#the beginning of my lovely ot3 😌

[vampiritea]

I'm rewatching Leverage right now so some random questions for you:

What's your favorite season of Leverage?

What's your favorite episode that's not on said season?

What's your favorite character that's not in more than two episodes?

What's your favorite character/person that one of them has pretended to be?

Who's someone who was on Leverage that hasn't been on Leverage Redemption that you would like to see again?

idk how I became a leverage blog when I only consider myself a casual fan lol

So anyway I've enlisted my sister @werewolfsmile to also answer these questions. You get double answers!! 🥳

v = vampiritea w = werewolfsmile

What's your favorite season of Leverage?

v: bestie I don't even remember where each season begins and ends, how am I supposed to answer this? w: 3 - for all the Eliot angst (honestly 3,4,5 are the best but. 3) v: I'm gonna go with s5

What's your favorite episode that's not on said season?

v: um, idk, the Gone Fishin' Job? w: the Rundown Job s5. ot3 feels to the extreme!

Who's your favorite character that's not in more than two episodes?

v: the Sheriff deputy in the Bank Shot Job. my man is underrated 😌 w: -prolonged deep thought- it would have to be Quinn and Mikel

Who's your favorite character/person that one of them has pretended to be?

v: I actually have an answer for this!!!!! oh but it's not in Leverage, it's in Redemption. I love when Harry pretends to be Eliot in The Walk in the Woods Job (ty w for the episode title) w: I think I have to go with Roy Chappell. Just so fun to see Eliot get sucked into baseball.

Who's someone who was on Leverage that hasn't been on Leverage Redemption that you would like to see again?

v: um. I do not know. w: Quinn, Mikel, Tara, Shelley, Sterling (v: if I let her continue I think she'll end up listing every side character so we're stopping here.) v: Tara could be fun to bring back

Hope you enjoy your rewatch!! ✨

[misssleepless12]

Hi :> I make my dramatic return!!! Mostly to ramble about your rnbcis fic!!! IT WAS SO GOOD, SLEEPLESS, I LOVED IT SO MUCHHH

The tender, delicate aspect of it all, meshing so perfectly with how it feels to add a third to an existing relationship. Rin, of all people, used to not really having a place anywhere of his own, used to not being as important to anyone else. Fitting in with Bachira and Isagi, who carved their own place next to each other, now adding him too!! It's so well done!!! I looove how you write their dynamic. The banter is A+ , your characterisation is always gorgeous, and I love the subtle details of stealing mugs, feeding the cat, being the first to wake up no matter what. It's so domestic and so heartfelt at the same time. On the surface it's such a simple getting together fic, but it has so much in it that it means so much more than just that!!! I loooove it <33 Thank you!!

Psst. I'm glad you liked the assassin fic beginning :> - A

Aw, still won't come off anon for me, dear A? 😂 That's fair, being perceived can be hard.

I'm glad you liked it! It was very fun, and it's a great change of pace juggling all the characters and dynamics of a threesome. 😌💚🩵💛 My fav OT3 in fact!!

And you're welcome! I was excited to read it! I've been picking at pt 2 of my own assassin au on and off for about a month now but reading yours has given me the nudge I needed to continue working on it. 🥰 I've got to finish this ngro piece I'm 6k into first tho lmao, and hopefully finish this other tabieita fic I've been working on forever. 💀 But then it's rnis time baybeeeee. 🙌✨ Hope you'll continue to support me in the future! 🫶 Best of luck with your own works!

[prince-septimus]

the sounds that keep you up at night

pairing : benjamin poindexter x reader x matt murdock

summary : you just bought a new apartment next to two of the most handsome men you've ever seen. it doesn't help that they don't seem to know how loud they are.

word count : 1k

warnings : slight nsfw

a cold apartment prequel

Your neighbors are loud. You can't imagine they realize how loud they are, or else maybe they would've stopped being so loud.

It doesn't bug you, not really. Everything about the apartment building you're in is loud — the floorboards all creak, and your sink won't stop leaking. Your fridge is always releasing a noise that is only slightly concerning. The city is loud outside, and you continue to avoid opening your windows to avoid the mayhem of all the noise that you already deal with on a daily basis.

You hear them laughing down the hall together occasionally, their voices intermingling when they pass your front door on their way home from work. Sometimes you can hear them through the vent in your kitchen, chatting about whatever TV show they've been binging recently as the smell of their cooking follows.

But — and you don't know if it has something to do with your bedroom being directly on the other side of the wall of what you presume is also their bedroom, they're loud.

The kind of loud that keeps you up at night, thinking and fantasizing about two people you hardly know.

You had met them once since you moved in — each on different occasions.

Dex, the blond FBI agent who stays up at what seemed to be all hours of the day sometimes. You swore the man lived on two hours of sleep each day. He had stopped the elevator for you once, offering his name and hand when he didn't recognize you.

"You'll like it here, sweetheart," he had told you when you reached the bottom floor, serving a wink before walking away.

And Matt, Dex's dark haired lawyer boyfriend with the red tinted glasses. You hadn't so much talked to Matt as much as you had run into him, not paying attention as you walked down the hall one day and completely crashed into him. It had been embarrassing and entirely your fault, with you offering apologies and Matt making you laugh with a joke about him not watching where he was going.

They both seemed wonderful, and were absolutely gorgeous, but you felt you could never face them again.

It had been a Thursday night the first time, and you couldn't sleep even knowing you had work first thing in the morning. Midnight rolled around all too soon, and you continued to pass the minutes turning your pillow over in an attempt to get comfortable enough to sleep.

When the noise started, you ignored it. Those sounds were not ones meant to be heard by anyone else besides the people involved, and that didn't include you.

But it was difficult — the two men's moans mixing together as they pleasured each other, and the thin wall between your room and their's doing nothing to contain the noise.

You glanced at the clock as your hand slid down your stomach, tracing its way towards your navel as the sounds continued. You let out a small noise of your own when your hand rubbed against yourself, moving quicker and quicker in an attempt to relieve yourself of that pleasure building in your lower stomach.

They're easy to picture, Matt's kind smile and Dex's mischevious eyes. It's easy to paint the image of them in your mind, using it to fuel your pleasure.

You heard Dex moan out Matt's name one last time and you gasp, your hand seizing movement as you came in your underwear. The guilt settles in too quick for your liking, and you move to clean up and change your underwear quickly before settling back into bed.

The moment your head hit the pillow, you slept until your alarm went off hours later.

It wasn't an every night occurance, but often enough for you to start to loathe the two men and the impossibility of getting their noises out of your head. That doesn't stop you from bringing yourself to climax every time you hear them, though, using your fingers or sometimes your pillow as you try to provide some relief from the sounds the two men make.

You avoid them when you can, risking being late to work just to prevent an elevator ride between you and the two of them happening. You can't imagine meeting their eyes after one of those nights.

It's a Thursday when there's a knock on your door, though, and it shocks you. You hadn't spoken to anyone else on your floor, or anyone else in the building in general. You couldn't imagine who it could be.

You should've known karma would come back to get you.

It's Dex and Matt standing there when you open your door, with a plate of cookies held out to you.

Dex grins as you lock eyes, and you try to hide your first reaction the best you can. "These are for you."

"We know you're not one for interaction," Matt notes, "but we wanted to properly introduce ourselves."

The anxiety is building up in you, but you push it down, choosing instead to push your door open, stepping aside. "I have drinks in the kitchen?" you offer.

"Perfect." Dex holds out his arm for Matt to grab onto as he enters your apartment, heading for the kitchen.

You inwardly groan, shoving your anxiety down for just a few more minutes.

You're going to regret this.