#peacemaker x reader

[fortheb0ys]

FILMING OF THE SECOND SEASON OF PEACEMAKER STARTED🙏 GOD I WANT HIM TO RIDE MY FACE!! I DON'T CARE HE'S JOHN CENA😤

Imagine his FULL weight on your face. No breath left in your lungs. Dizzy lust taking over your mind. Muscler thighs on each side of your head. Wearing them like earmuffs though sadly the sound of his moans are muffled.

Legs flexing as he ruts against your tongue. Pushing harder, fasting, deeper. Anything to feel more. Warm, velvet surrounding your tongue.

His hard cock leaking precum on your neck. The sticky wetness cooling a white translucent on your skin. Heavy balls resting on your chin.

His ass is perfectly smooth, not a hair on his body. Each swipe of your tongue against his puckering, pink hole sending him deeper and deeper into a mindless fog. Your rough hands spreading his ass farther apart, lapping wet strips along his perineum.

Your thumbs joining your tongue in the assault of pleasure, hooking his rim and spreading it.

Chris' blunt nails digging into your skin as he grips while trying to steady himself. His left hand pushing down hard on your chest as he tries to steady himself. His right hand busy jerking to achingly hard cock. Your breath being squeezed out of your lungs. It felt like you could suffocate. In the moment it seems like the best way to go.

Chris wants to cum so badly, desperately chasing relief. On the other hand he wants your tongue in him forever. His stomach tightens painfully as he feels himself nearing.

He tries to suck in deep breath. His lungs protesting like he's the one suffocating underneath a two hundred plus man. If he doesn't cum soon, he swears he's going to pass out.

"Freedom." He says through clutched teeth as he feels himself about to release. If your mouth wasn't so preoccupied you would have cringed. All you could do was give a hard slap across his ass. It seems the was the final straw, as Chris paints your chest white with one final tug.

He slips off your face and takes a place beside you. Before either one of you could caught your breaths you pull Chris into a bruising kiss. He can taste himself on your tongue, making him just a dizzy as the lack of air.

"That was fucking dope."

You didn't trust yourself to get any words out still gasping for air. All you could do was give him to finger and a little kiss on his forehead.

[ichorai]

dinner & diatribes ; adrian chase. (m)

track eleven of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; adrian chase x gn!reader

synopsis ; the two of you only brought the worst out of each other, but you just couldn’t stay away.

words ; 1.8k

themes ; comedy, mild smut (?)

warnings / includes ; arguing, lots of swearing, they fuck against a desk but it's not too graphic and pretty glossed over, reader punches adrian and breaks his nose, chris is the embodiment of e_e

main masterlist.

“I had him!” you snarled, striding up to Adrian until the two of you were practically nose-to-nose. He had ripped his mask off earlier, seeing no point in keeping it on when everybody on the team was already very well aware of his not-so-secret secret identity. “He was the only shot we had at getting information and you just fucking—Argh! You ruined everything, you dumb fucking piece of motherfucking—!”

Raising his hands in a condescendingly placating manner, Adrian retorted, “Woah! Watch it, potty mouth!”

Frustration crawled through your skin and wove beneath your muscles, nestling within your bones. “God, I hate you. This was my mission. You had no right interfering—!”

“Well, excuse me, first of all, this was our mission. Second, I’m sorry for saving your ass!” he interrupted. “If it hadn’t been for me, you would be out there, bleeding out of multiple gunshot wounds, thinking to yourself, ‘Oh, I wish Vigilante was here to come rescue me! He’s so handsome and I wish I could have sex with him just one more time and tell him how sorry I am for being a dick and ignoring him and pretending like it had never fucking happened!’”

You clenched your jaw, eye twitching. Sure, the two of you had slept together once—it was the heat of the moment and the adrenaline after a bloody fight, really—sodden clothes were hastily torn away or pulled to the side, bleeding lips were roughly slanted against each other, and he had fucked you on top of Chris’ messy desk with wild abandon. So fucking what?

“I was more than capable of handling the situation on my own.”

“Oh, were you, really?” Adrian rolled his eyes. “Don’t kid yourself. Honestly, sometimes it feels like you wouldn’t even care if you died—!”

With a growl rumbling within your throat, you wound your arm back, clenched your hand into a tight fist, and struck Adrian squarely in the face. A bilious crack echoed throughout the dingy room. He reared backwards, clutching his most-likely broken nose, groaning loudly. 

You were well aware of the fact that the rest of the team was awkwardly watching the two of you hash it out. Tentative, Adebayo started saying, “Guys, I think we—”

“No!” you cut her off. “Fuck you, Adrian.”

With that, you stormed out of the room, ripping off the rest of your tactical gear along the way and cold fury wrapping its dark hands around your neck. 

“Fuck,” Adrian said, all stuffy from his bleeding nose. “That made me so hard.”

Chris smacked him on the back of his head, which made him squawk with pain.

“I don’t know, man,” said Chris, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on scribbling a dove of peace on another one of his weapons that Harcourt hadn’t bothered emblazing, despite his repeated insistence. “Maybe you should apologize to Y/N. They seemed really pissed.”

Blowing a raspberry, Adrian waved his most best friend’s advice away. “Pfft—no, if anything, they should be the one apologizing to me. Did you see how my nose was all bloody and crooked?”

Chris momentarily turned his attention away from the crude drawing of the dove of peace (which, unsurprisingly, looked like a ghost), and scowled at the spectacled, borderline psychotic man-child across from him. “Jeez, stop overreacting. Harcourt set your nose back right after, don’t be such a baby.”

“But it hurt!” Adrian whined. “You know that a person’s sense of smell is probably, like, the most important sense out of all the senses?”

“I don’t think that’s true.” 

“Uh huh—scented candle businesses would go bankrupt if none of us could smell!”

Narrowing his eyes, Chris replied, “Yeah, but how the fuck would that make it the most important—ugh, you know what? Just go apologize to them. We have another mission tomorrow morning and I don’t want their panties in a twist because of you.”

Adrian chortled. “Heh, wouldn’t be the first time I twisted their pa—” At Chris’ sharp glare, he immediately cut himself short. “Fine! I’ll go, I’ll go. If I die, please play an episode of Friends at my funeral—specifically the episode where they hire Danny Devito as a stripper. I really liked that episode. I liked it a lot. You got that?”

“Yeah, Danny Devito, stripper, funeral, got it!” retorted Chris, clearly not listening anymore as he waved Adrian away.

Squaring his shoulders, Adrian marched away from his trusted friend and headed to the room down the hall, pushing the door open and peeking his head through. He saw you buried behind a pile of paperwork on your desk, muttering incoherently beneath your breath. 

When you noticed him come in, he pursed his lips and waved awkwardly, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey,” he called out from the other side of the room, a bit too loudly. You winced at his volume, and he moved closer before parroting himself, this time much quieter. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” came your tentative, stiff reply. “What do you want?”

The man in front of your desk cleared his throat, rocking himself back onto his heels as he swung his arms awkwardly. “I, uh, just wanted to apologize.”

“Oh, yeah?” You crossed your arms, cocking one of your eyebrows expectantly. “Go on, then.”

“I’m…” Adrian doubled over groaning, stomping his feet like a petulant child, before righting himself and huffing in an overexaggerated manner. “Ugh, I hate this. Fuck—I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said those things to you. It was unprofessional.”

Humming, the beginnings of a smirk began to play with the corner of your lips. “Great, thanks. You can go now.”

Adrian stayed rooted to the spot, staring at you blankly. 

“What?” you asked him.

He scowled, gesturing to his slightly-crooked nose.

Rolling your eyes to the ceiling, you sighed. “Fine. I’m sorry for punching you. Happy?”

“Yeah, pfft, whatever—doesn’t even hurt,” he bluffed, leaning his weight onto your desk in an effort to appear nonchalant. 

You scoffed. “With how you were groaning, you made it sound like I nearly killed you.”

“You’ve got a strong punch, okay?” he heatedly rebutted, before haughtily sticking his sore chin up in the air. After another second of tense silence, he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his fucked-up nose. He coughed into his fist, before muttering, “Honestly, though… it was really fucking hot.”

The dull wooden edge of your desk dug into your lower back as Adrian leaned over you, mouth rough on yours, glasses knocked askew amidst his vigor. One of his hands were buried in your roots at the back of your head, anchoring you close to him, and the other pinned your thighs apart so he could slot between them. Your hands were tightly curled up in the gap between his sweltering skin and his suit’s dark armor, yanking him to bridge the gap between you. His nose brushed your cheekbone every time he surged forward to kiss you—and it sent a mild jolt of pain spidering down his spine, but he didn’t seem to mind it too much, rather preoccupied with other sensations.

Clothes were hastily pulled to the side, sweat beaded both of your foreheads, and strained gasps fell through your lips as he began to move against you.

Neither punching Adrian nor fucking him afterwards were on your agenda for today, but you certainly weren’t complaining. And judging by how loudly he was moaning into the brutal kiss, he wasn’t going to complain, either.

With one final roll of his hips into yours, he bucked forward with a strangled, choking noise as his climax washed over him just when you were pushed off the edge as well, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“God, you’re loud,” you panted, snaking your hands to his hair to gently pull him away from the crevice of your neck. 

He stared at you with full-blown pupils, delighting in the fact that you were quivering against him ever so slightly. “And you’re so fucking hot.”

“Alright, buddy, we’re done here,” you said, patting his chest, before pushing away and straightening out your wrinkled clothes. “This is the last time this is ever happening, by the way.”

Adrian scoffed, righting his glasses up his nose. “Uh huh, yeah right. Admit it, you just can’t resist me. I’m like the peanut butter to your jelly! The… the chocolate to your pizza!”

Nose wrinkling, you shook your head incredulously. “What? Who the fuck eats chocolate with pizza?”

“Uh, duh, I do,” he replied, as if it were obvious. “It’s amazing—you should really try it. I don’t know, maybe you could come over to my place one day and have some. Nothing beats the perfect ratio of greasy-crispy Hawaiian pizza and Nutella straight from the jar.”

Kiss-swollen lips parting, you leaned against your desk out of interest once again. Adrian was fidgeting with his hands awkwardly and began looking everywhere but you, like he hadn’t just fucked you silly literally a minute ago.

“Are you asking me out?”

“No!” he said. “Maybe.”

You regarded him with a strange look.

“Ugh, yes, fine, I’m asking you out. Well, technically in—I’m asking you into my house. Preferably into my bed—”

“Alright!” you interrupted, holding your hands out. “Fine. Only this one time. But just because you’ve come in me twice by now doesn’t mean you can go on falling in love with me, okay?”

Brightening, Adrian sidled closer to you, the green of his eyes glimmering beneath the flickering lights hanging over your desk. “Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem. If anything, you should watch out for falling in love with me. I’m quite the catch, you know?”

It was hard to suppress the growing grin forming over your lips. “You’ve got the Barbie Girl song as your ringtone.”

“Yeah, and? It’s a good song—super catchy. It’s practically a chick magnet,” he defended, beaming like an idiot. 

You rolled your eyes, patting his chest twice, before striding away from both him and your desk, off to go to the bathroom to clean up the sticky mess between your thighs. Adrian watched you go, before repeatedly punching the air with excitement and breaking out into a dance—not to music, but to the buzz of the office’s artificial lights, and the lethargic whir of the semi-broken air conditioner. 

 From outside, he could hear Chris greet you, and he momentarily paused in his little victory jig.

“Oh, hi, Y/N! Hah, your hair’s all messed up, why do you look like you just had your brains fucked—oh. Oh. God damn it, you guys better not have done it on my desk again!”

[multifandomfanficss]

You Really Gotta Get Better At Lying

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Featuring platonic!Peacemaker, Goff, and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: You’re a civilian with a superhero boyfriend. It was working out pretty well for you both until one day when you’re hanging out in his best friend’s trailer and you get stuck in the crossfire. This is based on episode 6.

Warnings: Mentions of guns, Cannon compliment jokes, language, and violence, joking references to m-preg and daddy kinks (this is Adrian and Chris we’re talking about and it’s based on the butterfly interrogation scene lol), Angst with a happy ending

A/N: Hey Guys! Cannot believe this is my first full fic I’ve been able to finish since last August…11 months! This year has been pretty nuts for me, but I miss my man :)))) ❤️🧜‍♂️❤️ (Also the part in italics is a flashback if that’s not clear.)

“Come in Adrian!” You heard a voice coming from the trailer as your boyfriend knocked.

“How did you know it was me?” Adrian asked.

“You knock in a very annoying way. Hi, (Y/N).” Chris said as you walked into his place.

“I’m sorry.” You placed a hand on Adrian’s shoulder.

“Well I think it it’s cute.” You smiled at him. He smiled down at you, breaking into an infectious smile. Your own smile only grew. “Hi, Chris.” You said turning to look at Peacemaker. Today was your day off and Adrian wanted to get wasted at the trailer. Despite not always getting along, you were pretty good friends with Chris so you loved going to his place with Adrian to hang out. When you got there he was in his super suit. This was no surprise to you. Adrian had brought his as well. Usually a day at Chris’ meant at least an hour would be spent doing target practice or what you liked to call watching your two favorite idiots fuck around.

You had learned about Vigilante not too long into dating Adrian. It wasn’t hard to figure out. You loved him, but he was an awful liar. One slip up lead to another and suddenly it was 3am and Vigilante was knocking on your door. You’d had a nightmare and called Adrian because you knew he was a night owl. You woke up hyperventilating and sweating, too scared to go back to sleep. You just wanted to hear his voice, but you weren’t gonna complain when he said he couldn’t sleep either and was on a late night walk by your apartment. You didn’t question how weird that sounded, you just wanted to be with him so you said he could come over. What you didn’t know was that he was actually on patrol on your side of town. He meant to change, before reaching your door, but somehow he was in such a hurry to get to you he just forgot. He didn’t realize when you screamed upon opening the door, already shaken up from your nightmare and now confused as to why the news’ least favorite costumed crime fighter was at your apartment. He screamed back at you.

“What are you screaming about?!” Vigilante asked.

“What am I screaming about?! What are you screaming about?!”

“Okay! Stop screaming! I am really confused right now!”

The more you thought about it the more you realized you knew that voice.

“…Adrian…”

“Of course it’s me! I know it’s late and it’s dark, but is it that hard to recognize me? I think you might need to check your eyes again, Bug-a-boo.”

One of those silly nicknames you loved. It was Adrian.

“…mask…”

You saw his eyes go wide behind the tinted red visor. His gloved hands went up to touch his face. He’d forgotten.

“Oh shit…” He said under his breath. “I- I don’t know who Adrian is…who’s that? I’m sorry I scared you, innocent civilian. I was just out doing my patrol duties and I-“

“Adrian…” You started to tear up.

“I told you I’m not Adrian. I’m Vigilante. Common mistake. Both names sound like super similar actually-“

“Adrian…” You cut him off again, bursting into tears, hugging him. He sighs.

“You’re okay, (Y/N). I’m here. Everything’s okay.”

You stared at a jar on Chris’ table. It had some sort of bug in it. It was a species you’d never seen before.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“You kept Goff?” Adrian questioned.

“Is that like the name of the bug or did you guys name it?” You keep staring, confused. It almost seems to stare back at you.

“That’s his name. We found him in a shitty politician.” Adrian answered. In him…? You didn’t want to know so you decided not to press as the boys continued to argue about keeping Goff as a dangerous pet.

“Why is he dangerous? Is he invasive?” You questioned.

“You could say that!” Adrian joked.

“Where is it from?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t think they came from our solar system. I feel like NASA would have figured that out by now, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were fucking lying to us.” Chris said on the verge of telling another conspiracy theory.

“What…?” You finally broke your gaze from Goff.

“Don’t even fucking get me started on the moon landing and-“

“No, I mean this- this is an alien?” You cut off Chris. You turn to Adrian. “You’re fighting aliens?!”

“Yeah! How cool is that?!” His face lit up.

“So fucking cool!” You started nerding out with your boyfriend until your attention was drawn to Goff who was drawing a peace sign on the jar in some sort of weird goo. The three of you, after taking about a minute to freak out, sat on the couch to investigate. You sat in between Chris and Adrian. You were hoping this would keep them from arguing, but it did nothing of the sort. Before you knew it your head was resting on the back of the couch as the two guys argued above you. “Will you guys just kiss and make up already?! Jesus! Get a room! Chris you gotta have more patients and at least try to see his point of view. Adrian, baby, we have to ask yes or no questions because Goff can’t speak to us verbally and we don’t have an alphabet for him to spell things out with.”

“What if we got like an ouija board and just let him move the little triangle thing around?” Adrian wondered.

“I think that’s a great idea, but we don’t have one right now, so just while we’re limited on time we gotta keep it to yes or no questions, alright? Think of it like that pendulum thing I showed you. It can only swing so many ways like how Goff can only tap so many times.” Adrian finally seemed to understand. One of your favorite things to do together was info dump about your interests. Not too long ago you’d had a really big hyperfixation on ghosts, which is probably where he’d gotten the idea for the ouija board in the first place. It wasn’t that he was stupid, he was often just running a marathon in his head to find different solutions to the problems everyone else had already given up on. While he was trying to figure out a solution, everybody thought he was an idiot for even trying. That was one of the many reasons you and Adrian worked so well together. You both understood how the other person’s brain worked.

“Okay. Goff, are you here to put babies in us like in alien?”

Two taps: No.

Adrian sighs.

“Dude, you’re upset about that?” Chris asks.

“Well how else am I gonna experience motherhood?” Your boyfriend asked sadly. You rested your hand on his knee.

“I’m sorry, baby. But you know what? Maybe one day you can be a really incredible dad to our kids.” You blushed.

“You think I’d be an incredible dad?” He asked in awe.

