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gatefleet · 2 years ago

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Okay, I'll admit, I wasn't sure how I'd feel about a Harry x reader fic, but I LOVED THIS

Flowers and Confessions

Plot: Y/n keeps receiving various flowers at headquarters from an unknown person. Each flower seems to hold some sort of confession.

Pairing: Harry Wilson x Gn!Reader

Prompts: 'Secret Admirer' + Receiving flowers with secret meanings + 'Receiving flowers but you don't know who they are from.' and 'Hand-written love letter (confession).' <notes instead of letter

Requested By: @youngcroissantturkeyworribler

Warnings: None~

Words: 1.5k

Hearing Sophie enter the room, you looked over, your interest piquing as you saw a large bouquet of flowers in her hands.

Hearing Parker let out a soft "ooh" you realized everyone's attention was now on her.

"Nice flowers who are they from?" You asked with a smile and curious tone.

She smiled "I have no idea, they're for you."

You sat up straight as she came and set the flowers in front of you. Your heart seemed to beat faster as you grew ever more curious.

The bouquet was comprised of red dahlias with green foliage littered throughout.

"Ooh, Y/n got flowers?" Breanna said with a mused and playful tone.

You looked around to see everyone's eyes, on you and you suddenly felt a bit nervous. Your eyes lingered on Harry for a moment, and a thought briefly fluttered through your mind before disappearing.

The smell of the flowers drifted to your nose and you smiled softly. Maybe a thank you for the last job? You became pretty friendly with the client.

Seeing a small card sticking out of the flowers, you pulled it out and opened it up. The note was short, and typed out.

'Red Dahlias: Love at First Sight.'

Your heart seemed to skip a beat as it felt heavy in your chest. What is this, a love confession? The last client didn't fall in love with you did they? Your neck and ears seemed to burn hot as you stared at the note. No name was left.

"So what does it say?" Sophie asked.

You looked over at he "Nothing, just-"

"A love confession!"

You jumped as Parker's voice sounded from right behind you, where she had read the note over your shoulder.

"Parker!"

She skipped around you and plopped down on a stool "Who do you think it's from?"

You shrugged lightly, speechless at the sudden turn of events.

"There's no name?" Sophie asked as she came over and plucked the note from your hand "Wow, how bold, and romantic." She mused.

"Well it is almost Valentines Day." Harry spoke up from the other side of the bar.

You met this eyes and he had his brow raised as he made the suggestion.

"I don't know." You said slowly "Maybe it's from the last client?"

"You two did seem to get along really well." Breanna noted "You gonna reach out and ask?"

You shook your head "No, I don't think so." Placing the note back in the flowers, you smelled them, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Whether or not it was from the client, or someone else, the thought was kind. Though the message would linger on your mind all day.

Harry watched as you took the flowers to the kitchen, saying you were going to put them in some water. He forced his smile to stay hidden as his own heart pounded in his chest. At least you seemed to like them.

He hoped you would like the others as well.

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The next day as you sat at the bar once again, talking with Sophie about the most current con, you jumped slightly when Breanna burst into the rom.

"Guess who got more flowers?" She said in a sing-song voice.

Looking over you saw a bundle of yellow flowers wrapped in brown paper. Your heart jolted in your chest as she brought them over to you.

"More?" You said with a soft breath as you looked down at the fully bloomed branches of yellow jasmines.

Gently touching the flowers, you saw another note dangling from one of the branches. Grabbing the note, your heart was pounding heavily in your chest. Would the note say who they were from this time?

"Look's like someones got a secret admirer." Breanna said with a suggestive raise of her eyebrows.

"Or a stalker." Eliot added as he crossed his arms.

Harry sat up a bit straighter at this "No" he laughed awkwardly "Surely they're just...thank you's or- or something."

Sophie, Eliot and Breanna looked over at Harry with a curious stare. He raised his brows in an attempt to appear innocent before glancing over at you.

He could immediately tell you were too preoccupied with the note to have heard anything they said.

'Yellow Jasmine: Affection, Joy, Friendship.'

Still no name, and the meaning was not as abrupt, but the message still made your heart radiate warmth. Though there was a sense of concern lingering beneath it. It all depending on who they were from in the end.

Sophie moved her gaze from the suspiciously acting Harry, to you. "Any name this time?"

You tore your eyes away from the note and looked up at her, shaking your head.

She hummed before looking over at Harry who looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Smiling softly she turned around "Well, as curious as this all is, that's enough of that for now, we've got a con to do."

Harry let out a relieved breath as everyone's attention turned away from him. His eyes fell on you as you gently an your fingers over the flowers.

He smiled softly as he watched you for a moment. Tomorrow, he would tell you. Tomorrow he would know for sure if his feelings are returned.

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Making your way into the building with an arm full of groceries, you immedietely noticed the lack of voices or noise coming from within the building. You looked around you, seeing no one. Frowning, you wondered where they all went.

As you looked through one of the bags, you took out the boxes of chocolates you got everyone lingering on the one you got for Harry. You wish you had the courage to tell him how you felt, but you didnt.

Looking over at the table your eyes landed on the jasmine flowers you put into a vase. You wish you had the confidence to do something like that.

Your mysterious secret admirer had yet to make a real move and part of you was relieved. You hated turning people down.

Looking back at the box of chocolates, you let out a soft sigh. If they were from Harry though...

As you heard the door open and close your eyes rose, to see Harry standing in the doorway. Partially hidden by the staircase.

"Hey Harry." You smiled.

"Hey." He greeted in response.

"Where'd everyone go?" You asked as you took some more groceries out of the bags.

"Uhm, out, I guess. They'll be gone for a while."

You frowned slightly, knowing that to be odd, as everyone should have been here by now. As you turned back to Harry, you saw a bouquet of red tulips in his hands. You paused in your step as your heart seemed to do a flip in your chest.

Harry looked down to the flowers and then back to you "Oh, yeah. These are for you."

"More flowers?" You asked softly with a mild tone of bewilderment.

Taking the flowers from him, you were aware his eyes were locked on you. Seeing yet another note, you gabbed it and opened it. Expecting to see another typed out note from an anonymous person.

But instead, the note was written in pen, in familiar hand writing.

'Red Tulips: Declaration of feelings; love.'

Your eyes slowly rose to meet Harry's and he was clearly nervous, as his brow raised slightly.

"This is your handwriting Harry." You said softly, your tone conveying your surprise and confusion.

He nodded slightly, as a ghost of a smile played on his face "Yes it is."

"The other flowers were...from you?"

He nodded again as he placed his hands behind his back "They were."

Your face was frozen in surprise for a moment and you saw Harry's trepidation. But slowly a smile stretched across your face.

You shrugged your shoulder lightly. "All I got you was some chocolates."

"I like chocolates." He said with a soft chuckle.

Your smile grew as you looked at the tulips. "They're beautiful Harry. They all are. But...why this way?"

He smiled and shrugged his head, knowing you were asking why he would confess how he felt like this.

"I was feeling...brave, and slightly romantic given the fact that Valentines Day is right around the corner, so, you know, I went with it."

