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naturesapphic · 1 year ago

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Knight in shining armor part 2

Knight!Natasha romanoff x princess!fem!reader

Warnings: angst, and a little bit of fluff

It’s been a few months since the incident and life between you and Natasha has been great. Of course Natasha still had to be careful with her feelings towards you but she can’t deny it any longer that she was in fact in love with you. She still loved her job and wanted to be your number one protector so that’s why she’s been secret with her feelings towards you. If this gets out, she may be banish and lose her heroic ship forever. That’s why y’all aren’t a couple yet and that is why you went off to go see your parents. You had to tell them your feelings and that you want to be with Natasha. A few hours went by and you were overjoyed at the outcome of the long talk you had with your parents. You come out of the main hall and start searching for Natasha.

“Natasha?” You called out for her and decided to head to your room and try to call for her again. Natasha who had settled into her quarters for the night, hears the princess calling out to her and quickly makes her way to the princess's room. "Is everything alright, your highness?" she asks, concern etched on her features. You go over towards her and you look up at her with happiness in your eyes “Guess what! My family said that I can marry whoever I want! They said they don’t care what class they are in, as long as I am happy.” You exclaimed looking at you with hopeful eyes. Natasha’s eyes widen in surprise and joy upon hearing this news, even as she tries to control her emotions. "That is wonderful news, your highness! I am so happy for you." Natasha said oblivious to the fact that you chose her. Natasha smiles reassuringly at the princess. "But remember, it's important to choose someone who will treat you with the respect and love you deserve. Someone who will stand by you through thick and thin, and support you in all your endeavors." Natasha exclaimed and you had to hold back from rolling your eyes.

“I choose you Natasha…we of course don’t have to get married right away but…may I take you out on a nice picnic?” You say with glee and hopefulness in your voice. Natasha's cheeks flush at the princess's words, emotions swirling within her. While she had entertained feelings for the princess herself, she had never imagined that those feelings could work out. She takes a deep breath to steady herself before responding. "I...I am honored by your offer, your highness," she says softly. "But I must remind you that I am your knight and it is my duty to protect and serve you. We cannot engage in such activities without proper clearance and approval from the king." She pauses for a moment, considering her options. "But...if you would like to discuss this further, I am happy to do so. Perhaps we can talk about it over tea or go on that picnic you wanted.” Natasha responded. You give her a understanding nod, hoping that she gets that I can be with whoever I want, which means her “let me put on a comfortable dress, I’ll be right back.” You say as you go into the closet and puts on a cute white flower dress and comes back out.

Natasha nods in approval at the princess's attire, admiring the simplicity and elegance of her dress. She leads the princess to a private sitting area outside, near the garden, offering her a comfortable seat. "If I may be so bold, your highness," she says with a small smile. "what made you think of me as a potential partner?" She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever the princess's response may be. You sigh happily as you look at Natasha with love and admiration in your eyes. “because ever since you’ve became my personal knight, I’ve fallen in love with you…plus you are a woman and not a man.” You let out a giggle. “and because you are so brave and loyal…everytime I see you my heart flutters and it feels like it’s just you and me together in this earth…I told my parents about my feelings for you and at first they were against it but came to realize that they know that you will protect me and love me right and now they accept it and want us to marry one day.” You explained to her. Natasha's heart swells with emotion at the princess's words, feeling a rush of warmth suffuse her body as she takes in the princess's confession.

"I see," Natasha says, her voice soft and gentle. "I am honored that you would think so highly of me, your highness. And while I confess that the thought of being with you has crossed my mind more than once, as your knight it is my duty to remain professional and focused on ensuring your safety and well-being." Natasha stated. "Is there anything else I can do for you today?" Natasha asked you. You smile at her with love in your eyes. “hmmmm…can I have a kiss?” Natasha's heart races at the princess's request, her senses going into overdrive as she tries to maintain her composure. She takes a deep breath to steady herself before responding. "Your highness," she says firmly "As your knight, it is not appropriate for me to engage in such behavior with you. We must maintain a professional relationship at all times." She fidgets slightly, feeling a pang of regret at the princess's request. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?" A flash of hurt pangs on your face and you feel your heart breaking “did you not here what I just told you? we can be together. my family is supportive about it and you won’t lose your place as a knight…don’t you want to be with me..?” You whisper at the last part as tears fill your eyes.

Natasha's heart feels like it might break as she sees the hurt and tears in the princesses' eyes. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself and gather her thoughts. "Your highness," she says softly, Her tone softens as she continues, her voice filled with empathy and understanding. "But know that my feelings for you are real and genuine. If ever there comes a time when we can be together without compromising my duties, I would be honored to be with you." She reaches out to gently wipe tears from the princess as she doesn’t want to risk anything happening to her job as your knight. Natasha's heart feels like it might break as she sees the hurt and tears in the princesses' eyes. "Princess," *she says softly, "I never said I didn't want to be with you, but my duty as a knight comes first. It is not appropriate for us to engage in any type of intimate relationship while I am sworn to protect and serve." Her tone softens as she continues, her voice filled with empathy and understanding. "But know that my feelings for you are real and genuine.” She reaches out to gently wipe tears from the princess eyes. “You still don’t understand do you…what can I do that will make us be together.” I look up at you pleadingly. "I'm sorry, your highness," Natasha says softly, her heart heavy with sorrow. "But no amount of pleading or convincing can sway me from my duty as a knight."

She takes a deep breath before continuing, her voice laden with sadness. "I know this must be hard to hear, but we must learn to accept the reality of our situation. Our relationship must remain professional in order to protect the well-being of the kingdom and its people." She looks at the princess kindly, her eyes searching hers for any sign of understanding and acceptance. "I will always be here for you, your highness. As your faithful knight, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and happy." Natasha says to you kindly. You feel your heart break and your face turns a bit cold. You stand up and walk away, heading to the castle. Natasha watches with a heavy heart as the princess walks away, feeling a deep pain in her chest. She takes a deep breath and steels herself, determined to continue her duty in protecting the princess at all costs. "Your highness," she calls after you. "Please, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I am always here for you." She watches until the Princess is out of sight before turning back to her guard duties, trying to push aside her own emotions for the sake of her mission.

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fablesrose · 29 days ago

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Ch 22 - The Scheherazade Job

Series Rewrite Masterlist

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Description: A corrupt wanna-be politician leads to Hardison's pursuit of musical endeavors.

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A/n: Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..... It's, uh, been a minute.... The last few months have been a bit hectic with the holidays and finishing my degree. And now with the job search, unfortunately I cannot guarantee frequent or regular updates, but I hope to be more frequent than recent months. Anyway, I really appreciate the support and patience and want to hear your thoughts! Much love!

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*Bzz bzz*

I looked annoyingly at my phone as a message came in, momentarily quieting the classical music I had coming out of the speaker while I cleaned the apartment.

Nate: I’m going down to the pub to meet with a client. Make sure you’re ready for the brief as soon as we’re done.

Me: Do you need some company?

Nate: No, I’ve got Hardison and Eliot coming with me. Don’t want to overwhelm her too much.

I looked at the message puzzlingly before answering.

Me: Why both of them?

Nate: Hardison requested to come. The client has had some physical safety concerns and people following her. That’s what Eliot is gonna be there for.

Me: Is there gonna be a fight?

Nate: Probably

Me: Well, I’m coming for the show then

Nate’s typing notification popped up, but I sent another text before he could send.

Me: I’ll just stay in the back, you won’t even know I’m there. Plus, you might need a female presence at the ready, you never know.

I saw the typing indication go away and pop up again a couple of times before it vanished for an extended period of time. I took that as Nate not telling me no.

I finished up my cleaning task and made my way down to the pub. I spotted where the group was sitting and noticed that I must have made it just in time as Eliot was acting drunk and approaching two very intimidating looking black men in suits. I grabbed a chair at a table in the corner where I had a clear view, but the others wouldn’t be distracted by me.

The one who Eliot was directly speaking to downed his drink before punching Eliot in the gut with a level of finality I hadn’t seen in a fight. This didn’t last long, however, as the man’s face quickly turned to pain as Eliot rose up again, holding the man’s wrist at a painful angle that brought him to his knees with a long winded whine. While holding him there, Eliot punched the other man, who had yet to do anything, in the mouth. He tried to punch back, but Eliot quickly blocked and punched him again, hard enough to throw him into the wall this time. He did it again when he came back, all while the other man was still on his knees before Eliot seemed to become tired of it and punched him in the gut and threw him into the other one.

Eliot took a break to approach a nearby woman and excused himself for taking a sip of her drink before handing it back to her. Eliot cracked his neck and made an… interesting move to say the least as if asking the men if they wanted more.

I rolled my eyes at the dramatics, but knowing Eliot, he did it to prove a point. Likely to Hardison. And in my opinion, the point was probably made as the men both left the pub without further argument. My suspicion was confirmed as since the pub was so quiet after the fight, when Eliot sat back down at the table with a smile, I heard him ask Hardison, “Can your dog do that?”

I couldn’t help the snort that came out of me at the question. I hadn’t even heard the argument beforehand, but I could almost hear it in the moment. The noise I made must have been louder than anticipated as Eliot’s head snapped up a little bit and spotted me across the room. I smiled and gave an embarrassed wave. He smiled and gave me a half wink before looking around as if to pull up an empty chair. I quickly shook my head to stop him. He gave me a puzzled look. I contemplated how to tell him why I wasn’t coming over from across the room, but couldn’t think of any way to mime it out. I finally very obviously pulled out my phone to text him.

Me: Nate doesn’t want to overwhelm the client with too many people.

Eliot pulled out his phone and subtly looked at it under the table while also listening to the client tell her story. He looked at me with raised eyebrows as I received a text.

Eliot: You sure? I don’t think she would mind your company.

Me: Yeah, I honestly just came for the show ;P. I’m just gonna head back up to finish cleaning my apartment before the briefing. Thanks though.

I waited until he read it and gave me a nod. I was about to leave my seat when I decided to send another text.

Me: Nice job, btw.

I didn’t wait for a response this time as I left and got back to work cleaning my apartment.

I had expected a text from Nate when they were done with the client to head over for the briefing, but it didn’t come for a couple of hours, and when it did, it was for me to tag along with Parker and Hardison doing some leg work. Along the way I learned that Nate had gone to meet with the Italian to get some info on our mark, a corrupt businessman, looking to become the next president of Wadata, a small country in Africa. Our job was to canvas some of Moto’s properties to see where he would keep his valuables.

“Wait a minute,” Eliot said once Nate shared his info, “This guy makes money off the backs of children, and nobody goes after him because he feeds the CIA a bunch of names?”

“Sounds about right,” I commented through comms, looking over the building we had stopped at, trying to see what Parker was seeing.

“And what are the odds that these so-called ‘Jihadists’ aren’t terrorists at all?” Sophie pointed out, “They’re more likely Moto’s political rivals back home.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Nate said. “And if the government won’t go after Moto, we will. Now, he bought his real estate at the top of the market, so he’s leveraged up to his eyeballs. The only thing keeping him afloat from not going bankrupt is the steady flow of diamonds. And what’s the best thing about smuggled diamonds?”

“Oh, I know this one,” Sophie said. “It’s the way that they shimmer on the deck of a billionaire’s yacht in the moonlight.” I could imagine the dreamy look in her eyes as she imagined it.

There was a pause as we all digested her fantastical answer before Eliot answered, “Because they’re uninsured.”

“Right,” Nate agreed. “So, we go after Moto’s diamonds, and we end a political career before it starts. We just have to find out where the vault is… Parker?”

“Okay, we are on stop four of our tour of Alexander Moto’s Boston properties,” Parker responded, taking a break from taking pictures of the building.

“Records show he just renovated the place with state of the art security tech,” Hardison said from inside the van, “but he wouldn’t put a vault in here.”

“Why?” I asked, contemplating the white stone, almost colonial style building. It looked solid to me as I trailed behind Parker, following her across the street to get a closer look at the building.

“It’s Raine’s Concert Hall,” Hardison answered, “where the Massachusetts Chamber Orchestra plays.”

“They have concerts here?” Parker asked. “Look at that foundation, I thought this was a bank.”

Hardison stuttered, “Like – like I said, it’s the perfect place for a vault.”

Parker and I shared a sly smile at his mixup.

Parker laughed a little when we approached a utility box of some sort with a padlock that looked painfully easy for her to open. Looking on the inside, there were wires and tubes attached to what looked like an air tank.

“Guys, they have a dedicated air line that goes straight down to the basement, used for storing extremely delicate items,” Parker described. “That’s where your vault is.”

We closed the utility box and headed around the building to see if we could see anything else while Hardison did some searching.

“I think I may have found his fragile item,” he said. “Moto just purchased a Stradivarius violin for $4.5 million.”

“This all fits,” Sophie said. “Moto’s made himself a patron of the arts in Boston to, you know, up his profile with the old-money crowd.”

“And what’s his vulnerability?” Nate asked.

“His ties to America,” Sophie answered. “His father sent him out of the country at an early age. He was educated in Europe, got his MBA at Harvard. His brother’s a national hero, but Moto doesn’t even speak his native language.”

“A foreigner to his own country,” I commented, brushing my fingers along the wall as we turned a corner.

“He’s gonna have to kiss a lot of babies…” Eliot said. “Or stuff a lot of ballot boxes.”

“So Moto’s problem is that he’s an outsider to his own people,” Nate concluded.

“Yeah, well what about my problem?” Parker asked. “I can’t break into a vault without seeing the inside first.”

“Yeah, okay, so, you need a tour of the vault,” Nate thought out loud, “and Moto, our mark, needs to look good back home.” There was a moment of silence before he finally said, “Let’s go steal the man on the street. In Africa.”

I shared a look with Parker as we got back to the van to go home. An interesting plan was ahead of us it seemed.

The next morning Hardison, Eliot, and I worked on setting up a smear campaign against Moto. Eliot called our client to get some additional information about him as Hardison and I worked on writing an article and finding a good photo to edit. Eliot found out that Moto does drink occasionally, so we edited a photo of Moto at a ribbon cutting ceremony to show him visibly drunk. We paired it with our article which had Moto insulting Wadata’s people in big block quotes. Hardison got that published and spread around before we made a fake news report. Eliot was green screened into the streets of Wadata in the middle of a protest as a reporter. The protest was due to Moto insulting Wadata’s national soccer team.

