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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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Just a Tiny Misunderstanding

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: When you notice that one of your coworkers at Fennel Fields has new injuries just about every day, you can't help but be concerned. You don't realize until later exactly how wrong your assumptions about Adrian Chase's situation is. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Teen & Up

Author Notes: Happy Weekend everyone! Here’s something lighthearted and fun despite how serious it starts out. It was inspired by giving a friend some kinky advice, immediately followed by, “But don’t experiment with BDSM if you have a doctors appointment coming up and don’t want to have to explain exactly what y’all get up to in the bedroom in graphic detail.” Been there, done that. So, that got me thinking, Adrian probably goes into work at times beat up and someone would probably be concerned.

CW: Reader incorrectly assumes abuse, so there is implied abuse at the beginning. Mentions of injuries (bruises, scratches, broken ribs, etc), cursing, breaking and entering, a mild physical altercation between Vigilante and Reader. Adrian hints at having a fighting kink. Please let me know if I missed any!

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Adrian Chase was in trouble. You were sure of it.

In the four months you had been working at Fennel Fields, you had noticed some things that made you uneasy. Sometimes he would come in with nasty looking bruises on his arms, other times a slightly black eye. Once he was even gone for a while only to come back all scratched up and limping.

The excuses were always ones you could easily see through. “I got mugged again” was a popular one of his, but you had figured out early on he was a terrible liar. And, even if he wasn’t, how many times can a person really get mugged in one week? Crime wasn’t that high in Evergreen anymore. Not since the vigilante roaming the streets got revealed as a government agent who could fight super charged aliens. Even though Vigilante had been around for years at that point, that seemed to finally make the criminal element take him seriously. You had even caught yourself wondering if Vigilante could fight those aliens, then what else he could do?

The final straw was the day you saw him wincing anytime he moved and caught him holding his side at times, like his ribs were hurting.

You knew then that you had to talk to him. You had to offer some kind of help or at least let him know he could trust you. You couldn’t just stand by and watch someone you were starting to really care about get hurt. Since the two of you were closing together that night and he always walked you to your car after closing, it gave you the time you needed alone with him to broach the topic.

“Hey, before you go, can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked after the two of you had reached your car.

“Sure!” Adrian said brightly then smiled big at you. “You can always talk to me about anything.”

When you looked into his eyes then and saw the happiness there, you almost chickened out. You’d never done anything like this before, but you knew it had the potential to go sideways. You knew you’d have to choose your words carefully. You just hoped you wouldn’t upset him.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m always here for you,” you said quickly.

Adrian blinked a couple of times.

“Um, okay,” he said, then smiled again, looking slightly confused. “Thanks?”

Before you could lose your nerve, you fished a folded piece of paper out of your pocket and held it out to him.

“Here, take this,” you said, “It’s my phone number and address. If you ever need help, or need somewhere to go, come on over. Day or night, I don’t care what time it is. You don’t even have to call or text first.”

Adrian slowly took the slip of paper from you, his expression very confused at first. Then his face suddenly shifted to an alarmed expression, then quickly became suspicious. He took a step back and his gaze, now suddenly cold, swept you from head to foot, as if assessing you. That slightly confused you, but you just smiled with a warm softness when his gaze came back to your face.

“You don’t have you do this alone,” you said softly. “I’m here for you.”

Rather than be upset, Adrian suddenly brightened and was in an even better mood than before.

“Fucking sweet!” he said with the brightest smile you’d ever seen. “Thanks! I’ll definitely take you up on that!”

Relief washed over you. “Please do! Like I said, anytime, day or night.”

When you drove away just a little while later to go home, you noticed Adrian dancing by his car. You wondered what that was about but didn’t think much of it after that.

Five nights later, you were woken up in the early morning hours by a noise from your living room. This wasn’t unusual. Your bedroom door was halfway open to allow your cat to meander at night and sometimes he got bored. Bored cats in the middle of the night usually result in humans waking up in the middle of the night. You laid there for a moment, listening and trying to figure out if what Krieg was up to meant you needed to get up. When you didn’t hear anything else after a bit, you rolled over and closed your eyes to go back to sleep.

It didn’t take long for another sound from the living room to get your attention again. It sounded like something small had gotten knocked off a table, so you weren’t going to worry about it at first, but then your eyes flew open when you heard a muttered curse.

Someone was in your house.

Your eyes shifted to your bedroom door. It was angled in a way that you could see partially down the hall when the door was open, but with it halfway closed you couldn’t see much of anything. That meant no one could see in from that angle either. But you had to be quick.

Slowly, and quietly, you slid your legs out of bed. Keeping your eyes on the door, you leaned over to carefully grasp the baseball bat you had hidden just under your side of the bed. You carefully made your way to the door, trying to decide what to do. When you heard a creaking sound in the hallway, you froze for a second before ducking behind the door. That creaking meant someone was coming down the hallway toward your room.

