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Debilitated
Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x GN!Reader
Warnings: None
Words: 1,720
Author's Note: Hi Everyone! I'm back from my unannounced hiatus. I was having a really rough time getting on my feet a few months ago, and while I am still having those issues, I'm finally getting back into the things I love doing. Also, I have an announcement. I started a multifandom server on discord! It's still in the works but I'm officially letting people join. I'll post more information about it in another post, but I hope to see you there. I hope you enjoy
You held your phone to your chest, listening to the voicemail that Adrian had left you as you laid buried underneath layers of blankets, the weight of them creating a dull sense of comfort around you as you listened to your best friend’s voice.
“Hey. It’s me again. I was just wondering if we’re still on for tonight. You haven’t answered my texts or calls, but you said you were busy with work so I didn’t want to bother you too much. Just text or call me when you get the chance.”
Tears filled your eyes as the voicemail ended, guilt building up in your chest as you opened up your texts with Adrian. You smiled at his last text, asking if you wanted something specific or if he could pick. You knew if he picked, he would bring enough food for a small army.
Anything you bring will be fine. I’m not feeling well so I might not eat a lot. You replied, watching as ‘delivered’ popped up underneath the text. After you turned the screen off, you set the phone beside you and closed your eyes, exhaustion sinking into your muscles as you laid in bed. It had been over a week since you felt slightly normal, an unexpected wave of depression had hit you suddenly, sinking into your muscles like an infection.
The feeling of warm hands on your skin coaxed you to consciousness, making you open your eyes slightly to see Adrian looking at you. “Adrian? When did you get here?” You asked, groaning as you looked at the time on your phone, reading ’8:47’ at the top. “How long have you been here?” Adrian sat beside you on the bed and ran his fingers through your hair, smiling softly.
“I got here about thirty minutes after you said you weren’t feeling well. I got a lot of stuff because I didn’t know how sick you were feeling,” the brunet informed you as you sat up. You processed the last sentence that he said, letting out a sigh before running a hand over your face. “C’mon. I’ll show you what I got.” He said, standing up and holding his hand out. Getting out from under the covers, you got into your feet and grabbed Adrian’s hand, following behind him as he brought you into your kitchen, showing you everything he had bought, from soup to an opossum stuffed animal. Tears welled up in your eyes, making you rub at them quickly with the long sleeves of Adrian’s shirt that you wore.
“Oh, Adrian,” you whispered, looking at everything that was laid out on the counter before looking at the man who stood beside you, who was practically vibrating until he saw the look on your face. “I should’ve been more specific. I feel so bad.” A few stray tears rolled down your cheeks, making him move to you before wrapping his arms around your torso. You muttered ‘I’m so sorry’ into his shoulder over and over again, feeling his large hands splayed across your back, the warmth of his hands comforting you slightly. After a while, Adrian moved back and looked at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head softly.
“Do you want to take a bath to help you relax?” He asked you quietly, watching as you nodded. Adrian led you to your bathroom, having you sit on the counter as he got everything ready for you. You huffed a laugh as you watched Adrian grab the bubble bath that was stored on the little cart that stood next to the bath, pouring a big amount into the tub that was filling with water. He waited until the tub was filled a decent amount before turning the water off. Adrian stood back up from his crouched position and walked to you, stopping in front of you and rubbing the sides of your arms as he looked over your features. “I’m gonna go get a towel, wash cloth, and some clean clothes for you, okay? I want you in that tub by the time I get back.” He told you, making you nod before he walked out of the bathroom. Getting off of the counter, you peeled off your clothes and put them in a pile before getting into the tub and sitting down, letting out a sigh as the warm water wrapped around your body. After a few minutes, Adrian came back into the bathroom with everything he said he was grabbing, hanging the towel on the rack and seeing the clothes on the counter before kneeling beside the tub, setting the washcloth on the side as he looked at you.
“I’m sorry,” you muttered, watching as his eyebrows furrowed together before he shook his head, grabbing the cup that was on the cart, filling it with water before placing his fingers under your chin to tilt your head back, pouring the water over your hair slowly. He repeated the action multiple times until your hair was completely wet before grabbing the shampoo, squeezing some into his hands before washing your hair, a relaxed sigh leaving your lips as you relished in the feeling of him washing your hair, feeling all the stress and anxiety leave your body.
“I’m going to do a few things while you’re relaxing,” the brunet told you, making you look at him before nodding. Once Adrian had shut the bathroom door, you used the washcloth he set out to wash your body, making sure every inch of your skin was clean. After washing up, you sat in the water for about fifteen more minutes before washing the conditioner out of your hair and unplugging the drain of the tub, hearing the water begin to drain as you got out, wiping the bubbles from your skin and drying off. Once you were dry, you hung the towel on the bar and got into the clothes that Adrian set on the counter, smiling when you noticed that the shirt he set out was one he had left behind when he had spent the night a few weeks prior. Walking out of the bathroom, you saw Adrian carrying a basket of dirty laundry from your bedroom into the small laundry room that was next to the bathroom. The brunet set the basket on the washer before looking at you, watching a smile rest on his lips before he moved towards you.
Adrian pulled you into the living room carefully, making you see the tv lit up with your favorite movie’s title screen playing quietly. “I figured you were having a bad day before you even replied earlier,” the brunet told you softly, making you look at him, a frown forming on your lips before you looked away from him. “Well, Harcourt told me that sometimes you have really rough days and you don’t talk to anyone when you’re having them. She also told me that you hit Chris so hard once when you were having a bad day that he thought you broke one of his ribs, so I really didn’t want that to happen.” He stated, making you huff out a small laugh before looking back up at him.
“I would never hit you, Adrian. Chris is just insensitive,” you told him quietly before pressing a kiss to his temple. As you backed away from him, you watched as the brunet’s eyebrows furrowed together before he looked at you. The sound of the movie beginning to play pulled your focus from him, making you look at the movie that had started automatically. You moved towards the living room, turning to look at the brunet, who followed behind you slowly.
The two of you sat on the couch and watched the movie that Adrian had put on, the man letting you lean against him as you paid attention to the movie, subconsciously running your fingers over the top of his hand, only stopping when he moved his hand, resting his hand on your wrist before moving it up and lacing his fingers through yours. The both of you watched the movie in silence, a sense of calm flooding your body as you felt Adrian rub his thumb over the top of your hand every few minutes. As the movie continued quietly, you curled up and leaned into Adrian’s side more, closing your eyes as you listened to the dialogue of the movie as sleep slowly took over.
The feeling of being moved forced you awake suddenly, feeling yourself be lifted up and held onto tightly, making you groan before nuzzling into Adrian’s neck, sighing as you smelled the faint scent of his cologne. “I know, honey. I know you don’t like being moved but I’m moving you to your bed,” Adrian informed you, making you groan against his neck before letting out a puff of air. The man holding you began to move again, making you grab onto his shirt as he held you. “I know you’re halfway asleep but I need you to hold onto me for a second,” Adrian muttered, making you tighten your legs around his waist and hold onto his arm better, feeling his free arm disappear from your body, the sound of rustling filling the otherwise quiet room. You were moved again slowly, feeling the cold covers that were on your bed, making you hum as you curled up slightly before you were covered up. After a few minutes, you felt the other side of the bed dip slightly, making you open your eyes to see Adrian, who was getting under the covers as he met your gaze.
“You don’t have to stay, Adrian,” You muttered, closing your eyes again as they felt too heavy to keep open. Adrian traced his hand over your skin, making you shiver before letting out a sigh.
”I’m staying. End of discussion. You gotta learn to let people take care of you,” the brunet said softly, feeling him pull you closer to him. As you were about to finally fall asleep, you felt Adrian press a kiss to your shoulder before letting out a sigh. “Fuck, I wish I could tell you that I love you.” He muttered into your cloth covered shoulder, sleep finally pulling you under moments after hearing the shocking confession from your best friend.
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Adrian Chase x Gn!reader argument headcanons
Adrian Chase x Gn!reader
Requested by anonymous: Hello 👋 how are you? I hope you're well! Can I request getting into an argument with Adrian Chase headcanons? (With gn or nb reader please?if not that's 100% ok)
Pronouns used: none
Summary: you and Adrian argue
Warnings: arguing, mentions of blood and murder
You didn't argue often but when you did it was truly a sight to behold.
You'll both make at least an attempt at staying calm
Which isn't very successful.
Which way the argument goes depends on what you're arguing about.
If it was something small where neither of you was in the wrong, it will probably be dismissed by the next morning.
If it’s something big, prepare for a screaming match.
Between you two, gently talk these things out just…doesn't work.
He's not good with words and emotions, neither are you.
So there will be yelling, and insults, and many regrets, and later on- many apologies.
“You're clearly not taking this as seriously as I am!”
“Because it's not that serious!”
You look down, your previously light brown carpet now stained a deep red with a strangers blood.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
A lot of your argument come from misunderstandings or miscommunication. But some come from his double life as Vigilante.
You loved that he was “helping” people and killing racist, but the clean up was such a hassle. And some one, some low leave ass wannabe thug followed him all the way to your apartment. Where they fought, got blood everywhere, and the guy was killed.
The body was gone by the time you got home but the blood, knocked-over furniture, and general disarray of Adrian were still present.
You weren't mad at him, more you just didn't want this giant mess to clean up and wished he’d be a little more cautious
He wasn’t mad at you either. He was followed home, he put you in danger which was the last thing he wanted.
He wasn’t mad at you, you weren’t mad at him
And yet you still argued.
It lasted until the next morning, you’d essentially kicked yourself out of your shared bedroom. Instead you slept on the couch. “Slept” is a strong word, more of layed there replaying the argument in your mind.
Neither of you got any sleep that night.
You did eventually make up, because of course you did, your arguments have never lasted super long.
You apologized to each other, fucked out the excess frustration, and moved on.
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“I’m going to watch the new Daredevil for the plot”
The plot:
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Just a Little Stab Wound
Summary: Reader, a vigilante, is injured and goes to Peter for help.
Warnings: injuries, blood loss
Notes: I experimented a little, and wrote this on paper for the first draft. I think I like it.
Gn!reader
Word count: 1,141
He was just trying to study for a chem test when his phone buzzed. At first he ignored it. After two more buzzes, he finally glanced down at the notifications, and saw they were from you. He smiled before reading them.
Need you
Pete
i’m hurt. on way. be ready.
He hurriedly replied,
how hurt?
u there?
Y/n??
When it was clear he wasn’t going to get a fast reply, he went about gathering a whole bunch of first aid stuff.
“Pete?” He heard a tired but authoritative voice. Crap. He’d thought Aunt May was asleep.
“What’re you doing?” She asked, both bemused and amused.
“Science homework?” He said, wishing it had sounded less like a question. Aunt May did not look like she was buying it, but instead of challenging the answer she sighed and reminded him to clean up once he’d finished “Whatever it is you’re really up to.”
Peter nodded itching to go prepare his room. He grabbed a heavy blanket from the bottom bunk and laid it on his floor. He tossed a pillow on top, and made sure that the first aid boxes were close at hand. This next part he always hated. The waiting was excruciating. Never knowing if you were only a moment away, or if you had bled out in some grimey back alley.
You were a vigilante, like he used to be, before he joined the Avengers. You though, you did not have the favor of law enforcement, since some (okay, much) of your activities weren't exactly legal. Peter met you while you were both stopping a robbery. Both of you had a fun time, probably due to the fact that you had the same sense of humor. Just before the cops arrived, you and Peter fled to a nearby rooftop.
All that said, you and Peter had become friends, and then something more. You’d been to his home before, usually just to hang out, but also if you were injured he’s who you’d head to.
For the most part, Peter was used to it. He appreciated having someone his age who really understood the weight that came with having superpowers. If talking to you came at the price of occasionally patching you up, he’d happily help you out.
Finally, after what felt like hours, but was really only ten or so minutes, you landed on the fire escape and knocked on his window. You smiled when he looked up and let you in. As he got closer, he saw it was more like a pained grimace.
“Oh my God,” Peter whispered, eyes drifting to your abdomen, which was painted red with your blood. You held your hand against it, but the blood still leaked out.