Now waiting until it gets back to Moto.

Sophie called Moto’s office introducing herself as a PR agent, giving us an introduction to Moto. It didn’t take long for him to call for a meeting.

“Go with Sophie,” Nate told me, “be her assistant, secretary, something, some extra eyes and hands.”

I nodded along, but couldn’t help but whisper as I went to change: “Feels as if I’m being typecast here,” thinking back to our last job.

Sophie cut in before I could exit the apartment, “That’s not necessarily a bad thing, y/n. While variety is good, this particular role type is very versatile and can fit almost anywhere. You’re doing great, dear.”

I smiled and hurried out so we could go meet with Moto.

“Kristi Connely, from Bulger-Maple,” Sophie introduced herself with her card once we got there. “And this is my assistant, Candace Jones.”

I nodded at Moto in acknowledgement and he nodded back.

Moto put on some glasses and read the card before handing it to his bodyguard, “I appreciate your time Ms. Connely, but I am skeptical I could benefit from public relations.”

“Oh, I prefer the term ‘perception management,’” Sophie countered. “Perhaps you’d like to see a reference from one of my recent clients, the leaders of Uzbekistan or Myanmar.” Sophie showed her phone to Moto, showing contacts of the previously mentioned leaders.

“Those are two of the world’s most notorious dictators,” Moto pointed out skeptically.

“Whom I am rebranding as effective CEOs, leading their country into the 21st century, just as I can rebrand you as a force for good in your own country.”

“Ah, yes,” Moto replied. “The ‘Oprah’ way. Open a school. Open a clinic. Get out the checkbook.” He waved his hand dismissively.

I snickered a bit from behind Sophie. Moto snapped his gaze over to me before his attention was drawn back to Sophie when she did the same.

“We’re much more sophisticated than that now,” she said. “Have you heard the phrase, ‘One death is a tragedy, a thousand deaths is a statistic?’ Well, the same holds true for acts of charity. Build a school, and you just remind people of your wealth. But, help one single child… And you’re a hero.”

I watched as Moto’s eyes changed ever so slightly in recognition.

“It certainly sounds more affordable,” he relented. “What do you have in mind?”

Sophie smiled and gestured at me. I took my cue and opened the binder I was carrying with Hardison’s picture and fake details. I placed it in front of Moto as he slid on some glasses and started explaining the information contained within.

“This young man’s name is Temi. He’s a taxi driver who immigrated here from Wadata-”

“With a dream,” Sophie interjected.

“Yes, a dream,” I continued, trying to be unphased as if Sophie’s character did it often. “He wishes to attend the New England Conservatory to study the violin.”

“You,” Sophie took over again, “are going to make his dream come true.”

Moto looked at her over his glasses expectantly.

“The poor need schools and clinics, but, what they want? Is heroes. You are going to give them what they want.”

Moto smiled a smile that I would not want directed at me in any other context. There was one thing that I could not deny in any lifetime: Sophie was a closer. I would hate to see the damage she could do to the stock market.

Moto wanted to set up a meeting with “Temi” as soon as possible, and Sophie and I happily complied. The next thing I know, Hardison is sharing a couch with Sophie in Moto’s office, with Moto sitting across from them. I sat in a chair in between.

“So, Temi,” Moto began, “I have read stories about you. They say you are a prodigy.”

Hardison opened his mouth with a smile to respond, but Sophie beat him to it.

“He first picked up a missionary’s violin, aged five, and just knew how to play,” she bragged.

“I’m here for my family,” Hardison insisted in an accent and with a smile, “The violin can wait.”

Moto turned serious, “Don’t make excuses Temi. You have been given an opportunity.”

“I must respectfully disagree, sir,” Hardison replied. “In my taxi I’ve been beaten; I’ve been robbed. What opportunity do I have here?”

I softly smiled at the, obviously to me, but well executed bait question. The smile only grew once I noticed Moto quirk a smile himself.

“Come,” he said. “Let me show you what you can achieve in America.”

As we all stood, Sophie turned more towards me and mirrored my own smile. So far, it was all working.

“Good work, guys,” Nate said through comms. “He’s taking you to the vault. Let’s find those diamonds.”

Just as Parker predicted, we pulled up to the concert hall and descended the steps to the basement.

“Down these stairs, I think you will find something very inspiring,” Moto announced as we reached the bottom.

“Okay guys, look inspired,” Nate commented.

“Electric magnetic lock with retinal scanner. It can withstand two thousand pounds of pressure,” Parker narrated, watching through Hardison’s button cam.

“You want to know what you can achieve in America?” Moto asked, providing a leading question of his own, to which Hardison nodded with a smile. Satisfied, Moto opened the vault and invited us in. When we entered, Moto gestured to the violin in a glass case on the far side of the vault, “Antonio Stradivari made it himself in 1705. It’s magnificent, isn’t it?”

We approached the case with wonder.

Once we stood in front of it Hardison began to speak but lost his accent, “With all the technology in the world–”

Sophie cleared her throat and I sniffled loudly at the same time to cover up and remind him to keep the accent.

He quickly corrected himself, “--you couldn’t make a violin sound as good as that one. No one understands why.”

I bit the inside of my lip to keep myself from spouting off the recent opinions and research saying that much of that idea comes from confirmation bias. That actually, in many cases modern, and much cheaper, violins are just as good as Stradivarius violins. That isn’t to say that these violins weren’t still incredible, especially for the time that they were made. As Moto said, it was magnificent, a truly beautiful piece. I just had to keep reminding myself that that particular rabbit hole deep dive I did was not relevant or helpful to this job. Inside thoughts.

“Sophie, I need you to zero in on the lockers,” Nate said, shaking me from my thoughts.

“Security log shows a delivery from a Wadata a week ago that was placed in locker number Allegro,” Parker said.

“Allegro,” Nate repeated. “Musical terms. So he’s named his lockers after musical terms. Sounds like our diamonds. Okay Sophie, what I need you to do right now is to stand next to locker Allegro so Hardison can get us a shot.”

Sophie obeyed, softly wandering over to the lockers on the side, standing near the requested locker.

“I can tell from your reaction that we are a good match,” Moto said to Hardison.

“I think you would agree with that, wouldn’t you Temi?” Sophie called from her spot near the wall.

Hardison didn’t acknowledge her, still looking at the violin, so she repeated his name.

I put my hand on his shoulder from where I was standing next to him and firmly, but subtly, started to turn him to face her. Hardison finally got the hint and turned toward her so the button cam could see where she was standing and where the locker was.

I listened to Nate and Parker discussing the impossibility of breaking into the vault due to the seismic sensors that Parker picked up on and that it was apparently unhackable. Looking through records, they found that there was a time where these sensors were turned off: when a certain symphony was performed. Nate quickly changed the play when this new information was uncovered and requested Sophie to relay it.

Sophie gave a laugh of realization as she reapproached the group, “I’ve just had a thought: the story of you helping Temi is going to raise your profile in the cities, but what about the rural areas? They don’t have televisions or newspapers.”

“No,” Moto agreed, “only radios.”

Sophie smiled, “which is why this is perfect. Your brother is visiting in two days, you’re going to host a concert in his honor, in your concert hall, and Temi… Temi will be the star!”

Hardison made a noise that he quickly tried to cover with a smile, but the look that he had was nothing short of horror.

With happy congratulations on a well formulated plan, we parted ways with Moto and headed back to the apartment. The ride back was alternating periods of tense silence and Hardison rambling with anxiety, frustration, and down right anger of the position Nate and Sophie had put him in. Sophie tried to comfort and reassure him at first, but quickly found that it was futile so she and I sat in silence as he raved.

We all decided to call it a night, though Sophie and I discussed doing our own research into loud enough pieces to be suitable for the job. I spent a couple hours pulling up youtube and various classical music playlists, compiling a few that I liked and that also were loud enough to feel the vibrations through my skull.

The next morning, Sophie and I headed back to meet with Moto’s, each with a short list of possible pieces. We sold him the idea that the piece to be performed had to be loud and grand. Nothing less for his brother or for Temi. The piece had to leave an impact on his people listening in.

“Of course,” Moto readily agreed. He gave us access to his music library, pulling a few pieces that he thought fit the bill.

We looked over the sheet music, comparing our individual lists. After some discussion, we all decided on Scheherazade, much, it seemed, to Sophie’s delight.

Sophie and I expressed to Moto that we would pass along the sheet music to Temi and inform him of the rehearsal time.

“Also, Temi is the first person who I have met that is worthy of it. Please let him know that I wish for him to play my violin. I look forward to listening to him,” Moto said as we were on our way out.

“He’ll be thrilled,” I expressed at the same time Sophie said, “Fantastic!” We glanced at each other before thanking Moto for his time and exited the building.

Sophie relayed the story of Scheherazade on our way back to the apartment. How she was history’s all time great grifters. The Sultan would marry a bride everyday and have her killed by morning. Scheherazade was saved from this fate by telling the Sultan a story so compelling and leaving him on a cliffhanger every night so he dare not kill her and never know the ending. She kept this up for one thousand and one nights until the Sultan fell deeply in love with her. The piece was also gorgeous with loud instrumentals and a beautiful violin solo to complete the piece.

I stopped by my apartment for a moment to grab a snack while Sophie crossed the hall to Nate’s to relay the news to him and Hardison. When I went to cross the hall and join them, I saw Hardison muttering to himself and looking over the sheet music as he descended the stairs. I popped my head into Nate’s apartment to see him talking to Sophie.

“You know, I always like to pick up an extra wrench here or there for the old tool box,” Nate said cryptically. “You said it yourself, uh, he’s the best candidate.” He then almost forcefully started the metronome that I had only just noticed was sitting in front of him.

Sophie’s continued eye contact with him caused me to slowly close the door and retreat back to my apartment for a while.

It was later that afternoon when Eliot popped by with the equipment bags and rifle we would use to frame Moto for an assassination attempt. It was going to be my job to get it set up in the screening room during the concert.

“Do you need any help figuring it out?” he asked once he gently set it on the table.

I picked it up and opened the action to make sure it was empty, “I mean, I’m sure I could figure it out, but I haven’t taken apart this particular model, so I wouldn’t mind a hand.” I walked to a cupboard and pulled out a towel to drape across my table so neither it nor the gun would get scratched.

Eliot raised an eyebrow at me as he took a seat, “You seem like you’ve done this before.”

I sat across from him and set the gun back down between us, “Eliot, what country do you think we live in?” Before he could sigh in annoyance or answer I continued, “I’m just kidding. With Grandpa Jimmy’s background, Nate and my dad taught me some minor gun safety and maintenance as a kid. And there was this guy I dated who would always do those contests with his friends of who could take them apart and put them back together the fastest. He taught me how. He wanted to make sure I could handle myself around them, just in case something happened.” I smiled at the memory of us trying to race and he would beat me every time, but I started to get close after a while.

“Sounds like a nice guy,” Eliot said cautiously as he pulled out some simple tools.

“He was,” I confirmed. “We were just awful at communicating with each other, so we drifted apart. We parted ways amicably, I still see an occasional post of his pop up on social media.”

“Do you miss him?” Eliot asked.

I stopped what I was doing, looking over the rifle, and looked at him puzzled, “No, not really. We both had our separate lives to follow. I’m sure you don’t want to hear about a random guy I dated, so let’s get this gun figured out.”

Luckily the scope just popped off with a slide and a twist. The rest was a little more difficult, finding the screws and pins that needed to come out in order to take the gun apart. Eliot and I quietly chatted about the job and random odds and ends as we tried to figure out how far apart we needed to take it.

“So what music do you listen to?” I asked as we tried to figure out how to pack it into the bag most efficiently and disguised properly.

“Is it not obvious? Country mostly, I don’t mind some classic rock every once in a while,” he answered, sliding the packing foam over the gun.

“I didn’t want to assume,” I replied. Eliot and I looked at each other and nodded, deciding that we had determined how to take the gun apart and pack it properly. We took it back out so I could practice putting it back together.

“What about you?”

“Little bit of everything,” I responded. “It’s kind of funny actually, I was going through a classical phase the last couple of days. Seems it paid off.”

We both chuckled and continued chatting as I took the gun apart and put it back together a few times. The final time I took it apart, we made sure to wipe every piece and part down to ensure that no fingerprints were left behind as we packed it up once more. We left the bags there, ready for tomorrow as I walked him to my door.

Eliot turned towards me before he fully exited, “You know, I, uh, I like it when we hang out like this.”

He paused, looking like he wasn’t sure what to say next, so I reached up and placed my hand on his shoulder, letting my hand slide until I was just holding his arm. I wasn’t quite sure why I did it, and I had to swallow as I could just feel his warmth under my hand through his shirt before I said anything.

I finally drug my eyes from where they were staring at my hand up to his eyes, where I saw that he was staring at my hand too. “I do too. We should do it more often.”

I wasn’t sure if he liked my hand being there, so I let it fall. Right as it fully fell off his arm and brushed his hand, his hand caught mine. We stood there for a moment, his eyes still looking at our hands.

He hummed in what I took to be agreement. He squeezed my hand once before letting go and clearing his throat, “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mhmm,” I hummed, watching as he made quick eye contact before turning and walking down the hall, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he went.

I closed the door and let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding. I lifted the hand that he was holding to my chest, feeling my heart beat. I wasn’t quite sure what to think. Maybe I shouldn’t think at all.

And I tried not to think about it the rest of the night until the next morning when Sophie, Eliot, and I headed over to the concert hall.

Parker was going over the plan at Nate’s, looking over blueprints. “We have three main obstacles,” Parker said when Nate asked how the plan was going, “two doors and a guard. At the first door there’s a six digit keypad.”

“Have the code yet?” Nate asked.

“Let’s find out. Sophie?”

“Minutes away,” Sophie replied as we hauled in the recording equipment and gun through the front doors.

“Oh, Ms. Connely and Ms. Jones, right?” One of Moto’s guards greeted us as we walked in. Another guard walked up and insisted on helping us with our bags.

We thanked them as they took the bags and set them up on the counter.

“We’re helping to organize the concert,” Sophie said explaining the bags, “I just wanted to check the acoustics, we’re broadcasting it on the radio–”

The first guard interjected, “I hope you don’t mind, we have to check your bags.”

