#economos fanfiction

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F*ck You?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it doesn’t.” John argues.

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

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

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

“Thanks!” You smile at her.

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

You look over at him, blushing. You nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, maybe.” Chris laughs hysterically.

[uselessslipperinthecorner]

Guys I’m actually freaking okay so I read this Adrian chase fic where the reader and Flag were old friends and he survived and Adrian was pining over reader and on the way back to HQ he had a panic attack and ran into the woods and THE FIC GOT DELETED ON AO3 DOES ANYONE HAVE IT IM BEGGING

[riverrunscold]

Peacemaker is weirdly what I thought of first for day 12: pride so here it is!

[lunaticsandidiots]

come back in one piece

read on ao3

synopsis: Economos was finally sent out into the field on his own for the first time, and possibly the last. You had to do something.

pairing: john economos x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: explicit language, fluff, mutual pining, first kiss

a/n: ok reader and economos have the exact same dynamic as they do in old blue flannel but also it’s like my favourite trope and i love economos so much and i will write a million more. credit to @libellule2001 for the prompt <3

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“Fuck, fine!” John grumbled, snatching the rest of the uniform from Emilia’s hands and beginning to unbuckle his belt. You could feel your throat involuntarily beginning to tighten at the suggestive jingle and swallowed deeply.

“Would you look away?” he whined.

“Happily” Leota snapped, followed by the grassy shuffle of everyone turning around. Except you. You were frozen in place for a moment, held still by an uncomfortable combination of bashfulness and anxiety. John’s fearful eyes met yours, prompting yours to widen as you realised you’d been staring at him beginning to undress, and you quickly spun around on the spot to face the dark, seemingly never-ending woods.

The rumpling sound that John’s clothes made as they were presumably being removed continued to elevate your heart rate, something that was already sky high due to the other circumstances that surrounded you. You were almost tempted to turn around and sneak a peek, your conscience tempting you with the promise that a quick glance at his chest may bring you solace, but you admonished the idea as soon as you realised how selfish and stupid it would be to choose then of all moments to pursue your little work crush.

Well, ‘little’ was a vast understatement. You’d been pining over your altitudinous, wisecracking coworker since you laid eyes on him. You couldn’t quite place your finger on what drew you toward John in the first place, but from his Dahmer-esque glasses, to his multi-coloured beard, all the way down to his wolf-print t-shirts, you were absolutely smitten. It didn’t help one bit that the two of you had developed a coquettish camaraderie over the course of your employment.

To begin with, the two of you merely exchanged pleasantries in between work related conversations - the two of you were the desk jockeys of the team, and you felt that it was important to develop a good rapport with your colleague. It didn’t take long at all though, for the small talk to grow deeper and your lunch breaks to be taken in tandem, and right up until that harrowing night, you’d considered John one of, if not your only best friend.

You felt sheepish at the realisation of how sad it might sound to say that your best friend, your favourite person in the world, was a colleague you met on a job that both of you were forced to do. If you ever did say something to the contrary, however, you’d be nothing short of a straight up liar.

All of these thoughts were tumbling around in your mind like a washer on spin cycle, and your head began to ache as it was hit with a whole new cognisance.

This could be it for him. This could be the end for your endearing, bearded consort.

You raised your chin up high, focussing all your might onto willing your tears to retreat back into your head. You didn’t want to distress anyone further with your anguish, and it was a hell of a lot more pleasant to focus on performing an impossible physical feat, rather than John’s possibly fatal demise.

“You done gettin’ pretty yet, dye-beard?” Chris sneered next to you, the crude nickname prompting you to angrily dig your nails into your palms. John hated that nickname. He’d never gone into detail about it, but you always caught the way he lowered his eyes to the floor in dejection at the epithet, and he’d ‘casually’ brought it up in conversation a few times, offhandedly mentioning how much he hated it. You never cared whether he dyed it or not, it was absolutely nobody’s business but his own.

How badly you wished in that moment that you’d bitten the bullet and told John that. Told him that it didn’t matter, told him that he always looked nice, told him not to listen to Chris’ baseless, juvenile libel.

“Oh go fuck yourself, you Royal Rumble reject piece of shit,” John snarled, “Yeah, I’m done.”

You turned around to see John dressed head to toe in the lifeless shades of brown donned by the local sheriff’s department, shiny gold badge of corruption and all. Even in the drab uniform with his beard speckled with droplets of nervous sweat, John still looked entirely perfect to you.

“Okay. You need to take this into the barn,” Harcourt instructed, handing John a red, medical-looking bag that was no doubt holding Chris’ sonic boom helmet, “And you need to bury it as deep inside as you possibly can-”

“Title of your sex tape…”

“Adrian, I will strangle you to death.”

“Sorry.”

Your blood was rumbling in your ears far too loud to process Adrian’s childish comeback, all your focuses were honed in on the 6’5 man in front of you and praying to whoever the hell was listening up above to bring him back breathing and in one piece.

“Once you’ve dropped it, make your way back here as quickly as you can and Ads will set off the helmet as soon as we can see that you’re a safe distance away. Even when it starts, don’t look back. Just keep walking.”

John nodded, swallowing so loudly you could almost hear it from across the way. He broke his gaze with Harcourt to take one, possibly last, look at you.

Economos had never found it so hard to walk away from something before. Sure, a lot of his apprehension was due to the obviously high-stakes of what he was about to do, but a sizable portion was all down to the fact that on the other end of your pining, he adored you just as much. He didn’t want this to be the end of your coffee breaks, he didn’t want this to be the end of your messily-written good-morning sticky notes, he didn’t want this to be the end before he’d even had a chance to kiss you. John’s chest was heaving up and down as he lingered on that last note, tucking it away in his front pocket to keep it close to his chest as motivation to stay alive.

“You’ve got this.” Harcourt nodded reassuringly, bringing John’s focus back to her intense gaze to give him one last look of credence.

Economos nodded back at her, took one last sweeping look at his colleagues, the ones that, in that moment, he decided were his friends, drank in your perturbed frame for a moment longer, then finally turned around to start his suicide run.

That one, last look he gave you, so full of fear and self-doubt and desire and longing, tipped you over the edge. Your blood was so saturated with epinephrine that you started to march forward with hardly a thought as to why.

“John!” you cried out, grabbing his attention just before his hand could grasp the fence to climb over it. He looked at you with pure bewilderment, he was never given the time to wonder what on earth it was you were doing before you seized his face in your hands and desperately pressed your lips against him. You couldn’t hear Leota’s gasp of wonder, you couldn’t hear Chris’ scoff of disbelief, all you could hear was your own heavy breathing, and John’s.

Through the shock, John’s hands managed to pull you close by the waist, ears turning red as he felt you tilt your head to weave your lips in between his. Your closed eyelids fluttered as he huffed with longing, and your heart continued beating at a million miles per minute as the tickle of his beard titillated your senses. You knew you didn’t have long, but if this was the first and last kiss the two of you would ever share, you wanted to milk every last second of it. You quietly fussed in ardour as the tip of your tongue glided against his, and you felt him pull you impossibly closer with his large hands.

“If you come back in one piece, there’s a million more of where that came from.” you uttered against his lips, not wanting to let go of his face in the knowledge that it might mean letting go forever. When you looked up to meet his gaze, you expected to be met with that same heartbreaking look of alarm, though your eyes widened as they were met with a brand-new air of confidence.

“I will be-” he swallowed, the corners of his lips hinting at a smirk, “-right back.” he nodded, before effortlessly jumping over the fence in a way you didn’t think he was capable of. Little to your knowledge, John also had no idea he was capable of such a stunt, but then again, he’d never been in the situation of kissing the object of his affection before running head first towards danger, and when he thought about it like that, it didn’t feel as farfetched.

