#Dash Haber x reader

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine Dash Haber getting you something for your birthday

Dash is a courier. An executive courier to be exact. Your executive courier to be more precise. He's only supposed to pick up the packages from the V.I.L.E. operatives after they have been "collected" and then deliver them to you. It's a job, one that he greatly enjoys, that comes with minimal risks. He doesn't have to go into museums or vaults and have to worry about dodging guards and tripping security measures. No, the only thing he has to do as a courier is to hand over the packages to you and take in your reaction. To bask in your joy as you admire the newest addition to your collection and preen under your compliments as you thank him for another job well done.

It's why he knows he has to get you something great for your birthday. A birthday he has been meticulously keeping track of on his device - though there was no way he could ever forget any detail about you. He's not worried about what to get you as he knows exactly what to get you: the Winter Fabergé egg.

It's a beauty, though it pales in comparison to yours. Frost seems to cover the egg, with an opaque white coloring on the outside surface. Ice crystal studded with diamonds and made from quartz, platinum, and orthoclase covers the exterior. As impressive as the outside is, it's the interior, the surprise, that seals the deal. Opening the clasp at the top reveals a miniature flower basket inside. A basket that is studded with diamonds and is made from platinum and gold, the wood anemones are made of white quartz, the leaves of demantoid, and the flowers lie in gold moss.

It's the perfect thing to get you as it would round off the nine you already have which is why it's the reason why he went to Qatar and infiltrated the Doha Royal Palace with Tigress, Mime Bomb, and Neal the Eel. He wanted to do something big for you - a grand gesture to show his devotion to pleasing you - which is why he decided to personally be a part of the retrieval process.

There were many instances during the infiltration when he regretted having come up with that idea and wished he had just stuck to his usual courier duties after being forced to endure Neal's puns and Tigress' yells at Mime Bomb. Though he had doubted it greatly during the mission, the egg had been secured with surprisingly no alarms raised.

And now days later on your birthday, he holds out the Fabergé egg to you with a bow, arms outstretched as he presents Winter. Dash hears you let out a sharp gasp and you take the egg into your own hands. He straightens up and a smile appears on his face as you trace the ice crystals with a finger before moving upwards and unclasping the top. Your breath hitches when you see the spring flowers. You trace one of the flower's petals and admire the demantoid center.

Setting the egg down on a nearby table, you take large strides to reach Dash. He straightens his posture, preparing himself for your praise but he's left shocked when you lean into him and press a kiss at the corner of his lip. Despite it being everything he had ever hoped for, he left frozen and has no clue what to do next. You move to whisper into his ear, "Thank you for the Fabergé," before leaving the room.

But maybe he doesn't regret the infiltration so much, he thinks, raising a hand to where you kissed him as his face flushes a bright red and gives a wistful sigh.

[leorawright]

How about headcanons of Tigress, Paper Star, Dash Haber and Neal the Eel reacting on their S/O successfully stealing nuclear weapon and telling that they always wanted it on birthday?

Yes more Carmen Sandiego

V.I.L.E students with s/o who stole nuclear weapons

Tigress

She stumbles across the weapon in accident and spits out the coffee she was drinking

She's honestly really impressed that you stole something that big and powerful

But still she doesn't want the faculty to find out and punish you

Also finds it midly concerning when you tell you always wanted one of these but considering her job she's not too concerned

Paper Star

She's absolutely estatic to have a nuclear weapon in her presence

Believe it or not, she's also always wanted a nuclear weapon for personal reasons

Now you've filled both your birthday wish and hers

Dash Haber

Why do you have that???? Why is it here???

One of the most concerned when he spots a literal nuclear weapon in you two's base

For thr first couple weeks he's paranoid it'll detonate in you two's home but pretty soon he could not care less

Plus seeing how happy you seem about having it destroys any resolve he had of getting rid of it

Neal the Eel

S/o!!!!! How could you do this???... without him:(

Yes the only reason he's somewhat mad is because he didn't get to steal it with you

He'll pout and be annoyed until you let him look at the weapon

Then he'll act perfectly fine as you two fawn over the different parts of it

[bxttxrflybxddie]

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[jalicefanficblog]

saw on ya main blog you wrote for carmen sandiego. a dr. saira bellum x child reader scene please with mind experiments?

I am full into Carmen Sandiego Mood lately and love the Series and its complex Characters. So i wrote a little Oneshot about our beloved Dr. Bellum and a femal child reder (platonic of course!)

Little Lucky Charm

You were one of the few children on Vile Island.

