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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 · 1 year ago

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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.

🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

#everyone be quiet liz is speaking #so maybe i got a little bit carried away #this answer was honestly not supposed to be this long #but he is just so!!!!!!!#like i need him!!!!!!#i fell down last year and i still haven't picked myself up!!!!#but in the words of dick grayson #i'm okay on the floor #adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker #dc #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader

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ai-luni · 2 years ago

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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.”

#cod #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #david hesh walker #hesh walker x reader #hesh walker #hesh walker x you #thomas merrick #elias walker #logan walker #keegan russ

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pocketramblr · 1 year ago

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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.

#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game #hey maybe here we could see a reaction to the mla book text and some kind of addressing root beliefs leading to mistreatment but anyway-#rip Fuyumi i don't know how she's keeping her cool here (pun unintended)

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mikeyforreal · 2 years ago

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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 !

#adrian chase #peacemaker #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #vigilante #freddie stroma

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mortalprinceoflies · 9 months ago

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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.

#🔥 another day in paradise 🔥 v; main #runyou clever boy #closed starter #Sorry it got longer than I thought it would be lol

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my-maehem · 2 years ago

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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! 🍪

#no because mc being a anti-hero is so good #imma be up all night on wiki how to figure out how to write a masterpiece… brb #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts sebastian #sebastian fanfiction #fanfiction ideas

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bippot · 10 months ago

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Ooo can I please request an Adrian Chase/Vigilante x fem!innocent!reader where she is Peacemaker’s younger sister who’s in her early twenties. She hasn’t seen her brother since she was around 5 years old because her Mom took her far away from the horribleness that is Peacemaker’s Father, not wanting her to grow up around that awful environment that Peacemaker was forced to grow up in. Peacemaker wanted to find his baby sister after he was released, but he got wrapped up in Project Butterfly. The butterflies find out about Peacemaker’s sister and threaten to go after her, but Amanda Waller won’t let him leave to go make sure she’s safe, so he sends Vigilante to go get her before the butterflies can get to her and bring her back to the team so that she’ll be protected from the Butterflies. Vig showing up at her apartment, not even explaining who he is or why he’s there before just picking her up in his arms and throwing her in his car lmao (leave it to Vig not to explain why he’s basically abducting her), she’d be crying and hitting him, trying to get away and he’s just like, “Hey hey hey, I’m just saving your life!!”and attempting to calm her down, she eventually calms down and he (finally lmao) explains that her big brother sent him to keep her safe, because bad people are after her. They have to hide out for a while, so it takes them a few months to even get back to the 11th Street Kids HQ. In that time, the two of them get really close and start a romantic relationship (starting to fall in love), him protecting her along the way any time danger happens. When they get back to where the team is, Peacemaker and Y/n have a sweet reunion, and also he’s pretty angry at Vig when he catches the two of them kissing lol

On The Road

Story Summary -> Peacemaker's mother fled with her unborn child when Chris was a teenager. He'd always wanted to find his family again, but he was too slow. After annoying Waller, he must send his friends out to help save his family, and Adrian finds out that he is more than willing to throw himself into danger to ensure that Peace's sister is unharmed.

Tags -> Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Canon, Rescue Missions, On the Run, Enemies to Lovers, Fights, Car Chases, Car Accidents, Unexpected Visitors, Mild Sexual Content, Alien Invasion, Bad Parenting, Happy Ending, One Big Happy Family, Idiots in Love

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August Smith had pretended to be a nice guy for the first couple of years that Annabelle had been married to him. He'd seemed like a gentleman when they first met. Yes, he held some old fashioned views but so did her father and he was a nice enough man, so Annabelle didn't have any worries about their relationship in the beginning.

It was when Keith was born when his rhetoric began to amp up. Back then Annabelle had chalked her husband's actions up to feeling misplaced because he'd been fired from his job and replaced by someone who was far better suited in that position - who happened to be born with black skin - and needed time to sort out his feelings. But, Chris was born a few years later and he was still spewing vitriol so she came to the realisation that this was who Auggie truly was.

The White Dragon appeared in Evergreen and anyone with a functioning brain cell knew who was behind the mask. There was one guy in town who was gathering a white evangelical cult and going to every protest or social issues discussion to act as abhorrent as they could. And Annabelle was married to that guy. At that point, she had her boys to think about. She wanted to leave her god awful husband in the dust, but didn't want her boys to take up his views and had to go along with what Auggie said or she'd be punished for it.

Keith and Chris were homeschooled for as long as Annabelle could convince Auggie to let her, which didn't take much arguing when she pretended that she was concerned with their boys coming into contact with 'unsavoury folk'. In all honesty, she knew that they deserved to be taught about right and wrong from their parents - Auggie taught them about wrong, so she would teach them about right - but eventually the cult got big enough that there were enough children to create a classroom.

Then, the curriculum was set by Auggie and Annabelle was replaced as the sole teacher by a racist radical. She still tried to guide her sons when they were at home - Keith, maybe due to his age, seemed more receptive to her preaching of kindness than Chris was - and had to make it very clear to her sons they should never repeat her lessons in front of their dad.

As the cult grew, so did the number of Auggie's wives. Annabelle no longer had to deal with whatever he wanted because he'd moved into a separate trailer where he'd be free to do whatever debauchery he pleased without being interrupted by his annoying sons.

When the boys were old enough, both of them preteens, Annabelle had decided to pack all their stuff and drive away with her children. Auggie must've caught wind of this or maybe it was just chance, but the date she'd set for their departure was the day Keith died. After that, all of her hope disappeared and she allowed herself to be trapped in the hellhole her husband had created.

Years passed. Chris became more violent. Auggie was building an army. Annabelle had given up on anything resembling a happy life outside their trailer. It was then that a glimmer of something appeared in her life - saying it was hope that appeared seemed too hopeful at the time - so Annabelle just referred to it as 'something'.

To give her one last shot at making him his heir, Auggie paid attention to Annabelle after ignoring her for so long - he'd been preoccupied with the other women of the cult who were younger and more radical for some time - but now, he was pretending to be the nice gentleman he'd been when they first met. She knew it wasn't true. He was manipulating her to get her pregnant. Yet, Annabelle was so tired and it was nice to live in that fantasy for a few months more, so there was a brief but blissful part of the late 90's in which August Smith didn't abuse his son or wife.

Obviously, once the White Dragon found out that the baby was a girl, he went back to being a piece of shit. Annabelle knew she was on thin ice. And she also knew that Auggie had killed people - so many people - before. She never would've guessed that he'd demand that their baby girl was to be 'discarded' as soon as she was born because he didn't want his followers to think his seed was weak enough to produce a girl and abortions were a sin (any good evangelical can tell you that). The second that came out of his mouth, she knew that this fire under her ass would cause her to flee.

And despite all of her pleading, Chris decided to stay with his father. He was almost 18 at that point, almost a man, and she knew there was no way he was going to be swayed at this point in time. Maybe when he grew up a bit would he finally realise that his father was an abusive, controlling bastard who needed to go to jail for the rest of his days.

14 weeks pregnant and completely alone, Annabelle took what little belongings she had, stole a bag of cash that she knew Auggie left under his bed, and hit the road, never to come back to Evergreen ever again. She changed her name, made her situation known to the police and witness protection services, kept off the Internet, stayed as low profile as possible and tried to give her daughter the life her son's deserved to get too.

Y/N knew all of that. Her mother had been very honest and up front about what the horror she'd escaped when Y/N was old enough, and the entire time, Y/N couldn't help but feel for her brother. He had to deal with that monster all alone and was turned into a weapon because of it. She had vowed that one day she'd meet him and offer a helping hand if he wanted one.