Your mouth went dry, your heart hammering in your chest. You heard them step on another finicky floorboard, this one right outside the door. You adjusted the grip on your bat, holding it slightly above regular hand placement to get the maximum force from your swing in the close quarters.

A few moments later, the bedroom door slowly started moving inwards from someone pushing it open. You quietly stepped back against the wall, hoping they wouldn’t swing it open and into you.

They didn’t, it stopped just a few inches in front of your nose.

A figure came into view, slowly stepping into the bedroom. With your eyes more than adjusted to the dim lighting, you could see they were wearing some kind of costume that covered them from head to foot. You couldn’t make out any details since the outfit was mostly a matte black that blended easily in with the shadows. However, there was two horizontal stripes across his back that rang some bells. One was white, one was teal. You stared at them, trying to figure out where you had seen that color scheme before.

Then it dawned on you who you were looking at and your blood ran cold.

What the fuck was Vigilante doing in your house?

The worst thing you had ever done was pirate…well…everything. Movies, books, music, games, it didn’t matter to you. You even shared your streaming passwords with friends, and they did the same for you. You all were broke ass bitches that took care of each other like that. But there was no way Vigilante should know about any of that. Even if he did though, didn’t he have better things to do than come after a pirate? You were pretty sure there were still rapists and pedophiles in Evergreen. That should be more concerning than someone downloading Pathfinder books.

You watched him step further into your room, stopping once he got about halfway inside. You could just make out him turning his head, as if looking around your room.

If you were going to do something, it would have to be now before he turned around.

Slowly, and quietly, you pushed the door away from you until you had a clear path to him from your position. You held the bat at the ready, carefully avoiding another creaky spot on the floor. There were a lot of creaky spots since the house had been an unfortunate victim of termites many years ago, but you knew where they all were.

When you were just a few steps behind him, you raised the bat. You hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out where to aim. You didn’t want to kill him, just knock him out. The side of the neck maybe and hope it did the same as the Vulcan Neck Pinch? Or go for the back of the head and hope for the best?

While you only hesitated for a few seconds, it was enough time for Psycho Krieg to figure out there were two people in the house now, both were awake, and neither were petting him. And that just wouldn’t do.

“MROOOOW!” came from directly behind you.

Vigilante turned then and spotted you. You immediately swung.

He brought one arm up in time to deflect the blow, grabbing the bat with his other hand. He wrenched it easily from your grasp, which you were expecting since you weren’t a physically strong person. As soon as he started to yank the bat from you, you let go and quickly punched him in the face before taking off out the bedroom.

“Ow! What the fuck?” you heard him exclaim from behind you.

The voice rang some bells, but you didn’t stop.

Halfway down the hall, you heard his heavy footsteps close behind you and feigned as if to go towards your hall bathroom, but instead dodged into the living room at the last second. You heard him collide with the wall and start cursing. You still didn’t stop, running directly for the couch, jumping over it, and circling back around to head straight to the door.

Unfortunately, Vigilante predicted this move of yours and was ready for it. Since you were trying to get away, you didn’t see that he had shifted his direction when you were headed for the couch. He had a fifty-fifty shot of guessing which direction you would go after clearing the couch and chose correctly.

You were thrown against the wall, the wind getting knocked out if you. But you still put up a fight, thrashing wildly when he got close and getting a good knee to either his stomach or groin. You guessed his groin the way he doubled over with a sharp cry. Seizing this new chance, you made another break for the door, but your escape attempt was short lived. You were soon tackled to the floor. There was a struggle, and you ended up on your back.

“Fuck this,” you heard the man growl.

Then you felt the barrel of a gun pressing to your forehead, followed by the distinctive sound of the safety switching off and readied.

Immediately you went still.

You squeezed your eyes shut, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

This is it, you thought with an eerie calm. This is how I die.

At least it wasn’t from something stupid, like tripping over Krieg, falling into a table and breaking your neck, which is how you’d always assumed you would go out. You were pretty sure that cat was trying to kill you. At least getting killed by Vigilante would save what was left of your pride.

But the shot you were waiting for never came.

Silence filled the room save for Vigilante’s slightly winded breathing and your very heavy gasps for air. There was absolutely no question who was in better shape between the two of you.

Finally, after the longest moments of your life, Vigilante finally spoke.

“I’ve gotta say, you are sending some huge fucking mixed signals here,” he said, his breathing mostly normal by now. “First, you tell me I’m welcome over anytime, day or night, but then when I do come over, you try to beat the fuck out of me. What gives?”

That confused the shit out of you, so you opened your eyes. Vigilante was straddling your hips, the hand not holding the gun had a tight grip of both of your wrists and he had them held against your stomach. You swallowed heavily.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“You don’t remember?” the man quirked his head to the side, the tone of his voice confused. “We were standing right by your car, and you said if I ever needed help that I could come over, day or night.”

You stared at the masked figure above you in dismay.

Did this psycho overhear you talking to Adrian and, for whatever reason, think you meant him? No, that’s too stupid. No one is that dumb, even if they are a vigilante. But then why would he say…

Your eyes got wide.

