#keeya x Leota

[awakefor48hours]

[anewgayeveryday]

Today's LGBT+ Character is;

Leota and Keeya Adebayo from Peacemaker-Lesbians

Requested by Anon

Status: Alive and Married

[blacksapphicguide]

Peacemaker

2020s TV series | 1 season (Ongoing). Superhero show (DC based), comedy, drama.

Plot points:

Superhero universe

Familial relationships

Self identity

Tackling white supremacist ideals

Black sapphic characters:

Leota [lesbian] Danielle Brooks Keeya [lesbian] Elizabeth Faith Ludlow

Connections:

Leota x Keeya [leoya] (black sapphics)

Sex & Nudity - Severe

Crude sexual references (split second view of a vagina on a phone screen).

Sex scenes.

Full view of nude bodies.

Violence & Gore - Severe

Violence based show (gore, stabbings, gunfights, and superpower based violence).

Bodily dismembering.

Close range gun shot to the face.

Chainsaw death.

Profanity - Severe

Constant use of the f-word, s-word and frequently used, milder profanities.

Numbered presence of queer slurs.

Alcohol, Drugs & Smoking - Moderate

Consumption of alcohol.

Use of weed.

Frightening & Intense Scenes - Severe

Graphic fight scenes.

Torture.

Revealing of traumatic past.

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 5: Christmas Boops

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

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

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

Italics indicate character thoughts & flashbacks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leota rolled her eyes at Economos.

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

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

Economos snickered as Leota flashed her middle finger at Chris.

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

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

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

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

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

Adrian chuckled, looking at you like a shimmering spectacle.

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

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

~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

Leota and Adrian beamed at each other bumping fists triumphantly.

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

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

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

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

“Um, what?” You asked them.

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

“Oh!” You say finally catching on.

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

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

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

Leota started clapping and jumping in place squealing with joy.

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

You look at him and whistle at him.

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

He snickered guiltily having been caught staring at your chest.

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

You shake your head smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

“Um, Adrian?” You call after him.

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

You get out of the car and run after him.

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

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

“Ready?” He asked.

You look around you, confused.

“For?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

You watched him awestruck…and slightly annoyed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked at you and smiled.

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

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

You giggle into his mouth.

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

He hovered over you, exploring your face with admiration.

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

You pulled him back down for another kiss.

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

Adrian pulled back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.” You said booping his nose.

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

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

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

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[padmaddean]

Leota & Keeya

Peacemaker s01e08

[spacediddly]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Peacemaker (TV 2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Emilia Harcourt/Adrian Chase/Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Adrian Chase/Emilia Harcourt, Adrian Chase/Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Emilia Harcourt/Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Adrian Chase & Emilia Harcourt, Adrian Chase & Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Emilia Harcourt & Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, John Economos & Christopher Smith | Peacemaker Characters: Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Emilia Harcourt, Adrian Chase, John Economos, Leota Adebayo, Keeya Adebayo, Amber Calcaterra Additional Tags: Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Developing Relationship, Mentions of Sex, it's brought up but i don't go into detail, Autistic Adrian Chase, Established Relationship, Vignettes, Drunkenness, Drunken Shenanigans, Emilia gets drunk and sings karaoke, Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, Threesome - F/M/M, Post-Canon, Implied Sexual Content, Partial Nudity, Open Relationships, Slice of Life, Sensory Overload Series: Part 2 of An Ex-Criminal, A Special Agent, And A Wanted Masked Man Walk Into A Bar... Summary:

From sleeping arrangements, to learning new things about each other, to even deciding where Amber fits into the equation, Chris figures out how polyamory works with Adrian and Emilia.

[tiannasfanfic]

Tongue Tied

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Fluff)

| Adrian Chase Masterlist | AO3 Link |

Summary: After a long week of boring busywork and aggravating allergies, Adrian Chase does something a little unexpected.

Rating: General

Author Note: Gender-neutral Reader, no pronouns used. This started out as a different story, but I lost the thread of it. It's been sitting in my WIPs for months now. With a bit of editing, it is now a fluffy oneshot.

CW: Allergies and mention of taking over the counter medications for them.

Word Count: 1,620

4:59pm

The clock had been stuck on 4:59pm for five hours now.

Or at least that’s what it felt like as you stared at it.

“Burning a hole in it ain’t gonna make it go any faster,” Leota said to you from her desk, which was close to yours.

“If anything, you just cursed us by staring at it,” Harcourt said, who was sitting nearby and scrolling through her phone.

The group was between missions, but none of you had been dismissed to return to your regular jobs yet. Even Adrian hadn’t been allowed to go back to his position at Fennel Field’s, which was just fine by him. There was speculation among the six of you that meant something screwy was coming down the wire. None of you had any idea what it could be, but the whole thing was highly suspect. Amanda Waller never let you all sit around with nothing to do for this long before, even prior to your coming to the team, according to the others.

And so, the last five days had been filled with nothing but in-office busywork.

Everything that needed to be done housekeeping wise got done on the first day. The first half of the second day was spent finishing up some fine detail cleaning and supply restocking, then rest of the day after lunch was filled by filing paperwork. The third day was spent cleaning all of the weapons in storage to make sure everything was good for the next mission. But there had been nothing to do since then.

However, while everyone was simply bored out of their minds while waiting, autumn in Washington was playing hell with your allergies. While both John and Harcourt were being affected in similar ways with some sneezing and runny noses, over the counter allergy medication was working fine for them. You? Not so much. Something in the Evergreen air absolutely hated you. The sneezing had stopped, at least, but your eyes wouldn’t stop being itchy, which was making them water, and now you could feel a sinus headache starting to build up behind your forehead and eyes.

5:00pm

“Oh, thank fucking hell,” Harcourt exclaimed as she stood up and pocketed her phone.

You eyed her, then chuckled as you began packing your laptop away in your bag. “Now who was watching the clock?”

Harcourt flipped you off, which made you really laugh for the first time all day. She headed back to her office to collect her things, leaving you to finish gathering yours.

After saying goodbye to Harcourt and John, you and Leota walked out together. You didn’t see Chris, Eagly or Adrian and just assumed they had left early. That was pretty standard for them if there wasn’t actively something to do. Once you were outside, the work mode you had been trying to maintain slipped, and you rubbed your forehead, groaning softly with a slightly pained look on your face.

Leota looked over at you with an empathetic look. “The Zyrtec not helping anymore?”

You shook your head.

“Or the Advil. They really only took the edge off though,” you said, sighing. “I’ll pick up some NyQuil or something on the way home, just sleep this weekend.”

“That’s a good idea,” Leota gave you a gentle hug. “If you need anything, give me a call, okay? Keeya and I will be doing our errands tomorrow, so we can grab you anything you need.”

You told her you would, then you both headed to your respective cars. You were parked further down from her a couple spaces away.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!”

It as Adrian’s voice, not Leota’s, that called out to you. You turned in the direction it came from to see him jogging your way from the other side of the building. Your gaze shifted behind him to see Chris and Eagly watching Adrian from around the corner. They were not trying to be stealthy about it at all. In fact, Chris even waved at you when you looked at him.

“Hey Adrian,” you said, your gaze shifting back to him as you smiled tiredly. “What’s up?”

Adrian took a deep breath, fidgeting nervously.

“Would you-“ he started, then stopped. “I was curious if you wanted to-“ And he stopped again. “If I was to-“

Adrian stopped again and turned around suddenly, looking back at Chris and Eagly. They both gave him the “get on with it” gesture; one with a hand, the other a wing.

You glanced over at Leota. She was rapidly looking back and forth between the two of you, eyes widening and a big, excited smile spreading across her face.

Shifting your eyes back at Adrian, you were just in time for him to turn to you with an extremely serious look on his face. He looked you dead in the eye with an intensity he’s never directed at you before. It was as if a sudden blaze had sparked behind those green eyes of his. Butterflies started flapping around in your stomach.

Adrian opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you go out?” he asked.

You blinked.

He blinked.

“That was a dumb question,” he said quickly, his face turning a shade of red that looked like a sunburn. “Obviously, you do go out because you’re out right now, and you have to go out to be able to go to work or the store or on a mission, so that’s like a big ‘duh’ to that. And I’ve seen you out doing errands, so-“

You heard a slight “kaw” from Eagly and glanced behind Adrian again. Chris was rubbing the bridge of his nose in what looked like aggravation, and Eagly was staring at Adrian like he was about to fly over and start pecking at him. You looked back at Adrian, who was still rambling about all the things you’d have to leave your apartment to do.

“But I- what I was asking was- um- what I was wondering is…do you go out…in other ways?”

Adrian was looking at you with a hopeful expression.

“…I guess?” you said slowly, confusion really setting in. “I go out to eat sometimes, but that gets expensive, so I try not to very often.”

Adrian perked up. “Awesome! Did you want to eat something one night?”

You blinked again.

He blinked again.

“Er…” you said, really confused now. “I usually eat every night after I get off work.”

Now Adrian’s sunburn blush was pushing past moderate territory.

It looked like he was having trouble speaking now, which just added to your confusion. Adrian looked back at Chris, so you looked over at Leota with a questioning gaze to see if she could give you any indication as to what exactly was happening right now. Leota’s expression didn’t give you much as it was frozen somewhere in between excitement, secondhand embarrassment, and abject horror. But that made you feel a little better about the whole thing since you didn’t understand any of this at all. Between your head checking out for the day as soon as your allergies started and Adrian’s fumbling with words, you were properly confused as hell.

A few seconds after you looked back to Adrian, he got his voice back.

“Well, what I meant was- that is, what I was asking you is- I didn’t know if you- what I meant to ask you- I mean, would you like to possibly- or, if you’d like, totally up to you- um, I-“

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Chris exclaimed from behind Adrian, and Eagly kawed in agreement. “Y/N, would you like to go out on a date with Adrian and have dinner with him tomorrow night?”

Adrian blinked, suddenly a bright red and looking terrified.

You blinked, your face suddenly blushing a very deep red.

“Oh!” you said, your eyes wide.

While Adrian had been leery of you at first after ARGUS transferred you to Evergreen, seeing you take most of stress off of Harcourt while she recovered had quickly gotten you into his good graces. She was able to focus more on her physical therapy that way, which aided in her speedy recovery. It really didn’t take long for you to develop more than friendly feelings towards him. The feeling definitely was mutual as the flirtation between you two had been heavy for weeks now. But you figured if anyone was going to make the first move, it was going to have to be you.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, no worries,” Adrian said hurriedly, his tone reassuring, but he did a very poor job of masking a disappointed expression. “I’m really sorry about asking. I didn’t think you would be interested, but Chris said-“

“No no, I’d love to,” you quickly interrupted him with a smile. “Sorry, I was just surprised.”

The look on Adrian’s face was priceless. He seemed unable to stop himself from jumping into the air and fist bumping the air above him. Then he turned red again, realizing he just did that in front of you and everyone else.

A thrumming behind your eye reminded you that you needed to get home soon before your head got much worse.

“Pick me up at seven?” you asked him.

Adrian nodded rapidly, and started to say something, but at that moment Eagly swooped over to peck Adrian in the leg, resulting in a “owowow” from him.

Regardless of what the bird thought of Adrian’s technique, you were going on a date with him tomorrow night.

And that made you smile for the first time all day.

