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[thegr33nc0met]

Peacemaker Masterlist

♥︎Chris Smith

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♥︎Adrian Chase

Chubby Reader Headcanons (Coming Soon)

♥︎Emilia Harcourt

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♥︎Leota Adebayo

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♥︎Clemson Murn

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Feel free to ask about other characters!

[abbynx]

Momma Bear and Mother Bear

Emilia Harcourt with a sweet and motherly S/O

Genre: Romantic Headcanons, fluff, a little sprinkle of angst

Warning: Thought of losing someone

A/N: I use the term mother to refer to the reader, but that does not necessarily represent ones gender— I'm referring more into the motherly role the reader possesses. Okay? Okay.

- Starting off this headcanon, pre-tss and you're a long time member of Argus and had already established yourself as one of the people Amanda Waller deems a vital piece. With your psychology, hand to hand combat, proficiency with a wide arsenal of weapons, and a bit of a medic on the side. Her only problem with you was your softness.

- At first the blonde looked down at you for being outwardly expressing your concerns, none knows whether she's projecting on you or not— but all they know is that she always tells you to not switch your heart with your mind.

- Emilia found herself developing a soft spot for you after you would look after her and how much of a sweetheart you are in general. It took time for her to allow herself to be vulnerable with you, but once you've proven yourself, she doesn't hesitate to let down her walls to let you in. She thinks every team or person could use a Y/N in their lives and that is how proud she is of you.

- She fell for your kind nature and how it is second nature for you to attend to those who are in need. She's quite shocked as to why you're in this line of career when you could be a preschool or something. She felt as if she's a person to you and not just liked because of her appearance.

-It took her awhile to get used to you being caring, but she got the hang of it and tries her best to reciprocate that care. As sometimes you are too absorbed serving others that you forget yourself, she is certain you take care of yourself too.

- Though occasionally, she rolls her eyes at you when you fuss about the littlest of things. Emilia forgot to drink water that day? Ooops, you're shoving a bottle of water in her face. John Economos eating nothing but chips? Suddenly you're pulling out a homemade lunch from your pocket. How do manage to be that prepared? Emilia accidentally tore her shirt? Bam, suddenly you're equipped with a sewing kit and lending her your jacket so you can fix her top. Harcourt doesn't know how you're doing it, but she is impressed.

- She knows you're a capable fighter, but you have moments where your kindness is taken advantage of. It's something you fought about on numerous occasions, and she's just scared that one day she will lose you because of your soft-hearted nature. She loves you for it, but she really is afraid of losing you because of it. By that, she always wants to fight alongside you to ensure your safety. She claims that you are a great fighting companion, but she's protective of you.

- Don't tell anyone, but she clings onto you when sleeping. She denies it, but she really does. Holding onto you in her sleep provides her a certain security at the fact no one is going to snatch you away.

- Your relationship is on the low-key side of things, the two of you agreed not to be excessively lovey dovey with each other on public— causing a few mishaps that occurs from time to time. The amount of people Emilia had to ward off away from her is astronomical, so I hope you're not the jealous type.

- By this, a lot of people thought you two are merely close friends. Because ya know, friends always hold hands in public, wear matching outfits, share a bed, are always tucked away in a corner to themselves talking smack about people. One time a coworker saw you out in a diner and instantly thought, "Aww, I wish I had a friend that hangs out with me on Sundays."

- Okay but the reason why your relationship is partially concealed is the fact that either of you will be targeted for that very reason. So it was best for the two of you to keep it on the down low.

- The bet from the beginning of Gunn's The Suicide Squad wherein she won quite the hefty amount, she was thinking about taking you out on a date and perhaps buy you a gift with the price money... Unfortunately, she had no time for that when the mission Corto Maltese went South.

- There comes the point where your superior Amanda Waller was demanding the Task Force X to stand down. Emilia was holding you down like her life depended on it, because there is no way in hell you are dying in her watch. Do not get her wrong, she feels sorry for the innocents there, but she just can't bear to lose you. Thankfully, someone else did the job.

- The event that followed after the success of the mission, you were told the death of a dear friend, Colonel Rick Flag. Emilia sat with you the whole night, holding you close. He was like a brother to you, as you look up to him for being a hero. God knows how would Miss June Moon would react to the news of her lover's death.

- We fast forward to the Peacemaker series, where you would be serving your punishment by serving under Clemson Murn to fulfill Operation Butterfly. You weren't thrilled by the prospect of it, but you weren't as much of a downer as your Emilia and John Economos.

- Adebayo instantly found the warmth of a welcome from you, being your kind natured self, she felt more comfortable and immediately warmed up to you... Unlike the others, who are unnecessarily dismissive of her, something you scold them for.

"Can you two not be a bunch of meanies?"

"What are you, five?" Harcourt says through laughs, whilst John cackles behind her.

You roll your eyes at them, before pointing your apologetic gaze at Leota, who only gave you an unsure shrug and an awkward smile.

- The meeting with Chris. Oh boy. Five months after the mission in Corto Maltese, and you have not forgotten about it. Not only that, you immediately took notice of his interest to your girlfriend. It was not jealousy speaking (whatever makes you sleep peacefully at night), it was concern. She has already outright told him to fuck off and you were just looking out for her. Emilia, as much as she is amused at you, she assures you she can handle herself.

- You're pissed, sure, but you hold yourself on a civil and professional manner despite all that. Even if Chris always takes a lot of hurtful jabs at your direction, calling you names. Those names: MILF, momma bear, goody-two-shoes. Emilia is annoyed on your behalf.

"Hey what's up, MILF—"

"It's L/N to you, asshole." Harcourt directs a murderous glare at Smith.

- The first mission wouldn't be until a day or three, you decided to rest after the meeting at the Fennel Fields. Harcourt decided to go out in a nearby pub and you let her be. You thought she wouldn't be back until later.

"Back so soon?" You tilted your head to receive a peck from your girlfriend.

"Yeah. The asshole refuses to fuck off." She sighs in frustration, before crashing beside you. "I don't know how you can keep your cool at these type of situation. If I were you, I'd knock the shit outta them."

"Is there... Something I can do to make you feel better?"

You were innocently posing that question, thinking perhaps buying her beer from the nearby store would help her to loosen her nerves... She got the an idea and looked up with that look. You soon caught up and allowed yourself to be pulled down. I'll let your imagination do the rest.

- Like I said, the first mission wouldn't be in a day or three... Until Harcourt received a phone call at midnight, waking you both up. Chris was caught up in a predicament that lead that two of you rushing out the motel, picking up clothes on your way out from the rush. You failed to notice the mark Emilia left on your neck was visible until she pointed it out whilst she was on the phonecall. She was secretly smirking as you rush back to the motel to fetch a scarf to cover it up.

- Shenanigans were done, Murn was yelling at Chris for leaving the dossier out in the open. You would have volunteered to be Chris: medic, until John got it covered. So you just stood there, dumbfounded at Chris' actions.

- Now, first official mission— spying on Senator Goff and his family. In preparation of the mission, you met the chaos that is Vigilante, peeking behind a trashcan. Your relationship with him would be mostly you being an impulse control. He claims that he wouldn't listen to you, until he sees both you and Harcourt glaring at him, then he finally obeys.

- "May I help you?" "Hey! Get outta here!" You and your girlfriend say in unison. If there's a moment where your dynamic with her is defined, this is one of the moments.

- When the time came to kill the family, Emilia immediately sensed your empathy for them. She noted herself to reassure them that they butterflies to make you feel better.

- After the mission, where everyone sustained injuries, you were immediate and helped everyone patch up. Of course, Emilia was your first priority.

"I'm glad you're okay, Harcourt. Hit your head harder and I'm afraid you wouldn't wake up again." You whisper lowly, handing her an ice pack before attending to Chris.

"I'm just thankful you weren't the one held hostage." You paused from your work, glancing behind your shoulder to see Harcourt smiling wholeheartedly at you. She snaps out of her lovestruck trance upon noticing everyone staring at the two of you. "If you were the one they got, you would have fucked it up."

The moment was ruined and you light-hearted smile disappears and contorts to disappointment, dabbing Chris' injuries with a heavy hand despite his whinings.

- Maybe Chris sensed something from the two of you, but just can't put a finger on what it is. He chalks it up to the two of you being besties.

- You're the person that Murn doesn't need to worry about— you're a voice of reason and a glue that keeps the group together... It's just that some of them does not listen to you, much to his dismay.

- As for everyone in the team, they are glad you have their backs regardless of they treat you. Sometimes Emilia thinks having your heart in your sleeves concerns her and snaps at you for it. John is a sarcastic little shit who jabs at you. Chris is... Chris. Adrian is a stubborn nut. Leota is a stubborn nut. Murn can come off harsh. But in the end, you're just glad to be of service to them.

- Leota senses your relationship with Emilia is deep, John knows you have a thing going on but never says it out loud, Murn couldn't care less, and both Chris and Adrian are oblivious and thought that the two of you are just the best of friends.

[andromacher]

look at this fucker all adorable and shit as if he didnt scare half the population into becoming an anxious mess for him and his safety

[lacontroller1991]

You’re Not “Bad” (Platonic!Chris Smith x Platonic!Reader | Rick Flag x Wife!Reader)

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Author's Note: original idea by @mochminnie​ : reader is a super hero, can someone please write a Rick Flag x Reader? Set on the Peacemaker series.... what if he’s still alive and reader still has to work with peacemaker after he “killed” him. Reader happens to become close and gotten to know Peacemaker which reader and peacemaker have an enemies to friends relationship

Warnings: Language, crude humor, crude language, spoilers for season 1 of Peacemaker, torture, explosions, use of guns, medicine usage and side effects

“Un-fucking-believable!” You storm into the bedroom, your eyes burning with a furious fire causing Rick to sit up from his spot on the bed, eyeing you warily.

“Darlin?”

“That fucker lived.” That peaks Rick’s interest.

“Which fucker?” His heart hammers in his chest, causing him to grunt in pain. You quickly run to his side, holding out your hand and immediately soothing the ache. He gives you a faint smile as he takes your hand in his, slowly soothing you.

“Peacemaker.” Rick’s face falls, confusion, anger and pain storming in his hazel eyes as memories of Corto Maltese play in his mind.

“You’re shitting me.” You shake your head, pulling out a file and handing it to Rick. Despite Rick being able to escape the claws of Amanda Waller, you weren’t so lucky. Rick grabs the file and reads it over and over. “How the hell is he alive?”

“I don’t know. But when I see him, I’m going to make sure he’s not.”