You had recognized his voice as soon as you heard it but hadn’t placed it yet. The revelation that he knew what you had told Adrian was shocking and got your wheels turning. Both of those things nudged your conclusion in the right direction.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, yelling in dismay. “Adrian fucking Chase? You’re fucking Vigilante?!?”

Vigilante quickly dropped the gun and clamped his hand over your mouth.

“Shhhh!” he hissed. “You told me you knew! Why the fuck would you tell me that if you didn’t know already?”

You stared up at him incredulously, more confused than you ever had been in your life.

Then it dawned on you.

While you were correct in assuming that Adrian Chase was getting beat up every night, it was not for the reasons you thought.

And then, AND THEN, you just had to tell him that you were there for him, he didn’t have to do it alone and that he could always come to you for help.

Well shit.

You laid there completely still, staring up at him in shock. It’s not like you could do much else.

Vigilante seemed to realize that too.

“If I move my hand, are you going to scream?”

You shook your head. He studied you for a few seconds before he slowly removed his hand from your mouth.

You licked your lips nervously.

“I-I actually had no idea who you are until right now,” you said slowly, not sure if it was a good idea to admit that or not.

From the shadows in the room, you couldn’t see his eyes through the visor, but you could feel his eyes boring into you.

“Okay,” he said slowly, sounding even more confused. “Then why did you say all those things about coming to you for help and being here for me?”

You sighed and looked at the visor where you assumed his eyes were.

“Because I was afraid you were being mistreated by someone,” you said. “And no one deserves to go through that thinking they are alone and have no one that will help them.”

Vigilante’s head cocked to the side.

“What the hell does that even mean?” he said, sounding more confused than ever.

Now you just felt embarrassed. Your cheeks were burning.

“I thought you were being abused by your partner.”

Vigilante sat back on his heels a bit in surprise.

“Why would you think that?” he said.

“Dude, you kept coming into work looking like you had gotten into a fight with a wild cat.”

“Didn’t I say I was mugged?” Adrian just kept sounding increasingly confused with each question. “I had a good excuse.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” you said, breathing and heart rate mostly normal. “You couldn’t lie if your life depended on it.”

“Oh,” he said, then let go of your hands. He looked prepared to grab them again if he needed to, but you just laid there, rubbing your wrists. “Thanks for looking out for me though! That’s actually super nice of you.”

“No problem. Can you let me up, please?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

Vigilante got to his feet, then offered his hand to you. You accepted and he easily pulled you to you up to yours. He proceeded to take of the mask and replace it with a pair of glasses from his pouch.

You had to admit, he looked adorable flushed from heat of the mask and his hair damp with sweat.

But, adorable or not, that still didn’t stop you from slapping him.

“Ow! he exclaimed, then rubbed his cheek with stunned expression. “What the fuck was that for?”

“I said you could come over day or night,” you said, glaring at him. “Not break into my house day or night. You scared the shit out of me. Use the damn doorbell next time.”

Adrian’s eyes lit up when you said, ‘next time.’

“And, I have to say, it's fucking fun wrestling around with you," he said with a grin. "You are much, MUCH feistier than I’d have ever have thought! And what a slap! Keep that up and I might not ever leave!”

You didn’t have a good justification for yourself as to why exactly your face burned such a bright red at that.

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jinnorei · 1 year

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Vigilante Jinno, in and out of costume ( early twenties ) |. Picrew

#picrew #vigilante hc

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syneester · 2 months

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Mother Spore

[ from DDVAU ]

#ddvau #desertduo vigilante au #ddvau fanart #mother spore #grian #hermitcraft #mcyt #hc #syn.art

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emocatkeith · 1 year

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Pizza Tower as Text Posts!!! woagh!!!

#btw my hc is that the noise isnt cishet but i think its funny to call him straight. just because.#pizza tower #pizza tower spoilers #peppino spaghetti #the noise #noisette #gustavo and brick #pepperman #the vigilante #fake peppino #mr. stick #snick the porcupine #pizzahead

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galaxygermdraws · 5 months

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Proper Refs for Imp n Skizz in the Vigilante Sheriff AU by @rhapsoddity

I redid Skizz's palette, swapping the blue and red. Uh. Yea :D

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyuuuuuuu)

#vigilante sheriff au #impulsesv #skizzleman #imp and skizz #imp n skizz #hermitcraft #yes im tagging it that they live in HC city.#germdraws #germ draws #ask to tag #I had so much fun doodling them i love them so much.

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bakubunny · 5 months

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Dragon hybrid Bakugou. Everyone thinks he’s keeping reader held captive until one day vigilante hero Deku tries to save them because no one else is willing to face the dreaded dragon… and he finds out quickly that’s not the case.

i love me a damsel in distress trope 😭 even if the damsel is not really in distress 😳

but the thought of izu walking in on dragon!kats fucking the shit out of reader and just standing there frozen while he watches bc kats doesn’t give a shit, he’s not gonna stop making you cry for some puny little muscle boy standing there thinking he’s gonna be a hero or some shit kinda makes me laugh a little inside.

