Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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The sun was just barely rising when you made your way out of the hospital. Being a nurse was draining, but somewhat fulfilling.
Twelve hour shifts, however, were not.
Your feet were dragging as you made your way through the parking lot towards your car. It was just after 6 am and all you could think about was a hot shower and your cozy bed.
Pulling your keys out of your jacket pocket, you soldiered on until you were about 30 feet away from your ticket to freedom. One whole week of no work, no blood, no puke, no bed pans, no pompous doctors. It was practically heaven.
You reached the driver's side door, unlocking your car. Out of habit, you scanned your surroundings. Everything seemed quiet. Nondescript cars in the parking lot with empty streets and nonthreatening hedges and trees beyond. Except for the plumbing van parked a little ways off.
The lights were off, it looked like no one was home. Normally, it wouldn’t be out of place. Except, you’d seen it parked there every time you’d gotten off work this week.
Your whole body was tense as you raked your eyes over the van. It was probably just your paranoia. You’d been in Evergreen for a whole year and nothing had happened. No one had come looking for you.
But maybe they finally had.
You opened your car door, setting your backpack on the seat. With a shaking hand, you pulled out the sig you kept hidden for just-in-case purposes. You tucked the gun in the waistband of your scrubs while making sure your jacket covered it, before shutting the door.
Taking quick and light steps, you made your way towards the van. The street lights were easy to avoid and the sun was just barely lighting up the sky.
You were about halfway across the street towards the van when something came flying out at you. Instincts kicked in and you were able to duck on its first pass. You were not so lucky on its second.
It felt like you’d been punched in the face as something knocked you to the ground. You gasped as you hit the asphalt and whatever the fuck had hit you started crawling into your mouth. Your hands scratched at the thing as it scratched at the back of your throat. It wasn't making really any progress, but damn was it trying. It hurt like a bitch.
There was loud cursing and banging coming from the van as the back doors flew open. People were piling out, running at you, but you were more focused on the thing in your mouth.
You could hear it shrieking and clicking in frustration as it struggled to claw its way deeper into you. For once, you were grateful for your abilities.
Doubly so once the people made it to where you were laid out, struggling and writhing in the middle of the road.
The thing had crammed itself deep into your mouth but it was still having no luck scratching through your tissue. As quickly as it created gashes, they healed.
“Fucking shoot it!”
“What if we can still-”
“We can’t save her, shoot it, before it kills us!”
You tried to speak, tried to stop them. Unfortunately, you were too slow. A gun was fired point blank into your head.
Pain, pain, and more pain, rattling around in your brain. Then everything went black.
For about 30 seconds before you were gasping for breath again. Filled with renewed adrenaline, rage and shock pulsing through you, you were finally able to get a grip on the creature still in your mouth. With one final yank, you pulled the thing out, gripping it tightly in your fist. It was some freaky looking bug. Just a glance at the thing that was in your mouth a few seconds ago made you gag.
With blood dripping down your chin and into your eyes, you stood. Your hand reached behind you for your gun. Your breathing was shaky as you pointed the gun at the three people before you whose jaws were all on the floor. A normal looking man, a shorter woman, and a very tall man. Thanks to the blood though, you couldn’t make out too much else.
“Someone,” your voice was scratchy. You cleared your throat. “Someone tell me what the fuck is going on.”
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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“What the fuck?!” The woman in the middle exclaimed.
You laughed, a raspy, humourless sound. “So you can speak.”
With the hand that still held the shrieking bug thing, you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket. It helped a bit.
“Anyone want to explain why I’m now stuck with a bullet somewhere it doesn't belong? Hmm?” You finally got a good look at the trio. The woman was indeed short, with shoulder length blond hair and dressed in all black. To her right was the tall man dressed in baggy clothes with glasses and a thick beard. On her left was an absolutely jacked man, wearing a god awful costume you recognized as belonging to Peacemaker. All three held guns.
“Oh, and what the fuck is this?” You shook the bug, causing it to scream louder.
The man on the left opened his mouth as if to speak, but he was interrupted by sirens in the distance. All of your eyes snapped to look down the street.
“Shit,” the blonde said. “Get in the van, let’s go.”
All three turned and started to move.
“Fuck that, you shot me in the head I’m not going anywhere with you!” Your feet stayed planted in the middle of the street.