“Hey Pete,” You said, gasping through the pain before promptly tumbling through the window and into his arms.
Peter gingerly lifted you over to the blanket and set you down. You held pressure on the wound as you lay there, splayed out on the floor. Peter was readying a wad of gauze bandaging when out of the corner of his eye he saw yours start to drift closed.
“Hey!” He said. “You need to keep your eyes open, okay?” He asked. Reluctantly, you complied.
“You’ve got pretty eyes,” You murmured.
“Thanks,” Peter smiled, not taking his “pretty” eyes off the gash across your body as he continued bandaging.
“Keep talking, love,” He prompted you.
“M’kay,” You hummed. “Just for you, pretty boy.”
At this, Peter’s cheeks flushed and he glanced at you, worry filling his eyes.
“You must be delusional from blood loss.”
“Nuh uh!” You protested as he turned back to work. “I’m just incredibly lucky and got you.”
A few minutes later, Peter had you all patched up. Then he helped you sit up, a rather painful process. Your shirt was filthy so he helped you out of it and upon seeing how much blood and grime covered your skin, he retrieved a basin and rag to gently wash the filth away. After he was done, you put on one of his t-shirts.
“It’s comfy,” you said.
“Looks good on you,” He replied.
After a moment, you looked up at him, truly taking in the worry lacing each and every one of his features.
“Thank you,” you finally, quietly said.
“Of course,” he replied.
“What’d I do to deserve you?” You asked, leaning your forehead onto his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, but he stayed careful not to hurt you.
“You’re in no shape to even think about going home,” Peter said.
“So you might as well spend the night.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
He gently scooped you up and somehow managed to climb up his bed’s adder. He set you down on your side, facing away from the wall, and tucked you in. He climbed back down, and started cleaning up while you drifted off to sleep.
You later felt him slip into bed behind you. It was comforting, having his chest against your back. You nestled into his arms and stayed like that the rest of the night.
Peter woke up first. He didn’t dare move a muscle. From how peaceful you looked right now, nobody ever would have guessed that you’d come awfully close to death just a few hours ago.
He heard his aunt get up and start making breakfast. Her footsteps slowly came down the hall to his room. Hastily, he covered your face with the blanket.
“Hey, Peter,” Aunt May called as she entered the room. “Do you want eggs? I’m making some.”
“Sure! Thanks!” He said, internally cringing at his voice, which sounded way too cheery. For one wonderful second, Peter thought she was going to leave. Then, her eyebrows shrunk together as she noticed the suspiciously human shaped lump in her nephew’s bed.
“Uh,” she started, “Who’s that?”
“Promise you won’t get mad?” He asked after a moment. She raised an eyebrow in response.
“Uhm, Aunt May,” Peter said, “This is my partner. They’ve got superpowers, like me, and they don’t really want other people to know who they are. Last night they got hurt, like really hurt, and they came to me. Please don’t be mad at them, they didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
His aunt just stood there, this stressful moment stretching on forever. Finally, someone broke the silence.
“I’s okay, Peter,” you said, pushing the blanket away from your face. “Hi Ms. Parker. I’m Y/n.” Your groggy voice wavered slightly, as if afraid of what she might say. Your face, soft from sleep, made Peter fall in love with you all over again. Seeing the way Peter looked at you, combined with your honesty and desperation, Aunt May seemed to relax.
“Nice to meet you, Y/n,” she said. “Would you care to join us for breakfast?”
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𓆩♡𓆪 dumbass [in denial]
content warnings: blood, injuries, mentions of knives, stabbing, violence, swearing, my shitty attempt at writing flirting
once again i am so fucking sorry if this is so non canon following that it pains you to look at
anyways im hoping i did jason justice and that this wasn't stupid or cringey at all, without majorly breaking jason's character.
song wrote to: GMFU - odetari & 6arelyhuman
theme: hurt/comfort, fluff [mayb]
Request by Apollo!
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ㅤㅤYou and Jason often worked together.
Quite often, really. Ever since your start as a vigilante, you somehow had just found each other and started working together.
Jason was an ass, yes, but he was probably only tolerable because of his shitty personality because he was not shitty in appearance. Would you ever tell him you found him attractive, or had a thing for him?
No goddamn way.
You two often bickered and fought, hurling insult after insult after each other. But you two were still friends.
People often made remarks about how your interactions with Jason seemed to be borderline flirting, but you always scoffed at that. Jason? Flirting?
In what universe?
There was no way in hell that Jason would ever see you in that light. Much less flirt with you. He didn't seem to have a bone in his body that could stand being even just the tiniest bit nice to people.
However, today was one such day that you and Jason just so happened to not be working together. A rare occurrence, but sometimes you preferred the silence instead of Jason's incessant need to argue all the time.
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So far your patrol had gone smoothly, with Gotham being just a little more quiet than it usually was. But that was fine, it just meant you had to sit in silence for the next few hours you were patrolling.
You push yourself off the ledge of the building with one foot, leaping over the gap that marked an alley below you. And you land on the other rooftop with ease, landing with as much grace as you could muster. You did wobble, of course, but nothing too bad.
You continue this routine, leaping and landing between rooftops of various buildings. Sometimes you jump into the balconies of some poor fellow when you didn't quite time your jump correctly, but it was nothing more than startling some poor sleeping person in the middle of the night.
But after a few minutes, right as you were thinking of ending your patrol, you were surprised.
Well, surprised wasn't quite the right word to describe what happened. Ambushed was.
You'd been mid-leap when the attack came, colliding with the back of your knee just as you were pushing yourself off the ledge of another building.
The force of the impact had caused your knee to crumple, which sends you plummeting downward. And when you land, you don't land right.
You land face-first into the pavement, instantly knocking all the air from your lungs as pain instantly blooms across your entire body.
Your stunned for a moment, vision swimming from just the force of the fall before you attempt to push yourself up by your palms.
Only for the sound of someone landing behind you to resound with a dull thud, and when the footsteps stop just at your side, you don't get a moment to prepare yourself.
Because in that same moment your being hit over and over again. On your back, your legs, everywhere. You manage to roll over onto your back at some point, manage to land a kick right on your attackers knee to make them grunt in pain.
Your body is burning, muscles in agony as you force yourself to your feet. You force your body to respond to what you want it to do as you start fighting back, and your opponent just decides to say "fuck it" with the weapon because it was only slowing them down.
Slowing them down as in because it seemed to be just some metal pipe that took a lot of force to even hit you as hard as it did.
So suddenly your in a fist fight with some criminal who you recognize to be some sort of low level thug for this new criminal organization trying to form in Gotham.
You dodge some hits, but you wind up taking more hits than your dodging because the pain has your mind reeling, even as you try to focus.
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You weren't even sure just how long it took for that dumb fight to be over, because at one point more of the guy's buddies showed up. One had a knife, which cut you up pretty bad. You'd been stabbed a few times too, and were definitely in bad shape.
But you couldn't exactly go to a hospital, because it doesn't matter if there's laws for patient-doctor confidentiality, your identity would still get leaked to the press, and you wouldn't be able to have a normal life outside of being a vigilante.
So as your hand clutches at your side, growing warm with your blood that pools out of the deep gash there. Something that you were pretty sure was going to need stitches.
Your muttering curses under your breath, words that none would probably even dare to speak around their mother with as much confidence or attitude as you were. Your trying to think of just somewhere you can go to, because you definitely would not last long enough to get back to your apartment.
And the only person who is close by is Jason.
So you just say fuck it, he'll be a douchebag about you getting hurt on patrol, but he'd still patch you up. You hope.
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You practically stumble and hurt yourself worse when you land on Jason's apartment balcony, causing you to get winded as that burning pain shoots up your spine from the gash in your side being stretched with your movements.
The light turns on from behind the curtain of the sliding glass door in front of you, signaling that Jason had heard your painful landing on his balcony.
Somehow your still standing upright, until he opens his sliding glass door.
"The fu⎯ baby? The fuck happened to you?" Jason's eyes go wide the moment he sees the way your standing. Notices the way your clutching at your side, and how your costume is ripped and torn.
He takes special notice that the fact there's blood dripping from the side your clutching desperately at, because his eyes linger there.
"Nice to see you too, dumbass." You manage to get out, before pretty much just losing all strength you had to stand.
Jason does catch you⎯ for once.
"How the hell did this happen?" Jason asks, practically dragging your body inside his apartment. He rests you in the first seat closest to his balcony, which is his couch.
You let out a hiss of pain from the movement, and Jason just mutters something. You don't quite make it out, though.
"Got ambushed on patrol. Fuckers from that new group of wanna-be hotshot villains." You manage to groan out, chest practically heaving as you nearly pant from the pain that leaves a white-hot sting in every muscle of your body.
Jason's swearing under his breath, a string of curses that you can't quite make out either as he disappears for a few minutes before coming back. You didn't know whether to be surprised or honored he brought his entire first-aid kit to you.
Your eyes flutter, tempted to close them in just hopes it'd ease the pain. But you quickly open them again after a moment.
Jason's back in front of you again, and if you weren't in pain you'd make some smart-ass comment about him kneeling on the floor in front of you.
For once, Jason is weirdly quiet. Super quiet, as he's got some sort of wet towel in one of his hands to wipe some of the smeared blood off you. And in normal Jason fashion, he's not being gentle at all as he wipes the blood off.
Which only makes you wince, body jolting away. "For once in your fucking life, Jason, be a little gentle."
"Simply get a higher pain tolerance, fuckwad." Jason quips back, continuing to wipe the blood away, mostly from around the gash in your side that your still desperately holding. But he does take the hint and isn't as rough.
Now that most of your blood was wiped away from the cuts and bruises on your skin, Jason had a clearer view of the damage.
And boy, was there a lot of damage.
Jason sets the blood-soaked towel down somewhere to his side on the floor, still on his knees in front of the couch he'd just unceremoniously dumped you on.
The expression on his face isn't one you've seen before, so you don't really know what he could be thinking, nor what he's feeling. You just know his brows are furrowed, same way they get when he's frustrated or angry.
You don't even realize Jason had started cleaning the gash in your side until you feel the sting from the betadine Jason was using to clean the wound. Yea, it stung. But you didn't have the greatest tolerance for pain, especially not when you were exhausted.
So you writhe in pain, one hand practically gripping the couch cushions for dear life as you clench your jaw. Jason pauses for a moment when you do this, glancing up at your face with that same emotionless expression.
You weren't even sure just when that gash had stopped bleeding, though. Not that you could remember for just how long you'd been bleeding before you'd managed to get to Jason's apartment.
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Eventually most of your worser wounds were cleaned and stitched up, which just meant wrapping a bandage around the ones that needed it.
Of course, you had a bit of your energy back. Enough to be the smartass you usually were, but still just downright exhausted.
Jason was in the middle of wrapping up your stomach, shirt lifted just high enough to allow him to-do so, his hands brushing against the bruises on your stomach every now and then. Which didn't really feel pleasant, but that wouldn't stop the words that immediately fell from your lips.
"If I didn't know better, Jason, I'd say you'd just want a really bad excuse to touch me." Once again, the smartass you returns. In all your flirty and teasing glory.
Jason's eyes narrow as he glares at you. He'd never been a fan of your remarks, as flirty and teasing as they were. It was what sparked most of your arguments, anyway.
"Shut the fuck up before I make you,"
That's all you get out of Jason in reply just moments later.
Before you can make a snarky remark back, Jason's already finished wrapping the bandage around your stomach, quickly gathering the supplies from his first-aid kit and bustling away. Leaving you alone for a few minutes before he returns empty handed.
"You were an idiot. Do you not keep track of your surroundings anymore?"
You roll your eyes at Jason's remark. "Oh, please. Don't scold me like your Bruce or something. You don't got the right to."
Jason forces himself to take a deep breath when you say that. You always knew how easily to push his buttons by simply just the mention of Bruce.
"Still. I could have been finding your dead body on my damn balcony, you idiot."
You only let out a tired laugh, though for only a moment as your laughter causes your side to ache. "I'm breathing right now, aren't I? Stop worrying so much."
