#emilia harcourt x you

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.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ 🩸 ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ . night shift

one: back in hell

— summary: after pretending to be doctors and teachers for the last forty years, you had grown tired of playing nice. so, when you find yourself in evergreen, you decide to become a stripper. easier access to men, who threw themselves at you, whom you’d then drain of blood. being a vampire isn’t always glamorous. however, when your evil ex boyfriend is in town, murdering innocent women, you are forced to reunite with an old friend (and ex lover) to kill him. but, that cute little Vigilante is so hard to work with, when all you want to do is jump his bones.

— pairings: adrian chase x vampire/stripper!reader , emilia harcourt x vampire/stripper!reader

— warnings: sexual themes (lap dances, stripping, mentions of sex, making out, implied sex, public making out), murder and violence, swearing, implied abusive relationship with original male character. 18+ minors dni

— authors note: lol what’s with me and love triangles, i can’t help it. i still haven’t figured out who the reader will end up with at the end because i love adrian so much, i can’t help but want him at all times lol. so let me know who you suggest reader should end up with! but i’m finally publishing this work in progress i’ve had forever!! i’m so excited. also, female pronouns are used for the reader. reader also has a stripper name/stage name of Roxy and wears a pink wig while stripping. if any of these descriptions are not what you are looking for in a fic, i suggest you don’t read!

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In the sixty seven years you have been alive, you have been many different people. (Dr. Julie Dano, Professor Kathleen Cooper, Ms. Pamela Brown.) However, you have never moonlighted as a stripper. Being a vampire wasn't easy. You required a lot of blood — constantly — and easy access to men's necks was required in any position you decided on. Being a doctor was the easiest position. Being a stripper was something that never really crossed your mind the last forty five years of being a vampire. You chose safe, respectable, positions and didn't really draw any attention to yourself. You've grown tired over the last forty five years of playing nice.

Evergreen wasn't a place you decided you would call home. You stuck to big cities — Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, Miami — and never stayed for more than ten years at a time. You had been on your way out of Seattle, headed to Portland, when you stopped to get gas in a ghost town. A town that you don't think much of. When you were filling your 1955 Ford Thunderbolt — it was your fathers and occasionally you were grateful you were born in 1957 — when you spotted the flashing neon light across the street. You couldn't help but smirk as you saw the name of the club, The Landing Strip. It has been forty five years since you had real fun, and decided to walk inside.

The club was what you expected from a small town strip club. Velvet carpets, purple neon lighting, a few seats scattered around the pole in the center, and a dimly lit bar. You asked the guy at the bar if they were hiring. (You were grateful you were wearing a low cut tank top and your good push up bra). They hired you almost instantly. (Guess they don't get that many new hires).

You found a cute little two bedroom house on the outskirts of Evergreen, close to the club and the truck stop. When signing the closing papers — you paid cash and the buyer wasn't going to turn down that —, you needed to chose a new identity to go by in the town. (You couldn't be traced, you learned that a while ago. Never give you your real name, and never ever use a credit card). Roxy was slutty enough for the strip club, but tame enough to sign on closing papers.

Staying in Evergreen wasn't what you had planned, but the club paid you handsomely and you were often left alone after that. (The men at the club paid you handsomely. Mainly for you to not gossip to the town that you just gave a lap dance to a married man). They usually never lived long enough to have their reputations ruined.

You weren't sloppy with your eating habits. You chose your targets carefully and with purpose. Married men only on Wednesdays. You only killed men. (Go ahead, say that you are a female justice warrior or whatever. You just had a deep hatred for men as a whole). Sure, maybe you got sloppy on the occasional bad day or shitty customer, but you weren't perfect. (You escaped law enforcement once, and you can do it again).

In any other senario, Adrian Chase would be way too uncomfortable to be in a strip club. It was never his vibe. He never knew where to look or where to keep his hands. (Adrian had only ever been into a strip club once. He declared never again after that). Luckily for Adrian, he was here on Official Vigilante Business. He had been noticing the bodies drained of blood appearing all over town. They usually had a slit throat or a gunshot wound to the head.

When he had been showing the task force photos of the murders, Harcourt immediately perked up. Many years ago and early on into her career, Emilia Harcourt was assigned to a task force designated to capturing The Vampiress. Bodies drained of blood, with slit throats and puncture wounds to the hands, scattered across the United States. Vigilante and Emilia had put two and two together and figured out that the Vampiress must have made home in Evergreen. Emilia spotting your 1955 Ford Thunderbolt in the parking lot of The Landing Strip was just more confirmation on her hunch. Then, young girls started appearing around town, drained of blood. However, compared to the clean murder scenes the Vampiress leaves behind. These were brutal, and bloody, and personal. Emilia knew of your estranged ex husband, whom turned you into a vampire when you were nineteen. The young girls he murdered were reminiscent of you. So, instead of having you be arrested for your crimes, Emilia decided to have Vigilante and Peacemaker bring you to Emilia, in order for her to convince you to help.

You had just finished a very successful set on stage, and were wondering the floor, looking for your meal for the night. Men were calling, whistling, and touching you to get your attention, but none of them looked tasty enough. Then, in your corner of your eye, you spot two men lounging in the corner of the club. One was wearing a red and white latex suit, which you could only assume was Peacemaker. The man next to him was concealed head to toe, a black mask with a red visor hiding his face. He had a lean body and wide shoulders. You wanted to pounce on him based on his body alone. However, you were more curious to what two superheroes/antiheroes were doing at your club. You hesitated, wondering if they found out you were a vampire and had come to kill you — if they could figure out how. Instead, you persisted, desperate for a taste of Vigilante.

"Hey, fellas. What do I owe the honor to for meeting two superheroes?" You asked, making sure to tower over Vigilante. He was slowly sinking deeper into the leather chair. His visor, however, never left your eyes. You wanted to peer into his soul, learn all of his deepest secrets as you drink his sweet blood.

Peacemaker spoke, noticing the staring contest between you and Vigilante, "Just wanted to have a fun night. Saving the city is so hard, you know?"

You giggled, even though you thought he was meathead. A girl has to make a living somehow, "Well, since you boys do so much of your city, I would be willing to forego my usual private dance fee. A way to give back to my community, you know?"

Your eyes were still locked with Vigilante, who had yet to say a word through his black mask. You bent over, giving Vigilante a better view of your cleavage. You ran a manicured finger down the grooves of his suit, teasing him.

"You want a dance, pretty boy?" You asked softly, just enough for Vigilante to hear over the bass thumping throughout the club.

Vigilante nodded vigorously and you giggled at his eagerness. You stood back up and extended your perfectly manicured hand to guide Vigilante to the back. He quickly accepted and stood up. You nodded for Peacemaker to follow you two into the private room. The boys followed you into the back, past drunk men and your giggling coworkers, and entered one of the private rooms.

The two boys sat down in the leather seats that surrounded the room. You slowly made your way over to Vigilante and straddled him.

"You know, I normally don't let my clients touch me, but because you do so much for the community, I'm willing to forgo that rule, pretty boy," You whispered into what you could only assume is his ear. Vigilante eagerly grabbed your hips as you gyrated on his lap to the beat of the music.

"So, when did you get into town? I haven't seen you around before," Peacemaker spoke up a few seats away from you.

You grinded yourself on Vigilante's lap again, "A few weeks ago. I was on my way to Portland, but I stopped here for gas, and I found the cutest house. So, I decided to stay."

You leaned down to whisper into Vigilante's ear again, "You know, pretty boy. I could always give you the address to my house, if you wanted to come over tonight."

Vigilante's head whipped to look at you, as you dragged an acrylic nail down the edges of his mask, "Y-You want me to come home with you?"

You giggled, "Yeah, pretty boy. To give back to the community, you know?"

Vigilante nodded and Peacemaker rolled his eyes, "Do I not get a dance?"

"Sorry, not my type. I'll have to charge you," You said, as Vigilantes hand went to grope your breast.

"Well, fuck this then," Peacemaker said, before drawing his gun and pointing it at you.

Your eyes widened and quickly hopped off of Vigilante, running towards the door. Before you were able to make it to the door, Vigilante tripped you, causing you to fall flat onto your face. You groaned and rolled onto your jack, clutching your head, as you watched the two men tower over your body.

"P-Please don't hurt me! I'm just trying to make a living! I-I'm sorry that I wanted to fuck your friend and not you! You can join! If-If you don't kill me," You begged, trying to maintain your façade as Roxy The Stripper.

"Bullshit. We know you are a vampire, and we know that you have been killing men around town," Peacemaker stated. The barrel of his gun still locked on to you.

"Yeah, Roxy! If that is even your real name!" Vigilante exclaimed, his gun also drawn, pointing at your leg — at least he was being polite about it.

"Dude! It's not, it-it's like her stripper name," Peacemaker said exhaustively, turning his head away from you to look at Vigilante. You took this opportunity to  kick Peacemaker in the shin with your stiletto heel, before trying to stand up to run to the door.

Peacemaker cried out at the stab to his shin, screaming some expletives and calling for Vigilante to grab you. You were almost about to open the door, before Vigilante ran up behind you and clutched your throat with his gloved hands.

"Didn't know you were into the kinky stuff, Vig. I bet you are really kinky, huh?" You quipped, giving him a seductive smirk. Vigilante whispered an apology into your ear, which scared you. It was the last think you heard as a needle dug deep into your neck, sending you to sleep.

When you came to, there was a bag covering your head and you were bound to a chair. You suddenly started regretting your decision on giving Vigilante a free lap dance. The bag was torn off your head and you squinted your eyes to adjust to the sunlight. You were bound to an office chair, still wearing you outfit from the club. You looked at your surroundings, noticing Peacemaker and Vigilante hovering over you, until you locked eyes with Emilia Harcourt. You had a long and complicated history with Emilia Harcourt. One that ended with you almost being arrested.

"Hey, Emmy. You know, if you missed me, you could have just called," You chirped out, giving her a toothy smile.

Emilia rolled her eyes, "You keep changing your phone number, babe. Can never keep track."

Peacemaker and Vigilante shared equal looks of shock and confusion. (Vigilante was very good at expressing his emotions through the mask. God, you wanted to fucking pounce on him).

"Babe?"

"Emmy?"

You spun yourself in the office chair, "Do you want to tell them, or should I?"

Emilia gripped the back of the office chair to keep you from spinning, "Whatever you tell them is going to be wrong."

You pouted your lips, "I can't believe you think so little of our love affair."

