched him stand and cross the room, your eyes dancing over the wide expanse of his back and down to his equally muscular ass and legs. He quickly returned with a warm washcloth to clean you up and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. "How's that for keeping you warm, T?"

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Try Again

Kozik x OFC (Tawnie Trager) (ft. Dad!Tig Trager)

Request by Anon: Kozik x female reader, where reader is Tig's first daughter (bit older than the twins, called Tawnie for lols) and no-one knows they're together, until Kozik overhears Gemma question Tawnie about the hickeys - who is like "I'm not sure whether to be mad that they're there, or mad that they're not that good" and then Kozik is pretty much like, 'challenge accepted', and Tig catches them when Kozik tries to leave better ones...?

Prequel can be found Here

Warnings: language, alcohol, slight steam

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I changed it to an OFC because the prompt felt almost a little too specific to keep it as a reader-insert lol. Hope you don’t mind! Also, y’all really like seeing Kozik come within an inch of his life with Dad!Tig lmaoooo love it

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She walked into the office with a box of files in her hands. Setting it down on Gemma’s desk, she let out a sigh. Rolling and cracking her neck, she pulled her hair back for a moment to help cool down. Normally she wouldn’t be caught dead with her hair down in the middle of summer, but things had gotten a little heated the night before and Kozik had left a scattering of hickeys on the side of her neck. The rule was always to keep it below the collar but they both got a little wrapped up in things. It wasn’t a huge deal when it happened for him—he could blame it on any of the women who hung around the clubhouse. But for her it was a bit of a tougher situation.

Her father had made it clear from the get-go that she and both of her sisters were off-limits to every man in the club. Even men who were friends of the club. No one was to do so much as toss a wink or a potentially flirtatious comment their way. And for as much as she tried to tell her father that he was being ridiculous, that she was a grown woman who could and would make her own decisions, he never budged. After all, Tig had never been known for being a man to compromise.

So it was bad enough that she was sneaking behind her father’s back with someone in the club. What made it even worse was the fact that it was the one person in the MC that he couldn’t stand. She didn’t even remember how her and Kozik fell into the situation that they were in. He was always friendly with her, but he was one of the most cautious around her because he knew that Tig wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in him if he so much as thought Kozik was hitting on his daughter. And yet, somehow that flipped completely around and the two of them were sneaking off whenever the situation allowed for it.

The last few months were playing at hyper-speed in her mind as she let herself breathe for a moment in the privacy of Gemma’s office. She was staring blankly down at the box that she had just brought in, too zoned out to notice the fact that Gemma had walked in behind her.

“Well, well, well,” Gemma chuckled as she walked up behind her, “What’d you get yourself into last night, T?”

Fear shot down her spine and she instantly let her hair go, “What?”

Gemma shook her head, “Too late to hide it now, sweetheart,” she brushed her hair out of the way to get a better look at her neck, “Since you’re busted, you gotta tell me,” she leaned back against the desk, “Who done it, Tawnie?”

She rolled her eyes, “You cannot tell my dad.”

Gemma chuckled, “What Tig doesn’t know won’t hurt him. So,” she nudged Tawnie’s shoulder, “spill the beans, sweetheart.”

Kozik was about to walk in to ask Gemma about something when he heard the two of them talking. He stopped himself, lurking right outside the door. He was curious to see how the conversation was going to go—he wanted to know if Tawnie would actually confide in someone about the two of them. He’d been good, he hadn’t told a single soul about the two of them being together. It was too small of a town and word traveled way too fast. His days were numbered as it was and he didn’t want to shorten his lifespan any more than necessary by having Tig find out that he was hooking up with his daughter.

Tawnie sighed, running her hands down her face, “Kozik.”

Gemma’s eyes went wide, “Honey, why do you want him to get the shit kicked out of him?”

She laughed, “I don’t! I don’t. Please, please don’t tell my dad.”

“I won’t,” Gemma shook her head slightly, “How’d that happen, anyway?”

She shrugged, feeling the heat rise slightly in her cheeks, “I don’t really know. It all sorta just…fell together.”

“How long?”

She paused, not wanting to admit how long they’d been hiding it, “Couple months.”

“A couple months?” Gemma chuckled and shook her head, “You’ve been sneaking around for a couple months and the man still can’t leave a proper hickey?”

She laughed, giving her a playful shove, “Gemma!”

“What? I’m just saying,” she glanced at her neck, “I could leave a better one than that. And your father would be much less pissed off about it.”