"Well it's definitely the most creative confession I've received."

"You get a lot?" He asked playfully and you chuckled. He cleared his throat before he spoke again "So, you've received the confession, and now, you return the sentiment, I hope?" He asked softly.

Turning away, you grabbed the box of chocolates from the table before scribbling on it with a nearby pen.

Walking back over to Harry, you handed it to him.

Harry read it with a soft chuckle.

'Chocolates: For returned feelings'

Looking back up to meet your eyes you smiled at each other softly for a moment before he motioned his head towards the exit.

"Wanna go get some dinner?"

You smiled and nodded your head "I'd love to"

xx End xx

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security-chief-odo · 10 months ago

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The Fake Dating Job - Chapter 4

Elliot Spencer x Reader

Previous chapters: 1 2 3

Note: Thanks for your patience. My life has been crazy as of late. In exchange for bearing with me, I offer you, probably my favorite chapter so far of any of my fics.

Word count: ~3.7k

Description: You and Eliot pine for each other throughout the reception. Will your ex get in the way of your happiness?

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After the ceremony, you and the rest of the bridal party are asked to hang back for photos. As the rest of the guests file into the reception hall for the cocktail hour, Eliot makes a brief detour to give you a peck on the cheek. “See you inside sweetheart.” he says softly before rejoining the rest of the guests.

Your mind occasionally wandered to Eliot throughout the photo process, whereas his mind never left you from the moment that he left the bridal suite this morning. You looked gorgeous in the dress your sister had picked out for you. Maybe he could blame the dress for why he spent more time focused on you than on the actual wedding.

Though that is the beauty of this whole plan, there would be nobody to explain it to as he was supposed to want to stare at you. There would be no moment where Hardison calls him out for staring at you for a little too long. There would be no explaining, rather lying, to Parker about how protective he gets over you on a mission. There would be no knowing look across the room from Nate or well meaning advice from Sophie. There would be nothing but his own thoughts and delusions that you would ever want him to be more than just your fake boyfriend.

When the bridal party finally makes their entrance into the reception hall, his eyes are searching for you. Despite how happy you are for your sister, a feeling of relief nearly consumes you once you find yourself by Eliot’s side once again. Though, as you make your way to the table, your relief falters slightly at the realization of who you’ll be seated near. Your ex is seated at the same table as you, only two seats away.

Eliot’s warm embrace calms you though. This is what he was here for ultimately, to be a barrier between you and your ex. To make the night go better for you. And in a small way, he was already doing just that.

After the couple shares their first dance, dinner is served. You desperately try to avoid giving your ex any attention, and Eliot makes that easy. He eats slowly, taking time between bites to shower you with little bits of affection. His hand rests on your thigh through much of the meal and you hope that the flush that crosses your cheeks isn’t too obvious in the dim lighting. You could get used to these casual touches, if only they weren’t for show.

“How’d you like the food?” you ask, hoping that a bit of small talk can keep your wishful thoughts at bay.

“It was alright.”

That response alone was very telling so you quietly finish the sentence he was too polite to complete. “But you could’ve done better?” You raise your eyebrow at him as he half nods.

“I’m just sayin’ I know what these wedding caterers charge and they should take a bit more pride in their work.”

You can’t help, but chuckle at this as the DJ announces the father daughter dance. You turn your chair towards the dance floor to watch your father and sister share this moment and Elliot does the same beside you. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him. You can’t help but lean into the touch. You probably don’t need to do as much as you are to sell the act, but damn it, if this is your only opportunity to be this close with Eliot, maybe relishing in it a little isn’t a bad thing.

After the dance, cake is served and this time Eliot has no complaints. The cake is as close to perfect as any cake could be. As you finish, you remind yourself to ask your sister where she got the cake from so you could maybe stop by the bakery on your own before you leave town.

As the dance floor opens up, you take this opportunity to go talk to your parents. You haven’t had enough time with them this weekend and you really have missed them. Ever the gentleman, Eliot insists on tagging along to properly meet them. He is far too good at this fake boyfriend thing.

You greet your parents with a warm hug. “I’ve missed you guys!” you say trying to be heard over the music. “It’s been too long.”

“And whose fault is that?” your dad asks.

Your mom nudges him and gives a disapproving glare at his bluntness. “You should visit more. Maybe then it wouldn’t have taken so long for you to introduce us to this handsome fella.”

“I’ve been telling her the same thing.” Eliot steps in with the charm offensive in full force. “I’m Eliot.” He shakes each of your parent’s hands. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“All bad things I suppose?” your mom asks teasingly.

“Hardly. She’s told me so many fun stories about your family. Though maybe a few of those stories could be classified as embarrassing.”

It’s nice to see your parents get along with Eliot, though it shouldn’t matter to you. You will have a fake breakup in a few weeks and this will be nothing but a memory for both of you. A damn good one too.

You’re broken out of that train of thought when you hear your mom reply, “Oh, is that so?”

“She’s got plenty of embarrassing stories of her own.” your dad adds in. Eliot lets out a hearty laugh at the prospect.

“Oh? Any worth telling?” You bury your face in your hands in fear of the mortifying words that may come next from either of your parents.

“How about you buy me a drink and I’ll tell you anything you wanna know about our dear Y/N?” Your mom suggests.

“Gladly” Eliot guides your mom to the bar and out of your earshot as you sit with your father.

You sit in silence at first, just enjoying the shared time. Minutes pass before your father speaks again, without even looking directly at you, “He’s good for you, you know.”

You figure the best way to avoid being caught in a lie is to just stay as close to the truth as possible, so you tell your dad your real thoughts on Eliot. “I know, he’s a really nice guy. He’s funny and caring. I really love him.”

“That’s not what I mean.” He turns to fully face you. “I just haven’t seen you this happy in some time.”

“Oh.” you say, stunned. This statement catches you off guard but luckily your father continues, so you don’t have to fill the silence.

“You seemed so sad before, especially with James. You used to force those tight lipped smiles that you thought we didn’t notice. This new guy has brought back your infectious smile. The one you don’t even seem to notice, you just do it.” He pauses slightly, “I missed that smile.”

This conversation comes to an end as your mom and Eliot return laughing loudly. Once he approaches the table, he stops in front of you. “Care for a dance?” He offers you his hand.

You gladly accept and follow him out onto this dance floor.You dance through several upbeat songs, joking and laughing at each other’s goofy dance moves throughout. For a moment, you forget how painful going back to normal life may be because having this much fun with Eliot reminds you how important your friendship is. The heartbreak could never break this bond. The bitterness of pining could never overpower the sweetness of these moments you share.

He spins you around and holds you close to him, your back to his chest. As you sway together to the music Eliot whispers in your ear, “You know, your mom told me some interesting things about you.”

“Oh god. What did she say?” You brace yourself for whatever ungodly stories from your youth your mom may have dug up for this occasion.

“Nothing too bad. I actually thought it was cute.” You turn in his arms to face him and raise your eyebrow as if to ask him to elaborate. “First she told me about the time you cut your own hair.”

