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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

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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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mothonfire · 2 years

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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.

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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HC: A Night Off with Adrian & Chris

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It’s a well known fact that both you and Chris smoke weed. Neither of you have gotten Adrian to smoke yet, but he’s slowly becoming more open to idea.

One thing that has really help change his mind is seeing how relaxed you both are after smoking. He knows you both definitely need it.

Plus you both are absolutely hilarious when you’re high.

Hanging out at Chris’ trailer becomes a regular thing for the three of you on your nights off.

Afterward, you and Adrian always would share an Uber to your place, where you’d be dropped off, then he would continue on home.

Except for one night.

That night, the topic came around to conspiracy theories.

You and Chris got into a friendly competition to see who knew the scariest conspiracy theory.

It went on for hours. Getting wasted with his two best friends was always great, but Adrian really had a ball listening to you two do dramatic retellings of every conspiracy theory under the sun.

Then it came around to Mandala Effects, theories on living in a computer simulation and real life glitches in The Matrix.

The contest ended when both you and Chris went into high, paranoid freak-outs at roughly the same time.

Poor, drunk Adrian had to try to calm you both down.

He had varying levels of success.

There may have been lots of promises made to the both of you that he’d never let anything bad happen to either one of you.

Chris ended up so paranoid that he didn’t want to be alone that night.

The three of you ended up sharing Chris’ small bed, hiding under the blankets in a cuddle pile.

Adrian was the middle spoon.

It was the greatest night of his life.

By the time Adrian woke up the next morning, Chris was already out of bed. But you were wrapped in his arms, burrowed against him under the covers.

You had been his little spoon the night before and still were.

Adrian laid there enjoying how you smelled and the feeling of your body next to his…until he realized his morning erection was pressed directly against your ass.

He quickly, but quietly, got out of bed, just happy that he had woken up before you.

He hadn’t.

He thought he had saved himself some embarrassment.

He hadn’t actually saved himself from anything.

In fact, you had just about worked up the nerve to finally make a move on Adrian when he got up.

Oh well. Christopher Smith’s bed probably wasn’t the ideal place to tell him your feelings anyway.

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mlm-writer · 2 years

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5 Times Adrian Made You Feel Things + 1 Time You Let Him Feel You (Adrian Chase x A-spec!Reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase (Peacemaker ver.) x A-spec Gender Neutral Reader For the pride prompt: Demisexual reader thought they were asexual, but after a year or two with their current partner, there are new feelings bubbling and now it looks like they have to come out a second time. Rating: Mature for sex talk with a bro, inexplicit masturbation and implied sex Words: 1977 POV: Second Summary: You identify as asexual, but your sexuality comes under revision when your boyfriend is starting to make you feel things. Notes: Happy Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. I was away for a little, but I am back to posting! Also happy return of my OC Daylen (for those that have been reading my works for some time) Tags: Adrian’s neck is your sexual awakening, I mean don’t you just wanna bite it?, in this household we call Adrian ‘babygirl’ because he really is, domestic fluff, Adrian being considerate boyfriend and emotionally incompetent, established relationship, non-explicit masturbation, making out and 5+1 things

— 1 —

It was a normal summer’s day. The sun was hot as balls and taping bags of store-bought ice cubes to fans was not going to cut it. You were still in a tank-top, when Adrian abruptly stood up to pull his shirt over his head. His glistening body was right next to you. Your eyes fixated on a drop of sweat that rolled down his bruised skin and the urge to lick it off him passed your mind.

You frowned, confused by your own thoughts. You had seen him sweaty so often, naked even more and it never seemed to do anything to you. “Hey you’re ok with me being shirtless, right?” Adrian inquired, his shirt clutched in his hand. You joked about seeing him naked all the time and though you were asexual, you could appreciate the view. He basked in your attention and sank back into the couch, arms stretched out to give you the full view. “Well, you have the right to stare,” he proclaimed, before training his eyes back on the TV.

You stared for a little longer, thought about running your tongue between his abs, then shook your head and focused back on the screen before you. Those thoughts would have to wait.

— 2 —

You thought about licking him more often. You decided to test it out. Adrian had you in his lap, while you were making out like you often would, but this time you had an itch to scratch. Adrian whined as your lips left his, but he didn’t try to change the situation, when he felt your lips going along his jawline to his neck. “Please continue,” he mused as he tilted his head to the side, giving you full access to the gorgeous expanse of his neck.

You kissed the skin first, revelling in his approving hums. Then you finally satisfied this curiosity of yours and ran the flat of your tongue along the bundle of muscles on the left front side of his neck. “Oh god,” Adrian breathed out as you kissed the wet trail back down to the base of his neck, only to lick that same line again. “Stop, please,” he whined in a way that did not mean ‘stop’. However, you pulled back anyway.

“What’s wrong?” You sat up, giving him a little space. Adrian’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. He looked red like a tomato, while diverting his eyes from yours. He was gorgeous like this. You wanted to make him red like this more often. “Babygirl?”