#asks #vigilante deku #dragon bakugou #tw hybrids #🐺#aged up characters #smut hcs

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nadiawritessomething · 1 month

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Imagine Miles G making himself hand-made fandom pins just to clip them to him school bag. Because buying ones would actually cost a kidney, so that's moments to actually remember that he's an artist.

Imagine Miles G casually painting a Batman pin and then puts it next to Spiderman pin and he actually has more than ten of them.

Imagine him actual showing up to school with it.

Cause he's a teen and a geek.

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abovethemountains · 1 month

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Pizza Tower Sexuality Headcannons

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profounddestinyrebel · 10 months

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Pretty much my ideal dcxdp coexisting world

Danny had all his canon happen before Bruce and the JL started their vigilante careers

Before Bruce was born or Martha and Thomas even got married

Phantom Planet never happened and the world never realized that they were almost dead in the first place (I apologize for mentioning it)

Danny retires after blowing up the portal and designing a new system of gov for the Infinite Realms (why the hell is that a monarchy anyway? Fighting being a way of communicating AND the way of determining a ruler does not make sense so I'll choose the better one)

Danny still visits the Infinite Realms but mostly lives his life

He still has interesting things happen to him but more because he apparently has a curse placed on him than anything else 'may you live in interesting times'

Danny manipulates the curse by getting into situations on purpose and then resolving them without getting attention drawn to his civilian id and normal life

He keeps track of immortals and big names that deal with death magic so as to lower the chances of being summoned

The more powerful the Realm Being the more powerful the summoner has to be to summon them and with how powerful Danny is there aren't many he has to keep an eye on

Ra's has been losing Lazarus water at a steady rate for over a decade but only now has it become a noticeable loss. The day the that he notices is a Very Bad Day for the League of Assassins (the day Danny lets himself get caught satisfies his curse for 2 whole months)

Danny hasn't aged much at all since he left Amity at 17. He's still short but mimics the effects of age with stage makeup and other tools used by actors to look older they actually are. This is how he meets a certain Alfred P. who remains a good friend even though they never really meet in person.

His parents blow themselves up and wipe their house off the map when tinkering with a device designed to lure realm beings to them. Danny isn't really sorry they're gone. He finds out after leaving Amity that he wasn't really their kid and he wasn't even adopted. They made him in their lab while distracted from their obsession with ghosts then completely forgot they had done so when they refocused on ghosts. His growth chamber (terrible name) was coated in ecto which allowed the device to reactivate and allow Danny to finish incubating into a toddler then (suspicious) it mysteriously popped him out before his the fentons noticed the growth chambers success.

His parents never took any notes on the clone experiment out of the house due to it being a (perceived) failure. After going back to their ghost obsession they completely forgot about it so no one knows. Jazz only found after Danny told her and he only found out after growing older and continuing to look less and less like either of his parents.

Danny finds the notes and that's what inspires him to leave Amity, to start looking for his bio parent. The Fenton's had no clue that the clone they grew was Danny. They dismantled the growth chamber when Danny was four (actually two) and never realized that the toddler they adopted was the clone of wonder woman they made. They never said anything to anyone about Danny being adopted so Vlad has no idea that Danny isn't Maddie's child.

Vlad starts to age drastically after the portals are destroyed and Danny figures out that Vlad isn't a halfa after all. He's just a normal ghost who can prey on people like spectra but with an obsession directed at Maddie originally and then Danny. Afterwards Vlad gets shunted off into Walker's prison because of all the toxic and human crimes he's committed among them brainwashing, mind control and mind wiping various wealthy and not so wealthy individuals into giving Vlad their money and companies.

Ellie has to explore the Infinite Realms (literally Infinite though so she's not confined) only because she can't really produce her own ecto. She has to absorb it from her surroundings so she can wander safely all over the Infinite Realms (so long as she calls for help when she gets in over her head) but not the human realms unless she takes a buddy who can produce a steady stream of ecto for her.

Vlad makes Danny his heir so now he's rich enough to travel even after giving all the people Vlad stole from their money back. It turns out that Vlad was good with making more money once he had it.

just Danny being a crptoid for the entire magical community and them being unable to talk about it if they even know of him

while danny runs a NASA and space account where he talks about NASA's recent achievements, newly discovered stars, planets and new alien races that Earth has been in contact with

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stovreye · 4 months

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Another sketch of my Bruce HC 🦇 (atp I’m just projecting myself onto this design 😵‍💫😵‍💫)

This was supposed to be a concept sketch for the skateboard decks we painted in class, but I ended up painting Robert Pattinson’s batman on my board instead and this piece was abandoned in my files.