“What do you mean see him?” You sigh, handing him another file, a classified file that he shouldn't be allowed to read. 

“We’re going to Washington.”

Not wanting to take a military plane across the country, you and Rick had managed to secure two tickets to Washington where you will be working for the next few weeks. Your eyes constantly flick over to Rick who sleeps peacefully beside you, the medicine knocking him out, as you read through the file again. You couldn’t believe the balls Waller had to assign you on a mission with the guy who almost killed your husband. 

Seemingly able to feel your frustration through his sleep, Rick’s head falls to your shoulder, his hair obscuring his eyes as he softly snores. Smiling, you press a kiss against the crown of his head and go back to reading. 

“Attention passengers, we’re beginning our final descent into Seattle. Weather is rainy with a temperature of 56 degrees. Thank you for choosing us to fly with today. Enjoy the rest of your flight.” You look out the window at the city below you. By the time you de-board, get a rental, drive an hour to Evergreen and check into the hotel, you know it’ll be late. You lightly shake Rick.

“Rick, baby. It’s time to wake up,” Rick stirs from his slumber as he looks at you with a sleepy look. 

“’ow much longer?” His voice is groggy and deep, the southern accent really prominent as he sits up, stretching his arms.

“Well, we still got about another 3 hours til you can go back to sleep.” Rick groans, pulling out his phone and scrolling through emails before pulling out a reservation for a car and a hotel. 

“Well, at least we have a hotel room to ourselves. We can do anything we want,” he wiggles his brows as you lightly punch him.

“Sure, baby. We can do whatever you want,” Rick’s smile widens as he puffs out his chest. Leaning over, he nips at your ear lobe.

“Whatever I want? I want to do you all night,” his comment sends heat flooding between your legs as you subconsciously squeeze your thighs, causing Rick to smirk at the affect he has on you. “Is that what you want?”

“Ricky, I have this mission. You’re only here for moral support.” He scoffs, leaning back in his seat and shutting his eyes again.

“’m here to make sure you don’t kill the bastard,” Rick grumbles as the plane begins to lower to the ground.

“It’s really tempting.”

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‘How’s it going?’ A text lights up your phone causing you to look down, instantly responding. 

‘Asshole hasn’t shown up yet.’ You hit reply and almost immediately get a response. The team looks at you.

“Something important, Flag?” Murn asks, as you shake your head, pocketing the phone.

“No sir, just asking Rick what he wants for dinner.” “You brought Colonel Flag here? Are you an idiot?” Harcourt hounds as you roll your eyes.

“No, but at the same time, I can't be a whole country away if something happens. Bringing him with me was the only safest option.”

“I don't see what the issue is, I brought my wife,” Adebayo shrugs as Economos spits out his drink causing the table to look at him. 

“Holy shit, is this dude seriously wearing his costume,” your head whips around and glowers at the man. How is it that he of all people lived and is doing seemingly just fine while your husband is stuck suffering? You sink into your seat and fiddle with your wedding ring, somewhat calming you down. 

“You wore your costume?” Murn asks as Peacemaker places his helmet on the table and it takes everything in you to not just grab it and bash his head in.

“I thought I was supposed to.” He looks down and notes your clenched jaw. “Who’s this and what’s up with her?” The team turns to you as you stand up, staring him in the eye. Before anyone could stop you, you wind back your fist and strike him hard across the jaw, causing Peacemaker’s head to whip to the side. You let out a huff and move to sit back down, sipping on your drink as Peacemaker cradles his jaw. “What the fuck?”

“That was for Rick.” His eyes widen as he looks to the others, they just shrug.

“Look, I didn’t want to kill him. He left me no choice. Waller tasked me with bringing back the drive no matter the cost. I did what I had to do to keep the peace.” You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

“For one, he isn’t dead. You failed. And two, I don’t give a shit about what Waller wants, for all I care, Waller could drop dead and I would rejoice.” Adebayo shoots you a side glare.

“Alright, everyone, just calm down. Smith, take a seat. Flag, if you’re going to have a problem, you might as well just leave now.” You scowl at Murn before sitting back, Christopher awkwardly taking a seat across from you.

“For what it’s worth, I truly am glad he lived. He’s an American hero.” 

“Unlike you.”

“Is that a fucking eagle in the back of your car?” Economos breaks the tension as you all turn around and see the eagle spreading its wings in the back seat.

“That’s Eagly. He’s my best friend.” 

“You’re best friend is a pet eagle?” Adebayo asks as Christopher nods.

“Jesus Christ.”

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“Well, how was it?” Rick greets you as soon as you walk through the door. You set down the bag of food before launching yourself onto the bed and letting out a groan. Rick eyes your bruised knuckles, gently taking it in his hands and inspecting it. “What happened?”

“Punched him. He deserves it,” you comment into the pillow as Rick gets up and grabs an icepack from the fridge, wrapping it around your knuckles before grabbing the food. He immediately dives in and scarfs the food down, moaning as the food moves down his throat. 

“This shit is so good,” you look at him, eyes dark and hair tousled as he offers a wolfish smile.

“’m glad you think so. I was too busy scowling to even taste half of it.” Rick offers you his bowl but you shake your head. “Nah, I’m just gonna head to bed.”

“Alright, I’ll join you after I finish.” By the time he gets in bed, you’re already passed out.

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The shrill ring of your phone stirs both you and Rick from your slumber as you blindly reach over, grabbing the phone and holding it up to your ear. “Flag... He did what? Are you- don’t answer that. Be there in 10.” You gently remove Rick’s arm before tossing back the cover as he lets out a whine, blindly seeking you out.

“Come back to bed.” “Pissmaker killed a fucking butterfly and now is surrounded by the police. Murn wants me and Adebayo to go get him.” Rick groans, rubbing his face.

“Are you serious?” You nod, rapidly getting dressed before rushing over to him and briefly kissing his lips. 

“I’ll be back baby.”

“Don’t do anything reckless,” Rick calls back before snuggling back into bed and falling back asleep.

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“Come on, get in!” You shout as Christopher jumps into the car, you quickly speeding away as Adebayo looks back.

“What the hell was that?”

“I met some chick at the bar, fucked her, and then she tried to kill me. Managed to kill her but I had to go back to get my uniform.”

“Are you serious?” She asks as he nods, you roll your eyes and continue driving away to the makeshift office.

“Yeah, also tied up a couple. The chick had a nice pair.” You slam on the breaks, causing Christopher to go flying between the front seats, hitting his head on the console.

“YOU DID WHAT?” He looks up to you almost guiltily as you pulled out your phone and dial Murn. “Murn, we got a problem.”

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“How can you be so reckless?”

“What was I supposed to do? Kill them?”

“Yes!” Harcourt exclaims as Murn shoots her a look before turning to Economos. 

“Do you think you can change the car registration?”

“Yeah, I can.” “Good, get on that,” Economos bows his head and types away on his computer as Murn rubs his brows before turning to you.

“Flag, don’t argue, just take Smith home.” You clench your jaw and nod, grabbing your keys and shoving past him.

“Let’s go.”

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The car ride is filled with tensions as Chris looks between you and the road, obviously wanting to say something. Giving in, you sigh and nod your head, letting him know that it’s okay to speak.

“I truly am glad he’s alive. It’s been eating at me for weeks now. I didn’t want to have to hurt him, but Ms. Waller asked me to bring back that device no matter the cost.”

“And how did that turn out?”

“Evidently not good.”

“Exactly,” your fist tightens around the wheel as he sighs, looking down at his helmet. “One thing you’ll learn, Pissmaker, Waller is evil. She’s using all of us for her fucking agenda.” “Then why aren’t you out?”

“I have to stay in. Despite Waller being a piece of shit, she pulled some strings to get Rick the necessary surgery he needs to live. She's been holding it over me ever since.” Chris nods, guilt crawling back to him. 

“Does he know?” You shake your head, paying attention to the road.

“No. He would tell me I should’ve let him die and leave instead of saving him. But I love him too much to do that. I can’t loose him,” you comment as Chris looks out the window.

“You know, before we went into Jotunheim, when we were on the roof top, he pulled out a picture of you and him and kissed it. I thought it was weird but I guess I understand,” heat blooms under your skin at the thought of Rick carrying a photo of him and you to his mission. “In fact, he had a couple girls come onto him at the club but he pushed them all away.”

“WHAT?” You turn your head to Chris as he nods his head.

“Yeah, he had like 6 chicks ask him to dance but he denied them.”

“Never told me that,” Christopher notes that you sound almost... hurt. Hurt that Rick would keep that from you.

“I’m sure he had his reasons.”

“Reasons from hiding that from his wife?” The assassin shrugs his shoulders as you pull into his trailer park and come to a stop. “Right, well. Be at the office by 9.”

“Got it, have a good night (Y/N).”

“Yeah, whatever.”

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“So, they want him to assassinate Goff and his family?” Rick asks you, looking up from his laptop.

“Yep. Only if the rest of the family is butterflies,” you strap a gun to your thigh as Rick sets his laptop aside and makes his way over to you, taking your face into his hands and kissing your lips tenderly.

“I love you, you know?” He speaks causing you to smile as you lean into his touch. 

“I love you too, Rick. I’d do anything for you.” He rests his head against yours as the two of you breath together in unison before he pulls back, adjusting the strap of your vest.

“Alright sweetheart, promise to be careful?”

“When am I not.”

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“Smith take the fucking shot,” Murn screams in your ear as well as Chris’s as he hesitates.

“Smith, what the fuck is your issue?”

“I can’t,” you barely hear him whisper before squinting your eyes.

“The hell do you mean?”

“I can’t take the fucking shot.”

“Give it to me,” you grab the gun out of his hands and readjust it but suddenly it’s kicked out of your grasp by a flash of green. “What the fuck?” You wipe your nose as you look at the shorter man who kicks Peacemaker back. 

“Fuck!” Christopher charges at the man only to be swept out from under his feet, landing harshly on his back. You jump onto the green man’s back and wrap an arm around his throat but he easily uses his force to throw you against the pillar.

“Shit,” you groan, falling to the floor as you spit out blood and grab a switchblade from your waist band. You watch as the smaller man hands Chris his ass and for a second, you let the larger man get his ass handed to him for what he did to Rick. You’re a team, help him. Rick’s voice echoes in your head as you roll your eyes and pounce on top of the two, ramming your blade into the green man’s side as he hollers in pain. Chris manages to wiggle out from underneath and grabs the man’s leg, hoisting him in the air only for him to easily maneuver mid air and land on his feet. 

