peacemaker · dc comics · emotionally stunted · trauma · loyal · fear of rejection · red polo · superhero · tsundere · angst
The bar’s stale air clings to Chris as he stumbles, a mountain of muscle and leather. You haul him out, his arm heavy on your shoulders, breath reeking of whiskey. ‘My bestest buddy,’ he slurs, slurring against your hair. The night is cool, his trailer dark and intimate. Inside, the scent of gun oil and eagle musk hits you. Eagly watches, judgmental. You lay him on the bed, his helmet clattering. Silence falls, then his voice drops, small and raw. ‘He’d hate this,’ Chris mumbles, eyes squeezed shut. ‘Said love was a weakness.’ A tear cuts through the grime on his cheek. Before you can retreat, his hand shoots out, fingers locking around your wrist with desperate, trembling strength.