Not created because someone found you, but rather brought into this world through a genetic experiment combined with dark science and the brain experiments of Dr. Saira Bellum.

A creation that should not have existed from an ethical point of view. But when you are born on Vile Island… or created like in your case, such a detail does not count.

The annoying baby phase was skipped and you saw the light of day at the age of 2, fully developed with the vocabulary of a toddler and the emotional ups and downs.

Some might say you are a little spitting image of Saira and Dash Haber. You inherited your 'mother's' bad eyesight and your father's gray hair, your eyes are blue-gray. You have a curious character but your parents taught you early on what behavior and following rules mean. At the age of 3, you are always very proud when you can help your mom with one of her experiments.

You don't understand that these are evil experiments that harm other people. For you, everything your mother does is exciting, much more exciting than the strange things that Aunt Cleo collects or the questions that Uncle Gunnar, asks you while grinning so strangely and writing something down on a pad of paper. Your mom also likes cat videos. Cats are soooo great!

That's why one of your favorite students at the Vile Academy is Tigress. She has a big cat costume and every time you run into her, you call out loudly and for everyone else to hear - big kitten - before you try to hug one of Tigress' legs. Most of the time, however, Tigress uses her acrobatic skills and her speed to get to safety from you. She's not really the person who likes children. But that doesn't bother you - you still like the big kitten. Even if she's not one of your mother's favorite students.

That would be Crackle - also known as Graham - but you don't find him half as nice as Paper Star. One of Uncle Gunnar's favorites. Which of course doesn't mean that you don't have a favorite among the male students at the academy. Even though he doesn't speak and speaks a completely different language, he understood exactly what you wanted to say with your toddler sounds and words, especially in the first few months after you were created. If you had to choose, your very best friend on the entire campus would definitely be Mime Bomb. You like him and he is currently trying to teach you his way of communicating.

You have a rather mixed relationship with your mom's other friends. After all, the last child on the island was Black Sheep - unfortunately, your paths never crossed.

You were created , after Black Sheep left the island. Countess Cleo was not good with children and once refused to look after you for a few hours at your mother's request, because Saira had to go to an international villain meeting in Seattle and the other Vile chairmen were busy and your father was on an outside mission in New Zealand. Luckily, Coach Brunt took on the task and gave you a cupcake. She is like the cool, strong aunt to you. Even if her outbursts of anger sometimes make you seek protection behind Uncle Gunnar. Similar to Cleo, Shadowsan also kept you at a distance and was always strict with you. Perhaps also because he didn't want an incident like the one with Black Sheep to happen again.

"Daddah back soon? Miss Daddah soooo much!" - you spread your arms to make it clear to Dash , in your video call via the tablet how much you miss him. It had been so many nights since you said goodnight to the moon and indirectly to Dash too, of course, and so many listening cd´s , that your mom put on for you to help you sleep while she was still working overtime in her lab and researching new inventions.

Sometimes your father didn't want you to call him that in front of the other Vile members, because it was actually just the DNA that Dash had thrown together with Saira's DNA. But you saw him as your father and didn't care if he would pull a dramatic face when Aunt Cleo made a nasty comment.

"I still have a lot to do. You will be a good girl for Dr. Bellum?" - Dash's answer sounded cold , but there was a spark of compassion in his eyes.

"Good girl, yes! Help Mommy! By by Daddah!”, you wave once into the camera as your father has to end the video call and then run out of your room with the tablet in your hand to your mother , to give the tablet back. Saira was careful not to give you too much screen time.

"There's my lucky charm! Come to Mommy, you can help me and Professor Maelstrom with an important experiment!" - with these words, your mom picked you up and you quickly dropped the tablet onto the sofa , before you automatically wrapped your arms around her neck and were curious about what kind of experiment it was.

You can help? How great! You're a good helper! A good girl to be proud of. Maybe there will be muffins or cupcakes for that later?

You were put down on a table in your mother's lab and Uncle Gunnar came into the room followed by Crackle. Crackle , was told to sit in the chair… it didn't look like a normal chair… not really like your high chair either, which you were less and less keen to get into. Was it a new chair?

“…..it won't happen again…I can get better!”, - said Crackle as the arm straps closed.

“Was Crackle naughty....bad?”, you asked curiously to Uncle Gunnar as your mom approached the now immobilized Crackle with a small device.

Gunnar stood next to you at the edge of the table, partly because you leaned forward curiously and threatened to fall down - he grabbed you and put you down on the floor….the cleaners, had enough to do, they don't have to remove blood stains from a toddler.