[mellowswriting]

wicked

pairing || Adrian Chase x fem!Reader

word count || 4.7k

summary || Adrian finally gives in to temptation and lets you smoke him out. You finally give in to temptation and let him kiss you. 

content || coworkers to friends to lovers, recreational drug use (marijuana), smut (oral, fingering, Adrian constantly running his mouth, unprotected sex, creampie, riding)

a/n || this idea has been rattling around in my head for over a month

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Working black ops is stressful. You knew to expect that long before you became involved with your little ragtag team of weirdos - but what you weren’t expecting was for your team to become your stress relief, too. See, you went into this whole thing intent on not getting too close. What you do is dangerous work. The idea of getting close to someone only to lose them in such a violent way turns your stomach.

Even so, you couldn’t help but warm up to every single one of them. Economos and Leota were too easy not to befriend. You bonded with Chris over your shared love of music, even though you often argued over the quality of new bands. Even Harcourt became your friend. You often went out together for drinks together after a long day of work.

But Vigilante? The two of you clicked automatically, best buddies from the very start. You team up together on missions so often that Harcourt doesn’t even bother trying to separate you anymore, just to avoid Vig’s whining. There’s no counting the number of times you have patched each other up and passed out in each other’s places after being awake far too long. Soon, stitches and post-debrief catnaps become movie nights and sleepovers, and you've got a somewhat psychotic best friend that you may or may not be completely in love with.

Falling for Adrian was far too easy. He's sweet and boyish and somehow crass and incredibly fucking sexy all at once, a duality you didn't think was even possible. Besides, you aren’t blind. Adrian isn’t exactly conspicuous, to say the least. He stares constantly and you catch him checking out your ass at least twice a day. There's a rabid overprotectiveness that overcomes him whenever you're in even a hint of danger - which is often, considering the line of work you're in. Adrian lingers at your side during debriefs, walks you to your car every night, even offers to clean your guns for you every now and then.

The tension has been rising for weeks now and you can’t deny that you have been wondering who will break first. You don't have to wonder for long. It happens on a random Tuesday, of all days. The little impromptu party that happened in your living room had long since died down. Leota was the first to leave, too eager to get back to Keeya to hang around long, and Economos left not long after. Harcourt and Chris made sure to leave twenty minutes apart - as if they were being clever enough not to tip you off that they were getting together afterward.

That leaves you and Adrian alone together on your couch. It’s familiar, comforting even. Seeing him lounging around your house in his civilian clothes has become so normal that your home feels empty on the rare occasion he isn’t there. He’s always there, chatting up a storm so fast that you can barely get a word in edgewise, but you don’t mind. Listening to him go on and on, seeing him get so animated - it’s all too cute.

Which is why his sudden bout of silence is so fucking weird. “C’mon, Adrian. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’ve told you a ton of weird shit about myself, I’m not really in the position to judge you.”

“I just - I don’t want you to think less of me,” Adrian mumbles, picking at his nails intently. You snag his hand before he can make his fingers bleed and he finally locks eyes with you.

“We’ve done a lot of morally objectionable shit together.” You reassure him with a squeeze of his hand. “Just tell me and we can go from there.”

“I - I was thinking maybe you could show me how to smoke weed.” It comes out in such a rush that you can barely distinguish one word from the next but the second it clicks in your brain, you can’t stop the surprised look on your face. “It’s just that you and Chris have so much fun when you do it, and it’s not like it’s illegal anymore, right? I mean, alcohol was illegal for a while there and we still drink together all the time! So if it isn’t against the law, I don’t see why -”

“Adrian, breathe!” You cut him off before he can go completely red in the face from over-explaining himself. “I would love to.”

Adrian’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll smoke you up.” You’re almost giddy with excitement as you hop off the couch and grab the bag you keep tucked underneath your bed. It would be a lie to say you’ve never thought about what Adrian would be like after a few hits, but he’s always been so intense on the subject that you never pushed him on it. Adrian’s leg bounces nervously as you settle in next to him. “Don’t worry, okay? We’re gonna take it easy for your first time and I’ll be here the whole time.”

It isn’t surprising that he’s a quick learner. That first hit sends him into a coughing fit but he takes your advice, watches the way you inhale, and copies your every move. Not even a minute after, Adrian is already needling you about why it’s taking so long, vibrating with an adorable, nervous excitement.

“Just relax, it doesn’t take long.” You chuckle before flicking the bright red cherry off of the half-finished joint, not wanting to get too buzzed so you can keep him on the right track. He needs a distraction before he spirals, so you ask him about those modifications he’s been making to his suit. Adrian lights up. He goes on and on about the various hidden pockets and added protection he has sewn into the black and teal suit.

It’s pretty obvious the moment it kicks in. Those pretty green eyes of his are slightly glazed over, little ‘um’s breaking up every few words, and you find that you were right. He’s somehow even cuter when he’s buzzed. He fumbles for his phone to show you pictures of his suit - even though you saw it less than five hours ago - but it slips through his fingers and clatters to the floor. A burst of giggles bubbles from his mouth.

“Oh,” Adrian says, voice bright with realization. “Wicked.”

“Yeah?” You prompt and nudge his knee with yours.

“I feel like I’m fuckin’ floating.” He mumbles as he melts back into the cushions, blinking all slow and lazy. “God, fuck, it’s too quiet in here. I can hear the tv buzzing, it’s driving me nuts. Gimme your phone. You know, your playlists are way better than mine, which is complete bullshit. That’s gotta be some sort of talent, being able to make perfect playlists. You’re an artist.”

You just scoff and toss him your phone, which he unlocks with a few taps. He squints at your screen like it's brighter than the sun, nudging his glasses up his nose as he searches through your Spotify intently. Indecisive as ever, it takes him a few moments to pick one, but a dopey smile curls his lips when Hozier’s voice whisps away the silence of your apartment. You’re the only person he would ever admit it to, but Adrian actually loves a lot of today’s music. He made you promise never to tell Chris when he willingly turned up a Harry Styles song and screamed along to it on one of your many car rides in the Vigilante-mobile.

“Mm, good choice,” You sigh. The soft, low tones of the music wash over you and you close your eyes to soak it in. It’s easier to let yourself revel in the soft buzz you’ve got going on now that you know he isn’t going to spin out. The couch shifts next to you and you peek one eye open to see Adrian sitting cross-legged, looking at you with that same dopey expression. You give him a soft smile. “What?”

“You’re really pretty all relaxed like this.” He says, trademark in his casualness. Your stomach flips at the ease with which he compliments you, his words ringing with sincerity. “I mean, you’re pretty all the time - especially when we’re on a mission. Have I told you that? You look so fucking hot with a gun in your hand but when you’re all relaxed and happy and smiling, you’re, like, a thousand times prettier.”

Heat rushes through you and you shift in your seat, murmuring a quiet, “Adrian…”

“Plus these little shorts look so soft and comfortable. You look so soft and comfortable. Fuck, is this what getting high is always like?” Adrian’s fingertips glide along the hem of the pajama shorts you threw on once everyone else left and you feel like you’re going to die if he keeps this up. He’s just too cute. Your already waning inhibitions disappear under his touch and there’s nothing to stop the mischievous idea that takes hold of you.

You pluck the half-finished joint from the coffee table and wave it dramatically in front of his face. “Wanna shotgun it?”

“Seriously?” Adrian sits straight up. Eagerness burns away some of the dazed look from his eyes. “Wait, that’s like kissing, right? Like, I get to kiss you and inhale the smoke out of your mouth? Not some weird shit with an actual shotgun, because I don’t have one with me right now.”  

“You’re right, it is like kissing.” You chuckle, pleasantly surprised that you don’t have to explain it to him. That little voice of reason that always held you back from giving in to the temptation of Adrian Chase is strangely absent from your mind. It doesn’t matter that he’s your coworker, that he’s your best friend, that this could really complicate things with your already complicated job. All that matters is finally giving the both of you what you so rightly deserve, what you both have been craving for so long - each other. You reach out to brush an errant curl from his forehead. “Do you want to kiss me, Adrian?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He replies without hesitation.

Warmth burns through your body as you sit up, your knees pressing against his thigh as you try to focus on lighting the joint - not on the anticipation that rolls in your belly. Adrian stares up at you intently, something you have never quite gotten used to. All his claims about not having feelings are complete and total bullshit. You can tell just by the affection that burns in his eyes that he is just as susceptible to getting swept up in the whirlwind of love as the rest of you are. His intense gaze drops to your lips as they wrap around the joint and pull a long inhale, one that threatens to make your lungs seize if you aren’t careful. You lean back and drop the joint into the ashtray on your table.

The light press of your thumb against his chin draws his attention back up to your eyes. He lets you tilt his head back just slightly and you exhale slowly, your lips brushing his as he draws in the smoke from your mouth. The air between you sizzles with electricity, your eyes locked with his as he holds the smoke in his lungs just like you taught him to. It’s the little whimper he gives that draws you in again for a real kiss, your hand cradling his jaw as your tongue teases a small taste of him. Wisps of smoke escape him as he parts his lips and deepens the kiss, a broken sound bubbling against your lips when his tongue touches yours.

Adrian finally breaks.

Those hands you have been fantasizing about forever snag at your waist and pull you into his lap with an ease that has you shivering. The little show of strength only makes you ache for him that much more as the pleasant warmth of your high ignites into something sharper, something needier. You melt into him as he licks into your mouth with a low moan and drags you impossibly closer, his grip on you tightening with every little sound he pulls from you. It’s sloppy and desperate and everything you have been dreaming of. It isn’t until your lungs scream for air that you finally break away from him.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He whispers reverently, his hands greedily massaging your bare thighs. “Like vanilla. Is that chapstick or some shit? So good, like a cupcake.”

“Yeah, it’s chapstick, you weirdo.” You huff with a laugh. The methodic squeezing of his exploring hands is so distracting that you barely notice the pout your teasing earns you. Adrian looks like a dream like this, all wide eyes and spit slick lips. Your thumb drags over his bottom lip indulgently. “You’re really good at that, pretty boy.”

And just like that, it’s as if you never teased him to begin with. Adrian fucking melts for you, something needy and hungry cracking open in his chest. One of his hands abandons its exploration of your thigh to cradle the side of your neck, his thumb stroking back and forth along your jaw. “Let me do it again. Fuck, let me do everything, anything you want -”

Adrian cuts himself off by kissing you. He finally has you right where he wants you, willing prey trapped in his grasp as he memorizes your taste and scent and every curve of your body. He can’t decide if he wants to bury his hands in your hair or grab fistfuls of your ass, or if he should kiss your lips or the tempting line of your throat. The opportunities are endless and it makes his already frayed mind go haywire. You cry out his name when he nibbles at your pulse point and pride sings in his veins. You’re the smartest woman he knows, quick-witted and great in a fight - and he’s managed to turn you into a mewling mess with a few kisses.

“Please I - fuck!” You gasp as his teeth dig harder into the corded muscle of your neck - hard enough to leave a pretty bruise where everyone will see. Your fingers tangle in his curls and yank him away, and for a horrible second, Adrian thinks he’s crossed a line. The desperation in your voice soothes his worries. “I need you so bad, I swear to god I’m gonna explode if you don’t fuck me.”

“Holy fucking shit, you sound so pretty when you beg. I could blow my load just listening to you.” Adrian grits out through clenched teeth. You’ve gone all mindless with need, just whispering little pleas as you press soft kisses along his jaw. The thin fabric of your shorts almost tears as he shoves his hand down the front of them. “You’re so wet, baby. I’m gonna drown myself in your pussy.”