He melted under the nickname you rarely used. It always helped him to get out of his head. “Sorry… It’s just that if you kept doing that, I was gonna get really hard and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. So maybe less licking to make sure junior doesn’t get unnecessarily excited?” You agreed, but a voice inside your head told you that you wanted to lick him even more now. Sex with Adrian never crossed your mind, but right now, you were totally down for licking his neck and jerking him off. He would look so pretty, all red-faced and… “Are you upset?”

You realised you zoned out for a moment and you were glad Adrian had no mind-reading powers. “No, just got distracted,” you lied, “we should really gotta continue that show we started last night.” Your distraction ploy was very effective. Adrian did not press at all and you spent the rest of the evening blissfully cuddled up.

— 3 —

Adrian was a sweetheart, but his considerate behaviour was starting to get on your nerves. You would be cuddling and you’d initiate some kissing that always led to making out and then just as you feel a part of you being satisfied with the closeness, your boyfriend would stop you so he ‘would not get hard’. You told him you did not mind, but he was insistent on stopping every time.

You found out it frustrated him as much as it frustrated you, when you woke up alone in the middle of the night. Cold air assaulted your body, where normally a warm boyfriend would be. You kept your eyes closed, waiting for the heat to return on its own, but several minutes passed and you started to turn into a popsicle. In the end, you climbed out of bed to check up on your boyfriend. You found the bathroom door ajar, light peeking through into the hallway. You frowned and stepped closer. When you peeked through, you spotted Adrian sitting on the floor, his back towards you.

You were enthralled by the soft sounds that echoed off the tiled walls. He was obviously biting his lips to stifle his moans. Your eyes locked on the movement of his hand and hips. You could not get the full view, but you got the idea pretty well, especially when he whispered your name with pure need wrapped around each syllable.

You felt like you were intruding, so with all the willpower in your body, you quietly stepped away from the bathroom door. The treacherous floorboards creaked under your feet and you mentally cursed, before making a dash for the bedroom and hoping Adrian did not hear you. He seemed to not have, as it took him some time to return to bed and snuggle up to your seemingly sleeping body. You had a really good dream later.

— 4 —

Adrian had definitely heard you; you could tell by the way he was showering you in affection and validating your asexuality. It was sweet, but also really unnecessary. However, you did not have the guts to tell him this. At first you thought it was better to just not address the elephant in the room, but it had been weeks and Adrian didn’t stop overcompensating. Adrian was hugging you from behind, watching you stir the store-bought soup. “You’re the best,” he cooed and it was the last straw.

“Adrian, we bought this from the grocery store down the street. You are not lucky to have someone with my cooking skills,” you tried to say patiently, but the annoyance was even audible to your own ears. Adrian tried to disagree, so you stopped stirring for a little while to turn around and face him. “I don’t know what has gotten into you the past weeks,” you lied, “but you really gotta stop worshipping the floor I walk on. It’s sweet, but I’d like us to be equals in this relationship.”

It took a second for Adrian to let it sink in. “Oh so you don’t know?” He spoke slowly, body deflating. You shook your head, lying again, but one lie always led to another. “Oh… well, I uh… felt bad about something that I have done and… I’d rather not talk about it.” You reached out for him. He placed his hand in yours and you gently squeezed it.

You turned back to the soup, but kept one hand occupied with holding your boyfriend’s hand. It was nice to have this kind of intimacy. “Whatever it is, I am sure I don’t mind it. You have the habit of feeling bad about things like even thinking that someone other than me is attractive. You’re allowed to have thoughts and feel things. What matters is the choices you make.”

Adrian took the spoon from you to take over stirring. You watched as his fingers glided over yours and then wrapped around the wooden spoon. You swallowed thickly, knowing what else those fingers have been wrapping themselves around recently. Adrian said something, but you were too occupied with placing the burning feeling inside of you with a recognisable emotion. You didn’t find one that day.

— 5 —

Things went back to normal. As far as putting a sudden stop to making out could be considered normal. Sometimes you woke up in the middle of the night, alone, and you had to fight your own body to stay in bed. You felt a little weird around Adrian, but you blamed it on not always sleeping the entire night through.

You and Adrian were helping an old friend of yours move. Your boyfriend was grunting every time he lifted a heavy box or put one down. Sometimes those sounds were very similar to what you could hear coming from the bathroom at 2am from time to time. Those sounds definitely had crossed your mind the last time you had a little ‘me-time’. Whatever that meant, you vowed to find out later.

You loaded the last box in the moving van and turned to look at your boyfriend a few metres away. He had his head thrown back, sweat dripping off his forehead and Adam's apple bobbing, as he drank water from a bottle. When he was done and turned his head towards you, you realised you had been staring. He smiled innocently at you. “I thought you were asexual.”

You jumped as your friend suddenly stood next to you. “Jesus, Daylen, way to sneak up on me!” You huffed, but only got a cheeky grin from your friend back. “And I am. I can appreciate my boyfriend’s beauty without wanting to climb his dick.”

Daylen chuckled and handed you a bottle of water. “I know, but I’ve known your aura for years. You definitely want to ‘climb his dick’, trust me. Also, he’ll let you if you ask.” You rolled your eyes at him and his aura crap. Sure he was always right about when you were stressed or sad or happy or angry, but sexual attraction? It just was not possible.