“Bitches,” you and Chris look at each other before engaging the adversary in a fight.

“How the fuck is he so good?” Chris grunts as he takes another kick to the stomach while you throw punches only for them to easily be blocked.

“Now is not the time to be asking that,” the man sweeps your leg out from under you and lands an effective blow to your face, a darkness sweeping over you.

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When you wake up, your head pounds with the blood flow as you struggle to move. Looking up, you note that your feet are dangling above you and that the world is upside down.

“Good, now that you’re both awake. I’m going to ask you a couple of questions.  How do you know about us, how much do you know about us, and who sent you here?”

“Smith, say nothing,” you mumble out before your body convulses with electricity.

“You will tell me everything, or she’ll get much worse.”

“I can take it,” you reply only to let out a shout in pain as Goff tases you in your stomach.

“Do you really think she can take it? Is that a bet you’re willing to take?” Chris looks between you and Goff and swallows roughly.

“Do it. I don’t care. She means nothing to me.”

Goff nods his head. “Alright, you asked for it.” Your body tenses up as Goff continues to tase you. Your muscles ache in protest before your consciousness slips from you again.

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“Baby, wake up,” Rick gently shakes you awake, the sun creating a halo around his head as he checks you over. “Sweetheart, wake up for me.”

“(Y/N), wake up.” Your eyes shoot open as you look around the room. Once you note that you’re back at base, you let yourself fall back against the couch with a  groan.

“The fuck happened?”

“Well, after you passed out, we created an explosion, Smith managed to escape from his restraints and killed Goff.” You rub your temples as you try to sit up, Adebayo placing a firm hand on your back to help.

“I dreamt about Rick. He had a halo around his head. Is he ok? Is he alive?” Adebayo pulls out your phone from her pocket and shows you the screen, 5 missed calls and 20 texts, most of them asking if you’re ok. “Shit.”

“I’ll give you some privacy.” You nod at her in thanks before dialing Rick’s number. He immediately picks up.

“Baby? Are you alright? What happened? Where’ve you been? Do you need me to pick you up?”

“Rick, not so fast, please. Yeah, I’m fine. A little banged up but I’m fine.”

“What happened? Why didn't you answer any of my calls?” Hearing the worry in his voice, you smile softly at his concern, Christopher walking into the room.

“A lot happened. I was unconscious for most of it though, so I don’t know exactly all that happened.” Except the fact that you do know.

“You were what? That’s it, I’m coming to get you. Are you at base?”

“No, Rick. It’s fine. I can get an uber home or something. I don’t want you going out of your way.”

“Darlin’, I’ve been cooped up in this room. Let me come and get you.” You sigh, thinking for a moment.

“I don’t think that would be wise, honey. You’re not even supposed to know about any of this,” Chris eyes you from the side of the room as he tries his best not to listen.

“Alright, fine. Come home whenever then. Love you.” He hangs up the phone and you resist the urge to throw it across the room. Instead, you set it aside and bury your head in your hands.

“Everything okay?” Smith asks, cleaning his gun. You look up from your position and eye him.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” “Sounds like an asshole.” He remarks as you get up from the couch, wavering slightly before taking a seat next to the assassin.

“It’s the medicine. One of the side effects is easy annoyance or quick to aggression. Rick would never hurt me, but it does change the way he responds to certain comments.”

“Medicine for what?”

“Gee, Smith. I don’t know. One of the many medicines he has to take because of your righteousness.” He falls silent and you groan. “I’m sorry. That was rude. It’s just on nights like these I don’t want to be around him and it sets me on edge.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here,” he snorts as you roll your eyes. 

“And face the wrath of Colonel Flag? No thanks.” You stand and grab your bag, moving to head toward the door before stopping in your tracks.

“Do you mind if you could give me a lift?” You know he probably wasn’t the best person to ask considering his history with your husband, but since Adebayo had left, he was the only option unless you wanted to pay for a ride. He nods quietly, setting the gun aside and grabbing some keys. 

“Sure. Let’s go.”

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“You were right to not have let whatever was gonna happen to me influence your decisions. That was good.” You comment, looking out the window as the green trees whip past you in a blur, thoughts running around in your head.

“I was tempted to. If you were a guy, it wouldn’t have mattered but since you’re a chick, that’s just wrong.”

You raise an eyebrow in question. “You’re saying women are weaker?” He snorts, looking over to you briefly before turning his concentration back on the road.

“Of course they are. Their bodies aren’t made like a man’s. Plus, what if you were pregnant? Wouldn’t the taser kill it?”

“It probably would, but Goff wouldn't have cared. No one would. Well, except Rick, but that’s because the baby would be his.”

“Have you ever thought about having kids?” “Why the fuck are you asking that?” “I don't know. Just conversation,” he shrugs as a silence falls over the two of you before he pulls up into the parking lot. Christopher looks over as notes the way your chest slightly hitches with your breathing. “Hey, are you good?” You look over to him, confused at the concern he's showing.

“Yeah. I just wanna go to sleep in his arms. Leave this whole day behind me,” you comment as Chris nods. “Well, thank you, Smith, for driving me.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem. When do I need to be in the office?” You scroll through your phone quickly before looking back to him.

“Be there at 12. We have a lot of things to go over,” you slip out of the car and into the cool night air. Holding the door open, you peek your head inside the car and take a deep breath. “And Smith.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not that bad.” You offer him a small smile before slamming the car door shut and running up the stairs, stopping in front of a door. 

From the driver’s seat, Chris watches as Rick opens the door and immediately pulls you into his arms, peppering kisses all over your exposed skin as you smile and laugh in glee, wrapping your own arms around Rick’s neck as the two of you engage in a passionate kiss. Chris adverts his gaze and slams on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot and leaving the two of your alone.

“What the hell was that about?” Rick asks between kisses, pulling you back into the room and slamming the door shut.

“Beats me. All I know is right now, I want you and I need you. Think you can make me forget everything?” Rick smiles wolfishly as he dips down and presses his lips to yours again, a hand landing on your ass.

“Yes ma’am, I do.” You smile back at him as he leads you to the bed, all thoughts about the coming days leaving you as soon as you fall back into his arms.

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[navstuffs]

Cthulhu vs Godzilla

Pairing: Adrian Chase x gn!reader

Warning: none, kinda crack fanfic

Summary: You and Adrian always argued about the weirdest topics.

Author's note: i had this fanfic all ready and then my stupid ass deleted the whole thing. so i am rewriting as a bunch of headcanons. credits to my husband over the King Kong falling in love with Godzilla.

You had promised Emilia you wouldn't let your boyfriend Adrian's crazy ideas influence you when you two started dating

And after almost a year, Emilia just saw improvements. Before-you-Adrian would only appear with Peacemaker (always late or not appear). After-you-Adrian always showed up in time especially after you two moved together

You two seemed happy and for more Emilia tried to hide, she was happy for you. There was just one problem: every time you two discussed or argued, it was about the most unusual topics

One morning, when Emilia and Clemson arrive at the base and see you, Adrian and Chris into a deep discussion in Murn's office. Eagly is walking around and seems irritated

Despite the efforts from Emilia and Clemson, they are ignored and you three continue into the discussion. Adrian seems fascinated and scared looking back and forth between you and Chris

When Adrian gets up, imitating what seemed an loud T-Rex, Clemson gets annoyed and followed close by Eagly and Emilia, bursts into the room.

"...that's why Godzilla would win against Megalodon" Adrian says, looking at you. Chris and him high five while you shake your head.

"I call it bullshit."

"So instead of worrying about the pseudo necromancer we are going to fight later, you all decide to discuss Godzilla and Megalodon?"

Murn seems done while you three try to explain this all started when you claimed sharks were the strongest animals on earth. The topic went to shark vs grizzly bears and passed on honey badgers vs Tasmanian devils. You chose Tasmanian devils and sharks while Adrian and Chris chose the other two and the arguing just got worse from there. Clemson looks at Emilia for help but she looks as done as he is.

"So what do you think Murn, sharks or grizzly bears? Just to let you know, grizzlies have an unlimited tank of oxygen and are allies with orcas."

"That is called cheating, Adrian."

Clemson doesn't seem surprised by Adrian's question or your reply, he is more disgusted. Clemson looks at you and when he notices your serious face waiting for his answer, he points at the door tired

"Get the hell out of my office. All of you."

During the whole day, you continue to discuss with Adrian. Peacemaker eventually gives up on participating in the conversation, complaining that Adrian would always eventually agree with you. The chosen targets now were Cthulhu vs Godzilla and Clemson was giving you dead eyes during the whole exchange.

"I am sorry Adrian, but if you can't see Cthulhu would destroy Godzilla we can't date anymore."

"Babe, we don't know if they could be friends in the bottom of the sea. Godzilla could befriend him and they could fall in love, marry and have babies? Then after ten years together when Cthulhu is sleeping at their marital bed, Godzilla strikes, bye bye Cthulhu."

"What about the kids? Besides what would Cthulhu possibly see on Godzilla? "

"I don't know. Cthulhu is all lonely at the bottom of the sea for I don't know how many years, a cute pre-historic dinosaur appears, flirting. Who wouldn't?"

"Cthulhu is the representation of fear and panic. He doesn't need love. Also, hold on, you find Godzilla cute?"

"Yes. You don't?"

"No."

"Well, we all know King Kong fell in love with Godzilla as well. Oh look, maybe King Kong would join forces with Godzilla to defeat Chtulhu?"

"Can't you two focus on the darn briefing?"

Later after the mission, Emilia watches as you and Adrian walk together to his car. Adrian was helping you to enter the car since you hurt your arm during the mission, bitten by one of the "zombies." It was hard to explain to Vigilante you weren't gonna turn into an actual zombie, there was no need for an intense search for a cure that didn't exist, and those people were just hypnotized to think they were actual "zombies."

Her eyes met with Peacemaker's and she decides to tease him

"Do you miss him? Your number one fan being your constant shadow?

"You kidding right? I am just waiting for the invitation on that threesome. But I am happy for them because Adrian is out of my ass. Also," he leaned over towards her, whispering "they look cute together, don't they?"

"Yeah. Yeah, they do."

[starforgedthor]

11th Street Kids GC ft. Reader from when you become untouchable because these ideas haunted me

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[wineponyu]

Okay you guys, I know we are loving all up on Vig and Peacemaker butttt hear me out… murn (maybe even John)

[darkened-writer]

Rough Around The Edges- (An Adrian Chase x Reader)

[Gif belongs to @vigilantesimp​ ]

This fic will follow along with the plot of Peacemaker, just with the reader inserted! I will be adding extra random one-shots after this is done, and up until season 2. I hope to be frequent with my postings and hope you all enjoy!

