#about plzu

[plzu]

hi!!

i figure it doesn't hurt to make another one of these (and, like, pini it). i have been on tumblr for over a decade, at this point, but only just recently (within the past year or so??) got back into writing fic. and since most of my new followers are here because of fic, i decided to make a (new-ish) introductory post.

i am delighted to be referred to as plzu. my friends are more than welcome to call me by my name. i am at the tail-end of my 20s which is crazy because i have only felt 25 since i turned 25.

my masterlist is currently up-to-date. i guess it should be stated that i do, mainly, write for Adrian Chase/Vigilante. but i have (and will most likely to continue to) dabble in: the mandalorian, mcu stuff, tasm!peter parker.

while i'm reluctant to say that i am on hiatus (on account of i am chipping away at my large iced americano series), there is a pause in fic updates as i am in the middle of packing for a move!! i move end of the month, which i am so so so berry excited about. and once i move i will be prioritizing un-packing and whatnot over writing, and art.

art! i do draw. art has always been my #1 passion, writing secondary to that. life & general personal shit got in the way of making it my career but i'm still here bitch but i don't think i'll ever stop drawing. i am at my most happiest when i'm drawing, tbh, and it's a shame i cannot do it more.

this post is getting long, so, sideblogs under the cut if y'all wanna take a gander:

@exuber is an old (old) writing blog that i've now re-purposed into a fanfic reblog-blog. all of my old writing (non-fanfic!) are still there. i won't delete them. but i now exclusively use it to reblog every fanfic i come across that i really like. note: while i'm still reblogging fics to main, i have more or less stopped reblogging pure smut to main. only plot-heavy smut fics have a chance of cutting it to main, tbh, but all smut are now being unapologetically reblogged to exuber.

@wearybear is an aesthetic/inspo blog. i do not tag for shit on this blog. it is for me & me only BUT if you like pretty pictures (my definition of pretty, at least) then have yourselves a looksie.

@plzudraws is my art blog. it's, like, not actively being updated. i usually post all my art here and then reblog to the art blog lul

anyways. i love y'all, or whatever. please eat and stay hydrated!!

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[moonpascaltoo]

ADRIAN CHASE / VIGILANTE

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all adrian chase stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

MASTERLIST • DC MASTERLIST • 05/13/24

@bingoboingobongo ✰ complex simplicity pt2 Adrian has to share a room with her, and he’s not sure how he feels about that.

@plzu ✰ large iced americano Adrian needs a pick-me-up before he can scout the night as Vigilante. The barista in the new coffee shop is someone he hasn't seen since high school.

@seancekitsch ✰ hot to go Rick knows he shouldn't shit where he eats. Rick knows Waller would demote him in a second if she knew he was letting you and your de facto guard dog have special privileges on this mission. Rick knows he shouldn't take you up on your offer to play a game. (rick x reader x adrian). ✰ can i ask you a question?

@lysenfeu ✰ it’s his birthday The 11th Street kids take Adrian out to celebrate for his birthday and try to set him up with the cute bartender. ✰ helluva drug A civilian gets caught in the crossfire as Vigilante busts a drug operation outside Evergreen and they both get exposed to a strange new substance.

@bippot ✰ slumber party Had Vigilante intended to find the missing Mayor's daughter? No, but he wasn't going to admit that. He'd completed the 11th Street Kids' mission entirely by himself and found himself caring for the kidnapped girl. ✰ masterlist

@vigilvntes ✰ vigilante hotline You text in to Vigilante's 'Vigilante Hotline' after a bad encounter at the club. ✰ masterlist

@whirlybirbs ✰ flavour of the week you patch adrian up. feelings come to a head. adebayo just hopes you two don’t fuck on her desk, y’know?

@training4theapocalypse ✰ never been kissed You're a PI who joins the 11th Street Kids after a chance meeting with John Economos on the dark web. Unfortunately for you, your ex-friend-with-benefits Vigilante is here too.

@tropes-and-tales ✰ 5+1 Five Times Vigilante Definitely Does Not Have Feelings (and the One Time He Does)

@golden-grapes ✰ bet on it You bet that there’s no way Adrian’s oral sex skills measure up to his boasting. He takes you up on it. (pt2&3 linked on first part)

@multifandomfanficss ✰ home is wherever you are After accidentally time traveling to the year 1994 you try to lay low until you’re rescued, so you don’t change the future. When an overworked newly divorced waitress asks you if you would like to nanny her kids and their friend in exchange for food and a place to sleep you wonder what’s the worst one family could do to effect the timeline. You never expected to find your boyfriend’s 3 year old self, his 12 year old brother, 13 year old Christopher Smith. ✰ fuck you Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.

@jeysbvck ✰ the bet You and Adrian make a bet during a drunk night out.

@nptnewr ✰ window repair Adrian Chase has a significant other…however, his friends don’t believe him? Except for when he gets hurt, calls you, and is dragged into your house via window! ✰ glasses Just three different scenarios about you and Adrian’s glasses 

@ichorai ✰ dinner and diatribes the two of you only brought the worst out of each other, but you just couldn’t stay away.

@starforgedthor ✰ when you become untouchable After earning yourself several life sentences and a one-way ticket to Belle Reve in your early 20s, you've spent the decade and a bit since then establishing yourself as a loyal and effective tool for Waller and her team.

@berrieluv ✰ you frustrate me incredible Adrian is used to talk a lot, and for his good luck, he found someone who can keep up with everything he has to say. He knew his girlfriend would never get tired of him, but sometimes he has to listen too, something he doesn't know how to do.

@zo3mess ✰ laundry girl Laundromat is usually empty so late at night except for Adrian, until it isn’t. But there is no reason for him to get nervous around his new laundry buddy, right?

@sandy-the-glader ✰ secrets Adrian is going through a box of your guy's old stuff and comes across your old assassin suit. He asks about you and your past with crime and he just has one question. Why?

@lunaticsandidiots ✰ fennel fields forever you’ve worked at the same restaurant as adrian chase for a long time. it turns out the both of you have been harbouring some pretty big secrets.

@theowritesstuff ✰ vigilantes hot You tell Adrian what you really think about Vigilante

@jangofctts ✰ hot venom pt2

@strangelure insult to injury

@violetrainbow412-blog ✰ friendship ✰ a horrible nightmare ✰ forks part 2 ✰ there's no wrong time to rock part 2

@honeycombstrawberry ✰ as long as you love me adrian goes out of his mind with jealousy, but it's his own fault nobody knows you're together in the first place. ✰ another ruse you and adrian hatch a scheme to steal food for the team, but things don’t go quite according to plan when adrian gets jealous regarding your choice of bait. ✰ answer the call when adrian gets home and you aren't there, he can't assume the worst, because if the worst has happened, then he thinks he might lose his fucking mind.

@strangelure ✰ no time for smart choices

hopefully all links work, if not let me know <3

[starforgedthor]

when you become untouchable {Vigilante / Adrian Chase} // nine

nine. no crime in being kind.

Summary: during your first mission for project butterfly, you're the only one that knows you've been tailed by a certain local menace to society. arguably your favourite menace to society. so you go to hang out when things get dull.

Need to Know: She/Her pronouns. villain!meta-human!reader. self depricating reader. chaos. implied dehumanisation. canon typical violence. heavily implied smut. slowish burn.

A/N: i know its been eight months. i have no excuse. i still think about this fic. i love vij and the reader here but they might be inconsistent idk lol. you understand, it's been a while. ANYWAYS, please let me know what you think!!