“Oh indeed. Crackle broke the rules and now has to face the consequences”, - said Gunnar with a devious undertone.

“Bad Crackle! Don't break rules! Time out,” - you said, making clicking noises with your tongue.

“Oh my little lucky charm, I don’t think our Crackle can make up for this rule breaking with a time out” - your mother laughed, almost in a delusional manner, and then turned to Crackle.

“It won’t hurt, you’ll just be a little dizzy… and then the happy days will follow!”

The next thing you saw was your mom putting the strange device on Crackle’s head, turning it on and then Crackle letting out a few panicked screams , before his body remained sitting on the chair, asleep and without the energy to defend itself. Apparently he had fainted.

Your mom starts to laugh evilly, Uncle Gunnar starts to laugh amusedly, so it must be something good… the evil Crackle has learned that you should follow rules… so you giggle childishly once and clap your hands several times, you adapt to the mood of the adults. Because they know what is right and what is wrong.

“That’s my girl! Just watch careful, then one day you'll be just as wonderful a scientist as your mommy!” - your mother said happily, first putting the strange device away and then picking you up again.

“Your thoughts and brain experiments are getting better . And Crackle won't remember anything?”, said Gunnar as the two were on their way to the meeting room, where the other chairmen of Vile were already waiting for them. You had now rested your head tiredly on your mother's right shoulder and your eyes half closed, you would soon be asleep.

“I guarantee that Crackle won't remember anything , that has to do with us, the island or Vile… but I will never forget my boy,” said your mom.

Half asleep, you pat your mom's left hand and the glove.

“My mommy! Me mommy's favorite”

Uncle Gunnar's amused laughter penetrates your ears like cotton wool as you get increasingly tired.

But you hear your mom's answer and loving words very clearly before you slip into a gentle sleep.

"Of course you are mommy's favorite, my favorite girl…my favorite lucky charm. Forever"

THE END

[pattysplaceofplaces]

Intuition 

Dash Haber x Gender Neutral reader

[Author’s Note: I really need to start doing y’all’s requests, I don’t know why but I just need to write this. This is roughly based on a new Carmen Sandiego oc I have that I have shipped with Dash Haber, I’ll post a drawing and bio for them soon!

P.S. Ivy x Gn reader headcanons coming soon!]

     This was going to be a night to remember! An event that doubled as both an auction and a ball! Countess Cleo could enjoy an elegant evening with her associates and lover as well as obtain more money for VILE! It was a plus that Carmen Sandiego was nowhere to be found! Although those two things were just the icing on the cake. What was going to be so great about tonight? You were there! 

Mx. Y/n had the most stylish of outfits, could name any piece of art or music sheet just by seeing the first line, they could detect a fake piece of art just by hearing someone talk about it! But what made you so different from the other rich snobs? When you weren’t attending fancy parties and participating in the criminal underworld you were lounging at home in your pajamas shoving pizza into your face while you played Animal Crossing and Splatoon 2. He had never met such an interesting creature, one full of surprises that couldn’t be defined by a single label.

With Countess Cleo and Dr. Bellum left to their own devices he talk to you. Usually the Countess kept him way too busy and all he could do was look and listen to what people had to say about you. He finally had his chance to talk to you in person! He had rehearsed this weeks before the party, planned everything in ahead so he would have free time to get to do this. There you were, idle at one of the outside balconies taking swigs of your soda in a crystal glass as you stargazed. Alcohol wasn’t your forte so juice, ciders, and sodas were supplied at these parties especially for you. Despite being judged behind your back VILE needed you and your income so you were treated like royalty whenever you were invited to an event.

He took several small steps forward then completely froze up. All the careful planning and rehearsing for this very moment had evaded him as his mind went blank. Dammit! What kind of cruel joke was this!?

“Mr. Haber? Care to join me?” You didn’t even need to turn around to know he was there! What an enchanting being you were! 

Now he had no choice but spend time with you. Not that he minded of course. He was honestly surprised you knew his name since you two barely interacted. Maybe Cleo told you? Ah!! He needed to stop spacing out! 

He took the space next to you, leaning on the balcony. “Please, you can call me Dash. But- If I may ask, how did you know it was me?” A smile graced your painted lips as eyes reflected the stars. “Intuition.” Were you trying to reel him in? There was no need for that! Dash was entranced the first moment he saw you! “Oh is that so?” He tried to sound confident and suave but he sounded so meek! Ugh he wanted to kick himself in the stomach for being such a loser! “Perhaps fate is on our side as well. I was told the stars would align in my favor tonight.” Were you…flirting with him!? He sheepishly chuckled and adjusted his collar. “I can’t help but agree, it’s hard to meet people here who like…video games?” 

