#harcourt fic

[jeysbvck]

late night talking

@peacemakernet event 02: once more, with feeling!

Emilia Harcourt x gn!reader

warnings: none really, other than language and fluff.

word count: 3k

summary: "I didn't hate you." Emilia mumbled. "You scared me." Emilia Harcourt drunkenly confesses her feelings to you.

The fact that you and Emilia were best friends sometimes baffled you. You were such different people, she was a blunt, brutal badass, while you, although badass in your own right, you were not blunt and you certainly weren't brutal. Because of that, you sometimes wondered if you truly belonged on the Task Force, even John - who was more often than not the getaway driver - had some brutal moments. Emilia was quick to remind you that, despite your feelings, you had proven time and time again, that you did belong on the team, and one of those times was in fact, how you became best friends.

For months when you first joined the team, Emilia would act like you didn't exist, for the most part. She never let it jeopardize the mission, keeping her personal feelings separate like a true professional; but it was always awkward, and you often found yourself watching from the outside as she bonded with everyone else. You spent far too much time wondering why she hated you, especially when she had never taken the time to get to know you.

Despite the cold shoulder, you couldn't help but be enamored by Emilia. You tried to call it anything else, but in the end, you had to admit defeat and call it what it was; a crush. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice when you stared at her for a little too long, and there was no chance of you getting tongue-tied around her when she barely said two words to you. You didn't pay attention to your feelings too much, you figured it would pass eventually. Besides, you weren't her type anyway, and there had been gossip amongst the other members of the team about Emilia and Chris.

It wasn't until you threw yourself in front of a bullet for her, that she began to soften towards you. When you woke up in hospital 4 days later, Adrian and Emilia were both at your bedside. Adrian was eating jello and watching television, his feet on the bed you were lying in, while Emilia had her head hung back over the chair.

"I'm pretty sure that jello was meant for me." You croaked. Emilia's head shot up like a pinball, while Adrian just shrugged, making a popping sound as he pulled the spoon from his mouth.

"Well, you weren't eating it." Adrian replied. He jumped up and patted your shoulder. "Do you want some water? You sound awful."

"Adrian, don't be a fucking dick!" Emilia chastised, making you chuckle. Adrian ignored her as he put the cup of water and straw to your lips and you finished it in record time.

"Thank you." You said to Adrian, before turning to Emilia. "Hey Harcourt, I'm surprised to see you."

"She hasn't left your side." Adrian said before Emilia could, which made her blush furiously.

"You haven't?" You turned to Emilia, who just shrugged.

"I'm the leader of the team. How would it look if I didn't stay?" She asked.

"John said it's because you've been an ass to them and now you feel guilty as shit." Adrian piped up again.

"Yeah? Well John's fucking dead, and if you don't get out of here, you'll be joining him." Emilia snapped, her cheeks getting redder, due to embarrassment or anger, you could only guess.

"Okay well," Adrian said as he stretched. "I'm gonna go. I'm glad you're not dead, bye!"

"Love you too!" You shouted after him, as he waved without turning around.

Once Adrian had left, the atmosphere in the room quickly shifted. It was stifling and awkward, and you didn't know what to say. Luckily, Emilia broke the silence.

"Thank you. For, you know..." She trailed off, and you gave her a shy smile.

"You don't have to thank me." You replied, but she shook her head.

"No, I do. I've been such a bitch to you, and you still saved my life."

"Whether or not you hate me, you're still part of the team. I wasn't gonna stand there and watch you get shot." You looked away from her and down at your hands as you played with a loose thread on the hospital sheet.

"I don't hate you." Emilia replied, your eyes snapping back up to her. "I just don't like change, especially when I'd just got used to the way the team was. But that's no excuse. I'm sorry."

You smiled and shrugged. "It's fine, Harcourt. I'm fine, everything's fine."

"Emilia." She said with a small smile. "Call me Emilia."

****

After a very stressful, but luckily successful, mission, you and the rest of the team were supposed to be clearing everything away, but instead, you were drinking the various bottles of alcohol stashed around the office. The general consensus was that a drink was needed, and you couldn't agree more. You and Emilia were lounging on the sofa, legs tangled up together, while John and Leota, and Chris and Adrian were playing a multiplayer video game. You were too busy watching the game and laughing at everyone's competitiveness to notice Emilia staring at you.

Emilia still held onto some guilt over your brush with death. Even though you'd assured her that you were more than okay, and even though you were both thick as thieves now, she still couldn't shake the feeling. She thought back to when you were in the hospital when everyone was waiting for you to wake up. The feeling that you might not wake up scared Emilia in more ways than she was willing to admit out loud. She had been scared of the change you brought with you, scared of the change in dynamic you might have on the team. But she was more scared of the feelings she felt when you walked in that very first day, with your bright eyes and even brighter smile.

Emilia said the same thing to each member of the team when they mentioned it to her, they're new, I don't trust them, I'm closed off with everyone, but they were all excuses. As much as she might protest, Leota, John, Chris, and even Adrian had become family. Emilia wasn't stupid, she could see the rejection etched across your face when you thought nobody was looking. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to open up a dialogue with you. She didn't trust herself to open up to you, but she didn't know why.

Okay, that wasn't entirely true. She knew exactly why she didn't want to let you in. From the moment you walked into the shitty office and you flashed her a huge grin, looking so full of innocence and hope, something in her shifted, and she was terrified. Then, the more time you spent around the team, getting everyone to love you, consistently proving that you were more than an asset to the team, and just being so fucking nice to everyone, even when they didn't deserve it, Emilia started to panic; her feelings from the first day were getting stronger. So she distanced herself even more from you, if that was even possible.

Ultimately, Emilia was glad things had worked out. You were alive, and you and she had gotten closer; she just hated that you almost died before she got her head out of her ass.

"Emilia? Hey Em!" You yelled, clicking your fingers in her face, bringing Emilia back to the present. She blinked a few times, and she saw you grinning at her, already stood up.

"Sorry, I zoned out." She apologized and you laughed.

"Yeah, I noticed! Do you wanna crash at mine? Everyone else is staying here, I think."

Emilia nodded, reaching her hand out so you could pull her up. "Let's go."

****

When you and Emilia got back to your apartment, you probably should have gone straight to bed. Instead, you grabbed supplies from the kitchen - more alcohol and some snacks - while Emilia headed straight for your bed and scrolled Netflix for something to watch, eventually ending up on The Office. You loved spending time with everyone on the team, but these were the times you truly held close to your heart; when it was just you and Emilia, when she dropped her guard, going from Harcourt, the hard-ass leader of the 11th Street Kids, to Emilia, your soft-ass best friend.

When you became friends, your crush never once crossed your mind, you were just happy that she had not only warmed up to you, but you'd become best friends and each other's confidants. She had spent so long pretending you don't exist, refusing to be in the same room alone with you, and now you couldn't get rid of her. You spent your days working with her and rooming with her on missions, then going home and spending your free time together. Every time you doubted yourself, every time she doubted her skills as the leader, you were there to lift each other up. Every time you called her, she picked up, and every time you needed her, there she was. You already had her in your life, you didn't need anything more. Or so you thought.

"Would you date anyone on the team?" Emilia asked unexpectedly, using the beer to wash down the chips she'd just eaten. It was totally out of the blue, you were both sitting in a comfortable silence as you ate, drank, and watched The Office. Your mind instantly conjured up images of you and Emilia dating, acting like a couple during missions, and having secret trysts in the office. You finished your beer and shook your head slightly, hoping both these actions would erase the images you had spent months pushing down.

"I've...uh, never thought about it." You lied, pulling a bottle of wine from the side of the bed, more so in an attempt to hide your face.

"So think about it!" She said, a little too loudly. "Would you date Chris?"

You snorted and shook your head. "Fuck, no!" You laughed, making Emilia cackle. "I love him, but come on, he's a bit of a dick!"

"He's handsome though." Emilia mused, and you felt your face heat up. You took a sip of wine straight from the bottle and shrugged.

"I guess, if you're into that...pro wrestler look."

"Adrian's more your type right? The scrawny, nerdy look? Yeah, you'd totally date Adrian."

You raised your eyebrow slightly, you thought you detected a little jealousy in her voice. You thought about dating Adrian, for a split second, and you shook your head.

"Adrian definitely has way more of a shot than Chris, but I still wouldn't date him." You replied. "I know way too much about that guy!"

Emilia laughed again, the sound was like music to your ears, and your curiosity got the better of you. "So, why are you asking me about dating someone on the team?"

You almost didn't want to know the answer; everyone on the team knew that Chris was practically in love with Emilia, he wasn't exactly subtle about it, and you knew that whatever relationship Emilia and Chris had was getting stronger. It was another reason you knew you didn't have a chance with Emilia, if she was going to date anyone on the team, it was going to be Chris.

"I've just been...thinking about things lately." Emilia said, her words slurring slightly, due to the alcohol.

"About dating someone from the team?" You questioned. "Chris, right?"

Your heart was in your throat as Emilia stared at you. She had perfected her poker face over the years, and you hated it. You hated it was the one thing you couldn't penetrate, you couldn't gauge how she was feeling, or what she was thinking. Out of nowhere, she let out a loud, drunk cackle, taking you completely by surprise.

"Chris?!" She said through the laugh. "You're fucking with me, right?" She saw your face, realized you weren't laughing and her own quickly subsided. "No, it's not Chris."

"But, it is someone?"

Emilia rolled her eyes as she reached over and took the wine bottle from your hands. She popped the lid off and took a large swig from the bottle, and handed it back to you, ignoring the question.

You frowned and nudged her leg with your foot. "Come on Em! I'm your bestie, you're obligated to tell me!"

If looks could kill, she'd have struck you down with this one. She hated the term bestie, and you knew it. You giggled as she snatched the wine back from you and you nudged her again. "Tell me!"

"I don't want to talk about it, okay? I've had way too much to drink." She replied, taking another sip of the wine.

"Yeah, that excuse isn't gonna fly when you're still drinking! Why won't you tell me?"

"Seriously. Just drop it." Emilia was beginning to sound like she did when she was talking to the team about a mission, and you knew you were getting under her skin. You also knew you should stop pushing, but you couldn't. You had to know why she wouldn't tell you this, of all things.

"Emilia!" You whined, which made her audibly groan. "You tell me everything!" When she didn't respond, you shifted onto your knees and scooted closer to her. "Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!" You badgered, shaking her arm gently as you did.

"It's you, okay! It's you!" Emilia yelled.