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Taglist: @16boyfriends-and-me @a-girl-who-loves-disney @amysuemc @generalfoolish @idkanymoreaboutlife @home-of-disaster @2guysonascooter @demure-doll @grippleback-galaxy @demeterdavis @specificpuppy @gay-cold-brew @siberianallen @evvilspawn @bright-cherry-bombzz @simping-4-jason-todd @girlinchair @blackwatxr @plzu

Taglist is always open, feel free to message or comment to be added! xx

Problems began the moment Peacemaker was handed his gun, and he realised it didn't have a Dove of Peace on it, the same way all of his personal weapons must have had.

"Get me a Dremel -" you offered in the face of Chris's rising frustration, the only one willing to tolerate his antics in this moment.

"Do I look like I have a fucking Dremel?!" He hissed back furiously, clearly not thrilled with your suggestion. Harcourt flatly offered to get a marker for him to draw one on, but Chris still didn't exactly seemed pleased with the solution; "the most important part of killing someone, at least to me, is the goddamn Dove of Peace! Can you even draw a Dove of Peace?" He demanded to know from you.

It takes you a moment to suggest pulling one right from his memories, that you could draw with one hand and hold his hand with the other to get it perfect. While he hesitates for a moment, by now he seems willing enough to trust you, which is honestly more than you got from anyone else these days.

So that's how you find yourselves while the others, the ones who 'weren't potential liabilities' got the rest of the site and it's equipment set up.

Chris lay in the grass, one hand behind his head, the other resting in the space between the two of you, while you pulled your gloves off, his sniper rifle in your lap, something jabbing your back pocket that you ignore for the time being, and the marker beside you.

Taking his hand, his life and memories rush over you. While you'd done this before with Chris, to stitch up his wounds the other day, the memories always feel fresh. There's a moment of genuine shock as the newer memories include you, wanton and breathless and stark naked between him and Vigilante, but at least his thoughts were complimentary, if incredibly vulgar. It was more that you'd never get used to seeing yourself in that situation from an outside perspective. Still, you tried to ignore those and focus on the other Doves of Peace from his weapons.

Technically you could just take the memories of the Doves no longer need to be in contact with him, but there's something about this moment, this cool afternoon and him relaxing in the sun, holding his hand and drawing a pretty decent Dove on his rifle, that would probably be very nice if you weren't all here to commit murder. Something about the way Chris was perfectly content in this moment for you to hold his hand, happy for you to have free reign on his memories and experiences, no shame and with complete trust. Even Harcourt took years to develop that kind of trust. Despite his reputation and attitude at times, you were genuinely glad to be able to call Chris your friend.

Harcourt finally joins you both when you're handing over the rifle, and Peacemaker's giving begrudging compliments about the last-minute Dove addition. It pitters off into general small-talk before Chris asks you if you've been around this area before.

"I'm usually not allowed in Washington," you mused, knowing you still had a long time to wait before the targets to arrive, "especially not this part, considering the amount of important people that live within, like, a ten mile radius of here," you gestured towards the targets' house, "Senators and stuff, you know? But isn't it beautiful -"

"I need you to be like forty percent less Disney on this stakeout," Harcourt rolled her eyes at how you'd chosen to phrase the factoid about yourself, "why are you even out here, shouldn't you be in the van with the others?"

"I hope not, there's barely room as it is," Economos's mutter comes through the line and you beam at Harcourt.

"And you're my favourite," you coo at her, voice syrupy.

"Tell us what you really think," from Harcourt's other side you hear Peacemaker's snicker.

"Seriously, Chaser, where are you meant to be- Murn," Harcourt goes back to her headset, "where is she meant to be?"

"We're literally just killing time, they're not due for hours -" You pitched yourself back against the grass with a groan.

"What do you mean you're usually not allowed in Washington?" Peacemaker speaks up, however back to the thought you'd had just a few moments ago.

"Technically," you started, looking up at the sky through the dappled leaves, "I'm not allowed anywhere that isn't Belle Reve, you know?" You huffed a strange little laugh at that, "but the rules on where I am and am not allowed to be kind of change depending on where I'm needed." Silence filled the air for several long moments, "there's lots of people in Washington; I've found a lot of people in Washington, and I don't know where they are now-"

"Okay," Harcourt says sharply, and your gaze snaps to her. From her pocket she pulls a zip-tie, and she doesn't even have to say, "go be Disney somewhere else for a bit, Cujo," for you to take it and loop it around your wrist.

It takes all of five minutes of wandering around the surrounding shrubbery for you to feel the pressure of the item you'd stuffed in your back pocket before leaving the hotel that morning.

The fucking multitool.

It was still light out, nobody was talking to you directly over the comms, it was just a little, silly thing for you to entertain yourself with, no-one would care -

Except with your glove half-off and the multitool against your hand, you could feel that it's owner, Adrian Chase - that fucking busboy, Christ if Vij ever ends up actually telling you his name you're going to have to live with the embarrassment of never having connected those dots - was much closer than you'd anticipated.

Still, considering you knew how you felt about Vij and Adrian when you believed they were different people, there was something strange about knowing they're not, especially when Vigilante clearly went to great lengths to hide his identity. You reasoned that if you could earn his trust, he'd tell you himself, and so you didn't want to know it until then, at least if you could help it.

So you take a moment to store the information of his location in your mind, which is the first step that lead you to getting the name The Chaser in the first place, and pulled your glove back on properly. Contact broken between your palm and the tool you now clutched in gloved hands, all you knew is where he was, and that it was definitely within walking distance.

"I'll be back! I'm exploring!" You hollered, and we're met with dismissive mumbles. The multitool was clutched tightly in your hand.

There's a maroon Sebring a quarter mile away that you know Vigilante has ducked down behind before you even properly see it.

"You and I both know what my powers are, Vij," you sighed after turning your mic off.

"I still want to ask how you found me," you hear, "but only because that's how this kind of dialogue usually goes."

"Chaser isn't just a vanity title," you found yourself grinning, leaning on the hood of his car. Vigilante pops up, and you like to imagine him looking miffed. You offer his multitool with a blithe smile, "you should also take this if you don't want me to be able to find you again."

"Why are you out here?" He asks slowly, taking the multitool finally. You breathe a sigh of relief, climbing to sit on the hood of his car.

"I was bored," you told him honestly, before adding, "also I almost gave that away, I know you said I should keep it but really it's in safer hands with you."

"To who?" Vigilante asks finally, and when you ask if he has any snacks instead, he offers a protein bar from the box in his back seat. He's got binoculars, and a shitty radio with the other having been stashed near the others.

"What do you mean?"

"Who did you try to give the multitool away to?" Vigilante clarifies. At that you lean back against his windscreen, scrubbing your eyes with the heels of your palms.

"I know his name," you groaned with frustration, "he told me!" You actually whined, before the idea came to you, "you're from around here aren't you?"

"I- uh-"

"At Fennel Fields, you literally bought us lunch from there the other day, starts with A, around my age, he's -" Vigilante is frozen beside you when you turn to him, his arms are crossed so tightly over his chest it looks painful, "Vij, your dick has been inside me, and I'm pretty sure you used to get off to the idea of fighting me-" he loudly spluttered protests at that, but you continued, "you are not allowed to judge me -"

"For what- why?! I'm not judging you!" He crowed, and you puffed out your cheeks for a moment.

"Seriously, you're not allowed to judge me, or tell Chris about what I'm about to say, he's already a judgemental bitch about my taste -"

"What does that even mean?"

"Don't worry about it," you blurted quickly before powering on, "the bus boy, the cute one with the face and the - don't fucking judge me, Vij - the nice hands, good handshake - Adrian!" You lit up, as the name finally found you.

"What?"

"His name is Adrian!"

A long silence follows.

"Why would you save something like that?"

"Save?"

"Like with your powers."