You audibly gasped and moved your head to face him. “Really? Which games have you been getting into?” He never understood video games or even tried to before he met you. It was embarrassing trying to learn about video games all on his own since he was too prideful to ask someone. Now what was that game called? The one with the good soundtrack? “Forgive me I am absent minded tonight but it’s the one with the robot enemies and the little blue guy.” You nodded. “Oh you mean Mega Man? Which one? There’s multiple in the series, you know.” He froze up trying to remember what the full title was. Ugh he looked like such a fool!

You chuckled and put your hand under his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “You don’t have to try to impress me. I think you are very charming, Dash.” Despite being a stuttering tomato he grabbed your hand trying to regain his confidence. “Would you give me the privilege of this dance?” You placed your glass down on the balcony railing. “I would love to.”

[yandereladyinred]

Dash Haber Head cannons

Fruity much?

Nah nah jkjkjkjk

He’s really to the point

Might share, but unlikely

You help put on his eyeliner

You’ve stabbed him a few times with the pencil

Though not on purpose

Obviously

You’re his first female partner (👀)

He does what he has to do to get the job done

Jealous man

You talkin to the red head guy?

No you’re not

He’ll throw his hat at the man, making you freeze, before glaring at him

“DASH!”

He just smirks and wrap his arm around your waist

He likes cuddling

He’s the big spoon

He’s the more dominant in your relationship

Definitely sweeps you off your feet

Quite literally

He WILL pick you up and carry you bridal style

He’s narcissistic, but insecure

He needs praise for his work

He enjoys people of power complimenting him

He’ll return the favor by giving you complements

He likes you’re shining e/c eyes and h/l h/c

He talks to you about his bad days

Even though you’re dating he’s still guarded

You can’t let your guard down as a VILE agent

You can’t be vulnerable

But when you get closer, he starts revealing more and more, not even realizing it

Though he doesn’t mind

He trust you with his life

Quite literally

[headcanons-multi-fandom]

Ultimate Masterlist of my Headcanons 04/03/24

The fandom I’m open to write about and rules:

Fandom list

Amphibia:

Mr.X random headcanons

Carmen Sandiego:

Carmen Sandiego random headcanons

Dash Haber random headcanons

Mime Bomb random headcanons

Mime Bomb x reader platonic

Mime Bomb x operative Reader

Neal the Eel random headcanons

Code Lyoko:

William x Ulrich’s female cousin specific

Yumi x female!reader platonic

High Guardian Spice:

Mandrake x Reader

Rosemary x Reader

Slime Boy x Reader

Ninjago:

Morro if he didn’t turn evil

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine you and Dash Haber hiding out when V.I.L.E. gets taken down

Everything around you seemed to be falling into chaos as everything V.I.L.E. had built coming crumbling down. Though you didn't know how A.C.M.E. came to find out about the shadowy criminal syndicate, you were willing to bet your entire Fabergé egg collection that it had something to do with Carmen Sandiego.

You let out a dejected sigh, picking up your cup of tea from its saucer and bringing it to your lips to take a sip. To think that an ex-V.I.L.E. student could have brought down a centuries-old organization, you mused as you looked around the cafe patio you were seated in.

With it being summer in the Netherlands, the streets were crowded with citizens and tourists walking around, trying to go about their day. Thankfully the Dutch summer sun meant that sitting out in the open while wearing a floppy sun hat and sunglasses was nothing to raise an eyebrow at while you waited patiently in the cafe.

Something else to be grateful for was that you didn't have to wait long as you spotted someone wearing a familiar-looking black bowling hat and navy blue trench coat making their way to you. Setting your cup onto the saucer, you watched as Dash made his way toward you, a smile on his face as he was nearing you.

You gesture to the empty seat in front of you, motioning him to take a seat. Before you can put your hand down, Dash takes hold of your hand. Turning your hand so the back of your hand is facing up, he leans down and presses a kiss to the back of your hand before he takes a seat. "Any new news?"

Dash nods, a grim look on his face as he taps his fingers against the table. "A.C.M.E. has raided the V.I.L.E. Academy in Scotland. All of the Faculty has been arrested along with some V.I.L.E. operatives."

You let out a hum and take your cup to have another sip. You reach out with your free hand and put it over Dash's. "Well thanks to your intel, we managed to avoid being in Outer Hebrides when A.C.M.E. arrived." You run your thumb over Dash's hand before intertwining your hands together.

