#vigilante x female reader

[training4theapocalypse]

Never Been Kissed (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: SMUT, Second chance romance, Canon typical descriptions of murder and violence, Oral (fem receiving), P in V, Safe sex (male condom), Multiple orgasms

Summary: You're a PI who joins the 11th Street Kids after a chance meeting with John Economos on the dark web. Unfortunately for you, your ex-friend-with-benefits Vigilante is here too. (Based on this ask by anon)

A/N: This took a hot minute. The M&Ms were originally cigarettes but these days I'm a healthy queen free of nicotine -purr.

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Chapter text:

The dim fire exit sign outside the back of the abandoned video store flickers as you suck a peanut M&M between your tongue and the roof of your mouth anxiously. You hope your contact hurries the fuck up - if he makes you wait any longer you’ll finish an entire party bag from nervousness.

It was stupid, really, even reckless, to meet a stranger from the dark web. But when some guy called TechConomos_11 had responded to you in a chat room where you were discussing the intel you had on some sinister goings-on in Evergreen, you knew you had to meet him and his team.

Because you’ll be damned if anyone catches the escaped gorilla before you.

There’s a clink of a padlock and chain falling to the floor, the sound of a heavy emergency exit bar being pushed down and when the door opens you’re face to face with a large, bearded man wearing glasses. 

“Are you the PI?”

If you had to draw a sketch of what you thought a guy you met on the dark web would look like, he would be it. Not a neckbeard, exactly, just someone with the distinct aura of having too much time spent in front of a screen.

You nod. “TechConomos?”

“Call me John. Come inside - the team’s all here.”

You shove the half-empty pack of M&Ms into your bag and he leads you through to the back office. 

“This is Murn, Harcourt and Adebayo.” He gestures to his three associates sitting in the office who each acknowledge you in turn. “And these guys-”

“Fuck it! Fuck, fuck fuck!”

The yelling draws your attention to the window separating the office from the rest of the video store and it’s like a knife in your gut when you see him.

Vigilante.

“Ugh, fuck! It hurts to walk!” Vigilante whines as he limps around. He turns to pace some more but stops in his tracks in alarm when he sees you. He immediately dives to the floor, launching himself behind a desk in a futile attempt to hide.

Vigilante is the last person you expected to - or wanted to - see here. It’s not his usual MO - normally he’d be out hunting thugs and drug dealers. What was he doing caught up in this operation with some tech guy and a team who you suspected were either current or former soldiers?

There’s a roaring laugh and your eyes find Peacemaker, doubled over in his chair, laughing like an idiot at Vigilante sprawled on the ground. 

That explains Vigilante’s involvement. Looks like his idol, Peacemaker, is finally out of prison and the first thing he does is rope Vigilante into whatever this is. The whole thing stinks. Why is there an entire team with two capes looking for an escaped zoo animal? Any why did one of those capes have to be Vigilante? 

You close your eyes and groan. “You didn’t tell me you were working with them.”

“You know each other?” asks Harcourt.

“Just Vigilante.” You sigh and follow them into the video store.

“Hey, asshole,” you say, peering over the desk Vigilante is hidden behind. He looks up at you and props his masked head up on his arm casually as if you didn’t just see him throw himself there a second ago.

“Oh, hey!” he says, feigning pleasant surprise.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“I hurt my pinky toe.”

“Yeah? Which one?” You walk around the desk and stand at his feet to get a better look.

“Nononono! Wait!”

You clock the way his visor-covered eyes dart down to his right foot in panic. 

“Woah, did you think I was gonna kick you or something?” Sure, you have beef but you’re kind of offended he’d think that you’d harm him on purpose.

“No…” he mumbles sheepishly.

“Asshole.” You roll your eyes and sit on the hard wooden surface, turning away from him to face the team.

“Who the fuck is this?” Peacemaker asks Murn before looking between you and Vigilante. “Do you two know each other or something?”

You don’t deign to reply.

There’s a squeak of a chair being dragged on linoleum as Vigilante pulls himself up onto a seat next to Peacemaker with a wince.

“Economos says you want to join the team,” says Murn. 

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“I know everything that goes on in Evergreen.”

“And?”

“I have information and skills that I want money for. Obviously.”

“How much?”

You were talking about splitting the reward for the gorilla but Murn’s expectant look makes it clear this is a contract. What’s that saying again? A contract in the hand is worth a gorilla in the bush? … Something like that.

“Well, what are you paying him?” You cast your eyes at Vigilante who shrugs. Unbelievable. “They’re not paying you? Idiot.”

Murn and Harcourt glance at each other awkwardly. “This is strictly off the books,” says Murn.

“So you were just going to take advantage of him? No way. I want my pay backdated for all the intell I’ve found for you. And his too for whatever it is he’s doing for you.”

“How do you guys know each other?” asks John, pulling up a chair behind his laptop.

You look at Vigilante warningly and answer before he can open his fat mouth. “I’ve sent some work his way once or twice. And compensated him fairly for it,” you add pointedly.

“Oh, they’ve definitely fucked,” laughs Peacemaker.

“Shouldn’t you be in Belle Reve?” You glare at him.

Peacemaker ignores the question. “Did he keep the mask on with you too?” He pouts faux-sympathetically.

This catches you off-guard. Not Vigilante and Peacemaker fucking - Vigilante is so obsessed with him that you guessed it was only a matter of time.

But he did keep his mask on.

Vigilante groans and leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and staring determinedly at his injured foot.

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Enough!” Murn gives Peacemaker a severe look before turning his attention back to you. “John says you know the location of what we’re looking for.”

“I’m not telling you until you get me up to speed with what you’ve got so far. John wouldn’t tell me shit online. Call it a show of good faith.”

“And we’re supposed to just take your word that you actually have useful information?” asks Adebayo.

John opens his mouth to reply but Vigilante beats him to the punch.

“She knows,” says Vigilante, finally looking up. “She’s… she’s a good PI. If she says she knows, she knows.”

“Well, we can’t divulge state secrets just because Vigilante vouches for you. Tell us the ‘where’ and if it checks out - you’re in,” says Harcourt.

You look around at this unlikely group. If you want to catch the gorilla you need their help. You need their weapons. You need their money.

“It’s at the Glan Tai bottling plant. You heard of it?”

“Pulling it up now…” John types on his keyboard. “It makes sense, Murn. They’ve got the production, the distribution channels… This is probably it.”

Distribution channels? What’s the gorilla at Glan Tai got to do with distribution? 

You keep your face neutral - if there’s one thing you’ve learned from this job, it’s when to sit back, shut up and listen.

You try to piece things together as Murn talks about ‘butterflies’ and their ‘food source’. Economos checks highway CCTV footage and confirms that your intel is correct. This is extremely lucky for you because you’re clearly talking about two entirely different things. You wonder if these ‘butterflies’ are some kind of parasite-induced sleeper agent. And maybe the food source is a drug to release them from their fugue state?

“...And the gorilla?” you ask eventually.

“What about the gorilla?” asks Harcourt.

“The gorilla is at Glan Tai.”

“There’s a Butterfly gorilla?” asks Vigilante excitedly. “That is so cool!”

“Is that even possible?” Harcourt asks Murn who nods.

You’ve seen some shit but a gorilla sleeper agent takes the fucking cake. They all seem totally unfazed so you pretend to be too.

“So, what’s our next move? When do we start killing these aliens?” asks Peacemaker.

Aliens.

You discreetly scan the others. Nobody else bats an eyelid at Peacemaker’s use of that word. 

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

“You two get some rest, come back tonight,” says Murn to Peacemaker and Vigilante. “And you - you’ve got evidence of what we’re doing here?” There’s no point in lying so you nod. “Bring it back here so we can destroy it. All of it.”

You, Peacemaker and Vigilante, leave the video store. You cross the street to get to your car but Vigilante calls your name. You turn around to see him hurriedly limping over while Peacemaker climbs into the Vigilantemobile.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re part of the team now.”

“I can’t return the sentiment.” You scowl at him. Peacemaker beeps the horn of Vigilante’s car. “You’d better hurry up - you don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.”

“We’re not in a relationship. You know I only wanted to be with-”

“Don’t you dare.”

“C’mon, can’t you at least tell me why you stopped answering my calls?”

“I already told you - I’m not going to wait around my entire life for a guy who won’t even show me his face. Or tell me his real name.”

“I can’t -”

“Save your excuses for someone who gives a shit.” Peacemaker blasts the horn again. “At least I know you keep the mask on when you fuck him too. It’s not like he’s seen your face.”

Vigilante’s visor-covered eyes avoid contact with yours. His hesitation is like a punch in the gut. 

“He’s seen your face?” You don’t mean to whisper it. The words just spill from your lips like you’ve been winded.

“Not like that. That was just a meaningless threesome-”

“But he’s seen it?”

He nods.

You push him aside to throw your car door open and get in. “Fuck you, V.” You slam it shut and drive away, not even bothering to glance at him standing haplessly in your rearview mirror.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later that evening, you and John cross-check your intel. It’s becoming clear that this is way out of your fucking league. But if Vigilante can do it, you can too.

Right?

“You want some peanut M&Ms?”.

He accepts a handful gladly. “Why is so much of this about the fucking gorilla?” John asks with his mouth full, looking over your shoulder at your laptop screen.

The necessity of any quick thinking on your part is interrupted when you hear Murn’s voice ringing from the back office.

“You told Vigilante to kill Peacemaker's father?!” 

You and John drop what you’re doing and peer tentatively around the door of the office where Murn is berating Adebayo.

“I didn't tell him to… I just kinda put the idea in his head,” she explains.

“That Peacemaker would be better off without his father?”

Oh no.

“Where’s Vigilante?” you ask suspiciously, joining Murn as he stands with his arms crossed. He looks furious.

“He’s in jail,” mumbles Adebayo. “I might have suggested that if someone were to go in and kill Peacemaker’s dad, all our problems would go away.”

You run your hands through your hair.

“How could you manipulate him like that?” Your combat boots squeak on the floor as you pace across it, catastrophising aloud. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Vigilante is very fucking easy to manipulate. And he has a record. What if he kills someone in prison and gets locked up for life? Or what if he gets himself killed trying?”

“Peacemaker’s gonna see right through this. He’ll know exactly what you tried to do,” says Murn to Adebyo sternly.

They’re fucking crazy. 

“Who gives a shit about Peacemaker? Vigilante is locked in jail with the White Dragon!” You plead urgently. Vigilante is in real danger and all they care about is Peacemaker’s feelings.

“Economos, can you get Vigilante out of the system before he screws us worse than we're already screwed?”

John sighs. “I don’t even know this guy’s name.”

The four of them look at you.

You cross your arms. “I can’t tell you his name.”

“Guess he’s gonna die in prison then -”

“Last name Chase. First name Adrian.” You blurt out his secret that you’ve been holding deep in your chest. “But you can’t tell him I told you. He doesn’t know I know.”

You crowd around John’s laptop as he pulls up Adrian’s file. 

“We shouldn’t be looking at this,” you say as you stare intently at his mugshot - the mugshot you’re so well acquainted with. You’d rather die than admit how many hours you’ve spent sitting at your desk late at night, looking at his police record on your laptop.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re back in bed with him, as he stares breathlessly at the ceiling and you lie there naked on top of his bare chest, looking into his masked face, picturing that very same mugshot underneath it.

“Guess again,” Vigilante says. You can tell even under the mask that he’s grinning, enjoying your questioning.

“Hmm… are you a doctor? You’ve stitched yourself up a lot.”

“You think I’m a doctor and live here?”

Vigilante watches as you make a show of pursing your lips thoughtfully. The warm afternoon sun streaks through the gaps in his blinds onto his bed. It makes it look like there’s a golden halo around your messy bed hair. He tucks a small strand behind your ear as you walk your index and middle fingers along his chest and down his shoulder. 

“Maybe a fireman with these big strong arms?”

He likes you when you let your walls down like this. You’re almost downright playful when he’s satisfied you - a personality trait he still hasn’t extricated from you outside these four walls.

“Man, I am so good at this secret identity thing if I can keep it a secret from a PI.”

You laugh. “I guess so.”

He didn’t know that you had long known his real job. And his real name. Or that you’d trace your fingers over his face on your laptop screen as you tried to reconcile it with the masked killer who was content to let you into his bed but never his real life.

“Wasn’t he our busboy at Fennel Fields?” Adebayo’s question snaps you back to the present. 

“Can you pull him out?” You ask John.

“It’s… done.” He says, with a final click of his keyboard. “Let’s just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid. Yet.” 

Harcourt shrugs her leather jacket on. “I’ll pick him up.”

Great - first he reveals to Peacemaker who he is and now Harcourt who he’s known for a hot minute is about to see his face too. 

You frown. “He’s gonna be really upset we know his identity.” 

“You wanna come and soften the blow?”

“I’ll drive.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harcourt sits in the passenger seat of your car outside of the Evergreen Police Department. You’ve been sitting here quietly in the dark, staring at the front doors for almost an hour.

“So what’s your deal with Vigilante?” She asks, finally breaking the silence.

“I told you - I threw some contract work his way. Used him as a bodyguard from time to time when I needed the extra muscle.”

“And then what? Why did you call him an asshole?”

“Because he can be an asshole.” 

“That doesn’t sound right. A psychopath maybe. But an asshole? I don’t buy it.”

You keep your eyes focused on the police station door to hide your face. “He doesn’t mean to be an asshole.” You swallow with difficulty. “He just has a code. Lots of quirky little rules he has to follow that makes it difficult for someone ordinary like me to be - I mean, to work with him.”

“Like not revealing his secret identity.”

It’s not a question but you nod all the same.

“So this is your first time seeing him without his mask?”

“That he knows of.” Your forehead touches the cool glass window. It’s like if you stare hard enough at the door he’ll appear in one piece. “I had to do my background checks.”

The doors open and you see Adrian Chase in his cardigan and jeans walking out into the dark night, illuminated by the fluorescent streetlights.

He’s alive.

You roll down your window and he stops dead. He stares at you in shock with his lips parted slightly - unsure whether you recognise him or not.

Harcourt stretches across your seat and calls to Adrian. “We’re here to take you home. Get in.”

When he climbs into the back seat of your car you both turn in your seats. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing him up close - physically he’s unscathed.

“He’s still alive…” He says. “I’m Adrian.”

“Okay,” Harcourt says simply.

“I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you tell him.

He looks up at both of you sadly over his wire-rimmed glasses. “I think I might have made things worse.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After you drop Harcourt off at her motel, Adrian gets into the passenger seat. You let him give directions to his apartment, even though you already know where he lives.

“This is me,” he says when you pull up to his building and park in the spot you’ve parked in on countless occasions.

“I know.”

“Right. Yeah, you’ve been here.”

“A couple of times, yeah…”

His stupid code. You could know where he lives but never see his face. And now you can’t stop yourself from drinking him in - his slightly stubbly chin from his day spent in prison, the way his curly hair is all messed up. He groans heavily and leans his head back against the headrest. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“The guys know how you ended up in jail - they don’t blame you.” He doesn’t say anything. You search his face as he stares gloomily ahead. “What happened in there, V?” you ask.

“I tried to provoke Peacemaker’s dad into a fight. It worked at first - the Aryans took the bait but his dad saw right through it. I think I’ve fucked up the whole mission.”

So Vigilante went into a viper pit unarmed and provoked a bunch of nazis into fighting him.

Deep down, you know it’s fucked up to be attracted to someone capable of such violence but if you’re honest with yourself, it’s what drew you to him in the first place. You knew about the headlines before you met him. And the idea of him taking on a dangerous prison gang really shouldn’t make your heart pound the way it is right now.

You take a deep, steadying breath. “You don’t have to be sorry about that.”

You’ve never touched his hair before but you want to stroke it and comfort him. Tell him that it wasn’t his fault and it’ll all be okay. But he interrupts your train of thought before you can reach your hand out. 

“I meant I’m sorry about us.”

Why is your first instinct to tell him that it’s no big deal that he broke your heart? Stupidly, you want to protect him from it - from the hurt he caused you. Comfort him, put his feelings before your own just because you can tell that right now he needs it.

But it is a big deal. 

As soon as you remind yourself he couldn’t trust you enough to let you in, it feels like your heart is shattering all over again, mourning what you could have had.

Trust.

“I told the team your name so they could bail you out,” you admit, desperate to get the fact that you betrayed him off your chest. “I was worried about you locked up in there.”

He turns his head to look at you properly for the first time all night. The streetlights are reflected in his dorky little glasses.

“You knew my name?” He doesn’t look betrayed - he just looks surprised. “How…?”

You lift your finger from the steering wheel to point at his apartment. “Anyone with your address could find out who you are. And your full name appears on my checking account when you cash the checks I write you.”

“So you know… everything?”

“Yup.”

His eyebrows knit together in a plea. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” 

“I wanted you to tell me. I wanted you to want me to know.”

“Knowing my secret identity would put you at risk.”

“That bullshit and you know it, V. I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Yeah you do - that’s why you had me come with you on jobs.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Then why did you hire me?”

“I was curious about the man behind the headlines, I guess. Then I nearly went broke trying to spend time with you. Do you honestly think I wanted to give you a cut of my contracts for months? ”

He presses his palms into his eyes, pushing his glasses up out of the way and trying to make sense of it all.

“So those jobs were just you finding a reason to hang out?” He drags his hands down his face.

“Well, not at first. But then we started sleeping together after jobs and I wanted to keep doing that.”

“I would’ve wanted to be with you even without those jobs.”

“Oh yeah? You’d have taken me out on a date as Vigilante?” He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again - as if reconsidering whatever he was about to say. “After all that time you still didn’t trust me enough to take off your mask. The last time we saw each other I practically begged you to show me who you are. Then Peacemaker comes back in town and you - what? Just rip off your mask and spill the beans without a second thought?”

“I was being tortured by Goff-”

“The senator tortured you?”

“Well, the Butterfly who had taken over his body. But yeah. He - I mean she - ripped off my mask and tried to cut off my pinky toe. Peacemaker was just there.”

You feel sick thinking about him being tortured. Then you feel sick about feeling sick. It’s not just normal empathy. You want revenge. But you know you shouldn’t care this much. Not when you’ve been broken up for so long.

“Shit, V. That’s horrible.” 

“Besides, if I was gonna show someone my face it would have been you. Not Peacemaker.” He looks at you sadly. “I wish you hadn’t left.” 

“And I wish you had given me a reason to stay, V. I deserved someone who could trust me. And you… you deserved someone you could be yourself with. We couldn’t be that for each other.”

The hurt on your face is plain for him to see - there’s no point trying to hide it. 

“I do trust you. It’s just…” He hesitates. “You’re the only person I know who thought I was cool.”

“Adrian… that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Adrian.

It’s the first time you’ve ever called him that and it makes Adrian’s heart leap. Like the two sides of him have finally met you. After all this time.

“It’s not. Everyone else who knows me as Adrian knows I’m a loser. And I thought if I told you I was a busboy with no friends, you’d think that too.”

“You have friends.”

“Yeah, right.”

“The guys in the video store? They were so worried about you in jail. They like you a lot.” He allows himself a small smile like he doesn’t really believe it. “And I…” You pause. How do you feel about Adrian? “I still think you’re cool.”

“You do?”

He looks at you like he can’t believe you’re actually saying the words he was afraid you’d never say.

“Of course I do. You’re still the masked Vigilante of Evergreen. And I’m just… ordinary.”

He scoffs in amazement. “You’re not ordinary - you’re like the smartest person I know. And you don’t need to hide behind a mask to do your job. 

“I’m not that smart.”

“I mean, you found out more about the butterflies than the US government.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “Can I tell you something? And you won’t tell the rest of the team?”

“You can tell me anything.” 

“I didn’t know what butterflies were until today.” He looks extremely confused so you press on. “I met John in a dark web chatroom when I was researching the missing gorilla. And I thought you guys were looking for it too.”

He laughs. A merciless side-splitting laugh that doesn’t take your embarrassment into consideration at all. But it shows off his beautiful smile. And when you see it you can’t stop yourself from joining in too. It’s so ridiculous. You wanted to find the gorilla, and maybe get your PI business mentioned again in the local paper. Now you’ve been roped into saving the world with a black ops team and Vigilante.

You both try to regain your composure and stare at each other, catching your breath. He shakes his head, grinning.

Christ, look at him.

“I sometimes wondered if you wouldn’t remove your mask because you were just a bad kisser. I mean, I saw your mugshot so I already knew you were pretty.” You can’t help but tell him. You know the grainy photo on his record like the back of your hand but in person, he’s frankly gorgeous. 

“Thanks, I know.”

You laugh again. “And modest.”

“You think I fund being Vigilante on a busboy salary? I get a lot of tips.”

“It all makes sense now. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Because she didn’t want to wait around for an idiot who wouldn’t even kiss her.”

You stare at each other in the shadowy silence for a few moments. 

“It’s late, we should both get some rest.”

“Wait, don’t go.” His hand touches your thigh and it feels like there’s an electric current buzzing between his hand and the fabric of your jeans. The atmosphere almost crackles, like lighting about to strike in the middle of a storm. It’s the first time he’s touched you since you walked out on him six months ago and never went back. “It’s super late, you should crash at mine.”

“If I come upstairs we both know what’s going to happen.”

He tilts his head and you watch dimples form as the corners of his mouth turn into a mischievous smile. “That’s kind of the idea.”

“A bad one. We need to work together.”

“When has fucking ever stopped us from completing a job?”

“It hasn’t. But when we stopped seeing each other… I was really cut up. I couldn’t concentrate on work for a while. It’s why I needed the reward for the gorilla so badly.”

“Then we just won’t stop this time.”

“Adrian… I’ve only just pulled myself together again. I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He removes his hand from your leg to unclip his seatbelt. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Adrian gives you an apologetic look. 

You stare at his lips. They’re just there. His whole face is out in the open. And now his lips, and the rest of him, are about to leave your car and you never know when you’ll see him unmasked again. He opens the car door.

“Wait -”

He turns back around in his seat.

“Let me find out if you’re a bad kisser. At least I can tell myself I’m not missing out on anything if you are.”

“You’re gonna be so mad…” He cups your face and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’m a really good kisser.”

You smile and his lips meet yours. 

It’s nothing like you imagined.

When you had sex it always felt urgent, even dangerous, getting into bed with a masked cape who was wanted for murder. More often than not he fucked you from behind, tugged fistfuls of your hair and slapped your ass. 

But his kisses… his kisses are soft and slow. And good.

You’re totally screwed.

He sucks your lip gently and then his tongue traces across yours. You urge yourself forward in the driver’s seat closer to him, bringing your hand up to cradle the nape of his neck and lace your hand in his soft hair.

Warmth spreads in your chest when he deepens the kiss. You secretly hoped he’d be like this when he was unmasked. Your hot and rough encounters were always fun but in your heart you always wanted him to want you like this. Deeply. Reverently. 

You break apart and press your forehead against his with your eyes closed, feeling your heart hammering against your chest.

“What’s the verdict?” he asks.

You open your eyes to see his green ones searching yours from behind his glasses. He lets out a long, happy exhale when he hears your seatbelt unclick.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Adrian’s bedroom is neat, clean, with framed vintage comic books on his walls and illuminated by a lava lamp on his bedside table. Details you remember from previous visits but barely register this time as you both burst through his bedroom door while he kisses you. Refusing to take his hands from your body, he kicks the door shut behind him forgetting about his injured foot. He regrets it immediately.

“Fuck!” He pulls away and winces.

“Careful,” you soothe, shrugging your jacket off onto the floor and he lifts your shirt off. As soon as your skin is uncovered his mouth finds it. He drags his tongue across your collarbones and between your breasts, nudging the cup of your bra aside so he can find your nipple.

His warm mouth feels almost too good to be true as he sucks on the hard, pebbled skin and moves on to taste every inch of your exposed chest, his deft hands unhooking your bra and tossing it aside quickly. 

The entire day could have been a crazy fever dream. You’ve gone from your heart sinking at the very sight of him to it fluttering like crazy as you lie back on his mattress so he can pull your jeans and underwear off.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, sinking to his knees between your legs at the edge of the bed.

Even though you’re completely naked on his bed while he’s still dressed, you somehow feel less on display than he is right now without his mask. It feels taboo watching his jaw muscles tighten as he works his mouth all over your inner thighs. There’s something so controlled about the way he meticulously kisses the sensitive skin at the crux of your thigh that makes your lip quiver. 

You’ve spent enough time around his quick reflexes to know Vigilante is going to be skilled at eating you out but sometimes, especially in the depths of your despair during your breakup, there was a niggling inkling at the back of your mind that the mask might just be a convenient excuse not to. 

You had suspected, or maybe even hoped, when you hooked up that he had come really, really close to rolling up the bottom half of his mask and tasting you. More than once, you had caught a fleeting glimpse of him at odds with himself, his eyes behind his visor staring at your pussy and his neck muscles contracting as he swallowed thickly, strengthening his resolve and deciding to protect his own identity instead.

But tonight - finally - his tongue slides between your folds and you let out a low whine when the furnace-hot heat of his mouth besets itself over your clit.

Adrian groans when he tastes your arousal flooding his mouth. His hands cup under your ass as he pulls himself closer. You dare yourself to run your hand through his hair again, your fingernails lightly scratching his scalp. It still feels like it shouldn’t be allowed but he doesn’t seem to mind at all as his lips suck on your swollen clit.

“Fuck, Adrian…” His real name still sounds foreign on your lips, like you have to make a conscious effort to say it. 

Adrian looks up at you over his glasses, his pupils wide in the dim violet light of the lava-lamp-lit room. He takes in your glowing face and chest as you lie propped up on your elbows, enjoying the sight of him on the floor between your legs.

His fingers knead the soft, pillowy flesh of your ass like he doesn’t want to let you go anywhere ever again. And you don’t want to. Fuck the mission. Can’t you just stay here forever? In Adrian’s bedroom, panting while his tongue runs firm circles over your clit.

When you roll your hips in encouragement, he lets out a soft little moan sending vibrations over the bundle of nerves - it almost makes you dissolve right there and then. 

“I can’t believe I let you… fuck - let you get away with not doing this before,” you whimper. “So - s’fucking good, V.”

“Adrian,” he says and the tiniest absence of friction when his tongue leaves your clit makes your fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to return to your aching pussy.

“Adrianadrianadrian,” you babble, scared that his lips will leave you again. No more V. No more Vigilante. Just Adrian. Here. Eating your pussy like it’s you who’d been depriving him of this for months on end. Pleasure rises deep in your core like the tide getting ready to crash against the cliff face.

Your brain becomes fuzzy as increasingly desperate noises escape your throat - something strangled between a whine and his name. You squirm against his tongue as he relentlessly continues, determined to draw from you the orgasm that you’ve been desperate for since he kissed you in the car and you realised his mouth would feel like heaven.

The pressure of his tongue against your soaking wet pussy makes you writhe in exhilaration. You barely notice his fingers digging harder into your skin as you arch your spine and throw your head back.

Your thigh muscles tense and relax, trembling on either side of his face. “Adrian, I’m gonna - gonna cum…”

Instead of responding, he sinks two fingers deep inside your cunt, giving you something to squeeze around as every muscle in your pelvis tightens. He curls his fingers slightly and it’s just enough to push you over the fucking edge.

The purplish glow of the room turns blinding white as waves, hot and wet, break over you and your body floods with ecstasy. Your whole lower body stiffens as your walls clench around his fingers and you grind your pussy against his mouth.

Fuck, you’ve been missing out. You haven’t been with anyone else the entire time you’ve been apart and it’s like your body has been crying for exactly this moment without you realising how much you needed it. Needed his mouth on you.

The room comes into focus again gradually as Adrian gives you a last few slow, gentle kisses before sliding his fingers out of your still-twitching centre.

You breathe heavily and look at him kneeling on the floor.

He looks stupidly pleased with himself, the corner of his wet, glistening mouth upturned in a self-congratulatory smile at the way he’s taken you apart piece by piece. You can’t help but giggle from endorphins buzzing through your body. It makes your abdomen hurt from all the tensing you were doing. 

Adrian slaps the side of your ass and gets to his feet, undoing his belt buckle. “C’mon, bend over,” he grins.

You sit up, shake your head and smile. “Nuh-uh, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He blinks a couple of times dazedly. “Did you forget about your mask for a second?”

Adrian clears his throat. “Uh...No?”

He so did.

“C’mere.” You hook your fingers through his belt loops and pull him closer. You kiss the light trail of hair covering his hard abdomen while your fingers work to undo his jeans and pull them down to release him from the confines of his boxers.

God, you missed it. He has a pretty face alright but his cock is fucking perfect.

Your cheeks grow hot feeling him so close. You grip his hard length and draw your tongue across the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum. 

“Take your top off,” you say, looking up at him before running your tongue along his shaft, keeping eye contact.

He grips the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off over his head. Seeing him in the purple glow, every contour of his sculpted abdomen illuminated sends burning heat to your pelvis. You never thought you were into muscular guys, not until you saw Vigilante take his suit off for the first time. Now you’re not sure if you could go back to anything else. Anyone else. 

You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock but he interrupts you.

“I need to fuck you. Please.”

At this point, you’re so turned on it’s an offer you can’t refuse. You release him and scoot back on the bed. He goes to crawl on top of you but flinches when his injured foot meets the mattress.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to - ah fuck.”

“It’s okay. Here, lie down. Let me go on top.”

He does so with relief and you swing your leg over his thighs.

“Better?” 

“Fuck yeah,” he says, looking at your naked figure sitting on top of him.

You reach into his bedside drawer where you know he keeps his condoms. Your fingers skirt over what you suspect are bags of candy until you find the corrugated square shape you’re looking for. You take it out and roll the condom on him.

“Okay, easy,” you say, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. He throbs under the grip of your hand in anticipation. “Don’t overexert yourself.”

“You were totally cool with me over-exerting myself on the floor a second ago.”

“I was talking to myself,” you smirk. “It’s been a while.”

You ease yourself down onto his cock, feeling the beautiful stretch as you adjust to his size. 

“Shit…” he breathes, clamping his hands down hard on your hips, forcing you to bottom out. His eyebrows knit together and he sighs through parted lips, feeling the way your walls stretch around him. He looks so beautiful - you can’t stop looking at his lips.

You lean forward, planting your hands on either side of his head so you can lean down and kiss him. The taste of your juices registers on your tongue as his enters your mouth. You deepen the kiss and Adrian responds by jerking his hips up needily, pressing into your g-spot.

You moan and suck on his bottom lip, gently rolling it between your teeth as he pushes into the most sensitive part of your centre. Searing heat burns low in your belly, spreading to your thighs. You push yourself back up to ride him and grab his wrists, dragging them from your waist to grope at your chest.

“Fuck, you look so hot riding my dick.”

“Yeah? Rose-tinted visor isn’t all it’s cracked up to be?”

You’re teasing him but it seems to spur him on, as he squeezes your tits and jerks up into your bouncing hips. Every wet slap that meets your ears only increases your neediness for him. It burns brightly in your core, making you wetter and even more desperate for your next orgasm.

Every roll of your body sends his cock plunging into you, pushing against you at the perfect angle. God, he feels incredible. Your walls start to convulse around him, clamping down and gripping his cock as your second climax rears its head.

“Adrian, fuck, I’m close…” you plead, frantically chasing your high, wildly gyrating and bouncing in time with his thrusts.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“No, say my name,” he says, through gritted teeth, his neck muscles tightening in the soft light. 

His neck.

“Fuck, Adrian.” You lunge forward and bite on his neck. He grabs handfuls of your ass, anchoring himself into you as he thrusts savagely upwards sending pleasure rocketing through you. Fuck he’s deep. So fucking deep.

His name leaves your lips over and over, broken and ragged as every jerk of his hip knocks the air out of your lungs. Bliss ignites and your cry of pleasure is muffled as you moan and run your tongue over his neck, smelling his aftershave mixed with his musky sweat. An explosion, more fierce than any grenade blast bursts through your centre as he pummels his cock with unparalleled force and precision, even as you squirm and shake, unable to keep moving your own hips in time with his.

With every ounce of strength you have you lean up on your arms to look at his face. His eyes are squeezed shut and his facial muscles contort as he sucks through his teeth.

“Cum for me, Adrian,” you murmur sweetly in his ear and he opens his eyes, giving you a terminally helpless look as he slams his hips into your hot, wet cunt and you squeeze around him as tight as you can. With a final thrust, you feel his thighs tighten and his cock pulsing inside you as he cums.

You flatten your body back on top of his - the warm, damp sweat between your chests feels strangely pleasant. His fingers trace circles up your spine, gently tickling your back. Adrian turns his head to kiss you and you both lie for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.

After what feels like a long time of lying in quiet elation, you make yourself climb carefully off of him and roll over, resting back on his pillows.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he says and you lie back watching him dispose of the condom, taking care not to put any pressure on his bandaged toe. He launches himself back on the bed with a thud making you bounce on the mattress. “Good, you’re still here,” he says, leaning on his elbow and looking down at you.

“Where else would I be?” you laugh.

“Well… you usually leave right after. Except that one time I accidentally bought peanut M&Ms.”

You look at him apologetically. In fairness, the mask was hardly an invitation to spend the night - what was he going to do? Sleep in it? “Do you have peanut M&Ms?”

He nods to his bedside drawer and you open it to see that it’s stuffed with the little yellow bags.

“You like peanut M&Ms now?”

He pulls a face. “No way dude, they’re so gross.”

“Then why…?”

“I guess I always hoped you might change your mind and come back. So I bought them whenever I thought about you.”

You look at the drawer - there’s practically enough that Adrian could have made a trail of peanut M&Ms from your apartment across town to his. “You would have made a really sweet boyfriend,” you sigh.

“Well, I mean… I still could,” he says in a would-be nonchalant type of way, pushing up his glasses with his finger and avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah?” You weren’t sure if he’d be open to picking up where you left off. But it feels right when it didn’t before. Now you know him. Really know him. 

He pulls his eyes up and meets your gaze with a smile. “If you want me to?”

“I’d like that. A lot.”

“Sweet,” he says with a wide smile, not bothering to hide how giddy he is.

You open the packet. “For the record, I’m not just staying because of the M&Ms this time.”

“I know.”

“And I’m glad you’re on the team.”

He nods happily, watching you pop a few into your mouth. “Hashtag me too.”

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Pair of Aces - Chapter 6. Day Six

Pair of Aces

Chapter 6. Day Six

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 10k

Summary: Things get messy with the Butterflies and even messier with our pair back at the motel. Chapter Content: Graphic violence/ Canon-typical violence, Explosions, Blood, Mild gore, Smut (F/M)

A/N: It's finally heeeeere! Sorry this took a trillion years, real life has been a pain and this is a beast of a chapter. Hopefully, the length (and 🔥content🔥) will make up for the delay! All I have to say is that it's the last night in the motel and we all knew where this was headed 👀

(NOTE: The smut-specific content warnings are after the cut because they kind of include spoilers, please read at your own discretion!)

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*SPOILERS* Kissing, Biting (like, a lot), Nipple play, Fingering (F receiving), Oral (F and M receiving), Hair Pulling, a little Facefucking, PIV, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, a tiny bit of Cum play *END SPOILERS*

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She groaned as her alarm went off way earlier than she ever would have liked. They needed an early start to put their plan into action but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. The grumpy wake-up call was followed by a rushed breakfast of fruit and granola bars. They needed to be at the mission site and finish preparing for the Glen Tai delivery before their scheduled drop-off at noon. The pair were finally finishing gearing up just before it was time to head out.

She looked over at the mess spread out on his bed and rolled her eyes. "You don't need four guns, Vig. You only have two hands."

"What if one of the guns gets knocked out of my hands?"

She sighed. "Okay, fine. Three guns, then you have an extra. But that's it!"

"But what if another one gets knocked out of my hands!"

"Then you're bad at your job and shouldn't be in the field." She shot him a pointed look.

"Hm." Vig wrinkled his nose in thought as he packed away the three weapons. "Note to self: don't let the bad guys take more than one gun." He finished fiddling with his gear and met her at the front door.

"Ready for this?"

She grinned at him. "This is what I live for. Let's go."

They climbed in the Sebring and headed over to the unassuming farmhouse, anxious to get the day started.

The plan was simple. First, they needed to get into the tunnels before the delivery was scheduled to arrive. They had scoped out a route the night before while exploring, so that was easy. They'd place the adhesive explosion prototypes Task Force X had included in their gear along key structure points in the tunnels.