"He told me, and I remembered it, like a normal fucking person," then, after a long moment, you couldn't help but point out, "you sound weird, Vij," you smile slyly, "don't be jealous, you're still my favourite from around town."

"Peacemaker is-"

"I adore Chris but not only does he bully me but he also knows you're my favourite and bullies me about it."

"But I'm Peacemaker's best friend, I can't be your best friend -" Vigilante was beginning to sound distressed, and immediately you tried to assure him.

"No, dude I know, it's okay, I'm not asking you for anything, I have a best friend, it's Harcourt -"

"Is she the one who tried to veto our friendship -?"

"You called it a friendship!" You crowed with delight, "I win! We're friends!"

"Yeah, obviously," Vigilante snorted. A far more comfortable silence fell over the two of you, and you opened the protein bar. Then, out of nowhere, he leans over enough to bump your shoulder with his.

"You've got a crush on a bus boy, you're so lame!"

"Oh god," you groaned, "you're not jealous, you're just a nosy bitch like Chris," you shoved him back, "and who I do or do not have a thing for is actually none of your business, Vij."

"Actually it kind of is," he sounds like he's stifling a laugh.

"Why? Has Chris said something?"

"About what?" He seems genuinely confused for the moment, but it piques your interest. Why would Vigilante feel like your feelings are his business if Chris hadn't mentioned your possible crush on him?

Still, as neither of you seem to be able to elaborate one way or the other, a comfortable silence settles between you as you sit side-by-side on the hood of his car.

"I thought you only knew how to find someone when you were in contact with a thing of theirs," Vigilante mused, inspecting his multitool carefully for a long few moments. Considering how surprisingly forthcoming you usually were about your powers and how they worked, the sudden silence he's met with actually surprises him.

When he looks to you, for the first time he can remember, there's a cold, calculating look in your eyes. It's the first time he'd felt like you came close to resembling your reputation.

"Why?" There's no humour, nothing light; he doesn't quite understand what nerve he's struck, but clearly it's an unexpected one.

"Uh," he's at a loss, momentarily fumbling for the reason he'd brought it up in the first place, while you're laser-like focus never sways from his face, "I thought you were wearing your gloves when you found me," he points out, before he looks back at the tool, "but that's what you do, right? You have to have skin contact - like, your hand has to have skin contact with the thing of whoever you're chasing down, and then you know them and you kill them," his frown grows deeper as he considers how you'd arrived, muttering to himself, "that can't be right..."

"You're very observant." Your voice has that strange, cool tone, and there's sirens going off in the back of his head that he's in immediate danger. He can feel his tool belt heavy on his hips, wondering if he'd be fast enough to stop you if you sprang at him. But you're too close, sitting shoulder to shoulder on the hood of his Sebring; if you attacked, he can't trust that you don't have some form of plan, some kind of weapon or training assistance in your pockets. There's a moment when he wonders if this is where he dies.

"You know the owner of whatever you touch, right? And their position and the thing's whole history and whatever, you know that while you're in contact with it, right?" He tries to keep his tone light, like he can't see the way your pupils have grown dark and wide and searching.

"Right," you say slowly.

"Well parts... Parts of this conversation, I don't think would make sense if you knew that much about me," he admits easily, leaning back on his elbows, repositioning himself to appear more casual while his taser became more easily accessible.

"And...?"

"I won't tell, you know?" He shoots for casual, and angles his head just a little further towards you, enough to see your eyebrows slowly rise, "that you like me so much you wanna know my location forever. You saved it, and you're embarrassed that I figured out how much you like me." He's spelled it out. Stated in no undercertain terms. Sure, he dressed it up in something light and teasing, but you both knew now that he knew that you could retain more than just memories; that much, he concluded, wasn't information you were quick to broadcast.

Despite his teasing, light tone, he watches the way your expression shifts. His fingers twitch towards his toolbelt in anticipation; if you were going to kill him, now would be the time.

Your expression, however, slides from cold, to genuine surprise, to uncharacteristically thoughtful, before you scrunch up your whole face with a bashful smile.

"I can give it back," you tell him, expression still squished, eyes still closed like you don't want to look at him, to see him looking at you, "I should have given it back before I gave the tool back to you, I'm sorry," your expression smooths out, eyes opening with something faintly exasperated and apologetic as you look at him, "it's weird, I must seem so weird, I'm sorry, I can -"

"Why didn't you?" It's not accusatory, he's genuinely enquiring. Your rambling stops, and you give a little half-smile, as if there's some kind of joke he's not privy to.

"I think there's something I don't want to know about you."

"That you got from my little, tool thing?" At his question, you nodded, still wearing that smile, "but you knew who I was when you held it?" Another nod from you, "but you didn't think that was important to save, like, all things considered?"

After a very long moment, you took a deep breath, looking over your other shoulder to the woods from which you'd emerged. Vigilante sits back up, resting his elbows on his knees, reasonably sure you weren't going to attack him.

"You're okay with knowing my location at all times, but don't think it'd be important to know my name?"

"I can give it back," you insisted again, still not looking at him. This time, however, you offer a hand towards him. For a long moment, he looks at your open, gloved hand, and frowns.

"If you don't want to know about me, you should give it back," he sounds almost sulky as he rummaged through his pocket for the tool.

"I didn't think it'd be as damning as your name," you admitted lightly, turning to look at him, amused.

"Well you'll probably be able to figure out where I work, where I live, where I patrol -" he's sounding grumpier by the second as he practically slams the tool into your waiting hand, still rambling, "Google maps is free, it's not a very big town, and I can't control what you do with your days off -"

"I wouldn't stalk you!" The way you laughed made it sound like you found the very notion absurd.

"So even if you do have the means to find out who I am, you won't even bother?"

"I'm sorry," you scoffed, "are you offended right now?" Removing your glove you both fall silent as your fingers close around the multitool. Vigilante immediately stiffens beside you, gaze snapping to your face, only to see your eyes squeezed shut, expression reading almost embarrassed.

"Ah, fuck, take it, I'm an idiot -" you tell him after barely a moment, taking the tool with your gloved hand, holding it out. Eyes still closed, you appear to be wincing.

"What just happened?" He asks, clearly confused.

"I probably found the thing I didn't want to know," you cracked your eyes open, expression still a little pained, "which was probably reliving me trying to awkwardly give it away as a tip to that poor busboy in excruciating detail, the way my powers like to show everything."

"What?"

How- why- surely you knew he was that busboy, right?! You'd just been in contact with his multitool, you must know he's Adrian Chase, that very same busboy, who's definitely taken that very tool to work in his back pocket at least three times before -

Granted, Adrian knows he's not the best at reading people in situations like this, but he's pretty sure that if you were operating with the knowledge of who exactly he was, you wouldn't be reacting like this.

"Seriously," you wave the tool at him a little more insistently, "it doesn't take me long to give back things like that, you can go and get lost if you want, and I'd never be able to find you," you hesitated for a moment, "well, not using my power. There's still conventional methods, you know?" After another moment of deliberation you add, "but they haven't caught you yet!"

Vigilante takes the multitool, quickly stashing it back in his pocket.

"So you've had the ability to know my secret identity ever since we first met, pretty much, and you haven't even bothered?" Again, he sounds strangely offended.

"I didn't think you'd want me to?" You frown, confused.

"I don't, but still!"

"I wouldn't violate your boundaries just because I can!" And while Vigilante babbled out half-protests, clearly having not thought about it from that angle, you sit back, "and learning your secret identity with my powers would just cause so many issues I don't want to deal with now," you continue talking, listing off the issues without giving him a chance to interject; "one, you're my friend and this would mean you'd probably never trust me again, which would be a bummer and a half, two, I'd have zero plausible deniability, not that anyone's asking me to identify you in a line-up, but like, in our line of work, if I knew who you were and I saw you on the street and had even a slight reaction, that could be bad, and three," you sighed, taking a moment to breath, "interacting with you, knowing your identity, and knowing you didn't want me to know it, that kind of unbalanced dynamic in a friendship it feels like -" you searched for the word, but Vigilante cut in, tone surprisingly understanding.