“I think you’d be the most incredible dad.” You kiss him as Chris gags.

“Now it’s my turn to say get a room and not one in my trailer. I don’t want you guys fucking roleplaying your daddy m-preg shit in my bathroom.” Chris rolled his eyes.

“Oh my god that is not what I meant! Please can we just get back to the alien bug sitting on your coffee table?!” You exclaimed.

One tap: Yes.

“See! Even Goff agrees you’re being ridiculous!” You tell him.

“I am not!” Chris started to argue like a toddler.

Two taps: No.

“You’re acting like a toddler.”

One tap: Yes.

“Woah! It’s like Goff’s on (Y/N)’s side.” You smiled at Adrian’s amusement.

One Tap: Yes.

“You are not helping me here.” Chris whispered in a harsh tone to the jar.

One Tap: Yes.

You laughed. “Goff, do you wanna be friends?”

One Tap: Yes.

As you and Adrian continued to argue with Chris, much to Goff’s amusement, Adrian’s phone started to ring.

“Who is this…Vigilante? I- I don’t know that person. That’s um- is that even a name? I’m- sounds Italian and I’m- I’m- I’m American, so I can’t even-“ Chris ripped the phone from his hand and you gave him a sympathetic look.

“Babe, you really gotta get better at lying.”

“I’m great at lying!” You gave him a smile.

“Okay, honey.”

“I am!”

“A month after we started dating you showed up at my door fully suited up, completely forgetting to change after patrol.”

“That’s because I wanted to. It was my way of telling you.” He was obviously lying again

“Okay, honey.” You smiled as Chris shushed you. He was panicked, far more panicked than usual.

“What’s happening?” You questioned, starting to get nervous.

“The entire police force of Evergreen is outside right now. This place is fucking crawling with cops.” Chris whispered, opening his sunroof.

“Are we gonna fucking crawl up there?!” You whisper yelled, trying to keep your voice down. You were a civilian and despite hanging around superheroes you had never been in on the action yourself.

Adrian grabbed your hand. “It’s gonna be okay.” He tried to give you reassurance, despite not quite knowing what they were up against. “I need you to promise me you’ll stick by me, okay?” You stared at the roof in fear. “(Y/N), I need you to promise me.” Adrian looked at you desperately searching for an agreement.

“O-okay” You stuttered, your mind barley able to process what was happening. Chris climbs through helping pull you up as Adrian lifts you through the hole. You were so scared you didn’t even really notice Adrian had Goff tied to him with duct tape. Chris started climbing in a nearby tree. Adrian pushed you towards it. You shook your head at him, giving him a face that said ‘There is no way in hell I’m doing this’.

“I’m not gonna let you fall.” He promised. So much for that. Not long into climbing Adrian himself fell out of the tree. Usually you would find his clumsiness cute, but now was not the time. Chris put his free hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

“Oh fuck…I’m okay…” He said, a little out of it, just having at the wind knocked out of him. Of fuck. Goff. This is when you fully process the glass jar taped to Adrian’s back…the broken glass jar. Chris quickly helps you get down. You run to Adrian.

“Are you okay?!”

“I’m okay, I promise.” Adrian reassures you.

“DON’T MOVE!” The police detective yelled, pointing her gun at you. Adrian rested one hand on his hip, close to his knife and the other on your back so he could push you underneath him in a second if bullets started flying. You were terrified. You didn’t even notice Goff flying towards the woman until he started to fly into her mouth. Now you knew what Adrian meant by in the senator. Blood started pouring out of her mouth.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled in shock as Chris and Adrian started pulling you up from the ground. Everything was happening too fast. Suddenly you were running through the woods. Bullets were flying. Knives were being thrown.

“At worst, he’s paralyzed!” Adrian’s voice barley broke through to your clouded mind. You could see a clearing up ahead. Just get to the clearing. You can do it. Just get to the clearing. You saw Chris stop in front of you. He had a gun pointed directly at him. Then another. You and Adrian stop behind Chris. You’re surrounded. Adrian keeps you close. Then one of them falls to the ground. You grab onto Adrian’s back, not wanting to limit the movement of his arms. He reaches behind himself to put a hand on you. You turned to see another policeman had shot the guy who was pointing a gun at you.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled, trying to keep your panic down.

“Do you wanna ask stupid questions or do you wanna live?” He asked you as you hid behind Adrian again.

Chris and Adrian pulled you away from the scene as the man shot the defenseless low level cops on the ground. He mocked their cries as he shot them. Chris and Adrian brought you to a car the man had told you about. A getaway car that was waiting for you just down the road at the edge of the woods. Adrian shoved you into the car. You sat in the back seat with him as he continued to argue with Chris, even throwing his phone out the window at one point. He kept an arm around your shaking body. Eagly was squawking in the passenger seat. It was all too much.

“SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU PLEASE.” You started to cry. “I LOVE YOU BOTH, BUT PLEASE! FUCK!”

Adrian placed a kiss to your forehead gently starting to rub your arm. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not you. Usually I wouldn’t care, but what the fuck is happening?! Is the detective fucking dead?! Like is that what they do?! Just like fucking drill into your skull through your mouth and play Ratatouille?!”

“They can go through your butt too…” Adrian said quietly.

“Oh great! So glad! That must be so much more pleasant!” Adrian went to open his mouth, but you knew what he was gonna say. “Yes, I’m being sarcastic!”

“Okay. Thank you for specifying. Let’s just breathe. Can you do that? Can you breathe with me?” Adrian asks, starting to exaggerate his breathing for you to follow. He knew you were starting to get worked up. You always got upset when you were confused, but this was an entirely new level with an added sense of extreme terror and danger. You try to follow his breathing. “In and out. Good job.”

“Forget about the aliens I wanna know what the fuck was up with that one cop!” Chris questions from the driver’s seat, now done using Adrian’s phone to call headquarters.

“You mean you didn’t fucking know that guy?!” You question.

“No! Why would I just know a crazy fucker at the police station?!” Chris yells.

“I don’t know! Maybe the fact that he gave you a car?! You know some pretty weird fucking people! I’ve never met King Shark!” You scream, letting out a sigh, leaning further into Adrian’s touch as he kisses your forehead again, still trying to calm you.

The rest of your short drive to headquarters was mostly spent in silence. You had never been there, but you knew where it was. You were the only person Adrian told everything to. You walked into headquarters quickly, not wanting to be seen stashing the getaway car.

“What the fuck just happened?!” Chris yelled bursting into headaquarters.

“Who’s the civilian? I don’t think I have to remind you of the privacy of this mission.” A man who seemed to be in charge asked as you tried to make yourself small feeling scared and embarrassed. You think you remember Adrian saying his name was Murn.

“They’re my partner.” Adrian told the team.

“You have a partner?” The man who was absolutely John Economos asked. He was even taller than you imagined.

“I told you I had a partner. You knew about them.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think they were real.” John laughed at his own joke.

“Um…hi. Sorry. Very real partner over here, what the fuck is happening?!” You interrupted. They all exchanged a series of looks you couldn’t read before one of them spoke up.

“Hi my name’s Leota. Why don’t we go talk in the other room for a bit?” You didn’t answer her, you just squeezed Adrian’s hand, not wanting to be separated from him.

“It’s okay. You can go. I’ll just be a few minutes. I promise you can trust her. Eagly does!” Adrian smiled at you.

“I guess he’s pretty good judge of character.” You joked, giving Adrian a smile.

“It’s okay. We’re safe here. Here, take this.” He reached for the back of his chair and grabbed a sweater he’d accidentally left there. He wrapped it around you. He knew how much you loved to wear his clothes. You were happy to be surrounded by his smell. You sighed, calming a little bit. “I won’t be long and I’m not gonna leave the building. I promise.” You nodded, reluctantly following Leota.

“Harcourt you handle this. Peacemaker, Economos in my office now.” You heard as you walked up the stairs. As Leota was answering some of your questions Harcourt and Adrian were downstairs having a very difficult conversation.

“You don’t look so happy. I thought you loved violence. I thought you said it was awesome.” Harcourt started, her voice thick with sarcasm. Adrian missed it yet again.

“Not when they’re involved.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have involved them then.”

“I didn’t mean to! I’m not normal. I know and usually I don’t care, but they are the only thing in my life that makes me feel normal- the only part of my life that feels normal. Even…even when I’m just Adrian Chase, the busboy at fennel fields, everybody acts like I’m a fucking freak or some big burden. But not them. They let me be myself. They like me! They’re separate from all of this. I should be allowed to have this one thing.”

Harcourt’s face softened. “You should be and I’m sorry…but that’s not how this life works. I know you want to keep them safe. It’s only gonna get more dangerous from here. You know what you have to do, right?”

“I’m not doing it.”

“Look…” Harcourt paused taking a deep breath. “Adrian…I’m sorry. Doing what we do- it isn’t easy.” She used his real name. He thinks this might even been the first time she’s really called him anything other than Vigilante, psycho, or dumb shit.

While they were talking downstairs you were upstairs asking all sorts of questions to Leota about the butterflies. She was answering as much as she could until Adrian knocked on the door. “Can I have a minute alone with (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Of course. Let me know if either of you need anything.” She smiled at you on the way out.

“She’s nice. I’m sorry I freaked out earlier. I think I finally have a handle on everything now.” You smiled at him, but he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were glued to the ground. “Ade, what’s wrong?” You asked.

“I’m breaking up with you…”

“Yeah haha very funny. Now, what actually happened downstairs?” He stayed silent. “You’re serious? Adrian, you’re not breaking up with me.”

“Yeah I am actually.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to date you anymore.”

“That’s not true. You’re an awful fucking liar, so look at me and tell me why you’re breaking up with me.”

“I already told you why.” He was starting to get choked up.

“Adrian, I love you.”

“I love you too-“

“Then don’t break up with me!” You cut him off.

“I have to!”

“Why?!”

“I need to keep you safe!” He raised his voice at you. He’d never raised his voice at you like that before. You started crying.

“Why don’t I get a choice?! What about what I want?! Shouldn’t it be my choice?! Adrian, I don’t give a fuck if it’s dangerous! Before I met you my life was awful! I was a freak! You are the only person who makes me feel like I can be my fucking self! You are the only person I don’t feel like a fucking inconvince around! The only one who understands me! Why can’t we just have this one fucking thing?!” You yelled.

He laughs through the few tears that had just started falling down his cheeks. “That’s what I said.” He sighs, sitting on the couch, wrapping you in his arms. “I’m sorry.“

“Please don’t leave me. You’re my entire world.”

“I may be your world, but you’re my sun, I live for you- because of you. There would be nothing without you. Nothing.” He kisses you on the forehead.

“So, don’t break up with me.” You were pleading quietly through your tears at this point.

“I’m sorry. I don’t wanna say I was eavesdropping, but I was totally eavesdropping. If you’re worried about them being safe I think I can help.” Leota entered the doorway again.

“How?” Adrian asked.

“Well, I have my wife set up in a safe house right now while things are a little extra sticky. Sometimes things get lonely. I bet she’d love a new roommate.”

“Adebayo, are you serious right now?”

“Very serious, Adrian.” She smiled.

“Oh my god I could kiss you.”

She laughs at his comment. “Don’t kiss me. I’m married. Go kiss your partner who you’re not breaking up with and don’t tell Harcourt about this.”

“I won’t.” He smiles.

“Okay, now I think you should really take her advice and kiss me.” You smile up at him, kissing him.

“Okay, lovebirds. I’m gonna go distract buzzkill 1 and buzzkill 2 downstairs. I’ll let you know if you’re needed.” She smiles, leaving you to alone.

“I can’t believe you almost broke up with me.”

“Yeah that would have been stupid.”

“Really stupid.” You added, both laughing. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too more than anything.” He said. You both smiled, kissing. You snuggled deeper into him and started a discussion about the logistics of how you would navigate this new adventure.

[oitommothetease]

Crawlin’ back to you

Pairing: Darkish Peacemaker x reader, Christopher Smith x reader

Description: Porn without plot. Peacemaker fucks - that is the plot. Just a smutty drabble I wrote to get out of this writing slump.

Word count: 655 words

Warning: 18+, Peacemaker being a shit dude, some ass play, this takes place after ep 1. 

Chris didn't know what it was. It definitely wasn't a woman, the creature was well, confusing. And when Chris sat on the road with his beloved Eagly beside him, he realized he was hard. Very hard. After months of being in a hospital bed - his body mistook the adrenaline from the fight for an erection. He needed relief - fast.

And so he went back to the bar where he followed Harcourt and met that woman or whatever the dead creature was. He was a bit careful this time - he wasn't looking for just a woman this time. He wanted to make sure that the woman he would go home with was indeed human. As he looked around the almost empty place, his eyes landed on you. And that was how he found you - sitting alone in the corner.

Stretching and shrugging his shoulders in preparation, he made his way toward you and took a seat in front of you. Chris had always been a cocky bastard, and when others pointed out his toxicity, he always shrugged it as his confidence and their insecurity. Because who wouldn’t want him, right? 

You sighed, suppressing an eye roll as you schooled your glass, ignoring the bulky white man sitting across you. You were really not in the mood for whatever bullshit this guy was going to offer.

“Hey, I -”

You spoke, cutting off his introduction. Yes, you came to this stupid place to get laid - but after being catcalled by multiple men - your aim shifted to finishing the drink and just going home to call it a day. “You know, usually when people sit alone, they wanna be just left alone.”

You looked up at him, gazing into his eyes as you delegated. “Can you go?” You arched a brow and raised your hand pointing away from the table indicating him to leave. God, you wished he would leave without creating a scene.

“Thank you!” you chirped delightedly as he stood up because you honestly didn't think he would listen. But soon your expression changed when he turned around again.

⁓⁓⁓

“Thank you!” you moaned as Chris bounced you on his cock - his hands holding your hips so tightly that you were sure it would scar for days but you were too out of it to even notice - on the verge of your third orgasm.

“Hmm yes,” He hummed, “You're such a good girl. Letting me fuck you and so grateful.”

Chris complimented, but you were out of it to even comprehend that he was saying something, one of his hands leaving your hip to squeeze your breast in his palm - his finger pinching your nipple as he pulled your straddled body downwards with your bud and placed his mouth on your ignored breast - sucking harshly. The hand on your hip loosened as his thumb gently rubbed over your untouched puckered hole.

You hissed as his finger made its way inside your empty hole without any warning, your cunt clenching his dick like a glove and he groaned against your chest. You came. Four times, you think. And after the fifth orgasm, you were squirting, and as you opened your mouth to plead with him to stop - Chris immediately sensed this and freed his hand from your breast to insert two fingers inside your mouth and silence your cries of pleasure. You were thankful for his fingers because the sound that would have come out of you would have been so desperate. You were desperate and all you wanted was more of him. Or were you going to beg him to stop? You couldn’t remember. All you could feel was Chris and how he played with your body like you were his favorite instrument.

That night, the only sound that could be heard in the room were your moans as he fucked your quivering holes and of course, your gratitude as you whispered thank yous over and over again.

[starforgedthor]

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

nine. no crime in being kind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fucking multitool.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

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

"I- uh-"

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

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

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

"What does that even mean?"

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

"What?"

"His name is Adrian!"

A long silence follows.

"Why would you save something like that?"

"Save?"

"Like with your powers."

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

"Peacemaker is-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why? Has Chris said something?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right," you say slowly.

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

"And...?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't, but still!"

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

"Meta-gaming."

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

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

"I know -" you say, quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why me?!"

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

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

Silence.

"The fuck?" From Economos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The Berenstain Bears?" You reminded them all.

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

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

[vigilvntes]

You cannot convince me that Chris doesn’t pull you into his lap at every chance, even the inappropriate ones. He insists you ride on his lap in the van to “save seats”, that you sit on his lap in the office to “save seats”, tbh, most of his excuses revolve around saving seats.

i've never needed anything so bad in my entire life gimme a minute i need to catch my breath—

oKay i think you're so right about this. chris loves having you in his lap. literally every single opportunity he has to get you sitting on him, he takes it.

at the headquarters during briefings, at the bar, in the van, even in a CAR (definitely in the vigilante mobile) (cue vigilante telling you he'd kill you both if he wasn't besties with peacemaker and by default besties with you because you're peacemakers partner). like holding hands is not enough for this man, he needs to be as close to you as physically possible so having you on his lap is perfect. like you said, he definitely makes excuses and claims it's to save seats or save space. why take up a seat when you can just sit in his lap? (there are more than enough seats) (literally a seat reserved specifically for you) (but why be wasteful?). really it's because it's a comfort for him, seeing you so peaceful and content with your head resting against his shoulder and his big strong arms wrapped around you makes him so !!!!! because deep down all he wants is a genuine, human connection. also it's kinda because i think he's very territorial, and he needs to let everyone in the room, their mothers and their gay fathers who are madly in love with the man they left the mothers for know that you're his. even the team, who literally already know and are GAGGING because why the fuck do you have to be all over each other in the middle of a BRIEFING???

swooning at the thought of his huge hand resting on your thigh gOODbYE (his hand would gradually move to your ass, and he WOULD be very grabby. and then EVERYONE would be begging him to pLEASE STOP GROPING YOU BECAUSE WE ARE LITERALLY TRYING TO SAVE THE WORLD)

it's not just when he's around other people though, i think this obsession with having you in his lap would definitely be A Thing™️ when you're alone, too. like he could be in the most FOUL mood after a bad day at work, and the one thing that could possibly make him feel better is you straddling his waist. he'd have a beer in one hand, the other resting either on your thigh or your waist and he'd instantly feel a little lighter. you'd run your fingers through his hair gently and ask him so sweetly what's wrong and he'd cave immediately and spill EVERYTHING. it's the only way to get him to talk. also he'd probably have a hard-on. no, he'd definitely have a hard on.

a little nsfw from here

i think you in his lap, riding him would be his favourite thing ever, like by FAR top 10 moments for christopher smith. sure, he likes doggy (but he also maybe feels like that's a little impersonal sometimes?) and missionary (even though he probably thinks that's a little BORING). loves the eagle for uh. obvious reasons. but nothing can beat you riding him. i think he'd love to be taken care of, to just sit back and allow you to take control. of course if he wants to really fuck you he can do that, too. he just likes to watch you, to see every single reaction in your face and really pay attention to every noise that leaves your lips while you fuck yourself on his cock. also would LOVE to be praised during. this man needs to know he's good enough at all times.

christopher smith i cannot guarantee that i could fix you but i could love you so hit me up!!!!!