You hit Daylen’s arm when Adrian jogged up to you two, just to make sure he was shutting his big mouth. “I think we’re done,” your man announced with a bright smile and his glasses askew. Daylen reached out and straightened the glasses for him. You narrowed your eyes at him in a brief moment of possessiveness.

“Yes, thanks guys,” your friend replied. When he removed his hands from your boyfriend, he looked over at you with a knowing grin. The fucker was messing with you again.

— +1 —

You could not stop thinking about what Daylen said to you. He was never wrong when it came to your feelings. Sure he was wrong about many things, but never about how you or anyone else felt. He claimed it to be ‘auras’ he could see, but he might as well be an overly sensitive empath. “You okay?”

You looked up to see Adrian joining you at the kitchen table. You now noticed that the tea you had made earlier was already cold, no longer warming your fingers wrapped around the mug. Had you been sitting here that long? “Yeah, just been thinking about stuff,” you replied. Adrian nodded and waited for you to continue. “I think… I want to climb your dick.” Adrian’s eyes became big as saucers. He looked more shocked than when he found out you knew he was Vigilante. “I mean… I think I am sexually attracted to you.”

“Since when?” You shrugged. Adrian took another moment to let it sink in. You waited for him. “So… what now?” You shrugged again.

“I don’t know… have sex?” “Ok.”

You were baffled. Fucking hell, Daylen was right again. You asked and Adrian was grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. You made out on the bed, lost your clothes somewhere along the way. For once Adrian did not stop you as you attacked his beautiful neck. He was right, he really did get hard if you licked, sucked and bit the skin there until he was marked as yours only. You had your hand on him. He had his hand on you. And the rest turned out to be history.

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apocalypse-shuffle · 2 years

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ADRIAN CHASE | VIGILANTE (peacemaker)

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“Interesting” (Adrian Chase x Gn!Reader)

| Vigilante begs you to team up after seeing you fight once. He stalks you and then refuses to stop bothering you for the rest of one night, so you decide to take him along on a mission. It’s better than the alternative at least.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| NSFW, (TW: no sex or sexual hints, canon typical violence and language. Race issues and police brutality discussed some throughout.) - v/n = vigilante name; I just left that up to y’all

| 3k+ words

“Fine, how about this. If you help me out for the rest of the night maybe I’ll consider actually teaming up.” He fist pumps the air and you roll your eyes. “But no more of that black people image stuff either. Stop that shit.”

“Ohhhh. I didn’t mean it like that. I think you’re awesome as fuck, it’s just also good for my image if people see me with you and stuff. I just don’t hang around a lot of black people so I didn’t know how it could come off.”

You nod. Slowly.

“I hope you don’t wonder why.”

Your answer, for whatever reason, makes him crack the hell up. The man quite literally bends over to slap his knee.

You purse your lips with a nod. Okaaaay. Clearly this was going to be a long rest of your night.

You sigh, “Vigilante?”

He straightens up and cocks his head, you get the distinct impression that he’s smiling at you.

“What’s up?”

“The next time you feel like stalking me I will stab your ass.”

“But…what if I shoot you on reflex right before you stab me?”

“That-“ you shake your head and blow out air from you nose. “Alright, fair enough, but stop stalking me.”

Vigilante stands straighter and holds up his right hand. “I won’t stalk you outside of uniform…anymore.”

You stare at him.

“You’ve stalked my civilian identity?”

He laughs, it squeaks out of him.

“Of course noooot. Heh, that would be crazy. It’s not like you go into an alleyway in costume and then leave in civilian clothes out of the same exact alleyway all the time. Which you should probably work on by the way. But nope I’ve totally only trailed you in uniform.”

He nods resolutely as he finishes. His left hand’s also behind his back.

Your lip twitches into a scowl.

“Somehow I don’t believe you, but I refuse to touch that right now,” you turn on your heel and start climbing the fire escape to the roof. “Just don’t get in my way.”

You hear him climbing after you, “Alrighty!”

In your head you start shuffling things around. Vigilante, or anyone else, was not a part of your plan tonight. You worked alone, mostly diffusing couples disputes and small crimes here and there. Mainly what you focused on was fucking with the police officers that came to your side of town looking for something to piss them off. It made you extremely unpopular with them, but that fact made your day regularly. Better you had their attention than some unlucky black kids.

That was your main problem with Vigilante. He might not have realized until recently, but the stuff he killed people for did look bad, and the types of people looked even worse. But you were good at diffusion and subversion, and if you could just get his ass to think some more you could eliminate one more problem.

That would be a win for you.

And you liked to win.

You hop over the corner of the roof, landing silently and making sure not to cast shadows as you run to the other side. You’re glad Vigilante caught on and was moving through the shadows in a similar manner as you.

You need to get closer to the junction between west and south so you hop rooftops and skywalks to get there, almost daring for the other to keep up with you as you flip through the sky. And the man might not be particularly graceful, but he keeps up with you just fine, and he’s got envyable balance.

Sometimes.

He does slip on an ac unit he didn’t make out in the moonlight at one point. You’re fast enough to catch him, but not strong enough to pull his heavy ass back up, so it takes about three minutes off of your initial schedule before he’s able to catch his footing and use you to pull himself up.