I wanted to make a background for this so that it’d have more of a finished look overall, but if you’ve been following me for a while, you can probably tell that backgrounds are my kryptonite 🗿

@batman

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rinja-espurr · 1 year

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PIZZA TOWER STIM HEADCANONS even though ive seen at least 4 different posts with those. i wanted to show y'all mine too i think those are fun. im full of autism so all of them are too

peppino - paces a lot, taps with his foot, fidgets with his fingers SO much. definitely bites his hands. taps on stuff with his fingers as well. actually really likes pressure stims. somebody get this man a weighted blanket

gustavo - SO MANY tactile stims. really really loves to feel certain textures, ESPECIALLY fluffy types of textures. pets brick a lot!! brick really likes it too. imitates rat noises sometimes and does it together with brick

the noise - theres SO MUCH energy in that guy so his stims are really energetic too. SO MUCH hand flapping. bounces and rocks a lot. literally runs around on all fours like some kind of a creature (he IS some kind of a creature). bites a LOT. twirls his... hair? moustache? things. sometimes covers himself fully in his cape for some sort of a pressure stim. a lot of vocal stims too especially with his WOAG noises. has so many stim toys but sometimes forgets to use them

noisette - hand flapping and bouncing! bounces a LOT actually. shakes her head sometimes to make her bunny ears shake. a lot of vocal stims as well, either making similar woag noises (like noise) or singing. mostly singing though! and humming. loves tactile stims too, especially certain textures. has a lot of stim toys

pepperman - taps his foot, bites and chews on the hard side of his paintbrush, sometimes makes little doodles JUST to stim. has a few paintbrushes that he doesnt use to draw but specifically uses to stim with (strokes the soft part of a brush with his fingers). strokes the statues with his fingers for the texture

the vigilante - fidgets with his fingers a lot, also loves to fidget with different items in his hands? even with his gun which he knows is dangerous. also fidgets with his hat sometimes. hums/whistles quietly

fake peppino - paces, taps with his foot, fidgets with his fingers and taps on stuff like peppino. bites a lot too, not just his hands but random stuff (and people). runs around on all fours because hes also a creature. flaps his hands sometimes too! changes his shape back and forth just to stim. really likes pressure stims too. makes random noises as a vocal stim

pizzahead - FULL of energy too so needs so many energetic stims as well. flaps his hands, bounces, literally jumps around sometimes. does a lot of stims with his own body, some may even be harmful to humans but... hes a pizza. theyre completely safe to him. does a lot of cartoony-looking stimming. has so many stim toys too. actually needs a LOT of pretty intense stims or else he will be extremely understimulated

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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This Ain’t High School

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

@peacemakernet Adrian Chase Appreciation Week: Day 2: Fake Dating

Summary: When you ask Christopher Smith to be your fake date for your 15-year high school reunion, he jumps at the chance to turn some heads and set the rumor mill ablaze. It should be a fun time, but, for some reason, his best friend, Adrian Chase, seems very against the idea.

A/N: While I spell checked and edited some grammar, I didn’t have the spoons for a full edit and proofread. Enjoy though! 💜

CW: None that I can think of, just some fluffy fluff with bonus Chris Smith fluff of being a good friend.

Word Count: 3,835

“Dude, you need to relax,” Chris said, watching you pace the length of his small trailer for the millionth time.

It was getting close to when you two would need to leave. It was your 15-year high school reunion and now the nerves were finally starting to hit you.

You were only going as a joke. People didn’t like you in high school. Well, for the most part. They left you alone, so you didn’t hate your school experience, but you were a weirdo even among the weirdos, and glided through your school years largely friendless. The few you had were still your friends to this day and they all thought you were crazy for going. They certainly weren’t. So, since you and the boys from Evergreen went to rival high schools, you thought it would be absolutely hilarious if you showed up with Christopher “Peacemaker” Smith. He absolutely loved this idea when you asked him.

They were all going to talk anyway, might as well give them something juicy to really gossip about.

While you had first met Chris shortly after you got out of high school and hung out a few times due to mutual friends, you didn’t really count him as a friend until after you reconnected after he got out of prison. You two always had a very brother/sister like connection, but it had gotten stronger in the last year. Chris would freely admit you were his younger Big Sister due to you being slightly younger than him and your tendency to call him on his bullshit like an older sibling would. But you both were confident you could pull off a dating each other vibe.

Neither of you had any interest in dating, he was just grateful to still have the friendship of someone who knew him from before. Chris had told you that many times and you could tell he was a changed man actively trying to be a better person. You promised him you’d help him as best you could and be patient with him. He had really worked that patience sometimes with his offhand comments, but he was getting better you had to admit.

You turned to look at him. He was almost ready and was just tucking his short-sleeved button down into his jeans. He was giving you a look that said, “stop overthinking it.” Before you could say anything, a unique sounding knock came from the front door.

“Come in, Adrian,” both you and Chris called.

The man himself slowly opened the door and walked in, balancing a case of beer on one hip. Adrian blinked in confusion when he saw Chris was dressed up, then his eyes got slightly wider as he looked at you.

“What’s going on here?” he said, eyeing you from head to foot and back again.