“You gonna give him a how-to manual, Gemma?”

She shook her head, “That’s something he’s gotta learn on his own, sweetheart.”

She laughed, “Is that something you’d like updates on?”

Gemma smiled as she fixed Tawnie’s hair, covering back up the marks on her neck, “You won’t need to tell me—I’ll see it for myself.”

There were a few beats of silence before she spoke up again, “Thank you for, y’know, not ratting me out to my dad.”

She smiled, “The girls gotta stick together.”

Taking that as her cue to leave, Tawnie made her way towards the office door. Kozik heard the sound of her footsteps and tried to back off enough so that it wouldn’t seem obvious that he was waiting right outside the door for her. Despite the distance, though, his face gave him away. She could tell from his expression that he was trying to cover for himself, which meant that he had most definitely heard her conversation with Gemma. She felt a little bad, but she also wanted to see what he was going to say.

“Oh, hey,” she smiled, tilting her head slightly, “You good?”

He nodded, “Yea, I’m…I’m good. Is, uh, is Gemma in there?”

So he was going to play it off for the time being. Two could play at that game. She nodded, “Yea, just got in.”

“Alright, cool. Thanks. I’ll see you later?”

She nodded, “Yea of course. You gonna be around tonight for the party?”

“Are you?”

She smiled, “I think so.”

A smirk passed over his face for a moment, “Then I think so too.”

The day went by quickly. She kept herself busy with random things around the garage and the clubhouse. Normally she’d be getting her hands dirty working on whatever needed repairs, but if she couldn’t tie her hair back out of the way, she wasn’t even going to bother. It would’ve been more trouble than it was worth.

She was helping bring in a few cases of beer as people started showing up for the party. It was dark out by that point, music and loud conversations already starting to flow out through the walls of the clubhouse. She smiled and shook her head to herself as she bumped the door open with her hip.

“T,” Jax appeared on the other side of the bar from her and gave his most charming smile, “grab me a beer, please?”

She rolled her eyes but did as he asked. She popped the top off of it before handing it to him, “I’m not a bartender, Teller.”

“If you’re on that side of the bar, you’re a bartender. Those are the rules.”

She laughed and shook her head before grabbing a beer for herself, “Guess you can carry your own shit in next time.”

Making her way back to the side of the bar that wouldn’t land her with more responsibilities, she looked around the clubhouse. Everyone was hanging out having a good time. A few of the guys were playing pool, and some of them already had women draped over their laps. She chuckled as she sat herself down on a stool at the bar. Pressing the beer bottle to her lips, she silently looked for Kozik in the midst of the chaos.

They locked eyes from across the room. He was sitting on the sofa, one of the women from Cara Cara tucked underneath his arm. She almost felt herself getting jealous, but when he smiled at her all of those feelings faded away. They both knew that the price of keeping their relationship a secret was having to allow a certain amount of flirtation from the people around them. He never got too close with any of the women who hung around the clubhouse, but he couldn’t be too cold and dismissive without at least one of the guys giving him shit about it.

Tawnie refused to break eye contact as she took a long drink from her beer bottle. She could see it in his eyes that even though the party had barely started, he already wanted to leave with her. She would’ve been up for that, too, if he asked. But she knew that he wouldn’t. She contented herself with keeping an eye on everyone around her.

Tig walked up, throwing a loving arm around his daughter’s shoulders, “How you doin’, doll?”

She chuckled and leaned against him for a moment, giving him a side-hug, “I’m good, Dad. Enjoying the party?”

“Always,” he laughed, “But are you?”

She chuckled, nodding, “You know me—I’m more than happy to just sit back and watch everyone else get into trouble.”

“Good way to stay out of it.”

“Exactly,” she gave him a playful nudge, “Go keep the boys in line, alright?”

He smiled, pressing a brief kiss to the top of her head, “Love you, T.”

“Love you too,” she laughed as he took off into the fray of things.

Once the party had really gotten underway, Kozik made his way over to her. It felt safer to be closer when there was so much else going on around them—they weren’t on anyone’s radar. He leaned in close so that only she could hear him. At first it was just jokes, off-hand comments about what was going on around them. She’d laugh and shake her head, and Kozik could swear that he’d never heard a better sound.

“Think we could sneak out for a bit?” he asked.

She looked at him, eyebrows raised, “Oh?”

He nodded, “Yea,” he pushed her hair back behind her shoulder, “because apparently I have some work to make up for.”