Normally, since you always planned ahead, three minutes wouldn’t do a damn thing to hinder you. Vigilante had messed with that spectacularly though. You’d had to take a few minutes to assess what to do after noticing him following you, divert your path so you could corner him, and then take even more minutes finding out what his deal was. In total it’d taken you roughly 30 minutes to get back on mission, and the three wasted just now tick down in the back of your mind.

You naw on the inside of your lip while walking off. You’ve reached your destination, the cut off between the west and the beginning of the small patch of suburbs that took over some of the south side.

“Good?”

“Yup! Thanks for that, you’re pretty strong.”

“Not strong enough to save time,” you chirp back.

“Save time?”

You nod, stopping in the middle of the roof, Vigilante comes up beside you.

“Yeah, I like to plan. You gotta be able to throw away a plan when it’s hindering more than helping, of course, but they keep me from going in blind. Keep me from getting killed.”

He lapses into silence and so you move past his question and gesture him to the far side of the roof. You both hunker down and look over the edge.

“So did I like…mess with your timetable?”

“You did indeed,” you tap the side of your head. “But I planned for this possibility so I’ve traveled from curbing the urge to kill you to curbing the urge to maim you. So you’re fine enough for now.”

He nods, “That’s good.”

You scoff, “Sure.”

He doesn’t mind your tone, instead softly clapping his hands and then rubbing them together.

“Alright so since you haven’t told me yet, what’s the plan?”

“Don’t remind me,” you murmur.

Vigilante was an unknown you wouldn’t have normally let slide, but you had zero idea how to get rid of him without getting yourself killed also. So you’d let him follow you some more, but at least you could see him this time around.

You suck your teeth. Why was today so goddamn irritating.

“You see the house across from us? It looks kind of decrepit but that’s just the outside, on the inside is where all the really corrupt cops hang out. Now, I think the whole systems fucked beyond repair, but these guys definitely got to go,” you watch him as you speak. The mask isn't giving you much but he hasn’t stopped nodding along with you so you take that as a good enough sign.

“You still with me?”

“Yup! Cops suck ass, these ones suck harder, you want them outta your way.”

Behind your mask your eyebrows raise excitedly. “Exactly.” Your brows furrow soon after. “You don’t want to know what they’ve been doing?”

Vigilante shrugs, “Not really. If you say they’re bad guys I trust you.” He waves his hands. “But by all means if it fits with your plan you can run me through it. I got a pretty good idea already though, but it’s not like I can go after almost a whole precinct by myself so…”

He shrugs again. You just look at him.

Well.

“Interesting,” you snort and lean into his space. “Hmm. You’re workable yet, Vigilante.”

“Hmm good or hmm bad?”

“Hmm, undecided,” you murmur. He’s watching you just as hard as you're watching him before you blink yourself out of it.

You turn your head, “Let me get through the rest of the plan and then follow my lead. Got it?”

“100 percent, Temporary Boss.”

He even adds a little solute. Cute.

- - -

“Holy balls!”

From the back room you’re in you hear Vigilante yell and the sound of wood crashing against the wall a second later.

Seems like he’s having fun.

You shuffle backwards, dodging the meat cleaver in the hand of one of the three men that liked to ramp up and down your neighborhood causing trouble the most. You crouch, move to punch him in the dick, and when he keels over you pick up the cleaver he dropped then roll to the side.

When you bounce to your feet the redhead’s recovered enough that he’s standing (?). Though he’s bent over, halfway between the desire to lash out at you and to protect his nethers. You laugh and then fling the cleaver.

Before he can react it plants itself into his skull. He keels over. You go to stand over the man and watch as his body twitches and his eyes rove around. You spit. The thick glob lands on his chin and begins dripping into his clavicle as someone screams out behind you.

You whip around to face the source.

“You're crying out for this piece of shit?”

Taking in the badge clipped to her belt you scoff. “Well yeah makes sense.”

A dagger flies out of your hand and into the muzzle of her gun as she fires the firearm a blink later. The gun explodes and the woman screams. You move closer as she’s busy being distraught over her mangled hands and kick her in the face. She falls back in the doorway and you pick up one of the burning hot pieces of what’s left of your dagger and shove it deep into her throat.

You leave her to die to turn your attention to the man you saw run into the closet when you broke down the entrance.

Snatching the doors open you watch as he frightfully takes in your dark silhouette staring down at his huddled form.

“Please I didn’t do anything to him. That was just them.”

Your jaw ticks as you study him.

“But you did stand there and watch, did you not?”

He did. You’d fucking seen him not do anything as Khalid screamed, as Fatima screamed with her son. The police had confiscated the video from his father’s phone, but you’d gone into evidence to find it.

He shakes his head, “I -I uh.”

You roll your eyes, already knowing whatever excuse he’s searching for is irrelevant.

One of your daggers cuts through his shoulder as you hear Vigilante come up beside you. He shows up in your peripheral with his gun drawn and you both watch the man struggle, weakly reaching for his slippery shoulder as he wiggles around.

You sigh, “Last week he watched a child be beaten to death with a smile with everyone else in this house. Some of them held back the people trying to get to Khalid as the big guy over there-” you nod to the redhead with a cleaver in his head. “killed him. Then of course some of them simply didn’t do anything.”