You quirked a brow at him. He was looking at you as if he had never seen you before, which irritated you at the moment. You weren’t dressed much different from normal. One of your nicer tops, your casual funeral/wedding pants, and a pair of your nicer shoes. The reunion was in a park on an early summer evening, not the Ritz Carlton. You and Chris both looked nice, but comfortable.

You bit your tongue, not wanting to use your nerves as an excuse to snap at him. You hadn’t snapped at him yet and tried not to since you didn’t have anything against him. Besides, despite your nerves, you were in a good mood and that would just start an argument.

“Oh shit!” Chris said and smacked himself on the forehead. “I’m sorry, I totally forgot to call you, dude. I can’t do movie night tonight, I’m taking Y/N out.”

Adrian had been walking over to set the case of beer down by the table and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He looked back at you suddenly with wide eyes, then back to Chris.

“The fuck?” Adrian said, surprised. “Why?”

“She needed a date to her reunion,” Chris said, checking himself over in the mirror and doing some last-minute preening.

To your surprise, Adrian whipped his head around to look at you, his cheeks red.

“Why the fuck did you ask him?” he almost demanded, a sharp tone in his voice.

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline.

Adrian was not someone you could read or figure out at all. You met him not too long after you started hanging out with Chris again. The fact that you hung out with Chris a lot meant you also hung out with Adrian a lot. You didn’t mind. He was just that perfect balance of adorable and sexy that made him absolutely hot as hell. While you were always very good at maintaining your composure around people you found sexually attractive, he was one of a very select few you had a tough time keeping it cool around. You did it, it was just very hard.

This should be a good thing, though, right? Hot available friend of a friend?

Wrong.

Adrian didn’t like you. You had no idea why. As far as you knew, the only thing you said to him before he immediately went cold to you was “nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you” when Chris introduced you two. He wasn’t mean about it; he just had no real warmth towards you at all. He was polite, speaking to you only when you spoke to him first and was directly to the point when he did, he didn’t ramble to you like with other people. He wouldn’t joke with you or laugh with you, and his eyes always went blank when he looked at you, which he usually didn’t. You could count on one finger the number of times you’d gotten him to crack a smile at your humor.

Oh well. Can’t please everybody, I guess. It was disappointing though after Chris swore the two of you would be crazy about each other. Chris had really hyped Adrian up to you, and you saw what he was talking about. Adrian had a brilliance to him, only it seemed like he had walled you off from it. You had asked Chris about it finally and it seemed like he knew more than he was willing to say, but he assured you that Adrian was fine with being around you. There was that, at least. He didn’t completely hate you, just didn’t care for you. You could handle that. He wasn’t your first “I guess I’ll just admire you from afar then” crush.

This attitude change was completely new. Now it felt like genuine hostility or dislike towards you.

“He was the first person that popped into my head,” you said, answering Adrian’s question with a shrug. But now nerves were starting to get the best if you, so you turned to Chris. Though, maybe Adrian’s right and this is a sign. It was all a dumb idea, if you think about it.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw Adrian nod suddenly before stopping. But you did see Chris’ gaze flicker briefly over to Adrian, his brow raised, then come back to you as if nothing had happened.

“Nope! We’ve had this all planned out for weeks now!” Chris exclaimed, then grabbed his keys off the table before. “And it is a dumb idea, that’s what is so fucking great about it. It’s gonna be a fantastic night! You’re going to have a blast, trust me!”

Chris was an excellent hype man when he wanted to be, and his energy soon had your nerves draining away. A grin came to your face.

“Good point!” you said and grabbed Chris’ hand. “Let’s do this!”

Chris grinned back and started pulling you out the door.

“Adrian, I know you have a key, can you lock up?” Chris said and surprised you by running to open his passenger door for you. “We better go and get to Stone Creek Park before Y/N actually changes her mind.”

“But-“

You didn’t hear the rest of Adrian’s reply since Chris shut your door after you got in. He came around the car and opened the driver’s side.

“-that big of a deal, then hang out here and we’ll get wasted after I take Y/N home,” Chris was saying as he got in the car, then promptly shut the door before Adrian could reply.

“He okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, he’s just being a little bitch about us leaving together,” Chris said, then started the car. “He’ll either get the fuck over it or finally do something about it.”

You thought that was an odd comment, but just nodded in agreement.

As it turned out, all of your nerves were for nothing. You both ended up having a lovely time. The people you most dreaded seeing weren’t even there and you reconnected with a few people you’d lost touch with. Oddly, not that many people recoiled from Chris. While a few kept their distance, most thought his story was fascinating.

The relationship ruse worked perfectly. While it wasn’t going to fuel the gossipers as much as you’d hoped, the secondary reason of going with someone you could talk to was a success. Many times, you two ended up keeping to yourselves as the old cliques grouped together to catch up. Chris stayed in character the whole time, including the kind of PDA you two had discussed beforehand. He even started doing it a lot more than you thought he would, which was great since it made things more believable. It wasn’t anything major, just slight touches that indicate a comfortable intimacy with someone; he would lean in close to talk to you, lightly place his hand on your lower back while walking, softly touching your hand every now and then during conversations, lightly bumping you with his shoulder. When he had something particularly mean to say about one of your old classmates, he’d lightly place his hand on your shoulder and steer you closer so he could lean in close to your ear. He’d whisper whatever he had to say, usually about someone you didn’t like, so it would get a good laugh out of you.