You froze, your mouth agape, your hand still on her arm. Your eyes were locked with Emilia's and for the first time, you saw fear in her eyes; fear that had nothing to do with a mission and everything to do with you.

"You-you want to date me?" You squeaked. Emilia broke eye contact as she shrugged, swapping the wine bottle for her half-empty bottle of beer.

"I'm drunk, I don't know what I'm saying." She replied, to which you scoffed.

"Again, that isn't gonna fly." You said. "Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" Emilia questioned, and you sighed.

"Emilia!" You scolded. You raised your hand, ready to shove her, but she was too quick for you and she caught your wrist. Her grip was strong, but she was definitely holding back, and you stared her in the eyes. "Did you mean it?"

The fearful look was still there, and it confirmed everything you were asking. Drunk or not, she meant what she said, she was just scared. Scared of losing your friendship, scared of everything changing. You took her hands in yours and held onto them tightly.

Emilia's eyes widened, before they quickly narrowed. "Are you fucking with me? Is this pity?"

"You know I couldn't do that." You said softly. "Unless of course, you didn't mean it. Then I'm lying." You grinned, which Emilia reciprocated.

"I meant it." She whispered. "I've felt this way for a while. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. Dating changes everything and I didn't want things to change."

"You know Em, things have changed already." You pointed out. Emilia narrowed her eyebrows and you continued. "You weren't close to the team at the beginning, and now look at you! Don't forget, you also hated me at the beginning too."

"I didn't hate you. You scared me." Emilia mumbled, and you couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Emilia Harcourt being scared of you. "Hey, I'm being serious! You walked into my life and it was like a breath of fresh air. My world got brighter, like I had never truly seem colour before until you, and I didn't understand, I didn't like it and I wasn't ready for it. So I pushed you away. Not that you got the fucking message."

"Well, I've always had a soft spot for pretty people who are complete assholes to me." You grinned.

"Aw, you think I'm pretty?" Emilia said, before you both laughed.

"Okay, so now might be a good time to admit that...I've always had a crush on you." You confessed, making Emilia gasp dramatically as she put her hands over her mouth.

"You had ulterior motives regarding our friendship?!"

"You're an idiot." You giggled as you poked her in the shoulder.

"An idiot you have a crush on."

"Mmm, real glad I confessed." You said, rolling your eyes affectionately.

"I am. All I've wanted to do is, you know, hold your hand, go on dates, and all that other fucking sappy shit."

Emilia held her hands out in front of you, palms up, and you took them, your fingers entwining together.

"That was so romantic." You replied. "Please tell me more about this "other fucking sappy shit" as you so eloquently put it."

"I could...or I could kiss you?"

There was nothing you could do to stop the grin from spreading on your face, the blushing of your cheeks, or the eruption in your heart. Emilia had gained her confidence back; between your confession and the way you turned to putty at the mere thought of kissing Emilia, she didn't have anything to fear now, and it also boosted her ego a little.

"I'm gonna need verbal consent, or at the very least, a nod." Emilia instructed, and you nodded your head like a bobble head figurine.

Once again, you were frozen, only this time, Emilia was leaning in. Her eyes left yours for a split second, to glance at your lips, and your tongue ran over them instinctively. Your heart was hammering against your chest, beating loudly in your ears, but when her hand touched your cheek and her lips touched yours, everything slowed down. With her hands on your cheeks, yours in her hair, and your tongues dancing together, everything felt perfect, everything in the world felt right.

Emilia was the first to pull away, which made you whine as you pouted. Emilia laughed at you as she pushed your hair from your face.

"We should've done that a long time ago." Emilia said, taking your hands back in hers. The fear from her eyes had completely disappeared, in it's place was happiness.

"Maybe we would've been, if you hadn't spent so long trying to hate me."

"Shut up." Emilia laughed.

You finally shifted how you were sat, taking your place back next to Emilia, only this time, she pulled you under her arm and you nestled into her side.

"You're my light, you know? When I feel like I'm lost in the darkness, it's like you guide me home, and bring me back."

You hummed and lifted her hand up to your mouth, kissing it gently.

"Hey...shall we both just...not turn up tomorrow? We could celebrate this turning point in our relationship by spending the day in bed?" You proposed, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. Emilia chuckled at you and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

"That sounds perfect. I'll just text the team and give them the day off."

While Emilia did that, you snuggled back into her side and closed your eyes, and pretty soon you had fallen asleep on Emilia's shoulder, feeling content, safe and happy.

[fallonash]

"Susan shows up unexpectedly on Millie's doorstep one last time before she leaves for Timothy's new posting."

I recently* rewatched all of Bletchley, and it turns out I have just as many feelings about Millie and Susan as I did 10 years ago, so I wrote this rather angsty thing.

*about 2 years ago. I'm a very slow editor of my own work.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

This Means War

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: After receiving new commands from Waller, you have no choice but the lead the Suicide Squad into battle against ARGUS. But to make it to the end of the fight, what are you willing to do? And are you willing to take out anyone who stands in your way?

Word Count: 1832

TW: Battle Situations, Guns, Fighting, Language

You dove behind the wall as four shots slammed into the spot you had been standing seconds before. Panting heavily, you try to assess the situation. You knew this had been a long shot, but things had not gone at all as you had hoped. You had run point on close to fifty or so Task Force X missions, but before this morning, you never imagined you would be leading the Suicide Squad into battle against your fellow ARGUS members. Yet after what Waller had said in the last meeting, you had no choice. You were doing what you had to in order to protect the squad. If she wanted a war, you were going to give her one.

However, most of your team already lay scattered on the ground around you, and while you had managed to take out quite a few of your opponents, your side was losing fighters at a much quicker rate. Killer Croc had been the first one to fall. Your assault had barely started when you heard him snarl as he was hit by at least three different people. Boomer was next. While deadly with his boomerangs, he had never really gotten the hang of guns. So, he just charged out into the middle of the field and began wildly spraying shots at anything that moved. Though he did manage to take out two of Waller’s people, he was quickly mowed down. Deadshot soon followed him. You had tried to warn Floyd before the assault started that he would be one of their main targets since his skills with a gun were unmatched, but he got cocky. After taking out three opponents in quick succession, he had tried to advance and was taken out by five shots coming from four directions.

You darted out from your hiding spot and charged towards the next barrier you could take cover behind. On the way, you managed to take out Flo and Dale. It often surprised people to know that the members of ARGUS who worked in the office or control room were just as trained and skilled with weapons as the mission operatives. But it was part of the application requirements to join the team. Waller wanted to make sure every person around her could be useful in more ways than one. So, while you felt bad about shooting your coworkers and people you considered your friends, it was you or them. And you were damn well sure you weren’t going to let it be you.

Something moved slightly behind one of the pillars in front of you. Shifting to get a better look, you could see Economos hiding over there. From this angle, you didn’t have a great shot, but you were too afraid to move positions just yet. However, it turned out you didn’t need to.

Harley dropped down from the rafters high above you and nailed Economos twice right between the legs. The man dropped with a loud groan and went still. She squealed and clapped her hands excitedly, but she remained out in the open. You tried to quietly get her attention, to get her to go back where it was safe. Yet, just as she noticed your gesturing, Harcourt stepped out from behind a doorway.

You cried out a warning, but there was no time. Four shots slammed into Harley, a splash of red blooming across her chest. Her eyes met yours for a second before she crumpled to the ground.

“No!” you screamed, but you knew it was too late. Harley was gone, which meant you were the only one left.

Harcourt laughed triumphantly as she peeked out at her latest victim. “Suck it, Quinn! That’s for last week when you spent my whole night shift psychoanalyzing me! I’m still dealing with that shit you brought up!”

She was so focused on gloating, she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings, so you took aim and managed to fire two shots into her chest before she dropped.

Slowly, you crept out from your hiding spot. You quickly surveyed the battlefield and took a quick mental count of all the fallen bodies around you. Everyone was accounted for except….

You whirled around, gun at the ready. Rick was standing just feet in front of you, his own gun pointed directly at your heart. The two of you stared silently at each other, waiting to see who was going to make the first move.

After a moment, he sadly said, “I think we both knew it was gonna come down to this, darlin’. But I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you replied, “No, you’re not. You wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

Rick smiled softly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I never really expected anyone else would be able to take you out anyway.”

“But you think you can?”

“I know I can.”

“Well, I think you’re wrong. Sure, you have the skills and the know-how to do it, but you lack the will. I know you could never shoot me. Even under these circumstances.”

Rick scoffed, “But you can shoot me?” You don’t answer, instead just continue to meet his gaze head-on. He smirked, knowing what your non-answer meant. “So, what now darlin’? We just stand here in a stalemate until Waller shows up? You know what will happen then. Game over.”

You took a small step forward, his gun now just centimeters from your chest. And in a voice so low that Rick’s earpiece couldn’t pick it up, you murmured, “Are you really going to let her win? After everything she’s done, time after time? I get you have to play for her side, but I know this is killing you. This is the closest they have ever gotten to beating her. Are you really going to take that away?”

Rick hesitated for just a moment, the end of his gun dipping just a fraction of an inch, and you took your chance. Before he could react, you fired three shots directly into his chest. He stumbled back, the force of the impact slamming him into the wall behind him as he stared at you, mouth gaping and eyes wide. Softly, he whispered, “I can’t believe you did that.” Then his hand went slack, sending his gun clattering to the ground.

You hurried to him and tenderly cupped his jaw with your hand. “You got sloppy, so I took the shot. Just like you taught me, Colonel.”

He scoffed softly as his head dropped down and rested heavily on yours. “You did good, darlin’. I’m so proud of you.”

He practically fell into your lips as you pulled him into you. And as you pressed yourself closer to him, forcing his body tighter against the wall, you could feel the warm liquid splattered across his chest from your shots as it seeped into your clothes, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter anymore because he had been the last of Waller’s team. The fighting was done, and you had won the battle. It was over.

“Aww! Ain’t you guys adorable!” You both reluctantly broke apart to glare at Harley for interrupting you. She came bouncing up beside you and excitedly grabbed your arm that was still wrapped around Rick’s waist. “Did you see me nail Economos?”

You sighed, “Yes, Harls. But you know the rules. No aiming below the belt. I told you that last time. Good thing he didn’t trust you and wore extra padding down there.”

Rick groaned, “I’m still gonna have to hear him complain about it for the next week.”

“Oi! Is the game over or what?” Boomer called from the ground where he had dropped after getting hit.

“Sorry about that! Yeah, we won!” You called out happily.

“It’s about fuckin’ time. I’ve been layin’ ‘ere for twenty minutes!”