When the Butterflies show up, they would blow up the entrance to trap them inside and then mow them down in waves until nothing was left standing. After that, they could collapse the tunnel exit once they were clear and call it a day. Just some high-tech explosions and murder. You know, simple stuff.

Setting up was the easiest part, planting the sticky-backed bombs evenly along the cavern went smoothly. Then they camped out by the car, well hidden behind the foliage, and waited for the delivery truck's arrival.

Shortly after noon, a large white delivery truck pulled up to the edge of the property. Two dozen people climbed out the back, all carrying crates full of glass jars into the house.

They waited for a few moments to ensure they wouldn't be spotted and then quickly followed after them. They knew exactly where the hatch was this time, kicking it open and dropping down to catch the delivery squad off guard.

She could barely take her eyes off him as he immediately opened fire on the group of Butterflies. He was a blur of black and teal as he expertly cleared the room, dropping half the group with ease. The noise was insane, gunfire and screams mixed with smashing glass and broken crates. The remaining people begin screeching and running down the underground maze in an attempt to escape.

That was her cue, she whipped out the prototype trigger and started setting off the bombs furthest back first. Several loud booms sounded one after the other and the tunnels began collapsing, trapping the Butterflies in an increasingly smaller space as Vigilante pushed forward.

She followed along behind him, double-tapping the downed bodies through the skull to ensure they all stayed down. She didn't even have a clear shot ahead as Vig raced after the last few stragglers.

Fucking hell, he's good at this.

He had managed to take down nearly the entire group in less than a half hour. Finally the last of the screeching stopped and he popped back into view. He walked back towards her and headed to the ladder leading back to the farmhouse.

"All clear! Let's blow this fucker up!"

She laughed a little at his obvious excitement, but hell he deserved it after that performance. She turned around and started walking back with him, pulling out the trigger to set off the last two charges. Just as she pressed the 3-second timer, her foot caught on a splintered crate and she tumbled to the floor.

She scrambled to get back up, she needed to get the hell out of range immediately. Suddenly two strong hands were wrapped around her, Vigilante tugged her off the filthy ground and around the corner just before the walls collapsed behind her.

"Holy shit!" She coughed violently as she rolled over and stared up at the roof of the nearly destroyed cavern.

Vigilante was on the ground next to her, covered in dirt. He looked over at her. "You good?"

She carefully inspected herself for any damage, minus some dirt of her own everything seemed fine. "Yeah, still all in one piece." She looked back at him. "Thanks."

He wiped off his visor and wiped the dust off his pants as he stood up. "No problem. I wasn't going to let you get blown up, that would just be stupid."

She scrambled to her feet and surveyed the damage. Everything behind them was blown to rubble, the entire system of tunnels had been reduced to a pile of rocks and dirt, effectively camouflaging all the bodies they'd left behind. She would have been one of them if Vigilante hadn't grabbed her.

"Well, I'm glad you also think me dying is stupid." She shot him a grateful smile and grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the exit they'd blocked off for their escape route. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of this mess."

"One second!" He stopped in his tracks and whipped his phone out of his pocket. Turning around, he angled his front-facing camera and snapped a picture throwing a peace sign with the collapsed rubble behind him.

"Peacemaker is gonna love this, what a great day."

She was halfway up the exit ladder with him closely behind, tucking his phone into his utility belt. After they both made it back to the car a safe distance away, she detonated the last explosive and the entrance to the tunnel collapsed in on itself, destroying a significant portion of the house's foundation along with it. She stared for a moment at the destruction, the culmination of the entire week-long mission. They'd done it, had a literal blast and successfully completed their objective. Tomorrow they'd check out of the motel and be back in Evergreen by dinner. A pang hit her stomach at the thought but she wasn't sure why.

Shoving the thoughts aside, she climbed into the passenger seat of the Sebring. Vig had just started driving them back to town when the tinny echoes of Aqua started playing from his pocket.

“Ah shit, can you grab that?”

She reached over and grabbed the cell phone out of his utility belt. Checking the display, she saw that it was Harcourt calling.

The call was quick. After informing Emilia about what they’d found and why they had needed to blow the whole thing up, she promised to file the reports quickly and it was all taken care of.

She hung up the phone and looked over at Vigilante with an unimpressed expression. "So, why the fuck is your ringtone 'Barbie Girl'?"

“Hey! Aqua is the bomb!" He was immediately defensive, under no circumstances would Vigilante tolerate Aqua slander.

"Obviously, I would never insult the legendary Europop group Aqua! I just think Barbie Girl is super overrated." She shrugged dismissively. "Dr.Jones does way more of the heavy lifting on Aquarium and never gets the same respect."

He scoffed in disgust. “Uh, hard no. Barbie Girl is the definitive Aqua single, no contest.”

"Clearly you've been concussed because you're talking absolute fucking nonsense right now." She was not going to back down from this, he was undeniably incorrect. However, the offended noises he emitted in response did not seem to agree with her.

"Look, there's only one way to settle this debate. Pass me the aux cord!" She pulled out her phone and gestured towards him.

Vig coughed awkwardly. “Uh…yeah, so the Vigilantemobile doesn't have one. Cassettes or CDs only."

"Fucking cassettes?" She wrinkled her nose. "Dude, your car sucks."

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. But it's mine, you know?" He patted the steering wheel fondly. "Anyways, just pop the glove box."

She grabbed at the latch in front of her and opened the passenger glove box. Stuffed next to some crumpled papers and napkins was a beat-up CD folder. She flipped it open and quickly located the bright blue disc they needed, Aqua's debut album Aquarium. She briefly stared down at the decades-old CD, it truly was a relic of the past, just like the Sebring.

She popped the album into the disc drive and queued up track three before grinning at him.

"Ready to lose?"

"You fucking wish." Vig took his eyes off the road for a second to address her with a deadly serious tone. “You do not get to be Barbie right now, got it?”

“Damn dude, fine. It’s all you.” She threw up her hands in deference and accepted her role as Ken.

Hiya, Barbie. Hi, Ken! You wanna go for a ride? Sure, Ken. Jump in!

She waited patiently as Vig sang out the chorus by himself. She hated to admit it but he really was nailing the song.

I'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock and roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky-panky

She paused for a moment after finishing her two lines of the verse.

Has Aqua always been this horny? Geez.

Vig finally finished singing along with the track and “How do you not love this song?”

“I do! It’s a great track, that was never in question. I just think it’s overrated in comparison. You’ll see.” She skipped forward a track and queued up her song.

“You can do the chorus and the dude parts but that’s it, okay?” She had her own rules for this sing-off too.

He nodded at her. “That’s fair.”

Sometimes the feelin' is right You fall in love for the first time Heartbeat and kisses so sweet Summertime love in the moonlight

It had been ages since she listened to this album but she still knew all the words by heart, Dr.Jones really was the supporting pillar of Aquarium.

Baby, I am missin' you I want you by my side And I hope you'll miss me too Come back and stay I'll think about you every day I really want you too You swept my feet right off the ground You're the love I found

Her cheeks hurt from grinning with enthusiasm as they belted out the duet verse and launched into the chorus together. There was nothing like some impromptu karaoke to cap off a brutal murder spree!

The song faded out just as Vig pulled into the motel parking lot and the pair tumbled into their room, giddy from all the adrenaline and Europop.

She kicked off her boots and unzipped her dirt-covered jacket, tossing them in a pile by the door. She was relieved her outfit underneath was still fairly clean, it had been a very messy day.

"So, are you going to change your ringtone now that we've established the superior song?" She spun around to grin at him, expecting a snappy defence of Barbie Girl but she was startled by just how close he was.

He had finished stripping off his armour and was just in his black shirt and pants standing right behind her. She took a step back to make some room between them but he stepped towards her in return, quickly invading her space. She shuffled backwards and he was almost directly in front of her when she suddenly collided with the back of the couch and nearly toppled over.

"Woah!"

His hands reached out and grabbed onto her shoulders at the same time she instinctively wrapped hers around his waist to steady herself. She was caught off guard by how warm and solid he felt under her hands. She fisted her fingers into the material of his shirt and suddenly felt something …wet?

"Uh, who's blood is this?" She awkwardly let him go and brought her hand up to show him the bright red splotches left on her skin.

"Oh, shit!" He jumped back from her and immediately tugged at his shirt, feeling out the stain she had discovered on his side. He grimaced as he felt the blood-soaked fabric and quickly stripped it off. Her eyes widened at the unexpected sight of a now half-naked Vigilante in front of her, wildly spinning around on the way to the bathroom mirror trying to inspect himself for wounds. He shut the door behind him and she heard water running for a moment.

She was still in a bit of a daze staring at the bathroom door when he came back out a few minutes later.

"False alarm, definitely not my blood but man was there a lot of it. Did I miss any?" He gestured at his still-bare torso and held his arms out, slowly spinning in a circle for her to inspect.

Oh, goddammit.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm as she surveyed his barely dressed body. He was in incredible shape, that's for certain. There were a few droplets of water dripping down his chest, drawing her eye across his pecs and down his abs, before hitting the waistband of his tactical pants. Frankly, she wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not that there wasn't any blood left on him.

Fuck. Okay, that's enough.

She swallowed hard and shook her head, managing to tear her gaze away from him. "You're all good." She was halfway into giving him a thumbs up before she remembered the mess on her hand.

"Gross." She murmured, looking down at the bloodstains.

"Here, let me help." Vigilante quickly grabbed something from the bathroom, walked over and grabbed her wrist. He held her hand up and gently wiped a damp washcloth across her palm, slowly washing away the blood.

She fought down a blush at how close he suddenly was, still shirtless. She could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. She stared down at his hands working to clean her up, slightly dazed at how sweet he was being. Two hours ago, those same hands were responsible for the deaths of over a dozen people and now they were ever so softly holding hers, cleaning off his victim's blood.

He swiped the cloth over her palm one more time and then stepped back a bit. "There we go."

"Thanks."

"No problem! You should probably take your shirt off now."

Her dazed mind raced to process the sudden request. "W-what?"

He frowned in concern. "To make sure there's no blood on you?"

"Oh."

She was still entirely distracted and without thinking, moved her hand to grab the edge of her shirt. She was about to lift it over her head when Vigilante interrupted her, holding out her duffel bag in his hands.

"You should clean up and get changed, the bathroom's all yours!"

"Right, yes. Obviously. That makes sense." She dropped the hem of her top and lost the fight against blushing, turning a lovely shade of tomato red as she grabbed her bag, ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Thankfully, there wasn't much blood on her. A few small stains on her top had soaked through to her bra and she quickly stripped it off and ducked into the tub. She was towelling off from her quick shower when she heard a knock on the motel room's front door. She immediately started to panic, no one was supposed to know they were there.

She heard Vigilante's muffled voice and pressed an ear to the door. He was saying something that sounded like 'thank you' to someone and then she heard the door close.

She quickly got dressed in her last pair of clean pyjamas, her usual tank top and shorts combo, and flew out of the bathroom to assess the situation. Vigilante was standing beside the couch, still shirtless but having changed into a pair of sweatpants.

"What's going on?"

He cocked his head to the side at her in confusion. "Hm?"

"I heard someone?"

"Oh!" He reached over and held up a large brown paper bag. "I got us Chinese food!"

She stared at him blankly. "You ordered delivery… to the room no one is supposed to know we're staying in?"

He had the decency to look a little nervous at her question. "Well, we're leaving tomorrow morning and there's no one around and he didn't see anything weird so it's fine, right?"

"You don't think the delivery guy is going to remember a half-naked dude in a fucking mask?"

"He might remember me, sure, but it's not like he knows who I am! Who's he going to tell?" He put the bag down on the coffee table. "I was just trying to surprise you, today was fucking awesome and I thought we deserved a treat."

She sighed and relaxed a little, it was a nice surprise. She eyed the takeout bag appreciatively before snapping her attention back to Vigilante. "Why are you still shirtless anyways? Get dressed."

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, I can't."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Why not?"

"I'm out of clean shirts."

"You…you're out of clean shirts." She stared at him in disbelief. "How many shirts did you pack?"

"Two."

"For a week?!"

"Yes! Usually that's fine but you got gross goo on one, now the other is all bloody and I can't do anything about that now!"

He crossed his arms defensively across his chest, forcing her attention to his well-defined pecs. He wasn't seriously going to spend the whole night like this, was he?

Oh god, I'm not going to survive.

She flopped down on the couch with a sigh. "Fine, whatever. Let's just eat, I'm starving."

Vig tore open the takeout bag and began to unpack the various containers. He leaned over to grab some of the food, placing his shirtless self right in front of her face. She scooted back as far as she could, trying to resist the urge to grab his bicep and see if it was as firm as it looked. She accidentally knocked against his knee moving away and the soup container in his hands wobbled, threatening to splash over.

"Hey, watch it!" She glared at him. "If you make a mess, you're cleaning it up."

"Okay, okay!"

He steadied his hand and finished serving them both. She flicked on the TV, barely paying any attention to whatever was on but grateful for the small distraction as they ate.

She eyed the last piece of chicken in the container and glanced over at Vig. He had his eyes glued to the TV and didn't seem to notice her staring down his last bite.

What's the worst that could happen?

She darted her hand forward and speared the chicken on her fork, quickly raising it to her mouth. She had made it about halfway before he lunged at her and knocked her flat on the couch, grasping at the fork she held.

She let out a noise of outrage as his body pressed her firmly into the couch, pinning her down. She desperately tried to pull the fork out of his grip, trying her best to ignore how hard he was pressed against her. How the hell had he reacted that quickly?

"How dare you!" He hissed at her, still trying to wrestle the fork out of her hand. "That was mine and you know it."

"No way!" She protested weakly, she wasn't going to admit he was right.

"You're a thief. You know thieves need to be punished." He looked down at her, his face mere inches away from her. "At this point, you're practically begging for it."

She flushed a bright pink at his accusation, there was absolutely no way she was admitting he was right again. She tried to wrench her hand out of his grasp but failed against his strong grip. "I most certainly am no-" She stopped in surprise as their tug of war over the fork caused large blobs of sauce to fly off the utensil and splatter down her arm.

"Oh, great. Now you're making a fucking mess." She glared up at him.

He tightened his grip on her wrist and focused his gaze on the gooey drops splashed on her skin. "Well, then I better clean it up."

Her eyes widened as he leaned in closer and slowly parted his lips. The tip of his tongue flicked out and he licked a stripe up the inside of her wrist, trailing a wet line across her skin as he cleaned up the sticky mess.

Heat pooled between her legs and her heart started to race as she felt his tongue working along the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. What little of her self-control remained was dangerously close to snapping. She had spent the entire week avoiding this ridiculous tension and now she could feel every muscle, every hard edge of his torso on top of her. She couldn't give in now. She didn't hook up on the job, it was a liability. It was unprofessional. It was a risk. There was too much at stake. It was never worth it…

It's not worth it. It's …not …

She was shaken from her inner lecture when Vigilante pressed a small kiss to her wrist and turned towards her.

"There, all better."

He grinned at her and swiped his tongue along his bottom lip to lick the last of the sauce off.

Oh fuck it.

She moved her hand to grab his jaw and without giving either of them a moment to think about what was happening, she pulled him towards her and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was hard and desperate, she was pouring out the entire week’s worth of frustration into it. She swiped her tongue against his bottom lip and he easily opened his mouth to let her in. He tasted like sweet and sour sauce, they probably both did.

Finally, they were forced to break away for air. The pair were left breathless and panting, staring at each other in a mix of confusion and arousal. Vigilante broke the heavy silence first.

"Don't think this will let you off the hook for stealing my food.”

She was about to protest his accusation but he ducked down for another kiss before she could speak. The fork clattered to the floor as they both dropped it, he slipped his hand behind her head instead and she moved hers to cup his jaw. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her firm in his grasp as he kissed her. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, tugging on it. She moaned at the slight twinge of pain mixed with pleasure before he pulled back.

“Fuck.” He swore as he looked her over, her eyes were half-lidded and dark, her lips shiny and swollen from his kiss. "I knew you'd like that."

He shifted his weight and moved his hand from the back of her head down to her shoulder. He brushed his fingertips softly along her collarbone and up the side of her neck. Hooking his thumb under her jaw, he applied some pressure and forced her to turn her head and expose her throat to him.

"I'm biting you again."

There was no question in his tone, he was simply telling her what was about to happen. He leaned down and nipped at a spot right under her ear, smirking against her skin as he heard her breath hitch.

He whispered softly next to her ear, "That's for stealing my food."

He moved down, nuzzling against her neck before biting the side of her throat with more pressure.

"That's for not admitting you liked this last night."

Finally, he reached the junction between her neck and shoulder. Without waiting, he sank his teeth hard into the soft flesh right over her pulse point. She cried out, arching against him as the sharp points of his incisors dug into her skin.

He whispered into her shoulder. "And that's because I fucking wanted to."

He planted a soft kiss over the mark he'd made to slightly soothe the sting and started to pull away from her. She shot out her hand and grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face against her before he could pull back. She could barely think straight, heat was coursing through her veins and there was only one thing she needed.

Her voice was thick and laced with desire when she finally spoke. "Don't stop."

He let out a low growl that vibrated against her skin and immediately acquiesced to her request. He nipped along her shoulder and back up her neck, a path of red marks tracing his steps. She arched up into him, feeling the warmth from his bare chest radiate through the painfully thin tank top she had on.

He kissed and bit every inch of skin he could reach, leaving scorching trails across her body. Taking full advantage of the low-cut neckline of her top, he dipped his head down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the swell of her breasts. He smirked against her skin when he felt her nipples tighten in response. She gasped when he leaned down and caught her left nipple between his teeth, the sharpness of his canines barely blunted by the thin fabric barrier.

She dug her nails into his shoulder as he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, saliva soaking through her top. The ache between her thighs was growing and she knew her panties were already soaked.

He slid his hand over her hip and tugged at the hem of her top.

"Can I take this off?" He mumbled the question as he fidgeted with the edge of the soft material.

She pushed him back slightly and arched her back off the couch in response. In a single motion, she grabbed the hem and yanked the tank top over her head, throwing it across the room behind her.

"Better?"

He swallowed hard as he stared down at her, now half-naked beneath him. His gaze roved over her exposed chest, down her sternum and across her stomach before ultimately settling directly on her bare breasts.

"Fucking perfect." His voice was low and hoarse as he drank her in. He cautiously smoothed his fingertips across her skin, tracing a path up her sides and along her ribs to the undersides of her breasts. Her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered closed as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. She let out a small squeak as he suddenly pinched one and he chuckled at her reaction.

"Shut up, they're sensitive." She flushed in embarrassment and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

He cocked his head to the side and softly squeezed the flesh under his hand. "Should I be gentle?"

She bit her lip and looked up at him. "That's not what I said."

A grin split across his face and he squeezed her breast harder, watching her eyes roll back as she bit down on her lip. He kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Soft moans escaped her as she arched into his touch, his hands were calloused and rough against her skin. They were hands that got used regularly, to fight, shoot and kill, and right now, turn her insides to jelly.

She nearly bit through her lip when he caught a nipple between his teeth, biting down until she hissed and dug her nails into his shoulder. He released the tender bud and soothed it with his tongue.

He skimmed a hand down her side and across her lower abdomen until he hit the waistband of her shorts, briefly dipping his fingers past the elastic before retreating. He did it again before she huffed and pushed at his wrist, quickly shoving his hand past the band of both her shorts and underwear. He let out a short laugh at her desperation.

"You're so impatient."

As he slid his hand further down he quickly realized why she was so eager for him to touch her, groaning loudly as his fingers swiped through the absolute mess between her legs.

"Holy shit, you're soaked. How long have you been this turned on?"

Her face burned at the question. The answer was rather embarrassing at this point and she was having a hard enough time thinking straight while his fingers swirled around, teasing her slick entrance.

"Come on, answer me."

"Is this your usual interrogation technique?" She bit out a sarcastic response, trying to deflect the questioning.

"Nope. You're just special."

She bit back a whimper as his fingers ghosted over her clit but still avoided giving her the friction she was craving.

She closed her eyes and sighed. "All fucking day."

"All day? Why?"

She bit her lip and avoided his curious gaze. He frowned slightly and slid the pad of his middle finger over her clit, lightly pressing against it.

"Oh, god." She threw her head back as a jolt of electricity shot through her.

"Tell me." He pressed a finger against her clit again.

Her inner resolve snapped for the second time that evening and she couldn't help but blurt out the truth. "Fine! I like watching you work."

His hand stilled and she fought the instinct to whine at the loss of movement. He looked at her in disbelief.

"Really?"

"Yes."

He moved his fingers away and she failed to hold back another whine as her hips rocked up, desperate for more contact.

"You like watching me fight?"

He was being such a fucking tease, she couldn't take much more of this. She'd behaved all week long and now she just needed to lose herself, turn off all the thoughts in the back of her head. Her voice was low but still audible as she quietly admitted more. "Not just fight, I like watching you win."

She was about to go on when she was interrupted by him roughly capturing her lips, swallowing the loud moan she let out as he suddenly plunged a finger inside her. He quickly added a second, easily sinking them into her wet heat.

He released her mouth and started sucking marks along her neck and chest as he found a steady rhythm fucking into her with his hand, his thumb brushing against her clit as she whimpered underneath his touch. His teeth grazed against her nipple and her walls clenched around his fingers. This, this is what she needed from Vigilante right now.

She was moving against him, angling her hips to try and get his fingers in deeper. He was so close to hitting that sweet spot hidden inside but to her annoyance, his wrist was trapped by the waistband of her shorts and she couldn't quite get the relief she needed.

"Fuck, hold on one second!" She huffed and tugged on his wrist, biting back a whine as he pulled his digits from her and sat back with a confused look on his face.

"Need these off, now." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid the offending clothing off her hips. He quickly caught on and helped her pull them down her legs, flinging them somewhere into the room behind him. He shifted his position on the couch, placing his hands between her knees and slowly spread them apart.

She rested one foot on the back of the couch cushion and the other on the floor as she opened her thighs as far as she could. She was now completely naked and fully exposed to him. He groaned, red-tinted visor trained firmly on her glistening cunt. He unconsciously licked his lips at the sight before realizing there was something important he could ask her.

"Hey. Can… Can I eat your pussy?" He rested his cheek on her inner thigh as he searched her expression for a reaction.

She nearly choked on her own spit at the unexpected filth that just flew out of his mouth. He sounded like he was asking if he could have the last granola bar, not fuck her with his tongue.

It was an enticing offer she had to admit. It had been ages since she'd let someone do that, it never ended up being worth it. But he knew that already and was still offering... She watched his tongue flick out and drag across his bottom lip, his hungry gaze fixed firmly between her legs. The momentary anxiety she felt was quickly shoved to the side as the throbbing in her pussy helped her make a decision. There was just one thing she needed to make sure of.

"One condition."

"Anything."

She hesitated for a second before continuing. "Promise you'll make me cum?"

He seemed surprised by her request but quickly agreed. "That's pretty much the best part, so yeah. Absolutely."

"Say it." She caught his gaze behind the red glass of his visor and they locked eyes.

"I promise I'll make you cum with my mouth."

She sucked in a sharp breath at the way the words just rolled off his tongue nonchalantly before nodding at him, giving him the permission he needed.

He moved slowly, placing light kisses on her inner thigh as he inched his half-masked face down to her core. He gently spread her open with his fingers and she squirmed under his touch. He made an absolutely gorgeous sight between her legs, the exposed half of his face disappearing behind her thighs as he leaned in to taste her, leaving just part of his visor, black fabric, and white and teal stripes on his mask visible.

He gave a few experimental licks, humming softly with appreciation as her flavour hit his tongue. She shifted her hips under him, urging him closer. He started to swirl his tongue around, trying to find that sweet spot he had under his thumb just before.

He finally hit just the right spot, brushing the flat of his tongue against her clit and he felt her respond instantly. A loud gasp flew from her lips as her hips jerked upwards against his mouth. He wrapped an arm across her lower stomach and pressed down, trying to hold her still as he focused his attention on that sweet spot.

He relentlessly ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, relishing the noises she was making in response. She rocked her hips against him and slid a hand behind his head, trying to hold on to something as she writhed against his face. Her fingers accidentally grazed the seam at the back of his mask and he instinctively flinched, pulling back from her. She withdrew her hand as fast as she could.

"Shit, I'm sorry! I wasn't going to take it off, I just needed to hold on to something."

She panted, trying to catch her breath as she pleaded with him. She was so fucking close, she needed him to keep going. "Please, please don't stop."

His tone was cautious. "Just don't-"

"I won't. I'd never."

He slowly nodded. "Okay, I trust you."

She didn't have time to deal with the full implication of his words before he dove back between her legs with confidence. All traces of rational thought flew from her mind as his tongue plunged into her soaking pussy, eager to fulfil his promise.

She fisted her hands in the fabric of the couch as best she could as her hips lifted entirely off the cushions, grinding harder and harder against his face. Her taste flooded his mouth and he couldn't help but moan into her core, the vibrations rippling through her dripping center.

The waves of pleasure she was riding quickly started to reach the shore as Vigilante pushed her closer and closer to the edge. A barely coherent string of curses fell from her lips when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, hard.

When he did it a second time she was sent flying over the edge, crying out and clamping her shaky thighs down around his head as she gushed all over his tongue, lips and chin. His mask rubbed against the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as he continued to lick at her, consuming every drop of pleasure that spilled out. When she couldn't take any more stimulation she lightly pushed at his shoulders and he finally let her go.

He sat back on his heels as he licked his lips and wiped his face clean with the back of his hand.

"Promise fulfilled?"

A lazy smile spread across her face as she basked in the afterglow of his successfully completed guarantee.

"Fuck yes."

She slowly sat up on the couch and looked over at him. She couldn't help but chuckle at the satisfied smirk that was plastered on his face, his adorable dimples on full display.

"Good. That was really fun, you taste amazing."

"Oh yeah?"

She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She could taste herself, rich and heavy on his lips and determined he was correct. She quickly deepened the kiss chasing more of it, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

She sat up further and slid over to him, shoving at his shoulders to push him against the back of the couch and climbing onto his lap. She straddled him, instantly feeling his hard cock trapped through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

She placed her hand along his throat, moving her thumb under his jaw and turning his head to the side in a mirror of his earlier actions.

"Your turn."

Her voice was raspy and thick with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She leaned over and nipped at the soft spot under his jaw, smiling when he twitched and grabbed at her waist in response. His large hands spread across her entire back as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. She gasped as her bare chest was pressed against his, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the hard lines of his muscles.

As long as she kept touching him, there was nothing else occupying her mind but the stunning sight of the gorgeous and deadly man coming undone in front of her. Consequences be damned, she needed this. Right here, right now, she needed him.

She sank her teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder, his nails digging into her sides at the sharp pinch. She continued biting down along his throat and shoulder while her hips found a steady rhythm grinding against his cock, her bare pussy making a mess of the fabric beneath her.

She released his neck and leaned back, placing her hands on his pecs and curling her fingers to dig into his skin. She slowly raked her nails down his chest, across his pecs and abs, decorating him with bright red lines. She scraped across his nipples and he hissed, bucking his hips up into her at the momentary discomfort.

The feeling of Vigilante squirming underneath her was overwhelmingly powerful. She knew he was letting her have this, if he really wanted he could break her hold and throw her across the room. But instead, he held still and behaved, willingly taking the onslaught of her teeth and nails against his skin.

She dragged her nails back up his chest, leaving a second set of marks on him. She quickly ducked her head down and replaced her hands with her lips, trailing soothing open-mouth kisses along the angry red paths she'd etched into his skin. She took her time, licking and gently dragging her teeth along every inch of his muscled torso. She finally made her way back down the waistband of his sweatpants. She slid off his lap to settle on her knees between his legs, tugging on the material.

"You're overdressed, take these off."

He quickly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, tugging them down to free his painfully hard cock and kicked them off to the side. She was shamelessly staring at his dick, fuck he was gorgeous. Long and reasonably thick, it would be a challenge for her but nothing impossible to handle.

"Hey, you're making that face again."

She was very confused. "What face?"

"The face where you stare at me with your mouth open. Your eyes get all glazed over, kinda makes you look like a fish."

He raised a hand and squished her cheeks together into a fishy face. She made an annoyed noise and smacked his hands away, glaring at him.

"Quit it! Do you want me to blow you or not?"

"Um. Yes?"

"Yes, what?"

She leaned forward and grasped his cock firmly at the base before leaning in to slowly lick a slow languid stripe up to the tip.

"Fuck, yes. This. Yes to this."

She slowly pumped her hand up and down his hard length while she licked around the head, watching his eyes flutter shut behind his visor.

He bucked into his hips up her grip again and groaned

She found an alternating pattern between her mouth and hand, hand wrapped around the base as she fluttered her tongue up and down the shaft as she travelled along his length.

She started to swallow more of his cock, testing how far down she could take him. He flexed his grip on her hair instinctively when he hit the back of her throat and she moaned slightly from the tension on her scalp.

"Is this okay?" He asks, voice strained. She hummed in response and his hips jerked as the vibrations rocked against his sensitive hardness. "Fuck. Can I pull harder?"

She couldn't exactly reply properly with his cock shoved down her throat but the loud moan gave him enough assurance she was fine with it.

He gripped her hair firmly and started to tug, sliding her up and down on his cock. He slowly picked up the pace, his hand fisting hard in her hair as he thrust further into her mouth and entered her throat.

His breathing was ragged and heavy, getting harsher as he used her face to bring him closer and closer to the tipping point. She moaned around him, saliva starting to drip down around her mouth and chin. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You know, I thought you were super pretty when we met and I didn't think you could get any prettier than when I made you cum, but this?"

He pushed her down til she nearly gagged, forcing her to swallow him entirely down to the base. He held her there for a moment, just watching her try not to choke.

"Fuck, you look incredible like this."

He let her go and she pulled back, trying to catch her breath. He ran a thumb along her cheek, swiping up some of the spit and rubbing it against her lips.

"Absolutely beautiful."

She braced her hands on his thighs and took a deep breath, then wrapped her mouth around him and slid his cock right back down all the way on her own. He was already teetering on the edge, ready to spill down her throat when she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him hard.

"Oh, shiiit."

He couldn't hold back any longer and exploded over her tongue. She held him in her mouth as he finished, swallowing down every last drop before she released him and watched him twitch with aftershocks, a very satisfied grin on both their faces.

He slid sideways on the couch and tugged her up from her knees, pulling her on top of him. She melted into his embrace and curled up in his arms with a contented sigh. He couldn't hold still, running his hands over every inch of her he could reach and pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and neck. As long as this never stopped, everything would be fine.

She wasn't keeping close track of the time, laying in a foggy haze of pleasure, but after what felt like an impossibly short moment, she felt his cock twitch to life against her side.

"...are you getting hard again?"

"Uh, yeah? Obviously. You're extremely hot. And also naked. It's kind of unavoidable."

She flushed at the compliment. "I just meant it's really soon after you already came."

He blinked at her a few times. "It's been at least fifteen minutes, that's plenty."

She shook her head, making another mental note for the 'weird shit about Vigilante' file when she felt his cock nudge her side again and made a decision. She carefully extricated herself from his hold and stood up, reaching out a hand out to him.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

"Oh, okay yeah. I guess you're tired. That makes sense." He looked up at her, eyes trailing up her body to her face but getting stuck halfway up her chest, focusing on her tits instead.

"No! Vig." She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Not for sleeping."

"...then for what?"

"You. In bed. With me. Together. Awake."

She stood there naked in front of him speaking patiently, staring at his erection and waiting for him to connect the dots.

After a brief pause, he finally had a lightbulb moment of realization. "Oh! Holy shit, yes."

She nodded and he scrambled off the couch, scooping her off her feet and quickly carrying her over to the bed. He promptly dropped her down in the middle of the mattress

She giggled a little at his enthusiasm as she bounced on impact against the soft surface. She scooted back against the pillows and slowly spread her legs apart. He couldn't help but moan at the sight of her on full display for him, open wide and waiting.

As he crawled up the bed to meet her, she focused on the pitch black of his mask and the strip of red glass hiding his eyes. The dark armour was in such sharp contrast to the rest of his exposed and naked form. She was fully exposed to him but he could only show her almost everything about himself. That was more than enough for now.

He gripped the base of his cock and pumped it into his hand a few times before leaning over her. He started teasing the head against her slick folds, gathering some of the wetness.

"Viiiig…" She whined, grabbing at his upper arms.

"Yes?" He tapped his cockhead against her clit and smirked when her hips jolted.

"Stop teasing me!"

"You want me to stop, hm?" He held still for a moment and laughed at her when she immediately pouted up at him.

She bucked her hips forward, desperately trying to nudge his cock further in. "Don't you fucking dare."

He chuckled again and pulled his hips back, thwarting her efforts.

"Calm down. I'm just trying to warm you up, I don't want to hurt you."

She huffed in frustration. "I can take it, just fuck me already!"

He looked at her closely as she glared up at him. Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark, pupils blown out wide with a hungry expression.

"You sure?"

The corner of his lips twitched up into that godforsaken grin. He slid his cock against her folds one more time before lining up his hard length at her entrance. He didn't want to hurt her but if she insisted, well…

She bucked her hips towards him again and practically yelled. "Yes!"

"Alright. Just remember, you asked for it."

He pushed all the way in with a single thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her within seconds. She shrieked at the sharp sting as he stretched her wide open and quickly bottomed out deep inside.

Her noises quickly melted into whimpers and her eyes rolled back as the pain faded and the complete and utter fullness of having him sheathed fully inside her overwhelmed her.

"Damn. I guess you can take it." He held still as she squirmed against him.

"Honestly, I wasn't sure I'd fit. You're so fucking tight. You know what they say, tiny hands, tiny pus-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll fucking shoot you." She reached out and wrapped a hand around his throat as she hissed out the threat.

He was going to wait patiently, give her a few moments to adjust, but that's certainly not what she wanted right now.

"Move, now." She squeezed the sides of his neck along with her demand. For a moment she worried she may have gone too far as he completely froze under her grip but she watched carefully as the outline of his eyes fluttered shut behind his visor and his fingertips dug harder into her thighs with a barely audible whimper escaping his lips.

He started to roll his hips against her, ever so slowly dragging his cock along her walls.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Fuck, yes." Her voice was breathless and raw, and her grip on his neck loosened as she threw her head back against the pillows.

He took the opportunity to wrench her hand away from his neck and grab her other hand, pinning them both beside her head. He leaned over, pressing his chest flat against hers and caging her against the mattress with his body. He peppered small kisses all along her cheek, jaw and throat, anywhere he could reach.

"I meant it, by the way." He panted out, looking down at her. "So fucking tight."

His weight on top of her pinned her to the mattress along with her hands, she was unable to do anything but take what he was giving her. He picked up the pace, the sound of her moans spurring him on.

He couldn't help but smile at the absolute vision underneath him. She was taking him so well, crying out with each thrust and biting down on her bottom lip as she looked up at him with glassy eyes.

"So fucking perfect."

He suddenly snapped his hips up harshly, bottoming out and grinding his hips against her.

"Fuck, Vig!" She practically screamed as she writhed against him.

He had a smug grin plastered on his face as he listened to her shout.

"Hey, do me a favour?"

She squinted at him, this was a pretty strange time to ask for favours. "Uh, okay?"

"Next time you scream my name, can you say the whole thing?"

She puffed out her cheeks, now glowing red with embarrassment. "I am not screaming!"

He cocked his head to the side. "You sure?" His grin widened. "Does that mean you can get louder?"

"I-I…" She stuttered, failing to come up with a reply.

"Yeah? You gonna scream for me?"

Something daring sparked in her eyes as she looked back at him, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Make me."

His expression turned downright predatory as he stared at her and her heart sped up at the dangerous look. He released her hands from beside her head and leaned back. He slid his palms along the backs of her thighs up behind her knees, and he slowly pressed her legs further into the mattress.

"You asked for it." His voice was barely above a whisper but carried the same dangerous tone as his face.

She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he set a punishing pace, every thrust shoving her further into the mattress. The new angle let his cock hit deeper inside her, brushing against her G-spot and making her feel impossibly full.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she clung to him, desperately raking her nails over his shoulders as he pounded into her. Her tits bounced with every pump of his hips, her tender nipples rubbing back and forth against his chiselled chest, sending pure fire through her veins.