The tips of Dash's ears redden at your praise. Having finished your tea, you stand from your chair and pull the courier alongside you. The two of you exited the cafe patio and began walking through the crowd. "We need to think of what our plan is now that V.I.L.E. is done for." You whisper to him, making sure not to be overheard.

"Well, you do have some offshore accounts that weren't connected to V.I.L.E. which should be safe from A.C.M.E.'s freezing any and all V.I.L.E. accounts. Plus I do have non-V.I.L.E. contacts if you ever decide to sell some of your collection." Dash looks toward you. "Not that I'm saying that the money will run out soon. You're very financially literate and very wealthy." A panicked look grows on his face as he quickly reassures you, not wanting you to feel like he's insulting you.

You look amusedly at his panic. Deciding to put him out of his misery, you kiss his cheek and Dash stops his rambling, his face reddening once again. "As long as you're by my side, Dash, I'm sure we'll be fine."

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Imagine Dash Haver going to rescue you when you get captured by Carmen Sandiego

It's a beautiful night in Paris, France as a rich dark blue color the sky while being adorned with countless shining bright stars. Despite the street lights lighting up the street, the Louvre is the clear stand out of the square as it stands in all its glory in the center of the palace. However, you can't stop and admire the due to your current predicament.

"You won't be getting out of this anytime soon," Carmen Sandiego tells you as she finishes tightening up the knots of your bonds. She has you wrapped up in ropes, your arms constrained to your side and a red bandana tied over your mouth. All you could do was glare at the crimson thief. Smiling at her handiwork, she gives you a smirk which causes your glare to deepen as you futilely struggle against the rope. "Now all I need to do is get you to A.C.M.E."

Placing a hand on your back, Carmen begins to lead you away from the Louvre, probably to where the rest of her team is to show them her latest V.I.L.E. capture and to give you to the proper authority, and you begrudgingly follow her. You don’t take more than a few steps before another voice fills the air.

"I suggest you stop right there, La Femme Rouge."

It was Carmen's only warning before she heard a faint buzzing sound quickly approaching her. Following her instincts, she was quick to grab you by the arm and push you to the floor before following suit. She ignores the look of indignation and the muffled groan you send her way and she covers your body with hers, pressing the both of you as closely as she could to the ground to avoid the danger flying overhead. It wasn't fast enough though as she watched the cut ends of her hair slowly float down to the floor right in front of her. Looking behind her, she spots the blade of a familiar-looking bowling hat fly through the air.

Now knowing who the enemy is, she is more quick to roll out of the way of the hat as it makes its way back to her, putting some distance between her and the blades. She doesn’t seem to be the target as while she pulls herself up from the ground, she watches the hat makes its way toward you and pause in its spinning. Instead, very carefully, it cuts the ropes you’re stuck in, helping you out of your constraints before making its way back to its owner. She watches the blades of the hat retract as the courier catches the weapon, the triangles on his gloves glowing a bright blue when it makes contact with his hand. "Dash Haber."

You take off your makeshift gag and drop it to the floor before making your way to your assistant. Carmen is about to lunge at you, ready to take you into her custody - after all, she can’t just let a V.I.L.E. faculty member go that easily, when she spots Dash’s gloves glow blue again. He readies himself to throw his hat to help protect you. She pauses, trying to see what would be her best course of action; could she reach you and get herself out of the range of Dash’s weapon before he throws it? Probably not as you would definitely not let her catch you again without putting up a bigger fight which would cause her to worry about three enemies. So with reluctance, she stays put and watches you reach Dash.

Dash is quick to look you over, checking for any injuries or any signs of mistreatment from the thief. He frowns when he spots your crumpled clothes; he knows how much you care about your appearance - looking sharp and presentable at all times - and it’s just another sign of how he let you down. He’s your assistant and courier yet he failed in stopping Carmen from capturing you.

“You sure took your time,” you told him, your tone admonishing as you smoothed out your clothes in the hopes of making yourself at least a bit neat and tidy. You cross your arms across your chest as you stare down at him.

Dash's eyes drop to the ground, not wanting to see the disappointment in your eyes if his gaze met yours. "There were some...complications..that arose with Carmen's associates. But..." He raises his eyes to meet you, straightening his posture and chest puffing up confidently at his next words. "Some other V.I.L.E. operatives have them handled. Now all that's left is for The Cleaners to finish up the rest of the mess."

From behind you pop up Boris and Vlad. They walk past the two of you, giving you a slight nod before going to deal with Carmen.