Heat rushed to her face and she wanted to hide behind her hands. Even though she knew that he had heard the conversation with Gemma, talking about it was an entirely different thing. She looked up at him, a nervous smile on her face.

“I didn’t say—”

“Don’t even,” he laughed and shook his head.

She laughed as well, knowing that there was no trying to soften the blow to his ego. He seemed to be handling it just fine, though. They both looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them before sneaking back towards the dorms.

Once they were in the hall, out of the main cluster of the clubhouse, Kozik instantly had his hands all over her. He walked up behind her, sliding his hands up her sides beneath her top. Without thinking about it, she melted back into him, reaching back with one hand to trail her fingers down the side of his face. His fingers gripped onto her side as he kissed along her shoulder. He spun her around so that her chest was pressed against his, pushing her back against the wall.

He crashed his lips into hers as he pinned her to the wall. She gripped the edges of his kutte and attempted to pull him as close as she possibly could. They knew it was reckless to not even bother waiting to get to his dorm, but she wasn’t in the mood to be telling him to stop. Any and all responsible thoughts left her brain the second he bit down on her bottom lip.

He pulled his lips off of hers, trailing them down along her jaw and peppering her with kisses all along the way. She couldn’t help but to smile as he placed a kiss on her neck, “Gonna give it another shot?”

His laughter vibrated against her skin, “I feel like I have to. Can’t let Gemma disrespect me like that.”

She laughed and was about to make a smart remark when she felt his teeth against the sensitive skin of her neck. Her fingers wound their way into his hair, eyes fluttering shut as his hand slipped up the front of her shirt as he continued to suck a dark mark into the side of her throat. His name was about to fall from her lips in a quiet moan when their moment was interrupted.

“What the fuck is this?” Tig snapped, eyes darting back and forth between the two of them.

Kozik immediately backpedaled, nearly plastering himself against the opposite wall from Tig’s daughter. Tawnie’s face was flushed, hair and shirt a mess as she tried to look anywhere but into the eyes of her dad. She knew it was their own doing, but she still didn’t want to have to have this conversation with him.

“You’re a dead motherfucker,” within a split second Tig was charging at Kozik,

“Dad!” Tawnie jumped in, barely being able to wedge herself between the two men before serious damage was done, “Dad, stop!” she shoved him backwards with all the strength she could muster.

Tig’s chest was heaving as he looked down at his daughter, “What the fuck, T?”

“You don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t see,” she sounded much more confident than she really felt.

“This,” he pointed at Kozik, “is not a good choice, Tawnie.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me!”

Kozik’s eyes were bouncing back and forth between the two Tragers. It wasn’t often that he saw Tawnie get heated and defensive about things. He’d certainly never pictured her speaking like that to her own father. He wanted to step in and say something but he had the feeling that that was only going to make it worse.

“And you,” Tig’s eyes bored into his, “what the fuck are you thinking?!”

It was hard to try and sound tough when Tawnie was the only thing standing between him and getting his ass beat. He still tried, though. He rested his hands protectively on her shoulders and looked directly into Tig’s eyes.

“I’m think that she’s right. That you don’t get to make that decision for us.”

“For us?” Tig stepped in closer, his blood boiling.

“I’m an adult, Dad,” Tawnie was shaking her head, “And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you get to criticize who I’m seeing when you were about to bring some random woman back to your dorm,” she cocked one eyebrow.

That got Tig to recoil a bit. He hooked his thumbs onto his belt-loops, trying to figure out what he wanted his next move to be. After a few moments of incredibly tense silence, he looked back at his daughter, “We aren’t done talking about this.”

Before she could try to give any kind of sass in return, Tig turned around and headed back towards the main part of the clubhouse, the woman he was about to whisk away following suit. Tawnie let out a deep sigh of relief as she leaned back against Kozik, taking comfort in the feeling of his arms draped over her shoulders as he kissed the top of her forehead.

“Did you think you were gonna die?” she laughed.

He chuckled, loosely wrapping his arms around her neck as he pulled her back against him, “For a second, yea.”

“My last resort would’ve been telling him that Gemma told you to do it,” she tilted her head back so she could look up at him.

He smiled down at her, “I kinda wish that you did, just so we could see his reaction.”

“He still might’ve killed you.”

“Maybe,” he sighed as he rested his forehead lightly against the back of her head.

“Does this mean you’re going to bail on your redemption plans?”

He slid his hands down so that they were resting on her hips again. Without a word he turned her and began pushing her down the hall in the direction of his dorm. She laughed as she let herself be guided down the row of doors.