He bit down on her shoulder and she yelped, her cunt clenching around him. He groaned as her walls squeezed him tightly, his harsh grip on her hips digging bruises into her flesh.

"That's it, as loud as you can."

At this point, she wasn't sure which was louder, the sounds of pleasure he was wringing from her or the creaking springs of the shitty motel bed.

He slammed his hips back into her and fucked her relentlessly, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He hit just the right spot at the exact moment he clamped his teeth hard around her breast, right over her nipple. The mix of delicious pleasure and sharp pain caused her to shriek the loudest she could.

"Atta girl."

He placed kisses all along her chest and up her neck, mumbling half-hearted nonsense into her skin. She caught random words through the haze of her pleasure.

"So pretty…"

"…feel so good."

"So fucking loud."

Beads of sweat dripped down his temples, his mask sticking to his forehead as he kept up the pace and sent them both hurtling toward the finish line.

"Where do you want…?"

She could barely form coherent thoughts but managed to choke out an answer. "Inside."

He groaned loudly, his hips stuttering and eyes rolling back behind his visor at the suggestion.

"Seriously? Are you sure?"

"It's fine, I'm -ahh- …it's safe!"

She locked her ankles behind him and pulled him as close as possible, holding him in place inside her. Her nails dragged across his back and shoulders, leaving angry red scratches as she pressed every inch of herself against him.

He sunk his teeth into her shoulder in a vicious bite, right over top of the small mark he had left there the night before. The shock sent her flying over the edge, walls tightly fluttering around his cock as she screamed his name and shattered in his arms.

He continued to fuck her through her high, trying desperately to hold on and drag it out as long as possible for the both of them. She felt like heaven and he never wanted to leave.

She was going to scream herself hoarse if he kept going at this rate, so she bit down on his shoulder to muffle herself. He whimpered loudly as she caught the hard muscle between her teeth and she felt his hips stutter as his pace finally started to falter.

"Come on." She whispered encouragement into his neck, "Cum for me, Vigilante." She drew out each syllable of his chosen name breathlessly in his ear before she leaned down and sunk her teeth into the side of his throat.

"Fuckfuckfuck!" He practically howled as he came undone, emptying his aching cock deep inside her. She held him close, peppering kisses along the bite marks she'd left as he went limp in her arms.

He slowly eased his softening cock out and collapsed on the bed beside her, careful not to crush her under his weight. They both lay there for a moment, shaky and sweaty, trying to catch their breath as they floated back down to Earth together.

"You're sure this was okay?" He had sat up and his gaze was firmly lowered on her exposed pussy, drenched in a mix of their cum.

She nodded. "Yeah, it's a whole thing. No kids."

He only hummed softly in response, clearly distracted by the sight in front of him. He leaned over and brushed his fingers against her dripping cunt, smearing his cum against her clit. She twitched, still slightly sensitive and he slowed his pace.

"You're making a mess." She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched his awestruck expression staring at the mess leaking out of her.

Another quiet hum was the only response he gave as he continued to run his fingers through the mix of their combined fluids.

She gave him another moment or two before gently grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.

"That's enough of that, I need to clean this up." She tugged his hand up to her mouth and quickly stuck his fingers in her mouth. He watched in wide-eyed silence as she licked them clean. She released them with a small pop only when no trace of their mess remained.

"Hand me the tissues?"

Vig snapped out of his trance, wordlessly grabbing the box sitting on the nightstand and handing it to her before flopping down on the mattress next to her.

"Give me twenty minutes and we can do that again." He quickly glanced down at the glistening mess between her thighs. "Maybe ten…"

She rolled her eyes as she cleaned herself up. "Again, seriously? Are you sure you don't have superpowers?"

He just laughed and started trailing kisses down her neck, following the path of the bites he had decorated her with. She swatted his face away from her body before he started something she was way too tired to finish. After the day they'd had, she was absolutely exhausted. She rolled over to face him and before she could say anything she failed to contain a wide yawn.

"I think it's bedtime." She carefully extricated herself from his embrace and got off the bed. "Come on, Vig."

"I'm already in bed though?"

She glanced down at the sweat (and other fluids) soaked covers crumpled on the bed he was laying on.

"We kind of ruined the sheets on this one. I'm not going to make you sleep in the wet spot, we'll just share." She climbed into the other twin bed and pulled back the covers, motioning for him to join her.

She moved over as much as she could but there still wasn't much space. Vigilante stood awkwardly at the edge of the bed fidgeting with the duvet.

"You alright?"

"Um, I just …don't usually don't get to stay for this part." He admitted as he cautiously climbed onto the bed next to her.

She snorted at his shyness, finding it deeply amusing that the man who just came inside her was being so awkward about some cuddling. Rolling over to her side, she reached over and gently took one of his arms, pulling it under her head before taking the other and draping it over her waist. She tried her best to reassure him.

“You can touch me, it's okay.”

He shifted a little behind her. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Just don- oof!" She was cut off mid-sentence as he wrapped his arm around her middle and yanked her backwards into his chest. He held her firmly against him and buried his face in her shoulder, folding around her like a cocoon.

"…don't move around too much." She managed to finish her sentence.

"Okie doke." He mumbled in response.

She smiled into the pillow at his silly tone and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body as he held her. "Goodnight, Vigilante."

He placed a small kiss on her shoulder before fidgeting with his mask, then he settled back against the pillows.

"Goodnight."

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A/N: Holy shit we made it, the slow burn is a full-on inferno. Thank you all for sticking through 20k of exposition just to get here 😂 This was such a challenging chapter to finish but I really hope it was worth it and you all enjoyed it! This is just the beginning for these two, don't worry. Please let me know what you think :) Feedback makes my world go round.

PS: I've mapped out the rest of this series, there should be about 18-20 chapters in total. Chapters 7 and 8 are already half done and hopefully there won't be such a long delay between future updates~

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[ryangosking]

Slow

Adrian Chase x female reader.

Summary- You teach Adrian to have some patience.

Warnings- 18+ for sexual content, descriptions of rough sex, cock-warming (kinda), edging (kinda).

Adrian's still there, lying on your bed and watching TV when you finally exit the bathroom. You had hoped that a hot shower would alleviate some of the soreness and it has, but you still find yourself limping across the bedroom.

Adrian's gaze flicks from the action movie playing on the TV. "Shall we order a pizza? I'm starving after all of that fucking."

"Yeah, sounds good." You murmur, gingerly perching on the bed.

"Why were you limping?" He asks suddenly, brow creased with concern. You thought he hadn't noticed.

"Er, you were a little too rough with me tonight Adrian." You admit quietly.

His face crumples in horror. "What?! I hurt you?"

"A little bit, yeah." You say.

Adrian gasps and sits up. "But I thought that you liked it rough....I mean you came, a lot. Unless you were faking. Were you faking??"

"No, no I wasn't." You reassure, stroking his arm. "I DO like rough sex but not....all the time. Sometimes I'd rather we make love than fuck."

Adrian's eyes widen and his cheeks flush. "Make love?"

"Not because we love each other or anything." You say quickly, feeling your own face heat up. "It's just what it's called."

"Good." He snorts. "Because I definitely don't love you. It's not like I think about you all the time or anything."

"OK Adrian." You chuckle.

"And I don't ever think about what our kids would look like."

"Yeah, I got it. "

"They'd have my hair and your eyes." He mumbles, eyes turning back to the TV.

Figuring that was Adrian's way of changing the subject, you turn to get up off the bed.

"Hey." He says, softly, pulling you back by the cord of your robe. "Wanna show me?"

Adrian had come over unannounced, as usual. Voracious, as usual. He had bent you over the kitchen table, not even taking his Vigilante mask off until halfway through, so he could kiss the nape of your neck while he fucked you.

But had held onto your waist a LITTLE too tightly, leaving finger marks. Slapped your ass a LITTLE too hard, leaving a stinging handprint, and it wasn't the first time. Or even the second or third. It was always rough with Adrian and you loved it, mostly, but you felt it might be time to introduce him to a slower pace.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." He says as you straddle him. "It's usually a time saving thing you know, I need to fuck you fast and hard in case I need to rush off and -" He gasps as you gradually lower yourself onto his cock.

As he bottoms out, he looks down to where your bodies join. "You're not going to move." He gulps.

"Nope." You're breathless, stretched out. "Not yet."

He forces a chuckle. "I know that you said slow but.."

"Just wait, Adrian." You say softly, kissing him on his temple and removing his glasses, as he places his hands tentatively on your hips.

Adjusting to his thickness, you clench around him and Adrian's mouth falls open, staring at you dumbly.

"That's awesome." He breathes, slides his hands under your robe. "Can I touch them?"

"Yes." You laugh.

"With my mouth?"

You nod, struggling to keep it together when all you want is to ride him into oblivion. Adrian groans against your breast as you begin to move slowly, rocking your hips. He flicks his tongue over your nipple and you are SO close to losing it, just letting him fuck up into you. You distract yourself with his shoulders, dropping little kisses onto the muscled area.

Adrian's resting his head on your chest now, his curls tickling your skin, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you continue to ride him. You comb your fingers through his hair and he looks up at you, smiling dreamily. "Your cunt feels so good like this." He sighs.

You smile, your thighs starting to tremble as the heat rises at your core. "Adrian...I'm gonna cum."

"Let me help." He says, dipping his fingers in-between your legs, giving your clit a little rub as you start to unravel.

You can't help but speed up your movements, bouncing on his cock and opening your thighs wider, wanting to take as much of him as possible. You feel him thicken inside you as he approaches his own orgasm.

"Oh Jesus. Fuck!" Adrian moans, his fingers digging into the flesh your ass cheeks. "Fucking fuck!"

You hold onto each other, still joined, as you come down from the carnal high.

"Can we do that again?" Adrian pants.

You chuckle and rub your face into the crook of his neck. "You liked it? Going slower?"

"Yeah. Making love." He says softly, kissing your shoulder.

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[pretendfan]

{Roommates} ELEVEN

(A/N: Do not readjust your screens cos yes it’s true, I’m finally back baby! In honour of the very first chapter being posted a whole year ago last month now. I decided it was time to carry on with this ridiculous story cos there were quite a few things left unsaid, but don’t worry I’m here and here it is the first instalment of part two of the series….hope you ENJOY🙌)

(additional: huge, huge, huge shoutout to @powerfultenderness and @likedovesinthewnd for words of encouragement about this story and both helping me along the way♥️)

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x Female reader

(Summary)

Desperately in need of a roommate, your co-worker knows a guy, but why did it have to be Adrian? The guy both annoyed and frustrated the hell out of you getting under your skin from the very moment that you had met him.

But this was only temporary there was no need to complicate things by really getting to know one another or even worse catch feels along the way. Sure it had been a while for both of you but hooking up with your roommate was a terrible idea…

wasn’t it?

(Words)

9k (ish)

(Warning)

18+ adults only: Lots of swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of injuries and blood..

{eleven}

“Fuck.”

Cursing softly at first, you then repeat the word a lot louder the second time around rolling onto your back alone in bed, unable to fall asleep despite the fact that work would be beckoning you in a couple of hours.

Removing a hand from your underwear you admit defeat, there was simply no chance in hell that you would be sleeping anytime soon, and the invitation of a quick orgasm lulling you into any sense of calm escapes from your grasp by the second.

Debating the whereabouts of your vibrator you cannot actually be bothered to look for it, unless a certain someone was to walk in here right now and help you out, otherwise there was absolutely no point.

This right here was definitely becoming an on-going problem, one that you couldn’t either talk your way out of or try to blatantly ignore, all because of your idiotic roommate who was notably quite incredible in the sack.

Granted previous hook ups with others were nothing to write home about, but Adrian had set a new standard, one that not even your right hand could keep up with which was a low blow.

“Fuck!” You snap loudly to nobody in particular because of course you are still alone in the apartment, with your muddled thoughts all leading back to the culprit one who had robbed you of sleep, as well as a orgasm or two but who was counting.

Getting out of bed you grudgingly get dressed again into a pair of grey leggings, wearing an old cropped pink tee you yawn resignedly as you get out of bed and walk out to the kitchen, it was definitely coffee time.

Shaking your head whilst you listen to the coffee machine get to work, you cannot believe that this was your life now, very little sleep and a constant thought stream of Adrian chase.

The guy who had grudgingly agreed to move into your apartment, whilst taking over your life despite not being here right now, actually you had no idea where the guy of your dreams (or was it nightmares) was?

That was the thing with Adrian even though the pair of you were just keeping things light and breezy, a statement that should have raised a hundred red flags, yet here you were still unable to sleep the very opposite of things being easy.

The only time you did ever got a decent night sleep was when Adrian was in the apartment, be it in your bed or on the couch the pair of you laying together, putting the world to right with arguments over the best hot pocket filling and conversations like that.

“You are so wrong though-“

“Ham and cheese, it’s simple but so delicious.” You cut off Adrian with a smirk noticing the horrified look on your roommates face.

“Are you mental?” Adrian retorts then seeing the look you give him quickly adds “I was watching Wayne’s World last night, that line was appropriate for the moment.”

“Well in context I will actually let you off that little remark-“

“Cool! So what were we talking about? Oh yeah, Hot pocket toppings let me tell you what reigns supreme around these parts.”

Having learned long ago that once he started Adrian could easily talk for hours, just one random topic introduced and he was away, but of course you knew exactly how to distract him now with ease.

Either kiss the excited words right out of his mouth, because Adrian could never resist an impromptu make out session, but usually that tactic would quickly lead to you hurriedly straddling his lap as well.

The animalistic urge to get closer impossible to resist, whilst you would feel his cock already getting hard and ready to go, the aforementioned random conversation was usually soon forgotten about as well.

Smiling to yourself you pour a large mug of black coffee, suddenly missing the feeling of having Adrian behind you his face buried in your neck, hands gripping your sides steadily as he told you over and over how hot you were.

It was a confidence boost to say the very least, but standing there right now alone in your kitchen it hits you not quite for the first time, exactly how much you miss Adrian when he isn’t here which was becoming a lot.

But you had complete control over it despite the lack of sleep and ache between your legs, this was all just for fun a statement you’ve used quite a lot, over the time that you have been hooking up with Adrian which was a whole month already.

Sitting down at the kitchen island you place both hands around the large blue mug, with a colourful smile on your face despite the early hour because overall Adrian has been quite the interesting distraction, a very sexy one for sure if truth be told.

Well when he is here at the apartment at least you surmise, because this morning already marked day three of Adrian being AWOL, but you wasn’t at all worried or at least you told yourself that.

Part of the deal was that the pair of you had your own lives, which briefly intertwined and you was completely cool with that, it was just that something felt off with this whole set up.

…was this all too good to be true?

There had to be a reason why Adrian was spending so much time away from the apartment, and you with your needs but of course you had tried to voice all of this previously but to no avail, clearly it was nothing to be worried about right now.

Of course your ex was still hovering over you well the presence he left behind anyway, not that he was dead or anything just that the guy was finally out of your life, or so you assumed thanks to not having to field calls from the asshole anymore.

Things were clearly looking up and you had Adrian to thank for that, being both the rebound that you needed and the fuck buddy slash roommate who kind of stuck to your rules, the ones you had to keep adding to the fridge so he would see them anyway.

Sneaking a glance at the fridge door makes you smile yet again to yourself, it widens even bigger still when you recall an evening when Adrian had come home from work, still dressed in his uniform.

See there were many pro’s to having Adrian in your life, despite the guy being misunderstood by a lot of people you took him quirks and all, because the package deal was truly a fucking sight to behold.

Likewise seeing him in his Fennel Fields uniform usually left very little to your imagination, just like that evening when Adrian had walked through the door, and you had decided there and then that he needed to undress right this second.

“I think you should take off that apron.” You inform Adrian in a sultry voice that surprises both yourself and your roommate.

“Oh, really?” Adrian questions with a smirk whilst untying his beige apron, green eyes staring at you with a playful smirk on his lips.

“Shirt next-“

“Not the sexy hat?” Adrian questions with an arched eyebrow.

“Nope, keep that on.” You wink back at Adrian then add “The trousers definitely need to go next.”

“What are you up to-“

“Be patient and you will see.” You state with a lick of your lips which makes Adrian pull down his trousers hurriedly.

You recall with a wicked grin walking slowly over to Adrian, then getting down onto your knees you look up view obscured by dark eyelashes, as you proceed to make out with his slick abs tracing your tongue gently over the firm lines causing your roommate to groan in response.

Thanks to that memory and quickly recalling exactly what had happened next, you squeeze your thighs together tightly at the idea of something happening again soon, but then you remember that Adrian wasn’t even here to help you out.

Having driven yourself mad by overthinking things to the point that you may never sleep again, you decide this was all fucking ridiculous, but at least you were passing the time between now and work only at what cost to your own needs.

That was the thing for someone who had agreed to all this, you still didn’t know where Adrian went spending time away from the apartment and yourself, unable to not take it a little personally but no one else knew that…

“You don’t need to know.” Adrian would inform you in that monotone voice that signalled the conversation was over.

“Should I be worried-“

“Of course not! I’m a big boy.” Adrian confirms with a sly look on his face then quickly states “ I stay late at work, I hang out with Scott or work friends it’s all good.”

“But the late nights-“

“Erm y/n you are kinda starting to sound like my mom right now.” Adrian informs you with a well-timed grimace that makes you roll your eyes.

“Ok I get it-“

“Well you were the one who wanted to keep things simple, this just makes things easier all round.” Adrian states then with a quick kiss on your forehead, he leaves the apartment without a second glance.

Since that conversation you have left the subject matter well alone, which obviously resulted in all this, whatever this was because there was no way things could get serious between you two…right?

Either way the collection of unnecessary thoughts circling around in your mind were indeed firmly off the table, you needed rid of them and the only way was to have a shower, that idea would at least help you out in one way.

Then it would be hurrying to get dressed followed by rushing to work, straight through the morning and lunch rush because the only good thing about your job, was the satisfying way it acted as a full on disturbance for all your stressful needs.

“Why haven’t you left yet?” Scott asks his unwelcome guest, the one who just wouldn’t get the fucking hint already.

“I can’t move.” Adrian whines from a curled up position, trying to hide from everything and nothing, it was easier for everyone if he just stayed here for the foreseeable.

“Shit excuse dude.” Scott deadpans looking over at his oldest friend, the one who was still not moving from the couch, this could very soon become a problem.

“It’s the fucking truth.” Adrian groans into the couch cushion, his face pressed flat against the synthetic fabric, it was really uncomfortable but he currently deserved this kind of torture.

“You know I asked y/n if you could move in with her, but here you are yet again at my place.” Scott begins his voice dripping with sarcasm as he asks “ Did you two like fight or has your roommate found out how shit you are in bed?”

“I made my roommate cum seven times once actually.” Retorts Adrian slowly moving his head up from the couch, to gage his friends reaction, because the statement was all true.

“Bullshit-“

“A lady never tells, but let me tell you that once I get between her thighs magic happens.” Adrian declares finally sitting up from his position on the couch, even adding jazz hands to back up his wild declaration.

“Ok, I work with y/n I don’t think she would like you talking-“

“Seven times.” Adrian cuts off Scott whilst he pretends to count his fingers, a wide grin playing across his face that kind of cheers him up.

“No need to be smug about it.” Scott quickly declares but then adds with a laugh “You do need to tell her the truth though dude.”

“Y/n already knows that I am dynamite in bed-“

“That isn’t what I mean and you fucking know it, if you valued whatever you have with your roommate then you should be honest.” Scott shrugs back at Adrian who runs a hand through his messy hair in obvious annoyance.

“That’s a big ask-“

“So, what is the deal between you and y/n then? I know you guys are clearly hooking up but here you are yet again obviously avoiding her.” Scott cuts off Adrian with the million dollar question, one that not even he could truly answer, well out loud anyway.

“Im not avoiding anyone.” Adrian begins with a hint of deflection in his voice as he adds “ It’s not complicated, but I’m also kind of protective of both myself and how my secret will eventually affect y/n.”

“Oh, and what secret is that?” Scott asks whilst rolling his eyes in his friends direction.

“Don’t start you already know-“

“Well, you are going to have to tell her pretty soon who you really are.” Scott reminds Adrian in a firm voice, making him feel like he was being scolded and not liking it one bit, so he decided it was time to deflect even more.

“Tell y/n that I am really the dark knight?” Adrian questions with a smile that descends into giggles, because he could be funny too.

“I don’t think she would even believe that for a second-“

“Besides Vigilante’s suit is way cooler by the way!” Adrian practically yells cutting off Scott who grins back at him.

“Yeah but you’re not even Batman famous-“

“In Evergreen I am!” Adrian snaps standing up from the couch as if the is would help get the point across to his idiot friend.

“Hardly-“

“Dude, just drop it.” Adrian states narrowing his green eyed glare towards Scott who looked nonplussed.

“Anyways, back to my original question-“

“Just fucking drop it ok?!” Adrian shouts which actually does shut Scott up, but only for about five seconds.

“Someone has it so bad!” Scott laughs with obvious glee on his face.

“Nope.” Adrian states quickly but then adds for luck “You know I have like zero feelings.”

“Well, this is definitely gonna bite your ass sooner or later then!” Scott mutters in Adrian’s direction with a shake of his head.

“Yeah but that’s something for future me to deal with, right now I’m pretty golden.” Adrian surmises with a laugh clearly but firmly because that was the end of the that discussion.

“Whatever.” Scott sighs back in obvious annoyance.

It isn’t until a whole forty eight hours later that you see Adrian, walking into an empty Karma coffee whilst you were tackling a late shift alone with Phoebe, but finally seeing his face again makes your stomach flip and a wicked grin suddenly appears on your face.

This was just the interruption you needed because work wasn’t fulfilling its purpose, for once in fuck knows how long you couldn’t stop thinking about a guy, which meant that Adrian had been well and truly stuck in your thoughts.

… the whole damn day.

Yet here he finally was looking nonchalant about the whole thing, whilst you wanted to rush around from the counter and pull him into a hug, maybe some soft making out but keeping it PG13 because you was still at work after all.

Both respect and consent were two big deals that you knew had to stay on the table, but whenever Adrian was around all you really wanted to do was climb the guy, messy thoughts leading to you practically having to sit on your hands usually to avoid grabbing him at first sight.

What was it about this guy that made you act so feral?

Right now it was because the coffee shop had been quiet so far this evening, which was a bore because Conor hadn’t left any work for you to do, so instead you were inconveniently subjected to Phoebe talking the whole time.

“Hey, look who has decided to come crawling back?” Phoebe asks Adrian with a wink aimed in your direction, that your roommate choses not to notice.

“Why would I do that-“

“You know why?!” Phoebe retorts loudly which instantly makes you regret opening up to your co-worker, but it was the only way to shut her up, by talking about your own problems cos she was truly a sucker for a woeful tale.

“Hey roomie!” You call out to Adrian going for light and breezy, but ending up sounding more dark and restless so you lean an arm on the counter instead, casually as fuck or so you assume.

“Are you ok?” Adrian aims the question at you with a worrying glance, which instantly makes you move because you were trying to look chilled out not completely unhinged.

“I’m fine.” You begin quickly but then add subtly as an afterthought “ So, where have you been then?”

“Real smooth y/n.” Phoebe remarks with a giggle, but seeing the face that you pull she quickly gets back to stacking the reusable cups.

“Jeez, I’ve just been like super busy!” Adrian states in a sulky voice, which makes you look away from Phoebe to spot your roommate not quite meeting your gaze.

“That’s absolutely fine.” You begin with a nod and then state sharply “ But a text or something would have helped me from worrying, I mean wondering-“

“Missing me in the bedroom were we roomie?” Adrian asks with glee cutting you off with his alarming question, that has Phoebe watching the both of you without a care in the world.

“As if-“

“I hope you haven’t been having too much fun without me? Your collection of sex toys is quite impressive, but I’m the kinda guy who likes a little extra fun.” Adrian cuts you off with a smug look on his face that should be annoying, but instead you feel heat embarrassingly flood your underwear.

“I don’t think that Phoebe needs to-“

“Don’t worry about little old me, I’m definitely not listening to this super private conversation.” Phoebe informs you with a devilish grin that proves the complete opposite.

“That’s because I’m now changing the subject!” You retort quickly and with a swift wave of your hand to also signal that they were now done.

“Are you blushing? That’s so cute!” Adrian smiles at you widely, a heavily dimpled grin that makes your stomach perform acrobatics whilst you subtly squeeze your thighs together.

“Let’s talk about this later.” You singsong back at your roommate complete with a pointed look.

“My bed or yours?” Adrian winks happily which causes Phoebe to cough loudly from beside you.

Noticing three guys all walking into the shop you briefly welcome their arrival, hoping that Adrian would quit giving you that look, the one he usually wore before you dragged him into your bed.

“Well I doubt these three guys want to know all the sordid details.” You state looking to the newly arrived customers, all smiles aimed back in your direction, which clearly puts out Adrian as he stands a little more to attention.

“They might want pointers?” Adrian questions with a wink aimed firmly in your direction, but then he looks back as if he recognises one of the guys, a double look which leads to a firm line tensing his jaw.

“Is this the place where it happened?” One of the guys, you notice wearing a balaclava for a hat begins completely ignoring Adrian as he continues “Was there really a sighting of that douchebag Vigilante here, in this shit hole!”

“Excuse me-“

“Vigilante is not a douchebag!” Yells Adrian cutting you off from your hastily prepared speech about Karma coffee.

“What is with the weird hat you are wearing anyway?” Questions Phoebe eyeballing the tall uneasy dude, with the mustard coloured hat, which was just like you expected a balaclava that he hastily pulls it down over his ratchet face.

“We are here for Vigilante-“

“It isn’t like the guy frequents here for coffee or anything, duh!” Phoebe cuts off the second guy, shorter in height, but with blonde hair in a bun.

“Vigilante doesn’t even like coffee!” Shouts Adrian which makes everyone look round at him, whilst he explains “That’s what I heard, ok, so don’t go and like shoot the messenger or anything!”

“Get lost loser.” States man bun angrily which makes Adrian hold his hands on his hips in retaliation.

“You are definitely going to regret saying that!” Adrian demands unhelpfully.

“Leave him, we are here for the hot barista chicks.” Guy number three announces finally piping up with a creepy laugh, whilst proceeding to cut off an angry looking Adrian who was bouncing on his feet.

“I’m definitely not interested.” Phoebe proclaims once again folding her arms with purpose.

“Like we said hot stuff we’re really here for Vigilante.” Guy with the man bun reminds us like that was a definite plot point in this scene taking place.

“He has been seen several times around these parts, so we are here to have some fun with you ladies until the asshole appears.” Guy number three states with a gnarly grin that makes your skin crawl.

“What did we do?” Phoebe asks indignantly whilst folding her arms, sulking like she was about to have a complete meltdown, which pretty much tracks for her.

“Nothing yet gorgeous.” Guy number two with the man bun declares, quickly followed by a wink which makes your co worker pull a disgusted face.

“This is not happening-“

Before you finish that sentence you notice two things one that an elderly couple have just walked into the shop, and secondly that Adrian was suddenly nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Adrian?” You hiss at Phoebe who shrugs back helpfully, which does nothing to calm your annoyance right this second, where the hell did he go?

“Enough of the pleasantries let’s get this fucking party started!” Shouts balaclava dude pulling out a small gun from under his black hoodie, which causes the elderly couple to thankfully flee right back out of the coffee shop.

“We have nothing to do with this Vigilante dipshit!” You announce darkly at the same time that Phoebe puts her hands up when she finally spots the gun in the room.

“He was seen here?” Questions balaclava guy his voice muffled slightly by the fabric obscuring his lips.

“Out the back of the store, well over a month ago might I add, but we haven’t seen him since.” You retort whilst trying to hide the annoyance from your voice, because this could not be happening right now, where the fucking hell was Adrian.

“Read the news, he’s a busy guy!” Shouts Phoebe again unhelpfully which makes you wish that you were anywhere else but here right now.

“Look.” You begin in a calm voice pushing away all negative thoughts towards your roommate to ask “ We can figure this all out but you will have to put that gun away first.”

“Or what sweetheart?” Questions balaclava guy who grins smugly taking a step forward, whilst you try to stand tall from behind the counter.

“Here we go-“

“Fuck this!” Snaps the third guy cutting off Phoebe, whilst he nudges his accomplice hard on the shoulder as he adds “ Can we talk to the manager because there can’t just be you two little ladies here all alone?”

“Sadly it is just us little ladies who are having to suffer with all this bullshit!” You snap then raise your hands when another gun is aimed at you from across the room.

“Hey, where did your boyfriend that super nerdy guy go to?” Mr man-bun guy asks over you his voice as grating as his appearance.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.” You provide as if everyone needed to know that right this second.

Regardless man-bun had just made a very good point, you think to yourself noticing that Adrian had yet to make a reappearance, even though you could’ve really used his help right about now.

The guy had some muscles and he knew how to use them, well in the bedroom at least you had gained first hand knowledge of that, but clearly right now wasn’t the time for that kind of thinking.

Having literally seen him earlier for less than ten minutes, you couldn’t help but wonder if Adrian was actually avoiding you, chuckling out loud to yourself at the stupidity of your thoughts because the store was literally being held up.

“What are you laughing at bitch?” One of the assholes snaps but you ignore them equally pissed at so many things, seeing how tonight was rapidly turning to shit in so many ways.

“Let’s just cut to the chase here ladies, I want you to empty out the register right now or I will start firing shots-“

“All of this trouble is being caused for a few measly bucks?” Phoebe demands with wide eyes, cutting off the apparent ringleader Mr balaclava, who replies with a cacophony of slurs in return.

“What the hell-“

“I’m getting really fucked off now!” Yells the shortest of the guys, luckily sans gun but the red of his face, matched the colour of his hair and in turn his apparent mood.

…you and me both sir.

Meanwhile Adrian was stood halfway down a conveniently placed alleyway, situated beside the coffee shop, hurriedly tugging down his work trousers to replace them with his suit he would show those assholes.

But first Adrian needed to obviously become less of a civilian and more like his alter ego Vigilante, happy that there had yet to be any gunfire but he needed to hurry up, save y/n and of course Phoebe like the badass that he was.

Recognising one of the assholes from somewhere but unsure where, Adrian quickly concludes that they will be easy to get rid of seeing how inept they were, plus he was also in the mood to exact some pain.

…for protective reasons of course.

Obviously Adrian cared about his roommate and he knew they were both having fun together, but he had needed some time away despite missing y/n late at night, Scott’s words suddenly echoing around in his head like an annoying pop song.

This was where things were actually complicated because he could show y/n who he really was like right now, the idea makes him regret his lunch choice, the feeling that it might reappear causes him to leap up quickly to his feet.

The decision was simple, for now he would continue being both Vigilante and of course Adrian separately, but right this second he has some serious ass kicking to do to protect his roommate.

Combat trousers, black long sleeve and work boots all finally back on, Adrian glances up the alleyway to see if he was being watched, because someone could report him and that was the last thing he needed right now.

Hiding his rucksack behind a green dumpster, Adrian briefly hopes that no one would steal it, because his work clothes were in there, plus some ninja stars that he couldn’t carry.

Not having his full armour because it obviously couldn’t fit in his bag, did put him at a disadvantage of course, but that’s why he trained as hard as he could.

…especially in hand to hand combat.

Debating his opening line Adrian bounces on his feet but stops dead when he hears, the unmistakable sound of a gun being fired, a million and one desperate thoughts litter his mind as he races further down to the back entrance of the coffee shop.

“Was you supposed to do that?” Phoebe asks aiming her question at the balaclava dude, who stupidly just shot his own leg and right now he was on the floor groaning in pain.

“Does it look like it?!” Curses the idiot on the floor sarcasm pouring from his voice kind of like the blood from his leg wound.

“Look, who do I need to call?” You exclaim cutting off one of the other idiots as you forcefully retort “ Either an Uber to get you to the hospital or the cops you decide.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary right now.” A deep voice states loudly behind you, turning round to spot the whole reason why this was all happening right now.

“Oh shit, it’s Vigilante!” Phoebe cries with apparent glee that makes you roll your eyes, why was this masked idiot even in Evergreen still, and not like in jail where he should be.

“That’s the asshole!?” The guy on the floor yells like no one had yet seen Vigilante standing there, arms folded across his firm chest wearing a black long sleeve that was definitely working wonders for him.

You shake your head angrily at that thought, why was it that right now you were checking out the masked guy, and not like grabbing Phoebe instead to make a quick exit out of this place.

“Don’t just fucking stand there and gawp get him!” Balaclava guy snaps causing you to look back at Vigilante who was still rooted to the spot.

“I think we should leave-“ You begin slowly.

“Nobody moves!” Shouts man bun guy moving away from his hurt teammate on the floor, causing Phoebe to step back from the counter and you grab firmly onto her lower arm.

“I think that you guys are finished here right?” Vigilante questions whilst walking straight past you and Phoebe, to vault over the counter despite it being open at the end to land straight on top of the man-bun guy.

“Get him!” Groans balaclava dude trying to get up from the floor, not doing a great job seeing there was a lot of blood around him he must have shot himself pretty deep.

Adrian grabs at the guy he was currently standing on, pulling one of his arms out he then stomps on it firmly, joyous was the screams that erupted from the idiot as he continued to kick the crap out of him.

“Trying to hold up a coffee shop? Pretty lame job guys I think the shooting yourself aspect a sweet twist though.” Vigilante states with a deep laugh that reverberates through his mask emphasising the glee tenfold.

“They were here for you!” Phoebe announces which makes you widen her eyes at her whilst she grins back.

“Well here I am ladies!” Vigilante announces loudly.

“I am going to kill you once and for all myself!” Balaclava dude shouts finally standing up and looking super pissed off as he attempts to swipe at Vigilante.

“Who are you even I-“

“You killed his brother!” Shouts the short redhead angrily as he then states “ And now it’s your turn!”

“Can you at least take this outside?” You shout noticing a group of people standing around by the store front, several holding phones up which were in turn obscuring their faces.

“It’s fine babe I’ve got this!” Vigilante waves off your comment with a cocky shake of his head, which briefly makes you narrow your eyes at the masked idiot despite the fact he was helping you out.

….none of this made sense?!

Where was Adrian in all this? Vigilante’s number one fan boy and he was nowhere in sight, probably got called away by Scott who was off work today, this information somehow annoyed you even more.

“Nothing to see here!” Vigilante announces whilst holding the injured criminal in a firm headlock, before he drops down on the floor pulling a perfected wrestling move, he must have learned from a certain wrestling federation.

“Fuck!!!!” Screeches the guy on the floor no longer caring about his leg wound, because his head had just aggressively met the floor, causing you to look away.

“Should I be calling the cops?” Phoebe asks you, looking a little ashamed as she continues to film on her phone what was happening, whilst Vigilante destroyed the shop.

Sure he was beating the crap out of these guys, who granted were idiots but did they even deserve this, also the masked anti hero had broken a display that you had spent ages preparing the other day.

“I don’t even know your brother who I apparently killed?” Vigilante questions whilst two of the three assailants were laying on the floor, hell you weren’t even sure if they were breathing.

“Wild hearts-“

“Oh fuck, that shitty little crew?”Vigilante retorts incredulously then with a muffled snort adds “The have all long gone, long gone if you get my meaning.”

“I’m calling the cops-“

“Wait, I’m not done yet!” Exclaims Vigilante in a deep voice , cutting you off as he tries to grab the last guy, who was stupidly trying to flee the scene.

“You are making things worse!” You snap clearly over all of this, wishing you could just shut the shop up and leave with Phoebe by your side.

“How am I making things worse?” Questions Vigilante with his gloved hands firmly attached to his hips,head tilted to the right obscured obviously by the ski mask.

“You’ve bought your bullshit back in here and I want you to fucking leave!” You shout angrily considering your idea from moments ago of just fleeing the scene.

“Thank you for protecting me Vigilante, you are such a hero and a badass!” Vigilante mimics your voice terribly as he shakes his hips at the same time.

“Can you just get the fuck out-“

“The cops have been called!” Cuts in Phoebe gleefully then pointing to the masked idiot adds “ You better leave Vigilante.”

“One sec.” Vigilante laments as he reaches one hand into the pocket of his fitted trousers, pulling out something you cannot see until it’s thrown at the guy who was trying to escape.