"Meta-gaming."

After a beat of silence, you frown and remind him you don't play videogames. Laughing, he shakes his head, tone having brightened considerably.

"No, it's from- well, I know it from D&D, but I think it's a thing in most tabletop role playing games like that; like say our group, in the game, has split up, and my character's in a tavern hitting on some hot elf, and then we have to focus on some of the other characters, who have just found out from someone else in the bar that the hot elf is here to see her half-elf son, and they put two and two together and realise she's my estranged mom or something, and I, as the player, have heard all this because the entire group of players is sitting around my friend Alec's table in his basement, but my half-elf character wouldn't be aware of this development. I can't just be all like 'ew gross you're my mom' in character, because my character wasn't with their characters in the game when they found out. I'd be operating on information I logically shouldn't know; meta-gaming." He shrugged for a moment, looking out ahead and stretching, seemingly pleased with the surprisingly fitting explanation, "I don't know, I get it can be hard to not meta-game when you have the information and can't get rid of it, and maybe some people feel more powerful or secure or whatever having that information, but I don't think it's as satisfying for my character, you know?"

"I know -" you say, quietly.

"There's no -" and he's halfway through his next sentence before he'd registered what you'd said, and it finally hits him as his final words trail off - "... fun in that."

"Exactly," and you're wearing this soft, gentle smile as you look at him, and he can't quite believe it's taken him this long for it to actually make sense.

"You haven't been doing a bit; you - Chaser, Y/N - you like me as a person. You like being around me." His bluntness leaves you flustered, but you try to laugh it off, having though that you'd made as much clear already. He still seems to be in shock from this revelation, however - "you don't benefit from being close to me, I've straight up admitted to fantasizing about killing you for years, you... want to be my friend," he paused, "like normal people do." His tone was soft but otherwise unreadable, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

"Sorry, I know all things considered, that's probably really weird, and like, borderline impossible," you admit with a self-conscious laugh.

"All things considered, you're putting in a lot of effort," Vigilante hesitates, "more than I realised." Then, "you're good at being a friend, aren't you?"

"Yes, but I'm good at everything," you answer automatically, sounding like your mind is far away, quoting someone else, "that's the point of me." After a moment, you seem to come back to yourself, and give him a smile, "but I'm trying, so thanks."

And neither of you quite knows where to go from there. There's so much more you want to say, but again, all things considered, there's no way it'd be the right time to bring any of it up. It's too early in the friendship for anything more. Yet. Hopefully.

You know you should head back. Your comms have been blinking a red light at you for the past three minutes, if you didn't answer soon, Harcourt would probably send Economos or Adebayo out looking for you, and you didn't want to get Vigilante caught.

So, you jumped from the hood of his car, stretching, breaking the moment.

"Cool, just came by to drop off the multitool, I should head back," you announce nonchalantly, leaving Vigilante to catch up on the mood shift.

"Uh, okay, sure -" he nods, "be, uh, safe or whatever? Good luck?"

You're already headed back the way you came, and you throw a wave over your shoulder as you click your comms back to life -

"- five-to-one odds she's dead somewhere, probably roadkill," is the first thing you hear, from Peacemaker of all people.

"I'll take those odds," Economos snipes back, and you debate whether or not to pipe up, or stay quiet and see if John could make some money off of Chris and his bullshit about you. Ultimately, however, you knew you had to interject.

"I appreciate the show of support, John," you answered cheerfully, which only ignited everyone else in the chat, berating you on being gone with your comms off for at least fifteen minutes.

"I'm sending Economos to come and get you," Harcourt sounded less than pleased, once the outrage had died down, despite John's protests -

"Why me?!"

Glancing over your shoulder, you knew it would be too close for comfort for Vigilante.

"Sure," you answered easily, "I can show him where I shit in the woods."

Silence.

"The fuck?" From Economos.

"Yeah," you continued blithely, "what did you guys think I was doing?"

"Not shitting in the woods!" Harcourt countered without missing a beat, "what is wrong with you?!"

"Don't answer that," Economos added, before you got the chance, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"When in Rome -" your response was infuriatingly mellow.

"- shit in the woods?" Adebayo sounded like she couldn't quite believe the situation at hand, and you snorted.

"I feel like I have a better understanding of bears now, spiritually," after a beat you added, "thought it might help with the mission."

"Why would it help with the mission?" Economos groaned.

"The Berenstain Bears?" You reminded them all.

"They're not the kind of bears that shit in the woods," Adebayo sighed deeply.

"And they're just code names!" Economos crowed with frustration at your continued antics. Still, when you get back, no-one asks where you've been, and no-one seems to want to investigate your absence further.

[impyssadobsessions]

I'm so glad we're talking about moon knight and Danny Phantom it's such an underrated crossover.

You can thank my Comic Anon for that~ But yes! Now that I'm learning about it, I think it be such a fun crossover! I think its where Moon Knight isn't as commonly known, but im a sucker for those dynamics! Anyways , more dp and other hero crossovers >:O plzu ... i gotta learn a bunch... LOL maybe I draw it and see if it sparks.

[captainmullin]

BRING IN THE SPICY! >:3 In the meantime, may I ask for "Someday I could wake up and this will have been a wonderful dream. So for now I'm going to invade your space with love and snuggles, so I have something to remember." With Seofon plzu. There's practically nothing with this man except your blog. ;w;

I can absolutely do that one for Seofon! He deserves some hugs uwu

You were exhausted from the day’s events, from working with merchants to dealing with about a million monster fights. You were eternally grateful for the crew you had, but it seemed like you had to shoulder the brunt of the work most days. 

Collapsing onto your bed, you hardly had time to notice Seofon entering your room to provide an update on crew activities. He looked weary as well. Upon seeing your tired expression, he set the papers he had down then took a seat next to you on your bed. 

“Bad day?”

“...Yeah.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder and Seofon gently rubbed your back, a gesture more than welcome. You sighed then closed your eyes. The leader of the Eternals held you for a few moments then brushed some of your hair out of your eyes in an attempt to soothe you. 

“Thank you, Seofon.” You murmured, drifting off into sleep. Seofon just smiled and kissed your nose. 

“Is there anything else I can do?”

You sighed once more and, to his surprise, pulled him close and began to run your fingers through his hair: “Someday I could wake up and... this will all have been a wonderful dream. So for now I’m going to invade your space with love and snuggles, so I have something to remember.”

Seofon let out a small laugh at your statement but obliged and moved in closer, allowing you to do as you please. 

“Sleep well.”

[cursedjustice]

(From Tamamo~!)

[Send Sexy Pics Plzu] @goldengrailed

“I guess I should keep a pic like this safe from prying eyes. I mean innocent eyes.” She looked so cute but her wet t-shirt was doing things to him! No! he had to keep his mind pure! Think pure sword thoughts!

THINKS ABOUT USING A SWORD TO CUT THE FABRIC CONCEALING THOSE TIDDIES FROM THE SUN!!!

NO! BAD SWORD THOUGHTS! VERY VERY BAD SWORD THOUGHTS!

