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Hi~~ Poppin' in for a request with a new face in my list ;)

Can i have "hanging by a thread but you gotta survive" with Brendon Acres, please?? Than you!!

You find Brendon in a bar with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He grips it until his knuckles are white, his gaze fixating on the ice cubes at the bottom. You slip onto the seat along side him, your shoulder nudging against his as you rearrange your skirt to cover the tracking device on your ankle.

“Everytime I close my eyes, I see him die.” He says after a few minutes of silence. “I feel his blood on my hands, I hear his last breath.”

You know who he’s talking about, Special Agent Jason Simmons. His UC identity had been leaked, Brendon had tried to get to him in time but…

“I just want it to stop.” He tells you, swilling the amber liquid around the glass.

“It will for a while.” You say, gesturing at the drink. “But then it’ll come back.”

“And then I’ll pick up another glass, and then a bottle.” He murmurs setting the drink down and pushing it away from him. “And then that starts all over again.”

“It does.” You say quietly, capturing his hand in yours.

He sighs as he raises your hand to his mouth, his lips brushing over your knuckles.

“Can I drive you home?” He asks you. “Your curfew must be coming up.”

Your gaze flickers up to the clock above the bar. You have thirty minutes before you need to be at your residence otherwise Special Agent Henderson comes knocking and you end up back in prison.

“You could stay over.” You say softly. “I’ve been working on a few pieces, I wouldn’t mind you casting an eye over them.”

Brendon has always loved your paintings, the richness of the colour, the delicacy of the strokes. Everything you create is bright, vibrant, it’s how you see the world he thinks. He could use some of that right now, something to chase away the darkness that eats at his soul.

“You’re trying to keep me busy.” He says with a small smile as he raises to his feet and sets a couple of bills down onto the bar.

The thing with addiction, you think about it all of the time when you have a craving. It nestles in yours brain, clawing at your insides until you either give in or occupy yourself. Normally it’s the job that keeps him occupied, but…

“I can think of other ways to keep you distracted.” You tease, interrupting his thoughts as your fingertips trailing along the lapels of his blazer. “But we can start with painting, you’ll have to undress of course, I wouldn’t want it to stain your clothes.”

He laughs then and it’s such a lovely sound. It fills you with warmth from the tips of your toes to the top of your head.

“How about I paint you this time?” He suggests, his fingertips brushing a loose curl back behind your ear. “You can put on that silk robe I bought you, the one that matches your eyes…”

Your cheeks flush just a little because Brendon, he just can’t resist you in silk. His thumb ghosts over your cheek and you find yourself looking into those torrid blue gaze of his. The two of you are flirting with danger, you have been since this thing between started but you can’t seem to stop yourselves.

He could lose his job, you could go to prison. It should be enough to scare the two of your straight but it isn’t.

The benefits outweigh the cost everytime because Brendon, he makes you happy and you haven’t felt like that in a long time.

“Let’s get you home.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours. “We’ll see who distracts who.”

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New request for Brendon Acres because I'm weak! What about "Running on two or three hours of sleep" ?

Lifeline - Brendon hands you a lifeline.

Distraction - Brendon needs a distraction from a hideous day.

You’re on your third cup of coffee, Brendon notices because you don’t usually touch the stuff, you’re more accustomed to herbal teas. It’s why he keeps a small stash in his cupboard at home and his bottom desk drawer.

“Late night?” He asks as he leans against the desk adjacent to yours.

It’s been a couple of days since you’ve seen each other. He’s been on a case up in Utah, just getting back in this morning and you’ve been working sorting through a collection of antiquities that had been confiscated by Art Crimes, separating out the real from the fake. You like those kind of tasks because you can make a game of it, timing yourself to see how many flaws you can find in five minutes. Sometimes you get a surprise. Last week you’d found a Dega, hidden amongst an array of false impressionist paintings. It had scored you a couple of extra points with Henderson who was very gradually starting to thaw.

“Yea.” You say, rubbing your palms over your weary features. “You could say that. I ran into Estelle last night.”

“Estelle?” Brendon repeats, his arms crossing over his chest as his voice lowers an octave. “Your ex-girlfriend Estelle, the one who got you caught?”

“Yes.” You say quietly as you sink back into your seat. “That Estelle.”

“Mona…” He drawls out your name and it sends an unwelcome flush of heat rushing through you because despite the fact your emotionally wrung out, your body still craves this man.