…huh ninja star, explains a lot.

“What the fuck?!” Cries the last guy to hit the floor, trying to get aforementioned item out of his back without much luck at all.

“I did it! Thank you ladies and gentleman, what a performance?!” Vigilante shouts raising both arms above his head, which briefly causes his fitted black long sleeve to rise up, you feel Phoebe hit you very hard on the arm.

“Can you get-“

“One more thing before I go.” Vigilante cuts you off which makes you fold your arms across your chest, but soon you drop them to your sides, wondering what the hell you were currently watching.

“This is my victory dance!” Announces Vigilante out of breath, hands still above his head as he shakes his whole body it was a sight to behold, truly.

Moments later you hear the chorus to one of Beyoncé’s songs being played out, quickly looking at Phoebe who was pointing back at the masked weirdo, currently gyrating his hips which made you close your mouth.

“My butt, my butt, look at my crazy, sexy butt!” Adrian sings whilst placing both his gloved hands on the back of his ass, as he continues to shake what his mama gave him.

You find yourself unable to look away from what was happening, which was Vigilante dancing like he had not a single care whatsoever, the lucky bastard.

“Adrian would be super jealous right now if he saw your face.”Laughed Phoebe catching the look you make which was apparently a picture to say the least.

“Here are the cops!” You announce at the same time your co worker turns the song off from her phone, causing Vigilante to stop dancing like he was in a dance club and not a coffee shop.

“That’s my cue!-“

“Thank you Vigilante!” Phoebe cuts off whatever the masked guy was going to say, instead he salutes the both of you then races out the back, hopefully that would be the last you ever saw of him again.

“I better go talk to the cops.” You begin stepping out from behind the counter, avoiding the three guys all groaning on the floor, being especially careful not to slip on the blood either.

“Think I need a moment!” Declares Phoebe with a low whistle escaping her lips as she states “That was so hot, I need to call Vince and see if he’s free now I’m horny.”

“From all this!?” You question your voice sounding disbelieving despite enjoying the ridiculous dance that Vigilante had performed a little too much yourself.

“Don’t judge!” Pouts Phoebe but it soon transforms into a grin when she adds “ I bet if Adrian was here right now you would be all over him.”

“It’s not like that-“

“Sure, you are just friends who now hook up, the greatest idea that has never gone wrong in the history of ever.” Phoebe retorts quickly complete with a smug smile to finish off her statement with a flourish.

“Yeah, just friends.” You announce flippantly whilst watching, as two uniformed cops finally walk into the shop, taking in the ridiculous scene around them.

…it was going to be a long night and you really, really, really didn’t need this bullshit right now.

With a smile that just wouldn’t quit, Adrian believes that earlier tonight had gone so well, sure he had originally been there just for his roommate but the final payoff had been immense.

A bunch of losers looking for Vigilante when he was right there, literally under all of their noses, it was too perfect he just hoped that his roommate now appreciated the masked vigilante a little bit more.

Adrian knew that he shouldn’t have felt so smug about all this, but he just couldn’t believe his luck, so much so that he had spent a lot of time this evening hunting other criminals.

…why waste a good run of luck when things were going so good!

Smirking to himself under his mask he just couldn’t shake off how happy he felt, gone was the stupid idea of him hiding away from you, Adrian could just continue to be himself and no one else would be the wiser.

Only difference now was that he was hooking up with you, he clearly cared about y/n despite telling everyone otherwise, but Adrian could in no way ever tell you the truth about himself.

Well not anytime soon anyway because he wanted to protect you, and in turn himself definitely not wanting you to get hurt for his own actions, also how could he even begin to explain everything to you.

Scott liked to joke that it was so obvious who Vigilante was, but Adrian knew he had a pretty good track record at hiding his endeavours, it was just that he needed to play this well and somehow make his BFF proud.

It was moments like this quite late at night, that he found himself wondering about Chris Smith, because Adrian missed the guy so much but he was also glad that you were still around.

Scott however usually scoffed at Adrian whenever he bought up his real bff, citing that his oldest friend was still around, and his crush was rotting in some prison somewhere.

Granted that was true but Adrian hated the idea of Chris being in trouble or even worse dead, that was the final thought that made his smile slip of his face, how had he even gone from thinking of you to this?

Locking away those thoughts somewhere in the back of his mind, Adrian goes to call Chris it was a habit he still had yet cut out, listening as it goes to voicemail reminding him that he also missed hanging out with Eagly as well.

Shoving said phone back down deep into his pocket, he ponders the idea of bringing home a pet back to the apartment, wondering if you would be cool with either a guinea pig or something way more exotic.

Adrian stands up from his position on the curb, considering his idea for a moment but then thinks better of it, as he imagines a tiger for example wrecking the apartment which wouldn’t go in his favour for sure.

…more importantly where would he even get a tiger and at this hour of the night, it was impossible.

“Thank you officer for the lift back.” You tell the female cop who grins back friendly, brushing some curly dark brown hair from her face, and with one final wave she disappears from view.

Wow, and you thought that Adrian was the masked Vigilante’s number one fan? He had nothing on this woman who short of keeping a scrapbook, knew an awful lot about the masked maniac’s coming and goings.

Telling you how others teased her on the knowledge she held, the guy was an obvious psychopath of course but he was interesting in his movements, oh and hey did you see his ass?

Not like literally of course but your mind betrays your bad mood, by recalling the moment that Vigilante had won and broke out dancing, shaking his cute butt like his life depended on it.

…was it wrong that the aforementioned image was now a core memory for you?

Chucking down your bag at the same time you shake that very thought away, you recall why you was still in such a mood, oh yeah it was because of your roommate.

Where the fuck was Adrian? Seeing how he had just left without even saying goodbye, was he in trouble or like you kept suspecting just avoiding you.

What had you done? Everything was cool from your end of things, what was wrong with Adrian, did he think the sex was bad or something between you.

That thought makes you stop directly in your tracks, on your way through to the open plan kitchen, fuck had Adrian gone cold were you acting too needy or something for him?

Ok you were back to spiralling all over again, when in fact you should be angry at Adrian for leaving you at Karma coffee, because something bad could have actually happened earlier tonight.

Now that’s the thought which leaves a sour lump in your throat, what if the guys holding up the coffee shop had actually been competent in their field, leaving yourself or Phoebe injured or worse in their shitty efforts.

Luckily Vigilante had happened to appear at the right time, which was also suspicious but you knew Evergreen was filled with idiots and psychopaths, even though this specific one did kind of save your life.

…once again.

Taking a deep breath you feel overwhelmed with your thoughts, so take a seat on the floor instead of the stool beside you, placing both of your hands flat on the cold wooden surface you ground yourself.

Usually evenings working with Phoebe were spent listening to her talk on and on, she spoke enough for both of you sometimes, during those moments when you needed quiet most of the time.

Instead tonight had been a complete mess which left you feeling a little lost, not to mention how you were going to explain everything to Conor tomorrow, he would find out a way to blame you for all this somehow.

You chuckle to yourself when you realise that more than anything right now, you wished that Adrian was here with you for a cuddle, seeing how he gave the best hugs understanding the cue when you needed comfort most.

…which was super sweet, because he knew your needs even better than you did sometimes.

Remembering that he wasn’t even here to yell at makes you angry all over again, was he playing games or just being oblivious, clearly you didn’t know the answer which makes you silently scream into your hands.

Fuck this, you needed a shower to wash away the events of tonight, hopefully Adrian would be back by the time you were finished, then you could finally have some kind of a talk with him.

…maybe even finish the night with some make up sex.

That was what it actually boiled down to, you were still frustrated of course and the past couple of days hadn’t helped one bit, so all you needed was one night to make things right.

Apparently this was clearly asking too much when you finish drying your hair, leaving it messy and curly to match your feelings, because of course Adrian wasn’t back yet.

But this wasn’t good enough for you, because it was about time you finally had some answers, otherwise you would not be sleeping again tonight which was not an option.

Fine if he wanted to play the avoidance card then you would try and get his attention, despite the fact you had been doing the exact same, but that didn’t matter right now obviously.

Calling his number only leads to Adrian’s voicemail, where you were seconds away from leaving a message, but instead you call him another five times in a row all yielding the same result.

…where the fuck was he?!

Scott watches the TV through both of his hands which were poorly shielding his eyes, Karma coffee was on the late night news, whilst Adrian was sat next to him narrating over the reporter what had taken place.

“Vigilante saves the day yet again this evening, but sadly there were no casualties not even one bad guy died, which was a little disheartening-“

“I can’t actually believe this!” Scott cuts off Adrian loudly as he continues “How the hell is y/n because I know she was working late tonight?”

“Well that’s the thing…” Begins Adrian with a loud sigh which causes his friends eyes to widen but he soon consoles Scott as he states “oh no she’s fine! Still pretty sore at Vigilante but I will soon win her over.”

“That’s all you have to fucking say?” Scott asks with a firm punch to Adrian’s right side as he adds “ Please tell me the whole story, plus why the fuck are you even here and not with your roommate-“

Scott stops talking when he hears his friends annoying ringtone, some Britney Spears song that made him want to rip out his own ears, but that was a whole other thing.

“Who is it-“

“I better take this.” Adrian declares with a blank look on his face, closely followed by a loud audible gulp which makes Scott grab the TV remote to mute the news.

Staring at the phone screen you cannot believe your eyes, when you notice that Adrian had actually answered the call, his voicemail hadn’t kicked in after eleven rings so that was actually him speaking.

“It’s you!” You announce in a way more softer tone than you were originally going for in your opening statement.

“Hey y/n how are things?” Adrian asks you trying to go for smooth, but it falls pretty flat even to your own ears.

“How am I?” You retort sarcastically the fact you had been happy to get hold of him, was swiftly replaced by that anger you had been holding onto quite tightly.

Hearing muffled voices on Adrian’s end you can clearly make out Scott’s voice, warning his friend about something, quickly followed by a door closing loudly.

“I’m alone now-“

“Are you at Scott’s?” You demand cutting off whatever your roommate was about to say whilst surmising “So you skipped out of Karma without even saying goodbye to me, when moments later the actual store was held up!”

There is a far too long pause ,which makes you look at your screen to make sure the call was still active, what the hell was Adrian playing at?

“I-er I had to go to work I was running super late, wow the shop was actually held up how are you?” Adrian replies eventually complete with stumbling his words, leaving you with a brief sense that this guy was indeed talking absolute crap.

“So you do care then? Well your fanboy crush Vigilante came and saved us somehow-“

“Oh, shoot did I miss Vigilante?” Adrian questions quickly cutting you off yet again, which was still very fucking annoying.

“Yeah, if you had stayed at the shop you would’ve seen your fave anti hero, maybe even had time to get his autograph.” You state voice filled with venom, because this was not going how you had expected it to.

“I don’t carry my autograph book everywhere with me-“

“That was sarcasm, how could you have left me, I haven’t seen you for days and then you fuck off again?!” You snap cutting off Adrian this time, who you then hear sigh down the phone, like this call was an inconvenience for him.

“Honestly I was just busy.” Adrian laments in a low voice which makes you roll your eyes as he states “ I genuinely had to work, I’ve been busy, I thought I was being breezy.”

You cannot help but laugh after Adrian says this, but then you quickly imagine his face that kicked puppy look which made you want to protect him, but was he telling the truth?

“I think I should crash at Scott’s tonight-“

“I think that you should to!” You yell hanging up the call on Adrian, feeling nowhere near less angry than earlier, which meant yep you guessed it.

…fuck all sleep.

Your mind was wide awake as you fought with your own thoughts, stuck staring up at the living room ceiling, laying on one of the couches instead of your own bed.

It wasn’t as if this was a serious relationship or anything, but you both needed boundaries that went without saying, especially seeing how today had been an unmitigated disaster.

…yet despite all of this you still would kill to be in Adrian’s arms right now, what the hell was wrong with you?

Closing your eyes you cannot help but imagine Adrian laying down next to you, no wait him sitting on the couch with your head on his lap, gently stroking your hair whilst his other hand rests low on your hip.

…ready to move lower at a moments notice the thought makes a soft whine escape your lips, making you roll onto your front to bury your face in much needed embarrassment.

Thanks to the ludicrous events back at Karma coffee, both yourself and Phoebe are rewarded with the next couple of days off work, and you didn’t even have a speech prepared to thank everyone.

Clearly you were still in a bad mood over everything, how had things been so good recently and then all this shit suddenly happened at once, what’ve you done to deserve this?

The last time you had heard from Adrian was a day and a half ago, so you were granted free rein of the apartment, still annoyed that you had woken up in a horny frame of mind this morning.

It was like you had arrived full circle all over again, which surely meant that this cycle of shit was now over, despite the fact that you were still super frustrated and overwhelmed.

Go figure that anger acted just like an aphrodisiac, of course only in certain cases like right now, because you were truly finding it hard to cope without your mind drifting back to your roommate.

It was hot and you felt like you were on fire, even after having a cold shower but this clearly wasn’t just because of climate change, nope it was because you just needed a real good fuck sesh.

The kind that takes takes your breath away and makes you feel helpless, like whoever your were having sex with was relentless in their efforts to make you orgasm, Adrian liked nothing more than to watch you fully lose it.

A grin spreads across your face one that soon disappears, when you remind yourself you are alone, and taking some time away from your roommate which included not thinking about him.

But that was the thing especially being stuck at the apartment, all you could think about was Adrian his things were all around the place, and you still felt like there was some unresolved words that needed to be said.

Of course he was hiding out at Scott’s place, why you wasn’t exactly sure maybe he was embarrassed he had left Karma coffee, leaving you with a psychopath and three idiot criminals.

Besides none of that actually mattered when it was too warm for clothes, the thought had crossed your mind to just walk around naked, but Adrian wasn’t here and you didn’t even know when he would be back.

Piling your hair into a messy bun, pretty sure that you had even missed a few strands of hair but there was no one here to impress, so you decided to wear a dark purple lace bralette and underwear to complete the look.

Walking back out of your room you decide to make yourself useful, obviously you needed a distraction seeing how work wasn’t on the cards, so it was time to sort out and fold your clean washing instead.

…rock and fucking roll.

Either way this would help keep you occupied for at least a few minutes, and take your mind off thinking about Adrian, how much you wanted to shout at him and then let him bend you over the couch.

Focus you remind yourself carrying on with the task in hand, until you come across a super faded black tee shirt that most definitely wasn’t yours, which meant that is must be Adrian’s.

Holding the tee shirt up makes you grin cheekily, the fabric was very soft and there were chipped red words on both sides, which were both funny and ridiculous.

“Don’t do drugs.” You announce out loud reading the front of the tee, then as you switch it round quickly state with a quick giggle “Do me.”

The very image makes warm heat throb rapidly between your legs, as a delicious thought sharply enters your mind, wouldn’t it actually be great if Adrian appeared whilst you were wearing his tee shirt.

Before overthinking it you pull the soft tee shirt over your head, pretty much at the same time that there is a loud knock on the front door, unable to believe your luck you head through the kitchen.

Sure Adrian wasn’t one to knock on the door but maybe he wanted to apologise, which would be music to your ears, and then the real fun would finally begin.

Too caught up in the idea that it actually was your roommate, you ignore the fact you were wearing a tee that just covered your ass, complete with cute lacy underwear underneath and open the front door desperately.

…go on guess who it was!?

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Summary: You're attacked at home, while Adrian is out, and it's the first time you've gotten blood on your own hands.

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, canon-typical violence, gore descriptions, blood mentions, gun violence, I don't know how guns work, shock, murder, home invasions.

Word Count: 2k

Request: Can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!innocent!civilian!reader where she’s Adrian’s girlfriend and they’ve been living together for years (in Adrian’s apartment). Maybe someone that has a grudge against Vigilante somehow finds his apartment, but only Y/n is home (Adrian is out on a mission with the team), so Y/n has to try to defend herself without him there (I imagine he has probably tried to teach her how to defend herself, both with a weapon and just in general, but she still isn’t used to violence like this). She ends up pulling the trigger on the person trying to hurt her, and that’s when Adrian gets home (he probably got notice that she was in trouble). Y/n is takes it really hard as she is not a vigilante, assassin, nor is she an agent, she’s never even so much as hurt a fly before + Adrian calming her down from a panic attack?🥺

A/N: This isn't a one for one from the request, but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

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You hummed along to your playlist, the kitchen speaker playing a touch too loud. You were alone in the apartment tonight, again, and the up-beat tunes thumping throughout the room helped ease the stifling quietness of the space. You didn’t really mind being alone, found solace in the time, plus it helped you get work done. But after living with Adrian for a few years, the quiet was too loud. He was always humming, singing, laughing, talking. His noises were endless, and you were so accustomed to them that you found the silence strange.

The song ended as you finished cutting the broccoli, and in the few seconds between the songs you heard the tinkle of breaking glass. You gripped the knife more harshly, and focused on your breathing. It sounded like it had come from the bedroom, which was your first bug-out place. 

When you’d moved in with Adrian, he’d told you the truth of who he was. It had been a lot to process, and sometimes you still struggled to connect your goofy boyfriend to the masked vigilante that was wanted for murder. Despite your insistence that you wanted to be left out of the “Vij” stuff, as you loosely referred to it, Adrian had countered that you had to learn self-defense basics. When you had agreed, it had snowballed into defensive and evasive moves, bug-out spots in the apartment, how to use a gun, how to use a knife, where all of the weapons were hidden in the apartment, and most recently, the secret alert message letting Adrian know something was up. 

You grabbed your phone, shooting him the scooter emoji, before shoving it back into your pocket and fumbling beneath the sink for the pistol that was hidden there. As soon as you felt the cold metal, you yanked hard, scraping your arm against the wooden cabinet edge, and fled quickly to the pantry. It was small and cramped, a shelf was digging into your spine, and if you moved at all bags would rustle. You tried to stay still, wishing you hadn’t been playing the music so loud, so that you could track the intruder’s movements through the apartment. 

Your stomach growled in the darkness, and you stifled a groan. You were starving, and had waited until you were almost too hungry before starting dinner. It was dumb, of course, to be worried about that now, when there was a good possibility you would die. You sucked in a sharp breath, the realization washing over you harshly: you could die. 

Lana Del Rey’s rasp filled the kitchen, permeating even the pantry with soft promises of freedom, and you felt dampness on your cheeks. You didn’t dare move to wipe the tears, didn’t even bother to stifle their flow. 

The loose tacks in front of the kitchen, the attached carpet to the living room, pulled loose from the cat, squeaked tellingly. Your eyes slipped close, and you pulled the safety off the pistol. Thankful, for the first time, that Adrian had made you do blind-folded practices. 

“Turn that shit off.” A gruff voice called from deeper in the apartment, and a voice closer to you huffed in agreement. You heard a cord being ripped from the wall, the music suddenly cutting off, the clattering of the speaker to the counter. Your hand trembled, shaking the gun. You tightened your hold, and prayed they’d just leave.

“I don’t even see him.”

“He ain’t here.”

“You said he lived here.”

“He does.”

“But he ain’t here.”

“Guess we’ll wait?”

“Someone is here.” 

“We’ll find her.” 

You attach no meaning to the voices, they’re disembodied, gruff and talking about you. They’re talking about you, finding you, and they’re talking about Adrian. Your best guess is they want to hurt him, because he’s Vij. Your worst guess is that they’re old friends of his, here to surprise him. 

You hold your breath as one of the men walks closer to the pantry. The handle of the door pulls tight, wiggling in the frame, and you pull back the hammer of the gun. The click is masked by the soft pop of the door opening, but your gun shot is loud. It rings out, echoing in the small pantry, blasting your ear drums, announcing your presence in the kitchen. 

The man before you, clad in black, face covered, falls to the ground. You try not to see the blood pouring from his chest, try not to hear the wheezing, rasping, drowning noises he’s making. In a different room, you hear cursing, running. 

You hold the gun up, and aim about chest high. When you see black you just pull the trigger. You don’t wait to see the mask, you don’t wait to hear him out, and you don’t look at him as he crumples to the ground. You step carefully around the two men, avoiding the dark red pools surrounding them, covering the white tile of your kitchen, and you run to the bathroom. You lock the door, and slip into the tub. You grip the pistol hard enough that the circulation begins to cut off in your fingers, and you’re shaking hard enough that you don’t think you’d be able to aim at anything. 

It feels like hours, sitting in the tub, bawling your eyes out, freezing cold and starving like you wouldn’t believe. You’re trembling, exhausted, when there’s a tentative knock at the door. You can’t lift the gun, the fight drained from you completely.

“Jelly?” Adrian’s voice calls from the other side of the door, muffled from his mask you assume. “I got your text, are you okay?” His voice is strained, tense. You’re guessing he’s seen the kitchen, and the gun clatters to the floor. You’re lucky it didn’t go off, but you can’t think about it. You jump up from the tub, hitting your knee and elbow on the way up, and run to the door, unlocking and throwing it open in one movement. 

You’ve launched yourself into his arms before you can make sure he’s okay, before he can make sure you’re okay. His arms curl around you, too tightly, a knife handle is digging into your ribs, and the fabric of his suit is itchy, but for one moment none of that matters.

“You’re okay?” Adrian asks again, pulling his mask from his face, his hair matted down, sweaty. You nod into his shoulder, not wanting to speak, not sure if you could.

“You’re in shock.” Adrian explained, smoothing his hands down your bare arms. “That’s why you’re freezing. Let me get you something.” He offered, his voice as soothing as any balm. He tries to untangle himself, but the loss of contact brings tears to your eyes. It’s unstoppable, the stream pouring down your face. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Jellybean, I’m right here. Come with me.” He tried again, lifting an arm around your shoulders, leading you to the bedroom. He stops in the doorway, and angles his body in front of you. You know they came in this window, and you assume there’s glass everywhere, but you’re thankful Adrian is trying to shield you from the worst of it.

“Let’s see, a big hoodie, and comfy sweats. Need a stuffie?” He asked, pushing his glasses onto his nose as he moved quickly around the room. It was a mess, overturned shelves, and broken things. You nod silently. He shoots a strained smile at you, before packing a few into a bag.

“Where are we going?” You managed to ask, the first words you’d said in hours, and the effort hurt your throat.

“Hotel. Nicest one in town. We’ll come back in a few days. Can you find Katy Purry? We’ll take her too.” You nod, hating yourself for not having thought about your cat during the invasion. You stumble out to the living room, and find her beneath the couch. You grab her quickly, and head back to Adrian, your heart thumping uneasily.

He looked up as you entered the room, and rushed to you. 

“Oh Jelly, I’m so sorry. Come here.” He cooed as he smashed you to him again. He’s just in his undershirt now, the wicking material slick against your skin, but you pull him in tighter. You aren’t sure how long he held you, but you knew when you pulled away that it wasn’t long enough.

“Come on, let’s grab something to eat, and then we can stay anywhere you like.” He ushered you out, hitting the light as he went. He got you into his car, the Sebring a comfort, and loaded the trunk up while you got cozy in the front. Katy Purry normally had a carrier, but you hadn’t thought of grabbing it. Hoping Adrian had remembered. 

“I placed an order for all of the sushi, so I’ll just run in real quick to grab it. Then straight to the hotel. There’s that new Holiday Inn? Or the Hilton? Those are nice, right? Did you know that I’ve actually only stayed in shitty motels, so anything is a step up. Like, you’d think that the government would splurge on a nicer place for us, since we stopped an alien invasion. Anyway, I’m rolling the red carpet out for you, girl. You’re gonna be treated like a queen! Is room service a thing? I have no idea.” His rambling was pulling you in, dragging you back to the ground. His excited monologue lulled you to sleep, your eyes drooping closed, your head leaned back onto the seat. 

You awake only when Adrian is shaking your shoulder. You’re alone in the dark car, pulled into a spot near the door. Your lap is cool, no longer being inhabited, and while you can smell tempura in the air there’s no sign of sushi.

“Where-” You began to ask, but Adrian shushed you. Opting to help you out of the seat, and closing the door for you. 

“You did so, so good, Jelly. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much, and I’m so, so sorry this happened. I’ll be more careful. I’ll never come home as Vij again.” He declared, helping you through the parking lot, your side tucked carefully against his. “I don’t know what I’d do if they had hurt you. I…” He trailed off as you entered the lobby, seemingly lost in thought as he tapped the elevator button.

“You don’t have to say anything else, Adrian.” You told him, resting against his shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault.” He scoffed in response, rubbing a hand down his face.

“We’re moving, first thing. Your name on the lease, and I’m gonna cool it on the Vij stuff for a while.”

“You can’t, Adrian.”

“Yeah, I can.”

“Vigilante is important.”

“Not more important than you, Jellybean. I mean it. No more missions, no more patrols. At least for a while.”

“Not long, Adrian. I won’t let you just stop what you love.”

“It isn’t forever. Let’s just focus on you, right? You’re the one who had…Well, anyway, I’ve got a cuddly cat and more sushi than ten people could eat.” He told you, pivoting away from the harder conversation. It warmed your frozen limbs, how he’d rushed right to you, doted on you. You wished he wouldn’t shoulder the guilt, but knew there was no talking to him right now. Not that you wanted to. What you wanted was to demolish your food, curl up in a bed that wasn’t yours, and watch shitty Food Network shows until you passed out from exhaustion. The best part, of course, was Adrian right by your side, his dimples guiding you back to sanity. He kissed your forehead before he unlocked the room. He held the door open wide, and you walked in, somehow more in love with him than you were even moments ago.

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A  R E A L  H E R O | s e v e n

You move to Evergreen for a fresh start, you’ve inherited your grandparents’ place, and then you meet the sweetest guy. But there’s a duality to him, something a bit darker. Then you meet Vigilante, a killer anti-hero who just looks out for the safety of Evergreen, but the dangerous side of him appeals to you more than you care to admit.

》MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT《

Pairing: Vigilante x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit; smut; vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), angst, brief mention of Vij being tortured, trust issues, is he keeping secrets? 

Length: 6.7k

p a r t  7  |  s t i l l  h e r e

A/N: I KNOW it’s been forever but I’ve never forgotten about him I promise you, this will continue! <3 Please, as always, let me hear your thoughts!

The people at work had been more challenging to deal with since you spent so much time trying your best to hide your injuries with caked-on makeup, and you had never been asked so many questions in your life nor did you really have answers that anyone really found to be satisfactory. They assumed you weren’t telling them the entire story, and that’s just how it was sometimes when it came to people you worked with; overly nosey just because their lives hadn’t been as interesting as yours. You heard all of the disgusting rumors and obviously not-so-quiet whispers of you moving away and being whisked away by a budding romance only to have it all turn sour as your new boyfriend was an obvious woman beater. You wished they had more creative minds, and yet you were thankful they didn’t initially assume you were stuck in the middle of a romance with a cape of all things. 

Fuck, you hated it here sometimes. 

As you continued your work day, you brushed aside everyone giving you all of that fake pity as they asked you if they could do anything to help you, or just the absolutely pathetic lines delivered by poor old Bradley. He tried, you’d give him that, but it made you cringe to even hear him attempt his usual shtick. You ignored him and tried your best to ignore his attempts, but at the end of the day, you made the brisk walk back to your car as you reached into your pocket, your fingers gripped around the object that made you feel slightly more at ease. But even underneath the fear you felt walking alone, your mind immediately went to Adrian. 

How was he doing, was he holding up okay? You had become more wrapped up and worried for his well-being ever since connecting the dots, but you trusted him to keep his usual lifestyle without making much change. He'd lasted this long without you, he didn't need you to survive and that wouldn't change now, you were the only thing that may have changed his outlook on being more careful with his identity, but it would be some getting used to for you both. 

You drove back to your newly acquired place back in Evergreen, picking up some food on the way since you were too exhausted and had no desire to cook a thing. You bobbed your head to the music as you pulled into the driveway of your place, and you felt a sense of comfort as you walked up to the door and happily unlocked it. It was a long time since you felt at peace like this when you walked through your door, so you needed to enjoy it while you could, but for now, you needed food and quickly. 

As you sat on your sofa, freshly washed from your shower as you held the bowl of food up to your face as you stared intently at the television, your phone buzzed beside your leg several times. You peeked over at the screen and saw that your friend from your old town had messaged you after weeks of no contact, her texts seemed as if nothing happened and all was well between the both of you. Of course, you felt that you should respond to see how she was, but the number of times you reached out to her and got ignored was too many times to count. You felt as if she was upset that you moved, but whatever the reason, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to see what she wanted. 

With one hand, you swiped open the screen and began your conversation, but another message came through from Adrian, a normal occurrence after you’d gotten home from work.

Hey, you get home okay? I totally spaced out since I was working on a new campaign for D&D. Adrian :) 

You smirked and replied back quickly, letting him know you were doing okay, then you asked about his day and the campaign he had going on but then were met with silence for a bit. 

It didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary, you both respected each other's time apart and loved that you could easily rely on Adrian to respect those boundaries, it made you lean back against the cushions and smile. You hated how warm and fuzzy he made you feel so quickly, but you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t like it either. Sure, it had come with unexpected baggage, but what kind of person would you be if you denied that part of him? He was perfect in every sense of the word, and you cared a great deal for him. 

When you sent off another text to him, you told him that you had to sleep for work soon but you were going to think about him tonight before bed, then sent a few of the emojis he liked to use in every conversation. You laughed to yourself and sighed as you clicked back on the text your friend sent, you wondered how you’d reply to it as you sat there and mulled it over for a few more minutes until you decided to go on a small tangent before hitting send, You didn’t think about it much after that and decided to head to bed. 

You slid in between the covers and nestled comfortably into the pillows and looked at your phone one more time, you saw nothing from Adrian and something in your chest ached. ‘Don’t get bent out of shape, he’s probably busy, there are things he could be doing, calm down.’ There was no reason to worry about anything, you were just overthinking and just needed to rest, relax your mind, and focus on anything but being one of those clingy girlfriends. Oh boy, that was a thought you didn’t expect, you were someone’s girlfriend, even after you swore that you didn’t need anything serious after moving into a new place, you needed to get things in order and settle in before doing something so stupid so quickly. Yet it happened and everything unraveled so quickly, the quickness of how everything happened had caught you so off guard that you hadn’t even thought of it in terms of how other people would view it. How would that sound when you told the story of how you met? 

You surprised yourself with a laugh and shook your head. Who gave a damn what other people thought? This was for you and Adrian, this didn’t involve others, and you decided that was the best option. While you lay there and tried to rest your mind, your eyes fluttered closed and tried your best to drift off, but it was almost impossible. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the shifting of your lattice wall panel outside of your window, nor did you hear the sound of your rooftop creaking slightly under the pressure of someone's footsteps. You stretched your arms out as your eyes began to feel a bit heavier, yawning and oscitant, you released a yawn and tried to allow your body to fall into a state of comfort. Well, you tried anyway, until you heard the sound of your window opening slowly. Your entire body froze for a split second, but as soon as you confirmed that it was your window you heard moving, you instinctively reached for the baseball bat that leaned against the wall and lept out of bed. 

There was no time to turn on your lights nor was there much light being let in to begin with, and all you could see was a hulking silhouette. “Get the FUCK out of my room, you fucking–”

“Wait! It’s me! Shit!” Adrian’s voice sounded out in your room and it caused you to freeze and drop the bat. 

“Adrian Chase, you absolute fucking– GAH!” You reached over to flip the lamp on and saw him with one leg still hanging out the window, his hair disheveled, and glasses askew. You took a deep breath and groaned. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Adrian, what the hell! You can’t just crawl into my room without so much as a warning, I’ve been kidnapped you know! That sorta triggers someone to be on the defensive!”

He turned around to close your window and turned back to look at you, the gears turning in his head. “Oh, man, you’re right, I didn’t even think about that… Shit, I’m sorry.” He held out his arms and gave you a crooked grin, one that almost looked like he was being more mischievous than apologetic. 

Your heart rate slowed down and you shook your head, you walked over to him and scoffed as you clung to him, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. “You fuckin’ goof, I coulda clocked you with a bat.”

“I’ve had some pretty bad hits, don’t worry about me,” he replied coolly. And you didn’t doubt that. 

When you pulled away, you looked at him and smiled, knowing you couldn’t really be too mad at him, just a little though. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He was wearing a shit-eating grin. “Well, I was out, you know, doing some super cool stuff,” —a top secret way to say he was beating the hell out of someone tonight– “and after I got back, I just thought, how cool would it be to climb up the side of my girlfriend's house and surprise her with how romantic I am? Like how in that one movie where the guy climbs through that girl’s window, well, you get the point.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm, the look on his face was too pure. “Adrian, that’s actually really sweet, but I gotta sleep for work tomorrow morning. As much as I’d love to spend more time with you…” 

His eyes widened and his features lit up. “What if I just lay with you? Nothing sexual,” he held up his hands as soon as he saw you make a face, “just wanna sleep next to you. Sound okay?” 

Your lips pursed and you thought about it, and you had agreed in your head almost immediately, but the look on his face when you didn’t respond immediately was too priceless, so you decided to tease him a bit more. You brought your hand to your chin, tapping it in thought while you paced back and forth, and it didn’t last long until Adrian groaned and threw up his hands.

“Oh come on, babe," he huffed, “did you wanna?” His voice almost sounded like he was pleading, so, so close to begging. 

With a growing smile, you walked back up to him and grabbed both of his hands, then you pulled him toward your bed. “I suppose when you ask so nicely, I guess I could let it slide. Kick your shoes off anywhere.”

Adrian did as he was told and placed his shoes off to the side of the bed and kicked his jeans off, leaving him in his underwear and his tee shirt, then he placed his glasses on the bedside table while he slid in beside you and enveloped you in his arms. When you laid back against him, your head rested on his chest and you heard his heartbeat, so you closed your eyes and just listened to it. Neither of you said anything for a bit, the serenity of just existing with each other after everything you’d been through was a level of acceptance you didn’t know you needed until tonight.

“Thanks for this, Adrian,” you said softly as your hand continued to caress his arm mindlessly. 

He moved his head a little and made a little hum. “For what?”

“Coming over, just doing this, being here.”

Adrian smiled and gave you a gentle squeeze as if to say he was there for you always, and it made you laugh a little. “Thanks for not bludgeoning me to death with your bat and letting me stay over,” he replied. “Very nice of you to let me keep my knees.”

You snorted and sighed. “It’s a pleasure. But seriously, this is nice. I missed you today, was a little worried when I kept texting you, figured I scared you off.”

He snorted and sighed. "That's not gonna scare me away, try harder than that. Well, actually, don't do that? I kinda don't want to–"

"Shut up, Adrian," you laughed. 

As he lay there, Adrian had known this would affect you both, but he hoped you didn't see any of this as being too overbearing. Did you live your life, go to work, and worry about him constantly, or did you worry about your lack of safety and wanted to change your mind? Why would you want to go through that constantly, wouldn’t that become tiring for you? Would that drive you over the edge and make you push yourself away from him? He remembered that you both made the choice, you were incredibly clear on that, but there was always that little nagging voice in the back of his head that made him rethink these choices. You had wanted to be with him, you said it yourself, that was all the proof he needed. 

A small breathy laugh followed. “I missed you, too. I just didn’t wanna bother you when you got home from work, wanted you to relax, enjoy it, ya know?”

“I get that, I appreciate that, too. Just gotta get used to the odd hours you keep sometimes, that’s all.” You nuzzled your body closer into the crevice between his arm and his chest, and you had found the perfect spot in his embrace, and it didn’t take long for you to start feeling that pull into unconsciousness. “Tell me about your day.”

Adrian moved his head to where his cheek was resting on you, and he began to recount his day to you. “Well, work wasn’t too exciting like always, but it went by quickly, so I figured since I was still feeling up to it, I had wanted to see if I could get another campaign set up for us to play if you ever wanted to try again, then I wanted to patrol for a bit. Needed to get out some energy. But all I could think about was you, weird how that is now. All I could think about was getting joy from making Evergreen safe, but now that’s not my only priority. Now I get why the whole secret identity thing is such a big deal, it–”

He stopped talking as he listened to you, the light and steady sound of your breath was the only thing he could hear. You had fallen asleep in his arms as he spoke to you, so he figured he could tell you a story about one of his heroic tales from his game, but he had only gotten a little into the story until he let out a yawn. Within moments, you both lay quiescent in the darkness of your room, and it was a brief blissful peace you could enjoy while it lasted. 