“I don’t give up that easy,” he laughed quietly as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

#sons of anarchy #soa #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #kozik #herman kozik #kozik x oc #herman kozik x oc #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc #oc tawnie #oc tawnie trager

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ticklishpeter · 3 years

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remember when?

gfhdjbh this is so self-indgulgent. pls enjoy my second fic for diego’s day ! tw for,,,,,, pee i guess lmaoooo

fandom: the umbrella academy characters: diego & all the other hargreeves siblings!!! summary: klaus calls a family meeting; chaos ensues. word count: 1,691

The shrill sound of a bell rang through the mansion as Klaus sang out, obnoxiously loud, “FAMILY! FAAAMILYYYY!” The strong vibrato making Ben angrily cover his ears.

All six siblings met in the room fairly quickly; everyone looking either confused or tired... or both. “What is it, Klaus?” Luther grumbled, sleepily scratching the back of his head.

“I’ve been watching our little old... home videos,” he held up air quotes, “and I came across,” chuckling, he put a video tape into the small television in front of the group, “such a lovely little memory.”

A few seconds of fuzzy fast-forwarding later, the content of the tape made Diego’s stomach drop; it was an old ‘security tape,’ from when they all were 11 years old, of all six of his siblings pinning him down and tickling him to tears.

“I remember that. You guys tickled him until he cried,” Vanya exclaimed with an amused smile, watching the screen.

“Oh, he did more than cry, if I remember correctly,” Luther snickered.

Yes, they made him pee his pants from laughing so hard. No, he would never admit it or talk about it ever again.

His face began to heat up, and as soon as each and every one of his siblings glanced over at him, he bolted off of the couch and ran away; at least... he attempted to run away. He didn’t get very far before he was taken down to the floor by his giant, half-ape brother.

“NO! KLAUS! — LUTHER! — DAMMIT, FUCK OFF!!” Diego growled, trying his very best to fight off his siblings, but it was six to one, and practically hopeless. And he knew exactly what was about to happen.

Luther managed to grab Diego’s upper arms, pinning them to the floor, as Klaus and Vanya each straddled a thigh. Leaving Allison, Five, and, while only visible to Klaus, Ben standing by; almost exactly like old times. Ben’s go-to spot used to be on the thigh that Vanya was now on, but he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that their sister was finally getting herself involved.

Allison took no time to start poking around at his stomach with two index fingers, and Diego’s tough facade lasted about two seconds before he fell into a fit of gasps and yelps, trying not to laugh. “No! It —” His voice was strained and rather high-pitched.

“What? Does it tickle? Huh? Does it tickle, Diego?” Allison cooed in her best baby voice as she wiggled one nail around the surface of his belly.

He tried his hardest to frown but he just couldn’t hold back the giggles that were flooding out of him. It was just one finger, and no one else was doing anything except watching him; why the fuck was he so giggly already?

“I-it doesn’t! It doesn’t t-tick —” he stifled a laugh and squirmed, angling his body away from Allison’s finger ever so slightly.

“It doesn’t what?” Adding her other pointer finger, she poked and scratched around his abs.

“D-doesn’t... t-tickle! Shut up!” he squeaked, saying the word made the dam break again as his shoulders began to bounce.

As Diego gasped through his laughter, trying to keep it quiet, Five kneeled down to his other side, squeezing at his ribcage. “C’mon Diego, laugh it up, you know you want to,” his menacing smile and teasing words catching Diego off-guard; he wasn’t used to Five being in such a mood.

“S-s-stooop,” he whined, almost akin to a toddler about to snitch to their mom. Giggling into his shoulder, he felt his face begin to heat up.

As if he wasn’t about to scream already, Ben reached over Allison’s shoulder, lifted Diego’s shirt only slightly and wiggled a few fingers in and around Diego’s bellybutton.

“NO!” You’d think he was being stabbed by one of his knives with how loud he screamed, and how violently he’d flinched.

Five and Allison looked confused for a second before Klaus’ voice piped up, “Ooh, Ben’s getting the tickle button!” They all couldn’t help but grin; of course he was. The way Diego’s face quickly reddened, and the way his laugh’s pitch heightened was enough of a sign.

“It’s! No, it’s — it’s not a ti — GAH! I-it’s not a b-b-button!” That definitely wasn’t what he meant to say; he just didn’t want to say the dreaded word.

“Pretty sure it’s called a belly button, Diego. What are you talking about?” Vanya couldn’t help but giggle with sheer amusement.

