#omg and the logo!! a puppy!!

[stickersgeorg]

These are so soft and cozy looking =w=

(art by @afternoonfika through their store!)

[creativewritersposts]

hidden sides - Luke Hughes

summary; Luke Hughes x reader

Luke Hughes is the most adorable, sweetest boyfriend you ever wished for and full of surprises.

warning(s); none, pure fluff, maybe grammar errors

author's note; thinking about part 2, what do you think?

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It's a mystery how you became in a relationship with Luke. You're not a victoria secret model, you have a normal body weight and love to eat. You love to watch Luke's games in the arena with fingerfood in your hands. You met Luke as a hard working, all time hungry young man. He thinks twice before he does something risky.

"I miss you", you sigh over the phone. "I miss you too", you can hear Luke's typical accent, laying his head on the pillow. He is tired after traveling the whole day and the workout after arriving the hotel.

"I wish I could support you on your next game", smiling at him. "can you take a look under your bed, please?", his voice sounds raspy. As fast as you can you check the area and find a package with the new jersey devils logo. "What is this?", you open the box within seconds. "Omg omg OMG!", you jump after touching the jersey between your fingers, "it's a jersey with your name!", you squeak. "I know you love hockey games and you're my girlfriend now so-", Luke blushes. He saw you watching tiktoks with these romantic hockey pictures with kissing and it's on his bucket list to give you the romance in real life. He knows Curtis will roast him for these cheesy things. But what can he say? He's weak for you.

"Ahh thank you!!", you hug this jersey tight with his name and number on it. Best day ever.

After a big loss for the devils Luke will be back. Five days after this cute present.

You can't wait until he comes back, stalking on your door like a waiting puppy. You can hear a car, then big steps until the door bell rings.

Luke is back!

"Arggh!", you open the door, jumping in Luke's arms. "hey", he laughs and kisses your hair, let you standing again and gives you a real kiss, full of passionate.

"I saw these and reminded me of you!", Luke gives you white roses, you grin like a winner. No one else ever did this for you.

"You're such a gentleman!", you smirk even more. "If you don't-", you interrupt him with a quick kiss, before he can overthink.

"But what is this?", you get sceptical, a grocery bag in his left hand. "oh", he gets shy and blushes again, "you told me you have issues with your skin-", he breathes out, "yeah?", you raise an eyebrow.

"-so I called mum what's good for skin and bought beauty stuff and face masks-", he shows his teeth. "before you get mad I couldn't decide and I know you love glitter so I bought everything colorful with glitter", he touches his neck in awkwardness. You chuckle. It's so cute how much he reminds little details.

"I didn't know your hidden side, Luke Hughes!", you wink. "hidden side?", he's confused. Is it bad?

"Yeah, as a passionate, very caring and detailed boyfriend", you smile. It's almost disgusting how much you crush on this man. "I'm not painting my nails", he warns you with a boyish voice.

"Let's eat dinner first", you kiss his cheek and walk in the kitchen without answering about this.

"Oh yes, food!", sparkles comes in his eyes. He's more than hungry.

"Oh by the way mom would like to meet you", he gets nervous. Your relationship is fresh and maybe it's too early for this step. But he has too much respect for his mom to say no.

"You were afraid to say no, ain't that true?", you laugh, watching the tall hockey pro getting nervous about such things. "I'd love to meet your most important people in your life".

"I didn't know if I upset you with the news so I reserved in the restaurant next street ", he looks in your eyes, he didn't know you cooked.

"but I cooked", you get disappointed.

"yeah I didn't think you would make dinner, I'll call them", Luke hectically puts his phone out of his pocket. "Let me freeze in the food and let us enjoy your fantastic idea for a date night", you hug his wrist.

"you're not mad?", he asks.

"no"

"thank god because I'm craving after Italian food"

[lovekendri]

inexperienced | peeta mellark

request: hey! can you do headcanons or a fic about your first time, um, “doing the deed” with peeta? or like how he would be with someone who’s inexperienced. thank you! i love your writing 🤍 - anon

omg i love this! thank you so much for the request AND being my first request!! i'm a bit newer to writing smut, so i hope it lives up to your expectations! ♡

peeta mellark x fem!reader

summary: it's your first time, and your boyfriend, peeta, is determined to make sure your first time is magical.

cw: 18+ only! fluffy smut, p in v, soft and hard dom!peeta, inexperienced!reader, established relationship, first time, fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

wc: 2.9k

type: ✽ | ❀

As you poured another glass of a fancy sparkling pomegranate juice to end off the bottle, you tossed it into the bin next to the table and walked yourself over to the couch where Haymitch and Peeta sat, the room still buzzing with other District 12 residents.

The television was on, playing some sort of instrumental music, but you could barely hear it over the chatter in the room.

Haymitch and Peeta were deep in conversation about Haymitch's new relationship with Effie, and you've never seen Haymitch look so happy to talk about something.

You sat down next to Peeta, and you could tell he was ready to leave soon, probably after he finished the conversation.

You had indulged in homemade bread from Peeta with oil and vinegar all night, as well as fresh berries picked from the bushes in front of your house with the sparkling juice, and you were starting to get tired of eating to cure the boredom.

You had followed Peeta around all night like a lost puppy, and it wasn't a good look for you, but you were ready to go home after a few conversations.

"I personally didn't expect Effie to be your first choice," Peeta snorted, "I thought she drove you crazy."

Instead of paying attention to the rest of the conversation like you should've, you began to fully admire your boyfriend for the first time all night.

He wore a gray button up with the top two buttons undone, the sleeves tucked up around his forearms. It was tucked into a pair of blue jeans that appeared slightly too tight, the fabric straining against his legs. Finishing off the outfit with a brown belt. He sat manspreading, holding a bottle of something you couldn't see, the logo hidden in his hands, but you knew it wasn't alcohol.

Looking at him tonight brought a different feeling to your chest and stomach, an odd, tingly feeling you hadn't very much felt before around him. Watching him talk, watching his lips move as he responded to Haymitch, the nod of approvals he would give.

"But anyways, you two better get going," Haymitch said as you tuned in to the conversation once again, standing up from the old couch you all sat on. It was getting later in the night, and you were thankful for him to say that, as it was almost one in the morning.

Peeta stood up as well, taking your hand to help you up from sinking into the couch.

"Alright, good to see you," Haymitch said, giving Peeta a small hug, and clapping him on the back, like a brother would do.

Haymitch turned to you, and reached out for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a short hug before pulling away from him.

"I'll see you tomorrow, probably," you said, smiling, subtly reminding Haymitch of your lunch plans tomorrow.

"Of course you will, sweetheart," he gave you a small clap on the back, weaker than Peeta's, but still a loving tap. A small lopsided smile appeared on his face and he turned away.

"You ready to go?" Peeta asked, looking down at you.

His eyes were trained on you, reminding you of what you felt just seconds ago about the tingling of your stomach and the tightness in your chest.

"Yeah," you smiled, trying to hide the fact you could feel the blush creeping up your face as you looked past him toward the coat rack near the door.

He grabbed your hand once again, grabbing your coat and slinging it over your shoulders, not bothering to have you put it on when you're a mere twenty feet away from his house.

You waved goodbye to any people who were paying attention at the slowly dying party, and walked out the door, hand in hand with Peeta.

"You enjoy the juice?" he asked as you reached the sidewalk, playfully giving you a little shove to the shoulder to knock you off balance a bit.

"You know I did," you replied, recovering your feet and taking his muscular arm in both of your hands. The crisp, cool air of the night nipped at your cheeks, and the leftover snow from the recent fall crunched beneath your feet.

It was a short walk, and by now you were at the door of Peeta's house. He took the keys out of his pocket to unlock his front door. The light over the door was still on, coating the walkway you stood on in a dim, yellow light.

"You looked beautiful tonight," he said as he unlocked the door, pushing in the door with more force than intended.

"Thank you, you looked rather handsome yourself," you replied, hearing a small chuckle escape his throat at your comment.

Without bothering to turn on the lights, he walked through the living room to reach his bedroom, and you ran inside before him to kick off your shoes and jump on his bed.

The softness of the mattress engulfed your body, and you rolled into the knitted quilt on top of his bed.

Tonight felt like a cuddling night, but something about the air felt different.

"Save some room for me," he said, having just taken off his shoes.

The feeling you had earlier watching him rose in your body again as he set his knee on the edge of the bed, climbing over to your side and collapsing next to you with a hand on your hip.

You turned to your side, throwing a side of the quilt on top of him.

"There's plenty of room for you," you said, looking down past his jaw. You saw the same outfit as before, but now his belt was slightly looser, his shirt half untucked. You tried your best to avoid looking toward his jeans, but you didn't have to force yourself anyways.

"Eyes are up here, darling," Peeta's hand reached out gently to your jaw, lifting your face to look at him.

Your face heating up immediately, you made eye contact with him. A small grin was growing on his face, a cheeky smirk you'd seen so often. He kissed you with the same pecks he always did when you were cuddling, but even after you'd kissed him hundreds of times the same way, you couldn't shake the feeling that something felt different tonight.

Doing your best to ignore the prying thought, you snuggled up to his warm body, basically steam rolling him to get on top of him. You laid on top of him, one of his hands loosely around your waist and the other lightly stroking your back. Your arms hooked under his.

After a while of laying in silence listening to each other breathe, you started to close your eyes, letting comfort and sleep take you over. Just as you began to feel the entire pull of sleep, you felt him sharply exhale. He dug his face into the crook of your neck at the same time his hand grabbed tightly onto your hip.

"You've never had sex, have you?" he murmured lowly.

The question startled you, increasing your heartbeat and waking you from any slumber that started to take you over. You turned your face into his neck as well, too embarrassed to lift your head and face him when you felt the heat radiating off your cheeks.

Is this what felt different? Did the air feel different because Peeta wanted to have sex with you?

"Absolutely," you say, the uneasiness in your voice a dead giveaway that you most definitely have not.

He knew you, he knew you hadn't. In fact, he knew that he was the only boy you had ever dated, the only boy who you'd ever kissed.

"Oh, really?" he says, his hands sliding from where they rested to lightly graze over the back of your thighs and your ass, one hand giving a light squeeze to your thigh.

A barely audible but obviously desperate exhale escaped your lips, your head dropping down completely to his shoulder.

He had never touched you like this before. Butterflies were exploding in your stomach, your chest and throat growing tighter as he continued to move his hand over the hills of your body.

"I thought so, baby," he whispered. "It's okay."

He didn't stop moving his hand, but his head dropped back down to the bed, an exhale leaving his own lips.

"Would you let me be your first time?" he said breathily, his hand moving up to rub over your back once again.

You felt like you couldn't say anything, your throat feeling so closed with his hands touching you in ways you'd never felt before, the feeling of his rough hands stroking across your body was enough to send you spiraling.

He noticed your silence, moving his hands to sit up. You refused to let go of your tight hold on his body, trying to catch your breath from the unnecessarily overwhelming feeling blossoming in your stomach.

"C'mon, baby. Talk to me," he whispered.

"Please, Peeta," your voice came out strangled. It didn't sound like your own, plagued by the tightness of your throat and the desperate want for him to touch you like he was before.

It took him a moment to register what you said.

"That's my girl."

His hands reached up to your arms, gently prying them away from his body in order to get you off of him.

He laid you gently on the bed, and you felt like a total mess. You knew you shouldn't be so obsessed with the way he was making you feel, but it felt so right to be touched by him, to be held in the erotic ways you didn't know he wanted.

He was on top of you, his arms out straight and his legs on the outside of yours blocked a cage around your body. You were in for it now.

At first though, he only kissed you.

The low light of the room added to the needy ambiance of the room. Kissing felt more erotic, less controlled, the way his lips moved familiarly but yet so foreign at the same time, the soft dominancy from him that you'd never felt before threatening to take you over. The way he would stop to take a short breath before continuing to kiss you, sometimes biting your lip as he pulled away. When you felt one of his hands creep up your hips onto your breasts, it was an explosion of feelings you hadn't had before.

Your gasp almost breaking the kiss, you felt him grin against your lips as his hand slipped under your shirt to run it over your torso.

His touch was so gentle, so polite, allowing you to feel the entire moment of what he was doing to you. Again though, it was so different from ways he had touched you before. So new and arousing.

His kisses began to trail down your cheek to your jaw, down your neck, and back up to your lips. He kissed you all over the neck, anywhere he could.

You felt so many butterflies and tingles in your stomach, and a warm heat between your thighs growing as he touched you more, lips and hands working in unison to sweetly prepare you.

His hand now moving down to pull the waistband of your pants ever so slightly down, pausing his kisses. He took the moment to move a knee between your legs, giving them a little nudge to open.

His eyes met yours, darkened with arousal and excitement. His lips were swollen and slick with saliva, his cheeks a light rosy tint.

"You ready?" he murmured, watching your face closely.

Though you were so nervous, you were eager.

You wanted this to happen, the more he touched you and the more he caressed your body allowed to the heat between your legs to grow, the unfamiliar tingles and butterflies in your stomach fluttered with anticipation. He was all you ever dreamt of, and the way his eyes bored into yours with lust and hungriness, you were as ready as you'd ever be.

