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notable moments from The Lonely Hearts Job

look at nate and eliot being all domestic reading in the pub

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eliot will literally use ANYTHING as a weapon,,, last ep he used an umbrella, this time he used the fucking book he was reading

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eliot grabbing the guy’s arm as soon as it got anywhere near nate

im soft eliot wants to protect his family at all costs

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*guy starts crying*

nate and eliot, visibly distressed: sOpHIE

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Sophie: You don’t have a romantic bone in your body.

(Eliot walks up, laughing)

Sophie: Oh.

Nate: Oh, really?

Sophie: And you’re one to laugh. You don’t even bother to learn their names. They’re just waitress, nurse, stewardess.

Eliot: First of all, it’s flight attendant, all right? They don’t like being called stewardess. And, second, I know their names

okay but I love eliot so much for a NUMBER™ of reasons but one of the things I love about him is that he goes completely against the toxic masculinity trope

he cooks, he likes things clean, but in this scene, it’s yet again established that he listens to and cares about his lovers even if it’s just a one night stand

he doesn’t disregard them, he doesn’t ever disrespect them

eliot spencer drinks respect women juice and I stan him SO HARD for that

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Parker (walks in): You guys having a three-way?

Sophie: What?

Nate: What?

Parker: Three-way fight

she’s trying her best, your honor

also I LOVE how nobody looked disgusted or outraged by her question,,, like the concept of a three way (or three person relationship *wink wink*) is not scandalous or frowned upon by them

especially since the ot3 becomes canon later, idk this was a nice little tidbit that just supported the idea that none of the members of the team had anything against non mainstream relationships and I love that

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Parker: Let’s go steal a sweetheart. (looks at Eliot) No? A widow.

Eliot: Unh-unh.

Parker: No? Spider?

(Parker and Eliot smile at each other)

Parker: Spider

they’re pure, your honor

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Parker (taking pictures with her cell phone) : No matches on Hardison’s software yet. (sees jewelry on an older woman and takes picture) Ooh. Sparkly.

Nate: Parker, no burgling.

Parker: But these jewels, they’re just asking to be taken.

she’s so cute- she deserves all the shiny things

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San Gui: Then let’s meet Austin, Texas, native Jackson Cooper!

Eliot (to Hardison): Austin, Texas? Did you write that? (walks forward)

hardison is a troll

San Gui: All right. Now, not only is Jackson the founder of Baren Oil, he also led the underwater team that capped the well in the Gulf. (crowd oohs) Oh, yes.

(Eliot glances back at Hardison)

TROLL

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San Gui: That’s right, ladies. Let’s give it up for our last eligible bachelor, Mr. Steven Melching. Come on, Steven. Steven comes to us straight from his compound in Silicon Valley.

Parker: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

parker specifically cheering for hardison gave me serotonin

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parker punching hardison’s date in the face and then HOLDING HER BACK BY PUTTING HER HAND ON HER FACE BC SHES SO MUCH TALLER LMAO

+ parker looked so proud of herself as she was carried out by security she’s baby

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parker setting up the con board (idk what to call it) and nate bringing her in on the plans

MASTERMIND IN TRAINING

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sophie in that dress could punch me in the face and I’d thank her

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Hardison: Oh, sure, right. Speaking of which, did you ever find that steak place?

Eliot: The bet’s off.

Hardison: What you mean the bet’s off?

Eliot: The second that we found out they were grifters, the bet’s off.

Hardison: That doesn’t count. You didn’t set --

Eliot: Page 189, rule number 7 in the bro handbook.

Hardison: What? There wasn’t no rules. You didn’t set any rules.

Eliot: The bet is off in a situation where --

Hardison: I’ll be damned if it’s off.

Eliot: All right, then! I’ll make you some prime rib when this is over.

Hardison: Bone in, well-done?

Eliot: Well-done, bone in

they’re both idiots I love them

also they both smiled and chuckled after agreeing on the ribs bc they may fight but it’s not real and they actually love each other

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Eliot, looking resigned: Do you want me to teach you about the wines again?

Hardison: That’s just hurtful. Just -- just making assumptions and presumptions that I don’t know what I’m -- Yes, I need you to teach me about the wines again, yes.

the fact that they’ve had this conversation BEFORE lmao

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the parker being an absolute RECKLESS driver saga continues

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Sophie: True love does exist.