*

It had been a solid six months of dating Adrian and it was a whirlwind of emotions, but every day you swore you'd never change a thing about the relationship you guys had. There hadn't been anything as exciting as your kidnapping that you had been a part of, but you were thankful for it. Adrian had begun to come over more often, you had gone over to his place, and he had even met some of your coworkers at one point when he kindly offered to drive you to and from work when your car was in the shop. Everything had felt right. 

And it had stayed that way for a while until someone from his old life came back and changed everything. 

Adrian was working a shift at Fennel Fields while you were at home doing some last-minute touch-ups around the house. It was getting to be later in the year, and even though it was still quite warm, the colder weather would be coming soon, so you had made sure everything on the outside of the windows would hold during the winter months. 

This meant you were too busy to get the exciting barrage of text messages from him, excitedly telling you that he saw an old friend back in town that he thought would be locked up for another twenty-six years, but he was there in the restaurant. When he spoke about Peacemaker, immediately your mind went to the question of why this person was in prison for the past four years but figured since he was friends with Vigilante, it made sense. Maybe he wasn't as safe about his identity as Vij was, so you chalked it up to that for the time being. 

‘Okay, calm down! We can talk more about it if you want after your shift. I can make your favorite to eat ♡’ After you hit send on the message, you waited until he texted back, which was almost instantly. 

Adrian agreed to your offer and went back to his shift. So you finished your work outside and began getting some food ready. 

By the time it was done and you were washed up, Adrian was walking into your place with a large smile. He shuffled into the kitchen as he saw you grabbing two plates from the cabinet and wrapped his arms around you from behind. 

"Hey," he greeted sweetly as he kissed your cheek. 

"Hey babes, how was the rest of your shift?"

"Holy shit, Y/N, it was the most surprising day I've had in a long time! My best friend Chris was there in full uniform and everything with some group of people I've never seen, but he was out of prison, which I hadn't expected at all."

"Oh Chris, you've mentioned his name before, Peacemaker, yeah?"

"Yeah! Peacemaker himself! I'm so fucking stoked I got my best friend back! Only thing is, well…" his words trailed off as he looked down in thought. 

"What is it, Adrian?" You brushed his hair away from his face. 

"Well, he doesn't know my identity, I want to keep myself safe and he doesn't know me personally, just as Vigilante."

“Oh, that's not too much of an issue, maybe try to hang out with him as Vij, at least. Maybe he needs his friend right now, someone familiar.” You smiled and continued to fix up your plates, but he still seemed to be on edge. 

You had learned not to force Adrian to talk about things he didn’t want to or didn’t know how to really converse about, but he would get there on his own like he always did. So you walked around the kitchen island and set everything up, but he refused to move from where he rested on the counter, his mind spinning with so many thoughts. 

And he knew that you were right; Chris probably needed a friend when he got back home and Adrian could totally provide that! Only thing was, what were friends supposed to do in situations like these? He had never gotten incredibly personal with Peacemaker, it was always 'go after the bad guys and do what needs to be done, shoot up the appliances afterward'. Either way, he figured he’d head home and get all gussied up as Vigilante to pay his friend a visit when he could, but right now, you were right here in front of him looking absolutely perfect in your outfit. How hadn’t he noticed it before? Adrian was curious if you wore it for him, but what fun was it to focus on that when he could easily focus on getting you out of it? 

He walked beside you and grabbed the cup from your hand and set it aside, then he turned you to face him while he slid his knee between your legs, spreading you open quite easily. Your eyes widened but you didn’t dare stop him when he had that look in his eyes, it was familiar and one you’d grown accustomed to after all the time you spent together. You could read him well enough and you pride yourself on that, especially since you’d been told that he wasn’t always the most predictable kid, nor was he the most liked. 

You reached your hand up to place on the back of his neck while he pushed himself forward, he couldn't help but hover over you as you leaned back uncomfortably against the counter, but you wouldn't complain about it. His eyes stared down at you over the frames of his glasses, making you feel restless under his gaze. 

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" You asked sheepishly, curious to see where he’d take this. 

Adrian only smiled as he nuzzled his face against the side of your neck, his nose and lips gently brushed against your exposed throat while his hand slid on the other side of your neck, and the sounds you let out were melodious to him. You were getting so worked up with something as simple as this and it was almost pathetic with how wet you felt already, but could you blame yourself when his hand was so close to your throat?

“Do you trust me?” A quiet whisper beside your ear.

“Yes,” you breathed quickly. 

He was almost taken aback by how quickly you answered, but it shouldn’t have surprised him, he knew you’d do just about anything for him. “Good.” His mouth lowered onto your skin and began to kiss you along your jaw while his hand easily slipped in through the front of your pants, his fingers found the hem of your underwear and slipped beneath them quickly. Your back arched as soon as you felt the tip of his finger glide across your clit, and your eyes widened while your hand grabbed his shoulder in desperation. 

“Fuck, Adrian,” you gasped as you sucked in a breath of air. His fingers worked you like magic while he continued to bury his face against you, kissing you everywhere he could. 

When he got to the neck of your shirt, he immediately lifted it out of the way and began to grope you through your bra while he nipped and licked at your breasts. Pawing at you like he was in heat, it was an incredible feeling. It felt almost rushed as if he needed to be inside of you before he exploded, so you attempted to help him by reaching for the buttons of your pants, but he moved quickly and snatched your wrists, he pushed them against the counter, and he held them there while his mouth went back to licking your nipples that poked out from the top of your bra. 

Your legs shifted as you tried to ignore the building feeling between your legs, the amount of wetness that you could feel cling to your inner thighs made you feel like you needed to get out of your pants immediately.

“Baby, c’mon, let me take them off,” you begged, your skin already feeling flushed and hot as he continued to use his mouth. He didn’t respond just yet, instead, he bit your nipple ever so slightly. “Adrian!” you gasped out. 

He smiled as he pulled back and sunk to his knees, his eyes still staring up at you intently while his hands got to work and began to get rid of your pants, then he stopped when you stood there in your half taken off shirt, pulled down bra, and your soaked underwear. 

“You look so beautiful like this,” he exhaled in awe. He saw the look on your face as he complimented you, catching you off guard while he rested on his knees for you. He loved being like this, worshipping you as much as he could if you let him, he knew the pain of waiting all too well, all he wanted to do was take you and claim you when he could. Taking his time though? Worshipping your body with every inch? He fucking craved it, much like he did now. 

His fingers pushed aside your underwear and he tested you again, slowly slipping a single finger inside you. Your leg moved to welcome him in deeper, your head hung back, and you sighed heavily with the simple touch. He would start slowly and slide in one or two fingers at a time, watching as your juices coated his hand and the entirety of your thighs, watching it drip down with intense interest. It pained you how slow he was going but you’d loved it too, the intensity as it built up in the pit of your stomach sent you into a frenzy. When he pushed that third finger inside of you, your legs were getting weaker, your legs wobbled and almost gave out beneath you, but he was there to catch you with one hand still knuckles deep inside of you. 

“Ooh, seems like someone needs to lay down, can’t handle it?”

“I ca-can handle it, I just need to– ahh fuck!”

His pace picked up for several fast pumps, and you were thrown off as your mind went blank, you couldn’t think of what you were about to say. Of course, he continued as if he’d done nothing, his eyes stared up and watched your expressions shift with each thrust inside of you. 

“Come on,” he said suddenly as he stood, then removed his fingers from your aching core and sucked them off. “Wanna go somewhere comfortable?”

You didn’t respond to him in words, you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him along with you as you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, his laughter and yours filled the room while the food sat untouched on the countertop of the kitchen island, but neither of you could have cared less. You pushed him onto the sofa and watched as he leaned back with his legs spread for you, he looked so good like this, laying there as he looked up at you expectantly, wondering what your plan was next. Your hands made it to his jeans, fumbling with them to get them off, then you pulled his shirt over his head, though both of you struggled momentarily while his glasses fell off to the side. You smiled as you pulled him into a kiss, your tongue pushed past his lips to swirl against his, and your hand reached back to grasp him through his underwear. You slowly moved your hand up and down his shaft, the feeling of the fabric not as bothersome as could be expected, but he really wanted to feel your mouth on him instead. But of course, you smirked down at him while you continued to take your sweet time.

Adrian groaned as he throbbed in your grasp, wanting to feel the warmth of your hand on his skin. "Is this payback for me teasing you in the kitchen?" He chuckled as he bucked his hips upward into your hand. 

"Possibly," you grinned and squeezed his cock gently. He let out a sigh that made you even want to blush. 

But what you didn't anticipate was for Adrian to suddenly force his body to slide down off of the sofa to where he sat on the floor with his head still resting on the cushion, his hands easily keeping your thighs in place, your dripping sex hovering just above his face. He was quick and maneuvered easily, he was so strong to hold you so still as he didn't allow you to move, but you looked almost horrified as he held you there. 

"Adrian Chase, what are you doing?!" You gasped. Your underwear was still on but you knew that wouldn't stop him. 

"I'm gonna try something a little different, is that okay?"

You nodded and watched in wonder as you tried to keep your composure. When he allowed your weight to sink down, you panicked a little, never having sat on anyone's face before. 

"Adrian, are you sure?" You asked nervously. 

He didn't even give you a response with words, he practically tore at the side of your underwear to move it aside as you hovered closer to his mouth, so he just went for it. His mouth was on you and his tongue had felt so deeply pushed inside of you, his hot breath on your already soaked folds made your eyes close as your head lolled back, enjoying each moment. 

It was hard to remain upright as he placed several sweet kisses along your inner thighs, but what really got you to twitch in his grasp was the kiss and the quick swipe of his tongue against your swollen clit, the feeling of having it throbbing while it rested on his tongue before he kissed you again was so overpowering it almost sent you forward. You had to lean forward to grab onto something, anything, so your fingers latched onto the edge of the sofa though it wasn't all that steady, it was something to ground you and to keep you from falling anywhere. 

His mouth, as always, worked like magic on you and once he began to stroke circles over your clit with the pad of his thumb, well it was all over for you. It didn't take long to get that intense feeling in the pit of your stomach, your hands holding onto the sofa for dear life as you tried your best not to squeeze his head between your thighs from the sheer pleasure you were experiencing. 

"Fuck, Adrian, I can't– oh my god, I can't hold– ahh!" Your eyes squeezed shut and you clawed into the cushions while you came onto Adrian's eager tongue, the rocking of your hips slowed, yet his hands never released their grip on you. He continued to clean up any wetness that spilled from your inner thighs, the sensitivity now making you want to jolt in laughter while you still attempted to catch your breath. 

"Christ, I can barely move…" you sighed as you leaned forward, your weight was supported beneath still while you leaned against the back of the couch. "You're amazing."

Adrian shuffled a little and suddenly you had been lifted upward as he slipped back onto the couch, you hung on for dear life, but it was over in an instant. "I've been told that and I never get tired of hearing it," he smirked while he wiped his chin off. "So you can keep going if you wanna." 

You snorted and collapsed onto his chest to breathe a moment. "Yeah, sure, I'll always be there to inflate your ego a little further just so I can see you float off into the distance."

You both shared a moment of laughter as you both lay there for a moment, Adrian allowed you to get your breathing under control until he shifted beside you, and your eyes immediately glanced over to him. That smile he wore always made you feel as if there was nothing to worry about in the world, and the way he looked at you spoke legions of the time you’d spent with him. You couldn’t believe how deep you’d fallen for this guy in the time you’d known him, but you wouldn’t change a thing even if someone offered you all the money in the world.

*

It had been a few days since your last encounter with Adrian, and he hadn’t really texted as much as you expected him to, which wasn’t the end of the world, but it was still strange nonetheless. You had gone to work and did your usual routine, but whenever you’d checked your phone, there had been no response. Maybe he was just caught up in some Vigilante business and you definitely wouldn’t get in the middle of that, so you continued on and tried to not let the radio silence get to you.

But how could you NOT let it get to you? He was always so vocal about having you check in with him ever since the kidnapping incident that you just found it to be second nature, so when he hadn’t responded to you in a couple of days, you pushed the worry down deep within and stewed on it. 

By the end of day four, you were at wit's end and even slightly more terrified than usual to go outside at night on your own, which seemed almost ridiculous to think about. Just because he wasn't responding didn't mean the worst happened, but if something DID, what did that mean for you? 

You walked back to your sofa and plopped down onto it, a drink in one hand with the remote in the other, your gaze fixated on the screen before you. You had stopped checking your phone after day three, you had figured something came up and left it at that, you wouldn't worry about too much if he was maybe trying to save his own identity, you had come up with so many scenarios that all of them just sort of stuck in your head at once. You sipped at the beverage and wallowed, it was what you did best in times like these. 

It wasn't until you had been dozing off that your body jerked up in response to a sound coming from your front door, a heavy and frantic pounding. You gasped and jumped to your feet, your hands reached for the first thing that you could swing at someone, which unfortunately was one of your long floor torch lamps. At least it was cheap and easily replaceable. 

The knocks came again and you heard muffled talking, a familiar voice, and you took a deep breath and released a sigh. "Adrian," you breathed. 

You swung the door open and saw a blonde woman sitting in her car, watching as Adrian stood there at your doorstep, looking absolutely pathetic as he stared at you with sadness in his eyes. The car took off and you watched in silence, then you looked back at the man before you, unable to piece together what the hell had happened. 

"Adrian, what–"

"Can I come in? Please?"

You sighed and stepped aside and set the lamp down once you shut and relocked the door, but you almost wanted to scream at Adrian for keeping you so worried, yet you didn't and easily kept your cool. But when he walked through the door and into the living room, you couldn't help but notice a small limp he suddenly had. 

"Adrian," you gasped with all anger set aside, "are you okay? What happened?" You were at his side almost immediately as you slipped your arm around his waist to allow him to take some weight off his foot. 

Adrian looked away from you and didn’t even want to bring his gaze to meet yours as you walked him to the bathroom, where you had him sit on the chair you had in the corner, a little corner set up just for emergencies like this. You didn’t push him for anything else after that, you just grabbed the first aid kit you purchased with him in mind, then slowly removed his shoe. As he winced and bit back a loud yelp, you took it slower and placed the shoe off to the side. 

When you saw the damage, it wasn’t entirely terrible, but how the hell did he have this sort of wound to his pinky toe? You were desperate for answers but even now, after six months, you’d never press him, though he could easily tell how pissed you were.

“Look, babe…” He sighed and still couldn’t bring himself to look at you fully without wanting to look away. “I was on a mission, shit went south really quickly and I got out, that’s it.”

“Adrian, I didn’t hear from you in four days, and I don’t mind that we don’t see each other, but hearing from you to make sure you’re okay IS important. I was scared something happened to you!” You poured a bit of rubbing alcohol on the wound and Adrian groaned as he shifted in his seat, but you ignored him and began to gently pat at the skin around it with a washcloth. 

He pushed up his glasses and looked down at you as you continued to help him, your hands always gentle as you took care of him. It didn’t really dawn on him that messaging you was important, he figured you’d understand that he was busy, but hearing how worried you’d been over him had made him feel guilty. Was this how it was going to be with someone, someone who actually cared, leaving them behind and worried sick? He hated that feeling, he never really thought about it so in depth until now, he got that knowing him could have put you in danger, but he never really thought of the emotional aspect, why would he? 

“You’re right,” he breathed, “I’m sorry. It was shitty of me, but I wanted you to be safe, I couldn’t contact you because I– fuck.”

That’s when you finally looked up at him and realized just how haggard he truly looked. The red-shot eyes mixed with how dark they’d been underneath, he hadn’t slept well in a few days, tops. “Adrian, what’s going on?” Your voice was soft and for a moment, he almost poured his heart out to you because of the face you gave him, but he stopped.

“I can’t say…” was all he replied with. 

He looked ashamed, but you felt more hurt knowing that he possibly couldn’t trust you. “Is it because of your identity?”

Adrian sat there and thought about it for a moment, and couldn’t really rule that out entirely. “Sort of, but there’s more to it. I would LOVE to tell you, honest, they just said I couldn’t…”

You let out a sigh and nodded, knowing very well that pushing this would get you nowhere nor would it do any good for either of you. "Just tell me one thing," you sighed. 

"Yeah?"

"Tell me you'll be careful, I really don't want anything to happen to you."

Adrian sighed and looked down at you again once you sat back on your knees, his foot now properly bandaged and his shoe had been placed off to the side. You stood up and held out your hand for him, he took it and tested out walking on the floor. He smiled as he looked up at you with a grin, and you wished you could return it with the same enthusiasm as he offered, but with a sigh, you had tried your best and offered him a grin. 

"Can you try not to almost lose a toe the next time you go out?"

Adrian nodded quietly and wasn't sure how to continue the conversation after all of this, so he walked over to the doorway and leaned against it to keep the weight off of his foot. 

"So uh, if you're okay with it, could I stay here with you? I understand if you don't want me to, I just uh, I don't wanna be alone…" Adrian had a difficult time admitting this, but you were the only other one who truly saw him in such a vulnerable state. 

You didn't want him to think that you would turn him away, you could never, so you offered a small smile and opened your arms to welcome him. "You know me, I wouldn't ever not want you to stay over, Adi. Come on, I’ll get you something to eat, you hungry?” You grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Adrian gave a sigh of relief and followed you out of the bathroom and leaned a little onto your side. “Thanks for everything, babe.”

You felt that usual warm and fuzzy feeling you usually got with him being around. “Of course,” you replied with a smile, but deep down, you felt uneasy.

Not about him, but about everything going on with Adrian, and you wondered if it was just a passing feeling. You chuckled to yourself and disregarded the thought, and it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. You figured everything would be fine. 

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[clueless-ghost]

Laughter is the best medicine

• Synopsis: A compliment to the girl who never laughs—and a not so sweet reminder that everyone saw that.

• Pairings: Adrian ‘Vigilante’ Chase x Fem!Reader

• Warnings: Cussing (extremely light and at the end), Fluff w/ Mild Angst, Somewhat Unedited

• Word Count: 489 words

• Request: This was requested by @v1gilantes1ut (on discord)

• Author's Note: Today we (Me and Atlas) are going to be trying a different format. This is a story and not just headcanons! {Atlas (@ashlynxmylove ) typing and here to say this is really Ghost’s work so love them up please!!

You were part of Task Force X during project Star Fish so you were used to some stuff, but you were never prepared for someone like Vigilante. Easy to say, it was a big change from the people you usually have missions with.

Vigilante likes to joke around more than others—a lot more than professionals. You weren’t here to laugh though. Maybe he was, but you weren’t. In fact, keeping your laughter down was skill you, very proudly, paraded around, extremely proudly around Vigilante.

He took that personally.

You somehow never noticed he took it personally, even if the hero that is Peacemaker did. Frankly, he was glad he got Vig off his back for a bit, and when a new mission came along Peacemaker was the first to recommend that you and Vig do it.

So that's how you ended up getting sent out with Vig for that mission. Thrilling.

Truly, thrilling.

It was very peaceful at first, just driving around in the "Vigilante Mobile" looking for a bad guy. You guys didn't really get a good description of the man, but you know he's, “A very sketchy looking man,"—which truly didn't help.

It was dead quiet in the car until Vig opened his mouth.

Thank god.

Not that the conversation was bad! Because it wasn’t, it really wasn’t! But quiet is good sometimes!

"What do you call a fish with no eyes?"

Silence from you—spoke too soon.

"A fssshhhhhhhh.”

He takes a quick glance at you and sees a smile creeping on your face. It was cute? It was cute.

The terrible jokes continued on for a solid 2 minutes.

"What do you call a pig doing karate,” Vig adds finally.

"No idea," you say.

"Pork chops!!" Vig blurts out, trying not to laugh because of his own joke.

Somehow, that‘s the joke that got to you.

You started laughing.

You actually started laughing.

Laughing at something stupid and laughing in front of Vigilante, but it was really laughing.

"Your laugh is really cute,” Vig says bluntly, “like really cute.”

You don’t quite know why, but that makes you snort,, and that makes him laugh.

And that, that was cute. At least, that’s what you thought. Thought it enough to make you stare at him in delight.

"Can you two like not?" Economos says through the earpiece you both have in.

Oh shit. OH SHIT. HE KNEW, THEY KNEW, EVERYBODY HEARD THAT. THEY HEARD THE WHOLE THING. THE. WHOLE. THING.

"We got more information about the person you are looking for, so now please stop being so awkward and do your jobs."

You quickly grab your phone to see the information Eco sent to you—and several texts from Hardcourt telling you to, "just make him shut up already."

You sigh as you read all the things sent to you,

Vig noticed how your mood changed so quickly again.

In another life, maybe, you would be his girl.

The end

Ending Author’s Note:

Thank you again to Atlas for proofreading and re-writing bits and pieces, I couldn't have done it without you, and ofc thank you to the person who requested this! I hope you liked it!

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Catharsis: Chapter 10

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

A/N: We’re getting closer to the end! We’ve only ot at least two, maybe three, chapters to go! Thank you all for sticking with me during the mental and emotional release of writing this story. It really means a lot to me! 💜

CW: Reader gets to have fun this chapter. Social alcohol use in celebration, cutting loose and getting drunk, heavy flirtation, drunken flirtation, drunk shenanigans, hangovers.

Word Count: 4,247

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Chapter 10: (Crossposted to AO3)

On Saturday night, the group took you out to O’Rourke’s Sports Bar. Since Adrian had wanted to change into nicer clothes for the night out after you said you were dressing up, Chris picked him up to run him home after Leota and Harcourt arrived at your place for some girl time.

Since they had Ubered over to your place from the Overview, once you were ready, the three of you shared one to the bar, where you met up with everyone else. No one wanted the responsibility of being designated driver for the night since everyone wanted to cut loose with you. Even Amber came out after finding out about it from Chris on Friday night, wanting to celebrate with you. You didn’t mind, you liked her and needed some new friends. Since her divorce was almost over, she had been around more often these last couple of weeks.

It was still dark out Sunday morning when you woke up. Despite still being somewhere between buzzed and drunk from the night out, you had awareness of your surroundings. You recognized that it was your bedroom window you were looking at. You recognized the smell of your bedding and the feeling of your bed under you. That kept any panic you could have at bay, especially since you didn’t remember getting home. You knew it was Adrian, that much you could be certain of. The plan for the end of the night had been worked out before anyone started drinking since Adrian had insisted on it. You and Adrian would Uber from O’Rourke’s back to your place; Harcourt, Leota and John would share one back to the Overview; Chris and Amber would share one back to his place. You had no reason to think Adrian deviated from the plan, you just didn’t remember it happening.

Trying to figure out what happened could wait though. You really had to use the bathroom.

You started to sit up, slowly just in case a headache or wave of nausea decided to hit, when you came to a sudden stop. It felt like something heavy was keeping you from going further. You looked down, expecting to see yourself tangled up in your covers like you sometimes did after a night of drinking. Instead, you saw you were laying on top of the covers and there was an arm draped over your waist.

You blinked.

You stared at the arm for a while, as if trying to comprehend what you were seeing. The hand at the end of the arm was relaxed and resting on the bed next to your stomach. Your eyes moved up from the hand, following the lines of a well-defined forearm and bicep until you needed to turn your head to look over your shoulder.

Adrian was laying behind you on the bed, sound asleep and snoring softly. You weren’t really being held by him, nor were you really cuddling. While your bodies were touching, it was just enough for you to feel his presence there. His forehead was the only part of him that had direct contact with you, as he was resting it against your upper back between your shoulder blades. It almost seemed like you two had been laying there, fell asleep and he turned your way. You were both fully dressed, only missing shoes, your jacket, and his sweater. The standard things you would take off before sleeping in your everyday clothes.

You sighed with relief, your head dropping back to the pillow. At least you both weren’t naked. While that wasn’t an idea you were opposed to, you at least wanted to be able to remember it should that ever happen.

With that figured out, your back teeth were floating, so you needed to get to the bathroom.

Carefully, you slipped out from under Adrian’s arm without disturbing him. Quietly, but quickly, you made your way out of the bedroom. Luckily, you had sobered up just enough this was still fairly easy to accomplish. You held onto everything still, but you weren’t stumbling.

As soon as you were seated on the toilet, you started trying to remember that happened last night. Everything got really fuzzy after Chris bought the third round of whiskey shots. Thinking back, every shot after the first one had been a bad idea on your part. While you had eaten a good-sized meal there at the bar before starting to drink, you didn’t have much of a tolerance for hard liquor now. You didn’t have it very often anymore. The beer was fine. You could handle beer still.

A distant, fuzzy memory floated up then of doing a round of tequila shots with Amber.

So that’s what did it.

Groaning softly, you rubbed your eyes. Based on how you were still more on the drunk side than the hungover side, you judged you’d had a few more shots after that, plus a lot more beer.

Another memory popped up in your brain right then. It was fuzzier than the other one, but you remembered it well enough to make your eyes go wide.

When you, Harcourt and Leota had met up with everyone at O’Rourke’s, you discovered Adrian and Amber had saved a chair between them for you, which is were you sat. After the shots had gone from whiskey to tequila, you started complaining to Amber about how the chairs in bars always got so uncomfortable once you were drunk. Her response was to lean in close and whisper, “You should sit on Adrian’s lap. It’s much more comfortable.”

It made perfect sense at that moment. Who here would know better than her? You declared that Amber was the Smartest Woman in the Universe, stood up, turned a little, and sat across Adrian’s lap, with one arm draped over his shoulders.

Amber was right. Once Adrian got over the sudden surprise and actually relaxed under you, his lap was a much better place to sit than those stupid chairs. He even rested his hand at your hip after a little while.

Even though you were alone in a dark bathroom, you hid your face with both of your hands. Your face felt like it was on fire.

Fucking tequila.

Still not the worst thing you’d ever done while drunk. Not by a fucking long shot. But still, it was the principle of the matter at this point.

Another memory floated up to the surface then, just as hazy as the last one, but at least this one wasn’t mortifying for you.

At some point while sitting on Adrian’s lap, you realized he had brought a knife with him to the bar. That wasn’t necessarily surprising though. He always carried some type of knife on his person, even if it was just a pocketknife. But this one felt like it was one of the larger varieties he had. Those he usually didn’t carry unless he was Vigilante. That piqued your curiosity and you asked him about it.

“Big knife?” he said, blinking up at you with drunken confusion. “What big knife?”

“That big knife,” you said, as you moved your leg to rub your thigh against what you felt through his jeans.

Adrian’s whole body suddenly spasmed violently under yours.

“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned loudly, which made everyone start staring at him, including you. His face went bright red. “I - uh…y-yeah. S-silly me, that’s totally what it is. A-a knife I f-forgot I had and not anything else that may, or may not be, in my pants,” he said, talking so fast that you had barely kept up with it in your drunken state. “J-just a knife, that’s it. Nothing else in my pants. Actually, I-I better take it out to the Seb- no, we Ubered. Fuck. Shit. I-I-I’ll be right back! Don’t go anywhere!”

You remembered Chris laughing loudly as Adrian clumsily deposited you back in your chair as he stood up. Everyone watched him rush through the bar and out the door, heading outside. You were completely lost about why this was such a big deal but grinned back at Amber when she elbowed you in the ribs, not wanting to ruin whatever the joke was. She confused you even further by whispering “you’re welcome” into your ear.

Presently, you sighed. The details of the night could all be figured out later. You were still too drunk to really think properly. You just hoped Adrian had remembered to grab the knife he stashed outside as the two of you left the bar, or at least remembered where he stashed it so you could take him back for it later. You knew he would be very upset if he lost one of his good knives like that.

You got off the toilet, took some ibuprofen with a full glass of water and made your way back to the bedroom. Stopping in the doorway, you shivered a little. It had cooled off to more normal Washington temperatures over the weekend and was a bit chilly at night for your taste. While heat didn’t bug you, it didn’t take much for you get cold. You didn’t want to shut the window since that for sure would wake up Adrian. Since getting under the covers would mean not being very close to him anymore, you slipped into the closet for a blanket instead. You grabbed one of the heavier ones that went on the bed during the winter. It would be perfect as the only cover for the two of you.

Working as carefully as you could so not to wake him, you spread the blanket over the bed and Adrian. He hadn’t moved since you got up, so you carefully slipped into bed next to him, back under his arm. His breathing and snoring never changed. He was in a deep, alcohol induced sleep.

Soon, you were back in the same position you woke up in, only under a blanket this time. It didn’t take long before you were back asleep.

When you finally woke up again, the room was brightly lit from the sun. You glanced behind you and saw you were alone in the bed. Adrian had slipped out at some point and tucked the blanket in behind you. Looking at the nightstand, you saw two items sitting with your phone that hadn’t been there earlier when you got up. The bottle of ibuprofen that had been in the bathroom and a bottle of water.

You smiled, then winced as you sat up slowly. There was a fairly decent headache going on behind your forehead and an overall gross feeling, but no nausea. After you drank some of the water and took two more ibuprofen, you rolled over and burrowed back under the blanket.

Since you didn’t want to get out of bed yet, now was a suitable time to piece together the rest of the night. You knew you probably wouldn’t go back to sleep, but if you did, that was fine by you. But you really wanted to piece as much together as you could before you saw Adrian. You wanted an idea of what you were walking into once you went downstairs, even if it was just a vague one. As long as you stayed in bed, Adrian wouldn’t hear you and know you were up. He had better hearing than Eagly had eyesight at times.

Outside of what you had remembered earlier that morning, everything else came up mostly blank.

You vaguely remembered getting back on Adrian’s lap at some point. He was so fidgety though, you moved back to your chair.

You sort of remembered being in the back of a car with Adrian to come home, possibly with your hand on his leg. Or was his hand on your leg? Whichever. Somebody’s hand was on somebody’s leg. That much you knew for sure.

You had a very, extremely, vaguely, slightly faint idea that you might’ve kissed someone, but you couldn’t remember who. You thought you remembered brown eyes, so that eliminated Adrian.

That may have been at the bar though, now that you think about it. Maybe Amber since she was sitting next to you.

With that train of thought came a dim memory of Amber sitting in your lap.

Yeah, it was probably Amber.

You chuckled softly. Still nothing too terrible yet. And now that you didn’t have alcohol in your system, even the idea of sitting in Adrian’s lap didn’t bother you. You were hard to embarrass sober, but everyone is allowed to have a dramatic drunken revelation that hits them wrong from time to time.

Between that vague memory of the car ride and waking up this morning though? You couldn’t remember anything. Not getting home, going to bed, nothing. You still had no idea how the two of you ended up on your bed together. That’s what you were most curious about.

It was right around then you heard a loud creak from the stairs. You lifted your head and looked towards the open door. Since the top of the stairs was right outside your bedroom, you saw Adrian frozen in mid step about three steps away from the top landing with an “oh shit” look on his face.

The second half of those stairs were the archenemy of anyone trying to be quiet. Any other time when you walked normally on them, they were fine. Silent, even. But if you were trying to be quiet? Suddenly, they decided to be as noisy as possible, like they were three hundred years old and in a haunted house rather than your apartment.

“Being quiet on those stairs never works,” you said with a chuckle.

You sat up and winced, rubbing your forehead a bit due to the throbbing in your head. It wasn’t as bad as before, but it was going to make this a very long day until it was gone. Thank goodness it was Sunday and you both had the day to recover before going back to work.

As you were thinking that though, Adrian bounced the rest of the way up the stairs and into your room, gently sitting on the empty side of the bed. He seemed oddly energetic for someone who spent the previous night drinking like a fish. You remembered that he had easily kept up with you, Amber, and Chris. Based on that, he should be just as miserable as you.

But, then again, this was Adrian “All I Need Is A Nap” Chase. You’ve seen the man get shot but be fully recovered in an extremely short period of time after some rest. Everyone suspected some sort of regeneration ability that only activates when he’s unconscious. It’s been a topic discussion several times between Harcourt, John, Leota and you. But since Adrian never brought it up beyond the fact that naps are awesome, nobody mentioned it around him. The consensus was, if Adrian did have some sort of regeneration ability, it was better off for everyone if he didn’t know about it unless absolutely necessary. Who knows what he might do if he were to find out exactly how much he could survive without even trying.

Adrian, apparently, was thinking about a similar topic.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as he sat down.

“Blargh,” you said, making a face. “Like I got ran over by a semi and then by the Batmobile for good measure. How about you?”

Adrian chuckled, then shrugged. “I’m fine. You know all I need is -“

“A good nap,” you both said at once.

You smiled at him, and he smiled back. You noticed a bit of color in his cheeks, so you looked away in order to grab your water. You weren’t thirsty, but you had been about to blush yourself.

It was quiet in the bedroom for a bit while you drank, but wasn't completely silent. Your fan provided some dim white noise in the background, and the sounds of kids playing outside drifted in through the window.

“Sooooo…” Adrian finally said. “What do you remember about last night?”

There it is. It was time to find out what happened the rest of the night. You didn’t entirely feel good enough hangover wise to talk about it, but at the same time, you just wanted to get it over with.

“Not much, admittedly,” you said, folding your legs under you. “It gets a little fuzzy after the whiskey but gets super fuzzy after the tequila.”

“Ah,” he said, then got quiet. He seemed nervous suddenly. “Do…you remember…the kiss?”

You started to nod then stopped. “I mean, not specifically that, but I remember enough to know it happened.”

Adrian brightened and his nerves seemed to go away for a moment, then came back worse than they were before.

“What are your thoughts? On the whole thing?”

You shrugged. This confused you since Adrian knew gender didn’t matter to you. “Not much to think about, really. That’s not the first time I’ve ever kissed another girl, and it probably won’t be the last. If anything, I just wish I remembered it better.”

Now it was Adrian’s turn to look confused, then he got an expression of realization on his face mid-sentence.

“What are you - Oh! You’re talking about when you made out with Amber.”

“We made out?” you blinked. “I just thought we kissed.”

“Oh no,” Adrian shook his head rapidly. “It was a full make out session, complete with groping, grinding, lots of tongue, everything.”

You chuckled. Now that sounded more like something you would do while drunk, not just a little kiss.

“Do you remember anything after that?”

Now you shook your head.

“I vaguely remember being in the car on the way home,” you said. “Then nothing until I woke up this morning and got us a blanket.”

Adrian nodded with a sudden understanding. “So that’s where that came from! I didn’t remember covering us up and I usually have a pretty good memory even about drunk things, so I was really confused about that when I woke up.”

You chuckled. “It was me. I didn’t want to wake you up, so I got one of my extras.”

“That makes sense now,” he said. “So, you don’t remember anything else? Not anything after we got back here?”

His choice of words instantly perked your curiosity. He was trying to direct you to a very specific window of time. Something happened after you got home. But what? You didn’t answer right away, staring down at the blanket as you thought it all over again. Adrian was patient, giving you time to think, but you came up blank again.

Finally, you shook your head. “Sorry, but nothing is coming up for me. It’s all blank.”

Adrian swallowed heavily and suddenly looked even more nervous. His hands got fidgety where they rested in his lap, and he looked at everything else but you.

Now you were getting nervous as you started to wonder how badly you fucked up to make someone like Adrian “Chainsaw Man” Chase nervous.

“Whatever happened, I am so sorry,” you said, unable to take the silence anymore with your stomach sinking. He looked at you with a confused expression. You sighed. “I get very rowdy sometimes when I get that drunk and I can be a lot to handle. I know I probably said something or did something bad or hurtful, and while I can't that back, know I am really-“

“Nononono!” Adrian cut you off, in the same panicked voice he used when you apologized for kissing him on the head. “You were fine! You were totally and completely great! Absolutely nothing you did was wrong in any capacity!”

“Oh,” you said, the confusion moving back over to you for your turn to be confused. “Okay. So…what happened then?”

For a minute, it seemed like Adrian couldn’t talk. His mouth would open like he was going to, but then he’d close it without saying anything. He did this a few times before it all came out in a rush of words.

“I told you I was a little jealous of Amber because she kissed you. I don’t know why I told you that, I know I was joking even though I felt jealous, but I figured you’d laugh. I didn’t think you’d actually grab me and kiss me, but you did, and when I realized what was happening, you had already stopped. It seemed like a great idea and I am so sorry, but I asked you for a do over since Amber knew you were about to kiss her so she got to enjoy it a lot more than I did and I’m sorry, that was a dick thing to do while you were drunk.”

Adrian’s face got redder and redder the more he talked. You couldn’t blame him. You were mortified considering this was the one thing you were trying to avoid. Again, he’s a coworker. But you chose not to show that part since it was obvious he felt bad about trying to get another kiss. You went with a more humorous reaction.

