#VIG WHEN I CATCH YOU VIG WHEN I CATCH YOU

[sirbird]

I just needed to draw this scene cause it hasn’t left my brain 😭😭 I had to take 10 laps around my room cause I was freaking out 🫠

[solxamber]

Helloo 👋👋

May I request vil with s/o who actually finds neige creepy??

Reference to me LOLL I can't with his eyes man, it's so creepy (for me) to look at.

Anytime Neige tries to be friendly s/o just gulps and hides behind vil, tremblingg 🤣🤣

Vil x Reader who finds Neige creepy

i actually like neige but he's so sweet and it scares me sometimes. sorry for the wait, i hope you like it <3

You and Vil were on what should have been a peaceful, elegant stroll through the gardens—Vil’s idea, naturally. Everything was perfectly curated: the flowers, the way the sun hit his face just right, the leisurely pace of his stride, as if he were gliding across the earth and not, you know, walking like a normal person. You were just enjoying the moment, admiring how ridiculously perfect your boyfriend looked when—

“Vil! Vil, look! It’s me, Neige!” A voice, too cheerful for its own good, cut through the tranquility like a chainsaw through butter.

Your entire body stiffened. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You knew that voice. You feared that voice.

“Oh no, not him,” you muttered under your breath, eyes wide as saucers.

Vil, naturally, sighed. “Oh, great,” he drawled, clearly in no mood for his perennial rival’s sunshine and daisies energy. “I suppose it would be too much to hope he hasn’t seen us.”

“Vil!” Neige’s voice was even closer now, bright and bubbly, like he was sprinting over at top speed.

You panicked.

Without thinking, you dove behind Vil, grabbing onto the back of his coat and peeking out like a terrified woodland creature. There was a moment of silence. Vil glanced back at you over his shoulder, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised.

“Are you hiding?” he asked flatly, as if you were a toddler clinging to their parent’s leg.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice shaking with pure dread. “He’s coming. He’s here.”

Vil’s expression shifted, fighting back an amused smirk. “You realize he’s just a person, right? Not a… a deranged stalker or a ghost.”

You shook your head violently. “No. He’s too nice, Vil. No one’s that nice. He’s hiding something. I don’t trust him.”

Vil sighed again, but before he could respond, Neige burst into view. He looked like a walking, talking Pinterest board—flowers in his hair, that cherubic smile plastered across his face, like he was auditioning for the role of "most wholesome person alive."

“Hi! What a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Neige beamed, completely oblivious to the fact that you were half-hidden behind Vil like he was your human shield.

You froze. You weren’t ready. Why does he always look like he’s going to ask me to join his cult?

Vil gave you a sideways glance, then cleared his throat, stepping forward just enough to completely block you from Neige’s view. “It was, until about ten seconds ago,” he replied smoothly, the venom in his voice wrapped in the velvet of politeness.

Neige, as usual, didn’t catch the tone. “Oh, I’m so glad I ran into you two! We should all hang out sometime! I’ve got the cutest picnic idea planned—it’ll be just like a fairytale!”

You, still hiding behind Vil, whispered, “Picnic? With him? What is he going to bring, cupcakes made of sunshine and the tears of unicorns?”

Vil didn’t even blink. “We’re very busy,” he said, with the same grace and poise as always, as though batting away Neige’s relentless niceness was a skill he’d honed to perfection.

Neige leaned over a little, trying to peek around Vil. “Are you okay? Why are you hiding?”

You stiffened again. He saw you. He saw you. Slowly, you peered out from behind Vil, meeting Neige’s wide, innocent eyes.

“Uh…” You tried to think of something, anything that wouldn’t sound like, “You terrify me with your eternal optimism, and I’m convinced you’re secretly plotting world domination.”

“I’m… just stretching!” you blurted out, bending one leg awkwardly behind Vil’s back, still clinging to his coat.

Vil gave you a look that screamed, Really? Stretching?

“Oh, okay! That’s great! Flexibility is important!” Neige nodded vigorously, his smile somehow growing wider. How was that even possible?

You felt a shiver run down your spine. “Y-yeah. Super important.”

Vil cleared his throat again, stepping subtly to the side so you were no longer hidden. You shot him a betrayed look, but he ignored it, instead giving Neige a tight-lipped smile that barely masked his impatience.

“We really should be going, Neige,” Vil said, his voice dripping with the kind of regal authority that made you feel like he was seconds away from telling Neige to bow down and beg for mercy.

Neige’s face fell slightly, but his eternal optimism quickly reasserted itself. “Oh, of course! We’ll hang out soon though, right? I’ll bring cookies next time!” He waved enthusiastically, his fingers wiggling like they were casting a spell.

You instinctively ducked behind Vil again, like his wave was a direct attack on your personal space. Vil, to his credit, didn’t laugh at you—yet.

“Sure,” Vil said, his voice smooth and absolutely lying. “We’ll let you know.”

“Great! Bye Guys! Have a magical day!” Neige practically skipped off, probably to go pet a deer or sing to squirrels or whatever it was he did in his spare time.

Once he was out of sight, you let out a deep breath, stepping out from behind Vil, your hands still gripping the back of his coat. “That was close,��� you muttered, as if you’d just barely survived an encounter with a deadly predator.

Vil turned to face you fully, crossing his arms, an eyebrow raised. “You cannot be serious.”

You gave him a wild-eyed look. “Are you kidding me? That guy’s a menace! No one is that wholesome without having a dark secret. I bet he goes home and keeps a doll collection made of human hair.”

Vil’s lips twitched, fighting back a laugh. “A menace? Neige?” His voice was full of disbelief, like you’d just suggested that the sun was secretly a giant disco ball.

You nodded furiously. “Yes! He’s too cheerful. Too sweet. It’s unnatural!”

Vil finally let out a small chuckle, reaching out to adjust the collar of your shirt with a practiced hand. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m serious!” you insisted, glancing nervously in the direction Neige had disappeared. “He’s probably plotting right now, writing your name in some kind of weird glittery revenge diary.”

Vil shook his head, amused. “I assure you, the only thing Neige is plotting is how to bake you cookies shaped like bunnies.”

“That’s what he wants you to think,” you muttered darkly, still eyeing the path warily. “Next thing you know, we’re going to wake up covered in glitter, surrounded by singing woodland creatures, and he’ll be standing over us with that creepy smile.”

Vil sighed dramatically, slipping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “Honestly, I have no idea why I date you.”

You gave him a cheeky grin, finally starting to relax now that Neige was gone. “Because I make life interesting.”

He glanced down at you, his violet eyes glittering with amusement. “Interesting is certainly one word for it.” Then, with a smirk, he added, “Perhaps next time I’ll let Neige catch you. See how long you last under his unrelenting cheerfulness.”

You gasped, grabbing his arm in mock horror. “You wouldn’t!”

Vil smiled wickedly, his arm tightening around your shoulders. “Try me.”

“Fine!” you huffed. “But don’t come crying to me when he tries to recruit you into his sparkle cult.”

Vil laughed then, the sound rich and surprisingly fond, echoing through the garden. And for a moment, as you leaned against him, you almost forgot about the lurking threat of Neige—almost.

But not entirely.

Because you knew. You knew Neige was out there, waiting for his next opportunity.

And the next time, you’d be ready.

Masterlist

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Your car spies on you and rats you out to insurance companies

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Another characteristically brilliant Kashmir Hill story for The New York Times reveals another characteristically terrible fact about modern life: your car secretly records fine-grained telemetry about your driving and sells it to data-brokers, who sell it to insurers, who use it as a pretext to gouge you on premiums:

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/03/11/technology/carmakers-driver-tracking-insurance.html

Almost every car manufacturer does this: Hyundai, Nissan, Ford, Chrysler, etc etc:

https://www.repairerdrivennews.com/2020/09/09/ford-state-farm-ford-metromile-honda-verisk-among-insurer-oem-telematics-connections/

This is true whether you own or lease the car, and it's separate from the "black box" your insurer might have offered to you in exchange for a discount on your premiums. In other words, even if you say no to the insurer's carrot – a surveillance-based discount – they've got a stick in reserve: buying your nonconsensually harvested data on the open market.

I've always hated that saying, "If you're not paying for the product, you're the product," the reason being that it posits decent treatment as a customer reward program, like the little ramekin warm nuts first class passengers get before takeoff. Companies don't treat you well when you pay them. Companies treat you well when they fear the consequences of treating you badly.

Take Apple. The company offers Ios users a one-tap opt-out from commercial surveillance, and more than 96% of users opted out. Presumably, the other 4% were either confused or on Facebook's payroll. Apple – and its army of cultists – insist that this proves that our world's woes can be traced to cheapskate "consumers" who expected to get something for nothing by using advertising-supported products.

But here's the kicker: right after Apple blocked all its rivals from spying on its customers, it began secretly spying on those customers! Apple has a rival surveillance ad network, and even if you opt out of commercial surveillance on your Iphone, Apple still secretly spies on you and uses the data to target you for ads:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/14/luxury-surveillance/#liar-liar

Even if you're paying for the product, you're still the product – provided the company can get away with treating you as the product. Apple can absolutely get away with treating you as the product, because it lacks the historical constraints that prevented Apple – and other companies – from treating you as the product.

As I described in my McLuhan lecture on enshittification, tech firms can be constrained by four forces:

I. Competition

II. Regulation

III. Self-help

IV. Labor

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/30/go-nuts-meine-kerle/#ich-bin-ein-bratapfel

When companies have real competitors – when a sector is composed of dozens or hundreds of roughly evenly matched firms – they have to worry that a maltreated customer might move to a rival. 40 years of antitrust neglect means that corporations were able to buy their way to dominance with predatory mergers and pricing, producing today's inbred, Habsburg capitalism. Apple and Google are a mobile duopoly, Google is a search monopoly, etc. It's not just tech! Every sector looks like this:

https://www.openmarketsinstitute.org/learn/monopoly-by-the-numbers

Eliminating competition doesn't just deprive customers of alternatives, it also empowers corporations. Liberated from "wasteful competition," companies in concentrated industries can extract massive profits. Think of how both Apple and Google have "competitively" arrived at the same 30% app tax on app sales and transactions, a rate that's more than 1,000% higher than the transaction fees extracted by the (bloated, price-gouging) credit-card sector:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/07/curatorial-vig/#app-tax

But cartels' power goes beyond the size of their warchest. The real source of a cartel's power is the ease with which a small number of companies can arrive at – and stick to – a common lobbying position. That's where "regulatory capture" comes in: the mobile duopoly has an easier time of capturing its regulators because two companies have an easy time agreeing on how to spend their app-tax billions:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/05/regulatory-capture/

Apple – and Google, and Facebook, and your car company – can violate your privacy because they aren't constrained regulation, just as Uber can violate its drivers' labor rights and Amazon can violate your consumer rights. The tech cartels have captured their regulators and convinced them that the law doesn't apply if it's being broken via an app:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/18/cursed-are-the-sausagemakers/#how-the-parties-get-to-yes

In other words, Apple can spy on you because it's allowed to spy on you. America's last consumer privacy law was passed in 1988, and it bans video-store clerks from leaking your VHS rental history. Congress has taken no action on consumer privacy since the Reagan years:

https://www.eff.org/tags/video-privacy-protection-act

But tech has some special enshittification-resistant characteristics. The most important of these is interoperability: the fact that computers are universal digital machines that can run any program. HP can design a printer that rejects third-party ink and charge $10,000/gallon for its own colored water, but someone else can write a program that lets you jailbreak your printer so that it accepts any ink cartridge:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/11/ink-stained-wretches-battle-soul-digital-freedom-taking-place-inside-your-printer

Tech companies that contemplated enshittifying their products always had to watch over their shoulders for a rival that might offer a disenshittification tool and use that as a wedge between the company and its customers. If you make your website's ads 20% more obnoxious in anticipation of a 2% increase in gross margins, you have to consider the possibility that 40% of your users will google "how do I block ads?" Because the revenue from a user who blocks ads doesn't stay at 100% of the current levels – it drops to zero, forever (no user ever googles "how do I stop blocking ads?").

The majority of web users are running an ad-blocker:

https://doc.searls.com/2023/11/11/how-is-the-worlds-biggest-boycott-doing/

Web operators made them an offer ("free website in exchange for unlimited surveillance and unfettered intrusions") and they made a counteroffer ("how about 'nah'?"):

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/07/adblocking-how-about-nah

Here's the thing: reverse-engineering an app – or any other IP-encumbered technology – is a legal minefield. Just decompiling an app exposes you to felony prosecution: a five year sentence and a $500k fine for violating Section 1201 of the DMCA. But it's not just the DMCA – modern products are surrounded with high-tech tripwires that allow companies to invoke IP law to prevent competitors from augmenting, recongifuring or adapting their products. When a business says it has "IP," it means that it has arranged its legal affairs to allow it to invoke the power of the state to control its customers, critics and competitors:

https://locusmag.com/2020/09/cory-doctorow-ip/

An "app" is just a web-page skinned in enough IP to make it a crime to add an ad-blocker to it. This is what Jay Freeman calls "felony contempt of business model" and it's everywhere. When companies don't have to worry about users deploying self-help measures to disenshittify their products, they are freed from the constraint that prevents them indulging the impulse to shift value from their customers to themselves.

Apple owes its existence to interoperability – its ability to clone Microsoft Office's file formats for Pages, Numbers and Keynote, which saved the company in the early 2000s – and ever since, it has devoted its existence to making sure no one ever does to Apple what Apple did to Microsoft:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/06/adversarial-interoperability-reviving-elegant-weapon-more-civilized-age-slay

Regulatory capture cuts both ways: it's not just about powerful corporations being free to flout the law, it's also about their ability to enlist the law to punish competitors that might constrain their plans for exploiting their workers, customers, suppliers or other stakeholders.

The final historical constraint on tech companies was their own workers. Tech has very low union-density, but that's in part because individual tech workers enjoyed so much bargaining power due to their scarcity. This is why their bosses pampered them with whimsical campuses filled with gourmet cafeterias, fancy gyms and free massages: it allowed tech companies to convince tech workers to work like government mules by flattering them that they were partners on a mission to bring the world to its digital future:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/10/the-proletarianization-of-tech-workers/

For tech bosses, this gambit worked well, but failed badly. On the one hand, they were able to get otherwise powerful workers to consent to being "extremely hardcore" by invoking Fobazi Ettarh's spirit of "vocational awe":

https://www.inthelibrarywiththeleadpipe.org/2018/vocational-awe/

On the other hand, when you motivate your workers by appealing to their sense of mission, the downside is that they feel a sense of mission. That means that when you demand that a tech worker enshittifies something they missed their mother's funeral to deliver, they will experience a profound sense of moral injury and refuse, and that worker's bargaining power means that they can make it stick.