“Oh, not at all,” I said as he began to open the bag with the gun in it. “We’re also filming for the television,” I explained as he began to lift the scope from the case. “That lens is very delicate,” I insisted tensely, putting my hand on his arm, not unlike what I did with Eliot last night, as if to stop him, or at least steady it. The guard paused, looking over the lens for a moment before looking at me, his eyes glancing from my hand to my face. He smiled at me and gently, but firmly used a single finger to press the scope back into the protective foam. “They are very fragile, thank you for being so gentle with it,” I smiled at him and batted my eyelashes a bit.

“Of course, I apologize,” he said, eyes lingering on me before turning back to the bag and looking at the other odds and ends we threw in on top to disguise the gun parts as camera equipment.

Eliot snuck in the room behind us, dressed as a maintenance man towards the locked door to try and get the six digit code. I caught the dirty look he gave the guard out of the corner of my eye. I gave him a wink when the guard wasn’t looking, but I wasn’t sure if Eliot saw it. After the guards were satisfied with our equipment, they let us through to set it up in the screening room. The guard then went downstairs to where Eliot was. After a verbal confrontation between the two, Eliot was able to get the numbers to the combination, but not the order.

“K, that means I need to punch in all the combinations,” Parker replied to the news, “that’s gonna take time, and there’s a guard.”

“Well, Eliot can take care of the guard, right Eliot?” Nate said.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, but not enthusiastically.

Nate then mapped the route verbally to the vault. Parker pointed out the retinal scanner at the vault, citing that we didn’t have time to hack it, so she would just blow a hole in the floor above it.

“Okay, great, so we get to the vault through the ceiling, we get the diamonds, wait for the concert to end, and we slip out through the crowd,” Nate summarized.

“Nope,” Parker replied matter-of-factly.

“What do you mean no? That’s what–”

“Our only window to break into this vault is during the concert when the motion sensors are turned off, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay well, this is a concert for a foreign dignitary with a full secret service detail,” Parker described. “Which means we have to take out the guard, blow a hole in the floor without anybody hearing anything… It can’t be done.”

“Maybe we should have chosen Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture,” I commented as we set the bags down in the screening room.

“Why that one?” Eliot asked.

“If I remember right, they use cannons in that one, it would cover the explosion,” I said hypothetically.

Hardison disregarded my comment by insisting that he was out of the con too because he couldn’t do the violin solo.

“How much time do we need for the break-in?” Nate asked, ignoring both of us.

“Seven minutes,” Parker answered, “minimum.”

I heard a ruffle of paper and Nate narrated the different markers of the heist, “Of course depending on the tempo.”

“What are you talking about,” Parker asked.

“You’re trying to time the heist with the music,” Hardison said.

Nate and Hardison then alternated saying Yeses and Nos.

“We would need to be in sync, perfectly in sync,” Hardison pointed out. “We would need our own-”

“Conductor,” Nate exclaimed quite excitedly.

I wasn’t entirely sure how he was gonna do that, but I had faith in him. Now all that was left to do was wait, at least for Sophie and I. Hardison was practicing, Parker and Eliot were establishing their covers by walking the building, and Nate was finding his own conductor, which I think took the form of a computer with music timing software.

The concert hall slowly began to fill with the musicians and then guests, the noise in the room growing from near silence to a dull roar. Sophie and I stood on the balcony, observing the masses and giving Hardison reassuring looks when Moto approached with his brother.

“Oh, Ms. Connely, Ms. Jones, allow me to introduce my brother, President Simeon Moto,” Moto said.

“Ah, Mr. President, I think you are going to be so impressed with what this young man achieves tonight,” Sophie gushed.

“It will be nice to read something positive about my country for a change,” the President replies with a controlled optimism.

I gestured to the seats next to us with an invitation to sit, which the Moto brothers accepted. Sophie and I took our seats on the other side of the aisle. We scouted the area, looking for guards.

Sophie and I turned towards each other as if to chat in order to relay what we saw to the others, “We’ve spotted Secret Service guys on the balcony.”

It didn’t take long for the concert to begin. Hardison was spotlighted at the introduction before the music started.

“Okay guys,” Nate said shortly after, “Buckle up. You have seven minutes, but it depends on how fast the conductor leads the orchestra. I’ll follow his pace and cue you.” There was a short pause before he continued, “Alright, on my mark… now.”

At his cue, I gathered a binder that I had tucked away and rose from my seat. I feigned flipping through it, nodding at the President and our mark as I exited the balcony and headed to the screening room to set up the rifle.

I pulled on some gloves and listened as Eliot beat up the guard and Parker was able to gain entry through the first door.

“It’s a faster tempo, I’m moving up the timetable,” Nate said. “You guys have four and a half minutes.”

I finished putting the gun back together and made sure I wiped it down again to ensure that no fingerprints of mine or Eliot’s were left, making sure that the clean print from the guard on the scope was left alone. I set it up to aim at where the President was sitting, putting a few rounds in the magazine, but making sure none were chambered. As I left the room to head back to my seat, the sounds of fighting resumed. I was sitting in my seat for a minute or two before the loudest part of the piece was played and Nate cued the explosive. Sophie and I both quietly let out a breath as everything was on cue and went unnoticed.

Soon, Hardison’s solo came, and he looked at us with quiet resignation and a shrug, but stood to play it anyway. What came out of his fingers and that violin was probably the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard. A chill flowed through my body and my hand snuck over to Sophie’s and we held each other’s hands as the world seemed to fall still, like time had stopped to listen to the strings in Hardison’s hands.

As the music came to a stop, the crowd roared with applause and a standing ovation. Sophie and I shared a wide smile and joined them. Hardison looked baffled at first at what he had accomplished, but quickly a wide and excited smile spread across his face, bowing to the crowd.

After a moment, I could hear the alarms start to blare through the comms. I turned to Sophie, “Did they not get out?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, keeping a soft smile on her face as she looked down at Hardison in the pit.

“What are you doing here?” Parker asked.

“I’ll explain later, let’s just get out of here,” Nate replied.

“You got an exit plan?” Eliot asked.

“Working on it. Sophie, Y/n, any ideas?”

“Stall,” she replied.

“Alright guys, Moto and his brother just left,” Hardison said, “and I don’t know about y’all, but it wasn’t me, cuz I just rocked it. Ya know.”

“Okay listen, Hardison, just stay where you are, don’t blow your cover,” Nate said.

“Roger that.”

Sophie and I listened as Moto and the President entered the vault and discussed Nate, Parker, and Eliot breaking into the vault. Moto expressed that it wasn’t necessary for his brother to follow him and that his men would take care of them. That’s when Nate spoke up.

“Mr. President, wait,” he said, calling attention to himself, “Can I tell you a story about your brother here, and how he lured you here to assassinate you?”

“Oh, the thief speaks!” Moto exclaimed. “Who knew we would be entertained twice tonight! Please, go on.”

Sophie and I looked at each other and started making our way to the vault to join them.

“Think about it,” Nate said, “last minute concert, in the hall your brother owns? Him wailing over your bleeding body, live on the radio? Instantly bonding himself to the thousands listening back home.”

Moto laughed, “And who would foil this plot? You, and your team of burglars?”

“Burglars?” Nate replied, “No, we’re not in it for the money. We wanted this…” He paused, apparently showing something. “You see Mr. President, this envelope contains names of terrorists living in Africa that your brother supplies us with, at his leisure, for a price. This is what happens when you play with the CIA, Mr. Moto. We take what we need.”

I glanced at Sophie as we descended the stairs, Secret Service agents quickly passing us down the stairs. It was a compelling concept Nate was spinning here.

“You can’t be serious,” Moto replied.

“I turned a blind eye to these rumours about you for too long,” the President fired back.

“This is insane,” Moto insisted. “Can’t you see, this man is telling you a story! Every detail more outlandish than the last.”

“If he is lying,” the President said, “then go ahead, open the envelope.”

Nate agreed.

“It is not what he says,” Moto insisted, but much less confident now. “I can’t open it, it doesn’t belong to me.”

The Secret Service agents entered the room and approached the President while Sophie and I slipped in behind them, walking to stand behind Nate and Eliot.

“Mr. President, there’s something you should know,” the agent said. “We just found a rifle in the projection room, with a clean print on the scope.”

Eliot glanced at me and I gave him a wry smile which he returned before turning back to face the Moto brothers.

“It was my brother,” the President said with betrayal, “he is responsible!”

Moto was then arrested by the agent while sputtering and spewing accusatory claims at Sophie and I specifically. He finally left the room while saying that his brother was being duped by us. Which he was, but being duped with partial truth.

The President then wordlessly nodded at us and directed Moto’s men to leave the room.

“How’d you know what was in the envelope?” Parker asked.

“I didn’t,” Nate replied simply. “It made for a good story, though, right?”

“Scheherazade would have been proud,” Sophie said with a smile.

Nate thanked her and then said he had to meet with the Italian, which was apparently why he had that envelope in the first place. It didn’t take as long as I thought, though, for him to meet back up with us.

At the pub, Nate and Eliot sat at a booth with the client, telling her the good news and passing along some compensation to help the country. The rest of us sat at the bar, talking about how Hardison pulled that solo out of his ass.

“You had a recording of the solo,” Parker theorized, “and a gizmo that made it come out of the violin.”

“No, no, Parker,” Hardison denied, “you don’t just jam a gizmo into a Strad, okay? I just… I let it rip…”

Parker scoffed, “I still can’t believe you can play like that.”

Nate slid into the stool next to me. I glanced back at the booth to see Eliot and the client still talking. While I did feel that familiar pang, there was a little part of me that seemed to notice that he wasn’t leaning in as much as he usually did with some of the pretty, flirtatious clients. The moment I was watching them, he actually leaned back a little before he felt my eyes on him. He flashed me a soft and shy smile, raising a couple fingers off his glass in a wave. I returned the smile and Eliot returned his attention to the client, his smile falling slightly, if I didn’t know any better. As much as I wanted to continue to analyze the situation, I couldn’t when the most shocking sentence I’ve heard Nate say in a while fell out of his mouth.

“That’s because I hypnotized you.”

My head snapped towards him, “Say what now?”

There was a long pause by everyone else.

“You serious?” Hardison eventually asked.

“Yeah, I put you in a deep trance state,” Nate replied, almost proud, “and regressed you to when you could play the violin as a teenager. I mean, you knew how to play all along, but I… cleaned out the cobwebs. I just gave you the confidence to be the best version of you, I knew you could be.”

I nodded skeptically over my drink at the sketchy compliment Nate seemed to be paying Hardison.

“A Vegas hypnotist can pick a candidate out from a crowd,” Sophie said, “and so can I.”

Hardison’s expression grew hard as he stood from his stool, “Nate, hypnosis is something you do to a mark, not your own crew.”

“No no no, it’s exactly what you do to your own crew,” Nate rebutted. “Yeah, you push whatever button you need to, to get them to do what needs to be done. You wanted to know what other quality you needed to run your own crew, well that’s it, and you don’t have it.”

Hardison gave a tight smile, knocked on the bar top and left the pub. Parker hesitated a moment with a blank expression before following.

Sophie looked around me at Nate with a somewhat hard expression of her own, “Alone again. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like it like that.” She then also left the bar.

I glanced at Nate, “It’s like I’m not even here.”

He shrugged, looking where Sophie had left.

There was a pause before I said, “So… Any chance you teach me hypnotism?”

“Probably not,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink.

“Rude,” I quipped, finishing my own before following the others out, heading back to my apartment.

A/n: Hey everyone, I've seen that this series has been gaining some traction with strings of likes. I appreciate the love for it so much!

Reblogging helps share the series to a wider audience and it along with comments can let me hear your thoughts, which can be incredibly motivating!

All I ask is that you consider adding one (or both!) of these to your reading routine at the end of this chapter (though it is entirely optional, just very appreciated). Thank you for reading!

Tags: @instantdinosaurtidalwave @kniselle @technikerin23 @kiwikitty13 @plasticbottleholder @wh1sp @who-actually-cares-anymore @romanreignsluver1 @fictional-hooman @nothingryuu

#eliot spencer x reader #eliot spencer #leverage #rewrite #slow burn #multichapter #nate ford #sophie devereaux #alec hardison #parker #ford!reader

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starrysharks · 1 year ago

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okkkk i watched the first episode of hazbin hotel and i think it has a lot of missed potential. there are actually quite a few goods - the animation for the most part is nice, the voice acting is great (especially keith david as the cat thing), and the songs are alright. the show brings up interesting concepts but the main problem is that it doesn't really execute them in an interesting way, mainly due to the way the characters are written.

every character - with the exception of alastor, charlie and nifty - has a generally "vulgar" personality, ranging from that being a primary trait to basically the entire character (based on the 1st episode alone). they're all written in a similar way, which means that character interactions are very basic funnyman/straightman endeavors with little variation - angel dust says something dumb and vaggie chatises him, or angel dust says something sexual and husk chatises him. that formula basically extends to most if not all of their interactions so far, so the dynamics between characters are similar and frankly uninteresting. angel dust especially (i really don't like him sorry) is so far just a vessel for sexual jokes, and we don't really get anything from his character other than "he's horny", which isn't really good for your first episode imo. the language the characters use is also similar so there's little humorous contrast. there aren't really "jokes" with setup and payoff - just characters saying and doing out of pocket things.

the worst example of this is with the angels, particularly adam. i think that the angel with him (lute i think?) would actually serve his purpose in the story better based on her character - somewhat regal, orderly, but most importantly uses a completely different language to the devils. this sort of contrast would've been way more interesting imo - have the angels be holier-than-thou (quite literally), talk charlie down, make her feel less than or even like a "sinner" - which would be cool because as far as i can tell charlie tries her best to be as good as possible! that would be a unique way to bring out her angry side but instead adam just acts like any other devil, even worse than them, and maybe that's on purpose but i don't think it's very cool...... it would be fun to play off the watcher's preconceived notions and ideas on angels and devils after establishing how charlie deviates from the norm, maybe even having the angels be like "wow you lashing out proves devils are all evil", but now i'm rambling...

other than that, i think the story introduces its main plot points too early. give the concept some time to breathe and establish itself before dropping the bombshell that the extermination is to be 6 months early, damn,,, but i'd have to watch every episode to give an opinion on how they handle that, which i likely won't do. i have some small nitpicks, like the weird lack of buildup to most songs and the kind of weird pacing, but in short, based on the first episode, it's just a compilation of missed opportunities and edgy swear-humor offset by some genuinely interesting and good ideas. this isn't a review of the entire series, by the way - just a "initial thoughts" thing. if you really are interested in the concept, i'd say give it a chance, but please be aware of the creator's actions before you support it monetarily. (i watched the first episode through other means as i genuinely dislike the creator due to her bigotry, of which others have described more eloquently than me - it's very easy to find "call-outs" and critiques of her actions). 4/10, where is verblase :/

#zeno's movie diary #(technically......? idk its a review)#long post #ALSO if i was a random prime user who had never heard of hazbin i'd be so fucking confused by this episode #the pilot is essentially an episode 0 and required viewing but this is never really established #there's hardly even a sort of re-introduction for long time viewers #ok thats my LAST NITPICK #there done get yhis shit out of my face now

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theacecouple · 1 year ago

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I didn't see anything from somerton until about a month ago when he popped up in my recs and I ended up binging his content for about 2 days, but something kept being off and I noticed some of the lies/ignorance, and there was something really dismissive and weird about how he talked about aspecs and women in particular... I stopped watching him cause I watched one of you guys' podcast and realized I also just felt like crap after his videos.