“Hey, don’t feel bad,” you said, chuckling and smiling at him. “It sounds like we both had drunken idiot moments last night. It happens sometimes. All is forgiven.”

Adrian shook his head slowly, a little more anxious it seemed. “There’s more…”

Your heart thudded a little.

“You said you’d love to, but not when we’d both forget the whole thing by the morning,” he said. “I assured you I wouldn’t forget by the morning, but you assured me that you would and probably wouldn't even remember saying that.” Now Adrian started turning red again. “And you told me to make sure I tell you all about this in the morning so that – these are your words, not mine –“ Adrian swallowed heavily again and suddenly seemed to have a tough time speaking. “’I can kiss you properly like I’ve been really wanting to.’ You said if I had any questions about that to hold them until you were sober.”

Now you were also turning red.

Drunk you was a little minx sometimes. She acted on thoughts you’d had but would never do otherwise. While prior to your ex you had been a very bold person, there was even times back then when you needed liquid courage to get things done. But the fact that you’d actually directed him to wait until you were sober was a new one though. Drunk you never cared about that before. This was like drunk you went, “Haaaaaave you met Y/N?” then ran off to leave sober you to deal with it. Usuallt things always worked out, but this time you couldn’t decide yet if this was a good thing or not.

“It’s fine if you don't want to,” you said. You knew where this was going. “I’ve been known to say some very stupid shit while drunk, so I'm not upset about it. Though, how did we end up on the bed together? That one’s got me a little curious.”

“I helped you upstairs, wasn’t sure if I could get back down,” Adrian said. “You told me to stay up there with you. And I would still like that do over.”

Apparently, you didn’t know where this was going.

The sudden Vigilante confidence in his voice was a little surprising. It was such a smooth transition while he was talking, you weren't sure if he even realized he'd suddenly tapped into it.

“Oh,” you said, then and said the first thing that popped into your head. “Now? Or later?”

Adrian shrugged, the confidence gone as quickly as it came, and he acted nervous again. “Whenever you want, if that’s what really want, if you don’t want to, like you said, it’s fine. I won’t be upset.”

He was rambling again, and you were quiet, thinking. That’s actually what made up your mind.

“Now works then?” you said, a small smile coming to your face.

Adrian’s eyes lit up and he grinned. “Now works! Now definitely works!”

You couldn’t help but grin back, your face feeling warm as you started to lean towards him, resting one hand on his knee for balance. As your eyes closed, you heard him suck his breath in, felt his hand come up to softly rest on the side of your face. Soon, you could feel his face close to yours, his breath against your lips…

Both of your phones went off with a loud klaxon alarm sound, yours on the nightstand and his downstairs. It was the app John had written specifically for the team when Harcourt needed for them to report in right away. It was loud enough that you had gotten a noise complaint from the neighbors once when it went off at 4am.

You both opened your eyes at the same moment and you both pulled away from each other shortly afterwards. Your lips had been a hair’s breadth from his. That knowledge alone made your heart hammer even more.

You grabbed your phone and called in, putting it on speakerphone before Harcourt even answered.

“L/N, is Chase right there with you?”

No hello and she was using last names. Never a good sign.

“Yup, and you’re on speaker,”

“You both have one hour to get ready, then we’re picking you up. Waller is sending us six hours out of town for a quick in and out mission.”

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Adrian Chase would also, after Y/n calls him “hot”, would most definitely be telling anyone and everyone lol, the 11th Street Kids team would be like, “WE GET IT, SHE CALLED YOU HOT”

omg so sorry this took forever to respond to 😭 anyways I imagine this gif is exactly how he’d react

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“You’re lucky you’re cute, Chase.” You mumbled under your breath to him. Your thumb swiping over the blood that got on your cheek when he stabbed the guy currently on the floor.

He froze in place, breath hitching. Did he hear that right? His heart raced as he took the knife out of the man’s chest.

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You said, laughing to yourself as you imagined his face underneath.

“You think I’m…?” He pointed to you and then himself. You rolled your eyes at him, an amused smile was on your face.

“Focus, you two.” Emilia’s voice cut through, Adrian was blushing underneath his mask.

And when he got home, Peacemaker came in with him and Adrian pulled out two beers from his fridge.

“I can’t believe it.” Adrian mumbled to himself, sitting on his couch.

“What?” Peacemaker asked, confused.

“She called me cute.”

He furrowed an eyebrow.

“Ohhh..” he realized, a small smile on his face now.

“Make your move then.”

“Nah. She doesn’t like me. But…”

“She called you cute and flirts with you every day, are you being serious?”

“That doesn’t mean she likes me.” Adrian shook his head.

—————

And the next day, he didn’t let it go either. There was a meeting, you were late. He told everyone there.

“She called me cute, do you think that means she likes me? I mean-“

“Dude, she likes you.” Adebayo snickered, he was so oblivious.

“But-“

“She likes you! It’s so painfully obvious, Adrian.” Economos groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

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[training4theapocalypse]

Thirsty (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: SMUT, Mutual pining, Romance, Canon typical descriptions of murder and violence, Dubious consent (they are both kind of drunk), Oral (fem receiving), P in V, Safe sex (male condom), Multiple orgasms

Summary: Your job restocking vending machines takes you to businesses all over Evergreen - including Fennel Fields where the cute busboy keeps making eyes at you. (Based on this ask by @kpopgirlbtssvt)

A/N: There’s a part where Adrian picks the reader up over his shoulder but he is a very strong boi, I am confident he could shoulder carry any thirsty MF. PS My toxic trait is that I slip a reference to Scotland in literally everything I write.

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Tag list: @likeficsinthewnd, @she-wolf09231982,

Chapter text:

The muscles in your forearms ache as you drag your hand cart, stacked with cases of soda and water, up the ramp at the back of Fennel Fields. 

You wheel your final delivery of the day straight into their break room, as usual, and park your cart beside the vending machine, ready to start your restock. You’re greeted amicably by the staff, who know you well enough that they’re not surprised to see you. 

But one particularly familiar face spots you from across the room and practically leaps off his chair. Adrian Chase looks forward to your weekly trip to Fennel Fields, and today he can’t help but notice the glow on your face from hauling your delivery. He wonders what else makes your face glow like that. He bets he could.

“Hey, stranger,” you say, and he blinks at you as if snapping out of something.

“Stranger? It’s me, Adrian.”

You grin. You can’t tell if he’s joking or not but either way, you find it sort of cute. And, yes, Taylor warned you to stop flirting with the hot but kind of dorky busboy because he’s gonna end up catching feelings, but there’s something fun about getting him all flustered and making his cheeks burn.

“I know, Adrian. I could never forget that pretty face,” you tease. He turns slightly pink. There it is. “Thirsty?” you ask.

“Yup, and wait til you see what I got you.”

This has been your routine at Fennel Fields for a few months now. You pick up some speciality soda while you’re delivering beverages across Washington and Adrian brings you something- usually a snack or anything else he thinks you might like.

“Three… two… one.” At the same time, you pull the soda out from your bag and Adrian hands you a small, blue rectangular box.

A cassette tape. Aqua- Aquarium. 

“Adrian! This is so sick- it’s so hard to find tapes these days.” You flip it over to read the tracklist. “I fucking love Barbie Girl.”

“Me too! And I noticed your Walkman, so I thought you could use some more music.” He looks down at the orange and blue soda can in his hands, reading the label. “IRN BRU?”

“This is the weirdest soda I’ve found yet. It’s like bubblegum cream soda but it burns.”

He cracks it open, takes a sip and looks confused. “I think I like it?” He takes another sip. “It’s like my mouth hates it but needs more.”

“I know, right?” You put the cassette in your bag and open the vending machine.

“Thanks for the soda.” He nods at your tired arms as you start loading in your delivery. “Sick forearm pump, by the way.”

“Uh, what?”

“Yeah! You can totally tell you’ve been working on them- they’re huge.”

You raise an eyebrow. It’s probably meant as a compliment, but you’re not sure how you feel about Adrian talking to you like you’re one of his bros at the gym. 

“I mean- not huge! Like normal. But nice. And-“

“Have you seen Taylor?” You decide to step in before he can dig this particular hole any deeper. “I need him to sign for this.”

“What’s up, Cuz?” Taylor appears from around a corner. 

You hold out your electronic POS and stylus, awaiting his signature. “Just need you to sign this, then I’m done for the night.”

“Nice!” says Adrian “You got any plans after this?”

“Depends on who’s asking,” you tease him, a small balloon swells up in your chest with excitement. You’ve never been sure whether Adrian’s always so excited to see you because he likes you or if he just really likes soda. 

“Uh, me,  Adrian. Remember?”

“Hey man, what did I tell you about hitting on my cousin?” Taylor gives him a stern look. “Don’t you have a pregnant girlfriend to be worried about?”

You’re surprised, to say the least. The fact that Adrian has a girlfriend (a pregnant one at that) but he still goes out of his way to exchange gifts with you every week is kind of disappointing. It reaffirms your belief that there are no decent men in this town.

“Yes! I mean, no. We, uh, we broke up.”

“Because of the party you tried to throw her?” asks Taylor.

Aw, that’s kind of sweet.

“Uh, yeah, she did not appreciate the abortion party.”

What the fuck?

Taylor signs for the delivery and hands you back the device, giving you a meaningful look- I told you so. The balloon of excitement in your chest feels well and truly punctured.

“But I mean, I’m not hung up on her or anything. I actually dumped her.”

Yup, no decent men alright.

You and Taylor exchange glances. You can practically hear the wet raspberry of the balloon deflating completely. 

“I’d better go. Thanks for the tape, dude,” you say a little more coolly than you’d intended in your hurry to hide your dismay before wheeling your cart out of the break room.

“Hey, let me help you with that,” Adrian’s voice calls from behind you, but Taylor grabs the door before he can.

“I got it, man.” 

Taylor walks with you to the van. You lean up against the cab door in exasperation. Taylor offers you a cigarette which you go to accept, but he retracts the packet.

“Nuh-uh, let’s hear it first.”

“Fine,” you sigh. “You are so full of wisdom, as always, and I will forever heed your dating advice from now until the end of time,” you concede to Taylor, snatching a cigarette. He grins and lights you both up.

“Y’know what the weird thing is? I don’t think he ever had a girlfriend.”

You exhale a puff of smoke in surprise. “What was that about then?”

“I dunno. I caught him out here celebrating one night, and he made up a weird abortion party story. I think he was really out here dancing because Peacemaker came into the restaurant-“

“Peacemaker?! Jeez, isn’t that guy in jail?”

“Musta released him. But I think Adrian was being an excited fanboy and got embarrassed when I saw him. Dude’s a serial liar- I thought he’d come clean if I asked him about it in front of you.”

You lean your head back against the van. “Where are all the decent men in Evergreen?” You lament and start rhyming off, counting on your fingers. “They’re either obsessed with capes, racists, racist capes or racists who are obsessed with capes!”

“Well, speaking of capes, it’s getting dark. You better hit the road before you run into that nutcase, Vigilante.”

“Yeah, or the escaped gorilla,” you laugh, stubbing out your cigarette. 

“Put that in the trash or you’ll end up with a bullet in your head for littering.”

“I’ve charmed my way out of worse situations. Besides, maybe he’ll be the one to sweep me off my feet.”

“Vigilante? Or the gorilla?”

“Honestly, at this point, I’d take either.”

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The following afternoon, your delivery route sends you off down the highway. It’s not a glamorous job, stocking vending machines at different businesses all over the place, but it’s easy, and you can listen to your own music. It takes you all across this little corner of Washington, and the more you see, the more grateful you are that you get to live in this beautiful, rocky state.

Even if there isn’t a single eligible man to be found on your entire route. You still feel a little crestfallen thinking about Adrian Chase. Why was he so intent on lying to Taylor yesterday? How deep does his Peacemaker obsession go if he was that embarrassed?

You pull up to the back of the Glan Tai bottling plant on the outskirts of Evergreen, put on your headphones and turn on your Walkman. You want to keep a low profile because the clients are much weirder here than the rest- Adrian Chase excluded.

They weren’t always like this. The facilities manager at Glan Tai was a friendly old man - Clive- who let you use their bathroom, and gave you filter coffee from a polystyrene cup to ease your two-hour journey home. Until one day recently, Clive wasn’t so friendly anymore. New management, you expected.

Head down, you drag your cart through the service entrance and make your way to their storage room. Aqua blasts in your ears as you wheel your way along the corridor. There are loud bangs and the ground vibrates slightly, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary in a site with heavy machinery. 

You get to the room where they keep the IT equipment, files and vending machine and start unloading. You feel a heavy hand on your shoulder and pull your headphones down around your neck.

“Oh, sorry Clive, I didn’t see you-“ 

You freeze, icy fear spreading through your veins as you find yourself face to face with - you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me - the escaped gorilla from the zoo.

You scream. Loudly.

Two people burst into the room, startling the gorilla. It backs away from you. For a second, you think they’re factory workers running to your rescue. But they slam and bolt the storage room door shut behind them.

“No! Unlock the door!”

They whip around and point their guns at you. You drop the case of water you’re holding and hold your hands up in surrender.

One of them, you recognise from the news. A man in a black and teal suit, armed to the hilt, with his face almost entirely obscured- except by a red visor covering his eyes.

It’s him. It’s Vigilante. And a blonde woman you don’t recognise. 

He lowers his gun and nudges hers away from your direction.

“Shoot her before she kills us both!” snaps the woman, irritated. 

“She’s not a butterfly,” says Vigilante, his voice muffled behind his mask. “I know her.”

He knows me? How?

“I’m just delivering water, I swear!” You beg her, looking between them. 

Just then, the gorilla appears from behind the shelves and launches the blonde woman across the room.

An involuntary yelp of shock escapes you again and the gorilla returns its attention to you. Thinking fast, you tip your cart forward, and the giant ape trips up on the cascade of cans and bottles.

“You didn’t think to tell us there was a gorilla in here?!” Comes the annoyed blonde woman’s voice from behind a broken table.

“I was preoccupied with the guns in my face!” 

The door to the storage room is blasted open and another woman bursts in, followed by none other than Peacemaker.

Adrian would lose his shit right now, you think to yourself.

Peacemaker looks at you through the eyeholes of his helmet “She’s clear, Adebayo” and the other woman lowers her gun. The gorilla gets up. “Oh shit!” says Peacemaker as it sends a swipe in your direction, sending you tumbling off your feet and onto the floor.

You cower in the corner as they fight the gorilla. Vigilante stabs it but it bats him away easily and does the same to the woman called Adebayo. Peacemaker launches himself onto the gorilla’s back but the beast throws him off onto the hard floor.

“Die, human!” 

Did that gorilla just speak? What have you gotten yourself into?

The gorilla raises its fists, ready to crush Peacemaker, when a man with an oddly patchy beard runs through the door, chainsaw in hand and proceeds to kill the gorilla, sawing it almost in half and sending blood splattering everywhere. 

A small winged creature crawls out of the dead gorilla’s mouth. The blonde woman gets to her feet and shoots it casually. What the…? Was that some kind of parasite?

The gunshot leaves your ears ringing but hearing your name whispered in your ear brings you back to reality. You blink stupidly at Vigilante, who is now crouched down inches from your face and you try to make out his eyes through the red visor. You know those eyes. But how? How does the mass murderer of Evergreen know you?

He hooks his arms under yours, lifts you to your feet and wipes the smattering of blood off your face. Your heart is racing as you continue to stare at him silently, dumbfounded. You know you should be scared of this masked man, who’s wanted on multiple counts of murder. But here he is, claiming he knows you, making sure you’re okay.

“What do we do with her?” asks the bearded man with the chainsaw. 

“Who, me?” you try and sound nonchalant. “I didn’t see anything. I’ll just get out of your beard- hair! I mean hair.” You go to put your headphones back over your ears but the blonde woman rips them off.

“Hey!” Vigilante steps between you and her. “Look, she’s cool. She says she didn’t see anything, so she didn’t”

“How do you know she’s not a butterfly?” she challenges Vigilante.

“X-ray helmet,” interjects Peacemaker. “No butterfly in that pretty little noggin.” He winks at you and Vigilante bristles, folding his arms in an irritated sort of way.

“Listen, I’ve got like four more deliveries today so…” You trail off as your body starts to go on autopilot. There’s an awkward silence as they watch you bustle around, stacking the blood-covered cases of water and soda back onto your cart.

“She’s clearly in shock,” says Adebayo, more gently than the blonde. 

“Hey, let me help you with that,” says a muffled voice from behind you.

‘Hey, let me help you with that.’

In the exact same cadence as yesterday. 

“A-Adrian?” you say hoarsely and you turn back around in time to watch Vigilante drop the case of water. “Adrian Chase?!” you repeat, your voice slightly hysterical. 

“No!” says Adrian unconvincingly but at the same time Peacemaker says:

“Godammit Vij. How does she know you?”

Adrian groans in frustration. “She delivers drinks to my job too!”

“That settles it- she’s a witness and she knows Vigilante’s identity. Adebayo, you need to end this. Don’t make her beg for her life like the other guy,” commands the blonde woman, clearly in charge of the team.

“Nonononononono,” Adrian stands in front of you with his arms folded. “No way. I am not letting you kill her.”

“That’s an order, Adebayo. Vigilante- move.”

“Wait,” says the guy with the beard. “She might actually be useful, Harcourt.”

Harcourt raises her eyebrows. “Well?”

“We’re looking for other leads, right? Other places where the butterflies are?” He looks at you. “Hey, water girl. Does this company have any other locations?”

“Y-yes,” your throat feels dry.

“Can you tell us where they are?” he asks.

“Will you let me live if I tell you?”

Everyone looks at Harcourt. She groans. “Fine. But we’re gonna need to figure out what to do with her to keep her from blabbering.”

“C’mon, she already said she was cool!” says Adrian.

“And you trust her?”

“One hundo percent.” He gives you a reassuring thumbs up.

“I wouldn’t trust his judgement,” says Peacemaker and you immediately feel faint. It must be obvious on your face because he backtracks. “No! Not that we should kill her! Definitely not. But Adrian would trust any hot girl. We can’t just let her go.”

Harcourt pinches the bridge of her nose as she thinks. 

“Vigilante,” she says finally. “I’m telling Murn that water girl is your responsibility. You’re going to keep her with you 24/7 until the mission is over. Any fuck-up, if she does or says anything that jeopardizes our objective, she’s dead and you’ll be doing black ops in Belize. Got it?”

“Cool, got it!” says Adrian enthusiastically, as if that isn’t the most horrifying thing he’s ever heard.

“Wait, don’t I get a say in this? I have a job! I have people who will be looking for me.”

“Do you want to cooperate or do you want to die?” 

“Which one do you wanna do?” asks Adrian.

If you hadn’t already figured out that Vigilante was Adrian Chase, that would have been the dead giveaway.

A few moments later, Adrian is leading you by the hand back through the factory to where your van is parked while you cover your eyes with one hand. He had suggested it after your knees almost gave way when you saw the pile of bodies at the door. And he liked that you had rejected Peacemaker’s offer to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you out.

“Oh, no… Clive,” you whisper, making the mistake of opening your eyes and seeing the old man crumpled on the floor, next to the coffee machine. You cover your eyes again.

“Watch you don’t slip in the blood here,” says Adrian gently, guiding you to side-step.

You groan. You think you might puke. 

“I can’t believe you killed all these people,” you whisper, wishing you could disassociate from this whole thing.

“We didn’t, not really- I promise. I’ll explain on the ride home.”

Harcourt instructs Adrian to drive your van, following theirs back to Evergreen. When you’re both out of earshot and in your van, Adebayo sits in the driver’s seat turning to Harcourt, Peacemaker and Economos. “Isn’t it kind of weird seeing Vigilante like this?”

“Like what?” asks Economos.

“Like, compassionate, sweet… not all hell-bent on murder?”

Peacemaker shrugs “He’s like this all the time. You should hear the way he talks about this other girl, his friend Taylor’s sister, or cousin, I think. He’s just a sucker for anyone who’s nice to him.”

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Hours later, you’re sitting on the couch in your apartment, waiting for Adrian to finish up in the shower.

On the drive to their headquarters, Adrian had explained all about their mission and how an alien race called ‘the butterflies’ had taken over the bodies of (and, therefore, killed) all those people in the factory long before Adrian’s team had arrived.

At headquarters, you had told them everything you knew about your clients at Glan Tai and had given them the coordinates for their other delivery location- a small farm thirty miles north of the factory. Murn seemed to be satisfied with your intel and approved of Harcourt’s plan to have Adrian keep you under close surveillance. Great. 

Adrian grabbed his go-bag from his Sebring and drove the two of you in your van back to your apartment, where you immediately ran to the shower, to try and rid yourself of all the negative feelings from today.

He now appears in your living room, fresh out of the shower in a pale blue t-shirt and jeans, looking much less out of place than when he was in his full combat gear. But he still stands awkwardly, not sure what to do with himself. 

“Thirsty?” you ask him. “I’ve got wine.”

“I shouldn’t. I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on you.”

You find two wine glasses and place them on the coffee table. He sits on the edge of your couch. “What am I gonna do, Adrian?” You open up a bottle of red wine and start pouring. “I could barely stand seeing all that shit at the factory. Do you really think I’m gonna kill you?” You slide a glass towards him and start filling your own. 

He looks down at the wine but doesn’t touch it. You raise your glass. “To forgetting the worst day of my life.”

“The worst day of your life? Today was awesome!” He looks genuinely surprised that you’re not sharing his elation. “We killed a ton of butterflies, and now thanks to you, we know where they keep their cow.”

It’s a sentence that wouldn’t have made sense to you a few hours ago. And you hate that it does now.

“We’re saving the world,” he continues. “And you helped!”

You push his wine glass closer to him. “To saving the world, then.”

He takes a sip and screws up his face. “Do you have any beer? Ooh, or soda!”

“It’s in the van. And most of it’s covered in blood now.”

“Then this is great,” he says, a little too politely. 

“If you’re not used to it, the first glass tastes like acetone,” you tell him, draining yours. “But the second one…” You pause, pouring yourself another. “The second goes down real smooth.”

Adrian copies you and gulps down the red wine. You refill his glass, and he takes another sip.

“The second one isn’t so bad, actually.” He sounds surprised. 

You sink down on the couch next to him. “So now what?” you ask. He looks confused, so you elaborate. “What do you usually do with hostages all night?”

“You’re not a hostage!” He looks offended. “I’m more like your bodyguard.”

“Oh yeah? Who are you guarding me from? Your friends?”

He looks up over his glasses in thought. “Well, just Harcourt. And Murn. But it’s mostly to keep you safe from the butterflies.”

You take another drink of wine. Studying his face, you think he’s telling the truth. He really doesn’t consider you to be his hostage. As you look him over, you realise you’ve never noticed how curly his hair is before- he’s normally wearing that dorky little Fennel Fields hat. 

You’ve always thought he was cute in a wholesome kind of way but now that he’s out of his work uniform, you can appreciate that he’s, like, ridiculously, conventionally handsome. You wonder if he knows it. You wonder a lot of things about Adrian, especially now that, come to think of it, everything you know about him is probably a lie to keep his secret identity hidden.

“Truth or dare?” you blurt. 

“What?”

“Go on.” You gesture towards him with your glass. “We’ve got a long night. I want to find out more about you. Adrian. Vigilante.”

He looks excited. Maybe it’s the prospect of playing a game, or maybe he’s just happy someone wants to know more about him. Both sides of him.

“Truth then.”

“Does your pregnant ex-girlfriend exist?”

He groans and leans his head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “No. I was just trying to cover how stoked I was that Peacemaker was out of jail.” 

You laugh, but your eyes linger on his exposed neck and the way his Adam’s apple moves when he talks.

He turns his head to look over at you through his wire-rimmed glasses. “I don’t think Taylor likes me.”

“Taylor likes you just fine,” you lie, sipping your wine.

“Truth or dare?” asks Adrian.

“Truth.”

“Has Taylor ever told you that you shouldn’t date me?”

“Ugh, fine. Yes. He told me not to give you my number.”

“Why?!”

“If you want to ask a follow-up question, then you need to take a drink. That’s the rule.” He does so- quickly. “Okay, fine. He says he doesn’t trust you because you’re always lying about things, and it kind of annoys everyone because you’re a bad liar.”

“Everyone?! I thought we were talking about Taylor?”

“If you want to be liked and have a secret identity, you need to be a better liar.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” admits Adrian, twisting the stem of the glass between his fingers. “Your turn, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

He thinks for a couple of beats. “I dare you to finish your drink.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“It was the only dare I could think of that wasn’t a sexy dare.”

The newly formed idea of Adrian asking you to do something sexy for him makes you pause. Warmth pools deep in your tummy as watches you, waiting. God, why does red wine always make you feel so slutty? You raise your eyebrows over the rim of your glass, and you drain the rest of the liquid. “Why don’t you want to give me a sexy dare?” you ask, setting your glass down.

“I dunno, don’t you think there’s kind of a power imbalance?” 

“That’s true. You are my bodyguard after all.” You nod contemplatively. “And I guess it would be awkward since you need to stay here for a few more days.”

“Oh, I meant-” Adrian cuts himself off. What he really meant would sound incredibly childish now. 

You get up from the couch to retrieve another bottle of wine from the breakfast bar that separates your kitchen from your living room. “Go on, what did you mean?”

“No, I meant what you said.” 

No, he didn’t. What he meant is that you have all the power because he has such a huge crush on you. And the way the wine is going to his head, he’s not sure he trusts himself to give you a dare without it having an ulterior motive. Adrian watches as you twist the corkscrew into the bottle with precision. Your chest jiggles in your tank top with the recoil of your arm extracting the cork, and it makes Adrian blush bright red. He discreetly adjusts himself in his jeans.

You bring the new bottle of wine over to the couch and sit down cross-legged, your back leaning against the armrest so you can get a better look at him without constantly straining. Fuck, he’s gorgeous like this, you think, as he gets comfortable, changing position so he can look at you too. In the soft light of your living room, you can make out that his cheeks are pink again. “Does wine usually make you flush like that?” you ask. 

“Uh, I wouldn’t know. Can wine do that?”

“To some people, yeah. For me, it just makes me feel kinda sexy.” You clap your hand to your mouth, watching Adrian’s eyes widen. “Ugh! Sorry, I wouldn’t have said that if I hadn’t had two glasses already.” You scoff and shake your head. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

The wine is making you feel bolder. “Have you had sex in your Vigilante costume?”

“Today?”

You almost choke on your newly poured drink with laughter. 

“Okay, that answers that question. In which case, I have a follow-up,” You take a sip, pointedly. “What’s Vigilante’s favourite sex position?”

“Oh, uh…” Adrian thinks back to when he last had sex as Vigilante, with Amber and Peacemaker a few days ago. “Any, I guess.”

“Any? C’mon, you picked truth!”

“It is the truth! I don’t take my mask off, or my suit if I don’t have to. So it always feels the same. Fun, I guess, but sorta uncomfortable. Funcomfortable.”

You smile and rest your head on your hand, elbow leaning on the back of the couch. “What about Adrian?”

“Is that another follow-up question?”

You acquiesce and take another drink but before you can even swallow he says “Missionary.”

“Boring,” you tease but he doesn’t seem fazed.

“It’s not. Not when you really like someone anyway. Missionary is fucking great - when you can kiss them, hold their hand, stare into their eyes…” He pauses, his green eyes burning into yours. “Boring is not being able to even taste someone because of my mask.”

You realise you’ve been holding your breath. You look away and exhale slowly, trying to steady the growing arousal burning hot, deep in your pelvic floor. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I-” When you raise your head again, he’s still looking at you intently. “I just realised I haven’t been fucked like that in a really long time.”

He shakes his head. “Yeah right! I bet you go on tons of dates.”

“I do,” you admit with a tilt of your head. “But did you know that like 90% of women don’t orgasm on a one-night stand?”

Adrian’s eyebrows knit together “That doesn’t sound right. Women always cum when I-”

“That’s what all men say, Adrian. But honestly, I don’t think a man has made me cum in, like, the entire time I’ve been single.”

“I could,” he says, matter-of-factly. It’s not a boast, it’s a simple statement. 

Honestly, you're not sure if it’s the alcohol or the vivid image you have of Adrian making you clutch at your bedsheets and moan his name, but something’s making the blood rush to your face and other parts of your body that you’re still desperately trying not to think about. 

“I’ll do it right now if you want?” 

He’s asking if he can try to make you cum as casually as if asking if he can help you restock the vending machine. It’s bolder than you’d expected from the shy busboy. Then again, you’d never expected him to be Vigilante either… maybe you should review all the preconceptions you have of him.

Your abdomen clenches. Fuck, you can feel how hot and sticky your underwear is as he blinks at you behind his glasses, waiting for your response.

You look at his face hungrily, eyes lingering on his lips, now stained with red wine. “Adrian, listen. I’m sure you’re very good, blah blah blah. But I just… I don’t want to set you up for disappointment. It’s kind of hard to make me cum.”

“Let me give it a shot. And if I can make you cum, you let me take you on a date.”

You stare at him, feeling your chest pounding as you contemplate his offer. There’s something about his voice that’s so sincere and so fucking desperate for you, your brain can’t think of a reason not to say yes.

“Truth or dare?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Truth.”

“Do you want me to go down on you? I’m really good at it.”

Yes! You want to scream- already stupidly soaking fucking wet at the mere idea of it. 

Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut and nod. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Yeah?” His tone makes you think that he wasn’t really expecting you to say yes.

“Yes, Adrian.” You laugh in disbelief. “If you make me cum, you can take me on a date.” He grins and you shift inelegantly, not sure how to proceed. “So… how do you wanna-”

Adrian pounces on you before you can ask the question, his red-stained lips crashing against yours. You kiss him back- hard. You’re thirsty for him, you realise, as you taste the alcohol mixed with the slightly metallic taste of his saliva. You want to drain him, drown in him.

He groans when you grab the nape of his neck and suck on his bottom lip. He can’t believe that you’re kissing him like this- like it’s you who’s been pining after him and not the other way around.

You pause, lips barely touching his. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss you like this for so long,” you whisper.

“You- you have?”

“Adrian, I spend half my week trying to find you new kinds of speciality soda just so I have an excuse to talk to you.”

“Oh.” Realisation dawns on him. All this time he just thought you were really, really into soda. 

Adrian gives you one last deep kiss and pulls away. He gets on his knees on the floor, and the sight of him there, with his hands on your hips and his body between your legs, makes your cunt clench. You bite your lips in anticipation.

His fingertips hook the hem of your sweatpants. “Can I take these off?” You lift your hips, permitting him to remove them.

“Fuck,” he breathes, staring at your pussy.

“Adrian…” You mumble, suddenly self-conscious. Exposed. You try to bring your knees together, but he places a hand on each of your thighs, holding them firmly open. 

“You’re wet already,” he says, in a self-satisfied sort of way that makes your skin feel like it’s on fire. “When did that happen? Was it when I said I’d make you cum?”

You shake your head. “When I was wondering what kind of sexy dare you wanted to give me.”

He grins “I wanted to dare you to take your top off.” He traces a finger along your hot, wet folds. You gasp, feeling the calloused texture of his fingertip brushing up and down against your skin.

“Like this?” You lift your tank top up and over your head, tossing it aside and then you squeeze your tits together. 

He sits on the floor, lips parted slightly in awe. You feel like he’s looking at you like you’re the most-

“You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Now you really are embarrassed but before you can respond, he dips the finger that was sliding along your folds into your pussy. You bite your lip to stifle the vulnerable, blissful sigh that leaves you.

“It’s okay- you can moan for me.” He reassures, pushing a thick finger in and up. You feel your walls squeezing around him in response. “God, you’re so tight around my finger.”

“Fuck-” you plead, as he teases you, gently stroking your g-spot. His lips haven’t even touched you yet and you already feel like you’re having to consciously stop yourself from cumming.

“You needed this, huh?” he asks and you watch as he kisses your inner thigh, sucking the sensitive skin there. You have to look away- just the sight of his jaw muscles moving as he traces his tongue along the crevice where your thigh meets your body almost sends you over the brink.

“Adrian, I’m- fuck-” After all your warnings about how difficult it would be to make you cum, you’re are shamefully close already- and Adrian knows it. Everything below your waist is hot and shaking and swollen as his finger curls up inside you, tapping rhythmically. 

“Wait not yet- I’ve got to taste you. I want you to cum on my tongue.”

Warmth envelopes your clit as Adrian opens his mouth and slowly glides his tongue over the bundle of nerves there, tasting you for the first time. He barely moves at all but you’re so close that just the pressure of his mouth on you sends the crashing wave of your orgasm rolling across his hot tongue. Your back arches and your walls clamp down around his finger. 

He lets out a groan, sending pleasant vibrations across your clit. 

“Shit, Adrian-”

Blinding lights appear somewhere between your eyelids and the centre of the universe. Your thighs tense as the pleasure shoots through your body, your pussy flooding his mouth between your legs. 

When you finally stop twitching he removes his tongue from you, giving you a moment’s respite. 

“That was, like, really easy,” he smirks as you run your hands through your hair in disbelief. “I didn’t even have to take my glasses off.”

“I’ve never-” You try to catch your breath, blinking at him. You’re not sure you’ve even made yourself cum that quickly before. “That’s never happened -so fast- ever.”

“I shoulda asked what two orgasms would get me.”

“Literally anything. Do whatever you want with me-” you babble, staring up at the ceiling. You pause to look down when you feel him remove his finger from inside you. 

And he takes off his glasses, ready to make you a fucking mess.

It’s the singular hottest action you’ve ever seen anyone do in your entire life- Adrian Chase is going to be the end of you.

He hooks his arms behind your knees, lifting your ass off of the couch and pulling you towards him. 

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, mesmerised by the way your chest still heaves in the aftershock of your orgasm. Adrian buries his face between your legs, delving his tongue between your lips and exploring your entrance.

He pulls back for a second “I knew you’d taste so fucking good.” 

Fuck. 

You watch as he sucks on two of his fingers and sinks them deep inside you, up to his knuckles. When you repeat his name over and over, he answers by flicking his tongue over your clit.

You gasp at the sensation and grab a fistful of his thick, curly hair. His tongue rolls gentle circles around your clit as his fingers work in and out, softly stretching your pussy. Adrian takes his time now and it’s agonising. 

For so long he’s been having sex as Vigilante. Adrian’s missed this, the freedom of having his mask off. Of taste. And he can’t believe that it’s you that he’s devouring. 

Fuck, and you could lie here like this forever, just enjoying him exploring you, like he wants nothing more than to make you gush all over him and cry his name again. Normally you’d feel under pressure to perform, to give him that second orgasm he’s so determined to draw from you, but the way he’s taking his time, lazily swirling his tongue in circles, and curling his fingers into you makes you dissolve into a puddle.

“Fuuuck,” you whine helplessly, feeling the familiar sensation of you losing yourself, the heat that’s been slowly building deep in your core threatening to boil over. “Can we do this, like, the whole time you’re here protecting me?” Your eyes try to find his but he’s staring at your tits. His other hand is on your hip, fingers not quite stretching up towards you - as if unsure what the boundary is on touching you when it comes to this silly little deal you’ve made.

You pull his hand to your chest, encouraging him to squeeze you. He moans needily between wet, sloppy licks. The sound of him being so turned on just from touching your body, when you haven’t laid a hand on him yet sends ecstasy searing through you.

And it comes, whipping through your core and cracking like thunder. You squeeze your thighs around his head and he lets you set the pace, as you grind yourself wildly onto his tongue, his lips, his chin. Adrian groans in encouragement when you grip the back of his head, his fingers still pressing into your g-spot as you press yourself against his mouth. 

You cum hard again, your rocking hips eventually shuddering to a halt as he gives you a few last long, slow licks. The faint prickle of embarrassment you feel from letting yourself come undone like that vanishes when you see Adrian’s face light up, his lips swollen and sticky, totally enamoured by your now slightly dishevelled appearance. 

His mouth looks irresistible. You slink down off the couch to join him on the floor so you can kiss him desperately. Fuck, why did you ever listen to Taylor? You needed this. Needed him. You taste the sweet, salty juices on Adrian’s lips and on his tongue.