Or at least, it did. In this era of mass tech layoffs, when Google can fire 12,000 workers after a $80b stock buyback that would have paid their wages for the next 27 years, tech workers are learning that the answer to "I won't do this and you can't make me" is "don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out" (AKA "sharpen your blades boys"):

https://techcrunch.com/2022/09/29/elon-musk-texts-discovery-twitter/

With competition, regulation, self-help and labor cleared away, tech firms – and firms that have wrapped their products around the pluripotently malleable core of digital tech, including automotive makers – are no longer constrained from enshittifying their products.

And that's why your car manufacturer has chosen to spy on you and sell your private information to data-brokers and anyone else who wants it. Not because you didn't pay for the product, so you're the product. It's because they can get away with it.

Cars are enshittified. The dozens of chips that auto makers have shoveled into their car design are only incidentally related to delivering a better product. The primary use for those chips is autoenshittification – access to legal strictures ("IP") that allows them to block modifications and repairs that would interfere with the unfettered abuse of their own customers:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/24/rent-to-pwn/#kitt-is-a-demon

The fact that it's a felony to reverse-engineer and modify a car's software opens the floodgates to all kinds of shitty scams. Remember when Bay Staters were voting on a ballot measure to impose right-to-repair obligations on automakers in Massachusetts? The only reason they needed to have the law intervene to make right-to-repair viable is that Big Car has figured out that if it encrypts its diagnostic messages, it can felonize third-party diagnosis of a car, because decrypting the messages violates the DMCA:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2013/11/drm-cars-will-drive-consumers-crazy

Big Car figured out that VIN locking – DRM for engine components and subassemblies – can felonize the production and the installation of third-party spare parts:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/05/08/about-those-kill-switched-ukrainian-tractors/

The fact that you can't legally modify your car means that automakers can go back to their pre-2008 ways, when they transformed themselves into unregulated banks that incidentally manufactured the cars they sold subprime loans for. Subprime auto loans – over $1t worth! – absolutely relies on the fact that borrowers' cars can be remotely controlled by lenders. Miss a payment and your car's stereo turns itself on and blares threatening messages at top volume, which you can't turn off. Break the lease agreement that says you won't drive your car over the county line and it will immobilize itself. Try to change any of this software and you'll commit a felony under Section 1201 of the DMCA:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/02/innovation-unlocks-markets/#digital-arm-breakers

Tesla, naturally, has the most advanced anti-features. Long before BMW tried to rent you your seat-heater and Mercedes tried to sell you a monthly subscription to your accelerator pedal, Teslas were demon-haunted nightmare cars. Miss a Tesla payment and the car will immobilize itself and lock you out until the repo man arrives, then it will blare its horn and back itself out of its parking spot. If you "buy" the right to fully charge your car's battery or use the features it came with, you don't own them – they're repossessed when your car changes hands, meaning you get less money on the used market because your car's next owner has to buy these features all over again:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/28/edison-not-tesla/#demon-haunted-world

And all this DRM allows your car maker to install spyware that you're not allowed to remove. They really tipped their hand on this when the R2R ballot measure was steaming towards an 80% victory, with wall-to-wall scare ads that revealed that your car collects so much information about you that allowing third parties to access it could lead to your murder (no, really!):

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/03/rip-david-graeber/#rolling-surveillance-platforms

That's why your car spies on you. Because it can. Because the company that made it lacks constraint, be it market-based, legal, technological or its own workforce's ethics.

One common critique of my enshittification hypothesis is that this is "kind of sensible and normal" because "there’s something off in the consumer mindset that we’ve come to believe that the internet should provide us with amazing products, which bring us joy and happiness and we spend hours of the day on, and should ask nothing back in return":

https://freakonomics.com/podcast/how-to-have-great-conversations/

What this criticism misses is that this isn't the companies bargaining to shift some value from us to them. Enshittification happens when a company can seize all that value, without having to bargain, exploiting law and technology and market power over buyers and sellers to unilaterally alter the way the products and services we rely on work.

A company that doesn't have to fear competitors, regulators, jailbreaking or workers' refusal to enshittify its products doesn't have to bargain, it can take. It's the first lesson they teach you in the Darth Vader MBA: "I am altering the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further":

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/26/hit-with-a-brick/#graceful-failure

Your car spying on you isn't down to your belief that your carmaker "should provide you with amazing products, which brings your joy and happiness you spend hours of the day on, and should ask nothing back in return." It's not because you didn't pay for the product, so now you're the product. It's because they can get away with it.

The consequences of this spying go much further than mere insurance premium hikes, too. Car telemetry sits at the top of the funnel that the unbelievably sleazy data broker industry uses to collect and sell our data. These are the same companies that sell the fact that you visited an abortion clinic to marketers, bounty hunters, advertisers, or vengeful family members pretending to be one of those:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/05/07/safegraph-spies-and-lies/#theres-no-i-in-uterus

Decades of pro-monopoly policy led to widespread regulatory capture. Corporate cartels use the monopoly profits they extract from us to pay for regulatory inaction, allowing them to extract more profits.

But when it comes to privacy, that period of unchecked corporate power might be coming to an end. The lack of privacy regulation is at the root of so many problems that a pro-privacy movement has an unstoppable constituency working in its favor.

At EFF, we call this "privacy first." Whether you're worried about grifters targeting vulnerable people with conspiracy theories, or teens being targeted with media that harms their mental health, or Americans being spied on by foreign governments, or cops using commercial surveillance data to round up protesters, or your car selling your data to insurance companies, passing that long-overdue privacy legislation would turn off the taps for the data powering all these harms:

https://www.eff.org/wp/privacy-first-better-way-address-online-harms

Traditional economics fails because it thinks about markets without thinking about power. Monopolies lead to more than market power: they produce regulatory capture, power over workers, and state capture, which felonizes competition through IP law. The story that our problems stem from the fact that we just don't spend enough money, or buy the wrong products, only makes sense if you willfully ignore the power that corporations exert over our lives. It's nice to think that you can shop your way out of a monopoly, because that's a lot easier than voting your way out of a monopoly, but no matter how many times you vote with your wallet, the cartels that control the market will always win:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/05/the-map-is-not-the-territory/#apor-locksmith

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If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/12/market-failure/#car-wars

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[vigilvntes]

anyway i have been thinking about how much i want adrian to fuck me (this would fix me i know it would) but like specifically i really want to make out with him. i wanna feel his whole tongue in my mouth while he holds me (cause im horny but also i a softie dammnit).

i get the vibe that he hooks up regularly as vigilante so hes experienced in bed more than people would think, but since he keeps the mask on he doesnt kiss much. but when hes close enough with someone he can take off? with be ALL over you with his mouth. will be kissing you nonstop.

OKAYYYY FUCKBOY VIG AND TOUCH STARVED ADRIAN I SEE THE VISION

but yes i definitely agree that he's a dark horse when it comes down to it. i mean maybe im delusional maybe im fucked in the head but you can't convince me that absolutely no one in that town has fucked around with vig because let me tell you i would be FIRST IN LINE!!! he's been running around for years, and it seems that at this point people have just kinda made peace with him being there?? so no doubt he has hookups like he's charming and confident when he's in the suit and we see that a lot in the show. so yes. he probably fucks a lot as vig.

but adrian???? out of the suit???? touch starved. it's all well and good when there's a barrier between him and whoever he's sleeping with (literally), but warm fingertips brushing his hair from his face??? clinging on to his bare back while he fucks you??? soft, breathless kisses while the two of you moan into each others mouths???? he's a sucker for it. all the hookups in the world, all the people that throw themselves at him after he saves them from being mugged will never, ever compare to just being himself, just being adrian, around someone who accepts him for who he is and what he does and someone he trusts enough to keep that secret.

as soon as he comes home he'd rip the mask straight off and his lips would be straight on yours. doesn't matter if he's had a good night or a bad night, touching you, kissing you, his tongue in your mouth and the little surprised noise you make when he bites down on your bottom lip is enough to make him feel like he's on cloud nine. he'd kiss you until you literally can't breathe, and if you pulled away from him to catch your breath the most pathetic whine would leave his throat and he'd turn his attention to your neck instead. the whole time he's inside of you, his lips are on yours. missionary?? he's kissing you until your lips are blue. from behind?? he's leaning over, grabbing your chin and making you turn your head so he can slip his tongue into your mouth.

and his affinity for kisses doesn't just apply to sex!!!! he'll wrap his arms around your waist when the two of you are cooking dinner just to plant the sloppiest, wettest kisses on your cheek just so you'll giggle and playfully slap him away. before you leave the apartment you have to swipe the AKM (adrian kissing machine). he'll probably get moody if he doesn't get a kiss in the morning.

if you're both feeling nasty he'll spit in your mouth, or he'll let you spit in his mouth. he probably prefers the latter.

🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

[ai-luni]

How would Hesh react if the Ghosts openly teased him about his… late night adventure with Virago? Imagine the next day Hesh is in the kitchen getting breakfast and one of the others drops a bombshell of a comment. Funny and cute!

Maybe a lil vision of how you would see something like this going down? <3

I absolutely love this request and I love how this little fic turned out so I hope you like it. Our little doofy man <3

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Saturday, 9am

The ghosts were gathered around the small table in the makeshift kitchen/dining area. Each of them sporting their own pair of eyebags and pale hungover faces. None of them are willing to give in and lose the card game in front of them however. All except a specific two that went missing in the middle of the night and have yet to be seen. 

“You lost a lot of money last night son, it may be better to tap out before you make it worse.” A smug Elias stood from his chair, mug in hand with intention to make another coffee. Merrick followed, with not as pure of intentions. He promised he would stop when the flask was finished, not that Elias was complaining. The alcohol was already wearing off to a pounding headache for the two large men. 

Logan was dishevelled, a concentrated look on his face as he contemplated the four cards in his head. His eyes darted between them and the upright Keegan sitting across from him, the man looking as though last night's drinking had little to no effect on him whatsoever. Neither were providing him with any comfort. Logan had only one way out and that was to create a diversion. 

“WHAT’S THAT?!” He pointed to the door behind a very disappointed keegan. With a sigh, he entertained Logan and took an extra effort in making a show of turning around. Elias and Merrick holding back their drunken giggles as Logan frantically shuffled through the deck, only pulling out two cards and leaving the table in disarray by the time Keegan turned back towards him. 

“We’re done here. Nice try, kid.” And with that Keegan dropped the perfect hand onto the table, the closest to a smirk he could form was on his face as Logan further sank into his chair. 

The moment Hesh entered the room, Riley had already latched onto his tail (pun intended). The boy was only wearing his jeans from last night, his bare chest littered with red marks he was yet to even notice were on display. Some were love bites, some were lipstick smudges, some were just plain unidentifiable. 

“You look like you had fun last night.” Merrick’s mocking tone was always one to brighten the room. All the boys shared a knowing look amongst each other. Logan not shying from an eye roll to his father. 

“Yeah, just terribly hungover.” He chucked, reaching for a mug from a top cabinet. A glimpse under his arm was revealed to the two men who stood against the counter. They scoffed and shared a look, almost impressed with the amount of marks and stains that trailed up his arm. There was a silent beat as he made his coffee.

“Have you seen Vig last night? She disappeared.” Keegan asked with a straight face, he was playing into the bit but of all of them, he was the hardest to tell. Logan just smiled for him, finding any excuse to avoid packing the dreaded cards away. 

Hesh only shrugged, back turned to the crowd. All of his energy was focused on making this drink in hopes it’ll wake him up. His eyes barely open. 

“Better question, where did you go last night?” Logan couldn’t stop himself, arms crossed and prompted up on the table. A serious, inquisitive look on his face that made his father laugh. 

It was only now that Hesh seemed to catch on. As subtle as he thought he was, he wasn’t. His movements completely froze for a solid few seconds before he turned around with his mug, proceeding to pretend he had no idea what Logan was talking about. But if looks could kill, Logan would be poisoned in seconds. 

He took a sip from his coffee, hoping that if he disregarded the question, everyone would move on. That most definitely was not the case however, every single ghost in the room held a very expected stare his way. Riley was his saving grace, the dog back at his side providing the perfect excuse that no one was really going to believe. 

“Took Riley out.” And as expected, no one believed him. “I can’t keep him cooped up in here with all of you wasted. Come on, boy.” 

Mild embarrassment made his feet more quicker as he began to lead Riley out of the room, extra cautious not to spill his drink. 

Elias stopped him, a hand to his chest and a subtle smile playing his features. The room watched in silence as he grabbed a glass from the shelf, poured a glass of water and walked towards his son. 

“Take this to Virago. Take care of the damn girl.” The room couldn’t hold it back anymore, everyone breaking out into giggles and laughs. Of course you even knew they’d all find out fairly quickly, it’s not like the two of you tried to be quiet. Hesh was the only one who thought he was getting away with it. 

“That lightweight. She’s gonna need it after last night.” Merrick had to add.

“Can’t even imagine how she’s feeling in the morning.” Logan laughed, a little genuine concern playing in his voice. Amidst all the noises they heard into the early hours of the morning, there was one moment where they almost considered actually checking up on you. That was until all the screaming was followed by “David! Again! David!” again. And they knew you’d be just fine. 

“I can. Thin walls.” Keegan said, getting up to make his own coffee now. Hesh was just about squirming to leave. 

“You got your stamina from me.” Elias gave him a proud pat to the shoulder. The room disbursed at that very moment with a communal groan. Logan passing his father moments after mumbling something about not needing to ever hear that. Hesh was already long gone. 

- 

“Daviiid.” Your speech drawled and lazy as you stretched across the cot, your smile peaking the moment he entered the room again. He watched as you tired smile turned to a childish frown. “Get back here, it’s so cold!” 

He hurried by your side, handing you the glass of water as you propted yourself up. You thanked him with a peck to the lips before downing the cool liquid. Maybe it was the relief of it going down your sore throat or the sudden different position you were sitting in but a long, exhausted groan fell off  your lips. Followed by another and then another. All until you were comfortably laying against Hesh’s chest. 