The grip on my gun was sweaty as we all pointed our guns towards, 'Peacemaker'.

"Stay where you are, Smith.."

Harcourt and I moved towards the door of his patriotic trailer, Murn going in first. Peacemaker was cursing profanities, Murn beginning to speak.

"You only served four years of your thirty year sentence.. And you though we were just gonna let you got, scot-free?"

"Yeah... I killed Rick Flag for you people."

"No-one told you to kill Flag." Harcourt rebutted, harshly.

"Waller said 'do whatever' I had to do to make sure those 'Project Starfish' files didn't get out. Made the only choice I could."

"Funny, for you, how often the only choice and killing people coincides."

"What the fuck is he doing?" I turn, nudging Economos in the arm.

'I have low blood sugar, okay? So, I'm dizzy."

Murn interrupts, "You showed you were loyal. You're a born killer with expertise in every weapon known to humankind, and you've had experience in black ops around the globe, so I'm giving you the chance to stay out of prison and work for me."

Smith scoffs, "And you are?"

"Name's Murn."

"Clemson Murn?"

"That's right. I report directly to Amanda Waller... This is Harcourt, who you may know from Waller's team at Belle Reve.."

He shoots her a flirty glance, which she denies gracefully with a middle finger.

"She'll be your handler in the field. John Economos, who you may also know, is tech and tactics."

"Hey, dude, you're eating four-year-old olives out of my fuckin' fridge." Economos gags as I snatch away the olives in disgust, setting it on the counter.

"This is Y/N L/N, who you also know, as field planner and arms expert."

I nod at him, he nods back.

"And this us our new recruit, Leota Adebayo, which means she'll be doing most everything else."

"Glad to be here. Ready to kick sone ass, sir. And really lookin' forward to gettin' to know all of you."

Her motions are awkward,

"Even you, Peacemaker. Uh, even though you're not the best guy in the world. And Economos, you seem like you're very easy to talk to."

He chuckles at her,

"So I look forward to working with you. Harcourt, Y/N, I feel like, because we're the only women here, we have to have each others back. Anything you both need, I got you. And, Mr. Murn, I have to say your outfits are really dapper. I'm really excited to be here, and I promise you're not gonna regret this. I know inside my mind I'm not supposed to be giving a speech, but sometimes my mouth just does what it wants, so... Close mouth. I'm bitin' my tongue right now... Not gonna talk again...I'm done talking."

I keep a laugh under my throat, continuing to listen to the conversation. Smith scoffs at Adebayo,

"What's the op?"

"Domestic situation, known as 'Project Butterfly'."

"As I recall, you guys aren't particularly creative with the case file names. Project Starfish was a giant walkin' starfish. So, what, am I fighting a Mothra now?" He chuckles, Harcourt and I peering at Economos.

"I am? I'm fightin' a Mothra? What the fuck do I fight a Mothra with?"

"That's not what it is." Murn was obviously annoyed when Smith spoke up.

"Can I get a jetpack?"

"No."

"How the fuck am I supposed to fight a Mothra without a jetpack?"

"It's not a Mothra."

"Still, my desire for a jetpack remains, 'cause you got me all excited about it."

"We need you to do contract work."

Smith rolls his eyes, "Kill people?"

"Bad people."

"Whom we call Butterflies."

Smith exhales, "What if I say no?"

"You'll have to return to Bell Reve."

"What's to keep me from splittin'?"

"Still have that bomb in your head to track you with, and if that fails, we'll blow you the hell up."

Peacemakers expression fell grimly in thought as he sighs and nods.

"We'll meet you for dinner tonight. Seven-thirty at-- Where is it?"

We all get up to leave, "Fennel Fields on Manchester Road. And the mozzarella sticks..." She clicks her fingers, "...are dope."

I follow Harcourt closely, listening to hear any of Smith's other remarks.

"Enjoy my food, Dye-Beard."

"It's not dyed."

"Oh, yeah, sure. Hard edge of two-tone gray and Magic Marker brown. That's natural."

Economos laughs awkwardly, "No."

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The calm music fills my ears as I sip on the coffee I ordered, eyes on Economos who was spouting about when pigeons filled his home, until Harcourt spoke.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No. There was like ten of 'em, and they shit all over my couch."

"No. This guy."

We all peered outside, seeing Peacemaker in his full get-up and patriotic muscle car.

Economos laughs, "Did this dipshit really show up in full cosplay mode?"

"This is the guy Waller's giving us? I told you she's fucking us."

"She's not fucking us."

"Is that an eagle in the back seat?" Adebayo and I say in almost unison, muffled screeching coming from Smith's car.

Economos laughs again, Murn speaking again.

"She's fucking us."

The bell chimes and he walks in, demeanor confident as people stare at his off appearance, Harcourt sighing in annoyance.

"Hey. Scooch."

He slides in the booth with Murn and Adebayo, grunting as he fully sat.

"Why are you in your costume?"

He scoffs, "Costume? This is a uniform. And it's brand new, so I gotta stretch it out, make it more comfortable before I go on a mission."

I roll my eyes, taking another sip of coffee.

"Maybe I'm stupid, but why would you even wanna wear that on a mission? A bright red shirt and white pants aren't exactly conducive to lurking in the shadows."

"People see this uniform, it strikes fear in their hearts."

"What people? The other people at the Village People tryouts?" Economos and I both laugh.

"Why is there a bald eagle in your car?"

"That's Eagly. You guys ordered without me?" Adebayo shrugs and I side eye Murn over my cup.

""Eagly" is your pet eagle?"

"Yeah."

"Is your dog named Doggy?"

The rouses a laugh out of John and I once again

"All right."

"Do you have a daughter named Daughtery?" He laughs again, myself remaining quiet in respect of Murn.

"Jealous of a guy's pet eagle much?"

Harcourt chuckles, then promptly stops.

"Hey, sweet-cheeks! Can you take my order real quick?"

Harcourt drops her fork and Adedayo looks at him with a disgusted expression, my own coffee cup being set down additionally.

"-Sorry--"

"Hi. Sure thing. What can I get you?"

"Uh, mixed green salad, and we'll do the garlic zoodles."

"Zoodles. Good choice."

"Thank you."

She walks away, Smith muttering 'good choice' under his breath.

We all glare at him, confusion evident on his face.

"Zoodles are zucchini noodles."

"'Sweet Cheeks? Seriously, dude?"

"She had cherubic cheeks. It's a compliment."

"Sweet Cheeks is your butt."

He panics, "No, it's not."

"It is. It's like calling somebody, I don't know, "sugar tits.""

"That's totally inappropriate." He scoffs.

"Her tits are way too big to be sugar tits. Sugar tits are, like, smaller, perkier tits. Like... yours."

Harcourt looks up, "Uh, technically, I think you may have sugar tits, too..." He gestures to Economos, and I stifle in a laugh.

"...but somehow that feels also inappropriate."

Murn speaks up, "All right, Peacemaker. That's enough. You don't have to be happy with this detail, but you do have to treat your fellow soldiers with respect."

"Yeah? Heard plenty of stories about how you treat people with respect, Murn. Plenty." I turn to the right, noticing a busboy staring at Peacemaker, tapping the table for everyone's attention.

"Why is that busboy staring at you?" His gaze shifts to me for just a second before going back to Peacemaker.

His curly hair peeked under his hat, his glasses shining under the florescent lights. He looked... Nerdy. He waves, smiling widely.

"I think that's my friend Gut Chase's younger brother."

He sets down his hand, Smith whispers, "He has mental issues."

He makes a cheering motion, Smith making a peace sign in almost reply.

The server came with Smith's 'Zoodles' and salad, leaving and the busboy now in view again, this time staring at.. Me?

"Thank you. Just the old shell game."

Murn passes the file across the table, "Take this home. Study it."

"What is it?"

"It's the dossier on the first target." Smith opens the file.

"U.S. Senator?!"

"Don't look at it here... Take our word for it, the man's a serious threat to the safety of American citizens."

Smith shuts the file, setting it aside to eat, in which he stabbed and shoved the salad into his mouth, Economos speaking.

"Oh, my god, could you at least take your helmet off? You're gonna get dressing all over it."

"Dressing is easier to get off this helmet than a human lip. That's a fuckin' fact." He pointed aggressively, John rolling his eyes.

"You want to have a dressing-getting-off contest right now, Dye-Beard?"

"Okay, I don't dye my beard. I've always had unusually colored hair-"

I get up with my empty cup, expression amused as I made my way over to the counter to return my cup, watching the creepy busboy go out the back of the place, I laugh to myself. What an odd man.

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I bring my jacket to my car as the cold, night air fills my lungs and sends chills up my spine. My eyes catch Leota talking to Peacemaker, my head tilting.

Didn't expect that kind of duo, maybe they'll be friends?

I get into my car and shut the door, sighing and putting the ignition on, turning it and feeling the rumble.

I turned the volume up and the sound of a woman singing filled my speakers. 

Finally, peace and quiet.

I pulled out of the parking lot and out towards my motel.

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I opened the door of my motel, the humid air reaching my pores. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. 

Setting my jacket down on the semi-soft bed, I took a seat at my desk and opened my laptop, pulling up my files to do some work.

My mind wandered as I prepped, remembering the peculiar man who apparently knows Smith, ‘Gut Chase’s brother’. He sure as hell had a staring problem, that’s for damn sure.

‘This Charming Man’ came on the radio, as I nodded my head to the drums and began to type.

It was going to be a long night.

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The soft tone of the beginning cords of ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ erupted to my ears, waking me from my slumber, I groggily grabbed my phone and answered.

“Hello..?”

“Come outside, Smith got himself in trouble.”

“Fuck.”

[emmapowell]

Love Hurts

Past!Rick Flag x Reader / Vigilante x reader (soon)

Not my gif

Authors Note: Hey guys I apologize for the delay with this chapter. I kinda lost motivation and got caught up in school. But here you guys go I hope you enjoy 😊

Word Count: 1.4k

Chapter 2

You were sitting on your couch trying to figure out where this Peacemaker guy was. You tried to call Waller your boss but she was no help, as she said that she couldn’t tell you where or what happened to him after Corto Maltese.

You looked up information about him and took his files from Belle Reve that you were able to quietly take from the file room. All you know so far about him is that his name is Christopher Smith, he has a horrible past as his Dad was the reason as to why he became such a murderous person and an asshole. Along with accidentally killing his brother in a fight.