"Yes," you forced out, the constriction of your throat still very prominent.

You watched as the grin on his face grew to a sinister smile, his eyes squinting with pride. He removed your pants with such swiftness you'd barely noticed, and he took the time to admire your bottomless body. Nothing he hadn't seen before, but something he got to see in a totally different manner.

He exhaled sharply, pushing a rough hand into your panties, a finger sliding through slick folds.

He wasn't near being inside you, but the first few circles around your clit felt like heaven, your mouth opening in shock and a strangled gasp forcing its way through. A white heat began to grow in your stomach quickly, and you pushed your head into the softness of the bed.

"Attagirl," he whispered, praise quickly falling out of his mouth as he watched you squirm underneath his fingers.

A slick finger suddenly pushed through you, sending more waves of pleasure to your core. His fingers worked magic on your clit while he pushed his finger in and out of you.

"Yeah, baby?"

Heat, heat, and more heat grew, the pleasure becoming almost overwhelming under your boyfriend's control, the praises coming out of his stupidly pretty face driving your body insane.

Gasps sweetened with whimpers and small moans fell out of your mouth like a sailor's cusses, your eyes screwed shut as Peeta worked your body perfectly. In no time, he pushed in a second finger, earning a loud gasp and a grab to his forearm, his legs tightening around your leg to keep you from wiggling away.

"You feelin' good, love?" he whispered. You could hear the curl of his evil smile, absolutely delighted to be making you feel the way you were. You desperately nodded your head, your grip on his arm growing tighter as the heat in your stomach grew, an overwhelming feeling threatening to fall.

He felt your walls beginning to tighten, and pulled his fingers out.

"Why?" you whined, the feeling in your stomach immediately dripping down to the small heat you had before. You grabbed for his hand, wanting him to make you feel amazing again, but he pulled it away from you.

"No, sweetheart, I want you to experience more than just my hand."

You watched as he undid the rest of his belt from before, your jaw falling open slightly in shock as he unbuttoned his jeans, undoing the zipper as well. His black boxers showed through the small opening in his pants now, and you could see what he was hiding beneath them.

"You okay?" he asked, aware of your jaw now basically on the floor. You nodded at his question, snapping your jaw shut once again.

Your face was hot, your body was shaking a little. You were so ready in anticipation of how he was going to make you feel. You didn't dare look at him, because you knew that you were basically going to finish at just the sight.

"You're sure you're ready?" he said, a hand holding steady on your hip and the other you could only assume holding his cock.

You nodded, your hands going to the quilt for a hold on something, your body beginning to tense.

"Good girl."

You felt him push into you.

A loud gasp pushed from your throat, your body jerking in surprise. He definitely filled you out, your eyes rolling back and heat beginning to grow again.

"What's wrong?" he said, the concerned tone in his voice loud, keeping still inside you.

"No, no, keep going," you whined, your eyes screwing shut.

He began to move slowly, only pushing in a few inches every time, preparing you for the full.

The friction felt so good, quiet moans falling out of your mouth as he pushed more and more inside of you, growing faster with each movement of his hips.

He pushed all the way into you, hitting a spot that sent white heat coursing through your body, electrifying, your vision blanked.

He dragged his cock out once again, pushing all the way inside of you once more.

The tingly heat grew quickly in your stomach as he found a medium pace, cock sliding easily in and out of your cunt with his hands gripping tightly on your hips.

"You look so pretty underneath me," he praised, so close to pushing you over the edge.

Uncontrolled moans forced themselves out of your throat, the heat building up so close to a release. His hips became sloppier and uncontrolled, his pace increasing as he worked to finish.

With one harsh thrust, your vision went white and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. A loud cry left your mouth as you came, your legs tightening around his hips.

He finished quickly after you, his thrusts extremely sloppy.

Pulling out of you, he collapsed next to you and pulled you into his arms, his body warm. You were both breathing heavily, his muscular arms engulfing you in a blanket of comfort,

"I love you so much," he murmured, tucking his head down, his forehead rested on top of your head.

"I love you," you whispered, "thank you."

He didn't say anything, kissing the top of your head and tightening his arms around your body.

"Thank you, pretty girl."

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[k2ntoss]

okay so yet again i was scrolling through insta reels and i saw this and immediately thought, 'oh jason would love one of this with his helmet' so i thought i'd share (hopefully the video doesn't just disappear into the ether or this wont make much sense but yeah)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8XdIwStYFg/?igsh=MWdzZXVpZHV3dm8zbw==

((in case it does for some reason disappear, it was a reel of a girl making a diy spiderman mask shirt with a pattern and then the red colouring bit of the mask was filled in with kisses using paint))

but yeah, i think making a red hood one for jason would be so fun and i just know the man would be so so smitten when it's given to him

anyways, love you, glad your posting again

- the ever present 🦊

"the ever present" OMG I ADORE YOU!!!!!! hi baby, been missing you with your brain tickling requests (i have one on hold but just you wait)

i've been looking to do one of those for me with red hood's logo bc i'm as single as one can be and i know i won't be getting someone to do this for me but okayyyyyy i can do it on my own. here comes something short but done with a lot of love

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𔓕 ۪  ۫ ୭

jason had been waiting outside the room for hours maybe, he was just sitting on the couch as he looked at the door like a sad puppy because he had arrived this morning to your apartment looking foward to spend time with you. some cuddling, watching a movie together or reading, jason just wanted some quality time with his beloved.

he knew you had been busy during the week with a huge amount of projects you wanted to do but he wasn't expecting you to get so fixated over one to lock yourself into your room and not even peek to see him and he didn't knew why, what jason also didn't knew was the fact that you were already getting dizzy by the smell of paint inside your closed room as you placed the shirt over your desk again, grabbing a pencil to fix the outline of the desing for the hundreth time in the day.

"fuck, fuck, fuck..." you muttered as low as you could to keep jason from darting into the room and ruin the surprise and it took you a good couple of hours to finally have it done, the paint almost completely dry now and the image of it was neat, making you smile and giggle happily.

and it's just then when you decide it's time to open the door, peeking your head through the small space to find jason almost melted on the couch, his head resting against the wall as he kept his eyes closed but it wasn't even a second by when he snapped his eyes open to look at you with a small frown.

"baby? why are you-?" she stopped mid sentence, taking in the sight of your paint smeared lips and chin, the red bright color now cracked on your skin as you smiled back at him as if you just made the biggest discovery in your life.

"hush! c'mere, jaybirdie" you say, leaving the door to your room wide open just to reveal the fact that your whole frame was a mess and that the paint was not only on your face but it had dripped to your shirt and also to your bare thighs to the skin that wasn't covered by the sleeping shorts you were wearing.

jason stands up from his seat, stretching completely from his quick nap and walks into the now messy room. the small paint pots across the floor and desk in different shades of red, paint brushes here and there and then the sight of you standing in front of the middle of your desk, covering something jason couldn't quite see well enough to know what it was.

"i saw something and i had to do this... it's probably the cheesiest thing i've ever done so feel free to laugh at me" and those words make jason tilt his head because what on earth could be so cheesy and made with paint that needed this much time leaving him out of your room? because yes, jason wanted to cuddle and don't blame him.

"princess-" he starts but goes silent the second you pull from the desk a black shirt with a print of his helmet on it, all made in different shades of red kiss marks that emulated the shade of light and everything. his lips remain parted as he walks slowly towards you, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the print on the shirt before he looks at your face, the paint in your skin the evidence of the time you spent painting your lips and pressing kisses to the shirt to make something so sweet for him.

"is it too much? you know, you can just put it into your closet if you don't like-" but your words are cut by a tender kiss, jason cups your face in such a delicate embrace as he lets all his feelings pour into that simple kiss.

"i love it. i love you" he says, his voice a soft whisper even in that deepish tone of his and it makes your heart flutter because jason looks completely happy with the shirt as he holds it into his hands, still admiring the way you decided to replicate a part of him "it's just perfect..."

"can i wear it already?"

the question itself is the sweetest reaction he could give you, the eagerness to wear something you made for him making you giggle excitedly as you shook your head with a small pout.

"not yet, red... i should iron it and give it a quick wash so the paint stays on the fabric" and he pouts slightly because god knows how much he wishes to have your kisses closer to his heart.

[bookwyrminspiration]

hello my lovely loveliest dearest favorite quil <333 I have finally actually returned with a slight rebrand and many tales to tell.

How are you bestie!!! I missed you So SO much and it's literally so rude that I can't send you all of the things that make me think of you. Like I swear my partner is gonna be jealous at this point because I'm literally like omg I literally need to show this to quil. It is a necessity. (If you're wondering it was a hoodie that had the classic university logo and said Silly Goose University and I decided that we needed them to match with our friendship bracelets.)

Anyway I am eyeing your new writing up very very closely and am itching to go to Ao3 and read ALL of it. (The urge is quite strong now that I have started Thinking about it, however this ask is taking long enough bc I have to take Wiggle™ breaks because holy bestie I am SO happy to talk to you once again.)

Speaking of your writing I was struck with the most incredible fantastic amazing art idea after looking at some of my old wings AU doodles. However, my drawing tablet went through the shredder (<- Puppy) I have to WAIT. To give the full idea justice but trust me bestie I'm so excited to show it to you.

Anyway I've been extra ramble-y but HI HOW ARE YOU I MISSED YOU WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOUR LIFE.

I'd love all of your thoughts and feelings and I miss you and ily and I'm so happy like I kid you not this ask has taken. So much effort because I cannot sit still writing this to you. I have. The Dumbest Smile on my face. <3333333

(Please note that this ask is meant to be read as if I am laying on your bed kicking my feet in the air while excitedly talking, thank you 😌)

TOBI!!!! I was just thinking about you the other day!! My dad and I were watching Labyrinth for the first time in a while, and when I realized the baby's name was Toby (i'd forgotten) I just went...ah..Tobi...I hope he's doing well...

I'm doing alright! I've been very busy this semester, and we are approaching finals so it's probably only going to get busier soon. But! This has been my first semester mostly in person in a very long time! And I'm officially fully in uni rather than dual credit, so I'm somewhere else now and have met SO many people. Actually am planning to meet up with one of them tomorrow to go to a restaurant/museum for class! And to watch a few movies with two others sometime soon.

lots of reflections on that because relationships of all kinds have been. rather difficult my whole life, so we'll see what happens here! also would 100% wear some silly goose university hoodies with you <3. move aside tobi's partner I need to glue BOTH of his hands to mine. forever

Also!! If you read my fics I'll love you forever and ever and ever even more. This new titz one has been sitting for several months, but I finally pulled it back out! And I am rather nervous about it because Fitz and Tam are both particular characters, and so combining them just makes them even harder to write. and THEN! throwing in Fitz's Alvar feelings makes that EVEN MORE difficult. but! it was also an absolute delight to work on so I hope you like it :)

and holy shit wings au art!!! i trust you so much I am so excited to see it--and don't worry about however long it takes! wings au is years in the writing, i've got experience with patience. wait btw, I don't know if you're aware, but I'm attempting to post the epilogue soon! I have the rough draft and the anniversary is coming up, so I'm hoping to have it edited to post on the ending's anniversary. it's a little over a week away, but also finals are descending AND its nano, so we'll see what happens. it WILL be out by the end of the year for certain though (and during october I went through and re-edited the whole thing for grammar and details--it's ridiculous how many its it's mistakes there were because i KNEW the difference. i'd just autopilot do one or the other and not catch it in my quick edits)

I keep pausing to do little claps and stim because. tobi!!! it's so so cruel we can't lay in bed kicking our feet together, i have missed you so so so much! what has been up with YOU? how has your life been? what's up with the blog migration--if you want to talk about it. also totally cool to simply accept it and move on. i just like talking to you and it's very nice to see you again :)

[heretic-altias]

Omg I should share the funniest Minecraft story from my childhood actually while I’m thinking about it.

When I was around 12 or so me, my sister, and one of her friends would play on this Minecraft server. Honestly the only thing I really remember about the server itself was that it had a creative plot section where I built the angry birds logo for some reason. Now we were so obviously kids. My username at the time was puppy39623, that literally screams child to anyone else who saw me ingame. Everyone on this small server knew me and my sister were siblings, which makes what happens later even funnier.

My sister and her friend were kind of troublemakers back then on servers. I would keep to myself building my stuff but they were super into pranks and such. So I don’t remember how, but sister and her friend got themselves banned. Now despite knowing my sister had a sibling who played (or maybe because, in case she knew my login or something) they banned our IP address too. So I was in a position where my home IP was banned and not my account. Even at 12 years old before I got into comp sci I knew what this meant. If I logged on from somewhere else, it’d let me in. So when I was at a friend’s house one day I hopped on the server to visit my plot.

The staff totally freaked out. I guess whoever banned my sister told them we both were banned and these admins thought I’d somehow hacked my way back on. I still vividly can picture the chat message ��puppy? But you’re banned!” after I said hi. They went crazy panicking in chat and then banned me for real. I remember literally explaining to them how an ip ban worked and why I wasn’t actually banned before being booted, but they didn’t believe me lol. I was mortified at the time, but in retrospect it’s so funny how they thought puppy39623 the obvious 12 year old was a hacker dodging bans.