You’ve missed him over these past few nights, the way that he looks at you in the heat of the moment, those blue eyes of him searing into yours as he undresses you. It’s all you thought about when you touched yourself, getting off on one of your toys with his name on your lips. He’s been sharing a room with Carter so phone calls and texts were at a minimum. He couldn’t sweet talk you the he usually does on the nights you were apart.

“Do I need to be worried about you?” he asks, tilting his head so that he can study your features.

He doesn’t mean romantically, the two of you have that locked down pretty tight. He means legally and emotionally. As part of your parole you aren’t allowed to associate with people from your criminal past. If Henderson finds out about Estelle, he’ll have you thrown back in jail before you even get a chance to say goodbye.

Then there’s the other part of it. That woman had put you through the ringer. You hadn’t been a saint before she came along but your level of crime was low key, low risk. You made enough money to get by. Then Estelle came onto the scene, brazen, exciting Estelle and everything escalated. She’d introduced you to a world you had never dreamed of, high fashion, expensive dinners, nights in extravagant hotels. You’d fallen in love with her and that lifestyle. Your exploits became bolder, more adrenaline inducing and the high from that…

But then there’s the low, the anxiety that comes with the possibility of getting caught because the crimes you’re committing they’re making people stand up, take notice.

When you try to get out Estelle fights you on it, she manipulates you, she berates you, she seduces you until finally you crack. You decide to leave, the partnership and the relationship but the thing you’ve forgotten? Nobody leaves Estelle.

Two days later the FBI turns up on your doorstep and finds a Renoir that you certainly didn’t leave lying around. You’re given a five year sentence for burglary.

“She wants my help on a job.” You tell him, swallowing hard against the well of emotion in your chest. “She has pictures of the two of us Brendon, ones that we can’t explain away with a professional relationship.”

Your cheeks colour because it had been humiliating to see yourself in the throes of passion and Estelle, she had always been cruel. If you don’t do what she asks, you go back to prison and Brendon, he loses his career before it’s even begun.

“Mona, you can’t do this.” Brendon hisses and you look at him with such defeat in his eyes it kills it.

“Brendon.” You say softly. “I really don’t have a choice.”

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Lifeline - Brendon Acres x Reader

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You’re a forger.

An exceptional one.

It’s the reason the FBI leveraged you into working with them in the first place. One slip and you go to prison, that’s the deal.

The agents in Art Crimes, they don’t trust you, they challenge your observations, belittle your insights. They treat you like a secretary, filling in their paperwork, sifting through tips. He hears the distain when they speak to you, like you’re beneath them, worthless.

You’re as polite as you can be, you know that each and every one of them holds your life in their hands. If you snap back, piss one of them off, it’s over and they know it.

Whilst he can’t understand the situation you’re in, he can empathise. He knows what it’s like to have your life controlled by someone else, to have no agency. His entire acting career was based on the dreams of his father, he lived within the confines of that for such a long time before he broke out and tried to forge his own path. He wasn’t living until he joined the FBI.

He sees the restlessness in you, the constant pacing, the tapping of your fingertips on the desk, the monotony, it’s killing you. He knows what happens next, you go back to what you know, the thing that brings you excitement. For him it was drinking, for you it’s forging. He’s found something to fill that gap but you don’t have that luxury.

He can tell you’re close to breaking point. You’ve already started to push the boundaries. When Hendricks scoffs at your suggestion that the painting they’re evaluating isn’t real, you don’t ignore it this time. You spend five minutes aggressively explaining the intricacies of the piece before he tears you a new one in front of the entire floor. The humiliation of it, it’s cruel, even for a man like him. You can’t storm out, tell him to go fuck himself so instead you sit down at your lonely desk in the darkest corner and put your headphones on. You’re a hair’s breadth from hurtling over the edge, he can feel it.

That’s the reason he goes to bat for you with Garza when they take on a museum heist. He thinks the challenge will engage you, ignite that passion again. It’ll get you out of Art Crimes for a couple of days and around some likeminded people. His whole squad is made up of misfits, out of the box thinkers, Garza calls them. A band of broken toys is how they were initially referred to.

It’s a tough sell but with Simone’s help he manages to swing it. He’s not the only one that hates the way you’re being treated, he knows everyone else on this team does too. If you were an agent or a civilian consultant it wouldn’t happen, HR would be involved but you have no power, you’re only there to serve.