Jason just clenches his jaw and remains silent, instead opting to just drop the subject. How else was he to convey that he was, for lack of a better word, worried about the sight of your bloody and bruised body suddenly slumping into his arms, on the one night he wasn't on patrol with you?
He didn't really quite understand why he was like that. Why he reacted like so. Maybe it was because you were his close friend, someone he didn't think was quite as intolerable as the others.
Perhaps that was it.
It was definitely just that reason, right?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
#jason todd x reader#jason todd#jason todd x you#jason todd x gn!reader#gender neutral reader#hurt/comfort#fluff#vigilante!reader#shitty flirting#i suck at flirting#how do you even flirt#how do i even tag this#how do you tag#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd imagine#oblivious
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Can I suggest something with angst (because angst with no comfort is my forte) like a daredevil x vigilante teen reader (?) They are like siblings by blood. (The reader is treated by Matt like family, and he is so overprotective of them.) They have been together for a long time. Then something came up: the reader got caught by their enemies, and the daredevil was on the run to save the reader, or something like that. (I'm bad at explaining things, but I hope you get it.) Thank you in advance. I hope you're having a great day! love u
I am so sorry for the long wait, nonnie! I feel like I owe you for making you wait so long. Since you said angst with no comfort, I decided to completely shatter you with the angst, and I hope you're okay with that! I felt a shorter piece for this request would do better to convey the emotions. I'm nervous to post this, but I hope you like what I did with this!
Slipping Through My Fingers | Matt Murdock x Reader
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x teen!vigilante!Reader
Summary: You get hurt and Matt fails to save you.
Warnings: ANGST, TW: Death, hurt/no comfort
Word Count: 1.5k
A/n: Not tagging for this fic because the topic isn't for everyone.
He’s running. The city sounds, the noise, the sirens and the blood-curdling screams follow him everywhere. The stench in the alleyways seems to cruelly try to distract him from what he’s focused on, but he can’t give up now. He is close, so close.
Matt Murdock lost the only family he had when he was just a boy and he believed he was alone, truly alone, for a very long time. And then, one day, you stepped into his life. He was at the police station when he ran into you. Well, you weren’t running, you were stuck in a holding cell. When he found out why – you were caught punching a guy to a puddle for attempting to hurt an elderly woman – and when he asked Brett for your file and confirmed that you were, in fact, only a teenager, he chose to help you out. It could have been him, after all. In his mask, getting caught by authorities, and he would have wished for someone to bail him out, too. Besides, your sassy nature when he told you he was your lawyer drew him in. You tried pushing him away at first, but then you went out again the next night, and there he was, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, and he taught you a lesson or two about being smart when it comes to being a vigilante. That was the day you started working together, and you have become his family. You’re like his little sibling, and he’s never had one, so it feels right. He can mentor you, protect you and make sure you don’t get yourself in too much trouble, and in return, you breathe some fresh air into his life. It works, and he doesn’t feel as alone now anymore. You even moved in with him.
Last night, everything seemed normal. You went out on parol together, busting up a drug ring you had been investigating long before that, and you seemingly succeeded. Though when Matt came home after work a few hours ago, he found the apartment empty, your suit still at home, and he couldn’t make out your heartbeat. When he called, you didn’t answer your phone. You didn’t text back. And you made a deal at the beginning of this that you would always call back. If you don’t, you told him, not even after five tries, and he can’t hear your heartbeat across the city, something isn’t right. But Matt doesn’t need to remember your deal to know that something happened; he can feel it in his bones.
His chest contracts as his heart grows heavier. The fear is etched deep into his bones. He has gotten so used to the sound of your breathing, not being able to hear it is torture. Like minuscule needles drilling into his brain, the agony wraps its claws around his soul and drags him down into a dark hole.
He’s running, and he won’t stop until he finds you.
Something must have gone wrong last night. Someone must have remembered he isn’t working alone anymore and grabbed you to get to him. He has an inkling, but he can’t say for sure. He’s simply following the clues that are smaller than a grain of salt, and he’s struggling to keep up. For hours, he has been running, and you are no closer to being back home than he was before.
At this point, you could be dead. You could be bleeding out in a ditch. These men could have shipped you off to Russia, enslaved you, used you– He can’t think about that now or he will stop and smash someone’s head into the nearest wall, maybe even his own. He swore to protect you and he failed, he always fails. If anything happened to you, he once told himself, it would be his fault, and it is. He should have been more careful the night before. He should have paid more attention to his surroundings. Things always end badly when he’s involved, and he believes he has doomed you. Yes, he must have doomed you and now you’re gone because of him, possibly even dead, and he is going to have to live with that for the rest of his miserable life.
Then, he smells it. The wind comes in from the right direction and he catches the slightest whiff of your shampoo, your clothes, and your blood. The latter is what causes all fuses to blow in his mind. His already burning vision turns redder, his senses blaring with the alarms in his brain and he runs even faster. He jumps rooftops, chasing after your scent – and then he hears it. The faintest hint of your heartbeat is in the distance, but it is weak, and you’re losing blood at a pace that is weakening your body.
He’s not sure for how long he runs, but eventually, his feet are sore and his muscles ache, and he can finally hear your voice calling out for him, “Matty!”
He finds you on a rooftop. Your body lies limp between two blocks of cement. The gash in your side is large, and the pool of blood that surrounds you keeps growing by the minute. Your breathing sounds labored. You reach out when you see his silhouette, barely conscious, but you have gotten used to his presence.
“No,” he chokes out and gets on his knees beside you. He pulls off his mask, pulling your head into his lap. His hand flies to your wound, but it’s not the only spot you’re bleeding from.
Bare fingers glide over your face, checking for more injuries. He finds a cut on your lip, your eyebrow has been cracked, as has your skull, and you look completely destroyed. Your life is in his hands, and you’re slipping through his fingers.
“Who did this to you?” Matt growls.
“They’re gone,” you whisper. Even though you are injured, you don’t sound scared, you’re not in pain – you have accepted your fate. A fate Matt refuses to see.
“I’ll get you out of here. You just have to hold on a little longer, and then we’ll end them together. I promise. We’ll come home tonight and we’ll have Tacos and–”
“Matthew,” you reach for his face, “It’s okay.”
But it’s not okay, he thinks. You’re bleeding out, you’re dying, and you’re too far from the nearest hospital for him to even try to make a run for it. Even an ambulance won’t make it here in time. It’s not okay, no matter how badly you want to convince him of that, and just like that another wave of blood gushes out of you and into his hand. It feels heavy, like your life’s essence is trying to escape but he doesn’t want it to. You can’t die, he promised he wouldn’t let you.
“No,” he says again, more sternly this time. “Don’t even talk like that, okay? You’re gonna be fine, you hear me?” He calls your name.
You feel yourself getting dizzier by the minute, but you’re oddly content. “I– I won’t make it–” You’re cut off by a cough, and you taste the copper on your tongue now, too.
“Shh, yes you are. Stay with me, sweetie, stay with me!”
He can say it all he wants, it won’t change the brutal reality of the situation.
You’re dying, and he can’t save you.
You pull him down by his sleeve. “Promise me,” you breathe into his ear, “That you’ll– you’ll take that trip to Eu-Europe. Promise me, Matthew. Promise me you’ll l-live.”
“Stop talking like you’re dying, I–”
“I am.”
“No. We’ll get you an ambulance and then you’ll be fine.”
A tear slips from his cheek and onto your face.
“Matthew, please, just…”
“No…”
“Thank you,” you whisper, “for everything. For- for being my brother.”
He calls your name, but the noise fades into the background.
“I love you,” and these are your last words before the dark void grabs you and hands you over into the hands of the Grim Reaper.
You look over your shoulders on your way to the light, the last thing you remember being the tears on Matt’s cheeks and the scream he lets out as you leave, your life slipping through his finger like the sand in an hourglass.
You’re gone, and he couldn’t save you. The one thing he promised to do, he failed at. He failed, and you paid the ultimate price for it.
He stands alone at your funeral. Just like him, you didn’t have anyone. He made the men that did this to you pay for what they did, and the bruises on his knuckles still burn as the sun shines down on him. It doesn’t rain, which he sees as a sign from you, a silent encouragement that it is okay for him to move on and find the light as you did, but he can’t accept it. He can’t accept that you’re gone.
You were too young to get dragged into this, and now you’re gone. It’s his fault, and beating the ones responsible to the point they fell into a coma still didn’t feel enough.
He sends a silent prayer up into the sky, but God doesn’t listen, and he doubts he ever will. Mercy is something he doesn’t deserve, and he will carry the guilt with him until the day he dies.
#request#tw: death#matt murdock x you#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x vigilante!teen!reader#not a ship fic#gender neutral#matt murdock#daredevil#matt murdock imagines#human disaster matt murdock#matt murdock angst#hurt/no comfort#angst#like a lot of it
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could you do a jason x vigilante!reader who is already in with the bat fam? preferably some angst/hurt/comfort stuff if you don’t mind! thank u!
hello! sorry this took so long, I haven't been feeling 100% lately and my inspiration is slowly returning. here you go!
Jason Todd x Vigilante!Reader
Word Count: 1,755
Warnings: slight gory descriptions, mentions of death (not any known character), hurt/comfort, happy ending
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“Hey.”
The cushion dipped slightly next to you. You almost flinched, you hadn’t heard him come in. Jason softly adjusted against the couch, his arm resting atop the back of the cushions as he faced you. You were sitting in the manor’s living room, knees to your chest when you zoned out in the quiet room.
“Hi,” you said, softly. You knew why he was here. He was the third person to come in – the first and second being Bruce and Dick, respectively. You wanted to tell him to go away. To tell him that you didn't need him to coddle you, that you would be fine soon. But did you really want him to leave?
"Have you eaten yet?" His voice was soft. It usually took on that tone when he was talking to scared children.
You didn't respond. Instead, you moved your head, planting your cheek onto your knee to observe his face. His face seemed relaxed, presenting an air of nonchalance. The slight twitch of his mouth, however, betrayed his emotions. After a few moments of silence, you responded.
"No." You weren't hungry. The pain and the guilt eating away at you left little room for feelings like hunger. You shut your eyes.
The back of your throat burned and you swallowed, trying to hold back the tears. Your eyes were red from crying and they burned, feeling dry. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw her face. Her wide eyes, mouth hung open from her slack jaw. You turned your head back to face forward, head buried in your knees. You tightened your arms around your knees, your fingers burrowed into your skin.
Jason placed a hand on your shoulder. The warmth from his palm made you return to the present, albeit slightly. You heard his low voice speaking softly into the still air.
"Look at me. Please.” His tone wasn’t demanding, only gentle. You turned your head a bit towards him. He brought another hand up, laying it on your cheek to guide your head to fully face him. It felt cool against your heated face. His brows furrowed. “Let me help you, sweetheart. Just tell me what you need.”
His visible concern and care made your eyes tear up. Why were you crying again? When Dick and Bruce tried comforting you, you were emotionless – nothing they said evoked your tears. The only difference this time was that it was Jason. Jason.
At the sight of a tear running down your face, he put his other hand on your cheek – one thumb wiped away the tear while the other softly caressed the flushed skin.
"Tell me." The words were whispers against your face. You reached your hands up and laid them atop his.
"I," you hesitated. "I think I need a hug." The last word of your sentence was accompanied by a broken sob, more tears running down your cheeks.
Jason pulled you in immediately, adjusting you so that you're sitting on his lap, your face burrowed into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you and your hands rested on his chest, fisting his shirt. The tears came down harder now, your cries louder with them. You felt his hand rubbing up and down your back, the soothing motion gradually calming your body.
After a few minutes, your sobs finally quieted, only hiccuped breaths escaped you. You pulled away slightly, realizing you wet his shirt with your tears.
"I-I'm sorry…" you whispered. He shook his head, his lips brushing against your head.
"Don't apologize." The hand rubbing your back moved up to hold the back of your head. "Do you feel a little better?"
You nodded lightly. You felt mostly tired so you told him just that.
"I could carry you to your bed if you want." The nonchalance in his voice made your heart skip a beat. You wanted him to hold you again so you agreed.