“Yeah, and it is a tickle button because every time you touch it, this happens.” Klaus reached up to poke at his navel, which resulted in a ticklish yelp and approximately 5 successive curse words.

Klaus, with his other hand, then began to pinch and squeeze at his brother’s thigh and Vanya followed suit.

“NOHOHO, — SHIT, NO!” he hiccuped, much to his chagrin, “GUYS, FUCKING — FUCK!! FUCKING STOHOHOHOP, STOPSTOP, GOD D-DAMMIT!”

Five scoffed, a dimple showing on one of his cheeks, “And you all say I have a potty mouth.” His squeezes moved to his vigilante brother’s upper stomach, as Allison focused on the center, her nails now also finding his navel.

Squealing as his legs shook fervently, Diego tugged on his arms with all the strength he could muster (which wasn’t much) and squirmed around as much as he could. God, this was humiliating. He was painfully aware of the squeaky and pathetic sounds he was making but could not, for the life of him, stop making them, which made his face burn.

“Aww, Diego, you sound like a big baby!” Klaus laughed, poking up and down his designated thigh in no particular rhythm, before laughing again at Diego rapidly shaking his head, now practically unable to speak.

“Don’t make any noise and we’ll let you go.” Allison taunted over Diego’s uncharacteristically boisterous squeals, spidering five nails across the middle of his stomach.

“FUCK OFF!” he yelled before quickly changing his tone after she poked a torturous nail into his navel. “OKAY, OKAY, I WON’T MAKE ANY NOISE,” he rambled, turning his head away.

“Deal,” Allison smiled, beginning to drag a single nail in circles around his tummy, slowly but surely closing in on his goddamned belly button.

A sharp exhale left poor Diego’s nose, and she wasn’t even close to the middle of his stomach yet, but he knew what was coming... and that made it ten times worse.

“That wasn’t a noise, right?” Luther genuinely asked before Allison and Klaus shook their heads. “We’ll let it slide for wittle baby Diego’s sake.” Allison mused, relishing in Diego’s reaction as he shook his head into his shoulder and scrunched his face up.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!” Klaus giggled, clearly having the time of his life.

Five chuckled, loving the nostalgic shared moment with his siblings, “Let’s hope you don’t piss yourself again, Diego.”

“Yeah, I was embarrassed for you,” Luther chuckled, holding his arms down, still with seemingly no effort at all.

He wanted so badly to tell them all to shut the hell up, but he couldn’t because he was too busy trying to swallow any noise he could possibly make. His shoulders bounced as laughter quietly bubbled in his throat.

The closer and closer Allison’s nail got to the hole in his middle, the harder it became to hold anything in. Out of anticipation alone, a humiliating giggle escaped his lips, and with the exaggerated coos that followed, he couldn’t hold back any longer. A screech preceded bouts of giggly, adorably contagious laughter.

“Aww, already? But I’m being so nice to you!” Allison chuckled, a hint of endearment in her voice.

As soon as her nail dipped in, he was done for. But then... she added another hand, and as Five continued to pinch around the skin, Klaus and Vanya reached up to vibrate claw-shaped hands into his lower tummy, and Ben squeezed at his sides. Fucking fuck.

“Tummy attack!” Klaus screeched as the others added in some laughs, teases, and coos.

The feeling of all ten hands (one pair of which was unbearably phantom-like) all scritching, poking, and digging in to his tummy was enough to convince him that he was on the brink of death, and Luther’s fingers twitching into his triceps just added to the torture. Tears began to sting his eyes, and his cheeks began to hurt. He was a squirmy, screeching, laughing mess. And ... oh god, his bladder was getting uncomfortable.

The mixture of a snort and growl that left his mouth made his siblings laugh. “PLEHEASE,” he cried out with a wide smile, “I CAHA-” his cackles faded into silent laughter as his whole body trembled.

A cacophony of coos and teases came from his brutal siblings as they did not let up; Diego felt like the tickling sensation on his stomach was somehow getting worse.

“STOP IT! STOPIT, STOP PLEEEA —” between hiccups, he mouthed the words “I can’t, I can’t!” as he shook his head into his arm, occasionally trying to bite at Luther’s hands. “I’M GONNA P — HA!! I’M GONNA — EEK! FUCK, NO, NO, ALLISON! GUHUHUYS!” Diego’s legs bounced beneath Klaus and Vanya when he felt a huge raspberry right over his belly button. The feeling of that mixed with 50 fingers on his tummy was too much. He just couldn’t.