You shivered the second that the warmth of John’s face left your presence, though your cheeks were still radiating immense heat as your whole body continued tingling with excitement. Biting your lip, you watched as he sauntered towards the barn, hearing him wordlessly pant with each step over the comms.

“Somehow, it’s still way easier for me to believe that we’re about to go kill an extraterrestrial amber-fluid-leaking cow than believing that really just happened right in front of me.”

“Oh go fuck yourself, Pissmaker.”

[mayhem24-7forever]

Rage Becomes Him - Prologue: Homecoming

Dark!Rick Flag/Lazarus Pit!Rick Flag x Reader

Series Summary: After Colonel Rick Flag dies, Amanda Waller dumps him in the Lazarus pit and resurrects him. But she quickly realized that the soldier that had been sent to Corto Maltese to die was not the same one that walked out of the Lazarus pit. Loyal, friendly, patriotic Colonel Rick Flag was gone and in his place was a cold, rage-filled demon who becomes uncontrollable. And when he gets loose, his first stop on his revenge tour is Evergreen, Washington and a certain “hero” living there…

Author’s Notes: This series is gonna be DARK! There will be major character deaths and very mature themes throughout. Minors, this series is NOT for you, please respect my wishes and do not read this. I deserve a safe place to express myself just as much as you do. This series is based off of an idea I made in this post and then in this edit with encouragement from @edwardbaldwin and the amazing and spectacular @a-reader-and-a-writer​ who also came up with Dark!Rick’s vigilante name and beta read this for me. Thank you so much! Lovely dividers by @silkholland​

Content Warnings: DARK AND MATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE WORK! In this chapter: descriptions of violence and a canon death, near-drowning, the consequences of the military industrial complex, Waller being Waller which is a huge TW in itself, nudity, resurrection

Amanda Waller sat at her desk, staring at the files from the Corto Maltese mission. It had been a month since the operation and she was still furious. Of the fourteen members she had sent to the small island country, nine were dead, one had been placed in a coma in the hospital, and the other four had used a hard drive of sensitive government information to barter for their freedom, not to mention the handlers that had betrayed her and needed to be punished. She had already arrested one of them, sending the other two to work on a special project for her in Washington with the injured, but alive and still loyal member, still in the hospital. She didn’t care about any of the deaths, they were all expendable to her, including the team’s commander and only non-criminal member: Colonel Rick Flag. It was more the principle of the thing, four of her best recruits were now off-limits and the rest of her cannon-fodder had been used up in a single mission. It would take a lot of whatever desperate enough criminals she could get to sign up to equal even half of the four soldiers she had lost.

She needed something to offset this betrayal, a soldier that would be skilled enough to do what she needed them to do and loyal enough to not betray her like the others, at least until she could find enough powerful metahumans to fill out the team. Fortunately, she had just the person in mind: a highly skilled soldier that had been able to keep up with and even control the large team of metahumans despite being a non-enhanced human. His loyalty had always been steadfast and although he had slipped up during the Corto Maltese mission, it was nothing that couldn’t be easily rectified with a little conditioning. Unfortunately, he was deceased, his corpse still somewhere in the ruins of the Jotunheim lab.

She pondered the situation, considering how she could solve this “little” issue of him being dead. An idea struck her suddenly and she smirked. It was dangerous, not for her of course, and it was as of yet untested, but if it worked she’d have her perfect little soldier back and better than ever. She sent a message off to the workers clearing the debris of the destroyed lab to focus all efforts on retrieving the body from the rubble as soon as possible. Then she pulled up a file on her laptop, locating a phone number and beginning to dial on her desk phone. She sat back in her chair as it rang, a grin on her face when the line connected.

“Mr. al Ghul… I believe it’s time to collect that favor you owe me for keeping you out of prison…” she began, pleased with herself.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” The words echoed in his head. It was his voice, but it sounded so far away. The world was black, there was nothing and he was nowhere.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” There it was again, his disembodied voice floating from afar, but a little closer that time. The world was still black but for a moment, it wasn’t. For a moment, he was somewhere else, somewhere he knew but couldn’t remember. Gray dust. Rusted metal. Stained white tile.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” Closer again. The flash was back, cutting through the black for a little bit longer and he could hear something. Grunts and groans. Water running. Porcelain scratching on concrete. Suddenly, he could feel. A metal pipe. Water on the floor. A red hard drive. Warm blood. A salty metallic taste in his mouth. Pain.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” Closer again, this time as if it was right in front of him, ringing in his ears. Pain overloaded the other senses as the black flashed in and out, losing the battle. The pain was everywhere, radiating through every cell of his body. It was excruciating and he wanted to scream but nothing happened. The black seeped out and the flash became his world.

He was in the strange room with the dust, metal, and tile. It was the basement laboratory of a secret facility in Corto Maltese. He was seated atop a man, who struggled and grunted as a metal pipe is held down on his throat. He was going to kill the man, pushing down harder and harder as he struggles for air. Then a sharp pain in his chest, in his heart. The air was knocked from his lungs, the metal pipe falling to the floor. He looked down and saw a shard of porcelain lodged right into his heart. Warm blood was seeping from it. The man was looking up at him, a strange expression on his face. Regret? Pity?

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” he muttered and the man looked hurt. And then everything was black again…

And then it wasn’t. The world was blurry, distorted and a sickly green. He opened his mouth to breathe and found it filled with acidic liquid that burned his lungs. He breached the surface, spitting out the acid and taking a huge breath of air. It was stale but he didn’t care. There was a green glow to the liquid around him, and he couldn’t see anything through it. He tried to keep himself afloat so he could breathe but his body was slow to his commands and he felt heavy. A hand grabbed his arm, then another hand on the other and he was hauled upwards and dropped on hard ground. On his knees, he tried to catch himself by putting his hands out but only succeeded in falling onto them, the dirt clinging to his wet skin. The air was cold, he was drenched, and without clothes, he started to shiver immediately. He was still heaving in breaths, his eyes looking down at a small, jagged red scar on his chest, right on his heart. The green liquid still dripped from his body, a texture somewhere between water and slime as it pooled below him, turning the dirt to mud.

The clacking sound of heels approached and a pair of red shoes came to a stop just in front of him. Still panting and shivering, he pushed himself off his arms to look up at the figures he was kneeling in front of, two soldiers standing as straight as boards on either side of a woman wearing clothes suited for an office. He knew her but her eyes had a spark of twisted joy in them and her smirk felt more menacing than usual.

“Welcome back, Colonel Flag.” Amanda Waller said. “Your country needs you…”

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Peacemaker: Anti-Hero, Sad Sack...Daddy?

Murn's morning had already been difficult. He was down to his last jar of nectar, extending his tongue out to eat when his phone rang startling the butterfly and making him drop the jar. He sighed, grabbing the device to see Harcourt calling him.

"What is it?" The man snapped, trying to salvage the jelly.

"Ugh well....we have a situation." She spoke, the sounds of the rest of the team could be heard in the background.

"What kind of situation?"

"The Vigilante is pregnant kind." Murn blinked.

"Is that it?"

"What do you mean "is that it"?"

"Well from what I've found out about you humans this is a rather common thing for you."

"Only people with a uterus can have babies."

"So?"

"Vigilante doesn't have one. And it's getting bigger."

"...I'll be right there. Don't let him do anything stupid."

"I can only do so much."

"You know what I mean."

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"It looks human." Adebayo said as she took the helmet off. "Well I mean as human as this kind of thing can look."

"That's not the problem," Harcourt said as she returned to the room. "The problem is the exponential rate is growing at."

"Y'know now that you mention it, the spandex is getting a little tight." Vigilante said as he lifted the shirt up. Economos gagged as he saw the stomach. "Should probably invest in some maternity clothes." Emilia made a face as she sighed.

"Have you even thought about where it's going to come out of?"

"Well...no..."

"We're probably going to have to cut out." Peacemaker suggested.