How the hell did they get this information? You thought as it's very personal but screw feeling any sympathy for this man. He murdered your husband for crying out loud he doesn’t deserve sympathy.

This hunt for Peacemaker wasn’t going as expected.

Especially after six months after Rick’s death you thought that you would have caught the guy by now. And be able to watch him suffer as you slowly killed him for the heartbreak and the pain that he caused you.

But no, it had to be a pain in the ass to try and find this guy. You were worried that you’d never find him.

Then your phone started to buzz on the kitchen table in front of you. You were confused as it was an unknown number. So you answered.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

“Flag, It’s Waller. I have news for you.”

“Please tell me it’s about where Peacemaker is.”

“Well, not quite. You are assigned to Project Butterfly.”

“Project Butterfly what the fuck is that?”

“You will be teaming up with Harcourt, Adabeyo, Economos and Murn. They will be contacting you soon. And you will be working with Smith. Good luck Flag.”

Then she hung up without you being able to say anything. God Waller could be such a bitch sometimes.

Wait, did she say Smith? Like in Christopher Smith. Yes! Finally, I can meet this guy and give him what he deserves.

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Two hours later you got a knock at your door thinking it might be your team members.

You walked to your door and opened it.

You saw two women and two men standing at your door.

“(Y/N) Flag?”

“Yea that’s me.”

“Hi I’m Clemson Murn, this is Harcourt, Economos and Adebayo. May we come in?”

“Of course”. So you opened the door for your new teammates. Thinking that Murn kinda reminds you of Waller as he looks at you with a stone cold face.

“I bet you have heard from Waller that you are assigned to Project Butterfly with us.” Murn starts to say to you.

“Yes I just got word not long ago. What the fuck is Project Butterfly anyways?”

Murn just looks at you. Cool, this is going to be fun.

“We have to go grab someone first before we head to the safe house.”

“Let me guess that asshole Peacemaker.” You say rolling your eyes.

“Yes he is an important asset to this case even though he is a pain in the ass. He has the skills for it.” Murn continues.

“Hey, (Y/N) I’m sorry for your loss by the way.” Adebayo says.

“Thanks, I gotta say it sucks.” You wanted to elaborate on more but you can’t say that Peacemaker was Rick’s killer. You have to beat the shit out of him before you say something.

“Yeah I can only imagine losing my spouse.”

“Oh so you’re married? Whatever you do, be careful as this line of work with a spouse is not always easy.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” Adebayo says with a smile.

“Of course.” You say with a slight smile. You like her, she seems like a truly good person. Probably too good for this job.

“Ok, I think it’s time to head out and go get Peacemaker.” Murn interrupted.

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You were outside Peacemaker’s trailer slowly sneaking up to a window with Harcourt.

Looking in you could see Peacemaker sitting on his bed.

“Chirstopher Smith!”

“FUCK! I knew it was too good to be true. FUCK! Ok I’m fine, I’m fine...FUCK!”

Next thing you knew you were in his trailer and super close to your husband’s killer.

He was sitting on his couch as you aggressively walked over to him and gave him a hard punch in the face and then into his gut.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!” He said doubled over in pain.

You didn’t stop, you kept hitting and punching him. You were so focused on beating the crap out of him that you didn’t hear the pleas to stop hurting him. But little did they know.

Then all of a sudden Harcourt and Adabeyo were both holding you back from hitting Chris again.

“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

“W-what?!” He said through shallow breathing. Blood running down his nose and forehead.

“RICK FLAG! YOU REMEMBER HIM! I'M HIS WIFE!”

“Oh, Flag? I’m sorry about what I did. And I didn’t know he had a wife.”

“Yeah I bet you’re sorry.” As you had tears running down your cheeks.

Everyone was looking at you as you were staring down at Chris seething in anger.

You decided to walk out of his trailer to take a breath.

You ran to the middle of the dirt road and fell to your knees. Now you were balling your eyes out.

“WHY?! W-why did you have to go R-Rick! I miss you so fucking much it hurts!” You whimpered as you stared up at the sky.

You felt so weak so vulnerable you hated feeling like this in front of your new team but you couldn’t help your feelings. The feelings of anger that you had toward this man for what he did to you.

All of a sudden you hear a door shut and footsteps coming closer to you. Cool I’m probably going to be called out for what I did.

“Hey (Y/N), are you okay?”

“N-no Adebayo. I’m sorry for how I acted my feelings got the best of me.”

“Don’t worry you have every reason to be angry at Chris. And I think he understands it too.”

“Well, he should.” You snapped at her in response.

“Because I have been in so much emotional pain for the past six months trying to move forward. BUT I CAN'T! I CAN'T FORGET IT! I miss my husband so god damn much. He was the love of my life and I thought we were going to be together forever but now here I am. Alone.”

Leota was speechless. She couldn’t imagine losing her wife the way you lost Rick. She knows that she’d feel the same way if she was in your shoes.

So, she brought a hand out to you and you thankfully took it. “Well on the bright side we are going to Fennel Fields for dinner and the mozzarella sticks are dope.” She said, giving the air high fives.

“Come on, it will help get your mind off things.”

“T-thanks Adebayo.” You said sniffling.

*Time Skip to Fennel Fields*

A little bit later after your food arrived Peacemaker had to come in fully dressed in his costume. Helmet on too, god he looked ridiculous.

“Really?” Harcourt said. Looking at Peacemaker.

He looked at her like she was crazy.

“Hey sweet cheeks, can I get the Salad with the Garlic Zoodles please.” He asked the waitress. Why did he have to call her that. You thought internally cringing.

“Garlic Zoodles? Good choice.” She said as she walked away.

“Zoodles?” Harcourt asked.

“There zucchini noodles so zoodles.” Chris replied.

“And sweet cheeks?” Economos said.

“Yeah it’s a compliment.”

“No, that’s like calling someone sugar titts.” Adebayo continued.

“Oh my god.” You said as you just stared down and shook your head. Of course he was a guy that would do stuff like this. So you just ate your food blocking this conversation out. God you were disgusted by this man.

Then it was silent. You were so happy that conversation was over.

“Hey, why is that busboy staring at you?” Harcourt asked Chris.

“Oh, he’s my friend’s Gut Chase’s little brother...He has mental issues.” He said as giving him a smile and awkward wave.

The kid gave him a smile and tossed his arms up in the air in celebration.

Who the hell is this guy? But he is kinda cute though. You thought to yourself with a small smile on your face as you tried to hide it from your teammates.

“Uh (Y/N) earth to (Y/N)?” Said Harcourt.

“We’re you staring.”

“What? No.”

“She so was!” Adebayo said.

“Ok fuck you guys.”

But to be fair he was kinda cute like a nerdy cute and you had a weak spot for guys like that. God (Y/N) get it together.

Tag list: @chipster-21 @lacontroller1991 @bbwithaknife

[kimhargreeves]

A Second Chance-Peacemaker x Reader

Summary: After the events at Corto Maltese. You're forced to team and with Peacemaker again, but this time he sees you're acting differently.

(A/N: I am so disappointed in the lack of Peacemaker fics, it's a shame he hasn't gotten much attention since TSS, so I decided to write something based on the tv show. This was supposed to be a sequel to a book I had in mind but I'm too busy to write a complete book. I'll only post this chapter here so if any are interested please read it on ao3, since there will be plenty of adult content.)

I continued to walk to the restaurant where I called called to go in. Amanda Waller ordered me to take part of this group that wants to eliminate people, so I had to agree if I wanted to continue being outside of jail, I furrowed my eyebrows confused when I saw an eagle inside a red and white striped car.

From outside I spotted a few people enjoying their dinner and I spotted Emilia, John, Leota and Clemson Murn, he's the leader of Project Butterfly who reports directly to Waller.

Early this morning they contacted me, so here I was to hear what they wanted, I continued to keep my guard up around both of the team, Emilia and John. I don't know why but I don't quite trust them entirely.

"Miss (Y/N), I see you didn't get lost on your way here." Clemson said once I stopped in front of their table.

I stared at them and saw Peacemaker turn to look at me and he nearly began to choke on his meal, "What the fuck is (Y/N) doing here?!" I tilted my head looked at him confused.

"Helping us?" John said looking at him weirdly

"Do I need to remind you, she was the one who shot my neck!" I watched him exchanging words with his team.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stepped closer. He quickly stepped back once I got closer, I smiled and waved. "This is gonna sound stupid but I have no recollection of what happened. I don't think I would've been capable of hurting you."

He looked at me confused and turned to the rest of the team. "After the events at Corto Maltese, while fighting Starro she suffered a concussion, she lost most of her memories."

"Oh thank God." Peacemaker sighed and seemed very relieved.

"That's not nice. Anyways, what exactly happened back then?" I ask wanting to know what exactly happened because there must be a reason why I shot him. "I don't feel safe-"

"Safe?!" John scoffed and laughed. "You're a strong man and your scared of her? You're sounding like Robert."

I continued to stare at all them weirdly. I noticed Peacemaker kept avoiding in talking or looking at me. The short meeting was soon over after Murn handed Peacemaker and I a few files to check. Leota finished her meal and went after Peacemaker when he left without saying another word.

I don't know what I did but I gotta try and get on his good side, so I also went back outside and saw Leota and Peacemaker joining in a small talk.

"Is that eagle yours?!" I asked when I saw the eagle making noises and flapping it's wings. I should've pieced the car and him together, of course he is weird to own a pet eagle.

"Careful with that thing." Leota warned me when I reached my hand to pet it. I backed away and stared at the eagle and smiled at Peacemaker.

"He's a lovely bird. I'm sure you must really take care of him."

Peacemaker continued looking at me weird, he forced a smile on his lips and I sensed him not being so tensed up now. "His name is Eagly..umm I guess I'll see you both tomorrow." He quickly got in his car and drove off.

Soon everyone was gone but I had another idea in mind. I quickly started following the direction where Peacemaker went off to.

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I remained hidden when I spotted him go inside bar, the blonde woman from my team rushed through the doors angrily, about a minute or so later Peacemaker also came out of those doors but with a woman with awful 80's haircut, a hooker.

I groaned in disapprovement at his poor choices in women. There's a couple of questions I want him to answer me, so he'll have to give it I continue to annoy him.

It was getting late but I continued to run, but was soon out of breath when I saw him exiting his car with a woman. I can only wonder what the poor bird has seen back then.

This is gonna take a while. I scrunched up my face and sat down beside the back of the building and waited until he was done.