“Is it my fault you die too easily! You’re always one of the first people to get taken out! Maybe you should learn something from that, so it doesn’t happen in the field! That’s the whole point of these exercises!” You shouted back. The Aussie just grumbled as he stood up, trying to wipe the paint off his jumpsuit as he walked back over to the door to the training area.

You turned to Harley. “You got some paint in your hair.” You nodded to the red color that had sprayed onto the tips of her ponytail.

She grabbed at it and tried to wipe it away. “Aww! This stuff’s impossible to wash out!”

You chuckled, “Well, Harcourt will take you guys all back to the showers. Maybe that will help.” She nodded and hurried off towards the rest of the squad, still frantically messing with her hair.

Rick shook his head. “You would think as much as she is always beggin’ Waller to let her dye it again, she would appreciate a little splash of color.”

“You don’t mess with that girl and her hair.” You said, shaking your head with a laugh. Then, more seriously, you said. “Do you realize that was the first time the blue team ever won? That’s three years off of each of their sentences. I’m so proud of them.” You watched your team file out of the room. They are joking and more upbeat than you have seen them in months.

Rick smiled as he wrapped his arms around you. “We both know they weren’t responsible for this win. It’s because the red team’s greatest asset switched sides.” He chuckled. “I bet Waller is fumin’. But she should have known better than to order you to lead them.”

“She was trying to punish me for ignoring her orders on the last mission and going back for Floyd and Boomer. I just know it.”

“Probably. But you showed her why she recruited you for ARGUS in the first place.” He tapped on his earpiece. “Scores just came in. You had the highest kill count with the least bullets shot. There’s no way she can argue with those results.”

You stood on your tiptoes and gave Rick a quick peck on the lips. “Well, I learned from the best, Colonel. And I had fun being on the other side for once, but I missed fighting side by side with you. We’re too good of a team to be separated.”

“I agree.” He bent his head over, so his lips tickled lightly against your ear. Then in a low, thick voice, he whispered, “So, why don’t we go hit the shower too? Waller won’t be expecting us for the debrief for another hour.”

A smile crept across your face. “A little sleeping with the enemy, huh? That does sound intriguing.” You ran your hand across his broad chest. “Though, since my team did win, I’m expecting some sort of reward.”

You saw something flash behind Rick’s eyes and a low growl sounded in his throat. “Oh, don’t worry darlin’. I’ll make this a celebration you’ll never forget.”

[vigsilantes]

zombieland (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader Summary: It’s time for the 11th Street Kids’ movie night and Adrian gets to pick the movie that the team will be watching tonight. Word Count: 1.7k Tags: established relationship, reader-insert, gender-neutral pronouns, post-canon, idiots in love, comfort, fluff, movie night, drinking, domestic fluff Warnings: drinking and a shit ton of fluff and banter!

~masterlist~ | >>>(read on ao3)<<<

Fighting crime and working with a black ops team in your free time is fun, you can’t lie, but sometimes you need a break. Sometimes all of the 11th Street Kids desperately needs a break, which is why every so often you and the team have a movie night. Every few weeks movie night is held at someone’s house where you all get shitfaced, watch a movie together, and have some fun. The system you have in place to decide on movies is picking a name from a hat, whoever���s name is chosen gets to pick the movie, and the movies are strictly comedies – you all have seen enough traumatic shit from missions, so horror and movies that fuck with your mind are out of the picture, comedies are the way to go!

This week, movie night was being held at you and Adrian’s apartment, and after putting out an assortment of drinks, mostly beer, and making the place look somewhat presentable, slowly, everyone began to arrive.

Leota and Keeya arrived first with John, minutes later Emilia and Chris trailed in. Everyone dropped off the cases of beers they brought for the night in the kitchen and sat in their respective seats, leaving the recliner for you and Adrian to share. Emilia had the hat and pieces of papers of everyone’s names to decide who picks the movie tonight and while she was getting that out, you and Adrian were in the kitchen getting drinks and making popcorn for everyone.

“I swear to GOD it better not be Adrian again…” Leota sarcastically said because Adrian somehow gets chosen the most, you laughed from the kitchen and Adrian put down a beer and turned around to face her.

“Hey it’s not my fault the universe wants me to pick the movies! Sorry I just have better taste than all of you guys,” he replied, Emilia rolled her eyes and Chris huffed a laugh. "Not you though, babe, you have amazing taste," he whispered to you and nudged your shoulder, you beamed at his compliment. As the team chattered, you and Adrian gave everyone cold beers from the fridge and big bowls of popcorn, then you both made your way to your shared seat.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Emilia jokingly stated as she held out the hat for Keeya to pick. When movie night first started you all agreed that Keeya, the most sane one in the group, should pick the name from the hat, so tonight that’s what she did. She playfully rubbed her hands together readying herself to pick a name, stuck her hand in the hat, shuffled the papers around and promptly chose one. She unfolded it and immediately began giggling.

“Take a wild guess…” she started, looking up at everyone, groans filled the room. Chris began full on belly laughing while everyone shook their heads disapprovingly, a small grin grew on your face, and Adrian looked around at everyone’s faces skeptically.

“Who is it?” Adrian questioned not catching on, you patted his leg.

“You, babe,” you confirmed, his face lit up and he pumped his fist in excitement.

“Yes!” he said while swiftly standing up, “I know exactly what to watch!” he enthusiastically said as he walked over to your shared DVD collection.

Everyone sighed and you couldn’t stop smiling, you love the movies he chooses so you never have a problem with him being chosen all the time – you both have the same taste in movies so whatever he picks you know you’ll like it.

“This is so fuckin’ unfair, like how the fuck does he always get picked?” Chris wondered while taking a big gulp from his beer, John shrugged, “must be rigged!” he added, you chuckled at his annoyance. You looked to Adrian who was scanning through the movies to find the one that he had in mind.

“For the record I just think this is hilarious,” you state, teasing the team. Leota and Keeya both scoffed laughs and Chris flipped you off with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Well of course you do,” Leota replied, Emilia tipped her beer to her, “you two like all the same shit so it’s like you’re also picking what we watch,” your face flushed at what you took to be a compliment.

“Shit I don’t even think I’ve gotten to pick a movie yet!” John exclaimed, Leota snorted and Em chuckled.

“Your time will come,” you joked, he rolled his eyes.

“We need a new system…” Chris announced, Leota shook her head and hummed in agreement.

“I’m down for a new system too,” Emilia piped up, you shook your head playfully. Adrian finally decided on a movie and pulled it from the shelf, then showed everyone the DVD he chose.

“Zombieland!” he eagerly said, with hope filling his eyes. “It’s funny, a bit gory, nothing we haven’t seen before am I right,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “but it’s a good laugh!” he quickly looked around waiting for people’s reactions but landed on you and met your gaze, you grinned happily at him, he knows you like this movie, and you know he loves this movie.

“Solid choice, babe!” you told him, a smile grew on his face, “haven’t seen this for a while!”

“Okay, shockingly,” John paused and raised his brows, “I’m not mad at this choice,” he said, Adrian shook his head in triumph.

“Yeah, it’ll do,” Emilia added, you instantly peer over to her and Adrian furrowed his brows at her statement.

“Hold on…” you waved your hands to pause the conversation, “you’re not upset at this movie choice?” you queried at her.

“I actually like this movie, sue me,” she joked, you smiled to her and Adrian’s eyes grew big, he looked thrilled that he finally picked something Emilia liked, she’s kinda picky – no she’s really picky when it comes to movie night.

“Yeah… this movie funny. Vig you finally picked one we aren’t annoyed with, good job,” Chris teased as he sipped his beer, Adrian let out a big of relief and pretended to wipe sweat from his forehead.

“Fuck yeah it is,” Adrian cheered as he popped the DVD out of the case and put it into the DVD player. He grabbed the remote and threw himself on the recliner next to you, practically squishing you. You got into a comfy position and Adrian began clicking through the trailers at the beginning of the movie.

“I actually haven’t seen this movie before,” Keeya bashfully admitted, Adrian gasped loudly, there was a short period of time where he was obsessed with Zombieland, so to know this is her first time watching it excited him.

“Ditto,” Leota added, and Adrian dramatically gasped again, even louder this time.

“O.M.G. you guys are totally gonna love it!” Adrian declared.

“OH we need a drinking game!” you reminded everyone and looked around, everyone nodded in agreement. Chris then took out his phone and starting swiping, looking up a game for you guys to play during the movie.

“Easy, found one! And this one doesn’t have a shit ton of rules so that’s good,” he stated as he continued reading, Adrian nodded, the less rules the better when it comes to your movie nights. After one movie night of watching the movie ‘Superbad’ with a game that had a shit ton of rules, you all got too shitfaced and couldn't even finish the movie.

“What’re the rules?” Adrian asked while shaking in your shared seat with excitement, Chris cleared his throat.

“Drink whenever a rule shows up on the screen, when you hear a character named after a location, when you hear “twinkies,” and when you hear “Zombieland,” everyone got it?” Chris asked, everyone nodded, and Adrian asked him to repeat them again so he made sure he got all of them, you were happy he asked again because you needed to hear them again as well. After repeating the rules once again Adrian smiled.

“Got it! This is gonna be funnnnnn! Oh, maybe we could take a sip when there’s a cool kill, I mean there’s a lot of cool kills in this movie, like so many, but like we could also drink whenever Tallahassee breaks something, he gets frustrated very easily it's funny, OOH and-”

“Let’s just stick to what Chris said and drink whenever else we want?” John suggested, cutting Adrian off from his long-winded ramble.

"Play the damn movie," Emilia guestered, he sighed and shook his head in defeat as he pressed play to start the film, you took his hand.

“I’ll play that with you, Ade,” you whisper to him, trying to cheer him up a bit, his cheeks turned pink and he squeezed your hand.

“Awesome, babe, thanks!” he smiled and pecked your cheek. You let go of his hand to scooch into a more comfortable spot as the movie began, and he slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer to him. Adrian had to restrain himself from quoting the whole movie, he knew every word of it, fuck even you had to control yourself from quoting some of it, the team gets very annoyed at you both for talking while watching stuff, and you have learned to try to just talk when it’s only the two of you.

The movie played and after mere minutes of seeing a few of Columbus’s rules and hearing some states, you all finished your first beers. Chris generously brought in new ones for everyone and the game continued. You and Adrian both kept looking over at Leota and Keeya to see if they were liking the movie, and they were laughing a bunch, so they seemed to be enjoying it for their first watch which you both appreciated.