[chilling-seavey]

qtvtp blurb?? daniel and avalon first meet?

Omg you beat @randomlimelightxxx for the first ask of a series *applaud* Thank you so much for this one...I loved writing it 🥺💟

Also, anyone can let me know if you want to be added to my qtvtp blurb tag list. I’m tagging my original ‘detective team’ first but if you’re not interested in blurbs just let me know and I can remove you!

June 15, 2017

Avalon always preferred the morning shift. She never liked to wake up early but the customers seemed nicer and the stress was lesser and she was off in enough time to have the rest of the afternoon free. She started at 6:30am, mostly serving the usual Los Angeles gym-goers that early, making sure their coffees were hot and their avocado toast was cooked to perfection. Bluestone Lane was known for their avocado.

Once the breakfast crowd had dispersed and Avalon did her rounds to clean up the tables and make sure the restaurant was tidy, lunch was approaching. It was around 11:00 when the door opened and she was still on her break behind the front counter, munching some banana bread as she scrolled through her phone. Her co-worker greeted whoever entered and instructed them to seat themselves anywhere.

Avalon was nudged by her co-worker and she looked up to his grinning face.

“Big name customer.” he whispered.

“Who?” Avalon tried to peek around the counter to see but he shoved her back into her chair.

“Be cool.”

“I am. You’re the one freaking out.” Avalon whispered back. “Who is it? A Kardashian?”

“No. One of the super hot young guys who owns that new record company down the street.”

“I’m sure they’ll be glad to know you would describe them as hot first before any other descriptor.”

“Shut up.” he peeked over the counter and then looked back to her, “Can you take the table? I’m going to look like a fumbling idiot if I try to talk to him.”

Avalon sighed, checking the time on her phone; she still had eight minutes left of her break. “Yeah. I guess.”

Her co-worker thanked her profusely as she got up and tied her apron back around her waist before sliding her phone into her pocket and took out her notepad and pen. With a quick teeth and hair check, Avalon headed around the counter and over to one of the only tables occupied in the small restaurant.

The young man sat alone at a table for two, menu in hand and white sunglasses tucked in the collar of his black t-shirt. Avalon approached and stopped beside the table.

“Welcome to Bluestone, can I start you off with something to drink?” she asked routinely.

He looked up at the young woman standing beside him startling Avalon with the light vibrance of his blue eyes staring back at her. His brown hair was dusted with fading blonde dye and his studded earrings caught the later morning sunlight through the large front windows. His jawline flexed as a little smile played at the corner of his lips as he eyed her for a moment before looking back to the menu casually.

“Yeah. I’ll have an iced tea.” he looked back up at her and his eyes briefly looked her up and down, “Slice of lemon on the side.”

“Alright. Be right back.” Avalon pulled a polite smile and headed back to the counter.

Her co-worker rushed up to her as she pulled a clean glass from the rack and scooped ice into it, “Well?”

“Well what? I didn’t even get a please.” Avalon mumbled, pressing the glass under the soft drink spout to pour the iced tea. “He’s just another random entitled LA douche.”

Without another word, she set the filled glass on the counter and grabbed a side plate to drop a lemon slice onto it. Lemon slice on the side. Avalon could have scoffed.

Daniel glanced up at her as she returned to the table and set the drink and small plate down.

“Iced tea. Lemon on the side.”

“Thank you.” he answered plainly.

“Are you ready to order?” she asked, slightly surprised yet pleased with his manners.

“What do you recommend?” he asked in return.

“Our avocado toast is a best-seller.”

“That’s what the statistics recommend. But what do you recommend?”

Avalon hesitated for a moment, “Uhm…I was just eating some banana bread on my break. But that’s not really lunch food…”

She faded out, tapping her pen against the side of her small notebook as she mentally shamed herself for being so awkward. Daniel only cracked a small smile and looked back down at the menu.

“Are the sandwiches good?”

“Great. Yeah, they’re good.” Avalon answered quickly, feeling herself already starting to slip down the hill of mortal embarrassment.

Daniel skimmed the menu, resting his elbow on the table and his finger on his lips in thought. She watched him quietly as he pondered the choices, wishing he could just pick something and she could go cringe to herself in peace in the kitchen. Daniel’s eyes flicked back to her briefly before looking back to the menu as if to see how long she would wait there for him.

Avalon looked over her shoulder towards her co-worker who was watching from behind the counter. She sent him a discreet shrug at his confused frown and then she turned back to Daniel, “I can come back.”

“No.” he answered quickly. Daniel sat up straighter and held out the menu to her with a flirty smile, “I’ll have the chicken bacon club. Extra avocado.”

Avalon pulled her usual forced customer service smile as she reached for the menu.

He held it a bit tighter to keep her from taking it for a moment. With each of their right hands holding opposite ends of the blue trimmed laminated paper, she looked at him, meeting his sparkling blue eyes and his little smirk.

“Please.”

His voice was as smooth as honey and Avalon swallowed back the flutter in her stomach at his tone. She excused herself politely and hurried back behind the counter to ring in his order.

Daniel turned over his shoulder to watch her leave, leaning his forearms on the table as he eyed her privately from her black jeans to her blue uniform polo and apron. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and she had obviously been on her feet most of the morning but Daniel was captivated by her. A pretty woman who smelt like the sea with eyes as beautifully brown as the soft earth. In all 22 years of his life, Daniel had never seen such stunning casual beauty.

“He’s staring at you.” her co-worker whispered, giving Avalon’s arm a squeeze.

“Shut up. He is not.” Avalon retorted quietly, nudging him away.

“He’s nearly drooling onto the table.”

“Oh my God. Literally shut up.” Avalon snorted lightly, swiping her employee card to punch the order into the till. “You just want him to stare at you. You’re projecting.”

“Maybe so. But I have four eyes.” he gestured to his thick glasses. “So I know staring when I see it.”

Avalon glanced across the restaurant to the table, catching Daniel turning back around quickly. She looked back down at the computer screen coolly.

When the food was made, Avalon picked up the plate from the window and took it and a roll of cutlery over to the table.

“Chicken bacon club with extra avocado.” she said as she set it down in front of him.

“Thank you,” he looked up at her, eyeing her nametag, “Avalon.”

She smiled softly, “Can I get you anything else?”

Daniel licked his lips through his cheeky smile and his fingers tapped gently against his phone that rested on the table beside his newly arrived plate, “Your number?”

His request startled her slightly and Avalon felt her cheeks flush pink, “Oh…I…”

“Please?” he tried smoothly, tilting his head to the side as if he were trying to give her innocent little puppy eyes. “Avalon.”

Her heart raced in her chest. She had never been flirted with before and never asked for bluntly for her number and especially not by such an attractive man. But she was working.

“I…can’t.” she whispered.

Daniel raised his head as his eyebrows furrowed a little, “Can’t? Or won’t?”

“Can’t.” she answered, pointing to the embroidered logo of Bluestone Lane on her polo. “I’m on the clock.”

“Alright.” Daniel nodded, looking back to his lunch and he unwrapped the cutlery out of the napkin, “Forget I asked.”

Avalon hesitated a moment in place, watching him set the napkin on his thigh, her heart racing and stomach twisting in near regret. She only nodded and hurried back off towards the front counter.

Daniel ate quickly – he only had so long for his lunch break – and then headed up to the counter to pay. Avalon avoiding looking at him as he approached and she focussed on pulling up his order on the iPad screen. He stared at her.

“$14.95 with tax.” Avalon said.

When she looked up at him he looked down. He pulled out his wallet and she eyed the OffWhite designer logo on the front of it and he held out his sleek black credit card. She directed him to the machine and he paid before sliding the card back in his wallet and tucked it into his back pocket.

He watched her as she finalized the payment and then printed the receipt, passing it and a pen to him, “Sign at the bottom, please.”

Daniel sent her a small smirk and set the strip of paper on the counter and leaned over it to sign. She looked behind her to her co-worker who was staring at the interaction like it was the most interesting thing to eve see. Avalon glared at him and turned back to Daniel as he set the pen on top of the receipt and then pulled out his wallet again. She watched him quietly as he flicked through a few bills for a tip but she didn’t expect the two 50s to be set on top of the signed receipt.

“Amazing service.” he said softly, shooting an award-winning smile in her direction as he tucked his wallet away and took a step back from the counter.

Avalon gaped, “Are you-”

Daniel was already at the door of the small restaurant and leaned back against the door as he slid his sunglasses back on, “See you around, Avalon.”

And he was gone.

Avalon took a second to compose herself over the happenings of the previous mere thirty minutes, still a little starstruck over the handsome stranger that seemed to know his way around human interaction like it was easy. Avalon had lived in Los Angeles for nearly a year and she had never been starstruck before. Yet this time, it wasn’t an actor or a singer or a talk show host. It was a fresh new business owner who bought his way into her heart with his smooth talk and handsome face. The $100 tip was just a bonus.

Even still, she felt a little ache in her heart that she never gave him her number and simply watched him walk away. Avalon sighed and slid the receipt and the money towards her across the counter and tucked the two bills in her apron pocket. The signature at the bottom of the receipt caught her eye and she paused a moment as she processed it.

In neat handwriting, a note was left at the bottom below the messy signature,

Good thing I’m on my break 213-609-9285 – Daniel

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[beelsnack]

Hi! I love your blog❣ Can I request a brother + undatables ( if you do that) reaction with a very obedient mc? Like they do everything they've been asking and stuff? Thank you in advance!❣❣

Aw, thanks a bunch, Nonnie! This will be a good test for me, since I usually end up writing snarky characters who fight authority. I hope you like it!

I’m going to stick this under a cut because it, uh, got away from me a little bit. I didn’t even do all of the undateables and I was over 3k. ^^”

Lucifer: “I’m sorry to keep piling tasks on you.”

With a grunt, the human set the heavy stack of books down on the table in Lucifer’s study. “It’s alright, I don’t mind.”

Lucifer let his professional mask slip for just a second to smile warmly at them. “If only my brothers were as agreeable as you.”

“At least they provide entertainment.” they laughed. “What are all these books, anyway?”

“Old spell books,” he removed the top book off of the stack, unleashing a cloud of dust that sent the human into a coughing fit. “In desperate need of some maintenance.”

“That sounds more like Satan’s territory.” they rasped as the couching subsided.

“It usually is, but I don’t need to give him any more ideas for his curses.” despite his words, there was a glint of fond humor is his eyes. “If you aren’t busy, could you give me a hand with these?”

“Sure!” they took a seat in the armchair across from Lucifer. “I’ve been studying all day, so I ind of need a break.”

“Oh? An dutiful helper and a diligent student?” he hummed, smoothing out the crease of a page that had been marked with a dog-ear. “I may just have to reward you.”

“What kind of reward?”

“Hm...” he pinned them with a heavily-lidded stare. “Anything you want. What kind of reward do you desire?”

“...Ice cream!”

Lucifer couldn’t hold back his surprised snort before he quickly devolved into laughter. “My, but you do know how to surprise me, my dear. Very well, a trip to Madam Scream’s as a reward, then.”

Mammon: They looked really tired.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Promise!” Asmo was tugging insistently on their sleeve like a child begging for their parent’s attention. “You’ve never been to a club like the Fall, I guarantee it. It’s the perfect place to get up to something naughty ~”

Alright, that’s it.

“Oi, Asmo!” Mammon rounded on the other demon. “Quit trying to drag the human along with your gross BS!”

“Oh, but it’s fine when you do it?” Asmo shot back, amber eyes narrowing. “At least I’m not conning people out of cash.”

“Whatever!” Mammon grabbed onto the human’s upper arm, shaking Asmo’s hands off of their sleeve. “Come on, human, I need you to help me with somethin’.”

“Whoa, okay, um...maybe next time Asmo.” they managed to get out before Mammon dragged them into his room and slammed the door.

He was muttering under his breath so quickly and quietly that the human could just barely make out a few phrases. “...fuckin’ Asmo...advantage of...where does he get off...”

“Uh, Mammon?” they asked hesitantly. “You said you needed my help with something?”

“Huh?” he whipped around, looking slightly startled. “Oh. Nah, I was just sayin’ that so Asmo would let you go.”

They blinked, tilting their head like a puppy. “Why would you do that?”

“Come on, human, don’t lie to me,” he rolled his eyes, hands on hips. “You don’t want to go clubbing after spending the day running around like Lucifer’s little servant, do ya? You look like you’re about ready to pass out.”

Instinctively, their hand shot up to beneath their eyes, where there were some pretty prominent bags. “...Do I look that bad?”

Mammon flinched. “No! That’s not - I didn’t mean - ya look tired!” he scratched at the back of his neck. “It’ll look bad on me if you keel over from exhaustion, and since you can’t seem to say no to anyone, I’m gonna have to do it for you!”

For a moment, they just stared at him. Then, slowly, a big grin spread across their face and they stepped forward to wrap their arms around his middle. They only came up to his collarbone, and he was suddenly very aware of this fact.

“Thank you, Mammon.”

“F-For what?”