Diego let out a loud, more urgent sounding yelp as he kicked a leg, “GUYS! GETUPGETUPGETUP!” He would rather die admit that he peed himself again, and he didn’t have to because Vanya noticed his pants’ spreading stain first, immediately standing up and covering her laughing mouth.

“Oh my God, guys!” She couldn’t help but crack up.

The rest of his siblings laughed when they realized; Five doubling over and Klaus cackling as he stood. The second that Luther let go of his arms, Diego held one of them over his crotch and the other over his face before turning away towards the bathroom. All the Hargreeves saw was a middle finger as their ticklish brother wobbily, and angrily, stormed away. He would not hear the end of this.

#ticklish!diego #tickle fic #tua tickle fic #tua #tua tickle fic week #my fics

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mycandylovefanatics · 5 years

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yo... if you're taking Sodas requests, any content for MCLUL nathaniel who didnt get along with him in highschool, but suddenly they're best bros ... and maybe somethin' m o r e in university? enemies to friends to lovers ... foes to broes to hoes, if you will ...

(Lmaoooo bros to hoes 🤣🤣🤣🤣)

Hmmm so the question is… why did you guys not like each other half in high school?? It wouldn’t be another Castiel situation obviously. I could definitely see you guys not getting along just because. You two bumped heads all the time. There was always a difference of opinion, or something one of you did that just aggravated the other. You HATED being assigned as lab partners because one of you always had to prove the other was wrong about something. For something like this I think your dislike for each other is more of an annoying thing than it is actually not liking the other boy as a person.

When you run into each other again he’s not really sure what to expect. With Castiel for example, it’s different because they already have a mutual understanding that regardless of things being cleared up, they just don’t and never will be too fond of each other even if they do get along SOMETIMES. But with you, he hasn’t seen you in what 4 years?? He’s not one to harbor any hard feelings over someone he hasn’t seen in that long, so his reaction is dependent entirely on how you come at him.

You happen to bump into each other at the gym. You just got out of the shower about to leave, and he just walked in, about to change. He isn’t paying attention when he slings his bag over his shoulder and accidentally hits you with it. He whips his head around, “Shit, sorry about-... Y/N?” And your eyes meet and you’re like “...Nathaniel?” He feels a tinyyyy bit awkward at first, his eyes a bit wide until you break the ice. “Oh wow, how have you been man? You look… way different!” And he’s just like okay where’s the Y/N that hated me back in school and what have you done with him. Of course he realizes, you’ve probably matured since then and just rolls with it, “Uh, yeah I’ve been good. How about you, are you back in town now?” It’s a short conversation, just exchanging pleasantries and then you’re off on your merry way, leaving him a little stunned but finding himself strangely enjoying your little encounter.

After that, you two constantly run into each other at the gym. The conversation is always brief but nice. Until one day you stop him and invite him to have a beer with you. “Hey Nathaniel, the Snake Room is right next door, do you wanna grab some drinks afterwards?” Your invite surprises him, but he figures ehhhh why not and agrees. It’s that night when you two really sit down and catch up on things. Obviously we aren’t telling each other sob stories and secrets but you two chat like a pair of old friends, even joking a bit at your shenanigans back in school.

You ended up exchanging numbers after that, and the friendship just bloomed from there. He notices how much you’ve changed since your younger days, and he likes this new you. It’s very easy to get along with him now, and at this point you don’t even remember why you hated each other so much, the friendship is very laid back and comfortable, you don’t have to try and act a certain way around each other. He’s extremely grateful for this because it’s been a long time since he felt close to anyone besides his sister, and you might just be the thing he needs to get himself back on track. He eventually ends up actually telling you everything that’s happened, and you can tell that he’s scared shitless. He doesn’t know what to do and to be honest neither do you. But being there for him is already more than he can ask for at this point.