You trailed your finger across his chest, one mark to another. Admiring your handiwork until it hit you.

“Did you go out there like this?” Your finger tracing a lipstick mark that would’ve been a perfect line of your lips if he didn’t sleep on it. 

“Yeah? Why?” The clueless boy finally looked down, face turning bright red realising the evidence of last night was plastered over him completely. The only remedy? A kiss to the cheek. “You think there's a chance nobody saw it?”

“They already know!” You playfully hit his chest.

“How did they know?!” You couldn’t help but laugh at your big doof.

“I barely have a voice.”

[pocketramblr]

Five ask game: au where Endeavor is shopping for quirk marriages for his kids after todoroki started doing his rebellion thing

(ideas for who he would probably approach for each child

Manual or Aizawa for Fuyumi: adding water to ice or quirk nullification to ice would both be super op

Mount Lady or Midnight for Natsuo: gigantification + ice = giant ice obv (and ice that knocks people out when it touches them would also be nice)

I feel like he would be actively shopping around UA for someone for todoroki for whenever he "comes to his senses", so I imagine he's just always on campus in this au to everyone's dismay)

Man's gonna wear down the few threads keeping Natsuo from jumping on the patricide train if he keeps this up

1- ok so the divergence of him actually caring about this is Rei's mother immediately coming to the house after hearing her daughter shout and drop the call. Then she doesn't leave. And she brings that wonderfully eugenicsy Himura family values with her. When she sees Touya and Natsuo and Fuyumi ignored, she purses her lips and tells Enji that the Himuras have not been creating stronger quirks for generations for nothing, and they didn't do it by ignoring the middle steps on the way. Enji tries to tell her he's not really interested in further quirk marriages since Shoto was a perfect success, and she looks at the six year old who's ten seconds from biting into his father's ankle and tearing his tendon out, and goes, "oh, of course, that'll work out perfectly for you, why didn't I realize you'd just give up on them like you did my daughter, no no, I won't worry about it if you won't, I need to get started on dinner now," and leaves.

2- "oh great, I think I hate my father second most now." Shoto says and is ignored, but the thought sticks in Enji's head even after a few years when Grandmother Himura returns home after saying Fuyumi can care for the family now. A few more years, when Fuyumi is eighteen, the Himuras make oh-so-subtle comments about if she's seeing anyone, and an aunt offers to make a match for Fuyumi, since poor Rei is still in the hospital and can't, though Enji must have better connections in the hero field, and Fuyumi says she couldn't possibly think about leaving her family alone right now. She thinks she won't have to worry about it but on the car ride back home, Enji asks what sort of man she is looking for- he does have more connections as a hero, and there's sure to be many quirks that would work well with ice, so she can be selective with the personality too. Fuyumi repeats that she couldn't think about that right now, while desperately being glad Natsuo didn't want to come to the Himuras and Shoto skipped out by saying he'd train instead, and Enji nods, deciding Fuyumi is still too young and he can just keep an eye on on matches in the meantime.

3- After that meeting in Vigs when Manual had the deep misfortune to be awkwardly sitting at the table with Endeavor, Enji thinks his quiet temperament might be a good match for sweet Fuyumi, and the quirks line up. Manual, on being asked a few questions, catches on to "being set up" almost as quick as he does "this guy is plotting murder" and awkwardly stammers out that he's gay and really needs to go now. Ingenium looks up to ask "really?", Midnight laughs at how hopeful he sounded, Enji crosses off both Tensei and Masaki from the potential list, and then they get distracted by an attempted bombing.

4- Literally whenever Natsuo is dating someone, Fuyumi talks about it at length in front of Enji, hoping something will sink in and dissuade him from looking, because the day he says something to his middle son about a match is the day Fuyumi never sees one of them again because Natsuo either leaves to not return or puts their father in the ground. Fuyumi's words don't actually sink in because Enji is great at selective listening but she manages to keep Natsuo from being around enough to prevent any discussions about the matches that Enji is consistently failing to set up.

5- once Shoto is at UA, Enji uses that to try to check out the teachers there, because somehow he still hasn't found a match for Fuyumi, but hey she's a teacher so maybe a common interest will work? What do girls like? Do girls like cowboys? (Snipe: I'm gay and also married) Enji gives up after the SF because he's distracted by the joy of Shoto using his fire, and also assumes that since All Might is teaching at the school he's just cursed to find no success there.

[mikeyforreal]

some random adrian chase head cannons :P

a/n: just some random thought about my favorite crime-fighting goofball :)

cw: fluff, some cussing, a few depictions of violence

miscellaneous hcs

• okay so first off, i know this isn't really a head cannon but james gunn confirmed that the visor in vig's suit is prescription and idk i just love that fact

• anyway, real head cannons now

• i'm like 99.99% sure he has a playlist for when he's on patrol and makes chris listen to it with him

• also, i think he'd have the same wired earphones from like 2014 that came with his iphone 6

• adrian's favorite candy is probably skittles or m&ms because of the fun colors (sometimes he likes to sort them if he's feeling a bit bored)

• i just know he has a collection of vhs tapes that he bought from a secondhand store/had as a kid

• speaking of collections he probably also has a bunch of cd's

• i dunno why but i feel like adrian loves star wars and has since he was little (and also has all the og trilogy movies on vhs)

• definitely has a cheap walmart lightsaber lying around somewhere

• GOLDEN RETRIEVER ENERGY !!!

• i feel like as a kid he loved finding bugs, digging for worms, ect.

• one time he tried eating one, didn't turn out good for him (he couldn't stop throwing up for like 3 days)

• since it's cannon he played/plays dnd, he'd probably play magic, the gathering as well 😭

• i also think that he'd really love the artificial grape flavor ??

• LMAO i think he'd have a little chainsaw keychain lying around somewhere

• def listens to abba, spice girls, and yung gravy

• probably good with kids? he'd set the the house on fire if he watched some but he can keep them entertained at least ?

• manchild (i will not elaborate)

• he reminds me of jake peralta from brooklyn-99

being best friends/in a relationship with adrian

• let's face it, they're practically the same thing

• i justttt know that he made like 10 secret handshakes for the two of you

• his love language is probably words of affirmation, quality time, or touch (maybe all of them, who knows)

• wants to teach you how to play mtg and dnd !!! (please let him teach you he'll be over the moon)

• def has a playlist that he wants to listen to with you

• two words: movie dates

• adrian loves watching movies with you !! even if he's seen it a few dozen times, he'd watch it again just to see your first time reactions :)

• THEMED COSTUMES !!!

• if you're down, he'd want to match with you ever year, something different and cooler than the last

• if you wear glasses, you better bet your ass that he's switching with you 24/7

• you cant go an hour without your glasses getting taken off and replaced with his

• also, i think that adrian wouldn't have the cleanest glasses 😭 you def gotta give 'em a good scrub every now and then

• dr. pepper enthusiast fs

• discounted/sometimes free food and fennel fields

• if you can work from home and go there often just to eat and work, he's definitely spending his 15 minute breaks (and longer than that) sitting with you and chatting

• he's always bringing home leftovers or breadsticks that he stole

• i think adrian has a pretty decent comic collection, and would go to shops with you for dates or hangouts

• he's probably super good friends with the owner (or at least that's what he thinks)

• when he's patrolling, he randomly facetimes you???

• like he has a guy near death and he's having a full conversation with you

• adrian has tonsss of silly and random nicknames for you !! he just calls you whatever you remind him of

• whenever he goes over to your place or vice versa, you two have a special knock that lets either of you know immediately who it is

• one of his ideal dates would probably be going to the park and feeding ducks !! (and him trying to catch them)

• he also randomly makes machine gun noises ?? what's that about ??

• the two of you'll just be chilling watching tv or something and then you hear 'CHCHCHCHC' and see him doing finger guns or whatever

• and when you ask him about it he's just like "what do you mean babe?"

• would probably beg you to get a little cat or a dog

• if you initially say no, he's gonna pull out a whole powerpoint presentation on why you should say yes (and he's wearing his fanciest clothes)

• FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS !!!

• it doesn't matter where or what they look like, if he sees some at the gas station, store, theme park, wherever, he's buying some for the two of you

• your relationship is basically that one scene in bobs burgers scene where tina makes a friendship bracelet for louise and tina's like "oh you don't have to wear it" and louise snatches it and says "no i'm gonna wear it forever, back off"

• proud malewife

• adrian is in the kitchen a lot, always fixing up snacks for you

a/n: let me know if i should make another one of these with another character !

[mortalprinceoflies]

Closed Starter | @runyou-clever-boy

They were being watched. He’d tried to ignore it, write it off as paranoia from this being their first family trip outside of the country. This wasn’t an installment in the ‘Taken’ franchise; surely, no one was lurking in the shadows, waiting to kidnap one of his girls. No matter what he told himself, however, Luke’s anxiety wouldn’t leave him, especially when he noticed how tense Delaney was. Riley was taking photos nonstop, and Morgan and Jayden were animatedly pointed out landmarks that they wanted to visit next, with the Tower of London being the most prevalent on the list at the moment. They were blissfully unaware that their parents’ heads were on swivels, scanning the crowded London streets for whomever might be following them.

Delaney spotted him first. “Pretty blond with the pouty lips,” she muttered, squeezing Luke’s hand. “He’s definitely tailing us. I saw him when we walked out of the Jack the Ripper Museum.”

“So he’s been on us for at least fifteen minutes,” Luke sighed, hating the fact that he’d been right. “Great…alright, keep moving with the girls. I’ll take care of this guy and catch up with you.”

“Don’t do anything stupid, Luke…”

“I won’t! I’m just gonna have a polite chat with the guy, try to discourage him from pulling whatever bullshit he wants to pull. I think he knows he’s been made, though.” Luke had locked eyes with the mysterious young man by mistake, and now couldn’t stop looking at him for fear that he’d lose him in the crowd. This was just too weird. He gave Delaney a quick kiss on the cheek, pretending not to notice as she slipped one of her lucky charms into his pocket before leaving with the girls. It was her way of saying she was worried about him, and he honestly found it endearing.

Squaring his shoulders, he turned to confront his stalker, brown eyes turning steely and briefly flashing red. “Look, buddy, I know you probably thought I’d be an easy target because I’m some country bumpkin tourist, but you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree. I’m just tryin’ to have a nice vacation with my family. I don’t need you to ruin it with whatever scheme you’re plannin’ on pullin’. Stop followin’ us!” Hands balled into fists at his sides briefly before loosening again. He didn’t want this to turn into a fight, but if the other decided to get physical, he would gladly defend himself.

Little did he know that he had yet another pair of eyes on him. Vigoraunt had been haunting Luke and his family for far longer than this angelic menace; he had just been more subtle. Blending into the crowd was just as easy for the incubus here in England as it had been back in the States. Hells, he’d probably turned it into an art form at this point. The trick was to simply mind one’s own business while remaining in the general vicinity of one’s target, although being able to turn invisible certainly didn’t hurt. Truthfully, he hated being a spy, but restoring Lucifer to his infernal throne was more than worth it. A nosy fallen angel, however, could throw a massive wrench into that plan. Vig readied himself to intervene if necessary. This could get messy.

[my-maehem]

THAT WOULD BE SO SICK. Auror!Seb hunting down a dark wizard reader who isn't necessarily evil but definitely doesn't care about the rules, like a vig/anti hero...

SPOILERS (also rambling SORRY LOL u got me inspired)

Think about it... reader takes isidora's power and becomes more and more solitary as time goes on. after they leave hogwarts, reader goes MIA. maybe they're trying to find a way to get rid of it for good, or just trying to find as much power as they can get to change the world for the better. either way, arbitrary rules and laws aren't going to stop them, so they use dark magic along the way and play into the evil name they've made so they're not bothered.

The ministry catches up with them, and reader is hopping around and nobody has yet to make contact with them. so, knowing they were close at Hogwarts, a newly appointed auror Sebastian is put on the case.

Reader, with the reputation of the magic equivalent of a boogeyman, can't help themselves after seeing him. they're so lonely, and have been for years. they've had to physically stop themself from saying hi to their old friends, watching them from afar. so, they allow themselves to be seen by sebastian when he (and the ministry) least expect it. sebastian's alone with no backup, facing his first (and only) love, who he's heard will kill him without a second thought. instead, they invite him to sit down and all they have to say is "sorry" and "good luck".

IF YOU DON'T WRITE THIS I WILL (could I try a first chapter or two!?! I will credit if i post ofc!!)

NO BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE SAME THING!! I might write some chapters (never posted any writing before so I’m nervous ngl 👉👈) but I don’t mind you writing about it!

I think I might change a few things based on some comments on my last post (just so they’re said differently if you or anyone else makes a fic about this) but this would be aMAZING!!

here is a cookie for your amazing rambling anon! 🍪

[whirlybirbs]

flavour of the week is straightening out Adrian Chase’s glasses and kissin’ his bruises

;  NOW OR NEVER  —  VIGILANTE / READER

summary: you patch adrian up. feelings come to a head. adebayo just hopes you two don’t fuck on her desk, y’know?

pairing: adrian chase / f!reader (ex-hero)

rating: t for kisses and the usual vig characterizations

a/n: this beautiful gif has ocupied my brain for the last day — it’s from this loevly set by the @life-or-something-like-lt! anywho, who ordered ex-hero who stops crime fighting because of a horrible injury and mental health? it’s comin’ right up! pipin’ hawt! there’s lots of feelings in this one, so enjoy my first lil’ adrian piece. ;-) 

“Vigilante.”

“I mean, who knew the human body had a whole gallon and a half of blood in it! Seriously, that’s, like, a whole jug of milk. But, blood—”

“Vig...”

“It’s cool, y’know, because the suit is machine washable. Isn’t that great? The only shitty thing is that I definitely have blood in my boots and I can totally feel it between my toes right now—”

“Adrian.”

His mouth snaps shut. Above you, you spy his eyes move down to inspect your expression. He has that look on his face — the one that’s half-proud and half-boyish. He presses his lips together and inhales through his nose.

You offer him a wry look.

Hardly punishment.

“Sorry,” he says as he leans back against the desk and lets you continue your work, “Right.”

He swallows down a smile.

You shift in your boots. His long legs are crossed at the ankle. He pops his arms across the chest of his suit.

“It would be one thing — look up — if I wasn’t trying to figure out if you had a broken jaw,” you say slowly as you move your fingers along the sharp contour of his face; you’re gentle, Adrian's eyes slip shut, “Does that hurt?”