Eliot (raises bottle for a toast): May it always prevail

eliot is the biggest fucking softie and no I will not change my mind

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bruh I’m C R Y I N G

eliot cares SO MUCH about his family

he bought gifts for parker and sophie so that they’d be happy, but also it would help their relationships with hardison and nate

he knew parker would like a plant that “does something” (see s1 when parker said she got a plant and asked hardison “what does it do”)

he got sophie her favorite flowers

and was SELFLESS and took none of the credit

he just walked away and smiled

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also you cannot convince me that he’s not still thinking about parker and hardison ,,, last episode we had the interaction between him and eliot and the whole “that would mean that I’d be thinking about you and parker, which I never do!” debacle

he thinks about them. all the time. just, until that last episode, he never really realized just how much or what it might have meant

and now, here he is, not too long after, working a con where the team is knee-deep in romance

and eliot thrives

he knew what to get sophie. he definitely knew what to get parker. because he listens, he cares. he doesn’t let the little details slide.

when he picks out the fly trap for parker, he smiles to himself because he knows she will like it and it’ll make her happy. and that will make hardison happy.

eliot doesn’t ask for much. he doesn’t think he deserves half of the wonderful life he’s built with his team.

he won’t let himself be happy in the way the couples can, and would never even dream of being with parker and hardison for real, but he can make them happy. and for him, that is enough.

#leverage #leverage 4.15 #leverage 4x15 #the lonely hearts job #mine #yes i went off on a tangent and NO I WILL NOT BE APOLOGIZING FOR MY OT3 FEELS #notable moments #leverage season 4 #season 4

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pandoraimperatrix · 3 years

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Can you lily for BatCat?!? PS you’re just so talented at writing!

This is a sequel of Time Unreal that @comicskbanime2 requested in march.

It falls after the 4x15 of Gotham,so Baby!Batcat what feels weird to say when this is smut lmao.

Lily - “Staying quiet was never your strong suit, wasn’t it?” “Well, you could do something about it.”

Enjoy!

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Growing up on the streets Selina learnt by pain and hurt that the only thing that really matters is power. And the main two things that could give you some was violence or money. She didn’t enjoy violence very much. She was no lily livered coward, but she did not take pleasure on inflicting physical pain to others. And the way she avoided to be on the receiving end was being small, fast and smart, but those three things could fail her, and had many times. Money, however, she liked very much, but she didn’t have any, that’s why she took it from people that had too much.

Dealing with Bruce was different, the rules did not apply at all. For once, despite still having nothing of the things that should give her power over him, there was no doubts of whom from the both of them had the reins of their particular dynamic. And it was not the boy billionaire.

But Selina miscalculated. She made a mistake she never really expected she could ever make. Because it was so unlike her, it never occurred to her that she needed to look out for that particular kind of danger. She got comfortable, domesticated. And, by doing so, Selina led herself to believe that the things between them would never change.

Back then, she, sometimes, when lying on his couch, watching through half-lidded eyes his never-ending reading, pretending to be asleep, she wondered why. Why he didn’t mind her presence? God, why he even seemed to enjoy it? Worse, why was he so despaired for her good opinion? Why he even cared about her at all? And how could have her let herself forget that those questions didn’t have an answer? And if she didn’t know why or how she managed it in the first time, how could she keep her power over him?

Did she even had any, like, ever? Wasn’t their whole relationship just one of his experiments and when he tired of consorting with the poor, he’d forget her? But wasn’t exactly that what happened, wasn’t it? Granted, in the heat of her rage, when for the first time since they met, he rejected her, it hurt so much and so deeply that she told herself that’s what happened. That their whole relationship was a lie, that Bruce was just another selfish rich bastard who used her for amusement and now was done with her.

Of course, that was stupid and not true at all. Even if she couldn’t understand why Bruce liked her, she knew him well enough to know he was none of that. And that had been why, even after believing their story was over, her heart broke when she saw him playing that part, forcing himself to be something so far from his true self, something that he, himself, despised. And when he told her what was really going through his head the last time they fought at the hospital, the surprise, the relief, the need was so great that she couldn’t do it anymore. Selina realized that Bruce hadn’t been the only one pretending to be something he was not, and she kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, and when they had their first time, in the wrong place, wrong time and even more wrong circumstances, finally, she felt something was right in the world.