Emilia turned her attention back to the men, "Well, I told you I was assigned to a task force that was dedicated to capturing The Vampiress. I, may have gotten a little too close to target."

"Emmy, you fucked me and told me to run because I was about to get captured. I think that's more than a little too close."

You made eyes with Vigilante, who still seemed to be in shock from the revelation, "It's okay, pretty boy. No hard feelings for kidnapping me. I'll still take you home after this if you want."

Emilia and Chris shouted, "No!"

"You are a vampire! You are probably going to kill him," Chris shouted at you.

You pouted, "I wasn't going to kill him! Suck his blood, maybe. But only if he was into it!"

"Whatever! That's — whatever!" Emilia shouted out, running a hand through her short blonde hair in frustration

You smirked, "You jealous, baby?"

Emilia scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Trust me, babe. If I didn't need you right now, I would have let Vigilante kill you tonight."

You frowned and turned your head to Vigilante, "You were going to kill me? I thought we had something special going, pretty boy?"

Vigilante remained calm and his voice seemed deeper than when you spoke to him inside the club, "You were also going to kill me."

You shrugged your shoulders the best you could while strapped down to the chair, "To each their own, I guess. Now, can someone please explain why I'm here if I'm not going to jail?"

"Your husband is in town, it appears," Emilia said coldly.

You shuddered, "Do not call him my husband. Technically, I'm a widow."

"Well, technically he is too. But, that's besides the point. We need your help to track him down and stop him for killing any more girls."

Your eyes widened and whispered. You weren't one to be timid, unless it involves him, "They all look like me, don't they?"

Emilia nodded and gave you a sympathetic smile, "Yeah. I'm sorry, babe. I-I wouldn't ask you to do this if I had any other options."

You gave her a genuine smile, "Thanks, Emmy. Now, can you please untie me. My arms hurt."

Emilia reluctantly untied your binds and you stood up from your spot in the office chair. Vigilante, Emilia, and Christopher were ogling at you as you stretched your arms behind your head, giving them a great view of your outfit. You were still wearing your clothes from the club, a bejeweled bra and a purple thong. You rolled your eyes at the three clearly staring at your exposed frame.

"Did anyone bother getting my stuff out of my locker?" You asked, placing a hand on your hip and slowly peeling off the bright pink wig that you wore when you worked at the club.

The boys stared at you lost again, watching as your real hair cascades out of the wig. How you shook your hair loose, giving them a perfect view of your neck. Emilia sharply smacked the both of them in the head. Peacemaker groaned and began putting up an argument with Emilia. You decided to ignore them and focus your attention back on Vigilante, who was awkwardly standing in front of you, not knowing where to look.

You placed your hand on his chest and grinned at him, “My place?”

Vigilante nodded eagerly again, and you couldn’t wait to attach yourself to him. You never wanted to let him go, “Just to make sure you get home safely, you know. Since I’m a hero, and all.”

You gave him a seductive smirk and laced your hands with his gloved ones, dragging him out the door. You winked at Emilia and Chris before running out the door with Vigilante.

Vigilante scooped you up into his arms. In response, you wrapped yourself around him and quickly made work to expose his bare neck. He seemed to stop for a second, maybe hesitant on if you were going to drink his blood. But relaxed and carried on to the car as you began to suck hickeys into his neck.

He leaned you over the hood of his car and quickly pulled his mask up over his lips, allowing you to attack them with your own. You two were sloppily making out on the hood of his car, in front of Emilia and Peacemaker, who stood in the doorway, watching with awe as you two aggressively made out.

“So, you and the vampire, huh?” Chris chirped up, whispering in Emilia’s ear and he watched Vigilante press kiss his way down your chest.

“Shut it, Smith. Do not tell anyone else about this? Got it?” Emilia grumbled out, turning away to walk back into the office before Vigilante could tear your bra off.

Chris laughed and watched as Vigilante sucked on your breast, “Be here by nine tomorrow! Debriefing!”

Vigilante gave him a thumbs up, not even detaching himself from you, before picking you back up and throwing you into the passenger seat on his Vigilante-Mobile, and speeding off.

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F*ck You?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it doesn’t.” John argues.

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

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

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

“Thanks!” You smile at her.

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

You look over at him, blushing. You nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, maybe.” Chris laughs hysterically.

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

This Means War

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

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

Word Count: 1832

TW: Battle Situations, Guns, Fighting, Language

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you think you can?”

“I know I can.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#sfw repost #fic #rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #colonel rick flag #deadshot #floyd lawton #captain boomerang #digger harkness #john economos #harley quinn #emilia harcourt #joel kinnaman #suicide squad #the suicide squad #dc #dc x reader #battle situation tw #fighting tw #guns tw #language tw

[vigsilantes]

[Meeting up after a mission, Y/N and Adrian didn't completely follow the plan for the mission] Emilia: What the fuck is wrong with you two?! Adrian: Woah that’s rude. Y/N: Yeah, you can’t even start with “hey” or something? Emilia: Hey guys! What the fuck is wrong with you two?!?

#adrian chase #vigilante #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #incorrect peacemaker quotes #incorrect adrian chase quotes #peacemaker #freddie stroma #emilia harcourt x reader #adrian chase x you #dcu #peacemaker hbo

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 5: Christmas Boops

Summary: Most of the 11th Street Kids get into the holiday spirit except you and Harcourt due to your rigid past on missions during Christmas time. But that doesn't stop Leota and Adrian from decorating headquarters to get you out of your Scrooge funk.

Author Note: Adrian Chase X Fem Reader, Y/N, 11th Street Kids, A.R.G.U.S., Hallmark Channel level fluff, Explicit language/Cussing/Swearing, Celebrating Christmas, Christmas carol/song references, Mentions of multi-cultural holidays includes Hanukkah & Kwanzaa, Alcohol consumption, Implied nudity & sex, Karate Kid, The Grinch, Scrooge, Elf, Polar Express, & Christmas Vacation movie references.

No dogs were harmed or embarrassed during the making of this fanfic.

Italics indicate character thoughts & flashbacks

**The first Freddie Stroma gif chosen is how I imagine Adrian's face after reader 'boops' his nose**

**Second Freddie Stroma gif is obviously when female reader showers with Adrian. You're welcome**

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The ground once covered in fallen leaves quickly became a blanket of white as winter approached. You and Harcourt lost your lust for Christmas a long time ago. Probably has a lot to do with working for the government since you were overseas for quite a few of them and Emilia working for the gender bend ‘Scrooge’ herself (Amanda Waller) at A.R.G.U.S.  

Adrian and Leota, on the other hand, found this time of year to be thrilling. Adebayo and her wife, Keeya, had a whole wardrobe for their Yorkie, Emerson, dedicated to the season.

“He has the costume from the movie ‘Elf,’ of course Santa Claus…Oh! And there’s one that’s a Christmas tree where the lights actually turn on!”

Leota explained to Adrian while each of them carried a huge box of Christmas decorations and placed them on her desk.

The level of emotion about Emerson’s Christmas ensemble had yours and Emilia’s eyes rolling but had Adrian matching Leota’s excitement tenfold.

“No way!! I have got to see that!” Exclaimed Adrian.

“It’s bad enough that your dog is the size of a squirrel, but to also dress him up like a doll? He probably plans ways to off himself every day because of that, you know?” John said to Leota.

Leota rolled her eyes at Economos.

“I’ll have you know, he loves his outfits.” She stated.

“It’s not a real dog if they’re no bigger than a football.” Peacemaker interjected.

Economos snickered as Leota flashed her middle finger at Chris.

Harcourt shook her head and smirked. You stretched and released an evident yawn to showcase your lack of interest in the topic.

Adebayo turned and looked at you upon hearing your dramatic yawning.

“I beg your pardon, are we boring you?” She asked you sarcastically.

“She doesn’t like Christmas.” Adrian answered. “She’s my sexy little Grinch.” He proclaimed affectionately.

“I see,” Leota replied, “Well, even the Grinch eventually liked Christmas at the end of the movie!” She sang cheerfully as she sashayed across the room and draped a red, sparkly garland around your neck like a scarf.

Adrian chuckled, looking at you like a shimmering spectacle.

You gave her an exasperated look, “Don’t worry Adebayo, I won’t interfere with your Christmas spirit. I just choose not to participate, that’s all. Commence hollying and jollying.” You said with a weak smile, turning to your laptop.

Leota and Adrian continued to filter through the boxes, practically squealing as they discover a plethora of holiday decorations as they dig deeper.

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By the end of the day, Adrian and Leota had headquarters dripping in yuletide garnishing.

“Well? What do you guys think??” Adrian asked.

The four of you reviewed the area covered in half blinking, half burnt out Christmas lights, paper Mache cut into snowflakes hanging from the ceiling panels, different color sparkling garland lining the windows, and creepy Santa, snowman, and elf animatronic dolls that looked possessed scattered around the room. They even managed to have a Menorah and a Kwanzaa Kinara candle holder placed on each of the two filing cabinets, each baring all the proper colored candles. Leota even had a Polar Express replica traveling around beneath the starless Christmas tree.

“Not gonna lie, it looks pretty fuckin’ good, you guys.” Chris admitted.

Leota and Adrian beamed at each other bumping fists triumphantly.

“Yeah, definitely looks like Buddy the elf made his way in here.” John said.

Everyone chuckled together. Even Emilia smirked at Economos’ comment.

You only smiled so you wouldn’t be such a Debbie downer and ruin Adrian or Leota’s proud moment like you promised.

Adrian looked over at you, most likely waiting for your feedback. As he looked at you, so did the rest of the group. You blankly look back at everyone. You were genuinely clueless.

“Um, what?” You asked them.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Leota asked.

“Oh!” You say finally catching on.

“Well…” you take another look around the room. Adrian and Adebayo waited eagerly on your response.

You were genuinely at a loss for words. Your distain for Christmas outweighed your ability to pretend to like it. You felt a knot form in your chest, trying hard to swallow it down as it started to rise into your throat. It felt like an eternity trying to come up with a response heartfelt enough to satisfy Leota and Adrian’s expectations. Afterall, they did work really hard on the place, so you didn’t want to hurt their feelings by any means.

You released a deep exhale, “It’s everything what Christmas should be. It’s definitely going to be a shame to take it down after the holidays.” You finally managed to say.

Leota started clapping and jumping in place squealing with joy.

“I knew we’d get you into the holiday mood!!” She ran over and hugged you so hard you almost fell off your chair.