Your voice takes on a mocking edge towards the end as you revel in the man staring down the barrel of Vigilante’s gun.

“Huh,” said man grunts before you hear the click of his weapon. “Sounds like a bad guy to me.”

You don’t fight the smirk on your face as the officer looks up at you two with wide shining eyes. The gunshot rings around the space alongside the sound of his body thumping softly on the floor.

You get your dagger back from him and then you both start to leave the room.

“So you do all of this to get back at these types of guys?”

“For the most part, I guess. It’s not the kind of vengeance Fatima wants, and she’ll pray for them a little, yeah, but she won’t miss them. What I do is draw attention so that she can fight with the courts, and the precinct is so busy dealing with me they can’t start forging shit and forcing false confessions.”

“What I do is a distraction, it's not a solution. I just make it a little easier for the people that have a solution to get shit done,” you smile. “And abate my own separate…needs.”

“So…what’s that mean exactly?”

“It means I’ve got a lot of anger and the cause of some of it is ripe for the picking. Call it reparations. Or don’t, I don’t give a fuck.”

You bend down to retrieve another one of your daggers in the doorway. You’re fully aware that what you do isn’t some righteous deed, but it’s not meant to be. A good part of what you do is because things need to change, but some of it is your own penchant for violence. You’d be doing things like everyone else if you didn’t enjoy killing.

But people didn’t become vigilantes because they were mentally stable.

Vigilante nods slowly, “Well I kill because it’s fun. But only bad guys.”

“I did catch that, yes,” you respond while yanking your dagger out of the woman you took care of after you cleavered the big redhead.

You both step over her to get to the main room.

He stands at the back door while you take another knife out of someone else you took out. You take in the six people he killed.

“You are excessively violent…creative even,” you tilt your head, taking in the deliberate way one person is skewed through with two wooden armrests. “Really creative.”

Vigilante shrugs.

“Yup, and youuuu are very sloppy. Though you have amazing aim.”

You wipe the blood from the third knife on your pant leg.

“Well not everyone went to school for this shit,” you shrug. “But thanks.”

“You’re very welcome, and I didn’t go to school either.” He pauses. “I’m just a natural badass.”

You make sure to look right at him as you roll your eyes. It’s a full body action and he laughs.

You both briefly lapse into silence. You grab and sheath a fourth knife as he watches you.

“You know who I think we’re like?”

You grunt at his words, busy going back around to pick up your throwing knives. You pull a fifth one from some guy's jugular as you answer him.

“No, but I know what you’re like: Goofy. Now are you gonna help me with this or not?”

Vigilante snorts quietly but starts pulling knives from bodies without complaint. You murmur another thanks to him.

“You think I’m goofy?”

You hear him grunt a little as he bends down to dig one of your weapons out from where it's embedded into a woman’s stomach. At his tone you glance over at him and see he’s more hunched than he should be even as he stands to get a second knife.

Did he just sound disappointed? You sigh, a few hours ago you wouldn’t have been able to toss out a stray fuck towards this jackass’s feelings and now here you were.

“I mean, not in a bad way, you’re just unfamiliar.” His head’s still hanging off his shoulders though, so behind your mask you huff and try again. “You’re surprisingly fun Vigilante, and I’d be up to doing this again if you are.”

Physically the change isn’t egregious but the way he visibly perks to listen more closely is. So is the way his voice lilts up.

“Really?” The next knife he pulls out he then flips, blood and sinew splatter on his suit. It doesn’t make much difference.

He sounds like he’s shocked but you figure that’s fair, you hadn’t exactly wanted him anywhere near you two hours ago.

“Mhm,” you nod, twisting a knife from someone’s neck and watching the blood spurt weakly out at you. Fun. You wonder if he choked to death before the blood loss got to him.

You’re startled from your light musings when Vigilante cheers.

“Oh yeah, you like me! V/n likes me!”

You chuckle and point at him as you pull your last knife from someone’s femur.

“I'm giving you a chance,” you correct in a similar musical tone as him.

He doesn’t at all stop his celebrating, just points back at you after dancing in a circle.

“You’re giving me a chance!”

It’s a ridiculous dance and it goes on for almost two minutes. You join in at around the last 30 seconds. It’d have been pretty lame to just stand around watching him dance like a killjoy. Which is absolutely the main reason you joined in.

The only reason.

Hem.

He hands over your knives in varying states of covered in blood and eventually you both resettle, you morso than Vigilante, who keeps dancing while he talks.

“So we’re officially doing team ups now, right?”

You narrow your eyes at him, jaw working for a couple moments before you nod once.

“As long as we work on the way you chose your targets,” you speak over his now whispered chant. He nods, helmet rattling some at the speed, while still doing a tamer version of his happy dance.

His whole body is vibrating with energy when he holds out his hand for you. You don’t think too long before you clasp it back.

“Deal!”

The two of you shake on it.

You wouldn’t mind having his energy bothering you more often. You suppose he’s not too much of a problem.

For the rest of your time you do a typical circuit route.

You help Max and his grandfather move supplies into their family shop, Tamar breaks her foot and she lets you carry her back to her mom (Vigilante carrying her scooter).