You press lightly against the hinge of his jaw. Even through the light, mint-colored gloves, you can feel the warmth of his skin. He shakes his head despite a minute wince.

“Sorta sore?”

“Definitely to be expected when you face plant off a third-story balcony...” you mutter matter-of-fact.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about—”

“Don’t even try. I saw the footage,” you jab playfully with a rare smile — it cracks through your usual stoic expression like the sun on a cloudy day, and Adrian swears it’s the prettiest thing in the world.

He’s distracted.

His reply is a moment late.

“...Wait — who the fuck showed you that?”

“I did,” comes the voice of Leota — she has her bag slung over her shoulder as she exits Murn’s dim office and slides the two of you a look, “Gotta keep you humble, Vig.”

“Seriously?” he nearly whines, brows tightening. You lean away with a little laugh, gathering up a cotton swab and some rubbing alcohol. Over your shoulder, you catch Leota toss up a loving middle finger towards the man posed at your make-shift medical station.

He tosses it back, but even his pout is laced with affection.

You laugh quietly to yourself.

You like this team.

It’s been a long time since you’ve been on a team.

You followed Leota here from Gotham — promising help to one of your oldest and best friends. As a forcibly retired B-list vigilante, you earned yourself enough trust with Murn’s team to find a spot on the roster.

Apparently, Economos was a fan. Adrian, too.

She’s only the coolest fucker to ever grace the ranks of the Justice League. Have you seen her iconic fight with Poison Ivy in the Gotham Commons back in 2019? Seriously, guys, Adrian had griped to the team’s push back, Old news. We’re Whisper stans in this house.

...It was nice.

...Sweet, even.

“It was graceful, at least,” you say slowly as you look back up at Adrian. The bridge of his nose is split where his trademarked visor dug into his skin. There’s a black eye starting, “Not the landing, though. That was—”

“Face down ass up, dude.”

You snort at Leota’s comment.

“Are you leaving?” Adrian asks as he waves his hands in her direction, “Please tell me you’re leaving.”

It’s Adebayo’s turn to laugh. You muscle your smile down as you lean a hand on the table and wait for Adrian to stop squirming before you move your attention to his nose.

“Oh, yea, no — I’ll leave you two to it,” she waves as she pushes the door open. It’s late, and it’s raining, and the woman slips a look over her shoulder, “See you two tomorrow...?”

There’s an expectant edge in her voice.

Between Leota and the grave, she’d been watching the two of you through Murn’s office window and was totally seeing the way you two have been looking at one another when the other isn’t looking. It’s gross. Cute-gross. Cutross. Grute.

...You know Leota is convinced something is going on between you and Adrian.

Truth be told, maybe there was.

But, that was between you and your thoughts — and the smiles that he somehow earned that no one else did.

“See you tomorrow, Le.”

She hesitates, looks at the two of you, then smiles. “Night, guys.”

“Night,” Vig offers – albeit it’s a bit of a grumble.

The door closes, and you turn your full attention back to Adrian Chase.

Handsome, handsome Adrian Chase.

You’ve wondered since you’ve met him if he knows. Is he aware that you think about him more than any other co-worker you’ve had, masked or not? Seriously, more than Bats. And Bats was Bats. Everyone had the hots for Bats. But, not like this. Not like how you have the hots for Vigilante. You.

Does he know you think he’s funny, even if his immaturity borders on all-encompassing? Does Adrian know you’re distracted now, standing this close and this alone?

You dab the cotton ball lightly against his nose.

He hisses.

“Sorry,” comes your quiet apology.

“S’okay,” he placates you. His eyes are screwed tight. You’re glad, really, because he has a habit of watching. It makes you feel things. A lot of things.

There’s quiet then. You’re slow when you pull a bandage from the first aid kit to place on the bridge of his nose. You assess the laceration, decide to gently dab a bit of antibacterial ointment on it, and peel open the white bandage.

“I can’t believe she showed you the video.”

You huff a little laugh out. “It was funny.”

He pries one eye open.

You’re smiling again.

The corners of Adrian’s mouth quirk. “Yea?”

“Yea,” you look down, and he opens both eyes. You gently pull the paper from the back of the dressing, “I, uh, I’ve had some falls like that before.”

His brows climb his face. “The Whisper? Has faceplanted? I refuse to believe that.”

You swat at his shoulder, but you’re smiling still. Even more so, a laugh is pried from your chest and Vig can’t help the surge of pride he feels at being able to conjure the sound. “Stop it — look at me? Thank you.”

Adrian’s lashes kiss his cheeks when you press the bandage neatly over the broken bridge of his nose. Your thumbs smooth the adhesive down along his cheeks — and he swears he’s not imagining the way you linger.

When he opens his eyes, you’re looking him over.

It feels like forever.

His chest burns.

He swallows thickly.

His voice is quiet when he finds your eyes. “...You okay?”

This time, it’s your reply that falters.

...Fuck, your heart feels like it’s on fire.

You blink at him, clear your throat, and crinkle the wrapper in your hand. “Y-Yea. Yea, I’m fine.”

“...Do I smell?”

“...What?”

“You’re looking at me like I smell.”

“...No, you... I don’t think you smell—?”

“I hope not,” he chatters, still maintaining dead-honest eye contact, “Because that would totally kill the mood.”

“The mood?” you press on, holding his gaze.

“Yea, you know — beautiful girl patching up my... totally bad-ass injuries from... like, saving the world and not falling off a balcony.”

Your smile stutters back alive. “Oh, right.”

“Right,” he chirps, “And I don’t even have my glasses on and I know you’re giving me that really pretty smile right now. The one you do when I start going on and on and on like this—”

Your heart stutters on the compliment. Then, your eyes widen in realization. “Oh.”

You ditch your gloves quickly and Adrian blinks. Fishing in your pocket with clean, bare hands, you then procure his glasses. Silver frames. A little big for his face.

“Here, let me,” you say as you flip open the glasses and hold them up to his face.

You’re careful to mind his nose.

Adrian swears this is, like... a fucking fever dream.

Does he have it this bad? That, like, you putting his glasses on for him has his heart hammering so hard he’s half-convinced he could pass out? Never mind the fact that he swears he’s two seconds from getting rock hard because you’re being gentle with him. Kind and sweet and gentle and doting and you’re the fucking Whisper.

You’re, like, famous.

A hero. A serious, real, retired hero.

Your fingers sit along the silver frame as you adjust his glasses against his face.

You step back to survey your work temporarily.

...Yep, just as beautiful as he thought.

Then, you come back into his orbit to adjust them.

...Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuckle fuck.

“There we go,” you breathe.

“Thanks.”

His voice is hoarse.

You notice.

"Anytime,” you say, half-here and half-there and completely focused on the way his green eyes are flicking across your face.

Now that he can really see, this whole thing is a thousand times more real.

Your hands are lingering on his glasses.

Then, they slip to his cheeks.

Your attention sticks to the bruise crawling around one of his eye sockets — it’s a nasty mess of purple and yellow. You hum. “Promise me you’ll ice this?”

“Worried about me, Whispy?” comes his chirped reply, despite it being soft and earnest.

Another smile. Slow, but bright. It isn’t an answer, but it is enough.

It’s enough to send Adrian careening towards the cliff’s edge.

Suddenly, he’s blurting out:

“Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widen enough that Adrian can see your pupils dilate. The swivel of interest in your eyes stokes some confidence in him; after all, he can’t help but feel a little out of his league here. But, you are here. Touching him.

When you nod, it takes everything in him not to crash his mouth against yours.

He gets close — and when your hands fall to his chest, he’s pushed back slightly.

“Gently,” you remind, your lips centimeters from his, “Your nose.”

Oh, fuck his nose.

Ow, ow, ow — never mind, gentle is good. Gentle... Gentle.

....Gentle.

Gentle is nice.

Gentle is slow and soft and hands on his chest as his arms snake around your waist and tug you closer. Gentle is chest to chest, fingers crawling up his armor, with your lips against his. Tentative. Lovely. Gentle is a hitch of your breath that exists in the momentary break of the kiss. Gentle is Adrian’s nose to your cheek as you lean up into him.

Gentle is a month of tension easing into a simmer — and gentle tastes like honey tea. His gentle tastes like cinnamon gum.

“God, you’re so pretty. Seriously, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, ever, and you’re so nice—”

“Adrian.”

His whisper is spoken against your mouth. His glasses nudge your cheek. You smile into another slow and heady flow of kisses.

“Stop talking and just kiss me.”

“Right.”

[starsofmilos]

Pollen Again!? (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Oh my God please please please do write a sequel where the reader is the one affected I am begging on my hands and knees 

No need to beg! I will write a part two! Go ahead and read part one here! Thank you guys for the support also this gif real quick...Anyways sex pollen part two!

Masterlist

Warnings: sex, p in v, overstimulation, oral sex (fem receiving), degrading, praise, rough sex, mentions of violence

It had been officially been two months since as you and Adrian call the plant incident happened. 

You had been since studying said plant hoping to find something that can lead to a weakness to help the group kill the aliens you all had been hunting.

“Any progress?” You glanced up seeing Adrian and Christopher in your doorway.

“Not yet..I’m just still confused by all of it. Humans inject it they become sex monsters while when they eat it that’s it. It’s food for them, but a version of viagra for us?”

Adrian sighed sighed sitting alongside you. “I know..by this point I don’t think you’re gonna be able to crack it might as well burn it. We gotta take down another factory soon.”

“Yeah..I can always get a new one. This one is dying anyways.” You groaned giving him a kiss as Chris gagged behind you two. 

“Fuck off dude.” Adrian laughed as you flipped him off.

“You down for some pizza?” You nodded letting him drag you away from your desk. 

“Okay I’ll go place an order, but first I’m gonna go to the restroom.” You smiled as Adrian walked away. 

“You know I’m glad Vig and you are together, but do you both have to be so sappy all the time.” Rolling your eyes, you scoffed grabbing your gas mask.

“Jealous much?” Chris laughed shaking his head,

“No way I am. Are you gonna burn it now?” You nodded.

“Yeah so you should start heading out. We all know what happens if you eat it. Don’t wanna find out if you inhale a huge quantity of it.”

“I kinda do.”

You shook your head grabbing your lighter. “No. Out.” 

Chris scoffed a bit not really thinking much of it, “Oh come on I wanna see it burn it’ll be cool-”

“You can possibly go through what Adrian did and I don’t want anyone else to do so-”

Chris took the lighter from your hand holding it above your head. “Christopher Smith! I am not messing around!”

“Oh come on! I just wanna burn it!” He was chuckling not thinking anything of it. You groaned struggling to get your lighter back before gasping as he stepped back slipping on a piece of paper you had told yourself you were gonna pick up later.

“Careful!!” The lighter fell managing to catch the paperwork you had on the table on fire. You both screamed as you tried to pat it out before yelping as it burned your hand.

Chris tried to put it out after screaming as it spread to the plant on the table. Not thinking twice, you shoved your gas mask on Chris so he didn’t inhale any of the smoke. 

He fought your hands yelling as you pushed him out of the room locking the door. You coughed as the smell of the pollen went throughout the room. 

Grabbing your fire extinguisher, you quickly put the fire out sliding to the floor. Your face was flushed as you panted on the floor barely hearing Adrian and Chris arguing outside. 

Forcing yourself up, you slid the window open airing the room out breathing in the outside air.

Hopefully breathing in the toxins wouldn’t have the same effect as eating the plant-

Right as that thought went through your head, you felt a sharp pain wave through your lower abdomen. 

The door bursted open as Adrian rushed to you wearing his helmet. “Y/N are you okay?! What the fuck happened?!”

You whined as he lifted you up. “Adrian...”

A heat blossomed between your thighs as he gripped you tightly. That familiar feeling of an orgasm rose once Adrian placed you down gently on the couch.

“Y/N I am so sorry!” Chris yelled out as withered on the couch gripping the cushions. Your knuckles turned white.

“Adrian..” You cried out gripping your stomach tightly. 

“Call Harcourt! Now!”

Twenty minutes later, the team sat around the livingroom once more. Everyone was glaring at Chris.

“So she inhaled a huge quantity of the plant! We don’t know what that will do to her! You stupid idiot! You couldn’t just fucking listen!” John yelled out throwing his hands up.

“Y/N is in serious shit now.”

Adrian sighed running his hand down his face, “We don’t know if she has the same symptoms that I did yet. She just kept withering in pain.”

“Fuck..Well one of us has to check then. Damn it why did she put the mask on me!”

“Cause as stupid as you are she didn’t want you to get infected by a plant we don’t know much about!” Emilia groaned.

“Chase can you go check on her?” 

Adrian nodded heading to the door. He only made it down the hallway before stopping hearing an all too familiar noise come from you.

“Fuck! Adrian! Fuck me! Oh god!” You moaned out loudly sobbing into your pillow. He immediately walked back to the living room.

“You guys need to go home. All of you now.” Adrian breathed out opening the front door.

“Is she okay-” Adebayo tried to ask jumping as Adrian cut her off. 

“Go. I will take care of this. She has the same symptoms as me, but worse. Breathing it in I think makes it worse than consuming it. Now all of you go.”

They all nodded, “I will call to check on you both tomorrow okay?”

He nodded at Emilia’s words. “Bro I’m sorry again.” Chris apologized. Adrian shook his head.

“Apologize to her tomorrow.”

Once they all left, Adrian quietly walked into your bedroom watching you intensely grind into your pillow. 

“Please..Please..Fuck!” Your legs shook feeling your cunt clench around nothing. You were drenched in sweat and so desperately in need of a good fucking.

“You okay hun?” You whimpered turning to Adrian with a small pout. 

“Adrian! Need you! Need you! Oh fuck is this what you went through!?” He nodded giving you a small smile. 

“Basically, but you seem to be worser than I was.”

“Oh fuck! I am! I really really am..” His cock twitched at your words. “I need your cock. Need you to fuck me. Adrian please!”

“Don’t worry. I plan on taking good care of you.” He stripped his clothing quickly staggering to the bed.

You ground down on the pillow moaning loudly as your legs quivered seeing his semi hard cock bounce. Adrian climbed into the bed pulling you into a small hug before kissing you deeply.

Adrian didn’t waste much time to move his kisses down enveloping a nipple into his mouth. You cried out. Everything felt intense. It was intense. Your senses were basically dialed up to 100. 

