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WASN’T GONNA REBLOG THIS BUT THEN I READ WHAT costumeswift SAID WHICH MADE IT NECESSARY TO REBLOG

@ dnp pls notice me

wilford: dare me to shoot that guy? the host: what? no- wilford: *pulling out a gun* i cant believe you’re daring me to do this

“Aw, not even a ‘it has been so long kaz’ or a hug with a lonely sob?” The demon frowned darkly. He wasn’t missed…

“It has been long, Kaz. But alas, this is the first day in weeks that Oi have had where Oi can fitfully rest. Ok apologize for not being so excited.”

“…want to cuddle with me, then?” Kaz shrugged. “I’m fluffy and will probably help you sleep.”

“Get your ass down here,” he growled, scooting over a bit on the couch.

Kaz gladly hops onto the couch and snuggles with Mikhail.

He curled up to the other, readjusting his cap as he settled down.

While the man busied himself with the cords of his bow, the slender dame occupied herself as she let the tips of her fingers toy with the slits between each button of his shirt to touch at his chest. Her teeth teasingly nipping at his ear with a sultry breath as he was focused else where. “Hmmm, is it? Just ‘ow pleasurable is it?” The last words spoken with a sinful purr to her voice as she dotted his neck with kisses. 

He snickered, shivering a bit as he set aside his bow. He turned, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Quite a bit, actually,” he murmured, kissing her forehead.

Not resisting him, Madilin’s limbs loosened their hold on him as the sniper turned to wrap his arms around her slender waist. Her bright baby blue eyes flickering up to him as he kissed her forehead, giving him a slightly pouted look that said that wasn’t the kiss she had wanted. “Prove it.” 

“Oh Oi would, but ya see, Oi’m on the job,” he said teasingly, giving her forehead another kiss before returning to his window. He cast a small smirk over his shoulder at her, winking.

Instantly the leggy dames dark and perfectly kept brow arched with a haughty lift that begged his pardon when he explained teasingly that he was other wise too busy to pay her attention; something that wasn’t ever going to go over very well with the attention demanding and spoiled espion. Slipping one of her arms around his waist the devious blue walked her fingers down the buttons of his shirt until they crept pointed over the line of his zipper as her warm and sultry lips pressed against his neck. “Hmmm, zen I guess I will be forced to find ozer ways to preoccupy myself.” She mused softly against his heat touched skin.

The man shut his eyes a moment, his heart clenching in his chest at the contact. He rolled his shoulders, quickly dropping his bow and spinning about. He effortlessly pinned her to the wall, pressing a feverish kiss to her lips. “Ya are simply too much of a distraction, aren’t ya?”

A soft rush of air gasped past the willowy dames soft pink lips when the sniper she had been teasing suddenly turned, leaving her delicate back to the wall where he pinned her. Excitement and surprise flickering wildly the brunette’s soft powder blue eyes as his lips met hers with a hungry kiss. “Mmmm, am I?” She purred as she bowed her slender body into his with a devious stare, bringing one of her bare long legs up to wrap around his hip to pull his body in closer. “I ‘aven’t even done anyzing yet.”

He nipped under her jaw, dragging his fingers along her thigh. "Ya are... but not one strong enough to keep me from my job, sadly," he teased, pulling himself off and returning to the window with a devilish grin of his own.

“Oi’m not afraid to hit a girl,” he threatened, slowly lowering himself to a lower branch. He observed the girl, frowning. “Oi’ve seen ya before…”

The girl smiled slightly and backed up a few inches before happily stating; “I live over there with the McKenny’s! I’ve seen you before too!”

He finally dropped to the ground, staying behind the trunk. He watched her for a moment before completely stepping out from behind the tree. “Yeah… Ya are the one who runs with those bloody bogans..”

Tarlae felt her ears and cheeks turn pinkish and she nervously began fiddling with the pair of her older brother’s shorts she was wearing. “Well…y-you’re the Mikhail’s kid? I-I well…never mind.” She said, deciding it was best to steal face and leave before she started to cry.

He frowned, gently poking her shoulder. “Are ya sick? Ya look hot.” He blinked, his own face turning red. “LOIKE FEVERISH OI MEAN.”

Tarlae’s own face went red like her shirt too. She knew what he’d meant but still, his face was red and hers looked even darker as she subconsciously turned around. “N-no.” She said quietly. “I’m just-well I-I don’t really-” a small noise of frustrated embarrassment and a inhale of breath before she stated; “I am not good at speaking with people.”

He was wringing his cap in his hands, looking at her bashfully. “Oi get that. My pa says Oi didn’t talk for the first three years of my loife… And to be honest, Oi’m still not fond of people…”

Tarlae blinked behind her mom’s sunglasses and smiled a bit. “My older brother didn’ either. Never heard ‘im speak until I broke a window with m’ sister. He said “you both are in trouble when pa gets back” and we were.“ She stated simply, trying to make them both feel less uncomfortable.

He smiled a bit, scuffing his foot against the ground. “Its always the older siblings that do ya in, yeah?” He joked, looking at her.

“Yeah.” Tarlae chuckled. “Younger ones never get in trouble, an’ the older are the snitches. M’ sister and I can do the same thin’ and I’ll get yelled at half the length of the town and she’ll get a stern talkin’ to.”

“That’s how it is with me and my brother. Even though he was born just three minutes after he still gets treated loike the baby,” Mikhail responded, smiling a little more.

“My sister was born three minutes after me too!” Tarlae took a small step closer. “She’s treated like the baby, and I’m s'posed to be the ‘older and responsible one.” She said, pushing her hands into the shorts pockets.

“It’s exhausting!” The eleven year-old exclaimed, throwing his hands out. “Be an example for ya brother, be responsible for ya brother… blah blah blah!” He said, pitching his voice higher to imitate his nanny.

Tarlae laughed at the impersonation and began to try and mimic her own older brother. “When pa finds out you’re sleepin outside! If I did that I’d be tied to the truck!” She believed her brother was such a liar. “He’s so full of it!”

He laughed more, throwing his cap back on his head. “Maybe… maybe ya ain’t so bad. We do have a lot in common..”

“I guess so!” Tarlae says, taking off her sun glasses. She walks slightly closer, and holds a hand out to the slightly taller boy. “Tarlae. Tarlae McKenny!”

Mikhail shrugged back a little, looking at her hand. He slowly reached out, holding his hand parallel to hers. “Mikhail Mundy..”

Tarlae shook Mikhail’s hand smiling happily. "Nice to meet you!”

He looked at their hands before returning her smile, chuckling. "Pleasures all moine, Oi spose!

“Aw, not even a ‘it has been so long kaz’ or a hug with a lonely sob?” The demon frowned darkly. He wasn’t missed…

“It has been long, Kaz. But alas, this is the first day in weeks that Oi have had where Oi can fitfully rest. Ok apologize for not being so excited.”

“…want to cuddle with me, then?” Kaz shrugged. “I’m fluffy and will probably help you sleep.”

"Get your ass down here," he growled, scooting over a bit on the couch.

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“Aw, not even a ‘it has been so long kaz’ or a hug with a lonely sob?” The demon frowned darkly. He wasn’t missed…

"It has been long, Kaz. But alas, this is the first day in weeks that Oi have had where Oi can fitfully rest. Ok apologize for not being so excited."