Trinity and Iyaka tip you to escort them to their cars, which you would’ve done for free, but you weren’t gonna pass up money either. They watch Vigilante funny but otherwise don’t speak on it, sticking closer to you. If the other notices he doesn’t comment.

You go to the grocery and Mrs. Linda waves at you from the main register, you buy a candy bar for one of the little kids so Mr. Jackson will stop staring at him so hard (technically it’s Vigilante’s money but still), and you get sandwiches to give to the group of kids that are always playing at the community park.

Throughout the morning Vigilante almost stabs himself in the foot, you laugh, you trip over some uneven sidewalk and he returns your same energy in kind, then the quiet of early morning turns to the stirring noises of daybreak and you wind down.

It’s not until the light starts peeking in the horizon, you’re out longer than usual and you're taking in the sun cresting in the sky that you usually don’t see, that he remembers what he was going to say earlier.

“Oh!” He bumps your shoulders while you two are walking to his Vigilante Mobile (which you quickly find out is just his regular ass car -and he was talking to you about keeping your secret identity safe). “Earlier I was trying to say that we’re like Kirk and Spock. Oh! Or like Han and Leia since she’s a lady and they’re cooler.”

You huff, but a smile still manages to etch itself to your face.

“Whatever floats your boat, Vig.”

NOTE: I’m just telling a story. You make your own decisions and form your own options. Bye. Hope you enjoyed!

Is this too much? Not enough? Constructive feedback would be lovely.

And my gun knowledge is rudimentary at best just so we’re all adequately aware.

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wtfobiwan · 2 years

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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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modern-vellichor · 2 years

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um hi *waves from behind a trashcan* you're so so so good at writing angst, just like omg. I was wondering if you might be willing to write something with Adrian finding out that *Reader* is getting abused by [his or her] partner, and how he would handle it. whether adrian has a thing for reader or not is up to you <3

-warnings; violence (domestic, canon), language -a/n; a gift, for you. short but yummy.

You have no idea how Adrian found out. It was totally normal for you to show up at work covered in bruises, especially considering what kind of work you did. But Adrian always noticed. He noticed everything you did. The bruises were always a little too often, a little too fresh. You were always a little too distant and a little too jumpy. So he followed you, of course he did.

He camped outside your apartment window, watching. He saw everything. And you looked so tired. So, so tired. You looked totally and utterly defeated. Adrian knew you as a warrior, a fighter, a total badass. And he watched as your shoulders slumped and you just accepted your fate. He watched as he bloodied your nose, screamed obscenities at you. You took it. You didn't even try and fight.

The next evening you were lying in bed, pretending to be asleep. You were avoiding conversation. Your boyfriend was still awake, sitting on his phone. You heard something fall to the ground and smash. You hoped it wasn't your favourite vase. You felt the bed move as your boyfriend got up to check the apartment, just in case. You waited for him to come back. And you waited, and you waited.

And he never came back.

Eventually you swung your legs off the edge of the bedroom and wandered down the hall. You tiptoed through the house, calling out quietly. You turned the corner into the living room. He was lying on the floor, cold and unmoving.

"you didn't deserve what he did to you."

You jumped at the sound of the voice. You turned around, poised to attack. It was Adrian. Not Vigilante, just plain old Adrian in his jeans and his glasses. He was opening his arms. When you didn't move, he pulled you into him.

"he deserved what he got," he mumbled into your hair. "Let me take you home. let someone else find him."

You nodded and Adrian pulled you towards your front door. He kept you tucked against his chest as he dragged you into the elevator. Eventually, you brought your arms up to wrap around his waist. Adrian smiled against your forehead.

He'll treat you so much better than that bastard ever did.

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burning-omen · 2 years

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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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xenomoon · 9 months

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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…🧍🏿

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cumslutforaemond · 10 months

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Today on ideas that i have but don't write:

I'm a slut for Miguel O'Hara but i'm also an Adrian Chase type of girly, so i had been thinking like a crossover type of thing where the reader is a spiderperson (more like a vigilante than a superheroe) and they're from Adrian's universe and they are dating but them after meeting Miguel (because of the whole spiderverse thing) and since Adrian is totally bisexual, the three of them end up in like a messy throuple type of thing(?

Kinda weird idea, but it would be so funny to watch since Miguel is so grumpy and Adrian is so enthusiastic and awkard lol

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vigsilantes · 2 years

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i'm yours (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x Reader Request: “hey! can i request something with jealous adrian? plot and specifics are up to you, i just want something where someone else gets flirty or handsy with the reader and adrian gets jealous and protective.” Summary: You go to Fennel Fields after work one night to wait for Adrian to finish his shift and someone hits on you. A/N: i have sooo many other ideas for jealous!adrian, so this fic was just a start. expect many more jealous!adrian fics in the future lolz Word Count: 2.1k Tags: Established Relationship, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Jealousy, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Post-Canon, Reader-Insert, Comfort, Domestic Fluff Warnings: swearing, drinking

~masterlist~ | >>>(read on ao3)<<<

Work was abnormally slow for you tonight, like totally dead, you haven’t seen a customer for the last hour. Instead of wasting time doing nothing for the rest of your shift, your manager decided to be nice and let you off a bit early, and you weren’t complaining. After grabbing your bag from the back and locking up, you left, and headed straight for Fennel Fields. Adrian was closing tonight, so you texted him letting him know you were going to wait for him.