That’s why it didn’t surprise you when you came just from Adrian sucking your nipples. Your back arched as Adrian watched in shock. Drool spilled from his mouth once he pulled away from your chest.

“Did you just?...”

“More! I need more! Adrian please!” You begged him, “I’ll do anything..Anything just give me more..”

He shushed you reassuring you, “You’re so wet..Can I lick your pussy?”

“Eat me out! My pussy needs it!”

“Your pussy?” He tilted his head toying with your chest. 

“No it’s yours! Just please! Need something! Don’t be mean right now!” Your eyes grew teary. Adrian felt a bit of guilt twinge in his chest. That quickly changed to arousal once he saw your cunt glisten with how wet you were.

He scooted down the bed getting eye level with your cunt using his fingers to spread it apart. Adrian moved his head in pushing his tongue inside letting it slip out to move to your perky clit.

You screamed once he began to suckle it. Grabbing his hair, you shoved his face into your cunt grinding down on his face. Adrian raised his arms up gripping your waist to keep you still.

Moaning and whining, Adrian moved his mouth crazily. His teeth nipped one of your lips using his tongue to soothe it over. Your clit was sloppily sucked on. 

He glanced up at you smiling widely once you thrusted your hips forward grinding your hips down. The thought of having you ride his face occurred in his mind, but with how desperate you already were Adrian decided that would have to wait for another time.

A time where you weren’t enhanced by a stupid alien plant. 

“Adrian! I’m gonna cum again!” He nodded against you pulling back to kiss your thigh. 

“That’s okay. Cum as many times as you need too. Fuck you taste so good..” Adrian groaned pushing his tongue in again. 

Legs clamping around Adrian’s head, you cried out cumming on his tongue for the second time tonight.

Adrian kept going circling your clit to prolong your orgasm as he grabbed your legs pushing them apart. He loved you crushing his head between your thighs, but he needed to be able to pull away.

Your sigh of relief made him pull away. Adrian kissed his way up your body smiling above you. His face was drenched in your juices.

“You taste good.”

“Sweet?” You asked him out of curiosity. 

“No you taste like pussy and fuck you are addicting. Can’t believe I haven’t eaten you out before today..When you’re not you know fucked up on alien plant smoke, I’m gonna make you ride my fucking face.”

His words alone caused you to clench around nothing making you needy once more.

Adrian kissed your face anywhere he could reach as he grabbed his cock slapping it against your clit. You cried out grabbing his face.

“Adrian! Please! No teasing not today! It hurts! I need you please!” Adrian pushed in without wasting a further second.

Your mouth fell into a silent scream as he moved deeply. He kissed your forehead moving to your ear to whisper reassurances.

“Sorry..Just like to tease you forgot you’re so desperate right now. A desperate little whore. My desperate whore though.” He grunted speeding up once he felt your legs wrap around his waist.

“I’m not-”

“What you’re not desperate?..Don’t lie sweetheart..I can feel the way you’re clenching around me. Your pussy needs this. Oh fuck it needs my cock..”

Adrian fucked you into the mattress grunting as his face grew red. You moaned babbling nonsense. He had you in a mating press. 

“Gonna fuck my cum in you as many times as it takes tonight Y/N. You’re gonna be so full of my cum and so much is gonna leak out! Oh fuck!”

“I want that! Make me cum! Make me cum!” You clenched down on his hard cock. Adrian kissed you again growling once you began to sob.

“Gonna take it all aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Yeah you gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna cum? I want you to cum now.” He groaned throwing his head back. You panted before screaming out scratching his shoulders releasing on his dick. 

Adrian moaned in your ear continuing his pace before crying out himself cumming deep inside of you.

He laid on top of you panting checking you over. Your eyes looked less glazed and you seemed more calm.

“Adrian..” He smiled hearing your small whisper. 

“Yes lovely bee?”

“That’s a horrible pet name..”

“I wanted to try something new even I thought that sounded gross though.” You laughed before wincing as he pulled out. 

“You feeling better?” You nodded whimpering softly feeling his cum leak out of you down to the sheets.

“Oh fuck..” A small cramp passed through your stomach at the thought of being full of Adrian again. Adrian hummed placing a small kiss on you.

“I came three times already I thought it’d be over!” 

“Trust me it’s gonna take more than three times and even after you’re completely exhausted you’ll still want more. Only thing that stopped me last time was seeing you so out of it.” 

“Fuck Adrian..” He moved off of you grabbing your ankles dragging you to the end of the bed. Your ass hung off as Adrian stood up throwing your ankles over his shoulder.

“I love you Y/N. I promise I’ll take care of you okay?”

“Okay..Please more..Fuck I don’t know if I can take any more though!” You sobbed out. Adrian shook his head.

“Should’ve let Chris smell it then..Just had to be a good person and save him from inhaling it.” Adrian gritted his teeth.

He didn’t plan on telling you till he finished helping you, but he was quite honestly a little piss you saved Chris before yourself.

You were such a selfless person always putting others before you, but this was serious. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.

Adrian gripped your thighs placing a small kiss on your ankle shoving his cock deep in you. You gripped the sheets gasping. Adrian decided to release some of his anger and pound the hell out of you.

“FUCK!” Your breast bounced with every thrust. His hands made quick work to squeeze them stretching you out. Adrian growled as you scratched his arms.

“Fucking needy whore. Did you want me to fuck you like this? Is that why you breathed in all of that stupid plant?”

“No! I wanted to protect Chris! I-Fuck!” His thighs smacked against the back of your legs hastily.

“God I love you, but that was so stupid of you. You’re lucky you’re fucking cute. You’re fucking adorable and my pussy is s-so good..” He gasped dropping your legs to lap back on top of you shoving you up the bed.

“Legs around my waist now.” You obeyed him instantly whining as he grabbed your ass hauling you up to clutch you to his chest. 

Adrian sat on the bed moving you on his lap making you ride him. He slapped your ass one hand guiding your hips the other groping your ass.

“You’re gonna cum riding my dick like the needy whore you are!”

“Yes! God yes! Tell me I’m a good girl! Please! I’ll be a needy whore, but I need to hear I’m good too! Please Adrian!”

“You’re good..So good for me..My good selfless girl..Gonna give you my dick all night so you can feel better cum again..Now.”

You sobbed out slamming down him once more. Adrian moaned as you clenched down on him milking him for all he was worth. You panted slowly still moving on him.

“I don’t know if I can go again..So sore already, but I feel it..” Adrian nodded in understanding pulling you off. “Also I’m sorry I worried you..”

“I know you are..it’s okay..I know why you did. You just freaked me out..I’m gonna fuck you though..Not only because you’re my girlfriend and I will kill anyone else who tries to do what I do with you, but because you need it.”

You moaned as he pulled out moving you on your hands and knees. He pushed back in this time planning to cum again. 

“I was thinking I’ll cum one more time in you then eat you out again.” You whined pushing against him. 

“Adrian..I’m so sensitive..”

“I know, but you need to cum. I know you do sweetheart..So let me take care of you. I know you can handle it..I’ve always wanted to see how many times I can push you. Make you my cockdrunk girl.”

Adrian thrusted into you using his hand to reach around you to rub your clit. You grabbed his arm scratching it from the overstimulation.

“Wait! Wait! OH FUCK!! FUCK!” You came within seconds of his fingers on your clit. Face planting into the pillow, Adrian looked in shock. Since you were so sensitive, your clit was basically an instant cum button.

He continued his thrust smiling still rubbing your clit. You made small grunts grinding down on his hand taking his hard thrust.

Eyes rolling back into your head, you babbled nonsense clenching down on Adrian. “So good..Cock so good..Adrian feel s’good..”

“F-fuck f-fuck!!! FUCK!!!!!” You yelped as Adrian gripped your hips deeply pressing himself against you. He slipped out watching his cum drip down your thighs once more.

“God even after seeing it earlier..Still fucking hot..” He licked his cum off your thigh using his fingers to push them inside of you. You jumped moaning loudly from Adrian’s fingering your sore pussy.

“You good?”

“Y-yes..”

“Do you need more?”

You stood quiet grinding back on his hand as a response. Adrian hummed biting the curve of your ass laughing a bit.

“Alright Y/N..love you..”

“Love you too..” You croaked out jumping as he used his thumb to rub your clit. 

The next afternoon, you awoke feeling more refreshed than ever, but also exhausted. Adrian slept next to you like a log completely out. You kissed his cheek before moving to get off the bed yelping as you fell straight down.

“Oh shit..” You hoarsely whispered out. Your legs gave out completely on you. Thighs covered in hickeys and pussy sore. “Adrian..”

He sighed in his sleep. You whimpered using your strength to lift yourself up a bit hoping to get his attention.

“Adrian!” 

You yelled as he jumped out of bed looking around for a threat. “What happened!? Who’s there!??”

“Adrian! It’s me!” He looked down shocked to see you on the floor.

“H-help..I can’t move my legs..” Adrian stifled a laugh seeing your small pout. “Adrian please! I have to pee!” 

Adrian nodded getting up carrying you away to the restroom. Afterwards, you both laid in bed in silence. Adrian ran his hand through your hair kissing your forehead.

“Can’t believe I literally fucked you so hard you couldn’t walk the next day.”

“Don’t laugh!”

“I’m sorry! it’s just funny!”

“It’s all the stupid fucking plant’s fault!”

“I know it is..”

“UGH!! I swear I am never working on it again!”

“Good. I was actually gonna ask you not too..”

“I won’t! This is all Peacemakers idiotic fault!” Adrian chuckled at your words kissing you.

“God I love you, but we really do need to stay away from this dumb plant.”

“I’m gonna kill Peacemaker.”

“I’m just happy I got to eat you out multiple times-”

“Adrian!” He grinned seeing the flustered look on your face. You turned over away from him. Adrian wrapped his arms around you spooning you from behind.

“I’m just teasing..You did worry me so next time let him breath it in. It was his mistake anyways. I told him to apologize to you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I just want you safe at all times and he put you in danger yesterday. Honestly was the first time I wanted to punch Peacemaker.”

“That’s..wow Adrian.”

“What can I say you mean a lot to me..But the plants does have it’s perks..I don’t ever want me or you getting it in our system again.”

You laughed nodding along. “I couldn’t agree more..I love you Adrian.”

He yawned grinning. “I love you too..”

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Really?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x F!Reader 

18+/Explicit

Warnings: Small mention of blood, Smut, Little switch between sub!Adrian and dom!Adrian, Pre-established relationship, Slight praise kink, Slight choking and spitting, Language, Fluff, some unedited (lemme know if I’m missing any)

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: Aw shit, here we go. My first Vigilante fic! 

“Hey so, like, I think we should totally fuck.”

You stop dead in your tracks to give him the most pointed stare you can muster.

“What?”

“Y’know,” he makes a circle with one hand and finishes the obscene jester with the other. “F-U-C-K-I-N-G.”

A shout from behind you takes your attention away from the masked Vigilante and you quickly dispose of the distraction.

“I know what fucking is, Vig. But we are literally in the middle of a mission!”

“Well not here.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing ever. “We gotta complete the mission first man! You just look so hot right now it’s not even funny at this point.”

Your suit is covered in bits of flesh and blood—minus a few bumps and scrapes on your end—almost as much as his is, yet he’s getting a hard on in the middle of the field like it’s just the two of you and definitely not your teammates picking up your slack as ravenous marksmen scream around you.

A shuffle takes your attention away from him to see another enemy pointing their weapon at him but before you can warn him or shoot, you’re not sure which, Vigilante chucks one of his throwing knives over his shoulder with a connected range that really shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does.

Yeah, he’s one to talk.

“Can we talk about this later?” You huff.

“… and then we’ll fuck?”

“Vig.”

                                             ***

“Just give me ten—no fifteen minutes baby, pleeeeease.”

And that’s how you end up with his dick buried so deep inside you as you ride him on the squeaky desk chair that sounds like it’s going to collapse any second, along with half your bloody, torn clothes hanging off your body, save for Adrian who kept everything but his pants and glasses.

“Hey, instead of the desk, let’s try the chair.”

“Any particular reason why, Adrian?”

“Hmmm nope!”

The chair doesn’t give you any leeway to move, so you have to improvise with mixtures of messy thrusts and dirty grinds that’s nonetheless pleasurable. It kind of makes it better, having to be so close to him that you’re sharing the same breath, that you can almost pick out each individual freckle on his gorgeous face; and hey, his cock barely leaving your desperate pussy? Buried to the fucking hilt and more so you can feel every ridge and vein of his ‘thimble’? 

“Fuuuuuck this is better than I imagined.”

You smile against his lips, slack with heavy pants and a chance to taste your lips or any part of your body for that matter. 

“Yeah and w-we better hurry up, or we’re gonna break this fucking thing.”

“Well I didn’t hear you complaaaining when I suggested it” He half sings-songs, half whines in retort.

His gloved hands squeeze your hips and pulls them down on his cock almost leisurely, watching your breasts pool from between the undershirt he carelessly tore—it’s not also like you’re fucking in the office by your desk that sits directly across from Harcourts so you can get caught at any moment; despite the fact you’re trying to be quiet, they’ll for sure be able to catch a perfect glance of your ass rolling against his thighs and hear the obscene little squelch of your arousal before you’d get the chance to run. 

“Adrian,” you moan sweetly. “We don’t have much time. C’mon.”

He chuckles at the stern scrunch of your eyebrows and squirms to get a better footing so he can thrust up into you the best he can as you come down. It pulls him deeper than where he was before, hitting spots that you didn’t even realize could make you feel so fucking good before meeting him, like absolute putty in his arms. He feels impossibly thicker with how close you are, so hot and pulsing. You don’t ever want to let him go and as if in agreement your cunt tenses to keep him in. 

“I’ve always wondered how—shit—tight you still are after fucking you with my big cock.” He grunts effortlessly. 

You roll your eyes at his cheeky grin. You say it once in the heat of the moment and he hasn’t lived it down since, bringing it up at least once in every conversation you have no matter who is in the room listening. 

You wrap your fingers around his throat the best you can given the close proximity and lightly squeeze. His Adam’s Apple bobs as his green eyes glaze over in excitement. 

“Then this big cock shouldn’t have a problem finishing me off, right?” You lean your head down and lick right under his earlobe so you can bite down hard enough to leave a faint mark. His pulse beats wildly under your tongue as he practically purrs from the sting. 

“Huh huh.” Adrian mumbles dumbly. “I can do that, yeah. I’m gonna make you fucking cum.”