Because of your sudden close friendship this could easily blossom into a relationship. I feel like with how distant Nath has gotten with everyone else, he kind of latches onto you more than he thought he would. He misses the attention, he misses the bond of being with someone and before he knows it he’s got feeling for you. It takes him for a loop at first because of the whole guy situation but I feel like he’d get over that pretty quickly. He’s got a lot on his plate to worry about so the last thing he’s going to fret over is whether or not he’s dating another guy. His confession to you is very abrupt and out of the blue. He storms over to your place, banging on the door and you open it to see him standing there, looking determined as ever. He had a plan, he really did. He had everything he was going to say scripted out but when he sees you all of that goes flying out the window. He stares at you unable to say anything, and you get a little worried. “Nate?? Are you okay what’s wrong?” And the boy just goes for it, all his logic is gone. He grabs you by your shirt and pulls you in for a deep, long kiss. He’s terrified you’re going to pull away, he knows that his chances with you are a lot different. But he has to try. And when you wrap your arms around him and start to kiss him back you can almost feel the weight lift off of his shoulders, he was so scared of what would happen if you didn’t return his feelings. Your relationship with him is so effortless. You both understand each other in a way that no one else does, and really nothing has changed within your friendship other than the fact that you occasionally make out and cuddle lmao. People probably wouldn’t even realize you’re dating until they see you holding hands and then they’re just like wut. But, with Nathaniel’s reputation I highly doubt anyone is ballsy enough to say something to either of you.

#mcl #amour sucre #mycandylove #corazon de melon #cdm #nathaniel #as #mcl nathaniel #mclul nathaniel #mcl headcanons #mclul headcanons #nathaniel headcanons #male!candy

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wardencommanderrodimiss · 5 years

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Discord of Prosecutors and Detectives

More Bullshit Defense AU fic, and a different Discord server from the other times. Set right after Turnabout Time Traveler.

[A Discord server named “Official Los Angeles Distrinct Prosecutors Office”. The typo has been present since the creation of the server and never fixed. It contains a number of channels, such as “general”, “important announcements”, “unimportant announcements”, “work vent”, “family vent”, “other vent”, “meme quarantine”, and “meme breach of containment”.]

September 24, 2028 4:33pm [general]

Forensics Fuck-O so that’s in short how Fran and I get to go to a fancy rich people wedding

the defendant is Freud’s corpse not to sound rude to prosecutors or anything since I work with you all and am friends with you all but I’m surprised they invited the prosecution like in general it’s not you Frau it’s just like generally why would you invite someone who tried to convict you for murder to your wedding

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard Ah. That may present a future problem.

the defendant is Freud’s corpse well no that’s different we knew you like. before you prosecuted Trucy also that’s different because you weren’t even trying to convict her

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard That is a blatantly untrue statement, Ms. Cykes. I was doing my job to the whole of my abilities.

the defendant is Freud’s corpse right yknow I guess you’re not lying if you consider the job of a prosecutor to be catching the guilty and not just convicting whatever defendant they place in front of you because you were not trying to convict Trucy like in the slightest

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard Well, Thalassa did tell me that the identity of the victim was not the original Mr. Reus, and further that the Gramarye-hating TV producer who committed contract fraud was the original Mr. Reus, and should that not be enough to make anyone suspicious? I could hardly discount critical testimony from my brother’s other mother.

Forensics Fuck-O Isn’t it ‘brother from another mother’

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard Yes and I said what I said, because my family tree is a mangrove swamp.

Surrounded by Fools That is correct because I just realized that we may be related.

the defendant is Freud’s corpse but like Trucy aside I mean like this situation where you’d never met the fancy rich people having a wedding before and you’re the one trying to get the bride convicted and she’s like hey come to my third attempt at a wedding reception maybe this one will work out

Forensics Fuck-O The defense was invited and that’s Miles and Mr Wright and Maya so they kinda encouraged the invite to us Which is fantastic because that catering was dope

FaraGAY I’m so jealous I wanna go to a wedding on a blimp hey @Surrounded by Fools if ur bro and Nick ever get married can they get a “we saved ur asses” discount from the Sprocketts to rent the blimp for their wedding or can you and Emmy get ur shits together and get married on a blimp who doesn’t want a blimp wedding

Forensics Fuck-O lmao you should’ve seen Mr Wright’s face when we went out on top of the blimp he looked like he was gonna hork and just dragged us all back down I don’t think he wants a blimp wedding

FaraGAY hey what about that other part that I said are u ignoring that

Forensics Fuck-O Conspicuously ignoring that, in fact

the defendant is Freud’s corpse I wanna attend a wedding on a blimp or just like any wedding because I remember the food was good at my moms’ and I got to eat a lot of it because we got a lot of food but only invited like ten people

Birdman-dono Which unfortunately meant less people to hear my roast of my sister.

the defendant is Freud’s corpse I don’t care what my mom says about your speechifying I’m totally letting you make a speech at my wedding it’ll be MY wedding so I get to choose to get roasted! anyway @everyone someone get married already!! Blimp time!!!!!

Guilty Love, on the kazoo Mhm, Apollo isn’t fond of heights so I don’t think that’s something we would do.