[jncera]

plzu replied to your post “i s2g there isn’t a single detail about my wedding my mom and i...”

omg this confused me cuz i thought you already got married and was wondering why your mom would still be mad even tho it's in the past... anyways congratulations!! all this stress will be worth it!

no you’re right! i did get officially married in march; this is for our wedding reception in a week. it’s confusing i know, but we chose to do them separately. 

but thank you! <3

[plzu]

i know i don't draw often enough to complain but i'm going to complain anyway. posting art -- from small sketches to speedpaints -- used to give me... such a rush of validation. i haven't gotten that here in years, since the porn ban. i stopped posting art altogether here once my mutuals left, because they were the ones with a better following and would actually reblog my art and get more eyes on it.

even twitter was fine. i'd only get about 10 likes but now i had to go and remove all my art from there bc of the AI stuff. tbh i shouldn't be on twitter at all but my friends are still on there, and i like to use it with them. (read more added to keep the post small and easy to scroll past)

instagram was the best place, but then i abandoned it for personal reasons. but it was truly the quickest way to get a deluge of positive reassurance that people liked my art. the support from my peers was just... it always felt so good.

i blame dA for all of this. if i hadn't discovered it when i was a kid, falling in love with all the cool art and then getting obsessed with sharing my own, i wouldn't still have that ITCH i get, when i draw something i really like and want to share it online for people to see.

and, like. part of me WANTS a proper dA replacement. but i know that even if we had one (i mean, pillowfort is nice), i wouldn't have the time or energy to try to build a proper following for my art again. it sucks, but i cannot Social Media the way i used to. it was hard to do while i was still in high school and college bc of my home life but now, while i have the home life that could support my constant social media presence, i don't have the work life for it lol. i don't even draw enough to keep profiles updated.

[starforgedthor]

when you become untouchable {Vigilante / Adrian Chase} // eight

eight. i'm out of my head when you're not around.

Summary: preparing for the first mission means the rest of the team finally gets to weigh in on your three friends... And meets them. Harcourt is less than impressed.

Need to Know: She/Her pronouns. villain!meta-human!reader. self depricating reader. chaos. implied dehumanisation. canon typical violence. heavily implied smut. slowish burn.

A/N: no I haven't forgotten about this fic I've just been suffering from ✨depression✨ but also written on my phone, unedited as always, and I'm so excited to get into proper content for reader and Vij!!! Let me know if you like it!

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Taglist: @16boyfriends-and-me @a-girl-who-loves-disney @amysuemc @generalfoolish @idkanymoreaboutlife @home-of-disaster @2guysonascooter @demure-doll @grippleback-galaxy @demeterl @specificpuppy @gay-cold-brew @siberianallen @evvilspawn @bright-cherry-bombzz @simping-4-jason-todd @hazzarights @blackwatxr @plzu

Taglist is always open, feel free to message or comment to be added! xx

The only person on the team who seems to look kindly on your fast-formed friendship with Peacemaker is Adebayo; she presented a cheerful, if stark, contrast to the others on the team and you always found yourself enjoying her company, even if she seemed vaguely wary around you.

"I'm not going to applaud you for doubling your number of friends," Harcourt tells you humourlessly the day you're all setting off to murder Senator Goff.

"Don't be shitty," you reprimand her, "I tripled my friends, not doubled." Adebayo and Peacemaker are in and out of the conversation as they head back and forth to the van with supplies.

"Tripled?" Adebayo asked with amused curiosity, and you found yourself beaming at her.

"I'm friends with Peacemaker's friend," you declared.

"Really going for quantity over quality here," Emilia said dryly.

"You can't say I'm a bad judge of character when you're the blueprint, sweet cheeks," you tell her raising your voice to make sure the two who just left still heard, and are glad when you yourself can hear both Adebayo and Peacemaker's amused noises. Smile turning sharp and a little mean, you don't even bother to turn around to face her where you know she's standing, you lean back where you're sitting cross-legged on her desk until you're leaning against her.

When you angle your head back to give her your best trickster smile, she glares down at you and the top of your head pressing gently against her sternum. However you still know its for show; if she wanted to move, wanted to let you fall from the desk and flat on your back, she's more than capable of it, but she doesn't.

"I know you're saying that to spite me," Harcourt mutters, playing at being irrate, which just makes you smile wider.

"Its not the worst thing I've ever done," you remind her, tone so bright it's easy to forget you're comparing light teasing to literal murder. But it makes her smile, like you knew it would, and where she's looking down at you, there's so warm in her eyes that you know so few other people ever get to see.

"Cujo," she calls you the nickname with such quiet warmth in a moment the others can't hear. A longstanding, teasing fondness, she gives a faint scratch just behind your ear, and for all the nickname sounds demeaning coming from anyone else, she says it with an exasperated kind of love.

But it's gone as soon as it arrived.

And Chris is back for another bag.

Emilia double checks the equipment you had helped load into travel cases while Adebayo and Peacemaker fall into a discussion about Peacemaker's distaste for homonculi. You had zoned out and were focusing on the warm laughter and soft, worn hands of the kind old lady who had sewn your gloves, basking in the pleasant memory while you tried to pretend like you hadn't gotten a good look at the tiny ship Peacemaker had brought back from the Butterfly's apartment. Because knowing your luck, somehow Harcourt would figure out you'd first seen it while wrapped in Peacemaker's scratchy sheets with both him and Vigilante, distinctly post-coital, while Peacemaker himself was lighting a spliff. There was not a single thing about that moment that you wanted Emilia finding out about, so you played dumb and thankfully Chris took the hint.

The dark satchel that sat at your side was your thoroughly stocked, checked, and double checked bag of medical supplies, while you held a small stack of textbooks in your arms, swinging your legs while you sat at the far end of the quickly emptying equipment table.

Peacemaker is yelling something just as Emilia tells you it's finally go time, and just as you're breezing through the door, Economos shoulders past you radiating fury and muttering that you have shit taste in friends.

"Don't be rude, John," you say lightly, not even bothering for more than a second to take his bad mood seriously...

Just as Adebayo points out Vigilante hiding behind the trash can just a few feet away. She's asking about who he is, while you're beaming and waving.

"You know him?" Both Harcourt and Adebayo ask you at the same time, with unnervingly similar tones.

"Fuck," Peacemaker sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "that's Vigilante, he's tryna be helpful," he said, sounding a little fed up and helpless. After a beat, you turned to Harcourt and her disdainful expression.

"That's my other friend," you see fit to explain brightly.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Harcourt groans.

"Yeah, but I'm Peacemaker's best friend," Vigilante offers.

"He's Peacemaker's best friend," you parrot, as if to reaffirm the statement.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Harcourt calls to Vigilante.

"What? I was just looking from behind a trash can, it's a normal thing to do!" Vigilante tries.

"The hell it is!" Harcourt argues back, before turning her disapproval on you, "absolutely fucking not; I'm drawing a line, Y/N, a line. Be friends with Peacemaker all you want, fine, your third friend can't be a trash-loitering guy in spandex."

"How would you know what's normal, you're not a psychiatrist," you found yourself scowling back at her, while Vigilante's voice began to overlap yours-

"Pretty sure you're not allowed to veto someone else's friends like that," he pointed out with a surprising note of irritation, continuing, as you yourself were, with no real regard or hesitation for the other, his words overlapping yours, "and seriously? Trash-loitering guy in spandex? It's mostly Kevlar, I'm like the safest friend she has here -" and your -

"What if his secret identity is a psychiatrist and he actually knows what's normal and what's not?" You posed to her, holding your own medical textbooks to your chest.

Emilia seems exhausted by you both, and takes a long moment to look between you, and Vigilante several feet away still by the trash can.

"If he's a psychiatrist, we're all screwed," she rolls her eyes, before looking to Vigilante, who seems to be two steps away from concededing and leaving, "get the fuck out of here," she orders, ignoring how you shake your head. Predictably, Vigilante doubles down instead of leaving, and you can't help but find the whole situation delightfully amusing.

