#privateoptimism

[itsfxckinpayday-blog]

(like-a-deer) “I saw his face, it was the face I love.”

An eyebrow slowly raised. When the girl came into his and Dallas’ office looking upset, he was ready to attack someone. 

He had sat her down in Dallas’ chair because the Mastermind was out on a heist -and hey, Hox really didn’t give a flying fuck about what he thought when there was an upset heister-especially a kid- in his midst.

But when she said that? That specific phrase? It left a gnawing feeling in his gut. “Y’love.. Jasmine-y’don’t mean.. Fawn, love, no..”

That kid was a hostage.

[staydownlittledingo]

“I leave the safehouse for a few weeks and we’re kidnapping random civlians now? Jesus fucking christ, what the hell has gotten into you drongo bastards?”

[like-a-deer]

@privateoptimism continued from here.

Oh dear. He didn’t like this at all. 

“They’re fairly nice to me, and I’ve lived here for a while, bu-”

Wait, he needed to be escorted? So that means he isn’t a new recruit, right? Well, the crew hadn’t mentioned anything to her about another captive. The only one she knew of was tied up in the guy from Miami’s room, but she never went in there.

She’d stopped by the room when she noticed this guy was upset, because she was worried.

She blinked out of her thoughts, offering the plate of food she was carrying.

 “Anyway... You-uh.. you hungry? I had to help them clean things up so I’m not really hungry, but Dragan cooked for me anyway..”

[the-wxlf-is-back-blog]

@privateoptimism continued from here.

The Hitman straightened his posture, watching the blade as well as the younger man’s hands and eyes. That hand was shaking. He was scared. He’s just a kid.

Or at the very least, that’s what what John was reading off him. John stepped a bit closer,- hand at the ready to grab if needed- and spoke sternly. “If that continues to be aimed at me, you won’t want that either.” 

[cptnterrorbilly-blog]

@privateoptimism​ ; continued from here

He took the outstretched arm as gently as he could, and was about to start poking around to see what was broken when Wyatt started apologizing.

“Ain’t your fault. Now I’m going to put pressure on your arm, so you just hold still and tell me where it hurts.”

BJ awkwardly patted the boy on his good shoulder before squeezing first at his wrist, then slowly, carefully, moving up his arm.

[masterminding-my-manners]

@privateoptimism continued from here

He couldn’t help a stifled chuckle at the sight as he strode over,  grabbing some of the mess and stacking them on the island counter; talking in a low voice to himself. 

“I’m gonna have to talk to the heisters about booby-trapping the fuckin’ cabinets again.”

Either Jimmy or Sydney had put away the dishes, apparently. Maybe Bodhi. Maybe Chains.. Hell it could’ve been several of them if he was honest. 

“You alright?”

[zenithbold-blog]

@privateoptimism got Alex Mercer & Street Fight because SOMEONE doesn’t want to play by the rule: Eric Johnson.

   “ Take a step back. “ Alex doesn’t like the looks of this kid. A military vibe and goo-goo eyes that made memories of marines and Blackwatch alike bubble to the surface, they registered as both prey and not-prey. Frustrating. Though they have a gun on him, Mercer knows he won’t be able stomach consuming them too. Doesn’t mean he won’t break a few bones if they decide that they don’t want to let him loose to wreck more havoc.  “ Nothing’s gonna kill me, nothing’s gonna stand in my way. “

[like-a-deer]

Wyatt catches Jasmine carrying a freshly tailored dress suit, perfect for her size. Now he's curious. "What's the special occasion?" //l ook... jasmine in a suit. heck yes.

Jasmine’s caught off guard for a moment, as she was spaced out about upcoming heists. She jumps slightly before turning to answer.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry. They figured I needed to wear one to match them. Although, I’ve seen three of the others at least not wear suits at all..”

Trailing off, she holds it up to herself, studying the look in a mirror. “I hope I actually look good in these, never really worn them before.”