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C is for Cookie ♫ Pete Lattimer Secret Service, Cookie Connoisseur, Warehouse Agent { Indie Warehouse 13 RP blog } { Semi-Hiatus } {Feel free to ask anything if you need help}

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amortentia (for cookieslattimer)

Send “Amortentia” for what smells my character associates with yours.

Chocolate chip cookies, faux leather, puppies

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"What is green and brown and crawls through the grass?"

“I haven’t the faintest idea.”

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“A Girl Scout who lost her cookie,” Pete answered letting out a chuckle.

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Rolling her eyes, Helena shook her head, “I believe you mean a Girl Scout who’s cookie you’ve stolen.”

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“What kind of starving creature do you think I am?” he laughed. “I’d at least have the decency to pay her the cookies.”

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Helena reached up and tugged Pete into a kiss. It was short, but passionate, then she pulled away. "For good luck on your next match." A faint blush crosses her cheeks. ((Because HG missed him))

He felt as if he had just been Stupefied. What kind of spell was it that Helena’s lips seemed to have that made him forget everything around him? The young man blinked several times after she pulled away.

“Well,” he finally spoke after having taken a deep breath and let out a chuckle. “This is going to bring me so much luck, it’s almost gonna be like cheating.”

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"You being so smart and all, tell me: Why do we cook bacon and bake cookies?"

“I believe it would have to be due to the intrinsically different properties of the end products.” 

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“You’re supposed to laugh,” he said with a wide grin. “Not try to actually figure it out. Did you leave your sense of humor behind in the Stone Age?”

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A party of about 20 people march into the Warehouse, playing bagpipes.

     “We’re having a party and no one told me? Artiiiie!”

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Be careful, Pete! A mean, ferocious, rawr-y Alpha is following you! And she looks pissed!

Pete had been eating donuts when he heard the low growl. The agent turned and nearly dropped his snack at the sight. "You almost gave me a heart attack, Jo. Are you cranky? Time of the month? Hungry? I'mfweshouto'snacks," he mumbled as he swallowed the rest of the sweet.

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"What is green and brown and crawls through the grass?"

“I haven’t the faintest idea.”

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"A Girl Scout who lost her cookie," Pete answered letting out a chuckle.

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Is there anybody out there? 

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"Whoa, kid, that's such an awesome costume! Are you going to a con?"

"Uh." Linda looked around and cocked a smile. "Sure. Con. Right."

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"Wait… aren’t secret service guys suppose to be… you know, secret?" She asked and then sighed. "Um my moms, but since you can’t come over, you can try the bakery at a supermarket."

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"If I'm about to question you, I gotta tell you who I am, don't I?" He pouted and then shrugged; obviously more concerned about the cookies than about his identity. "Freshly baked are always better, but I guess I'll take anything I can get at this point. My partner's gonna call me any minute and ask me to meet her, so I gotta be swift as a coursing river... yanno?"

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"Hey Pete, come here. I want you to meet someone."

Pete smiled as he looked up from his comic book. “Okay,” he nodded as he stood up. “Who is it? Should I be excited? Cuz I kinda am.”

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"Whoa, kid, that's such an awesome costume! Are you going to a con?"

"Uh." Linda looked around and cocked a smile. "Sure. Con. Right."

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Linda sighed and looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, sure hey you know you’re in Gotham right?” She wanted to be sure this guy realized where he was. 

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"Kiddo, I'm with the Secret Service, I know where I am at all times, trust me. Now, where's a good place to get cookies from?"

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"Whoa, kid, that's such an awesome costume! Are you going to a con?"

"Uh." Linda looked around and cocked a smile. "Sure. Con. Right."

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Pete was suddenly stumped. He pretty much knew all the comics and superheroes there were to know about; the knowledge of Pop Culture was pretty much his super power (aside from vibes), but he couldn't recall this one.

"Original character?" he took a guess.

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So me and themysteryvanishing sort of shouted about this at each other for like a week. We sorted them into areas we thought fit best and we are rather happy with our choices. SO I had to quickly alter my w13: tng poster set to work for this AU and whipped up something quick.

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I wanted to get all my drafts done here but finishing my drafts over [here] left me drained, sooo sorry it'll have to wait D:

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No Title Yet (Skky) || cookieslattimer

Skyy watched the other, staying in the shadows so she wasn’t seen. She hadn’t seen him in Starling City before and was a bit suspicious. It was night and he appeared to be alone.

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"Okay, I know you're there," the agent said as he reached for his Tesla. He had seen a shadow or something... there was someone around, he could feel it. "Come out, hands up in the air."

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Myka grinned, sneaking up behind Pete, a wrapped present behind her back. She carefully moved the present to one hand so she could place the other on his shoulder, "Merry Christmas!" - bagtheartifact

"Mykes! You’re becoming stealthy like Mrs. F," He turned to face her, that signature Lattimer grin making its way to his lips. He let out a surprised chuckle, a little startled by his partner’s unexpected appearance.

"Merry Christmas to you too! Whatcha got there?"

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There was an internally sigh of relief from Myka. She knew Pete would like the fudge but had been a little worried about how he would react to the watch. She hugged him back, turning her head a little to make sure she could breathe in the tight hug. “I don’t think so. I got the ones from Leena and Claudia, just thought you’d give me mine later.”

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"What?" he said shaking his head. "C'mon, Mykes, let's start the hunt for your present. Ladies first..." He took a bow and gestured towards the living room. Before he left the room, he grabbed his presents again and then followed Myka.

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"Jo! Jo! Jo!" the agent said as he poked the lycan.

Jo blinks a few times before raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, Pete?"

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"I like your new face. You always get nice pretty faces," the agent said before he hugged her tightly. "I'm just glad you're around again."