[honeycombstrawberry]

healing hearts

pairing: adrian chase x gn reader (established relationship) rating: gen+ word count: 2,688 one-sentence synopsis: adrian assumes the worst when he hasn't heard from you in a couple of days, even though you've only been home sick with the flu. author's note: i have been. so very sick. take care of me adrian chase

>> read on ao3!! <<

There’s an incessant pounding coming from— somewhere.

You’re not totally sure what the source of the noise is. Actually, you’re not even entirely sure that it’s not completely in your own head. It’s certainly hurt bad enough for the last— you lift your head to squint at the bleary numbers on your bedside clock— two days that you could be hearing a pounding by now, to reflect the pounding ache inside of it.

Checking the clock again, just to be sure, you verify— yeah, you’ve been asleep off and on for about two days, now. You don’t know what monster flu you caught, but it’s completely knocked the wind out of you.

You’ve had pretty much no energy since you got back home from work the other day and immediately crashed. The entire time you’d been on shift, you’d started feeling worse and worse; on the commute home, you’d nearly had to stop and vomit on the side of the road several times. It’d been a miracle you made it home in one piece at all, let alone managing to drag yourself into bed.

Since then, you’ve been alternating between struggling to get anything into your body, struggling to keep it there, and— sleeping, mostly. Lots of sleeping. It’s felt almost impossible to stay awake, your body continuously attempting to turn itself off to heal itself.

Your aching head is still throbbing in time with what you’ve determined is definitely an outside-source sort of knocking-pounding.

“Hello?” you try to ask, but your voice is scratchy with disuse and illness. Trying to clear it just hurts, so you give up, grimacing as you push yourself upright. You rasp, “Hold on,” but whoever’s knocking doesn’t hear you, or otherwise doesn’t care.

Your joints hurt like hell, but you manage to get yourself on your feet and moving in the direction of your front door. It definitely takes longer than it would normally; you’ve only made it to your bedroom doorway when you hear a bafflingly loud crash from down the hall, your head splitting with the sudden jarring noise of it.

Instinctively, you push the heels of your hands into your eyes, then drag them up until you can grip onto your hair, for a moment, head throbbing.

“Where are you?” you hear a voice down the hall, and you’re simultaneously relieved and incredibly confused that it’s Adrian. “What the fuck— What the fuck—”

“What?” you ask, your voice still cracking, leaning in your bedroom doorway.

Adrian whirls at the sound you make— barely a word, really, but loud enough to be heard this time, at least— and you’re not prepared for how upset he looks. The expression on his face is inexplicably devastated, agonized with the sort of emotion you don’t really expect to see outside of the direst of scenarios. Even, really— Even then, Adrian’s got a smile on his face, most of the time.

Not now, though. Now, he’s half-dressed in his Vigilante gear, and panicked, and running down the hallway towards you before you can even try to process that he’s here, let alone what the hell is happening right now.

Without hesitating, he wraps you right up in his arms, burying his face in your throat. His hold is tight, and your muscles all ache, but it almost feels good, in a pressure sort of way. The way it settles something inside your chest, too, isn’t something to be ignored; you feel a little bit better just for not being alone, just for having him here. You’re not— Your relationship isn’t serious serious, but you—

He still means a lot to you, more than you think anybody else in your life means to you, at this point. He’s still a source of comfort to you; he still makes you feel better. You hope your relationship will become more serious— maybe even serious serious— but it’s not there yet. But—

Still, here’s Adrian, gripping you so tightly it feels like your ribs move. You hug him back, even though you’re a little confused.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him. Your congestion and scratching throat make you slightly incoherent, but he still seems to understand what you’re saying.

“What’s wrong?” Adrian asks. “What’s wr— I thought you were dead.”

“Why the f—” you start, but then start coughing, your voice too abruptly sharp and rough for your throat, right now. Adrian backs up a little bit, panicked, when you bring your arm up, covering your face as you cough and struggle to breath, for a moment. You nearly end up gagging, at the end, but there’s really nothing in your stomach, so you manage to straighten out again after a moment, dizzy and frowning.

“What’s wrong with you?” Adrian asks, quickly. “Something’s wrong. What happened? Did you get poisoned, is that what this is? Poison? Did someone hurt you? Did—”

“Adrian,” you cut him off, head throbbing. You immediately feel a surge of over-emotional guilt for interrupting him, your illness-addled brain bringing up too much unnecessary feeling in response. Almost tearfully, and embarrassed because of it, you say, “I’m sorry—”

“No, don’t apologize,” Adrian says. “I’m sorry, I should be— I should be quieter, sorry. What can I do? What’s wrong, what happened?”

“Nothing,” you tell him. At his incredulous expression, you tell him, “I’m just sick. It’ll pass.” You hesitate, thinking you’re going to sneeze, but it doesn’t happen, which is kind of worse. Frowning, now, you say, “I just feel like shit.”

Adrian pauses, looking like he wants to push back into you at the same time that he’s not sure he’s allowed to. After a beat, he asks, “Why didn’t you— I tried calling? You didn’t answer.”

You glance backwards into your room, at the bag that you’d dropped on the floor the second you got home. Your phone hadn’t ended up anywhere near its charger, nor your hand; you’d completely forgotten about it, honestly. It’s probably been dead for over a day by now.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, feeling genuinely apologetic, new guilt coursing through you. Your voice almost breaks when you say, “I didn’t mean to, I was just sleeping,” and you flash with an embarrassed heat because of it, forcing you to flush hotter than your fever’s already brought you.

“Oh, hey, it’s okay,” Adrian says. His face is crumpling, tone softening; you feel bad for being the reason it’s there, even if you’re not entirely sure why it’s here at all. “Don’t be upset, I’m not mad, I’m— I was just worried about you, and, like, you didn’t call or message or even, like, view my messages, and I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong but if I had I wanted to give you your space, but then nobody else heard from you and you haven’t posted anything and I was starting to panic a little bit that something happened, or someone took you, or they hurt you because of me, or that maybe you would—”

He cuts himself off, this time, chest heaving. He’s visibly agitated, practically vibrating in front of you, when he lifts his eyes to meet yours. You’re surprised to see the fear in them, and the hurt, because everything— everything is fine. It’s going to be alright; things like this happen. Really, it’s no big deal. People get sick. It’ll be fine.

Adrian, though—

Adrian didn’t know that.

Your chest clenches, your heart doing a strange sort of squeeze at the idea of not hearing from Adrian at all for two days, at the concept of him just dropping off the grid and not responding for no apparent reason. You’d—

In his line of work— or, his preferred line of work— you probably would have assumed the same thing. It hurts something in you, that his fear for you made him this terrified, that your absence rattled him this badly.

“I’m sorry,” he says, mistaking your silence. “I didn’t mean to talk so much again, you probably have a headache, and I’m—” He huffs a laugh that doesn’t sound all that amused, says, “I’m not making it any better, probably. Fuck, I’m sorry. Is there— Can I get you anything? Or I can just go— Actually, yeah, I should probably just g—”

“No,” you insist immediately. You reach out to grab onto him again, tilting right into him. Maybe your relationship isn’t serious serious, but it’s serious enough to be intimate; he wraps his arms around you in return without hesitating, kissing the side of your head. “I’m really sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” he replies. “You’re sick, I shouldn’t— I was being clingy, I didn’t want—”

“No, you’re not,” you tell him. You don’t mean to interrupt again, but you can’t let him think this was anything but what it actually is. “It’s not clingy to want to hear from me. I’d be scared if I didn’t hear from you, either.” You bury yourself in his chest, taking comfort from him. You’re starting to get more exhausted, the longer you stand upright, your joints and spine and muscles and— everything aching; you trust him to hold you upright, though. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to do that, I just kind of— fell asleep. And I haven’t been awake that much. I’m— That was stupid. I should’ve thought—”

“Hey, no, come on, don’t do that,” Adrian says. “Sorry, I just— It’s not your fault. You just— You’re sick, you’re allowed to be sick. It’s shitty. I’m not— I don’t— I shouldn’t assume, just because I’m not here doesn’t mean—”

He stops again; you can feel the tension in his body, muscles tight. His armor’s hanging off him in pieces; the rest of it, you assume, is in his car. You wonder what his intentions were if he hadn’t found you here— if he’d thought you were missing and went out searching for you as Vigilante. You’ll have to ask him about those plans, another day; you’re a little intrigued by the instinctive protective streak in him.

For now, though, you’re trying to figure out the tension in what he isn’t saying, not what he isn’t doing. You think over his words for only a second before you get it, all of it clicking into place, a puzzle that fits until it’s a picture you can understand.

“Maybe now’s not the best time,” you say, half-incoherent through your throat and sinuses and emotion and everything else, “but maybe we could think about living closer. Like— together.” His arms automatically tighten around you, his face coming down to bury in his hair. “If you wanted. When I’m feeling better.”

“I’ll move in right now if you want,” Adrian answers immediately. “I’ll— Are you sure? You sure you’re not, like, fucked up on cold medicine? Do you know what you’re saying? What year is—”

“Adrian,” you laugh, even though it makes your chest tight. You can’t help it; it just happens, even through your sickness. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You push your face closer into his shoulder. “It’ll make it easier next time one of us’s sick.”

“So much easier,” Adrian insists. Without missing a beat, he ducks down to scoop you up. It’s so effortless for him, it’s as though you weigh nothing at all; you’re standing, and then you’re airborne, swept up in his arms. “Plus, then we can, like, hang out. We can hang out all the time. And we can— We can watch TV together! And movies! And we can make dinner together, and learn to, like— I don’t know, we can have— hobbies, and go places on the weekend, and decorate together, and I can—” He sets you down in bed again, his monologue broken for a moment when he presses a kiss to your overheated forehead. “—Yikes, you’re hot— and we can get a dog, maybe, or something like a— I don’t know, something cool, like a— house horse or something— And I can see you all the time and I’ll wake up every morning and you’ll be here with me.”

Adrian collapses down in bed beside you, at the end of it all, and you automatically turn towards him, seeking his comfort. You feel cold, even though you know you’re warm; his skin is so nice against yours, and you push for more of it, shoving pieces of his uniform out of the side to get at more of his flesh, desperate for the comfort of him, to feel better.

“As long as you’re sure,” Adrian adds, at the end of it all.

“I’m sure,” you tell him, already halfway back to sleeping.

“Oh, man, I should probably, like— do something,” Adrian says. Before you can ask what he actually means by that, he says, “Do you want soup, or something? I can make chicken, or—”

“Stop,” you tell him, your weak stomach turning at the thought of eating something right now.

He sees the color drain from your face and pulls you back in to rest against him, your head on his chest, ear over his heart.

“Maybe later,” he allows. “I’ll get you some water, though, maybe? Or I can help you change your clothes, or get you comfy. Want me to plug in your phone? Or bring you to the living room, and then you can watch the TV in there if you wanted, or if you wanted to take a shower, maybe, or a bath—” He stops himself, then. After a beat where he seems to think so loudly you can hear the gears turning in his head, he asks, “What do you want, though?”

You’re already most of the way back into what you want, right now. Half-asleep, you tell him, “I just wanna rest a little while,” muffled by his chest. You yawn, jaw cracking, the soft material of his undershirt shifting beneath your face as you do. “I want you.” Tightening your fingers around him, you ask, “Would you—”

“Yes, yeah, obviously,” Adrian answers, before your question is even finished. “I’ll be right here. Whole time, not going anywhere.” He kisses the top of your head. “You get some sleep. Your body needs it, you rest. I’ll keep an eye out for you. On you. Keep an eye on you.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, exhausted. You can feel some stirring sort of excitement in the back of your chest, something that’ll probably come into full bloom once you’re healthy and coherent and awake enough to process that the two of you are going to be moving in together. “Can I have a hug?”

Adrian huffs an amused little laugh that sounds so impossibly fond that you want to melt inside of it. You can’t help loving him, hearing the love in his voice.

“Of course you can,” he says. He tugs you in tighter, arms wrapping closer around you, holding you near to his chest. “How’s that? That better?”

It’s so nice. It’s so nice, and so comforting, and you feel so much better— in your heart, and mind, and soul, if not in your body— and you can’t help the next words falling out of your mouth. It feels like he loves you, and you know that you love him, so you murmur, “Lots better. Thanks. Love you.”

Beneath your ear, Adrian’s heart starts speeding up impossibly quickly, faster and faster, thudding harder and harder. You’re already falling back asleep; you’re not coherent enough to realize what’s happening, or even what you’ve said to him.

“What?” he asks, but you’re completely unconscious again. Your head on his chest, eyes closed, breath evening out though it rasps through your tight chest and throat.

Belatedly, he realizes you’ve fallen asleep. He doesn’t know if you know what you’ve said, or if you mean it, but— it feels like you do. It does. And he realizes, then, the words that match the feelings he’s been feeling this entire time: he loves you, too.

You’re fast asleep, and you don’t hear him, but he says, voice half-hushed, grinning, “I love you, too,” and tightens his grip on you, kissing the top of your head again, keeping you held close.

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[mlm-writer]

And They Were Roommates (Adrian Chase x M!Reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase (Peacemaker ver.) x Homosexual Male Reader (trans-reader friendly) For the pride prompt: Roommate thinks he is homophobic, because gay reader kissing men on the couch angers him inexplicably much. Turns out he doesn't mind reader kissing men as long as the man whom reader is kissing is him. Rating: Mature for strong language and implied sex Words: 1732 POV: Third Summary: Adrian thought he was ok with his roommate being gay, but now he is experiencing some emotions that make him suspect he may be... homophobic.  Notes: Happy Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. At some point Adrian picks the reader up, so this work might not be for all plus-sized readers, based on how strong you headcanon Adrian. Tags: fluff & angst, love confessions, gay awakening, Leota being tired of the emotional incompetence, reader likes to fuck, jealousy and first kiss

“Hey, just wanted to let you know. I’m gay and I might bring a guy here from time to time. Is that ok?”

It was ok. Adrian told his second best friend so 7 months ago, when they met and started being roommates. He was not homophobic; he was progressive as fuck. He did not even feel like his heterosexuality was under attack, when his roommate would flirt with him as a joke. So why did he feel sick to his stomach when he came home today and caught his roommate making out with a guy? “Oh sorry, I thought you were gonna be out until late,” his roommate told him as he stopped sticking his tongue down some random guy’s throat. Adrian told him it was ok.

However, now he was in his bedroom and even the thought of his roommate still being on the couch and kissing that other guy made him feel sick. The idea that they might have had sex earlier or were about to have sex disgusted him. However, it was not as disgusting as how he felt for even having these feelings. “Get your act together, man! I am not a homophobe!” He told himself.

A week passed by. Adrian did not see anyone besides his roommate in his house. Then he left to meet up with the 11th Street Kids and walked past a well-built man in the hallway. He had not seen him before and grew suspicious. He waited by the stairs, then heard a door open, followed by his roommate flirtatiously inviting the man inside. The stomachache returned. Adrian wanted to die of shame every time he saw a guest of his roommate arrive or leave and felt like throwing up. The shame turned into anger.

It was another one of those nights, where he was in a bad mood all shift, because he ran into another hunky dude, before leaving for work. When he opened the door, that same guy was putting his coat on. “Oh hey man, I was just leaving. Nice shirt.”

Adrian looked down, finding out he was wearing a grey shirt with a DnD reference on it. “Yeah, bet you think it would look better on you with your bulky muscles.”

“What?” “What next? You’re going to say I have nice shoes? Think you can walk better in them than I can?” “You’re not making any sense, dude…” “Fuck out of my apartment!”

The guy put his coat on faster and basically rushed out. “Jeez dude, you don’t have to be such a dick.”

When he was out, Adrian slammed the door closed behind him. “What the fuck, Adrian? Why are you such an asshole lately?” Adrian stammered, unsure of the answer. “Do you have a problem with me being gay?”

Adrian shook his head as fast as he could. “What? No! I am not a homophobe!”

“Then what is your problem man?” “I don’t like having those guys here!”

“Oh my god!” Adrian stared at his roommate shouting out in frustration. He came closer, a fire in his eyes. “You are such a hypocrite! Did you ever hear me complain when you had Chris and whatever woman here?” Adrian looked down in shame and shook his head. “Like you three were full on being all over each other in our kitchen and you can’t even be cool about a guy putting his coat on!” Adrian wished the Earth would swallow him up. He had so many emotions he could not place, but the shame; that he could place on a pedestal right now.

“I’m sorry! I swear I do not care if you sleep with men or women… or both!” “I can’t deal with you right now.”

Adrian looked with puppy dog eyes at his roommate, as the man grabbed his coat and shoved his feet into his shoes. “So you’re ok with me sleeping with whoever I want to, as long as I don’t do it here?”

Adrian felt his stomach turn, nausea bubbling up. However, he did not want to lose one of his best friends. “Whom you sleep with is none of my business, especially if you don’t sleep with them here.” Those words came out of his mouth, but each of them twisted his guts. He watched the other leave, seeming just as upset as Adrian’s stomach.