Even when Peacemaker asks him to be cool, Vigilante is insistent.

"I just wanna make sure you're okay; I don't trust most of these people, and the one I do kind of trust is also literally the worst person I've ever met in my life who I don't think you should probably trust," its not intended as compliment, but you take it as such anyways, focused only on how he admitted he 'kind of' trusts you. It's more than you were expecting after hanging out a few times over the week... Honestly, you're so giddy from hearing that that you lose track of the conversation, at least until Vigilante is recommending that Peacemaker should befriend Adebayo to combat the rumours about him being racist, since it reflects badly on Vigilante, and all you can do is hang your head in exasperation. Vigilante's absolute lack of tact strikes again.

"Catch you guys later," Vigilante finishes candidly before taking off at a run. You wave after him, mostly because of the faces Chris and Emilia make in exasperation.

"Isn't that guy wanted on multiple counts of murder?" Economos finally joins them once more, spaceship in hand.

"That's Cujo's third friend," Harcourt offers flatly instead, her arms crossed. When you turn back, you see Economos giving you an evaluative look over.

"That checks out," he finally says with a firm nod, and heads into the van.

"You know what? I fully support you going after Vij, you guys deserve each other," Peacemaker says dryly as you tell him to shut the fuck up, the exact moment Adebayo asks what he means by that.

"Oh Y/N's totally got the hots for Vij," Peacemaker snorted like it was common knowledge.

"Please tell me he's kidding," Harcourt squeezed her eyes shut tightly, as if she's hoping that when she opens them this will all have been a bad dream.

"I like Vigilante as a person and I'm not used to my friends being openly enthusiastic about things," you stuck your nose into the air, tone pointed and you hear Harcourt's loud sigh, "I'm trying to figure out this new dynamic, Chris is just wilfully misinterpretating me because he's a jag."

"Whatever," Chris rolls his eyes, "neither of you know how to interact like a real human being half the time and you both probably think violence is a love language or some shit -"

"Are you jealous," you teased, much to Chris's spluttering, "don't worry, he's still your best friend." His spluttering grows louder and more indignant.

As you settle into your seat in the back of the van beside Adebayo, Murn, however takes the opportunity to look over you, expression hard.

"You're needed up front," he wastes no time giving orders, and your bright expression falters with confusion.

"Aren't we being briefed on the way-?"

"You'll download the mission from Harcourt-" Murn explains flatly, though he's interrupted by Peacemaker.

"Download?" Chris splutters with gleeful confusion, "dude, I bet she doesn't even know what that means!"

"I know what downloading means," you rolled your eyes, "I just don't get -" but Murn's holding a map out to you. Ah. You take the map with a far more sober nod, "I'll keep us on target."

"Why does she get to download while I sit through a whole briefing?" Peacemaker's voice has a touch of childish indignance to it, which only seems to irritate Murn further.

"Because you don't have the ability to download information directly into your brain via touch," Murn tells him sharply, "everyone in this team was selected for their individual skills and abilities, Smith, so her assignment is obviously different from yours, or would you like her to replace you as our hired gun?"

Chris's gaze flicks to yours for a long moment as his lips press into a thin, unhappy line, thoroughly put out by the threat. Mouth opening and closing wordlessly, you finally stand, map under one arm.

"Thank you," and though Murn graciously moves to let you pass, he also holds a hand up to grab your attention the minute you're on your feet. Everyone in the back of the truck is watching you both, waiting, captive in the silence. You don't step past him.

"You alright there, Mister Murn?" You asked, trying to keep your tone light. It's as if he forces his shoulders to relax.

"Yes, of course," comes out much more level than his previous words. The tension in the van eases. Economos starts the van. Then, finally, Murn reaches into one of the inner pockets of his jacket, pulling out a sealed plastic bag with a once-crumpled receipt inside, "Chaser, I will also need you to keep us all updated on the Senator's whereabouts; I was told this would be all you need."

"Like now?"

"You have two hands don't you?" He asked sharply, and you raised your free hand in apology, and to take the plastic bag wrapped receipt. As Murn takes your now empty seat, the van roars out of the parking lot with Economos behind the wheel, and you brush past Harcourt to sink into the passenger seat.

"Yikes," Economos mutters, quiet enough that only you can hear him, and in the front the two of you share a rare look of exasperated amusement.

"It's a big day for us all," you shrugged, already opening the sealed receipt. Economos is flicking through radio stations as Peacemaker has started a tirade of questions to the other three in the back.

"So what do you do with that?" Economos keeps glancing at the receipt you're holding out in front of you, and glancing back to the road, "and when are you gonna open that map? You're kind of my only GPS here." At that you heave a great sigh and tuck the receipt back into its plastic sleeve, and begin pulling off your gloves.

After confirming the destination, you let your eyes fall closed to focus on the map, still folded tightly in your lap. In your mind, however, it's sprawling and detailed, intimately familiar to you in a fraction of a second, route found as if it lights up on the map itself. Economos is the map's owner, and you smile faintly at how he'd mumbled complaints when Murn couldn't just 'buy it himself'.

Now came Part B of using your powers to navigate.

*Okay just a second -" you mumbled, eyes squeezed shut as if bracing. You gently rest your right elbow on the window where it has been rolled down, before reaching up to connect your fingertips gently to the metal of the van door above the open window -

the owner of the rental car was sitting some miles away eating yoghurt in his office and watching videos on his work computer, while all your senses felt like they were overwhelmed with the immediate sensations of the car as it drove, each minute movement in the engine, the gravel beneath the tires, the weight loaded in the back, the warmth of everyone in their seats, you can't see the road ahead but even with your eyes closed you can see out of each of the mirrors, can even see yourself grimacing at the edge of the passenger side mirror -

- every single road that's ever been driven in this van, every passenger, every moment and conversation, all the human moments and interactions hitting you while also giving you the mechanical sensations of the van itself, but even then the months it spent sitting on the showroom floor, the cold streamlined manufacturing process, the blistering, seeing heat as each individual part was forged from molten metal or other various components -

"Next left," tone sharp, you feel the uniquely intimate and altogether indescribable feeling as Economos' hands fidget on the wheel before he turns, and the rough sole of his sneaker as he eases back down on the breaks. But in your mind, one hand on the map and the other connected to the van, it's as if there's a GPS in your mind, knowing the exact distance you'd travelled, and how exactly it translates to the map in hand. Everything in your mind reeks of gasoline, you can feel it burning away, keeping you all going.

"You okay there?" It's Economos again. Eyes still closed, you can see at the edge of the drivers side mirror when he looks at you with concern. Vehicles were always overwhelming, though a very different kind of overwhelming to your textbooks; in a word, visceral. But thankfully, like the textbooks, you quickly get used to it.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you took a few deep, calming breaths, trying to fill your lungs with as much fresh oxygen as you could, despite gasoline, metal, and oil still permeating your senses. When he shouldn't asks if you should have your eyes open to be able to give directions, you assure him it's not necessary, "I know the exact distance and surgeon we've come from and exactly how far we need to go," after a beat, you can't help but give a humorous smile, "and it's disorientating."

"Disorientating?"

With the map still held with three fingers, you reached up to angle the rear vision mirror to more directly face him, giving you a better look at him for the moment.

"Hi John," you give a big, goofy grin but are still facing forward, your eyes closed. He squints at the mirror for a long moment, then turns to squint at you in the passenger seat - "careful, if the wind changes you'll be stuck squinting like that," you teased, much to his apparent shock. The moment you hear Harcourt snicker you angle the mirror to face her, only to see her looking right back at it over her shoulder.