"Excuse you? We're not cutting out our baby." Adrian said aghast. Peacemaker made a face.

"Our baby? What makes it "our" baby?"

"Well you're the last person I slept with." This made everyone's eyes turn to Peacemaker. Adebayo raising an eyebrow.

"Well I, ugh, there was a lady there too!"

"Yeah but she didn't stick her-"

"Vigilante, for the love of everything, please stop. I do not want to hear about your and Peacmaker's sex life." Adebayo interrupted the man.

"Well I kind of do." Economos spoke. Adebayo shot her co-worker a look. "What? If it got Vigilante pregnant-"

"I did not get Vigilante pregnant!" Peacemaker shouted.

"Shhh, don't listen to him." Vigilante patted his stomach. "He's just not ready yet."

"What has my life become?" Peacemaker groaned as he leaned against the wall. "My dad's going to kill me."

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I was going to write how I don't get your passion for Vigilante nor do I get your ships with Chris, but instead I offer you:

Shipping Chris with Economos.

First of all they are the same age. Chris is trying to leave his life as an assassin behind him, and wants to connect with people in a different way. He doesn't know how to speak to men if not to bully them so he has been trying to connect with John the wrong way. He cried when he realised that he was pushing John away because "that's what I do, push people away". It took Leota's intervention to him to be able to finally speak to Economos without bullying him. And it turned out they both liked the same niche group of glam rock.

John, as we know in the final episode, has been trying to date women with no success. He also has low self-esteem and doesn't seem to find his place in the world. He tries to speak with Peacemaker and to follow his joke-bullying, but can't really, he is sensitive and old for that game. He hasn't figured out yet why he doesn't fit with his peers (outside of this organisation and friendships) nor why can't he bond with women. He is fully deep in the closet. But this experience forces him out of the office, out of the computer and into fighting and facing some fears.

Why would Peacemaker like a 25 year old kid who is into murdering people for his own concept of morality when Chris is trying to leave that life behind? He is tired of fighting, of killing, of showing off his masculine male side, he doesn't have time nor energy to follow this energetic (and sociopathic) young man. John Economos, on the other hand, is calm and peaceful, comfortable on his hobbies and avoids killing people when necessary. He didn't snap back at his bullying, they never fight and they never compete, and he knows the lyrics for Chris' favourite songs.

Chris is used to thinking women as emotional support, so it is only natural that he thinks Harcourt is his crush. She kicks ass, literally and is a woman, he could get vulnerable. But he is learning to be vulnerable on his own. And sure, his relationships with men have been shaped by his father, another bully, but Adrian and John are proving they could be different. John has seen him cry and has given him space to do so, without mocking him.

John has proved more than once that he can be strong and worthy, he has kicked ass too and has been appreciated for his ideas and his musical taste. And Chris has been there to see him, to congratulate him. He used to mock him for his dye-beard, but he celebrated him when he killed that butterfly with a chainsaw, and he sang along with him the lyrics of his childhood.

It won't be a romantic experience that looks like in the movies. They are not teenagers, and they have seen too many things already. But they are both looking for peace and quiet, to be understood, to have a place to be vulnerable and to have someone to love and take care of, to enjoy whatever little things they enjoy.

They got back to their lives, but John looks at the picture more and more and thinks he felt young and happy, appreciated. He suddenly had a talent and someone to go to concerts with. Is he dreaming with that possibility? Taking Chris to a Hanoi Rock concert? Wouldn't it be cool the two of them together? It is a weird thought to have. He never thought of going with a boyfriend (a friend that is a boy, not a boyfriend boyfriend. Or is it? It can't be. Can it?). But he remembers there was a boy in his class once that (no, he was just a nice kid, what am I thinking) and that time a cousin he barely sees offered him a beer at a bar (he was just being nice and i was drunk). Plus, there's Harcourt. Chris likes her. He is a 40 year old man who hasn't had sex for the longest time, why would Chris even pay attention to him? Is this a thought John is really having?

And Chris is home alone, sometimes he calls Leota, plans to visit her in Gotham, cannot really put himself to do it. Adrian comes often, he speaks way too much. And Emilia is so beautiful and kind, but he noticed that, after opening up with Leota and chatting with her, Harcourt is cool, she really is, and very hot, but more like a sister? She understand him but they are both broken in their own way and she looks at him funny whenever he plays his vinyls. If only John was there, he knows the lyrics! He was in a concert, he knows how cool these guys are! Leota has started to suspect there is something going on in Chris' head, but is observant so far, only comments it with her wife. But Chris has mentioned John again, "like that time, he had to tell Adrian I was crying, he noticed that!". Leota suggests him to give John a call, go have drinks or something, "that's what friends do, Chris, you wanted friends, didn't you?"

So Chris checks on John one day. First time they open a private chat, usually they speak in the group chat Harcourt created. "Hey what's up" very casual, they're just friends, right (both of them think). Chris sends a picture of all the vinyls he has. "I just bought this one on a yard sale for 1 dollar, can you believe it?" Back to Mistery City by Hanoi Rocks, unbelievable. Little by little, they speak about the songs they like, what they've been doing that day, the plans for the weekend. "Talk to you, John" closes Chris, late at night. He had never called him John before that.

So John goes to work with a new shirt he barely wears because he used to think it made him look like an old man who wants to be young (plus he is too fat for it), but this morning he felt it made him look as young as he feels. Emilia notices and comments. He said he was in a good mood. And his mood is overall better, he looks overall better too. He cut his hair a bit, dyed his hair his natural colour and cut it a bit. "Are you in love?" she asks jokingly and he blushes and hides in his office.

Chris and John speak often, always casually, nothing too deep, but sometimes for hours. They have even watched a couple of movies together online, and they obviously hang out with the rest of the group on their days off (but never just the two of them). Every once in a while, Chris reminds John that he has an album home to show him, it even has they lyrics and pictures from the group. Chris also hooks up with some women every once in a while which makes John feel a bit insecure and retreat.

John has created a Spotify list of glam rock that he shared with Chris and Chris loved it. He said he plays it when he trains in the mornings. John gets a chill down his spine at the thought of it. He's never felt that before. Not even when that beautiful girl he liked accepted to go on a date with him. He spends the rest of the weekend half angry at these feelings, half pleased. He is not dead inside. Is Harcourt right? He keeps shaking that thought out even though it is yelling inside of him. The worst part (the best?) is that he feels desirable, even as fat and old as he is, even if he is just making it all up in his head. "I'm too naive, and this is stupid".

Leota keeps pointing Chris towards his feelings. She doesn't have that level of confidence with John and doesn't want to tell Emilia, just in case she is wrong after all. She knows what it is to understand that you like someone of your own gender, to come to terms with your own sexuality and feelings.

Chris knows what Leota is doing but John is just a mate, a buddy. He doesn't even come to listen to the album. What other plans might John like? He wonders sometimes. Sometimes he would like John to come train with him even though he knows John is not as athletic nor he wants to be (nor Chris wants him to be, it turns out, to his surprise, that he finds John is perfectly fine, he feels safe with him around, his soft and big body seem comforting and welcoming, he has never felt that for anyone before). Maybe John could come pick him up after his jogging and they could go to a bar or something. Maybe to a concert. There could be a concert they both like. That would be fun, wouldn't it? It is something two friends do. He doesn't even mention this to Leota, why would she need to know? Just bros being bros (maybe they could hug, it would be nice to hug John, maybe they could kiss, it would be nice to kiss John. John. The name fits him, a big name for a big man). Just a thing to do with a friend.

And he found a concert. And he couldn't find the words but sent a picture of the poster. John didn't know how to reply, so he sent !!!!!! "Can you come? Do you have to work, mate?" (keep it casual, Chris). "I can make it, it's a Friday, it'll be fine". John feels like a teenager and so does Chris. "Look at me, being an idiot at 45".