They laughed, squeezing him a little bit tighter. “For looking out for me.”

He stilled for a moment before resting his chin on top of their head and returning the hug. “’S my job, ain’t it?”

Leviathan: Knock-knock-knock.

“What’s the password?”

“I’ve got your Akuzon order.”

Levi practically ripped his door off of the hinges as he flung it open. “Yes! Thank you, thank you, omg!” he was already ripping the box open, leaving the door open in his excitement.

“What did you get?” the human asked, poking their head in the doorway.

“The anime adaptation for I’m A Human Who Accidentally Enrolled In A University For Monsters But They’re The Only School That Has My Major So I Guess I’ll Stick It Out! Anime based off of dating sims usually aren’t that great, but I loved the game so much!”

They laughed. “We played it together, remember? We had that big debate on the order we should do the routes.”

“Right, yeah, we did!” Levi paused for a moment, looking down at the cover, and then back up at the human with a slightly blush on his cheeks. “Hey, um…since you went and picked it up for me, and, like, you were just as into the game as I was, so…maybe, um, you would want to watch it with me?”

“Really?” they blinked. “You sure?”

“Yeah, marathons are always better with friends.” Levi was already popping the first disk in. “Hey, go get some snacks!”

Satan: “Oh, you’re still working?”

The human glanced down at him from their position at the top of the ladder, smiling sheepishly. “Yeah, it’s taking me a bit longer than I thought.”

Lucifer has asked them to clean the library earlier that day. Well, not just them - Mammon was supposed to help, but he had oh-so-conveniently remembered that he had something else very urgent that he needed to take care of. So, here they were, five hours later.

Honestly, the library wasn’t even that dirty. But it was quite a large room, far too large for a human to clean by themself.

Satan sighed, shaking his head. “Well, it’s a good thing I made a pit stop on the way home, then.” he set down the cardboard drink carrier in his hands. “Come down for a moment, will you?”

“Ah, yeah, just give me a sec.”

Satan heard the slight clattering of wood against wood, and looked up to the the ladder swaying slightly. The human was carefully picking their way down, seemingly painfully aware of the instability.

“Oh, here, I’ve got it.” one hand on the side of the ladder was enough to steady it, and he heard them let out a sigh of relief as they clambered down the rest of the way.

“Thanks, Satan.” they said as their feet touched the ground. “I didn’t realize it was shaking until I was already on it.”

“Mention it to Lucifer, he’ll do something about it.” Satan replied, brushing a bit of dust out of their hair. “Come on, I brought you some coffee.”

They followed him over to the table, and their eyes lit up when they saw the logo on the bag. “Starbats! Yes, thank you so much!”

“Did I get your order right?” he asked, plucking his own drink out of the carrier. “I was pretty sure, but…”

“Perfect, as always.” they beamed. “You’re the best, Satan.”

“Hey, come on, now,” there was a faint blush on his cheeks. “You’re the one who does everything around here. Buying you coffee is the least I can do.”

Asmodeus: “Well? How did it turn out?”

The human stared at their D.D.D, brow furrowed in concentration as they studied the picture they had just taken. Asmo had texted them frantically, telling them to hurry because the light in his room was just perfect for a photoshoot and he needed a full-body shot.

“I mean, it looks good to me, but you’ve nixed every shot I’ve taken so far…”

“Let me see it then,” he hopped up from the chaise lounge that he had elegantly draped himself over. His silk bathrobe just barely covered all of the essential parts, and the human had to make it a point not to stare. Not that Asmo would mind in the slightest, but still.

“This is it, darling, this is the one!” he pressed an affectionate kiss to the side of their head. “You’re a quick learner, I knew it. Text this to me, okay? I’ll tag you on Devilgram, promise!”

“Glad I could help.” they laughed as they began making their way out of Asmo’s room.

“Hm…wait a minute.”

The paused just in front of the door. Maybe there was an issue with the picture after all? They bit at their lip, ready to question Asmo, but he pressed his deceivingly strong hands against their shoulders and shoved gently.

“Go stand by the window for a second…mm, no, not quite, sit down for me…”

Confused, they obeyed his orders. They placed themself on the window seat, one of those fancy three paneled setups with a bench in the middle.

Out of habit, they turned to look out the window. Asmo was right, it was pretty out. The full moon cast a silvery glow over everything, but it was low enough in the lavender sky that it cast long, creepily elegant shadows all over the garden below. The whole landscape just screaming Gothic novel.

For just a moment, they forgot about Asmo and turned fully to gaze out at the scenery. The Devildom was always pretty in a morose sort of way, but very rarely did they get the chance to appreciate it. They shifted to get more comfortable on the window seat, pulling their knee to their chest and wrapping their arms around it while the other foot kept their balance on the floor.

“Perfect!”

When they whipped around in shock, Asmo was grinning victoriously. “Look, look, this is perfect!”

“Did…did you just take a picture of me?”

“Mhm!” Asmo bounded over to their side and handed them his D.D.D. When had he picked it up? His robe didn’t have pockets. Shaking their head, they looked down at the photo.

“...Oh wow…”

“Right?” Asmo cooed. “Don’t you look absolutely stunning? That longing stare, the way you smile, you look like the protagonist in a paranormal romance”

They blinked down at the picture. “Can…you text this to me?”

“Of course, darling.” he said. “Oh, but let me post it to Devilgram, okay? I want everyone to be jealous of me.”

He plucked his phone out of their hands, stealing a quick kiss from their lips.

“Well call this a reward for being good and obeying orders, okay?”

Beelzebub: “Where are we going?”

It was their lunch hour at RAD, but Beel was taking them in the opposite direction. He had asked the human to come with him, but hadn’t explained where they were going. He had just linked their hands together and smiled down at them, saying it was a surprise.

Finally, he pushed open a door that lead to one of the many internal courtyards. Rose bushes scented the air around them, and a stone path led to the middle of the courtyard where a gazebo stood. As they approached, they saw an amazing array of food spread out on a blanket.

“Beel…?”

“My brothers had you running around the whole weekend.” he said, running his thumb over the back of their knuckles. “You were so busy last night you didn’t get to make your lunch for today. So I asked Barbatos to make lunch for us.”

“Aw, Beel!” they wrapped their arms around his middle and squeezed. “You’re so sweet. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I should be thanking you for taking care of us.” Beel hugged them bag, almost painfully gently so as not to squish them. “My brothers don’t appreciate you nearly as much as they should.”

“It’s fine, Beel, I don’t mind it.”

“I do, though.”

They backed away from the hug a little to look up at Beel, brows furrowed. They were about to say something, but, as usual, the moment was interrupted by a growl from his stomach. The confused expression broke into a grin, and they rejoined their hands, tugging him forward. “Come on, let’s eat.”

Belphegor: Finally, they were alone.

It was rare that Belphegor got to spend any alone time with the human. It almost made him miss being hidden away in the attic, if only for the privacy. But, today was apparently his lucky day, because when he had finally managed to drag himself out of bed, he stumbled - quite literally, he was struggling to keep both eyes open - into the human on their way back to their room.

“I mean, I’m going to be studying, but if you want to come over, you can.”

“You say that like I’m not going to be sleeping.”

They laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. He really liked their laugh, especially when it was genuine.

He was almost home free. They had just made it up the stairs when -

“There you are!”

…Damn it.

“Oh, hey Asmo.” they greeted the other demon, smiling at him. “What’s up?”

“I left my makeup bag at RAD!” Asmo wailed like someone had just kicked his pet hell hound. “I have a date tonight, and I need to get in the bath, which you know is a solid two hour process. Do you think you could be a dear and run and grab it for me?”

The human was going to agree. Belphie could see it in their eyes. They didn’t want to, clearly, but that naturally agreeable disposition usually won out in these scenarios.

“Go get it yourself, Asmo.” he drawled, draping himself over their shoulder. “You’re a grown demon, aren’t you?”

“But - “

Belphegor straightened up from his perpetual slouch, one hand remaining on the human’s shoulder while he shouldered his way past Asmo. His shrieks of irritation were abruptly cut off when Belphie slammed the door to the human’s room behind him.

“What was that for, Belphie?” the human asked.

“You were going to do it.” he shrugged. “Even though you didn’t want to.”

“Well…”

Belphie made his way over to the bed, flopping down on his side with an oh-so-graceful thwump. “I don’t understand you sometimes.”

“I don’t understand me sometimes either.” they sighed, folding their arms. “It’s like, I feel guilty for saying no even if I’m perfectly within my rights. I don’t know why.”

“Eh…” Belphie hummed, sitting up a little bit. “Well, since you can’t seem to say no, I might as well take advantage of that.”

They recoiled a little bit at the wording, but he continued, opening his arms. “Let me cuddle you.”

For a moment, they were silent, and Belphie worried he might have put his foot in it. But, slowly, a smile tugged at their lips, and they clambered into bed with him. With a soft, contented sigh, they snuggled against his chest.

“It’s about time someone else took care of you, you know?”

Diavolo: “Lucifer needs to stop making you deliver his reports for him.”

The human laughed as they handed Diavolo they manila folder containing Lucifer’s paperwork. “I don’t mind it. The scenery at the castle is amazing to look at, it gives me an excuse to walk around a little bit.”

Diavolo grinned down at them. “Always so positive! You truly do brighten the room, my dear.” his molten gold eyes shined with a bit of mischief as he extended an arm to them. “Shall I make the trip worth your while? If you love the scenery near the entrance, you’ll be absolutely enchanted with everything else.”

“Oh,” their eyes widened slightly. “Is that alright?”

“Of course,” he beamed when they hesitantly linked their arm through his. “Honestly, you have enough on your plate without Lucifer using you as a mule.”

“I told you, Lord Diavolo, I don’t mind it.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” he replied, leading the two of them through a door that lead to a courtyard with a rose maze. “But I didn’t bring you here to be a servant. It’s unworthy of him to take advantage of your agreeable nature, even if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.”

“I mean…” they glanced around the courtyard, avoiding Diavolo’s painfully earnest eyes. “The brothers let me stay at the House of Lamentation, so helping out wherever I can is the least I can do, isn’t it?”

“It’s not like you’re intruding.” there was a hint of laughter in Diavolo’s voice as he expertly guided the two of them through the maze. “You were deposited here with nothing but the clothes on your back, the fact that you’re thinking about paying them back is astonishing.”

He paused. They had reached the center of the maze, stopping just beneath a great stone statue of what the human assumed was a previous king, or maybe even the current one. Diavolo turned to face them and took their hand in his large one, bringing their knuckles to his lips while never breaking eye contact.

“It’s one of the many things I find so charming about you.”

[kirishima-rockboi]

Batboys dating D.I.Yers who are sister

*not really sure what this means so I'm kinda go off on a limb and saying it means batboys dating sisters that are D.I.Yers*

Preference

Dick

(Y/N): it's dicks birthday in 5 days but I can't go and buy him anything because of quarantine....Wait I have all my D.I.Y stuff I can just make him something!

-on his birthday-

(Y/N):Babe wait up I have a present for you

Dick: Really? you didn't have to babe

(Y/N): of course I do now open it up!

He opens the present and gets shot with glitter

(Y/N):See now you sparkle even more! But there's actually something in there

Dick: OMG it's a amazing did you make this?!

(Y/N): you're always tilling me how you want to film yourself on patrol now you have a mount so you can.

Jason

After getting home from patrol

Jason: I'm home cutie

(Y/N):...

Jason: Babe?

(Y/N):...

Jason:(Y/N) you're scaring me?

Sees the light on in the basement and goes down to find a huge mess and you in the middle

(Y/N):Hunny your home I didn't hear you come in

Jason:What happened down here?

(Y/N):I refuse to let you give your nieces a gun so I made one that shoots rubber bands and I kinda made a mess

Jason: thats cute and I love you but you're cleaning this up

(Y/N):Thats fair

Tim

(Y/N): Tim are you in here

Tim: Yes come in

Tim:What are you doing here

(Y/N): Can't I see my boyfriend?

Tim: At 2 in the morning?

(Y/N):Ok fine Bruce called me. You need to sleep Tim

Tim: I need to design a new computer cover with the Wayne enterprise logo

(Y/N):I'll do it I'm making stuff all the time

Tim: Coming up with new D.I.Y ideas it not the same as designing

(Y/N):Timothy Jackson Drake are you disrespecting D.I.Y?!

Tim:n..no ma'am

(Y/N):Good now go to bed

Damian

Damian: I want to adopt a puppy but father says that I need to get a dog house first and he won't let me buy one

(Y/N):Then let's make one I know a bunch of D.I.Y videos we can watch to make one

Damian: D.I.Y what?

(Y/N):for the smartest person in our year level your really damb sometimes. You know how I make things from recyclable materials that's called D.I.Y

Damian: So this is the name of the activity you do that leaves a mess everywhere you go?

(Y/N):Correct... HEY I ALWAYS CLEAN UP AFTER MYSELF?!

Damian: Of course you do Beloved

(Y/N): Now come on Damian I want to build this dog house so we can get the puppy.