Fuck, he’s got a filthy mouth. Even as his fingers delve into your slick cunt, he runs his mouth; half-finished sentences break off in the middle only to be replaced with another thought destined to go unfinished. You can’t focus on any of that, though, not with the sparks his touch ignites across your skin as he explores you. He begs you to let him eat you out, honeyed words falling from sin slick lips, and the second you whisper a rough ‘fuck yes’, you find yourself being manhandled off of his lap. Adrian presses you back against the cushions and rips your shorts and underwear down your thighs, tossing them to the floor as if being in the way of your drenched cunt is a crime against humanity.

“I always knew you would have a pretty pussy,” Adrian says so matter of factly - as if those words don’t send a flush of embarrassed heat flushing up to your cheeks. He pulls your thighs up onto his shoulders, his gaze shimmering with lust as he studies you intently, and you can’t help but squirm in his firm grip. “So needy, huh? Gotta tell me, baby, tell me what you need and I’ll give you everything -”

His hair feels like silk between your fingers as you pet his curls back from his forehead and his rambling stutters to a stop. “Adrian, honey?”

“Yeah?” He whispers.

“I need you to eat me out.” You ask, sweet as honey, and Adrian practically melts for you. He tugs you down a little further by your thighs and doesn’t hesitate for a second. He looks too damn handsome like this - chest heaving with excited breaths, crooked glasses, excitement dancing across his features - but you don’t have long to appreciate it. The moment the wet heat of his tongue teases your clit, your eyes flutter closed and your mind shuts off. The rest of the world disappears - every worry, every stress, every fear falls away under the pleasure invading your senses. “Oh, Adrian.”

Just the sound of you moaning his name is enough to spur him on. He’s imagined it so many times - mostly when he’s jerking off in the shower or watching you handle a gun. The real thing is so much better. You are artwork he has been given the gift of touching with his bare hands and he never wants to stop. He wants everything you have to give and more, every inch of your body, every sweet word you speak, all of it. For now, though? Adrian settles for making you cry out his name over and over again.

The flat of his tongue circles your clit in steady swirls that have your back arching into him, greedily seeking more of his touch. Two fingers dip into your cunt, a tease of the stimulation you chase after, and before you can beg him to just fucking do it already, he sinks them down to the knuckle. The warm, hazy pleasure sharpens, twists into something more animal and aching as he curls his fingers up against the sensitive spot that makes your thighs tremble. You could smack him for ever even joking about being a bad lay - it takes a special kind of man to have you so fucked out of your mind that you can barely open your eyes.

You grind against his face mindlessly, already hurtling toward a devastating orgasm, and Adrian can’t stop himself from smiling at you. It’s fucking filthy to see that cocky little smirk while his face is buried between your thighs and you just know he’s never going to let this go. The suction of his lips envelops your clit and your nails dig into the fabric of the couch, your thighs nearly crushing Adrian’s head as you careen closer to that inevitable edge - but he doesn’t mind. He could die a happy man between those plush thighs.

A choked curse barely manages to pass your lips before molten hot pleasure bursts through your belly, sparks skittering up your spine as your body spasms. It’s debilitating as Adrian keeps going, tongue slowly laving against your clit as his fingers slow to a gentle roll. You squirm and jerk in his hold, not quite willing to give up the sensation of his mouth against you, all while broken praise falls from your lips.

“Perfect, that was - holy fuck, you’re perfect.” Your fingers loosen the tight grip on his hair and rub his head affectionately, a wordless apology for pulling so hard. Adrian soothes your overworked nerves with the burning heat of his tongue, gentle licks and sucks that have you trembling. It’s quite an effort to unclench your thighs from around his head and Adrian whines, entirely put out by the mere idea of leaving your drenched cunt. “Fuck, Adrian, fucking kiss me.”

That perks him up. Adrian presses a wet kiss low on your belly before he drags himself up your body to kiss your lips. His chin is slick and you can taste yourself on his tongue, and the obscenity of it makes you shiver. You smile against his lips, a pleasure-drunk little grin that makes him smile, too.

“I made you cum.” He chirps, pride bright in his eyes as he studies your wrecked state. He nips your jaw playfully. “I wanna do it again. Please? We can go to your bed so you’re more comfortable. This can’t be good for you back. Or! Or you could, uh, sit on my face. I just wanna make you cum on my face, however you want.”

“Next time,” You promise with a breathless laugh. Adrian whines again, a dismayed sound that threatens to make you change your mind right then and there. The hard press of his cock against your thigh keeps your one-track mind running, though. All you can think of is finally - finally - sinking onto his cock and feeling that perfect stretch that you have been aching for. Your thumb brushes over that sweet spot behind his ear and he leans into the touch, watching you with a needy expression that just begs you to give in.

Instead of giving in to the temptation of his puppy dog eyes, you let your fingers drift over the bulge in his jeans and revel in the sight of his jaw going slack. He grinds against your hand, burying his face into your chest with a low, ‘oh’. It seems to dawn on him just then that you’re still wearing a shirt - and that just won’t do. Adrian pushes your shirt up until you catch on and help him pull it completely off, and you swear you’ve never seen him move so fast. He cups your breasts with a reverently gentle touch, far softer than you thought him capable of. All it takes is a low sound vibrating through you for Adrian to step it up a notch and wrap his lips around your pert nipple.

It devolves from there into something mindlessly horny, the two of you grinding and groping like it’s the last chance you’ll ever have. It isn’t until you finally unzip his jeans that Adrian pulls away from you, albeit begrudgingly, to tear his clothes off and haul you into his lap - right where this entire tryst began, just with fewer clothes in the way. He’s all toned muscle and freckled skin and you just know you will never be able to get enough. You lean up on your knees and Adrian makes a helpless noise with your chest so close to his face. The wet heat of his mouth envelops your nipple once more, his eyes rolling up to look at you when you rock along the length of his cock.

Adrian mutters a muffled ‘please’, a sound so sweet you could never refuse. The sheer size of him is enough to have you shivering in delight as you sink onto his cock. Thimble. Complete fucking bullshit. Adrian’s fingers seize your hips in a tight grip and his head falls back against the cushions, eyes unfocused as he tries to resist fucking up into you. You’re still so sensitive from his talented mouth and fingers - the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. He huffs out a broken whisper that almost sounds like your name and despite the need coursing through your veins, you chuckle.

You finally have him speechless.

The first roll of your hips makes you both spit out curses. You’ve always imagined your first time with Adrian to be something soft, something easy, but the claws of lust have ensnared you both into a rabid, animal hunger neither of you can resist. A glint burns in his eyes the moment you jerk in his lap, his head tilting and eyebrows raising in a silent ask for permission. You barely manage a nod before he flashes you that boyish grin you fell for all those months ago. Adrian drags you into a harsh pace, bracing his thighs to fuck up into you. It hurts so fucking good - the harsh dig of his fingertips into your hipbones, the grinding of his cock against that sweet spot he already abused with his fingers, the blunt drag of his teeth along your collarbone.

One particularly rough thrust upward sends you off balance, a yelp tearing its way up your throat as you fall forward into his chest - and Adrian laughs. The little fucker laughs, his pace never faltering as he fucks you like it’s his last night on earth. His brain must have finally come back online, no longer buffering at the feeling of your hot cunt around his cock, and that mischievous look you love has returned.

“Fucked you stupid already?” He teases, voice choppy thanks to his rough thrusts. You can barely scoff at his smug attitude - because he’s right. All your mind can focus on is the warm rush of arousal humming through your body, stoked higher and higher with every roll of your hips. “You’re mine, aren’t ya? All mine to touch and fuck and love - fuck! You were made to take my cock. Perfect fucking pussy…”

“T-touch me, baby, please.” You guide his hand down between your legs and Adrian doesn’t pause for a millisecond. Those talented fingers glide through your cunt and zero in on your clit, rubbing rough circles into your still sensitive flesh. The sound that comes out of you is almost unrecognizable, a pornographic cry of ‘yes!’ that makes Adrian go even crazier. He watches with rapt attention as you grind into his touch, already addicted to how impossibly hot you look chasing after your high with his body.

The crest of your second orgasm hits so hard that tears spring into your eyes. Your nails dig into his shoulder as pleasure twists through your belly, leaving crescent moon marks on his pale skin. A wrecked sound falls from his lips and Adrian spits more jumbled, filthy praise about how good you feel cumming on his cock. You have to wrench his hand from between your thighs before he can make those tears fall, even though you know he would love to see it. He’s already cocky enough.

“That’s my girl.” Adrian groans, his pace falling into a sloppy, desperate race to the finish line. All it takes is the feeling of your mouth latching onto his neck, your teeth and tongue working in tandem to leave a few more marks for him to remember you by. His hips stutter and he holds you down on his cock, grinding up into you to push his cum as deep as he can.

“Holy shit.” He croaks after a moment’s quiet.

“Yeah,” You breathlessly agree.

A comfortable silence falls over the room. All you can hear are his steady breaths, the slowing of his heartbeat as he calms down. His warm palms slide up and down your back, a soothing gesture that has you melting into him even more, boneless and weak in the aftermath. It’s impossible not to ache for more of him; more kisses, more fleeting sweet touches, more kitten licks against your soft skin. Adrian notices. Of course, he does. He notices everything about you, he has from the very start. So he presses a kiss to your temple and another to your cheek before he even reaches your mouth, all too eager to give you everything you want and more.

It’s slow and sloppy, soaked in indulgence. It’s everything you have been dreaming of and more. It takes a moment for your body to cooperate but eventually, you manage to sit up and stretch your aching back. Adrian hums a dismayed little sound at the loss of your warmth but still smiles at you nonetheless, all sleepy and sated. His hair is a mess, glasses askew, cheeks still red from the exertion of fucking you so thoroughly.

You push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Tired?”

“Actually, I’m fucking starving.” Adrian’s eyes light up. “Wanna order Chinese food? That place over on Hawthorne is still open and they have eggrolls that make my dick hard, they’re so good.”

“Sure, Adrian.” You chuckle. “But you have to get dressed for they show up. Flashing is a crime, remember?”

“Aw, man.”

[vigsilantes]

the millennium falcon (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader Summary: It’s Halloween! Adrian and Y/N couldn’t be more excited to pick out a couple’s costume for their party with the 11th Street Kids. Word Count: 1.6k Tags: established relationship, reader-insert, gender-neutral pronouns, post-canon, idiots in love, comfort, fluff, halloween, drinking, domestic fluff Warnings: canon-typical violence, drinking

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Halloween is the most important holiday according to Adrian, and you couldn’t help but agree with him. Once it hits October, or even sometimes the end of September, you and Adrian fully fall into the spirit of Halloween; horror movies, haunted houses, candy, costumes, everything about Halloween makes it the best holiday, and the two of you go all out for the occasion. Your apartment becomes a miniature haunted house, you eat wayyy too much candy, and you love it. Also, because of his vigilante-ing Adrian can carve a mean pumpkin.

This year for the holiday the 11th Street Kids are having a little Halloween party. Well, it was fully you and Adrian's idea, and with great persistence you two convinced the group for it to be a costume party. It took a lot of begging, but you managed to get the team on board for costumes, however Leota and Keeya seemed to be the only ones who were actually excited for the costume aspect of it which wasn't shocking to you. The party was next week and Adrian couldn’t be more psyched for it. You were pretty excited too, but you loved to see how hyped he was whenever he mentioned the party and your costumes. And since you two were hosting the party, you both became even more excited thinking of which decorations and snacks to put out. Every year the two of you try to do a couple’s costume, and for the party this year you guys wanted to show the 11th Street Kids just how fun costumes can be. Last year, you two dressed up as Nandor and Guillermo from What We Do in the Shadows, it was one of your favorite costumes yet.