During the whole Butterfly thing, Peacemaker demanded that Economos needed to do him one small, tinsy winsy favour to get back in his good books. Because John had framed Auggie, John now had to discover where Annabelle Smith was as payment. Economos didn't find any paper trail on Annabelle's location, but he did find Y/N. She had school reports, college admission, job applications that all had been saved in a witness protection file that John certainly should not have had access to - obviously witness protection needed to up their security system - under the umbrella name of 'Dragon'.

The file had led him to another that had lots of information about Auggie and Chris that accompanied the two women. It was a simple deduction, but one that John felt really proud about. And just like Economos, the butterflies had people who were collecting data about Peacemaker. Since he'd become their downfall, they'd purposefully taken over a hacker that could get into witness protection just as quickly as John did. They had the same information to make deductions on.

There was a few Glan Tai like institution's around and as The 11th Street Kids made their way through another, Adebayo locked herself in a control room to escape from a horde and - later down the line - a bomb that Vigilante had stole from Peacemaker's belt because he wanted to see the huge jar the aliens kept their nectar in go boom. Whilst killing time, Leota had searched the room and found a file cabinet just under the computer desk that contained information about every member of their team and secrets the Butterflies had found out about them.

Weirdly - or not so weirdly because he rarely takes off his mask - Adrian's file was the shortest. It was a list of his crimes and, though it was a fairly long list, there wasn't a through line that could point to his identity.

Leota's was useless. The big secret they'd attributed to her was who her mother was and, yeah, she'd admitted that on national TV.

Economos had two restraining orders against him. He wasn't allowed to come 100 yards from both Joan Jett and Dolly Parton until they were lifted in 2012 and 2015 respectively.

Inside Harcourts were pictures of a very pretty, dainty young ballet dancer. It took Leota a few minutes to realise that the girl was Harcourt. These weren't damning on their own, but when they were paired with the paper clipping that said, 'The Sun. Ballet Bash - Young Immigrant Taken In For Questioning Over A String of 'Accidental' Deaths' and an article about many suspicious murders that had happened when Emila had been a student at The Royal Ballet School in Covent Gardens, London.

Peacemaker's file was a hefty one. There was so much documentation. About his prison time. About Corto Maltese. About the White Dragon. And the situation around the White Dragon's death. About the cult. About Keith. About what little they could find about Annabelle. About Y/N.

In the depths of her search, Adebayo didn't hear when the remaining butterflies were shot and Vigilante yelled on the other side of the door for her to come out. She had noticed that whoever had been on the computer last hadn't logged out and was getting video updates about where the girl from Peacemaker's file was. As clear as day, whoever this girl was, she was walking around a grocery store without a single clue that she was being watched by a bunch of aliens.

Another one of Peacemaker's bombs was detonated to blast through the control room door. Peace and Vigilante entered, guns drawn, and were prepared to save Adebayo from an alien weirdo. "Dude! You're not dying?" Vigilante called out after taking in the scene in front of him.

She ignored him and chose to ask, "Chris, who is this?" as she gestured to grocery shop girl. Both heroes rushed to catch a glimpse of what the hell Adebayo was pointing to.

"That's my sister." Chris held his finger up to his ear and clicked on the comms to declare, "Harcourt, tell Waller that I need a team to put my remaining family back in witness protection."

Waller wasn't one to be ordered around so was it any surprise that she declined the request for Y/N and Annabelle L/N to be found and placed in a safe house until further notice? And she forbade Peacemaker from making contact with his family to warn them in any way. The 11th Street Kids were ordered to do another sweep of the facility and head back to HQ as quickly as they could.

"Why are you freaking out?" Adrian questioned, bewildered that Peacemaker hadn't come to the same conclusion he had.

"I swear your head is filled with dogshit rather than actual functioning brain goo sometimes, asshole," Chris sighed, slumping against the van seats.

He'd always intended to make contact with his mother again. Chris had no idea whether she'd want that but it was worth a shot, right? Once Economos dug up the fact that he had a sister, Chris had promised himself that as soon as the butterflies were dealt with, he'd reintroduce himself to them. It seems that life has a way of messing with your plans.

"That's rude but I know you're going through some mental shit right now so I'm going pretend that you said something really complimentary to me, and for that, I thank you."

"Can you shut up for five fucking minutes? I need to think and your annoying bitchass voice is interrupting that!" Peacemaker stressed and let his head fall to his hands, his thumbs rubbing far too aggressive circles on his temples.

"Woah, all I was going to say was that Waller said you weren't allowed to go."

"Yeah, no shit, dumbass."

Adrian pulled off his visor and nudged his elbow into the meat of Chris' bicep, suggesting that, "She didn't say I couldn't go. Or Harcourt couldn't. Adebayo will probably get loads of shit from her mom if she did so she's out too. Economos is a pussy."

For once, the idiot had a good idea. "I get your sister. Harcourt gets your mummy. Badda bing, badda boom. You get what you want without disobeying Waller," he explained as if it should've been the first thing on everyone's minds. He looked at Chris expectantly with a smug expression plastered across his face.

Everyone was astonished. They were speechless until Harcourt confirmed from the passenger's seat, "That actually works."

"I'm a genius, yeah," Adrian preened, leaning back against the cool metal side of the van, only to jump away and complain, "Wow, that's really cold against the back of your head! It's not comfy at all!"

It was settled. Vigilante had come up with a plan and they were going to execute it. They'd get to HQ. Adebayo and Peacemaker would stay back and feed other Vigilante and Harcourt updates on the L/N's position so they could have plausible deniability if Waller looked into it as Economos set up the safe houses.

Darkness had arrived by the time everything was ready to go. Harcourt was very polite when she knocked on Peacemaker's mother's door at an ungodly hour and she explained the situation to Annabelle so swiftly that left her house without much fuss. Vigilante went down another route.

In the dead of night, he decided that the best course of action was to smash one of her windows in and climb through there. He stalked through her house in silence but took a misstep and caused the floorboard under his foot to squeak and reveal his position.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

A baseball bat came swinging around a corner and, if he didn't have such good reflexes, would've hit him in the head. He dodged it expertly and dropped his shoulder closer to the ground so he could rugby tackle her into the next room, which happened to be a bedroom. His shoulder connected with her collarbone, the momentum of the push sending them both plummeting onto her mattress with a bouncy thump.

"Sh...Shh...Don't yell at me!" He whined quietly as he tried to calm her down. It didn't work. She tried to wiggle her arm free from under him and take another swing, but he caught her by the wrist and disarmed her. "You're being so no cool right now."

"Get off me, you rapey motherfucker!"

He eased off her because, duh, he was a random man in a mask who'd broken into her house and tackled her onto a bed. He didn't think of the implications of that when he'd done it. "Oh shit, my bad."

"What are you doing in my house?" she demanded, pushing him off her and sitting herself up. Obviously, she didn't trust him one bit and had clocked where he'd thrown her bat and four other things in her room that could be used as impromptu weapons if need be.

"Hi, my name is Vigilante - no, that's not my real name."

"Yeah, no shit."

"Sorry about the, y'know, breaking and entering thing. I know a guy who can fix that window for you in no time. I'll give you his number when we're done with this whole thingamajig," he said so casually it made her even more suspicious.

She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a look that screamed, 'what the fuck are you talking about?' so he felt the need to do more explaining. "You're being watched, by the way. Just so you know. I saw on the cameras that you bought a bunch of pads and tampons at the store today so I know what's going on down there, don't you worry. I'll be gentle," he admitted and even winked at her in an attempt to assure her that everything would be okay. It didn't. Y/N was fully convinced that he was a creep about to kidnap her for nefarious purposes.

Just as she lunged for her alarm clock to smash over his head, he caught her by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder. No matter how much she punched and kicked him, he continued to march straight out the door and towards the Vigilante-mobile parked outside the house. None of her neighbours made any indication that they were aware something was going on, despite the fact a woman in pj's and fluffy socks was possibly being abducted right outside their windows.