“Yeah, and you’re still breathing,” she turned back to you as the men piled in the van. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that’s not something you want to tell the cops?”
Fuck, she got you there. “Fine, but if any of you shoot me again, I’ll rip your throats out.”
You kept your gun out as you followed them. The inside of the van was full of surveillance equipment. It was deathly silent as the large man got into the driver's seat and took off.
The ride to wherever the hell they were taking you to was so awkward. The silence gave you an opportunity to study the bug thing. It was hideous. The colors were pretty, but still it was disgusting. And it was in your mouth. Gross.
You watched it curiously as it twisted and tried to free itself. Until its mouth opened, revealing teeny tiny needle like teeth that hurt almost as bad as the bullet to your head when it clamped them onto the junction between your hand and thumb.
“Fuck!” Acting out of pure instinct, you shot it. And your hand, but most importantly, you shot it. A bullet the size of the thing's head at this close of a range basically made it explode. It also damn near took off your pointer finger.
“What the fuck!” The van was no longer deathly silent as curses and expletives erupted from the other three occupants.
You shook out your hand, trying to get the bug guts off. Thankfully, the pain was already starting to fade. However, now you had to deal with a severed finger that was only hanging on by a shred of skin and muscle. It would fix itself soon enough, but for the minute or so that you had to wait for the tissue to knit itself back together, you had to deal with your least favorite feeling: cold bones.
You shivered.
It was only when your finger had healed enough to not flop all over the place that you looked up. The woman and the man in the stupid suit, the Peacemaker, were staring at you with horrified looks.
“What the fuck was that?” Peacemaker finally asked.
You shrugged. “It bit me.”
“Oh sure,” he nodded. “The butterfly bit you so, naturally, you shot your fucking finger off.”
“It’s fine now,” you wiggled your finger at him. “And that thing was a butterfly? I don’t think Darwin saw that coming.”
What the fuck would make a butterfly evolve to try to eat people? And starting at the mouth?
“No,” the woman rubbed her forehead while Peacemaker looked confused. “It wasn’t really a butterfly. It was an alien. They get into people's brains, kill them, and then pilot the body around.”
“What the actual fuck,” your eyes were wide. You kept waiting for her to say ‘sike, you’ve been punked’ but she didn’t.
“Huh,” you sat back, your free, freshly whole hand came up to your throat. “So that’s what it was trying to do to me. Freaky.”
“Yeah, except for some reason, that didn’t kill you, and neither did a bullet to the brain,” her eyes narrowed. “Care to explain that one to me?”
You hesitated, eyes scanning the space around you. You were about to deflect her question until your eyes landed on one of the monitors on the wall. Whatever feed had been playing was off now, but in its place was a screen saver that made your blood run cold.
ARGUS.
Your heart was pounding out of your chest. It was like you were stuck in fight or flight but kept wobbling back and forth between them. Your eyes flew back to the woman, who was staring at you, waiting for your answer.
After a soul shattering moment of silence, your body seemed to make up it’s mind.
“Fuck this,” you stated, standing an lunging for the doors to the back of the van as the tall man announced, “we’re here.”
You managed to get the doors open, only to come face to face with even more people. A man in a black, teal, and white suit with a red visor and a black woman with wide eyes and a tie dye sweater.
You paused for a second and that second was enough.
The eyes under the visor flicked from your face, covered in blood, to the gun in your hand. You probably looked insane and that was probably why he shot you square in the chest.
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“Mother fucker,” you gasped out as you laid on the floor of the van. Your hand shook as you reached two fingers into your newest bullet hole. There was already one bullet from today in you that you couldn’t remove and you were not about to leave another one inside you.
“What the fuck is going on?!”
“Oh that is so gross!”
“Dude, I’m gonna puke.”
You ignored the commentary as you finally got a grip on the bullet that was stuck in your sternum. All it took was one good yank and the bullet was out. With a deep breath, you sat up.
“Are you guys done shooting me yet?” You glared at the people before you.
It was the two newcomers turn to be shell shocked. You didn’t have much time to watch them try to figure out what was going on, as Peacemaker was grabbing your arm and dragging you up and out the van.
“Everyone inside. Now,” the blond woman ordered, and everyone moved ahead to the building.
You’d gotten over the shock of being shot and were back to your panic. These people worked for ARGUS. You needed to get away. Fast. But you’d lost your gun when the fucker in the mask had shot you.