You let out a chuckle, mostly in relief at how benign of a story that was. “I can still remember the terrible bangs I had in my school pictures that year. It felt like it took forever for those to grow out.”

“So is that why you convinced your sister to do the same just two years later?” He looks at you accusatorily and you know that your mom had to have given him more ammunition if he’s already digging in on the teasing.

You raise your hands defensively, “I just handed her the scissors and told her I thought she’d look cute with bangs. What she did after that is not my business.”

You wrap your arms around Eliot as you continue to dance as you bicker. “Oh I’m sure it was all her own idea.” His smile only widens as he continues, “She also showed me this picture of you as a kid where you were laying face first into your plate of mashed potatoes. It was cute. You’re still pretty cute when you get all sleepy like that.”

This catches you off guard because it’s just one more moment that’s a step past friendly without any reason for it. Nobody could really overhear your conversation over the music. He said that just for your benefit, or maybe just to sell the act. Maybe in a different life Eliot could have been an actor, he certainly played the part of lovestruck boyfriend pretty convincingly.

Trying not to focus much more on his words, lest their implications consume you, you add, “Did she tell you how I used to fall asleep at my bedtime so religiously I would sleep sitting up at family gatherings or in the cart at the grocery store?” He shook his head in response. “Yeah I wish I was still that committed to my sleep schedule.”

“Well ain’t that the truth sweetheart.” There’s a softness about him that is so rare and nearly indescribable. It’s a nearly magnetic force and you find it impossible to look away from him. It feels like if you even glance away for a second, the levity will be gone and the weight of the world will once again return to rest on his shoulders.

Soon you have to shift your focus as the DJ announces the bouquet toss. The men clear off the dance floor as all of the unmarried women gather. Sure, it doesn’t really mean anything if you catch the bouquet, but you find yourself reaching for it nonetheless. Maybe it was fate or maybe just luck or maybe it was set up by your sister considering her earlier remarks, but regardless the bouquet is in your hand and you’re staring down at it in shock.

Your sister hugs you and you know it’s going to break her heart when you and Eliot “split up.” Though by now, you’re too deep into it and so you have to act excited about this turn of events. A small part of you is excited though, the part that has clung onto every romantic moment this weekend as if it’s more than a fantasy. Perhaps that part isn’t so small.

On the side of the dancefloor the excitement over your purely hypothetical future builds in Eliot too. Fuck it. He won’t have many more chances to do this. He makes his way across the floor to you and happily pulls you to him, first in a tight hug, then into a lingering kiss. One that he has to hope you can’t just feel the sincerity of his desire dripping from.

You could get used to being kissed like this. Though, as your family is currently about half of the room, you pull away from Eliot, you can’t convince yourself to go very far away. Your foreheads rest against each other and the tension is palpable. Damn. He really is committed to convincing your family. He would have you convinced if you hadn’t been the one to set up this whole ruse.

Around you the dance floor fills again as the DJ turns on a slow song. You and Eliot hold each other close as you dance. Eliot softly sings along in your ear. His soothing voice slowly erases every worry you’ve had about this night. You feel safe and at home in his arms, and even if it won’t last, you can’t help sinking further against him. Truly if your heart must be broken, there’s nobody you would trust more to break it kindly.

You and Eliot are lost to the world around you as you both relish in what little time you have left to hold each other. That momentary bliss comes to an abrupt halt as the song fades out and you notice a presence looming just behind you. Just then you hear James’ voice behind you as his hand touches your back, sending a chill down your spine at your own unease. Speaking to Eliot he asks, “May I have her for this next one?”

Something seems off to him, but you reassure Eliot that it’s fine with a polite nod. There’s a sinking feeling in his chest, of course this was never real so he should have been prepared for rejection, but it still stings seeing you in someone else’s arms. Maybe that’s why you invited him, not to avoid your asshole ex, but to make James jealous.

Eliot goes to the bar to drown in something other than his own self pity and insecurities, and is met with your mother inviting him to sit next to her. Despite his own feelings, he won’t ruin things with your family so he orders a drink and sits at the open stool she has offered him.

“You’re good for her, you know?”

“I try to be.”

“I mean it. She’s happier with you than she has been in a long time. She still thinks she doesn’t deserve you though.” your mom looks at him with a sad sort of smile.

“What?” he asks incredulously.

“She’s always been a worrier. You can see it in the way she holds you,” she pauses in thought before correcting herself, “in the way you hold each other. You’re both so scared the other will leave. You don’t think you deserve her either, do you?”

It’s a relief in a way to be able to be truly honest for once this weekend. “No ma’am. I can’t say I do. I’m happy to have her until she realizes that though, and that’s enough for now.” He waves to the bartender and orders a second drink.

“You’re both idiots, I swear.” Your mother lets out a long sigh. “Do you treat my daughter with kindness?”

Suddenly, under your mom’s gaze Eliot feels like he’s sitting in the principal’s office facing detention. He feels small. “Of course.”

“And you love her?”

“Yes.”

“So are you saying Y/N doesn’t deserve your kindness and love?”

“No ma’am.”

“Then pull your head out of your ass and stop acting like she’s going to leave you. That girl loves you, anyone could see that, so why are you sitting here with me at the bar, drowning your sorrows?”

He hangs his head in defeat, he couldn’t argue the point of your affections, not without ruining your plan, so he settles on the easier argument. “She already has a dance partner.” He gestures to the dance floor.

Your mom finally glances over to you and rolls her eyes. “God I’ve always hated that son of a bitch.”

Eliot can’t help the deep belly laugh that escapes him. Your mom cursing in anger is funny when it’s not directed at him. It’s then when you turn to where he can see your face, your features lined with sadness. His protective instincts finally kick in and he heads your way. He tries to hang back to get the full scope of the situation.

As Eliot was at the bar, your ex had been saying truly awful things. As Eliot reapproached, he continued. “He’s gonna leave you, you know?”

Eliot couldn’t make out any of what was being said, but he knew from the tension in your body that you weren’t happy. He’s kicking himself now for letting his own insecurities put you in the exact kind of situation he was here to help you avoid.

Not wanting to cause a scene, you plaster a fake smile on your face and through gritted teeth say “I fail to see how that’s any of your fucking business James.”

“I’m just looking out for you, babe.”

“Don’t call me that” you cut him off.

He continues, not acknowledging what you said. “I may have moved on, but I still care about you. You don’t deserve to be hurt when he finds a prettier girl and runs away with her.”

“Fuck off, James.” Eliot isn’t going to stay with you, but that doesn’t mean you need to tolerate James’ bullshit. You pull yourself out of his hold but he follows behind you.

Eliot quickly approaches as he sees this and is in earshot finally for the last insult James throws out. “You know, I don’t know why you bothered catching that bouquet. Nobody is ever going to love you, much less marry you.”

In an instant, James is grabbed from behind, turned, and pinned against the nearby wall. You barely hear the commotion behind you as you exit the reception hall and finally let a tear run down your face.

Inside all eyes are on Eliot and your family has gathered as he begins yelling at James, “What’s your fucking problem, man?”