They meet at the stadium. It has taken them months. It's the first time is the two of them together and alone. Chris had to lie to Adrian, who noticed he had been weird the whole week, a bit distant, a bit distracted, as if he had a date??? Who with? He texted Leota and Leota shut up. She doesn't know about the concert, but she hopes for the best. She asks Chris subtly and notices he is evading her questions. John had to pretend he was like he always is but Emilia and other colleagues have been noticing a change for a while. And they are finally together, along with thousands of people after a couple of hours drive.

"It is stupid that I'm so nervous" "This is just a concert of old times rock" they keep repeating themselves, along with their own insecurities. Always somewhere far, in the back of their heads "why would he ever like me, a cool man like him" almost impossible to discern with all the rest, but each of them with a list of what they like in that cool man. They avoid looking at each other's face at the beginning, men don't do that (do they?), they don't speak much. But Chris starts speaking about the group, and how he found the concert, and he tries to make one of the bully jokes he used to do and apologises when he sees John's face in pain ("why would i do that"). And John has some trivia about the group and the style itself. John knows so many things, he has read a lot, he has spoken to a lot of people. And Chris has some anecdotes about this adventures and he has traveled so much, met so many interesting superheroes.

When the concert is over, they had danced and sang, and even grab each others arms (and it felt like they belonged). They were suddenly full of energy and they kept talking about the best bits, all the anecdotes. They go for diner, a kebab, and walk a bit to get the alcohol out before driving (not for the company). And they each had a car. "Well, next time I'll pick you up so you don't have to drive so far" says Chris. John really feels like he is floating. He is not used to this. They stay in front of each other. "I still have to listen to that album" he manages to say at least. "Come any time you want, you know I don't have a job now". Chills again. And Chris comes to hug him, clumsily, manly, not very comforting and not very long. But enough.

John really was nice to hug, he was soft and warm. It was a second but he wished it had been longer (and maybe with less clothes). These thoughts were really getting to him. Not many men had made him feel like this. Not many people really.

He stopped mentioning John to Leota and Leota started to think she had been wrong or that something had happened. But they looked closer when they were all together. They had inner jokes, shared anecdotes. When have these two started to spend time together?

John went the week after the concert to listen to the album and he brought a home made pie. "I started cooking after I realised I couldn't keep on living alone like a bachelor. I like eating tasty food, so I started preparing tasty food". Chris started to think about John cooking for him on weekends, waiting for him with food after his training. This idea both horrified him and tempted him.

Suddenly, every weekend they had something to do. A place to visit, a concert to listen, a movie to watch. And they were more and more comfortable with each other. And they were also more and more confused and attached, tempting and distant, beautiful and denied. Adrian noticed first and confronted Chris out of jealousy. Chris pushed back, said he was imagining things. But Chris is too honest with himself to know Adrian was right. He had to ask Leota what to do, even though he know exactly what to do.

They met this time at John's place. He had a dvd of a Hanoi Rock concert. Chris was way too nervous when he got there, the trip had been superlong superfar (it would have been even if it was just around the corner). John was confused and thought he had done something wrong. After a dinner in silence, John apologised and Chris stopped him. Just like in a movie, Chris grabbed John hand (nobody had ever touched his hand) to tell him he hadn't do anything wrong. And they noticed the hand and they look at each other. "I like you, John. I do"

It was clumsy, very clumsy. John couldn't believe it, even after they kissed slowly, after checking at every small movement if it was okay to get closer. Even after Chris caressed his arm. Chris wasn't nervous any more but John was, it was his first time after all and he was feeling all kind of feelings (happy, insecure, excited, confused, ashamed, anxious). Chris stopped. "Are you okay? Maybe this is not... Maybe I got it wrong? I'm sorry" "Nono, I'm okay. I'm just not used to... you know... this is not..." "But do you like it?" "I do, oh yes, but... I'm..."

And they kissed a bit more but they spoke a lot more. John needed more time to readjust and Chris wasn't in a hurry. They were both happy they had finally opened up and found each other. Who would have thought? And again, they weren't aware that they were both thinking the same thing.

[abbynx]

Eleventh Street Kids as things I have said

Genre: Crack

Warning: Swearing, me being an idiot, mentions of intentional starvation

A/N: There's nothing else to say.

Chris "Peacemaker" Smith

- "If it makes you feel better, I thought glockenspiel was a type of gun."

- "Imagine going down on Lucifer though..."

- *Having a breakdown in the bathroom and tries to hide the sounds of my crying by blasting sad songs in the shower when D!ck by starboi ft. Dona Cat* "Um, excuse me I'm trying set the perfect atmosphere for a breakdown—"

- "I know I'm an idiot, but I'm not always an idiot."

Adrian "Vigilante" Chase

- "We're demonic as fuck, but we have standards."

- "Fuck smoking, I like my vocal chords and lungs."

- "A hypocrite knows what a hypocrite knows. I should know, I'm a hypocrite."

Emilia Harcourt

- *When my friends do something embarrassing in public* "I do not know these people."

- *Gives advice to people but I myself don't follow my own*

- "This is stupid" *continues to do the stupid*

- "Go deep throat a cactus."

Leota Adebayo

- "I'm the least unstable among us and that's saying something."

- "I'm the therapist who needs a therapist."

- "Oh uh, I hope a himbo who is in need of emotional support doesn't appear on my front door."

John Economos

- *Reads a copious amounts of fanfiction until the crack of dawn* "I don't know why I'm so dizzy today. I'm gonna distract myself by reading more fanfiction."

- "I'm eating a three year old Graham cracker in the middle of the night after starving myself for a whole day, what do you want?"

- "I feel like sometimes my words come out as a dumb dialogue written by Riverdale writers."

Clemson Murn

- "Sometimes I feel so dumb but then I look at you guys and I feel so much better."

- "What even is socialising."

- "Aww. Good job." Says me with the most blank, unimpressed face and flat voice.

[multifandomfanficss]

Why Is This So Surprising?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

(With cameos from all of the 11th Street Kids)

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: The team sees a softer side to Adrian when his partner gets upset.

Warnings: Descriptions of something similar to a panic attack or autistic meltdown

A/N: So funny story this has actually been in my drafts for almost year and I forgot about it because I broke my phone the week I wrote it and got a new phone, but I’m thinking of maybe ending my hiatus and coming back soon. In the meantime I have some old fics I never posted. College and my mental health got in the way and I never got to finish some old WIPs, but I think I might finally be ready to pick them back up again! Hope you enjoy! ❤️🧜‍♂️❤️

You felt your breath catch in your throat as your lungs expand and contract trying to get air in. You were trying to forget about the mission you had just been on and you were having little success. You were able to push down your emotions on the car ride back to the old video store and you were currently staring at the piano, avoiding eye contact, in an effort to block out what Harcourt was saying. If you didn’t hear the debriefing it couldn’t be real, right? If you didn’t hear how terrible the mission went, it just simply didn’t happen. Sadly that wasn’t true. You found it getting harder for you to breathe. You pushed yourself up from your chair, getting ready to walk upstairs to be by yourself for a minute when you’re stopped by Harcourt.

“Where do you think you’re going? I didn’t say you could leave. This is important.” She starts.

“I don’t need a recap of this. Thanks.” You say, continuing upstairs, your voice cracking.

“Hey, (L/N), we all did things we aren’t proud of today-“

“You didn’t do what I did!” You yell at her. Suddenly the room starts spinning. It all just feels too real. You can feel everything and it’s too much. You hear a clock ticking, water rushing through pipes, feet slapping on the pavement outside, the click click clicking of heels, the electricity in the lights, the lights that just won’t stop flickering. You back up into a wall and slide down it, tears blocking your vision. You let a sob come out.

“What are we supposed to do?” Chris asks quietly, standing up and walking closer.

“I don’t fucking know! I’ve never seen them like this!” Harcourt whisper yells. Adebayo stands up and walks over to you, the rest of the team crowding around. They’re making it harder to breathe until you start hyperventilating.