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I remained hidden but was nearly falling asleep until I heard glass break. I stood up quick and peeled over to see blood everywhere and broken glass on the parking lot. I ahead up and wondered how come Peacemaker didn't die from jumping at that height.

"Hey, are you alright?!' I asked running to where he was with Eagly.

He screamed like a girl and was surprised to see me here. "How did you know I was here? Are you stalking me?!"

"Sorta..I need answers from you!" He stood up and we heard the cops far away.

"Shit! Let's get the fuck out of here." Peacemaker and I quickly got into his car and he started driving off far from where we were since the whole parking lot was destroyed and covered in blood.

I glanced to my left and saw him with a few cuts, my eyes lowered down to see him in just in underwear. He's got a big-

"So what is up with your costume?" I asked trying to make some conversation, since the silence got awkward very quick. I kept on glancing at Eagly who was between us and moving around.

"You mean cosplay?" He sarcastically said glancing to look at me while continuing to drive. I raised my eyebrows confused and he shook his head.

"Sorry..I forgot about your memory. You see, back at Corto Maltese you'd make fun of my costume, said it was a cheap cosplay for a rejected anime character."

I fought the urge to laugh at that but couldn't, I gave it and saw a smile across his lips. "You were quite annoying back then." He muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry I said that, I really like your costume. It's unique..hey! Maybe I can show you my collection of weapons since you're a fan of them, I stole some from Batman back in the day."

"That would be great!"

We both awkwardly chuckled and sighed before we fell silent again. "So, you have a place to stay?" He asked so I gave him the directions.

"Umm not really? Yes! I sorta sleep by a bakery." I glanced over and Peacemaker gave me a hard look.

"Where exactly?" He demanded. I bit my lip and gave in, "The owner felt bad for me, so there's a small sort of room by an alley.."

I shut up and felt nervous on what he might say. "Alright.." he turned the wheel around making Eagly fall to my lap and making my face press against the glass from how forceful he turned around on the street.

"Where are we going?!"

"You think I'm gonna let you on your own? You're tiny! You'll get smashed by some random guy." I frowned but said nothing, he's right I have no one here, at least I'll have a couch to sleep on.

************

I sighed and sat down comfortably on the passenger seat as he continued to drive after a couple of minutes. "Look, I'm not sure what exactly happened or why I shot you, it must've been a mistake and for that I am really sorry." Peacemaker remained quiet and seemed soft of upset.

"You can be a real bitch though, a bit annoying and violent..but attractive." I smiled and felt heat rushing to my face.

His dark eyes looked at me surprised so he stopped walking and smirked a bit. "You find me attractive?"

I laugh and saw his eyes change to a bit disappointed, I shook my head so he wouldn't think I was making fun of him, "I mean w-who doesn't?" I stuttered and felt my entire face burning up. Thank God it was dark out here.

"And you can call me Christopher, it sounds weird hearing Peacemaker come from you."

"Alright, Christopher.." I stared down at my lap and felt my heart beta racing faster.

"I'll take the couch and you'll take the bed." Chris told me.

He turned the engine off and turned to look at me. "I still don't get why you had to choose That woman." I pointed out at the woman he had just slept with.

He rolls his eyes and tried hiding his crotch since he was still kinda exposed. "I was horny! I haven't had sex in years!"

"Well neither have I!..I guess? Anyways, you don't see me getting horny wanting to fuck the first guy I meet." I sure do hope he doesn't get angry at what I said.

"Just follow me alright?" He shut the door so I quickly got out of the car and did the same.

I followed him out to where he lives and saw him looking for the keys, I heard him cursed since he couldn't find it. "Still it's rude to say what you want from a woman..I would've done it for free." I joke and followed him at the back part of his house.

Christopher tensed up and stopped searching the keys to look at me. "What?"

I realized what I had just said and blushed even harder, "I-I mean if I knew you better!"

Christopher smirked to himself, "I didn't pay her anyways." I squealed when he came to me and lifted me up off the ground and helped me get over the window making sure I wouldn't get cut because of the shattered glass.

I made it inside and heard Chris enter as well, he placed a blanket on the open shattered window, "This way no one will look at you sleep."

I slowly began to walk and look around, he's a nerd! I love it. I smiled at all the nostalgic things he has from back when it was the 80's or 90's. "No way, you have a record player! I always begged my parents for one."

Gently I touched the record player and saw all the awesome albums he has, I did notice he stole some from that woman. I placed a Kiss album and hummed to the familiar tune.

"You have great tastes when it comes to music." I complimented. I looked back at him and saw him quickly look away and saw him leaving the room. I assume he left to the bathroom. His pet Eagly followed him.

I blushed when I realized Christopher staring at my suit..or should I say ass. He's a fun guy to hang around when he's not being arrogant or mean. I do hope to learn more about him since I don't remember much of him.

Quietly I stepped into the bathroom as saw him talking care of his own wounds. "Hey, can you tell me how I was back then?" He looked at me through the glasses reflection.

He turned to look down at me, he was back to being serious. "Y-You...We were friends, we did everything together."

"Even back in prison?" I asked confused. He but his lip and nodded.

"Yeah..You just listened to the wrong people and shot me. But, that's in the last now." He forced a smile on his lips and I felt his hand land on my cheek.

I have no recollection of the past but I trust him. I smiled and leaned into his touch, he's the first person who's treated me nice and has cared for me since I got out of the hospital.

"I trust you, Chris."

Christopher moved his hand away and went back to his room. " Come on, it's getting late, here I'll hand you a few blankets."

I quickly followed him in and I truly began to feel comfortable around him. "Make yourself at home, (Y/N)." Christopher said as soon as I made it back into his room. I felt butterflies in my stomach when he said my name.

I stepped closer to him and I wrapped my arms around him and felt him tense up. "Please stay here, this is your home and I don't want to invader your space."

Chris patted my back, "I'll see what I can do."

[andromacher]

if something bad happens to anyone from the 11th street kids gc in peacemaker season finale i will be more than happy to pretend that the episode never existed and that is on self-care

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Bloody shirt

Masterlist of my Adrian Chase x reader's fanfics

Warnings: ANGST, mention of blood, OPEN ENDING (you choose what happens in the end)

Pairing: Adrian Chase x gn!reader (platonic)

Summary: After saving Adrian, you are taken badly hurt to the Emergency and Adrian can't stop thinking he should have told you his feelings.

Author's note: half-based on this prompt. This is suppose to be my first open ending fanfic and I kinda want to do more of these even better.

Adrian's hands felt heavy while he was holding your shirt soaked with blood. Your own blood. He didn't register when Leota Adebayo put her hand over his shoulder and Peacemaker tried to convince everyone that "They would be alright".

Emilia Harcourt was up, talking rapidly with Murn. They didn't look stressed yet Emilia had gone to the bathroom way too many times. John was sitting across from Adrian, sniffling. He kept repeating allergies were really bad at the hospital to hide the fact he was about to cry.

A few hours earlier, the team had invaded a layer of very dangerous terrorists, still part of White Dragon's team. They weren't easy to take it down and to protect Adrian, you pulled him out the way getting hit by a blast from a bomb. Your body flew and dropped at least three flights of stairs. Adrian didn't think his legs could run faster than that, but he was held by Peacemaker for some reason. Adrian tried to argue injuries were fine, he wouldn't puke. He just needed to carry you to the hospital and you would be okay.

You were taken to the hospital by AGRUS, the doctors having to cut your shirt to revive you in the ambulance already. Adrian was given the shirt by Clemson Murn. Murn was the last one to see you, riding in the ambulance with you since they didn't let Adrian in, which he couldn't understand why. Murn didn't say anything about your well-being when the team met him on the Emergency Room, simply giving the shirt to Adrian. He didn't want to tell your heart stopped one time on the way there.

Leota gave Adrian a hopeful smile but she was the first one that saw you before being taken by the ambulance and you didn't look well. Chris kept saying over and over you were going to be alright, you were going to be just fine. You were the strongest person. You would come out of the Emergency, laughing and making fun of all of them for being worried about you.

Your relationship with everyone on the team went well, even with Chris. You had your ways to deal with the guy, probably the reason why Amanda Waller put you on the team.

You and Adrian were a special case.

You were nice with Adrian since the first day together. Murn insisted on warning to not "feed him", but you were charmed by Adrian Chase as he was by your presence. You were just better at hiding it. It was funny to see Adrian trying to impress you by telling how many guys he killed, his very complicated missions against crime ("Mostly lies", alleged Chris), and how he was a valuable member of the team. You didn't cut him off once, listening to everything. Emilia had teased you later, murmuring that your crush and his were showing.

But you and Adrian never expressed anything towards each other. Leota tried to help an oblivious Adrian to your feelings which he denied. You were waaaaaay too out of his league.

Your shirt felt even heavier as time passed, Adrian's heart weighting as stone inside his body. He remembered one time when you two were having a late phone call and you asked "What would you do if I said I had a crush on you?" and his silence made you understand the situation completely wrong. Because he also had a huge crush on you, he just didn't know how to react to that.

He should have told you. He should have said he felt the same since the first time he laid his eyes on you. He definitely would if you woke up. He would invite you on a date, cinema, bar, watch old VHS/DVD tapes together, stargaze or just enjoy each other presence in silence. Make fun of bullies. Adrian felt water coming out of his eyes, touching his own tears amazed.

"What is this? P?"

The whole team looked towards each other, unsure of what to say and Chris gave him a fast look. He replied, looking at the other side.

"You are crying, Adrian."

Adrian nodded, taking the information in. He never cried. He didn't even know he knew how to cry. He thought it was an ability he never learned or that his just simply didn't work. Now, his heart felt like breaking into pieces. His sobs getting louder before he could stop himself. He felt the whole team getting closer, even Murn. Leota rubbed him in the back and Chris pat him, Emilia staring at him worried and John hiding his face in his hands, finally breaking down.

"It is okay. It is alright."

"Cry all you need Adrian, we are here for you."

Adrian didn't answer, his eyes going down to your shirt. If everytime he cried, he would feel pain he didn't like it. Especially the pain inside his chest.

The doctor finally came out from the emergency doors and all of them got up, Adrian wiping his tears, your shirt still held tightly between his hands. With his heart pounding against his chest, Adrian wasn't able to properly breathe as Murn gave a look to the team, before walking to speak with the doctor. His clothes were full of blood.

The 11th Street Kids watched, anxious as Murn spoke with the doctor. Since the doctor was using a mask and Clemson had no expression, they didn't know what was being said. Adrian didn't realize but this time Leota was holding his hand, Chris really close to his side.