All too cocky, James smirks, “Here to ask if you can have my current girlfriend when we break up? You clearly love my leftovers.”

That earns him a broken nose. Eliot’s fist makes sharp contact with his face and the blood from his nose quickly stains his white shirt. “You need to shut the fuck up and leave Y/N the fuck alone, or you’ll find out just how quickly I can break another bone.”

Ever the idiot James opens his mouth to reply, but, before he can, your sister yells at him, “Better yet, get the fuck out of my wedding.”

With the bride’s blessing, Eliot and your father drag James out to his car and, seeing he’s been beat, or perhaps fearing being beaten again, he leaves without another word.

He sees you sitting on a bench outside the reception hall and breaks into a jog, wanting to comfort you. He holds you to his chest as you gently sob. As much as you didn’t like that James was saying it, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was right, but you let that insecurity burrow further inside your heart as you realize something far worse. You probably just ruined your sister’s wedding.

You sit up abruptly and wipe the tears from your face, “I need to go apologize to my sister.” You run inside, leaving Eliot to slowly follow, though he washes your ex’s blood off of his hand before re-entering the reception hall.

Your eyes scan the room and finally land on your sister. The anxiety makes the words practically spill out of your mouth, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cause a scene at your wedding. I know I can’t make it better, but I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

Both of you are crying now. “You didn’t ruin anything. I shouldn’t have let him come, even if he was dating one of the other bridesmaids. If anything you fixed the wedding by getting rid of that piece of shit.”

“Well I’m pretty sure the getting rid of him part was more Eliot than it was me.” you chuckle. He walks up behind you, as if summoned by the mention of his name.

He looks toward your sister and her now husband as he wraps his hand around yours. “I am so sorry for,” he pauses and gestures vaguely towards the spot he had pinned James, “well, all of that really.”

Your sister laughs, “No need. We’ll just call it dinner and a show, and it was quite the show.” she leans in towards you both and in a far more serious tone adds “I heard from some of the others what he was saying before. You did the right thing, you could’ve gone a bit further to teach him a lesson if you ask me.”

He looks to you, now remembering that your ex had plenty of time in his absence to say far worse than what Eliot heard. “Wish I would’ve.” he lets out a nervous laugh, still unsure where he stands with everyone else. “I’m just glad he’s gone though and can’t cause any more trouble.”

Your sister replies, “Agreed. Though maybe try not to hit anyone at the next wedding?”

“I think I can manage that.” He smiles, glad to see that everyone is still in good spirits.

The groom, also seeming to relax, throws in, “You’d better because if those flowers are anything to go by, it’ll be your own.”

Eliot wraps his arms around you, and with more sincerity than you were prepared for says, “Hopefully.”

Trying so hard not to get lost in your imaginary future with Eliot, you change the topic. “Your wedding was really beautiful by the way. Congratulations.” You hug your sister. As you pull away, you lean back against Eliot and say. “I think it’s time for us to go back to the hotel though. I think we’ve created enough of a story tonight.”

“Of course,” she agrees. “Have a good night. Thank you both for coming.” Then as you walk away, your sister calls after you, loud enough for about half the room to hear, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, lovebirds.”

This leads to a few hoots and hollers from the other guests, just trying to tease and embarrass you further. You flip your sister off as Eliot guides you out of the room.

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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year ago

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ALEC HARDISON (leverage)

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“Break” (Alec Hardison x Fem!Reader)

| You visit Alec to let off some stress and to get out of your own head.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, cockwarming, oral (male receiving), spacing out, sub space?

| Since Leverage: Redemption season two just came out and I watched Black Adam yesterday I’m gonna finally post this. Or not! It’s been, like, almost a full year since I wrote this.

| 1k+ words

Beg. NOTES: Listen, I don’t know how much of an audience reader insert fics with Hardison have (very little from what I’ve seen), and I don’t want to intrude by posting this, but hey! Without risks you’re not truly living, right? ALSO, I love Alec and Parker together and I love the OT3, okay? Don’t come for me.

You close your laptop only a little harshly, finally done with your work for the day. Now you could read or do something else to decompress and rest your eyes from the strain of your computer screen, but something is pushing you towards your boyfriend in specific.

You know he’s doing a virtual campaign right now so you haven’t seen him in a few hours, but he’s never rejected your presence as long as you weren’t disruptive, so? You shrug and walk off towards his room. No harm in testing it out. You feel the tiniest bit depraved of your Alec and you wanted to give your mind a break anyways.

He turns to you languidly, no startling and no obvious irritation on his face. You nod to yourself and softly click the door closed.

“Hey,” his voice is soft and he gives his usual bright utterly smitten smile that makes you want to die (in a good way). “Class go well?”

You smile just as sappily back at him and revel in the way it makes him soften even more.

“It was alright,” you incline your head as he chuckles. “I could use some of your company though. You know, if it’s not too much to ask?”

His eyes widen briefly before he starts hurriedly moving things around.

“Yea- yeah, girl. Come right ahead, you know I always got time for you,” he takes a second to unmute to declare he’s present since he was apparently on hold because of complications on somebody’s end. He beckons you over right afterwards. “You have something to do?”

You shrug, dropping down on all fours.

“I have four hours to waste, which means I have four hours to relax. If you wanna fuck around some?”

“Oh,” he breathes. He knows exactly how you like to fuck around when you’re stressed.

Alec looks at you wide eyed for the entire time it takes you to cross the room to his desk. Snapping out of it only when you’re kneeling in front of him and running your hands up his thighs.

He makes a choked noise, hand snapping up to cover his mike and pull it away from his mouth even with it being off.

“Jesus, baby, are you sure?”

His voice is rushed but he’s looking at you with obvious interest. You smile up at him before leaning in and ghosting the tip of your nose over where you know his cock is hiding in his basketball shorts.

You make eye contact, “Please?”

Alec’s leg jumps.

That, the soft needy question you pose, is all he needs because in a second he’s reaching his hand back for one of his pillows and dropping it down for you to kneel on. You do so with a small chuckle and a “thank you.”

He’s trembling and giving you the most eager looks in between participating, voice mainly only keeping steady because you’re not trying to distract him. You just want him in your mouth, no mischief needed. Though he is fidgety partially because he knows if the inclination struck you you could easily embarrass the hell out of him.

You laugh and move to pull his pants down his thighs with his assistance. Once he’s free to your satisfaction you brush the lightest kiss to his happy trail. He sighs, meeting your gaze intermittently as he plays through his turn. In response you trail featherlight kisses down to his dick, which is steadily hardening for your consideration, kiss at his base and then travel down to lick over his balls.

His voice stutters harshly over his next sentence and you smile before pulling away. He gives you this panicked desperate look, making as if he’s about to start complaining you, but you wave him off.

“Easy baby,” you mouth right before making him gasp by kissing his tip and then wrapping your lips around his head.

You keep your pace easygoing as Alec stutters and stops over his words; as he trembles against you, dick twitching while you slowly engulf him.