You teased him about how sweet he was being at one point.

“Why is everyone always so fucking surprised when they find out I actually do know how to treat a lady?” Chris feigned hurt, knowing full well you knew some of his past history. “Random fucking notwithstanding, when I’m actually into someone, I don’t act like a total jackass. So, I’m treating you as if I were into you and imaging how I would be several years in.” Then he chuckled. “I gotta take care of my longest running relationship, after all.”

The story was you two stuck to was simple and close to the truth. You had known each other for years but reconnected when he came home. Lies became hard to keep straight when they become too complicated. But, since Chris’ longest relationship was about seven months, and you two were claiming you were just under a year together, you were now his longest running girlfriend.

This had already become an inside joke between you two.

Periodically throughout the night, Chris took an interest in the trees scattered throughout the little park. Since Stone Creek Park was nestled in a little valley just on the outskirts of dense woodlands, there were plenty of trees in all sizes. It was odd, but you thought they looked neat to him or something. It was a nice park, and you were already planning to come back sometime during the day to meander about.

It was close to 11 when Chris pulled up outside your house. Still keeping up the ruse, he tutted at you when you went to get out. Instead, he hopped out and came around to open your door for you again.

You chuckled and got out of the car. “You don’t have to keep doing that, you know.”

“Nope!” Chris said, shutting the door, then offered his arm to you. “I’m invested now! Gotta see it through to the end!”

You snort laughed at that and took his offered arm. Chris set a slow pace as he walked you to your front door, asking you some questions about one of your classmates you had reconnected with. This turned into you telling a story from seventh grade about the person. This resulted in you two standing outside your front door for about ten minutes, talking.

“All right, this has been a lot of fun, but I better get back to Adrian,” Chris finally said.

“Do you really think he stayed there this whole time waiting for you?” you said, surprised.

Chris glanced over at one of the bushes by the sidewalk near where he was parked. You got curious and looked over to the bush yourself. It was very brief, but you thought you saw a flash of what looked like teal and white by it. You blinked a few times and figured the streetlights were playing hell with your eyes again. Chris chuckled, so you turned back to him.

“Probably, knowing him. All right, see you later,” he said and started to turn back to the car.

“Hey, at least let me kiss you on the cheek before you leave so the night ends with a kiss,” you said. “It was a good date, and it feels like inviting bad luck for both of us on our future dating endeavors if we don’t.”

Now it was Chris’ turn to laugh, and he turned back to you, shaking his head. You had some weird quirks and odd superstitions like that at times. It was never anything too bad or weird, so he usually indulged you. “Yeah, my love life is cursed enough sometimes, I definitely don’t need to make it worst.”

Chris leaned down a bit towards you as you were leaning up. Just as he turned his head to present his cheek for your lips, the bush by the sidewalk decided to start yelling.

“What the fuck, dude?!?”

You both stopped and turned to see someone in a black, teal, and white costume try to jump out of the bush, but trip and end up rolling out of it instead with several muttered curses.

Chris raised one hand in greeting.

“Hey, Vig! Fancy running into you here!”

The figure from the bushes then sprang to his feet, ran at full speed toward you both, and then skidded to a sudden stop just a couple of feet away.

It was a little dark on your street at night, so you didn’t recognize the figure until he was within the illumination of your porch light. You blinked several times as you realized this was that crime fighter named Vigilante who ended up helping Chris with Project Butterfly.

Why was he here? Surly he didn’t think you were some kind of threat to Chris? That would be ridiculous.

“Seriously, Peacemaker, what the fuck?” Vigilante snarled at Chris, completely ignoring you.

“What’s got you so steamed, Vig?”

“You know what the fuck has me steamed!”

“Nope, can’t say I do,” Chris shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “You say one thing, but do the exact opposite of what you say, so I really don’t know what’s got you so upset anymore. It’s not like you’re doing anything yet.”

It was like watching a tennis match, your gaze went back and forth between the two men as they argued. Each time your eyes came back to Vigilante, they lingered for longer and longer. There was something familiar there…

“I fucking told you I am working up to it. I will do it, I just…don’t know when.”

Your eyes got wide as it started clicking in your brain. The voice, the mannerism…

“That isn’t good enough, Vig. You’ve been saying that for months now. You’re here now, so, as my dad’s old neighbor would say, it’s time to shit or get off the pot.”

Vigilante raised a finger and his change in stance indicated he was about to retort when the shock finally abated enough to where you could finally speak again.

Your head whipped around from Vigilante to Chris, your eyes wide.

“Holy shit, Adrian is Vigilante??? The fucking Vigilante???” you said.

You looked back over to Vigilante; you could see his eyes were wide behind his visor.