You: hey babe i’m off early and starvingggg i'm omw 2 FF

Ade: i’ll order ur usual so its ready faster:)

Ade: 🧜

It was a very short walk to Fennel Fields, literal minutes away, which you appreciated, but Adrian definitely appreciated it more knowing how close you were to each other, just in case. After replying to Adrian with a thumbs up emoji, you reached the restaurant, and from quickly skimming the crowd, it was pretty dead here too. You approached the hostess, Laura, who knew you through Adrian, and smiled. She was one of the few people here that was kind to Adrian, so you liked her, and she was always nice when you visited Adrian.

“Hey! Just waiting for Adrian,” you informed her, she nodded.

“No problem, it’s dead here,” she laughed, and motioned for you to pick a seat. Luckily, your usual booth was empty, so you headed straight for it. It had the perfect view to the back of the employees’ entrance, so you could always catch glimpses of Adrian when you were there, which is why it was your favorite seat. He loved you sitting there too, he always wanted to be able to keep an eye on you. After you sat down, you patiently waited for Adrian to come out of the back, and after seconds you spotted him. Once he met your gaze his eyes widened, and a smile grew on his face. He practically ran over to you, smiling like an idiot.

“Heyyy, buttercup!” he grinned, sounding happy to see you. You two have a vast assortment of nicknames for each other and Adrian never misses a chance to use them. He quickly bent down towards you to peck you on the lips, he was still on the clock, so he didn’t want to get in trouble. “I already put in your order; curly fries are on the way!” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Thank youuu,” you beamed, “how’s your night been?” he scanned around the restaurant to check if his boss was near and saw no sign of him, so he sat down next to you in the booth for a moment.

“Super fucking dead, literally no one has been here, like at all, which is sorta nice because I haven’t had to do too much,” he stated, you nodded, and looked up to him. His little Fennel Fields hat was slightly crooked, so you pulled it down and straightened it out for him. “How was your day?” he asked, nudging your arm.

“It was quiet for me too… I loveee dead days though, saves me from a headache,” you laughed, and he shook his head in agreement. As you looked at Adrian, you spotted his boss out of the corner of your eye, you tapped his arm, “Manager, three o’clock,” you warned, and he practically flew out of the booth.

“Oh shit, thanks,” his face turned red, “Oh-uhh it’ll be a little bit till I’m off, you can take the car if you wa-”

“I’m fine waiting hun, I have my copy of The Stand, so take as long as you need,” you shifted, getting more comfortable in the booth. You two loved Stephen King novels, so you had quite the collection growing. Adrian just read The Stand and has been begging you nonstop to start it since he finished it.

“That’s actually my copy, but I guess you can read it,” he teased, you sarcastically rolled your eyes. “I’m kidding, babe, I’m happy you’re finally reading it! We can have a little book club to talk about it, and once you finish it, we can start the mini-series!” he fluttered, you smiled.

“Sounds good!” you tapped his hand, “now go back to work before I get you in trouble,” he nodded, and went to a table across the room to start cleaning. You opened the book to the first chapter and began reading, getting instantly hooked by it. The quiet chatter of other patrons in the restaurant made a peaceful background noise for you to read in. After reading a few pages, you heard footsteps near you, you lifted your head to see Adrian approaching your booth with your curly fries and a drink in his hands.

“Here you are, my love,” he placed the plate in front of you, followed by a Sprite, which you didn’t even ask for, but he anticipated that you’d want it, so he got it for you. He then bowed like you were royalty, you blushed. “Enjoy!” he quipped.

“You’re such a dork,” you said in between chuckles, “Thanks, Ade,” you smiled, and he left you alone so he could continue working. You poured a hefty amount of ketchup on your plate and began eating your fries while reading. You were captivated by the way Stephen King wrote, and this story was incredibly interesting: An apocalypse wiping out almost the whole population, leaving people to decide to be either good or evil – yeah, you were hooked. You flew through about twenty pages, and half of your fries, when someone suddenly sat next down to you. When you picked your head up you expected it to be Adrian, but it wasn’t, you didn’t know who this was.

“Ummm excuse you?” you questioned at the stranger, furrowing your brows.

“I just noticed yo-u sitting by yourself nd thought you could use a friend,” the man smirked. He was very clearly older than you and his breath reeked of booze. “Whatcha reading, hotstuff?” he peered, looking at your book. You backed away and dramatically closed your book.

“It’s my partner’s book, actually. He’s letting me borrow it,” you stated, hoping he’d get the hint. He didn’t, as he abruptly grabbed your wrist with a tight grip. He then lazily moved his hand to brush the hair out of your face, you tensed up, feeling uncomfortable as the drunk man stared you down.

“Whoever your partner is, I bet you’d be better off with me,” he spat, and slid in even closer to you. You scoffed, unable to get out of his grasp.