You wring your first moan out of him when you’ve gotten him all the way down your throat, mind steadily blanking on anything other than the weight of him on your tongue and the slight twinge in your jaw, when the back of your throat swallows over his head.

His head drops down and his hand clumsily snaps out to mute his microphone.

“S-shit girl, oh my god. It’s like you’re trying to kill me -goddamn.” he groans at the hum you give him.

You barely fucking hear him, have no clue when he moaned that he nearly did it for everyone to hear. You're just losing yourself in the sensations. The way he pulses in your mouth, the occasional twitch as he struggles not to fuck into your throat, how your jaw feels, the stretch of your lips, and then the drool running clear like polished glass down your chin and dripping onto Alec’s balls.

You sigh and go limp against him when his hand moves to your head. He burrows his fingers into your thick curls to get a firm grip but doesn’t do anything else. You swallow around his cock again in thanks, only in tune with the way it makes him shift against you. In the strangled noise he makes. The fact he’s on call isn’t even a factor any more; just his pleasure and how he feels in your mouth.

Your eyes flutter shut happily as he scratches blunt nails against your scalp.

“God baby,” he gasps and you whine just the tiniest bit, pussy twinging between your legs. Your hands don’t move from their position in your lap though.

Alec’s got you. The thought echoes in your mind nicely as you hand over control. You don’t have to worry about anything else but him.

- - -

Alec curses above your head, completely unregistered by you, and then rushes to get himself excused. You’re making him feel so fucking good and for that you deserve all his attention -and boy does he want to give it. Plus, you dropped so fast that he’s a bit worried about you; it typically took way more coaxing from him to get you out of your head.

He’s extra careful with his movements as he logs off and shuts down his setup. His eyes draw fully to you once he’s done and don’t leave. You were too pretty like this, face relaxed like it only ever was in sleep with your lips stretched to accommodate his girth.

He brushes his free hand over your face when he shifts too much for your liking and you let out an utterly disparaging whine.

“Shh, baby, it’s alright. You’re doing so good for me, you know that? I got you I promise,” he grinds forward the smallest bit, moaning when you squeeze down. “So damn good.”

NOTES: Hi, hope you enjoyed! I don’t know shit about dnd so I kept this as vague as possible, and I didn’t use gaming because I know even less about that shit.

I’ll catch any typos later!

I just got back on my Leverage bullshit and so now I feel I must finally blow the thick layer of built up dust off of this draft and post it. Keep in mind though that I have since turned this fic into another - heavily edited - Peter Parker fic with a similar premise because of how scared I was to post a “Hardison x Reader” story, let alone a smutty one. (I know, self plagiarism; the horrors! The whole idea of “self plagiarism” is nonsense anyway, but I digress.)

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

#alec hardison #black!reader #black y/n #alec hardison x black!reader #alec hardison x fem!reader #alec hardison imagine #leverage x black!reader #alec hardison x reader #leverage x reader #leverage imagine #x reader smut #leverage #adult shit

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stewystew · 3 years ago

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Listen it’s just that. Maria TheUSMarshal is so very much a reader insert. In a way that I cannot help but hate :/

#like I love a good (or bad) reader insert as much as anyone that shit’s fun as hell #but here? right in front of my canceled ot3?#leverage redemption spoilers #leverage spoilers #………#hang on im gonna elaborate #1) Badass Mary Sue energy matching Eliot in a fight (not a bad thing. just. a thing.)#2) doesn’t super have many character traits outside of Badass and Follows The Law (both are very self-insertable traits)#3) she’s the only one who understands him and who he like opens up to I guess despite that he’s been with leverage for well over a decade.#(again: not a BAD thing. it’s just. PEAK reader insert behavior.)#(actually I changed my mind in the context of her being an actual canon character it is a bad thing actually <3)#.#that’s all I got. idk does that make sense? it’s 7 am and I have been up all night.#…#actually I am more interested in her now that she’s like ‘no I’m not dating a criminal’ like if she comes back the dynamic is gonna be #very fun #if she’s in the bonano role it’s going to be incredibly weird and I DO mean that in a good way

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an-undercover-bi · 3 years ago

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Anyone got any fic recs featuring Breanna Casey? 🥺🥺🥺 I’ve got a major fictional crush on her. Leverage: Redemption is so good (just finished episode 14!

#breanna casey #reader insert or just general interactions w/ the rest of the team are all welcome #headcanons are also appreciated #I love her so fucking much #finally some good fucking queer rep #leverage: redemption #anyway: that’s my wife and she’s gnc af 💕💕💕✨✨✨#breanna casey x reader #leverage: redemption fics #breanna casey headcanon #only critique of this leverage reboot is that I don’t like Eliot dating the us marshal (even though she’s badass and I love her)#like. i figured they wouldn’t go for the ot3 situ sadly but. I think whoever he’s loving ought to be on the team #ideally polyam rep would be rad though

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ktsometimeswrites · 2 years ago

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Hey, do you still write reader inserts for Leverage? If so could I maybe get a fic set in-between Leverage season 5 and Leverage Redemption season 1, with a 16 year old female reader who tries pickpocketing Parker while the ot3 are out somewhere (not running a con), Parker obviously stops her and the ot3 start talking to the her and find out that she ran away from her terrible foster home and just needed money to eat, that hits them all in the feels (especially Parker) so they end up buying her lunch, one thing leads to another and she ends up unofficially adopted by the ot3. Wow, that's a lot (I'm still new to reader insert stuff so I hope this is an alright prompt)

Hello hello!!! Sorry this took me so long!!

Loved this request so thank you for sending it!! I did use gender neutral pronouns for the reader just because I feel more comfortable writing them! Sorry!

Pairing: Platonic! Eliot/Parker/Hardison x GN!Reader

Warnings: Hinted at child neglect/abuse

Word count: 1,557 words

Parker giggles as she leans back from taking a lick of Eliot's ice cream, reveling in the disgusted face he makes at her and the small “dammit Parker” that she gets from him, both of them knowing that there is no real malice behind his reaction. Just as she is about to lean in and do the same thing to Hardison’s ice cream, a young person, not much shorter than Parker herself, bumps into the three of them, causing them to split from being a threesome couple walking together, to Parker and Eliot on one side and Hardison on the other. Eliot and hardison both instantly exclaim, telling them to watch where they’re going but Parker just stops and watches the kid try to rush away with their head down, hood pulled up, obviously to try and hide who they are.

Before they can get too far, Parker is jogging up and stopping them with a hand on the shoulder, causing them to spin around and look at her like a deer in headlights. Parker notices that the kid is in clothes that dont fit quite right, the zip up hoodie theyre wearing is almost falling of their shoulders with how baggy it is, the length almost reaching their knees, the shirt underneath is just as baggy but tucked into trousers that swamp them, being held tightly on their waist by a belt and rolled up multiple times to sit at their ankles, the way they were walking also indicates that the shoes are a bit too big for them, everything clearly a hand me down from someone. Their eyes are darting around, clearly looking for an out, so Parker instantly lets go of them and takes a step back.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, but i would like my phone back please, and his wallet.” She says, motioning over her shoulder to Hardison who instantly starts patting down his pockets, looking for his wallet that isn’t there. The kid looks guilty and takes the phone and wallet out of her pocket and hands them back to Parker.