Adrian couldn’t sleep that night. He could not stop thinking about his roommate, worried about where he went. He kept his bedroom door open, ears peeled for the sound of the front door opening. No such sound came. Adrian fell asleep shortly after daylight started creeping through his blinds. When he did finally hear something from the front door, it was Chris knocking like a maniac. “Coming!” Adrian called after he had fallen off the bed and picked himself up.

The second he opened the door, he was greeted with his best friend’s charm. “You look like shit,” Chris commented, before entering. He put the bags on the table and looked around. “Where is your roommate? I brought lunch for three.” Adrian blinked the sleepiness away, then remembered he was supposed to have lunch with his roommate and Chris today.

“He uh… needed to walk the dog.” “You don’t have a dog.” “He is walking the dog of a friend.” “Well then we can wait for him, I guess.” “No! It is uh… a big dog! That needs to walk a lot, because he is so big!” “Yeah that makes sense.”

Adrian was relieved he could convince Chris to just have lunch with him. He turned on the TV, continuing the series they started during their previous hangout. Adrian caught exactly zero of what was happening on the screen, mind still occupied with his roommate. Chris did not seem to notice. The episode was finished and there was no more food left. Chris turned to him, eyes going from the door to Adrian and back. “I think your roommate might have died. No dog needs a walk that long.”

Chris already stood up to go investigate the roommate’s disappearance. Adrian stepped out in front of him, blocking his way to the door. “I lied. We fought and he ran out. I’m sorry.”

Chris crossed his arms and Adrian felt more guilt swallow him up. He did not like lying to Chris, so it was not a surprise that he could not keep up the lie for a single day. “What did you fight about?” Adrian sighed and explained the whole situation and his theory of being possibly homophobic. His best friend thought about it and then told him to call Leota.

“Peacemaker, for fuck’s sake, can you at least not get yourself into trouble on our day off?” She answered the phone.

“It’s not me, it’s Vig. It’s an emergency.” And with those words he poked Adrian in his side. Adrian stared at the phone that was on his countertop, the speaker button selected.

“It’s always something with you boys…” “Leota, I think I might be homophobic.” “That’s the emergency?” “Please, I cannot live like this!”

Leota sighed and told him to do his story and do it quickly. Adrian told her about his roommate and how they had a great friendship that had been on eggshells lately. He told her about the rage and the sick feeling in his stomach. When he was done, he heard Leota sigh again, more exasperated now. “You’re not homophobic, you fucking idiot.” Adrian sighed in relief. “You’re jealous.”

Adrian took a moment to consider it. “What? No! I’m not jealous? Why would I be jealous? Sure, he has much more sex than I do, but…” “Not of the sex! God, do I need to spell it out? You’re in love with your roommate. Now go do something about it and don’t call me again. I have a wife to spend time with.”

She hung up, leaving Adrian with many, many thoughts. Chris started laughing. “Dude! You’re… oh my god that’s so funny!” Adrian couldn’t laugh. “Dude, you’re gay! Just like your dad!”

Adrian’s roommate came home eventually. Adrian had to sit with his thoughts, churn his feelings like butter and taste the bitterness in his mouth. It took some days, until they could hold a normal conversation again, but the friendliness between them had simmered down to a cold tolerance for one another. Adrian could not live like this, so he called off from work one night and cornered his roommate in their kitchen.

“Don’t you have to work?” “I’m in love with you.”

He did not mean to blurt it out like that, but he had enough time to think about it all. Their friendship was doomed without the truth. He felt like he would die if he had to see his roommate with another man again.

“I fucking knew it!” His roommate responded, the wave of his hand knocking over the saucepan on the stove. Its contents poured down to the floor, the man not quick enough to stop the boiling sauce from pouring over his bare feet. He screamed in pain and Adrian picked him up right away like he weighed nothing, running to the bathroom. Adrian sat his roommate down on the edge of the bathtub and grabbed the showerhead. He worked quickly to get lukewarm water over his roommate’s feet, washing away the sauce and soothing the burn. “Thank you,” the other muttered sheepishly.

Adrian then realised what he was doing, noticing how he had his arm swung around his roommate, noticing how the man was clinging onto him as well. He had no words, just a nod. There was no exchange of words, until Adrian had his roommate on the couch and he was crouching in front of it, bandaging up the burns, so the soothing cream he put on was not going to stain their couch and floor. “I’m sorry. I took all those men here to get you jealous. I should just have talked with you.”

Adrian finished up and kissed the man’s knee. “Well your strategy worked, so I am not mad about it, but… Could you maybe not do that anymore?” The man laughed and nodded his head, pulling Adrian up on the couch with him.

“On one condition.” Adrian’s eyebrows neared his hairline. “Kiss me.” His brows fell as he smiled and leaned in. They had a deal.

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[jacevelaryonswife]

— FRIDAY NIGHT

pairing: peacemaker x fem!reader

summary: It's Friday night and you thought getting out of the rut would be nice.

a/n: Hey guys, since I saw Peacemaker I've been completely obsessed with everything about the show and especially Chris. This is my first work published here and in English, so I apologize in advance if anything sounds strange. This work has two parts

Part one

Everything was bad. Your mood, your appearance, your night and especially the guy in front of you who couldn't stop talking about how hard it is to find a cool girl like you — oh sure. With “cool girl” he refers to a submissive bitch who spends most of her time listening to him talk about shit and doesn't complain about not being able to come. This is not you. However, your dubious performance throughout the night asserts the opposite.

Maybe he wasn't a complete idiot, maybe his lack of interest made him seek out subjects where he feels comfortable navigating: himself. Maybe it was your fault too, however, the little effort he's shown to extract anything more from you all night has pointed otherwise. Okay, the moment you decided to go to a bar near work on a friday night may have been decisive for your misery, but what does it cost to get out of the routine?

No, it's not about routine. This is about you.

You don't like to go out alone, especially at night, usually preferring the company of your friends on any occasion. Add that to the particularity of not having sex with strangers and have the perfect recipe for failure.

"So, you wanna come home with me?" Finally. You celebrated internally, preparing to dispense with it.

"Hum, no" You answered sympathetically.

"Oh… Why?"

"I don't sleep with strangers."

"But we don't have to do that..." He said, flashing a smile.

“And what would we do in your house?” you asked, taking a sip of the non-alcoholic drink.

"You can meet her."

“Meet your home? Why?" 

"..." He tried.

"Look, you’re a cool guy." Not much. "But I'm not interested." Please understand, please understand.

"...Ok, have a good night." He relented, lowering his gaze and turning his back on you.

Peace. You relaxed on the stool while finishing the citrus drink, it was a surprise actually, (you expected more insistence on his part) but the current attitude indicated that your prejudgment could be wrong. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. Either way, the relief that flooded you didn't last long when a hand found your shoulder. It was big, warm, and it forced you to turn to whoever it was. You wouldn't say much, just confess that you were leaving and go back to the comfort of your apartment (where you shouldn't have come out), but apparently tonight he had other plans for you.

“For a moment I thought you were going with that guy.”

Oh.

Smith. Christopher Smith. Peacemaker. Chris. The fucking peacemaker was behind you (on your side now), leaning against the counter. You both work on the same team, and since the end of the butterfly project the relationships between the team members seemed more established, although there were occasional arguments (mostly involving vigilante and Harcourt). However, Chris seemed more willing to cooperate and trust, apart from personal evolution in his conversations with Adebayo and you. Living with the group seemed to get better every day. Living with you too, it was easy to like him when he was just Chris Smith.

"Hey, I didn't know you were here." You said. "And he's not my type."

“I arrived a short time ago, I was watching you guys from there.” He pointed to the stool at the far end of the counter.

"Did you?"

"Yeah, and he’s such a jerk."

"He wasn't that bad, I think I was making it difficult."

"Good thing, he probably fucks badly and wouldn't make you come."

There it’s. If there's one thing you admire and at the same time mortify you (depending on the situation) it's Chris' boldness. He speaks his mind, even though it's the dumbest and most uncomfortable thing possible in any situation. It's inconvenient, but brave, and without softening filters for every subject like you have. Not that you're introspective, but you certainly had more tact than Chris in any dialogue.

“That I can’t longer say.” You said, getting a pair of narrow, confused blue eyes in your direction. "Not that I slept with him, but precisely because I didn't, I can't say he fuck badly." justified.

“Puff, he visibly fucks badly.”

"In any case, I'm glad he left." You put the glass on the counter, looking at the waiter. "I guess it's my turn now."

"What? No! It’s still early and it’s Friday!” Chris said, placing the bottle of beer he was drinking on the counter.

"I don't like going out alone, especially at night."

“You’re not alone, and why did you come?”

“I wanted to get out of the routine, but that's not my thing. Adebayo and Harcourt were unavailable so I thought why not?”!You said, leaning sideways on the counter.

"Why didn’t you fuckin’ call me?" he asked, a little offended.

"It's Friday night, I thought you had an appointment." Fuck anyone who's available. “I thought about calling Adrian for a moment, but then came back to reality.” You argued.

“If you had called me you would have if I was busy or not.” He accused, tone slightly irritated.

You weren't as close to Chris as Adebayo, both of you always whispering in the corners about something you didn't know. Economos tried to intrude at times, but constantly got a backlash from both Ads and Christopher. Still, you had a good relationship with him (Chris), advising him when pertinent about any situation (from the most absurd like preventing him and Adrian from training with short range grenades to the more personal, like his father, his mind and your life). He was funny and nice (considerably) to be around. In fact, he was mostly nice to you, even in his Peacemaker persona (except when he talked about the girls he fucked).

"Okay, next time I'll call you too." You smiled slightly. "How are you?"

“Fine... fine, I'm fine.” He said, sipping his beer. “I'm... looking for a therapist like you and Adebayo suggested.”

"That’s great!"

You didn't expect him to accept the suggestion, even though he urgently needed to. Chris was the classic type who exuded fragile masculinity behind a big, thick shell, but discovering he was utterly fragile touched something in you. A shitty childhood with a lack of parental love and a violent environment made him that way, full of failures and trauma that accompany him in his sleep. He had a big heart, he wanted to be accepted, loved, but he didn't know how. It was easy for you, though, to be nice and fun and kind. He was trying, in a twisted and a little outdated way, he wasn't you. You were lucky for that, but he wasn't.

"You need after everything that's happened, and I'm here to talk if you want, even though I'm not an expert on the subject."

He smiled as he lowered his gaze, looking back at you then, “I know, thanks.”

"You're welcome." You smiled back, touching his hand.

He deserved a second chance, happiness... Peace, just like anyone else. It was sadly ironic how fucked up Peacemaker was.

"So was that guy leaving or did you dump him?" He changed the subject, getting as comfortable on the bench as possible (look at his size).

"Both." You replied, withdrawing your hand.

“Did he try to sleep with you?”

"That's inconvenient, but yes."

“Okay, I know you have eyes and a good sense to know he fucks badly, but other than that, why didn't you want to? Why do people in this business never fuck?” The last question seemed to ask himself.

"Because one, I don't fuck strangers, two, people in this business do, but they're not as explicit as you.”

“I’m not explicit!” He contradicted.

"Oh no, and I'm a nun."

“I guess you’re, what kind of person doesn’t have sex with strangers?” He played.

"Me."

"Why? It’s so easy."

"I've never been able to relate to people I don't have a connection with, I've always been like that, apart from that it's safer to sleep with people I know." You argued.

“In what sense?”

“Everyone, what if the person in question is a psychopath and is luring you somewhere else to kill you? Have you seen my size, do you think I would know how to get out of this situation? Maybe I could. Two, what if the person has an STD and doesn't tell? I protect myself enough for that.”

"That's fucking paranoid."

"Maybe for you it’s, but it's necessary to a certain extent for me."

“Ok, nun.” He made fun.

“Fuck off Shitmaker.”

"And I think you'd kick anyone's ass who tried to fuck you, not sexually speaking."

You laughed: “It's good to hear of your confidence in my abilities.”

“You’re a smart girl, you would know to recognize second intentions.” He suggested, ordering another drink from the waiter. “So, are you going home yet or are you staying?”

"I don’t know yet..."

“We can have fun together.” He suggested.

You cocked your head to the side, analyzing him: “How?”

It wasn't weird Chris to flirt with you, he did at times when you two were alone, but never to this point (if that's what it looked like). It was a lie to say you never thought have sex with him, Chris’s attractive, big, strong and with a beautiful pair of dark blue eyes, but it was definitely weird. The strangeness did not come from the persona, but from the condition. First, you worked together, second, he fucked any who can think and and consents, which totally ruled him out of second thought.

But the main point: he was romantically unavailable.

Sex for you was more than bodies colliding violently, it was connection, dialogue, feelings. You never got to fuck anyone you met in a bar, no matter how normal it was for other people, you weren't like that. But Chris. Christopher Smith. You knew him, you like him (most of the time), he's already opened up to you and he's hot as hell tonight. Fuck. 

He approached you, hand on the side of your face as he said, “I have some ideas.”

“Is this the moment I realize second intesions?”

"Maybe."

Fireworks erupted in your body, you enjoyed the sensation as much as it terrified you. Your heart was almost jumping out of your chest. Fuck, Chris wanted you. Wanted to have sex with you. All thoughts of it made you warm, like his big hand was on your cheek. You tried to speak, but you didn't know what to say.

You wanted?

Yes. Not. Yes. Yes.

He worked with you, he fucked anyone. He was hot and cool and comfortable. You wanted him too, but you were afraid.

"If you don’t want-"

"I want." You cut him. "I'm just nervous."

"Why?"

“We work together, it can get weird. And... I don't usually do that.”

"Do what?"

“One night stands.”

Perhaps you were afraid of it. To feel something for him and be one-sided. You didn't want this.

He shifted his stance, looking away quickly before forwarding a look at you never given by him before.

"What if it's not limited to one night?"

“...Don't create expectations you can't handle it.”

“What if I do?”

Your heart was pounding harder every second, not knowing where he wanted to go. “And… If it's bad?”

“I doubt, but if it’s, I don't see a problem with improving.” He held your hand this time. "Together."

"Chris." you whispered. "Don’t do this. Don’t play with me."

"I'm not playing with you. I like you." He confessed.

You were out of breath. Your stomach turned cold and her heart was pounding out of her chest. “In what way?”

"All. There's nothing about you that I dislike, and I'm not just saying that because I want to fuck you. I like everything about you...maybe your toc with alignment annoys me, but other than that, you're easy to like, in every way.”

"Every way?" 

“Every way."

You breathed. “...Romantically too?”

He stopped, looking nervously at you, chest heavy just like yours. “Y-yes. Fuck, I've never done this before. But I, I-I, I like you. I like you."

"Do you like me?" 

“Yeah.”

“Really like? Or just like?”

“I really like you.”

Oh. Chris likes you. Chris Smith likes you. He likes you.

Although you were open about many things in your life, talking about your feelings was still conflicting. You didn't like rejection, who does anyway? Many times you have kept your feelings to yourself, although age has made you more emotionally mature and has cracked part of that barrier. Still, you couldn't help but feel nervous. He liked you, he said, he said.

"I'm getting nervous, this sucks." 

"Me too."

"Y-if you don't like me-"

"I like. I like, I like you a lot.” You said. "I like you Chris."

He looked at you hopefully, hands gripping yours, wrapping them around. "So-" 

"Let's go home."

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I'd love a little one-shot of Adrian introducing his girlfriend to the team.

I think this could be a disaster with Chris not believing that little Vigilante has a girlfriend.

By the way, I like your blogs <3

Adrian introduces you as his girlfriend to the team:

Ahh that can be something very nice and go well or a complete disaster. In the same way I think Chris would question several times if you are his real girlfriend or not.

By the way thank you very much for being the first person to ask me to write something, I really appreciate it <3

Summary: You and Adrian have been dating for almost a year and he has kept your identity a secret even from his teammates. He is very nervous but excited because for the first time he has a real girlfriend and she is not another of his made-up girlfriends.

Lenght:1,1k

You and Adrian have been secretly dating for almost a month, the team didn't suspect anything and that was exactly what you wanted.

At first it was just sex at work without any kind of commitment but without knowing how you started to stay at Adrian's house some nights or he would come to yours and you would spend the evening cuddled up on the couch watching some series, every Wednesday you would watch Fargo at the request of the guy with the glasses, even some days after a hard night patrolling the streets of Evergreen, Adrian would sneak in through your window to sleep with you. Some nights he would wake you up but you didn't mind, in fact you usually made it a point to leave the window open enough for him to get through.

After so long you decided to name your relationship and make it public. So you crossed the door frame of the 11th street boys' base without any fear of being discovered, while holding hands, something that did not go unnoticed by the attentive gaze of the always direct Emilia, but this time she decided not to say anything since she saw that Adrian wanted to say something.

-Emm... Hi guys I have something to tell you- he said with a radiant smile on his face as he was finally able to tell her that you were his girlfriend, his girl, his woman. Adrian Chase the always so called loser and geek finally had a partner and his partner was none other than you, the girl that as soon as he saw her he was amazed by your sincere and beautiful smile.

The group turned their gaze towards you, Emilia had a small smile on her face (she already knew it for a long time because even though your relationship was very discreet, nothing escaped her blue eyes). On the other hand, Economos was looking confused at the scene while he was putting some Haribbo bears to his mouth and Adebayo was trying to take one away from him. Chris was just like Economos, confused, but he was much more lost, he didn't understand what was going on.

And it was at that moment when Adebayo gave up the idea of getting something to eat from John, he lowered his gaze to the union of your hands and understood everything instantly.

- You are a couple! - exclaimed Adebayo

- What? -He was in disbelief, "Hey Y/N if he's holding you hostage blink twice.

- Don't be stupid John, it was very obvious that they were together - spoke Emilia.