“I-I have no idea who you’re talking about…”

Vigilante started to say, sounding like a panicked Adrian, but then he trailed off when you rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to Chris.

“Now that that’s cleared up,” Chris said. “I’m going to head home since you two obviously have a lot to talk about. Y/N, be sure to ask him about why he has been following us tonight ever since we left my trailer.”

Vigilante huffed, sounding uncertain. “I was not-“

“I was wondering why you kept looking over at the trees,” you said, cutting him off. “You never had an interest in being an arborist before.”

Chris nodded. “Yup. Anytime this fool saw me touch you or lean in, he’d fully expose himself and leave himself wide open to dart to a closer tree to get a better look.”

“I-I-I did no-“

“Good thing the few people at the reunion who saw him thought it was funny and weren’t freaked out,” Chris looked at Vigilante and shook his head. “Not smart, Vig. You know what Harcourt would say about this.”

While you hadn’t met any of the team he worked with (aside from Vigilante, apparently), Chris had told you enough about Harcourt to know she was serious. Vigilante’s head drooped.

Everyone was quiet for a couple of minutes, looking at Vig. Finally, Chris broke the silence.

“You gonna take the mask off? Or do I have to wrestle you to the ground and do it for you?” Chris asked him.

Vigilante sighed again, this time sounding resigned, but he slowly took his mask off. Once that was done, he rifled through a pocket for his glasses, putting them on before finally looking up at you.

You smiled at him.

“Hey Adrian,” you said with a gentle tone, knowing he had to be feeling raw and vulnerable right now.

“Hey…” he finally said.

Adrian suddenly seemed very nervous, your porch light giving away the fact he was turning red. This was also new.

Chris looked back and forth between you two then shook his head before stalking off to his car and driving off to leave the two of you alone.

That didn’t help the conversation flow any easier. In fact, it completely killed what little conversation there was. Adrian shuffled his feet and wouldn’t look at you. You were trying to be patient, but you were also tired after having to be so social today. Your spoons were low.

“Well, it’s getting late,” you finally said, figuring he would’ve said something by now had he wanted to. “You have a good ni-“

“Did you mean what you said when we first met?” Adrian cut you off suddenly with a question.

You blinked,

“That it was nice to meet you?” you asked. “Yeah, Chris had been hyping you up to me for weeks.”

Adrian blinked and finally met your gaze.

“He did?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Said we’d hit it off and I actually had looked forward to meeting you.”

This shocked the man. He stood there and stared at you for a while, then shook his head.

“No, it was before that,” he said. “You actually said it to Chris before I walked up, so I just overheard you.”

You had to think about it for a minute, and then shrugged.

“Honestly, I don’t remember saying anything to Chris before that,” you said, shrugging.

Adrian nodded. “You did. I had just gotten to his trailer and was getting the beer out of the trunk when you said something to Chris.”

You blinked. “How in the hell did you even hear that then? You were like thirty feet away.”

“I have excellent hearing since my eyesight is bad,” he said.

You were pretty sure it didn’t work that way, but whatever.

“Okaaaaay,” you said. “So, what did I say to Chris then.”

“You said, ‘Why the fuck didn’t you warn me that he’s so hot? You just said he’s really cute!’”

Now you remembered. You had said that and could remember the smirk Chris got on his face at that.

“Well, yeah,” you said. “I don’t say shit I don’t-“

Quite suddenly, you were cut off by Adrian’s lips on yours as he kissed you softly, both of his hands coming to rest on the sides of your face. The thick fabric felt warm against your skin, the textured pads on the fingertips slightly rough but not unpleasantly so. Your eyes closed and you tilted your head towards him, leaning into the kids. Adrian started to deepen it, but then broke away, taking a step back.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that since you went out with Peacemaker tonight, but I couldn’t help myself,” Adrian said in a rush, rambling at you for the first time ever, and you found it to be the cutest thing ever. “It’s just, I like you so much, and he knows that, and knows I’ve been wanting to ask you out, but he went behind my back and now-“

It was your turn to cut him off with a kiss. This was what you had been wanting since you first laid eyes on him. There was a very short pause before his hands rested softly on your waist and you draped your arms over his shoulders.

After several intense moments, you slowly broke your lips and looked up at him with a smile.

“Man, I wish I would’ve known asking Chris on a fake date would get me a real date with you,” you told him with a grin. “I would’ve asked him on one months ago.”

Adrian looked confused then blinked.

“Wait…fake date???”

“Yeah, I just wanted to freak the people I used to go to school with out by making them think I was dating Peacemaker,” you chuckled. “He loved the idea since our schools have always been rivals. So, we really went as friends, but told anyone that asked we were dating.

The look of shock and then relief on Adrian’s face was indescribable. He threw his arms around your waist, picked you up and spun you around, while he made whooping noises. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, Vigilante,” you said, pulling away from him and taking his hand in yours. “Let’s get you inside before someone sees you so we can talk about all this.”

If you thought Adrian was adorable before, that was nothing compared to the smile and look of adoration he had on his face as you led him inside.

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