"Okay," you said, nodding. He shifted his arms – one under your knees with the other on your back – and hoisted you up, standing up from the couch. The ease with which he picked you up would've made your face hot, if it weren't for the tears that already did so. You realized you must’ve looked awful, tears and snot running down your face. The thought made you bury your face into his shirt again, your arms moving to rest around his neck.
You didn't notice, but Jason's lips quirked at your actions.
"Thank you," you whispered. He hummed in response, the cadence of it sounding like 'no problem' or 'of course I would help you'.
The rest of the walk to your room was quiet and you listened to the sound of his heart the entire way. When he arrived at the door of your bedroom, he pushed it open, walked inside and let it shut as he moved to gently lay you down onto your bed.
"Jason?" The word was almost too quiet to be heard, but he caught it anyway. He hummed again in reply. "Could you stay with me a bit longer..?
A small smile played on his lips. He took the side of your bed, laying down next to you and faced you. You laid on your side, facing him as well. It was silent for a moment.
"Hi," you whispered.
"Hi," he breathed back.
"I probably look like a mess, don't I?" You let out a watery chuckle and wiped your eyes.
"No," he muttered. "You don't." You could've sworn you heard something like longing in his voice.
"Thanks, again," you began. "The hug really helped." You allowed a slight smile to grace your lips, but they quivered as you took in more steady breaths to calm yourself.
"I'll always help you. No matter what you need." Jason sounded resolute, like the idea was engraved in his very being. His hand found yours and held it, the warmth combining with yours.
The action made you push forward, encircling your arms around his body and pushing your face into his chest. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, resting one hand on your head with the other resting on your back. You both held each other tight. After a minute, you heard him speak.
"It wasn't your fault." His voice was raspy – the words spoken into your hair. You shook your head, not agreeing with him. "I'm serious. You couldn't have made it in time. She was already–"
His words broke off as he felt you shake, your breath coming out unevenly. His hand started rubbing your back again, his lips leaving small kisses on your head.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." Your hands held on tighter, trying to will the memory away.
"No," you managed to say. "It's okay."
His lips rested on your head and you nudged your face into his shirt, breathing in his scent. It calmed you further.
"I just…If I was just a bit faster, a bit better, she wouldn't have died." Having put that into the air, it felt that much more true. If you had made it to the warehouse faster, the girl might have survived. Instead, just as you arrived, you saw her dead body – all bruised and broken – hung up like a doll for a show. Her lifeless eyes were wide and her broken jaw made her mouth hang open. The sight of it shook you to your core. Scenes like these were just one of the many gruesome sides to being a vigilante.
What was worse, was the fact that her killer was still roaming free. He escaped just before you arrived and Bruce was still tracking him down. Who knows who his next victim would be. It was your fault.
"She was already dead an hour prior, before we knew of her." Jason spoke, breaking your train of thought. "Her death isn't on you. It's on him."
"But, I should've caught him. I didn't-"
He cut you off. "You're not the first nor the last to let a criminal go. Don't dwell on it, it won't do you any good." His voice became softer. "Trust me."
You allowed his words to sink into you. He was right. Jason continued talking.
"We'll just have to catch him before another person is taken." His hand carried on rubbing up and down your back. "I heard from Dickface they got some evidence at the crime scene. It won't be long before we know where he is."
Hope bubbled in your chest. You pulled away, sitting up.
"I should go help them." You made an attempt to move off the bed but Jason's hand caught your arm, pulling you back into him. This time, his front was to your back and his arms wound around your stomach, resting his hands there.
"No, you shouldn't," he breathed into your neck, his breath tickling your skin. "What you need is some rest and to gobble down some food. You're not going anywhere until you sleep."
The position you were in made your heart hammer in your chest. You felt more heat creep into your already flushed face. Your hands moved to lay across his own.
"Okay," you replied, taking a deep breath and settling into the bed. "Will you stay with me?"
Your inquiry secretly held two questions – one of them not referring to the position you were both in. You weren't ready to speak about your feelings, so camouflaged words were enough for now.
"Yeah." His face pressed into your nape, leaving a small kiss with his breath. His affirmation seemed to reply to both your questions, though you knew that wasn't possible.
You interlocked one of his hands with your own and brought it to your mouth. Pressing a gentle kiss onto his skin, you felt him smile against your nape and with that, you closed your eyes. Only the sounds of both your steady breaths filled the room and you fell asleep. Luckily, it was a dreamless sleep – one you really needed.
You awoke a few hours later with your head resting on his chest and your legs intertwined together. Maybe if you told him how you felt, this would happen more often. You let out a sleepy grin and closed your eyes again, cherishing the steady rise and fall of his chest. With time, you would work on the after-effects of witnessing the scene in the warehouse, but for now, you enjoyed the feeling of your body resting against his.
#jason todd x reader#jason todd x vigilante!reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd x gender neutral reader#jason todd imagine#request#hurt/comfort
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Headcanons for Matt x teen!vigilante reader
A/N : An ask by @hutaos-gh0st, hope this is good. Also my first headcanon, so this is not that good, I'll admit.
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• Let's say you two met at a random night while you were patrolling crossing paths.
• You were trying to find information about someone and being all sneaky and he suddenly came up behind you.
• "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the devil of Hell's Kitchen"
"And I'm Jesus"
• After talking a bit you figure out you were both going after the same person, so you kind of teamed up.
• He figures out you are a kid by the heartbeat thing and is instantly protective big bro mode on.
• "Aren't your parents worried"
"You think i'd be doing this if i had them"
• Which ofcourse leads to more questions because he was worried.
• "So who do you live with"
"Oh yeah, let me tell a stranger everything what do you want next my social security number"
• After a few more encounters, Matt figured out you didn't actually have a place to live, you sort of stayed around.
• "I mean i can barely pay my school fees, where do you think i'll get the money for rent"
• So he offered you to come live with him, which you took after some hesitancy and a NDA contract signed between you two.
• You learning he's blind and being shellshocked also a little fan moment.
• "Dude, that's so cool, so how does it work"
• Going on patrol together
• Meeting foggy and karen
• You and foggy becoming besties talking about stupid shit Matt does.
• Karen is the person you'll go to when you have any trouble.
• Giving life advice to each other
• Being scolded by Claire but also being patched up after.
• Matt also having to pull you away from dangerous stuff despite your protests.
• also you having to pull him away from stupid stuff.
• Running into frank castle and boy that was a awkward moment, seeing the tension between him and matt.
• Overall a weird combination but it works.
• Also imagine teaming up with spiderman and annoying Matt with all the vines and slangs.
#matt murdock#matt murdock x y/n#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x platonic!reader#matt murdock x gn!reader#matt murdock x vigilante! reader#matt murdock x teen!reader#matt murdock x gender neutral reader#matt murdock headcanon#foggy nelson#karen page#claire temple#daredevil
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adrian chase/vigilante headcanons
x civilian/anti-hero reader + x black plus-size gnc reader
sfw and nsfw tones included
has these moments of cockiness and it either pisses you off or…
with that said he likes your hand wrapped around his neck
trans
adopts your phrases really quick
sounds like an echo of you sometimes
backs you up in any argument even if you’re losing
likes to stand close to you
^^sniffing your scent and/or playing with your clothes
when you guys spar he kinda pulls punches even though you don’t. taunting him makes him loosen up
enjoys throwing your body around//picks you up randomly
“look what i just learned how to do. are you looking? i’ll wait. ok ready?”
needy lil baby.
nuzzles into you whenever he’s close
clear frustration when he can’t get your attention
naps with his head in your lap and his face in your stomach
“i can hear your insides”
stares at you when you’re asleep and it scares the hell out of you to wake up with his wide ass eyes on you
forgets to take his meds a majority of the time. def ignores reminders/alarms to finish a story or joke he was telling at the time
puffs out his chest. not even for dominance or anything that’s just his posture
he has a really good arch 🧎🏿
likes to make you laugh + hear any variation of it
uses babe/baby a lot
sings in the shower
gets you to sit in his lap as much as possible
“let’s do it with our masks on”
you know he stalks you and just consider him a guard dog at some point
^actually did catch someone following you home while he was following you home and brought them to your front step all bloodied up and gagged :3
dad jokes
has this look in his eyes when you talk that gives you butterflies
you regret taking him to the club for the first time
^he became the center of multiple dance circles and kept pointing you out to join him
when your assignments are different during a mission, he makes sure to put to use the very long list of call and response phrases he’s forced you to learn
^knows he’s annoying but every time you respond, he smiles with relief
is very soft intimacy-wise
very low whimpers and light gasps
hesitant to grip you tightly at times,,,wants to treat you as gentle as possible
rough when riled up/has pent up emotions,,more of a power bottom then
favors backshots,,always melts in your grip
makes you food for aftercare
does his lil dancey dances with only his mask and normal clothing on,,,will perform multiple songs for you
ah…🧍🏿
#adrian chase#vigilante#adrian chase headcanons#vigilante x black reader#vigilante headcanons#adrian chase x black gnc reader#x black reader#sub!adrian chase#x black plus size reader#x black gnc reader#peacemaker headcanons#x gender neutral reader#x gn reader#x black gn reader#sub!vigilante#x fat reader#i wrote stuff#peacemaker
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valentine's day (adrian chase x reader)
Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader
Summary: Adrian and the reader spend yet another Valentine's Day together.
Word Count: 1.4k
Tags: established relationship, reader-insert, gender-neutral pronouns, post-canon, idiots in love, comfort, fluff, drinking, domestic fluff, valentine's day
~masterlist~ | >>>(read on ao3)<<<
After a long shift at your day job, all you wanted to do when you got home was relax with Adrian and have a chill night. You were not at all up for patrolling tonight, the bad guys of Evergreen can wait a night to be caught. Work was a pain in the ass and based on your texts with Adrian through the day you could tell that he would probably be up for staying in tonight as well. Before your shift had ended you texted Adrian and told him that you would walk home from work tonight to clear your head from the messy day you just had, and to your surprise he didn’t throw a fit about not picking you up. He loves picking you up from work, but you figured he probably had a long day at the restaurant too, so it didn’t strike you as anything to worry about-or worry too much about. You then texted Adrian to let him know you were leaving work.
You: omw home :)
Ade: cool beans see you soon babe!🧜🏻
With that, you threw in your headphones and listened to music on your short walk home. It only took a few minutes to get there, and as you walked down the street you saw the Vigilante-mobile parked outside of your apartment.
As you approached your door you heard music playing, you recognized it to be “Paper Rings” by Taylor Swift, you giggled knowing how much Adrian loves Miss Swift. You happily sighed because you love coming home to hear Adrian singing off-key and seeing his dorky dance moves, it will make any shitty day you’ve had a thousand times better. After turning the keys to unlock the door you found Adrian standing in the hallway holding a bouquet of roses. You noticed that the entire apartment was covered in flower petals, hearts, and candles-all of the Valentine’s Day essentials. Suddenly it hit you, you remembered today is the 14th. With your day job being insane and also working relentlessly with the 11th Street Kids, you completely lost track of the date. There was also a box of your favorite pizza and a few bottles of wine with glasses on the table, he really went all out. Your cheeks instantly grew pink, and a giant smile painted onto your face.
“Adrian??” you begin, bewildered at what he was doing. He flashed his teeth and padded over to you.
“Wow I can’t believe that I timed that out right from when you said you were coming home,” Adrian chuckled at his own timing and you couldn’t help but laugh, he straightened himself and cleared his throat, “Will you be my Valentine, my love?” he offered you the roses and wiggled his brows in anticipation. You huffed a laugh and heat ran to your cheeks, completely shocked at what he set up for you.
“I-of course, honey, it would be my honor,” you stepped in close to him, leaned onto your tippy toes and planted a kiss on his lips. He briefly pulled away and stares into your eyes, you could stare into his green eyes for a lifetime.
“Pshh no, babe, the honor is all mine!” He kissed you again, you felt intoxicated by the way he kissed you. He then motioned for you to put your stuff down and generously helped you take off your coat and put your bag in its usual spot. You kicked your shoes off and walked over to him, closing the distance between you both.