"Can you get the receipt out of my pocket so I don't have to let go of the map?" At your request she nods, and you thank her brightly. Economos calls you unsettling, but you reposition the mirror so you can get the best vantage out the back anyways, and finally Harcourt presses the receipt into your hand by the map.

And immediately you know the receipt is months old, from a gas station, tossed aside and missed the bin and -

"Hey Murn?"

"Yes, Chaser? Have you got a read on the Senator's location," Murn enquires, tone as serious as ever.

"I mean I think so, I can extrapolate -"

"Extrapolate? What do you mean?" And he's coming up to the front of the van now, you can see him concern in the mirror.

"I can chase someone to the ends of the earth no issue, and I can tell you now, thanks to these," you shook the map and receipt that you had clutched in the one hand, "the exact location of the receipt owner to like, the foot, and how he's travelling in real time, so as long as Judo Master sticks close to the Senator then technically I can tell you where the Senator is."

"Judo Master?" Murn's brow furrows from what you can see through the mirror.

"Yeah, so for future reference, if you need me to track someone, you need to make sure it's something of theirs that I'm actually tracking," a long pause follows, Murn clearly taking his time mulling over this information, "third exit after the roundabout," you instructed Economos.

"You really were able to use that dirty, old receipt to track Judo Master?" Murn's tone is strange and unreadable, neither awed nor afeared, you're not sure what to take from it. So you nod. You inform him that Judo Master is currently travelling via plane, judging by his speed and altitude. Murn thinks for another long moment, then looks directly into the rearview mirror, nodding firmly.

"Good to know," and he retreats back to briefing Peacemaker. Something about the whole exchange felt like a test, though you don't quite know why.

For the time being, as the briefing finally got underway, you retreated into the van's history in your head, only speaking up to give Economos directions. At least once you'd gotten used to the memories you could pick and choose which ones to spend time and focus on; you had every song that had ever been played, whether it was the radio or CD or friends singing along at the top of their lungs down the highway, you at least had a range to choose from. Meanwhile you keep thinking you see a flash of a maroon Seabring in the distance behind the van -

"What 2000s pop song have you found this time?" Harcourt's wry amusement can be heard over the actual music saving the van from silence.

"This isn't -" Economos starts, but you interrupt him with a grin.

"It's a compilation disc, 2009, absolute jackpot," you kept bopping to the beat in the memory.

"Stone cold killer, ladies and gentlemen," Economos added sarcastically, which amused the rest of the crew as they saw you dancing quietly in your seat, eyes closed, one hand still clutching the map and receipt, the other drumming on the outside of the car with the window still down, "man if that dude by the trash really was the same dude wanted for murder, I can totally see why you became friends with him."

"Right?!" Peacemaker immediately insisted.

"Am I being insulted right now? Are you guys insulting me? Our Vij?" You frown a little, confused but still smiling. It takes Economos and Peacemaker a long few moments to realise that they don't really know either.

Just quietly, you choose to take it as a compliment.

[starforgedthor]

when you become untouchable {Vigilante/Adrian Chase} // seven

seven. i've been training like a palov dog (let my independence out to take a hike)

Summary: A second day off and little else to do you find yourself hanging out with the only other person you know in town who will be free. Thankfully Chris is a fan of Legally Blonde, so that's the rest of the day sorted!

Need to Know: She/Her pronouns. villain!meta-human!reader. self depricating reader. chaos. implied dehumanisation. canon typical violence. heavily implied smut. slowish burn.

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A/N: I promise there will be more of Vij & Reader in the coming chapters but we've gotta get there first. Anyways I love Peacemaker and Reader being friends, absolute fools I love them. Also I'm sorry if you're not a fan of legally blonde but I am and unfortunately for us all I am the writer.

Taglist: @16boyfriends-and-me @a-girl-who-loves-disney @amysuemc @generalfoolish @idkanymoreaboutlife @home-of-disaster @2guysonascooter @demure-doll @grippleback-galaxy @demeterl @specificpuppy @gay-cold-brew @siberianallen @evvilspawn @bright-cherry-bombzz @simping-4-jason-todd @hazzarights @blackwatxr @plzu

Taglist is always open, feel free to message or comment to be added! xx

"So we're what?" Peacemaker asked you flatly, looking up at the movie times on display above the awkward looking teen behind the counter, "buddies? We're buddies now?" He asked snidely, "fuck-?"

"I spent real, actual time last night reminding Harcourt that you're not the worst person she knows," you respond just as flatly, like its a warning, like you're half considering calling her up just to take it back. In the meantime, you've still got your neck craned to squint at the films for yourself... maybe something Disney?

"That's the good word you put in for me?" He frowns.

"How about Above All?" You ask instead of answering properly.

"That biopic about that pilot Wonder Woman had the hots for a hundred years ago?" Chris asked, rolling his eyes without waiting for an answer, "pass. I'm not watching a chick-flick."

"Not a fan of chick-flicks?" You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye with a slight, disbelieving smirk.

"I like certain chick-flicks," Chris clarifies dismissively, "but I'm not watching a historical chick-flick about Wonder Woman's probably now dead or geriatric boytoy. It's not a crime."

For a long moment you deliberate, turning to properly look at him, scrutinising him as he's doing thr same to the movie times in front of you both.

"What?" He finally asks, noticing your intense gaze.

"Legally Blonde."

"Is that a suggestion or a question?" He asks, voice flat and betraying his vague discomfort. Your smile widens just a touch.

"Both, I guess."

And so instead of the cinema, you and Chris spend arguably too much time in the snack aisle of the convenience store, make fun of the over the top flavours of soda, and get into an shouting match about the merits of Cool Ranch flavoured Doritos. At the front counter, Chris in his full Peacemaker uniform is loudly proclaiming he'd never eat any snack with Batman's face on the packet, while you're paying for the small hoard of food and cackling as you try to figure out what kind of snack Batman would want to sponsor. The poor server looks a little ill with nerves as he looks between the two of you and bags up the purchases.

"I should invite Vij," Peacemaker mutters, halfway back to his trailer.

"Oh?" You shoot for casual, as if your interest wasn't piqued quick enough that you're sure your ears pricked up like a dog's.

"I feel like he'd enjoy it," Chris muses, "or he's already a fan? I can't remember," he taps down his pockets with his free hand, "I should ask him anyways."

"Okay, yeah, cool sounds good," you nod, trying not to seem too eager, but evidentially it doesn't work.

"You're being weird," Chris says bluntly.

"No I'm not!" You fire back immediately, "I'm being normal- you don't even know me that well, I'm not being weird!"

"You're being totally weird, dude- is it because of the sex? Because that wasn't my intention here, I-" he holds up his hands as defensively as he's able, despite holding his phone in one and a grocery bag in the other.

"I'm not being weird because of the sex, fucking Christ!"

"I'm not tryna Netflix and Chill -"

"What?" You looked sharply to him with confusion.

"Netflix and chill," he said like it should mean something, "like we're gonna watch Netflix and we're gonna chill, but we're not gonna, you know, Netflix and Chill."

"That means nothing to me, is that a euphemism?"

"Yes, it's Netflix and Chill!"

"I don't use the internet, Chris!"

Immediately his frustration melts as he finds himself reminded once again of your modern cultural illiteracy.

"It means sex," he says easily, posture righting itself, "Netflix and Chill, it's like, sex but trying not to be obvious about it. But I'm not- trying to have sex with you that is. Again," he pauses, deliberating, "unless you're into it."

"Are you ever not an incorrigible horndog?" You rolled your eyes, to which he simply shrugged dismissively.

"Does Harcourt like Legally Blonde?"

"As a blonde she both hates and respects it in equal measure," you answer without even a moment of hesitation, "she has never put it on for her own enjoyment but she won't turn it off if it's already playing."