Giving Dash a nod of appreciation, you begin walking away from the fight that was beginning to occur where you're sure a helicopter is ready to take you to V.I.L.E headquarters. Dash is quick to follow after you as you begin listing your next steps. "The Faculty is not going to like hearing that Carmen Sandiego was able to capture me. You were able to save me before she took me to A.C.M.E. which will probably save me from decommissioning but I'm going to be on thin ice. We have to come up with a plan, Dash. Something that will put me in their good graces again."

"Maybe we can give them something to tide them over while we come up with something?"

You glance at your courier out of the corner of your eye. "That's not a bad idea."

Dash preens at your compliment.

"Oh, how I hate giving up some of my collections." You let out a sigh, frowning as you think about all of your treasures. "But anything to keep The Faculty happy. Now tell me Dash, which do you think they would enjoy more: The Irish Crown Jewels or my Fabergé eggs?

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine Dash Haber picking you up for a date

It's a simple act - knocking on your door - but it's that same act that is causing Dash to go into a downward overthinking spiral. He's half an hour early for your date and he's taken it upon himself to just about pace a hole into your thirty-three million dollar Clark Sickle-Leaf Carpet with all the back and forth he's doing outside of your door trying to decide what he should do next.

He could go, knock on your door, and be there early for your date. You always appreciated his earliness when he was completing jobs for you and perhaps you would feel the same about him being early now. It's a good characteristic to have, right? You'll appreciate it in this instance, Dash nods to himself, convinced by this train of thought, and makes his way to your door. He raises his fists and is about to knock, his hand just inches away from the wood, when another thought pops into his head which has him pause his actions.

But what if his showing up early is the exact opposite of what you want? Would he come off as desperate? Do you like desperate people? If he knocked thirty minutes early, would you rescind your acceptance to the date and send him away? What if his being early caused you to see him in a different light? Would you fire him as your courier and hire someone else like Mime Bomb or Neal the Eel? Dash shudders as the two operatives pop into his head. Neither one of them had the elegance or the sophistication that you required of your right-hand man.

Dash lets out a quiet sigh as he backs away from your door. Instead, he moves to lean against the wall. Instead, he pulls out the gift he got for you out of his pocket and holds it in the palm of his hand.

It's the Lilies of the Valley Fabergé egg. A rose pink egg whose surface is covered in flowers. Green-gold leaves grow from the cabriole legs and from the base, rise various gold-stemmed lilies whose buds are made from pearls and in the end of the flower, are rubies. He gives the gold-mounted pearl button a twist and watches as three portraits, framed in rose diamonds and backed with gold panels, slowly rise from inside the egg until he is met with visages of Tsar Nicholas II, Grand Duchess Olga and Grand Duchess Tatiana.

Of the 57 Fabergé eggs that have survived, Dash knows that you own 14 as he has gone to personally retrieve them for you. He knows that the Lilies of the Valley egg was the one you wanted the most. He had happily listened as you went into spiels about the design of the egg and the artistry of goldsmith's work. It's why even though he dreads having to work with them, he teamed up with Tigress, Le Chevre, El Topo, and Neal the Eel to break into Fabergé Museum and steal all of their Fabergé eggs.

As expected, the mission had been loud, chaotic, and full of arguments that left Dash wanting to just tear out all of his hair with all the stress the five were causing him. But in the end, the mission had thankfully been a success, and now in his possession was your 15th Fabergé egg. He would present you with the other ones he had taken soon but he knew that he had to show you this one now if only to make sure this date started out well.

Looking at his watch, Dash notices he only has 10 minutes left before the agreed-upon time. He carefully nudges down the portraits into the egg, smiling at the soft click he hears when the surprise is back inside. Tightening his grip on the egg, he takes a deep breath and walks back to your door. He makes sure his outfit is tidy, neat, and wrinkle-free before he gathers up his courage once more and knocks on your door.

[leorawright]

Dash Haber with reader, who love teasings him, please?

Aww definitely

Dash Haber with s/o who loves teasing him

It's honestly super easy to make this man flustered

He's not used to attention so when you start giving him it he short circuits

At first, he might try to act all tough and shoo you away when you tease him, but eventually, he stops trying to hide his blush

He starts to even enjoy the teasing mainly because it keeps your attention on him

And maybe, once he's confident enough, he might tease you back but it's less effective with the bright blush on his face

[bxttxrflybxddie]

these have been recently updated! :3

Dash Haber HCS!!

a/n: ughhhh this took so long lmao, in the process of rewriting my old work before I add anything new lol. these are also short, our boy was robbed of screen time :( feel free to add on! updated oct 3rd 2023 :3

warnings: mentions of stealing, slight mention of bad workplace vibes, sad nostalgia

post type: headcannons

requested: yes!

word count: 300+

Dash uses only the best products for his hair, skin, and nails. He has an extensive self-care routine he follows both daily and nightly. If it weren’t for his roaming hands, he would be spending hundreds- if not thousands- on the products for his regime. On a similar note, he believes in beauty sleep. He considers he appears his worst when he doesn’t get a good night’s rest. It would be a grave mistake to wake him during his slumber.