“Y’know we’ve been each other’s valentines for years now, I wasn’t expecting you to ask me and to… do all of this. It is very thoughtful, and sweet, and charming, and just… amazing, Ade,” you confessed, he took your hands.
“Yeaahhh we’ve been valentines forever now, I just wanted to do something to surprise you and to celebrate our loveeeeee,” he playfully wiggled your arms, “and to show you how cool I think you are and how you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I wanted us to have a super romantic night with each other and get a little wine drunk, and y’know sometimes it’s nice to be cheesy and fall into the whole heartsy-fartsy thing,” he let out a deep breath after rambling, you somehow managed to smile even more than you were before.
“You’re the best, like seriously, Ade, I love you so much,” you kissed him again. “Anddd even though I totally forgot today was Valentine’s Day, like the actual day of the holiday, I do have a gift for you that I got a few weeks ago,” his eyes lit up. You separated from him briefly to run to get his gift-it was a Beatles record that he has been looking to buy for a while, well, he had the album before, it’s one of his favorite albums ever, but it got damaged. One night a couple months ago Chris brought Eagly over to visit and Eagly was not happy to be in your small apartment, and while listening to the record Eagly spread his wings, hit the vinyl, and it got scratched from the needle. Since then, it’s been unplayable, and it’s been hard to find in any stores near you guys. Adrian was kinda pissed as it was his favorite record, but it was easy to see that Eagly felt bad afterwards because he tried hugging Adrian, which made Adrian tear up and immediately stop being mad at him.
Luckily, you managed to stumble across it at a record store a few weeks ago and you had to buy it for him, you snuck it home and hid it under your shared bed so he wouldn’t find it until the holiday. You grabbed it and shuffled over to the table where he was now sitting. With a warm grin on your face, you handed him the wrapped gift.
“OOOH,” he said eagerly, he very quickly unwrapped it and his eyes grew wide, he chuckled.
“Do you like it?” you ask, already knowing the answer, he shook his head wildly.
“Uhhh yeah! Holy shit I can’t believe you found it! Thanks, babe, we gotta listen to it right now,” you nodded your head in agreement as he paused the music from his phone and went over to the record player. He placed the needle on the record and Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band began playing, Adrian started dancing over to you and singing the lyrics.
“It was twenty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play,” he bobbed his head to the beat and smiled, “Ahh fuck I missed having this album, I am so happy right now!”
“Me too,” you beamed, he sat across from you, “our minds are so similar we both had little Valentine’s Day surprises for each other!” He comically gasped at what you said.
“Woahh you are totally right, that’s insane! We are so in sync, babe, I love it,” Adrian said, he was clearly ecstatic about the record which made you very content with your purchase. “It’s almost like our cycles are synched or something, babe,” he pondered, you snorted loudly at his comment. He then reached for the wine. “Care for some vino, my love?” he asked as he opened the bottle, you nodded, and he poured glasses for you both.
You noticed the label on the wine and your heart felt warm, as this particular bottle of wine was the kind you both drank after he asked you to be in a relationship many years ago. You reflected on the time you have spent with Adrian over the years and how grateful you were to be with him.
“Cheers,” you said as you both clinked your glasses, Adrian’s eyes were literally dilating as he looked at you, you blushed-or your cheeks were still blushing, the pink never left your face since you arrived at home.
You have been with him for so many years now but the littlest things he does can still make you get butterflies or blush or just feel giddy with joy; his laugh, his eyes, how he plays with your hair, the cute nicknames he has for you, his stupid jokes, his smile, how he knows your coffee order, the way he holds your hand, just … everything.
He just makes your heart happy.
He scooched his chair next to yours, flung his arm around you, and began softly rubbing your shoulder. You both went in for a kiss, smiling in between breaths.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” you softly said in between kisses, the smiles never left your faces.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe. I’m so so soooo fucking happy that you’re my Valentine.”
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beauty, faith, imagine.
matt murdock x reader
first part.
summary: someone clears their throat next to you. and then he accuses you of being a criminal.
warnings: just fluff (okay there’s angst but you won’t even notice)
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"we're not doing this," matt says.
his voice is rough. his breath is quick. deadly. the very idea of his existence turns you inside out.
you almost laugh but manage to form it--the very hysteria of it--into a smile, teasing.
matt is saying one thing, but his lips speak volumes more.
at your pulse, the tip of your chin, the edge of your ear and a place that you hadn't even known existed, and--
"that's what you said before," you get out, tilting your head up as matt tastes every inch of your skin.
you're not quite sure how you've gotten here.
it doesn't matter.
none of it matters.
an inch of nothing fills up at the edge of your throat. matt kisses it away with just inches of space. with his lips so close and too far all at once.
he's irrationally addictive.
irritatingly confident.
"no," he whispers, and you think that maybe he doesn't know what he's saying at all.
still, you take the opportunity of his thinking to push him off, to wrap your legs around his and do your own tasting.
matt is pushed back against the mattress before you can even think about it.
you smile anyway.
kiss his lips, just once.
"we are doing this," you say.
matt is trying to hide his smile. but you see it.
him.
*
it's maybe a week later.
it's maybe too many phone calls and too many nights of frank just "checking up on you."
it's maybe too much.
and it's possibly why you've ended up at this bar. why you've crossed the bridge between your own neighborhood and never being spotted again.
shame is a funny thing.
brothers are not.
and this bartender, well. some part of you is absolutely in love with her.
which, you guess, is the effect she has on everybody.
not that she's told you that. or done anything to... indicate it.
hysterical minds, you know, are funny little things.
especially this late at night, when you're just avoiding calls.
"josie," you say, giving her your best smile. your most invigorating tone. "are you hiring?"
she gives you a look--the same look you've been getting a lot of lately--and walks away.
so much for charity.
you blow a breath out. contemplate the possibility of moving somewhere else and changing your name.
but these ideas--fabulous ideas--are interrupted.
by a quick tap on the counter next to you. a clearing of throat that can really only mean one thing.
"job hunting?" a voice next to you asks.
you glance over, eyes half blurry with something you would not like to mention--exhaustion, fury, embarrassment--and see a blob of a face.
it soon clears into something much more interesting.
"fancy seeing you here," you say, but your voice says anything but.
matt laughs, maybe surprised. "i grew up here."
you blink. "...in this bar?"
he's sitting down. he's staring at you, towards you, looking at something that you wish you could see.
"almost," matt says. "if josie would've adopted me."
there's a laugh from the other side of the bar.
you look over to josie, surprised. "you'll adopt him but you won't hire me?"
you're maybe just a little bit too loud.
josie glares at you. looks away.
you turn back to matt, who is still smiling. still fiddling with his glasses. still tapping his fingers on the counter.
"can i buy you a drink?" he asks.
"you'd waste three dollars on me?"
matt's lip twitches.
"i wouldn't call it a waste," he says, "the drinks aren't completely terrible."
"you said you grew up here, right?"
matt nods.
"so i don't need to explain how false that statement is?"
he laughs.
his voice is quiet, soft. you're looking around, trying to find out if he came with anyone.
"how's the, uh," matt tilts his head. "...trespassing?"
your brow furrows. "how'd you hear about that?"
"people talk. foggy especially."
"isn't there like a kind of lawyer-client confidentiality?"
"not when you've got two lawyers. or none, in your case."
you wince. look away for just a moment--not that matt knows that. "sorry."
he laughs again. it's a bit pitiful. "it's okay. foggy doesn't like to associate nelson and murdock with criminals, anyway."
"hey!"
matt laughs again, and you find yourself following.
you find yourself jumping off of the edge of the cliff, just cause he says so.
you try and wipe the smile off of your face. "it wasn't exactly illegal."
"because 'not exactly a crime' is a good excuse in court."
you scowl. "i'm not going to court."
"straight to jail, then?"
you lean back in your stool. cross your arms. "don't you have a job or something, murdock? what're you doing here, spending time with us criminals?"
"i think it's just you." his lip is quirked up. you can see the edge of his brow above his glasses.
a couple of raindrops fall on your skin.
matt clears his throat. sits up a little bit. "but it's good that josie hates you," he says.
you glare at him. "she does not hate me--"
"the last person that was employed by her mysteriously disappeared."
"what's the implication behind that sentence?"
matt smiles. "that you should get a different job."
you laugh, small. look down at the bar. play with the straw of your water. "yeah, well. it's not like i've got much of a choice. have to take whatever's available."
matt is still looking at you. he still hasn't moved an inch farther from you.
if you reached out, just a little bit, you might be able to feel the heat of his skin.
"if you can't find anything," he says, pleasant and controlled. "i'm sure we could find some use of you at the office."
you blink. "are you going to hand me your business card now?"
matt opens his mouth. closes it. "smooth."
you laugh. "don't you already have an assistant?"
"i didn't say that you'd be a good use."
"so you're offering me a position as your janitor?"
matt nods, so serious, so stern and still and completely beautiful. "like you said, not much of a choice right now."
you look up at the clock. look at matt and try to guess the color of his eyes.
"i have a feeling that you don't get paid much," you say.
matt chuckles. "we do get a lot of fruit."
"does your janitor get free lunch, too?"
"only if said janitor has a criminal record."
by the time you leave later that night, you've almost forgotten about the phone call with frank.
*
matt is almost pouting at you.
"what?" you as him, pecking the edge of his lips.
"this is a trap."
you smirk, let your hand go up his hair, let the other trace the line of his jaw. "you should've realized that a long time ago, murdock."
"i was distracted."
his voice is so soft. is so full of emotion--something that you would like not to consider. is so everything that you've ever wanted to hear all at once.
matt is trying not to smile. he's trying not to breathe.
you're doing the same.
like you might get intoxicated by his very presence.
"oh yeah?" you ask. "and why was that?"
you kiss along his jaw. taste his feelings, his skin like you've been starving for years.
like nothing has ever tasted so sweet.
matt is vibrating. he is every sensation.
"that, for one."
he tries to move away from you, tries not to squirm as you tickle the edge of his neck.
"i'm sorry," you say. "my fault."
"your fault," matt confirms.
he is smiling at you.
he is so goddamn beautiful.
you feel another layer shed. feel the boundaries of your skin get even thinner.
you feel him, digging in.
his eyes are so warm, such a perfect brown that you could've never imagined.
"we're not doing this," he says.
and he's lying.
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Monochromatic Prisms: Part One
A/N: I’ve never done an ‘x reader’ or even a fanfiction before so hopefully this isn’t too bad?? I’m much used to writing my own stories!! Anyways hope anyone who finds this enjoys it.
Series Title: Monochromatic Prisms
Chapter: Part One - Every Story Starts Somewhere
Song: You’re own your own kid
Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader (Platonic), Foggy Nelson x Reader (Platonic), Karen Page x Reader (Platonic), Daisy Johnson x Reader (Platonic), Yelena Belova x Reader (Platonic), Danny Rand x Reader (Platonic), Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Platonic), Pietro Maximoff x Reader (Platonic). Some of these are only mentioned!!
Word Count: 2094
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The stairway was dark, as it usually was when stumbling home at 3am. Living on the top floor was a burden in this moments. Muttering to yourself as you continued the hike up the stairs, cursing yourself for being sloppy and getting shot.
Upon reaching the top floor, hands fumbled in your pockets for the keys to your apartment. In the dark, it was hard to identify the keys but eventually you found the right one. As always the door was a bitch to open. Jerking the key trying to turn the lock until finally it opened. The door swinging wildly as if it was out of control. Your hand shot out, feeling around for the light switch so that the room wasn’t so dark.
Heavy footsteps pounded in your ears as you made your way through the living room. As you found your way to the kitchen, you leaned on the bench for support. On the countertop there was a small white tin. A first aid kit. On the lid there was a range of stickers. It was decorated by Danny, a vigilante and CEO in his mid twenties. It was his gift to you when you had saved his life.