"Put me down! Put me the fuck down!"

"Please stop making a scene! I'm trying to save your life and you're making that super difficult right now!"

Completely unfazed, he walked past the vehicle like nothing was happening, opened the back seat door and tossed Y/N inside before getting in the driver's seat. He turned to face her to warn, "You really should put your seatbelt on," and drove off to the coordinates John sent.

"Who is Economos?" she asked when John's caller ID popped up on Vigilante's phone in the car stand thingamabob. Vigilante pressed to answer the call and soon found out that it was a video call, the faces of Chris and Leota appearing on the screen.

"Is Y/N secure?" Chris greeted, his voice racked with worry.

"Yeah, she almost bludgeoned me with a baseball and kicked the shit out of me, but yeah. She's safe, I guess," Vigilante said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing. In the moment, he'd done a great job at pretending that her attacks hadn't hurt. They had. He'd definitely be littered in bruises tomorrow.

"Chris?" Y/N leant forward and got in between the gap in the front seats, her head emerging into view. "Hi, um, why did this masked guy just kidnap me?"

There was a brief moment where Chris just stared at the video call, his brain unable to process the fact his sister had just spoken to him for the first time in his entire life. Leota nudged him with her elbow, mouthing at him with wide eyes, obviously asking him if he was okay. "Hi?" Y/N repeated, waving at him and looking confused. "Can you guys hear me? Hello?"

"Hi sis," he managed to reply after a moment.

The smile tugging at the corners of his mouth made it apparent that despite everything, her brother must trust Vigilante enough that he knew she wasn't in any danger. Then, he realised that she was under the impression that she was being kidnapped and that smile faltered. Vig did say she tried to get away from him.

"Adrian, what the fuck did you do?"

"Dude, you know not to use my real name!"

"How did you approach Y/N's retrieval?" Adebayo cut in, preparing herself to calm Peacemaker down when he heard what Vigilante had done. She didn't know exactly - well, she had a guess - but she knew they hadn't had a quiet and peaceful introduction.

Y/N answered for Vigilante. "He smashed one of my windows in and I thought he was an intruder ready to assault me."

"Vij! I'm going to punch you in the dick when I see you next!"

"Hey, hey," Adrian interjected, "What did I do wrong?!"

"Speaking as a woman, that sounds really scary. I'm sorry he put you through that, Y/N," Leota apologised. "He means well but tends to not think things through. I doubt he intended it to happen in the way that it did. Still, Vig, you should really apologise."

Sheepishly, Vigilante rubbed the back of his neck. "Erm, yeah, sure, sorry. Sorry about that. I didn't mean to... That was an accident. Not intentional, I swear to God. I thought you'd be asleep and I'd carry you to my car without any fuss and, yeah, saying it loud makes me realise how fucked up it sounds," he thought out loud, his focus flitting between the road and what her reaction was.

When all she did was stare at him, unimpressed, he felt the need to continue speaking. He began to ramble, "I imagined it like falling asleep on the couch when you were a kid and then waking up in your bed because your dad carried you there, and like, you're not mad because there's this brief window of time where you thought you had teleportation powers. Who doesn't want superpowers? I know I do, man, but..."

His rant trailed off and a small silence fell between them as he struggled to find the words to express himself adequately. The only thing he could think of doing was repeating, "I really am sorry" again. This seemed to ease some of her worries. She crawled into the passenger's seat and crossed her legs underneath her in an attempt to get somewhat comfortable.

"Why is this happening?" she wondered aloud, grabbing the phone so she was in frame. Vigilante looked across at her as she reached across the console, his gaze lingering slightly longer than strictly necessary on the expanse of bare thighs that were visible thanks to her sleep shorts riding up. He coughed and averted his eyes, focusing instead on the street signs as the city lights flashed in front of them.

"Some alien assholes are trying to get revenge on me but they can't get to me, so the next best thing is to get to you and mom," Peacemaker responded bluntly, yet as the subject of Annabelle came up, his voice got quieter and a little smaller as he added, "How is mom? Well, I got Harcourt to bring her to a safe house so I know she's physically okay, but how is she, like, doing doing? Generally? I haven't had the chance to speak to her yet."

Not having the chance wasn't exactly right. He did have a window of opportunity to video call with Harcourt and his mother but had been nervously freaking out at the time. It had been years since he'd talked to his mom, and he was scared she'd be disappointed with who he'd become. Y/N had never known him when he was a nice, naive kid so she had no idea how unsatisfactory he'd grown to be.

"Mama's doing great actually. She got her doctorate in child psychology last month and she's been working on some new programs for the kids she helps out at the community centre and stuff. Our mommy is a doctor," Y/N told him, pride evident in her voice as she spoke about her mother.

Times had changed, it seemed, and Chris felt a pang in his chest that he hadn't witnessed Annabelle in all her doctoral glory. He didn't know her while she was the best version of herself, but he would eventually.

"Yeah, that's cool."

Their signal got all wobbly as they got further away from the city, the trees thickening as their surroundings grew increasingly wilder and more remote. "We're breaking up, Peace. I'll message you when we get to the house," Vigilante announced before hanging up abruptly, not bothering to ask for permission. He glanced at Y/N. "Me and Peacemaker are BFF's, by the way. I mean, yeah, sure if you ask him he'd definitely say that Eagly is his ultimate best friend - twin flame kinda shit - but I'm his human BFF who saved his ass a bunch of times."

Letting out a sigh, Y/N let out a hum as a response - because, honestly, that's all she had to give - and shifted in her seat to try and get comfortable. She tested out a few positions and found that taking off her cardigan to roll up as a pillow, demanding that Vigilante turn up the heating so she'd be toasty (he was absolutely sweating in his suit and mask but thought he better get on her good side), and resting against the door window with her legs bent at the knee resting on the cushion was the best option. Her foot occasionally dangled near enough the gearstick that Adrian had to swat at them every once in a while so he could change gear.

"Stop touching my feet, creep."

"Stop getting in the way then, weirdo."

A smile crept onto Adrian's face as she stretched to kick him in the thigh. He caught her ankle in his hand and held it there, unconsciously caressing her skin in slow back and forth motions with his thumb, causing her lips to quirk up ever so slightly. When he was sure she was comfortable with him touching her, he pulled her foot into his lap then reached to the same with the other.

"We've still an hour and a half to drive, get some shut eye. I promise I won't shatter any windows and wake you if you promise that you wont try to batter me with the headrest as I drive. Deal?"

Y/N nodded her agreement and settled down to sleep. In her head, Y/N thought over exactly what had happened to her in the past few hours as she drifted off. It was a lot to make sense of and even if she somehow figured out how to wrap her brain around the fact she'd been kidnapped by her brother's BFF on his orders because aliens that look like little beautiful bugs were trying to hunt her down, she would've been more vigilant, but strangely, she felt comfortable enough in her kidnapper's presence to kick her feet up and turn her consciousness off.

There might be a lot more to understand in the future but for now she was too tired to care.

Looking at her, you wouldn't be able to figure out that Y/N and Peacemaker were siblings just by their faces. They didn't look anything alike. Adrian thought that his buddy was a good looking dude, but he wasn't on Y/N's level of beauty. As she slept, Adrian had to refrain from staring at her so he'd focus on driving to, y'know, not make them into roadkill but it was like tearing your eyes away from a Van Gogh painting or a Greek statue made out of the most perfect marble ever created.

Although, she snored so loudly that he had to turn the radio up just a smidge so he would actually be able to hear the songs that were playing in the background.

They were almost at the safe house when whoever was behind them drove straight into the back of the Vigilante-mobile, which perked Y/N up in an instant and made Adrian yell so many profanities. "What the fuck is going on?!" Y/N snapped awake, any grogginess that she might have felt directly after waking was pushed aside by her sheer panic.