For the last few weeks you and Adrian have been brainstorming costumes and whenever either of you had a costume idea you would tell the other one, and that meant whenever and wherever you had the idea. While patrolling a couple weeks ago you had an idea, and you just couldn’t wait to share it with Adrian. So, while beating the shit out of bank robbers you needed to get this idea out.

“Ooohh Vig what about Jesse and Jane from Breaking Bad?” you grunted in between throwing punches. Vigilante paused with a half-unconscious robber in his grip and looked at you through his mask, you could see the whites of his eyes widen from his excitement.

“Oh my god, okay that is definitely a top contender,” Vigilante eagerly replied before punching the robber again.

“Either one of us could be whoever, or even Jesse and Walter!” you say while shaking some blood off of your fist, he nodded his head and pointed at you with his free hand.

“YES, your brain is the best!” Vigilante said as he mercilessly tossed the robber onto the ground.

However, Adrian also had a good idea a couple nights later while you guys were cooking dinner and he scared the living shit out of you with his outburst for the idea.

“Okay so the recipe says to finely chop th-”

“OOOOOHHH!” Adrian yelled and you jumped, causing you to drop the kitchen knife on the floor. “New costume idea, babe,” he paused for effect and raised his brows, you sighed in relief from him scaring you half to death then got on board with his enthusiasm.

“Ah fuck, you spooked me!" you picked up the knife from the floor, "Alright what is it, I’m all ears!” you widen your eyes at him in anticipation.

“Han and Leia!” he flashed his teeth and wiggled his brows, you nodded your head in agreement loving the idea. You two are huge Star Wars nerds which isn’t really surprising news to anyone.

“Ooooh hell yeah! I’m not sure what you had in mind but what if we did their outfits from when they were on Hoth, I love Leia’s hair and let’s face it, The Empire Strikes Back is the best,” you added, and the grin on Adrian’s face grew and he was almost vibrating with excitement.

“Oh my god YES! That’s it, we found our costume for this year. It’s a done deal, Han and Leia for the win, babe!”

Since that night, you two began thinking of things for your costumes and accessories to make the best costumes. After a rough mission the other night you guys were given a day off to recoup, but luckily you two were doing fine, and the adrenaline of picking your costumes prompted you and Adrian to go on a little shopping spree. You ordered some things online, then you two went to a few Halloween stores as well as Target and a thrift store to piece together the perfect costumes. It took a few hours but you found everything you needed, as well as a few snacks and extra decorations that you couldn’t pass up because Target has too much good Halloween stuff.

Now, it’s Halloween, and the party is tonight. Luckily the team was hunkered down at HQ to do research which meant a rather easy day of work, which you suspected Emilia planned on purpose. Adrian was so stoked about the party tonight that he spent the whole day dropping hints as to who you two were dressing up as. Just as everyone was packing up to leave Adrian threw out another clue to your costume and it pretty much gave it up, instead of calling his car the “Vigilante-mobile” he called it the “Millennium Falcon.”

In the Millennium Falcon, you and Adrian rushed home so you could prep for the party and get changed. You guys had a vast number of decorations already up, they’ve been up since October 1st, so you mostly just had to get food and drinks out for the party. You two had also found some fun drinks to make for the party too. Adrian threw on his Halloween playlist on your speakers while you slipped out of your Vigilante suits and into your costumes.

The costumes weren’t too complicated, but you two wanted to look as close to Han and Leia as possible. Adrian fluffed up his hair a bit and used some brown hair spray to make his dark hair look more like Han’s hair, and he even threw in contacts for the sake of the costume. Adrian hates wearing contacts, but ever since you’ve known him he sucks it up for Halloween so he can fully commit to his costume, you loved how much he cared about being accurate. You put on your white jumpsuit and vest and saw how your shared costumes were coming together smoothly. For Leia’s beautiful braid you had to get a wig in which you spent way too much time fixing to make sure it’s perfect. It took a couple days but you managed to get it to look almost exactly like Leia's hair.

“Babe, can you help me make sure the wig is even?” you asked Adrian as he was touching up his hair. He turned to you and smiled, eyeing you up and down. You did the same to him and he looked hot.

“Of courseee, and might I just add,” he stepped over to you and began evening out the wig, “your costume is badass – we look badass!”

“Fuck yeah we look badass! I am so happy with these costumes,” you smile at him then begin pinning the wig in to secure it. He pumped his fist and grinned back at you.

“Me too babe, we’re fucking killing it!” he added, looking at you both in the mirror.

“We totally are… Han,” you look at him suggestively, he instantly blushes and stepped in closer to you, you could feel his breath on your face.

“Babe, you look so fucking hot as Leia, like, fuckkk I can totally see why people would join the Rebels if they got to work with you, Leia…” He leaned in and placed a fierce kiss on your lips, you returned the kiss and you could feel heat rising between you both. After a minute you hesitantly pulled away, not wanting to stop.

“We gotta finish getting ready,” you whisper into his lips, he groaned in protest, but after another kiss he smiled and shook his head in agreement. You two finished up, added the finishing touches, and soon enough the party was beginning. The doorbell rang and when you opened the door you found the whole team standing there, you furrowed your brows, suspicious as to why they all showed up at the same time.

“Did you all come here together?” You ask, John nodded and Leota smiled.

“We all split a Lyft,” Leota said, “we-”

“We’re gonna get fuckedddd up tonightttt!” Chris interrupted and held up the multiple cases of beer he brought. Emilia rolled her eyes and you chuckled.

“Fuck yeah we are!” Adrian chimed in, then motioned for everyone to come in. You both smiled as you saw everyone in your shared apartment wearing costumes. You knew it was stupid for them to put on costumes, but they did it anyways for you and Adrian, and that warmed your heart. Adrian made the first Halloween themed drink of the night, spooky vampire’s blood which consisted of vodka and pomegranate juice, and you guys quickly made a few drinks and got wasted in no time while mixing different drinks and alcohols. Later on in the night, you all drunkenly decided on a scary movie to watch while playing drinking games. You and Adrian shared many smiles to each other throughout the night, and you couldn’t have been happier to be partying with your friends on your favorite night of the year.

[awakefor48hours]

Alright, hear me out. Leota can cook but she can’t bake. Keeya can bake but she can’t cook. But when they’re together, they’re too busy kissing each other to cook or bake.

[maddu-oliveira]

💫 The Only One 💫

Adrian Chase x Actress!Reader

warnings: smut, p&v sex, shower sex, unprotected sex, fingering, fluff at the end

word count: 2k

A/N: This was a anonymous request that i acidentally lost, but here it is! I'm proud of this and it took a good time to write it

The night was almost over for the vigilantism activities, the group was returning by van to the HQ where Murn was waiting for them with the next mission and Adrian checking his cell phone every few minutes caught the attention of those sitting in front of him.

"Do you need to go somewhere, Vig?" Hancourt asked without taking his attention off the road.

"Yeah, actually I need to pick up my girlfriend from work," Adrian replied, smiling nervously, not wanting to continue the conversation.

"Dude, you don't have to lie to us... You do enough weird things already" Economos said from the driver's seat.

"It's not a lie! She asked me to pick her up" Vigilante protested trying to show that it was true but Chris's loud laughter cut off anything he was going to say.

"Calm down - wait a minute! Isn't that a joke?" Peacemaker looked at his colleague who had a confused expression on his face.

"Why would I make a joke now, man?" Adrian huffed and looked forward. "Can't you go any faster, Economics?"

"It's Economos and I'm going as fast as the traffic laws allow" The driver said exasperated.

"Man, it's hard to believe you date," Adebayo commented, frowning.

"Actually, it's hard to believe anyone would date you without being mentally disturbed" Smith said and earned an elbow from Leota as a rebuke.

"Thanks guys! That's really lovely of you" Chase was almost shouting and exaggerating in his faux calm tone. "If you haven't noticed, that was sarcasm.”

Before Adrian could say anything more in his defense, his cell phone buzzed indicating the arrival of a message and he quickly checked it to see that it was his girlfriend asking when he would arrive. 

Hey A! I'm at Fannel Fields waiting for ya

Babe, I'll be there soon just having some problems but don't worry 🧜🏻‍♂️

It's okay, A! Be careful <3

He smiled at his cell phone like a child who had just received the best toy for Christmas, this did not go unnoticed by the others who began to wonder and doubt whether or not he was really telling the truth about having a girlfriend.

"Where are you meeting her?" Hancourt was direct in asking. "I can see that you are anxious probably because she is already waiting for you or whatever."

"In front of my other job, you've already been there and it's easier to go to my place-" Adrian can't finish being interrupted again by Peacemaker.

"Dude, if you really have a girlfriend.... Does she know about the shit you do wearing a costume?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't she know, I trust her too much," he replied and shrugged as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"We're getting close to the restaurant- I just want to see who this 'girlfriend' is," Economos commented, slowing the van down little by little as it pulled into the parking lot near the destination.

“Holy shit- Guys, isn't that the porn star?” Chris commented out loud for everyone to hear him and look at where he was pointing.

“What the hell are you talking about- Damn! That’s her” Economos said, finally looking at the woman standing in front of the restaurant with her phone in hand.

“Perverts! Stop acting like that- Ohh shit, I watched one of her movies with Keeya” Leota said, looking shocked just like the two men beside her.

“You watch porn with your wife?” Hancourt asked tuning to look at her co-worker.

“Sometimes we have to try new things- you know, like-” She started muttering but was soon interupted by Emilia that didn’t want to know too much about her friend sexual life.

During the whole conversation Adrian was strangely quiet, which was unusual for him, causing the group to look at him who had taken the time to change his costume for ordinary clothes and stand behind the group. 

“So- Where is she, Adrian?” Economos asked, waiting for the other to give a bad excuse for his lie and run away but before Vigilante could say anything a female voice shouted his name.

“Oh boy! I was so worried about you, A” You say putting your hands on his face after crossing the street to reach him.”Are you okay, love?”

“Yeah, babe…Today I don’t need any stitches, just an ice pack and I’ll be all good,” Adrian said, kissing her temple and looking at her like a happy puppy with a favorite bone.

“So you really are dating- wow, that’s shocking” Adebayo started looking at the couple but it made you frown.

“What do you mean?” She gave you an apologetic look and tried to say that it was just surprising but soon Chris's voice made a presence in the conversation.

“Oh man, it’s fucking impossible that he could date, even more someone like you, you know?” He snorted but all of them were looking at him with disapproval.

“Why is it impossible for Adrian to date me?” Your voice comes out calmly, almost like a whisper.

“Babe, just leave it…Let’s go home and take a good shower-” Adrian tried to finish the talk but Peacemaker commented again.

“Because you're a hot porn star and he is kind of a psycho- weirdo or something like that” He said like it was the most normal thing to tell people.