I did end up getting his rwrb video in my recs when it came out cause of the binge and I just remember leaving a comment about the way he talked about aces in it. It was especially upsetting seeing people in the comments who were simply happy he mentioned aspecs at all. He replied to me just saying his cowriter was ace. I don't reply to youtube comments but I just remember wanting to point out that same co-writer he was using as a shield said aces don't face discrimination or conversion therapy, and in that video wrote that aces have to have sex to find out they don't like it. Being something doesn't make you instantly know everything about it, as somerton himself demonstrates with his ignorant comments about gay history.

I'm not really one of his victims since I avoided him as soon as I found him, but I feel bad for all the people he tricked and/or guilted into believing him. I hope some other creators make videos exposing the weird way he manipulated the queer community, cause I think a lot of young folks could use a breakdown of it.

Anyways I just wanted to finish by saying I love you guys' work and learning from you. You helped me understand why certain phrases make me upset, and that and watching your podcast back to back with his videos helped me figure out what I didn't like about Somerton, so you helped protect me from him and not convince myself I was just being Weird as I often do when I get Bad Vibes from someone.

Thank you so much for reaching out <3

It's so fascinating that you stopped watching Somerton after finding us. We've tried to keep things as professional as possible these last 2 years by only citing directly harmful things he's done to us and direct members of our community, and even then it was sparingly and as kind as possible.

When we first spoke with him about including Asexual representation in his future Telos endeavors, he assured us that not only was there already an Ace in the writers' room, but that two real, fully-fleshed out Ace characters were already being written. This was encouraging! After all, we had no way of knowing if he was the kind of cis gay man who loathes Aces or doesn't view us as queer. Since this didn't seem to be the case and rep is important, we supported him. We now deeply regret not doing our research on him first.

Even before his video "The Queer Erasure of Asexuality", we started watching a few of his YouTube videos for the first time and some of the subtext was NOT kind to our community. Subtle things that we'd see get repeated by his fans over and over again, like how queer art is bad these days because all the "artists" and the "exciting queers" who "really lived" died in the AIDS crisis. Or the implication that the Interview with the Vampire reboot was *more queer* because the vampires actually had gay sex on screen, despite this being a complete departure from the source material and neglecting the fact that Anne Rice's vampires have always been undeniably queer *and also* sexless. In fact, we didn't say his name, but we did mention some vague "bad takes" we saw about the series in our podcast episodes 75 & 76 The Triumphs and Failures of AMC’s Interview with the Vampire Part 1 and Part 2...At least some of those came from James.

We did not see his rwrb video, because we had long given up on him by that point, but it is not at all surprising to hear that he had bad takes and also hid behind Nick once again to shield himself from any criticism. It was very much his MO, and yet we're also certain we've heard him chastise straight women for using the "I have a gay friend" defense.

It is so good to hear that our podcast has been helpful to you. There are FAR too many Aces who are willing to let bad behavior or ill-informed takes slide just because someone with a decent following noticed us. We deserve so much better.

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graciegoeskrazy · 9 months ago

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George n Charli ADOPTED daughter question mark???????

charli + george adopted!daughter!r hc <3

i feel like the decision to foster was never an easy one for the pair

charli and george acknowledged the fact it's a lot easier said than done

but at the end of the day they were the ones for each other and knew they wanted a family

and wanted to help others

the started the long the grueling process

they went to all the classes and training

and weren't the people who pay absolutely no attention and are just there to take advantage of the money thats given

they worked and learned

and those around them knew without a doubt that they would make fantastic parents

the band and their friends knew of their new endeavor

and were all supportive ofc

the band were happy to be uncles again

charli and george finally connected with an agency and a few social workers

they put in a request for a baby but knew the likelyhood of checking all thier boxes was not good

and that's when they heard about you

little girl

barley 9

mom in rehab

dad in jail

no siblings

all alone

they were definitely expected someone a bit younger

but they didn't care

when they heard about all the shit you went through they knew they needed to help you

but most importantly they needed you

you were very hesitant when you arrived

it was expected of course but it took a long while before you said more than a sentence to ethier of them

the couple learned very quickly what worked and what didn't

loud noises scared you and typically sent you into panic mode

they chalked it up to reaction to trauma but weren't sure exactly

the agency and state gave no info about what you had whitnessed before you came in

just that your parents were no where near fit to be parents

and they didn't want to pry to much

especially not your first few months with them

after around the 2 month mark is when you started to open up

slowley but surely!!!

when you and george would watch something on the tv, you moved up from sitting in sepperate couches to sitting on opposite ends of the same one

progress !

and you started opening up to charli

the one or two quick sentences turned to conversations about music or school or whatever

it was better and things were looking up

it was never the intention of staying with the pair forever

it was just until your mom got stable and capable of caring for you

about 6 months into being with charli and george your mother was set to be released from rehab and start the process of shaping her new life in preparation for you

that was until she relapsed 2 days after being released

which was the day she was supposed to see you again

you closed off again after that

and everyone hated seeing the little girl they loved face things like this

matty tried talking to you

he told you how he got better and how his life changed after going to rehab

and although you were grateful for his sentiments you were starting to loose hope

and starting to think of charli and george as your forever parents

#i was hesitant at first but this is so cute lmk if i should do more #the 1975 #x daughter!reader #george daniel #george daniel x daughter!reader #george daniel x you #george daniel x reader

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nomsfaultau · 8 months ago

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Daily ask №23

Story summaries edition!

1. Do any of your family or irl friends or colleagues actually know about your fics? About the plot? How did you explain it to them?

2. When anybody asks you about what Fault is, how do you tend to summarise it?

3. If the characters were asked what they think a story about their life would be like, would they give an accurate response? It's like that meme where one character thinks they're in a comedy while another thinks they're in a psychological horror. Just for the funsies please include the foundation guys as well.

4. What genre would you consider Fault to be?

5. If the fault crew had to write a story about themselves, how well would they do it? Not a story about their life necessarily, just with them as the main character.

Ah literal meta let’s go

1.The answer to this question entails a lot of personal growth on my own end as someone who tends to feel pointless shame about the things I like and tend to keep it private. It was months into writing Fault before I talked about it to my partner in crime, very much in a word vomit soup for hours and hours once I actually opened my mouth. I talk about it all the time with him, though he won’t reading because reading is for nerds lmao. He knows everything but the timeline is squiggly to him. Fault is also 100% his Fault since he’s the one that introduced me to Technoblade and SCPs. Then a few years later I met a buddy who I thought I’d only know for two weeks and so felt more open to ramble about it with them, though completely using codenames for all the characters. Alas she somehow has the determination to maintain a long distance relationship with me despite the fact I’m abysmal with it. So like the discord rp screen shots? I had to edit their names back in from ‘Dadgon’ and ‘bee kid’ and ‘Mr. Fluffy’. She fully knows by now but other people in the server don’t. Still, her being so open about adoring the things she likes gave me the confidence to be less private about my artistic endeavors.

So now my parents have the ao3 link. I don’t think they were necessarily surprised I was writing given my self published novella, or fic specifically since my mom asked about it once like a year before I started Fault. Dad will proudly explain plot points at family reunions and fully uses she/her pronouns for Tubbo in a move still baffling Foundation researchers to this day. Mom and I discuss the philosophy of characters sometimes. Much beyond that is risky to my financial support due to the queer elements. It’s a somewhat surreal experience in some senses, such as meeting my dad’s roommate for the first time and learning he’s read a few chapter of Fault, or a very confused but enthusiastic uncle trying to explain to me how I could start monetizing it ? They have absolutely no context for any characters, but my sbi-brain rot roommate definitely does and tries to shake me by the shoulders to allow a modicum of fluff. And then like a year and a half ago I made a Tumblr and started talking about it in a more anonymous way that’s made me more comfortable with sharing my thoughts.

My Dad actually follows this blog. Hi Dad.

2.I doooooon’t. Like God where would I start. I suppose if I’m being reductionist I call it a 12 year old’s evil government torturing the cool lab experiment OCs standard plot. Sometimes I refer to it as smacking moral philosophies together like action toys. The action/plot isn’t necessarily the point, since Fault is mostly focused on the internal journey of the characters. An exploration of guilt and trauma, in its simplest terms.

3.The Blade fully thinks they’re in a shonen anime where they can solve stuff with the power of friendship. The Blood God is basically Naruto’s nine tailed fox thing probably if you think about it trust. Philza is in a hurt/comfort and everything that happened in the Foundation is backstory and now they’re onto the healing and recovering and found family part. Tubbo thought they were in a jailbreak leading to an overthrow the dystopia plot line but that’s gone wonky. Upon getting powers Tommy decided (rather forcefully) that he was in a superhero film, and now thinks he’s in hell. Wilbur lives each day like he’s in a slasher with Jason getting ever closer if he doesn’t book it.

Dr. Blake thinks she’s in a horror story and will do anything to be the final girl. This is barely exaggerating. Webb is in a…political plot line..? Faustian plot? Where he has to protect the world via careful contracts and conversations to control the devil. Rosalind thought she was stopping a dystopia before her ‘are we the baddies?’ moment and transitioned into I have no mouth and I must scream OR the candyman according to my comment section. Jasmine’s in a fairytale where she got turned into a fairy. Rhodes was in a domestic slice of life until he got shoved into a dystopia. Lawrence is in a dnd backstory where he joins the guild that fights of goblins or whatever it is ransacking the town. Except whuh woe the goblins have Feelings.

Also the comedy/psychological horror divide is Charlie and Maureen.

4. Grimdark urban-fantasy drama with some action/adventure and horror elements.

5.Tommy makes himself the most OP bestest coolest hottest funniest Mary sue ever. Heavy escapist elements. This is just what Tommy would naturally do if asked to write a book even without the requirement in the ask. Tubbo would be a lot more subtle about it, but MC Tubbo would Always Be Right and everyone Listens to them. MC Tubbo is the leader of the friend group and the books are very slice of life chill stuff. MC Wilbur is similar on the leader portion, but on a much larger scale, barely controlling a turbulent empire. Its portrayal of a fantasy society is seen as alienating, threatening, and very creative, almost absurdist satire. Castle intrigue plot filled with lots of scheming, though most characters are kinda cartoonishly evil. The Blade is proud to present Normal Human Theodore Blade (or The Blade for short) who is just One Of the Guys and can fit inside houses. It’s an adventure comedy and the voices are used exclusively for dark humor but are never a real problem, and The Blood God doesn’t exist. Philza’s would be the most abstract. He’s less the main character and more the narrator, in the way classic books have to have a real character they can use to know about events and serve as an omniscient narrator without necessarily being the lead role. MC Philza is some type of historian or archeologist as a framing device, and the reader only gets to know him via narrator bias, snippets of comments, and footnotes. His book is a hectic collection of short stories spanning tens of thousands of years, each with little connection to the other. It’s praised for the realism, not the plot.

#fault au #sbi scp au #Wlwdwtys ask #Ask #something to nom on

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endcant · 4 months ago

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so irritated with paypal right now. i noticed that i couldn’t do a transaction today, and i’ve already not been able to see any recent paypal transactions hitting my bank account. apparently today they started requiring biometric data (face ID) as part of identity verification. i had already verified but they asked me go do it again. ok. of course, they say i can still use my social and state ID to verify, so I try that. according to their FAQ it’s supposed to take 2 days to accept or deny, but I got an instant deny. i called on the phone (getting the number its whole own endeavor these days) and they tried to tell me i should just use face ID. i told them i don’t really consider my face to be private or secure information, considering i always post it online, and i can’t change it regularly the way i can with passwords, so I don’t consent to giving them my biomentric data or letting them use it for login. the customer support person was like “oh, would you look at that, we already HAVE your ID and SSN.” and i’m like yeah i know. you’ve had it for years. and i sent a scan of both today and it said unable to verify and logged me out. and they tell me “oh, how weird, [type type type type type type], well it might verify in the next few days, so call back if it doesn’t.” and then hung up. the past week of transactions hit my bank account right then. fantastic.

i have a feeling my verification will go through, but dealing with this after 6 months of dodging paypal trying to dark pattern me into giving them face ID at login has pissed me off

#mine

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itsdannysworld · 2 years ago

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Southern Heat

i wrote this two months ago while stoned out of my mind soooooooo haha have fun reading :) (tbh its just a rough draft, i promise not all of these will be shitty)

summary; you and jake have a wholesome friends to lovers moment content warnings: a lil alcohol use but not too much. just a tiny lil bit. cursing? idk idk is that an important cw? oh yeah a kiss or two