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard Are y you marrying my brother?

Guilty Love, on the kazoo Huh? No

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard Then why NOT? Either commit or stop stringing him along.

Guilty Love, on the kazoo wait

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard I have been very restrained about not kicking your ass but this is my little brother we are talking about. And one thing I know very well about Apollo is that he prefers stability and certainty because we spent enough of our childhoods not knowing what was coming in the next day or hour.

Guilty Love, on the kazoo wait

the defendant is Freud’s corpse I think there’s a communication issue somewhere in here

Forensics Fuck-O Thanks for that, Sherlock

Birdman-dono lmao

Guilty Love, on the kazoo I am not currently planning a wedding to your brother but I would not be averse to the prospect

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard Oh Well then why AREN’T you currently planning it? That’s a joke this time.

Guilty Love, on the kazoo Danke I was not sure

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard It would not be a joke from my parents but I am not them. I know you were frustrated that Apollo didn’t tell you what was happening back in May in time for you to come to Khura’in with us and help us sort out everything but that was probably better for you that you didn’t have to survive our parents cross-examining and interrogating you on when you plan to propose to Apollo.

Guilty Love, on the kazoo Why am I the one who has to and not him

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk You think they DON’T hassle him about it?

Guilty Love, on the kazoo A h

FaraGAY LMAOOOO

DebestGAY guy entering the room that is on fire with pizza dot gif

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard ‘Where are the grandkids, Apollo? We’re WAITING!’

Guilty Love, on the kazoo They do uh realize that uh

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard ‘Just adopt a dozen, Apollo, what are you waiting for?’

Guilty Love, on the kazoo A DOZEN

FaraGAY LMAO KLAV RIP

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard I am well aware that had my aunt not been a human nightmare, and then the country needed rebuilding after her reign, that I would have at least ten younger siblings.

Forensics Fuck-O So they’re just like the Fran’s dad of the eastern hemisphere like here are the eight young adults who have lived out of the guest room at some point or another

FaraGAY half of the current legal system half of this chat yknow anyway we drifted away from the point of this convo WHICH WAS harassing someone into getting married so we can go party on a blimp

DebestGAY Couldn’t we just rent a blimp and throw a non-wedding party?

FaraGAY get ur logic out of here we want a blimp party and to encourage our stupid friends to stop beating round the bush and just get married already

Surrounded by Fools I’ll tell Maya that you’re planning to propose soon, then, and it can be your wedding.

FaraGAY wait

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard Kurain Village likely has some very specific wedding traditions for their mediums that could not be held on a blimp, no?

FaraGAY yeah think so thx for the out, my dude

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard That was not an ‘out’. That was an ‘obviously your solution is to have two ceremonies’. Hop to it.

the defendant is Freud’s corpse HELL yeah!!! two parties!!! double food!!!!!

FaraGAY o fuck yeah Maya would like that okay maybe if none of u other LOSERS are then I will be the one to get married and have a BLIMP PARTY

September 24, 2028 11:37pm [general]

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard Ms. Cykes, there is something I meant to ask you about your name in this server. And that ‘something’ is: what?

the defendant is Freud’s corpse I’m gonna dig up Freud and put him on trial for crimes against 1. humanity 2. classic literature it’s not like Oedipus WANTED that to happen!! so anyway it’s like you know that one pope who dug up his predecessor and put him on trial and sentenced him

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard NO??

the defendant is Freud’s corpse yeah go look that up you were prob already looking that up before I said but yeah that’s what I wanna do with Freud

Literally Royal, Metaphorically Bastard Thank you for making me hate myself for asking.

the defendant is Freud’s corpse

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September 30 9:43pm [general]

Forensics Fuck-O fancy rich people wedding update: Larry caught the bouquet and you all know what that means so @FaraGAY if you wanna have the first flying wedding of our social group you’ll have to beat him to it

FaraGAY can’t believe Ol Larold is gonna get married good for him he’d better invite me or I’ll break his knees

Surrounded by Fools Larold

FaraGAY ye Ol Larold Butt

Forensics Fuck-O I’m gonna break your knees

#bullshit defense au #bullshit defense fic #i had the joke of that exchange between nahyuta and klavier in mind for a while #but i couldn't think of like. what would be going on that everyone's jsut sitting around talking #what would be happening in between the dialogue #so then i was like DISCORD FIC and here we go again #i haven't been writing much lately so this is kind of a warm-up to get back into it

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