Pulling the tin over and ripping your shirt off, you found the suture kit as well as some tweezers. Not bothering to clean the tweezers you shoved them in and started to fish around for the bullet. As contact was made you began to pull it out. A harsh scream threatened to leave your throat. With a ugly squelch the bullet and tweezers left your body, replaced with a spurt of ruby liquid. Your hand slammed on the bench feeling around for a rag of some sorts. It was then you realised you didn’t have one near. Hesitantly you reached for the tea towel instead holding it over the wound on your stomach. The bullet had missed anything vital but regardless had hurt like a bitch. It was moments like these you regret giving your powers up, missed your team. Unfortunately you thought it was for the greater good, take a drug to suppress your powers and live your team until you could bring Frank Castle in.
Once the bullet hole was closed up neatly, you wandered over to your couch. Collapsing on the soft cushioning and reaching for the TV remote. As you flicked it on you searched for Netflix and tiredly typed in Brooklyn 99. Your favourite show at the moment next to various other sit coms. Lazily you drifted off to sleep not quite caring about the episode.
The next morning there was a burning pain in your stomach. It shot you up and your eyes didn’t get a chance to adjust to the light. You rushed over to the sink holding your head over it as the contents of your stomach poured out. As tears welled in your eyes from the stinging acid a knock at your door pulled your thoughts away. Grabbing the dish cloth you wiped your face opting to clean the mess later.
The walk to the door was short but taxing on your body. You opened the door and were greeted by a pair of red glasses. A grin was donned as the man made his way into your apartment.
“You’re worse than me, it’s nearly 1pm- is that blood? There’s copper in the air”
You silently damned yourself for forgetting your best friends “powers”. Instead of lying you laid out the truth.
“Patrol was rough last night, got shot and passed out after stitching myself up”
The man shook is head as he walked over to you. Gently throwing his white cane onto the small side table by the couch. Gently, he placed a hand around the wound site. Feeling the warmth rising to the area.
“You need to be more careful, especially without your powers I- I don’t know what’d happen if I lost you. Again”
Silently your mind reminded you of what happened just over 12 years ago. You were 16 and he was 18. He had received a scholarship into Columbia Law and left you. Despite his promises to stay in contact he never did. That same year, the other member of your trio had ran away from Saint Agnes. Leaving you to fend for yourself.
“You did fine the first time Matthew”
It came out harsher than you had meant it to, venom dripping as you said his name. His hand that was placed around the wound left tentatively. As if he didn’t quite want to let you go.
“That’s not fair, you know it’s not fair”
Like yours was, Matthews voice is also harsh. To an extent it was understandable. He had gone off for college and left his time at the orphanage behind. It wasn’t his fault he and the other had left the same year. Exhaling, you walked over to Matt, wrapping your arms around his waist. As you nestled into his chest he returned the gesture.
“I’m sorry for leaving you Dragon”
A smile formed on your lips at the mention of your childhood nickname. When you first met Matt at Saint Agnes he was 9 and you were 7. You had been wandering the halls late and night when you bumped into him. In your hands there was a purple dragon with blue accents, back then it was your life line. You had let him feel it to work out what it was. Since then the name Dragon had stuck. When you were 16 and wishing him off to college, you had snuck the plush animal in. A good luck charm of sorts.
“You’re here now Matthew, that’s all that matters to me”
A chuckle released from the two of you. For a moment, the world was just the two of you. Childhood best friends relishing in one another’s touch. That was until the door flung open revealing a distressed Foggy Nelson.
“Matt you went to check on them hours ag- oh hello you two, now can you bring your asses to the office! We’ve still got a case yknow?!”
The case in question was the Frank Castle case. You had left your old team when the murderous vigilante first started terrorising the city. In fact you had done your best research right down to finding his old home. To your knowledge he had a partner, a Billy Russo who hadn’t been caught yet. Yet Frank was caught and Matt being the idiot he was convinced Foggy to take on the case. You shudder at the memory of when you first saw Frank in hospital. You had a photo of him and his family that you had slipped into his hand when the rest of Nelson and Murdock’s employees turned around to discuss something. Your first impression of the vigilante was odd to say the least. He wasn’t quite the monster he was described as but you also didn’t need telepathy to see he had been hurt, deeply.
“Yeah sorry Foggy, I uh, got mugged and shot last night. Lucky me right?”
Foggy’s eyes flicked down to your waist. You only had a pair of sweatpants and a “cropped” tank top on. The pants hanging low enough to reveal the messily stitched wound that was above your adonis belt.
“Holy shit, are you sure you don’t need a hospital?“
His voice was laced with concern. Despite being aware of Matt’s “extracurriculars” you had decided against telling him you were an Ex-SHIELD Agent who currently operated as a vigilante. Matt, who had made his way to the kitchen to grab some water let out a chuckle.
“This isn’t funny Matt, they could be seriously hurt”
As Matt removed his glasses, placing them on the bench as he knelt down to find a glass, he started to respond to Foggy. Since you were kids, you had always hated the hospital after your year in the group home, you had come back to Saint Agnes different and both your friends could tell.
“Good luck getting them to a hospital Foggy”
Foggy huffed and you wandered off to your room. Peeling the sweat pants off and replacing it with more business casual attire. You hadn’t bothered closing the door, allowing the conversation to continue.
“Please don’t tell me you have an alter ego too”
The blonde exclaimed as you walked out of your bedroom. The button up shirt fit snugly, as did the black dress pants. The top few buttons of your shirt were left open, as they always were when it was just another day in the office.
“Foggy-“
You hesitated for a moment, taking a breath in. You battled internally whether to tell him the truth or not. Your eyes darted over to Matt who had picked up on your racing heart.
“Foggy I think it’s best you sit down. Matt can you call Karen, you all deserve to hear this”
Matt picked up his phone, calling Karen. Foggy’s brows burrowed in confusion. Despite Matt knowing about your past, you made the executive decision of acting as if he didn’t. You had left your team to bring Frank Castle in, you had given up your powers for this mission. It was time to tell your now closest friends the truth. At first, hunting down Matt and joining his firm was means to an end. Over the past few months they had became great friends. Foggy was always in awe of your baking, you and Matt loved reconnecting and Karen became your favourite drinking buddy.
“Hey what’s going on? What aren’t you telling us?”
You sighed, telling Foggy you wanted to tell all three of them together. It was only twenty minutes until Karen came knocking on your door. Matt had let her in, walking her over to the couch.
“What’s happened?”
Her voice was delicate yet firm, something you admired in the woman. As you started to think about how you wanted to phrase this, you started fiddling with your hands. Gently cracking your bones. A common nervous stim.
“I’m going to say something and it’s going to make me sound like a horrible person. You may hate me, you might shun me and honestly I get it, but I need you to know that it wasn’t my intention for this to go this far”
Karen have you a confused look, just as Foggy had done. Matt adjusted himself on the couch, trying to get comfortable as he prepared himself for less than savoury reactions.
“I am a former SHIELD Agent. I was hired when I was 22 years old, at the time I was on the streets. I had these powers I didn’t understand, I had always just seen myself as some sad mutant orphan. At first, I was scared around SHIELD. Until that is I was reconnected with Skye Johnson”
The name elicited a reaction from Matt, he wasn’t aware you had found Daisy again. She had ran away from Saint Agnes a day before he left for college which had left both of you distressed.
“Skye was my other best friend from Saint Agnes. At the time, we hadn’t seen each other for what… 6 years? Except she had changed, her hair was shorter, she had powers and she had discovered her parents wanted to name her Daisy. When we were 23, I met the twins Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, they were 21 years old. Mutants, an evolution to the human. Another year passed and now there’s Danny Rand, a 20 year old with these magic powers. A glowing fist that granted him super strength or some shit like that. I took him under my wing, just like I took the twins. Then when I’m 25, there’s Yelena Belova. A former Red Room assassin who, at the time, was 23. When I started to train with her, I started to form my team. The Outcasted. You had me, Prism. Daisy - Quake, Wanda - Scarlet Witch, Pietro - Quicksilver, Danny - Iron Fist and finally Yelena - the White Widow. We were good, it was an adjustment but we get along well. We were family. When I was 26 I discovered I was initially born in another reality, all of this. This world was fiction to me. It fucked with my head for a while. According to Strange, I tried to kill myself when I was 16 in my old world. Instead of dying, the multiverse put me here. Restarted my clock or some shit, and the infinity stones of this world? They were absorbed into my skin. Now they just sit in a cuff around my arm, but they gave me my powers. The following year I was caught in the carousel shooting, the one that killed the Castles. I only survived because the stones let me. Anyways, it hit me that Frank survived. When the Punisher made his first kill. I felt responsible, I mean fuck I could’ve done something that day you know? Fought to protect everyone, but I was weak. I didn’t fight. So I took this stash of drugs a friend of mine was working in. If I inject one vial a day it suppresses my powers, renders me unable to use them. So I stole them all, it’s lasted me this long. I made myself a whole new identity just so I could hunt Murdock down, fight in the streets of New York at night just for one fucking lead. Get a job with him, because maybe it would give me a fighting chance to help Castle. I know Matt, know him well. Catholic guilt makes him love helping strays”
As you trailed off, all three of them stayed silent. Foggy stood up making his way to the kitchen, more than likely to calm himself down. Another twenty minutes passed before someone spoke up and the silence made your skin itch.
“What made you decide to tell us now?”
It was Karen, you could hear betrayal in her voice yet also sympathy. You placed your hands down on your thighs, throwing yourself back in my chair. Staying quiet for a few moments, you answered her question.
“I couldn’t hide this shit from you guys any longer. It was meant to be a simple mission, joining Nelson and Murdock was just means to an end. I wasn’t meant to form attachments, but being around you guys… I had a family again. I couldn’t keep lying anymore. Plus Foggy found out I got shot so that was another reason”
At the sound of his name, Foggy looked over at you. His eyes staying still on your form. A sharp sting came from your stomach. You tried to ignore it but couldn’t avoid a grimace forming on your face. Karen let out a hum, mulling over what had just happened. It was a lot to take in, it always was.
“Promise me one thing, just one thing”
You looked back at Foggy who was still standing in the kitchen. His face was unreadable yet you can’t imagine it was pleasant. You nodded at him no verbally telling him to continue his sentence.
“Tell us when you need help?”
Your mouth opened to respond but closed almost immediately. The thumping in your chest felt like it was going faster and you felt everyone’s attention on you.
“Of course Foggy, I give you my word”
After a year of working alone, you found your faith in a team again. You knew Foggy wasn’t fond of helping Castle, but hopefully you could convince him otherwise. Karen got up from her sit, making her way over to yours as she sat down.
“I can’t say I approve of what you’re doing, but you do have experience. Just don’t get killed okay?”
You let out a small chuckle which made the other three let out small chuckles as well. Another team, another family. Maybe this trust thing was worth it. Matt shot a smirk your way, surprised that neither of them reacted in distaste, although you spoke up about it upfront. Matt left Foggy to find him half dead.
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Pink Petals in Blood Vessels
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Adrian Chase // gn!reader
Warnings ; mentions of injuries, descriptions of smut (explicit blowjobs and handjobs).
Sipnosis ; According to Adrian, kissing is cheating the body to allow your mind to dive into a sea of clear pinkish honey full of foam and flowers.
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The first time they saw you, you were picking him up from work. It was late at night, last shift of the week, you invited him over and he gladly accepted.
You two had been seeing each other for a few months now, hanging out at his place or yours, watching movies, going for coffee or dinner, walking or partying together, occasionally. He was sweet and spoke a lot, really strong and somehow cute at the same time. He was quite lovely.
It had taken him a bit to adjust to you but once he told you his name he settled into your life and had no plan to get out.
You had saved his life, or at least you liked thinking you did. Found him in a mask, sitting on an alleyway close to your apartment as he bled out his upper back. You took him because you knew none else would, you knew him, from the news. You knew a hospital would be worse. You took it as a sign.
He became brutally obsessed with you. He stalked you, found out where you worked, where you were studying, your routines and usual places. He appeared at your window sometimes, with some minor injuries, and told you he was doing you a favour by letting you take care of his wounds, saying it was the best way to practice for med school. He always came in excited to show you a new wound "You've never done this one before!" he said every time he got a new type of injury.