“I’ll admit-” you breathe, pressing your forehead against his. “- you’re like really, really fucking good at that.”

“Told you.” He leans on the couch and gets to his feet. “So, where’s your bedroom?”

“Uh, down the hall, across from the bathroom. Why?”

“Two orgasms and I can do what I want with you. Deal’s a deal.” Before your brain can catch up, he hoists you to your feet and over his shoulder, making you squeal involuntarily with delight.

Oh my fucking god.

Adrian slaps your ass and carries you through to your bedroom, tossing you onto your bed where you burst into a fit of giggles. He smells warm and clean, like your favourite shower gel he must have used earlier. He crawls on top of you and plants tiny kisses all over your lips, your cheeks, your nose- every inch of your face and neck peppered with his affection. 

He pulls off his T-shirt and - Jesus Christ, he has abs. But you also notice his torso is covered in scars and bruises, the evidence of his double life painted across his body. A streak of white scar tissue here, a purple welt there-

“Don’t girls usually ask about all these injuries?” You ask, tracing your hand down his chest.

“I usually keep my suit on.” He shrugs.

And that’s when you realise- he doesn’t just happen to have sex as Vigilante. He only has sex as Vigilante. You feel a pang of understanding, thinking about the way he so wistfully described missionary earlier. You’re the only one who’s seen him like this. Both sides of him.

Adrian undoes his belt buckle and looks down at you lying spread out of the bedsheets in front of him, still flushed and glowing. He knew he’d be able to make you glow like that.

He pauses. “Do, uh, do you have a condom? I wasn’t expecting to…”

You find a condom in your bedside drawer while he undresses and then you help to put it on him as you kiss the small trail of dark hair below his belly button. He’s big- bigger than what you’re used to. You’d really, really like to suck it, you think. But Adrian has other ideas. He guides you back to lie on your pillows and climbs on top of you.

Wanton anticipation bubbles over inside you, you sigh needily as he kisses your neck and brings his calloused hand between your legs again. He slides his fingers into your folds and you hear the wet sounds of him rubbing your slick on his cock. It’s greedy but you’re already impatient for him- you want to cum for him again.

He positions himself at your entrance and looks into your eyes. “You okay?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Fuck me- please.”

The way you plead makes him twitch- he can’t take it anymore. The erection he’s had since you opened that second bottle of wine is throbbing. Adrian’s hips press into you and you feel his cock pushing through your folds, into your centre. A soft whimper escapes your lips as you feel him filling you up, the walls of your pussy struggling to accommodate him.

Watching your reaction, he double checks “Sure you’re okay?” 

You nod. Because it aches - but in the best kind of way. 

“Good,” he says. “Because you feel so good. Your pussy feels so fucking good around me.”

You wrap your legs around his waist. Fuck, he has such a slutty little waist, you think to yourself as he grinds into you, pushing deeper, the head of his cock pressing into your g-spot. You slip your hand between your bodies to touch yourself and he moans quietly in your ear.

“Oh my god, yeah. Fuck, rub your clit because I’m not gonna last long.”

He clasps your other hand, fingers intertwining with yours- half holding it, half pinning it to the bed. Your body writhes under him, leaning your head back into your pillows and he takes the opportunity to suck at your freshly exposed neck.

“You look so good taking it so deep like this,” he groans, tilting his head down to watch his cock slide in and out of you. “I can’t believe I’m fucking inside you.”

Everything he says makes the hairs on the back of your arms stand up. You feel so, deliciously full- the indecent slapping and squelching noises as he picks up pace and pounds into you only makes you wetter.

Your legs squeeze around his waist as your whole body tightens like a spring coiling, ready to be released. The friction of his body moves yours, driving you into your mattress, and putting even more rhythmic pressure on your fingers against your clit. 

“Adrian, I’m- ah, fuck- I’m gonna cum again.”

“Fuck, look at me. I want you to cum when I cum. Let it all out for me.”

You try and keep eye contact with him while bliss rockets through your body as his hips slam into you harder. It spreads from your centre right down your legs, now in a vice-like grip around him. You curse his name incoherently, your pussy tightening and releasing as you cum around his cock. 

“That’s it- fuckfuckfuckfuck-” His full weight collapses on you as he empties himself. You feel Adrian’s cock pulsing inside you as he groans your name and comes to a halt.

You both lie there for a few moments, Adrian breathing raggedly into the crook of your neck, his heartbeat and yours pounding against each other. Your euphoria is interrupted only briefly when he pulls out of you and disposes of the condom. 

Adrian returns to your bed and pulls you into his chest. 

“I am never listening to Taylor ever again,” you say, face pressed against his pectoral muscles.

“Yeah?”

“I mean, unless…” You tilt your head up to look at him. “You still want to take me on a date right?”

“Are you crazy? Of course, I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Nevermind.” The dating scene in Evergreen has sucked so hard for so long, your first thought was that he might not want to see you again.

He grabs your face with both hands, trying to drum sense into you. “I’ve wanted to ask you out for months. You’re not getting rid of me.”

Adrian plants a kiss on your forehead.

Maybe there is a decent man in this town after all.

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Pair of Aces - Chapter 5. Day Five

Pair of Aces

Chapter: 5. Day Five

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.4k~

Summary: Vigilante makes a key discovery in the Butterfly's plan and our pair gets a little closer.

Chapter Content: Mentions of Violence, Bad Flirting (kind of)

A/N: This chapter is finally done thank god. It’s a little shorter than the others but these two are getting sooooo close, we’re almost at the tipping point!

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She woke up the next morning and instantly regretted it. A pounding headache and dry mouth greeted her with reminders of how much she drank the night before. She dragged herself to the bathroom, pointedly ignoring the masked man happily humming on the other side of the room. How the fuck was he so cheery? She felt like she’d been run over by a truck.

She leant over the sink and splashed cold water on her face, staring into the mirror with bleary hungover eyes.

I am never drinking again.

It was a blatant lie, the same thing she said to herself after every hangover. It never stuck but she found comfort in the little routine, berating herself for embarrassing decisions took some of the edge off. And fuck, was last night embarrassing. Embarrassing, inappropriate, unprofessional…

…super fucking hot.

She shook her head again and splashed more water on her cheeks, groaning at her slowly slipping self-control. There wasn’t time for this kind of thing, there was work to do. She quickly got dressed, took a deep breath and steeled herself for another day.

She exited the bathroom and made her way back over to the beds. She quickly picked up the bowls from the nightstand and started to walk back across the room to prepare breakfast.

“Um, do you have anything that isn’t oatmeal?” Vigilante hesitantly piped up, sitting up on his bed and watching her with the bowls.

She chuckled, moved back to her bed and set the bowls back down. “Not into another morning of maple?”

He shook his head at her as she started rummaging through her pack. “Alright, I’ve got granola bars and some apples.” She stood back up with the items in her hand and offered them to him.

He got up and grabbed a chocolate chip granola bar and an apple before moving over and sitting down on the couch. “Thanks. Do you always have so many snacks?”

She sat down next to him and unwrapped a granola bar. “Yeah, I’m pretty much always on the move so I got used to taking food everywhere with me.”

He nodded. “Makes sense. It’s really useful.” He rolled up his mask and smiled at her before taking a bite of the shiny red apple. She couldn’t help but watch as his incisors tore into the fruit, shredding the ripe flesh between his teeth.

Oh, come on! It’s too early for this.

She forced herself to avert her gaze and pulled out her phone instead, deciding to flip through her camera roll and ignore him.

“Whatcha looking at?” His muffled voice rang out through a mouthful of apple bits.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t talk with your mouth full! I’m looking at the photos from the farmhouse.” She sighed and scrunched up her face in concentration on the images. “There’s something we’re missing, I know it. I just need to figure out what.”

He made sure he had chewed and swallowed before responding to her. “Can I take a look?”

“Go ahead.” She shrugged and handed him the phone. “It just doesn’t make sense. Absolutely no one could be living in that place, but half a dozen people came out of nowhere.” She groaned in annoyance and balled up her granola bar wrapper, throwing it on the coffee table with more force than necessary.

He didn’t respond, intently focused on the pictures of the various rooms inside the farmhouse. They sat silently for a few moments while Vig scrolled through the images. Suddenly, he turned towards her with another smile.

“There.” 

He handed back the device and pointed to the left corner. On the screen was the kitchen area of the building. It had scratched flooring and chipped counters wall to wall, with broken pipes and rusted appliances scattered around. She looked carefully at the corner Vigilante was pointing to but she didn’t see anything unusual. 

“There what? What am I looking for?”

He leaned in and tapped the screen again in the lower corner. “Look at the floorboards.” She squinted at the zoomed-in floor. In the back corner, there was a large chunk of crown moulding missing and a dark gap between the edge of the wall and the floor.

“Okay? There’s …a hole?” She was still confused.

“Back at the Goff mansion, Peacemaker and I ended up in this weird sub-basement. It was dug out underground.” Vigilante explained. “Butterflies are insects, right? I think they like to burrow.”

Her eyes lit up with understanding. “There’s something under the house!”

He nodded and grinned at her. “Exactly.”

“This might be what we’ve been missing the whole time. Come on!” She leapt off the couch and rushed over to her gear bag. “Let’s go check this out.”

Vig tossed his apple core in the garbage and grabbed his own bags. They both quickly headed out to the car and drove the short distance to the farmhouse. She was giddy with excitement at the possible discovery, hopeful it would explain what the fuck was happening out here.

She was the first one in the house this time, making sure it was still empty and undisturbed from their last visit the day before. Vigilante followed her in and they made their way to the kitchen to inspect that gap in the floorboards. He leaned down and closely examined the missing moulding and cracked floor before straightening up.

“There’s definitely something under here, give me a hand?”

She leaned down next to him and they both pried at the flooring. Several pieces pulled away and exposed the edge of a wooden plank stuck underneath. They worked together to pull more pieces away and slowly uncovered the full plank, revealing it to be a hatch with a metal pull ring in the center. Vig kicked away some of the debris from the corner, trying to clear a path around the edges.

She was briefly distracted by the fact he was using his right foot. “Hey, you’re not limping anymore? Is your foot okay?”

He looked over at her and then down at his right foot. “Oh! Yeah, it’s all better now.” She raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously and he tried to reassure her. “Seriously, it’s fine. I barely even notice it anymore.”

it wasn’t the right moment for this conversation so she let it slide, filing it away under the ‘weird Vigilante things’ mental folder she’d been slowly compiling the whole trip. Focusing back on the hatch, they finally got it free and were able to tug it open. The hatch revealed a ladder that descended into pitch-black darkness deep underneath the house.

“Holy shit, you were right.” She gave him an incredulous look before staring down into the dark pit.

“I’ll go first.” Vig was already stepping down onto the ladder while fishing out a flashlight from his utility belt. 

“Be careful.”

He nodded at her before continuing on his descent, the torch lighting up the way down. After a minute or so she heard him hit the bottom and call up to her it was safe. She took a deep breath and started climbing down after him, grateful for the light he was shining for her.

When she reached the bottom, she steadied herself and tried to look around but the darkness enveloped everything outside the torch’s range. Vigilante was swinging the light around, looking for something.

“Here we go!” He exclaimed and lights flooded the area. 

He had found a switch and dozens of overhead lamps all flickered on simultaneously, giving them a fully lit view of the space. She spun around, taking in the strange environment as best she could. It looked to be a large cavern, dug straight into the ground with strategically placed supports and beams holding it together.

“Stay close, we don’t know how deep this place goes.” He cautioned her and she agreed. Burrowing was definitely the correct word for this place, it was like a maze of tunnels. The hallways were wide enough for them to walk side by side as they explored the underground base. There were over a dozen long tunnels all connected with twists and turns through the space. Knocked-over crates, empty glass jars and several industrial hand trucks littered the floors and corners but she didn’t see anything else. 

She tried to keep track of where there were going but quickly got turned around, everything looked the damn same. …except for that one.

“Hey, look!” She grabbed his arm and pointed to her left. She had spotted another ladder, different than the one they had climbed down initially. She tugged him over towards it and looked up, seeing another wooden hatch at the top.

Without a word, Vigilante grabbed onto the ladder and started the climb.

“Be careful, you don’t know what’s up there!” She called up to him as he pushed open the hatch and poked his head through.

“Oh, fuck!” Vig yelled out and ducked down, quickly closing the hatch behind him and racing back down the ladder.

“What happened? Are you ok?”

He was coughing and trying to take deep breaths through his mask. “It leads to that pasture I shot all the Butterflies in. The bodies are still there.” He gagged again. “Out in this heat, it’s fucking disgusting.”

She grimaced in sympathy, having dealt with her share of corpses before. She grabbed one of the crates laying around and turned it over so they could both sit down.

“What the fuck is this place?” She sighed. There was so much new information from their discovery but she was still confused. These tunnels were clearly how they got all those people into the house without anyone seeing them. But what for?

“Why would they drive to the pasture if they had these tunnels?” She closed her eyes and tried to remember exactly what had happened the other day. Seven people had come out, gotten in the truck and driven to the pasture. Then they…what did they do? Before Vig shot them, they did something. What was it?

She was interrupted from her thoughts by Vigilante suddenly shoving her off the crate. 

“Hey! What the fu-” She started to yell at him but she quickly shut up as he kicked the crate over and reached inside. He pulled out what looked to be a clipboard that had been stuck in one of the broken slats on the crate. Flipping it over, he held it out so they could both see it. Big bold letters marked the top of the page clipped to the board.

GLEN TAI BOTTLING COMPANY - DELIVERY INVOICE

The words stared back at her. What was Glen Tai? Deliveries?

“The bottles.” Vig spoke quietly and she turned to look at him. “They’re transporting crates of those glass jars with liquid inside them.”

That was what the Butterflies were doing in the pasture, she remembered now. They pulled jars out of a crate and ingested something from them. She looked around at all the tunnels surrounding them, at all the broken crates and jars on the ground.

“This is a food transport system.” 

She understood now. Well, as much as she understood anything to do with the Butterflys currently. What she did know was they weren’t fully human, they needed this liquid and they were definitely using these tunnels to distribute it.

She looked over at Vig and he was staring down at the clipboard still. 

“There’s a delivery scheduled for tomorrow.” He handed her the invoice and she quickly scanned the page. It looked like they had regular deliveries to this area, coming in and out through the farmhouse and god knows where else through these tunnels. Lucky for them, there was a drop-off listed for the following afternoon.

“Well, then I guess we’ll have to come visit them tomorrow!” She sounded chipper at the thought.

Vigilante cocked his head to the side in confusion. “And do what?”

She looked at him with a grin. “And kill every single last one of them.”

They raced back through the tunnels, only getting lost twice which felt like an accomplishment. Surfacing in the dilapidated farmhouse they quickly headed back to the Sebring.

He stopped before opening the car door and turned towards her. “Hey, I know we didn’t kill anyone today but can we still get pizza?”

She thought for a moment, then smiled at him. “Okay, sure. Finding that hatch was a stroke of genius so I’ll agree to a victory pizza. Same toppings as last time?” 

Vigilante nodded happily as they hopped in and he pulled the car onto the main road, heading toward the town. A short stop at the pizza place and they were back in the motel enjoying the hot pepperoni and mushroom goodness.

They ate mostly in silence, deeply engrossed in the food after a long day exploring weird caves. It was a comfortable silence, they were both trying to understand exactly what was happening down there and what would go down tomorrow. 

She eyed the pizza sitting on the coffee table. She knew she had finished her half of the pizza but there was one slice left in the box, taunting her. He wouldn’t mind, right? It was just one slice. She reached over and quickly snagged it out of the box, consequences be damned.

“Hey, that was mine!” She glanced over at the outburst, his outrage at her thievery evident. She raised the slice to her mouth in defiance but froze when she saw the deadly serious look on his face. His jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed behind the red visor glass, staring her down. 

Oh shit.

She leapt up from the couch and tried to quickly move the slice in her hand far away from him before he pounced. Unfortunately, he was faster than her and managed to snake his arms around her waist, pulling her back into him and preventing her escape.

"Stealing is a crime you know!" He growled in her ear.

She froze again, completely distracted by how he was pressed into her and holding her firmly in place against him. She could feel the heat from his body radiating through his t-shirt as he tugged her into his solid grip.

He slid one arm out to grab her elbow and pull her arm back towards him, trying to maneuver the pizza slice into his open mouth for a bite. She quickly realized his intentions and twisted away, trying to break his grip at the last second. He refused to let her go and was pulled forward, sinking his teeth into her shoulder instead of the pizza.

He stilled immediately, teeth still clamped onto her skin. He expected to be met with the usual 'No biting!' like Peacemaker always yelled, or at least some sort of angry response. Instead, she reacted by arching into him with a barely disguised whimper escaping from the back of her throat. Surprised, he slowly released her shoulder from the clutch of his teeth.

She immediately started to yell at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "What the fuck!"

"I was aiming for the food!"

"Well, you fucking missed!" She hissed, renewing her struggle against his hold.

He wrapped his free arm back around her ribs and forced her to hold still while he leaned in, muttering lowly in her ear. "...did you enjoy that?"

“Dude, what the hell!” She protested strongly, this was not a conversation she wanted to have right now.

“What? It sure sounded like it, I want to know.” 

She flailed even harder against him trying to get away. “Just let me go!” 

"Nuh-uh." He chastised her attempt and gripped her even harder, pulling her tight against his chest. "Food for your freedom, those are the terms."

"I don't negotiate with terrorists!" All her efforts to break out of his hold were futile, but she was hoping the movement would help disguise just how hard she was breathing.

"Is this you being terrorized?" He laughed right by her ear, his breath ghosting against the cool streak of saliva still decorating the imprint he left on her shoulder. Shivers raced down her spine at the sudden sensation and she stopped struggling, still trapped in his arms.

"How about this, give me the pizza and I'll bite you again." He stated plainly, in that cursed nonchalant tone.

"Don't you mean or? Like a threat?"

"Nope." 

She could practically hear the grin on his face widen.

Oh goddammit.  

If he hadn’t been holding her up, she’s certain she would have fallen on the floor with how quickly her knees are turning to jelly. She needed this to stop before she made a mistake.

“Don’t. Just take it.” She mumbled and raised the slice in her hand back towards him without looking, then went limp in his arms. “Please let me go now.”

He immediately dropped his grasp on her and slowly took the piece of pizza. She stepped away, trying to put as much distance between them as she could. He frowned, watching her practically run away from him. 

“Hey. I was just teasing, you didn’t have t-”

She cut him off with a shake of her head. “It’s your slice! I just don’t feel well, still kind of hungover.” 

He relaxed a little but still looked at her warily.  “Do you need anything?”

“Um, water maybe?” She was surprised at his offer but she was in fact thirsty.

He nodded and walked over to the nightstand, grabbing one of the leftover glasses from the previous evening with one hand while he munched on his recovered slice of pizza. He filled the glass with water from the tap and brought it out to her.

“Thanks.” She sipped the water slowly. There was a moment of silence between them, broken up only by Vig chewing the last few bites of the food.

Eventually, she broke the slightly tense atmosphere with a question she thought would distract him. “So, for tomorrow. What kind of firepower do you think we’ll need?”

She was correct, he jumped at the question and spent the next few hours going through every single weapon the two of them had brought. She bit her tongue and let him pick up each and every blade in her cases, listening as he explained exactly how he would use each one in their mission tomorrow. He wanted to bring everything, who knows what they would need? She cautiously reminded him they couldn’t carry all of that down with them and that they needed to prioritize.

“You can’t bring thirty-seven blades with you Vig. You only have two hands, come on.”

“But they’re all different!” He whined. “What if we need a specific knife and you didn’t let me bring it and then the whole thing goes to shit and we both die? What then!”

She crossed her arms. “We are not going to die because I didn’t let you bring both a four-inch and a six-inch model of the same damn knife.”

“You don’t know that!”

“The great and talented Vigilante, taken down because of a slightly too short knife?” She raised an eyebrow at him and grinned. “I thought you were better than that.”

He scowled at her, easily rising to the bait. “It wouldn't be my fault, it would be yours but fine! I’ll just have to use my awesome skills to compensate for your unreasonably limited weapon choices.”

She rolled her eyes as she packed away the ten knives she had allowed him to select from her collection. He did have decent taste, the selection contained several of her favourites. She placed them in her large duffel bag next to the stash of guns, ammo and adhesive explosives that Task Force X had included in their gear. Those would be coming in especially handy for tomorrow.

Vig called out to her after she had finished with the gear. “Get some sleep, you’ll need it.”

She gave him a small smile as thanks, flicked off the lights and crawled into bed. Before she closed her eyes and drifted off, she gently ran a finger over the small mark on her shoulder and thought about the man across the room responsible for it. She just had to survive one more night with him. 

Just one more night.

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A/N: These two, I swear to god. Idiots, the both of them lol. Just one night left! Let me know what you think so far :)

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Oooo an idea came to me!!

If it’s okay, can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!innocent civilian!reader where Adrian finds out a girl has been kidnapped, and he goes to find and save her during his Vigilante rounds. He barges into where she’s being held, kills every single person in the room besides a terrified and shaking Y/n, and then he frees her and is just like, (gleefully) “Okay! You’re free to go!!😊😊”, and honestly Y/n is still terrified and in shock, and is just clinging to him with wide eyes. I think he wouldn’t fully understand what’s wrong with her, not understanding why she’s so shaken up and isn’t all excited about him saving her (poor girl is too much in shock from what happened to her and also it was traumatic seeing Vig taking out all the bad guys😅), so he brings her to the 11th Street Kids HQ, carrying her in like, “Hey guys!! I saved this girl and she’s all frozen and I don’t know why??” John would probably be like, “Dude?? She’s in shock” and he’d be like, “Oh🤔”. Anyways, the team take care of her wounds, and let her stay and heal. Adrian takes the most care of her, much to the surprise of the team, and he’s just super gentle with her and she feels super safe with him🥺

Summary: Had Vigilante intended to find the missing Mayor's daughter? No, but he wasn't going to admit that. He'd completed the 11th Street Kids' mission entirely by himself and found himself caring for the kidnapped girl.

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Kidnapping, Caretaking, Fluff, Sleepovers, First Meetings, Minor Injuries

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Y/N had no idea where she was. She didn't know how she got here. Nor what day it was. She was just somewhere, completely alone and still in her work clothes - surely that meant she was taken either on her way to her job or coming from there - and she couldn't remember anything relating to how or why she was kidnapped.

There was a blip. An unnatural one. Why didn't she have that in her memory? Was it traumatic and her brain was protecting her by drawing a blank, and would probing further cause some sort of breakdown that she'd never return from? Or had she come into contact with someone or some sort of gas or drugs that had the ability to wipe her brain?

Had she been kidnapped by Will Smith and the rest of the Men in Black? She had no way of knowing.

It was cold and dark and quiet. Nobody had come to check if she was still alive or provided food. All Y/N could do was huddle with her knees tucked into her chest and hope that something was going to happen, even the slightest noise that would help piece something - anything, anything at all - together.

Who knows how she waited, how long she shivered until a noise happened. A loud bang rang out then something or someone hit the ground. Then it happened again. And again. And again. Each time louder, more solid, closer.

A loud screeching sound came next as a door swung open and finally let some light in through the narrow doorway. It was enough for Y/N to make out one figure moving through the door frame. It was a faceless man, though she only assumed that it was a man by the grunt he let out when his toe caught a patch of uneven ground, and he held out his hand to her.

"Jesus fuck! You okay? You look seriously not okay. What's up?" He asked, his voice far too casual for the situation they were in. Y/N took his hand without thinking and let him haul her upwards.

Her body trembled and every joint hurt when she stood but she didn't complain, because right now he seemed willing to help her - whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen.

"My name is - " she started, but the man interrupted before she could say any more.

"Wait, hold on," he said, grabbing one arm while he used his other hand to fumble around in his pockets. After what felt like forever, his hands pulled out a lighter, lit it, and threw it onto a pile of documents that was lying in a bundle next to a nearby table. "Use that for warmth. You're fucking freezing, dude."

The fire was warm, as fire tends to be, so she did as he said and crouched down in front of it, trying to keep her teeth from chattering with extreme effort.

"I know who you are, bt-dubz." The man said with an amused tone, sitting down on the table, his legs swinging like a child. "Mayor's daughter, right?"

She nodded silently.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Vigilante. I'm here to help."

Vigilante. Yeah, she'd heard of him. Surely everyone in the Washington area had heard of this guy.

With her hands a little warmer, Y/N finally looked around and saw that she'd been held hostage in a small shipping container that clearly had a camera somewhere in the corner because a live feed was playing on a screen on the other side of the room. There were also multiple dead bodies strewn about, presumably these were the guys who kidnapped her, and puddles of blood all over the place.

"Are they all dead?" She croaked out eventually, looking back at Vigilante with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"Yep."

"Oh."

Almost as a stroke of irony, a pair of bad guys that had managed to hide from the original onslaught came into the room with their guns pointed directly at the scared, shivering girl. Y/N moved as fast as her trembling muscles allowed and hid behind Vigilante, pressing herself against him so hard that he grunted in surprise.

After giving them a playful wave, Vigilante shot them just as the more confident of the two guys was about to speak up. They tumbled to the ground in a heap before they'd even had a chance to defend themselves. Vigilante turned and gave Y/N a thumbs up like this was a totally normal thing to do and witness, and was a little surprised that she'd buried her face in the back of his armour and hadn't seen his awesome gun skills.

"No need to get scared." He said gently. "You've got me to protect you now and I'm super cool."

She lifted her head just enough to catch sight of his concerned eyes before burying her face in the back of his armour once again. He turned to face her and was immediately engulfed in a hug as Y/N clung onto him. His arms wrapped around her almost reflexively in response to her action, though he wasn't even sure he really understood why she was hugging him. But he wasn't about to protest.

It was nice. Comforting, in fact. In some weird way, being held like this made him feel far more heroic than beating the bad guys up ever could have. It made him feel like a true superhero.

Did Superman feel like this?

"Let's get you out of here, huh? Me and my pals have been looking all over for you," Vigilante told her as they walked out of the shipping container, his arm around her waist to help her walk. She'd been sitting for at least a week straight. She was tired, starving, freezing, weak, bruised and had no recollection of exactly what had happened to her so any help she was offered, Y/N was going to take.

They got back to his car in no time. Vigilante opened the door for her, held her hand until she was securely inside the Vigilante-mobile, and secured her seat belt for her. "I don't know if that was patronising of me? Was it?" he mumbled sheepishly as he slid into the driver's seat.

"No. No. Thank you for helping me," Y/N said softly.

As he was backing out of where he was parked, his palm rested on the back of her headrest and he peered out the rear view window, and in doing so, he caught a glimpse of the meatball sub and bag of Lays that he'd packed for his late night patrol meal and left on his backseat. Once the driving manoeuvre had been completed, he was reaching for this meal and handing it to the hungry girl.

"Do you like meatballs?"

"I'm a vegetarian but I'm so hungry that I don't actually give a shit right now."

"Fuckin eat up, then," he laughed as Y/N dug into the package and devoured it. She wanted to be polite and have manners, just as she'd been taught to have all of her life, but she was so hungry, she forgot every single rule and etiquette lesson, and simply went for it. Vigilante didn't seem to mind, he just watched her with a smile on his face.

"I'm so sorry," she said between bites, taking another bite before speaking. "I don't usually eat like a pig, I swear!" She continued, swallowing quickly. Her hands flew up to her mouth to cover up the last bit of her chewing and he smiled at her in amusement.

"It's kinda hot actually. Is that weird? That sounds weird, right?" He joked and she smiled shyly at him, shaking her head and laughing despite herself. He was funny and cute in a slightly goofy kind of way, yet Y/N found herself feeling a little more at ease. Not completely. It would take more than a few jokes and a hasty meal for her to feel completely safe, but maybe having him around would make it a little easier.

Harcourt and the rest of the 11th Street Kids weren't expecting Vigilante to arrive with the girl they had all been tasked to save for the past week at 10pm on a Monday. But, he had. Obviously, they didn't know that the girl clinging to Vigilante's arm as he walked in was the Mayor's daughter and not some random civilian that he was bringing into their super secret HQ. Adebayo, Economos and Harcourt all stared in disbelief.

"Who the fuck is that?" Harcourt barked, her hands on her hips and annoyance in every line of her body. Thanks to how aggressive she sounded, Y/N hid behind Vigilante's shoulder.

"This is my boss, no need to worry," he soothed, looking back at her before turning towards his friends again. "Hi guys, this is Y/N, you know, the girl we're looking for. I found her!"

The others looked sceptical at first. Then Y/N raised her head enough that they got a look at her face and gave them a little wave, and there was no doubt - none at all - that this was the rich kid they'd been tasked to find. They'd seen pictures of her. In all of those, though, her hair was styled and not like a bird's nest, she had make up on her face and there weren't splotches of dirt and bruises everywhere, she wore fashionable outfits rather than a ragged painter's overalls.

"Where's Peace?" Adrian asked, scanning the room for his buddy while everyone else tried to digest the information he'd provided them with. He whispered to Y/N over his shoulder, "Peacemaker is really cool. I think you'd like him, not as much as you like me of course, but he's, like, the coolest dude out there," and she just nodded along, still hiding in a daze.

"Let me get this straight - "

Leota couldn't help it. She joked, "Ew, straights."

"Adebayo, please." Leota put her hands up in surrender even though she thought it was funny. "You found the Mayor's daughter -"

"Her name is Y/N," he interrupted.

"I fucking know her name is Y/N, Adrian! We've been searching for her for days and had literally no leads, yet you just found her -" Harcourt clicked her fingers. "Just like that?!"

A sense of cockiness entered his brain. Had it been an accident that he came across a bunch of sketchy looking guys that happened to have the exact person he was supposed to be looking for? Maybe... Yes. It definitely was. Was he going to admit to that? Hell no.

"Just like that," he cheered back smugly, ignoring Harcourt's outburst altogether and putting his hand on the small of Y/N's back to steer her in front of him. He noticed that she was still shaking like a leaf, and brushed his hand up and down her arm in an attempt to warm her up. "You cold? I'm sure I've got a sweater here somewhere."

"No, I'm not cold."

"You're shaking?"

"She's in shock, asshole," Economos pointed out from one side of the room while slouched against his desk and messaged Waller about this new development on his laptop.

Adrian scanned his brain to figure out what the hell to do when someone is in shock. He knew about physical shock - lay the person down, elevate the legs and feet slightly and keep them as still as possible - but, yeah, emotional stuff had never been his forte.

"Do you wanna another hug?" he offered quietly, truly only loud enough for Y/N to hear him. Y/N didn't reply verbally, she just attached herself to his side instantly and allowed him to wrap an arm around her waist, holding her close to his chest.

Everyone else in the room was stunned once again. Adrian had shocked them twice that night. He'd completed their mission all by himself and now he was acting softly towards a woman he'd met hours before. It was surreal, to say the least.

"You're going to be fine," Vigilante reassured Y/N, who seemed to visibly relax at these words from her saviour. "We'll be able to get you home and all cleaned up soon. You're gonna be just fine. Everything's gonna be okay," he repeated in her ear, and Y/N believed him wholeheartedly.

She would be fine. If he thought she would be, she would be.

John cleared his throat to get their attention. "Waller has instructed us to keep you here tonight, under watch because the forgetfulness gas they dosed her with is known to have side effects, so we can ensure your safety before your father gets here from Baltimore tomorrow morning," he informed the pair standing in front of him.

Y/N swallowed hard. Baltimore was around an hour away. That wasn't that long of a drive. It was doable, especially cause the roads were quiet this time of night. No, Y/N's father thought that this wasn't that big of a deal, clearly, which shouldn't have been as surprising as it was to her.

Dance recitals. Parent teacher meetings. Kidnappings. She'd been by herself for all of them. Well, Vigilante had been there to help her out with one of those.

"Is there a shower here?" Y/N asked as she glanced around the room nervously.

"No, there isn't," Harcourt told her. "Sorry."

"Oh, okay."

The poor girl sounded so defeated. She'd been through so much already and she was stuck in gross, dirty clothes in a room with people she didn't know. Of course Vigilante took pity on her.

"My apartment is five minutes away. I have a shower and I'll give you some clothes. That's okay, right, Harcourt?" He looked over at Harcourt hopefully. "Just so Y/N can clean up a bit?"

Harcourt sighed loudly. What she was about to offer wasn't out of the goodness of her heart. Vigilante was obviously enamoured by Y/N and would be really annoying if anyone took over her care, Emilia knew that with 100% certainty, so why not let him do everything and get a few hours of sleep. It was a win win.

"I'll do you one better: if you keep an eye on her, she can stay at your apartment till morning. Sound good?"

"Sounds really good to me. What do you think, Y/N?"

"Uh... Yeah, thank you so much! I don't want to impose-"

"Fuckin too polite, that's what you are," Vigilante fondly teased, his palm rubbing circles on Y/N's lower back. "It's settled! We're having a slumber party!"

The corners of Y/N lips turned up into a little smile. A slumber party with a masked hero? Why not? Life is short and he was nice to be around. It was a perfect idea.

After a week of solitary confinement and sensory deprivation, yeah, she deserved a night of fun.

So, once Vigilante had promised that he'd have her back by 9 am, they were making the 5 minute journey to his apartment. The place itself was a weird mix of 'I'm a typical single guy living alone so I have an xbox, a TV, gym equipment, a microwave, a broken bed, and a beat up couch that I bought of Craigslist' with a few family photos and a display case of childhood trophies that were clearly from two very different children - one was mostly for creative writing and a fair few participation ones while the other was every sport under the sun.

Y/N was guided into the bathroom, which was surprisingly neat - well, it's hard not to be when you have not much stuff - and was shown where everything was. Towels. The 5 litre jug of 2 in 1 hair and body wash. He'd gotten a packaged toothbrush and placed it right next to his thoroughly squished and twisted toothpaste. He'd plonked down the tube of Arnica for her bruises, and even offered to rub the cream in for her after her shower if she needed him to.

Did she need him to? Physically, no. Mentally, yes. It was a sweet moment of being cared for. There was no way it could last forever, but it felt pretty damn nice. So Y/N said yes.

Wrapped in nothing but a towel, Y/N watched as Vigilante - who still kept his mask on despite the fact she'd seen his family photos and could pick him out of a line up based on them - was so gentle as he thumbed the Arnica into a bruise on her cheek.

"I don't get to do this often."

"Hmm...?"

"Patch someone else up. I'm usually using this stuff on myself. It's nice - I mean, not the fact that you've got these bruises, that's not nice. That's not nice at all - but, I don't know, I know it sucks having to do this for yourself and I didn't want you to have to go through that on your own. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah," she murmured. "Thank you. For caring. About me."

He chuckled, "It's easy to," and had no idea that he'd said something incredibly sweet. Y/N's eyes became a little misty, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. She sniffled and wiped them away as he moved to get her some pj's.

They stayed silent for the longest time after that and the atmosphere between them had shifted. It wasn't awkward or tense, per say. But it felt intimate in a way that was foreign to the both of them. Adrian felt delirious from how happy he was, how excited he was to have Y/N around him, and felt reckless. So, he did something totally out of character for him.

"Do you think it would be weird if I took my mask off?" he inquired, his voice taking on a rather shy tone. "Like, would that freak you out? I thought we could watch a movie and I usually eat popcorn and... y'know."

"If you're comfortable with it, yeah. I mean, I know what you look like already."

"You do!?"

She gestured to one of the family pictures on the wall. "The one in teal, right?" Y/N pointed to the younger boy in the image - a goofy, gangly looking teenager with a power ranger on his shirt - and even if he had tried to lie, his face gave it away.

His fingers found the edge of his mask and he pulled it off without a second thought, revealing his face for Y/N to actually see properly. His hair was a mess but it was cute messy and he had this huge grin plastered across his face, looking absolutely manic but so endearing.

"What movie do you wanna watch?"

Stunned, Y/N didn't answer. She couldn't. He was too pretty. Way too pretty. Her mouth went dry and all thoughts left her brain. She stared at him and he just looked at her, waiting for an answer, his cheeks tinged with colour as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. She hated his mask now, she decided, because it was a crime to cover such beauty.

"Are you going back into shock?"

"No, you're just pretty," Y/N admitted quietly, a nervous smile gracing her features.

"Me?"

It was like electricity passed between them as the words slipped from his lips and it caused Y/N's chest to tighten.

"Yeah."