You struggled to laugh. “Uh, yeah… right, Leota…… ACK!!”

You grunted feeling extra weight bare down on you. Adrian had jumped and embraced you and Leota in an unexpected group hug.

Harcourt had began videoing the three of you from her phone when she saw Adrian make a running start towards you and Leota. Everyone was laughing enjoying the moment.

“Maybe this isn’t so bad.” You thought to yourself as you couldn’t breathe from all the weight sitting on top of you.

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The following weekend, the group decided to have a little holiday gathering at O’Rourke’s. You all pile in together on a cold Friday evening as flurries fell from the night sky. Chris without hesitation ordered up a round of drinks.

As the hours passed, the majority of you get rowdier as you play another one of Chris’ suggested drinking games. This game was Christmas themed of course. The bar had a different holiday movie playing on each of the flat screens, and Chris said anytime one of you notices a Santa hat appearing in the scene, that person calls out ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’ as they point to three separate people (basically calling each of them a ‘hoe’) at the table and they have to drink.

Economos and Adrian ended up drinking more since John was very delayed catching any Santa hats, and Adrian just distracted by looking at you dreamily the whole night wearing a low cut red V-neck.

You look at him and whistle at him.

“Hey, buddy, my face is up here.” You say tilting his chin up making his eyes meet yours.

He snickered guiltily having been caught staring at your chest.

“I can’t help it! They’re perfect.” He declared.

You shake your head smiling.

“Well, I’m glad you think so.” He leaned in and gave you a clumsy peck bumping your nose quite hard.

“Ook, I think it’s time to go, Adrian.” You announced rubbing your nose.

“Yeah, I gotta get back to Keeya and the pups.” Leota checked her watch.

Everyone threw money on the table to pay the tab and exited the bar.

Everyone going their way to their car, you take the keys to the Vigilante-mobile and get Adrian into the passenger seat.

“Where’s the steering wheel?” Adrian asked.

You laugh, “It’s in front of me. I’m driving.” You told him.

“Ahhhhh.” He said booping your nose. “You’re cute.”

He placed the palm of his hand on the side of your cheek cradling your face. He musingly looked into your eyes, a wave of adoration pulsing through his veins. You leaned into his hand putting your hand on his. His touch sent a surge through your body.

“Let’s get home so I can love on you properly.” You said finally.

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As you drive past the park, Adrian suddenly perked up and demanded you to stop the car.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT!! Stop here!!” He shouted making your heart jump.

“What the actual fuck, Adrian??” You stop the car. “What’s wrong??”

He said nothing opening the door and started running towards the monumental water fountain in the middle of the park.

“Um, Adrian?” You call after him.

“Come on, Y/N!” He yelled back at you.

You get out of the car and run after him.

He stopped by the fountain in front of a fresh layer of fallen snow.

“Adrian?” You asked out of breath as you reach him.

“Ready?” He asked.

You look around you, confused.

“For?” You asked.

Adrian turned around and fell backwards onto the snow on the ground behind him.

“Holy shit!” You gasped, “Are you that drunk?”

“Snow angel!” He chirped at you, like it was obvious.

He started to move his arms and legs in a Vitruvian Man motion creating the angel shape beneath him on the ground.

You watched him awestruck…and slightly annoyed.

“You almost put me into cardiac arrest because you wanted to make a snow angel? Really?” You asked.

“Really really! Now get down here and make one with me!” He said disregarding your irritability.

“No, Adrian. It’s too cold and we’ve been drinking-“

You suddenly feel your feet kicked up from underneath you. You hit the ground hard as the air you did have left in your lungs was forced out as you land on your back next to your boyfriend. You cough a few times trying to allow your brain to catch up to the fact that Adrian had just swept your legs with his foot to get you on the ground with him.

“Did…did you just..?” you began to ask.

“Sweep the leg? Yep! Now that you’re down here, start angel-ing!” He replied with a tinge of pride in his voice.

You cannot believe he just took you out at the leg to get you on the ground to make a snow angel.

“Christ, the level of insanity…” You muse to yourself.

Nonetheless, you began to move your arms head to waist while closing and separating your legs to make the angel, obliging Adrian’s request.

He looked at you and smiled.

“Look at you! Being all Christmasy as fuck!” He gleamed.

He rolled over on top of you, pulling your face up to his, kissing you quite sloppily.

You giggle into his mouth.

“You are crazy, Adrian Chase!” You pull away to say as you continue to laugh.

He hovered over you, exploring your face with admiration.

You gazed back at him, his green eyes putting you under his love spell. And the smile his lips curl into when he looks at you that way has your heart melting every time.

You pulled him back down for another kiss.

The kiss so intense with passion you couldn’t even feel the cold you both are still laying in.

Adrian pulled back.

“See? The holidays don’t have to be bad.” He said with a proud smile stroking your hair.

You roll your eyes, “Yeah I guess this year is different since you’re around.” You say smiling back.

He booped your nose again and stood up pulling you along with him.

“Let’s go home and take a nice hot shower. Then, hot chocolate while watching some holiday movies! Starting with Christmas Vacation!” He said gleefully.

You walked side by side as he held your waist to make way towards the Sebring. He pulled you in tight against him to keep you warm, and to make sure you didn’t slip.

“And by hot shower I mean together.” He whispered into your ear.

“Of course.” You said booping his nose.

So Leota was right, you found your holiday spirit. This was how your Christmases were going to be from now on…

A little bit of second hand multi-cultural decoration, a side of alcohol with the 11th Street Kids, and a little nonsexual tussle with Adrian to get you to make snow angels mixed with sexual tussling after some hot chocolate.

This was the beginning of your Christmas tradition with Adrian, and now you will always have a reason to look forward to the holiday’s thanks all of them.

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#adrian chase #vigilante #adrian chase x female reader #vigilante x reader #adrian chase imagine #vigilante x you #hbo max #dc #11th street kids #chris smith #peacemaker #emilia harcourt #leota adebayo #john economos #shewolf #christmas #holidays #hanukkah #kwanzaa #freddie stroma #my love #teal

[tiannasfanfic]

Catharsis: Chapter 1

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Word Count: 2,481

Description: Based on true events, a reader insert story. An abusive relationship has finally ended for reader, but the ex soon turns into a stalker. While you're trying to deal with it on your own, your coworkers can tell something is up.

Author Note: We’re all still sick with this blasted cold, so my longer fics are on hold for a bit longer until I can think straight again. However, two days ago while I was feverish and high, I wrote the start of a shorter fic. I’m thinking it’ll only be a few chapters. Though, of all the autobiographical stuff I could’ve written about, I don’t know why it was this period suddenly screamed out at me for a story. It felt good getting it out though.

CW: All chapters will possibly touch on some of the mental and emotion abuse reader went through, plus deal with the type of PTSD leftover. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter 1: (Crossposted to AO3)

The breakup had been a bad one. To be fair, the whole relationship had been a bad one, but you were still in the process of seeing that. Bits and pieces had filtered through your rose-colored glasses over the four years you were with your ex. But that last six months though really brought a lot out into the light.

While it never got physical, that didn’t matter. Emotional and mental abuse was just as bad. Unseen scars were still scars.

You started working for the group out of Henenlotter Video about a year ago. You hadn’t wanted to get a new job, liking the call center position you had, but at that point, your ex wasn’t working and spent all the money you made on useless stuff, not bills. You had been going into debt fast, so a higher paying job at that point was the only option until you could figure something. You were still thinking then that he was just having bad luck finding work, not that he just wasn’t looking, which was the reality of the situation. So, you got yourself a new, better paying job as a data analyst.

Only to find out data analyzing was only a small part of the job. You still didn’t really know why you had gotten hired for this. The whole thing was out of your depth. While you were pretty good at data entry, you weren’t even doing that most of the time. That was fine with you, it was all very exciting and interesting, and you felt like you were living in a sci-fi action movie some days. Since your ex never showed the slightest interest in your day, he never got to hear about all the cool stuff you got to do or about how much you liked your coworkers. You even came home with a black eye, and all scratched up once and he didn’t even bat an eye.

Your coworkers didn’t know you before your ex, so they had no idea what kind of person you were before he got his hooks in you. You had changed, though you didn’t really know how much yet. Those last six months though, they could tell something was wrong. You were quieter, a bit stand-off ish and very distracted. The two who really noticed was Emilia Harcourt and Leota Adebayo. While John Economos, Chris Smith and Adrian Chase did to varying degrees, they just passed it off as stress, your period, or whatever else they could think of that might have you cranky. But Emilia and Leota had a weird feeling about it all. They noticed your demeanor had changed with the guys, not with them. You stopped getting into playful arguments with Chris. You didn’t get up from your desk a dozen times a day to show silly memes to John anymore. Adrian’s bizarre comments which usually made you laugh (and only you most of the time) barely got a smile. And Harcourt definitely noticed how you tensed up anytime one of them would raise their voice and how you would force yourself to relax afterwards.

Then came the breakup. With as little interest as your ex showed in you or anything you did, breaking up should have been a cinch, right? Obviously, he doesn’t care about you to care about staying with you, right?

Wrong, as it turns out. So very wrong.

You discovered personally how when you start taking control back from an abuser, they completely lose their shit.

Your ex moved out one Saturday, and you told your coworkers that much, at least. But not that your ex always was lurking somewhere after that. Outside your townhouse, circling the parking lot of the complex; driving past your work; everywhere. He refused to give you his key until he got his stuff out but was also refusing to set a time to come do it, wanting the leeway to still come and go as he pleased. About two weeks later, you woke up one night to find him standing in your bedroom, staring at you. You pretended to still be asleep, frozen in place. He walked out after a minute or two, then you heard him leave a few minutes later. It took you an hour before you could get out of bed. When you did, you went downstairs, pushed your recliner in front of the door, then curled up on the couch and sobbed for the rest of the night.

For the next week, you called out of work. You didn’t want to, but every time you walked out of your apartment, you would immediately get sick to your stomach and get hit with waves of panic attacks. You blamed it on a nasty case of food poisoning when you talked to Harcourt every morning, but it wasn’t that at all.