“What can we do for you?” She asks.

“You guys can move the fuck over. Give them some space.” Adrian says, pushing his way through the crowd. “Somebody go get them some water.” He commands and John leaves the room to grab you a glass. “Are you pro touch or anti touch right now?” He asks, but you feel like you’re underwater. You feel like speaking is like moving through quicksand and you just can’t manage it. Adrian slowly puts his hand out towards you, like a wounded animal. He tries to take your hand in his and at first a little jumpy, you let him. He puts your hand over his chest and takes deep exaggerated breaths. “Follow my breathing, okay? In and out.” He instructs you and you breathe together. “You’re doing such a good job.” He praises. When your breathing becomes somewhat regulated Adrian moves so he’s sitting against the wall and you’re leaning against his chest. He’s giving you the pressure you so desperately need, as he sways with you. He brings you back to this planet. Slowly, gravity starts to feel normal again. Now that you can breathe a steady stream of tears starts to flow. He wipes them occasionally as you lay with your ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat drown out the other noises that were too loud. “It wasn’t your fault. You did your best. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” He reminds you. John hands him the glass of water. “Here, (Y/N), drink this. You need to stay hydrated.” Adrian reminds you, as you take the glass of water. It feels cool against your throat which had previously felt like fire. “Thank you.” Adrian says to John.

“You’re welcome.” John responds. The rest of the team just stares. They’ve been staring the whole time. You don’t even notice the stares and neither does Adrian. Your minds are on more important matters. You completely forget they’re there until they start to speak up.

“How did you know what to do?” Harcourt asks.

“What do you mean?” Adrian answers her question with another question.

“Well we didn’t even know what to do and you say you don’t have emotions.” John comments.

“I say I don’t have emotions like other people. That doesn’t mean I don’t have emotions. I just have them differently.” He clarifies.

“Well you clearly don’t know what to do when I’m crying.” Chris starts. He then clears his throat. “I mean if I had cried you wouldn’t know what to do. Because I never cry! Crying is for babies!” He adds. Adebayo gives him a look and Harcourt slaps him on the arm.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Harcourt whisper yells. You don’t take offense to his comment. You know he has masculinity issues.

“First of all crying is healthy. It’s a fundamental part of human nature. Second of all they’re my partner. We’ve slept in the same bed for over a year. I’d think I’d know how to take care of them. Why is this so surprising?” Adrian roles his eyes at the others while they shrug. Everyone has something to say, but they just decide to keep their mouths shut. As the tears start to slow, you shift in his arms, getting more comfortable. You don’t realize how tired you are until your eyes start to get heavy after you’ve made it to a comfortable position. You look up at him with pleading eyes.

“Can we go home now?” You ask.

“Of course, Babe.” He says, planting a kiss on the top of your head. Adrian moves you off of his lap, stands, and reaches out a hand for you to lift yourself up with. The others wish you well as you collect your things to go home.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to come in tomorrow. Get some rest…and Chase…I’m sorry we underestimated you.” Harcourt tells the both of you. You can’t see your boyfriend’s goofy smile in the dark of the night outside the video store, but you can hear it in his voice as he thanks Harcourt and bids his goodbye. When you get home Adrian puts you in his softest t-shirt and you climb into bed. He pulls you to lay on him and you don’t object. You enjoy the feeling of his chest rising and falling and the sound of his heartbeat. You like that you can hear it better now that his suit is off. It’s comforting. He’s comforting.

[multifandomfanficss]

Home Is Wherever You Are P6

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: When the device fails, you and Adrian go to a friend for help.

Warnings: mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language, homophobia

A/N: Sorry I skipped a week! It was a very intense and demanding week. I was actually getting lifeguard certified! Thank you guys for all of your support on this story. Enjoy!

“What the fuck do you mean he left?!” Harcourt yelled. She wanted you back just as badly as everyone else, but as the team leader she had to make the hard choices and she couldn’t afford to lose anyone else because of this mission.

“He’ll get there. He’ll find them and he’ll find a way back.” Economos sounds optimistic for once in his life.

“Since when have you become so optimistic?” She asks.

“I can be surprising!” John huffs.

September 13th, 1994

You wake up to an empty bed. It all must have been some fucked up dream. You had to get Gut and Chris out the door for school. Adrian should already be there. Diane would have driven him into his first day this morning. Your eyes blur with fresh tears about to drop as you rise from bed. Your vision clogged by tears, so you don’t see Adrian’s suit peaking out from under the bed. You trip over one oh his shin guards and hit the floor. You hear footsteps race up the stairs.

“Are you okay?” Adrian busts open the door.

“Yeah I’m fi- what are you wearing?” You look up to find your boyfriend in one of Diane’s old baking aprons.

“My mom’s apron.” He says as if that’s obvious.

“I mean why are you wearing it?” You question, as you start to stand up.

“Why? It’s because it’s floral and lacy and technically for a woman isn’t it? I didn’t think you’d been in the 90’s that long, but-“

“No, you can wear it, but like were you cooking…or…” You trail off.

“Sorry. I just spent too much time with teenage Chris.” He sighs

“He saw you?”

“Yeah and he kept calling me voice message guy. I don’t even know what that means.” He looks at you in confusion.

“Don’t worry about it! You know Chris! Always a dick!” You blush, trying to change the subject.

“He’s more of a dick than I remember. I made him breakfast and I didn’t even get a thank you! He just called me Nancy and left with Gut for school! That’s not even my name!” You pull him into your embrace.

“Baby, he’s calling you gay.”

“Okay? He’s not wrong. I am queer. I don’t just like girls. He’s queer too. What’s the point in bringing it up at breakfast?” Adrian questions.

“Well, I don’t think he’s fully come to terms with or maybe even realized that yet. He’s still technically living with his dad and it’s the 90’s. Everything is gay in a weird way. I know it sucks, but we have to allow time to breathe and change. We’re the ones out of our time here. We can go beat up homophobes and not mess up the timeline in our own time.” You kiss him. The 90’s are a shock to him since he doesn’t remember them very well. They were a shock to you too, but he’s just been thrown into it. You had over a week to adjust. It’s not pretty. Discrimination never is, but when you know better times are coming, you can’t do anything that could risk your better future. Home isn’t perfect, but it’s a little better than this. Fighting homophobia now would be like traveling back in time to fight segregation or women’s rights. It’s such a big fixed point in time that if you mess with it, you could change everything and you have no guarantee it would be for the better. People always talk about time travel like it’ll be wonderful. They never stop and think about all the awful responsibility that comes with it or how it affects your morality. “And before you get the idea no, you’re not killing his dad.”

“Why not?” Adrian asks.

“Because if you kill him that would affect history too much. We have no idea what that could do to Chris. We may never stop the butterflies or any other major threat in the future because maybe Chris didn’t become a hero or maybe he followed in his dad’s footsteps while mourning. Peacemaker as we know him would probably cease to exist. Do you know how many people he’s saved? They could all be dead. Emilia could be dead. That could start a whole different chain reaction. I wish we could kill Chris’ dad now, but who knows what kind of chaos that would cause to the timeline. We could completely break it.” You remind him.

“You’re right. Let’s just get out of here before we fuck anything else up.” He digs around in his pocket for the time travel grenades.

“Were those just in your pocket?” You ask.

“Yeah. I’m not an idiot (Y/N). I wasn’t gonna let them get lost or stolen.” He hands you one.

“Why does mine have a light on it?” You ask.

“It’s supposed to.” He informs you.

“Then why doesn’t yours have one?” You ask.

“Oh fuck! I thought I heard a crack when I sat on it earlier, but I was really hoping it was just the chair.” Your jaw drops to the floor as he gives you one of his famous Adrian Chase ‘I fucked up’ faces.

