#danny ocean

Tell me this is not about screwin' the guy who's screwin' your wife.

2 guys lifelong business partners (emphasis on partners) "smoking" cigars and walking is basically the vibe of all of danny and rusty's scenes

—In which rusty accidentally reveals his secret relationship with reader after a plan goes sideways.

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Everything went to shit the second the lights turned on.

Your gloved hands were just holding the Monet painting when the alarm went off, sending a shiver down your spine. You had been caught. The red flashing lights were all you could see now and you shared a quick look with Rusty, Danny’s voice shouting through your earpiece to “Abort! Abort now, we’re going plan Delta.”

You grabbed the Monet and held it tight to your chest like it was your damn child while you ran out of the Vault. The sound of the guards’ footsteps quickly reached your ears and you ran as fast as you could, adrenaline flowing through you and your heart pounding in your chest. You nearly slipped, but Rusty’s hand quickly shoot out to grab your arm, steading you. With one hand he was holding you, in the other he had his gun, his jaw clenched tight.

“Where the hell is Basher?”

“Right behind-“

BOOM.

The shotgun blast hit the wall next to you, making you widen your eyes, you both kept running. You were panting, the Monet still cradled in your arms and Rusty grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards the back exit door and up the emergency stairs.

The air on the rooftop was freezing, cold wind whipped your face as soon as you stepped outside. Your breath was heavy, but what mattered is that you were out, with the Monet in your hands.

Danny and Linus were already there, hidden behind the ventilation shafts, shouting through the comms.

But you didn’t hear any of it.

Your ears were ringing and you felt a wave of dizziness hit you, making you stumble. Blood was running down your black gear, more precisely down your left arm.

Rusty caught you before you fell.

“Hey- shit, shit. You’re bleeding.” He said, his voice panicking, while he held you. “Where?”

“I’m fine.” You lied, a little out of breath. “It’s just a graze.”

He shoved your sleeve up and took your arm in his hand. When he saw the burned flesh and blood seeping out of it, he clenched his jaw, immediately pressing his palm against it to stop the bleeding.

You hissed softly at the contact and looked away from him, trying to hide the pain you were feeling, but he gave you a concerned look anyway.

“I’m fine-” You repeated.

“Don’t lie.” He cut you off, slowly removing his hand from your arm, only to cuss when he saw the bleeding wasn’t stopping.

“We should’ve gone fucking plan B, I knew it. We weren’t-”

“We made it out, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” He snapped, louder than he meant to. “You’re not okay, and all of this over a fucking painting!”

Danny turned. “Rusty! What the hell is wrong with you?” He called him, but he didn’t even look up.

“We need to get her to the safe house, now.”

“She’s hit?” Danny’s voice grew concerned now. “How bad is it?” He stepped closer.

You tried to straighten, biting your lip not to hiss.

“Grazed.” You said quickly “Nothing deep.”

You were almost in Rusty’s lap now, he was focused on pressing his hand to your wound, but he looked extremely worried.

Danny’s face tightened, he flickered his gaze from you to his best friend’s expression, the way he was holding you and the way he hadn’t let go of you once.

And that’s when it clicked to him.

The looks. The tension. The protectiveness.

But he didn’t say a word, he simply backed off.

“Linus,” Danny said quietly “Get the van, five minutes. Bring the med kit.”

Twenty minutes later you were in the safe house bathroom with Rusty quietly cleaning your wound.

You looked at him, the way his brows were furrowed in concentration and his tense posture. You broke the silence.

“You gonna yell at me again?”

But he didn’t answer, he just kept wiping the blood, his jaw locked.

“…Rusty.” His hand finally stilled and he lifted his gaze to meet your eyes.

“It could’ve ended really badly. You could’ve died.” He paused. “I saw the blood and my heart just dropped. I didn’t care about the painting or the escape, you were the only thing on my mind.”

“But-“ You tried to speak, but he cut you off.

“No, let me finish.” So you stayed quiet.

“The thing is, I don’t know if that’s a good thing. Because the second that shot went off, my mind wasn’t on the job anymore, nothing else around me mattered in that moment, only you. And that’s how people get killed.”

You reached for him and he didn’t pull away, he simply leaned into your touch.

“I’m right here. Still breathing and annoying you.” You smiled at him and he laughed softly for a moment.

“Don’t scare me like that again.” He said, looking into your eyes.

And you almost said ‘I love you’, but the door creaked open, breaking the moment between you two.

Danny leaned in the doorway, looking at you and Rusty with his arms crossed.

You both froze.

“I’m not an idiot.” He simply said, “You two think you’re subtle, but you’re not.”

Silence.

“I’m not mad.” He added. “Not really.”

You and Rusty tensed less.

“But you tell me next time. Before I have to see my best friend losing his mind over my little sister bleeding out over a fucking Monet.

You smiled and Rusty nodded.

“You okay?” Danny asked you.

“Yeah, I am now.”

“Then, I’m going for a drink, pretend I didn’t watch two people I love almost die and someone else can figure out a way to explain to the client that their art is fine but technically covered in blood.” He turned and walked off, leaving you two in silence once again.

You looked at Rusty. “So…”

“…He knows.” He finished.

You smiled, then pulled him closer by his shirt. “Rusty.”

“Mh?”

“Are you okay?” You wanted to say so much more, but that’s the only thing that came out.

“Yeah, I’m just- You scared the hell out of me, I never want to lose you.” He said.

The room went quiet again, just the buzz of a streetlamp and your heartbeat in your ears. Then, you said it.

“I love you.”

Rusty’s head jerked slightly.

“I was gonna wait until we weren’t hiding or shot at or halfway to jail…” You laughed a little, “But, if that’s our life, I’d rather say it right now.”

Rusty’s face was soft now and he cupped your cheeks with his hands.

“I love you too.”

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