I'm sorry if it's bad

[wonderlandmind4]

cafe crema headcanon: describe their favorite mugs that they use at home! colors? was it a gift or a spontaneous buy for themselves? a silly seasonal one but they use it all year anyways? do either or both have one that says something ridiculous?

Café Crema

I’m finally answering this! And I love it!

Describe their favorite mugs that they use at home! colors? was it a gift or a spontaneous buy for themselves?

- Y/N has two favorite mugs she uses at home. 

-If one is dirty she’ll use the other.

-One time, she was out of coffee ( too busy at work to remember to pick up some more) and she was desperate; Bucky caught her dumping leftover coffee from one mug into the other to make one full cup, to which he scolded her in playful disgust, before he held up a bag full of her favorite types of coffee he just bought

-The first mug is one that Collin made her; it was arts and crafts day with the parents at Loving Arms. It’s a white mug splattered with all different colors of greens and purples and oranges. He gifted it to her that very same day with a bright smile on his little face.

-The other is big mug, 

-or “its a soup bowl” Bucky deadpanned when he first saw it. 

-But it’s her favorite because it’s marbled with different shades of blue and every time she uses it, she tells Bucky that it matches his eyes. She picked it out just for that reason in the last minute purchase line at the store.

-Bucky wasn’t one to start collecting mugs. He just used the same plain white one at the compound.

-That is, until he met Y/N, and it was only one month into dating when she had excitedly surprised him with a spill proof mug, with a rotating bottom. He couldn’t keep his glare at her for more than five seconds because she was laughing too hard, and it ended up with him tackling her and kissing on her couch.

-He uses it every time he spends the night at her place (which is almost every night). It’s pink. He loves it.

A silly seasonal one but they use it all year anyways?

- Y/N has a temperature changing Halloween mug, and Bucky can’t get over the fact that the image changes when hot liquid is poured inside. It’s a white mug, but little orange jack-o-lanterns appears when in use.

-Y/N got Bucky a Grinch mug. You know the ones that are the actual faces of characters. But the handle is a heart shape. 

-They watched the movie and Bucky secretly thinks his heart always grows three sizes too big whenever she smiles at him. He uses it whenever he can.

-Together the use (share), a cliche touristy one of the Rockefeller Christmas tree because it reminds them both of that night they walked around the city viewing the decorations. 

-(It was also that same night, the first night, Bucky stayed over)

Do either or both have one that says something ridiculous?

- “No use crying over spilled beans”

- “I like you a latte”, because Bucky is a soft sappy puppy of a man and blushed a little when he gave it to Y/N

-Y/N got Bucky to sit down and marathon the Harry Potter movies…to which she got him a mug that says “Espresso Patronum”

-They now have a cabinet full of mugs, collectors and practical ones, right above the coffee station in their shared apartment. -And when Bucky proposes, it isn’t at Ella Cafe where they met as he literally crashed into her life. Or Loving Arms Center, or the park, or in front of the Rockefeller tree a year after they were dating. Nope.

-He purposes by surprising Y/N in bed with breakfast and homemade pumpkin bread (he begged Pete for the recipe and worked really hard on it). He brings the tray in as she sits up, looking beautiful and sleepy and every bit his. 

-The tray holds a plate of eggs and toast and bacon, and the pumpkin bread. Strangely though, there’s the “i love you a latte” mug full of coffee, but there’s a to-go cup there as well with Ella’s Cafe logo on it.

-Y/N is only slightly confused, but since it’s maple latte season, she doesn’t find it unusual.

-Until she picks it up and the weight doesn’t match a cup of liquid. She gives Bucky a confused little look, then pops off the top. She tilts the cup upside down.

-A small black box falls into her palm.

-Before she can open it, before she can even properly react, Bucky is carefully opening the box.

-”I knew I was falling in love with you that first night you dragged me out into the cold to watch the snow fall at 3 am.”

-”You held snowflakes in your hand,” Y/N says breathlessly. She stares at the simple, yet stunning ring in the box. Then looks at Bucky.

-”Yeah,” He chuckles nervously. His cheeks are a dusty pink, but his eyes remain on her. “I just figured…I would love to be woken up in the middle of the night to watch the snow with you for the rest of my life. If that’s okay.”

-Y/N is too busy smiling to respond, and too busy reaching for the ring. Bucky takes her left hand instead, and pulls the ring from it’s little nesting spot.

-”Will you marry me, Y/N?” Bucky asks, his voice shaking just a little. “I mean, I haven’t knocked your coffee over for a good 8 months now.”

-Y/N laughs softly, taking the ring from his fingers to slip it on her left fourth finger. “Well, how could I say no to that progress? Of course I’ll marry you, Bucky.”

-The expression on Bucky’s face will be one Y/N remembers forever as he tackles her in a gleeful kiss. 

-He may not have spilled her coffee, but he did knock the plate of food all over the bed. Neither of them care.

(omg I did not mean for this to turn into the tiniest, fluffiest, drabble of Cafe Crema)

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[that-girl-from-ap-geography]

Dear Early 2000's Kids:

I miss:

Papa's games

DVD's

The big projectors your teacher would wheel into the class to teach you math

Cool math games and all the time I could waste playing all of them in general tbh

Bandalooms were a token of friendships

CD and cassette players

Cars with no ac in the back

The little tablets you could put in water and they grow

Foam bath letters that you stick on the shower wall while in the bathtub

Barbies

The things you could buy for a quarter

The computer keyboards with the big keys that were so satisfying to type with

The giant toy clocks you used in kindergarten

The OG willy Wonka and the chocolate factory

The Where's Perry? Phineas and Ferb special

Cable TV

Call Me Maybe

One Direction

When Nickelodeon was actually cool

Watching late enough that the adult shows started playing

Do y'all remember when you would order a movie from Netflix and get it in the mail

Charlotte's freaking web

No one: Every fourth grader on the bus: *claps to we will rock you* *some popular guy with a deep voice and bad singing screws up the lyrics*

MY PLATE

Dance mat typing

Heelys oh my gosh you were so cool if you had heelys

Classic star wars before Disney bought it

asdf

do do do do do do do do do, do do do do do do do, SAIL

Sugar, spice, and everything nice, that's what girls are made of. Sticks and snails and puppy dog tails, that's what boys are made of.

Oh my gosh you guys the Ramona and Beezus series

Zebra cakes 😏

Alvin and the Chipmunks

Seeing Up, Wall-E, and Tangled in the theatres

Those cootie catchers only two people in the class could make so they dealt them out during recess

Kowalski, analysis

Razor scooters

Playstation one and two

Party Rock Anthem, Dynamite, Forget You, and other classic party songs literally everyone knew

If you don't like Just Dance now, you have aren't a true 2000's kid

The beads you made into a weird design and ironed them to make a...what is the purpose of that?

Friendship bracelets

BILL BILL BILL BILL

Plastic flutes and cheap recorders they lent you in music class

Poptropica...that's all I've got to say on that

Spongebob

liFE IS A HIGHWAY

When All Star wasn't a meme song

Hi! I'm Phineas, and this is Ferb, and we're gonna sing you a song! Ready? Bow chicka wow wow, that's what my baby said!

The coolest prize was a smencil oh gosh those are awesome

When crayola did the thing where you could take a pic of yourself and make you a colouring page

comiNG SOON, children take cover* TO THEATRES NEAR YOU *entire house blows up*

*tinkerbell flies onto the screen* Welcome, to Disney's fast play!!!

What are those cursed little hamster things? Like zoom zooms or something? Oh that's team umi zoomy...but the little hamsters you would see how far they could yeet across the hall.

Hey, this is ______, and you're watching Disney channel! *takes lightsaber and cuts a perfect Mickey mouse logo into the backdrop*

Oh my goodness muppets

Making miis for everyone then making cursed ones with pet flies and the paRADE

Also Wii sports resort and getting the high scores

Toontown in Disneyland

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Stuart little that movie freaked me out

"Guys I stayed up so late last night omg like 10:30"

Megamind freaking megamind

I don't think I'm imagining this, like dragon tales actually happened, right?

Everything is not what it seems...

When people actually used lol right

The little sequin things you put on your eyes

Trying to catch butterflies

[itsallavengers]

STARK BEANS OMG HE TOTALLY WOULD

It starts out bc he finds a lil kitty curled up on the hood of his car.

He has no idea how or why it got there. But it’s… it’s tiny, and it’s black as night and curled in on itself like a lump of dark matter against the striking red of his Ferrari. He cocks his head and scritches the top of its teeny little head, and when the kitty wakes up, he realises that it’s holding its leg all funny. The poor thing is obviously a stray, and there’s something wrong with its back paw.

Pepper is going to kill him for being late to that meeting, but come on- this kitten obviously needs his help.

So he heads in the complete opposite direction of the meeting rooms he was supposed to be driving to, and instead goes to the nearest vet, the little kitten curling back up, this time in his lap. He makes sure not to move around too much, so as not to hurt it more. Unfortunately, however, when the vet looks her over, he tells Tony solemnly that the leg is too badly damaged to heal on its own, and if they wanted to help her they’d either have to amputate or just put her to sleep.

Tony checks his watch. He’s already thirty minutes late- might as well go the whole way and just miss the meeting entirely.

The kitten stays over at the vets whilst Tony throws a load of money at the person he’d been speaking to and tells him to do the best job he can with the operation, and when he goes home, he instantly claps his hands and signals for JARVIS to start a new database.

JARVIS makes a wry comment at the ‘Stark Beans’ decision, but fuck him, Tony thinks it is absolutely fitting. 

It takes him six hours to come up with the perfect design. It’s tiny and barely even uses any materials at all, but it’s flexible and lightweight and the kitty is hardly even going to notice the difference when it’s on. He puts a small rubber paw on the end- soft and durable, and fit like the real thing, and on the back of it he stamps the smallest little StarkIndustries logo on it he’s ever created.

And thus, Stark Beans™ are born.

He saves the project and sends it off to Pepper, telling her that he’s terribly sorry, but this needs to take priority now, I’m going to save all the cats in the world with this. And then once that’s done, he gets in the car and drives back to the vets.

Needless to say, it’s an instant success. 

The Stark Beans™ are put into practise almost immediately. They fast become the best thing on the market. Tony expands a little, making some for the canine counterparts too (Stark Paws™), and suddenly he has a whole market of prosthetic limbs for disabled pets. His favourite part is seeing the little boys and girls that end up running up to him, toothy smiles and sunlit eyes and fists with pictures of their puppy’s new leg and their cat’s new paw. They’re so happy. He made them happy in the space of an afternoon, because of the little kitten who sat herself on his hood and took a nap.

Of course, he keeps her. She came home with him as soon as the new limb was fitted. She was like the tiniest shadow in the galaxy; the only thing that gave away her position in the darkness was the single white paw of her Stark Bean™.

Fittingly, he named her nebula. (Well- technically her name was Horsehead, due to the fact that it was the most famous dark nebula he could think of and at the time he’d thought it was hilarious- but Pepper had quickly put a halt to him yelling out ‘HORSEHEAD NO!’ In the middle of the office when everyone else was working.)

So yes. Nebula. Excellent model for his tech. Even better lab partner. But the best part about her was definitely her little purr when he scratched under her chin

AO3 /// buy me a kofi!

[chewie-redbird]

Unwilling Accomplice (Mitch Rapp AU Smut)* completed

Author : chewie-redbird

Word Count : 8,304

Summary : Mitch is sent to take out Aleksandra, the leader of Red Claw, a international smuggling organization. When Mitch gets to the Ruby Tiger in Sofia, Bulgaria, Aleksandra’s base of operations. He unwillingly ends up as Y/N’s accomplice to get to Alexandra and her laptop. As it’s Y/N’s job to retrieve something very special that was taken from a client.

Characters : Mitch Rapp, reader, OC villain, Stan Hurley, Irene Kennedy, Olivia Pope, Quinn Perkins, Huck (mentioned), OC organization, the C.I.A. (mentioned), Orion Team (mentioned) and Pope & Associates

*A/N : OMG I’m so sorry it took a little longer then expected, I kinda got carried away with it. But I hope y’all love it and please leave a comment about what y’all liked or didn’t like! Sorry about spelling, I try to catch them but some might of slipped by! I had a dream about this scenario and I just expanded on it, been writing it for a while, one of the few stories I'm working on. I love to come up with stories and backgrounds and characters, but have a bad habit of losing enthusiasm to continue writing. I apologize in advance, I'm trying to get over this writer's block issue thingy. Also added Olivia Pope and her people because I love….LOVE the TV show Scandal and I made her apart of the reader’s background. I still haven’t finished the series yet cause I don’t want to watch Olivia Pope go! So if there’s inconsistencies….sorry but this is an AU where Olivia and Mitch are in the same universe. Also there's a shout out to the amazing TV show The O.C.! And the beautiful Rachel Bilson’s wonderful character Summer Roberts from the show! 