Hey y/n, when are you gonna get here? Nashvilles boring without our sunshine

You picked up your phone after hearing it buzz, the message being from Josh. Your best friend who happens to be a famous singer for a famous band that is currently touring. You’ve known him and his brothers (including Danny) ever since they made the big move to Nashville. It all started at a small coffee shop around the corner from your apartment. You had just set down all your stuff after picking up your order from the counter, when the group came in. They just had a vibe about them, one that you were intoxicated by. You watched them on and off as they bought their respective drinks and settled into one of the big couches. Before you knew what you were doing you shut your laptop and walked over to them, it was a rare moment of confidence but once they realized you were coming over to them you knew you couldn’t turn back. “I just wanted to say y’all have cool vibes, and nice peace sign necklace, I have one just like it.” You said pointing to who you now know as Danny. “Well thank you for the wonderful compliment of our vibes!” The one with the curly hair said dramatically, just before the one with dark hair could respond. His smile was infectious, something that could easily light up a room. “You are very welcome!” You said with an equally dramatic tone. Turning to walk away you hear a “Hey, wait! You should come sit with us, we’re not too familiar with the city.” The one with long hair said. He looked almost identical to the one with curly hair. “Oh uh, sure! Gimme a sec,” you went to grab your things, quickly running through every possible scenario of what could happen in your head. What’s the worst that could happen? Making that decision to sit with them was the best decision you had made in awhile, you all became fast friends and you were more than happy to support them in their musical endeavors. You got especially close with Josh and spent most of your time with him, you started to consider him your platonic soulmate. However, being close with him allowed him to find out a huge secret of yours, that you liked his brother. “No fucking way, you like Sam?” He said drunkenly. We went through a whole bottle of wine and he was obviously feeling it. “No dingus, I like Jake.” You blushed putting your hands to your face. The shock on his face freaked you out, but the shock was quickly replaced with one of his signature smiles. “You need to tell him! He’s been crushing on you since forever. It’s getting annoying for everyone to deal with.” You rolled your eyes at the comment. “I don’t believe you, at all.” “Too bad, guess you’ll never have Jakey boy”

You read Josh’s text and quickly responded telling him you’d be over in a minute. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were practically shitting yourself at the thought of seeing Jake. You quickly finished putting all of your jewelry on and saying goodbye to Bonnie, the small dog you had rescued from the shelter last July. Jake was there with you, and it was the last time you had seen him in person. Y’all tried to keep in touch but between his touring schedule and your work schedule, you haven’t talked to him in a few weeks. You walked out the door and quickly started up your car, heading towards their house. You plugged your phone into the aux cable and shuffled your playlist, a mix of Orville Peck and Arctic Monkeys playing through your speakers. You tried to mentally prepare yourself to see them, but seeing as the drive to their house from your apartment was 10 minutes, you didn’t have enough time to get rid of all the anxiety that plagued you. You pulled into their driveway and instantly all of the memories y’all had shared together came flooding back. Danny driving you home from a drunken night at their house, Josh and you having deep talks on the porch at 1am, Sam and you hotboxing your car, and finally Jake and you going to the store to buy god knows what. You were blasting music and had all the windows down, the thick southern heat swarming around you. That night was when you knew deep down that you were in love with him. You got out of the car and knocked on the door, excited yet nervous to see everyone behind it. “Y/n! It’s so good to see you.” Josh wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and swinging you around a little. “I missed you too Josh” You said with a laugh. You walked further in the house and quickly hugged everyone. Their hugs were top-tier, something you definitely missed when they went on tour. It was finally Jake’s turn to hug you, and it was the warmest one of them all. “I missed you y/n, I’m sorry for not texting you more.” “I missed you too Jake, and truly don’t worry about it, I understand your busy rockstar schedule.” You said as you roll your eyes, faking annoyance. “You know, if I had the chance to talk to you all day while I was on tour, I would’ve taken it.” What he said took you by surprise, was he trying to be romantic or was it fully platonic? You struggled to find words, but finally landed on “I would have come if you had asked.” Finally you looked around the two of you, realizing that everyone has migrated to the kitchen. He must’ve noticed too as he motioned for you to go in front of him towards everyone. When you walked into the kitchen everyone was standing around the island talking. There were a couple more people there, mainly friends with some family mixed in. You went with Jake towards the fridge knowing they would probably have some cheap beer, you weren’t in the mood for anything stronger. “So, how’s it been while touring?” You said as he handed you beer. “It’s been good, it’s kind of weird coming back and not having much to do. It’s good seeing everyone here though, I missed being around people that aren’t my brothers or the crew.” You nodded. While he was talking y’all had ended up sitting on the porch. He started to share stories about the tour, most of which seemed unbelievable. After talking for a few hours (and many drinks later) the conversation had taken a turn towards relationships. “There’s no way you didn’t find anyone while on tour? You went all over the world! Plus you’re a rockstar, so it’s probably easy for you to get a girl.” “Nope, didn’t want any of them. Don’t get me wrong, there were many girls that wanted me, but none caught my eye” He said with a cocky grin. “You seeing anyone?” You shook your head no. You didn’t want to see anyone unless they were him, but there was no way that was going to happen. “Why not?” “None caught my eye I guess.” You said repeating what he said earlier. “I guess there is one person who I kind of think is cool. In a relationship way.” The words tumbled out of your mouth before thinking about them. You had many worries about how this could play out, but alcohol is considered liquid courage for a reason. “Really? Well now you gotta tell me.” You froze, you knew he was going to ask it, but the small amount of confidence you had faded quickly, and you suddenly realized the full consequences that could come with this. He may never want to be friends again. He may feel the same. Our friendship may be awkward because of this. Will I lose everyone if he rejects me? “Well don’t pussy out on me now Y/n” He said with a laugh. “Nevermind, they don’t matter.” “You don’t get to back out that easily. Tell me who it is?” The s in “is” was drawn out. You shook your head. “C’mon y/n! You can’t just not tell me now. I’ll tell you who I like!” “Deal, but close your eyes.” He looked at you weird but then agreed, shutting his eyes. “I’m so sorry if I ruin things by doing this.” You said as you leaned in and gently pecked his lips. His eyes shot open and you immediately push yourself back, saying as many apologies as you could. He pulled you back in and gave you a much more passionate kiss, one that was much needed. Your worries faded away. When y’all finally separated you heard whoops and hollers from the kitchen. Your face flushed pink but despite the audience you went back for one more kiss.

I’m glad I didn’t pussy out

#jakegvf #joshgvf #dannygvf #samgvf #greta van fleet fic #fanfic #firstpost #greta van fleet

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palmtreehero · 2 months ago

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Does Yuka have any headcanons on akeshu reunion after maruki? (⁠´⁠･⁠◡⁠･ ⁠)

Hmm come to think of it I only very briefly mentioned it in my delusional domestic au doc.

I'm gonna blab so I'll put it in a read more ^0^

Just a little note I'll be talking about headcanons regarding Goro's mental health so it may get heavy(?) Also will discuss my thoughts on Akira's family situation and what their life is like pre-marriage era.

I think that Goro doesn't immediately reach out, only because he wants to make sure he's "well enough" or rather had time to process his feelings/thoughts about his trauma/anger.

After he went to Tokyo to get Akira out of juvie, he goes back and spends his time at the rehab center like the unused scenario found in the P5R datamining. He endeavors to complete his treatment there until he feels he's in the right headspace to approach Akira. I think he wants to be his best self for him, or at least near-best self.

I think it'd take a few months, till he gets the OK from his occupational therapist etc to be able to be independent. He probably messages him something casual like "It's Akechi. If you have the time, let's meet." from his old phone that he had taken care to turn off this entire time in case Akira tried to contact it.

As soon as he's given the approval he seeks Akira out, he has nothing holding him back anymore after all. He will act out on his feelings, and I think he recognizes very well that Akira is the one good thing for him.

They meet outside Jazz Jin, this time, with Akira waiting where Goro usually stood. In my head it's very emotional in a quiet way, Akira would look at him, face scrunched up like he's trying to hold back tears, just tries to smile and weakly say something like "I knew you'd never break your promises" and he'd run up to throw himself at Goro, and Goro will embrace him, embrace him so firmly like he's scared to let go.

They talk, just like before, they don't mention things about how Goro never reached out. I think Akira knows that Goro wanted to be ready. Goro is the one who suggests LDR, he is still going to therapy in Tokyo and Akira is still at his hometown. They do a fair back and forth: when Akira is able; he'll go to Tokyo, when Goro is able; he'll visit Akira's home. At this time it's still very rocky for Goro for sure, he's still healing. I think he tries to work on his general feelings of anger and apathy...

He tends to stay for longer periods with Akira in his hometown more than he stays in Tokyo I think, since people in the countryside don't recognize him. The entire time I imagine that they're dating during the Strikers timeline, and it's only when Akira is finished with high school that Goro actually suggests they move in together somewhere close by Akira's hometown.

I think I have a very uncommon or even unpopular headcanon but I generally don't think Akira has bad parents at all. I think they had sent him to Tokyo out of necessity, there was no other high school that would allow him to enroll and I think they cared that he finish his education. I just enjoy very much the contrast between them, I think Akira had a solid support system and upbringing tbh.

Just the mannerisms and way that Akira interacts with people and present himself kinda lacks that same social ineptness that comes from having an abusive/uncaring environment imo... I like to think Akira is from a good family that care about him, otherwise it feels weird for him to be on good terms with going back home, and also his demeanor when he went back to Tokyo for summer vacation would feel out of place...

I just personally think it's hard to see him in that situation because someone who has so much room for so many different types of people in their heart are people who have felt love and fulfillment. I think this difference is how him and Goro ended up the way they did. I think Akira had a good upbringing and the right support group but Goro didn't, and I like their sun and moon contrast so much.

I guess I just don't want Akira to have that kind of angst baggage but I know lots of people like that headcanon with how his parents don't care about him. I just think he's too lovely to have not been loved growing up is all. In some ways I think his parents could likely be like mine were growing up, a bit absent, but not bad parents.

ANYWAYS this blabbing is just to say that Goro was accepted by Akira's parents because Akira's parents are decent people. They may not understand everything, but they were there to support Goro and Akira to a degree (like allowing Goro to stay with them in their home while Akira was at school or something).

Akira gets offered a culinary course at the Ryokan near his hometown, I think Goro uses his money to rent a place of their own near Akira's parents. They live in this countryside home for maybe 2-3 years or so while Akira completes his course then they'd eventually get a 2LDK apartment in the outer suburbs not too far from Tokyo as they plan to move forward with Akira's goal of opening a cozy cafe much like Leblanc.

#reply #wow if you read all that #I should really start making a headcanons tag #it took me 2 hours to write this up omg MY THOUGHTS-

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letarasstuff · 3 years ago

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Do You know what this is, Mr Bray?

(A/N): This has sat in my drafts for over 2 months and I'm sorry for taking so long to finally finish this request. I hope it lives up to expection

Summary: Wendell and the reader are dating. How will telling the team go down?

Aka Booth goes into Dad Mode

Warnings: Mention of small explosion, the reader has small burns on the arm from that, talking about a weapon (gun to be specific) and my obvious lack of knowledge regarding those, if there is more, please tell me

Wordcount: 1.9k

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After putting the car into park, Wendell tries to take the keys from the ignition. But the little shaking of his hands proves to make this whole endeavor even more difficult. A gentle hand cups his, holding it steady and helping him with the task.

“Darling, if you are not ready, we don’t have to.” (Y/N) looks at him with soft eyes, sensing the distress Wendell is practically radiating like a heater. Still he shakes his head. “No, I’m ready. Really, it’s just that I feel like I’m meeting my girlfriends’ family for the first time. Which in some way, I do.” He laughs nervously and scratches his neck before losing his buckle.

A laugh erupts from the passenger’s seat. “You don’t. You know everyone, you work here, silly!” (Y/N) boops her boyfriend's nose before exiting the vehicle. Another smile spreads on her face upon seeing what feels like her second home since she is spending so much time there: The Jeffersonian Institute.

Both Wendell and (Y/N) work as “Squintern” there and happened to meet on a case a few months back. Quickly after realizing that this is the woman of his dreams, the blond asked her out and well, the rest is history.

In the beginning of their relationship the two decided to keep it on the low, wanting to figure out the way this is heading for themselves without the prying eyes of the other squinterns, snide comments by Dr. Brennan or the nagging from Angela as well as the awkward behavior Cam always puts on after obtaining information like this one. Also, Wendell is scared of Booth’s reaction, claiming his watchful eyes over them would burn the hairs in his back.

“Yeah I know, my little dove. But, they are practically our family and soon they will know the youngest of it are dating. Not that we are something like siblings- god no, this wasn’t what I wanted to imply. I just meant- I don’t know how to talk my way out of this,” he sheepishly looks at (Y/N), his face red as a tomato. In return, she kisses his cheek, rubbing a hand over his bicep in an affectionate manner.

“Don’t worry, Darling. They all will be happy for us, I mean either that or they don’t care at all. Both reactions are not bad for us.” But his troubled face still doesn’t vanish. “Honestly, I’m just scared of Booth.”

Again, this theme. Sensing your annoyance, Wendell quickly explains himself. “A few days ago, when I touched your shoulder while complimenting your work of reconstructing the skull, Booth watched us and had this ‘don’t touch my daughter again’ look on his face. And I have seen this in fathers of previous girls I was in relationships with, but none of them needed to pass a gun qualification regularly or are trained in a military level in what seems every single life aspect. I swear, he can snap me in two by just looking at me.”

(Y/N)’s lips leave an exasperated sigh. They discussed this topic over and over again. Wendell is more than sure that both Brennan and Booth adopted her as their unofficial child since they know her since she was a junior in high school and watched her grow up and supported her career as a forensic anthropologist from the beginning.

(Y/N) on the other hand feels like this is not true at all due to all the comments they make she feels like they are just people sharing a long friendship. Said comments are teasing, but Wendell and her are still working on the whole social cues thing together.

“Darling, you are imagining things. Just yesterday Seeley called me the single reason for getting gray hair after Jack and I blew up a little bit during an experiment.” He animatedly gestures his hands in her direction. “Exactly! This is something only a father figure say- wait. Hodgins and you blew up during an experiment! Why didn’t you tell me about that?!” His face immediately takes a look of new worry, a deeper one than the previous one. That was only about people’s opinion, but this look is about his girlfriend’s safety.

“I told you to be more careful when you conduct these with him! You know what- I’m gonna kill him for being this reckless all the time” this and many more things does Wendell grumble while the two of them make their way through security without any hitches.

Now it’s her turn to look sheepishly at him. “Look, I didn’t tell you not because I didn’t want to, I just forgot about it. And we are both fine! We only lost a few arm hairs and have some slight burns. We were already scolded by Cam, so you don’t need to lecture me too.”