“Please don’t phone the police, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done it, I just need the money.” The kid rambles out, looking panicked at just the thought of the police being involved.

“Oh believe me, no police will be involved” Parker says, taking a second to look at the kid before speaking again. “Are you hungry?” She asks.

Before the kid even has a chance to speak, their stomach audibly growls, answering for them. Parker's face lights up “perfect! Lets go get lunch” she says, motioning for the kid to lead so her and the boys could walk behind them, giving them plenty of chances to run, making sure they don’t feel boxed in or trapped at all. They pause as they look at Parker, as if they’re trying to gauge if she’s serious or not, before they shoves their hands in her pockets, turning and walking away.

Parker grabs her boys and pulls them with her as she skips behind the kid, when she sees that the kid is actually heading towards a cafe and not running away, she hangs back slightly, pulling Eliot and Hardison in closer to her so she can whisper to them.

“This kid is clearly a foster kid, the clothes don’t fit, they’re skittish, afraid of the repercussions but not enough that they stop stealing. With a normal person they would’ve gotten away with what they took, they’ve been doing this a while,” Parker explains, cluing Hardison in on what Eliot has already started to put together.

“So, what do we do? Take them out for lunch? See what we can do to help?” Eliot asks, watching as the kid keeps glancing over their shoulder at the three of them.

“I mean, I could get in touch with Nana, see if she has room for another kid, but I don’t know how this one will feel about moving,” Hardison says, shrugging like it would be the easiest thing for him to do.

“Let’s start with lunch and see what happens,” Parker says, following the kid as they push their way into a small diner, they head to a table in the back corner of the room, slouching into a chair as if they’re trying to give off the air that they don’t care, but everything else about them screams that they’re on high alert.

Parker sits opposite them, noting how they sit in the chair in the aisle, allowing Hardison to sit next to them, making sure they’re not boxed in against the wall. Eliot grabs menus as he sits down, passing them out. Parker instantly dives into it, paying all of her attention to the desert menu. After giving the kid enough time to look at the menu, Parker finally speaks.

“So, do you come to this diner often?” She asks, not even having a chance to get a reply before the waitress comes over, who puts a hand on the kids shoulder with a smile, brushing pass how they flinch slightly

“Hey Y/N, how are you doing kiddo?” She asks, not even paying attention to the other three at the table.

“Hey Darcy, I’m okay, just showing some friends where to get the best food in town” Y/N says, entire personality seemingly changing, their back straightening as they smile at the waitress who giggles and slaps their shoulder “Always the charmer, kiddo, what can I get for you? Chocolate pancakes and an iced coffee?” She asks, writing it down when they nod with a smile. “And what about you three, what can I get for y’all?”

The other three order, Parker practically vibrating out of her seat as she orders the same as Y/N, the prospect of chocolate pancakes already kicking off a sugar high before she even lays her eyes on them.

It’s not until they’re all fed and watered that Parker decides to broach the delicate subject that’s on her mind.

“So, Y/N, who are you staying with at the moment?” She asks, watching how they instantly deflate “You don’t have to tell us names but if they’re terrible people, you don't have to stay with them.”

“You don’t get it, of course I have to stay with them, they put on a good show whenever anyone is around, but when it’s just us and them, us kids are lucky if we get fed.” They explain in a hushed voice, like they’re scared of people overhearing.

“We can get you out of there, and the other kids, you don't have to stay,” Hardison says in a soft voice.

“They have the local police in their back pocket, how?”

“We have our ways, we help those who need helping, its what we do” Hardison reassures them “Listen you don't have to say yes to us, but at least let us get you some new clothes, we can even set you up your own bank account so you have your own money, nothing that they can get their hands on”

Y/N looks between the three of them, trying to gauge just how sincere they are with their offers “You’re serious about this”

“Well, Parker and I, we know what it’s like being in shitty foster homes and Eliot just knows what it's like to be in a shitty home, no one should have to go through that, so if we can help even just one person, then we will. Now my Nana, she’s always got a house full of kids, but she always has room for one more, so if you do want to go somewhere welcoming, we can get you there..”

Y/N sit in thought for a minute, mulling over the proposition that has been presented to them, they rub their sweaty hands on their jeans before looking at Hardison and nodding.

“If you’re serious, I would like that, but I want to make sure they can’t get any more kids to replace us” They say, shifting in their seat when the waitress brings over the bill, digging into their pocket and pulling out some crumpled up notes. Before they can put them on the table, Parker shakes her head and picks up the bill “Our treat.” She says

“I can pay for myself” They protest

“But you don't have to” Eliot says, after being silent the whole time, he pulls some notes from his pocket and leaves them on the table, way more than what the bill cost.

“Come on, let's go get your stuff and the other kids, then we’ll get you sorted” Parker says, standing up.

So Y/N follows the three from the diner, waving to Darcy as they go, they go back to their foster home and get their things and their fellow kids, whilst Eliot keeps their foster parents in one room, making sure their complaints are kept to a minimum. Once they’re all out of the house, they’re taken to the brewpub where Hardison gets to work on getting in contact with Nana, who obviously welcomes the new kids with open arms, especially because Hardison is sending them. And if a few years later, Y/N is back with the three people who helped them get out, but this time working with them, well, that’s their business.

#leverage x reader #leverage reader insert #reader insert #Parker x reader #Alec Hardison x reader #Eliot Spencer x reader

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gatefleet · 3 years ago

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Requests for One Shots, Head-canons, Reader Inserts and Tag Lists are currently open for the shows below;

DC/Vertigo Comics

~Legends of Tomorrow

~The Flash

~Constantine

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~Titans (Netflix)

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Marvel

~Daredevil (Not Karen Page)

~Iron Fist

~The Avengers

~X-Men

~Captain America

Supernatural ~ Fantasy shows

~Penny Dreadful

~Supernatural

~Librarians (series)

~Sanctuary (Amanda Tapping's 2008 show)

~Umbrella Academy (Not 5)

~The Witcher

Sci-Fi shows

~Stargate {Not Vala or MacKay}

~Star Trek

Crime shows

~NCIS (NOLA, LA, Hawai'i, Sydney)

~Law & Order SVU

~Criminal Minds ( Suspect Behaviour)

~MacGyver (Not Desi Nguyen/Samantha Cage)

~Leverage (Redemption)

~FBI: Most Wanted and International

~Crossing Lines

~Scorpion

~ Yellowstone

OC's

~Malkira Morningstar (DC)

~Riley Fitzgerald (Law & Order SVU/Blue Bloods)

~Artemis Archer (Star Trek AOS)

~Deanna Brooks (White Collar/Leverage)

~Nikki Tesla (Sanctuary)

~Remi 'ColdWave' Rory (DC)

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between-two-fandoms · 4 years ago

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Hi I'm Ren!