"They found us!" Vigilante said, his voice tight and tense as he fought to hold the car steady, "There's a gun in the glove compartment, do you know how to shoot?"

The car sped up to come up right beside the side of the Vigilante-mobile and veered to smash right into it, breaking the window in one bang. "My mother escaped a redneck cult headed by a super villain, so yeah, I know how to shoot," she quipped, opening the glove box to retrieve the gun. She clicked the safety off, aimed the gun towards the vehicle's tyres when squeezed the trigger with no trouble.

"Shoot the people! Shoot the fucking people, not the car! Shoot the fucking people!" screamed Vigilante frantically, his voice growing louder and higher with each word.

"I don't want to kill anyone!" she yelled, shooting another bullet into the back tyre. "Oh my god! Oh my god, I'm gonna die. We're gonna die. Holy sh-"

"Give me the gun, Y/N!"

Vigilante snatched the gun out of her hands roughly and fired at the driver without hesitation or mercy. The driver was killed instantly, causing its head to slump against the wheel and press his forehead against the horn. The butterfly in the passenger's seat made a move to grab the steering wheel, but Vigilante took another shot and put them down quickly.

With the car now unmanned, it continued on its path to collide with the Vigilante-mobile, swerved it off the road entirely and pushed it onto its side. The moment it came to a halt, Adrian was urging her out of the broken windscreen - yeah, he accidentally put his whole palm on her ass to push her in the right direction - and scrambled after her to escape the crash zone.

"Oh shit, my car!" Vigilante whined as he saw his precious Sebring destroyed beyond recognition in a matter of seconds, his heart racing and feeling extremely uneasy. "Fuck! RIP the Vigilante-mobile, you were the fucking best. I fingered Tracey from the Starbucks opposite the cinema twice in there!"

"Do cars blow up? Or is that just a movie thing?"

"Fuck, I don't know. We better run just in case. Shit shit shit!"

He picked Y/N up like he'd done previously that night, but unlike last time, she went willingly and didn't kick him at all this time. He started running as fast as they possibly could away from the scene of the ambush. Once he was a distance he believed was adequate away, he gently set Y/N down.

"You okay?" Vigilante asked worriedly.

She sighed and glanced down at herself. Some of the broken glass had cut parts of her skin that was showing, so anything under the sleeve of her t-shirt and below the hem of her shorts was littered with nicks of varying severities and sizes.

"I think this looks worse than it actually is," she suggested, holding her arms up to show the cuts on her forearms and making Adrian wince sympathetically. He tenderly placed his fingers on her elbow and turned her arm so he could examine them further.

"They hurt."

"Yeah."

"Okay, shit... lemme think for a minute."

Adrian rubbed his temple as he pondered over his options. He knew there was a first aid kit in the safe house, but where was it? He'd never been great with orienteering and getting places without Google maps, and he'd left his phone in the Vigilante-mobile. So, he could either lead Y/N through a forest even though he had literally no idea what direction to go in, or risk climbing back into the possible exploding car to have a guide.

"I'll be right back," he warned Y/N before he started heading back in the direction from which they came.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She followed after him, her gaze shifting nervously around the area as if she expected to be ambushed again any second.

"Gonna find my phone. It shouldn't take more than two minutes."

Like an idiot, he climbed back into the car to retrieve his phone, the gun, and the packet of Jolly Ranchers he usually kept in the cup holder but had flown to the dash when the car turned onto its side. He also wrestled with the boot in an effort to get it open because there was extra clothes and snacks stashed inside a gym bag in there, and eventually yanked it open out of pure brute force.

Once he got the goods, he was hurrying back to Y/N. "Do you want a Jolly Rancher?" he offered casually, brandishing the packet in front of him. The packet was squished in between them as she trapped him in a hug.

"What's going on here?" Adrian wondered as he peered down at her curiously. "Are you at the cryie, emotional stage of your period?"

"I'm not on my period. Women tend to buy sanitary products before their periods start. That is, unless they've still got some or forgot and left it too late so that's the instance when they buy them during."

"Ah," Adrian said, nodding in understanding although he didn't really understand. She hadn't explained why she was hugging him, but it still was nice of her to do so and gave him some kind of comfort after he'd risked his life for a mobile phone.

Oh! She thought the car was going to explode and that he was going to die in a big fiery bang while she stood helplessly by as her mind raced in circles, wondering if she was going to have to fend for herself.

"I'm okay," he reassured, patting her hair softly and a little awkwardly. This kind of concern was new to him, giving and receiving. His hand lingered near the back of her head as he stroked her locks in what he hoped was a soothing manner since he certainly noticed that she leaned forward until her head laid against his chest piece and was taking deep breaths to calm her nerves and relax herself in his embrace.

He didn't know whether to feel happy or scared that someone cared enough about him to worry about his well-being, so he settled for a mixture of both. "We should start walking to the cabin," he suggested quietly and cleared his throat as he pulled away to get enough space to rifle through the bag to pull out some warmer clothes for her to wear.

"It's getting cold and your clothes have shards of glass and blood on them and your shirt is a little ripped, so yeah, you should put these on. I'll, uh, I'll give you some space to do that." He walked backwards, putting a few steps between them as he turned away shyly. "Just tell me when you're all done."

If somebody had told her that she would be changing out of her bloodstained pj's and practically getting naked on the side of a remote road in the early hours of the morning, she would've laughed at them and gone on her merry way to buy tampons in preparation for next week when Aunty Flow arrived with an achy fury.

"Does that bag have any shoes in there?" she questioned once she was dressed and tapped him on the shoulder, signalling him to turn around.

"Uh, no. I guess not." They both diverted their gaze to her dirty fluffy socks and realised they'd be less than adequate when trekking through a patch of thorny forest and mud. "I could give you a piggyback?"

"You really jump at any opportunity you're given to carry me, huh?" she teased playfully. "I'll take it, thank you."

So, with Y/N on his back like Yoda on Luke, the pair delved deeper into the forest and followed the inconsistent Google maps directions until they finally reached the safe house. They made it to the front door to find it open and a police officer already standing outside, inspecting the scene.

"Is everything alright?" the man inquired, looking up at Adrian from underneath his brows.

Vigilante let Y/N's feet drop to the floor and pointed his gun at the officer. Why was he here? Why was he the only one here? This was supposed to be a top secret location, so why somebody here? Economos was the only other person who knew. Was this officer at the wrong place at the wrong time? Or had they been compromised? Shit, they'd been compromised. How else would the butterflies have known on what road their car was on?

The cop was dead before he reached for his gun. Adrian pulled the trigger, and he heard the satisfying click as it hit its mark, killing the butterfly instantly. The sound seemed to echo in the forest for a brief moment before stopping, leaving nothing behind but the dead body of the officer - which wasn't a great look, but hey, the pig had an alien in his head - lying lifeless on the ground.

Kicking the body out the way, he pulled her through the threshold. "We don't have much time. There should be a landline in here, I'll call. You find the first aid kit," he ordered. Y/N nodded and ran off towards the bathroom as she assumed that was where it would be while Adrian found the landline to make the call.

"Economos? Hello... hello! Are you there? Hello?!" Adrian squawked into the receiver, panicking when the call wasn't picked up. "Come on, dye beard! Come on, man, pick up the fucking phone!"

"I thought I told you guys to stop calling me that," John complained on the other line. "What's taken you guys so long?"

"We were hit off the road and our cabin had a butterfly waiting outside it."

John swore under his breath and could be heard calling for Harcourt to figure out what to do next but she wasn't there. She was at Annabelle's safe house - which actually was safe and there hadn't been any problems on their end at all - and would have to be called to get her opinion.

Peacemaker, who'd been asleep because he fully believed his family had been safe when he lay down on the couch, was startled awake at the sudden yelling and rushed to his feet to investigate the commotion. "What's going on?" he asked, rubbing at his eye with the back of his hand.