Drunken laughs filled the room and popcorn flew at you and Adrian when you couldn’t stop yourselves from discussing the movie with each other. The festivities continued on with more and more empty bottles crowding the table and multiple new rounds of popcorn being made. You and Adrian warmly cuddled with each other and enjoyed the presence of your friends, and you all enjoyed the night of fun until everyone eventually fell asleep from being absolutely plastered.

[kissingtons]

milliejean kiss drabbles yes or yes

[pretendfan]

Currently writing this SUPER FLUFFY Adrian story it’s so cute, but even I’m a bit how fluffy is too fluffy?

Here’s the summary:

The 11th street Kids are absolutely SICK of you staring at Adrian, none of them could understand why and even worse the guy in question didn’t have a single clue, so the team try to help you out…

What do you think?

[honeycombstrawberry]

hi i did a bunch of writing today but didn't finish anything but

[source: @/heromode posted today (6/21/22) on twitter]

did we see this. have we discussed this yet. because i'm in tears. i love them so much. my emotional support team

[astromechs]

Without another second of hesitation, Chris raises his arm like he’s back in high school, about to make the first pitch of the first game of the season, only this time, his dad is there and watching — and when he hurls his phone across the room with all the strength he’s got, he aims to hit his dad right between the eyes.

He thinks, vaguely, like it’s some distant memory from some other life, about all that nonsense Adrian had rambled on about earlier about killing ghosts.

But right now, he doesn’t have a dead ghost; all he has is a broken phone, judging from the way it sounds like it shatters against the floor upon impact, and probably a sizeable dent in his fucking wall.

Or: the trials and tribulations of banishing a shitty fucking ghost.

chris smith character study; eventual chris smith/adrian chase, also focusing on his friendships with leota and harcourt; 10,143 words

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[multifandomfanficss]

F*ck You?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. The team bullying Adrian as per cannon ☹️. Peacemaker typical language.

A/N: Just a silly little thought I had at 5am during a text convo with one of my best friends when I couldn’t sleep. Shout out Tyler for letting me bounce this idea off you. Thanks bestie! Just a short little fic. The italics are flashbacks. Crossposting on my AO3 adriansglasses.

Adrian stuck his middle finger up, pointed at you. You were going through some files on the other side of the room unable to see him behind the papers you were focusing on. Those who saw were giving him questioning looks.

“Dude why are you flipping off, (Y/N)? I didn’t realize you were mad at them” Economos decided to be the first to question him. Usually he didn’t care enough to ask, but even he was curious as to why Adrian was enthusiastically flipping you off.

“Oh! That’s because I’m not. I just wanna have sex when we get back to my apartment. I was saying can I fuck you.” Adrian says, as if it’s obvious. Chris begins to laugh, having overheard the conversation.

“Oh my god. I’m not sure if you’re insane or an idiot.” Harcourt rolls her eyes, walking away.

“I’m pretty sure he’s both. You know that’s not what that means right?” Economos questions.

“It has two meanings.” Adrian says in a very matter of fact way.

“No, it doesn’t.” John argues.

“Then how do they always know what I mean?” Adrian asks, as if he’s proving his point.

Chris continues to laugh to himself as Adrian and Economos argue.

You’re deep in thought, not paying them any attention when Leota passes you the file you were looking for.

“Thanks!” You smile at her.

“Why is Adrian flipping you off?” She asks.

You look over at him, blushing. You nod.

“See!” Adrian yells throwing up his arms. “Two meanings! I told you!”

“Oh god.” You blush, hiding your face in one of the files. You didn’t need the entire team knowing you were going home to have sex after this, but it’s not like it was that big of a surprise. You’d been dating Adrian for a while, of course you had a sex life. “I don’t know how or why he got it into his head that fuck you means can I fuck you- but like I personally think it’s very clever and very cute so I just don’t correct him.” You laugh, deciding to be honest with Leota.

You thought back to the first time he flipped you off in such a manner. You were out with the team celebrating with drinks after a mission. He threw up his middle finger, drawing a question mark in the air with the other hand. You looked at him with a confused look and mouthed. ‘Are you asking me to have sex with you?’ and he mouth back, ‘Isn’t it obvious?’. Only Adrian could think something like that was obvious. Only Adrian would even do something like that. You smiled, laughing quietly to yourself. It was so uniquely him.

Chris was still laughing uncontrollably in the back. He was thinking of the first time he’d seen Adrian do this too. Little did everyone else know Chris had been the one to teach it to him long before you were dating.

“You really wanna know how I pick up chicks across the bar?” Chris asked with a shit eating smirk.

“Please!” Adrian begged. He could pull girls as Vigilante no problem, but it was a lot harder without the suit.

“Be direct. Just ask if she wants to go home with you. The most subtle way to be direct is to flip her off.” Chris falsely informs.

“Wait… you want me to be subtle and direct? I’m confused.” Adrian asks.

“Well, yeah. You want her to know, not the whole bar.” Chris quickly lies.

“I always thought flipping somebody off was an insult.” Adrian is rightfully cautious.

“It has two meanings. It’s like special. Special can mean you’re one of a kind, cool, awesome, or it could be used the other way.” Chris explains.

“Oh! Okay!” Adrian smiles, before pausing, with a pondering facial expression. “Wait! You call me special all the time.”

“You should hit on that girl over there!” Chris redirects.

“Okay… here goes nothing…” Adrian says, slowly raising his middle finger. The girl looks shocked and starts to walk up to the two men at the bar. “Oh wow! I think it worked!”

Her pace picks up. She walks up to Adrian, slapping him, hard.

“Wait! This is positive! I’m hitting on you!” Adrian says frantically with his finger still up, as she walks away.

“Aw! Fuck! Do you think maybe she had a boyfriend?” Adrian asks, adjusting his glasses and rubbing his jaw.

“Yeah, maybe.” Chris laughs hysterically.

[vigilante-fangirl]

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Prompt: Reader stays over and catches Adrian doing somethin Blam Horny Shenanigans ensue

Warnings: Reader is AFAB, dubious consent at best, Adrian being a creep, cursing, he’s a little grabby too and bitey, Post-Canon, Oral sex, Fingering, 18+

I don’t really know how to end these fics I’m still learning 😭 this is my first smut too! This is a one shot too I just wanted to practice for my other two fics that are my bbys

[Part 2]

It was a late evening, and you found yourself still stuck at Vigilante's cramped and somewhat dirty apartment. However, ever since you moved in, you had left your mark everywhere, infusing the space with your personal touch. You cleaned out the fridge and restocked it. The bathroom sparkled after you were done and you even brought clean linen to put on the beds after seeing Adrian was just sleeping on a mattress.

Harcourt, your handler, had ordered you to stay there while she and the rest of the team embarked on a separate mission abroad. As for Adrian Chase, the Vigilante himself, he was unable to leave due to his commitment to his busboy job.

Adrian sat on his couch, his attention captured by the television. However, he couldn't shake off the uncomfortable feeling that engulfed him whenever you were around. You were in the kitchen, busily cooking up a delectable stew that filled the air with a mouthwatering aroma. Yet, it wasn't the enticing scent that made him nervous—it was you. Donning a tank top with no bra and a pair of shorts, you moved about the kitchen, fully absorbed in the music playing through your headphones. As you chopped vegetables, you swayed your hips to the rhythm, unwittingly captivating Adrian's attention.

Unable to resist the temptation, Adrian glanced over his shoulder, stealing glances at you. His heart raced as he observed your graceful movements and the way your body effortlessly moved to the music. In a moment of distraction, you dropped a piece of vegetable on the floor, absentmindedly picking it up. Adrian's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of a small "nip slip."

"Whoops!" you exclaimed, adjusting your shirt before discarding the vegetable and returning to your cooking. That accidental moment drove him crazy, making it even more challenging to have such an attractive woman in his house. You had made a habit of having moments like this. From walking out of the bathroom still wet from a shower with the tiniest towel wrapped around your body to you wearing just your underwear and a big t-shirt whenever you woke up. He played cool for the most part but a man has his limits!

Adrian turned his attention back to the television, closing his eyes and replaying the image of the "nip slip" in his mind over and over again. However, the blissful distraction quickly turned into frustration as he felt his blood rush into his lap. Embarrassed and flustered, Adrian realized that this had become a regular occurrence. He hastily grabbed one of his pillows, placing it on his lap as he flipped through the TV channels, attempting to appear nonchalant. Just as he thought he had managed to compose himself, you walked over, leaning on the back of the couch. The scent of your perfume filled the air, and he could feel the warmth radiating from your body. Adrian glanced over at you as you spoke, but his focus shifted to your chest, captivated by its softness and the way it was accentuated by your tank top. In that moment, he yearned to pull you onto his lap, reveling in your warmth and tenderness. Ugh! He hated feeling this way! You were his co-worker who was staying over! A fellow hero in arms nothing more!

"Earth to Adrian? Dude! I'm telling you to change the channel! I fucking hate Wheel of Fortune," you exclaimed, waving your hand in front of his face. He jerked back, wide-eyed and mouth agape, desperately trying to find his words. "Cool, gimme! Stew's ready in 10, okay?" you continued, taking the remote from his hand and changing the channel. Adrian kept looking at you, a slight awkward grin on his face, as you walked away.

Feeling overwhelmed, Adrian blurted out, "I'm going to the bathroom! To solve a... problem... NOT a masturbating problem! Because I don't have one of those!" He yelled the words, a mix of awkward laughter and embarrassment filling the air, as he rushed towards his bathroom.

He closed the door behind him, leaning against it, heaving and sweating as he tried to calm himself down. He looked towards the hamper that held all your dirty clothes in it. He inched closer, opening the lid as he dug through your clothes then picked out a pair of pink panties.

Peacemaker told him that this was weird to do but it just felt so right. He sits on his toilet rolling the panties in one hand. Just one more time and then he’ll ask you on a date or confess! Like normal people do! Promise!

Adrian rolls his hand over the bulge in his jeans. He liked to imagine you were doing this. Teasing him but remaining innocent like you had no clue what to do next. “Fuck..” He grunted in a low tone as he unzipped his pants freeing his cock from its confides as it sprung free. Then he grabs the bottle of lotion beside the toilet, pumping two squirts into his free hand before gently starting to stroke his cock. He leans back, closing his eyes, taking a deep whiff of your panties. His imagination runs wild imagining all the different positions he would put you in. Hearing you beg from his cock. Your soft pants and moans filling his apartment. If he was a bit more braver he would fuck you right there on his kitchen counter. Tear off those shorts and and-

His thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door swinging open. “Boy you've been in here a while! Hope you’re not shitting? But stew read-” You were stopped in your tracks by the sight. Your face engulfed with blush as you both stared at each. Adrian with your panties still pressed on his face, eyes wide as he seems just as frozen as you. You two stare at each other for a full minute before you slowly close the door.