"So... I shouldn't ask you to invite her," he extrapolates after a moment. The way you huff through your nose with amusement is enough of an answer for him, and comfortable silence fills the space between you as he texts with one hand.

"You keep a lot of Harcourt's memories?" Finally, Chris breaks the silence, and while you do take a moment to replay the moment you have kept a copy of, you shake your head.

"Just the one."

"You kept a moment where she explains how she feels about Legally Blonde?" Chris snorts derisively, to which you can't help but frown.

"No, why would I keep that?" You hear yourself laugh, glancing at him in the morning sunlight. He squints back at you, confused, and before he can even open his mouth you realise what conclusion he'd jumped to - "you know I can still learn things and retain memories I haven't stolen, right?" At your sharply knowing tone, Chris tries and fails to mask his surprise; "Harcourt and I go back to before I was even caught; she's practically family to me, I know a lot about her because I asked."

This time there's an awkwardness as Chris doesn't seem to know what to say to that, and just seems thankful when his phone goes off. You catch a glance at his screen and see its a picture of Chris's hand where he's scritching the top of Eagly's head; you're pretty sure you've never seen an eagle look quite so pleased.

"Vij is working but asked that we not start the movie without him," Chris mumbles, "says he'll bring lunch if we wait."

"Done -" you answer immediately, "what lunch?" But you decide against it, "actually I don't even care, surprise me." Grinning at the prospect, you pull out your own phone as Chris replies.

[YOU WANNA COME WATCH LEGALLY BLONDE W CHRIS AND ME AND CHRIS'S FRIEND??] you message Emilia anyways, despite knowing the response you'd get. As expected, less than a minute later, she replies.

[fuck you.]

[i like the full stop. feels very formal.]

[anyways u down???]

[PM's friend is bringing lunch and ill tell u you're cuter than elle woods??]

[what friend??]

[y/n im literally in the middle of recon shit]

[what friend????]

[it's a mystery!❤]

[and by that I mean same friend from yesterday lol. no I don't know his name and I don't care he's bringing me lunch 🥰🥰🥰]

[how do you not know his name??]

Instead of any sort of real answer, you just tell Chris to smile and snap a photo of him beaming cheerfully, sending it to Harcourt and shoving your phone back in your pocket. It's buzzing with what you're sure is exasperated texts from Harcourt but for now you ignore it.

Back at his trailer and three beers deep into a sitcom whose references are going more over your head then they aren't, Peacemaker looks you dead in the eye and apologises for what he's about to say.

"You should preface your conversations with that more often," you tell him cheerfully, considering you had absolutely no way of figuring out what direction the conversation may be about to take. For a moment, considering your thinly veiled yet charmingly spoken insult, he frowns. A few feet away the show's laugh track goes off.

Then, surprisingly, Chris sits back with a shake of his head.

"Nah, don't worry about it," he mumbles awkwardly, trying to waive it off.

"But now you've got my interest," you sit up a little straighter in his old armchair, finally giving him your full attention. After a long, heavy moment of hesitation, Chris finally speaks.

"How did you and Harcourt meet?"

"At a bar on the South Side of Chicago, I was hustling some regulars at darts for a bit of fun, had no idea who she was but she knew all about me," you answer easily, pausing, though your smile was still in place, "was that really your question?"

"Why do you care so much about Vij?" He answers your question with another question, almost catching you off guard.

"Vanity, mostly," you lie easily and follow it with a laugh, "its been a long time since my reputation has been allowed to proceed me," but your heart's not in it, the words you'd rehearsed in your mind for an occasion such as this, but then as soon as you start properly thinking about him you remember why he was running late in the first place and-

"Wait I can't believe he has a day job that's hilarious-" before you can even finish your sentence you're amending, "not because he has a job, obviously I'm the last person in the world allowed to judge anyone for their employment choices, it's just - where does a guy like Vigilante get a job?" You're grinning from ear to ear, eyes alight as your thoughts are moving a mile a minute.

"Oh my god-" Chris is beginning to grin like a kid on Christmas, like he's found the final piece of a puzzle that's been alluding him, but you pay him no mind.

"You think Batman's a bank teller?" You ask, only half paying attention to him, "or Superman's like, just some journalist in his down time, could you imagine? What kind of work do freelance heroes do when they're not heroes? Especially here?"

"You're down bad for Vij, aren't you?" Chris interrupted suddenly, wearing a kind of manic grin at the realisation. Still, you don't quite understand what he means, and wilfully ignore the context clues, "there's something very wrong with you," he's half laughing, voice warm and full of endeared affection.

"The fuck are you on about?"

"You! You're into that violent weirdo!" Chris delights.

"Isn't he your friend?" You snipe back.

"Doesn't make him not a violent weirdo- newsflash; you're a violent weirdo too!" Everything Chris is saying is somehow softened by his earnestly bright tone, like the would be insults are meant as terms of endearment, of only to you in this moment. Still, the words themselves tend to sting.

"I've known him like a day don't get ahead of yourself because I like affection and rarely get to talk to new people," you tell him with as lofty as a tone as you can manage, while Chris rolls his eyes at you, clearly not believing your bravado.

"Alright, whatever Cujo; you ever need a wingman though, I'll be here with an 'I told you so'," he tells you, practically oozing smugness.

And maybe, just maybe, his point is rather proven with the way you light up when Vigilante shows up with Italian for lunch and both Legally Blonde movies on a USB. Okay, that was an oversight on Chris's part - Blockbuster still had one or two stores running before you got locked up. But thankfully Chris keeps his mouth shut when you greet Vigilante with cheery enthusiasm.

"This place was just kind of on my way, I bought on instinct, sorry if it's not -" he's pulling containers from Fennel Fields from the take out bag he'd brought, placing a container labelled Garlic Zoodles closest to Chris, who was already loud with surprise and appreciation for Vigilante's instincts.

But Vigilante's put an order of absolutely perfect looking mozzarella sticks in your hands and they're all you can look at.

You think you'd rather die than give Chris the satisfaction of admitting that he's right but you're pretty sure if you look at anything that's not the mozzarella sticks you might say something truly embarrassing. Because Vigilante brought you an order of goddamn breaded cheese.

"You okay there? Not allergic or anything? I should have asked," he interrupts your thoughts with faint concern, or- no; something that sounds like concern but not quite... But something about his voice in this moment is strangely familiar, beyond all of yesterday. His tone is light and casual, and Chris is obnoxiously starting on his Zoodles from his armchair.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you hear yourself speak before you're fully aware of it, looking up from your food, "I'm really bad at being a customer at this place but the food is great, so this is- great," you nod with a distracted smile, "almost gave your mulitool as a tip- I still have it, I should-"

"You're better at using it than I am," Vigilante shrugged easily, picking up the little remote to start the movie, "keep it."

You know Chris is fucking smirking at you as you settle in beside Vigilante to eat and enjoy the movie.

"Chris don't look at me like that, it's good food," you tell him archly without even looking at him. Still, you hear him snort a laugh.

And you're right after all; it's good food, great food even... You feel a little foolish even thinking it, but you can't help yourself; they might be the best mozzarella sticks you've ever had in your life.

[cursedjustice]

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“WHAT!?!?” 

Rin Tohsaka what sort of clothes shopping did you do with his BABER!?! 

...well now he guessed he should stop calling her weird to her face for a few months since this outfit Saber has is making it hard for him to think.

His heart was racing and he actually unconsciously licked his lips as he held the photo as if it was precious gold. Once he stored it away safely, he was going to have to ask saber about this little number here and most likely ask her to wear it for him tonight.

She was going to get filled with so much mana once they were alone for the night...