"Dude, Economos's safe house wasn't fucking safe at all!" Vigilante whined to his best buddy.

"Is my sister okay?"

"She's got some minor cuts and scrapes, but she's fine," Vigilante assured him before glancing over to see that Y/N had come out of the bathroom with a bright red suitcase that had a cross stitched in the corner in her hand. "We've got a bandages and stuff but our main problem right now is that the butterflies know where we are, so we need to get the fuck out of here. Any ideas, gang?"

Adebayo spoke up, "What about your car?"

"Totalled."

Some rustling outside caught their attention and Adrian was handing the receiver over to Y/N so he could go to check that out, taking his sword from his sheath as he walked. "Hi, Vigilante has gone to - I don't know - do something incredibly reckless, so hi, it's me talking to you now," Y/N greeted the others on the other line, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot whilst keeping one eye on the window as she listened carefully.

"Yeah, he does that often," a male voice said. She knew it wasn't her brother's cause she knew what he and Adebayo sounded like thanks to their previous call, so this must be the one Vigilante named Economos. "You two have limited options, okay? We can't ask for backup or any additional means of transportation, but there should be a wad of cash in the jewellery box in the bedroom."

Y/N went to find that immediately and opened the top drawer of the jewellery box, finding the money neatly tucked inside it. It was only at that point she noticed that this safe house only had one bedroom - which kinda made sense as it's supposed to be small and inconspicuous - but she was a little conflicted about the fact she wouldn't get a 'there's only one bed, we'll have to share' romance cliche was the masked idiot.

"Okay, got it. What now?"

"There's a gas station about four miles down the road. Gather what you need. Pay in cash. Steal a car if it's possible. If it's not, there's a junkyard another two miles east of there that will probably have a working rust bucket or -"

Two shots rang out and thudded into the front door, interrupting Economos and causing Y/N to flinch involuntarily. Five seconds after that the phone line cut off and Vigilante was running in, yelling, "We've got to go now!" He grabbed her hand and began yanking her away from the cabin.

One more body was sprawled by the door - though this one had obviously been decapitated rather than shot that time - and another would hit the deck as the pair went to go around the side of the cabin and come across another butterfly. Once again, Vigilante was quick to draw his gun and shot at it, shooting the damn thing dead and sending it tumbling into the bushes nearby while Y/N watched, dumbfounded.

"You're really good at this!" she exclaimed when the last of the visible bugs were killed. He shrugged (his brain was going fucking wild and he was trying not to show it) and held his free hand out to help her step over part of a fallen tree.

It took them the rest of the morning to find the petrol station and, despite the fact he kept offering, Y/N declined when he offered to carry her. They had a lot of walking to do. It would slow him down, and therefore them down, if she was lazy and continued to be carried around like some damsel in distress - which, yeah, she technically was. She would have to deal with soggy socks that had so many rips and holes in them that she may as well have taken them off to venture into the forest barefoot.

As soon as they reached the gas station, they were both beelining for the bathroom, but since he hadn't surveyed the place yet, when Y/N went to close the door behind her, Adrian was barging his way in. "Hey!" she said far too loudly, so Vigilante pushed her further into the loo with his hand over her mouth.

"Quiet!" he whispered harshly. "There are other people here that can hear you."

"I'm not the one being suspicious! You just shoved a woman into a bathroom dressed in hockey pads and a ski mask, dumbass!" she hissed, yanking his wrist away from her face so she could speak properly.

His eyes widened comically for a second. "Yeah, it would probably make it harder for the butterflies to spot us if I wasn't in uniform," he mumbled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck as he looked up at the ceiling. There was another set of clothes in the bag that he could use. "I'll clean your wounds and then I'll get changed, sound good?"

She made a face. What he said did sound good, but Y/N had some other things to take care of first. "I came in here because I need to pee."

"Okay, then pee." He turned away as he started to unzip the bag to pretend he was really thinking through his clothes choice - there was only one set of joggers and a black shirt, exactly the same as she'd gotten - and not watch her as she peed. He laughed to himself, "Go piss, girl."

Sat on the loo, Y/N reached out to swipe her hand under the automatic drier so the room wouldn't be filled with the sound of her pissing. Hey, everyone's gotta do it, but it's still awkward if that's the only sound bouncing off a gas station bathroom when you're stuck in there with a guy you met earlier that night. It wasn't her fault that his male anatomy meant that he was more than happy to take a break whilst they were in the woods to piss against a tree.

If she knew that hiking was on her agenda that night, she may have invested in a She-Wee.

"I'm, uh, I'm done," she squeaked once her bladder was dealt with. Her face scrunched slightly, but the embarrassment faded when she looked up to see the back of his head. The actual back of his head, showing off the hair that he'd been meaning to get cut because it was getting long enough that it was starting to curl again, and then he turned around slowly and she felt her heart rate spike.

They were staring straight into each other's eyes without any red pane in the way, neither backing down nor looking away, and Y/N couldn't help the smile that spread onto her lips as his lips parted and let out an involuntary breathy laugh.

"Um, hey."

"Hi." His voice seemed to crack, just a bit, and he cleared his throat before he tried again. "Hello."

"Hi," Y/N repeated quietly.

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and for a second she wondered if maybe she was dreaming - a really weird and violent dream - because this guy was so fucking cute. And hot. Like, super hot. Not just hot, but dorky hot too, with his adorable messy hair, and big, green eyes, the kind of jawline that could cut glass, and those lips.

"What's your name?"

"Adrian."

"Nice to finally meet you, Adrian."

In an instant, his face lit up as he heard his name come out of her mouth and he grinned from ear to ear, looking so relieved that his shoulders dropped down a bit, and the tenseness he'd been feeling about her seeing his face had been building up dissipated.

"I should, uh, y'know, start on your..." He trailed off but gestured to her wounds so she knew what he was trying to say.

"I think the ones on my arms are okay. There's a few on - on my - on my thighs that are, yeah, they're painful," she started, biting her lip before smiling softly, almost shyly.

"Can I see them?" She nodded but stayed perfectly still. "You'll have to... and I don't want you to get the wrong idea here; you're really pretty and, yes, if we were in a totally normal situation and I told you to take your sweatpants off, it would definitely be because I want to eat your pussy, but we're not in a sexy situation so it's for a complete different reason... and that reason is that you'll have to pull your sweatpants down so I can give you medical aid."

Without his mask on, Adrian lost whatever filter he may have had as he stared at her, his eyes wide, his breathing shallow, and it was obvious he couldn't believe that he was saying the words that were coming out of his mouth. He didn't want to offend her - god knows he doesn't want to offend anyone really - but the way she was looking at him like he was some kind of prince that had saved her from distress really made him nervous. He wasn't a prince, he knew that. He was a trigger happy imbecile with no immediate family and no prospects in life.

"Is... is that... is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's okay."

Y/N pulled down her sweatpants slowly, her face growing warmer with every inch of exposed skin exposed to the light, and as she sat herself down on the toilet lid, she braced herself for the moment the hot superhero dude put his hands all over her. He knelt between her knees and ran his fingers gently across the worst injuries first, his face screwing up in concentration. He paused momentarily to look at her thighs before moving on, making sure that her cuts hadn't got infected during their journey out here. Luckily, they hadn't.

Adrian was so gentle with her. It took her all her will not to cry because, fuck, it hurt like hell when he pressed a little too hard or moved a certain way, but she couldn't help it as tears pricked at her eyes, blurring her vision as he worked. When it became apparent to him that she was crying silently, he stopped altogether.

"Hey... hey, I know it feels so bad but you're fucking killing it. You're doing so good." He brushed the back of his hand along her cheek to wipe away some stray tears, leaning towards her and brushing a strand of hair out of her face that had fallen forward to cover one eye. "Just a few more for me, yeah? It'll be over so soon now."