“Hey, hey, wait, wait, wait” you tried to dig your heels into the ground, but Peacemaker continued to drag you towards the dilapidated building before you. “No, no please. Let me go, I won’t say anything to anyone!”
Everyone ignored you. Time for Plan B. You went totally limp in his grip, slumping to the concrete below.
“Oh, come on,” Peacemaker stopped. “Now is not the time for a temper tantrum.”
His annoyance gave you just enough time to yank the gun out of the holster at his waist. You pressed the barrel against his side.
“Let me walk away,” it was hard to sound intimidating when you were scared shitless. All the running and the hiding and the pain you’d been through would be pointless if they got you inside that building. “I’m not going back. Even if you do take me back, I bet I can take out at least 3 of you before I go down.”
“What the actual fuck are you talking about?” Peacemaker looked at you like he thought you were crazy.
“Nice try,” you pressed the barrel harder into him. He still hadn’t let go of your other arm, though. “You work for ARGUS. No way in hell am I letting them send me back to that torture dungeon they call a lab.”
“Dude we’re here to kill aliens.”
“Huh? But you were watching-”
“Peacemaker!” the blond woman stuck her head out the door. She drew her gun when she saw you. “Shit! Put it down!”
“We thought there were butterflies working in the hospital, infecting sick people,” the woman crept closer as the masked man who had shot you followed her out of the building, gun raised. “That’s why we were at the hospital. I have no idea who you are.”
“Oh,” you let the gun drop slightly as you realized you really were just paranoid. Unluckily for you, Peacemaker took the chance to disarm you. He slung you over his shoulder as he continued towards the building.
“Nice, bro!” the guy in the mask exclaimed, bounding into the building after you.
“Please let me go,” your only option now was to beg. Odds are it wouldn’t work, but you were desperate. Even if they weren’t after you, they still worked for ARGUS and would figure out you were an escaped lab rat soon enough. They’d probably be required to return you. You were so fucked.
The door slamming behind you felt so symbolic. The door to your freedom shutting and locking.
You were deposited in a chair against the wall, your hands tied behind your back as you looked around. There were a few desks, some sad looking plants, a bookcase, file boxes, and a piano. Seated and standing in front of you were the five people you’d already met.
Peacemaker, the tall guy, the blond woman, the woman in the tie dye, and the guy in the mask. Another man was walking out from a side door. He seemed to be the leader, based on the way everyone looked up and waited for him.
You knew him. He was the one who’d kidnapped you the first time.
You spat at him as he approached. This evil bastard had condemned you to torture and suffering for literal years.
“Y/n, right?” He seemed almost cautious as he approached you.
“Clemson Murn,” your lips curled into a snarl and you tugged at your bindings. “Come closer, I’d love to claw your eyes out.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Blondie was looking between the two of you. Slowly, you started working on dislocating your thumbs.
“This is Y/n L/n,” Murn turned away from you. “A former ARGUS… asset.”
“Asset?” You barked out a laugh. “They kept me in a cage and experimented on me for years because of this cunt.”
Murn flinched. That caught you a little off guard. Did he actually feel something?
“What?” Tie dye woman spoke up. “No, no ARGUS wouldn’t do that.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” your first thumb popped out of its socket and you were finally able to slide the ropes off one hand. Your second hand came out much smoother. You kept your hands behind your back for the meantime, though. “I’m not exactly normal.”
Your gaze met Murn’s. “Tell them about how you kidnapped me when I was 14.”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/n cannot be killed. Her body heals faster than anything can do damage to it. She can even regrow limbs.”
“Yeah, and thanks to you, mother fucker, I’m on my second right foot.”
Shock was blatant on everyone’s faces as they stared at you.
“If you’re going to hand me back to ARGUS, can I at least pick my last meal?”
Murn snapped around before you could even finish speaking. “You’re not going back to ARGUS. Not while I’m alive to stop that.”
Your eyes narrowed. “Forgive me for not believing that.”
“Adebayo, untie her,” Tie dye woman moved towards you.
“A little late for that,” you pulled your hands in front of you, jamming your thumb back into the socket. “I’m leaving now.”
Murn caught your arm as you stood to leave. “Stay, I can protect you.”
“Why the fuck would I want your protection? And why the fuck would I ever trust you?”