“Does that mean we’re stuck here?” You ask. He grabs his suit and starts going through all the pockets.

“It’s gonna be fine because Adebayo gave me a piece of paper with the address for the old ARGUS headquarters. They’re gonna help us which means under no circumstances do we need to freak out.” He reassures you.

“Oh shit! Adrian!”

“What?”

“No, not you. I’m sorry. Well, sort of you, but little you…I have to pick him up from preschool later. He has a half day today. I forgot. If I don’t do it nobody will.” You remind your boyfriend.

“What if we go, figure out a plan, pick up little me and go back later if need be. We need what? A battery? It can’t take that long.” Adrian suggests.

“Okay. You’re right we’ll probably be fine. You agree and head off to the address.

When you arrive there you find a little girl sitting on a bench doing homework. She’s all by herself outside of ARGUS headquarters.

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” You ask her.

“I’m homeschooled. My mommy says traveling with her is a better education.” She smiles, kicking her feet, filling in the next math problem.

“So you travel a lot?” You ask her. She nods.

“Where have you been?” Adrian asks her.

“I’ve been all over North America, most of Europe, and a ton of places in South America, but my mommy goes all over the world for work.” She tells you. You get a better look at her homework to see she’s doing math at a level that you assumed she was years away from. She looked like she was doing basic middle school math, but couldn’t be more than 7 or 8.

“Is that math hard?” You asked.

“Not really. It’s kinda boring though.” She shrugs.

“Woah! Looks like we have a little artist in our presence!” Adrian points at a dog she’d drawn in the corner of the page.

“I love dogs and I’m really good at drawing them! One day I’m gonna have so many!” She beams.

“Leota!” You hear her name being called from the doorway of the old ARGUS headquarters.

“You guys seem really nice maybe we can go exploring sometime together!” She says before running off.

Suddenly everything makes sense. Both you and Adrian proceed to laugh.

“Everyday this feels more and more like a fever dream.” You say, walking inside.

As soon as you walk in you start looking for any excuse to be there. Looking at the front desk person only ten steps away you didn’t plan this very well.

“Why did we think coming in here with no plan was a good idea?” Adrian asks you.

“It was your idea!” You remind him.

“You followed it!” He argues.

“It’ll be fine just think think think think think…” Your eyes scan the mailboxes in the entry way until you see one you recognize. No fucking way.

You pull Adrian up to the front desk.

“Who are you here to see?” They ask.

“We’re here to see John Economos.” You smile.

“And who should I say is here?” They ask.

“Some old friends and colleagues.”

The front desk person gives you a key card which will only let you take the elevator to John’s floor and gives you instructions on how to get there. When you arrive he isn’t ecstatic to see you, but that’s fair. He doesn’t even know you yet.

“You’re not my mom bringing my lunch.” He groans. John may only be 27, but his attitude is still the same.

“No, we’re not, but we need your help.” You start.

“Why should I help you?” He asks.

“Why shouldn’t you help us?” Adrian retorts.

“There are literally so many reasons. I’m not losing my job over this.”

“Trust me. You won’t.” Adrian laughs loudly over a joke that would go over John’s head.

“We have to tell him the truth.” You tell Adrian.

“What truth? I don’t even know you people.” John says.

“I thought you said nobody can know…”

“Well we kinda have to tell him about the time travel device in order for him to be able to fix it.” You remind him.

“So let me get this straight. You two nutcases think you’re time travelers?” John laughs.

“I can prove it! We’re friends and you have to believe me because I know you have an 11th Street Kids tattoo on your arm that you got at a Hanoi Rocks concert in Finland when you were 14!” You tell him.

“That’s not the most difficult thing to find out about me. It’s literally written on my skin.” He rolls his eyes.

“Well here’s a picture of us in the van and here’s a picture of you feeding Eagly. I actually took that one while you weren’t looking because you get annoyed when I say you like him. Here’s a pic-“

“That’s enough, Adrian!” You push his hands down, hiding his phone from John’s view.

“You’re the one who said we could tell him!” Adrian says, getting frustrated.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just worried about him learning too much about the future.”

“So what? I’m supposed to believe you because you just because you taught yourself the new Adobe Photoshop 3.0 to get ahead on your job resume? And then stuck it on what?…a digital frame?” John is annoyingly skeltical, but it is still his first year at ARGUS. He hasn’t seen everything his older self has yet. You sigh.

“Catch.” You toss him the broken device. “If you can fix this and send us home I promise we’ll be out of your hair for the next 28 years.”

“So who’s the idiot who broke it” Economos asks, looking it over.

“It’s not broken broken though, right? Can’t you just like recharge it?” You ask.

“Dude the power source is crushed. What did you do; sit on it?” John questions.

“…No” Adrian lies, poorly concealed behind an exaggerated expression.

“Can you fix it?” You’re hopeful.

“No, I can’t fix it. What do I look like? George Jetson? This is some weird power source that I’m pretty sure doesn’t even exist yet.” John says in his classic pessimistic tone. Good to think some things never change.

“Well then how do you know it’s the power source?” Adrian challenges him.

“There’s an on/off button” John says, bluntly.

“We’re never getting home…” You sigh. Adrian picks up your hand as a gentle reminder everything would be okay. It was something you two often did when he saw you becoming a bit anxious and you needed something to anchor yourself. At least you had him back.

“Well I might not be able to fix it, but I could probably amplify the field of one device to be able to take two people, but it would take a little bit of time.”

“How long is a little bit? I have to pick up the kid I nanny from preschool.” You ask Economos, concerned about Adrian’s younger self.

“Oh no! You can’t just dip on me. I’m not putting my job at any further risk for a 3 year old.”

“Well that 3 year old grows up to be 30 and meets you and then proceeds saves your life more than once, so I’d rethink that. Without that 3 year old most of us would probably be dead.” You defend Adrian.

Your adult boyfriend proudly smiles and waves at your younger friend.

“Gross! You’re nannying your fucking boyfriend?!” Economos is appalled.

“I didn’t have a lot of choices, okay!” You defend yourself.

“Yeah, tell that to Freud!” Economos laughs at his own joke.

“We’re not going back in time again. We’re trying to go forward in time.” Adrian missed John’s joke, but to be fair his tone has apparently never in his life been easy to read.

“He’s using a figure of speech, babe.” You smile, squeezing his hand. “I have to go pick up his younger self at preschool. Are you gonna help us or not?” You ask.

“Come back by tonight and I should have this all figured out. Let’s just hope for everyone’s sake, my theory works.”

[multifandomfanficss]

Adrian Chase/Vigilante Peacemaker Masterlist by multifandomfanficss

ALL WARNINGS ARE LISTED IN THE ORIGINAL POSTS

Drunken Confessions: Adrian takes care of a drunk gn!reader.

Need Some Help?: Adrian helps afab!reader clean their depression room.

Who Do I Need To Kill?: Adrian comforts gn!reader when they’re upset because they did’t get into the play they auditioned for.

Safe In His Arms: After saving gn!reader from being tortured by their kidnapper, Adrian has to keep them awake long enough to get them to the hospital.

Why Don’t You Ask Me On A Date First?: Fem!Reader takes care of a drunk Adrian.

You Can’t Get Rid Of Me That Easily: Adrian goes missing on a mission and gn!reader panics that they may never be able to tell him how they truly feel about him.

Please Don’t Be Dead: This fic follows the events of episode 7 through the eyes of gn!reader who is Adrian’s significant other.

I Hate Horror Movies: Adrian comforts gn!reader significant other after they get scared watching a horror movie.

Please Don’t Be Dead (Pt. 2): This is a part 2 to Please Don’t Be Dead, but you don’t have to read Please Don’t Be Dead first if you don’t want to. They can both be read separately. This fic follows Adrian’s gn!reader significant other through episode 8.

We’re All Afraid Of Something: Chris and Adrian take a gn!reader to a Haunted House. They try to hide how scared they are for fear the guys will make fun of them.