Sniffing, Y/N nodded, hastily wiped at her eye and dealt with it. It was difficult not to squirm underneath his touch, but she managed it. When he was satisfied and gave her a thumbs up that everything was bandaged and cared for, Y/N thanked Adrian by giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek, which earned her an even bigger grin.

Then, it was her turn to look away as he got changed and she resisted the temptation to take a quick glance. That would be rude. He didn't take a peek when she got changed... Did he? She spent her time transferring the first aid kit into the gym bag so they wouldn't have to 1) have two bags, and 2) answer unnecessary questions about why they were carrying a bulletproof suitcase filled with bandages.

Obviously, it's not immediately suspicious to carry around a first aid kit, but it comes with the assumption that they had medical knowledge - neither of them had did - and that ensured that people could ask them questions that they'd have no idea how to answer.

They managed to leave the bathroom at the exact right time to see a drunk driver barrel into the gas station, park up and leave the ignition on as he went inside to buy a four pack of beer, slamming the door shut and giving them a perfect opportunity to steal his pick up.

"We're actually doing a good thing," Adrian reasoned as he drove away. "That asshole was drunk as a fucking skunk and it's, what, 8 am. He could've got in a serious accident and killed an innocent family of Mexicans on their school run."

"Is the fact that they're Mexican relevant in any way?"

"No, I don't know why I added that detail," he shrugged.

He kept checking the rear view mirror every now and again to make sure they weren't being followed as they got back on the road and headed towards the nearest populated area, where they could hopefully find a cheap motel to rent a night or two.

"Do you wanna switch? You've been awake all night. I can drive if you want a rest," Y/N offered, knowing full well how tired he must be after a long, strenuous night of car crashes, gun fights, fireman carrying her, and hiking through nature. Y/N had only done two of those and was feeling the exhaustion.

"Nah. I'm good." He flashed her another bright smile and patted her leg in reassurance. "Thank you, though."

Eventually, they came across a grimy and Bates Motel looking place and, although Y/N wanted nothing more than to sleep, she decided it was best that they check if there's a peephole in the shower. They'd find out that there wasn't one, thankfully.

It was just as dingy inside as it had been outside with its faded yellow paintwork, stained carpet and cheap looking furniture that were probably older than their entire lives combined. The whole motel had a creepy vibe but it was cheap and the receptionist didn't bat an eye when they didn't sign the motel ledger when they checked in. It seemed that they had to swap out comfort for their anonymity.

"One bed," he pointed out as they opened the door and stepped inside.

Ah, her 'there's only one bed, we'll have to share' romance cliche was back in full swing! Y/N smiled, shook her head, and placed a do not disturb sign on the handle before heading in behind him and setting the bag down next to the mini fridge. They stood idly at the foot of the bed for a while, not exactly sure where to go from there. They'd managed to survive long enough to earn a rest and, now it had arrived, neither of them knew what to do with themselves.

"Do you want to use the shower first?" Y/N suggested after about three minutes of silence.

"Sure."

"Shall I order takeout? I saw some menus downstairs that I could grab to see if they do lunch deliveries. Or something."

"On your own?"

It wasn't supposed to sound so patronising but it did, which made him cringe. He meant it as a 'remember aliens that look like ordinary people are after you so going out in public probably isn't the best' but his tone was far too condescending. He looked away, ashamed, and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Shit, he didn't mean to sound that shitty.

"Fine! I'll sit down and - I dunno - read the fucking bible while you show off how competent you are! Wow, Adrian, do you want me to put in a good word for you with my brother? Maybe then he'll actually like you over his weird ass bird!" She stormed towards him and grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him towards her until they were eye to eye, staring each other straight in the eye. "Don't treat me like I'm a fucking child."

The look in her eyes was terrifying - he could tell exactly who her father was at that moment - and he couldn't help but feel intimidated. Adrian had a gun in the back of his trousers and she was completely unarmed, why did he feel so threatened? She was smaller, weaker, more defenceless than he was, and yet there she stood, staring him dead in the eye without blinking, with a look in her eyes that told him he better apologise.

But, he didn't. Words wouldn't form. His brain was running wild and somehow devoid of any coherent thoughts, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, then his focus flitted down to her lips, just for a moment, and then back up again.

"Look, do whatever you want. Shower/don't shower, I don't give a shit. I'm hungry so I'm going to find some way to acquire food and if I get murdered by a bunch of bugs, well, at least you don't have to play babysitter anymore," she said before turning on her heel and attempting to storm out. She didn't get far however; Adrian reached out and grabbed her arm to pull her against him roughly, grabbing hold of her waist, holding her firmly against his body.

For a split second, she froze up, surprised by his sudden display of strength, then attacked him with a kiss that sent both of them tumbling backwards onto the wall. Adrian's back hit an awful picture of Elvis onto the floor as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, lifted her, and pinned her to the exact spot where Mr Presley had been hanging.

"You're so annoying," she snarled as his mouth moved along her neck and sucked on a particularly sensitive part of skin, causing her to gasp sharply and arch her back. Her hand automatically curled up against the back of his head, gripping onto his hair.

"You're a spoiled brat," he countered with a growl as he threw his glasses off and dragged his nose down her collarbone until it was firmly in her cleavage, inhaling deeply as he let a soft sigh escape him. It was intoxicating; she had gotten under his skin, taken control of his heart and made it pound erratically in his chest. If she asked, he would do anything she asked of him without hesitation. Anything.

It took a lot out of him to fight the desire, to keep his emotions in check because he knew it wasn't going to go down well with his BFF, but Adrian couldn't help himself. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in the warmth of her body. All he wanted was for the both of them to forget everything else, for them to live in this moment forever, with her clinging on to him desperately like her life depended on it and his hands travelling everywhere they wanted to.

There was no time for restraint anymore. There was only lust. A primal urge to taste and touch her, taste her and touch her in ways that left her breathless, touched her like it was forbidden, like it would destroy his sanity if it wasn't allowed to.

In 3 big steps, he carried her to the bed and laid her down. Their lips reconnected, their tongues tangling together hungrily, desperate sounds escaping as Y/N yanked Adrian down on top of her and pulled at his clothes to get rid of them as fast as possible. She mumbled, "Take everything off," into his mouth and he did just that.

Adrian stripped down to his boxers as quickly as he could, then did the same for her - although his touch was a lot less frantic and heavy-handed so he didn't press down into her injuries - and just stared at her chest, drinking in the sight of her naked body underneath him.

His attention was so consuming that it caught her off guard. The intensity of his stare was overwhelming and she had no idea how to react to such intense scrutiny. "Stop acting like such a virgin," she complained (half-heartedly) as she propped herself up on her elbows. Despite her words, he could tell she was enjoying his gaze immensely.

"Geez, you really need me that bad, huh? We only met yesterday and you're already so impatient," Adrian teased against the shell of her ear. He nibbled on her ear lobe gently before moving his lips behind her ear directly on her mastoid bone and perching his butt down on her thighs. She rolled her eyes, her cheeks burning, and she averted her gaze bashfully.

And when he added a cocky, "Either you really like me or you're desperate. Maybe it's both," she was tempted to smack the grin off his face, but she refrained from doing so because it was hot. So damn hot. Y/N bit down on her lip to stop herself from insulting him further.

Any and all of her sharp tonguedness vanished as the tips of fingers mapped the contours of her chest, caressing and teasing and leaving goosebumps wherever they went. "What's got you all quiet? Don't tell me you've turned shy, Y/N."

"You're so hot, oh my god," she breathed, saying exactly what was on her mind.

All of his life, Adrian never considered himself to be hot. He'd been a butt baby for most of his existence and had only noticed an increase of romantic interest in him in the past couple of years. Thanks to Vigilante, he knew he was more muscular and well built than he had been but he was still the same big ol' nerd who'd spent his formative years getting picked on and berated for being weak and small and lacking confidence.