“Oh wow- Alright man! I hope you stop thinking with your dick one day and use the real brain, but until that- Don’t talk to me” You smiled taking Adrian’s hand, that was standing there with a proud smile and stunned to speak anything, turning to walk away. “It was nice to meet you even with the shitty conversation”

Then you walked away from them with Adrian still holding your hand, he was silent the whole way back to his place and it made you worry if you passed a limit or something with his friends. Both got inside the house, Adrian let you in first and followed right behind you, taking off his shoes and helping you to take off your jacket, kissing your shoulder in the process making you let out a heavy breath. “I’m sorry for- for being rude to your friend, A”

“Oh love, that’s nothing- Really, he is my BFF but sometimes he is actually an asshole” Adrian caressed your cheeks looking at you with sparkling eyes.

“Let’s take a shower, can you help me to remove all the makeup?” You asked between giving him pecks on the lips.

"Of course, princess! Let's go, I'm still with some blood on me… Sorry" He said while going upstairs to the bathroom with you.

"It's okay- Well unless if that is your blood then it's not okay" You watch him taking off his clothes almost falling in a hurry.

“No- not my blood, don’t worry!” Adrian said as he stood in front of you and smiled.

“No bruises or cuts- That’s my boy, A!” You said after analyzing his body completely.

“Don’t you think this is sick? Like- it doesn’t make you mad or scared?” He sounded broken and worried, making you look at his face concerned.

"Hey- baby, that's because what that guy said? Because- I'm in love with you, A" You said caressing his shoulder with one hand and the other was in his face. "At first I thought your second job was too dangerous, but you always come back and you let me help you- I fell in love with a nerdy boy that likes to play D&D and wears a cool suit to fight crime… You are fucking perfect for me, Adrian"

"Do you like my nerdy things?" He asked, smiling at you and helping you to undress.

"I love all of your nerdy things! Especially watching marathoning Fargo" 

The two of you entered the bathroom, already turning on the shower and feeling the warm water falling on both of your bodies, making you relax after a long and tiring day at work. You were facing away from Adrian, letting him run his hands down your shoulders to your arms as he spread kisses on your neck. He was removing the makeup from your body revealing some of your tattoos, smiling as he saw them and knew exactly what they meant because you always told the story of them.

"Why do they have to cover my favorite one?" Adrian asked, tracing his fingers down the tattoo of a newt on your shoulder.

"Some audiences don't like tattoos, A... It's disappointing" You said with a sigh.

"But I am glad I am the only one who can see them and appreciate you fully" He said, hugging you from behind letting you feel him against you.

“You’re always going to be the only one for me, baby boy” You whimpered as his hand made its way to where you needed the most. “Aren’t you going to roll a D20 before we start?” 

“No- not today, pretty” Adrian groaned when you tried to move against his erection. “I feel lucky just to be with you…”

His fingers made their way between your legs running through your folds, Adrian kissed the back of your neck while sliding his finger into your entrance earning a low moan. You were so tired after a stressful day that you let your boyfriend guide you, you trusted him enough knowing that he would focus on your pleasure first, since Adrian always enjoyed watching you, so he would let you ruin him later. Turning off the water with his free hand, Adrian soon held your waist, stroking there and still stimulating you with his fingers on your sensitive spot, making you whimper at each movement. Not being able to stand the pleasurable torture your boyfriend had started, you turned slowly to look him in the face and smiled seeing his eyes shining full of desire. Adrian kissed you fervently causing you to lean against the cold wall, which made you moan against his lips, trapped between him and the wall but that only made you hornier. He quickly lifted you onto his lap, still holding you against the wall, you could feel his erection against your aching core, Adrian was smiling at you making you giggle and peck his lips. “I’m so in love with you, A” You said in a whisper and closed your eyes as he started entering you. 

“My girl- Only you my girl…You make me feel fantastic” He mumbles thrusting into you slowly.

Soon his movements began to speed up, going deeper and earning louder moans from you, he kept one hand on your buttocks to keep his balance and the other was caressing your nipple. For Adrian to look at you in that state so surrendered to him, it was as if you were marathoning Fargo on a Friday off, your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust he gave. Both of you were a mess of whimpers, the bathroom filled by your moans and the sound of skin hitting skin. You started to feel the familiar pressure start to build, your boyfriend knowing you so well brought his hand to your front and started to rub your clit while thrusting faster into you, making you get even closer to our own release.

“Oh Adrian! Keep going, please~” Your voice almost didn’t come out.

He pulled you in for a kiss, bringing you as close to him as possible so that he could hit your spot while thrusting now more slowly and still stimulating you with his finger, soon you started shaking and clenching his cock as you reached your orgasm. Adrian gives you soft kisses in your jaw, lowering to your neck and humming against your skin as he reaches his own high pleasure letting his cum paint your velvet walls.

“You are the only one for me too…” He whispered, lowering you to be on your feet but also holding your waist when he saw your legs shaking. 

“Let’s finish here and we can order something to eat, A…” You kissed him and smiled. “My Vigilante”

[chaseadrian]

packing tape

At the behest of Amanda Waller, Adrian and the rest of the team have been reassigned throughout the country. In the midst of moving you both struggle with the future you're facing and your shared past.

pairing: adrian chase x f!reader tags: 18+ ONLY, explicit, hurt/comfort, established relationship, dom!adrian, light bondage, unprotected, self care, fear of abandonment, needy!adrian, lmk if i forgot anything lol  word count: 4.2k+ a/n: yeah this is fully inspired by my own move which is coming up in a few days. just some good ol hurt/comfort and a happy ending bc i cannot live without those anyway hope yall like it!!

The pavement grumbled underneath you as Adrian did his best to avoid the potholes beneath your box truck, a mission that failed as soon as it started amidst the unkempt highways of the southern United States. 

“Where do our taxes even go?” You complained, your eyes closed to subdue the car sickness that came with seeing the landscape bleed away from the window. 

“Filling prisons with brown and black people, actually.” Adrian’s voice was serious, lips pressing together in a frustrated pout. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, and readjusted his hand on the wheel, white knuckling the cracking leather. 

“Yeah.” You muttered, slinking down in your seat and flipping the sun visor open. 

It was near dusk, and this was the second day of driving you two had undergone, over halfway to your new, albeit temporary, home. 

The team had splintered a few missions after the butterflies, and you watched as Amanda Waller’s fury slashed the budget for Adrian’s undercover op, sending members of the team around the country to discourage insubordination. Granted, you knew the team was on thin ice after Leota’s press conference, and she could only use her relationship with her mother as a bargaining chip for so long. 

Waller had let a few missions slide by, menial stuff like capturing a particularly powerful criminal, or rounding up a group of escaped meta-convicts who had made their way to LA from Washington State Penitentiary. And though you weren’t officially part of the team, you and Keeya had tagged along and holed up in your own hotel room anyway, convincing Leota and Adrian to hang behind for a few days to enjoy the city they’d just saved. 

But, the press coverage evolved into a gnarled monster that Waller couldn’t control, so she broke the team up and sent you all packing with the threat of imprisonment or, if imprisonment didn’t seem like a terrifying enough ordeal, death. And out of everywhere she could’ve sent you, somehow you and Adrian had the misfortune of getting fucking Florida. 

Adrian was kind of over the moon. 

“Do you know how much crazy shit happens in Florida? Washington was a backwater shithole, I was mostly killing violent meth heads and abusive dads, but Florida? Imagine this: A man is pestering an alligator, I kill him, then I get an alligator sidekick by feeding him the man. Just like Peacemaker and Eagly.”

It didn’t matter how much you told him that Eagly was definitely not a wild eagle that Chris had just lured out of the forest one day, Adrian was convinced he could net an alligator as a sidekick. 

You were ripped out of your thoughts by the truck dipping into a deep pothole. 

“Shit, Adrian!” You moved a hand to your stomach, pressing to alleviate the queasiness that came with the sudden jolt. 

“Sorry. Sorry.” He looked at you, brows raised and teeth clenched, trying to read your anger. 

You reached a hand over to him, placing it on his forearm and squeezing, “It’s fine, I just—I think I need a break. Can we pull over at the next rest stop?” 

“Okay, I saw a sign that said the next one is coming up in about twenty-four miles, are you going to be okay until then?” His lips formed a pout as he watched you in obvious discomfort. 

You nodded, driving your head back into the headrest, trying to still yourself as much as possible. 

Those twenty-four miles dragged on longer than the previous 1,500, and you couldn’t bear to see the green plains fly by the window in a dizzying blur anymore. Watching the Washington landscapes you knew bleed into unfamiliar terrain and darting looks from strangers whenever you stopped. It was nauseating, so much time on the road, your thighs ached no matter how much you stretched them. 

This was a big thing, and all you could do was sit and let it happen, because the alternative was being without Adrian. That was out of the question. You had already been away from him too long, having come back to Evergreen the second you saw his face plastered over the news. Next to Christopher Smith, of all people. 

Not that you had anything real against him. Growing up under the white hood of his father, he was bound to be fucked up, but you knew he was a victim, too. The bruising on his body like a permanent tattoo that he shrugged off whenever you asked. It was always from taking on too many criminals at once, or jumping off of a roof, or training too hard. Adrian thought it was kickass, but you always looked at the man in front of you and just saw the sad teenager you’d often worried about as a kid. 

You fled your own family situation as soon as you could, leaving behind Evergreen the second your graduation cap came back down from the sky. College on the horizon, and Adrian in the rear window with his shoulders fallen, the most heart wrenching pout on his face.

And then there he was twelve years later—grown and handsome and different, but the smile on his face was still him. Still the Adrian you sat next to in English, who couldn’t understand satire. The Adrian who gave you his chocolate milk during lunch and brought you candy from the vending machine when your parents were late to pick you up. Eventually you stopped counting on them, but Adrian was always there to walk you home. 

You couldn’t describe the breathlessness you felt when you saw him again. Not like a gut punch, but like staying underwater too long. Vision blurring, blood pounding, clawing for the surface. 

One plane ride later, you were on his porch, breaking the surface of the water when he opened the door. He stared at you like you were a hologram, one of his hands tentatively reaching out and wrenching you into his arms once he knew you were flesh. 

Your luggage tipped over onto the floor, and you sobbed against his chest, fingers knotting in his shirt, breathing him in. 

He kissed you amidst cries, your face caked with tears and snot, and that was it. 

You didn’t regret getting out, didn’t regret all you achieved and did and felt, who you knew and who you loved. But you regretted leaving Adrian, that last look on his face burned into your brain whenever you thought of home. 

It would never happen again. 

So, here you were, in a rattling van with your lives packed up in the cargo space. 

“Hey, we're here.” Adrian had reached a hand out, placing it on your thigh to coax you out from the memories you’d retreated into. 

You opened your eyes, catching the sun dip down into the sky, the last hues of orange and red gradating into pinks, purples, and blues. 

Adrian had already hopped out of the truck and jogged over to your side, opening your door and reaching a hand up to help you down. Taking it, you stepped out of the vehicle and Adrian steadied you, his arms on either side, eyes fixed on yours. 

“Stay here.” He said, darting off to the restrooms and disappearing behind a brick wall. 

You took stock of the area, empty save for a couple semis that were off in the distance, their lights off and windows blacked out. The drivers were probably sleeping, and if they weren’t, the trucks were far enough that you’d be able to see anyone before they made it to you. Sure, you weren’t a trained vigilante, but you weren’t helpless. 

Walking around to the back of the truck, you popped open the door and hopped onto the edge of the cargo bed. The distinct pattern of Adrian’s footsteps grew closer, and you kicked your legs back and forth, waiting for him. 

“Hey, you didn’t stay there.” He hopped up next to you, offering the candy he held. 