Adrian's heart raced as he hastily struggled to zip up his pants. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" he muttered under his breath, his mind in a frenzy. Exiting the bathroom, he scanned the room, desperately searching for you. His eyes landed on you at the table, engrossed in a bowl of stew, wrapped in an oversized sweater that concealed most of your figure. Shit... now she must think I'm weirdo…a creepy weirdo, he silently lamented, walking towards the bowl of stew you had prepared for him. Taking a seat across from you, the deafening silence engulfed them both. This is so awkward, he thought to himself, realizing that neither of them had taken a bite of their food. You were staring at him intensely, but every time Adrian met your gaze, you would quickly divert your eyes back to your bowl.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you mustered the courage to speak. "Um... what were you doing in the bathroom, buddy?" you asked, your voice trembling and a faint blush coloring your cheeks, accompanied by a quirky accent that betrayed your nervousness.

Okay, Vigilante, think! Adrian's mind raced, desperately trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "I... uh... I definitely wasn't masturbating to YOU. Those were different underwear... from someone else," he blurted out, grimacing at the absurdity of his words.

"Wait, so you just have random women's underwear lying around?" you questioned, a mix of confusion and curiosity evident in your voice. "And those definitely look like mine. Plus, I didn't even mention why you had your hand on your..."

Adrian abruptly stood up, grabbing the bowl of stew and placing it on the sink counter. Nope! No sir! Adrian may struggle with social cues, but he's at least self-aware enough to recognize the awkwardness of the situation. "HAHA! I'm going to sit over there now!" he exclaimed, walking—or rather sprinting—over to his couch, sitting down and grabbing a pillow to discreetly cover his lap. Despite everything that had transpired, he still found himself with a slight boner. Annoyed with himself, Adrian readjusted himself in his jeans. Before he could do anything else, you approached him and settled down beside him, pretending to watch TV. Both of you knew you weren't actually paying attention to what was playing on the screen. The tension hung heavily in the air as you sat in close proximity.

Finally, you broke the silence again, turning to gently tug at the pillow in his lap. "What's underneath the pillow? What do you have there?" you asked, a curious expression on your face.

He didn't respond, but your hand's proximity to his lap caused his dwindling erection to stir back to life. Now he definitely didn't want that pillow moved, avoiding eye contact with you until you poked him in the side.

"Do you... like me, Mr.Vigilante~?" you inquired, playfully poking him and repeating the question. Since joining the team, you had developed feelings for Adrian. You found his goofiness and humor endearing, and his well-built physique, glimpsed when you once had to patch up a knife wound on his stomach, had left a lasting impression. That was the moment you resolved to ask him out. Despite the team's annoyance with Adrian, you indulged him and eagerly listened to whatever he had to say. However, it always seemed like he didn't understand your hints or invitations, often diverting the conversation or bringing Peacemaker along to your "hangouts." Smith had advised you to be direct, but that felt intimidating. So, you continued dropping hints, eventually assuming he simply didn't reciprocate your feelings and contented yourself with pretending to play house during the team's absence. But now? After witnessing the bathroom incident, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

Adrian took hold of your hand with his free one, his gaze intense as you nervously swallowed.

"(Y/N), knock it off," he said in a monotone voice. Yes, of course he liked you! But you didn’t have to be a dick and tease him. He already knows you think he’s a creep.

Both of you locked eyes, the tension palpable.

"And if I don't? What are YOU going to do about it? Are you gonna punish me Mr.Vigilante~" you grinned, realizing that maybe being a bit bratty was the key to getting through to him. Or maybe taunting the trained killer was not the best idea if he already didn’t like you but you had to try! Did he enjoy this? Was that what it took?

He looks back at you confused before raising an eyebrow. “Yeah maybe I will?”

“Ooo what was my crime then?” You taunt again shimmying your shoulders letting the tank top fall a little.

He quickly is able to grab both of your wrist with one hand pinning you down to the couch. You feel your pussy clench as he lets the pillow fall away and with that hand starts running it in between your thighs. Adrian would lean down his face in the crook of your neck just grazing your ear. “For being so fucking annoying.” He says with a gruff tone. He couldn't take it anymore. Your breath rapids as you feel his hand grope and grip every part of your body. Like he couldn’t believe you were real and this was happening. Your thighs, your stomach, your breasts. He paid extra attention to your breasts groping over the fabric of your thin tank top and then pinching your nipple eliciting a surprise squeak from you.

“Walking around all the time in those tiny skimpy outfits. You were practically begging me to fuck you weren’t you?” His breathing ragged as he stayed in the crock of your neck like he was trying to control himself but was finding it difficult. His hard cock still restrained to his jeans rubs against your thigh. You can feel its warmth radiating every-time it does so

You don’t answer at first just in shock that this was happening at all. You want to say something but when you open your mouth no words come out. “You wanted me to touch these perfect tits and this ass!” He gropes your ass next hard, sure to leave some type of mark due to the slight stinging sensation left by his hand. Adrian would soon drift towards your neck giving you light kisses before biting hard leaving huge hickey marks all around your collarbone and neck. “You wanted me to mark you up. Make sure everyone knows who belong to~”

You gasp, closing your eyes at the sensation biting your lips as he works. He stops for a second looking at his work, kinda proud of himself. You tremble underneath him overstimulated from everything that’s just happened. “Adri-” Your words are cut short from him pulling your shorts aside. “Not uh not Adrian? Vigilante. Come on say it~” He sings as you feel him slip past your underwear as he sinks two fingers inside of you. You squirm around as you feel his fingers sink deeper into your pussy which clenches at his fingers. His thumb swirls around your clit which makes you squirm even more. “V-Vigilante!” You moan out at the onslaught of sensations. He hums with an appreciative tone as he continues your thighs clamp down on his hand but that doesn't stop him as he pries your thighs up letting go of your wrists to do so. He pumps his fingers going slow at first as he continues he changes the pace. You're so close. You can feel it as your legs tremble more.

“Come on baby~ Make a mess on my hand” He urges you, leaning back down into your ear. You grip the sides of his couch burying your face in the fabric of the cushions. You climax as you make an absolute mess. Cum dripping down your thighs on the couch even managing to get on his shirt. Adrian smiles as he leans back up sliding his fingers out with a lewd wet noise. He looks at his fingers and shirt amazed. You heaved trying to regain your senses as the world spinned for a second but Adrian doesn’t give you that chance.

“Don’t give out on me now?” He chuckled as he sucked on his two fingers. “Damn you’re sweeter than I expected?” He laughs. You were about to open your mouth before you heard a quick zipping noise followed by you feeling Adrian rip your tank top off. It was surprising how much ease it took him to rip it.

That was not as surprising as him grabbing your wrist and yanking you to the ground in front of him as he sat on the couch. When you finally settled yourself you came face to face with his cock right in front of you. It was way bigger than you expected and aching for you.

“Go on?” He urges you but you anxiously look at him like you have no clue on what to do next. “Really?” He laughs at your innocence. “Okay so say ah! With your tongue sticking out.” Adrian instructs and you do as told. “Like thi-” Before you could even get your question out he slams his thick cock down your throat earning a gagging noise from you. He places one hand wrapped in your hair as he forces your head up and down. “J-j-just like that. F-Fuck your throat is tight babe. Even tighter than that little pussy of yours.” Adrian groans as he bops your head up and down. Soon though he’s rambling. He can’t keep his composure after fantasizing about this moment since forever it was hard to focus.

“Fu-fuck! Take it all… fuck…look at you on your knees… swallowing my cock down… so fucking eager! F-fuck I need you so bad…" He continued to ramble incoherently not making sense just a assortment of fucks. He finally couldn’t hold out any longer and he let his orgasm build, slamming his cock down your throat exploding inside. Your throat bopping as you greedily swallowed his cum. He pumped a little inside your throat staying there for a second lost in bliss before you slapped his thighs in urgency. “Oh shit! I-i’m sorry! I was too rough..” He would say with a grimace rubbing your cheek as you coughed a little.

“I-it’s okay! I liked it..” You say hoarse.

“Really?”

You nod which earns a dorky smile from Adrian who pulls you up in his lap smiling. You're more than exhausted as you sit in his lap letting yourself rest on his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist snuggling his nose into your back kissing your shoulder blades

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

A Picture's Worth 1000 Words (Alt. POV Rick Flag Rewrite)

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: It was an accident, something you were never supposed to see. But when you had asked to borrow his notes, it never crossed Rick's mind what else was in that notebook...

Word Count: 2733

TW: Fluff, Love Confession

Original Drabble

For Rick, briefing days were the worst. Not only did Waller always start them off by droning on for an hour about all their recent mistakes before ever getting to their latest assignment, but it was time he could be spending with you. Sure, you were sitting a few seats over from him, but it felt like a million miles away when he couldn’t talk to you, couldn’t make jokes about Waller’s latest fashion catastrophe, couldn’t make snide comments about her finding fault in everything they did on the mission. But today it seems it didn’t really matter anyway.

You were usually so on top of your game, so it was surprising to see you had actually let yourself nod off in the middle of the meeting. However, as much as you had been running yourself ragged these past few weeks, he was glad you were getting some rest. But still, Rick wondered if he should try and wake you up. If Waller saw you, there would be hell to pay. So, reluctantly, Rick took his pen and lightly poked you in the back of the head. You shifted slightly but didn’t wake up. He tried again, but then winced when the pen became entangled in your hair. But when he let it go and it stuck, his concern quickly shifted to glee.

Years ago after a particularly boring meeting, Rick had fallen asleep just to wake up to his normal American flag baseball cap replaced with one that read “I’m with stupid” with an arrow pointing down. It had taken close to an hour after the meeting (and a bunch of snickering and pointing in the halls) for him to realize it. He had sworn revenge, but you proposed an alternative. If either of them fell asleep during a briefing, they would become free game to mess with. It not only gave them more of a motive to stay awake in the long monotonous meetings, but it allowed the other person to have a little fun. So, instead of finishing your reports, the two of you spent the afternoon detailing a long list of rules and limits. And since then, the game had been on.

So, Rick quickly dug through the bag that he brought to the debriefs just for opportunities like this. Pulling out a handful of pens, Rick spent the next five minutes strategically sliding the pens into your hair. When he was finished, he sat back with a wide grin. You looked like his high school art teacher with five or six pens sticking out of your head at random angles. He was just about to take out his phone and slyly try to take a picture when you shifted in your seat, giving him a better view of your face.