Agoraphobia was an anxiety disorder that ran in your family. While you had dealt with it a few times in your life already, it had never been this bad. Never to the point you couldn’t leave your house at all. But having a stalker with free access to your house will do that to you. Since his name was still on the lease, you didn’t think you could change the locks. You really didn’t know what you could or couldn’t do at this point, or even what you should do. Your brain still hadn’t fully wrapped around the fact you were the victim in this and were still actively being abused. Hell, you were already hearing from friends how your ex was already going around saying HE was being abused by YOU. That was a kick in the balls, to put it mildly. You ended up sleeping on the couch every night with your recliner in front of the door. Sleeping consisted of one hour cat naps, if you were lucky. You woke up with every little sound from outside. Hearing a car door would instantly set you off into another panic attack.

That Friday, sometime around 11am, you were trying to get a nap on the couch. You had just started dosing when not one, but two car doors shutting right outside your home instantly jarred you awake. The panic attack started rising up but considering Chris and Adrian couldn’t go anywhere without being noisy as all hell, you quickly figured out who was outside. They were having a rousing debate about the flavors of Gatorade, even going as far as to stop right outside your door and argue for a few minutes about what flavors the two of them would be if they were Gatorade instead of people before they finally knocked. That was fine, it gave you time to calm down and center yourself as best you could. Which ended up being a lot, you realized with surprise, considering how much of a mess you had been lately. But, then again, you’d never had any reason to feel unsafe around these two.

Well.

Let’s rephrase that one, shall we?

You’ve been in plenty of unsafe situations with the two of them. A lot of the time, the situation was unsafe because of one of them, if not both. But they never, ever directly made you feel unsafe. Since you were still the newbie and had the least experience among the group, they were always the first to check on you after things went sideways. Technically, it was always Adrian checking on you first, but Chris always made it clear he was happy you weren’t dead yet. Even Chris’ bullying never got to you, you usually found it amusing. He was trying to be better about it, though he did occasionally let some zingers slip. At the end of the day though, the small zingers were nothing compared to what you had been living with every day until recently.

“Hey, Harcourt called and yelled at us,” Chris explained as soon as you opened the door. “Said if we were going to be late, we might as well come by here to make sure you’re staying hydrated. And she’s right, you don’t want to get dehydrated, dude.”

You looked down and realized they were both holding four grocery bags each, plus a couple of six packs of Sprite.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, speechless, moving aside to let them in.

They headed for your kitchen.

The both of them had been inside your apartment before when you needed rides to work. All of your coworkers had. You ex also had a habit of running off with your car without warning, so this had been a frequent occurrence over the last year, and especially the last six months.

This was how Adrian immediately noticed your recliner was not where it was supposed to be as soon as he stepped inside. It was normally closer to the couch, sitting at angle facing towards your tv. The few times he’d been in your place before, it was always right there. That’s where he expected to see it. Now it was directly next to the front door, positioned where you couldn’t even see the tv from it. So that was definitely odd. But even odder was the indentations in the carpet in front of the door. You hadn’t bothered to try leaving your house since Wednesday morning, so you hadn’t moved it until Chris and Adrian got there. Two days was plenty of time for the weight of it to settle into the carpet. After that, his gaze swept the living room and kitchen on his way through. It was a bit messier than normal, with some trash that needed picking up and dishes that needed doing. While you definitely weren’t a neat freak, you had your own mode of controlled chaos that made sense to you. This was going a little bit beyond that.

“Did you need some help around the house?” Adrian asked, setting the bags on the kitchen table.

“That’s okay, I’ll get it in a day or two,” you said. “I just haven’t had the energy to clean this week with my stomach being goofy. But thanks!”

Adrian nodded, noting this was more than a week’s worth of mess, but elected not to say anything. He pointed at your overflowing trash can. “I’m at least taking that out though.”

A surge of relief washed over you. Even the idea of taking the trash out to the dumpster made you sick to your stomach.

“Sounds good!” you said, laughing tiredly.

While Adrian collected the trash bag and took it out, Chris began unloading the bags they brought.

“We got you water, Gatorade and Sprite,” he said. “Go easy on the Spite. Even though it’s caffeine free, the sugar isn’t good for you with you being sick, but it might help settle your stomach while you’re eating.”

There was now a rainbow assortment of bottles on your kitchen table. Most of what they brought was Gatorade. Over a dozen bottles of it, at least.

“That’s a lot of Gatorade,” you said. “I think you stocked me up for the next year.”

“We didn’t know what flavor you liked,” Adrian said as he came back in from the trash run. “So, we got you one of each.”

“No,” Chris said, holding up a finger. “No, no. YOU insisted on getting one of each. I was going to get her four bottles of fruit punch and call it a day.”

“But we don’t know if she likes fruit punch!” Adrian protested.

“Dude, everyone likes fruit punch!”

“Actually,” you interjected. “I can’t stand fruit punch.”

“And that makes you a weirdo,” Chris said, and took the bottle of fruit punch they brought off the table. “More for me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. It was the first time you had laughed in about three weeks. Since all this started, really. But they always had that effect on you. Every single one of your coworkers had that effect on you, which is partially why you loved working with everyone so much. There was just something about these two especially. Neither one of them showed they cared in conventional ways, but then again, neither did you. And neither of them would never, ever admit to caring unless it slipped out. But you could tell. Even Harcourt couldn’t have made Chris come over if he didn’t want to, so the act itself gave it away. And, most importantly, they made you feel safe.

They didn’t stay for long since they were in hot water with Harcourt already. As they were leaving, Adrian saw the chair again. A feeling rose in his gut, and he stopped. He turned back to you.

“You still have my number, right?”

You nodded.

“If you ever need anything, call me and I’ll be right over,” he said, looking you in the eye with no trace of his normal humor in his voice. “No matter what it is, or what time it is, if you ever need me, I’ll be here as soon as you call.”

You didn’t know what to say. Despite the fact Adrian was an extremely lethal killer, he had a pair of green puppy dog eyes that just seemed to bore into your soul and lay it bare. You never realized until now that those eyes of his made it almost impossible to lie to him. Of course, it would be now that you were desperately trying to keep something from him that you would realize this.

You started to open your mouth, a flood of words on your tongue, but unsure what you were about to say. Maybe he could help somehow. Maybe if you asked, he’d -

“Dude, stop being creepy,” Chris said as he stepped back into your apartment.

“I’m not, I -“

“She hasn’t even been single a month yet, “Chris grabbed Adrian by the arm and started dragging him to the car. “Give her space. I haven’t even tried to hit that yet.”

“I wasn’t hitt- wait, singl-“

“And if I can wait, so can you!”

They were back to the car when Chris suddenly remembered you could still hear them. He turned back towards your front door where he saw you standing a step outside the door into the small entryway, watching them with raised eyebrows.

“Sorry, Y/N, but it’s true!” Chris called to you with a wave. He shoved Adrian towards the passenger side of the car and opened the driver’s side. “Don’t worry, you still got a few more weeks safe though. See you Monday!”

You chuckled, stepping back inside quickly before they left. It didn’t bug you being outside while they were here, but you didn’t want to push it.

Before shutting the door, you heard Adrian exclaim in a tone of dismay and shock, “What do you mean Y/N is single now???”

#adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker #dceu fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #dceu #dceu fic #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase hc #vigilante hc #adrian chase fluff #adrian chase fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x y/n #adrian chase x you #adrian chase x female reader #adrian chase headcanons #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante imagines #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker vigilante #vigilante x y/n #vigilante x you #vigilante x female reader #vigilante x reader #vigilante fanfic

[jeysbvck]

late night talking

@peacemakernet event 02: once more, with feeling!

Emilia Harcourt x gn!reader

warnings: none really, other than language and fluff.

word count: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But, it is someone?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You had ulterior motives regarding our friendship?!"

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

"An idiot you have a crush on."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut up." Emilia laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#peacemakernet #peacemaker #emilia harcourt #emilia harcourt fic #harcourt fic #harcourt #peacemaker fic #peacemaker hbo #emilia harcourt x reader #harcourt x reader #my creations*

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Hey, everyone! I'm going to give @flufftober a shot this year. I've got the prompts all planned out below, but I might alter things around or change my mind as the month goes on. There's a lot of new ships I've never written before but I'm excited to try- especially with an autumn theme! My goal is to write between 300 and 1k words for each prompt. Hopefully I'll be updating this post often. Wish me luck! ❤

Week One

1. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes - Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom

2. “You’ve told your parents?” - Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (DCU) x Reader 

3. Thick as Thieves - Nathan Drake (Uncharted 2022) x Thief!Reader

4. Supporting Silly Quirks/Hobbies [Alt 2] Caught in the Rain - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

5. “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person!” - Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

6. Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights - Nadja of Antipaxos x Reader x Laszlo Cravensworth

7. Movie Marathon - Natasha Romanov/Black Widow x Reader

8. Shooting Stars - Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader AU

Week 2

9. Game Day (Sports) - Poly!SuicideSquad x Reader

10. Love Language - Bruce Wayne (Batman 2022) x Reader

11. Poetry, Art, Music, Craft - Rick Flag x Artist!Reader AU

12. “You kept this?” - Edward Teach (ofmd) x Reader 

13. Secret Family Recipe - Peter Parker (MCU) x Ned’s Sister!Reader

14. Truth or Dare/20 Questions - Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Vigilante!Reader

15. Accidents don't just happen accidentally - Joan Watson x Reader x Sherlock Holmes

16. “I hate you” – “I love you too” - Emilia Harcourt x Argus Agent!Reader

Week Three

17. Animal Shelter - Stephen Holder x Reader 

18. Soulmate AU - Eddie Munson x Reader

19. Hot Chocolate - Bilbo Baggins x Human!Reader

20. Bedtime Stories [Alt 5] Winning a Teddy for the Other - Steve Harrington x Reader

21. Kiss for Good Luck - Daenerys Targaryen x Reader

22. “Have you heard?” - Robert Dubois x Reader

23. POV Outsider - Digger Harkness x Reader from Rick Flag’s POV

24. All the Hugs - Harley Quinn x Squadmember!Reader

Week Four

25. First Dance - Kili (Hobbit) x Reader

26. Blankets - Takeshi Kovacs Prime x Reader

27. Reunion - Yelena Belova x Reader

28. Picnic - Guillermo de la Cruz x Witchhunter!Reader

29. Leaves [Alt 1] Slow dance - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

30. Dear Diary - Chris Smith/Peacemaker x Reader 

31. A Sweet Treat - Rick Flag x Argus Agent!Reader

#flufftober2022 #flufftober #flufftober masterlist #mywords* #We'll see how I keep up with my first month-long challenge!

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You Make Me Happy

@peacemakernet event 02: once more, with feeling!