You nod and pick up the pace by using his chest piece as leverage to lift your hips far enough that the both of you won’t tip over and slide back down on him. He takes this opportunity to tweak a perk nipple that peeks out from your undershirt, grinning one of your favorite toothy smiles when you gasp and arch your back. Then without warning he wiggles to get comfortable again, briefly letting go of your gyrating hips to help himself.

Now you swear he’s hitting your cervix at this new angle, bringing a delicious balance of pleasure and pain. You’ll feel him for days and more since you can barely keep your hands off each other; it’s worth the ragged gasps and the pricks of chapped lips and teeth trails over your face and neck, Adrian losing himself completely in you as you are him. His hands switch from pinching your nipples, grabbing your waist to guide you or to try pick you up so he can slam you down—

“Fucker, I can’t move that far!”

“Right, my bad.”

Then he resorts to wrapping his arms around your lower back and arches like he’s trying to mold himself into you. Pieces of his armor dig uncomfortably in your skin but you’ll worry about that later; you can’t find the willpower to pry yourself off him now. Every thrust turns wetter and messier, evident in the way his cock glides through your velvet walls with little restraint. Your fingers stay locked around him, feeling every strained breath and pulse stagger beneath you.

“Oh shit,” he gasps. His cock twitches inside you as his legs start to shake. “Shit I wish I could see your pussy right now. It looks wicked cool seeing my dick disappear in ya.”

Despite yourself you stop and laugh which turns into an embarrassing snort the more you think about what he just said. You notice his eyes sparkle at the sight.

“Later,” you gulp through the tremors. “H-how’s that sound?”

He fists pumps the air without breaking his stance. “Of fucking course lovey dovey, round two at my place!”

As ridiculous as it—no scratch that, anything, he says is, Adrian just loves to hear you laugh. It’s not a good day unless he’s gotten you to laugh, smile, and cum at least five or ten times; the more the better. 

You recover quickly and rock harder on his lap, enjoying the way the material of his suit scratches your clit each time your hips collide. Honestly at this point you’re beyond caring if anyone walks in and sees you in this compromising position, all you can see and feel and smell is him and you can’t get enough of it—anyway, if the increasingly horrible screeching of the chair isn’t an indication of what you’re up to, then Adrian’s very loud moans are.

“Fuckfuckfuck how do you keep getting wetter? You feel that too, don’t you?”

You whine in response. 

“Yeah I can feel all that. Can’t wait to fuck you again like this… right?”

Your heart skips a beat when he, and you don’t know if this is a subconscious effort to ground himself or convince you, palms your breast and absentmindedly gropes while the other grabs your ass cheek as he pouts at you with eager doe eyes. 

“The chair?” You manage to wheeze.

“Fuck, yes. It’s just I like having my dick in you like this. Not like I don’t all the time,” he struggles through his teeth, gripping your body tighter and tighter, nearly suffocating you; you’ll be waking up with bruises tomorrow. “But this feels different… fuck I’m sorry.”

”Of course baby,” you kiss the tip of his nose. 

“You’re like, the most beautiful fucking thing other than—Jesus—I-I mean I don’t think Jesus is beautiful, I mean y-hphmh.”

You crash your lips to his to silence his rambling. Subconsciously your fingers slide through his ruly curls until you latch onto a handful of it and tug. He moans in the kiss, easily letting your tongue invade his mouth. 

His hips buckle as your tongue dances with his, muffling both of your cries. Your whole body feels like it’s on a live wire, every nerve shooting to your pussy from head to toe and back, trying desperately to find your releases, your core clenching sporadically. 

Adrian pulls his lips far enough away to huskily growl, “I’m not gonna last much longer. You need to cum. Now.”

Oh your cunt gushes. The switch between soft, dorky, awkward Adrian and mean, authoritative Adrian that leans more towards his Vigilante identity is a bit of a whiplash for you sometimes, and this time you don’t have another second to react to it before you hear him spit (when did your eyes close?). 

“Wha—oh.”

You have enough time to see him slosh his spit between his thumb and forefinger before he dives between your legs, wasting no time in flicking your clit with those very same fingers. 

“Oh shit baby, keep going, fuck.”

“That’s right, can feel that cunt squeezing me. Dude I wish you could—” He throws his head back at the swivel of your hips, veins flexing under your fingers. “—I wish you could feel how amazing this feels for me.”

“Yes.” You’re agreeing with anything he says. “Only you can make me feel this way.” You keep your hips down and grind, his cockhead bumping against that spot inside you that makes your pussy cream. “Only I can make you feel this good, right baby?”

The grunt that leaves his lips sounds like a mixture between that of a growl and a cry. It sounds so pathetic and wonderful to your ears. Your breath hitches and your hips stutter. 

“Adrian I’m gonna cum!”

He rolls his thumb faster on your clit and latches his lips on your collarbone to lick and bite at the exposed flesh, pressing his throat harder against your palm. You bite down on your lip to muffle the scream bubbling in your chest and roll your hips in sync with his several more times until your cunt constricts so tightly around him that you think you can actually pass out from how much it’s consuming you in electric waves. 

No it actually feels like your body is on fire. Molten lava while the intense warmth floods from your pussy and steals all the air from your lungs, your legs tensing around him and the chair whilst your stomach does somersaults. 

“Oh my merciful fuck that’s too much!” Adrian pleas heavily at the feeling of your pussy milking him, sucking him in and straining harder when an inch of him tries to leave. Your juices drip down your thighs, down his lean muscles and to his tightening balls and you know if you had more time, he’d lick it off your legs and beg you to do the same for him. 

It’s an intriguing thought. So you can’t help but use it to tease him.

“I-I’ll let you eat me out when we get home, even with all your cum leakin out of me.”

“O-okay,” he bobs his head, waiting for more.

“Maybe I’ll even suck you off after,” you continue to whisper in his ear. “Would you like that, Vig?”

“Yes!” He cries out. “Suck all the cum outta me, so so good at that.”

“Then cum in me, Adrian.”

He keeps thrusting, albeit sloppily and unevenly, when you can barely move, only able to encourage his pleasure with more soft praises and tugs of his hair before he chokes and slams you down one last time, hugging you as close as he can get as ropes and ropes of cum warm your insides. 

“That’s it,” you arch in his hold, hoping to keep every last drop he has to offer. Which seems to be a lot because he doesn’t release the strong hold he has you in for several more seconds until his cock stops flaring inside you. 

When that does happen you each take a moment for you to catch your breath, waiting for your pussy to stop spasming. “I love you.”

“I hope so ‘cause that’d be pretty awkward considering I love you, too.”

You shake your head and kiss him gently. He doesn’t hesitate to nibble on your bottom lip, always an eager little fuck. Adrian feels the combined fluids leak from your folds and he thinks he can hear tiny splatters of it on the floor, his chest flaring with pride. 

“Anyway that was amazing, as always,” he pants against your chin once you break. 

You giggle, holding his head and petting his hair. “As always, lover boy.”

He tickles your ribs gently in a tease, giving you the goofiest smile off his flushed face. You smile back and squirm to try and get away. His cock jumps, just as sensitive as your quivering cunt. 

“Okay nope, too soon,” he grunts and grabs your waist to stop you from moving. 

You thump your head against his chest. “We should probably get up now.”

Neither of you make an attempt to move. Adrian rubs a hand up and down your back to help the both of you come down from your short lived but awesome orgasms, just enjoying this moment of rare peace you find with him. 

“Oh for fuck sakes. Really, you guys?”

That is, until Economos walks in. 

“Hiya Eco!”

[seat-safety-switch]

If you’ve never given much thought to towing a car, be thankful. There is a sort of moment that passes as you descend further and further into car-ownership madness. Originally, you are just a tow consumer – a random person of good breeding and upbringing who needs their broken car moved to a place where it can be fixed. Then, as you start to get a taste for the good stuff in life, you quickly realize that you must transition into the provision of tows.

Let’s think about the economics of a tow. You’re paying for the truck, the fuel, the driver’s labour, their boss’s labour, their boss’s labour, and a vig to whatever organized crime group (the police?) that they work for. Do that two or three times in a year, and buying a shitty truck with a halfway-shitty car hauling trailer starts to make a lot of sense. If you’re like me, and you’re pulling home broken garbage every weekend, you don’t need an accountant to tell you it’s a good idea.

Here’s the Catch-22, though: any truck and trailer combo I can afford is so broken that they themselves would need a tow truck to get them back to my home. Trucks have become expensive luxury items, and trailers are required for my neighbours to store non-running quads and boats on, so that they can never take them anywhere. So I’m stuck with using some of my garbage to haul home new garbage. This is where the innovation of the “flat tow” comes from.

Although it’s illegal in most municipalities, and considered to be an affront to God Himself by the Vatican, flat towing is often the most practical way of moving one car when all you have is another car. You loop a rope or chain between the two cars and then drive away, pulling the broken car behind you like a sort of two-ton rattlesnake. Your most expendable buddy sits in the unpowered car and strongarm-steers it around corners (assuming the steering still works) and you try not to kill them. Then, you make sure not to stop too abruptly (i.e. for lights) just in case the following car doesn’t actually have brakes, and try not to turn too sharply either, lest you sever the rope and have to make a new friend. When you get to your house, you only have to replace the transmissions in both cars, and you’re done.

Is it a good idea? Absolutely not. Is it an effective technique? Yes, in moderation. For instance, you don’t want the cops to see you, so it’s a good idea to only do it at night, or in especially bad weather. And hey, even if you fuck it up, you’ll be paying money to be towed for a shorter distance than you would otherwise. That is, assuming you don’t do a lot of this flat-towing near particularly steep mountain roads.

[multifandomfanficss]

Green Eyes

Adrian Chase/ Vigilante x Reader

Adrian Chase Masterlist

(H/N)=Hero Name

Prompt: After knowing your best friend for the past six years you finally find out his name and what he looks like when you join a task force made to save the human race from aliens.

Warnings: Cannon typical violence, episode 4 spoilers

A/N: I think this is the longest Adrian fic I’ve ever written. Enjoy! ❤️🧜‍♂️❤️

You had known him for years, but you were never able to put a name to the face. Hell, you didn’t even have a face to put to the body. You had know idea who he was, but somehow simultaneously you knew exactly who he was. He was your best friend after all and you knew everything about him, except for his identity. He knew what you looked like, but you kept your name a secret. To him you were just (H/N). To you he was just ‘Vigilante’. At the beginning of your friendship you tried to get him to tell you who he was, but after six years of friendship you knew better than to pry. You understood he was just trying to protect you, but you could handle yourself. You were a hero just like him.

The time when Peacemaker was away felt like the longest period of your life and yet felt like no time at all. You missed your friend, but in all honesty you enjoyed the quieter moments with Vigilante. You preferred when he wasn’t around Chris. When he wasn’t trying to impress his favorite person. When he was just himself. You felt guilty for thinking such things, but there were nights when it would just be you and Vigilante and the entire world would disappear. There would be nights where you laid on the couch, drunk out of your mind, when you would slip your head into Vigilante’s lap. The first time it happened he completely froze. He didn’t know what to do and it was almost like he just stopped breathing, like he had shut down, turned off. After the first time he got more comfortable. He would look down at you and play with your hair. You would sit there and talk about anything and everything, but if you were drunk enough you would try to get information out of him.

“Please tell me something, anything, about what you look like.” You’d beg.

“You know I can’t do that, (H/N). It’s not safe.” He’d remind you. You’d place your hand at the base of his mask and just rest it there. The first time you did this he flinched away, but he was used to this by now too.

“What’s under there?” You’d ask. Sometimes he’d make a joke and other times he’d stay silent.

“I bet you have no hair and a face tattoo.” You’d always come up with something you thought would be completely untrue. He’d laugh at you.

“I bet you have blonde hair.” You’d then come up with something less outrageous in hopes that he’d agree.

“I could tell you what I look like and you’d have no idea if I was lying or not.” He’d remind you.

“I know, but I trust you Vig.” You’d say. This would usually end in him changing the subject. One night he broke the pattern.

“Green.” He said quietly.

“What?” You asked, your heart suddenly pounding out of your chest.

“My eyes are green.” He told you.

From that night on you’d held onto that statement. You’d often dream about his green eyes. You would try to steal glances behind his visor, but the tint stopped you from seeing the color. He’d often catch you staring and you’d quickly turn away, cheeks flushed.

It wasn’t until Peacemaker returned that things started to get crazy. Rather than spending last night patrolling, you and Vigilante followed Chris on a mission with his team. After getting sucked into the mission, Vigilante and Peacemaker were taken hostage. By the time you were able to get to them, Vigilante was limping. He had been tortured. The minutes where you heard his screaming, but couldn’t break through the door to get to him were some of the longest minutes of your life. You were terrified. You hated to hear him in pain. When you eventually got down to them, Vig was limping and Peacemaker was totally unphased. While Vigilante was tortured, Chris was left untouched. You wanted to slap him, but you knew that wouldn’t help. Instead you just helped Vigilante make his was back to the van. It was strange riding with the new team. It was even stranger when they offered you a job. When you heard they were fighting aliens hell bent on destroying humanity and taking over the world you were all in, so was Vigilante. This was the sort of higher purpose you’d always wanted. You weren’t just helping one town. You were helping the entire world.

The past couple days had been pretty wild, so you had gone home to shower and get a change of clothes. You were now rushing back to headquarters because you had gotten a call that Judomaster had escaped. When you got there at the same time as Harcourt, Judomaster had already been recaptured. You walked in to find Adebayo and Economos sitting with his unconscious body. He had been shot. You knew what that meant. Adebayo had taken her first shot. She looked pretty shaken up. You let Harcourt do most of the talking, as Adebayo tried to say she wasn’t cut out for the job.

“None of this sits right with me. First I manipulated Vigilante into going into prison and killing Peacmaker’s father and now this-” You cut her off.

“You did what?!” You jump out of your chair. The thought of Vig killing Peacemaker’s piece of shit father didn’t phase you, but you were worried about him. Would the police arrest the Vigilante and put him in prison for the rest of his life or would they arrest the man underneath the suit with no connection? You knew Chris had a thirty year sentence. Chris. What would Chris do if he found out Vig killed his father? He would never forgive him.

Your mind was swimming with thoughts, but most of all you just wanted Vigilante out of the prison and safe. You didn’t know why you were so worried. He could handle himself.

‘He can handle himself.’ You repeat in your head.