Murn finally ended the conversation and the doctor walked back to the emergency room. All they could see was Murn back for a few seconds, standing there before his indecipherable face turned in their direction. He sighed and walked back, his hands rubbing against each other.

"So, Murn? Are they okay? Are they alive as they are supposed to?" inquired Chris, his voice shaking a bit.

Murn gave a good stare into every single member of his group and finally opened his mouth to answer.

[andromacher]

definitely not excited for tomorrow’s season finale of peacemaker 😃 we’re either saying goodbye to this skrunkly because the season finally ended or we’re saying goodbye cos he d-worded

[andromacher]

adrian “there’s no wrong time to rock, motherfucker” chase

peacemaker edits are up on my tiktok! (@runeicfilms)

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Angst headcanons where team gets captured and reader makes the hard decision

Part 2

Pairing: adrian chase x gn!reader

author's note: trying some angst and this will probably have a second part so if y’all want to send me if you want good or bad ending, i will be up for it. based on this prompt.

Warning: VIOLENCE, SWEARING, SELF SACRIFICE, BLOOD, TORTURE, ANGST, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF NOT SUITABLE FOR YOU

One day, the mission is against an ex-mercenary boyfriend of yours. Amanda Waller is tired of his shit and demands him to be taken down. You are the best source of information since he trained you to be the best agent.

You don't tell the team but he was abusive towards you. You were also cheated a few times so you are ready to take him down.

He is very strong and knowledgeable and helped you train self-defense training and martial arts. His team is composed of 3 other people including a woman that has the power to cure people, and the other two are very skilled fighters that you considered family.

The plan: you call him, set up a meeting to try to make amends, capturing him right there. Adrian doesn't like that you will expose yourself but it's the easiest way to do it

Your ex accepts the meeting and seems very happy to see you. He looks even stronger, almost as tall as Peacemaker. The team stays in stand-by ready to attack

Your ex tells you how Amanda Waller has a bound on his head and how last month he had killed 4 assholes who went after him, that he considered his friends

"Like you are doing now."

"Sorry?"

"Attracting me here to try to take me to that bitch. Since when you are Amanda Waller's lap dog?"

Before you can reach to your gun he punches you, making the world spin. Soon the restaurant is full of screams and there is shooting around you

Your mouth is bleeding but you soon get up and notice Peacemaker and Vigilante are going against your ex. Emilia is fighting against the other 2 guys and one soon comes after you

They are as skilled as you, younger than you but much faster. You hear Emilia’s head hit against the floor and she remains on the floor, unconscious. You are fighting them two alone now

"I would never expect you to betray us. We were like family" one of them says before you take him down

You can hear the fight behind you and glance at the moment Peacemaker is being kicked across the wall.

Your ex attention goes towards Adrian and you know Adrian can't win that fight.

You take the 2nd guy down at the moment Adrian is defeated. Your worried face tells your ex what he needs to know and he twists Adrian's arm until he breaks it

His scream pierces through your heart. You close your hand in fists and attack your ex, Murn screaming in your ear to not do it but it's too late.

Your ex stops your attacks easily but you still pull up a fight.  When you fall, he keeps hitting you until you lose consciousness.

When you wake up, you are in your ex's hideout. One of them at least. There is a woman keeping an eye on you with a gun and she watches you with sad eyes. You recognize her as the healing lady.

The whole team is tied to chairs, including Leota, John and Clemson Murn. Peacemaker has a horrible injury in his belly and seems to be bleeding out, Emilia is still not awake. Your heart is beating fast. Stress doesn’t make you register the pain in your body and face. Think think think.

Adrian still asks you how are you doing even if he has his arm broken. He looks hurt and fragile, his mask off and your heart breaks in a million pieces. You want to apologize, it is your damn fault, but you don't find your voice

Your ex walks in and ignores Murn and Leota's requests to talk. His eyes are sorely on you and he has a knife he gave to you in the past on his hand.

"So. It is up to you, now. You already know what will happen"

You know. You know because you participated in those a lot of times. You ex gave everyone a choice. He was a sadistic bastard but he was fair. The rest of your ex-team watches you with what looked like sad eyes. It could have been disappointment as well. You were their best warrior and now you were soft. Weak. They were your family once as well. You hurt too many people tonight.

The room is silent. Peacemaker murmurs for you to not do anything, you will face this as a team but he is losing blood too fast. Emilia still hasn't woken up, probably with a bad concussion. Adrian is begging you not do it, NOT do it! Your ex watches all of this amused as Adrian turns to him:

“If you insist on touching them, I will hunt you until the deeps of hell. I don’t care where I have to find you, but I will murder you. Slowly so I could enjoy every scream that comes out of your mouth”

“You found yourself a feisty one huh?” 

Your ex kicks him on the belly to make him shut up and you make your decision.

"You can have me."

Your ex grins become big as the whole team watches in horror as he gets close to you with your knife. The one he gave to you when you proved yourself worthy.

He cuts your skin deep to write his initial, on your belly. You look at the sky, while he takes his sweet time perfecting his initials. The cuts hurt like hell, but you take it in, whimpering. You won't give to what he wants and you were tortured worse before.  It was fine if that is all you had to do to protect Adrian and the others, you’d do it.

The woman starts healing your friends and you hear Chris and Adrian's scream very far away. The pain of cure is always worse than the pain of the injury. Adrian will be fine, you think, as your ex drags down the knife in your belly, making the skin bleed. They will be okay, you think as the tears come down your eyes, they will be okay.

After your ex is done, he appreciates the view of you as his masterpiece. Your hair is glued to your head and you are sweating, breathing heavily. Your belly is burning with the pain. He caresses your cheek and you spit on him, making him slap you so hard making you fall off your chair

Emilia is the last one cured and she, Chris and Adrian are passed out from the healing process. The woman is taken away extremely weak

Your body is broken but your mind isn't. They will be okay. Your ex didn't lie

Your ex grabs you by the back of your neck and starts taking you away. You give a good look to all of them, trying to keep Adrian's face details on your head, apologizing silently to the awake members. You don't know if you will ever see any of them again

Leota screaming your name is the last thing you hear before your ex closes the door. You look around and see the other 2 throwing gasoline over the house. Your heart sinks

"I did what you wanted! That was the deal! Why are you killing them?"

"Circumstances change. We are extremely upset you betrayed us with Amanda Waller's loser team. I wish we could watch them die, but we have no time to lose. Your new training starts now."

You are taken in a car as the flames go high and you can't stop screaming.

[abbynx]

Catch feels Pt. 1

Emilia Harcourt X Reader

Genre: Romance, fluff, a dash of angst later... Maybe a bit Rivals-to-lovers

Warning: Violence and cursing, because it's Peacemaker, baby.

You aren't particularly good with hand-eye coordination, catching things isn't really your forte. One mission had everyone desperate that they tossed you a vital macguffin and it didn't end well, who'd've thought? They expected you to catch the thing and you didn't, hence losing your place as one of the most crucial members of the spy agent department and landing yourself a gig under Clemson Murn's team as a repercussion.

Oh sure, whatever. That doesn't sound bad... You had to jinx it, didn't you?

It was a mess. Why the fuck is the headquarters in an old rental? Why the fuck would you be working with the fucking Peacemaker of all people? Why were you operating with a bunch of Argus agents? You were an elite agent, for god's sake— so that's how badly you fucked up? Great, they didn't even provide you the fancy shmancy tools, how the fuck are you supposed to fight off butterfly people without your handy utility belt?

"Hey L/N, move your stuff off. That's my spot."

You looked up at her, raising an indignant brow. It was the same look she replicated back at you. You made no moves that Harcourt wanted to see, as you put your hand on your hip defiantly.

"I don't see your name on it. If I had seen "amateur" carved on it, then I'd know it's yours."

John glanced at both of you, spectacled gaze darting back and fourth between you. You were fighting. Over a desk. Possessing so much pride, that you refuse to move out and pick another spot, and dare call Harcourt an amateur? John almost felt scared to look at Harcourt, who just have murder in her mind, but then she scoffs.

"Aren't you the one that fucked up Operation Question Mark?" The blonde singes through you so easily and smirks at her achievement. It might be split-second reaction, but it takes a single crack to break something.

Leota glances between the two of you, above you towers a certain tension... Based on John's reaction, it might result into something not pretty.

"Uhhh, I-I— um— Y/N you can have my desk if you want to," Leota stutters, gathering her things of her desk and practically shoving it in a box.

"No, I'll take it." Emilia says, her gaze remain on you, ever so challenging.

'Fine. Two can play at this game.' You return her eye contact, before resuming to you customizing your table.

From there, a rivalry formed.

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Going to the meeting was too much of a waste of a time, despite you were not informed why the hell were you meeting at a local restaurant. Given that the venue is a social place, you were at the correct assumption that it was a stupid little team building shindig. The morning before was already stressful to you, meeting with the joke of an assassin Peacemaker, the bickering at the headquarters, why bother attending?

By this, you find yourself in a local bar with alcohol in hand.

You wouldn't last long in this team anyways, Elite Agents will need their spy back any time now and you were the best of the best in the team and they surely would not operate as efficiently without you. By the time they realise your presence had made their recent performances dreadful, they would be begging Amanda Waller to get you back on the team.

What do they do quickly and successfully? None, that's what. Without you, ninety nine percent of their powerhouse is gone. It was a one time thing that you failed, why the fuck was the consequence so damn much? And you weren't even given a warning! This was your first fucking offense and you don't remember your teammates being given shit for being such incompetent cunts.

Eliot the idiot? He abandoned the reconnaissance mission after getting a hard on from a passing chick, he was distracted and the mission flunked because he needed to get his dick sucked. Maya, the fucking big mouthed bitch cannot, for the life of her, shut the fuck up— the whore talked and spilled important mission bits, oblivious to a nearby opposing spy. And big boy Laurence— "leader", credit taker and blamer, the mythic bitch. Maybe you could have performed better if he wasn't always gloating on the earpiece. And the almighty himself blamed you for the fuck up, when he should know full-well of your flaw. Your other two teammates were there, why of all people did he chose you? As a leader he should fucking know. Fucking dumbasses, all of them could deep-throat a cactus and choke for all you care—

"Funny that you're here when you said you weren't feeling well." Your narrowed eyes flickered upwards towards the source. On your left, the blondie from your work was a seat away from you.