He put away the jewellery, and she waited as he came back, feeling awkward. Such unfamiliar feeling. She, who had wore shamelessness on her head like a crown all her life, felt embarrassed by being under Bruce Wayne’s gaze now. He didn’t come back to the Sirens after their last encounter. Then the whole affair with Ivy happened and when she heard he was one of her former friend’s victims, the whole affair was done with, and he was okay. Good. Yet… Some part of hers, the one that was still insisting on making the same mistake that costed her so dearly before, expected him to make the next move. And when he didn’t, when not even the dirt bag Brucie that haunted her bar failed to show, she was disappointed. Of course, her pride would never let her admit that to him. But even her pride had its limits, and after how Ivy tricked her into participating in the murder of Roland Charles, Selina felt the need of a friend. Someone who understood. Someone to whom other people’s lives mattered. She needed him.

He looked surprised to see her still there in his messed up kitchen when he came back, but other than a small smile and a special glint in his gaze, he didn’t comment on her lingering presence.

“Are you still hungry?” he asked.

“You have no food,” she answered, trying to shake the weird shyness she was feeling off. She was sitting on the counter now, her legs swinging. His eyes darkened, maybe he was remembering the last time he held her against a bar counter, maybe it was a trick of the light.

“I could make some.”

“I could eat.”

He took the apron from the hook and tried to tie around his waist, but his hand – now puffy and purple – hurt and he winced in pain.

Selina jumped off the counter and took the apron from his hands, helping him to tie it on his back.

“Are you really alright?” she whispered, taking forever to make the knot, she wanted to lean her forehead against his back, when had it become so broad? He used to be such a frail thing.

“Yes…” he sighed, knowing she didn’t mean his hand. “As much as I can be.”

“I don’t understand it,” her hands fell limp around her body.

“What?” he turned to look at her, but Selina was facing down, biting her lip to stop it from trembling.

“Why don’t you just take off to your castle in Italy and never come back to this stupid city?”

“Chalet in Switzerland, Selina,” he said in a mock-annoyed tone. “I’ve told you a hundred and fifty-seven times already!”

That got her to raise her eyes to him.

“Knowing you, I might believe you counted for real.”

Bruce took his good hand to her face, Selina’s eyes fluttered closed; his thumb caressed her cheekbone lovingly.

“Still… You really can’t think about a reason?” his voice was barely a whisper.

“Hm?” she made, leaning into him, one hand on his hip, the other on his chest, she wished he would shup up and kiss her already, she didn’t want to hear it, because she might believe him.

“Can’t you?” he urged her again, but now his hand had slid into her hair, and his lips were against her ear.

Selina shivered, but pushed him away gently.

“Look, Bruce…”

“No, no,” he pleaded, his voice betraying his despair, “don’t do that,” he reached for her hand, “not now, please.”

“What do you even want from me?” she asked, frustrated. “I just don’t get you. You’d think that fucking you would give me some clue, but somehow I know even less of what goes on in that huge head of yours, and I’m tired of trying to figure it out. Thank you for the help with the jewellery, I’m… I’m taking off now.”

She tried to pull her hand from his grasp, but Bruce used the leverage he had to pull her awkwardly closer, making their bodies smash into each other.

“I’m sorry!” he said letting go of her hand, but doing nothing to create space between them. “But just-“ he sucked air in. “Stay, please. I don’t get me either, most of the time, but after Ivy did to me I think I might be getting somewhere… I feel like myself again. But one thing never changed. Not even when I was so completely lost… What I want from you… Oh Selina, how can you possibly not know?”

She just stood there, staring at him, and for the longest moment, it seemed that nothing else would happen. Because she couldn’t move, her thoughts were running so fast that if she did, something could break. And she was taken back to the last time he showed himself so vulnerable to her, and what the lack of reserves blew out the walls she had painstakingly built around herself. It was dangerous, Selina knew, and her brain was trying the impossible by pushing the acquired notion of Bruce growing out from his attachment to her to the reality of the young man standing there, who was so obviously in love with her.

“I want you,” he said finally.

Selina rose to the tip of her toes, crashing her face against his so hard her nose stung. Her hands went straight to his hair, her body arching to get more of his warmth, as he wrapped his arms around her and licked the seam of her lips. Selina gasped letting him in, she moaned when she felt his tongue slide to the roof of her mouth, remembering how it felt against her clit last time.

“Bruce…” she breathed when he started spreading kisses way from her lips. Selina pushed him away another time, but now her objective was to peel that stupid turtleneck off, she needed to feel him.