“Sorry, just needed to sit, and I didn’t feel like getting back in the cab.” You ripped open the wrapper, taking a small bite from the bar. 

“Okay.” He scooted closer, sliding a hand up your back and rubbing circles. “You know, you never get nauseous on car rides.” 

“I know.” You shrunk in on yourself, hunching and taking another bite. 

“You’re not sick or anything, right?” 

“No, Adrian, I’m not sick. I’m just—I guess I’m nervous.” 

He cocked his head, frowning, “Nervous about what?” 

“Really? We’re moving to a whole new fucking state. And not even by choice. Fucking Waller, punishing all of you without ever going into the fucking field herself. She’s a damn hypocrite, and now we have to pay the price for her ambitions. I’m not even part of the team! I didn’t want this!” The words cut through you before you could give them a second thought. You were afraid the nausea from the car would make you sick, but instead of all the road trip food, you spewed words that you realized—a second too late—would hurt Adrian. 

His hand on your back paused before he withdrew it, both of them now between his lap, gripping the cold metal edge of the truck bed.

“I didn’t know you felt like that.” 

You turned to face him, pulling a leg up onto the truck, ankle tucked under your other knee. You moved to place a hand on his back before stopping in your tracks and withdrawing when you saw him flinch away from the contact. 

“Adrian I—”

“I can um…I’ll buy you a plane ticket back to Washington, if you want. Or you can drive the truck back. Some of this stuff is yours. Or you can take the Sebring, Waller said it’s in storage in Florida already. I know that’s another thousand miles of driving but—”

“Adrian, stop, stop.” You scooted closer to him, placing a hand on his knee. “I’m sorry. I don’t want any of that.” 

“Okay. What do you want?” 

He wagered a look at you, trying to understand. 

“I just want to be with you. I’m scared, and I don’t know what our life is going to be like. If the rest of it will be at the whim of Amanda Waller, if you and I will ever get to find our own place, or, our own home. I didn’t mean that I didn’t want you. I just meant—” You paused, moving a hand to comb through Adrian’s hair, “I wish this was something we were choosing together. Not something that was chosen for us.” 

He nodded against your hand, leaning into the touch. 

“I’m happy you’re with me.” Adrian said, “And I’m sorry.” 

You moved as close to him as you could, “Adrian, you have nothing to apologize for. You’re trying to make the world a better place.” 

One of his hands left the metal bed and rested atop the hand that was in his hair, guiding it to his lips so he could kiss your palm. 

“I love you, Adrian, and I’m sorry for ever leaving you. I said it would never happen again and I meant it. I’ll tell you for the rest of our lives.” 

You pulled his body into a hug, one arm wrapping around his neck and the other around his waist as he leaned sideways into the embrace. He held onto your forearm with both hands, burying his face into the crook of your elbow, lips pressing along your sleeved arm. 

When he turned to face you, his eyes were glistening, not quite threatening to spill tears but still betraying his emotionless facade. You kissed the corners of them, freckling his face with your lips until you tasted salt. 

Adrian had started crying, but he remained silent. No heaving chest, nor sobbing breaths. The tears just slid down his cheeks, and you held him to you, each drop cracking open your chest, drying your lungs with the salt until your breaths were shriveling, choked, and you’d started crying too. 

The two of you sat there holding each other, cloaked in the last remnants of sunset, backed by the short adult life you’d lived together thus far. Well-worn furniture and stacked boxes, delineated with Adrian’s scribbles. You mourned for the years without him, longed for a future that didn’t hinge on Amanda Waller, and sat in the moment, trying to accept that this was your life now. You didn’t choose it, but you chose Adrian, and the life that came with him. 

He pulled away from you, and the tears glistened off his skin, “I love you.” He said, hands moving to wipe the tears from your face. 

“I love you.” You replied, having to whisper so the words wouldn’t get stuck in your throat. 

Adrian slid a hand behind your neck, turning his body all the way to face you, and held you there. His eyes were still wet with tears, and they scanned your face, darting from your eyes to your mouth to your cheeks. You were flush with shame as he looked at you, the muscles under your skin turning to magma as he stared. He was studying you, watching the way your throat constricted as you swallowed the lump in your throat, the way you couldn’t meet his eyes for more than a second. 

You sat in this moment, leaving the next one in his hands. 

When he finally brought you in for a kiss it wasn’t sad, slow, or careful.

He drove his lips into yours, teeth clattering together, hand tight on your neck. You felt his desperation, the way his free hand clawed at your shirt, scrunching as much fabric as he could underneath his palm, fingertips digging into your skin as the cloth grew taut. This was more you letting him kiss you than something you were engaging in together, his lips desperate and biting. Every movement read like ownership, like you couldn’t leave if you tried, like his kisses would drag you back if you could escape his grasp. 

“You’re mine” He spoke against your mouth and pulled you back by the neck, “Please, tell me you’re mine.” 

You tried putting your hands on either side of his face, but Adrian caught one of your wrists and held it tight, imploring you with his eyes to just do as he says, tell him what he wants as long as it’s the truth. Don’t lie to him and please, God, don’t leave him. The tension in his body was tangible in the marks his fingertips made on your skin, the way his hand held the column of your neck. 

“I’m yours, Adrian.” You tried your best to wrench from his grasp, and he let loose, allowing you to press your forehead against his. Whispering in the space between your mouths, you watched Adrian’s eyes flutter with every word. 

“Only yours. Yours, yours, yours.” Repeated like a prayer, you didn’t stop talking until the word was gibberish, until Adrian shut you up himself with more kisses. 

You brought your free hand over to where Adrian was still holding your wrist between your bodies, and he wrapped his fingers around your unmarked skin. The stinging indents he’d made faded with every second your lips were together. 

“Tell me you’re not going to leave me again.” 

Adrian pressed kisses to the corner of your mouth and along your jawline before darting to the slope of your neck, nipping at the skin with sharp, short bites. It sent a shiver through your body, and you’d taken a beat too long, swept up in the feeling of Adrian’s lips on you. He bit into your skin a little harder, and you cried out. 

“Never. Never, I promise. I should’ve—I should’ve never left you. You coulda—ah—coulda come with me. I should’ve off—offered. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” The words were stuttered, broken as Adrian pushed you down with his body onto the cold bed of the truck, raising your wrists above your head. 

“Good. Good girl. Sweet girl. My sweet girl.” He spoke in between kisses, his free hand sliding under your shirt to hold your waist. “Don’t move.” 

You did as you were told, watching Adrian rifle through the drawer of the desk closest to you. He pulled out a roll of brown shipping tape, and kneeled over to you, straddling your waist. 

Adrian pulled down your shirt sleeves, ripping off a strip of the tape to wrap over the fabric, your wrists tight together in front of you. He turned to put the tape back, and you took the opportunity to sling your arms around his neck, bringing him back down into a kiss. Caught off guard by the move, he melted into the kiss for a few brief seconds before ducking out of your grasp and grabbing your wrists again, bringing them to the front of his jeans. 

You ran your palm against the fabric best you could, feeling Adrian’s bulge underneath the denim before fumbling to get them open and grab his dick. 

His eyes loomed on you, still straddling your waist as he took your hands off him, lifting them above your head and onto a hook attachment along the door frame of the truck. While you stared at him in awe, he reached a hand down to the waistband of his boxer briefs, sliding down the fabric to release his cock. 

Adrian leaned down and hovered above your lips; you felt his erection pressing into your stomach. 

“Do you think anyone else has gotten me this hard?” 

You strained underneath him, pulling your wrists each time you felt his cock twitch against you. Though you shook your head no, Adrian stayed above your lips, backing away every time you arched up to try and kiss him. 

“Tell me, please.” 

“No. No, nobody’s ever gotten you that hard. Nobody else ever will.” 

He smiled and kissed you, sitting back up and fixing a hand on his dick. 

“That’s my girl.” 

His eyes fluttered closed when he started pumping his cock, the skin red and hot and flushing white as he squeezed. He slid a hand up your shirt, underneath your bra to grab one of your tits, wrenching the bra up above them once he got frustrated with the restraint of the band on his wrist. 

How ironic. You thought, smiling to yourself as you pulled against your own restraints. 

The sight of him on top of you, getting himself off while you writhed underneath him, was both too much to bear and something you never wanted to stop. He looked beautiful like this, spurred on by reassurances you gave him, taking care of himself, using you. 

While you laid there watching him, everything else didn’t matter. Amanda Waller could go fuck herself; you’d take Adrian to Disneyworld and the beach and make him pancakes in a sunlit kitchen. You’d sit next to him as he slept off a fight gone wrong, watch his breaths just as you were now, make sure the air survived his lungs, all rattling blood and slow healing. Your life together would be yours no matter where Waller dragged you. Everywhere was home as long as it was the two of you. 

You were each other’s, and when there’s a love like that, it’s the world that has to answer to you. Not the other way around. 

Adrian was back against your mouth, his hands on your hips, grinding down into your stomach. 

“Please, Adrian. I need you. Please.” You begged, wrestling with the restraints and bucking your hips up into him, every nerve in your body needing to be covered by him. 

He slid along your body, undoing your jeans and pulling them down just enough to expose your cunt, warm mouth darting between your legs before the cold could touch you. He slid his tongue between you, tasting the arousal he’d drawn, every flick of his tongue against your clit driving you deeper into your neediness. 

That’s what he wanted from you, what he needed from you. Every twitch and pulse from between your legs added to the validation he craved. 

When he started pressing kisses up your body, they were punctuated by laughter he couldn’t help. 

“Why are you laughing?” You strained, still, breathing out the words as he kissed the pit of your neck. 

Adrian hovered over you again, rocking back and forth so his cock was sliding between your lips, expanding the white hot light that lived in your brain right now. 

“I fuck you better than anyone you’ve ever fucked.” 

He pressed into you in that moment, several gasps cascading over one another from between his lips. 

You nodded your head, the pressure of his cock mounting as he pushed all the way in, slow and deep, before pulling out. Each thrust filling you up as you wrenched your wrists harder and harder, needing your hands on his body. 

Adrian’s eyes flicked up to your wrists, and back down to your face, a smile on his lips that only disappeared when he could no longer hold back the moan in his throat. He didn’t oblige, and his whines just shot spirals of desperation into your stomach as he tried to speak.

“T—tell me. Please.” 

You struggled to put words together, each attempt cut off by the feeling of his cock inside you, by the absence of his body underneath your hands, the distance between your lips. 

“N—nobody fucks me like yo—u.” 

Adrian let the full weight of his body drop onto yours, one hand underneath your head, matting in your hair, the other under the arch of your back, holding you up as he fucked into you faster and sloppier, all the tension and stress and sadness culminating into an Adrian who was struggling to keep himself together.

The bursting light in your head grew hotter as sweat slicked up your torso, beads of sweat saturating Adrian’s shirt until it was sticking between you, affixing your bodies. 

“I can’t—I—” Adrian was stuttering out words, guttural syllables trapped in his throat, and you knew he was coming to his end. It was quicker than either of you were used to, but the stickiness of the air and the fullness of your hearts led you both to your climax in little time. 

You felt a hard lump in your throat as Adrian came, muttering your name and “I love you” over and over, his body quaking atop you, still fucking you in a jagged, broken rhythm. 

That lump turned into a choked moan as Adrian kept thrusting into you, bringing a hand between your bodies to slide against your clit, thumb circling until the white hot light burst and you were shaking underneath him, red static gripping your body as you yanked at the restraint. 