His love for fashion derives from hidden creativity, can’t be too colorful while being a thief, can we? Carmen says otherwise. Though he cannot indulge his passion for textile design as an art, he’ll settle for deadly hats.

He cannot relax to save his life. Ever since the loss of the paintings, there’s an itch in his mind saying that he needs to improve as a thief. Prove himself worthy of his elevated status, that he’s better than the belligerent fools who are his peers. He’s a better thief and assistant than his colleagues, but he’s stumped on how to make his talents shine and stand out from the rest.

He's decided that working for Countess Cleo is both a blessing and a curse. It’s an honor to gain up-close insight into glamorous designs and thievery. However, he could live without the Coutess’ remarks that seem to prick him where it hurts. He tends to make the perfect comeback weeks later when everyone except him has forgotten…

There are rare moments between his life and work where he misses normalcy. Flaunting his latest robbery on social media, wondering which hairbrush to steal, saving scraps for a college degree in design, and more. He sighs, and figures that he’s got it good, all things considered. If only he had more leisure to do what he actually pleases.  

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[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine being the one who gave Dash Haber his hat

"Dash," You called out from your office, leaning back against your chair while your fingers tapped the ribbon-tied box you had placed on your desk. Though you didn't know where the grayed-hair man was, you knew he wouldn't be too far away - he never liked being too far from you in case you needed him for something. His eagerness to please you always made you smile. He seemed to be able to read your mind, always knowing what you needed before you could open your mouth to ask for it.

You didn't have to wait long as you watched your office door open and the trenchcoat-wearing man walked in. Though he tried to hide it, you knew he had rushed to your office if the slight ruffles of his clothes were any indication, and the way you could see him trying to hide the heaving of his breathing. Making his way to your desk, he stopped a few inches away from it. "What can I do for you?" He asked with a slight downward tilt of his head.

You pushed the box toward him. "I wanted to give you something as thanks for your role in getting me the Gustav Klimt painting."

His eyes widen in surprise and you see him start to open his mouth, no doubt to decline the gift and begin telling you how he doesn't follow your orders for a reward but to make sure your wishes come true. So you raise a hand to stop him and push the gift closer to him once again. "If you don't want to accept it for yourself then accept it for me."

With a nod, he gently pulls the ribbon and lifts the lid of the box. Peering into the box, Dash reaches inside and takes the gift out. In one hand is a dark gray bowling hat with a black ribbon wrapped around it and in the other is a pair of black gloves, both of them having a triangle in the palm.

"Not only is it fashionable," You explain, standing up from your seat and taking the hat from him, you place it on your desk before motioning him to press the left gloves' triangle. He does and Dash jumps in surprise when saw-like blades pop out of the rim of the hat. "It's also useful in combat. You don't have the V.I.L.E training which leaves you at a disadvantage when you encounter Carmen Sandiego. This should at least give you a fighting chance against her."

Putting on the gloves, he watches as they begin to glow. Pressing the right triangle, the blades disappear once more and he grabs the hat and places it on his head. "Impeccable taste as always."

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Imagine Dash Haber getting jealous when he sees you getting close to another V.I.L.E. operative

Though everything inside of him is urging him to follow after you and the pea-brained V.I.L.E. operative who seemed to believe that he was worthy enough to be in your presence, Dash stays rooted in his place. Not because the scene had him frozen in shock but rather because you had asked him to take care of the contents of the briefcase; an important task that you had previously told him that you could only trust to him. Usually, any instance that has him remembering your words would have been preening, chest puffing out with pride as he held the title of being your closest confidant but not when someone else is the one holding your attention. No, instead he is left tightly gripping the briefcase, chest tightening, and eyes glaring at the operative, hoping his stare will somehow cause them to drop dead.

Dash tries not to show it as V.I.L.E. teaches to let one's weaknesses be known, but he had fallen for you ever since he had been hired to work for you as your executive courier. Your elegance and sophistication had caught his eye and as he got to see you in action - how you made people bend to your whims and the power you exude - had him falling completely head over heels for you, ready to do anything he could to make your wishes come true. He had spent so much time getting into your good graces and becoming your number one and there was no way Dash would let an imbecile take his place in your life without a fight.