"You need to stop getting hurt on purpose" you put ice on his leg after repeating to him that no, it wasn't broken and no, you were not going to practice on his leg for your cast-making exam because it would just be worse. "It's getting ridiculous"
He scoffed "I don't do it on purpose,"
"You mean to tell me you are just that bad at crime fighting?" You got up, leaving him and his bruised thigh sitting on your couch.
"What? No! No, I'm really good!" He sounded almost childish, like really trying to convince you and you smiled, taking two beers from your fridge, opening them on your counter as he spoke "I'm the best hero in town! Well—now that my best friend is out of prison, I'm the second but I've been the best for like four years! That's like, really impressive"
You handed him his beer, always gave him one even though you knew he never drank it, an excuse to hold him around, "Sure," you leaned on the bookshelf next to your tv, right in front of him "I just," you played with your beer in your hands "really like you, you know? I don't want you going around getting your shit beaten"
He stared at you "You like me?" You sipped your drink and smiled.
"Of course I do," you slowly made your way to him, leaving the can on the small wooden table and kneeling in between it and the couch, looking up to him from the floor "I care about you"
"Oh," he was so hard to read when he felt silent, no facial expressions to give him away "what are you doing?" you had a hand on each of his knees, taking the space between his legs but not really, far enough to not be directly in between them.
"I want to check on your leg, if it really hurts that much" you pressed a hand under his right thigh and got the ice off, putting it on the table. He tensed all over and inhaled sharply, your head darted up "If you don't mind," you looked up at him, not depriving him from your touch. He nodded.
"No, no it's okay," you smiled down at him, pulling his leg up and touching, digging down to his knee.
"Does that hurt?" he shook his head and you went on, leaning in and going up, pressing your palm down and softly rubbing your fingers, he hissed when you touched his inner thigh and you pulled away "there?" he nodded "well, that means you didn't sprain it, probably just a nasty bruise but that's it"
"What if I have internal bleeding?" His words stopped you from standing back up. You raised your brows at him and grinned.
"I can assure you, you do not have internal bleeding" still you didn't stand up, just looked up at him.
He took a beat "I could,"
You eyed him and pressed your lips together. "Do you feel weak? or numb? Like, could you fight right now?" you spoke slowly, one hand on each of his knees again.
"Never! I never ever feel weak, I'm ready, always!" he didn't move either.
You smiled "Then you definitely don't have internal bleeding," he looked down and sighed, comically, with a hint melancholy "what is it?"
"No, what? Nothing" you tried to read him, looking at his entire body, not only his covered face.
"If you want to stay just say that," he shook his head "then what?" he wasn't looking at you when he reached for your hands. He brushed his fingertips against the back of them, lightly grabbing them as you watched amused. He pulled them to him, hesitantly, and let them rest at the end of his waist, then held them there. "Oh…" you pressed your thumbs against the soft part of the suit above his belt, looking at your hands, then at him. You took his waist in your hands, pinning him down, then you stood a bit, still on your knees. You went further down, feeling him breathe heavily. You looked up at him when your hands landed at the bottom of his hips, palm against his thighs, thumb rubbing in between his legs. "Is that what you want?" you couldn't help the smile.
He nodded and murmured something that sounded like “touch”, he was not touching you, just staring into your eyes, still and warm. You slowly raised, unfastening the armour around his shoulders, tossing it to the side. You grabbed the mask on his neck and he pulled away with his entire body "Sorry," you mumbled "I'm not gonna take it off, I just wanna kiss your neck" then a small though started growing at the back of your mind and your stomach dropped a bit “unless you only want me to… You know,” you gestured down, vaguely “just that”
He shook his head “No, no—please,” he sounded impossibly soft, hands making their way to your waist, sinking down and pulling you with him. You smiled, gripping the mask and pulling it up with one hand, standing to sit back down on his lap, one leg on his right and the other between his legs, kissing his skin for the first time. The mask stayed on, as your other hand creeped through his suit, trying to find a zipper or buttons. "It's a two piece," Vigilante sounded like he was melting down, as if he was about to become one with your couch. He breathed deeply and slowly, moved carefully and he sounded yours. He made noises that came desperate out his throat, you were pressed against him, feeling him hard under you. You wanted to make it all wet, cover him in your kisses, show him some care.
"What 'd you say?" you barely raised your when you were done with the hickey on his clavicle.
"The suit," you kissed him again cause it was driving you insane, his little whines and the way his words came out half broken by them "it opens in the middle, there's—mg, there's a belt?"
The thought came back "Oh," that maybe he was just using you to get off "okay" that you had to be just that, quick.
"No that I don't love this, I do, it's just," he breathed in "just so you know,"
You put your hands down on his little utility belt, unfastening it "No, yeah, I know," you weren't looking at him. "I've taken the top part off a thousand times," to patch him up.
"Yeah, right" he said, some of that sweet tone missed.
You sank to the floor once again, knees against the coldness of it. You touched his stomach, pressing a hand and slowly going down, fingertips against the harsh fabric. Your hands met in the middle, one pressed against the inside of his thigh and the other one unzipping his pants. His breathing fastened when you started pulling down his pants.
Once they were off, forgotten next to your knees, you kissed up, what was visible of his stomach. You felt it rise and sink again under your mouth, he put a hand on your head, not quite touching you but keeping you there, and you spread his legs more with one hand and gripped at him with the other. He groaned with his throat and rested his head on the back of the couch, "Oh, fuck, fuck shit—" you kept your mouth on his stomach, small kisses as you stroked him, slowly and deeply. "okay do that, that's really—yeah, fuck," you looked up at him, going a bit faster, with your other hand still opening him as much as he allowed his legs to be.
He looked at you and you wished you could see his face, just to know if he was liking it. It was all you wanted, didn't quite matter if he was just using you to get off, him feeling good, whining and trembling under your touch, was all you wanted.
"God, you are beautiful" his words came out fast and in between shaky breaths but they made your eyes widen. He gripped at your hair and you took it as a sign, burying your head slowly in between his legs. "Mnh… Oh, fu—ck…" he relaxed and you closed your eyes, filling your mouth with his soft taste. His hand guided you, pulling your head down as his hips gave unsteady rolls and his grip tightened.
You pressed with your tongue and he said something that got drowned by a small whine, his other hand over yours on his leg. You rubbed his thigh when you felt him tense again as he hit your throat, hand pulling slightly at your hair and his sounds became shorter, way more constant. It was so obvious how he tried to hide them. You gave some quick thrusts and then slow ones, glancing up at him as you pulled almost all the way out, licking his head, trying to recover your breath before pulling him back in, making him tremble, going faster and deeper, grabbing under his thigh and holding it up, bent a little bit.
He was close to screaming now, murmuring how long he had wanted this in between lovely high sounds as he tried to catch his breath and small incoherent words. "Fuck! Fuck! s—motherfucker, god you feel so fucking…" he took your head with both his hands, his hips forcing him inside your throat, he squirmed and whined failing at behaving himself, "look at me, look at me please…" a sound made its way from the very bottom of his stomach and hit the roof of his throat as it flew out, moving his entire body with it as you pulled away.
"You okay?" you felt warm all over, sweaty on your face and somewhat out of breath. He nodded and let out cut-off moans, sounding like an absolute mess and you wished you could see his face once again.
He pulled you up by your face, one hand still gripping him, stroking slowly; you followed his lead "I like your face so much…" he swallowed "I want more… giveme more," you moved one knee to each side of his torso, sitting in between his legs, staring at him, face still trapped in his hands.
You pressed your thumb against his tip and smoothed down, palm wrapping the body of his dick as you worked on the head, your other hand on his thigh. "You like it like this?" he nodded, head falling down, staring at your hand, consecutive small wet moans matched your movements "you like me close like this, don't you?" he hummed in approval and his hands fell to your hips, under your shirt, fingertips burning into your skin "baby…" he whimpered at the name "you are so needy for a superhero"
He fumbled under your shirt, "off… take it off," you tightened your grip on him, going faster, "please, please… pl—ease" you allowed him to slip it off and he took his gloves off to touch you, pulling you closer, trapping his dick in between your stomach and his. You took him again, rubbing his tip with the skin on top of your belly button "ah… mnh, yes, please…"
You rolled your hips faster, getting all your torso wet with his precum, hand moving fast in between the two of you. His hands were strong on your back, they gripped and moved, squeezing your ribcage, then down as he let out desperate little sounds, grabbing at your pants, pulling your hips as he tried follow your ease, coming off sweetly painful to feel him bruise your skin as you saw him try to resist humping your stomach. You started to allow some sounds come off you, the feeling of his agonizing palms pressing your body being just enough.
"Faster, faster, harder," he kept murmuring "please, you are so fucking…" he couldn't finish, the feeling of your skin been too much and he muffed a scream. You were amazed you could do so much with just your hands and half his body dressed, you wondered what sounds would he make if you had him spread under you on your bed. A sweet feeling hit your stomach just thinking about it and you gave it even faster. "'m close… I'm so close, I'm gonna," you smiled, deepening your thrusts.
"Go on, beautiful, make a mess," he did. He whined and pressed you against him and used all his strength to arch his back and pull up his hips, getting your chest all wet, thrusting against you as the come slid down your stomach and hand. He was shaking all over, desperately pulling you down and brushing himself against your stomach, high sounds hit his throat and he couldn't breathe. When his still masked face fell to the crook of your neck his hands had relaxed but his hips were still giving unsteady small thrusts and his chest was heaving. You let him rest, slipping your hand to the side. "Breathe baby,"
"I like you," his voice was muffled against your skin, really weak and almost broken in the best way "I like you a lot, like, a lot lot, fucking…" he pressed what would have been a kiss against your shoulder if the mask had been off.
"I like you too,"
Next time, he fucked you.
It was messy, not really planned. He had knocked on your window and it was a warm night; he was excited, something about a mission going really well, he had so much energy, talking fast and moving around as he told you all about it.
"Uhg, I'm so happy I could kiss you right now!" he took you by the shoulders and you stared up into his visor.
You blinked. "Well then?" you licked your lips fast and wished you could see his face once again.
He stood silent for a while "Oh, but I can't," he swallowed "I want to! but I can't," then his hands moved to your hips and he lifted you up, sitting you on your kitchen counter. "I can do other things," you had never heard his voice like that, it was low, filled with desire.
He was good with his hands, really good. Then he was good with his dick too, holding your thighs up around his torso, talking to you, about how good you were, how he liked it. He wasn't too harsh, it was almost sweet, as sweet as a counter-shag with no kisses could be. You finished before him and he left after making sure you were alright.
"I want you to kiss me"
He had come over almost every night for a week. Sometimes with a small wound, other times with a few beers and a movie. You had fucked him on your bed and on your couch, you had hang out with him, showed him your lego collection and invited him to stay over for the night, though he never wanted to. You got home from work, took a nap, studied, ate something and waited for him, every day for a week. You wanted to wait and have dinner with him, make him something nice. You also wanted him to shower with you after or stay in bed for a while, maybe for him to hold you in his arms or fall asleep beside you. He never did, he came in, waited, got naked for a few hours and then left.
“What?” he asked incredulously with his hands under your shirt, skin to skin, only with his pants on, and his mask of course. Matrix was playing quietly on the screen in front of you but apart from it silence filled the room entirely. You were spread on your couch, one leg on his lap as he traced your body with his hands, he had started at your thighs and was going up, glancing at the movie every now and then when a sequence was really good.
“I want you to kiss me,” you repeated. You were not touching him, resting on your elbows with your head down and your stomach exposed. “I can't keep going like this”
He must have seen something on your face because he moved back just enough “What?” he sounded concerned, really concerned “am I doing something wrong?” You couldn't tell him that he was, you would have, but the way he got his hands off your shirt immediately felt so genuine and after his voice trembled you knew whatever you told him would hurt him “Cause if I am you have to tell me, doing things without consent it's a crime and it's disgusting and I don't want to—do that, to you” he waited for you to say something.
“It's not that,” you did not move, only bit your lip. He waited.
“Tell me” He moved away entirely. “Communication between two people that have sex it´s really important, I´ve read it” He sat back. “You said you wanted me to kiss you?”
“Yeah,” you started sitting too, your legs still resting on his lap.