Emilia Harcourt x gn!reader

Summary: Harcourt rarely lets people in, but when she lets you in, you give her undeniable happiness

Warnings: mentions of guns, mentions of injuries

General Taglist: @neptuneswritingwork @violetrainbow412-blog

Emilia Harcourt was like a rubik’s cube. She was a puzzle that, though many tried, few people were able to solve.

The 11th Street Kids had solved the puzzle that was her heart. As hard as she tried to keep that from happening, it was almost impossible when you had lovable idiots for friends.

It was easy to become friends with Adebayo. She was definitely the most tame of the group. She and Economos had already known each other from working together at Belle Reeve, so that wasn’t too difficult.

Chris and Adrian were a little harder. Chris had an ego the size of Jupiter, and Adrian was like a puppy, way too excitable. But the two had managed to somehow worm their way into her heart. Maybe it was Chris finally acting like a normal person, or Adrian opening up to her, but it worked.

And you? You were a different story all together. The two of you had met when Waller had come up with Project Butterfly. You were definitely easier to handle than Chris or Adrian, but she was just as skeptical about you as she was about Adebayo.

Unlike Adebayo or Adrian, you didn’t try to become friends with the rest of the group. You just did your job, and let fate dictate whether or not you’d become a part of their group.

She remembers you going to the same bar she did after having dinner at Fennel Fields. She remembers you apologizing and offering to leave. Then of course she remembers a man coming up to her and attempting to flirt, to which you simply laughed, and told him he’d have better luck at a dog shelter.

She remembers when the man’s friend walked up to you, and called you a freak, to which you quickly responded with a kick to the balls, and a head-slam into the bar. Not hard enough to seriously hurt him of course, but just hard enough to give him a bloody nose, and hurt his pride.

She remembers you offering to take Vigilante during the Glen Tai raid. You had told her that you were afraid she might kill him if he got on her nerves, but she liked to think that, possibly, you offered because you wanted her to be less stressed.

She remembers you patching her up after her fight with Judomaster. She remembered the look of concentration on your face as you held the alcohol soaked cotton swab to her forehead.

“I can’t believe such a small guy has so much strength.” You mumbled to yourself, rolling the shoulder that Judomaster had kicked.

“You sound like Chris.” Emilia said. It was quiet, but audible. And, was that a hint of a smile?

You grinned back at her, but she quickly averted her eyes. She remembers pushing you away in an attempt to hide her blush from you.

She remembers the nerves she felt before going after the cow. She had just been given the role of leader for the team. She knew that everyone was counting on her, that thousands of lives depended on whether or not they could pull this off.

You had told her countless times that everything was going to be fine, that you were going to kill the cow, and save the world.

Now you sound like Vigilante. She thought to herself.

You stood up straight, checking your guns. You adjusted the bulletproof vest that hugged your body. You glanced up at her, and gave her a reassuring smile.

She remembers you pulling the butterfly out of her mouth. You grabbed it, and yanked it hard, throwing it to the ground. You shot at it twice, then sighed. You helped her up to her feet, then continued fighting.

She remembers hearing your scream. It was loud, deafening to her ears. She whipped her head around, searching for you.

When her eyes caught sight of you, you were on your knees, with a blade lodged into your side. She saw you fall forward, and sprinted toward you.

Butterflies around you saw this as an opportunity. They might not be able to stop Chris, but they could kill someone who was already down. Emilia fought with everything in her to protect you from the butterflies. She fired shot after shot, but there were too many of them.

One had gotten a good shot on her too, and soon, she was laying on the ground next to you.

She remembers waking up in the hospital, and immediately thinking of you.

Where are you? Are you okay? I need to see you.

Chris came in to talk to her that day. He told her that she was going to be staying at the hospital for a while, and would have to go through physical therapy to try to get better.

“What about Y/n?” She asked him.

Chris sighed. “Y/n’s okay. They lost some blood, but they were able to get some from someone else.”

“I want to see them.”

You had made your way to Emilia’s room later that day. She was sleeping at the time. You sat down in the metal chair next to her bed. Her chest slowly rose and fell with each breath she took.

You brushed a blonde curl away from her face. She had some cuts on her face, but the nurses must’ve bandaged them up.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled, actually smiled, when she saw you.

“Hey.” You said, taking her hand in yours.

“Hey.” She replied.

There was a minute of silence between the two of you.

“Emilia, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize.” She told you.

You couldn’t help it though. She’d sacrificed herself protecting you.

“I’ll be good as new soon.” She squeezed your hand.

“If I had been paying more attention, I wouldn’t have been stabbed, then you wouldn’t-” Your words stop abruptly when she raises your hand to her mouth, and kisses it.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm you erratic heart.

“I’m gonna stay here with you while you work through your physical therapy. It’s the least I can do.” You tell her.

“Then what?” She asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know. Now that Amanda Waller has been exposed, we don’t really have jobs anymore, huh? I guess I’ll have to go find work somewhere else. Maybe the bat needs some help in Gotham.” You joked.

“Don’t go to Gotham.” Emilia says. Her words are quick, and clipped. She realizes her outburst may have been sudden. “I mean, you should stay here… I think that we, the team, could do more…” Her eyes are looking anywhere but yours.

“You want me to stay?” You asked her.

“I think I might kill Peacemaker and Vigilante without you.” She states, her eyes returning to yours.

You can’t help but laugh. Emilia feels her heartbeat quicken in her chest.

Emilia could get used to having you around. When you were there, things just seemed lighter? She wasn’t as stressed or worried about things. She didn’t get as easily annoyed at the rest of the group. She was happy.

You made Emilia Harcourt happy.

#emilia harcourt x reader #emilia harcourt #peacemaker #harcourt x reader

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night shift — adrian chase x fem!reader & emilia chase x fem!reader

summary: after pretending to be doctors and teachers for the last forty years, you had grown tired of playing nice. so, when you find yourself in evergreen, you decide to become a stripper. easier access to men, who threw themselves at you, whom you’d then drain of blood. being a vampire isn’t always glamorous. however, when your evil ex boyfriend is in town, murdering innocent women, you are forced to reunite with an old friend (and ex lover) to kill him. but, that cute little Vigilante is so hard to work with, when all you want to do is jump his bones.

one — back in hell

two — 34+35

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #peacemaker #vigilante #adrian chase x female reader #freddie stroma #vigilante x reader #peacemaker hbo max #adrian chase x you #emilia harcourt #emilia harcourt x you #emilia harcourt x fem reader #emilia harcourt x reader

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More Than I’m Willing To Lose Part 4 (finale)

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Featuring platonic!11th Street Kids.

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Prompt: The team has found Jack and they’ll stop at nothing to take him down, but you and Adrian just want to keep each other safe.

Warnings: panic, gun violence, scientific experimentation, mentions of sex in a joking manner, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language

A/N: Here it is! The final chapter! It’s so crazy to me that I’m actually posting this almost exactly a year ago from when I started writing the first chapter in August of last year. I didn’t think I’d ever finish this one. I always intended to, but never did. I’m happy I finally got around to it. I hope you guys enjoy! 🥰🧜‍♂️

You sat and listened as Harcourt gave the rundown on how the mission would go. From what they could tell there was only one guy really involved. Jack seemed to be working alone. Nobody really knew why, but they didn’t care. Leota was going to run the mission, John would be running head on tech and coms, and Adrian and Chris would be the muscle. Emilia planned on staying back to watch you, just in case anyone tried anything while the team was gone.

“I’m not staying home. I’m going.” You decide.

“No, you’re not.” Adrian says adamantly.

“That’s not fair! I’m the reason we’re in this mess. Why can’t I go?” You question him.

“We’re not talking about this right now.” He tries to avoid the subject, walking away, continuing to aggressively pack a bag of weapons.

“Yes, we are. I’m a part of this team too. My shoulder is healing great and it’s not like I do much field work anyway. I’ll stay in the van! Why can’t I go?” You ask again, following him.

“Because you’re more than I’m willing to lose!” Adrian snaps. You stare at Adrian in shock. You don’t know what to think about that statement, but you don’t want him to go without you.

“Kid, he’s right-“ Chris starts.

“When have you ever agreed with him?!” You turn to look at Chris.

“Look, kid-“ You cut him off.

“I’m a grown adult don’t treat me like a fucking child.” You snap. You feel bad. You know he’s not calling you a child when he says that, but you just got so angry. You’re not even angry. You’re just scared. You sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think you need to be on this mission. It’s not a big deal. It should be easy peasy. Just let us get in, take care of it, and get out. Nobody thinks any less of you, we just think you don’t need to worry about it.” Leota tries to reason with you.

“I updated the coms and there’s trackers inside now. You can watch them at all times no matter how far away you are and I’ll loop you in if we need anything.” John promises.

“Please,” Adrian takes a deep breath. “Please stay here with Harcourt.” He begs.

“Okay.” You say flatly.

“Okay?” Adrian is relieved.

“Yeah. I’ll stay.” You weren’t happy about it.

“Thank you.” He sighs, hugging you before going to help load the van. “It’ll be okay.”

“You know he’s just trying to protect you right?” Harcourt asks once they’re gone.

“I know.” You sigh. “I just don’t like not being there in case he needs me. You and I both know how reckless he is sometimes, especially when someone’s really pissed him off.”

“He’s gonna be okay. He’s an idiot, but he’s practically indestructible.”

“I know. It’s just the practically part that scares me.” You watch the computer closely, trying not to think of all the what ifs.

“You really love him don’t you?” She asks as you stalk the coms tracker.

“Is it that obvious?” You give a dry laugh.

“Yeah, but if it helps I’m pretty sure it’s mutual. If I didn’t know you two, I’d assume you were dating.” You look at her in disbelief.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Chase doesn’t look at me like that.” She smiles at you in an effort to make you feel better. Moments like this were rare with Emilia. You would consider her your friend, but you didn’t often get to talk with her like this.

“Leota said the same thing.” You smile.

“Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe Adebayo and I are right? We all see it.”

“Really?” You question.

“Yes. Why haven’t you told him yet?” She asks.

“I don’t have the best track record with people I like. I tend to get rejected far more than anything else and I’ve lost friends because of it. Our friendship means too much to me to change it or lose it because I couldn’t keep my feelings to myself.” You sigh.

“Something tells me he feels pretty similarly.”

“Why won’t he just tell me? Why do I have to tell him?”