"I wasn't." You reply, swirling the contents of your drink before downing it all in one go. "And funny that you're here, coulda sworn there's like three other bars near the shitty restaurant you were in. Of all places you headed here. You stalking me or something?" Harcourt noticed how you drawl on your words, watching you swipe the cuff of your sleeves on the corner of your lips, as you look up at her with half-lidded eyes trying hard to glare at her.

"You wish." She scoffs in amusement, before taking a sip from her beer. "Kinda wished I did the same thing, woulda saved me from wasting my time. I can't fucking stand Smith."

"Then that makes the two of us, sister." You sighed, wanting to take another sip from your drink, when you realised you just gulped it all down awhile ago.

Emilia watches as you growl in frustration and a small smile lights her features ever so slightly. "Hey waiter, get them a refill. On me."

Your head whip at her direction so swiftly, eyes wide that you swore you sobered up for a moment. To your shock, your ears weren't playing tricks on you and the bartender headed to your direction and filled your glass again. You furrow your brows at her. "Why?"

"Why not?" She muses with a smirk, before taking a sip from her bottle with a contented smile.

"This morning I was a bitch to you and you were a bitch to me. What's with the change of heart?" It was suspicious to you and if your long years as a spy that had undergone intense trainings in all aspects of combat (except eye-hand coordination, apparently) had taught you something, is that in one's kindness underlies intent.

"You ask way too much questions, just enjoy your drink. Don't get used to it." She rolls her eyes at you, before returning to her beer.

Did she secretly bribe the bartender to lace your drink with poison? No, she couldn't have. Why would she? But why buy you a drink?

"Oh for fuck's sake, just drink it." She must've sensed your inner thoughts.

"Thanks, I guess." You reply begrudgingly, before downing your drink again. A haze filled your mind for moment, before it clears, when you heard a clutter of voices beside you. You looked to see a group of men grinning and murmuring at your and Harcourt's direction.

One of them approaches, and takes advantage of the seat setting you and Harcourt apart. "Hey Goldilocks... Can I ask you a question?" You felt the disgust on her behalf as his runs his finger on her arm.

"As long it's a question about curing a rotting fish breath, sure."

A laugh broke from your throat, going as far as doubling from your seat from her quick wit and razor sharp tongue. The guy fucked off aggressively, though not causing too much of a scene and not a flinch was pulled from the blondie.

"I like you, you're not as bad as I thought." You breathed out after a good laugh, limping your wrist at her direction.

Her stone cold face cracks a subtle smile at your direction, but couldn't help but to wonder how much drinks have you had before she arrived. Though the moment did not last when a certain Chris had to barge in.

"Hey! Crazy coincidence, right?" You roll your eyes at him, turning away, ordering yourself another drink.

"Oh yeah. It's uncanny." Harcourt replies flatly.

You were in too deep in your haze to comprehend your surroundings, it was getting way too hot on your seat and everything was spinning. God, why were you so stupid? Getting drunk in these situations? What would the Elites think of you? You already made yourself out as a fool in front of them, why were you doing it to your new teammates again?

You jump from a sudden commotion taking place behind you, Harcourt having a guy maneuvered in a painful looking position without making too much of an effort. Everything was blur to you, all you saw was Harcourt approaching her seat again as if nothing happened. Miss Harcourt and her strength and beauty and brains.

Next thing you knew, she was throwing bills on the counter before she hurls you off your seat. You can only follow her, dumbfounded as she drags you off.

"Where we goin'?" You slur, attempting to keep up with her ruthless pace.

"My place. Stop by a seven eleven and buy a pack of beers or something. You like beer?" She asks, annoyance still in her voice but was fading by the moment she left with you.

"Hell yes," you drawl, looping your elbow through hers. "Fuck those guys at the bar."

"Alright then." Harcourt smirks, inwardly thinking to herself, 'At least you're slightly bearable to drink with.'

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The night was a blur to you, waking up dazed, you were confused as to why you weren't in your motel room. Sitting up, a sharp pain struck you and had you burying your head in your hands. For a moment panic had taken over you, thinking someone had placed a drug in your drink— Harcourt that little bitch and her free drink!

"Morning sleepyhead. You can get the fuck off my bed now." Speak of the she-devil.

"Why am I in your bed?" Oh god, did she—

"Dragged your drunk ass from the bar. God knows what'll happen if I leave you there with those douchebags." She hands you a glass of water. "How many drinks have you had anyways?"

"One," The blondie raises her brow at you as you paused to take a drink. "Bottle." She hums, impressed at how you held your alcohol. Apparently one bottle was still unable to knock you out until one pack of beer. "Jesus fucking Christ, this headache is killing me. You got painkillers or something?"

"Sure thing." You stare at her weirdly as you rummages through her things. When the fuck was she this kind to you? She returns and you retain your neutral expression, accepting the medicine from her before taking another swig from the glass of water. "You can get your candy ass off my sheets now. Murn's calling all of us for a meeting."

"At this early in the morning?" You groan, squinting at the light peaking through the windows.

"Try being woken up at four in the morning because your idiot coworker got caught up in some deep shit and had to cover your hungover ass for not picking up your phone."

"Which idiot? New girl or Pissmaker?"

"The latter. Apparently he fucked a butterfly."

You sighed, hearing the news made your head pound more painfully. "Well fuck." You stir yourself into a sitting position, wincing at the heavy weight on your frontal lobe and pulled the blankets off you. "I'mma shower real quick."

"Sure thing, L/N." Harcourt watches as your stumbling form made your way towards the door and leave.

'I guess you're not as bad as I thought.' She sighs, before preparing herself for another meeting.

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The reconnaissance mission around the Goff house would have been far too easy for you, but apparently it was crucial to keep your distance. Though, being from a far distance with a pair of binoculars is good too. Just all three of you saddled up to take this mission. It would have been better if it were just Harcourt, though. You weren't particularly paying attention to their conversation, opting to stay silent and concentrated on the family, but it admittedly vexxed you. How dare they talk? Can't they just stay focused for a little bit? Not to mention, the rustling sounds you've been hearing has been a constant pain in the ass.

"Hey Y/N."

You glance at her, eyes widening in panic and before you can process anything, you flail and attempt to catch a flask Harcourt had just thrown at you. You manage to catch it after a bit of a flimsy hand flailing, before glaring at her.

"You know you could have just handed it to me like a normal person." You twist the cap off, before realising it was alcohol inside it. She just shrugs, before heading off somewhere. "Is this vodka?"

"Yeah. Big boys need their vodkas to keep warm." Chris grins at you.

You flatly chuckle. "Ah huh." Drinking on duty? No thanks. You twist the cap back on before handing it back to Chris. You return to the binoculars and spy on the Goff family.

"So... L/N... What's your story?" Chris breaks the silence between you, almost hesitantly. You always knew he's been intimated by your presence, rightly so, but occasionally makes jabs at your direction. After spending some time with him, you were desensitized by his annoying nature, but you must admit, the annoyance was still there, lingering.

"My daddy is a genius who want nothing to do with me but I was hellbent on wanting to get his attention and approval, but instead I got Amanda Waller's attention at the age of sixteen and now I'm here." Your attention remain on the the Goff housez but decided to indulge Chris out of boredom.

"Aren't you an Elite Agent? One of the higher up douches? I mean you're not a douche— kind of— but I heard the guys were douches."

"Mhmmm. And I hope to work with those douches again."

"Why?" His question have strike something in you. He's right, they are a bunch of douches. Why did you want to work with them again, when you hated them?

"None of your business. Now will you please zip it?" You take your attention away from the binoculars for a moment to glare at Chris, before resuming. "And tell your friend to fuck off before I kill his whole fucking family."

"Jokes on you!" The aforementioned friend pops from the bushes with a rustle. "They're all gone hehe... Heh..." He pauses midway his laugh, when he comes upon a realisation. He fell in your trap so seamlessly and it was stupid. He smacks the bottom of his palm over his forehead. "Ahhh damn it."

"The fuck are you doing here, man?" Chris asks, more visibly shocked than you are.

"Oh I followed you in my Vigilantemobile." Vigilante replies with an as a matter of factly-tone.

You can only sigh, disregarding their conversation as you took a close look at the house. Still no sign of them being butterflies. Eventually, Harcourt had returned and joined in the chaos that is their banter. As much as you love her, she really needs to know the matter in hand.

Wait...

Oh no. Oh fucking no.

Love her? Pfft, no. What the fuck, that was a slip of a tongue you didn't love her, fuck that, you hate her. She's a sharp tongued bitch that doesn't watch her tone with you!

"Can everyone shut the fuck up and get back to the mission?" You interject from their banter, turning to glare at them before returning to the binoculars with an indignant sigh.

"Yeah, what they said." Harcourt agrees, before returning to her post beside you.

Beside you... Oh gosh, she's so near... Wait fuck no, that's not how it's supposed to go—

You faux concentration was bullshit and all you did was to stare at nothing as your head ran a hundred miles because of her. Ugh, why the fuck is she so damn beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent, sharp—

Denying was your saving grace and came to your salvation. There's nothing wrong about admiring and recognising your teammates best traits, it's normal. It goes to show how they manage to make the group stick even if it's highly amateur to your standard... Yeah, that's it.

You sighed, shaking your head before regaining your vision and getting back to the task at hand. You were probably the least concentrated person in the team despite your lack of response to your surroundings.

The family was confirmed as butterflies courtesy of you and all that needed to be done was Chris to pull the trigger. Glancing over him, you immediately notice the trembling of his finger against the trigger. Wanting to get over it, you almost stood from your spot to take over the assassination, when Vigilante took it.

In Elite, they really don't keep witnesses alive, let alone get near you, let alone do the fucking killing for you. But perhaps they do it different in this department. Or maybe the team was just desperate for another member, they're willing to take a rando from the street to do their bidding.

You attention turn to Chris flinching at the sound of the gunshots being fired, a tinge of pity almost surges within you but you reminded yourself being objective at the task at hand is the number one rule in this line of career. He's killed before, in what way does this differ from other murders he committed?

"And papa bear, ouuuuuuu—"

"KYAAAA,"

Caught off guard, you were unprepared when Judomaster attacked from the shadows and made himself known by pinning a target on you, taking you out before you can pull gun at him. He effortless took two birds with one stone as upon taking you out, he had your unconscious body hindering Vigilante by pushing you on him.

It was pathetic in hindsight, how you were the first one to be taken out, seeing as you claimed you were the powerhouse of every group. It was so fucking ironic a simple chop on the nape had you collapsing and be used as a human trajectory.

'Fuckin' damnit, I barely put up a fight! Stupid, fucking pathetic little bitch!'