He grunted when, of course, the offending garment trapped his maimed hand as they hastily worked it off.

“Your hand!” she cried, alarmed.

“It’s fine,” he roared back, trying to catch her lips again, but Selina, ducked, taking the harmed hand delicately between hers, examining the damage.

“You should put ice on it.”

He used his free hand to pull her chin up.

“I have something better to do now.”

She snorted.

“You are so corny.”

She saw his smirk get closer and closer, until their lips were together again. He was being weirdly sweet as he kissed her, going slowly, kissing her skin as he peeled her jacket off, as if he was apologising.

It was too late for apologies, as Selina didn’t want any anymore.

She pushed him against the counter and unzipped her hoodie, discarding the shimmering fabric on the floor. He reached for her, but Selina stepped back, staring directly into his eyes, almost daringly, she pulled her undershirt off, revealing no bra. Bruce swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing, he licked his lips in anticipation, but instead of claiming his mouth again, Selina hooked her arms around his neck and bit his chin, licking downwards and sucking the sensible skin of his throat hard. She leaned back to admire her work, his skin was so fair, it was so easy to mark. She wished it was easy like that, to brand him as hers, to remind him so he wouldn’t stray again.

Wondering about his silence, she rose her gaze to his eyes, they were pitch black, her throat dried, Bruce’s mouth fell upon hers again, but didn’t last. He used her stunned oxygen deprived stage to rotate her body by her hips, pulling her thick hair aside and kissing down the nape of her neck, giving her one mark too, while his hands were free do grab her chest.

Selina moaned when he licked between her shoulder blades and pushed her hips towards his, desperate for more. By doing so, Selina felt against her backside how affected he was too, and reached behind to do something about it, but Bruce grabbed her still gloved wrist and pinned it on the counter.

“Not yet,” he told her, ignoring her annoyed huffs and continued from where he was interrupted. Selina looked over her shoulder to see him, kissing lower and lower down her back, he bit the curve of her hip kneeling on the floor, she involuntarily arched against him, and Bruce, finding that the fabric of her trousers were a problem reached for the front button. Selina helped by unhooking her whip from her belt as Bruce kissed the new revealed skin, but when he parted her soft mounds to lick her middle through her damp underwear she cried out in pleasure and shock.

She threw daggers through her eyes when she heard him chuckling.

“This morning you tried to grab my attention by making loud mess. But as Alfred is back, you’ll have to be quiet if you don’t want us to be interrupted.”

She turned around, facing him.

“I didn’t try to get your attention,” she said in arrogant tone, “I’ve got it”

He smiled again, but instead of amusement at her expense there was a mix of fondness and arousal in his eyes.

“Yeah?”

Bruce tried to stand up, but Selina hooked her leg across shoulder.

“Yes,” she leaned down, their faces inches from each other, “I still have you wrapped around my little finger, Bruce Wayne.”

Bruce’s smile disappeared and Selina’s core contracted in anticipation, he cupped under her knee, pushing her leg open and sucking her inner thigh. With each inch of skin he won, she bit her lip harder, trying so hard to not give him the satisfaction of having her loud and clear praise of his talents. Selina’s eyes rolled shut when Bruce pulled her underwear with his thumb and slid his impossibly hot tongue across her slit.

She was pretty sure she had broken her own skin, but all her efforts were nullified when he started sucking her clit and Selina cried out loud, one of her hands grabbing his hair with despair and the other reaching behind for support distrusting the capacity of the only leg she still had on the floor to keep her standing.

“Fuuuuuck,” she moaned when he started lapping, Bruce didn’t stop, his thumb let go of the fabric of her thong to penetrate her, and the combined stimulation made her fall apart, her leg giving in, pleasure mixed with horror as her fingers slipped from the hold she had on the counter. But before she had a very undignified fall, Bruce guided her body down, lying Selina on the kitchen floor.

She was still startled and still having orgasmic spasms when he started kissing up her navel.

“Staying quiet was never your strong suit, wasn’t it?” he teased.

“Well,” she breathed hard, “you could do something about it. Come here.”

He did, and she held his face as they kissed, enjoying the weight of his body over hers, the contrast of his feverish skin and the cool floor tiles. They took a break, Bruce’s forehead falling against Selina’s, his hands wandering down to her chest as she caressed his back.

“Your hand,” she remembered.

“What?” his mouth had joined his hand in the exploration of her breasts.