“I’ll kill him if he tries anything,” the man in the mask spoke up, raising his hand. “Kidnapping is illegal.”
“Me too,” Peacemaker piped up.
You were so confused. “Why would you help me? You don’t know me.”
“No,” Peacemaker stepped forward. “We don’t, but we help people.”
“Plus,” the tall man spoke up. “These idiots tend to bleed a lot, and you work at the hospital, so you could probably help patch us up.”
This was such a bad idea. You really should say no, but morbid curiosity was getting the better of you. Plus, if you stayed, you might actually be able to get revenge. You could tear Murn apart, piece by piece, like they did to you.
“Fine.”
Chapter 4
Notes:
please forgive me I haven't written anything in like two years and I'm going completely off the dome but Jesus Christ I need to know vigilante biblically
we'll get to that point eventually I swear
xoxo
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You sat silently, watching as Economos typed on his computer. You’d learned everyone’s name pretty quickly after you agreed to stay.
After hearing only part of your Tragic Backstory, everyone was alternating between being overly friendly, offering you coffee every other minute, and walking on eggshells, pretending you weren’t there.. Everyone except for Murn, who was watching you through the window between his office and the main room, and Vigilante (“Sorry I shot you. If we're cool, though, you can call me Adrian!” he had said), who was staring at you from maybe 5 feet away.
He’s taken off his mask once you had been confirmed as a new official team member. You were pleasantly surprised to see that the man who had shot you in the chest only an hour ago was pretty easy on the eyes. He had curly hair and green eyes that were hidden behind classic pedo glasses that he managed to make work for him.
There really wasn’t anything for you to do but sit, and Adebayo and Harcourt had gone to fetch your car. It was barely 9 am, and the exhaustion from a 12 hour shift followed by multiple gunshot wounds was starting to get to you. As soon as they came back with your car, you were making a beeline for your shitty little apartment.
But for now, you sat there, staring and being stared at. You flicked your eyes over to Adrian. You had expected him to look away quickly, to pretend he wasn’t burning a hole in the side of your head. Instead, he seemed to double down and hold eye contact.
“Yes?” You’d barely finished the one word before words came spilling out of his mouth.
“Are you really unkillable? Did Economos actually shoot you in the head? Can I do that? I want to see what happens. Oh, and you can regrow limbs? That’s so cool! If I cut your head off, will you grow a new body or will you grow a new head? Oh, wait, if I cut you in half vertically, will there then be two of you?” He was practically bouncing in his seat, leaning forward as his eyes darted all over you. For some reason, you suddenly felt self conscious. You were still in your work scrubs, but now they were covered in your blood and there was a bullet hole in your top.
“Dude,” Peacemaker -Chris- walked over. It felt weird to call him something as normal as ‘Chris’ when he was wearing such a ridiculous outfit. “It’s so rude to ask someone if you can shoot them in the head.”
“Shit, sorry,” he leaned back but his eyes never left you. “I’m not good with people.”
“Uh-huh,” you looked from him to Chris, who was sitting down on the other side of the table. “No you can’t shoot me in the head. That shit hurts and now, thanks to Economos, I’ve got a bullet stuck in there forever.”
“I already said I was sorry,” Economos grumbled as he kept typing.
“‘I’m sorry’ isn’t enough. You shot me. In the brain. So not cool,” you turned back to Adrian. “And I have no idea what happens if you decapitate me. And I don’t want to find out.”
He sighed. “Ok, ok. I guess friends don’t shoot friends.”
You snorted. These people were starting to grow on you already. Like some sort of super fungus.
“Although Peacemaker did stab me once so I guess friends stab friends but maybe shooting is too far-”
“Dude, shut up,” Chris whacked him with the nearest folder. “Inside thoughts.”
Adrian mimed zipping his lips just as the door opened. Adebayo and Harcourt strode in, the latter tossing you your car keys.
“You’re good to go,” Harcourt plopped down into the nearest chair. “Keep your phone on, you’re working with us now, you need to be reachable at all times. You’ll be coming with us on every mission just in case there’s any accidents.”
“You can call,” you stood making your way towards the door. “I’ll be dead to the world for the next 10 or so hours.”
“Then I suggest you turn your ringer on high,” as you turned back to face her, her arms were crossed and her features were pinched into a scowl.