Rick felt his heart leap in his chest as he drank in the view before him. You had been his best friend, his partner, his confidant, for years. But more than that, you had been his most well-kept secret. After only a month or two of knowing you, he had fallen hopelessly and helplessly in love. Sure, there had been an immediate physical attraction. You were exactly his type, and while you were beautiful and sexy, it was obvious you were oblivious to this fact which somehow made you even more attractive. But soon, those feelings of lust and desire morphed into something else.

As Rick really got to know you, he saw the amazing person you were beyond the physical. How you were so intelligent but not a know-it-all, how you were funny but never in a cruel way, how you could flip between a hardened soldier and compassionate friend in seconds, and how you would do anything to protect those who you cared about no matter the personal cost to you. You were everything he had ever imagined in a romantic partner and more. However, you were his work partner, his best friend. And as much as he longed for more, there was no way in hell he would ever risk what he had with you by trying to make a move.

So, he resigned himself to stolen glances and his notebooks. As much as his father had influenced and encouraged his militaristic side growing up, his mother had encouraged his artistic side. Pens, notepads, charcoal, paints. These were his birthday and Christmas presents every year. And he embraced it wholeheartedly. His art provided him a release from the horrors he experienced in the military, and even though he never shared it with anyone (except a few violent ones he showed you of the things he would do to Waller if ever given the chance), he still drew every chance he got. And lately, all he could draw was you. He knew it was weird, maybe even borderline creepy, but he couldn’t stop himself. You would look at him a certain way or the light would hit you just so, and he couldn’t help it.

Just like now. Because you had shifted in your chair, you were now facing him more directly. And you looked so peaceful. It was a look he hadn’t seen on your face in a really long time, and he knew he had to capture the moment. So, he grabbed his pencil out of his bag and began to draw.

His eyes kept flickering back and forth from you to the page. He wanted to capture each and every detail with as much precision as possible. The way your lips were parted just ever so slightly, and the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. How your impossibly long eyelashes quivered slightly against your skin in your sleep. And your neck… It was extended to one side, baring its perfect, smooth skin to the world. And as he began to sketch it, his hand began to tremble. What would it feel like to kiss your neck, gently and tenderly? To feel your pulse beating beneath his lips as they trailed across your skin? Would you like him nibbling on your jaw, your ear? And the way your breath would catch just before his mouth crashed against your perfect, full lips. How your hands would gather in his hair while he-

Rick had to press the tip of his pencil painfully against his thigh to snap him back to reality. He had been so close to releasing a loud, needy moan right in the middle of the debrief. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he returned to the sketch. His hand began to fly across the page. Normally, a sketch like this could take an hour or more, but within thirty minutes, he was staring at your perfect likeness on his page (minus the pens in your hair). And he softly smiled down at it.

That smile turned into a full-on grin as moments later, he watched you stir and sit up. You felt the extra weight in your hair immediately and turned to glare at him. Rick stifled a laugh and just shrugged. He knew it was best to avoid your fury immediately, so as soon as Waller finished the meeting moments later, he bolted through the back door of the auditorium.

He hurried back to his office and dumped his bag on the floor next to the desk. He pulled out his notebook and quickly reviewed the notes from today's meeting about the mission they would be leaving on in two days. Same old life and death stuff. But just as he was about to close the notebook, his eyes caught his sketch once again. He trailed his finger down your cheek and closed it with a smile. Then he hurried out of the office and headed to the cafeteria.

Just as he reached the double doors, he was attacked by a handful of pens to the face. He grinned as he turned to face you. “Hey, serves you right. You know the rules. Anyone who falls asleep durin’ a briefing is free game to mess with.”

Your face was fuming with anger, but Rick could tell it was mostly for show. “Yeah, but could you have been more obvious! If I hadn’t been sitting behind Nanaue, Waller would have noticed in seconds!”

Rick shrugged, “I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.”

“No, you and I did make the rules! It’s our game, you jackass.” You punched him in the arm but there was no real force behind it. Rick had felt what one of your real punches felt like and this was in no way that. Thankfully. “However, to make it up to me, can I borrow your notes? I obviously missed everything she said in there.”

Rick’s stomach growled and he glanced back into the cafeteria, not really giving your request a second thought. “Sure, but I already dropped my notebook back in my office. I can get it for you after lunch.”

“Do you mind if I just go get them now? I’m not really hungry and I want to get caught up in case Waller wants to discuss it more later.”

Rick shrugged again as he headed into the cafeteria. Of course, you would want to work through lunch. But he didn’t. And if he didn’t hurry, Economos would take the last burrito. “Whatever works for you. It should just be layin’ on top of my desk.”

Hurrying inside, Rick cursed loudly as he watched Economos grab the last burrito just as expected. The other man shot Rick a smug grin as he moved along to pay. Every week this happens! One of these days the cafeteria would actually make enough of the food people wanted to eat. Reluctantly, Rick grabbed a plate of soggy-looking tacos and an energy drink. Once he paid, he went and sat at a table alone. Normally, he would be eating with you but since you weren’t here, he preferred eating by himself. Not that he had anything against the office team per say, but he knew about the bets that they made every time the squad left for a mission and it kind of ticked him off.

But as he took his first big bite of taco, Harcourt called over to him. “Hey, Flag. Where’s your partner? I need to talk to her.”

“Not ‘ere.” Rick said through a mouthful of food.

Harcourt rolled her eyes. “I can see that. But where is she?”

Rick swallowed then said, “She went to get my notebook from my office. Just go talk to her after lunch.”

Harcourt kept talking about needing a report or some shit, but Rick tuned her out. He was just raising his taco back to his lips when a thought occurred to him that made his blood run cold. He bolted up from the table, spilling the remains of his lunch all over himself, and took off at full speed towards his office. He could hear Harcourt and Economos calling after him but he ignored them.

How could he be so stupid! He had given you permission to look in his notebook. The notebook filled with pages and pages of sketches of you. Oh God! If you saw them, if you realized how he felt…. Rick started running faster.

The second he reached his office door, he burst through it yelling, “No! Wait!”

Rick stood there, chest heaving and eyes wide, as he took in the open notebook in your hands and the shocked expression on your face. He didn’t know where to look. You. The notebook. You. The notebook. Finally, he nervously looked at you. This was never how you were supposed to find out about his feelings for you. Finding a drawing while he stood there, sweaty, out of breath, and covered in soggy tacos. But it seemed like this was how things were going to play out.

Holding up the page with today’s sketch, you asked in a hushed tone, “What is this, Rick?”

“It’s nothing,” he muttered. He hurried over to you and tried taking the book from your grasp, but you dodged out of the way, retreating farther into his office.

Clinging protectively to the notebook, you said, “This isn’t nothing. This is……I’ve never even imagined I could look like this…But-but why did you draw it? Why like that?”

Rick took another few steps towards you, silently begging you to not dig deeper into this. “Just drop it, okay? I was bored and I just wanted to draw something. I saw you asleep and….”

“And what? Rick, why did you draw me looking so…so beautiful?”

The awe and wonder in your voice stabbed at his heart. How could you not see that’s how you looked? How could this accurate representation of you come as such a shock? Why was it so hard for you to see the amazing person you really were? But, Rick couldn’t tell you any of that. Instead, he shrugged and somehow managed to mutter the words, “I just drew what I saw.”

He watched your face waver for a second before a look of realization passed over it. Quickly, you began flipping through the pages of the notebook, scouring every page for more sketches. NO! Rick dove for the book, trying desperately to pry it from your grasp before you got to the end. But he was too late. As he saw you turn to the first page of drawings, his body deflated. It was over. Any hope he had of talking his way out of this was now gone. You would know how he felt and everything would change. He wouldn’t be surprised if you asked for a transfer.

Rick stared intensely at the floor, jaw clenched tightly, willing himself not to show you how much this rejection was going to hurt him. But then, he heard you approaching him. Your shoes slowly appeared in his line of sight as you stood mere centimeters away from him. He looked up cautiously, glancing at your face which was a mix of hesitation and fear. But just as he was about to say something, your expression changed. It was one he had seen a million times. You had steeled yourself against your fear and were about to face it head-on. Suddenly, one of your hands reached up and slid behind his neck and began pulling him into your lips.

Rick didn’t hesitate. The second he realized what you were doing, he surged into your lips. For years, he had wondered what it would be like to kiss you, and this, this, was so much better than he had ever dreamed. While never breaking contact, he circled his arms around your waist and lifted you up. He was stunned when you wrapped your legs around his hips, but he took it as a sign to continue, so he carried you over to his desk. Once you were seated carefully on top, he slid your jacket off you, running his hands down the smooth skin of your shoulders and arms as you were left in only a thin tank top.

Finally releasing the moan that had felt trapped in his chest since this morning’s meeting, Rick trailed his lips down across your jaw and then your throat. You arched into him as his hands settled on your hips and he pulled you in tighter to him, slotting you perfectly between his large thighs.

And just as his first kiss landed on your collar bone, you finally spoke up. Breathlessly, you said, “Rick, there is one thing I need to know.”

He hummed in acknowledgment praying you weren’t about to ask him to stop but preparing himself for that eventuality. But instead, he was shocked to hear you ask, “That picture you drew in the meeting today was so detailed, so beautifully sketched and shaded……How long was I asleep?”

A soft chuckle exploded from Rick’s lips still on your skin, causing you to squirm under the vibrations. Glancing up at your face, Rick teased, “Really, darlin’? That’s what you’re thinkin' about right now? Huh. Seems I’m not doing my job correctly.” He reached up and slid his hands under your tank top until they cupped your breast through your bra, running his thumbs over the thin material. You gasped as your head fell back, causing Rick to grin widely. “Let’s see if I can change that.”

[vigsilantes]

the heat (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x Reader Summary: While on a mission during a heat wave, Adrian gets frustrated and just wants to go to the beach with you (inspired the horrific heat wave I just experienced). Word Count: 2.2k Tags: Established Relationship, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Post-Canon, Comfort, Mission Fic, Humor Warnings: blood, knifes, drugs, killing, swearing

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Mother nature must be really mad at us for making it this fucking hot out today. Well, in all honesty she should be mad, but still, this weather is unbearable. Before even getting out of bed this morning, you were already drenched in sweat, your legs were sticking together, and the pit stains you were sporting were dreadful. Adrian hates the heat – like, he absolutely can’t stand it. He doesn’t get annoyed very often, but when it’s hot out, it’s like his brain gets foggy and he can’t think, so he gets frustrated very easily. This morning he was groaning as soon as you got out of bed because the heat was already sneaking into your motel room. So, to say the least, he was complaining the whole time he was putting his suit on.