Garza runs it up the chain of command before taking it to Henderson, the closed office door barely mutes the shouting when Brendon slides the file onto your desk. The music from your headphones is blaring, something angry, loud. He taps his finger upon the manilla envelop to get your attention and you sigh before plucking the headphones out of your ears.

“You ready to do some real work?” He asks you, flicking the file open to reveal The Museum of Contemporary Art.

“For real?” You ask him, leaning back in your seat. “You’re not messing with me?”

It breaks his heart that that’s your first assumption. It’s a testament to your tenure here at the FBI and he hates that your experience has been so tainted. He tilts his head towards Henderson’s office and the both of you pause for a second listening to you boss completely lose his shit.

“Hear that?” He asks you. “That’s the sound of my boss telling your boss, you’re coming on board with Special Investigations for a while.”

The edges of your mouth tip up and Brendon feels something blossom in his chest. It’s the first time he’s ever seen you smile and honestly…

It’s stunning.

“Thank you.” You murmur, your attention already diverting to the file.

He knows he’s made the right decision. Your interest is piqued, he can tell, it’s in the way your eyebrows furrow in concentration as your fingertips flick through the pages.

“When you finish up with the file, come join us in the conference room. I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team.” He promises before heading back the way he came.

You watch him go before ripping out a page from your notepad and crumpling it up into a ball, tossing it into the trashcan alongside your desk.

Brendon doesn’t realise that he’s just handed you a lifeline, that you were seconds away from making what would have been the biggest mistake of your life.

You pick up the manilla envelop and slot it under your arm before you rise to your feet and head towards the conference room.

Finally, someone’s taking you seriously.

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Lifeline - Brendon hands you a lifeline.

Distraction - Brendon needs a distraction from a hideous day.

Estelle - Your ex causes complications when she appears back in your life.

The Devil I Know - Companion piece to Estelle - You make a choice regarding your relationship with Brendon.

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PATREON EARLY ACCESS: Sunflowers: Brandon Acres x Reader

This week's EARLY ACCESS FIC is Sunflowers: Brandon Acres x Reader

You don’t make much money working for the FBI. They pay you a modest stripe end, one that parallels how much it would cost to house you in the penal system. It’s just enough to afford a shitty apartment in an even shittier part of town. When you factor in transport, utilities and food, there’s barely enough cash left over to purchase art supplies, let alone any luxuries. It makes things harder when Brendon’s birthday comes around. He’s a man of wealth, of means and you barely have two dollars in your purse to rub together.

It shouldn’t matter but it does.

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What I've Been Working On This Week: 13/1/24

Time - Matthew Garza x Reader - Companion piece to True Crime - You and Matt decide to make sure things are different this time around.

Sunflowers - Brendon Acres x Reader - Companion piece to Lifeline - You struggle to find the perfect gift for Brendon.

Benito - Bishop Losa x Reader - You ex-husband Benito inadvertly causes problems when he discovers you're pregnant.

Pink - Connor Rhodes x Reader - Connor reflects on how the two of you met. (Valentine's Day Bingo Square: Pink)

No Questions Asked - Damien Powell x Reader - You give Damien a place to call home when he first arrives in Budapest. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Romantic Meal)

Bold - Damien Powell x Reader - Damien hasn’t kissed a woman in years. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Champagne Kisses)

When in Rome - Scott Forrester x Reader - Scott waits up for you after a depressing case. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Hotel Stay)

Kicking - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop feels his daughter kick for the first time during Coco’s wedding reception. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Slow Dance)

Commitment - Tig Trager x Reader - You’ll never be Tig’s wife, but then again he’ll never be your husband. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Expensive Jewellery)

Makapipi Falls - Jesse Boone x Reader - Jesse tells you the truth about his feelings during a trip to Makapipi Falls. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Feelings)

Moonlight - Benny Miller x Reader - Benny’s always found the water soothing. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Moonlit Stroll)

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PLEASE MAKE MORE THE ROOKIE FEDSSS I LIVE FOR IT❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi,

I have two pieces going out in May for The Rookie Feds.

Time - Matt Garza x Reader - Matt's sick of wasting time.

Sunflowers - Brendon Acres x Reader - You paint Brendon a birthday gift.

Remember my askbox is open for prompts if you want to put something in for them. Just remember to read the rules before you submit.