I do not interact with fandom toxicity on this blog. Ship and let ship/DLDR are words I live by.

Don't spread hate or start drama and we're good. My blog space is my space. I create the fandom content I want to see, and am happy to help people brainstorm.

I do not give permission for my fanfics to be reposted anywhere other than my ao3 account, which can be found here. I do not give permission for my fics to be sold for profit of any kind.

Ask before using my fanfics for any form of creative project. This includes translating to another language, fanfic binding for personal use, podfic, etc. I want to make sure you are using my best quality writing for your projects. Fan artists can go wild, just tag me so I can see your awesome artwork!

This Blog Is NOT Spoiler Free!

Q&A

Current Favorite Show: 911

Favorite Character(s): Evan Buckley, Tommy Kinard & Eddie Diaz

Favorite Ship(s): Riaz, Buddie, Tevan, Polyfire

Previous Favorite Show: Lockwood and Co

I RP via discord. If you're interested in becoming RP partners let me know.

If anyone has a good show rec feel free to send it my way and I might check it out! I always like discovering new content.

Genres I write on this blog:

Angst

Whump

Hurt/comfort

Soft and Fluff

Smut/NSFW

I do not write: RPF, x-readers, y/n, mpreg, a/b/o, or any other form of reader inserts.

I take requests! Feel free to leave prompts in my ask box. Or to just ask me things in general. I love headcanons.

Link to my Ao3 dashboard

Masterlist of Shows I Like:

Lockwood and Co

Shows listed below are written in no specific order.

9-1-1

The Recruit (2022)

Owl House

Gravity Falls

MCU (Infinity Saga/pre-endgame)

Stranger Things

The Hardy Boys (2020 Hulu)

Brooklyn 99

HSMTMTS

Villains of Valley View

Julie and The Phantoms

Henry Danger

Lab Rats

The Thundermans

The Bat Family (DC Universe)

Tales of Arcadia

The Dragon Prince

Power Rangers (tv shows)

The Witcher

Criminal Minds

Leverage

Leverage Redemption

The Librarians

Locke & Key

Heartland

Blue Bloods

Supernatural

The Winchesters

Teen Wolf

Scooby Doo (various shows/movies)

Glee

#Ren's Rules #pinned post #Ren Rambles #ren's brainrot #ren's headcanons #multi fandom #ren rps #ren's writing #ren's memes #ren's art #ren's life #im sure im forgetting some tags on my system #but whatever #fandom brainrot

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cosplayingwitch · 3 years ago

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To my fellow Leverage fans:

If you haven't already been watching Leverage: Redemption, go do it now.

Also, season 1 episode 9 is practically Sophie writing a reader-insert spy!au fan fiction. Then more stuff happens.

Watch it.

#leverage #leverage redemption #watch it

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goblinconceivable · 3 years ago

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On Leverage: Redemption

Still not wild about the name, Leverage 2.0 worked better for me.

But O. M. G. I am so happy!!! <3 I don’t know whether to keep binging or string out the squee, except that I can’t wait, that’s not going to happen, I may have to stay up all night if that’s what it takes because so many awesome moments I gotta rewind for!!!

spoilers and reflection:

Sophie stole a person!!!!!

First ep, I really sorta wish I was coming in as a new viewer, or an old casual fan. Because of course I’m very much not, nor have I ever been, a casual fan. So there was a bit of jarring, and I can’t figure out how much of that is the need to establish the world and characters for not-me, everyone involved finding the beats to get back into the groove and hit some familiar callbacks for the me’s, and how much just is down to the fact that these characters have been living their lives for 8 years I wasn’t watching.

Really liked NW and his character, and I wasn’t sure I would - I was afraid he’d have his character flail around like he did in The Librarians. Which is admittedly a disservice to a great actor, but he has created a character who has a place in the world of Leverage. And he does shift the tone, and it will only shift more but... I can go back to the original run for my nostalgia fix, I’d much rather have this extension than try to recapture the past.

I read one singular review beforehand, that wasn’t great, so I have trepidation in my soul, but I’m eager to be pleased.

Except where was my flashback explanation? Will we get them as blatantly as in the past? Are they saving it for the end of the two-parter? Because here’s the thing, that conceit is a huge part of the show. They need to give it to me. I know we got a little one but it... wasn’t satisfying? But on the other hand it would have been one too many elements in a first episode, and this was the Team cobbling itself back together and running by the seat of their pants. I will however require it later when they’re a well oiled machine.

Parker and the vents. That moment of SQUEE she had? I KNOW THOSE MANNERISMS, I DID THOSE THINGS WHILE WATCHING. I think it was a little ridiculous, but so is Parker and it HAS been a while... for all of us. The more subtle callbacks were incredibly rewarding, and again have to forgive the levels of clunk. Ie, Plan M. They gave a beat for the harder core fans to appreciate the reference, then explained it not-quite-in-your-face for people who’d go “oh yeah” and newbies to get it, if now yet fully appreciate it.

Star Trek movie reference? Perfect. “Can’t believe I know that.” With that little expression shift - the actors obviously do still know and love their characters and the interrelationships, and I’ll appreciate those tiny things even more on repeat viewings.

Every single bit of Parker going up to Sophie and “let’s steal something!” with the eyes and Sophie’s little moment and looking back and the Sound of Music callback and you know we’re off to the races?

Nate. We still don’t know specifically why Nate/Hutton isn’t back, but I do appreciate that they gave him such a prominent part in the opening. Maybe to the detriment of new fans. And frankly, to Sophie’s character. Still in mourning a year later? She has passion, drive, where was that? Was she even still involved in theatre? We know what the rest of the Team’s been up to, but apparently Sophie was a wife, and then, she wasn’t, and now she’s recapturing the past without, at this moment, evolution.

So overall? I enjoyed it greatly. But it could have been better. They were hitting all the notes but it didn’t smooth into a great “hour” of television, even worse when considering how 2 parters have been treated in the past. Reminded me too much of how I write giftfic - insert references and familiar lines and mannerisms, because you call those into the mind of the reader and bam, the characters are in front of them. This is filmed with the actors, shouldn’t need to rely on tricks so much.

#Leverage #initial thoughts

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make-me-imagine · 2 years ago

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Stress Relief

12 Days of Christmas: Day 2

Plot: After a stressful con, Y/n decides the best way to relieve some stress, is a good ol' snowball fight.

A/n: Christmas is not mentioned in this drabble, so out of 5, it is a 0 on the Christmas scale.

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader + Crew Shenanigans

Warnings: A brief kiss, but that's all :)

Words: 909

As your feet crunched through the snow underfoot, you buried your hands in your pockets to keep them warm.

The others marched in front of you, bickering with each other about nothing as the stress of the con finally sank in. Most everything went wrong and everyone was tired and ready to fly home.

"Look look-" Sophie began, stopping as she lifted her hands up "The con is done, it may have gone wrong in a lot of ways, but it's done. We won, I know we are all tired, but let's stop bickering please."

As Sophie talked, attempting to calm the team down, you looked down at the snow. Sliding your foot around in it, an idea popped into your head as you looked back up at the stressed faces of the others. It could go very wrong, or exactly right.