Adrian relented as your body cooled, unhooking your hands and bringing them to his mouth to rip the tape with his teeth, careful as he peeled it off in case your sleeve had shifted at all. 

“I’m all yours, Adrian. I love you.” You watched him stick the tape to a desk. 

He pressed a kiss to each of your palms before leaning down to kiss you, whispering against your lips, “I’m yours, too. And I love you.” His hands let yours go so he could fix your bra and shirt, pulling his own over his head to clean you up with and help you get the jeans back on. 

Adrian adjusted his own jeans, tossing the shirt in the open drawer where he’d gotten the tape. He laid down next to you on the truck bed, curling an arm underneath you as you rolled to lay on his chest. 

There was a lot unsaid in those quiet moments, fears and anxieties that tomorrow could deal with. Forever was a daunting promise no matter how much love was staked. You’d sooner sell the ivory in your bones than break your promise to Adrian, but you knew and he knew that if you’d done it once, you could do it again. He’d accepted it, earlier, and the look on his face was just an aged version of that boyish pout you’d see in your rearview mirror. 

You held tighter to Adrian, the ache in your chest softened by his hands holding you tighter. 

All you had to do for the rest of your life was come back, and with how much Adrian felt like home, that was the easiest feat in the world. No matter how your nerves shuddered and pulled at you, telling you to run and escape and survive. 

Adrian wasn’t someone you survived; for once in your life, he was someone who reminded you why you were alive. 

The two of you breathed in the hot night air, eyeing the semi-trucks. 

“You think they saw anything?” You said, tilting your head to look at Adrian. 

“Nah, but if they did, don’t worry, I’ll kill them.”

You smacked him on the chest, and he laughed, “Hey. It’s illegal to be a peeping Tom.” 

“Yeah, so is public sex, smartass.” 

He squeezed you to him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“I’m gonna die with you one day anyway, that’s good enough for me.” 

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Horror movies [A.C]

Adrian Chase x reader

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I've been writing this for like a week and it's not even that good, it was just something I came up with the other night. I hope you like it. (It is not corrected at all, an apology if you see a mistake)

You sighed, giving perhaps the thousandth turn on the mattress in the room. Once a week, you and the team would get together at Leota's house to watch a movie. It had become a kind of tradition and you always stayed there because it had enough rooms for all of you and also because it had a huge television. Sometimes you slept in the living room and other times in a room (like now) but it was still great to share time with your friends. Although now you hated a little to have accepted.

It turns out that, to avoid arguments, each week a member of the team chose which movie you would see. You always chose musicals, Chris chose action movies, Economos chose westerns, Leota and Keeya romantic comedies and your sweet Adrian chose cartoons (more than once you had to watch anything from Shrek to princess stories), and when Emilia chose it was always genres unpredictable. And that day, he put on the most horrible horror movie you've ever seen in your fucking life.

That is to say, during the missions you saw blood and deaths in enormous quantities, but for some reason that movie with the monster that stalked the houses and lived under the beds had made a special impact on you. You were insensitive but you were still completely scared.

So you had tried to sleep to get rid of those thoughts, but you were scared to think that at any moment claws would come out and caress your feet. In addition, it was raining outside and as if that were not enough, it also made you want to go to the bathroom at that precise moment. The bathroom wasn't far, but you knew the dark path would seem forever tonight.

Your bare feet touched the icy wood and a shiver ran through you. You knew that in those horror movies they never turned on the lights and it was a fatal mistake, but you couldn't help but do it anyway because you knew that if someone woke up because of you, you would have problems.

Your bedroom door creaked as you stepped out into the hallway and tried to breathe as normally as possible, telling yourself that nothing in that movie was real and no one could attack you. Although of course, it was one thing to say it and another thing to believe it. Still, you took a couple of steps, looking at the door that would lead you to the bathroom, and sighed when you were almost there, feeling suddenly safe from almost touching the handle. Well, that is until you felt you collide with something, almost letting out a terrified scream when it pointed a sharp knife right at your neck.

“Y/N?” you listened, a voice quite familiar to you.

“Adrian! What the hell?" you screamed. You felt the knife move away from your skin and when your eyes adjusted you could see that he was wearing an old shirt and boxy print pants, all in shades of blue like the ones in his Vigilante outfit.

“Oh my God…you scared me”

"I scared you?! You're the one who almost stabbed me!"

"Because I thought you were that horrible fucking monster!" he claimed you. Maybe if you hadn't been so scared, you would have teased him "I just wanted to go to the bathroom"

“So am I” you snorted. You weren't very proud of how you felt, but at least you were calm that you weren't the only one. Although well, come to think of it Adrian had always been a fucking nut and you didn't think how good it was that you shared those feelings.

You were silent for a few seconds and then he spoke in a whisper again.

“Do you want to go in first? I can take care of the door and then you can take care of me, okay?” he asked nicely. You nodded and followed his suggestion, feeling less scared as you heard him urinate and leaned against the door. You knew it was complete stupidity to be terrified, but you couldn't help it.

“Fuck” you hissed when he opened the door and you almost fell against his chest.

"Sorry," he laughed. He seemed in a better mood and thanks to the dim lighting in the bathroom you could see his disheveled hair and his beautiful little narrowed eyes. He was so cute, it wasn't the first time you thought about it.

"Are you scared about the movie?" you asked. Adrian smiled slightly embarrassed.

"Something like that," he replied. You still felt unprotected in the hallway and took a short step to enter the bathroom with him. Seeing that you didn't say anything, he continued, "Well, I'm actually scared as shit, to be honest."

“I know, I fucking hate horror movies. I'd rather watch your cartoons."

"Hey!" he groaned, with a small smile, making you smile too "I can assume that you're scared too?"

"No" you lied. But your tone of voice was obvious and you knew it when he raised an eyebrow at you “Anyway, we have to go to sleep now. It's late,” you exclaimed, walking back out into the hallway for him to join you. When you were forced to turn off the light in the bathroom you felt unprotected again "Rest, Ady"

“You too” you heard him say. You walked a little towards your room and he walked in the opposite direction, but almost as if you had read his mind, you turned at the same time.

"I don't want to sleep alone" he spoke first.

"Neither do I"

"And what do you suggest?"

"We can sleep together" you exclaimed, as he walked back towards you "I'd feel less bad if I had company"

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

“I don't want to sleep with you, I don't want to sleep alone. It's different” you clarified, with a mocking tone. He seemed to think about it for a second and the room fell silent, except for the sound of rain. Then he took a couple of steps forward and grabbed your hand, taking you by surprise, as he pulled you into the room. Once there he flopped down against the bed, grabbing most of the blanket Leota had left "Oh no!" you screeched, reaching over to try and take it off. "Get yours."

“You can share. Don't be mean to me."

"It's my blanket"

"If you don't share, I can go, and then neither of us can sleep, how about that?" he asked, watching you from below. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and then slid into the free space of the bed, grumbling a little at the invasion you were experiencing. Although the truth, it was better than fearing a monster that didn’t exist.

You felt how part of the blanket-covered you and suddenly you got nervous. You hadn't realized that Adrian was inches from you and that you were about to sleep together. Damn, you were going to sleep with Adrian, that idiot who drove you crazy but also gave you butterflies in your stomach every time he smiled.

“I wonder if ghosts and monsters have an unwritten rule not to attack people covered by a blanket. You know, let this act as some kind of barrier."

"Shut up and go to sleep, Adrian" you laughed. You weren't serious, he knew, but still, he didn't want to ramble on about it. You were on your back and suddenly you felt his body moving closer, his back bumping into yours.

The rain was still pouring down outside and the sound wasn't too unpleasant, but as your eyes were closing you heard thunder crashing in the sky and you jumped in place, taking the first thing you came across with your hand. Interestingly, that was Adrian's hand.

"Damn!" he yelled, also a bit startled "Stupid fucking filthy rain!"

"It’s okay" you laughed. You still hadn't let go of his hand and it was a nice feeling. Apparently he felt the same, because he still had his back to him and slid his hand a little further until he held you properly.

And you decided to take advantage of that opportunity because… hell, if not then when would you do it then?

You turned a little and wrapped your arm around his delicate waist, making him tense, while your head rested on the upper part of his back.

"Hey, are you trying to seduce me or something?" you heard him ask and as you rolled your eyes you tried to pull your hand away, but he held you firmly. Before you could reply, he turned around and came face to face with you.

“Don't try anything”

"I just want to see you," he laughed. Suddenly you felt his arm wrapping around your waist, in the same way, to hold you tenderly "Sleep peacefully, I'm going to protect you"

“You were the one who came here because you were scared”

“Well, now I'm not anymore, okay? Shut up and go to sleep,” he snorted, closing his eyes and settling back on the pillow. The space between you was warm and suddenly you had forgotten why he was there in the first place. You weren't so afraid now thanks to his arm pressed against your body and the feel of his breath so close to yours. Without being able to help it, you stretched a little until you reached his nose and left a soft kiss before speaking.

"Rest, my hero"

He didn't open his eyes, but you saw an obvious smile forming on his lips.

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The Very First Night

Ship: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x gn!Reader

Warnings: Canon Violence, Angst, Flashbacks, Cursing.

Summary: You’ve never been a fan of company parties, especially when your ex shows up and old feelings get brought back up.

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: Hi lovelies! Here is my first OFFICIAL fic on my blog! Little nervous, but it’s cool! I hope you enjoy it!

Want to send me a prompt? My Taylor Swift Lyric Prompt List is here!

The Very First Night by Taylor Swift (spotify): Here

You hate going to company parties. They’re always super formal, and you hate the fact you’re forced to mingle with the other divisions. But Miss Amanda Waller insisted that you came to this one specifically, and you can not say no to that woman.

So, here you are, all dressed up with a champagne glass in your hand and your phone in the other. You’re scanning the room looking for any of your former teammates. You doubted that John Economos would come to this, but there was hope that maybe Emilia Harcourt or Leota Abedeyo would show up; and if they show up, there's a slim chance Peacemaker was forced to come along too. You might even see Adrian-

Your breath hitches and you quickly sip your champagne. Adrian Chase, your ex boyfriend. The one you wish you could go back in time for. You guys started dating two months after you were dispatched from Gotham to Evergreen to be the 11th Street Kids’ team medic. Adrian was your ‘partner in crime fighting’ for eight months. The best eight months of your life.

The last two month on the team were considered the worst two months of your life. The first field mission after the two of you broke up (which wasn’t long after, two days exactly), Adrian came back to the van in pieces. He was covered in blood, both his own and his opponents, as well as various deep cuts that would need immediate stitches.

You placed the supply kit next to Adrian and started digging through it. “I’m fine,” he said harshly. “You need stitches,” you said back, pulling the stitches kit out of the bag. “I said I’m fine!’ Adrian had snapped at you. You looked him in the eyes before huffing, “Fine! Bleed out, I don’t fucking care.” Then you turned your attention to stitching Chris up. The ride back to HQ was silent. The team was confused.

It wasn't until Harcourt had walked in on you sobbing in the medical supply room after hours did anyone actually know that you two had split up. After that, John pretended to not see your flinches when Adrian spoke in the coms. Leota started sitting in the seat Adrian used to during debriefing. Harcourt made sure you two were never in situations alone together. Chris went out of his way to make sure if you were on the field, you were with him for protection.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when your name was called.