“Why?” he tilted his head.
You swallowed. “It feels… impersonal,” he just kept looking at you "like, the first few times it was okay but now," it was stupid, you sounded stupid "it feels like you only come here to fuck me," you glanced at him "I know, it's idiotic, I thought I could be mature about it but I guess not,"
"No!" he said, "Absolutely not!" he almost sounded concerned again "That's a feeling you shared and that's really impressive, and helpful because, sex is about communication and like, learning stuff to make it fun because sex has to be fun," sex, its only sex, you thought with a small bitter feeling on your stomach; that's all that’s happening “And to be honest, I think it´s fair to say that you are fucking me and not the other way around,” you looked at him “I like getting fucked, I like the get fucked situation, I don’t want to stop”
“Yeah, no this is nice, I just,” you wanted to kiss him and stroke his hair and bake him breakfast. You didn't know what had gotten onto you, it was an odd feeling and you hated that you couldn't just do what he wanted.
“You want me,” he started “to kiss you”
“Pretty much,”
“But I can't do that, you know that,” he spoke almost childlike “for your own safety,”
He put a hand on your leg and you bit your lip, “What if I couldn't see you?” He tilted his head.
“Oh?” He looked at you for what felt like forever, thinking, then got closer again, slowly, and he took your hands. You let him guide them to the back of his head as you stared into his visor, focusing on what was visible of his eyes under the red. “Okay, take it off when I tell you, only when I tell you” You nodded and he let go of your hands taking his to your face. You took a grip of his mask and he pressed his palms against the side of your eyes, curling his fingers over your eyes, covering them. You couldn't help the smile. “Okay, now”
You pulled up and the mask came off. You felt him sigh as you left the mask in the space between you. Your fingertips traced his skin, he had a strong jawline and small lips. Soft hair was curled around his head and it smelled different than the rest of him. This touch was smooth, he felt like cotton candy.
He laughed a bit “You are tickling me,” his voice was kept low in volume, he sounded somehow different.
“You are beautiful,” you breathed out.
“What?” you felt his brows frown under your hands “are you cheating?”
“No, I can just feel it,” though you already knew he was beautiful even before putting your hands on him.
He hummed and you stroked his cheeks with your thumbs.
You dove into him, your nose pressed against his cheek and the all so sweet, sweet, touch of pink petals around your mouth. It was closed but somehow deep, he was warm in a way that made your ribcage feel too small. He breathed out, a few inches away from you now and you thought he was looking at you. “Wow…” It came out of him on a breath and he stared a bit longer before moving his hands. You pressed your eyes closed when his fingers left them to take a grip of your head, pulling you in, crashing into your lips again. He was almost furious this time but, still as deep and sweet as the first one. When his tongue met your lips you let it in, leaning more, getting closer. You opened your mouth to breathe and he let out a noise, wet with all of you all over him. He kissed you neck next and your eyes remained closed “I like this a lot,” he said against your throat.
“Told you so,” you smiled a bit and he raised up to kiss you, murmuring about liking the way your lips tasted and how good it was and more stuff you couldn't really make out due the incoherence of his words against your lips. It was long after that when he pulled away, his hands exploring the small of your back as you sat closer on the couch and buried your head on the crook of his neck. “ ´m not looking,” you said sleepily.
“I want to do this every day,” he spoke in a way that made him sound lost, like if he was feeling something he had never felt before “I want to do this tonight and tomorrow morning and every time we watch a movie and I want you to do this every time I come over, I want to hang out every day now, I want you to do that every time you see me I want—” he went under your shirt once again, hugging you with his hands skin to skin “fuck, I want, I wish I could live under your skin, I wanna live under your skin inside your chest and be all warm and I, I also want you to keep me like that all the time,”
You breathed a laugh. “I´m not that good of a kisser,” he pulled away fast and grabbed your shoulders and you almost saw his face before closing your eyes and darting your head to the side “Dude, give me a warning, I almost saw you,”
“Can we do this every day?” He had so much energy.
You reached for his face, tasting his jaw with your palm. “Yeah, I mean I wish but, I can't see you.”
“So that's a problem?” you thought about it.
“I guess, long term? Yeah, like, now it's okay but, I dunno, at some point, I don´t know,” you didn't want to think about it. It had been so nice kissing him, it had felt so fucking good, now you only wanted to listen to the end of the movie and fall asleep with him on your couch, think about the future later, live with him now.
“If I let you see me, can we do that every day?” he tightened his grip on your arms.
“What? Kissing?”
“Yeah,” he sounded determined.
You did want to, you had always wanted to, have him every day, have him wake up in your apartment, have him beside you every day. “I guess so, if you want to”
“Open your eyes,” you felt his face closer to you now. You questioned him, slowly, as if you didn't understand “you can see me, open your eyes, come on,”
You did. He smiled when you did. It was a wide, beautiful, boyish smile. You stared at him, his green eyes, the lines on his cheeks. He had two brown freckles on his left cheekbone, one much bigger than the other. He was stunning, beautiful in a way that felt untrue. He apologized and murmured something when he looked away, to his utility belt. He took a pair of glasses from it and shoved them into his face.
“There I am, me,” his mouth moved as he spoke, his lips were kind of bruised in a pinkish shade, “my name is Adrian Chase, now you know me, and now that you know the secret identity of the second-best hero in Evergreen you are gonna be in so much danger so, as this is my fault, I will stay here some nights, if you don't mind, and I will protect you. You will do that thing that you do, the kissing I mean, as a sign of gratitude”
He was so fucking sweet. “Sure,” you said with your hands back at his face, kissing the side of his mouth a few times “that sounds lovely to me”
So, the first time they saw you, he had been staying over for something close to two months. You had seen his apartment and you had kissed him there. You had taken him out for dinner and to movie reruns and he had driven you to the outskirts and you had kissed him as he sat on top of his car, under the stars. You had kissed his forehead when he got hurt on patrol, you kissed his cheek the morning he made you breakfast, you kissed his neck and his jaw and his thighs and his shoulders. You kissed him every day because there was nothing that could compare to the look on his face when you did.
First time they saw you, you kissed the corner of his mouth and you took his red hat off. You had come to pick him up from work, to surprise him. He had kissed you inside the restaurant, it had been small, in a corner, before he walked to the backrooms to change out his work uniform.
#adrian chase x reader#adrian chase x gn!reader#adrian chase x gender neutral reader#adrian chase#vigilante dc#peacemaker#peacemaker fanfiction#gender neutral reader#this was.... def smth..... not the best thing ive written ngl
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My husband has returned from the war
#tvedit#marveledit#marvel#gifs#daredevil#daredevil: born again#mcu#matt murdock#matt murdock x y/n#matt murdock x you#matt murdock x vigilante!reader#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x gender neutral reader#matt murdock x fem!reader#marvel x reader#daredevil x you#daredevil x vigilante!reader#daredevil x oc#daredevil x gender neutral reader#daredevil x y/n#daredevil x female reader#daredevil x reader#mcu phase 5
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I'm so sorry this took an eternity @possessedxparrot I hope you enjoy 😭
Jealousy hcs w/ Vigilante
Oh, Adrian, a man of many words and something of a conundrum if you were being honest
The busboy at fennel fields was always the first to say hi whenever you’d come to visit, and has never passed up the chance to keep the conversation going
You always wondered what drew him to you, after all, it was only a small interaction at the counter that introduced you to him, but you had to admit he was kind of cute, in a weird, dorky way
But if there’s something you should know about the his man, is that his sanity often tiptoes from mildly eccentric to downright maniacal
And when he falls, he falls hard
He’s not going to lie, since he can’t really talk to you that much since he has shitty part-time work to do, so it gets pretty lonely when you aren’t up and chatting to him
He won’t say he’s clingy, but- okay, he is kind of clingy, but don’t call him out on it! After all, he doesn’t want to stop talking to you
Whenever he isn’t, you could catch him with lingering stares that last a little bit longer than normal, something that occurs so often that some other coworker has to snap him out of it
He deny this until hell freezes over, but he can get incredibly jealous when others interact with you in a way that he deems flirtatious
It’s even come to a point where he’s considered taking advantage of his whole vigilante act to keep you from seeing others, he won’t kill anyone innocent, but he’s not above breaking a few legs if they get a little too forward
There’s only two options now, either drown in his dread and not say a damn thing, condemned to dying a little bit inside whenever you’re seen with someone else
Or finally swallow his pride and ask you out head on, completely honest with both you and himself
So, what will it be, Adrian?
#peacemaker vigilante#vigilante#vigilante x reader#adrian chase#my writing#gender neutral reader#possessedxparrot
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life or death
pairing: vigilante!reader x matt murdock
word count: 692
summary: things never seem to go to plan when matt’s involved, and this is one of those times.
a/n: i was inspired by this prompt and this helped me get out of my writer’s block so here it is. enjoy!
main masterlist | ao3
“So… I might have hypothetically ruined all of this.”
“‘Might have.’ Might have?!” You exclaim. “We’re in this mess because of you.”
“You said you were in- life or death.”
“Well, I didn’t mean it quite literally! It’s a common saying that everyone uses!”
The sound of a bullet whizzing only a few inches away from the side of your face causes a yelp to leave your throat. Just an hour ago, Matthew showed up at your doorstep out of nowhere and asked for your help with someone he’s been tracking down for a while now. You said yes. You’ve always been more than happy to help him with whatever he needs help with, but at this very moment, you’re beginning to regret being so willing to dive head first before knowing what you were really up against.
Being outnumbered in a fight isn’t something that surprises you. You’ve had your fair share of fights since beginning vigilante work, but the fight you’ve been putting up with tonight is something completely different. At first, there were only four men in the empty warehouse, and both you and Matt were easily able to take them on.
Then another four came.
And another four.
And then swarms of enemies came rushing in, way more than either you or Matt were expecting. By the time you were able to take someone down, another two or three people would take their place. There were so many surrounding you that eventually you and Matt were forced to retreat to someplace safe until you came up with a better plan.
“When you said this would be something we’ve never seen before, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“What did you have in mind?” Matt asks you, a heavy breath leaving his lips in the process. The fight from moments ago has the same effect as it has had on you.
“I don’t know. No-nothing like this.” You admit as you peer around the corner of a wall in a random room in the warehouse you managed to find refuge for the time being. When your eyes peek around the corner, you find that three men have been able to find you and have begun to continue shooting at you guys once again.
“I told you this would be the biggest fight we’ve ever gone through.”
“‘I told you so.’ Really? I don’t think it’s the best time for ‘I told you so’s.”
Rather than coming up with some witty response, Matt stays quiet, trying to think of some miracle of a plan where the two of you get out of this alive. The odds seem against you at the moment, but it’s nothing that you can’t overcome together.
“Ready for round two?”
“What’s the play?” You ask. The silence that your partner gives you answers your question. “You don’t have a plan, do you?”
Matt’s hand reaches out for yours, silently offering to help you up from your seated position on the floor. You must have used the wall you’re currently hiding behind as a place to rest for a short moment. Your eyes glance at the hand being offered to you and thoughts of doubt pour through your mind, not thoughts of doubt towards Matthew, no, but towards the survivability of all of this. These thoughts don’t stay in your head for long because more gunshots echo in the room once again.
It’s now or never.
So, you take the hand being offered to you and get back up on your feet within seconds. Aches of pain immediately shoot through your body from the fight from tonight when you stand up- you don’t have to reflect on the shooting pain you feel in your leg because of what Matt tells you next.
“Just do as I do and don’t think about it too much.” He tells you as he joins back in the fight, the sounds of bullets ricocheting off the walls stops as grunts of pain now bounce off of the walls.
A sigh leaves your lips before you do the same. You swear, Matt Murdock will be the death of you someday.
#im not great at drabbles so i hope this was okay lol#lmk your thoughts#daredevil#daredevil x reader#daredevil x vigilante!reader#daredevil x gender neutral reader#daredevil x you#matt murdock#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x vigilante!reader#matt murdock x you#daredevil fic#daredevil imagine#matt murdock x gender neutral reader#matt murdock imagine#matt murdock fic
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