- Seriously Y/n you're the only one who doesn't mess with my beard here so if you need help just tell me and I'll send the Justice League to help you, except for Aquaman. He does very disturbing things with the fish," commented John completely serious, he was really afraid for you.

- That won't be necessary John, I'm fine. Adrian and I are dating and yes, it's my will to be with him. But I thank you for your concern - you spoke.

Suddenly Chris pulled you away from your boyfriend's side and put you behind him covering you. No one expected such a sudden action.

- Dude, what are you doing? - Adrian questioned irritated.

- Sorry Vig, John has told Y/N that if she was in danger she should blink twice and I've seen her blink at least twenty times since she entered the room.

- It's called blinking out of necessity, stupid," Emilia insulted Chris, "Seriously, leave poor Vig alone.

- I'm sorry but Vig having a girlfriend is very unrealistic and her being my best friend on top of that is very suspicious. But of course, Y/N you're my best friend after Aguili.

- Is she your best friend? I thought it was me, let's see don't get me wrong. I'm glad you like my girlfriend but I wanted to be your best friend, but don't think I'm not happy for you babe I'm proud that you're her best friend but I wanted too, but I'm not jealous, not at all- Vig was going to keep ranting until you decided to talk again.

- Hey Chris seriously, I'm fine, don't worry, we've been dating for almost a month or at least officially dating for a month.

- Officially? What have you done unofficially? - Chris questioned innocently making you blush.

- We had sex and yes, we did it in your trailer once-admitted Adrian shamelessly.

- But don't say that! - he scowled.

- Oh... I think it's one of those things you told me that even though they are true, you shouldn't tell them because they hurt or make others uncomfortable. ....

- Yes Adrian, exactly- you answered a little annoyed because you were embarrassed.

- No, no, no, no, you don't tell me and you leave just like that- Chris got annoyed and gave you a withering look- You do it at my house and you don't invite me?

- I'm sorry dude, but I don't want her to try other people and leave me because I'm bad, we all know she deserves better but don't tell her- Adrian whispered so you wouldn't hear her.

- Adrian I can hear you- you resist finding your partner's reaction tender.

- No. You can't- he carefully covered your hate with his hands- Seriously, don't tell her, I don't want to lose her.

- I'm still listening to you- you laughed louder as Adebayo joined you in your laughter and Emilia smiled slightly...

- I have an idea- Adebayo caught your attention- Let's go for a drink at Fennel Fields to celebrate that you've finally told us. Just don't think we're not going to have a girls' night out and talk about it.

- Yes, let's go over there and I won't have to make any more excuses about imaginary girlfriends who are pregnant but are going to miscarry.

- Sometimes you are very strange Vig," said Chris.

- Yeah, but I have a girlfriend and you

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some adrian chase / vigilante memes i made, credit me if you use or save.

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The Flag of Justice ~ Adrian Chase x Flag!Reader

A/N ~ The longest project i’ve ever worked on for Tumblr or writing in general. Please be nice about this, it’s taken forever. Thank you to two special people @bvcksmurdock​ and @spcemi​ who have helped me through this whole process and been encouraging. 

Summary: In 2010, Rick Flag was sent on a mission by the military to infiltrate a secret operation. While doing so, Flag found a 13-year-old who he took in as his own. It turns out Y/N, the kid, was given telepathy by the scientists at the secret operation. For their safety, Rick decides to help them conceal this found power. Eleven years later, Y/N Flag, who works with ARGUS is told by Waller that Rick Flag has died on the field. However, Waller names Chris Smith as the hero who tried to save Rick instead of killing him. Y/N Flag agrees to help lead Project Butterfly and keep the man who ‘saved’ Rick out of prison.

Warnings: Typical Peacemaker Dialogue & Violence | Talk of Illegal Experimentation on Minors | Mention of Past Capture & Torture | This will not go completely with the Peacemaker show's plot or the events of TSS movie

Word Count: 11K

2010, Gotham City

Colonel Rick Flag was not supposed to be on this mission. This mission was supposed to be taken care of by General Robert Dubois, but as usual, the two were called to team up. The mission was referred to as Project U, an infiltration of a secret organization of scientists called Universals. They believed that they could give everyone superhuman abilities.  

These scientists had decided to kidnap over twenty young girls and boys to experiment on. Rick and Robert’s job was to bring a team of operatives to shut down this organization and take any children out. What this team didn’t expect was the building to explode before they even set foot inside. 

The rubble from the explosion covered almost everything in the lab. Every single piece of evidence was destroyed. Rick picked over bits and pieces, but there was barely anything salvageable. The mission was supposed to go a lot different, but apparently, there was a mole in the system. Before the colonel could look through any more broken machines, he saw something move in the corner of the room. 

“Dubois, get your ass in here!” Rick called through his comms. 

Rick heard a short on the way through his com and made his way over to the figure. There was no way a human could have survived this explosion. Moving a few large pieces of concrete Rick was met with the face of a child. They couldn’t have been older than 13. The child’s face was full of fear. 

“I’m here boss!” Rick turned his head when he heard his teammate. 

Robert was shocked when he saw the small child, you, looking up at Rick. The two men had no idea what to do. How did you out of everyone else survive? 

‘I want to go home.’ Rick jumped out of his skin when he heard words uttered into his mind. 

“What is it, mate?” Robert was concerned for his friend after watching his face go pale. 

“They spoke to me.” Rick turns around to Robert. “They spoke to me…in my mind.” 

“You think those experiments the Universals did work?” Robert looked towards you. 

Rick didn’t answer, he only brought his hand towards yours. Shakily, you returned the gesture until he was able to take hold of your hand. 

“I’m going to help you. Everyone else is gone. It’s just me, you, and Dubois. Just us.” Rick slowly lifted you. 

“Just us.” You repeated as you slowly stood with Rick. 

2011, Midway City, Louisiana

It had been a year since Rick Flag had found you in the rubble of all you’ve known. The Universals had decided it was more beneficial if they took your memories. You still knew basic knowledge, but nothing more than that. No memories of family, friends, or even childhood. 

You a blank slate when you came out of the explosion. Rick had been caring for you since that day. He was like an older brother to you, someone you could lean on when you needed it. Rick was the only one that cared for you, and you were the only one that cared for him. 

 Rick had asked his parents if you could stay with them, but they weren’t a big fan of your powers or how ‘weird’ you were as they put it. So, Rick packed his bags and found a nice two-bedroom house for the two of you. He found a job working with an organization called A.R.G.U.S and hasn’t looked back. 

Today was a special day for both of you. Rick was going to adopt you officially, or at least you were going to take his last name. It made a lot of things easier and allowed you to have a completely new life. One far away from the torture and trauma you endured when you were young. Signing the papers brought tears to your eyes and it made you realize you finally have a family. 

2021, Belle Reve

It was supposed to be a great day. Rick was supposed to get back this afternoon from his mission, and you two were going to celebrate your birthday together. You were turning 24. A milestone you would have never thought you were going to get to. 

Over the years, you had stuck by Rick’s side just like an annoying younger sibling. Rick didn’t mind though, he thought it was his purpose to help you and watch you grow. It was like he was the overprotective brother who just wanted the best for you. 

The one thing Rick couldn’t help you with though was the superhuman abilities that were given to you. They often overwhelm you, but you have found different ways to calm them. Whether you need to roll a joint, or get into a quiet closed-off room, the voices would eventually go away. 

Once Rick had ended up dating a woman, June, who had superhuman abilities just like you. But, she was just a ploy from Waller to get Rick invested in her suicide squad. The suicide squad had helped Rick understand you better though. Understand what superhuman people can go through when their powers get out of hand. 

You had learned to best describe your abilities like telepathy. Reaching into someone's mind and reading their thoughts. You were also able to communicate via mind-linking with someone, which you find to be a very intimate experience.

Though Rick tried his best to keep you a secret, Waller found out about you eventually. You were her new ploy to keep Rick doing missions for ARGUS. Every time he would almost pull back, she would remind him of “the sweet child that you have at home with special abilities I would love to use to my advantage”. Rick had no choice but to let Waller play him like a puppet. 

Rick’s heart sunk the day you started working for the same shitty organization he does. It’s one thing when he has to go home with the guilt of this shit show, but now you are right here with him. Rick didn’t say anything though. The first thing Rick told you when you graduated was that you could do anything you wanted. You chose to work at the same organization with him as an agent. 

Rick knew he wasn’t going to make it home from this mission. That was why he told Waller that you didn’t need to be on the behind-the-scenes team for this mission. For once in her life, Waller complied with Rick’s order. You have spent the past week working behind a desk, itching to do something. 

You knew something was wrong the moment Waller entered your office. You were just about to clock out for the night, but you were interrupted by the woman walking through the door. She had a solemn look on her face as she faced you. 

“Y/N. I have something I need to tell you.” Waller sat down on your desk softly. 

“Did they succeed?” You ask staring blankly at the black monitor in front of you. 

“What?” 

“I need to know if the team succeeded before you tell me your…news” You take a deep breath.

“Yes. Yes, they did.” 

You broke down after she finished saying that. That was all you needed to hear. You knew exactly what happened, you could feel it through the mind link you had with Rick. But, you didn’t want to believe it. Believe the man who adopted you, raised you, he was gone. 

“You need to know something though. I need you to know that Christopher Smith, Peacemaker, tried everything he could, but he couldn’t stop Bloodsport from killing Flag.” With that Waller walked away.

You went frigid as you heard those words. Dubois tried to kill Flag? And a man named Peacemaker tried to save him? You owed this Chris guy a huge thank you.

Present Day

It’s been almost six months since Rick passed away, and it’s still hard to come home to an empty house. Your routine would never feel the same again, and you had no one to blame, but one of his best friends, Robert Dubois. What a dick. 

You sipped from an almost empty beer in your living room when you got a call. You glanced at the number to see it was none other than Waller. Taking a sip of your beer, you answered the call.

“Waller?” You spoke on the phone.

“Flag, it’s nice to speak with you. I hope your short vacation is doing you well.” 

Waller had given you two weeks off after you had gone off at someone after they made a joke Rick used to make a lot.

“Yes, it is. Is there anything you need?” You tried your best to keep your positive tone. 

“There is actually. I have a mission called Project Butterfly. It has been underway for a few days now, but I think that the team could use your skills.”

“Look-”

“Before you say anything.” Waller cuts you off. “This mission will help Peacemaker from going back to prison. Harcourt, Murn, and Economos are on the mission as well. Think about it and get back to me.” 

Before you could respond Waller had already hung up the phone.

–

You had agreed after a night of thinking on it. Being able to work with your friends and the man who saved Rick was practically a dream come true for an agent like yourself. Getting on the first flight you could, you headed to Evergreen, Washington. You had heard that it was a quaint town, but you knew it had to be anything but. 

While sitting on the plane you got a few texts from Harcourt telling you what hotel you were staying at. You sent back a thumbs-up emoji and strapped in for Evergreen. The flight was smooth, and so was the ride over to the hotel you were staying at. You were going to be sharing a room with Harcourt, which you didn’t mind because she’s a close friend. 

“It’s nice to see you, Y/N.” Harcourt smiled as you entered your shared hotel room. 

“Nice to see you too, Emilia. Care to explain what Project Butterfly is?” You raise an eyebrow. 

“None of us know. All we know is that we have our first mission today.” Emilia sighs. “I’ve tried to get Murn to spill details, but he won’t budge.” 

“He’s always been so secretive, I wonder what he’s hiding.” You inquire.

“Who knows. Maybe he’s got a bug in his brain.” Harcourt rolls her eyes. 

–

You get a ride with Harcourt to an abandoned video store that is the team's headquarters. You open the door to the store and the first thing that hits you is the stench of death. 

“God, it smells like shit.” You cough. 

“You’ll get used to it.” John Economos is sitting at a desk to the side. 

“Nice to see you too, John.” You roll your eyes, placing your bag on one of the clear desks. 

“What? Even the new person gets a nice desk?” You look over at a younger woman who groans. 

“Do you want to trade?” You ask her.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just bitching. It’s nice to meet you, your name is Agent Y/N, right?” The woman stands up and reaches out her hand. 

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you..”

“Adebayo.” The woman, Adebayo smiles at you. 

“Are we ready?” A man walks in with Peacemaker. “Oh, Y/N, it’s good to have you on our team. Chris, this is agent Y/N, Waller sent them.”

You give a soft wave and smile towards Chris and he grins your way. You have to admit the man is very intimidating in person. Looking back towards Murn you feel something off about the man. Trying to subtly get into his head doesn’t seem to be working, and that makes you very wary. 

Economos breaks the awkward moment by shoving past you with large duffel bags. Harcourt and an eagle follow, but Chris is quick to drag the eagle back inside. He seems to be scolding it as you walk out with your equipment. You watch as Economos opens the back of a large van. 

While the team of six places their equipment in the van you take a mental sweep of everyone’s mind. It’s something that comes easy to you, almost like breathing. It helps you calm down and check on everyone. The mental sweep also helps you keep your powers in check and warm them up for the mission ahead. 

After checking through everyone's head, except for Murn’s who you can’t read, you speak with Harcourt. You were about to ask her a question when you saw a flash of blue and black show up from behind a trash can. 

“Hey!” Harcourt calls out. 

“What?” The masked man yells back. 

“Ah fuck, that’s just Vigilante.” Chris groans. 

“Do you know him?” You ask Chris, while you subtly pick his mind.

Chris doesn’t know his identity, but it seems he had a good time with Vigilante yesterday. You turned to Chris with a look of disgust before looking back at the Vigilante. 

“Get the fuck out of here!” Harcourt yells his way. 

Vigilante turns to leave but stops mid-way when Harcourt yells and makes his way back over. He begins to ramble off again and explains that he just wants to protect his “best friend” Peacemaker. 

One thing that catches you off guard about the man is that you can easily read his mind. It’s something that reminds you a lot of what you could do with Rick. When you had a mind link with someone. You know just from looking at Vigilante that his name is Adrian Chase and he has to work tonight, but he is going to cancel to follow the van. 

Although that should be concerning to you, it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Once you got into the van and made your way to your mission, you learned the true stakes of this ‘Project Butterfly’. The six of you were making your way over to a political figure's house to kill him…and possibly his family. 

This caused outrage by Chris, and you respected him greatly for that. It reminded you that this was a man who tried his best to save Rick. He did all he could. Those five words kept your spirits high whenever you thought about Rick’s last moments. 

“Y/N?” Harcourt nudged your leg.

“Mmm?” You look at her. 

“We are here.” 

You look around and notice that everyone is getting the van set up. Jumping out, you look over at Chris who is shakily drawing something on his gun. He curses as he throws the sharpie and grabs his gun. You open your equipment and get out your twin knives. 

It turns out that waiting for a family of four to arrive at a house was a lot more boring than it seemed. You had been sent with Harcourt and Chris to keep a watch. The most the three of you had seen was a squirrel to which Chris said that the team should have been called project squirrel instead of project butterfly. 

Harcourt had gone to the bathroom, and you waited patiently with Chris. It didn’t take long for the bush beside you guys to start rustling. You didn’t have to even see him know it was Vigilante from his…brain waves? To put it kindly, they were unlike any you have experienced before.

You knew that Chris didn’t know Vigilante’s real identity, so you chose to stay quiet while they spoke. Chris spoke to Vigilante trying to get him to go away, but he was stuck on staying with you two. He wanted to make sure Peacemaker was safe, and that weirdly warmed your heart. You could understand just wanting to make sure someone was safe. 

“Who are you?” You looked at Vigilante with wide eyes.

“Me?”

“Yea, there’s no one else out here right now.” Vigilante said in a smart-ass tone. 

“I’m Y/N. I’m working with Chris right now.” You smile. 

“Oh, that’s cool. You are pretty, or handsome, or whatever compliment you want.” Vigilante tries to put his hand on a tree to look cool, but misses it and falls. 

You laugh at his stumble and Harcourt walks up right after the incident. She argues with Vigilante for a moment before everyone’s alerted the family is at the home. It turns out they have a bodyguard called Judo Master who Chris simply laughs at. 

It takes a while, but eventually, Chris gets a clean shot of the family, but he just can’t take the shot. You were about to offer, but Vigilante offers to take it instead and shoots three of the four family members. While he tries to shoot the last, he’s kicked by none other than Judo Master. 

After a long fight, with Judo Master, you were knocked out along with Harcourt, while Vigilante and Chris were dragged away. Murn and Adebayo found you and Harcourt. The four of you were now on the hunt for Vigilante and Chris who seemed to be in the house. 

Infiltrating the house didn’t take long, and soon you were going room to room looking for the two men. Eventually, Harcourt found out the two were underground. Adebayo was able to find the secret entrance, and after a large explosion knocked Murn out, the three of you were able to scramble to get the men. 

When you arrived, you saw that Goff had his head blown to bits and Judo Master was nowhere to be seen. Vigilante was without a shoe, and his toe looked in terrible shape while Chris looked just a little beaten up and…Cheeto dust on his cheek?

--

The seven of you made your way into the van with Judo Master in Economos’ hands. He had defeated the man by beating him unconscious. Placing into the back of the van, Chris shut the door and the van began to drive back to headquarters. You had taken a seat in between Harcourt and Vigilante, who was currently complaining about his half cut-off toe.

“Dude, I promise you will be able to walk. Here, let me start patching you up.” You smiled at the masked man beside you and began to get onto the van floor. 

“Oh, thank you! You know Chris has never done something like this for me. I don’t think anyone has done something like this for me before. That makes you special.” You blush at Vig’s words. 

“Glad to be the first to patch you up, Vig.” You grab the first aid kit. 

“I have a question, Y/N?” Vigilante looks down at you. 

You made a hum for him to continue. 

“Are you free after this?” 

“What?” You freeze. 