One of the hottest people he'd ever seen considered him to be hot? Well, that surely meant that he was hot. It was a fact. And did he need an ego boost l? To those who didn't really know him, absolutely not. To anyone that made the decision to see past the bumbling asshole facade, they knew he needed it desperately.

"Why don't you show me how much you like me? Huh, babe?"

Peacemaker wouldn't be happy that Vigilante banged his sister but, hey, Peacemaker wasn't there. And he certainly didn't need to know that halfway through, the hotel cleaner clearly missed the do not disturb sign and walked right in to find a guy she didn't know with a girl she didn't know on his lap. Judging by her face and the monotone way she said, "I'll come back later," she'd definitely been through that situation so many times before.

They let out a bunch of giggles as the door shut behind the maid, both laughing away the awkward tension of the unexpected voyeuristic incident. Y/N let her sweaty forehead fall to his temple and let out a snort that sent them tumbling into another batch of giggles. It took a few minutes of catching their breaths until Adrian spoke up, his voice laced with amusement.

"I like your laugh. It's very cute."

"Shut up," she retorted a little shyly and hid her coy smile by kissing him. It wasn't an effective concealment, though, because Adrian could feel the way her mouth was upturned against his.

"You wanna start moving again, baby, or do you want me to take over? Cause I think you should cum again," Adrian taunted, gripping onto hips to begin rocking them both back and forth gently.

There wasn't any other interruption this time. They enjoyed each other slowly, unhurriedly, languidly, and it was wonderful to let themselves be held and worshipped and savoured like that, without any expectations or restrictions. And once they were done and satisfied, they simply lay there together.

Y/N glanced to the side, her breath starting to calm, and asked, "Are you a hugger?"

"Not usually." He mimicked her and turned his head to make eye contact. "Are you?"

"Sometimes."

He gripped onto her biceps and tugged her into a hug. She responded instantly, wrapping her arms tightly around him as her cheek pressed itself flush against his shoulder.

"Sorry that I was mean earlier. The stress finally got to me, I guess," Y/N apologised, her words coming out a little muffled because her face was squished against his skin.

"Don't worry about it," Adrian said. "It was super hot."

Another batch of giggles ensued and then, at some point, they just stopped and fell into a daze. It wasn't quite a nap but they weren't fully aware either. They were just quietly existing in the space that they'd created for themselves, content and comfortable.

Sure, actually getting some sleep would've been better. Or showering. Or finding something to eat. But they'd been moving and thinking and planning every single single moment for the past 15 hours and needed a moment to just be.

That was until Adrian's phone buzzed. It was at 7% and they were surprised it was still going strong. "Can you read this for me? I don't know where my glasses are," Adrian requested, handing Y/N his phone which had been resting on the nightstand beside him. He scooted slightly closer and watched as she took over reading it, a frown settling deep between her brows as she read the words aloud.

Unknown: HQ compromised. Stay on the road until further notice. JE will contact you with updates when we have them.

- LA

It took Adrian a while to remember who the initials related to - to make it easy, couldn't Leota have just said her and Economos' names? - and he could see Y/N working out what her life was going to be like for the next however long. She had a job, friends, and obligations she'd made time for that were being pushed to the side because of her brother that she'd never met before. She had no idea what was waiting ahead of her.

Hell, Y/N had no clue if Chris was still alive. What about her mother? How long would it be until they were reunited? Adrian could see the gears turning in her head as she tried to figure out all of the possible outcomes and he wished he could give her something to ease her pain. Even briefly.

"Hey, looks like you'll have to find a way to deal with me for a bit longer," he announced, looking at her mischievously as he started stroking his hand along her bare hip in slow circles.

"Oh no, how will I ever do that?" she replied sarcastically and gave him a fake frown.

"Looks like I'm just gonna have to find a way to keep you entertained," he continued, leaning down and brushing his lips against hers tenderly. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into his touch, allowing him to deepen the kiss and deepen it even further until it became feverish and passionate yet sweet and caring all at once.

From that point, they were inseparable - partly for survival, partly for their need to constantly be touching each other - and spent the next couple of months bouncing from state to state, city to city, gas station to gas station.

Their first move was to get as much possible of their bank account in physical cash so they took the maximum allowed from ATM's whenever they could. Obviously they were leaving a trail of where they'd been but the wad Economos had left in the safe house wasn't enough to sustain them.

They'd used half of it to buy a banged up minivan that someone had turned into a camper, but they still needed food and clothes and fuel and a charging cable for Adrian's phone.

Neither of them had been particularly well off before this - Y/N was still living with her mother, who at the time of her kidnap had been away on a job interview in the neighbouring state, and Adrian was a busboy that spent a lot of money on weapons - so that money was running out too.

Life in the camper wasn't so bad. It was cramped and tiny, sure, but it was warm and comfy, and it was far easier to flee from suspected butterflies in a house on wheels than have to decide whether to leave all their stuff in some random hotel or take the risk to attempt to retrieve it.

Still, when another update came in, they were more than ready to read it and get back to 'normal' life.

"Darling, your phone just went off," Y/N called out from inside their van, heating up their food from the night before on a tabletop skillet. Adrian was by the creek they'd parked next to, washing blood and dirt from their clothes after their most recent run in with the butterflies, and the moment he heard her, he let a pair of his underwear accidentally drift downstream as he walked away.

On his way to read it, he mumbled, "Smells good, babe. I'm so hungry," and pressed a kiss to her forehead as he passed Y/N, who smiled up at him in a way that made him feel like the most loved man in the world, and was a little confused at first before he realised Economos had sent him coordinates.

He was pushing his hand in her field of vision as soon as he googled where the location was, interrupting her as she was about to give their noodles a mix. Y/N made a surprised face and grabbed the phone to make sure she was reading the screen correctly. "Evergreen? Do you think that means that this is all over?" she asked, a hint of excitement and nervousness in her voice.

Adrian smiled and wrapped his arms around her from behind, his nose poking into her cheek as he confirmed, "I think it means we should start the long drive home."

Y/N smiled and leaned her head back against his chest as she took a deep breath. "Let's eat then get moving," she concluded, laughing when he attacked her cheek with so many excited kisses.

They ate, they got ready, and then they drove. It took them a few days to get back to Washington and Economos' coordinates led them straight to Adrian's house. It seemed that Chris, Leota and Keeya, John, and Emilia had been using his home - without permission but he honestly didn't care - as a base for the past month or so because they'd run out of weapons and thought, 'Where would there be a bunch of unattended weapons that they could use without repercussions for stealing' and Chris remembered the time his buddy showed him his gun collection.

Harcourt and Annabelle had a relatively easy time. Their safe house hadn't been discovered at all in the mess and they only found out something was wrong when John called Emilia for advice about what to do. With the assurance that Annabelle would be fine on her own, Emilia joined her squad to come up with a plan that would wipe out the rest of the butterflies.

And then they managed to find out about a meeting of all of the remaining butterflies and planted a bomb. Completely wiping out an entire race didn't feel great, but they'd been a thorn in the 11th Street Kids side for long enough that that feeling was replaced by a sigh of relief. A 'thank fuck that's over' kind of deal.

Before Y/N had even gotten out of the car, her mother was running out of the Chase home. Annabelle pulled open the passenger's side door and yanked Y/N into a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay, sweetpea! You are okay, aren't you?" she gushed, tears in her eyes as she examined Y/N's face.

"I'm okay, mama," Y/N said, laughing a little. "I've been so worried about you."

"I know, and I've been worried about you too. I whooped your brother and his friend's asses for taking so long to deal with those bug things!"

Peacemaker emerged from the house and Vigilante yelled out a very excited, "Peace! How are you, man?"