Y/N's POV

As your car pulls up to the front of the club, hearing the muffled beat of the music playing inside. Your driver comes around and holds out his hand for you to take as he opens your door. You step outside with your Eloise Almond Toe Louboutin Bootie clacking onto the pavement. The pin-thin stiletto heel on the almond-toe bootie made from plush red suede and finished with that iconic red sole stands out amongst the night. As you stepped out, your famous red Paris Lace Body-Con Dress by Bardot shines under the street lights. Your bandana red and gold, glazed calfskin Small Kate Chain Crossbody Bag, featuring a gilded pull-through chain strap and interlocking logo by Saint Laurent dangles beside you. As you walk up to the bouncer, you pull out a black plastic card, with just three red claw marks on it. He runs it through a machine and it beeps and glows green, he moves aside as you strut by entering the club.

As you enter the club surveying the place,

“I’m in” you say seemingly to yourself,

“See anyone we know?” a woman’s voice comes through your earpiece,

“Just the usual for an exclusively expensive international club, mid-level goons for multiple criminal organizations, some kids of ambassadors, senators and prime ministers. Hell even some royals are partying up with some upper classers and b-list movie stars. Besides that not really anyone worth mentioning” you smile at some hot guy who walks past you as you make your way into the dancefloor,

“Ok, now what about the target? Do you see her?” another woman’s voice comes through, commanding even over the earpiece,

“She’s not on the…..what a minute…..yes. She’s in her office overlooking the dancefloor like the blueplans show” you state making your way into the middle of the dancefloor swaying to the music blending in perfectly,

“Good, we need to get her laptop Y/N, it has the information we need, you know what happens if this fails” the woman with the commanding voice states,

“Yes boss lady, I know what's at stake, I won’t fail…..” you reply but your voice dies down when you see him.

Mitch’s POV

As he enters the club, the Ruby Tiger, the base of operations for the Red Claw. An international smuggling organization run by a Russian woman named Aleksandra. She smuggles anything and everything as long as she makes a profit from it. She has been a thorn in the sides of multiple law enforcement agencies across the globe. But she’s become such a threat now that the C.I.A. has decided it’s time to end this organization.

Aleksandra hasn’t been caught or arrested as she invokes loyalty from her workers. She actually takes care of those who work for her, even going as to help fund their families; even for those who are arrested or killed in action. If she didn’t give weapons to terrorists, help cartels ship their drugs or smuggle kidnapped victims. Irene had chosen him for the job, sending himself and Stan on standby, making it his twenty-fifth mission.

As he makes his way to the bar, he feels weird like someone is watching him, but as he looks around he can’t figure out where it’s coming from. He orders a drink, turning to lean against the bar looking up at Aleksandra’s office with a cold stare. He quickly looks out to the dancefloor, feeling that same feeling like someone is watching him. With all his skills, he still can’t pinpoint where this feeling is coming from much to his annoyance. But finally giving up, he looks back up to see Aleksandra standing, watching over everyone. He ended up catching Aleksandra’s stare, holding it for a while before she turned away.

Y/N’s POV

As you shake and shimmy to the beat of the music, you continuously keep stealing glances at him, Mitch Rapp. You’ve heard from the grapevine that Stan Hurley’s new protégé was said to rival the likes of even you.

“Y/N, what is it?” the boss lady tone asks,

“Oh just that Hurley’s new puppy just walked in and is at the bar as we speak” you reply nonchalantly,

“Hurley? As in your old boss?” the other woman asks,

“Yes, and by the way his new protégé is watching Aleksandra’s office must mean he isn’t here for a party” you say as you continue dancing,

“Mitch Rapp could be useful or a pain if he gets to her first” the boss lady comments,

“Well he’s not gonna be an issue cause he’s about to be caught” you say smiling to yourself,

“What do you mean? And are you smiling?” the boss lady asks,

“He just had a staring contest with Aleksandra and now some of her men are walking around to see if they need to take him away. And yes I am smiling cause I wouldn’t have gotten caught watching my target. Much like how I'm annoying him as he was looking around earlier looking for the source of his hibby jibbies.” you say smiling still,

“Should I help him out or not?” you ask as you slow down your dancing,

“Mhmm” boss lady says,

“Boss lady, we are losing time” you say moving towards the bar,

“I’m thinking” boss lady replies,

“Think faster cause he’s a lost cause in twenty seconds” you state as slow down looking at your phone quickly,

“Do it, save him!” boss lady orders as you move to get to Mitch.

Mitch’s POV

“Babe! There you are! I was wondering when you’d get here!” he hears this silky voice drag him out of his thoughts.

Looking at where the voice came from when his jaw dropped, seeing this beautiful woman with dark brown curly hair that’s shoulder length. A simple golden A shined brightly on a gold chain, hanging just above her breasts. Her smile illuminated by her bright red lips that made them look plump and so kissable. She put her hands on his chest, her perfectly manicured red nails shined as well as her ruby Classic Square Halo Ring by Lafonn.

“Wha…..” he was about to ask confused as hell,

“If you don’t play along, you’ll be marked, dumbass” this woman whispers to him as she pushes her body flat against him running her hands down his chest.

He just nodded his head as he didn’t trust his voice right at the moment. She smiled and kissed him, being in shock he seen the two men walk by saying he’s just some boyfriend. As soon as they left he went to kiss back but she pulled away, smirking. He looked at her in confusion, wondering why she helped him and who she was.

She giggled as she pulled him onto the dancefloor, swaying to the music pulling him close to her body. He danced with her, wondering why he felt so drawn to her given they just met. He danced with this mysterious woman for a few minutes before he can trust his voice,

“Who are you?” he whispered into her ear as she spun around and pulled him against her back holding his hands onto her stomach,

“Someone who just saved your ass. You know Stan is gonna chew your ear off for almost getting caught” Y/N told him smiling,

“How do you know Hurley? How do you know who I am?” he asked confused, she just smiled,

“You never did your homework did you?” the woman turns around holding him close to her still dancing,

“Someone who’s better than you are” she smirked at him then her attention was elsewhere.

Y/N's POV

“Y/N, pay attention, it’s time to introduce yourself to Aleksandra” boss lady tells you,

“Ugh fine” you say a little irritated,

“Fine what?” Mitch asks you with that adorable confused look you seen earlier,

“I got to go to work, Mr. Rapp” you tell him then give him a kiss that he returns which ignites a fire in you but you leave him on the dance floor anyways.

You strut away shaking your ass a little more than necessary, as you make your way off the dancefloor. After you knew you lost Mitch’s sight, you made your way to thug near the bottom of the stairs.

“How do you want me to go about this?” you ask the boss lady,

“You could say…..” the other woman was gonna say something but was cut off,

“Use Mitch” the boss lady coldly replies,

“What?!” you reply,

“Use him to get to Aleksandra, tell her he’s there to kill her and when she brings him to her, use him to get to the laptop” the boss lady states,

“......okay, it’ll get done” you reply with a hint of reluctance,

“Don’t fail, or else we will lose our chance to help our client reunite with their precious” boss lady tells you,

“I know, I’ll do it” you reply.

As you got to the thug, he just looked at you through his black shades,

“I have some information for the boss lady” you say simply as he listens to his earpiece, then he motions for you to head up.

You walk up the stairs, wait outside double doors that read “Office of Aleksandra” in blood red cursive letters.

The doors open and you walk in, seeing a beautiful office decorated in wine reds, midnight blacks with a dash of silver. A couple of thugs stand on either side of the way from the door to the desk. A big red chair spun around revealing the golden brown, golden hazel eyed Russian. Her red lips turned up into an smirk that sent shivers down your spine. She tapped her perfectly manicured gold nails on her desk as she leaned forward. Her black Lace Fit & Flare Cocktail Dress by Eliza J shown off her gold Aleksandra on her gold chain.

“Итак, я слышал, у вас есть информация для меня. Теперь скажи мне, почему я должен слушать тебя, а не убивать или выбрасывать? (So, I hear you have some information for me. Now tell me why I should listen to you and not kill you or throw you out?)” Aleksandra asked you as her Russian accent comes out perfectly,

“Я знаю, что кто-то здесь, чтобы убить тебя (I know someone is here to kill you)” you say nonchalantly in perfect Russian which surprises Aleksandra and makes her slightly smile,

“But if you don’t want to hear what I have to say, I can take a hint” you turn around walking out,

“Wait! You speak as if you’re from mother Russia but your skin says otherwise” Aleksandra says making you smile as you turn back to her,

“I spent some time in Новосибирск (Novosibirsk)” you tell her,

“Come, tell me what you know” she says,

“There is an operative of the C.I.A. here to kill you, and not just any operative. A member to the Orion team” you tell her as you move closer to her desk as she thinks over your words,

“Who?” Aleksandra asks as her eyebrow raised,

“Mitch Rapp, that guy who was eyeing you earlier and who I was dancing with” you continue saying nonchalantly,

“Now why are you giving up your dance partner?” Aleksandra asks eye brow still raised,

“I want something in return, like a good business woman you are, you know no good deed is done without something in return” you say to her as she watches you carefully, she laughs,

“Ha, alright, in return for bring to light this bump in the road, I’ll grant you something in return. Now, go, fetch” Aleksandra tells you and then waves her hands at her thugs who began to walk out,

“No wait!” you say a little too loudly as she watches you carefully to explain yourself,

“You have a bar full of people, someone with Mitch’s calibur will surely cause a mess if you send your thugs right now. Let me disarm him and then bring your boys to grab him” you explain rather quickly, surprising yourself with that fast reason, she nodded her head yes as you smile,

“Besides, never send a man to do a woman’s job” you say over your shoulder as you turn and strut out hearing her laugh.

Mitch’s POV

“Ugh fine” she says a little irritated making him pay attention to her again and not looking up at Aleksandra’s office,

“Fine what?” he asks you confused as he didn’t say anything,

“I got to go to work, Mr. Rapp” she tell him then gives him a kiss that he returns which ignites a fire in himself but she leave him on the dance floor.

She struts away shaking her ass making him groan, as she make her way off the dancefloor. After he lost sight of you, he headed back to the bar for a drink. His cell began to vibrate in his pants, he pulls it out to answer it,

“Hey, I’m in position if you need back up which you shouldn’t” Hurley’s voice comes throw the line,

“Thanks for the support…..” he debates on telling him about the woman he just ran into as he took a drink,

“What is it Rapp?” Hurley asks already knowing he wanted to say something,

“There’s a woman here who knows me and you. She says I haven’t done my homework obviously and she is better than me” he replies after a minute of silence,

“What?! What woman?! What does she look like?!” Hurley sounds worried for a moment,

“Uh she’s about 25, (Y/H), (Y/H/C), (Y/E/C), body to die for, voice of an angel, seems trained well and has a confident flirty attitude” he lists off everything he noted while with the mystery woman,

“Mmmm” Hurley thinks,

“Does she sound like someone you know?” he asks his mentor,

“Sorta, but I’m not sure….” Hurley was saying but is interrupted,

“Mitch!” that voice comes floating to him as he turns to she her strut over to him smiling,

“Mitch? Is that her?” Hurley asks,

“Yes” he replies as she gets to him and kisses him,

“Mitch that’s…..!!!!” Hurley starts to say but he shuts his cell phone off to kiss her, which deepens,

“Not hear” she whispers after pulling back for air, she looks around and smiles then pulls him towards the bathroom near the stairway that leads to Aleksandra’s office. He makes a note about the stairs and the thug standing by the bottom for later.

She pulls him passing the thug at the bottom of the stairway, he is pulled into the bathroom and slammed against the door. She kisses him as she locks the washroom, her hands going back to roam his body sending shivers down his spine. She starts to push his shirt up, he leans back as he lifts the shirt off his head and drops it on the ground.

She stands back a little to admire his physique, her hands roaming his chest as her mouths fallows. Kissing all over his chest, feeling his muscles tense and relax under her touch. She kisses his nipples, hearing him release a small moan and see him twitch a little. Her hands roaming down his chest, playing with his hairs on his chest slowly following the trail down to his pants.

He hadn’t been with anyone. Not since Katrina. Yeah, he knows it’s crazy. But something about this woman brought out this part of him. He never even thought he could feel for another woman like this. Yeah he knows it’s unimaginable to be like this, he just met this mystery woman. But she has captured his heart like Katrina did so long ago. He can’t explain it but he feels like his heart beat finally after Katrina died.

(Y/N)’s POV

You continue to kiss your way down as your hands unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down as you kiss his defined abs. You look up throw your lashes as he moans slightly, as you throw his gun to the left. He looks down as you pull his pants and boxers down. Your gaze goes back to your destination, as you kneel in front of him, his cock springs out and hits his stomach. You remove his knife attached to his right ankle and throw it with his gun without him noticing. Your mouth waters as it twitches with need to be touched, your hand slowly moves to grab it lightly, making him groan.

His head flies back to hit the door as your tongue licks the precum off his cock, making him release a small moan. He threads his hands through your silky hair, as your mouth envelopes his cock, you start to bob your head and your hand begins to rub what couldn’t fit. You felt so good, he couldn’t stop his moans from flying out his mouth, biting his lip trying to stop them. He looks down at you as you look up at him through your lashes, he groans,

“God, baby, you feel so good” he tells you, you hum in acknowledgement which sent a shiver through him, he could feel his stomach tighten,

“Baby I’m close” he states, closing his eyes, as he feels slightly bad but you uess he hadn’t been with anyone since Katrina. Yeah, you knows it’s insane to feel so connected to him. But something about this man brought out this part of you, a part you shut off since you lost your parents. You never even thought you could feel this love for another person. Yeah you know it’s unexpected that he brightens your world. You just met this man, this complete stranger. But he has captured your heart like nobody else. You can’t explain it but you feel like your heart beats finally alive.