But this doesn’t help Wendell’s mood either. “I will lecture you as long and as often as I see fit. It seems like the amount I already did wasn’t enough, because here you are, telling me about something like that as if you were talking about what you had for lunch. I need to be informed if you get injured. I need to make sure you are fine mentally, emotionally and physically. That’s part of the job description as your boyfriend. Show me the burns, please.”

While Wendell lectures (Y/N) and inspects her injuries they continue to walk towards the platform, not paying attention to who is close by. Until a voice cuts his rant off with a loud “BOYFRIEND?! OH MY GOD!” Coming from nobody less than Angela Montenegro herself.

The scream is loud enough that everyone comes out of their offices, throwing away any project they were working on. While (Y/N)’s face turns hot by all of the sudden attention, Wendell’s gets white as a ghost seeing Booth step out of Brennan’s office.

Unfazed by the couple’s expressions, Angela has still her gaze fixated on them. Wendell’s hand still clasps around (Y/N)’s wrist in order to deem the burns non life-threatening. “I knew it! I knew that you two are together! Jack, pay up!” A groan comes from the entomologist. “You just made me fifty bucks poorer, kids. I hope you are happy now.” He says with a sigh, getting his wallet out of his back pocket and hands a bill to the brunette. Her smile is unmatched.

“Is that true, Mr Bray? Are you having a relationship with Miss (Y/L/N)?” Brennan asks the now red faced man. Booth positions himself next to hir, his arms crossed in front of him with his face turning into an intimidating look.

His eyes are switching between his boss, her husband and his girlfriend. The last one gives him an encouraging smile. After taking a deep breath he gives her a nod paired with a smile of his own. He lets go of her wrist, instead threading his fingers through hers. “Yes,” he says, turning towards Temperance, “Miss (Y/L/N) and I are engaging in a relationship.”

She looks at him with a satisfied smile on her face. “Well then, I wish you two good luck. Also, (Y/N),” Brennan addresses her, ”I want you to remember what we have talked about.” Now it’s the young woman’s turn to look embarrassed. Still, she gives out a meekly “Yes, I do.”

Hoping that this whole ordeal is over now, the male turns back to the platform, where Cam already awaits her team. She has a warm look for the youngest between the group.

But he isn’t let off the hook that easily.

“Wendell, I got something in my car that I need help with”, Booth shouts for him, leaving no room for discussion. While most of the team gives him a look of terror and pity, (Y/N) flashes him a smile and a sublte thumbs up, thinking that Seeley really does need help with something.

The way to the garage is basked in an uncomfortable silence. Uncomfortable for Wendell at least, Booth is enjoying this obviously. After what feels like an eternity, he decides to break it.

“So, Wendell Bray. What do you think is the reason you are dating (Y/N)?” Startled by the sudden question, the young man gaps at the agent. He needs a second to collect himself again. “I- Agent Booth, we, I- ahem- I date your- (Y/N)! I date (Y/N) because I love her, Agent Booth.” Ok, maybe he isn’t as collected as he thought he is.

“Aha”, Seeley acknowledges, popping the trunk of his SUV open, “Isn’t love a pretty strong word?” Wendell watches him take a big plastic case out.

“It is, still I’m sure. I love (Y/N) and she loves me. We both are willing to make this relationship work. We know that our jobs are demanding and we both are dedicated to our careers. I think that’s why we understand each other so well and know exactly what the other one needs. I attend just as much to her needs as (Y/N) does to mine. I know love isn’t enough to keep a relationship alive, but it’s part of the foundation.” He looks up at the agent with nothing but honesty in his eyes. It makes Seeley sigh before popping the plastic case open.

Inside is some kind of rifle. After all, Wendell is not a weapon expert, so every gun with a long snout is a rifle to him. “This, my dear Mr Bray, is one of my specialties. If - I’m talking in an ‘if’, I can’t give you more - if you hurt (Y/N), I’ll follow you around with this one. You know, this kid is like a daughter to me and Bones, so you know what this talk is about. Except for, I won’t kill you. Injure? Yes, definitely. But not kill. I want you to live with the guilt of hurting one of the most innocent souls on this earth. You’ll never see this - me - coming. Understood?”

Booth’s expression should induce the biggest fear into Wendell he ever felt. Instead, a wave of great respect overcomes him. Now he knows that there are people caring about his girlfriend beyond a friendship level. There is a familial bond, people (Y/N) can and does rely on outside from him. “Understood and respected, Sir.” They shake hands, exchanging mutual respect.

“Good, now that this is settled, I wish you two the best,” He tells the young man while packing everything up again and closing the trunk. “You are kind of the best fit for her in a lab like that. God knows you are the only normal one, and I got a wife and a nearly-daughter in there. Let’s get back inside before they send the cops out, thinking I killed you. We should also meet up for a beer or something soon again, have a man to man talk. What do you think?”

As they enter the platform in a cheery manner, everyone looks at the pair with bulging eyeballs. Everyone except for (Y/N), who is just happy to see them getting along just the way they were before the announcement. After all, she is right.

If you read this far, please consider leaving a comment or a reblog (or even a commented reblog). Giving feedback has the same effect on writers as watering your plants, it will help them grow <3

#wendell bray x reader #seeley booth x reader #temperance brennan x reader #angela montenegro x reader #jack hodgins x reader #wendell bray #bones team #bones team x reader #bones fanfiction #x reader #reader insert

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lazysimp · 4 years ago

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Dark Clouds (+18) /// Shoto x Male Reader

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Rating: Explicit 18+ Only Minors DNI

Summary: You love Shoto more than anything but what if you were the only thing standing in between him and his dreams? Smut+Angst

A prequel to Cloud Nine.

Word count: 3k+

Warnings/tags: Angst, Blackmail, Morning Sex, Breakup, Soft Dom Shoto, Praise, Explicit sexual content, Oral sex (receiving), He/Him pronouns, All characters are adults.

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“Oh fuck Shoto! Please just a little more,” You beg, your back arching off the bed as you push his head down. Your fiancé had made it a habit to wake you up with his mouth on your cock, licking up your cum like it was his last meal.

After living together for a month you thought he would finally start to calm down but his need for you had only grown. He had barely left the apartment, deciding to take a vacation to spoil you instead of working on climbing the ranks. You tried to convince him to focus more on his career, but he would drop to his knees every time you brought it up.

“I love this pretty cock,” He groaned, swiping his tongue over your tender glands as more precum leaked from your slit. His lips closed around your tip, sucking it into his mouth while his fingers teased your tight hole.

You yelp and clench your thighs, caging in his head but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, your soft thighs against his ears sent him into a frenzy. He thrust his long fingers into you, curling them up to press against your sweet spot.

Your body bolts up, curling around his head but he continued on, never giving you an ounce of mercy. With your head directly above his, the lewd sounds of his mouth filled your ear, sending you further down the rabbit hole.

He released your cock from his mouth and moved to your hole to gather more of your addicting taste with his tongue. “My baby has such a good hole. So tight and hot, and it’s all mine.”

You let out a whine at his praise, you wanted to always belong to him. To never leave his side as he rose to meet his dreams.

He added a third lubed finger into your ass, stretching you open in preparation for his cock. You hiss at the slight burn but it fades quickly as his expert fingers began to fall in temperature, soothing the ache. He had always been so considerate during sex, always making sure you were well stretched before he ever tried to enter you.

The first time the two of you had sex was not the greatest but it was a moment in your life you would never forget. For hours he explored your body, experimenting and exploring you to understand exactly what you liked. By the end of the night, you were both absolutely exhausted, barely able to move.

His tongue returned to your cock, teasing the side of it with the tongue as his fingers continue to pump into your ass. Your breathing grows frantic and your body becomes tight as the pleasure swelled inside you. You could feel your thighs tremble around his head and your hands shake.

He smiled as your sweet hole trembled around his fingers, his baby was close. Remembering to not speed up he kept his movements consistent, listening for your little mewls to direct his touch.

As your breathing grew more labored and body tense he took you all the way into his mouth, sucking to pull every last ounce of pleasure from you. It was the final straw, he watched in awe as you fell apart. Your ass milking his fingers while your cock pulsed in his mouth with each spurt of cum.

Normally he would keep his mouth on your cock, cleaning up your orgasm with his tongue but he had to be at work in twenty minutes. Grudgingly he moved his mouth from your sex and rose to his knees. He gently slid his hands under you and flipped you over, exposing your mouthwatering ass to his view.

Holding his breath to stop from cumming, he lifted your hips up and pushed your back down. It looked as though you were presenting yourself to him. While he loved watching your face as you cum, this view definitely had its perks.

Lining his tip with your entrance he watched himself sink into you. Your cute moans filling his ears, serenading him as he bottomed out. Wanting a better view, he grabbed your ass with his large hands and spread it open, exposing your tight rosebud. He ignored your squeal of protest and started to thrust, watching you take his cock so perfectly.

Each thrust into your tight heat drove him further into insanity. He would never grow tired of this, tired of you. He still wasn’t sure how he managed to get you to agree to marry him, it still felt unreal, like someone was going to rip the floor out from under him. Something as good as you never happened to someone like him, something always messed it up.

“Shoto,” You whine, dragging him out of his thoughts. “Fuck, I need more.”

Determined to have you cum around his cock he reached around and wrapped his hand around the base of your cock. He let out a sly grin watching your body jerk as he thrust his hand, knowing the extra stimulation would send you right over the edge.

“Please, Shoto, please,” You begged, the tight coil inside your chest reeling tighter with each lazy pump of his hand. You lose the ability to speak, only moans leaving your lips.

“That’s it, that is my good boy. So perfect for me. I want you to cum on my cock while I watch,” He says hoarsely behind you. That was all it took, the spring inside you snapped sending you spiraling into oblivion.

Your toes curl in uncontrollably as you scream into the pillow, the brutal waves of pleasure crashing into you. You couldn’t even breathe as your rode out each pulsing wave. His hand did not stop milking your cock, instead teasing you through the high. Making you ride the wave as long as possible before his thrusts started to fall out of rhythm.

You lay face down into the bed, exhausted as he finally falls apart. You could feel his cock pulse inside you as his cum fills you. Once he finally finished he rolled off the top and laid next to you, pulling you into his arms.

You both lay there for a few minutes, not needing words as you recover from the morning quickie. Shoto pushed himself up on his elbows and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He then stood out of bed and started to get ready. You lie in bed and watch as he dons his uniform and smooths out his sex hair.

“I should be home for dinner today, I am only scheduled to patrol until five.”

You nod, “Do you want to go out? Mina said the new soba place was really good.”

Shoto flashed you a warm smile, “I would love that, I’ll see you tonight.”

You push up on your elbows to meet his lips for one last kiss before he leaves. No matter how many times you kissed him, he always managed to take your breath away. You bring your hand up to his cheek as he slowly pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“Please be safe.”

He tilts his head into your hand, giving you some of its weight. “Don’t worry, I promise I will always come back to you.”

You drop your hand and lay back down, watching as he leaves the confines of the bedroom, and listened for the front door to close. Slipping on one of your lazy shirts, you make your way to the kitchen. You grab a few ingredients and cook a quick breakfast, eating it while you watch the news. Thankfully there was nothing big going on in the city, only a few petty criminals.

Shoto was more capable of taking care of himself but it was hard not to worry. You knew what you signed up for when you agreed to go out with Shoto, but he made all the stress and worry worth it.

You sit at the small counter and eat your breakfast. You avoid scheduling anything on your days off just in case they let Shoto off early so you had nothing planned. You put your dishes in the sink and start to collect some laundry, you could at least clean up some before you rested.

A loud buzz filled the apartment signaling someone was wanting to come up. You drop off the laundry and click on the speaker. Shoto had chosen this apartment because of the added security measures in place. No one could come up to the floor without a key or explicit permission.

“Hello?” You say into the small mic, unsure who would be asking to come up. Shoto hadn’t mention anyone planning on coming over.

“Can I come up?” The deep powerful voice of Endeavor said to the mic.

For a brief moment, your heart stopped. You tried to frantically think of what to say but no words came to mind. You had only ever met him once and you had Shoto by your side. You know he does not approve of your relationship with Shoto, after all, Shoto is going to be one of the world’s strongest heroes and you were well you.

“Just a minute,” You say to buy time as you debate whether or not to call Shoto. On one hand, having him by your side would keep Endeavor in line but on the other, you should be able to handle being around your fiance’s father. After all once you get married he will be family.

You suck in a stabilizing breath and call down to the front desk to give Endeavor permission to come up. While you waited for him to arrive you run to the bedroom and quickly put on a more presentable outfit. You still wanted to call Shoto, to have his supporting hand at the small of your back as you talk to the flame hero.

Three stern knocks signaled that Endeavor had arrived. You turn the knob and ignore the dread filling your stomach, you could do this. Endeavor knew better than to hurt you, he probably just wanted to talk about your engagement.

You stood frozen in the doorway and stare at the flame hero. He did not have any of his usual fire blazing, letting you see his natural hair better. Without his flames or hero uniform, he was a lot less intimidating.

You plaster on your best smile, “Please, come in.”

He steps into your shared apartment and takes off his shoes. You smile, this was definitely a good start. You both silently make your way to the dining room and sit. You were unsure what you need to do so you sit silently and wait.

Endeavor cleared his throat, “This is a very nice place the two of you share. Shoto chose well.”

You give a cautious smile, “I do really love this apartment. I have never lived somewhere with a view as nice as this one and it is easy for both of us to get to work from here.”

Endeavor nodded, “I won’t waste any more of your time, pretending to be here for a visit. I am sure you have seen the news lately. Shoto has fallen over two spots in rank compared to last year. After evaluating his skills and performance in the field, my agency has determined that his fall in rank is due to the amount of time he is taking off.”

You stiffen in your seat, scared of where this is going to go.

“I allowed this relationship to continue as it was not worth getting Shoto upset with my interference, but this is going too far. You are ruining his chances at becoming the number one hero.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, “Excuse me!”

Endeavor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small booklet. He opens it to reveal a single check. He pushes it over to you, the box for the amount was blank.

“You fill out how much you want to leave this relationship.”

“You can’t be serious, what kind of person do you think I am?”

Endeavor’s face held no emotion, “How much?”