“I think he’s been trying to tell you, but doesn’t know how far is too far with boundaries. He’s probably just as scared to lose you. I don’t know why you can’t see that. You can read him better than anyone else. It’s like you two are the twins from the fucking Shinning.” You laugh at her comparison.

The joy doesn’t last long. Suddenly the trackers start to go offline. “What the fuck is happening?” You try to refrain from freaking out. Harcourt picks up her phone, making a call.

“John, why did they all just go offline?” She has him on speaker phone.

“I don’t know, but the last thing I heard before they went out was that they think we might have underestimated how many people are involved.” He seems nervous.

“Fuck!” You let out a nervous yelp.

“Can you see their last known location?” Harcourt asks. You nod, showing her your screen.

“Get in the car.” She says, packing up her weapons. You pack your computer equipment, speeding off with Harcourt to meet up with Economos. You stare out the windshield silently.

“They’re gonna be okay.” She says.

“They fucking better be…I- I never told him…” Your voice trails off.

“You’ll get to tell him. If the night doesn’t end with you and Chase cuddled up on the couch ranting about your weird fucking nerd shows and making gross kissy faces at each other then I’m gonna kill every fucking mobster in this goddamn city until I find our team.” She says, gripping the steering wheel.

You see the van and you park alongside it, hoping in.

“Thank god you’re here.” Economos lets out a sigh of relief. As Harcourt and Economos devise a plan you start to get ready to head out into the field.

“What are you doing?” John asks.

“I’m going out there and neither of you are fucking stopping me this time.”

“Chase wouldn’t like this.” Harcourt starts.

“Well Adrian isn’t fucking here. I’m getting him back.” You head out and she follows you.

“Fine, but I’m leading.” She walks ahead of you with her gun drawn into the building their coms went out in.

“John, I think we figured out why we were only ever able to see one guy in this building…” Harcourt trailed off, staring into the entrance to the cave. “It looks like their operations are mostly underground. I think they took over an old butterfly base.” She guesses.

“Are we sure they aren’t butterflies?” He questions.

“I don’t seen an excess amount of amber fluid anywhere and they’d have to have it stock piled because the cow is dead now. There’s only a couple jars. They need so much to survive. It’s their only food source.” You remind him.

“We’re going into the tunnel. I’m not sure if this will cut off our signal or not.” Harcourt informs him before you start climbing down. There are multiple rooms. The first one you reach seems to be a meeting room for operations. You start reading papers on the tables. Harcourt was a solider. She was used to this, but analyzing was your job. You could actually do a lot of helping with this part. Your eyes start to water as you stare at the papers. “What?” She looks at you, sensing your discomfort.

“They’re not butterflies. They’re trying to become butterflies. We need to find the others they’re in a lot of fucking danger right now.” You say, starting to grow panicked looking at the failed experiments before you, records of trials done to turn humans into super soldiers with the strength of butterflies without being alien. They were using the amber fluid they found at the abandoned Glen Tai factory, but it wasn’t enough. They needed more data on the butterfly DNA. That’s what Jack was stealing from your laptop.

“What the fuck do you mean become butterflies?” She was confused.

“That’s what he needed from me. He wanted the data on the butterfly DNA that I had stored on my laptop.”

“Well aren’t you smarter than I gave you credit for?” You heard a voice you never wanted to hear again from the doorway. Harcourt drew her gun. “I’ve got your little boyfriend locked up and being prepped for trials as we speak.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You try to remain calm.

“Oh that’s right. You just wish he was. That’s why you went out with me…because he doesn’t love you. You know, I didn’t expect to have to shoot you.” He shrugs. “Not in the street at least. I was hoping you’d invite me in so we didn’t have to make a scene, but you’re still saving yourself for that idiot.” He laughs at you.

“What do you want, Jack?” You cringe, thinking of the night.

“I’ve already got everything I want. I have my data. I have more test subjects. I even have you right where I want you.”

“What are you talking about?” You ask as Harcourt scans the room. She watches as more men come around the corner with guns. She’s trying to plan an exist strategy.

“I hate to admit it, but I need your help. You can help me or you can try and fail to save the guy that’s been leading you on for a year to the point where you stopped dating completely. I may not love you, but at least I’m not leading you on.”

You look at Harcourt and see she has a plan before you make your next move.

“Sure because asking me out on a date only just to shoot me and rob me isn’t leading me on at all.” You laugh. You shoot him and Harcourt takes out the other men. “What was it you said to me? You thought this way would be more fun? I hope you’re having fun, Jack.” He isn’t dead yet, but you know he’s not getting up anytime soon. “Watch him I’m going to find the others.” You start to run out the door.

“Since when do I take orders from you?!” Harcourt yells after you.

“Please?” You ask more nicely, popping your head through the door again.

“Go.” She smiles. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t get up and nobody gets away with these documents.” You smile back at her before running out the door and down the hall. You check every room, careful not to draw any unwanted attention in case anyone is left. Finally you open a door to see Chris.

“I’m glad you’re here, but your ex boyfriend is fucking crazy.” Chris jokes.

“He’s not my ex. Don’t call him that.”

“Did you bang?” He questions as you untie him.

“No, of course we didn’t!” You protest.

“Hey, don’t judge. One time I banged this chick and she had like crazy stamina. I thought she was just super into me, but turns out she was a butterfly.” You cringe.

“Oh my god please stop talking about your sex life for once and go find Leota!” You beg him.

“I’ll stop, but only because you’re getting upset because you don’t have one and I feel bad for you because you got shot.” You and Chris part ways before you can kill him to find the rest of your teammates. You open door after door until finally you find him.

“Adrian!” You run to him. He snaps his head up from it’s relaxed position to face you. He’s not wearing his mask. They must have ripped it off of him. He looks a little roughed up.

“No no no no what are you doing here? You can’t be here.” He starts to worry.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re okay. Everybody is okay. I shot him. I think we took out all his people.” You start untying him.

“You shot him?!” He’s surprised.

“Yeah…”

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” He gushes. You blush. “I mean I really wanted to shoot him, but I’m glad if anyone else did it, it was you.”

“I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want me down here. I know you were trying to protect me, but I couldn’t lose you.” You continue to work on his bindings.

“I couldn’t lose you either.” You finish untying the last knot and he shakes the ropes off.

“No, Adrian, you don’t understand. I think I’d die if I lost you. Like-“ You pause, sighing. “I can’t keep pretending like I didn’t hear you say you loved me that night in the hospital and- and if you said that just because you thought I was gonna die….” You pause taking a deep breath. “You can take it back- if you meant it just as friends you can take it back, but I can’t keep pretending like it didn’t happen. I can’t write it off as drugs or sleep deprivation anymore. I don’t want to! I love you! I love you and I’m saying it sober and of my own free will because I need you to know and god I hope I’m not gonna fuck up our friendship by saying this, but I need you to know I love you and- and you said that I’m more than you’re willing to lose, well…if I lost you I’d lose everything… Okay?” He stared at you. You started to grow nervous. “Please say something…”

“I’m a fucking idiot.” He laughs, pulling you into his arms, kissing you.

“I didn’t want to go out with Jack. I’ve had feelings for you this whole time. That’s why I never dated anyone. I had started giving up hope of you liking me back so I decided going on a date was the only way to try to get over you.”

“This whole time I was worried about getting rejected or crossing your boundaries. You’re the only person who gets me and laughs at my jokes and is always nice to me. Chris told me I would creep you out and you’d ditch me. I should have just said something. I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s okay, Ade. It doesn’t matter anymore.” You kiss him again.

“I can’t believe you shot him.” He laughs. “The motherfucker deserved it, but I bet he didn’t expect it.”

“I didn’t even expect it.” You laugh.

“Well I’m proud of you and I actually think that’s super cool and sexy of you.” He smirks.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, babe.” He kisses you again. You break off the kiss when you hear Leota and Chris’ voices from the doorway.

“You owe me 20 bucks.” She laughs.

Harcourt drove Jack to Belle Reve in her car while the rest of you took the van back to headquarters. You all laughed and danced to music, but this time it was different. You felt stronger. You were more confident now. Not only did you now have a successful relationship starting with Adrian’s arm around you as John drove, but you were also leaving a mission where you’d taken down a notorious criminal doing human trials on an alien drug that shouldn’t exist.

Things were finally starting to fall into place. Things were changing around here for the better. You knew the team would grow and change, you just thought it would be when they added more muscle to the team. You didn’t realize you were the muscle the team needed all along. After all, the heart is the most important muscle in the human body. Love is where you found your strength; through your friends, through Adrian, and through yourself.

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

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

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

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

Word Count: 2733

TW: Fluff, Love Confession

Original Drabble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#sfw repost #fic #pov rewrite #rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #joel kinnaman #emilia harcourt #the suicide squad #dc #dc x reader #friends to lovers #fluff

[vigsilantes]

[On a mission, Emilia and Leota are playing rock paper scissors] Leota: *whispering to Em* Ha, I won! Emilia: *sighs* Vigilante and Y/N, you two are with me! Adrian: Wait, what was roshambo for? Emilia: ... nothing. Y/N: I think it was for us? Leota: Yeah, you two are a package deal. Adrian: Aww so you did rock paper scissors to see who would win us on their team? Leota: *laughing* Emilia: Sure...

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[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 3: Dirrty Adrian

Author Note: 18+ only, Mature Audience, Vigilante/Adrian Chase x Female, Y/N, Fluff, Detailed Smut, Consensual/Unprotected Sex, P/V, Cursing/Explicit Language, Military/Law Enforcement Terminology, Mentions of weaponry/Violence, Movie/TV show references, Italics signify flashbacks and character's thoughts.

Summary: You leave the bar with Adrian and the night leads you to his bedroom.

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Adrian paid the tab, and you walked out together. It was still early-ish so you decided to go for a walk around Evergreen. The sky was dark, revealing the twinkle of each star as a warm gentle fall breeze caressed your skin, while rustling Adrian’s dark wavy mess of hair. You strolled together in the pleasure of each other’s company laughing about things like which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle you each related most to (which you both admitted to being most like Raphael mixed with some Michelangelo). Another controversial topic you covered was if there really was enough space for Jack on the door that Rose had used as a hasty makeshift life raft after the Titanic sank to its final resting place at the bottom of the ocean.

“Dude there was totally enough room for him! All they had to do was distribute their weight evenly on the door to stay afloat. Done.”

Adrian threw his hands up like his point was completely valid. Which he made a good argument.

You had your own theory, though.