You hum and remove your hands and take him in your mouth fully surprising him,

“Holy shit” he says in shock at the feeling of hitting the back of your throat, he can feel his toes curling in his shoes.

Your free hand moves up his chest as you bob your head almost releasing him and then back down to bury your nose in his curly hairs at the base. You continue your movements while your free hand moves up to his nipple, something he was too occupied to realize. As soon as you played with his sensitive nipple he released a throaty moan and his cock twitched. You stopped your moving, focusing on sucking as you milked him for every last drop of his sweet nectar.

He was panting heavily, as you stood back up smiliming,

“So are you gonna help me out of this dress or what?” you say with a seductive voice over your shoulder as you turn around with your back facing him,

“Absolutely” he states, kicking off his shoes, pants and boxers, he walked up to you as he slipped the zipper down, pushing the dress off your shoulder as he kissed your newly exposed skin.

As your dress pooled around your heels, you stepped out of it, turning around to look at him. He kissed you passionately, making you moan as your bodies hugged close to each other. His hands slid down your back and squeezed your ass, yours scratching down his back leaving red marks. He lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he brought you to the sink, placing you down. He began to kiss down your neck, leaving love bites in his wake, making his way to your chest. He admired and a little bit of shocked that you hadn’t been wearing any underwear,

“It’s too uncomfortable too with that dress” you state as if you read his mind, he just nodded and continued his assault on your chest, making you moan as he kissed around your breasts. You whimpered as he was not kissing where you wanted him to be, so you threaded your fingers in his hair and pushed him against you breasts. He took the hint and enveloped your nipple in his mouth, kissing as much skin and licking your hardened nipple tugging with his teeth as he pulled back. You moaned louder as he switched breasts, using his free hands to palm and play with the other breast.

He smirked at your sounds, which was music to his ears and made his cock start to harden again. He eventually started to kiss down your stomach, along your hips, your inner thighs and licking your skin as he went. You whimpered again, not feeling him at your core, his magical tongue working to push you over the edge into bliss.

“Mitch, don’t tease” you pleaded as he smirked at your request, he did as he was told, he slowly licked your pussy up to your bundle of nerves making you squirm. He kept you still with one of his hands on your hips as the other went to open you up for his tongue, your sweet nectar dripping out. He kept diving his tongue deeper as your moans got louder, he slowly begin to slip his middle finger into you and turning it so it hit your sweet spot. You moaned loudly at that backing up to his finger, your pussy trying clench around his finger.

You can feel his smirk as he continues to eat you out, making you become a moaning mess. He adds another finger, constantly hitting your sweet spot and biting at your nub making you moan louder. He adds another finger and turns his fingers to hit spots you never felt touched before causing you to whimper.

“M-M-Mitch, I’m close” you stutter under the waves of pleasure coarse through you as he hums in acknowledgment, sending another wave through you. He looks up at you smiling, seeing your eyes close in bliss, moans never ending leave your mouth.

“Do it baby, come for me” his words while his fingers picking up pace bring you to the edge and his mouth sucking on your bundle of nerves and lightly bite you again sends you over the edge. You scream in pleasure as he continues to lap at your juices flowing down your thighs. He helps you ride out your high, not stopping his licking of you slurping up as much as he can. He doesn’t stop his assault until you whimper and try to push his head away. He stops and stands licking his fingers clean, you finally peak at him as he patiently waits for you to recover.

“You taste so sweet babe” he tells you as you pull him into a kiss, but not like before this one is sweet, slow and full of emotion. Your hands glide over his chest as his slide up your sides. You reach down to line him up, his hands on your hips,

“Do we need um….” he began to ask,

“No, I’m on the pill and I wanna feel you” you say pulling him closer by his shoulders as he pushes in you. You bite onto his shoulder to wwkeep from screaming, nails leaving red marks down his back as he fills to the hilt. He stays still to allow you to adjust, groaning as he feels how tight you are, kissing your neck. You finally nod to signal him to move, almost gonna say something when he pulls out almost completely to slam back in. Your scream at the movements only egging him on to continue, his hands on your hips leaving bruises.

He keeps rotating from fast and powerful thrusts to slow and meaningful pushes causing you to feel light headed. Darkness appears around your vision, your face contorted in pleasure. He brings your ankles up to his shoulders changing the angle and depth of him in you. You went to scream but nothing came out, voice stuck in your throat, head leaning back against the mirror. He brings his hand to rub your bundle of nerves for added pleasure, this time you release a moan.

You feel the coil tightening, your vision blurring and moans turning to screams. He kept his rhythm going, you feel his other bring your head to his in a heated kiss. He kissed down your neck, finding your pulse point and biting it, the coil tightened and snapped. You screamed in pleasure as your walls clenched around him, nails clawing at his back and head resting on the mirror. Afterwards your orgasm spurred his own on, your walls milking him off every drop he had. He helped you ride them out, stopping only when you tried to push him away feeling very sensitive. He helped you down off the sink on wobbly legs, keeping a hand on your waist to keep you up.

“Wow, that was….” you began when you looked up at him, his taller stature towering over you,

“What makes you think we are done? Unless you wanna stop?” he smirks at you while you gulp, but as he turns you around and pushes you down onto the counter you don’t stop him.

He comes up behind you, spreading your legs, lining up to you again as he rubs your back. He pushes in, you both groan in unison as slowly thrusts into you. He continues this agonizingly slow pace, making you whimper for more,

“You’re going to slow” you tease, smiling knowing he would respond,

“Your teasing me for more huh? Well baby, too bad, deal with it” he states as he continues with his slow movements.

He leaves kisses on your back, marking every inch he can with his mouth, rubbing the bruises on your hips. Your back arches off the counter as your coil tightens again, shocking you completely. He pulls your chest against his, moving his hand to your breast to palm it and kiss you again. You moan into him, his mouth leaving love bites on the other side of your neck leaving no part of you untouched.

The angle he has is now pushing you to your third release tonight, something you didn’t know you could do. Your guys heavy panting the only noise in the washroom, his lips leaving wet kisses down your neck and on your shoulders. One hand playing with one of your breasts while the other went to your bundle of nerves. The overall sensations skyrocketing you to your orgasm,

“I’m close” is all you can mutter,

“Same here babe” he grunts out going faster somehow which with one last thrust.

You scream his name, surely people outside know what is happening in here if they didn’t know already. You kiss him and he kisses back and the emotions spill out of you both. None of you question this sudden wave of emotions in you, just enjoying it while it's there. You see stars explode in your eyes and body becomes boneless as waves crash through you. They only thing keeping you up is him, but his legs are wobbling a little now after he came too after you clenched around him. You feel your mixed juices sliding down your legs, he leaves kisses on your neck. He pulls out and let's you lean against the counter as he stumbles backwards and leans on the wall.

As you finally recover enough, you smile at him and wobbly walk to your dress. You slip it on again, turning back to him, asking,

“Mind zipping it on?” you ask, voice shaky still, he just nods and does so.

You walk over to the corner, bending down to pick up his weapons and your purse he somehow missed you dropping. You place the weapons inside while he is still recovering, looking at the bite mark on his shoulder from earlier.

“Damn babe, you didn’t have to bite so hard” he says,

“I’m sorry, Mitch, but you better dress now” you say not looking at him, he finally turns to you but he sees the door open and thugs with guns walk in.

Mitch’s POV

He looks at her but she never make eye contact, leaving the washroom as he realizes he is weaponless. He is completely speechless, not understanding why she did this to him. He knows she felt what he felt and it’s confuses him to now end as to why. After redressing, they escort him to the office, as he is pushed in, he sees her talking with her, Aleksandra.

“Ah, this must be Mitch. He is much better good looking up close then from up here. Greetings Mr. Rapp, I’m…” the Russian says with a smile that sent shivers down his spine,

“I know who you are” he states codly not taken his eyes off (Y/N), who continues to ignore him.

Aleksandra sees this and smiles even more,

“Right, the whole you’re sent to kill me thing. Can we not do that? It’s bad for business if I’m dead” Aleksandra says nonchalantly,

“Why did you do this? I wanna know” he states towards her, Aleksandra looks over to her too,

“Ah, you didn’t tell him. See she wants something from me, so she traded you for a favor from me” Aleksandra smiles looking back and forth at them, as he tears up and she shutters and looks down at her feet.

“Oh this is too good” Aleksandra laughs making them both look at her,

“Two lovers on opposite sides. Pit against each other. How medieval and Shakespeare-ing” Aleksandra says while still laughing,

“What!?! I don’t love him!?!” she quickly defends herself, waving her arm at him, while the other went to rest on her hip.

“Prove it then” Aleksandra’s Russian accent came out more as she reached for a drawer and pulling put a blade and sliding it to her.

She looked at the metallic blade and then back at Aleksandra, but she reached for the blade and turned towards him. Aleksandra smiled evilly, as she walked over to me, she lean against me and whispered,

“Jump in when you know too” as she stabbed my gut making me groan, missing every important thing as she turned back to Aleksandra who accepted it,

“Well, then, unexpected, so what is it you want in return?” Aleksandra asked her missing the blade was still in me, I was confused as to what she meant,

“Well, I need the location of someone you transported recently” she asked while I caught her venom in her word and by Aleksandra’s look, so has the Russian,

“I’m sorry, all information on paid jobs are sealed and non-optional sweetheart” Aleksandra stated, as she sees the look in her eyes,

“Ah, I see, someone close to you had been, transported, and it left a bad taste in your mouth” Aleksandra says even though it sounds like a question making her hand twitch and clenched into a fist,

“Well darling, I completely forgot to ask for your name, who are you?” Aleksandra asks standing up laying her hands on her desk as (Y/N) stands her ground,

“I’m known by many names, but you can call me черная вдова! (the Black Widow!)” (Y/N)’s Russian perfect as Aleksandra’s smile faded and she her hand twitches while my smile grew as I finally remeber her now.

Aleksandra looks at me, her eyes going to the blade still in my side, she looks back at (Y/N), and realizes she fucked up.

“Kill them!” Aleksandra orders as she reaches for her laptop on her desk but (Y/N) reaches out and pulls Aleksandra’s golden hair slamming her face onto the desk.

I pull out the blade, groan and used it slash the thug’s arm on my left making him drop his pistol, (Y/N) spins around a thugs’ neck as he tried to grab her and using the momentum to push him onto the ground with her knees on his back. I tackled the thug that was on my right and use the blade to stab his throat like Hurley taught me. Picking up his pistol, I quickly dispatched the two thugs behind Aleksandra who were about to shoot (Y/N). She went after Aleksandra who tried to use a secret hallway to escape while I dealt with more thugs coming in.

(Y/N)’s POV

Aleksandra tried to run but bitch wasn’t getting away from me, I still needed her to access her laptop back in the office. We ran up this stairway, I finally tackle her before a rooftop access door. We wrestle around, punching, clawing, slapping, kicking until she lands a punch on my jaw. It dazes me as she gets up and runs towards the door she opens it. She is about to walk through the open door when a trash can comes outta nowhere and hits her. I get up holding my jaw as I feel a bruise coming, I look up defensively when a person shows. The sun is hiding the man but I relax as the person comes in and is Stan Hurley himself.

“Oh it’s you, was wondering when you were gonna show” you say looking at the unconscious Russian,

“How you been (Y/L/N)?” Hurley asks looking at her too,

“Fucking bitch got lucky and socked me good, besides that I’m great” you reply glaring at the woman.

He just laughed, picked her up and you both walked down the stairs, when you entered the office, you both almost got shot!

“Wow! Chill! It’s us!” you scream at Mitch while ducking down,

“Oh. Hurley?” Mitch asks as the man came in with the unconscious Russian on his shoulder,

“Yeah you dumbass” Hurley put the Russian on her chair, during her hands together and to the desk so she couldn’t move,

“So I see you to met. Intimately I might add” Hurley says looking between you two, making you blush a little,

“How’d…” you asked before he gave you that dad stare,

“Cause last time I seen him he didn’t have hickeys all over his neck and seeing as you are covered also. Doesn’t take a genius” Hurley tells you making you look down at your shoes,

“Yeah, she did that in order to disarm me!” Mitch complains, I just send him a glare,

“Yeah, cause your ass was made and it was the only to keep them from just shooting at you” you tell him as he glares at you,

“Then why’d you stab me?” Mitch asks you moving closer while holding his side,

“Cause that was the only way to give you the blade” you say nonchalantly lifting his shirt to see the cut,

“You couldn’t find another way?” Mitch complains again,

“If I stabbed you in the leg or arm, you’d be compromised and useless to me” you tell him, applying a cloth with alcohol, he winched when you cleaned it.

“And that’s why she’s known as черная вдова. The Black Widow. Among other similar names” Hurley states sitting down relaxing,

“Where did you get all that stuff?” Mitch asked you as he watched you finish cleaning it then put a bandage to the cut applying pressure,

“My purse” you answer him when you look up and realize how close you were to him again. Your breathes mixing as he put his hand on yours holding the bandage, you cleared your throat and moved your hand to tape it to his body.