Your face twists in anger, “Fuck you! I’m not leaving Shoto, not for any amount of money. You can take this check and shove it-”

“If you do not leave I will be forced to take action.”

A rush of fear runs through you, “What do you mean?”

Endeavor sighed, “I let Shoto leave my agency with the understanding that he would still work to climb his way to the top. He is no longer doing this. If he continues like this I will have to call up the agency he is working at and have him removed from their staff.”

“Removed, you mean fired. You will have him fired because he is going to marry me?” Your throat began to grow tight as the world started to close in around you.

“I am going to have him removed because he can’t do his job properly and be with you.”

You begin to shake, “And how is that going to help him become the number one hero?”

“Simple, he will have to come work for me again. Under my influence, he will take over the number one spot in no time.”

“You know he hates working for you. He loves the agency he is working at, you would rip that way from him?”

Endeavor’s flames started to sprout, “I have seen too many heroes with potential never amount to anything because of relationships like yours. I will be damned if the same happens to Shoto.”

“So I will talk to Shoto about not taking as much time off.” You try to reason.

Endeavor shakes his head, “It is far too late for that. It is not just me who is taking notice to his slacking. If he continues to behave the way he is, I won’t even need to make the call to have him removed. If you want him to not have to work for me you will leave him or all of this will be your fault.”

Endeavor stands to his full height, “After today if I see you anywhere with him he will come to work for me whether he wants to or not.”

He leaves you to sit alone in the apartment. You sit still in your chair, unsure what to think. How could a morning that started so perfect end up like this? You somehow managed not to cry, too focused on figuring out what to do.

You know Shoto loved you, he made sure to tell you almost every day, but could he love you if it meant he had to do something he hated? He loved working at the agency with Inasa and others. The time he spent working under his dad was some of the most miserable of his life.

The entire reason the two of you even met was that he went out with his friends to celebrate finally leaving his father’s agency. How could you ask him to stay with you if it meant returning to misery?

With no one to turn to you flip on the tv, needed background noise as you try to find a solution. You could not ask Mina or Kirishima for help, they would spill to Shoto the minute you told them. If he even caught a hint at what was going on he would go berserk.

You had only ever seen him mad once when a fan tried to throw something at you. His entire demeanor changed from quiet and calm into a simmering rage. He would have easily laid out the fan but you somehow managed to calm him enough to convince him to go home. He had spent hours fucking you to get out his rage. By the time he was back to normal your entire body was covered in hickeys and bruises.

You shake your head to clear your mind of, this was not time to think about sex. You look around the apartment you share with Shoto and feel tears begin to well in your eyes. You didn’t want to leave him. Being with him these past few months had been the happiest of your life. You had never loved someone like you loved him.

Could you live with yourself if you had to watch the beautiful light in his eyes fade if he worked for Endeavor? In the dark of night, Shoto would confide in you about his childhood. How his father only saw him as a tool to overcome All Might. If you stayed with him he would have to be around that mindset every day.

Shoto deserved happiness, even if it was not with you. He was young and handsome, he could easily find someone else. You know it will be hard on him but you could not live with yourself if you had to watch him grow to be miserable.

You lift your chin up, you had to break up with Shoto, it was the only option.

You turn to the bedroom and grab a duffel bag you used moving in. You had to move your stuff out before he got home. You know if he had time he would be able to convince you to stay.

You haphazardly pack away your clothes, not bothering to fold the piles as you shove them into the bag. You would only be able to pack a bag without a car to move.

The small click of a lock stopped you dead in your tracts. No, he wasn’t supposed to be home for at least another hour. The bag drops out of your fingers and you run to the living room. He was standing in the kitchen with the fridge open. He did always get hungry after patrol.

He turned his head at the sound of your footsteps and smiled. Your heart finally broke in half, you were never going to have this again. Deep sobs tore up your throat and before you could stop them fat tears began to fall.

Shoto’s face filled with panic and he rushed over to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice filled with panic.

This only makes you cry harder, you didn’t want to do this. The weight of your loss grew stronger as his hold tightened.

“W-we have to break up,” You incoherently sob into his chest.

“Baby, I don’t understand what you are saying, can you look at me?” He gently bruised his hand up your forehead pushing your head back so he could look into your eyes.

Your lower lip trembles but you somehow manage to speak, “I am calling off the engagement, I can’t do this anymore.”

You watch as his face drops, his eyes wide with confusion, “Baby, what are you talking about? What is wrong, did something happen when I was gone?”

You shake your head, “I can’t do this anymore.” Lie. “Being with you is exhausting.” Lie. “I thought you were the one but I was wrong.” Lies, lies, lies. You hate every word that comes from your lips but this had to hurt. You had to make him hate you, it was the only way.

He drops the arms that once held you close to him, “I don’t, I don’t understand? We were fine this morning, what happened?” His blue eyes were glossy with unfallen tears.

You wrapped your arms tight around your waist for mock comfort. “I-I have been thinking about this since you proposed, I can’t handle dating a hero it is too much stress. I am m-miserable.”

Watching Shoto struggle to speak as he processed what you said hurt more than just ripping your own heart out.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner? Why did you let this go on for so long if you felt that way?”

You shake your head, “I thought I would get used to it, but it has only gotten worse.”

“But this morning and every day before that you never said anything. You seemed happy.” He turned his back to you and walked towards the kitchen.

“Why now? What changed?”

You needed to end this before he asked any more questions, you let thick walls close around your heart and go for the kill, “Because I don’t love you anymore.”

His entire face crumbles as if you had stabbed him. Unable to look at him any longer you grab your duffel from the bedroom. You take one last look at the bedroom, the bed still a mess after this morning.

The weight of your loss was so suffocating you couldn’t even breathe as you walk past Shoto. He stood still in the living room unmoving in shock. He blinked strongly a few times like he was trying to wake up from a terrible nightmare.

You reach the front door “I am going to stay at Mina’s if you need anything. I’m so sorry Shoto.”

This was for the best, he could receiver from losing you. You were only in his life for a few months but his dream of being a hero had been lifelong. This breakup will only be a road bump in his journey to success. You knew he will reach the top, it just won’t be with you.

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moltengoldveins · 4 months ago

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oh good bill and veil are enabling my cursed awful thoughts. I think All Might and Stain would be actually the best weird codependent hot nonsense in the history of ever. It could be Queerplatonic. Or they could bang ig. I don’t really care about that as much as I care about them yelling at one another about idealism and corruption. Specifically if AM were to get himself a freaking support system and enough awareness to realize that his efforts to prop hero society up are causing more problems in the long run, and Stain were to work with a few other heroes like and realize indiscriminate murder is bad, I think it would be Neat.

like. The “I save everyone with a smile” mentality is so deeply concerning when you think about it. And the affect it has on the MHA universe’s culture and attitude of “oh it’s ok, I don’t need to take responsibility, All Might can handle it” is terrifying. Plus I absolutely adore when The Paragon Hero realizes that they’ve been going about supporting their ideals all wrong, do a heel turn, and walk firmly into the morally grey area, still firmly upholding every ideal they’ve supported this whole time. Same thing as when a villain does that and becomes tangentially a good guy. So we have AM corruption to secret vigilante + Stain redemption to very public vigilante all while neither of them ever actually change their moral codes. 10/10 no notes.

anyway the way I think this’d go down is that AM realizes just how badly his image has affected society when he realizes the extent of Izuku and Katsuki’s horrible childhoods and starts working in his off hours with underground heroes and vigilantes, coming to terms with how messed up the system really is and sacrificing his pristine perfect pillar of self-perception he maintains in his own mind because he can’t afford to keep it and still do what needs doing, especially now that he can’t be Big Might all day. Aizawa helps. Aizawa isn’t sure exactly how to take this new All Mignt who apparently agrees with him a lot more, but he’s surprisingly good at lying when his moral code demands it and having backup that can punch through walls is always a win. Aizawa finds himself friends with a man who regularly appears on television. Again. Aizawa hates his life just a little bit more.

Anyway Stain is watching from the sidelines in Actual Horror as his symbol of Justice does something so base as…. pretend to be a criminal to break up a trafficking ring? He’s got issues we already know this. Stain can’t handle the disruption to his worldview and kicks up a fuss. Tbh he probably murders a pedophile to lure AM out to fight or smthn. They argue while fighting about it. Then they beat one another up enough that AM feels bad about it and offers a break to get some medical attention. They are still arguing. They end up in a coffee shop. They order coffee. They are still arguing.

Izuku goes on patrol with AM a few months later and Stain shows up like “hey babe. Killed that crime lord who was trafficking kids that I know you wouldn’t’ve killed. Didn’t attack any heroes in the past six months other than Endeavor cause you said he was ok. You should be proud of me. You should introduce me to your kid.” And then whoop what do you know, now they’re arguing in front of their kid. Stain sees how poorly AM is at teaching his protege and kicks up a fuss about THAT so now Izuku is doing the weird martial equivalent of spending every other weekend and Christmas with his mentor’s freaky murder boyfriend. He learns how to Stab. He tries really hard to pretend he doesn’t love it but we all know Izuku is a bigger freak than anyone else in that classroom he’s having a BALL. Shiggy doesn't even have a Chance.

Eventually Inko gets her hands on Stain and from that point on it’s over, he’s being de-feraled if she has to pull each individual piece of dirt from his skin by hand. He and AM argue indoors over home cooked meals now. Izuku is completely confused. Bakugou sees it happen one (1) time and recognizes The Way His Parents FlirtTM and books it out of there with Izuku as fast as his legs can carry him, he has No Interest in whatever the heck they’re getting up to.

It’s also important to me that you know that Inko adopts Aizawa and Nighteye in this timeline, without either of their consent. All Might is too busy feeling Noble Guilt about finding a murderer attractive to notice that Nighteye has put on twenty pounds and lost the Gucci eyebags. Stain is too busy coming to terms with the fact that murder might be wrong actually to notice that he’s showered every day for the last six weeks and he smells like Pine-Sol. Meanwhile the near-ungodly levels of power that regularly meet under one Inko Midoriya’s roof are enough to rip through AFO, reveal every piece of corruption in the Hero Commission, and adopt most of the LoV all in time for Christmas.

….. why is everyone so quiet you know I’m right-

does anybody want to know my horrible awful cursed Otp. It’s so disgustingly out there despite being two characters from the same media who have interacted that there aren’t any non-porn/non-crack related fics for it on Ao3 and if you count those, it’s under 50. I have so many thoughts about them. I think they would make one another worse /pos.

#molten rambles #Mha #bnha #all might #stain mha #stainmight #oh good there’s a ship tag great #Glad I’m not alone in my misery #Molten’s Cursed Thoughts

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starr-finn · 2 years ago

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Hi uhm... Can we get (platonic) headcanons for Rust and young (like.. 20 or something) heister Reader who thinks of him like a father figure?

Like it's just an unspoken thing, they've never gone like 'you are my dad now' but everyone sort of is aware??

Absolutely! Rust being a dad seems like it’d be great, definitely a fun dad xD

Authors note: protective rust, dad rust, reader is 23, (H/N) = heister name, I tried to keep this gender natural but if it mentions gender lemme know! First time using my tag list! Hope those I tag as well as you all read this!

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♢ when you first joined the payday gang, rust was so confused like, "why are you so damn young"

♢ it took a few months for rust, but he actually grows super protective

♢ like damn, dude will not allow anyone close to you, not even other heisters

♢ damn during heists, your told to stay by the drill, HE'LL handle the cops, not you

♢ if you are hurt at any point, rust will quite literally beat the cop to death with a bike chain

♢ then He'll patch you up, while lightly scolding you for being reckless

♢ he has a picture of you in a frame that says 'best kid ever' in his hand writing (bro why is that so cute-)

♢ you both go on daily motorcycle rides, mostly during sunrise, if not during sunset, cuz he likes both over the daytime or nighttime

♢ dudes never had a kid, but he sees you as his kid now!

♢ if your in collage, He'll support you fully in your endeavors, and whatever major you have

♢ if your dating anyone, he'll be super protective, like he uses the dad threats

- "you hurt my kid, I'll find you and kill you myself" or "hurt my kid and I swear to God I'll beat your ass"

♢ you both cause chaos together, like you both have cracked dozers skulls together, ya know father-kid activities

♢ if you ever get a pet, this man will help take care of them

♢ he asks for help from both other parents and other heisters, because he's never had a kid

♢ all and all he sees you as his kid, and treats you accordingly

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Hope y'all like this one! Rust being a father figure to reader is adorable

Tag list!

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rcksmith · 4 years ago

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I want to do bad things with you — Five Hargreeves

Request: “6 from fluff and 4 and 8 from smut list for five hargreeves?”

Fluff Prompts:

6. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

Smut Prompts;

4. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

8. “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope it got close to what you wanted. ❤️ This is a heavy smut, I was in a bad mood, sorry jsnsjsnsjsn.

Guys, I really understand who doesn't feel comfortable reading or writing Five's smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, bad words and bad smuut.

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Five Hargreeves were many adjectives. Genius, superhero, handsome, dangerous, sinic, arrogant, born leader, among other things. His energy was intense and mysterious, and looking him for too long was like facing the stormy sea: dangerous and risky, but extremely fascinating.

He carried many adjectives on his back, is truth, and domineering was one of them. His life was a constant line of stress, problems and exasperation, Five felt irritated most of the time, so relieving all that stress in sex was... it was fucking good.

Normally, his emotions were always on a tight leash, under iron control. Five was composed, controlled, taking everything rationally. Even in sex, when he vented all his anger, he was conscious. Until you show up.

You were a little, sweet, lyrical little thing and... fuck, you had an angel face that made Five clench his jaw as soon as he laid eyes on you. And then controlling yourself became a much more difficult task. You had a cunning, catlike look, but an face so pure that it hooked Five into the his soul.

He couldn't get involved with you, he repeated that every fucking day. Five could barely look in your direction without wanting to hold your angel face and kiss you with the fury of hell. Five wanted to fold you in front of him, slap your ass until you blush and hear you whimpering his name. He wanted to do all the dark things in his mind to break your doll energy.

Five Hargreeves was many things, but the irony of all was how they swayed when he fell in love with you. It was inevitable. Over the months, while trying to control his thoughts, he found himself admiring your intelligence and sense of humor. He started to notice how you loved sweet tea and had headaches when you had coffee, which is why he started to leave a migraine medicine in the kitchen if you needed to.