“Ok, but unless they were able to distribute their weight while conserving body heat by cuddling together on that raft, I’m sure one or both would’ve died of hypothermia anyway. That would’ve been their best chance at survival theoretically.”

Adrian rolled it over in his mind drawing his eyebrows inward in thought.

“Makes sense.” He said nodding with an impressed smirk side eyeing you.

The remaining effects of the liquor from the bar still lingered in both your systems as you walked to the outskirts of town. Sidewalks turned into the path of the park. Streets then became the trail of the forest preserve as the pair of you kept walking savoring each other’s company. The stars became livelier the further you got from the town’s streetlights. There’s honestly nowhere either of you would rather be right now with a scene as comfortable as this.

You came upon a small clearing with few fallen trees giving you two a perfect place to sit. You plopped yourselves down next to each other. You feel Adrian’s hip and shoulder brushing against yours.

“How much did we drink? After all that walking, you’d think we’d sober up. Or maybe you’re drunk on being present in this whimsical scene with Adrian.” You thought to yourself.

Adrian lazily looks over at you as you stare up into the star speckled sky, admiring them as Adrian admires the view of you. “She is stunning.” He thought.

The moon light reflecting on your silhouette defined every curve of your body as you stretched backwards resting on your palms, head tilted back to take in the full view of the night sky. Your back arched and chest pushed out as you’re leaning back accentuating your already generously large breasts in your fitted t-shirt. Adrian studied your every outline, feeling the bulge in his jeans gradually rising. He tried to adjust himself without making it obvious, but subtlety isn’t Adrian’s forte.

You look over as Adrian stirs. You raise your eyebrow at him and chuckle, “You good?”

He looked at you with a hiccup, “Um, yeah, my butt’s falling asleep.”

You laughed. “Yeah? Seems like another one of your body parts is quite awake.”

You look down at his waist and admire the bulk that seems to be at its capacity in his jeans. You bite your lower lip, then look back at Adrian with bedroom eyes and an inebriated smile.

Adrian was mortified at first that you noticed, but a look of exhilaration washed over his face when he saw that you weren’t put off by his stiffness practically unzipping his pants from underneath. The corner of his mouth curled into a playful grin.

“So, it’s not weird that you can see how hard I am right now?” Adrian finally asked.

“Not at all. I’m flattered. It’s quite the compliment.” You winked at him. 

His smile widened, looking almost cynical. He continued, “Soooo does this mean game on?”

You spun yourself towards him and swung a leg over his lap, straddling yourself on top of his aching dick. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding into his swelling heat. The friction of his cock against your clothed entrance had you gushing wet in your panties already. Adrian groaned, grasping your hips guiding your snake like movements against his dick making it throb and pulsate. He wants out bad…

Adrian hissed pulling your face to his, your mouths clashed like lightening, one tongue exploring the other while panting into each other’s mouths. Your bodies pressed against one another, his arms around your mid drift, your arms around his neck. His strong, calloused hands clutching your hips pushing you down harder onto his clothed dick. You pull your lips away allowing your mouth to hover over his so you can feel his heavy breathing on yours, inhaling his growls into your slightly open smiling mouth as he stares eagerly into your eyes.

Adrian whispered, “…more…”

A heat wave surged through you. “So needy.” You breathed.

Adrian smirked playfully, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

“Maybe…” he replied as he bucked his hips up into you. “You wanna sleep over?” He finally asked.

“Sleep over?” You asked chuckling. “I don’t know, maybe I should ask my mom first.” You added with a teasing smile. You both laughed.

Adrian looked at you expectantly, “Well?”

“Oh, you’re serious?” You asked playing dumb.

His smile started to fade and his eyebrows creasing.

“Well yeah! It’s not a very comfortable place to fuck for the first time. I had a much better vision of how our first time would be.”

He looked off in the distance reimagining how he had planned his first time with you and how it would feel to plunge himself inside you in his bed…in his shower, on the couch, you bent over on his kitchen counter, pinned against any wall with your legs wrapped around him, you straddling him in the driver’s seat of his Sebring, then eventually anywhere he can get away with outdoors.

“You already had an idea of the first time we’d sleep together? You’ve been planning this for a while, huh?” You said interrupting his thoughts.

He looked at you shocked, “Why not? Look at you! How can any guy not see you and imagine it?” He said with a crooked smile but suddenly added while frowning, “But I’ll kill any guy that tries to. If I catch one even drooling over you I’d have to end him.”

A fever of lust raced through you. “He’s not kidding…” You thought to yourself.

The thought of someone ready to kill a guy for you for merely looking at you should’ve been alarming, but it was kind of sweet… in its own psychotic, unstable way. Adrian’s feelings are such pure and concentrated sensations. Although he claims he doesn’t have emotions like most people, doesn’t mean he didn’t feel.

A wave of calm blanketed you, and you pressed your lips on to Adrian’s interlocking a lengthy, gentle kiss.

You pull back, “Your place or mine?” You finally asked.

Adrian’s eyes widened as he beamed at you, “My place! It’s been ready for you for months!” He said excitedly. With your legs still wrapped around his waist, he firmly placed his hands under your thighs lifting you with ease to carry you out of the clearing back to his Vigilante-mobile.

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Adrain pulled up and parked in front of his house. He quickly exited the car to open your door for you and offered his hand to help you out.

You laugh, “What are you doing, nerd?”

“I’m trying to get you in my house! Come on!” He said impatiently with a Joker-like smile.

You shake your head and take his hand. He yanks you out of the car, but before you know it, he throws you over his shoulder effortlessly, and proceeds towards his front door.

You struggle to laugh because his shoulder is pressed into your gut. You prop yourself up using your hands against his back.

“Kind of primitive, isn’t it, Adrian?” You manage to say.

He unlocked his front door, and pushed it open with his foot then said, “Don’t care.”

“This fucking guy!” You thought amusingly to yourself. All you could do was laugh.

He walked through his dark home straight to his bedroom and flung you onto his bed. He removed his sweater and shirt before crawling over you in a ‘push-up’ position, his arms flexing on each side of you caging you beneath him. He remained like that, studying your every facial feature, smiling idly.

He lowered himself to his elbows, his bare, chiseled chest resting on your still clothed body. His rough hands started trailing up your arms, squeezing at your biceps, as he started to kiss your neck. You move your head to one side to expose more of your neck for him.

You began to pant heavier as Adrian routes his kisses downward towards the exposed areas of your shirt where there was visible cleavage. His kisses turning into biting as he got closer to your nipples. Over your shirt he playfully bites at each of your tits as his hands push them upward into his mouth. The heat from his breath and the tingling from the bites had you absolutely feral. You can feel the warm wetness coating your panties as his bites got harsher.

You look down at him, “You know, they taste better without all those layers of clothes on.”

Adrian stopped and looked up at you with wide eyes. He got to work.

He pushed himself up to his knees, propped you up.

“Arms up,” he ordered. He swiftly pulled your top off in one motion over your head.

You were at eye level with his chest and abs and took the opportunity to kiss this sculpted territory. You curl your fingers into his belt loops and yank him towards you and start suckling his ‘happy trail.’ Adrian groaned while his head fell backward feeling your lips and tongue making your way down to his pant line.

He put his hands on your shoulders and massaged them, unaware he was slightly thrusting into your face. Your hands went to work on undoing his jeans. He brought his head forward, and tried helping you get his jeans off as quickly as possible.

He projected himself backward onto his back curling his knees into his chest to remove his pants and boxers. The articles of clothing were tossed into the dimly lit oblivion then he kneeled on his bed in front of you…You gaped at this man in front of you.

His biceps and forearms…those shoulders; strong and toned.

His pecs: swelling as he inhaled…you’re almost positive you can see his heart pounding behind it.

That six pack: rippling and flexing as he panted for you.

His dick…generous, rock-hard, and pulsating a flushed red with all the blood that’s coursing into it as he held himself in his hand.

“His hands, though…” You thought to yourself.

Those powerful, deadly hands that were the cause of many demises of criminals’ lives. The hands that handled weapons as second nature, and clouted lawbreakers all over Evergreen, were about to be used to do unspeakable and erotic deeds to your body.

Adrian’s voice interrupted your trance, “Uh, are you ok with this?” He asked concerned.

You blink to snap out of it then look up at him through your lashes smiling, “Oh, I’m perfectly ok with it. Get over here.” You demanded.

Adrian smiled widely and slithered over to you. You unbuttoned your jeans as he whipped them off in one sweeping motion taking your panties along with them. He sat up kneeling onto his heels and hoisted you from your ass up onto his lap as you wrap your legs around his waist. He unfastened your bra with one snap of his fingers and there you were, your tits flush against his chest.

You feel his cock settle between your slick folds sliding up and down between them desperate to find the entrance. He’s kissing and licking your bare chest as you throw your head back grinding into his thrusts, both of you gasping and growling at each other. Every time he bucks into your folds he brushes your clit with the tip of his dick sending shock waves through your entire nervous system.

You look back at him, “…get in there.” You commanded.

He looked up at you, and without breaking eye contact, he uses his hand to direct the head of his cock into the opening of your slippery cunt. You groan as he slides right into you with little resistance.

Adrian closed his eyes and snarled when you slid all the way down his shaft, “Y/N…you… are SO tight…” He rested his forehead onto your chest and tried to catch his breathe.

You put both of your hands on each side of his face and positioned it upward so you can look into his starving jade green eyes,

“Keep your eyes on me, handsome. I don’t want you to miss a thing.”

You place a deep, tonguey kiss on him as he lowers you down onto your back with one arm holding you and the other hand holding himself up on the bed cradling you downward. You fall to the mattress without him slipping out of your drenched pussy.

He pulled back to gaze at you intensely and started to speed up his plunges into you. Not taking his eyes off yours, he rails into you harder, and deeper causing your titties to bounce upwards each time his hips slam into your thighs. He groped at them with one hand while still gliding in and out of your wet cunt and growled. He increased the intensity of his thrusts until you can hear the ‘slaps’ of his balls hitting your ass. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” You whispered to him.

“Fuck…” He snarled as he assailed faster into you vigorously without mercy.

You moaned, walking your fingers to his agape mouth, “…lick.” You ordered.

Looking into your eyes, he wrapped his mouth on your middle and fore finger sucking on them. You remove them from his mouth and bring them to your clit.

Adrian’s eyes widen, “Fuck yeah, play with yourself for me.”