“Wounds not deep, so you won't…..need….stitches” you tell him as he eyed your lips, the both of you very close that it just take one of you to lean a little bit more to kiss,

“You know, not to interrupt this love fest, but the Russian is awake now” the old man speaks after clearing his throat to announce himself as the two of you break away from each other.

“Wha….” Aleksandra says still a little light headed looking around,

“I need your laptop password” you tell Aleksandra as she looks at you still dazed,

“Why do you need her password? What are you doing here?” Mitch asks you,

“Cause I’m a gladiator in a suit” you look over your shoulder at him before turning back to Aleksandra,

“What?” Mitch asks still confused,

“She works for the great and mighty Olivia Pope” Hurley informs the younger man,

“The D.C. fixer?” Mitch asks looking at you,

“Pope and Associates may have started out as a problem fixing firm for D.C., but we have expanded and gone global now. It was Olivia who helped me leave Orion and the C.I.A. and because of that I started to work for her. Well that and reasons my own I left the C.I.A. for P&A.” you say,

“So, we can’t access her laptop without the correct password. It’s too protected to try a worm our way in via WiFi connection. Me or Huck would have to be physically there and even then I don’t know how long it would be to crack it” the other woman’s voice sounds in your earpiece,

“Really? Quinn, you can’t do nothing? Are you sure?” you ask looking annoyed,

“Quinn?” Mitch asks Hurley,

“Quinn Perkins, P&A’s second best hacker and first overall go to girl” Hurley states waiting for (Y/N) to continue,

“Yes, I mean, I could try to see how long the password is?” Quinn states,

“Perfect, cause this bitch is finally awake” you reply as Aleksandra looks up at you,

“Well, you got me, whoop de do! What now darling?” Aleksandra asks smiling,

“(Y/N), put me on speaker” Olivia tells you via the earpiece, as you pull it out and click on your cell,

“Aleksandra, this is Olivia Pope. Do you know who I am?” Olivia's voice comes out of your cell as you put it on the table,

“Da, everyone knows Olivia Pope” Aleksandra states,

“Well listen to me, if you do not give my associate here, the correct password into your laptop. I will let the men take you to the U.N. to be tried and charged with multiple accounts of drug smuggling, human trafficking, kidnappings, murders and weapons trafficking and most likely sentenced to a life of torture where you wished you were sentenced to death instead” Olivia threatens over the cell making goosebumps come up as you believed it. Aleksandra thought for a moment before considering it,

“The password is Ruby Tiger. Capital r and t and space between” Aleksandra offers,

“Quinn?” you ask,

“It fits, but if it’s wrong it will erase everything on the laptop including where are client’s precious is” Quinn states as (Y/N) plugs in the password as the laptop dings and it loads the desktop completely untouched.

“I’m in, Quinn?” you reply as you see the mouse moves by itself,

“I got the information. Actually, I got all of it. Every victim, weapons, drugs and cargo she ever smuggled for whatever reason and every place and ways she's uses” Quinn states as she looks over the information, as she sends it all to their server so they can sift through it,

“Great, what about her?” you ask,

“Give her too Irene” Olivia says as the said woman busts through the doors with armed men,

“Well I see you actually have things under control. Hello (Y/N)” Irene says smiling at you as she moves to hug you,

“Hello Deputy Director, when did that happen?” you ask as you pull back,

“Just recently. Hurley. Rapp.” Irene smiles and nods to the two men then looks back and forth between Mitch and you with a look,

“What? Do I have something on my face?” you ask completely forgetting the love bites all over your neck and pull out your compact and then blush when you see them again, closing it and look at her as she gives you that mom look,

“Really? Another one of my operatives?” Irene smiles and laughs a little shaking her head at you,

“Another one?” Mitch asks raising his eyebrow at you,

“There may have been an fellow operative or two in my past” you say laughing nervously,

“May have been? Hurley, what number does Mitch make?” Irene asks the older man who shares her smile,

“Uh, twenty I think” Hurley replies standing up and put his arm around Mitch smiling,

“Twe-twe-twenty?” Mitch stutters looking at you in shock,

“Hey some of those weren’t field agents! Some were desk people and hackers….” you begin to defend yourself but stop when you look at Mitch, then look down at your feet,

“People….as in not just men?” Mitch asks out loud as his mind pictures it,

“Some weren’t alone and the others were drunk nights with friends” you tell him,

“M-m-more than one person at a time….and with both men and women?” Mitch utters moving too sit down,

“See, the Black Widow name fits now doesn’t it?” Hurley states as you shoot him a glare,

“But hey! They were all just fwbs and drunken one night stands! Mitch is…..” you begin but stop yourself from continuing,

“What? Different?” Irene asks you laughing but when you look at her she stops laughing, she sees it in your eyes,

“Wow, I knew there was something I liked about you” Aleksandra says as you all look at her,

“Take her out of here!” Irene orders the men as they do that, leaving you four in the room,

“Well this has been fun, we should do it again sometime. Irene, I’ll send you a copy of the information. Hurley. Rapp. (Y/N), report back when you’re on your way home.” Olivia states,

“Olivia, didn’t know you’d be hear as with your new associate you stole. And we should have drinks to catch up sometime” Irene replies,

“Olivia” Hurley says back,

“Uh, Hi, Miss Pope” Mitch says nervously,

“Will do” you simply say,

“It’s Olivia, Rapp” Olivia tells him but the line dies.

“Why are you here Irene?” you ask realizing she didn’t say,

“Well when Hurley lost contact with Mitch, which I’m guessing was your fault” Irene looks at you, making you blush while you shake your head yes,

“Hurley called, saying how you’d shown up and he lost contact with Mitch” Irene continues as you remember his cell you pocketed earlier reach into your purse to hand it back to him as with his weapons,

“Hey! I didn’t even know I lost it” Mitch says grabbing his cell looking at you,

“That’s terrible Rapp. More training for you when we get back” Hurley tells his protege shaking his head in disappointment,

“Gee, thanks” Mitch mumbles to you,

“And when Hurley stopped talking, I assumed I had to come save the day. I was just leaving Barcelona in Spain when I turned the plane around to come here. And now what’s with you and Mitch?” Irene asks you,

“Um...honestly I don’t know” you reply then look at him,

“It’s weird, this feeling I have, it started slow when I first seen him. But it grew rapidly, especially when I kissed him, his touch send sparks flying. It awoke something in me I can’t really describe….sorta like…” you say getting lost in his eyes,

“My heart beat for the first time” you and Mitch say at the same time,

“Well, the only thing I have to say is, don’t fuck up your jobs because of each other” Irene says smiling at the two of you,

“Remember, never let it get personal. Oh and wrap it up, I don’t want any babies around” Hurley states smiling at you two,

“I agree, I’m too pretty to be a grandma yet” Irene says,

“Stan! Irene!” you say laughing as Mitch looks at you confused,

“Oh, didn’t you know Stan is my legal guardian as with Irene?” you tell him as he smiles at you wrapping his arms around you.

You both stare at each other, lost in each other’s eyes, every emotion shown. Your world brighter then it was when you first got here, then it was yesterday or a month ago. You see your future in front of you, not wanting to change a single thing. You feel he feels the same way, somehow you know it to be true, it’s in his eyes. You both lean in and kiss with all the love and passion you can muster.

“Kay, well we gotta go” Irene says sadly at you two making you tear up as well as Mitch.

Eventually, sadly you said goodbye to Irene, her having to go to New York for some meeting with the Director of the F.B.I. on some incident. Sadly you also had to say goodbye to Hurley and Mitch, both men having to had back to the Farm. Having to say bye to your only mother and father figures since your parents died made you sad. Seeing them was great, you would always love them, and they always had a place in your heart.

Now you are on your plane heading home back to P&A headquarters in D.C., as you call Olivia back leaning forward to take off your heels,

“(Y/N)” Olivia’s voices booms over the line,

“Olivia” you say smiling,

“Rapp” Olivia says nonchalantly,

“Uh...Hi…Olivia” Mitch speaks up shocked as you lean back into his side cuddling up.

Oh yeah, you couldn’t say goodbye to Mitch, and neither could he. So he tagged along with you on your jet while Hurley went alone with theirs. He accepted it, saying how he would actually get some sleep for once without the younger guy waking him up with his researching. You look at the man beside you, smiling brightly at him, as he returns your smile.

“Well, we found out where precious is being held” Olivia tells you, making you look at the cell,

“Where?” you ask as Mitch looks confused,

“Quinn found out Precious is being held in New York. Do you need me to send someone else?” Olivia says,

“Precious?” Mitch asks you,

“Precious is the nickname of Marissa Cohen, daughter of Senator Cohen of California.” you tell him handing him your profile on Marisa,

*the file*

Full Name : Marissa Roberts Cohen

Nickname(s) : Precious (by her mother)

Family : Senator Summer Roberts-Cohen (Mother), Seth Cohen (Father), Doctor Neil Roberts (Maternal Grandfather), Sandy Cohen (Paternal Grandfather), Kirsten Cohen (Paternal Grandmother), Sophie Rose Cohen (Paternal Aunty), Ryan Cohen (Paternal Uncle), Taylor Cohen (Paternal Aunt-In-Law) and Jason Cohen (Paternal Cousin)

Occupation : Human Rights Activist, Aspiring Lawyer, Aspiring Senator, Highschool Student (Harbor School; attending), Soon-To-Be-College Student (Brown University; aspiring)

Residence : Newport Beach, California

Identity : Public Identity

Citizenship : American

Marital Status : Single

Occupation : Human Rights Activist, Aspiring Lawyer and Aspiring Senator

Education : Attending Harbor School and Aspiring to Brown University

Gender : Female

Height : 5' 7"

Weight : 125 lbs (57 kg)

Eyes : Brown

Hair : Brunette with Golden highlights

Place of Birth : Newport Beach, California

*end of file*

“Marissa was taken while attending the Washington Annual Charity Gala in D.C. three weeks ago. I was put on the case when Senator Cohen came to Olivia that night, no one knew she was missing until a ransom note was given to the Senator” you say, remembering every detail about that night,

“No knew? How?” Mitch asked,

“Cause it was a Masquerade Dance, someone replaced her with a woman who needed money. So after we talked with the woman, I sent (Y/N) out to follow through which lead us to a shipping company owned by Alexandra. Which now you're caught up, you free to head to New York, she needs to attend a meeting that’s taken place and she doesn't’ have time to drop you off” Olivia tells you guys waiting for Mitch to answer,

“Uh yeah, I’ll just have to call Hurley” Mitch answers Olivia,

“Ok, you need to be at F.B.I. HQ at 1 p.m. tomorrow. Call me when you’re in the meeting” Olivia tells you two and hangs up,

“You wanna join me for a case?” you ask the guy next to you,

“Always” he replies leaning in to kiss you as you both smile into it.

Again you both feel your heart beat for the second time.

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Hello it’s your Svtanon!!! I’m really bad at introductions, but I figured I should tell you I bias all of the boys (although my current soft spots include every member... I wish I was joking but I’m so whipped for every boy) & I’ve been a fan since predebut.. who do you bias?! (I’m so awkward omg) 🧡🥕

Ohhhh no prob 🧡🥕anon, you’re cool (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Woah since predebut?? I started to stan them after the mansae era and right before the very nice era ~ and my bias is seokmin╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ and my bias wrecker is basically everyone but esp mingyu ಠ_ಠ

Look at these two cute puppies 🥰💕💕

Cr. To owner (sorry I forgot where I got this and the logo is too blurred ㅠㅠ)

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What buttons would you put on a Jean jacket that represent you?

omg fun!! ok so first and foremost a taylor button obvs, one w the vine logo, a 5sos pin, a fall out boy pin, i would have one for toothless from how to train ur dragon, a rose, a circle, a glittery puppy, a cloud, a bright yellow "lucky", a lavender "here", and i would have the enamel face pins for queens kate beckett, temperance brennan, emily prentiss, olivia benson, penelope garcia, and rosa diaz, and one w an 18 on it

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I’m going to a dog rescue this weekend to meet a 9mo malamute puppy we may bring home if our two huskies like him (I can send pics when we go if you like lol) and I am EXCITED but also TERRIFIED because last time we tried to bring another boy dog in it just broke Loki’s heart but he and Snow were too evenly matched dominance-wise so I’m hoping he can pick on Milo a little so he doesn’t get sad again 😅 (they have another dog in mind for us too but we have our hearts set on Milo or nothing lol, my first spitz was a husky-malamute and we really like the malamute personality which is WAY more chill than huskies, and his lil mask looks like a black metal logo across his nose which makes me laugh)

PUPPY 🥺

well only the idea of three dogs in one house sounds like A Lot to me but you definitely know better. omg poor Loki 😭 at least it’s a good thing the dogs vibe now, hopefully they will do with their new little friend too!

and yeah the fact that dogs of that breed look like they come straight from a black metal band makes them even better 💀😂

hope meeting Milo goes well 😌