[yandereladyinred]

Are requests open? If they are, I’d like to request some headcanons for Neal the Eel getting jealous even though their s/o is a total simp for him. Thank you^^

Yes they are! ❤️❤️ and omg I wrote stuff down and it deleted UGHHH. I’m not really a ‘Neal’ simp but I hope you like this

“So you’re Australian?”

The man infront of you turned around and glared at you. He didn’t think you were very funny in the slightest. You shrugged and laughed it off.

“You know I’m not Australian. And you know I hate that joke,” he finally said breaking the silence.

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t answer, he was just to cute to say mad at.

“I wonder when Dash is going to get here. He’s always late,” Neal said, obviously upset. Which was strange for such a laid back person.

“Aren’t WE technically the late ones?” You asked, causing him to turn and roll his eyes at you.

“That’s not the point. He’s so annoying.”

“Is it cause he’s attractive?” You asked, trying to tease him.

“HE IS NOT ATTRACTIVE! Anything BUT!” He told you, making you go wide eyed. What was his problem?

Before you could continue your conversation, you heard a voice. A familiar voice.

“They were supposed to be here. I hate being stood up. Especially by pretty girls.”

“I think he’s talking bout you Neal.”

Neal slapped you and opened the manhole cover and slithered out. You were about to yell at him to help you, when Dash offered you his hand. You blushed while taking him, which made Neal glare at you both.

You and Dash had made some inside jokes which just seemed to irate Neal further, although he’d never comment on it. He just glared at you both as you chuckled to each other.

“What do you see in him?” Dash asked, as you gasp. How could he ask such a thing??

“I mean look at him! He’s just- UGHHH!” You said, falling to your knees and holding your head in your hands.

“I mean, if that’s what you’re into.”

“It is,” you said, glancing lovingly at Neal as his back was turned

Carmen had stopped you guys, but you had successfully put a tracker on her before she escaped, so not all was loss. Heading back to Vile, you sat next to a grouchy Neal. You rose an eyebrow, but didn’t question it.

Well that was until he started mumbling.

“What?”

“Nothin,” he’d tell you anytime you asked what he said.

You thought he might of been jealous, but that seemed ridiculous. If he was jealous, then wouldn’t that mean he liked you? Also why would he be jealous??? You’d literally die for him. He kept glancing around, before shutting the doors to where you guys where.

“Neal?”

“What’s so great about Dash Haber?”

“His eyeliner,” you joked before Neal turned to you sad. Seeing this you quickly got up and consoled him. “Neal, are you jealous??”

He looked away, but that was all you needed, before laughing.

“What the hell is so funny?” He asked, pissed.

“You! I thought it was obvious I liked you!” You laughed as he blushed bright pink. “Does this mean you like me to?” You asked wiggling your eyebrows. He sighed but kissed you in the cheek, answering your question. Although leaving you in a blushing mess.

[pattysplaceofplaces]

I like the beginnings of your OC you’re forming through the Dash Haber x Gender Neutral Reader. The juxtaposition of their personality is very appealing to me!

-Anon 1

I’m glad someone liked it! I was pretty excited to write it but scared I may have judged for it since he’s not a very popular character in the fandom.

My oc is still development but here’s some info about them!:

Name: Amelia Crowe

Heart Ache: Starr Born

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/they

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Significant other: Dash Haber

Likes: Singing, attention, video games.

Dislikes: The cold, bright lights, science

Skills: Pickpocketing, persuasion, lying

Backstory: Her birth mother had ended up abandoning her family and her father rushed to find a stepmother because he believed Amelia needed a female figure in her life. Because of how desperate he was these mother figures weren’t the kindest which caused her to become more distant and reject femininity because of the negative association they had with it, because of this she started acting more masculine and shamed other women. Their thieving career began when she was in her teens. Her father was sick and they couldn’t afford the money.

Countess Cleo was like a mother figure to her and taught Amelia to embrace femininity and power, she didn’t have to trade one for the other. She became Cleo’s star pupil.

She knows stealing is wrong and can hurt people but she tries ignore it since she just wants Cleo to be proud of her. She hates fighting Carmen because she feels like she understands her. Even when fighting she is known to give Carmen praise and respect.

“Forgive me Carmen, this job is quite an overbearing one.”

“Tell me about it.”

I like to think they have sort of a frienenemy relationship.