"Well what do you want us to do Sophie?" Parker asked, her voice on edge.

"We just need to find something to do that will relieve some of this stress we've built up from the con."

Finally speaking up, you kept your eyes locked on Sophie. "I couldn't agree more!"

As Sophie spun around, a smile on her face as she began to thank you for agreeing with her, her face quickly morphed into that of surprise when a wad of snow smashed against her chest.

You saw the other's faces twist with surprise as some of them held back startled laughs.

Sophie stared at you for a moment, stunned. Quickly, she reached down and began grabbing a handful of snow

"How dare you!" She began, though you saw the smile she was attempting to hide.

Grinning as you stepped back, dodging the poorly formed snowball she threw at you.

"Snowball fight!" Parker suddenly yelled as he began scooping up snow.

"Oh, oh, we doin' this?" Hardison asked before he quickly scooped up some snow as well.

Seeing the stress immedietely disperse from their faces, Sophie looked back at you and smiled with a soft nod of her head. You smiled in return, noticing Harry winding up his arm behind her.

"Uh oh.' You muttered out.

As a snowball hit the back of her head, she turned around with a gasp.

"Oop-" Harry mumbled out, quickly running as Sophie began to chase him.

"Dammit Hardison!" Eliot yelled as Hardison dumped an armful of snow onto Eliot's back.

You let out a yelp of alarm as a snowball hit you in the arm as Parker ran towards you. You couldn't hold back your laugh as you quickly ran away, grabbing snow in the process.

Retaliating with a snowball, Parker yelled in glee as the snowball hit her square in the stomach, followed by one hitting her back from Breanna.

Throwing a snowball at Breanna, she pointed at you, with a challenging glare as she threw her own.

Just dodging the snowball that glided past your head, you ran around to a bench, using it as a shield. Being preoccupied with Breanna's assault on you, you failed to notice Hardison joining the fray, and Eliot nowhere to be seen.

As you arched your arm back to throw a snowball, arms looped around your waist, followed by a yell. You yelped in surprise, recognizing Eliot's presence, you laughed as he pulled you into the air.

"Trying to hide huh?" He asked, amusement lacing his voice.

"Hey!" You laughed out as you threw back the snow that had been in your hand.

You heard Eliot sputter out as the snow spread across his face.

"You little-" Bringing you down to the ground with a thud, you let out an alarmed laugh as Eliot began piling snow on top of you.

"No, Eliot!" You yelled out between laughs as you attempted to retaliate by throwing the snow back at Eliot.

He chuckled as he tried pinning your arms down. Both of you flinched as a bombardment of snowballs came flying at you.

"Hey!" Eliot yelled as he looked over, seeing all of the others peppering the two of you with snowballs.

"That's not fair!" You yelled, rising from the ground as Eliot let you go.

Eliot shifted from trying to drown you in snow, to holding out his arm to smack the snow away as it flew towards you.

Quickly, the two of you started grabbing snow, quickly firing at the others, making them laugh and run away.

As they fled, continuing their attacks on one another, Eliot looked back at you, a smile stretched along his face.

"Snowball fight was a smart distraction."

You shrugged with a smile "Seemed like a good idea in the moment."

Reaching his hand up, he brushed snow from your head before he gently grabbed your scarf and pulled you closer to him.

"It was." He said softly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Pulling away, he smirked and motioned his head towards the others as he spoke "Now, what do you say we teach these punks a lesson."

You grinned and nodded "Sound's good to me."

As you and Eliot loaded up your arms with snowballs, you ran towards the others. Spotting you, they all yelled in surprise, and turned their attention to you as they attempted to dodge your attacks.

None of you cared about the looks and attention you got from passerby's, as the tension and stress from the con melted away, and was replaced by joy and fun.

xx End xx

Short but sweet!

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youngcroissantturkeyworribler · 2 years ago

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He would flirt with us in an intimate and personal way to make us flustered.

I can just imagine we're at the bar getting our usual drink, and Eliot just slides up to us with the smirk that means trouble. We quickly swallow the drink in our mouth and prepare ourselves for the inevitable with Eliot. He sees our lip-stick/gloss/balm mark on the rim.

"Never thought that I would want to be a cocktail glass."

We are struggling to keep a strong front, but we manage and take the risk of looking at his handsome face.

"You don't have to be jealous, Eliot. If you want my lip mark on you, all you've got to do is ask or... beg."

Eliot: *internally*

Headcanons: Flirting (Eliot Spencer)

Headcanons: How does he flirt, does he like being flirted with, etc.

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader

Requested By: Anonymous

Warnings: Nothing really

Eliot Spencer is a shameless flirter (is that a word? idk lol)

He is not afraid to flirt with you in front of other people, but he doesn't always do it. Just when he can't help it.

And it always gets called out by Hardison if he over-hears.

He is not the type to use pick-up lines, but he does compliment you in flirty ways.

If you are wearing a new perfume, he will notice immediately.

"It suits you, you should wear it more often."

"That color brings out your eyes."

They come off as kind compliments, unless you know him. It is him flirting with you, because he likes how flustered or blushy you get when he compliments you.

He will fix your hair, shirt collar/outfits, or wordlessly adjust your crooked or backwards necklace, just to be close to you. It's his way to flirt in an almost intimate and personal way.

Eliot will let his fingers brush against your skin, or if your shoulders or arms brush he will delay in pulling away.

EYE CONTACT

He is a sucker for eye contact.

If you catch him staring at you or watching you, he will not look away. He will keep is eyes locked with yours and smile softly.

You will almost always be the one to look away first, which only makes him smirk proudly for flustering you.

I know I said he doesn't use pick-up lines, BUT if you are ever on a con and he has to approach you, he will use the worst best pick-up lines, just to throw you off.

Sophie warns him not too, afraid you might break character, but he can't help it.

"I don’t believe in God sweetheart, but if I did, you’d be the answer to all my prayers."

"Have we met before?" "No, I don't think so." "Must have been in my dreams then."

"If Angels don't walk among us, then I don't know how you exist."

Also flirts by teasing you.

If you are wearing a new style for a con, or using a new accent, he will tease you, and when you get pouty or annoyed he will chuckle and console you "It's okay, it's cute."

The flirting does not stop when you two are in a relationship it only get's more obvious.

But he also uses more flirting techniques like bringing you candy/deserts, coffee/tea, flowers, whispering things in your ear to catch you by surprise or fluster you.

He's also not afraid of using suggestive comments here and there, that makes you choke on your water. (He waits until you take a drink on purpose, he's a menace)

Even though Eliot is very confident, charming and flirtatious, if you flirt with him??

eliot.exe has stopped working

He is so caught off guard that he just kind of stutters, unable to think of what to say.

He's the one who is supposed to make you blush and get all flustered, what is happening???

Hardison and Breanna think it's hilarious when this happens, and they tease Eliot about how he is no longer big bad confident Eliot Spencer.

This is always followed by an annoyed and flustered "Shut up Hardison!"

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