“I just- I can’t… this is too hot! Harcourt is definitely going to hell for making us work today,” he moaned and rolled his eyes, you couldn’t help but giggle.

The mission this week was to intercept this weird, alien-goo drug that people were using like acid. The tricky part with this goo was that it temporarily enhanced senses, which is why people felt so good after taking it. The supply of it was on the coast, so Harcourt put everyone up in a motel near the beach for this mission to make things go smoothly. After painfully getting ready, the team drove out to a cabin near the beach, which was the front for these goo-dealers.

“Again, all we need to do is kill the dealers and set the cabin on fire to destroy the goo.” Harcourt retold the plan as she drove. Everyone nodded in agreement, seemed easy enough, even with the heat bogging everyone down.

“Can we try the goo?” Chris curiously asked, and Adebayo slapped him on the head.

“No,” Harcourt stated, you laughed. Chris’s eyes brightened; he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“But-”

“Let’s just get in there, destroy the drugs, and get out.” Adrian snapped. He was hot, so you knew his temper was not to be messed with. You rested your hand on his thigh to try to relax him.

“Woah,” Chris began, and you shot him a cunning look that warned him to back off. Shockingly, he obliged, probably because he was exhausted from the heat as well.

“So, what if we get this done quickly?” you started, trying to change the subject. “Could we maybe – go to the beach afterwards?” you looked around, everyone’s faces lit up, including Adrian’s.

“I’ll think about it,” Harcourt sternly said, which you gladly accepted. Before you knew it, the van stopped, and you were there, parking a short distance away from the cabin. It was daytime, which isn’t the most ideal time of day to kill people and set a cabin on fire, but the cabin was pretty secluded, so it didn’t really matter when you guys did this, the sooner the better honestly. The cabin was big, much bigger than you had imagined, but it made sense considering the scale of the operation that these goo dealers had going on here. You and Adrian threw on your masks and everyone got out of the van, except for Economos. You split into your usual teams, you and Adrian were together, and Emilia, Ads, and Chris were together, and you planned on going in from the front and back of the cabin to eventually meet in the middle. You and Adrian were taking the back, while the others took the front.

As you were walking, Adrian was silent, and while he’s usually focused on missions, he’s never quiet, it was obvious that the heat was still getting to him. It was getting to you as well, but you could manage it a bit better than he could, so you wanted to make sure he was alright.

“You alright, V?” you asked, and he huffed.

“I’m hot, babe,” he complained, with no energy in his voice. You shook your head in agreement.

“Well, I know it’s sunny, and hot, and we’re sticky and gross, but the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get out of our suits,” you told him, he turned to you, and you could see his wide eyes staring you down.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” he sounded enthusiastic and pumped his fist, he’s such a dork.

“Well, I didn’t mean for sex, but I’m obviously not opposed to it,” you winked through your mask, “I meant the beach-” you stopped in your tracks as you saw two men walking in the woods behind the cabin. Adrian shot one and you shot the other.

“Pshh that was too easy,” his mood was beginning to improve, “y’know I don’t think we’ve ever been to the beach together,” he candidly said.

“Holy shit, I think you’re right-” you quickly shot another man and he dropped like a fly, “in all the years we’ve been together how have we never made it to the beach?”

“Don’t know, but whether Harcourt lets us go or not, we are definitely sneaking to the beach before we leave,” he knew the team could hear him through your earpieces, “I am not missing a fun beach day with my babe!” he emphasized with his voice loud, to really make sure the team heard him. You heard a series of snickers from them through your earpiece. “We’re in the back,” Adrian informed the team, and Harcourt confirmed they were at the front, ready to converge. You approached the back door with ease, Adrian opened it, and the room was gigantic, more spacious on the inside. There was an open floor with nothing but what seemed to be a shit ton of boxes stacked full of the goo.

“Well this is a super boring cabin,” Adrian softly pointed out, he was right. There wasn’t a single decoration or piece of furniture, it didn’t look like a typical cabin in the woods at all. The ceiling was tall, and there was not a single thing in this room besides the goo - and the goo dealers. About twenty men stood before you and the team, some armed, most not. Several of them turned to face you and Adrian, the others turned to the front door. Gunfire began, mostly from the team, but Adrian was on fire. A series of shots came from his gun, he wasn’t even giving the goo dealers a chance to fight, even if they were enhanced from the goo. They were clearly amateurs though, enhanced or not, missing almost every single shot they fired. Adrian powered through, killing nearly everyone, not even leaving anyone for you to kill. Once his gun ran out of ammo, he dropped it and went for his various knives, throwing them at the few remaining men. All you could really do was observe as he was, for lack of better words, killing it. Once he threw his last knife, taking out the last man, you and the rest of the team strolled over to the middle of the room where the goo was.

“Fuck, Vig, you totally stole all the kills!” Chris whined, Adrian chuckled and shrugged his shoulders in response. Now for the second part of the mission, you each had a few detonators that you were setting up around the cabin, making sure to not leave a spot without one.

“Hey, don’t lick these ones this time,” you teased Adebayo as you placed one in a box, she snorted and shook her head. You then noticed Adrian collecting his knives from the men he threw them in, you grabbed one for him.

“How the hell did you even know about that, weren’t you tied up?!” She rolled her eyes at you with a smirk on her face, Emilia snickered. “Man, fuckk you,” she joked towards Emilia who was slyly laughing. Once each of you placed all of your explosives around the cabin, you walked out of the front door and back to the van. You grabbed Adrian’s hand and dragged him back so you two could walk behind the rest of the group.

“You feeling any better, hun?” you asked, seeing his burst of energy back there. He tightened his grip on your hand and began swinging your entwined arms.

“A little,” he let out a long breath, “still super fucking hot though… I wanna swim with you,” he admitted, “anddd if we stay the night, maybe even skinny dip?” he queried enthusiastically.

“Well, now that’s just too good of an offer to say no to,” you professed, and you could practically hear him smile through his mask. You caught up to the others and joined them in the van.

“All set,” Emilia told John, and as you shut the door, he nodded.

“Got it,” John replied, and as Emilia began to drive, John typed on his computer, activating the explosives. After a minute of driving, you had gotten far enough away and the explosives went off, completing the mission.

“Good one, guys,” Emilia said, “easy mission, but necessary,” she admitted, everyone nodded in accomplishment.

“Sooooooo,” you began, probing the team about the beach - you really wanted this to happen so you could help cheer up Adrian.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know… We can go,” Emilia turned back and grinned at you, “I guess you deserve some fun.”

“Fuck yeah!” Adrian cheered and ripped off his mask. His hair was nearly soaking wet and his face was glossy, he was hot. That prompted you to take off your mask and you weren’t in any better shape than he was, your hair was sticking to your face. After a few minutes of small talk, and Adrian admitting how thrilled he was about swimming, you reached the motel, and you and Adrian went back in your room to change.

“I’m just gonna have to swim in my underwear… I wish I thought about bringing a bathing suit,” you said, as you peeled out of your suit. The whole team would most likely be doing the same, but none of you could care less.

“Hey, I am not complaining about that, babe.” Adrian said, while looking at you admiringly. You two quickly changed, Adrian sporting his boxers and you in your underwear, grabbed towels from the bathroom, and returned to meet the team outside. The water was close enough to walk to, so Adrian scooped your hand into his and you began walking. After a quick couple of minutes you were there, and you all took your shoes off so you could walk in the hot sand. The beach was shockingly empty, people were most likely too hot to even make it there, so there was plenty of space for all of you to spread out. You and Adrian found a prime spot and dropped your towels down in the sand, Adrian then flung his glasses off and they landed on the towels.

“You ready?” he asked, squinting at you because he couldn’t really see without his glasses and from the bright sun shining in his eyes. You nodded, and he took your hand again and bolted towards the water. You didn’t even bother waiting for the team, so once you reached the water you two dived headfirst into the ocean. Feeling the cool water hit your skin was instant relief from the heat. You bobbed your head out of the water and found Adrian inches away from you, with a giant smile on his face. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair glistened from the water. He floated towards you and pulled you in closer to him.

“Ahhhhh, this is great,” he hummed, and brushed your wet hair out of your face. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“I got ya, babe,” you smirked, and he kissed your forehead. His eyes were bright, and he was more animated than he was this morning, so you knew the water was helping. “You always take care of me so I gotta return the favor once in a while.”

“Nah, you don’t need to do a damn thing, I loveeeee doing things for you, like so much,” he beamed. You pecked his cheek to thank him. “OOOH look at that wave!” he shouted, and you turned around to see a giant wave coming right for you two. Adrian grabbed your hand so he wouldn’t lose you in the tide, and you floated together in the water riding the wave. You both briefly got pulled under the water, but it felt refreshing to wet your head again. Emerging your heads from the water, Adrian looked at you, his face pleased.

“This is a fun little impromptu beach date, don’t you think?” you asked as you met his eyes, you loved how the sun made his green eyes glisten. He instantly nodded his head.

“Hell yeah it is!” he smirked. “And you look totally hot in that bathing suit, babe,” he stated as he lifted his hands to do air quotes which made you chuckle. He then drew you into a hug, and the two of you floated entwined together in the water. The was sun reflecting beautifully on the water, and you felt nothing but bliss as you swam in the cold, comforting ocean.

[kissingtons]

millie susan fic

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[bulkyphrase]

AmeriHawk: a Clint Barton/Steve Rogers rec list

A few of my favorite fics from an underappreciated rarepair!

Found Your Husband by sara_holmes (@captn-sara-holmes) (Teen And Up Audiences, 8,824 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: Clint was never any good at strategy. He's pretty good at putting his foot in his mouth, though. Never to the extent where he ends up accidentally marrying someone he's not seen in twenty years, though.

Third Wheel or 20 Dates by cakeisnotpie (Explicit, 9,748 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: Steve and Clint are the third wheels around the tower. Basketball, classic movies, plays, and late night workouts ensue. Turns out, they may have been dating the whole time.

More below the cut!

Contractually Obligated, at Least Out of Uniform by snack_size (Explicit, 57,833 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: A chance encounter in the SHIELD hallway leads Clint and Steve, post-Avengers, to get to know each other better when everyone else is off having adventures. Things develop slowly, and awkwardly, and probably only thanks to one well timed comment by Tony. From there, Clint and Steve try to navigate a new reality, each other, and their various past traumas.