With the days, Five now hid his smile when you laughed at something stupid and admired how the world seemed sweeter when you were happy.

And that's when he kissed you. And his whole view changed. When he held your face between his hands and tasted your lips, Five felt like he was touching Egyptian crystal, and then the urge to protect you was born. He didn't want anything or anyone to hurt you, anyway. Five touched you so delicately and made sure that nothing bothered you.

So that's when you two slept together. Fuck, it was so fucking hard for him. Extraordinarily difficult because Five wanted to make you scream and fuck you so hard. It was difficult as hell because he wanted to hit your ass and thigh so hard that he could see the marks tomorrow. And... son of a bitch, even though you moaned and squirmed, you looked like a fucking angel. And the desire to desecrate something so pure became even bigger.

And that was why he avoided touching you during those hours. He kept his hands on the mattress, on the headboard, on the walls or on the pillows, avoided touching you as much as possible. Because Five knew... it was already too hard not to fuck you rough, hard and intense, if he touched you... it would be the end. He didn't even want to kiss you too much, or suck on your skin, because one thing would lead to another and... God, you fucked his mind!

It was after a few months that he realized he loved you. And your relationship will become even more serious.

"I love you so much.” You whispered on his lips one day, with the cold and rain falling outside, and you curled in him up like a pet.

Five nodded, him lips on you forehead, brushing them there as appreciated what that phrase did to him. You two had already said that a few months ago, but you loved to keep repeating it and Five appreciated how right the universe felt when you said that.

“I'm going to marry you one day.” He sighed through your hair, lowering lips to yours before receiving your ecstatic and passionate screams.

But the more love grew in you two, the more hunger, lust and sin grew within Five too. Was like a wild beast, hitting the bars of the cage, almost breaking what kept under control. And controlle herself started to be physically painful. So he tried to put out that blazing fire.

Seeing you naked has become excruciating torture. Five fidgeted uneasily whenever you changed in front of him, took off the towel after a shower. But the worst was when you two had sex. Fucking you, feeling you pulsing, squirming, totally submissive to his whims, made Five have to acquire phenomenal self-control. Although Five exhibited a cold, arrogant and confident personality, everything inside him became a boiling volcano when you appeared.

“Baby…” That was when Five heard you purring, you had just come out of the shower, a short white towel covering your body.

When Five looked at you, and saw you walking towards him, he pulse reached alarming levels. Normally, Five always managed to keep his impulses under control, even though it was an overwhelming endeavor. But not today.

Oh, he was far from being in control. Your doe eyes looked at him docilely and Five felt again the overwhelming appetite to take you so badly.

God, he needed to break you…

You didn't make it easy for Five either. Oblivious to the internal battle within him, you sat on his lap, supporting your legs on either side of his hips, with the towel rising to the top of your thighs and your bare skin sitting on his already pulsating member.

Five snarled softly, hands tightly squeezing the bed sheet, your body pulsing beneath his. He felt hot as if were in the Sahara desert.

“You are so tense.” Your voice was velvety, soft, and you brought your lips to his neck. And that was too much.

“Y/N..” Was a warning.

“Something wrong?” You pulled your face back enough to look at him.

Five shook his head, hands still clutching the sheets. You followed that gesture with your eyes, and started connecting the pieces second by second.

It was no longer today that your felt him controlling himself. Moments he didn't want to touch you at all while he fucked you, like you were a hot iron. Days when he forced a little more force into the way he kissed you and then completely backed down.

“I've been noticing a few things lately...” You commented, the left index finger playing with his uniform “I noticed that you have ... controlled yourself, as if you were holding something.”

And then you looked into his eyes, and what you saw in the green sockets was a lust so fervent that you felt yourself losing breath.

“Y/N...” the voice was still hoarse, a ring signaling his warning as well “I ... I won't be able to talk about this with you.”

“Why not?” You didn't know exactly what the problem was, how deep it went, but you knew something was going on. “I did something? Or are you more stressed? ”

“You did not do anything.” He assured you, and as he saw in your eyes that you would not let the matter pass, because you were determined as hell, Five sighed deeply. “It with me. It has nothing to do with you, I just... I like to do more... rough things. "

You were watching him closely, the direction of the conversation was pleasing to you... It wasn't today that you knew your own tastes, and something brutalized and stronger was exactly what you liked. But Five was always so controlled, so reserved, that you were still looking for an opening to bring it up.

Five must have noticed that your eyes took on a different glow, and he looked at you as if he suspected.

“Why that look?” His little corner smile made you smile too.

“ I didn't know you liked things like that.” Five raised an eyebrow at you, the little smile still on his face. “Is that why you have been controlling yourself?”

Five had to take a deep breath, hands going to your waist under the towel, in a soft, controlled touch. But his hands were stiff, you felt it.

“I do not want to hurt you.” He was succinct “I have more aggressive, brutal desires, and I don't want to take it out on you.”

Oh, you were really enjoying the conversation.

You let out a low chuckle, playing with your index finger on the lapel of his uniform.

“Like ... hit me and stuff?” Then you felt his grip tighten on your waist, his jaw tighten.

Five looked at you with a clear warning that you were walking in rough waters. That it was better for you to stop here. He could barely cope with his own thoughts about it, let alone hear you say those things with that fucking angelic voice of yours.

"What if I wanted to?” Now your eyes were bright with amusement and anticipation.

“You can't tell me these things” His grip got stronger, his eyes more fierce, the energy more irritable “Even more naked in my lap.”

Five might be covered in clothes, but he could feel your hot pussy under him, the soft skin of your thighs around his waist, your breasts a touch away... Damn, it was too much for him!

“I mean it.” You ran your fingers through his hair, resting your hands behind the back of his neck. “I like something hard too, if you are willing to try this on me, I would like us to do it. You are always so focused... I would love to see you more out of control. ”

Five kept his eyes on you, as if he were looking for some hesitation in you. But he found none. Just shared desire.

God help him.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” He wanted to warn you, he wanted you to know it was a path of no return. Five could destroy you and him wanted you to know that.

“Yes.” You agreed “I want it so much.”

Suddenly, something in the air seemed to change. Everything became rarer, more caustic and crackling. Five's intensity had reached extremely high levels and he looked at you as if you were the prey on a night hunt. Five pulled harder on your towel, freeing your naked body. He gasped, his eyes fixed on you.

“Say red when you want me to stop.”

You were going to say something, but he didn't give you a chance. His hungry lips stuck to yours. It was a controlling kiss, drowning out you surprised moan. Five stood with you on his lap and threw you on your back on the mattress. You gasped, your naked body exposed on his bed, given over to all the profane fantasies he had in mind. Seeing you there, submissive, destroyed all the control he had.

Oh he was going to destroy you.

Five remained standing, pulled your legs over the edge of the bed and opened them aggressively. You let out a heavy breath, the core pulsing. God, seeing that made him rock hard.

Five leaned over your body, pressing his lips in you before moving to your breasts, sucking on aching nipple, squeezing the other in a heavy touch. His hands left you for a second before him straightened up and removed he blazer and sweater from the academy, his nimble hands pulled the tie knot fiercely, tearing the piece of silk from his neck.

“Be quiet for me, dear.” Five put your hands together, tying your fists with the tie and tying the tie to the headboard.

You bit your lip, your body fidgeting for him, the core throbbing. Five had barely touched you and you were already pulsing for him.

“You are so needy.”

Without warning, he was leaning over you, him lips on yours, his hands roaming your body in a rough touch, his mouth pinching your lips. And everything started to get heavy after that point. Five closed his mouth on your neck, leaving a trail of purple hickeys as he brought two fingers to your mouth.

You took them in, sucking without waiting for an order. But his fingers on your mouth seemed to have an even more exciting effect for you. You legs closed, wanting to seek any friction, but Five slapped your left thigh roughly, brutally separating them with his free hand.

“Did I tell you to close your legs?!” You whimpered, and he gave you another slap “Answer!”

“N-no...” You did your best to speak with his fingers in your mouth.

“No what?!” Another slap. Now you could feel the flesh throbbing. You pulled on your fists, trying to control yourself not to close your thighs again.

“N-didn't”

Now his free hand went to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“It's ‘No, Daddy’!”

“No, Daddy!”

“Good Girl.”

Five withdrew his hand from your mouth, bringing it down and melting it into your pussy. You moaned louder, forcing the tie, shifting your hips. He didn't give you time to breathe before he buried his fingers in you, hitting your walls.

You screeched muffled by his lips on your, as his hand pushed against you frantically, slamming inside you at a brutal pace.

“F-fi...”

Another slap. Stronger, more aggressive.

“What did fucking you say?!”

“Daddy! I mean Daddy! I’m so sorry.”

He accelerated his hand even more, and you started frantically pulling on the tie, trying to get rid of or gain more of that ardor. You were starting to feel close to orgasms when Five pulled away, slapping your bare breast as he rose again. You whimpered in protest, your hips still making some movements in search of some ghost friction.

“Look at you, so desperate and I haven't even fucked you yet.” Five began to unbutton his white shirt, stripping off his clothes and leaving the belt beside you.

You excitement went to extremely high levels when you saw his cock jump out. Pulsating, molasses with pre-cum and dashed with thick veins. Your core throbbed, dripping your liquid while you whimpered.

Five smirked when he noticed where your attention was, and he leaned you, but now bringing the belt with him and placing it around your neck.

God, he was going to fuck you so hard.

Five gave a tug, testing the accuracy, and when you groaned needy, Five appeased his own excitement by sinking his bruised lips into yours.

He stood up again, pulling your legs closer to the edge as he brushed your pussy with the throbbing head of the stick, watching you squirm. It was torture for him too, but the sight of you struggling for contact was a fucking reward.

“Please d-Daddy!” You whimpered, rummaging in despair, wanting more of anything he give you.

“Please, what? ‘Please, daddy, fuck me hard’ or ‘please, daddy, use me’ ?”

You were begging, with tears in the corners of your eyes as he played with you, by sinking the head of the stick inside you. It was driving you crazy. Five held the base of him penis while he sank just another inch into you, then pulled and rubbed your clitoris.

“Fuck me h-hard, Daddy!”

Suddenly, Five entered you brutally to the bottom, leaving you speechless in a loud and silent groan. He pulled you by the belt, not giving you time to get used to the size, he established strong and aggressive blows.

“Do you want hard?! I will give you hard!”

Then Five untied the tie from the headboard, turned you brutally on you stomach and pulled your hips up. He pulled his hand back and unloaded it on your ass, and you screamed, staggering forward. Five pulled you by the hips, dissatisfied with your distance.

“Be good girl for me, dear." It was an order.

You obeyed, crying out loudly when Five pushed the stick inside you aggressively, pulling on your neck with the belt. He held you by the belt and the waist while he fucked you. Hard, fast, without any abandonment.

His hand hit the flesh of your ass from second to second, and you can't help but moan for it. He gave no respite, the sound of his bodies colliding flooded the room, perhaps the entire mansion.

Five has never felt so hardcore in life, so hungry, so lust. He wanted to break you, hurt you, squeeze your flesh so hard that you would be left with marks for months. He groaned, trying to concentrate on mistreating the walls of your pussy, pounding with brutality, harder and cruel.

“D-d-daddy!”

Tears streamed into your eyes as you dug your nails into the pillow hard, unable to contain the moans and the tremor in your thighs. Your belly vibrated, hummed with hyperstimulation, that was paradise and sin at the same time and you felt that you could fall apart at any moment.

Five pulled the belt tight, bringing you up and sticking your back to his chest. He put his free arm around your waist, bringing the thrusts in slow, hard rhythms, making you feel every inch of him.

You hands went to him arm around your waist, the new position reaching the most sensitive places, making your pussy throb. You bit your lip to try to control your moans, because you were afraid they would be too loud.

“Without trapping those sounds for me!” This time the slap came down on your left breast, followed by a deeper thrust, and you begged for excuses while looking for air “Let everyone hear who's making you feel so good! Who does this slutt belong.”

That pushed you further into the abyss. Five sucked on the skin on your neck, pouring out a strong hickey while you could only scream and whimper for him, unable to do anything else. . He entered you deeply, taking whatever inch you had and forcing you to take it deeper.

Five did not allow you to move an inch away, your hips clinging to his, held by his arm, him fucking you hard without you can moving your hips. He could feel you blinking on his dick, making your honey drip down your thighs. His hunger had given no respite, and when he looked at you, and he saw your angel face in an expression of pleasure, pain and dirty with tears, it further fueled Five's hunger.

"That, little slutt!"

You were close, pulsing on his dick, sweat running down your body, your broken moans. Five loved how you were a mess for him, your whole body scarred because of him. He never fell your owner as much as he does now. You begged for something you didn't know what it was, but Five did. And he would give it to you. But he felt your pussy squeeze him, swallowing him in a broken way.

“You can't come until I let you!”

“Da-daddy!” You moaned louder “Please! Please! I need... I need it! ”

“I don’t care how good it feels, you’d better not cum until I tell you to!”

Five came out of you, turning you brutally on the bed once again, removing the belt from your neck. He climbed on top of you, now sticking your body to his, placing his mouth on yours in a gasping kiss. The skin-to-skin sensation was maddening, you were both hot, sweating, and Five squeezed your thigh tightly before slapping it down again. Your wrists were still tied, and you could only press them against his broad chest.

Your thighs were shaking and Five was delighted by this, he traced hickeys all over your breasts, and sank into you again when he sucked on your left sore beak.

Five held you while he fucked you in that position. Strong, cruel and hard. His hands were glued to your flesh, marking your skin with purple from his digits, holding his own moans. And you watched him with your mouth open by the screams and the sight. He was beautiful like that. Wild, his skin all sweaty, his teeth closed on his lip to keep from groaning, his black hair stuck to his forehead.

It was too much torture, too much stimulation, and you were already letting the tears flow while you were begging for something.

“Come to me, my good girl.”

Five didn't have to say it twice. You came intensely, your pussy sucking all of his cock and receiving the hot, thick liquid of his as a reward. You threw your head back in abandonment, feeling him it sink into you deeper, making sure you got all his sperm.

“Such a good girl for me.” Five whispered as he gave you a reward kiss you.

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