“I thought Waller gave me soldiers! Instead it’s the fucking Apple Dumpling Gang!” Murn breaks you from your thoughts. You’re now sat in the main part of the office as he scolds the team for letting this happen. Adebayo tries to defend her choices, but all you can hear are words spilling out of her mouth. None of them have meaning. Suddenly Economos is getting into technicalities on who is actually Chris’ best friend, Vigilante or Egaly and you pound your head into the desk.

“Can we just fucking figure this out?!” You yell. You don’t mean to yell, but you’re just so nervous.

“His father ,the goddamn White Dragon, is a trained killer! He could kill Vigilante and without Vigilante we’re taking on the butterflies one man down!” Murn continues to yell.

“Half a man down. That guy’s a psychopath.” Harcourt interrupts. She doesn’t seem to care if he lives or dies. You boil with anger.

“If he ends up dead or imprisoned for the rest of his life, you’re gonna fucking regret it, Harcourt.” You try to bite back your words, but they spill from your mouth.

“Is that a fucking threat, (H/N)?” She questions. You stand up to approach her before Murn pushes you back down.

“It’s the four of us against a damn alien invasion. We need a psychopath.” He says, connecting eyes with Harcourt.

“I’m sorry Mr. Murn.” Adebayo apologizes.

“Can you get Vigilante out of the system before he screws us more than we’re already screwed?” He asks Economos. He sits down, at his desk with a sigh.

“I don’t even know this guy’s name.” He says. They all turn to you. You shrug.

“You’re like his best friend. You’re literally inseparable and you don’t even know his name?” Harcourt asks.

“I don’t even know what he looks like.” You say quietly.

“White male, 5’11”, thirties, green eyes.” Adebayo starts describing him. You feel your breath catch in your throat. Green eyes.

“Y-you saw him?” You stutter for a second. She nods.

“Hm. I think I’ve got something.” Economos starts.

“Found him.” He says. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“Adrian Chase, the Vigilante.” He continues with confidence.

“That’s him.” Adebayo confirms, obviously looking at a picture. You stand frozen in your tracks. Adrian Chase. Adrian Chase. You can’t help, but repeat his name in your head over and over again.

“Wasn’t he our busboy at Fennel Fields?” Harcourt asks.

“Do you wanna see?” Adebayo motions for you to come closer. She moves so there’s room for you to step in front of the screen. You hesitate. If he wanted you to see what he looked like, he would have showed you. Six years. You’d been friends for six years and you had no idea what he looked like, what Adrian…looked like. Adrian. It was a nice name. Slowly you realized you were walking to the screen. You finally found yourself staring at the screen. Your eyes were met with a picture of a brunette. It was so weird to put a face to the body. You wondered if it was even him, but Adebayo confirmed that it was him. She had seen him.

“I’ll go pick him up. Just text me when you get him out” Harcourt starts for the door.

“No.” You stop her.

“What?” She turns around to question you.

“I’ll do it.” You say quietly. She nods and heads out the door. You stand frozen, staring at the picture. For all you know this could be not only the first, but the last time you see his face. You want to remember this forever.

“I just put in the request. They just have to process him and he’ll be out soon.” Economos speaks up. You don’t respond.

“Are you okay?” Adebayo asks.

“Six years.” You laugh to yourself.

“What?” She asks.

“That’s how long I’ve been friends with Vigil- Adrian. Adrian. That’s how long I’ve been friends with Adrian.” You smile to yourself as you feel his name forming on your lips.

“I’m sorry. I just…” You trail off.

“I better go get him.” You speak again before heading out the door.

Now you were sitting in your car outside the police station. The sky had grown dark. You sat in silence. Normally when you were getting ready to pick up Vigilante you would be blasting a playlist of your guys’ favorite songs, but this is different. Everything is different. You’re nervous, scared even. How will he react? Will he hide? Will he come clean? Will you destroy what you have with him? What do you even have with him? You’re best friends of course, but… You think back to the night he told you he had green eyes, your head in his lap, his hands playing with your hair and you freeze. Did you like Vigilante? You had pondered it before, but brushed off the concept. How could you possibly have feelings for a person with no name and no face? You had known nothing about him, but somehow simultaneously you knew everything about him. Everything that mattered anyway.

You were broken away from your thoughts when you saw him slowly walk out of the police station and approach the familiar looking car with a look of confusion. You rolled down your window.

“I’m here to take you home. Get in.” You smiled at him, hoping to relieve some of the tension. He slowly opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. He sighs.

“He’s still alive... I’m Adrian.” He says softly. The second he speaks you know without a doubt in the world that it’s him. He didn’t look very different from the picture. You could still recognize him, but it was like you were seeing him for the first time. He took your breathe away. It was love at first sight, but was it really? Maybe you had loved him all along and you were just too afraid to admit it to a nameless, faceless figure. You suppose it’s your turn to be honest.

“I’m (Y/N).” You smile at him. He gives you a small smile before his face changes again.

“I think I might have made things worse.” He says, his voice quivering. He’s about to cry. In the six years you’d been friends you’d rarely seen him upset, let alone cry. He breaks eye contact with you.

“And now you’ve seen my face.” He continues as his voice grows much quieter. You see a tear roll down his cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You say, grabbing his hand. Your skin touches his for the first time. It’s soft.

“No, it’s not. I’m going to lose my two best friends.” He argues with you.

“What makes you think that?” You ask.

“Peacemaker is going to hate me and you probably hate me too.” He rambles on. You shush him and place a hand on his chin. You tilt his head for your eyes to meet. You place your hand on his cheek and swipe your thumb against his cheek bone, wiping away some tears.

“Adrian, I could never hate you.” You promise. Hearing you say his name out loud only makes him cry harder. You pull him into your arms.

“I just thought- We’ve been friends for six years. I thought you’d be angry or disappointed when you finally found out who I was.” He confesses. You separate to look him in the eyes.

“It doesn’t matter what you look like or what your name is. I care about the person I’ve grown to know over the past six years.” You tell him. He gives you a small smile.

“(Y/N)?” He questions.

“Yeah. That’s me.” You smile. It’s strange to hear his name on your lips, but secretly it’s what you’ve always wanted. His voice feels like a dream.

“That’s a pretty name.” He compliments you. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

“Not as pretty as you are-“ You cut yourself off as your realize what you just said.

“You-You think I’m pretty?” He stutters, his own face growing red. You turn to look at the road.

“I’m gonna start driving now.” You say, your eyes refusing to look at Vig.

Once you pull away from the police station you hand Adrian your phone, tired of sitting in awkward silence.

“My passcode is 1963. Put on some music.” You tell him.

“First a name, now a passcode? We’re moving pretty fast, (Y/N).” He smiles. You can’t help, but giggle. He puts on your playlist and the Spice Girls starts blasting through your speakers. You both sing your separate parts which you’ve practiced very hard over the past six years. You grow a large smile on your face when you hear the line ‘friendship never ends’. You know no matter what you and Vigilante go through, you’ll always have each other.

[vigsilantes]

instincts (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x Reader Summary: On a mission with the team looking for more butterflies, you and Adrian get split up and tortured. Word Count: 3.2k+ Tags: Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Reader-Insert, Post-Canon, Post Season 1, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Fluff, Comfort Warnings: swearing, gore, blood, knifes, torture

~masterlist~ >>>(read on ao3)<<<

This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go, like at all. Last week, Harcourt had scoped out a group of butterflies trying to regain power on the other side of Gotham. From your extensive research you learned that there wasn't many of them, but they had a stock supply of that nectar to keep them alive, and they had somehow turned a few more people into butterflies since you began looking into them. They set up base in a shoddy warehouse, and from what John has found, there’s dirt tunnels underground with many points of entrance into it. The plan was to go to Gotham, set up camp in the city for the day, and make your way through the tunnels under the warehouse. Then from there, kill everyone and destroy the nectar. Easy plan, or at least it was supposed to be easy.

At two in the morning, you would be breaking into the warehouse to execute the plan. You and Adrian were assigned together to go to one entrance, and Harcourt, Adebayo, and Chris were together for another entrance. You and Adrian were always paired together, it's never even a question if you'll be put together, you were partners before even joining the team, so you work the best when you’re with each other. You had a plan all set up, Vig would go in first and you would cover from behind... until things went south. You weren’t even entirely sure what happened. Mere seconds after walking into the underground tunnel, a strange green gas was omitted.

“What the fuckkk?” Adrian coughed, and you began feeling lightheaded. He started puttering around, and you grabbed onto each other for stability. Your throat was itchy, and you started coughing up a lung.

“Shit,” you lost your balance, and fell, still in a fit of coughs. Adrian tried reaching down to catch you from falling, but he also collapsed onto the ground next to you.

“Cover your…” Adrian began, but you couldn’t hear the rest of what he said, you could only make out a sharp ringing in your ears, then all you saw was darkness.

-

When you woke up you were sitting upright in a chair. Your hands were tied behind you, and when you tried moving, you felt that your legs were bound as well. The binds were tight; you knew it wasn’t going to be easy getting out of this. There was nothing and no one around you, no sign of Adrian, and all you saw was what seemed to be a table of torture tools, great. The room was cold, obsolete, and for just being in an underground tunnel, the room looked furnished. Your eyes fell to the ground and you saw the various amounts of weapons you arrived with, including your backup knife that you keep strapped to your thigh. Adrian was the one who made the strap for your backup knife in case of emergencies, he had one of his own, and it's come in handy before, but you somehow felt violated because they took it off of you.

You also noticed your crushed earpiece in front of you, which meant you were completely cut off from the team- You were cut off from Adrian. You have no clue how long you were unconscious, which only added on to your already horrific anxiety. You kept trying to wiggle out of your binds knowing it was hopeless, but seconds later a woman walked in. She was tall, had short dark hair, and wore a police uniform... she's hot. But her face was cold, stoic, with no expression at all- she was a butterfly.

“It’s not even worth trying, you’re not going anywhere,” she slyly said, standing over you.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Doesn’t matter. I need to know who you are, and what you have to do with A.R.G.U.S.” She demanded and walked behind you, she waved to the door. A hefty man walked in, and your eyes immediately fell to his hands, he was wearing brass knuckles. You knew what was ahead of you, but you couldn’t break and spill anything about the team.

“What even is A.R.G.U.S.?” you asked, with sarcasm dripping in your voice. They already knew you knew about A.R.G.U.S., and they also knew that you most likely wouldn’t talk. The woman scoffed, not amused by your answer, then the man stepped forward, and just as expected, he punched you in the face. You screamed out, his knuckles hitting your eye.

“Wanna talk now?” the lady questioned, you shook your head, you weren’t going to break, and the man hit you again, this time across the nose. This back and forth continued, questions being asked with you avoiding answers, which also meant the pain continued. Blood was dripping from your face, and you felt like could pass out at any moment.

"Why don't you go in for a hit, hotstuff?" you grumbled, with your eyes on fire, purposely trying to anger her. Just as the man was about to go in for another punch, the lady stopped him.

“Since you won’t talk, time to make this a little more fun, what do you think?” She walked towards you and smiled, then spit in your face. Next, as if on cue, the man grabbed a wooden bat from the torture table. Questions weren’t even asked this time, the man just repeatedly swung the bat at your stomach, then your arm, then your leg, it’s as if there wasn’t a spot that he wasn’t hitting. Pain echoed in your body as you cried out, begging for him to stop. You were hazy, barely even conscious at this point, when you heard a noise from outside. Hope sparked in you, and you practically forced yourself to stay awake. The woman instructed the man to stay with you then ran outside, leaving the door open. You heard a screech; you peered over at the door to see the lady fall to the ground with a knife in her head. The man briefly looked at you, then straightened himself, readying for a fight. You heard a familiar grunt from outside, it belonged to Adrian, who was maskless and bloodied, standing over the butterfly.

“Vig,” you whispered, his face lightened up when he heard you.

“Now this,” he started, sounding tired, “is so not cool of you, man.” Adrian had a knife in his hand, you recognized it as his thigh knife, and hobbled towards the man. The guy backed up a bit and still looked ready to fight, but before he could even make a move, Adrian flung the knife right between his eyes, and he instantly dropped. Adrian grabbed a slightly larger knife from the torture table and ran towards you.

“Oh shit – honey, are you alright?” he asked, as he began cutting your ties. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, this was not supposed to happen, you-you shouldn’t be hurt, it wa-”

“Hey, why are you apologizing, Vig? How the hell were we supposed to know that they had poisonous, alien gas?” you interrupted. He looked up at you.

“But-”

“No!” you stopped him and now with your arms free you lightly held his beaten face. “You saved me, okay? No apologizing,” you comforted him, and he got your legs free.

“Okay,” he nodded, you pulled him in for a hasty kiss. “We gotta get out of here, babe, I already killed like five of them but looking at the state of this place I’m guessing there’s like a shit ton more of them and I really don’t want to meet them” he said, you agreed. “Can you walk?”

“Uhh let’s see,” you stood up with Adrian’s help, he made sure you didn’t fall, he’s so protective of you. You steadied yourself, your leg was hurt but luckily not broken. “Yeah, I can manage,” you said, and you recollected all of the weapons that they took from you. As Adrian grabbed some from the table, you looked over at him, “Hold on, where’s your mask?”

“I-I don’t know they took it, and it wasn’t in the room I was in, which sucksss I really hope we can find it… I feel naked without it on,” he complained, “wait yours is gone too,” he noticed.

“It doesn’t matter, let’s just get the fuck outta here!” you said, and he agreed, but you paused as you looked at your boyfriend, noticing something missing from his face. “Where are your glasses?” you wondered how he was even seeing clearly.

“This giant ass butterfly-guy broke them... hit me right in my safety pouch, which was totally rude, but it’s fine,” he admitted, so he couldn’t see clearly. “I have another pair at home, let’s just go, babe.” You agreed, and slowly, you made your way through various hallways, putting knives in every single head you saw. It took a lot of energy, more energy than either of you even had, but your adrenaline was through the roof, so you both managed to sneak out. Sneaking around unnoticed is something you both do incredibly well, and it came in handy. It was a skill that took lots of practice, like way too much time mastering, but it always proved to be well worth it.

With Adrian in front of you, you reached the end of a strange half-dirt, half-furnished hallway, he opened a door, and as you exited you noticed you were somewhere in the woods, not near the tunnel you entered. You managed to run a bit so you could get away from the tunnel, but after a few minutes you both had to take a breather. The air was brisk, but it felt good to breathe in, and the sun was just beginning to rise.