“Yeah no. You shot me and kidnapped me,” your eyebrow raised. “And you still haven’t given me back my gun. So I’m going to get my beauty sleep.”
She rose out of her chair, stalking towards you. “Unless you want me to call Amanda fucking Waller, you’ll keep your damn phone on.”
Your face dropped as she stared you down. You really should have known these people would force you. Naivety really wasn’t something you could afford. “You fucking bitch.”
Murn was still watching through the window, but he didn’t say anything. In fact, everyone kept their mouths shut. It was clear though, that the others were uncomfortable. Economos kept his eyes glued to his computer, Adebayo’s shoes were suddenly very interesting, Chris stared at Harcourt, and Adrian’s eyes darted between you and Harcourt.
“That’s really-”
“Shut the fuck up, Vigilante,” Harcourt stepped forward until she was within a foot of you. “I don’t really give a shit about what you think. You accepted the offer to join us, so you’ll act like every other member of this team and be reachable at all times.”
Every bone in your body itched with the need to knock out her pretty little teeth.
Murn finally intervened, stepping out of his office. “Harcourt-”
She was distracted enough for you to dart your hand out, jamming the space between your thumb and forefinger into her throat. In the second she was gasping for air, you gripped her shoulders, bringing her down enough that you could slam your knee into her stomach and then push her away.
“Oh!” Adebayo jumped away as Chris and Adrian sprang into action. Chris grabbed Harcourt as she tried to lunge at you while Adrian dragged your arms behind your back.
“Try threatening me again, you cunt!” You struggled hard against the tight grip he had on your arms. You really hadn’t thought this through, there was no way you could win against her, but you desperately wanted to draw some blood.
“Cat fight!” Adrian was laughing behind you while you twisted and writhed.
“Enough!” Murn stepped between you. “Harcourt, go cool down.”
She looked ready to say something, but the look he fixed her with was stern. She stopped fighting Chris. Harcourt yanked her arms free, dusting off her jacket before storming farther into the building.
With her gone, you stopped struggling and Adrian slowly released your arms.
“Y/n, I meant it,” Murn turned back to you. “I won’t turn you over to ARGUS, and if you help us, I’ll help you disappear after our job here is done.”
You stayed silent, scanning over his face. He looked almost desperate for you to agree, like he was begging you to let him help you. For a moment, the idea that he wasn’t evil through and through crossed your mind. No. No way. He was the scum of the earth. No feelings, no regrets, no mercy.
But still, something about him gave you pause. Maybe Murn would help you.
Even if he did, you’d still probably kill him. It was the least he deserved.
“I’m leaving,” you pushed past Adrian, heading for the door once again.
Murn caught your arm. You were ready to turn around swinging, but in his hand was your gun.
“Here,” he held it out to you, handle first. “I’m serious, please stick with us.”
You looked from him to the gun. Without a word, you took it.
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The water was quickly turning from steaming hot to freezing cold as you sat on the floor of your shower. Shit had gone from bad to worse way too quickly today. And it was only 10 am.
You couldn’t help the tears slipping from your eyes. You imagined you could see them, slipping down your cheeks, mixing and diluting in the water as it swirled down the drain, the same way your blood had when you first stepped into the shower.
What you should be doing is packing and running. But what if Harcourt actually went through with her threat? Is it really worth sticking around to see if Murn made good on his promise? Harcourt may be a raging bitch, but you knew you couldn’t trust Murn. But the way he looked at you, like he was truly sorry…
This was all too much for your lead filled, exhausted brain.
Things were supposed to be simple in Evergreen. You were just supposed to be a nurse. Some random face changing bandages and the occasional bed pan, blending into the background. The worst parts of your life should have been over. Instead, every bad thought and nightmare was appearing from the shadows.
What if there were ARGUS agents just waiting for you to fall asleep so they could grab you and take you back? You’d be back to being a guinea pig. Poked and prodded and stabbed and shot and electrocuted and-
“Shit!” A crash and a shout from your living room had you jumping into action.You’d brought your gun with you into the bathroom, thankfully. With shaking hands, you stepped out of the water to throw on your robe. No way in hell were you getting kidnapped naked.
Slowly, you pulled the door open, creeping into the hallway with your gun raised. You turned the corner into the living room and nearly jumped a foot into the air.