"Surprised that a dumbass like you survived!" Peacemaker responded, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at Vigilante. It was obviously still Adrian, but he'd grown his hair out a bit, had a five o'clock shadow, and looked the exact amount of tired you'd assume someone would be if they'd spent months sleeping in their car. "You look like shit, dude."

"Chris!" Both women complained. Annabelle reprimanded, "That is not a very nice thing to say to someone!" while Y/N chose to go with, "I think you look very handsome, babe!"

Then, both mother and son turned to face Y/N and exclaimed, "Babe?!" in shock. Chris was horrified. Annabelle, the opposite - she didn't know the guy but he was her good books for protecting Y/N as well as he had. This hadn't gone exactly the way Y/N thought it would. Honestly, she hadn't really planned anything about how she was going to casually bring up the fact that she'd started a relationship with Adrian, but it definitely wasn't going to be like this.

"Hi," Adrian said, awkwardly, as his BFF and his girlfriend's mother stared at him like he was an alien life form. "Uh... hello."

"Dude! Did I say you could date my sister?"

"No! But you didn't say I couldn't! There were no rules like that!" Adrian turned to Y/N so she'd know that he hadn't accidentally duped her into a 'forbidden' relationship and he repeated, "There were no rules!"

Closing the gap, Y/N comforted her boyfriend with a side hug, a soft "Yeah, I know," and a gentle pat on the chest. "Why don't you show me inside your home, Ade? We've been in the van for so long, I think I'd like to have one night in a normal bed." She then playfully added, "You've got that, don't you?"

Adrian grinned. "Yeah, I've got that."

The pair walked inside to find that his living room had been turned into a technology den of screens and drones and weapons - although those had been there before - and Adrian almost didn't recognise his childhood home. And he definitely didn't recognise the dogs that were running all over the place.

"You have chihuahuas?" Y/N asked, in some surprise.

"No, I'm more of a cat person."

"They're mine!" Adebayo announced as she came in from the kitchen, another dog under her arm. "Sorry! Sorry, I thought Keeya would've picked them up by now. We were all staying here together, me and my wife, John, Chris and Emilia, and -"

"You guys had a sleepover at my house without me being here? That's SO not cool!" Adrian whined.

1) His only friends hung out without him. That sucks. And 2) They did their group slumber party in the very place he owned and lived. That majorly sucks.

"You were literally on the run!" Economos retorted. "And we often thought you were dead!"

"So you decided to steal my house from me?!"

Harcourt gave Vigilante one look, just one, and he stopped whatever he was about to say next. Y/N saw how terrified he was of his boss and part of her was prepared to stand up for her man (despite the fact he was slightly overreacting), but yeah, Y/N had to admit that Harcourt was a little scary and she had mad respect for that.

Everything else that night was smooth sailing. As a big group, they let Annabelle make her signature baked Sausage and cheese rigatoni, and every member of the team ate until they were stuffed and only had enough movement in them to make it to the couch, where they crowded around the TV to watch a bad movie.

There weren't enough seats. Keeya sat on Leota. Y/N on Adrian. Annabelle and Economos a safe distance away from each other on the couch. Chris was sitting on a lazy boy off to the right with Emilia on the floor between his legs. And Peacemaker thought he was being so subtle and slick about playing with the ends of Harcourt's hair, running his fingers through the strands before glancing around every now and then to see if anyone had noticed.

As the movie played on, Y/N dozed off with her temple against Adrian's. She only began to stir when she felt the sensation of being lifted from the couch, and her eyes slowly opened to see that Adrian was making his way up the stairs.

"Are you carrying me to bed?"

"Uh-huh, like my pop used to do for me."

"You're so cute," she slurred, her voice so groggy she wondered how coherent it was to his ears. "You're so cute and so strong."

"Anything else about me that you like?" He urged, hoping that she'd reveal everything because of how sleepy she was.

"I like your smile. It's big."

"Yeah, anything else?"

"I like how you go out of your way to make me laugh."

"I do love your laugh."

"Yeah, well, I love you."

He froze mid-step, an overwhelming giddiness sweeping over him. He'd never expected to even be in this position. He had a girlfriend. And she just professed her love for him! This was better than winning the lottery. Better than finding a huge mob of criminals to shoot in the dick! He loved her too. He was so happy!

"I'll say it back when you're fully awake tomorrow," he whispered before letting Y/N slip onto the bed. She was tugging him down with her, trying to force his body on top of hers.

"Say it," she insisted, pouting like she did whenever she wanted him to give in to her. "Darling, I'd love to hear you say it. Pretty please. Don't tease - " She yawned again. "Don't tease me with this, baby."

"I love you," he said, rolling over and pinning her under him. Adrian grinned down at her, unable to stop the glee from pouring through every pore in his body.

Her forefinger came up to trace his mouth. "Big smile," Y/N yawned out, before moving to get under the covers. "Big bed too."

Adrian laughed as he stretched out beside her, propping himself up on one elbow to watch her as she fell back to sleep. "How'd I get so lucky, huh?" he mumbled to himself.

"When did you get so sappy, asshole?" Chris suddenly said from the bedroom door.

"Shh....she's sleeping."

"Oh my god, you're totally pussy whipped!"

"What are you even doing up here? You saw me coming up here?"

"Economos stunk up the first floor bathroom so I came up here to, y'know, not smell his shit."

"Jesus Christ."

In her sleep, Y/N shifted closer to Adrian, pressing against his chest. He stroked her hair, feeling her strands between his fingers, and he continued to watch her, his eyes tracing every line and curve of her face.

"This is so fucking gross to see," Chris muttered.

"Leave then!" At his raised voice, Y/N stirred. "Sorry. It's okay. It's okay, just go back to sleep," he said, stroking her hair some more.

Vigilante just asked Peacemaker to leave? In what crazy world had they jumped to? Before all this, Vig would do whatever he could to be around Peace for as long as he could. Now? Adrian's idolisation had dampened a little. He'd come to realise that there were other people out there, other people who were willing to be nice and kind and apologise to him, and that he didn't have to put up with all the insults Chris threw his way.

That wasn't a way to have any relationship, friendship or something more, and having Y/N in his life had given him a sense of 'yeah, I'm better than that' that he wasn't going to drop just because his BFF was back in the picture. Plus, he always had the 'I'm banging your sister' card in his back pocket to use whenever Chris got too vulgar.

"You two are really serious then?" Chris asked, his voice a little quieter so he didn't wake his sibling.

"I'd buy a ring if I had the money."

Chris' eyes widened. "You serious?"

"Yeah."

"Ew, I don't want you as my brother in law."

Coming up behind him, Annabelle placed a hand on her son's shoulder. "Hey pumpkin, let your sister sleep in peace, yeah?" She cooed and guided Chris away from the doorway.

Despite his muscles and big stature, Chris seemed to shrink back into a little kid when his mother interacted with him. It always amazed Adrian how much of a pushover he could be. In a small voice, Chris said, "Okay, mama. I will," and went back downstairs without arguing.

"Goodnight, Adrian. Watch over her for me?"

"Always will, Mrs L/N."

"I know you will."

Annabelle left the couple to snooze in peace. And they snoozed for longer than they had done in ages. There was no danger. No need to get up quick and flee. No knocking on the van windows to say 'you can't park here'. Nothing but peace and quiet and the quiet sounds of a house full of sleeping friends and family.

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whirlybirbs · 3 years ago

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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.”

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starsofmilos · 2 years ago

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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..”

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mcfreakin-bxtch · 3 years ago

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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!”

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x female reader #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #fanfic #mcfreakin bxtch #peacemaker 2022 #i'm quite dusty after nearly a year of barely to rushed writing

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seat-safety-switch · 2 years ago

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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.

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multifandomfanficss · 3 years ago

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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.

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vigsilantes · 2 years ago

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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.

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