Rock Paper Scissors: Adrian and a gn!reader get stuck sharing a motel room with only one bed after the reader loses a game of Rock Paper Scissors to Harcourt and Adebayo.

Green Eyes: After knowing Vigilante for the past six years gn!reader finally finds out his real name and what he looks like when they join a task force made to save the human race from aliens. This follows episode 4 where the reader is Adrian’s best friend, another costumed hero.

The Best Boyfriend Ever: Adrian takes care of gn!reader who’s sick with a stomach bug.

My Favorite Distraction: Adrian helps calm down and distract a claustrophobic gn!reader while trapped in a wardrobe on a mission. 

The Boss: After declaring he’s “the boss” on a mission, Adrian’s girlfriend becomes angry with him and decides to annoy him by doing every little thing he says in a very exaggerated way. In the end he just wants his girlfriend back to her normal self and she’s a little sick of the routine. What better way to say “I forgive you” than taking a bullet for someone, right? This is Adrian x Fem!Reader. 

Unmasked: You’re a costumed crime fighter who runs into Vigilante on the streets one night. He seemed so familiar. You don’t know why until you join the 11th Street Kids on a mission to take down Goff. This follows episode 3 with a Fem!Reader.

No, Stupid. I Like You.: You’re very good friends with Chris and Adrian, but Adrian gets jealous when Chris flirts with you. He tries to flirt too, but he doesn’t receive the reaction he hoped for. This is Adrian x Male!Reader.

Happy Anniversary: Adrian avoids you all day, only for you to come home to find a surprise for your wedding anniversary. This is Adrian x GN!Reader.

Get A Room: When you fall asleep on Adrian after a mission, he carries you to your room and spends the night. The two of you are teased by the entire team. This is Adrian x GN!Reader.

Just Shut Up and Hold Me: You ponder changing your major and your roommate Adrian awkwardly comforts you in a time of stress and depression. This is Adrian x GN!Reader. This is a College AU.

Why Is This So Surprising?: The team sees a softer side to Adrian as he helps his partner calm down when they get upset in front of the team after a bad mission. This is Adrian x GN!Reader.

You Gotta Get Better At Lying: You’re a civilian with a superhero boyfriend. It was working out pretty well for you both until one day when you’re hanging out in his best friend’s trailer and you get stuck in the crossfire. Angst with a happy ending. This is based on episode 6. This is Adrian x GN!Civilian!Reader.

More Than I’m Willing To Lose: After Project Butterfly ARGUS decided to make some new additions to the team. You and Adrian have been secretly, hopelessly in love with each other for a year now, but are unaware of the other person’s feelings. Tired of waiting for Adrian, you decide to go on a date with someone else that doesn’t end very well. This is Adrian x GN!Reader. Multi-part/Complete.

Home Is Wherever You Are: After accidentally time traveling to the year 1994 you try to lay low until you’re rescued, so you don’t change the future. When an overworked newly divorced waitress asks you if you would like to nanny her kids and their friend in exchange for food and a place to sleep you wonder what’s the worst one family could do to effect the timeline. You never expected to find your boyfriend’s 3 year old self, his 12 year old brother, 13 year old Christopher Smith. This is Adrian x GN!Reader w/ platonic!Chris. Multi-Part/Complete.

Stuck With You: When the team sticks their newest member with Vigilante, everyone feels bad for you, but you’re grateful to have him around when you run into something from your past and lose your cool. This is Adrian x GN!Reader.

You Look Like Shit: Adrian helps you calm down at the end of a stressful work week. This is Adrian x GN!Reader.

F*ck You?: Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him. This is Adrian x GN!Reader.

Adrian x Autistic!Reader Headcanons

ALL WARNINGS ARE LISTED IN THE ORIGINAL POSTS

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After Today, I Know.

Chris Smith/Peacemaker x Reader

Peacemaker Masterlist

Request: “chris x reader where they are fighting his dad and the reader gets injured and Peacemaker just goes beserk. Afterwards he tells them how he feels and they kiss?”

Thank you so much @razzlerdazzler for the request!

Warnings: Cannon Typical Violence, White Supremacists, Guns, Explosives, Injury

A/N: This fic follows the events of Episode 7, so don’t read if you haven’t seen it yet! I hope you enjoy!! ❤️

One second you were dancing in the van with Chris, John, and Adrian and the next second you were laying on your back in a haze. The van had somehow tipped over. Had you crashed? It did more the just crash. It was was like the van flew, like it was pushed by something big and powerful.

“(Y/N)?” Chris called your name breaking you from your thoughts.

“(Y/N)?!” He repeated again, louder when you didn’t answer.

“I’m here. I’m okay.” You tell him.

“Thanks for worrying about the rest of us. I’m fine too, thanks. What the fuck was that?” John spits out, climbing from the driver’s seat. You stand on what used to be the wall and is now the floor, trying to catch your breath as something pounds at what was the floor and is now the wall. You grab Chris’ arm to steady yourself as the van shakes. He pushes himself in front of you when a hand breaks through the metal.

“Dad?” Chris questions once he sees the man responsible.

“Oh fuck.” Adrian let’s out. It’s then that you remember what had happened not too long ago when Adrian got himself arrested to try to kill Chris’ dad. Adrian was right. You guys were totally fucked.

“What are you doing?” Chris questions.

“What I should have done long ago.” The White Dragon says before blasting something out of his suit at the three of you. Chris pulls you to the side with him as your separate from Adrian. He’s about to take you out when Adrian grabs a gun and starts shooting him, giving you, John, and Chris time to get out of the way. Chris’s dad backs out of the van. Adrian follows him, continuing to shoot. It all happens too fast. Suddenly Adrian is throwing a grenade between himself and Chris’ dad.

“Vig!” Chris screams and you put yourself between him and Adrian.

“Peacemaker, (Y/N), we gotta go!” John yells through ringing ears.

“He’s right. Adrian’s tough. He can make it through this. He gave us the chance we need to escape. We’ll meet up with him later.” You beg. The truth was you were terrified. You didn’t know if your friend was dead or alive, but you needed to get Chris out of there. If Adrian died just for you guys to die a few seconds later it would be for nothing. Not to mention, you had strong feelings for Chris and you would do anything to keep him safe, even lie to him about Adrian’s condition. You grabbed Chris’ hand, pulling him into the woods. His grip didn’t loosen even when you were hiding crouched behind a tree. You only separated long enough for him to tie his helmet to a wild raccoon. It was painful to watch, but you had to admit it was a smart plan to send his father and that stupid tracker on a wild goose chase.

Chris was pretty quiet unless he was answering John’s comments…a little too quiet. It was unlike him. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was focused, but you did know better. He was scared and rightfully so. He didn’t know if his best friend was alive or dead and his dad was out for his head. You were scared too, but you couldn’t imagine the phases of grief he was going through. You checked to make sure Economos wasn’t looking before taking Chris’ hand in your own again. You squeezed lightly, letting him know you were there for him. You continued walking until you heard something. Music.

“Do you hear that?” You asked.

“Your ears are probably still ringing. I know mine are.” John complained before you punched him in the arm.

“No, I hear it too.” Chris started to follow the noise. You followed after him to find a red car with a familiar black and teal suit in the driver’s seat.

“I told you we’d fine him.” You smiled, relieved that Adrian was okay. Chris ran up to Adrian and started knocking on the door.

“The door!” He yelled, trying to get Adrian to wake up and unlock the car. After pleading with him for a little bit he woke up from his unconscious state and opened the door. You all piled into the car.

“Hey! I’m going!” You say as John pushes you.

“Ow my asshole!” John exclaimed as you listened to Eagly’s familiar squawk.

“What the fuck dude?! What the fuck’s wrong with your bird?!” He exclaimed while still being pecked.

“Bad, Eagly! Stop it!” Chris tried to correct him.