You were good for her by marmolita (@marmolita) (Explicit, 2,364 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Author's Note: "This fic is a followup to quigonejinn's Beast of Burden. It may not make much sense if you haven't read that one first, so please do."

Summary: "Clint, I want--" Steve says, pulling back. Clint looks up at him, one hand on Steve's shoulder and one on the side of his ribs. Steve blinks, looks away. "I want you to hurt me."

Ghosts by AvaKelly (@intermittently-ava) (Explicit, 22,931 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

My Note: This fic and the next one are the reason I ship AmeriHawk. Before I read them I hadn't even considered the ship as a possibility.

Summary: "Under the ice, I was awake." When the words settle in his head, Clint feels dizzy with comprehension. And yeah, there it is, the ripping that slices into his ribcage, sharp and painful, as if trying to erase everything that had touched his chest before. He shudders violently. "How are you sane," a whisper slips out unabated, voicing Clint's realization. "I'm not really."

Illusions by AvaKelly (@intermittently-ava) (Explicit, 26,362 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Summary: Hawkeye looks at him unblinking, unwinds his muscles with an upturn curl of a corner of his mouth that flashes a hint of teeth into the sunlight. He extends a hand, grips Steve's jaw a little too tight. "This is what kills people," he warns, like he refuses to acknowledge it as part of him. It sends a pang of hurt through Steve, because Clint can see a lot, but how can he not realize that it's Clint speaking through Hawkeye's mouth? They are not separate, but of one being, killer and conscience. That is what makes them soldiers instead of murderers.-- Alternate telling of Ghosts from Steve's perspective. Why you should read it: It has about 3 extra chapters from Ghosts of the boys in the tower. Here we dive into what reality looks like for Steve, after the years in ice. The Cat was here.

A Lifetime Of Dreaming by shatteredhourglass (@shatteredhourglass) (Explicit, 15,541 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Summary: "Clint," someone calls out, and Clint blinks. Alternatively titled 'Clint Barton And The No-Good, Shitty, Very Bad Day.'

If I Don't Wake Up Dead by copperbadge (@copperbadge) (Mature, 30,756 words)

Summary: Clint Barton -- subby, ex-carnie white trash, spy -- isn't the kind of guy Captain America goes for. Nobody informed Captain America of this.

in the day by harcourt (@haforcere) (Not Rated, 2,586 words)

Summary: For this prompt, where Steve is a man out of time, and things really were better way back when. Today, Doms control every aspect of their subs lives, more like ownership than a partnership. And when Steve wakes up, every one expects him to slot neatly into society because he comes from a time when "Doms were Doms and subs were subs," right? Also available as a podfic read by GoLBPodfics (@godoflaundrybaskets)

Chase Away the Winter's Chill by drmcbones (Teen And Up Audiences, 4,461 words)

Summary: Everybody sees Steve as the invincible Captain America, the hero who bounced back from being frozen for 70 years and went straight back to kicking ass and taking names. People forget that he's still a human being who underwent a horrific trauma. So Clint is thrown for a loop when he visits Steve's apartment and finds him in the midst of a panic attack brought on by his first winter since his near death in the arctic. Cue Clint doing whatever it takes to look after his teammate and remind him that he is not alone.

Boundless by AvaKelly (@intermittently-ava) (Teen And Up Audiences, 931 words)

Summary: Steve gets rewarded for his sacrifice with the choice of roaming the world as an invisible spirit while he's frozen and he takes it. One day, he meets a boy and makes a promise.

(my heart is) A Church of Scars by Kangofu_CB (Teen And Up Audiences, 4,384 words)

Summary: "Steve." It was a gentle correction, but implacable all the same. "It's Steve. And you never belonged to Loki because I'm pretty sure you belong to me." He reached for the buttons at his throat and began loosening them, revealing pale collarbones and smooth, hairless skin, but before the stripping could get really risque - and some distant part of Clint was deeply disappointed - Steve stopped unbuttoning the shirt and instead pulled the edges of it aside, so that his right shoulder was showing. A right shoulder that was marred by a very distinctive, starburst-shaped scar. The kind of scar an arrow left. Clint's vision narrowed to pinpricks, and he could feel himself panting in short, choppy bursts. In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, Clint finds something to hold on to.

Another First Kiss by Sineala (@sineala) (Explicit, 22,645 words)

Summary: Clint and the rest of the Avengers are alive and safe, home again after Onslaught. The team is getting back together. Life is great. And, what's more, Clint has woken up to one of his longtime fantasies, come true at last: Steve Rogers is naked in his bed and is very, very happy to see him. Everything would be perfect... if only Clint could remember anything at all about how Steve got there. Uh-oh. Okay, so he has a bit of amnesia. There's only one thing to do: wing it. The memories are bound to come back, any minute now. In the meantime, Clint can absolutely, definitely pretend that he knows what he's doing, who all these new Avengers are, and how the hell he ended up dating Captain America.

[babblydrabbly]

Flufftober Day 31 | Rick Flag x Reader

a/n - "And with that the 2022 season comes to an end" ♡

Alright kiddos, I gave @flufftober a shot! This one will be my last fic this year. Have my favorite fluffy trope: idiots in love.

prompt - a sweet treat

fluff - 1000 words - warnings: argus!agent reader. gn!reader. mutual pining. food mention. pre-the suicide squad 2021. admittedly the author's size kink might be showing in this one a little bit what who said that

It’s been an entire season of missed chances, and Rick Flag is officially sick of it. 

Between his time away on missions and your time away from base, it’s as if the universe is trying to keep him away but not this time.

When he hears word that you’re coming in today, he doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t want to risk a prison-wide lockdown or an emergency leave getting in the way. 

Today’s the last week of the year— the last week you bake anything for the office— and Rick will be damned if you close up shop before he gets the chance to try something, anything you’ve made for all those morons who don’t even like you as much as he does.

He’s sick of hearing Harcourt and Economos' damn bragging.

Your cookies, your cupcakes, your oh-so-amazing fruit tarts with, quote: “The sweetest berries we’ve ever tried”. 

Harcourt. Rick impatiently hits the open button to the elevator several times before it even stops. Harcourt doesn’t even like sweets. Somewhere in his gut Rick knows she’s just doing it to irk him. Knows that you’re his favorite comms operative and more.

The doors open with a soft chime as Rick steps out into the hallway. 

He pauses before knocking. The smell of cinnamon and other spices he can’t name waft through the door of your small, Belle Reve issued living quarters— and suddenly Rick fucking Flag is nervous.

Did he really just leave Harcourt mid-sentence and march all the way across the facility to come see you? 

Rick swallows thickly and blinks like he’s just realized where he is.

Quickly running his fingers through his sandy hair, Rick clears his throat and knocks before he steps away from the door. 

You ask your unexpected guest to wait a minute before yanking it open. Rick’s eyes widen as much as yours do.

“Oh! Colonel,” You greet with just about as much confusion.

He’s seen you in plenty of different gear, but never an apron and a pair of mittens. You step aside and let Rick into your small space— Nothing much more than a kitchen and a double bed just beyond that. 

He opens his mouth to speak when that smell of something absolutely divine hits him even harder than before. 

“Something wrong, Flag?”

“No, I—” The colonel takes a large step inside and pauses. You’ve never seen the grown man look so sheepish. “I heard you were bringing something in today and I… well, it’s forward. But I figured, I always miss out. Thought I’d catch you before Waller drags me away.”

The tension in Rick’s shoulders eases as your face lights up. You offer him a small laugh before turning to open the oven. 

“Well, you’re just in time.” You say. Rick watches you take a large tray of something out and follows you over to the counter where a towel is waiting. 

You set the tray down atop it and Rick gets a good look at some of the biggest cinnamon rolls he’s ever seen.

“You made all that ‘n this little kitchen?” 

You shrug shyly. That small smile plays on your lips— the one Rick can't help but stare at. “Had to go into town for some things, but yeah.” 

Rick lets you guide his large frame over to the stool which serves as the only sitting place in the entire room. He looks a little funny there— about three times too big for such a small seat. His knee even bends with how long his legs easily reach the ground. 

You make quick work of scooping one of the center rolls onto a plate, but it’s the next part that has Rick locked on you with wide hazel eyes again. 

Dolloping a large spoonful of cream cheese frosting on top of the roll with precision, you smooth it out with the back until it looks like something out of a cookbook. And then you do it— You swipe a lick of the spoon, just a bit. Your pink tongue darts over your bottom lip to catch a bit of frosting and Rick Flag’s pulse skyrockets like it hasn’t in a long damn time. 

You startle when Rick says your name a little too loud. 

“Sorry,” He shifts in his seat. Trying again in a calmer tone, he searches for the words carefully. “I might’ve also come up here to, uh, ask you something, now that I think about it.”

You arch a brow. 

An unfamiliar wave of hesitation washes over the man. Busying himself with the plate in front of him, he cuts off a piece of the roll with his fork and shoves it into his mouth.

“I was hopin’— Well, I was wonderin’— Christ, this is good.” He chokes out gruffly behind his fist.

Quietly, you place the spoon in your hand into the sink and take your time as Rick chews. When he’s finally through his first bite, you place your elbows on the counter and lean in so close Rick has to inch back. It’s a funny image. Like a fawn spooking a big bear.

“Richard, I’ve made something every week for the past three months in the hopes that at least my baking would catch your attention. And every week, something gets in the way. So I really, really hope your question is ‘Will you go out to dinner with me,’ or else I may just have to tie you up and make dinner for you right here instead.”

He blinks at you wordlessly several times. An eon seems to pass as your little bit of bravado fades. Did you really just hit on your superior? On Colonel Flag? You really just went and did it now, didn't you?

You shrink when he finally leans in to meet you, but where you expect more of that stunned look, you find a spark of heat instead.

“Alright...How about I do you one better and make something for you, huh? How about tonight?” 

You arch a brow at him, shocked. “You cook?”

“I grill.” He clarifies with a lopsided smile. “Don’t tell no one, but some of the other boys keep one over by the hangar. For when we get sick’a the mess hall food.”

With that hint of sugar and spice still on his tongue and the look in your eyes as he stands back up to his full height, Rick lets the doubt from earlier roll off him. 

‘I’ve made something every week for the past three months…’ For him. 

Rick reaches up to grasp your chin between his calloused fingers gently.

“Let me do all the cookin’ for you this time, darling,” A smirk forms when he notices the flush creep up your face. “And if you feel like it, y'can still tie me up after if you want to.”