Bashfulness overtook him as he averted his gaze to the floor sheepishly. "Thanks, I guess." He paused for a brief second before returning his gaze to hers. "You're pretty too."

Really badly.

He wanted to kiss her but knew he shouldn't. Not right now, that wasn't appropriate. Maybe later. Who knows? But he definitely wanted to kiss her.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This isn't... you're in a vulnerable state, I shouldn't be flirting with you."

Like, super bad.

Oh, wait. Superbad. That would be a great, easygoing movie to watch.

"Let me go get changed and get my laptop. I'll be right back," he quickly excused himself.

While Y/N waited for him, she got into the pj's he'd provided and ventured into his bedroom. There weren't many personal items inside. A lot of comic books, a couple of CDs and figurines, some posters - she recognised the obvious (Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman) but there were some hand drawn ones that were superheroes that he'd come up with - and an old Teddy bear.

Picking up the bear, Y/N smiled. It was small and brown and missing an eye but had clearly been very loved. She ran her thumb along the worn fabric of the fur, a warm feeling spreading throughout her chest, and sat on his bed with it on her lap.

Vigilante re-entered the room wearing some sweatpants with a tank top. Once he saw Y/N sitting down and holding his bear, his face contorted into one of surprise. He opened his mouth to say something, probably a dumb ass comment, but closed it once Y/N looked up at him so softly and innocently that whatever he was going to say was wiped from his mind.

"What's their name?" Y/N nodded towards the bear.

"His name is Bagel."

"Bagel?" she repeated, amusement coating every letter.

"Yeah, cause he's the same shade of brown as a bagel, duh."

"Duh!" Y/N laughed quietly, clutching Bagel close to her as Adrian sat beside her and started scrolling through Netflix to find the movie he wanted.

Soon, they were shoulder to shoulder watching the movie together whilst Y/N snuggled up closely against Adrian's side, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder as she cuddled both his arm and the Teddy to her chest. Adrian rested his head lightly on top of hers, enjoying the comfort he received from her presence and the warmth of her body pressed against his.

In that moment, all of his worries and problems were wiped away, and was replaced with complete contentment.

None of the side effects of the forgetfulness gas had made an appearance, which was lucky, and they both fell asleep before the movie ended. Neither woke up until morning rolled around. They slept soundly and peacefully through the night, wrapped tightly in each other's arms with Bagel lying snugly between them.

9 am arrived and they were prepared for everything - they had a solid 8 hours, breakfast, brushed their teeth, a fresh outfit on, every step in their normal morning routine - but the one thing they hadn't accounted for was leaving each other.

They'd only known each other for around 12 hours but it definitely had made an impression on them. Their interactions had been casual yet deep, meaningful yet lighthearted, and extremely tender. They had a connection that was different than they had expected, different than any relationship they had ever had before. It was strange and new and wonderful, and they didn't want it to end.

"Can I, uh, can I see your phone?" Y/N asked, a hesitant lilt to her voice.

"Yeah, the password is 1981."

Within seconds, Y/N was putting her number into his phone and sending herself a text message before handing it back to him. "We could have another slumber party if you'd like? Text me when you're free.”

"That'd be cool. I mean, I'd love that," Adrian responded, still staring down at where their fingertips touched. He glanced up, meeting Y/N's gaze for a moment before looking back down at his phone, a shy smile curling his lips upwards.

Before he second guessed himself, he moved in to press a sweet kiss on her cheek.

It may have been goodbye for now, but that was only temporary.

They'd have many more slumber parties in the future, many more nights spent curled up against each other with soft smiles playing on their lips. Eventually, many more kisses, many more hugs, many more of less PG things, many more of everything.

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{Roommates}

My first chaptered Adrian Chase story was first posted on the 28th April last year, so pretty soon it will have been a year since I started writing it but then back in July the fic went on unofficial hiatus!

Ten whole chapters of slow burn, cheesy and cringy nonsense that I loved absolutely every minute of writing.

Oh yeah, and something exciting this way comes….

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lestappen x reader

📁synopsis: they were supposed to be the good guys. because they always do the right thing. but that was months ago, and maybe y/n doesn't think that anymore. she hasn't thought that since they tore apart her life. with blood staining the said heroes's hands, maybe this life isn't cutting out for her. And why do the villains keep looking at her like she killed her dog? The hero Opollon shouldn't care what Il Predestinato and De Leeuw think of her. But those emerald and sea eyes look oh so familiar.

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[tinalbion]

A  R E A L  H E R O | e i g h t

You move to Evergreen for a fresh start, you’ve inherited your grandparents’ place, and then you meet the sweetest guy. But there’s a duality to him, something a bit darker. Then you meet Vigilante, a killer anti-hero who just looks out for the safety of Evergreen, but the dangerous side of him appeals to you more than you care to admit.

》MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT《

Pairing: Vigilante x f!Reader

Rating: Mature; Reader makes a brash decision, mention of murder, blood, the usual when it comes to this group.

Length: 6.2k

p a r t  8  | a m o u r

A/N: No smut in this chapter, only because it’s more story building time, and it’s important! But we may be graced in the next chapter~

You shouldn't have even THOUGHT of doing this in the emotional state you were in, it was wrong and ultimately went back on your conversation of trust, and yet you're the one who would break it first.

You tried to talk yourself out of this the further you walked up to the dirty glass of the abandoned movie store, but there you were as you cupped your hands over your face so you could peer into the setup, barely able to see anything through the random posters plastered all over the place. There had been a series of blurry figures you could make out until you stepped off to the side and found a peeling patch of newspaper that they hadn’t fixed just yet, so you squinted to make out whatever it was you were looking at.

You saw Vij, Peacemaker, and another man in the room, all chatting with one another as they had been packing things up like weapons and such. You were torn inside, wanting to get answers to what they were doing and why Adrian was distancing himself, or you could have relied on him to tell you in his own time. But with him, you never knew if the day you saw him would be your last to see him, you had always worried about his choice of pastime activities, especially last week when he came to you with a broken spirit and a damaged foot, you had an inkling of a hope that maybe he’d take it easy.

It only started to fester deep within you earlier this week, and despite the things you said to Adrian the last time you saw him and bandaged his foot up properly, he still hadn't confided in you much about anything. His texts were scattered and brief, but he still meant the sweet words he sent to you, but he was obviously distracted to the point there was very little interaction. 

You had even tried to visit him during one of his shifts, but he'd apparently called in due to "having the flu", to which you covered for him immediately and then left the restaurant feeling confused and worried. 

At one point in your deep thoughts and overthinking, you asked Adrian why he had to be dropped off by the blonde woman that night, to which he instantly tensed as you sat beside him on his sofa. 

“Come on, it couldn’t have been that bad. The Seabring break down?”

He took a breath and shrugged uneasily. “Harcourt was nice enough to drive me home because I was thrown in jail, so I didn’t have the car.”

You turned to him and stared wide-eyed. “WHAT?”

“Look, it wasn’t THAT big of a deal! I just tried to throw a garbage can through the police station’s window.”

“Adrian, what the fuck, why?” Your voice raised and you didn’t mean for it to seem like you were yelling at him, but you were so shocked that you couldn’t understand what the hell went through his head. 

He grumbled and sighed. “Leota, one of the people I work with, kept saying how bad Peacemaker’s dad is, how shitty Auggie is, and he IS. Racist piece of shit, he’s always making his life miserable. So she said she wished he was out of the picture so Chris could be happy… So I figured I could make him…go away. He was already in jail, so I figured I’d just deal with it there before he got out.”

“Adrian… you didn’t…” 

“No, I didn’t, I fucked up and didn’t do it.”

You sat there and looked at him as he faced the television, the pain was apparent sketched into his features, so you placed your hand on his shoulder and offered him a smile. “I’m proud that you didn’t do it, babe, you wanted to help your friend and I respect that, but those are his demons to face and he needs to deal with them, no matter how much you wanna help.”

“Yeah, I know, but still…”

You chuckled and leaned your head on his shoulder as you sat in silence with him, but soon after, he said he had to go home, despite you offering him to stay the night. Adrian declined and said he had a lot on his mind that he needed to work on, so you nodded and watched from your window as he left. 

Since that night, you worried for him so much that his friendship with Chris wasn’t exactly normal, though it wasn’t your business. He seemed to be incredibly dedicated, which was a valuable trait in a friend, but you hoped that wasn’t being exploited by the others in this group. As always, you worried, and in return, he worried about you.

But how could he involve you and sacrifice your safety with everything going on? Wouldn't that be absolutely selfish of him to do so? The more he thought about everything that was going on with what he was involved in, the more he wanted to tell you and express his worries, his thoughts, all of it.  It ate away at him that he couldn't tell you, and despite his protests to Harcourt, she scolded him AND Adebayo about involving those closest to them, their safety was important despite how much they wanted to keep them close. Leota reluctantly agreed and felt guilty about sending her wife away, but Adrian almost brushed it under the rug and dealt with the growing dread that sat in the pit of his stomach. He sat in silence sometimes and his thoughts drifted to you and how you would be handling his distance, he knew it was wrong of him, but how else could he tell you to stay away from this whole butterfly ordeal without revealing too much? 

But when he saw you burst through the door of the video shop with that look on your face, he knew something was going to happen and it wouldn’t end well, but he froze to the spot when you glared directly at him as he held a large black container. 

"Adrian you absolute asshole," you spat as you flung the door open. Still, you couldn't get another word in until the man known to be Peacemaker stepped forward, his hand gripped onto a black duffle bag as he looked absolutely confused by your presence. 

"Hey, lady, you got the wrong place of establishment," he said in a slightly raised tone. 

"I don't think I do, because he–" you said while pointing at Adrian– "is just the man I need to talk to."

"You know this crazy chick?" Peacemaker turned to Adrian with a distasteful expression. 

"Uh yeah, she's my girlfriend." Adrian looked over at you and gave you a meek smile and a half-hearted wave.

“No she’s not,” he argued, dismissing Adrain completely.

“Yes, I am.”

The room went silent for a moment. Both John and Peacemaker looked at the brunette man and just stared, mouths hanging open in disbelief.

"There's no way this fucking idiot has a girlfriend," Economos said. 

"And one that hot," Peacemaker mentioned. “Oh, I get it, is she a nerd like you? Met her playing one of your fruity little dungeons and dragons games?” He turned to look over at Adrain, who seemed to be overwhelmed by everything going on.

You turned to look at the man with a scowl on your face. "First off, don't call my boyfriend an idiot," you snapped at the large, bearded man. "And second," you whipped your head toward Peacemaker, "watch your mouth, this isn’t your business."

"You're kinda making it our business when you're busting down the door and yelling at the only people in the room," Peacemaker stated. 

You gave a sigh and shook your head, but you walked up to Adrian with your consistent glare, then pulled him off to the side. "Can I talk to you in private?"

“Vij, we don’t have TIME for this, we have a cow to– SHIT to do!” 

"You shouldn't be here, babe, what if the others come back and see someone they’ve never seen before? They could freak out."

"People freaking out is only a problem for you when it's one of these members of the half-assed Justice League, but when I'm the one freaking out, it's not that bad, right?" Before he could speak, you cut him off. "I don't understand you, Adrian, you're distancing yourself from me and it's not like you at all! I don't mind supporting you with whatever is going on, but you're scaring me…" Your words trailed off and felt almost too embarrassed to admit it. “I don’t know what’s happening with you and I wanna know what’s going on.”

Adrian looked at you and stared, he couldn't come up with an excuse for how you'd been treated, but he also wasn't sure what to really say in front of the others in the room. 

"Sounds like trouble in paradise over there, Vij, she ain't keeping you pussy whipped, is she?" 

When your eyes met the man's, he seemed incredibly unbothered by your poor attempt at intimidation, but you couldn't help the intensity of your hatred after hearing this man only speak a handful of times. 

"I wish Adrian would have warned me about how you can't seem to keep your mouth shut, but I guess I found out the hard way. Now can you shut the hell up?"

"Jeez, you really need to ease up," Peacemaker groaned as he shook his head. “Either way we gotta fuckin’ go and soon, guys, this place is gonna be swarmed any minute now.” 

"Can you guys stop talking about me as if I'm not even here?" Adrian said, the tone in his voice conveying his frustration. "Look, I get that I fucked up and shouldn't have pushed you away, but I can't tell you what's going on here thanks to these guys telling me to keep my mouth shut." He offered you a calm expression and then turned to his friend, who he stared at with much more annoyance. “And can you at least try not to be a dick to her, I don’t care if it’s aimed at me, but fuck dude?”

You glared at Peacemaker and took a step closer to Adrian, feeling the distrust of everyone in the room except for your boyfriend, who just seemed to be wrapped up in all this shit without really knowing what he was getting into. 

“He wouldn’t be in this shit if it weren’t for you,” you pointed at Peacemaker, “ever since you came back he was so happy that ‘his friend was back’, and now, he’s running off doing your bullshit for these clowns.”

“Hey!” Economos complained.

“Look, I don’t know you, for all I know you’re the reason he’s here.”

Peacemaker erupted into a fit of laughter. “Fuckin’ dye beard here couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag and you think he can conduct a mission to kill butterflies?”

Your brow furrowed. “Butterflies?”

Adrian’s eyes widened as he stared at Peacemaker. “Chris, shut UP. Don’t involve her.”

“Why?! What is so damn important that I can’t be involved to the point I don’t know if my boyfriend is alive or not?” You were getting way too worked up to think properly, but you had a suspecting feeling that there was more going on here. “This isn’t just a simple hit mission, is it?” You turned to Adrian and your pleading expression spoke volumes. 

He sighed and looked down, but then leaned in and kissed you softly, one you didn’t want him to pull away from. “I promise you I’m gonna tell you everything, but you gotta trust me, okay? I don’t want shit happening to you… Not again."

How could you stay mad at him when all he wanted to do was keep you safe? It was once again falling under the entire identity thing and if they could use something or someone he loved against him, he'd never forgive himself if you were caught in the middle. 

"Things are getting intense and we gotta go, but I promise I'll be back and we can talk about whatever you want, I swear. I just need you to lay low, the group’s head guy doesn’t want anyone on the outside involved just because it’s not safe. I want you to be safe,” his sentence trailed off and he smiled at you.

“Adi, please, I don’t want you doing this, what if–”

“Promise me. Promise me you won’t get involved in this right now and I’ll tell you everything.”

"Vigilante, you can't just–" Economos began, but Adrian cut him off. 

"No, I owe her that much, you weren't there when she was taken! She needs to stay safe, but she's gotta know."

Peacemaker scoffed and began to shove his guns back into their holsters. "Your funeral." 

You spun to face Peacemaker again and stepped up toward him. "What the fuck is your problem, huh? Are you so spineless that you must demean everyone in this room just to feel like the big tough badass? No one gives a shit, Chris," as you drew out his name, they could hear the venom in your voice. When you stormed off toward the door, Adrian called out to you. You stopped at the door and looked back. 

"I promise." He seemed so sincere, and you wondered just how far that promise would come, so you offered him a small smile and left them in the shop.

Economos felt incredibly uneasy as he stared at the pair of friends as he shifted slightly, and decided he would go and check on Judo Master, their captive that knew about and willingly worked with the butterflies. 

"Ahh shit, he's gone, he's gone! Judo Master is gone!"

Adrian peeked in and looked around, obviously confused. "Judo Master was in here?"

*

You walked to your car as cautiously as you always did, slid into the seat, and locked the doors as soon as you leaned back into the seat. Your hands rested on the steering wheel, but all you could do was stare out the windshield, your gaze set dead ahead as you tried to empty your head of all your thoughts. You trusted your boyfriend, you had even before you knew it, but you definitely didn't trust the people he hung around. 

As you thought of his promise, you couldn't get the fact that Peacemaker had been absolutely shitty toward him regardless of the situation, was he like that all the time with Adrian? His presence made your blood boil as you thought of his smug look, looking down on Adrian in that short amount of time. Your attention was stolen by the sudden burst of the door being flung open with force, the three of them ran to the large RV and piled into it, you watched as they disappeared into the vehicle and closed the door, and your body lurched forward slightly as you couldn’t help but release a sob you’d been holding for some time now. 

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself in annoyance. 

Whatever the case, you took his words into account and drove out of there as fast and legally as you could, because if the place was going to be surrounded, might as well get the hell out of the vicinity in case you got caught and questioned. 

You figured you should get some lunch for home, get some paperwork done for work, and just keep yourself at home before anything got too bad. 

As you pulled into the driveway, your food in hand as you went to unlock the front door, you couldn't help but feel a deep sinking feeling in your gut. You worried about Adrian all the time, but something about the urgency of today and hearing whatever the hell about the butterflies, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread. 

You sat cross-legged on the sofa and flipped through channels as you ate your takeout, you stopped on a news channel that had the headline: Captain Locke Press Conference - possible link to Sturphausen and Goff murders. It stated that Christopher Smith, also known as Peacemaker, has the belief that aliens are posing as humans and it's his job to find and kill them. 

"Find and stop the Peacemaker by whatever means necessary." 

Your eyes bulged as you stared in disbelief at the fact there had been a 33-victim massacre at the Glan Tai Bottling Factory, all of which Adrian probably knew about and had possibly gotten his toe injury from all of this. You sat back and almost dropped the container of food as you lost all function of your limbs, you were dumbstruck. 

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, this isn’t good.” You stood up from your seat and began to pace back and forth, your food was long forgotten as you wondered what you could do before anything had gotten too out of hand, but the real question was should you even get involved when Adrian specifically asked you not to?

You’d been captured and tortured, you had gone down that road and wanted nothing to do with getting caught again, mainly if Vigilante was too preoccupied to save your ass again, you needed to think of a way to help any way you could. The more he associated with Chris, the more danger he was in for getting caught in the crossfire, and if his identity was compromised… You scolded yourself and shook your head, what you were thinking was absolutely insane, you’d barely held a firearm except for the times you practiced with Adrian, but you knew that wouldn’t be enough to save you if things went south.

With a frustrated growl, your fingers slid across your hair as you thought until your head pounded and you couldn’t think straight, so you decided without much hesitation that you’d raid Adrian’s stash of guns and do what you could to make sure he’d live. You owed him that much.

As you drove to his place, you talked to yourself in the car, berating yourself for the choices you were making, you figured that if you went back now he wouldn’t hold it against you. He did his job of keeping things as silent as he could without involving you, despite how he’d gone about it, so he wouldn’t be upset that you wouldn’t be there. But even as you went inside his place, you rifled around his things and grabbed all you could as you strapped his holster to yourself, and you felt as if you could take on an army. You made sure everything was back in its place and properly put away until your eyes swept over the nightstand, where he kept the first photo of you and him that you took when you guys officially started dating. A smile crept across your face and you settled on your plan; you were going to help him no matter what. 

It was a stupid idea to an outsider, sure, you were planning to burst into a facility with no way of knowing who or what you’d come across, but you knew the group Adrian was working with would be there, trained guns for hire, so you’d possibly get lucky and somehow manage to live. 

You walked over to the police scanner, listening in on anything that you could pick up on the whereabouts of the Peacemaker, and with a bit of patience as you turned the dial as slowly as you could, you picked up on an intercepted conversation, the radio static barely allowed you to hear it until you finally set the dial and it was clear as day.

“-the Peacemaker was seen headed north-west down Highway 99 in a Burgundy 2016 Ford Fiesta, two other suspects in the vehicle, possibly Vigilante accompanying them. Calling in a 10-85 to follow to Coverdale Ranch.”

“10-04.”

“Shit,” you huffed and shut off the machine, then you headed out in your car and didn’t look back. You pulled out and began your lengthy drive to Coverdale Ranch, the infinite possibilities of the situation ran wild in your mind, but all you knew is that Adrian could be in heaps of trouble, and you wanted to help him as he had helped you.

Though you had trained with him in the basics of weaponry and self-defense, you couldn’t help but shake the feeling that you’d be more of a burden than an actual help to them, but if you died doing this, you had felt that you wouldn’t regret the choices you made. You’d loved him despite everything, you loved the times you shared, even loved the strange and wild way you both met. Your foot pushed down further onto the pedal, the speed picked up and you would make it, you had to.

*

The field was a bloodbath and you were out of your depth, your hands shaking as you ran past the dead group of people on the ground, blood splattered everywhere as you ran toward the center of the fighting, the gunshots rang louder than you expected and caused you to constantly flinch. You saw the familiar faces of Economos and Harcourt, Economos was on the ground, making his way to the firefight as the blonde woman was shot several times, then she fell to the ground and coughed up a large amount of blood.

Everyone was in a panic and yet they continued to fight until they couldn’t anymore, except you couldn’t see Adrian anywhere, and that’s when you began to panic. Your eyes searched for him frantically as you held your gun as you were taught, but you were pulled out of your search by the scream of a man who bolted right toward you. 

You tensed but eagerly spun to have your barrel meet his face, and with a quick breath and a fast aim, you shot at him and braced for impact. None ever came. Blood spurted from his throat and he collapsed to the ground, his movements slowed until there were none at all, and you couldn’t get over the fact that you killed someone.

‘You knew this would happen if you interfered, there’s no reason to back out now, Adrian needs you. Keep going.’ 

A few more stragglers that made their way to you were easily taken care of, their movements were sporadic and sloppy, so you were able to dodge them by controlling the speed of your feet. You stopped quickly and allowed one of the attackers to swipe at nothing and you watched him tumble over almost comically, then you shot him square between the eyes. You were more confident in your abilities now, but you still wouldn't allow yourself to grow an ego, you needed to focus and be sure to keep yourself alive long enough. 

Your feet took you as fast as they could go toward the group that was gathered in the center of the chaos, Ecomonos had finally reached the halfway point as you booked it past him, and he paid you no mind. Finally, you saw the suit you’d been so well acquainted with, and a wave of relief washed over you. Your feet carried you as quickly as you could manage and you were so close to reaching him, but a shot rang out and you saw that teal and black suit stained red with blood shortly after. 

You couldn't hold back the blood-curdling scream you released as you raised your gun and shot at his attacker, all while Adrian still managed to throw a knife directly at the man at the same time your bullet luckily hit him dead in the eye. 

The skin of your knees was now bruised and slightly bloody as you slid across the soil, rocks be damned, you wouldn't let something happen to him as you crawled to reach him. You could hear that he was still breathing but wasn't as strong as it could be, and when you rolled him over slightly to take a look at him, his suit was all but destroyed, there had been so much blood on your hands when you pulled them away. The sight of it had you almost to the point of hyperventilating because you were already thinking the worst, so you removed his visor and checked him as best as you could without moving him too much. 

Leota had just finished saving Harcourt as she ripped out one of the butterflies from her mouth, and shot it before it could take over her body, then her attention was pulled toward you hovering over Adrian's body. 

"Hey, is he alive?" She asked as she still remained at Emilia's side.

You looked up and stared at her through your teary eyes. "Yes, but barely. I don't know how long he'll be okay… Is she okay?"

Leota stood and looked down at Harcourt then back at you. "For now. We gotta get them out of here, though."

The blonde woman gripped Leota’s arm and shuttered. "Help… Chris," was all Harcourt could muster. 

Leota looked terrified, scared of the fact that they could die at any point and yet they wanted her to leave them there. 

"Go and help, I'll stay here and protect them if I need to." 

The woman looked at you in confusion for a moment. "You're… Adrian's girlfriend, right?" You nodded. "He talks a lot about you, pretty ballsy you bein' here. But you're good people, so here, take this just in case."

She handed you one of her guns and you waved your hand in protest. "I got plenty, you need that, now go and do whatever you need to do."

"Leota!"

Ecomonos had suddenly appeared and rolled a silver Peacemaker helmet toward her, his body now weak as he collapsed onto the soil to rest. You watched them with curiosity as Leota suddenly left and made her way down an eerie-looking entranceway that led underground, leaving you with everyone in an uncomfortable silence.

You hadn't left Adrian's side as you stroked his hair while he slept, all you wanted was to make sure he continued to breathe, so you did what you could with his wounds and put pressure on them as you wrapped them up with whatever you could find. You only left his side long enough to tear off chunks of cloth from the bodies that were scattered around you, you helped out Economos as best as you could without fucking up his leg even further, to which he thanked you. 

"Sorry we sorta ganged up on you back at the video store."

"It's fine," you replied coolly as you made your way back to Adrian's side. "Sorry I yelled at you."

He scoffed and shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose we deserved it. Why are you here though? Shouldn't you be staying as far away from this shit as you possibly can?"

You looked over your boyfriend's face and contemplated for a moment, not quite sure what went through your head while you did all of this. "Honestly, I did it for him. I didn't care what would have happened to me, I just wanted to help him. Even if it killed me." 

John stared at you in what you would assume was awe and possibly even lunacy, but he gave you a small smile in return. "He's lucky to have someone like you. Why you came out here was fucking insane but really brave of you."

You chuckled. "Thanks, man." 

You clung to Adrian and your mind was slightly more at ease, you wanted to believe that he would be okay and that everything would be as it was in a week or two, but you were scared shitless. With any luck, they would finish whatever mission this was and you could all escape the police before they came to collect Peacemaker and company. So long as his breathing continued to remain steady, you would feel okay, you wouldn’t be able to handle it if something went wrong.

A low rumble began steadily beneath your feet, both you and Economos stared at each other, unsure of what the sound was or what you should do, if anything. When the rumble became stronger and more violent, you got to your feet and scooped Adrian in your arms, pulling him from under his arms away from the danger, though you didn't get far. The man was already heavy with the muscle he gained, but with the suit on top of it, it was almost impossible, but you had your burst of adrenaline to thank. Economos crawled further away despite his leg protesting, the shooting pain he felt was unlike anything he'd felt before. When the rumbling slowed and came to a stop, you stood still and gently placed Adrian back down, which caused him to stir.

He grumbled and groaned as his eyes fluttered open, his brown pulled together while his eyesight tried to adjust with no glasses to peer through. But as he looked up, there you were with a smile on your face and worry in your eyes, your face splattered with droplets of blood. 

"Wait, what happened? What are you doing here, babe?" His voice was hoarse and dry.

You knelt back down and placed several kisses on his forehead as you brushed his hair back. "Oh thank fuck, you're okay. Try not to move until we figure out what's going on, okay?"

"How are you here?"

You looked away sheepishly and hummed. "Well, I saw the news, so I went to your place and got some weapons, then overheard on the police scanner that you were spotted coming up this way. I came as fast as I could."

"Shoulda saw her in action, Vij, she was pretty crazy," Economos said matter-of-factly. "She's been by your side since she got here." 

Adrian squinted and looked at you with concern, which wasn't a good look. "You coulda got hurt."

"And you could have died, but I don't care, Adrian. You saved me, I wanted to save you."

He was upset that you didn't listen, all he wanted was for you to be okay and safe, away from all of this nonsense. But overall, he did take Economos's words into consideration; he was pretty lucky to have someone like you.

A sound came from behind you and you all turned to see Peacemaker pulling himself from the wreckage that followed behind him, Leota right behind him. Economos sighed in relief and groaned. 

"You guys are okay, holy shit."

"Get to Harcourt, she's not doing good," you said loudly as you pointed at her, and Chris followed your direction and immediately scooped her into his arms. "Come on, handsome, we gotta get you to the hospital." You stood up and pulled him to his feet gently, the groan that emerged was painful. 

Adrian hobbled one step ahead and almost collapsed again, but you caught him in time. "Come on, I'll be fine, I just need a nap."

"Adrian, no, you're going into the hospital." 

Peacemaker said nothing as he carried the blonde woman who lay unconscious, breathing, but alive. As if it were a cruel joke, several members of the Justice League came to greet them, but the entire group kept moving past them. 

"You're late, you fucking dickheads," Chris complained with a sneer. 

The members looked on in disbelief, but you didn't care, you just needed to get everyone to the hospital, especially before Harcourt didn't have a chance to make it.

*

Vigilante stood there, his hand placing pressure on the gunshot wounds beneath his ribcage, but the way he could barely stand was a cause for worry, yet he didn’t say a word and watched as Harcourt and Economos were carted off to be taken care of. Chris and Leota stood beside you two and it almost felt awkward as you all 

Chris looked over at Vigilante as you continued to hold him up, but he swayed a bit too far and almost toppled over. “Dude, you’re shot. You gotta be admitted.”

Vigilante sighed and shook his head. “I’m fine, seriously. All I need is a good nap.” After a moment of silence, Vigilante fell to the floor with you trying your best to catch him before he did. 

“Can someone help him, please?!” you called out desperately, and your call was answered almost immediately as a group of nurses and doctors swarmed around you both. 

They picked him up and wheeled him into a room with you not far behind, but one of the nurses turned to you and placed a hand in front of you to stop you. 

"I'm sorry, miss, you have to stay out here, okay? Please, we just need to get him into surgery as fast as we can, and as soon as it's finished, we'll call you in."

You wanted to protest, you wanted to be there for him and you wanted to keep that promise, but getting thrown out wouldn't do much good. So you sighed and nodded, then walked back to the waiting room where Peacemaker was sitting. His head was hung low as his elbows rested on his knees, and you had just caught a glimpse of Leota leaving through the front door. 

As much as it pained you to be near him, you sat beside Chris and looked over silently, not wanting to force a conversation. You sighed as you leaned back in the chair and closed your eyes, all you wanted to do was take a breath and not have to worry about anything for at least twenty minutes. Your body relaxed and you felt yourself falling asleep, but Peacemaker looked over at you and cleared his throat.

"Hey uh, I know you didn't have to come to us at the ranch, but thanks for helping," he said gruffly. “Heard you took some guys down.”

Your eyes opened and you turned your head slightly to look at him. "Yeah well, I did it for Adrian, he did it for me." You turned your gaze back toward the help desk and stared at the constant movement until you heard your name called. Your head whipped up and stared at the doctor holding a clipboard as he made eye contact with you, then you made your way to him with a blatant expression of pure worry. 

"Mr. Chase didn't need much done, he just had some sutures, the bullets were removed and everything seems to be going well. He's lost blood from the wounds, but his recovery is miraculous. Did you want to see him?"

"Yes, please." You followed quickly on his heels as he guided you to his room, and of course, he was already awake and moving around in his bed. 

"Mr. Chase, could you please not remove the IV yet?" 

His gaze rested on you and the smile that followed was one you wished to see for the rest of your days. "You're still here!" He said excitedly. 

"Why wouldn't I be?" You turned around and looked over at the doctor. "Can he go home today?"

"Yes, so long as he waits patiently for us to discharge him," he said with emphasis on the last of the sentence. "But I'll come back in a bit once we initiate the paperwork." The doctor left and closed the door behind him, which left you both alone. 

You turned back to him and he was already discarding the IV and the heart monitor, and all you could do was laugh. "Adi, calm down, he said to wait." 

"And I did. I waited until he left the room," he said with a smirk. 

You sucked your teeth and shook your head as you sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, and once you did that, he finally settled down a bit. He looked up at you, his face a tad bit bruised and puffy as he stared at you. When you looked over at him, he couldn't help but smile at you. 

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing, just wish I coulda seen you in action, did those lessons I gave you pay off?" He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. 

You almost wanted to blush. "Shut up, Adrian. But yeah, gotta say, I was scared as hell, but that adrenaline? Woo boy, really paid off. But I was so fucking scared, Adrian…” You sighed as you reached out for his hand, which he allowed you to take, and you squeezed it gently. “I was so scared you weren’t gonna make it.”

The look of guilt seemed to sink into his features, but you placed your hand on his cheek to have him look at you. “Look, babe, I–”

“Ssh, I don’t care right now, I just wanna enjoy this win, okay? You’re alive and that’s all that matters.” You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips, slowly being consumed by him until you felt him pushing back, his mouth opened to allow his tongue to caress your bottom lip. You pulled back with a smile. “Adrian, in the hospital room?” You asked, your voice light and playful.

“Sure, why not?”

“Because you just had bullets removed from your body,” you replied with an overwhelmed tone, but you barely fought back against his advances, his hand slid down the front of your shirt, and a small whimper escaped your lips. His devious smile made you want to rethink it, but you had a better idea. “How about,” you began as you pulled his hand down and placed it on your leg, “we get out of here and if you can make it from here to the house, I’ll change my mind.”

His smile only grew. “Deal.”

The television inside the room was on and as soon as Adrian looked up, he patted your arm and pointed. Your eyes followed and you saw Leota at a press conference.

‘A.R.G.U.S. Agent Speaks Out’, the prompt read. “–Which means Christopher Smith never wrote any diary. Both the Peacemaker and the costucrime-fighterhter Vigilante were working in a deep-cover operation for the U.S. government called “Project Butterfly”. This is all part of a black-ops program known as “Task Force X,” where convicted criminals are undertaking dangerous missions for the United States in exchange for time shaved off their sentences.”

You looked back over at Adrian, completely stunned. “Holy shit… that’s… that’s insane.”

Adrian only shrugged and nodded in agreement. “Well, what are you gonna do, a woman in power like that? Does whatever she wants. Glad Leota was on our side.”

“Yeah,” you breathed… “Hey, let’s go home, yeah?”

Adrian smiled and sighed in relief as he was already slipping out of the bed and across the room to grab his things. “I’d like nothing more. But we gotta go my way.”

“Adrian, you’re not–”

“Oh yes, I am.” He gathered all his things and slung them over his shoulder. “You comin’? I’ll catch you, promise.”

You looked over at the large open window and sighed, you shook your head in disbelief. “I guess so, let’s do this.” You walked over toward the window and looked down, the height wasn’t that bad, so you looked up at him and gave him a playful smirk. “You’re lucky I love you, Adrian Chase.” You placed a quick kiss on his lips and didn’t even give him time to process as you jumped from the window and screamed. 

Adrian stood there for a moment in the room and looked back outside as you recovered quickly from the jump, and you stared up at him. “You what?!”

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The Darkness In Me - Masterlist

-Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader-

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🖤 Summary: You were shocked to find out your childhood friend turned out to be the Kingpin of the underworld, but you had to put those thoughts aside to bring him down. You were Hell’s Kitchen vigilante, its protector. There's no valid reason not to stop him. However, when your hidden feelings for him start to surface once more, how will you be able to even think about bringing him down?

🖤 Pairings: Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Fem.Reader

🖤 Rating: Mature - Explicit

🖤 Warnings: At the beginning of each chapter (This series will contain 18+ themes)

🖤 Word Count: 25,966

🖤 Start Date: 8/8/23

🖤 End Date: N/A

🖤A/N: For those who aren't the biggest Marvel fans, I'm going to give you a little backstory behind this fic. This story is based on the "Spider-Gwen" comics where in this universe, Earth-65, Matt's origin story is very similar to the one where we already know, except Stick was killed by the Hand and takes Matt under their wing. He's turned into an assassin, but still goes to law school and eventually becomes Wilson Fisk's defense lawyer. Somewhere along the line, Matt cuts ties with Fisk and becomes Kingpin himself. This story was kind of a 'A-ha!' moment, and I decided it would be interesting to see this take on Matt with a reader insert. Don't know how many stories I'll do, but if you readers seemed to like it I'll keep going :) Enjoy!

-INDEX-

🖤 Story 1: The (Wo)Man Without Fear

Summary: After all these years away, you’re finally relocated back to Hell’s Kitchen, the place where you were born, a place filled with happy memories. However, the city is not what you remembered, and when your job as a detective is not enough to save it, you might have to become something more.

🖤 Story 2: Auld Acquaintances

Summary: Deciding you have no choice anymore, especially how your new partner scares you half to death, and the police in this city seemed not to care, your hundred percent committed to becoming a vigilante. But before you could do this, you run into an old childhood friend and his business partner. But unknowingly to you, he’s not the same little boy you remembered hanging out with. He’s… something else entirely.

🖤 Story 3: Kingpin & Daredevil

Summary: Your night trying to save a kid takes a dangerous turn. Now fighting to stay alive after a possible life threatening injury, you soon find yourself face-to-face with the man that runs this city’s underworld: The Kingpin. Aka… your childhood friend.

🖤 Story 4: Snapdragon (Coming Soon)

Summary: Your world is officially upside down. Your small taste of nostalgia has been ruined by what you discovered. Now, you’re out on investigations with Frank, and decide to dig deeper on other cases to take your mind off things. But of course, you always had the worst luck, and nothing can make your heart stop when you find the King of Darkness in your living room.

🖤 Story 5: A Euphoric Misery (Coming Soon)

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