“Chris and I have this huge place in the woods that we use as our shooting range. Do you maybe want to go there with me, you know, if we survive all this shit?” You don’t have to read Vig’s mind to know he just asked you on a date. 

“I would love that.” 

You knew that you were lying, you couldn’t stay after this mission, but you didn’t want to hurt the guy after his toe was almost cut in half. The thoughts of kissing you coming from Vigilante’s mind were far too loud for you to ignore. You could feel him smile under his mask as your cheeks heated up.

“Guys come on, we are right here.” Chris groans. “You know I hate relationship shit.” 

The two of you quieted down after that. You made quick work of Vigilante’s toe and slowly put his boot back on. 

“If you guys are done, I have a question. What are we going to do with him?” Harcourt gestures to Judo Master.

Before anyone can speak, Vigilante and Chris are already cocking their guns and pointing them toward the man. 

—

When you got back to the headquarters, everyone unpacked and you grabbed your specific equipment. Chris and Vigilante grabbed their gear, taking off towards Chris’ father's house to grab more helmets. Adebayo had decided to help Economos secure Judo Master, and Murn was in his office per usual.

That left you and Harcourt, who had decided to sneak some alcohol into the old video store. She poured the liquid into two water bottles and handed you one. After getting fairly tipsy with the blonde, you decided it wouldn’t do any harm in confiding in her. 

“Harcourt, can I tell you something?” You glanced at the woman. 

“Sure, I can’t tell you that I will care though.” She sipped from her bottle. 

“I can read minds.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Harcourt was now staring at you, with her full attention.

“Rick found me when I was 13, I was experimented on. I can read minds, I could read yours right now. I chose not to though because it can be draining for me. Some people are easier to read, especially if I have a mind-link with them.” 

You spill the words without a care knowing that you could hate yourself for it tomorrow.

“A mind-link? What is that?” Harcourt had no idea what was going on.

“I had one with Rick, it’s like a strong emotional connection. It allows me to read someone's thoughts far easier than usual. For example, I think I have a mind link with Vigilante. The first time we met him when he was behind the trash can I could read his mind. It was…loud.” 

“I would guess so. Go back a second though, what do you mean Rick found you? I thought you were like his sister.” Harcourt takes a deeper sip of her drink. 

“Rick adopted me a while after he found me. Said he saw something good in me, whatever that meant. He knew about my powers, but he kept it a secret, especially around Waller. She found out anyway though, it was her way of keeping him going through mission after mission. I’m just thankful Rick had someone like Chris there on his last mission.” You smile thinking of the two together. 

Harcourt sits up at that. 

“What do you mean?”

“When Waller told me about Rick’s death, she told me about what happened. I can’t believe that Robert Dubois would kill his best friend. What brought me comfort though was knowing that Chris did everything he could to try and save him. I heard he even fought Robert until he was shot by him as well.” 

Harcourt stands up quickly from her seat, the chair scraping across the floor. 

“I have to go to the bathroom.” 

You watched as your friend stumbled into the bathroom. Shit, you are going to feel terrible in the morning. 

--

Harcourt stares at her reflection in the mirror with a frown. How could Waller stoop as low as to tell you that Dubois killed Rick and not Chris? It was clear that she just wanted to set up this team from the start and the news of Chris killing Rick would have just ruined it all. 

The blonde knew she couldn’t tell the team about this information though. She was sure Murn knew, but Chris could not know that Y/N thinks he’s a hero, let alone Rick Flag’s hero. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if Chris knew that the agent’s last name was Flag. That’s not even mentioning that you just told Harcourt that you had abilities.

Sure Harcourt has dealt with abilities before, but she had no idea they could be easily hidden. Though you did explain to her how hard it was to keep them hidden. In the grand scheme of things, your powers didn’t matter though. Nothing would matter if you don’t stop the butterflies. 

Harcourt is broken out of her thoughts by a knock at the bathroom door. It was you. The team had come back with some interesting news. Economos had framed Chris’ father and he’s now in prison. Now Chris was on his way to the prison to talk to his dad, which was not a good thing. 

You barely kept up with all of the information in your tipsy state. All you knew was that Economos had fucked up and you were all taking a yelling for it. Adebayo had agreed to go after the man, and you decided it was the perfect time to take a nap at the back of the office. 

When Adebayo came back into the office, you were a lot more aware of your surroundings. She had told the group that Vigilante had landed himself in jail. It caused Murn to once again yell at the team calling all of you the apple dumpling gang, causing Economos to laugh. 

“I can hack the system and get Vigilante out, what’s his name?” Economos looked at the four of you.

“Adrian Chase.” You replied without hesitation. 

“How the fuck do you know that?” Adebayo looked at you questioningly.

“Don’t worry about it.” You glance over at Harcourt who gives you an encouraging smile.

“And…he’s out!” Economos cheers. “Who’s going to pick him up.”

“I’ll do it.” You suggest.

“I’ll go with you.” Harcourt grabs her keys. 

The drive to the prison was short but filled with comfortable silence. Enough silence to allow you to think about what has happened. You wanted to apologize to Harcourt, but you aren’t sure what you would be sorry for. Spilling your deepest secrets? Having abilities in general?

It wasn’t like you couldn’t handle your liquor and told everyone you had abilities while drunk. You guessed that you told her because you needed someone to know. Flag was the only one. He was the only one who ever knew of your telepathy. You needed someone else to know, and you assumed that someone else was now Harcourt.

But then there was the other person you needed to think about. Adrian Chase or the Vigilante has become a part of Project Butterfly. There was something about him that you couldn’t shake from your mind. Maybe it was the fact that you felt a mind-link with him without even trying. Or perhaps the way you easily said yes after he asked you out after all of this was over. 

Adrian was charming, but you’ve never seen his face, which is causing you anxiety. You were about to see his face for the first time and you had no idea what you were expecting. Harcourt could feel your legs moving up and down nervously, but she opted not to say anything. The less she said the easier this would be. She could tell there was more than meets the eye between you two. 

Harcourt finally parked the car and you saw a young man walk out of the prison. This moment right now would change you forever, for better or for worse. Your eyes meet with Adrian’s for the first time and something…happens. You wouldn’t say it was bad, but it was something. It was like a breath of fresh air, you could finally feel peace when you looked at him. 

You moved quickly to the backseat of the car to allow Adrian in the front. But, the man just slug his bag into the front and got into the back of the car with you. When he strapped himself in you could see the redness in his eyes from crying.  

“He’s still alive.” Adrian looks over at you. 

You can see the pain in Adrian’s eyes at the fact that he let Chris down. You can understand the pain. You feel it every time you think of Rick. 

“I’m Adrian.” He’s still looking at you. 

“I know.” You say softly.

You knew he would ask about that later, but right now it was the most comforting thing you could say. 

“I think I might have made things worse.” A tear falls from Adrian’s eye.

“I know.” You say again, slowly placing your hand on his.

--

The next day when you showed up at the headquarters their air was tense. Chris was too busy glaring at Economos to even notice that you had sat in between him and Adrian for the meeting. You gave the man a small smile and he gave one back and his cheeks tinted pink before he looked back at Chris. Although it would be easy to read his mind at the moment, you hate invading privacy.

Economos began his PowerPoint about how the butterflies work, but it turns out that he isn’t the best at them. Chris reminded him of that fact every slide, which caused Adrian to laugh with him. You aren’t sure Adrian even knows what he laughing at, but you know how much he looks up to Chris. 

After another rude comment from Chris, he begins to blow up at Economos for putting his father in prison. He begins naming random celebrities that Economos could have put in jail instead. When he does that you glance over at Adrian he seems to be lost in thought.

“The cunts from Riverdale, Snookie, Cookie Monster, hell, you could have even put Gut Chase for God’s sake man.” Adrian perks up when Chris says that.

“Hey, don’t bring my brother into this!” You’ve never seen Adrian raise his voice before. It was…terrifying. 

“Whatever man, no one cares what you think, you’re just Gut Chase's younger brother anyway.” Chris gets up and storms off.

It was clear that Chris wasn’t pissed at Adrian. He was just upset, and it seemed like Adrian ended up in the crossfire after trying to defend his brother. Everyone gets up after Chris does, Harcourt going after the man.

“We leave in half an hour. Economos, don’t fuck up again.” Murn orders.

No one seems to notice the small sniffle coming from Adrian. You glance over at him, but before you can do anything he’s getting up and moving towards the bathroom. Getting up, you see Adebeyo giving you an encouraging thumbs up to which you return one at her. 

Walking down the hall it wasn’t hard to know that Adrian was in the bathroom. He was talking to himself quietly. You could hear the small murmuring from outside of the door. There was no way he was going to let you in there, so you searched for the lock-pick that you always kept with you.

After getting the door unlocked, you opened it slowly. You could tell that Adrian had been crying for a while by the way his eyes were once again puffy. 

“What are you doing?” Adrian asks you as you lock the door to the bathroom back.

“I wanted to talk.”

“Okay…and why are we doing it in a locked bathroom? Are you like, going to kill me–because that would be kind of hot, honestly.” Adrian chuckles, wiping his eyes.

“No…listen. I wanted to ask you about Chris.” 

Adrian looked up at you with confusion.

“What about him?” 

You took a breath before continuing. 

“Is he always this mean to you?” 

“What do you mean?” Adrian began to subconsciously fiddle with the pockets of his suit. 

“I’ve noticed how Chris treats you, and it’s far from how a friend should. I know that you want to defend him by saying that’s how friends are, but they aren’t. I used to have friends like Chris you know. Friends who I thought were just joking when they would pick fun at me for being the runt in my family.” 

“Runt? How could you be the runt of your family?” 

“My…adoptive brother, Rick Flag was far more talented than I could ever be. That doesn't matter though. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t let Chris say that shit to you. Even if he is your friend. I know it can hurt, deep down.” You didn’t want to let it slip that you could currently feel his pain via your mind link.

“I’m thankful for your concern, Y/N, but you don’t have to worry. I don’t care because I don’t have emotions as people do.” It seemed that Adrian was trying to boast about the fact that he was a psychopath. 

You could see right through him. Trying to be as subtle as you could you pried into Adrian’s brain to see what he truly thought. The truth was Adrian Chase did have emotions, but he was too afraid of rejection to ever show them.

“You are a good person, Adrian. I hope you know that.” You smiled at Adrian.

--

The van ride to the Glan Tai Plant was filled with heavy rock music far too loud for most of the van occupant’s taste. It turns out Economos and Chris were able to share a similarity in their music taste. A small smile formed on your face as you watched the two interact. You couldn’t see Adrian, but he was sneaking glances at your smile with a larger grin on his face.

It didn’t take long for the team to arrive at the plant, and you all got your equipment out ready for whatever you were about to witness. However, everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard a loud buzzing noise. It turns out that Adrian had gotten out a chainsaw and was ready to bring it in with him.

“No! You are not bringing that in there!” You hear Harcourt yell from beside you.

Adrian sighs and turns off the machine.

“Ah, fuck! I’m never gonna kill someone with a fucking chainsaw! It’s total bullshit.” Adrian turns and shuts the van.

“It’s alright Adrian, maybe another day.” You try to cheer him up.

“Yea, maybe one day.” He mumbles. 

The team breaks up into two groups. Adebayo and Chris are going into the front with Harcourt and Adrian, and you are going through the back. Although Harcourt doesn’t want to deal with Adrian, she wants to be with you two over Chris. 

The three of you make your way into the building as quietly as you can. When you open one of the many cardboard boxes, you realize that the building is a butterfly food warehouse. It seems like there are thousands of boxes of food. After that discovery, the three of you go farther into the building. 

The three of you are soon recognized by the butterfly workers and are chased into a large room. You lock the door and let out a sigh of relief until you hear a scream of the word gorilla. That’s when you see Harcourt go flying across the room. Fear seizes up your body, and you aren’t able to do anything, but stand like a statue. Staring at the gorilla, you begin to hyperventilate. This has never happened before on a mission, but then again you have never fought against a giant gorilla. 

The gorilla glares at you and roars in anger, ready to charge. You manage to get your arms to move fast enough to cover your face. However, an attack from the gorilla never comes when Adrian rushes in front of you. You look in shock as Adrian is thrown like a rag doll, but he tries his best to recover and get back in front of you.

Before Adrian can fight back the gorilla’s chest suddenly opens into a gory hole. The gorilla falls with a thud and you look behind the gorilla to see Economos who is covered in blood, holding a chainsaw. 

–

The ride in the van back to headquarters was full of laughter and happiness. The excitement that occurred during the mission had caused a boost of confidence from Economos, and a light feeling in the air. Everyone was currently dancing to whatever song Chris had decided to put on the radio, including you. 

Head bouncing to the tune, you smiled over at Adrian who was currently dancing with his arms. You were so enraptured by Adrian that you missed Harcourt snapping a photo of the team enjoying the moment.  It was one of those things that you loved about the team, the fact that you could all just dance after such a strange mission. 

It wasn’t long before the team arrived back at the old video store. Murn had announced that the team had the rest of the day off. You were excited just to go home, or your hotel, to sleep off the day. Harcourt had told you she would be there in a bit, so you didn’t wait up for her. 

What Harcourt was doing while you took the day off was meeting up with Economos and Adebayo. She had some important information to share before it got out on its own. The two were surprised Harcourt even wanted to see them on their day off. When the two arrived at the bar, the blonde waved them over to her. 

“I have something important to tell you two. And I trust that you will keep to yourselves, or at least don’t tell Chris or Vig. You know those two couldn’t keep a secret to save their lives.” Harcourt took a sip of her beer. 

“Got it. Lips sealed.” Economos zipped his lips with his fingers. 

“Never do that again, Economos. I’m in though, you can trust me not to spill.” Adebayo promised. 

“Alright, well as you two know Agent Y/N Flag is on this mission with us. As it turns out, they confided in me letting me know that the reason they agreed was because of Chris. Waller lied to them.” Harcourt took a breath, reassuring her mind this was the right decision.

“Waller told Y/N that BloodSport killed Rick Flag and not Chris. She told them that Chris was the one to try and save Flag instead of vice versa.” 

“Holy fuck!” Economos replied.

Adebayo remained silent but seemed to be distraught by what Harcourt told her. She didn’t understand how her mother could tell such a lie. 

“What are we going to do?” Adebayo finally spoke.

“Nothing. We can’t do anything about this until we take down the cow. It’s too risky and could compromise this mission. We wait for feelings until after the world is safe.” Harcourt was sure this was the right call.

“I agree. If we tell Y/N about Chris then we might have a dead body on our hands, and no one wants that.” Economos agreed.

The three finished up their drinks and agreed to never speak of this meeting. The less anyone knew about any of this, the better. Harcourt wasn’t even sure that Chris knew Y/N’s last name was Flag, let alone that Waller lied to them.

--

“Come on, It’s going to be fun!” Adrian dragged you to his car.

“Fine, but if Chris makes fun of you, I’m leaving and taking you with me.” You grumble as you get into the ‘Vigilante Mobile’. 

It was the next day and Adrian wanted to take you to Chris’ house to help cheer him up. Chris had been feeling bad ever since his dad went to jail. You always felt that pang in your heart when you knew Chris felt bad. The pang that told you he did everything to save Rick, so you should at least help him.

“Your car smells like weed, do you smoke?” You look over to Adrian.

“No. I can’t believe they legalized that shit…” 

You watch intently as Adrian goes on a rant about the American Government. You weren’t paying attention to his words though. His lips were more mesmerizing than you first thought. They were perfect, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss them. 

To be honest, you had never kissed someone, but you sure wanted to know what it felt like. Some people may see it as lame to be twenty-five and never have kissed someone. For you though, it was simply a matter of never having time. Being an Agent for ARGUS wasn’t easy, and it gave no free time for you. There was no time for romance, let alone a make-out session.

“Are you okay?” Adrian looks at you.

You jump out of your thoughts, gulping before you answer.

“Y-yeah, sorry, I was just thinking.” You smiled. 

The two of you made it to Chris’ trailer before long. If America was personified, you were sure it would be Christopher Smith. Good god did that guy like red, white, and blue. It was honestly surprising how dedicated that man was. 

After entering Chris’ trailer, you and Adrian learned that he had kept Goff, the butterfly. It was honestly one of the creepiest things you had ever seen, especially when it drew a peace sign on the glass he was stuck in. 

You watched in pure comedic shock as Chris and Adrian began to ask the butterfly questions. Then, the butterfly answered the questions and you felt like you were going to lose your mind. 

Everything was going fine until Adrian’s phone rang. He picked up and it turned out Murn was warning you three of the police that was currently surrounding the house. Then you heard a large knock at the door. 

“Police!” You whipped your head towards the door. 

“Shit! We have to go.” You whisper to the men.

Chirs shares with you and Adrian that he has roof access that you and Adrian, who is carrying Goff on his back, climb up. When the three of you get up there, you shimmy your way into a tree. 

While up in the tree Adrian manages to slip and fall right onto Goff, who is released in the process. You jump down after him and help him up, running through the forest to his car parked a while away. While you two, soon followed by Chris, begin to maneuver through the forest you subtly begin to use your powers. 

Chris and Adrian watch as certain police around them fall with a cry without anything touching them. Looking at you they could see a small spark in your eye but weren’t planning on asking about it. Well, Adrian probably was, but you can easily dodge his questions. 

It wasn’t long until the three of you reached Adrian’s car and drove off to headquarters. On the way, Chris tried to call Harcourt, but Adrian threw his phone out of the car. Angrily, Chris takes Adrian’s phone instead, telling Harcourt the situation. 

When the three of you arrive, Adrian lets you know that he has to go home. You let him know that it’s fine and make your way inside the headquarters with Chris. When you get there Harcourt and Adebayo are the only two left. 

“Well, that sucked.” You sighed, slugging into an empty chair.