“Woah!” Adrian stood in the middle of the room, his hands raised and mask on.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you lowered your weapon slightly, but didn’t drop it. “Did you follow me home?”
“Yes,” he replied cheerfully, tugging his mask off and not saying anything else.
A beat passed before you asked again. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, you seemed upset, and I’ve only just met her but Harcourt can be a real bitch and I thought it was really shitty that she threatened to give you back to ARGUS but I also wanted to make sure you weren't a criminal who escaped because if you were then I’d have to kill you but you’re unkillable so maybe just maim-”
“The short version?” A smile nearly tugged at your lips. You were starting to like him.
“Are you a criminal?”
“No.”
“Ok then, I’m here to see if you’re ok and tell you that ARGUS abducting you is illegal so I’ll kill anyone who tries,” he fished his glasses out of his pocket. Once he had them on, his eyes raked over you, from your wet hair to your exposed legs.
“That’s a nice offer, but why do you care?” You finally lowered your gun fully, leaning against the wall.
“I enjoy killing criminals,” he shrugged, tearing his eyes away from you to look over your apartment.
“Ok, sure,” you sighed, stepping into the room and towards your tiny kitchen. “But why the interest in protecting me?”
He trailed after you, watching as you set the gun on the counter and filled a glass with tap water. “I don’t know, you’re pretty, and you’re a nurse, and if you stay you’ll most definitely have to patch me up at some point and it really pays to be nice to people you want to help you.”
“Uh-huh,” you leaned your hip on the counter and turned to face him. Now in the security of your apartment, without the tension of everyone else, you allowed yourself to study him. Yes, he was handsome and you’d realized that pretty quickly, but there was more to him than just that. His eyes sparkled in a way that you did not expect from someone who would tell a stranger he enjoyed killing people.
His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were bouncing around your body. He was studying you as much as you were studying him. Although, he might have been doing more ogling than studying, given that you’d been so focused on him you’d forgotten about the robe you were wearing. That very robe that was slipping down your shoulder, gradually revealing more and more of your breast, which his eyes were locked onto.
When you finally did notice, you yanked it back into place, flushing bright red. Adrian seemed to snap out of the tit induced trance, his eyes jumping back to your face.
He cleared his throat, mouth opening like he was about to speak, but he seemed to flounder.
A beat passed before you finally spoke.
“I need to go to bed,” despite your words you didn’t move. He looked damn good in that suit of his.
“Yeah, yeah totally,” you watched his throat bob. “Getting shot is exhausting.”
“Very much so,” you finally set the glass down.
“What does it feel like?” His eyes were bright and sparkling as they focused on your forehead.
“Getting shot?”
“Yeah, well no, I know what just generally getting shot feels like,” Adrian stepped closer until he was a foot away. “Getting shot in the head.”
“Oh,” you looked away, reaching one hand up to rub the spot where there had been a fatal wound just hours ago. “It was fine at first. Kind of like I got thumped and then I passed out.” You swallowed hard, looking away from him. “And then it hurt. Like the worst migraine imaginable all at once for about 30 seconds and then it healed and the pain was gone.”
His eyes were flicking over your face.
“Cool,” he broke out into a wide smile. Upon seeing how totally not cool you thought it was glass across your face, he backpedaled hard. “I mean not cool about the pain like that’s super not cool but like cool that you survived and all and that they pain went away pretty quickly-”
You put a hand on his chest and he froze. “It’s ok. But I do need to go to sleep,”
“Ok, ok yeah,” he was still staring at you.
It was impossible not to smile when you looked at him. Very slowly, you pulled your hand away, navigating through your kitchen back to the hallway.
You paused before you disappeared from his line of sight. “Adrian?”
“Yeah?” His eyes were locked on you.
“Thanks for checking in on me, even if you were ready to kill me if I was a criminal.”
“No problem,” he breathed out as you left him in your kitchen. If he could break in, he could break out.
Notes:
so sorry I disappeared
if I'm honest, I wrote the first 4 chapters while wine drunk and then hit a wall for like a week or two or however long I went between these updates. I'm trying to be regular because I love making up my own fan fiction stories in my head but tbh I am much more of a receiver than a giver when it comes to fan fiction
ps the soundtrack to this whole series so far has been Jeris Johnsons entire discography plus Holy Smokes by Bohnes and I'm Right here by Young spirit if you need something to listen to
xoxo mwah mwah
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