“When I fell and you held me-“

“It’s fine,” he mumbled.

She studied his face, trying to judge if he was being honest or just way too horny, deciding she believed him, or didn’t care enough to stop, she looked down.

“You still have your pants.”

That made him follow her gaze. And then when he sought for her face Selina smiled devilishly. She pushed him away, making Bruce fall on his back, then she rose to a kneeling position, undoing his fly. Selina used her teeth to pull her glove off before inserting her now bare hand inside the waistband. Bruce grunted when he felt her fingers close around him. He watched transfixed as she pumped a few times, and then pulled her hair behind her ear leaning in. When her lips closed around the tip, he held his breath, seeing stars.

“Hey,” she called wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Bruce remained with his eyes closed shut. “B to earth,” he heard her giggle and opened one eye, “do you have a condom? Last time we didn’t and… Better not risk it.”

He breathed in trying to remember how to process language and speech again.

“My wallet.”

“K,” she bended over him fumbling with his jeans’ pockets until she found his wallet. But when she opened it, she was surprised by a picture of herself. It was old, she should be around fourteen when it was taken, she didn’t know the picture existed and wasn’t looking at the camera. She turned the picture around trying to find more information of where it came from, but glued on the other side was a portrait of Bruce’s parents smiling to each other. Her hand shook, and she turned the picture over again, facing herself, and blinked trying to sway the tears wetting her eyes.

“Selina? Did you find it?”

She didn’t answer, not trusting her voice.

Bruce sat up, his hand caressing her back.

“Oh,” he made when he found out what was distracting her, “this…”

Selina sat of her heels, Bruce’s hand followed the change of her posture sliding up her back until he found the curve of her neck, massaging the bottom of her scalp.

“How did you get this?” She asked.

“I took it…” he said studying her expression. “Alfred found my mom’s vintage camera and I was playing with it.”

She turned her face to him.

“I don’t remember this.”

“You weren’t looking, I’m sorry,” he was now caressing her face tenderly, “are you upset I took it without telling you?”

“No, it’s just…” she closed her eyes shut. Why did he have to be so… “Where’s that damn condom?”

“Selina, I don’t un-“

She let go an exasperated sigh and pushed his wallet to his bare chest, climbing on his body.

“Find it, or I’ll fuck you without it.”

He found the object without difficulty and handed it to her.

Selina used her teeth do open the foil package.

“Do you know how to-“

“I was a virgin last time, not stupid.”

He chuckled.

“What?” she asked, rolling the condom down, Bruce hissed with the contact.

“Nothing,” he answered with a tight voice, his hands were now on her waist, wishing she was closer. “I just missed you.”

She pulled him for a kiss at the same time she guided his penis inside. Her mouth fell open breaking the kiss for a moment, before he urged her to continue, pulling her bottom lip with his teeth. Bruce’s hand, kneaded Selina’s buttocks as she swayed her hips back and forth.

As they got momentum, Bruce started thrusting his hips up to meet hers, by then Selina was being so loud, he had to cover her mouth with his hand. She came again, becoming limp in his arms, then he laid her down, without breaking their union, and proceeded to seek his own release until he collapsed over her.

They remained there, locked into each other, Selina’s hand playing with his hair, his head on her chest, Bruce felt so much at peace that he might have fallen asleep before being brought violently back to reality by a very loud British exclamation of horror.

When Bruce entered his bedchamber that night, there was someone already under the covers.

“So, what did you say to Jeeves?” she asked, as if having her on his bed as something normal and not the first time ever. Earlier, they dressed in haste and Bruce ran after Alfred to stop him from leaving again, when he went back to clean the mess in the kitchen, Selina was gone.

“A lot…” Bruce said pulling his turtleneck off and folding it. “He was worried I lied to him about fixing my life, but I convinced him.”

“How?”

“I told him” and he made a pause looking straight into her eyes, “it was you.”

“Oh…” he didn’t hide his smile when he saw the redness on her cheeks, Selina rolled her eyes.

“Won’t Barbara and Tabitha worry about you?”

“Nah,” she shrugged, “they don’t care.”

“Hmm,” he made unsure, he didn’t understand or liked Selina’s association with the two criminals that filled the space he had left in Selina’s life, but that was something he would have to deal with. After finishing his preparations, he fell on the bed and pulled Selina against him, very aware of the pleased smiled on her face.

“So…” he said kissing down her neck, “are you my girlfriend now?”

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