“Let’s just get the fuck out of here!” You begged. Adrian turned up the music.

“What are you doing, Man?” Chris asks him.

“There’s no wrong time to rock, Motherfucker.” Adrian smiles.

“Now is. This is the wrong time to rock.” Chris says as he puts the car in reverse. There’s so much going on you think your head could explode. You’re not sure if it’s a concussion from the crash or if you’re just that overwhelmed.

The car ride is short lived once you find out Adrian had taken the rest of the very trackable helmets and put them in the back of the car.

“I didn’t know! I thought they were expensive!” Adrian tries to defend himself.

“I gotta pee so fucking bad.” Adrian declares before going into the woods to pee.

“Fuck!” Chris says with frustration.

“He was just trying to help.” You remind him as you run a hand up and down his arm to calm him.

“I know. I know.” He says, taking a deep breath. While Chris went to get rid of the helmets you tried to help John get Eagly back in the car.

“Want some chips, huh? Yum yum!” John tries to lure him. You laugh.

“What about this is funny to you?” He asks.

“Excuse me for trying to find SOMETHING to smile about during this shitty day which could be the last day of our lives!” You say before you start to hear yelling. You both look up to see Chris running from his dad’s white supremacist friends. John crawls through the car and back into the woods as you start to check the car for weapons. You find a bat in the backseat and start to bash some white hoods in. You’re doing pretty well until Chris’ dad comes out of nowhere and shoots you with his beams. You fly through the sky and when you land the wind is knocked out of you. You cry as your shoulder hits the pavement. Next you see Eagly hit the ground.

“I’ll kill you, Motherfucker!” Chris screams before running at top speed towards his father. He starts beating into his helmet.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch them again. You want to kill me? Fucking do it. Don’t touch the person I-“ You listen to Chris’ voice until you blackout.

When you wake up you’re in a veterinary hospital. You look around to see posters of animals and medical equipment. You look down to see your arm is wrapped in a makeshift sling. They were probably running pretty low on human medical supplies, considering this was a place for animals. When you look to your side you see Chris, hunched over in his chair, crying.

“Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll never flirt with anyone ever again. Just please wake up.” He begs.

“Woah, that’s a pretty big commitment.” You laugh, before it turns into a cough. You feel like you’re gasping for air.

“Take it easy.” He warns, taking your hand in his and rubbing small circles against your skin.

“What happened?” You ask.

“My dad. He- he hit you and you blacked out. I had no other choice…I had to…” He falls silent, trying to choke back tears. You understand.

“I’m sorry.” You say softly.

“I had to. He would have killed all of us. He would have killed you.” You watch the tears begin to fall again after that last sentence.

“I’m here. I’m safe. You saved me.” You remind him.

“I don’t think I can go through that again. I can’t lose you, (Y/N).” He says, taking a deep breath.

“It’s okay. I’m fine.” You say.

“But what if you weren’t?” He asks.

“(Y/N), I- I think I love you.” He admits.

“No, I know I love you. After today, I know.” He corrects himself. You sit there trying to process everything.

“Please say something. Something along the lines of ‘Oh, Chris. You’re so sexy. Of course I love you.’ would be preferable.” He jokes. You know he’s only half kidding and if you said something along those lines he would be more than pleased. You’re honestly speechless so you decide not to use your words. Unable to push yourself up just yet, you grab the collar of his suit, pulling him down to meet you. When your lips crash it’s gentle, but it still manages to take your breath away. You melt into each other. When you pull away for air, Chris rests his forehead on yours.

“Oh, Chris. You’re so sexy. Of course I love you.” You mock him.

“But seriously. I love you too.” You smile, meeting him for another kiss.

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I just wrote a new chapter in the relationship between John Economos and Chris Smith, so if you liked these two, go for it and see how I manage with my English writing skills and my learning how AO3 works.

Today, we'll see how they tell the others. The scoop is out!

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can you do more meta about emilia harcourt sometime? i loved your post about how she's like peacemaker or bloodsport in her own way

Shit. I wrote a super interesting thing, but Tumblr broke and I lost most of it :(

I now have 2 things to write about Emilia, we'll see if one of them stays in headcanon or turns into fanfiction, but let's go for the Bloodsport-Peacemaker connection.

I had written this, in this other post: She is like Peacemaker or Bloodsport, literally. She is what would have been of them if instead of becoming assassins the way their father trained them, they left for good, joined the army/special forces instead and ended up being civil servants of sorts, using their highly specific set of skills in not killing people directly (but helping to kill people indirectly).

The series Peacemaker have lots of character who mirror each other or that can be understood as different moments of the life of each character. Bloodsport isn't even mentioned in the series, I think, but I think it fits Harcourt's narrative.

Peacemaker is the beginning. In the series, he is learning that he actually doesn't enjoy what he is doing. He is discovering why he started doing what he does and making peace with some of it. He is also discovering that he is human and has feelings, that he wants friends and affection, that he could (maybe?) be a good person, after all. He is opening up.

Bloodsport is the half-way through. He soon knew what his father made of him, he didn't like it. He doesn't know another way of doing things but he can push people away to protect them because he doesn't think he is a good person (he may also be pushing them away to protect himself, to not get attached to anyone, this is a thing the three of them do). He has known love, or at least care, infatuation, affection... He broke ties with his family but kept doing what he knew how to do.

Harcourt, while she hasn't healed perfectly, is aware of her family situation, is aware of what she has done in life and keeps on doing, but she also refuses to make it her whole life. She doesn't know how to include other things in her life, but she can be friendly, she knows she can be good sometimes. She even knows how to make friends and tries to do it. She bonded with Economos while working with him. She created the chat group. She enjoys drinking alone, but she knows she needs people in her life.

The three of them are also broken and kind of know it. They also know that, since they are already broken, they can put it up for good use so that other people don't have to go through what they go through. Someone has to be the killer, someone has to make the difficult decisions, they already know how to. Actually, Peacemaker just got to this (in his head, he didn't make decisions, just followed orders), Harcourt fully embodies it.

Peacemaker hasn't fully realised it yet, but Harcourt and Bloodsport have: they look at innocent people with nostalgia. Harcourt looks at Leota and remember what she was like or what she could have been. Emilia may not like her, but she also could become for Leota the guide and support that she had needed when she first began. Bloodsport felt the same towards Ratcatcher 2. Even though neither Leota nor Ratcatcher 2 are that helpless or naive.

Peacemaker, because of his upbringing and because he is a white man probably too, hasn't found an innocent on whom to project yet. Economos could be his match for this, but Economos is older too, and bigger than him. I made fan fiction exploring this possibility a bit, but as it is in the series, it's nowhere to be seen. For one, because Economos is a 50 year old massive man, and those type of men are never seen as innocent unless it is to mock them. For two, because he actually isn't, and we've seen it. He has killed people and doesn't seem to have problems sleeping after it.

I mentioned Peacemaker's white man condition for his lack of self-awareness in certain regards, but Emilia's woman condition and Bloodsport black condition also give them a different perspective on their own situation and their own healing. Peacemaker's bisexuality is also what I think opens his door in a way, so there is a reason why these 3 characters explore things that James Bond generally does without thinking.

All I wrote that is mostly lost explored Emilia's relationship with her femininity (or lack of it), but this is too long already, so I will make another post at another time about it. In short, and to connect with this, many of the thins that separate Emilia from Bloodsport or Peacemaker are the fact that, because she is a woman, she can actually be soft. Because she is a tiny white woman, she can be cared for, she can be vulnerable. She isn't though, but socially she can be. This window is what also allows her to explore herself as the small spoon, whether she actually wants to be it or not. She is quite masculine, in many regards, but once she opened the door to womanhood and femininity, she discovered she was rewarded for the same things Peacemaker or Bloodsport are punished or ashamed. But, as I said, I will write about all this in another post.