“Agreed.” Chris replied.

“I’m glad to see you two back here alive at least.” Harcourt didn’t look up from her computer. 

“Yeah, speaking of glad, I’ve been meaning to thank you, Chris.” You look at Chris with a smile.

Adebayo and Harcourt share a look before Chris responds.

“What would you thank me for?” 

“Saving Rick Flag. I doubt you know this, but he adopted me at a young age and it means a lot to me that you would try to save him as you did. When Waller told me what you did I was blown away by your bravery, especially to go up against someone like Bloodsport. Even though you weren’t able to save Rick, I still appreciate you trying.” 

For the first time in Chris’ life, he was truly speechless. Waller had lied to you, and he didn’t want to deny it. Looking over at Adebayo and Harcourt, it was clear they had already known about this. 

“You’re welcome,” Chris said softly. 

“Alright, well I'm going to take a page out of Adrian’s book and get some sleep.” You get up from your chair. 

“Don’t take a page out of Adrian’s book ever, Y/N.” Harcourt replied. 

“That’s probably good advice, too bad I don’t take advice.” You smile, walking out of the old store. 

Chris watches you leave, and places his head in his hands. 

“What am I going to do?” He whispers to himself.

“Nothing. Just like I told everyone else, we can deal with Waller’s damage after we defeat this cow, not before. Whatever personal issues you have right now can wait, Chris. Especially if it’s personal issues with a teammate.” Harcourt replied to Chris’ rhetorical question.

“Don’t take it too hard, Chris. You didn’t come up with the lie, Waller did.” That was all Adebayo said before she left.

--

You didn’t know much about Chris’ father, but you did know he was a terrible man. Auggie Smith was known to most people as the racist vigilante named White Dragon. Chris had let the team know that his father was released from prison and now coming to end him. Vigilante and you were the first two to volunteer to help take down the man, but Chris just wanted to let him be. 

Harcourt and Adebayo with the help of Murn let the team know the location of the cow. Before you were able to leave the old store you were stopped in your tracks by a news broadcast from the local police. It seemed that everyone in the police was now compromised by butterflies. Adebayo runs out of the room and Harcourt along with Murn go after her.

That leaves you, Adrian, Economos, and Chris to make their way to escape from the police. Chris decides to play some rock music to ‘get rid of his mood’ while the three of you ride the van. It’s not long into your trip when you feel shaking inside the van. You look over at Adrian, but he doesn’t even have the chance to look back when the van flips. 

The four of you groan, getting up slowly while a hole seems to get burned into the side of the vehicle. You watch in shock as the white dragon stands in front of the hole charging up his gauntlet to hit Chris. Taking a deep breath, you lift your hand, barely able to change the blast's directory.

Adrian seems to get his surroundings figured out and grabs the gun beside him. He begins to shoot Auggie enough to get him to back away from the van. You know this can only end horribly, so you steady yourself on your feet and connect your small mind link with Adrian for the first time. 

‘Adrian’ You speak into his mind.

Adrian seems to look around for a split second before focusing back on Auggie.

‘There it is’ You hear from Adrian’s thoughts.

Looking over you see the large black object and before you can stop him, Adrian is hurling the object in between him and Auggie.

“No!” You yell out. 

Time seems to slow down as your powers begin to grow. This always happens when you are emotional. Finally, you can use your powers positively this time.

Directing your telekinesis towards the blast, you can redirect most of the impact onto Auggie rather than Adrian. Of course, you knew his suit would be busted, but that wasn’t your worry right now. Your main focus was keeping him alive. 

‘Tree’ was all you could hear from Adrian’s thoughts.

Without waiting for the smoke to clear you head towards where Adrian was. Looking near the woods you found Adrian behind a tall tree. 

“Good thinking, Adrian.” You bend down to check Adrian’s injuries.

“You were in my head.” Adrian winced while moving to straighten himself.

“Hey, watch it, I don’t want you to hurt yourself more.” You help Adrian.

“How did you do that? You saved me right?” 

“Yes. And I need you to keep that little…magic trick between the two of us.” You take Adrian’s mask off slowly to look directly in his eyes.

“Shit! Don’t do that, anyone could see me.” Adrian frantically tries to grab his mask from you.

“Calm down. We are hidden for right now. But I need you to promise me before we get into the car over there.” You nod your head towards the red car. 

“Okay, I have calmed down.” Adrian looks you directly in the eyes. “I promise.” 

“Good, now let’s get going.” You grab hold of Adrian’s hand. 

‘Holy fuck, they’re holding my hand’ Adrian’s thoughts flood your brain making you chuckle.

--

It wasn’t long after you two found the car that Chris, Economos, and Eagly were able to find you. Adrian thought he was doing Chris a favor by carrying his helmets with us. But as it turns out, Chris’ dad was using them to track him all along. When Chris stopped the car Adrian ran to go piss while Economos and you tried your best to get Eagly to comply.

However, it wasn’t long until you and Economos saw a group of people dressed in white hats making their way toward you. You two took off into the woods, Economos running away, and you going to get Adrian. When you two found Adrian he was currently mid-piss with his pants down.

‘Nice ass’ You comment to Adrian via mind link causing a light blush to cover his cheeks.

“Shut up?” He mumbled.

“I didn’t do anything?” Economos exclaimed, getting up from the ground.

All three of you made your way back to the car and Adrian made quick work of Auggie by decommissioning his suit. Chris then proceeded to beat his father to a pulp before shooting him in the head. The four of you were silent for a long moment after that. Chris softly cried, mourning his father, who he loved. 

The four of you then turned your attention to Eagly who was severely injured by the white supremacist group. You kept him in your lap on the ride to the local vet. Harcourt and Adebayo were going to meet you there. You all had a moment of silence in the car after they told you that Murn had passed away.

It didn’t take you long to figure out he was a butterfly when you couldn’t connect with his mind. But, it still hurt to lose someone who was clearly on your side. Someone who cared and loved you all as a team of misfits. 

Pulling up to the vet, you four got out and promptly tied up the local vets after they fixed Eagly. You felt bad, but you also understood why you had to. Adrian was currently contemplating whether to kill them or not when Harcourt and Adebayo showed up. 

After sorting out the whole situation, you were able to grab Adrian’s hand and drag him off to a free room. It turns out the room had a few kittens in it and you played with one while Adrian stood rigid. 

“Are you okay?” You look up at Adrian as you pet one of the cats. 

“Yea, I just don’t get why we are in a room alone together?” Adrian asked.

“Well, I am nighty percent sure we are going to die going after that cow, so why not have our date before we do.” You smile.

“Oh…oh!” Adrian’s face heats up when he remembers that he asked you out. “What do you want to do during this date here? I suggest we play…twenty questions!” 

“What are we in kindergarten?” You tease Adrian. 

“Whatever. Now, what is your favorite color?” Adrian drops to the floor.

And just like that, the two of you played a full game of twenty questions. As time went on the two of you got closer and the kittens began to cuddle in both of your laps. 

“That's a good answer! Now my turn, have you kissed someone?” You place your head onto your hand. 

“Uhh, Y/N, I’ve done a lot more than kiss someone. One time I and Chris had this chick over and we-” 

“Okay! Forget I asked that.” You say with a red face.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” Adrian cocked his head.

You refuse to meet his gaze, suddenly finding the floor more interesting. Adrian brings his hand up to your chin and raises your head.

“It’s okay that you haven’t.” Adrian reassures you. 

“I think…if it’s okay with you, I would love to be your first.” Adrian whispers the last part against your mouth before closing the gap.

As your lips met you could feel the mind link connect even further. Your lips molded perfectly as your hand moved up to bring Adrian’s face impossibly closer. You only pulled away when you felt a small spark go off in your mind.

“What was that?” Adrian asked, out of breath.

“I don’t know.” You giggle, still drunk off the kiss.

“Okay, so, we each only have one question left.” Adrian reminds you. “You can go first.”

“Alright, how was the kiss?” You ask genuinely.

“Angel, it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” Adrian smiles brightly when he calls you Angel. 

“That’s good to know.” You smile shyly. “Your turn.”

“Alright. So, what are your powers?” Adrian’s eyes brighten.

Time didn’t seem to pass as you spoke to Adrian about your powers. The only part that you kept out was your mind link with him. It was something that could wait until you weren’t in imminent danger. 

It wasn’t long before Harcourt burst into the back room and ruined whatever moment you had shared with Adrian. She explained to the two of you quickly that you needed to come back out and help the team. With a small smile, Adrian helped you up and led you out of the room. When you regrouped with the team, the seven of you, Eagly included, decided that Harcourt should be the new leader. 

It was a decision that most of you didn’t have a second thought about. She was the smartest of you and it was clear that she was the most mentally stable as well. With a smile, she kept the group morale up with a simple statement. 

“Let’s go kill a fucking cow.” 

–

All seven of you make your way towards the cow’s location. Harcourt had let you all know the plan and you looked over at Adrian with a reassuring smile before jumping out of the vet’s van. Opening up your equipment case, you took out two large knives. They were only used during special missions, you had gotten them from Rick on your 18th birthday. 

You also made sure to grab a pistol, placing it in your holster in your new suit. The suit was gifted to you by Waller. It was quite similar to Bloodsports, but the color scheme was a plum purple, and black. You were nervous for every mission you went on, but this one was far more important than any other than you’ve been on. 

After the team loses one of Chris’ helmets by giving it to Eagly, everyone was more irritated than usual. You were just thankful no one was dead yet, and you hadn’t even gotten to the underground base.

Economos was sent into the herd of butterflies instead with Chris’ helmet. While he was making his way inside you, Harcourt, Adrian, and Chris began to shoot down butterflies. Only, there were far more butterflies than expected, and you four were soon outnumbered. 

“Chris!” You called out. “Just go! We got this!” 

You were lying, but you needed Chris to go and blow up the cow. The man nodded and made his way underground. Who knew Peacemaker would be humanity's last hope. 

Watching as Harcourt and Adrian were struggling to defeat the butterflies you knew it was time to use your powers. You could explain them later if everyone survived that is. Without hesitation, you took a breath before you felt power course through your veins. 

This time was unlike any other. The power felt stronger, you felt like you had the amount of power of two people. You supposed it was the adrenaline cruising through your veins. Glancing over at Harcourt, you began to snap necks left and right with your telekinesis. 

Looking into one of the butterfly's eyes you were able to use telepathy to make him turn against the others. He was now shooting the butterflies with the three of you. Looking over at Adrian you were about to stop one of the butterflies behind him when you felt a pang in your shoulder. 

You fell before you were able to even recognize that you were shot. Looking over to your side you were able to stop one bullet from reaching Harcourt before you began to feel tired. You had to keep going though. You had to save Adrian. You had to save Harcourt. You had to…sleep. 

–

Brightness was the first thing you saw when you woke up. Blinking a few times you were able to recognize the brightness of the lights above you. It took you some time to realize that you weren’t on a battlefield anymore. You had either been successful or you were taken captive by the butterflies. 

“You’re awake.” You heard Chris’ voice beside you.

Looking over you saw Chris and Adebayo beside your…bed? You looked down at your hands and saw the IV sticking out. 

“Did we win?” Your throat hurts when you speak.

“Yeah, we won kid.” Chris smiles. 

“No thanks to the Justice League.” Adebayo rolls her eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing. The important thing is that we won, and you are alright. I found you, Adrian, and Harcourt down for the count. I was worried when you weren’t responding, but I was nothing compared to Adrian. I thought the guy was going to have a stroke.” Adebayo laughs.

“He was shot just like you but forced everyone else to back off while he carried you to the van. You can say a lot of things about Adrian, but that boy is passionate when it comes to the things he loves.” Chris explains while a smile. 

“Speaking of, I’m going to go check on him. I have a press conference in two hours. I’m telling them everything.” 

“Wait, what about Harcourt?” You sit up slightly, ignoring the pain in your shoulder. 

The two share a glance before looking back at you.

“She’s hurt real bad Y/N. She’s stable, but we don’t know if she’ll be able to walk again.” Chris said softly.

“Oh god. Oh my fucking god.” You just about weep right there on your hospital bed.

“It’ll be alright, I promise,” Chris reassured you as Adebayo left the room. 

–

It had been a few hours since Adebayo left and you’d finally been discharged from the hospital. You went to find Adrian, but it turns out he had gone missing from his hospital. That was unsurprising to you because you knew he couldn’t let anyone see his face for too long. 

Chris was currently driving you to your hotel to grab your stuff before you left Evergreen. Rock music played softly as you looked out of the car window to the city passing by. Chris glanced over at you and took a deep breath. He had to tell you the truth sooner or later, and it seemed like sooner was best. 

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” You looked over at Chris.

“Sure, you can tell me anything.”

“You are probably going to hate me after this, but I need to tell you the truth.” 

“Chris, what are you talking about?”

“Just…let me finish, okay? Waller–she lied to you. She lied to you about everything. Robert Dubois didn’t kill Rick, and I never saved him.” 

“What the fuck? Who killed him then?” You were beyond confused.

Chris remained silent, and you knew that was enough of a confession on its own. You looked at him while tears began to fall down your face. Chris had lied to you this whole time. Harcourt lied to you this whole time, and so did Adebayo, Economos…, and Adrian. Fuck, you were stupid to ever trust anyone. 

Before Chris could stop you, the door to the passenger side of the car was unlocked and you were jumping out. You ignored the gnawing pain in your arm as you tumbled to the ground from the car. Chris didn’t stop the car when you did that, he just drove away like you knew he would. What a pussy.

--

You had been missing for a week. For a week everyone tried everything they could to track you down, but they weren’t able to do it. You left everything behind, at the hotel. There was only one way you could be found. And it was currently in the palm of Adrian’s hand. 

You had left a sticky note inside Adrian’s car before you left town. It was parked outside of Fennel Fields and you quickly slipped it on his dash before leaving. The note simply had your current address on it and a smiley face that was hastily drawn on. 

Adrian took a deep breath as he looked over the small house. It was cute, far cuter than he would have expected for you. That didn’t matter to Adrian at the moment though. He had traveled to Louisiana to see you, and he wasn’t going to question his decisions just yet. 

Walking up to the door Adrian knocked softly, once, twice, three times before you opened the door.

“Hi Angel, I saw your note.” You smiled at him.

“Come inside, Adrian.”  

Right before Adrian set foot in your house, he glanced to the side. Right on your porch was a small flag that read Justice on it. How ironic.

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Home Is Wherever You Are P1

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: You jump in front of an explosive device to protect Adrian from the blast and end up getting separated from him with no way back.

Warnings: mentions of trafficking, mentions of child abuse, panic, meltdown, crying, divorce, mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language

A/N: In July I started cooking up a new idea with the help of my friend @countlambula and what was originally meant to be a 2 parter moved to a 4 parter and somehow I ended with 7 parts?! Not quite sure how that happened! I’m very excited to share what I spent a huge part of my summer working on. I hope you guys enjoy!! Also despite the main ship being Adrian x Reader there is A LOT of platonic!Chris content in this fic so I really do hope Chris fans can read and enjoy this! I loved getting into the thick of Chris’ backstory for this! All of the 11th Street Kids have their own importance in this series, but it is very Adrian and Chris centric. Please enjoy!!

“I love you.” You sighed in relaxation, smiling as you were gently woken up by your boyfriend.

“Well somebody has to.” Adrian joked.

“Shut up!” You lightly hit him on the chest, laughing.

“Never.” He smiles, kissing you. You could look at his beautiful, infectious smile for hours. Your phones both buzz at the same time, an indication that it’s probably a text in the 11th Street Kids chat because you both got it.

“Didn’t we just get home from a mission?” You groan.

“There’s no time to rest for super badass super cool heroes, babe.” Adrian kisses you on the cheek quickly before getting out of bed.

“Okay, but if we have to pair up there is no way in hell I’m going with Chris again. Last time he told me I looked like his sexy babysitter growing up. Like who the fuck says that? Our lives aren’t some shitty porno and it’s almost like he doesn’t even give a fuck that we’re dating.” You sigh.

“Yeah he constantly tells me that you’re way out of my league. I think his exact words were I’m in little league and you’re on major leagues, but I don’t know. I was never on the bowling team.”

“I think he meant baseball, honey.” You smile at him, finding his little knowledge of sports cute.

“That might actually make more sense with his home run and base metaphors! It took me way too long to figure out what that shit meant. Why can’t people just say what they mean?” He questions.

“Because they’re trying too hard to sound smart. I think sometimes not saying things they actually mean, but understanding that’s not exactly what they meant makes them feel smarter. They don’t know lots of facts like you do and they definitely can’t come up with intricate strategies either.” You smile at him, taking his hand in yours. You watch his smile grow, but there’s something more behind his eyes. He seems moved.

“How do you always do that?” He asks.

“What?”

“How do you always make me feel so smart and validated?” He clarifies.

“Because you are smart. You’re a hell of a lot smarter than Chris and if anyone gave you a second and actually listened to you, they’d realize that. You helped save the world last year. There’s no way they could have done that without you. If it weren’t for you, Chris’ dad probably would have killed him that day, honestly.” As you speak Adrian starts to realize.

“I tried to tell Peacemaker about the gaps in the armor, but he didn’t listen.” He reminds you.

“Well that’s because he’s too deep in his own bullshit to see past it. He should have listened to you, but this isn’t just about him being stubborn. I don’t think most people would have noticed such a small detail like that. Give yourself some credit.” You kiss him again.

“You know you’re like everything to me right? I’ve never felt this way about a person before. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had feelings for other people, but like…it’s like I just never fit in as a kid. I just kinda felt like an alien who crash landed here as a baby and I know I’m not, but I just didn’t feel human. You make me feel human.” He’s giving you that look he gives people when he’s worried he’s said something a little too out of pocket or strange.