“Y/N!,” Leota said with a grin, coming up to you with her wife, Keeya. “How are you? It feels like it’s been forever.” You smile and give her a hug. “Because it has been,” you say as you embrace. “Is Emilia coming?” you ask as you pull away from each other.

“If I have to be here, so does she,” Keeya interjects. Leota playfully elbows her wife. “Emilia was tasked with driving Chris and-” You didn’t hear the rest of what Leota said because your eyes were met with an all too familiar pair of green eyes. Adrian was actually here.

You immediately remember the night you met him. You’d been assigned to the 11th Street Kids after they all recovered from Project Butterfly. It was your first long-term dispatch, and you were super nervous. You already knew Emilia and John from Task Force X, but you’d never met Peacemaker or Vigilante. You didn’t want them to think you were weak. Of course, they would grow to learn that.

“This is Adrian Chase, also known as Vigilante,” Harcourt said. When you looked up to meet his eyes, you were mesmerized. “Green is my favorite color,” you said out loud. Adrian blinked at you before giving you a big grin. “So you’re our new doctor, Dr. Y/L/N?” he asked as your face flushed. You looked away. “Call me Y/N, and I’m a medic not a doctor. There’s a difference.”

That night, the team took you to a bar to get initiated and you realized you were going to love being there. You had especially taken a liking to Adrian. He was funny and smart, and had a lot to say. Others would be put off by his talking, but you enjoyed it. What you didn’t know at the time, but this would be the very first night of many with Adrian.

You snap yourself from your thoughts and look back at Leota, who is grimacing. “I was hoping we’d get here in time to warn you that he was coming,” she says remorsefully. You give her a small smile and reach out to pat her arm in reassurance, “Don’t worry about that, I’m okay. How about we catch up? It’s been, what? Four months since I’ve seen you? Tell me how you’ve been!”

You listen to Leota as she talks about the team and the trouble that they had been up to. You try to ignore the aching in your heart as she spoke to you, not wanting to seem broken-hearted in front of your friend and her wife. Truth is, you’d do anything to go back to the team. You missed them all, jokes and stupid comments too. Not a day went by without you hoping the new team medic treated the team the best.

“How is the new medic?” you ask, sipping your glass, “I know she’s good at the job, but is she getting along with everyone well?” Leota shrugs, “Sure, Maria is fine, and yeah she can definitely do the job. But I think the whole team would rather have you back. She doesn’t get the team's humor the way you do.” You let a soft laugh fall from your lips, then you notice Emilia walking towards you with Chris following her like a lost dog. You don’t know if you’re happy that Adrian wasn’t in sight.

“Hey guys,” you say as they approach, ”Long time no see!” The three of you exchange some happy hello’s before Chris gives you a look. It was almost pleading. “Dude, you have to come back. Maria is a bitch-” Before he could finish, he was elbowed in the side by Emilia. You gave a happy sigh as you listened to Emilia and Chris bicker, you totally missed this. But then your eyes slowly caught sight of something you definitely didn’t want to see, and your smile was replaced with a cheek bite. Adrian was there dancing with a beautiful blonde woman, and he was smiling.

The mission was in Los Angeles, and there were some guys Waller needed the team to take out before they became a national threat. There was luckily enough funding for the team to get decent places to stay; honestly the place was more like an extra small apartment. It was nice, and the fact that you got to share the room with Adrian made it all the better. Sure, it was a shady mission, but you were with him.

With the city’s roaring commotion and blinding lights filling the small kitchen, you grabbed Adrian’s hands with a big smile on your face. “Honey Bear,” you say happily, “Let’s dance!” Adrian, of course, gives you his goofy grin before spinning you. There’s a loud squeak followed by laughter that comes from you as he pulls you in to dip you down. You put your hand on his cheek as he leans to kiss you, and you think about how you could do this with him for forever.

You blink back the tears that start threatening to spill from your eyes. “Is that Maria?” you ask softly, not trusting your voice to be any louder. Emilia looked over her shoulder with a sigh. “Yeah,” she said, disappointment in her voice, “That’s her.” Maria was pretty, with her blonde hair and what looked to be ocean blue eyes. The type of girl who could get anyone. “Another medic,” you say, “It’s nice to know I was just his type.” With shaken hands, you set your drink down and excuse yourself to the bathroom.

The second your face was out of their sights, you felt the tears fall down your cheeks. What you didn’t see was Adrian watching you.

You tapped your fingers on the white cloth that covered the table. It was your birthday, and the team had taken you out to the bar in order to celebrate. Everyone was there… except for the one person who really mattered. This had become a habit of Adrian the last few weeks; missing date nights to spend more time as Vigilante. Leaving you to wonder if you had done something.

“Have you heard from Adrian?” you asked Chris, hoping maybe he had said something to his best friend. Chris shook his head, “Fuck dude, he’s not here yet? I’m surprised, Vig never fucking stops talking about you.” As the hour passed, with no sign of Adrian showing up, you hid in the bathroom to cry. When you returned to the table, the team looked at you with worry. “He said he’d be here.”

It felt like hell broke out the next morning. The second Adrian walked through the door of the apartment the two of had been sharing, you knew what the two of you had was over. “I have to be Vigilante, Y/N!” he yelled at you, his hands in the air, “If I don’t prioritize this city’s safety, who will?” You could feel your blood boiling, overshadowing the breaks in your heart. “I’m your PARTNER, Adrian! You should prioritize me too! I have barely seen you outside of work.”

“It’s my job to be Vigilante, not to be your boyfriend Y/N.” The words he said were venomous, slowly killing you. This was the moment you knew he had changed. This wasn’t the Adrian you fell in love with anymore, it was someone else. “Well,” you said with a sad smile, staring into his eyes, “I hope you love the streets of Evergreen as much as I loved you.”

And that was that, you turned to pack up your things. The apartment was silent as you packed. When you dropped the apartment key on the counter, he looked at you. You could see that Adrian had been crying, too. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it,”he said. You shrugged. “Me too,” you said back before turning to go back to the apartment Waller was paying for you and the rest of the team to stay in.

You wipe your tears before cleaning yourself up. Once you deemed yourself presentable, you left the bathroom. Crying in the bathroom at a work event was definitely not on your bucket list for the night.

The second the door was opened, Adrian’s green eyes met yours. “Y/N,” he gasped. “Can-fuck, can we talk?” His voice came out as a desperate beg. “Please?” You shake your head. “Adrian, please move,” you attempt to push past him, “I don’t have anything to say to you-”

Adrian grabs your wrist, his eyes pleading. “Do you know how much I miss you?” he begs. “Please…” You look up at Adrian, tears threatening you again. “What about Maria?” your voice cracks. “She’s not you, fuck Y/N, no one can compare to you,” Adrian stumbles. “No matter what I do, who I see, kill, or, fucking, even if I sleep with someone else I’m wishing for you.”

You stare into Adrian’s eyes, inspecting them. The perfect color of green, complemented by soft curly hair and soft freckles you don’t see unless you’re looking. Something told you that this was him. The Adrian you had fallen in love with; the one who made stupid jokes and danced in the rain with you. He is right in front of you, and you missed him.“Okay,” you whisper, “We can… we can talk.”

Adrian tells you that he was scared of how happy you made him; how scared he was that he actually had something to lose. That he didn’t know how to process how much he loved you, and it terrified him. “If I gave you a reason to leave me,” he said with a cracking voice, “Then I wouldn’t need to confront how I felt… But fuck, then you fully left us, the team, and I couldn’t handle that. I thought I was losing it, Y/N. At least with you in Evergreen I could protect you, but you left to go back to Gotham and I knew I fucked-” You cut him off with a hug, arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him into you. “I missed you too,” you whispered. He let out a choked cry as he hugged you back.

Like the very first night, you sat in a quiet corner with Adrian talking and talking. There was less laughing this time, and quite a few more tears, but you left the work event with his hand in yours, feeling a lot better than how you felt when you walked in.

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So here is some headcanon for Leota Adebayo and Amanda Waller:

She grew up as the single daughter of a very busy woman, so basically she was raised by a nanny, the neighbours and occasionally, her father (some holidays, weekends, etc.).

I don't think she is from Gotham, that would be Keeya. They met when Leota started working at the dog rescue. She moved to Gotham there, partly to get away from her mother.

She doesn't think her mom is a bad person, but mom is distant and depressed, sometimes she just didn't have the energy to be with a child. Waller is also a bit disconnected from the usual way humans behave and grow up so she would expect better and bigger things from her daughter at ages when it is impossible to ask a child for them. She is also so very used to dealing with politicians, diplomats and other high-ranking officers that she only knows how to handle certain situations through manipulation and long-term strategy. Again, this doesn't really work with a child.

When Leota was a teenager, she didn't really fight her mom back. Sometimes she outsmarted her. The house seemed peaceful for anyone visiting who didn't know Waller, but to anyone familiar with her? There was always some background noise. When Leota's father went to pick her up, he would prefer to wait outside. He also made it clear that whatever she did with her mom wouldn't work with him and tried to show her a way to deal with people that didn't involve double-thinking every gesture and conversation.

So Leota was very sociable at school, had some friends, not that much bullying. Also, because she suffered one episode of severe bullying once, Waller noticed and taught her how to deal with it the Waller way. It worked so well that many people took distance from Leota after that day (including some teachers) but other weird bullied kids gravitated towards her.

Leota did volunteering work in the neighbourhood too and she was the joy of everyone who met her, always cheerful and nice and kind. Dealing with other volunteers, with rescue animals (animals don't judge, they don't expect anything from you, they don't blackmail you), she opened herself to a world where people were happy and full of energy.

Coming back home, Mom was always busy and always with a long face. She doesn't remember having fun with her mother, only responsibilities and only realising that she is suddenly doing something she didn't want to do in the first place?

So she left to Gotham because Waller didn't like Gotham because it's dangerous and dark. It took Leota a long time to find a job there and she obviously showed her mother that it was the only possible outcome. When Waller realised how Leota pulled it off, she was more proud than angry that her daughter knew how to turn situations to her favour. It was her daughter after all.

And Leota was happy working with dogs, and with Keeya. She introduced her to her friends in Gotham, showed her the cool places, told her how to deal with the difficult parts of the city and its peculiar inhabitants. And it was so easy with Keeya, she couldn't believe it. It reminded her of how it was with her dad, so easy. So Leota decided she needed to go to therapy, figure out what was broken with her mother, heal from certain things. And it worked.

Waller never had a problem with Leota being a lesbian but she didn't fully trust Keeya at the beginning. It was all so simple for that kid, so clear. She just didn't seem to see how complicated the simple things are and it was starting to change Leota too. But Waller, beneath all the cynicism and the hopelessness is not an idiot. She is happy her daughter knows someone so far from it all, maybe Leota can enjoy that too. For a while.

Waller tried to make Leota a bit like her, to make her suspect and doubt, to find alternatives in creative ways, and Leota was good at that. She wasn't good at moral dilemmas, but she managed to make Leota pass her exams to enter the Task Force X with the promise that it was only so that she could protect herself in Gotham. Even though she brought up every once in a while that there was a vacant, that Leota would do well in x project... But Keeya was there to remind Leota about what she really wanted.

And what Leota wanted was a peaceful life, an easy life when you don't have to second-guess everything. The training was useful in Gotham, but that was it. She felt she owed loyalty to her mother, maybe she was good for the Task Force after all, but life with Keeya was so easy and fun. Until they both got unemployed with 3 dogs.