You smile devilishly at him as you rub on yourself with quick circles as you roll your hips into his thrusts. You whimper as you feel your edging orgasm. Your pussy dripping onto Adrian’s comforter at this point as you clench yourself around him. He can feel you squeezing his cock intermittently, sensing your finish.

“Yeah, that’s my girl, get it. Cum for me.” Adrian was on a mission to make you explode. He secretly hoped you were a squirter because he never got to see that before.

“Harder, Adrian…Fuck me harder…fucking wreck me.” You begged.

 His bucking pace increased, slamming into you as he brought up one of your legs over his shoulder to get deeper inside you.

You let out a demonic growl, “Oh…my…fucking God, Adrian!”

He maintained his thrusts, “Yeah that’s right, fucking get it!”

He spanked your exposed ass cheek and that was it. You splurged onto his throbbing dick as he rides out your orgasm until he reaches his. One final slam into your cunt as he coats your walls with his spend. He holds himself there, panting. You can feel his dick twitch and pulsating inside you.

He made one more grab of your tit, kneading it then pinching your hardened nipple rolling the tip between his fingers before slowly pulling out of you, but as he does, a mixture of yours and his spend practically waterfall out of your entrance. Adrian took his middle and forefinger and guided the escaped cum back up your folds, sliding it back inside you.

He made eye contact with you followed by a devious grin, “This stays in there.” He whispered.

You grin back, “You are dirty, Adrian Allen Chase.”

You like it…a lot.

“This will definitely be happening again.” You decided.

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Chapter 1: Who’s the New Guy?

Chapter 2: Shenanigans & Saliva

Chapter 4: My Hero

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Massages and Sex

Peacemaker x OFC

Chloe is overworked and her legs and feet hurt. When she pushes herself past the point of being overworked, she is in need of a massage. Peacemaker offers and things get heated between them.

Three days of being on my feet all day long. Three long days of constant moving. It didn’t matter if I stretched or forgot to; my feet and legs ached and burned. My calves and thighs were starting to grow tight with tension and pain. I tried everything to lessen the ache, so I didn’t have to suffer when I worked out with Task Force X’s canine unit. Ice baths, hot baths, self-massage. Not much else I could do to make the pain stop. Always working and then there were the occasional missions I would go on with Colonel Rick Flag’s squad, randomized with some of Gotham’s worst criminals. Though I had a soft spot for Harley Quinn.

        The work wouldn’t end until the weekend when I could have time to myself, resting and relaxing. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow would push me past my limit, but I had to be able to work through the pain. I didn’t want to appear weak in front of some of the members of Task Force X when we scouted a terrain for an upcoming mission. Too bad I had also signed up for a workout with them beforehand. A sparring session with selected members and all extremely fit. I was going to need a deep massage later.

        I stretched out my limbs, drank some water and headed to bed, preparing for the next day and all it held in store for me. My alarm woke me, and I dressed in workout attire – a tank top, sports bra, and shorts, paired off with some good tennis shoes fit enough for a hike. I drove down to the frequented gym of the team to see who I was training with today. I sighed as I recognized some familiar faces; Colonel Flag, Harley, Captain Boomerang, Chris Smith – or as he’s really known – Peacemaker and a bonus member – Emilia Harcourt. What changed my mood is everyone had already been paired up except for…

        “No. Nope. Count me out,” I greeted them. This earned me a chuckle from the Colonel himself.

        “Come on, Chloe. I’ll go easy on you,” he said. My partner, the fit military man, Rick Flag was going to go “easy” on me. Right, okay.

        “You’re going to knock me on my ass either way. Besides your easy is harder than most easy routines. I don’t think I’ll be able to spar with you and go on the hike if we continue this,” I told him.

        “We’re not going to spar very long. I wouldn’t want to work you to death. Give me an hour and I promise you will still be okay to go with us,” he assured me. So much for that. He had me sweating profusely by the end of the hour and we all filed out to the chosen cars to drive over to the selected trail for our hike.

        “You look good, Chloe. How have you been?” Peacemaker greeted me when we got out of the cars and began the ascent up the trail.

        “I’ve been busy. Watching dogs, working out with dogs, running with dogs. Add on the training with Flag and Harley and I’ve been booked out most of the week. Not to mention they had me reorganizing offices. How about you? Get into any trouble lately?”

        “Not too bad. I’ve been trying to keep my nose clean for a few days, but they wanted me on this mission and here I am. Trying to do better. Relax until it’s time to do the work. At least while I’m free. Speaking of relaxing and maybe getting out, would you be interested in going for a drink after we get done?” he responded.

        “You know what? Sure, that sounds great. I’d like to very much,” I told him. He smiled and butterflies flitted around in my stomach. I shouldn’t like him. He shouldn’t be able to have this effect on me. I knew this. Still, there was something about him drawing me into him. Part of me wanted to get to know him better, explore something real. Something I hadn’t had in a while. Another part of me wanted to rip off his clothes and have my way with him or let him have his way with me. I felt my muscles tighten in my legs and the burning sensation in my feet, making me wince, breath hissing out of my lips.

        “Are you okay?” Chris asked me.

        “I’m fine. We can keep going,” I lied. No way would I make them take a break. Everyone else had a good pace going and I didn’t want to throw a wrench in their plans.

        “As long as you’re sure about that. We’re halfway there. There’s no harm in resting for a few minutes. I’ll stay with you, if need be,”

        “Nope. I’m great. Don’t worry about me,” I followed him, pushing through the pain. We kept talking while we continued our path, mostly about work, but at least he kept me entertained and my mind off the pain I felt. Once at the top of the mountain, everyone took a break, sitting while we ate lunch and drank water. For a few minutes it gave me some relief, but I dreaded going back down the hill. Flag went over the mission details and the terrain, which was like where we were headed.

        Half an hour later, we all got up and began the journey down the mountain and it was almost as if the pain intensified. It would be a little quicker traveling down than it was heading up, but I kept breathing even as my thighs rebelled against the workout. Even as my feet throbbed with each step. We reached the bottom to the cars, returning to the gym to go home or for Chris and me to go out to a bar.

        “We can make a pit stop at my apartment to shower and change. Then we can head out to your bar of choice,” I told Chris.

        “Wait a minute. I’m sorry. Did I hear you correctly? Are you two going out?” Flag said.

        “To grab drinks. Maybe dinner afterwards? Is there a problem?” Chris stated.

        “No, no problem. It’s surprising to me is all. Is this outing a date?” Chris looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

        “Why not? It could be fun,” I said.

        “Awww. What a pair of lovebirds you two are?” Harley chimed in. Flag made kissy faces at us. I rolled my eyes, flipping them both off. Chris and I got into my car and made the ride down to my apartment building. I parked in the garage and took the elevator up to my floor. We reached my door and I unlocked it, letting Chris inside, closing the door behind me.

        “Welcome to my home. I’m going to…” I stumbled, my legs deciding to give out at that exact moment. Chris caught me before I fell to the floor, leading me to sit on the couch.

        “What happened? Are you alright?” he asked.

        “Yeah. My legs have been killing me today. I guess it’s my body’s way of telling me to rest,”

        “Since when? Not this morning? Not during the hike?” I nodded. “Why didn’t you say something earlier? I told you we could have taken a mini break,”

        “I didn’t want to make the others stop. Everyone seemed to have upped their game today. I didn’t want them to take a break because of me,”

        “You shouldn’t have to suffer through it all. I would have been willing to wait with you. Damn the others. How bad does it hurt?”

        “Oh, you know. Both my legs and feet feel like they’re on fire,” Chris ran a hand through his hair, frustrated at my answers.

        “Um…I’ve been told I give good foot massages. I could give you one if you want. You would have to be okay with me touching you,” he told me. Heat rushed through me when he proposed his solution. To have his hands on me would be wonderful…in other ways of course. I shook off the image and loosed a breath.

        “Okay,” I told him.

        “Really? Great. Would you mind…um…removing your shorts so I can have better access to your thighs?” I nodded and removed them, tossing the garment to the side. He knelt and took one foot in his hands, kneading it with his fist. Relief flooded through the limb, and I relaxed into his touch as he continued upwards, massaging each part of my leg. His fingers brushed over the apex of my thighs, a jolt of desire passing through me as he massaged near my clothed sex. I inhaled a sharp breath, his fingers moving away.        

        “Did I hurt you?” he asked. I shook my head and he moved onto the next leg. Chris made the same path, once again his fingers brushing over the same area. This time, instead of a sharp intake of breath, I moaned, rocking my hips against his knuckles. He froze, meeting my gaze.

        “Did you just moan? Are…You’re not attracted to me, are you?” he asked. I averted my gaze, answering his question.

        “You are. What happens if I did this again?” He brushed his fingers over the spot again, my hips jerking.

        “Fuck,” I ground out. He got up from the floor, leaning over me, his mouth near my ear.

        “Would you like me to touch you, Chloe?” he whispered.

        “Yes. Please touch me, Chris,” He knelt again, lifting my hips to pull off my underwear, tossing it to land with my shorts. He shifted my body down to spread my legs wider for more access. He pressed a thumb to my clit, slipping a finger inside my pussy. I moaned, no longer holding back. He pumped in and out, using his thumb to rub circles into my bundle of nerves. I moaned and panted, my hips rocking against his hand. He inserted another finger, picking up the pace. He moved faster, finger fucking me until I climaxed. He removed his fingers, hooking a leg over one of his shoulders. He replaced those fingers with his tongue. I groaned, fingers tangling in his hair, holding onto him as he ate me out. He continued his feast, until I reached another orgasm.

        “Take off your tank and bra. I want to be inside you. Can I fuck you with my cock, beautiful one?” he said. I nodded, hurrying to pull off the rest of my outfit. He stripped down, climbing on top of me. He pumped his cock a few times, angling it at my entrance. He pushed at my entrance, inching in until he was sheathed to the hilt, allowing me to adjust to his size.

        “Ready?” I nodded and he thrust into me, my hands hooking around his neck, my hips snapping with his. My legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. He covered my mouth with mine, grunting as he spilled inside me, my orgasm cresting over a few minutes after.

        “Let’s move this to the shower,” Chris told me. He carried me to my bathroom, and we fucked, while we cleaned up to get rid of the grime of the day. Getting out we dressed and went out for drinks as planned, eating dinner, and having a good time with each other.

        “Want to continue what we started at your apartment?” he asked me.

        “Yes, please,” We shared a kiss, paying for our food, and left the restaurant. We went back to my apartment and fucked until the morning light.

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