“I get what you mean. It’s almost like we were made for each other. We’re each other’s rocks…wait does that sound too cheesy?” You look at him, blushing.

“No! I love rocks! I had a rock collection when I was a little kid!” You giggle at how cute he is.

“Me too! My mom would find rocks in the machine every time she did laundry because I would stuff my pockets!” You tell him and you both laugh. Then your phones go off again, interrupting your good morning. You sigh. “Harcourt’s gonna kill us if we’re late.” You kiss him one more time before getting out of bed and heading to the shower.

“Let her kill us.” He laughs, smirking, following you to the shower.

Several hours later you found yourself sneaking through a warehouse. You didn’t quite know what to expect, you just knew a lot of people had gone missing at the hands of this guy. You figured maybe they were being killed off or trafficked. If you knew what you know now maybe you would have done things differently. Maybe you wouldn’t have even done them at all. You wished you were at home with Adrian. Adrian. You may never see him again…

You were running after the guy when he pulled a grenade on you. Adrian had survived a grenade once, but you didn’t think he would survive again. You on the other hand were testing out new armor from ARGUS that could probably withstand the blast, so you did what anyone would do for the person they love the most. You pushed him out of the way. Your ears were ringing and everything was so bright. You think you hear Adrian and maybe some of your other teammates screaming your name, but you’re not sure. Suddenly you’re on the ground, but the ground is different… you try to open your eyes, but they’re still strained from the bright light and now you feel lightheaded and nauseous. You black out.

You wake up to arms shaking you.

“Adrian?” You question in a whiney tone. You open your eyes to find a construction worker looking over you.

“I don’t know who that is. What even happened to you?“ You blinked a couple times, moving around slowly, getting your bearings. “You’re in my construction site for the new factory warehouse that’s going up. What happened? Did you slip down the dirt mound and hit your head?”

“I- I must have…” Your voice trails off as you try to make sense of everything.

“This is going to be so much paperwork.” The worker sighs.

“I’m sorry… what town am I in?” You ask.

“Evergreen, Washington.”

“I don’t remember there being any big construction sites like this recently.” You try to think of any signs indicating any recent work sites.

“We just broke ground yesterday. I’m surprised you didn’t see it on the news.” The worker helps you up.

“I don’t tend to watch the news. My boyfriend thinks it’s depressing. I usually get my news elsewhere, but I’ve been a little busy to read up on it in the past few days.” You smile at the worker, thinking of Adrian.

“Like the newspaper?” He asks.

“No, online.”

“On what? You wait in line?”

“No… like the internet…” You give him a confused smile.

“Oh, I don’t mess with that new stuff. I don’t want robots in my house, stealing my information. You young people always just want things faster, faster, faster.” You tried to refrain from giving the man an odd look. He’s probably from one of the more rural areas. You knew how radically conservative Evergreen could be at first hand, having met Chris’ dad and been told stories of how he grew up. You were just happy Chris’ dad was dead. As awful as that sounds you’d hate to run into him.

“Yeah…” You give a nervous laugh. “Well thank you, but I should probably head out before your supervisor notices.” You quickly excuse yourself, walking down the street. You pulled out your phone, but had no service, so you put it away. That’s odd. Usually there’s dead zones in town, but you didn’t think it was this bad. As you walk down the street you see a beautiful vintage car parked by the side of the road. It’s in pretty good condition.

“I love your vintage car! What year is it?” You ask the woman getting out of it.

“What this clunker? I got it from my parents. It’s only an 81, but I guess it’s getting old now. It’s got tons of miles on it. They just got a new car, so they gave me their old one.” She says, locking her door.

“They didn’t wanna keep it?” You ask in shock.

“Why would they? It’s old.” You look at her in confusion before she excuses herself to walk into the grocery store. Guess some people just don’t know the value of collectibles.

Today has been fucking weird. How did you even end up in that construction site anyway? You must have gone for a walk this morning and fell in, but it’s a little alarming you don’t remember. You could walk home, but it’s just so far. You walk into a nearby corner store hopping they have wifi to connect to. You couldn’t call Adrian without service, but maybe if you could get wifi you could get him a message to come pick you up or you could order an Uber.

You walked into the building and made your way up to the counter. “Hi, do you have wifi here?” You ask.

“No, sorry we don’t sell that.” The teenage cashier dismisses you and goes back to the pad of paper they’re doodling on.

“Okay… do you know anywhere near here that has wifi?” You ask.

“I don’t even know what wifi is. I could call the hardware store and see if they have some.” They look at you like you’re the stupid one.

“What do you mean call the hardware store?”

“We have a phone behind the counter.”

“How do you not know what wifi is? Wireless internet?” You stare at them, losing your mind a bit.

“You think we have a computer here? This is Evergreen. Half the town is poor as shit. You’re not gonna find a computer in a gas station. Go to the library. They just got another one.” The teenager rolls their eyes at you.

“Can I at least use your phone?” You ask, trying to keep your patients with the idiot in front of you. How do they not know what wifi is?

“You have to use the pay phone next door. My boss said this is a business only phone.”

“The pay phone… What is this? 1985? I didn’t even know pay phones still existed.”

“Well some of us again can’t afford a cellphone. Not to mention, my mom says they fuck with your brain.” They roll their eyes again.

“It’s the 21st century who cares what their mother says? Practically everyone has a phone?” You give them a strange look.

“I don’t know what you smoked before you walked in here, but you’re still half a decade away from the 21st century.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You look at them dumbfounded before it all starts to register. The comments about the internet being new, no wifi, no cellphones, the vintage car. You feel your ears start to ring as your eyes begin to tear up. You feel like you’re underwater. You take off, booking it down several blocks. You’re out of breath and you have a cramp, but you don’t care. You keep running. You’re sweating, but you keep running. You can taste metal in your mouth, but you keep running. You keep going. You have to. Finally you reach it. You stand in front of the building, catching your breath as you watch people walk in and out of Henelotter Video. Your heart is in your throat.

“No…” You look at it and begin to cry in shock at what was once your headquarters… or you guess what will one day be… That day hasn’t come yet. You walk over to a newspaper box and grab a free local paper. You see the date says August 31st, 1994. Fuck. You drop the paper, rushing to the back of the building. You collapse on the ground against the back wall of a building that should feel more familiar to you than it is. You remember now. The grenade must have been some sort of weaponized time travel. The people weren’t being killed or trafficked. They were being displaced in time. You sob quietly, not trying to cause a scene. This wasn’t supposed to be this way.

You lean against the building staring out at the parking lot, the parking lot where you shared your first kiss with Adrian. You had just gotten back from a mission that he was a little too reckless on and you needed to tell him how you felt in case you never got the chance again. You look over at the dumpster, clean of the graffiti it will one day be littered with. That was the dumpster he was hiding behind when you first met him as Vigilante.

Adrian… You may never get to see your perfect boyfriend again. He was by no means actually perfect, but he was perfect to you. He was your personal version of perfect and you knew you’d never find anyone else like him again. Now you may never see him again…

You cry until it starts to grow dark. You wonder about what you’ll do. Anything you do could change the future. What if changing the future makes it so you never meet Adrian or what if you change something and it branches off into a different future and you get stuck away from him in a parallel universe? You’re not a time travel scientist. Anything could fucking happen! The only thing you do know is that you’re alone and it’s getting dark. If you’re getting your timeline right, Chris’ dad would be coming out soon with his awful fucking army and you knew if they tried to fight you, you wouldn’t be able to take all of them on your own. They rule the streets in these years. You pull out your wallet from your pocket to find you have enough money to at least go get dinner. Your debit card won’t work, but you have just enough cash. You head to Fennel Fields because you knew it would probably be the only consistent thing left in town. You just wanted something familiar.

As you’re seated, an overwhelmed waitress rushes past you saying “I’ll be right with you!”

“Take your time. I practically have all the time in the world… like 30 years of time…” You whisper the last part under your breath. The overworked waitress runs back to you and apologizes.

“Hi, my name is Diane. Can I get you something to drink?” You want to order a soda, but decide against it to save money.

“Uh… I guess water will have to be fine.”

“You don’t look so sure. It’s free refills.” She smiles at you.

“I- I’m okay…” You stutter, tired. You could really use the caffeine, but shouldn’t.

“Well if you could have any pop in the machine which one would you pick?” She asks.

“I’m really fine with water…” You laugh nervously.

“Just humor me.” She smiles at you.

“Uh…maybe a Diet Coke…” You smile shyly at her. She leaves and comes back with a Diet Coke.

“On the house.” She smiles at you again. Something about her is so comforting.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t possibly-“

“Take it. You look like you’ve had a long day. I know I have.” She smiles at you.

“You’re very kind.” You smile back, taking a sip, letting the cool bubbly liquid trickle down your throat, which is sore from crying.

“Now what are we doing for food?” She asks.

“Uh…I’m gonna be really honest with you. I know most restaurants won’t let you order a kids meal if you’re over 12, but I’m really tight on cash, so I was hoping to maybe get the chicken tenders and fries?” You try your luck and she gives you another comforting smile.

“Great choice. I’ll go have the kitchen whip it up.” She walks away without any other questions.

You stay and eat at the restaurant for a while. Even long after you’re done, you stay and enjoy more free refills just so you’re not out on the streets.

“You know we’re technically closed right?” Your waitress, Diane asks.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’ll leave…” You start to collect your things as she begins to sit at your booth with a bin of silverware and some napkins.

“No, please stay. Mind if I join you?” She asks.

“Um…no.” You smile. “I don’t mind at all.” Truth be told you loved Diane. She had such a comfortable, familiar air around her. Even in all of this chaos, she felt like someone you could trust. She starts rolling silverware as you sip on your drink.

“So what’s your story? Are you running or were you kicked out?” She asks.

“What?” You look at her confused.

“You just look scared and tired and like you’re not quite sure what to do. It’s none of my business, but you just look like you need someone on your side is all.” She smiles again, hoping she didn’t overstep.

“Why were you so kind to me? I walked into this restaurant with thirteen dollars to my name and you didn’t even roll an eye at me.” You question her.

“Just doing what I think is right, I suppose. It’s been hard for me too lately. My husband just left, so I picked up this second job to make sure my kids will be alright.” You shoot her a sympathetic look.

“Um…kicked out…I guess….” You open up. Being exiled from your time period is sort of like being kicked out.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” She asks. You shake your head silently. She finishes rolling the last bit of silverware before standing up and putting the bin behind the counter nearby.

“Let’s go. I’m taking you home with me.” She smiles.

“Oh, no! I- I couldn’t possibly-“

“Yes, you can and you will. I’m a mother. I’m not going to let a young adult with nowhere to go and no money sleep on the streets.” She cuts you off. She couldn’t be too much older than you, but clearly motherhood had aged her.

“You don’t even know my name!” You protest.

“What’s your name?” She asks.

“Rey” You panicked. It was the first name to come to your head. You and Adrian had watched Star Wars yesterday.

“Well then, Rey, let’s go home.” She insists.

“I can’t just stay in your house. That’d be rude.” You continue to debate.

“Then work for me.” She says.

“What?” You question her.

“I’ve been wanting to hire a nanny, but haven’t been able to afford one. If you come stay at my place, while you’re there you could watch the boys when I’m at work and in return you would have a roof over your head and food to eat. It sounds like a win-win situation.” She proposes. It isn’t a bad idea. You worry doing just about anything else would have an insane impact on the timeline. How much could one family affect everything?

“Are you sure about this?” You ask.

“More than sure. There’s something about you. You just seem…right.” She tells you. You smile.

“Okay…let’s go home then I guess…” you say as you follow her out of the restaurant. On the drive home she tells you about her kids.

“I have two kids…officially…” She starts.

“What do you mean officially?” You ask as you watch the passing streetlights illuminate her face.

“Well my son’s friend is always over, so more often than not it’ll probably be three boys. I let him sleepover a lot even though he’s a handful because every time he sleeps at home he comes back the next day with bruises. I can’t do anything about it because…well…that’s just how the town is…I think if I said anything things would just get worse, so I keep my mouth shut and put out an extra table setting for supper.” Her hands tighten on the steering wheel as she speaks.

“That’s so awful. I’ll never be able to understand parents who do that to their kids.” You sigh.

“Me either. If anyone laid a finger on either of my boys I’d kill them.” Most moms would be exaggerating, but you saw fire behind her eyes. You knew she loved her kids and she wasn’t fucking around. When you get home and walk inside you see a toddler with tight brown curls running around the living room in nothing, but a diaper.

“Dorian?!” Diane yells through the house. She catches the giggling toddler who has food on his face.

“Dorian Gut Chase! I told you your brother had to be in bed by 8!” Diane starts to scold her son who could be heard from the other room playing video games. Oh fuck.

“I’m sorry. Can you please hold Adrian. I don’t want him getting into anything else before bed and it seems like Dorian and Chris are upstairs killing aliens on the Super Nintendo instead of watching him, which is why I need a nanny in the first place.” She shoves Adrian in your hands. Holy fuck.

“Hi.” You hold him stiffly in your hands.

“I’m Adrian! I’m three!” He tells you just about the only thing every toddler is trained to say upon meeting a new person, shoving 3 fingers in your face.

“I know.” You say back. That’s probably not what you’re supposed to tell a three year old when they introduce themselves, but it’s not like he’ll remember anyway. You’re too in shock to care.

“What’s- what’s- what is your name?” He asks, stuttering out the words, obviously new to keeping up conversations.

“Rey, could you bring Adrian upstairs to help get him ready for bed please?” Diane calls and you remember you told her your name was Rey. Fuck if only baby Adrian could catch the joke in all of this. This is so weird on so many levels.

“I’m Rey, I guess, and we’re going upstairs now.” You tell him.

“Is it bedtime?” He asks.

“Um yeah. You’re up a little late, bud.”

“It’s not late!” He protests in his squeaky voice.

“What makes you think it’s not late?” You ask, as you walk up the stairs.

“I’m not tired!” He says.

“What time do you think it is?” You ask.

“Um 2- 2- 27” He giggles.

“That’s not a time!” You laugh at him, pretending to almost drop him. He breaks out into a fit of giggles. You had almost forgotten who you were holding.

“You’re really good with him. It’s almost like you’re a natural. He’s usually not this happy with strangers. He loves you!” She says, pleasantly surprised. If only somebody else could see the irony in the situation. Freud would love to be a fly on the way during all of this.

“Oh…uh…thanks.” You smile, as Adrian situates himself in your arms, hugging you closely. You would do anything to have Adrian back. Well this is sort of Adrian, but… you wish you had the older version. You wanted your Adrian back.

“I’ll take him from here.” Diane offers. “Check out the guest room. It’s the one at the end of the hall.” She says, taking Adrian from you.

“Thank you. You’ve been really kind.” You smile at her.

“It’s no trouble. You’re doing me a favor.”

You bid your goodnights and head to the guest room. You sit on the bed and think for a moment. This is so fucked up on so many levels. Forget about how you could fuck up the timeline… How are you gonna fuck up your boyfriend?! Not to mention, what kind of fucking ethics are involved in nannying your future boyfriend? He’s fucking three! He’s impressionable! On one hand this is weird, but on the other hand it might be your smartest move. Free room, free food, and you know how Adrian, Gut, and Chris’ lives are supposed to play out, so maybe you can stick to the script of your own timeline a little easier. This might be the easiest way to change as little as possible. You sigh, flopping onto the bed. You pull out your phone. The battery is only half charged and you have no way of charging it, but you don’t care. You need him. You pull up a picture of him that you took this morning in the van on your way to the warehouse, as tears come to your eyes. You open your voicemails and play one he left for you the other day.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’m just calling because I know you had a bad day today and I was thinking maybe I could bring takeout home from the restaurant and we could just have a movie night? I just wanted to know if you were feeling chicken parm or meatballs or if you wanted to just scratch dinners and have me bring home a pizza. Just call me back when you get this. I’m really proud of you- uh…not that I’m not always proud of you. I’m like totally proud of you all the time and I’m rambling again and this voicemail is about to be like 10 years long, so uh bye I love you.” As soon as the voicemail ended you played it again, letting your tears fall freely. After you’re sure everyone is asleep you sneak into toddler Adrian’s room to check on him. He’s fast asleep in his bed. You let your silent tears continue to fall. He starts to move in his sleep. He seems distraught like he could be having a nightmare.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna take really good care of you, just like how you always take really good care of me.” You put on a teary eyed smile, giving him a kiss on the top of his head and adjusting his fallen blanket to cover him better. He seems to look more comfortable now. He stays fast asleep as you sneak back to the guest room for the night.

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Peacemaker w/ an adorably nice s/o

You and Christopher has always been an odd combination

After all, some would say that you’re the sweetest thing to come out of this cruel world, and he was…well, him

Safe to say that you got a few raised eyebrows whenever you show him off to his friends, is this some sort of half-assed attempt to flex on them?

He wasn’t gonna lie, he did feel kind insecure about all the slander he received by his teammates, but somehow, some fucking way, you managed to cheer him up every time he was down

Be it with small handmade gifts, words of affirmation, or even just a small walk in the park, there wasn’t a single moment where he was down around you 

Always trying to keep up with you in terms of kindness, he doesn’t see it as a competition, if it were you’d win by a landslide, but he wants to treat you with the same love you’ve always managed to treat him

Some of his friends were saying that you were helping him become a better person, that you were a good influence on him, even though it was never your intention, you only really wanted to give him as much of your heart as you could

And even then, they were right, even if he hated everyone on his team, he still developed that habit of being a little bit nicer to everyone because of you

Extremely protective over you, even if you could hold your own, he was not going to let anyone, and I mean anyone, even consider the idea of hurting you

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Guys…. I met Freddie!!!! He’s such a sweetheart <3

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Harcourt is the yassified version of Claire Dunphy