“Holy shit how long were we there?” you question in between breaths, knowing it must have been at least a few hours.

“Fuck, man,” Adrian said and looked around you, “I don’t even know where the hell to go,” he started laughing, and for some delusional reason you giggled too. “This is a fucking mess, babe, and where the fuck is the team?” he questioned, which you wondered too. It didn’t matter for the moment though, because the two of you were safe, and the two of you were together. He ripped his glove off and stepped in close to you, looking down at you, squinting because he didn’t have his glasses. Gently lifting his hand, he wiped blood away from under your nose, and observed the damage on your face. You did the same, seeing how badly he had been beat up, and it was bad. His left eye was puffy, and you could tell that it will certainly bruise badly, he had blood all over his face and crusted in his hair, mostly from his small wounds, but some of it was from the unlucky butterflies he ran into, and his lip was cracked. You softly touched his lip and he leaned down to kiss you. Barely separating from you, he said “We’re both a mess, huh,” you nodded and smiled, he went in for another embrace.

You were interrupted from your kiss by leaves crunching behind you. You instantly jumped away from Adrian and raised your knife. He did the same, squinting so he could somehow see who was in front of you. It wasn’t completely light out yet, so it was still fairly hard to see. And you were beaten to shit, nearly passing out, so that didn’t help either.

“Hey shit, hold on, it’s me!” you heard a familiar voice say, it was Adebayo. You and Adrian lowered your weapons. She walked over to you, she looked beat up herself, “Oh, thank fuck,” she said to you, “I found them!” she spoke into her comms.

“What the fuck happened?!” Adrian asked while raising his arms in confusion, wondering why she was hurt and also why no one saved you guys.

“Fuckk man, we all got gassed when we entered, and beat up too, which wasn’t fun. But me, Em, and Chris were all in the same tunnel, which was a different one from where we entered, and once we escaped, we had no clue where they took you guys. You two weren’t in the tunnel you were assigned, and we –couldn’t find you.” She took a deep breath. “Fuck, it was wild, too many fuckin’ tunnels, but I’m happy you two made it out,” she exhaustedly smiled.

“Okay, well, it’s good to know you guys were looking for us,” you joked, Adebayo laughed. Suddenly, headlights appeared, and you saw that it was the van. John pulled up right next to you three, and the back door opened to show Emilia and Chris. They looked stunned.

“Woahhh, you two look like shit!” Chris said, always loving to point out the obvious. He and Em were also roughed up but not nearly as bad as you or Adrian. Adebayo got in the van and motioned for Chris and Em to help you guys.

“Yeah, well we had our asses handed to us, and our masks taken, andddd my glasses broken in half, but we still got out, no thanks to you guys.” Adrian dryly pointed out, as he helped you up into the van. Emilia assisted you in, you moaned, pain shooting through your whole body, and Adrian groaned as he climbed in as well.

“Oh, we have your masks,” Emilia turned around and rifled through a bag, “yeah, we uh, found your masks, but no sign of you guys, which honestly wasn’t a good thing to see,” she faced you and had your masks in her hands. “Glad you’re okay,” she smiled, and handed your masks to you both. Adrian’s face lit up. You knew he was happy to have that back, as his prescription visor is very difficult to make, and he is extremely cautious about his identity. You and Adrian sat down, and Emilia got out the med kit.

“We looked through all these fuckin' tunnels for you guys, and killed a shit ton of butterflies, but we didn’t know where the hell you were,” Chris said, you knew he was worried for you both. You leaned your head on Adrian’s shoulder, and he took your hand.

“Well, thank you guys for looking,” you offer, you knew they tried. “There were wayyy more of them than we thought…” you trailed off.

“Yeah, like what the hell? How were there even that fucking many of them… total bullshit!” Adrian chimed in.

“Yeah...” Adebayo said softly, “We underestimated how many there were…”

“Well, they’re all fuckin’ dead now!” Chris added. Emilia kneeled down to you and Adrian, studying your faces to see how injured you were. She lifted a small flashlight from the med kit and shined it in your eyes as you looked back at her. She then motioned for you to give her your hand, she gently took it, and looked closely at it. Without saying anything, she then looked down at Adrian’s leg, which prompted you to look down at it, and he was bleeding. She pressed a towel down on his leg to help stop the bleeding.

“Yeah, you two are really fucked up. John, go to the nearest hospital,” she said sternly, he shook his head. “Looks like you both have concussions, but nothing is too serious” she reassured you, seems about right. "But still, just to be safe we should get you guys treated..." Your adrenaline was beginning to crash as your head rested on Adrian’s shoulder, and you could start to feel how much pain you were really in.

“I didn’t even realize how fucked up we were,” you admitted, only loud enough for Adrian and Em to hear “I’m absolutely close to passing out at like anyyy moment,” you huffed a laugh and Em softly smiled. She then moved up next to John to give you and Adrian some space.

“Six minutes till we’re there!” John announced, you were close. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Chris look over at the map on John's phone.

“Oooh, it’s where we went after the butterflies last time!” Chris said, with pep in his voice, “You think they’ll remember us?” he joked, everyone chuckled except for Adrian. He didn’t even seem to be listening, he was only focusing on you.

He whispered your name, “I-I didn’t notice how badly hurt you are,” Adrian said, his voice soft, you could hear in his voice that was also in pain. You reassured him with an “It’s okay,” but he still felt bad. “Here, I’ll get the med kit and get a band aid and-”

“No, we’re almost there, it’s alright, just… just sit with me,” you asked, and he didn’t have it in him to do otherwise. You paused for a second and lifted your head from his shoulder. “How the hell did you even see without your glasses, babe?” you softly asked, meeting his gaze.

“Barely could,” he quickly admitted, “but I just thought about getting to you, so my instincts just took over, I think,” he said, you blushed. “Anddd I can aim and throw a knife with my eyes closed, so it wasn’t all that hard. I just had to kill anyone who wasn’t you.”  

“Wow, so you like... have superpowers,” you joked, and he laughed. God, you could listen to him laugh for eternity.

“Maybe… I guess all I have to do is think about you to activate them, seems totally possible.”

“Mhmmm, my hero!” you smiled. He never took his eyes off you, but he looked at you intently and held your face, analyzing your injuries.

“You’re really hurt, like, you know I love your face, like sooooo much, more than anything, but you look super fucked up right now…” Adrian said, you chuckled.

“Right back at you. Your eye’s like... half-closed, babe.” He nodded, and you traced small circles in his hand to ease his anxiety – doing this relaxed you too for some reason. “I’ll be alright… we’re gonna be alright, we’ve been in worse shape than this.”

“True, at least I’m not missing any body parts this time… Remember last time with Goff? That suckedddd,” Adrian smirked. “My toe still hasn’t healed right,” he whined, he’s still a bit pissed about that whole situation, as he should be, Goff was out of line for electrocuting you two and for cutting part of Ade's toe off. He kissed your forehead, and you then rested your head back on his shoulder again. He slid his arm around you and pulled you in closer to him. “I love ya, honey,” he softly whispered to you.

“Love you too, Adrian,” you hummed. You began blinking heavily, and you slowly shut your eyes, feeling comfortable with your head in this all too familiar resting spot. You knew you were going to be okay, and more importantly, you knew that Adrian was going to be okay. You felt safe being close to him, in his arms, and you eventually passed out.

[tiannasfanfic]

Hi can you do a one shot (friends to lovers) of Adrian and reader as friends but the reader doesn’t know Adrian is vigilanty, and the reader tells Adrian that she has a crush on vigilanty.

Thank you so much for this request! These are some of my favorite stories to read when it comes to fluff.

I don’t know what it is, just something about the idea of confessing your feelings to the person you like without knowing it’s them just makes me feel all fuzzy.

I hope you like my take on the idea. 💜🖤

Tattle, Tattle

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: While you've been with the 11th Street Kids for four months now, you still really have no idea who the man behind Vigilante is. That hasn't stopped you from developing a crush on him though. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, no pronouns used in story. Feel free to send in requests and asks. It may take me awhile to get to them, but I will eventually. 💜🖤

CW: Social alcohol use and cussing.

Word Count: 1,472

It was a little after the end of dinner rush when you walked into Fennel Field’s, your stomach fluttering with nerves. This was your first time going to hang out with your coworkers. You all were meeting for dinner here, then would be going to O’Rourke’s for drinks. Normally you wouldn’t be nervous hanging out with coworkers, even the first time you did it, but one in particular had caught your eye, despite the fact you had yet to really know who he is.

Vigilante was still a mystery to you, even now four months after your transfer to the team. While he was known to the others, Vig had specifically requested that Harcourt let him be in charge of revealing his identity when he felt you had earned his trust. Since it was so important to him, and the fact he had thrown a fit about the whole thing when Harcourt was about to introduce him, you promised not to look at his file until after he told you himself. You were all about keeping the peace and this put him at ease.

While you still hadn’t done whatever it was you needed to do to earn his trust, the two of you worked extremely well together. He didn’t get on your nerves like he did everybody else and he always laughed at your bizarre comments when your at work brain mouth barrier would slip.

You might not know much about the man outside of the Vigilante guise, but what little he had told you made you like him. You considered him a work friend you would like you know better and knew if he ever opened up more you two could be real friends.

Maybe even more than friends. Or so you hoped.

It was odd finding yourself attracted to someone you had never seen before. You just knew the vague outline of his face and body from what you could see through the suit. You knew he was solid under the suit from what you’ve felt when he’s had to help you get back to the van after hard missions. And that personality…you always had a thing for the off the wall, sarcastic, flirty types.

While it had seemed like Vigilante was interested in coming along tonight for dinner and drinks, you weren’t sure if he actually would. Knowing your luck, you’d get your hopes up and he’d show up in the Vigilante getup. While you wouldn’t say no to seeing him like that either, you really wanted to get to know the real him. Just in case though, you dressed up a little in one of your casual going out looks that tended to get you a little attention.

Inside the restaurant, the hostess showed you to the table where everyone else was already seated. You took an empty chair across from Chris, who was showing something on his phone to one of the busboys. As you were sitting down, you glanced up at the busboy in time to catch him staring at you. He flushed and looked away from you back to the phone. You weren’t going to lie, the busboy was hot, so you found yourself blushing too. You quickly looked away and scanned the table to see if there was anyone new seated with you all.

You were disappointed when you saw the normal faces you always see.

It must have shown.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” asked Leota. “You look severely let down all of a sudden.”

“I was just hoping Vig would be here,” you said.

They all had noticed your liking of Vigilante at various points and asked you about it. They didn’t really understand why you wouldn’t tell him how you felt, but so far respected your desire to meet the person behind Vigilante first before spilling the beans on you.

But, for some reason, Leota looked shocked that you said that. She looked over in Chris’ direction with wide eyes. You looked at Chris to see he was looking up at the busboy with a wide grin and the busboy was staring at the phone with an intense expression as his face turned red. You assumed they weren’t paying attention.

“And why’s that, Y/N?” asked Chris, dashing your theory of him not paying attention. “Do you miss him or something?”

“I just thought I might get to finally meet the real him,” you said, shrugging. “I was looking forward to it.”

“You know, if you actually told him how you felt,” Harcourt chimed in, sounding bored with the conversation. “It might make him realize how big of an idiot he’s being, and he should just tell you who he is.”

You chuckled. “We’ve been in life-or-death situations together, Harcourt. If that doesn’t make him trust me, then I don’t know what will. I seriously doubt if me saying, ‘hey Vig, I know how crazy this sounds, but I really like you and think your hot despite having never seen you,’ will make a difference at all.”

At that point, the busboy seemed to remember he was at work and scrambled away from the table to the back.

Everyone at the table chuckled and exchanged looks, but they dropped the whole thing, so you did too.

The rest of dinner was uneventful, though you did occasionally get the feeling of being watched. This was usually followed by you catching the busboy who was at your table earlier looking your way while he was working.

After dinner, Chris stayed behind to hang around in the parking lot, saying he was meeting up with someone first, while the rest of you went onto the bar. You didn’t figure Vig was coming out at that point and had already forgotten your earlier disappointment.

Once everyone settled at the bar, you ended up with the two chairs to your right empty. You assumed one was for Chris and the other for whoever he was bringing.

It was a little while before Chris arrived, but you didn’t look away from your conversation with Emilia when you heard someone move the chair next to you to sit. After you finished what you had been saying, you went to raise your drink to your lips.

“Heeeey,” came a voice from next to you that you would know anywhere.

Only it didn’t sound muffled by a mask like it normally did.

You quickly spun towards the voice. Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized you were face to face with the busboy Chris had been talking to at that restaurant.

The only new person at the table you had overlooked and had talked openly about your feelings in front of.

“So, um,” the maskless Vigilante said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Hi.”

You glanced around the table at the others. They all looked varying degrees of smug. They knew just as well as you did that you couldn’t be mad at them since you technically told on yourself. All they did was encourage it.

“Hi,” you said, a smile coming to your face. “What should I call you?”

“Adrian,” he said, finally meeting your gaze.

Adrian had the prettiest dark green eyes you had ever seen. They were the color of that pretty forest moss that grew everywhere here, and they sparkled with life and joy. It was almost odd to see on such a brutal and effective killer like Adrian was, but it also seemed fitting. It matched the personality you had been getting to know.

The man was a walking contradiction, that’s for sure.

You didn’t realize the entire table had gone quiet to watch the two of you until someone spoke.

“Mark this day on the calendar,” Chris said, smirking. “For once, neither Adrian OR Y/N have anything to say.”

The whole table laughed, including you and Adrian, but you never took your eyes off of each other.

“Hey now, Chris,” you quipped back, grinning. “You just screwed up. You just proved you can be a sneaky little shit when you want to be, so you better not blow anymore missions due to not being sneaky.”

“Oooohhh!” came from John and Leota.

“Y/N’s got you there, Chris!” came Leota’s follow up.

“Hey now!” protested Chris.

While Chris went on a tangent about how he sacrificed sneaking ability for raw power when he bulked up, you and Adrian weren’t paying any attention. He had scooched his chair closer to yours and was tracing the back of your hand with one finger.

“So which part finally got you?” you asked, leaning in to ask him in a soft voice. “The ‘I like you’ or the ‘I think you’re hot’?”

“Neither” Adrian said and grinned. “It was the ‘I know how crazy this sounds.’ It did sound crazy as hell, but fuck if I’m complaining.”