“Yeah right… Please, just leave,” you demanded, he squeezed your wrist tighter which made you uneasy. “My partner taught me self-defense and I am not afraid to fuck you up,” you declared, the man sneered. You looked around for Adrian, who was in his usual spot in the back unloading dishes. He caught your eye and turned to face you. He quickly analyzed the situation, seeing the man sitting in your seat and with his hand holding yours caused the expression on his face to change – he was pissed. He dropped the plate he was holding and swiftly ran to your booth.

“Uhh what the fuck is going on here?” he gritted through his teeth, looking at you dumbfounded, not fully understanding what he was seeing.

“This asshole isn’t listening to me and won’t leave,” you informed him, his face dropped realizing what was happening, and he instantly grabbed the man’s hand and yanked it off of yours. Free from his grip you were able to hop out of the booth.

“Are you alright?” Adrian looked at you intently, “what the hell happened?” he asked as he began inspecting you to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“Yeah, I’m fine hun, this drunk asshole was hitting on me and wouldn’t go away,” you told him, he nodded and took in a deep breath. Adrian motioned for you to stand behind him, you listened.

“It’s time for you to leave, fuckface, they don’t want you here,” Adrian grumbled, his face was beet red and his eyes were on fire. “I don’t want you here,” his jaw tightened, and he straightened his body. The man cackled and looked at Adrian, he seemed ready for a fight and slowly made his way out of the booth. This prompted Adrian to tighten his fist, also readying for a fight. As the man stood up, he nearly fell, he was wasted, and had to steady himself by holding onto the table. After a mere second of eyeing Adrian, and noticing how Adrian towered over him, he lifted his arms up in surrender. It was clear that he was too drunk for a fight, and the anger that radiated off of Adrian definitely made him weary. Adrian didn’t falter though, as he followed every single movement the man made. The guy hastily backed away, tripping over himself multiple times, and you sarcastically waved as he left. Adrian blew out a deep sigh in relief and rested his hands on his hips.

“Fuck… Well, that was something,” you started, laughing nervously, “Thanks, honey, he just – wouldn’t let up,” you said as you sat back down in the booth, he followed and sat across from you.

“Course…” he scrunched his face, “y’know…” he began, taking a deep breath.

“What is it, Ade,” you raised your eyebrows and took his hand.

“Before I came over here I – I thought you actually wanted that guy with you, I didn’t- I thought you two were holding hands and I got like totally jealous, like, I wanted to rip his head off,” Adrian admitted, you were stunned, you couldn’t believe he’d think you’d be with someone else.

“Whattttt?” you questioned loudly, “I would never, Ade, seriously, he just fuckin’ sat down next to me, in my booth of all places, and started hitting on me,” you comforted him, he sighed with a smile on his face.

“See, I didn’t think so but- I don’t know, it just killed me to see someone else that close to you…” he trailed off, and looked at your hand, it was red from where the man grabbed it. Once he realized the man left a mark on you, his body tensed up. “I’m gonna fucking kill that guy tonight,” he murmured to you, not taking his eyes off your hand.

“No–” you huffed a laugh, “you don’t need to kill him, it’s fine-I’m fine,” you reassured him, and reached out your other hand to lift his head, he met your gaze. That confirmation calmed him down and he nodded, you could see him start to relax. "There are actual criminals that you can kill, babe," you said.

"Well, instead of killing him what if I just cut his hand off for touching you, could you settle for that?" he purred, half joking, but you could hear in his voice that he was being serious. He would go outside right now and chop this guy's hand off in a second if you told him to. You were infatuated by the way that he got so protective over you... It was hot.

"Why don't you save your energy for something else," you changed the subject and bit your lip, staring him down. He then scooted down the booth to sit beside you, sliding his arm around your shoulder. He nuzzled his head into your neck, clearly not caring that he was still at work and not caring if his coworkers or manager saw – he just wanted to be close to you.

“You’re mine,” he whispered into your ear with his voice deep. He moved his head lower down your neck and his lips gingerly hovered over you, he slowly began sucking, he was marking you.

“I’m yours,” you breathed out, feeling electric from his mouth on your skin. After a minute that went by way too fast, he slowly inched away, closely observing the mark he just left on your neck. After confirming it was good enough for his liking, he separated from you and licked his lips.

“You are somethin’ else, Chase,” you teased, your face red from what just happened, he smirked. “We’ll be continuing this when we get home–,” you stated as you looked down at your phone to check the time, “in about twenty minutes or so,” you winked, his eyes grew wide and his cheeks were rosy. He jumped out of the booth and adjusted himself, pushing his glasses up on his face.

“Well- I, uh,” he gulped, “I better…Yes, I want to-when we get home, and-” he stammered, you had him speechless. “Yes.” He abruptly shouted, you chuckled, and he promptly turned around and walked to the back of the restaurant. Through the back entrance you watched Adrian haphazardly wash dishes so he could clock out faster. You couldn’t help but smile, and as he looked over at you, he smiled too. His face was painted a deep shade of pink and he had a painfully charming grin spread across his face, it made your heart flutter with joy.

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Adrian Chase // gn!reader

Warnings ; Smoking (light drug use), descriptios of smut.

Sipnosis ; Sweet and distant voice, tender soothing gray swarm of smoke in between two needy mouths. Voice that lives and breathes, sounds stuck in between bruises and kisses.

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Part one ||

My core vibrates in an opium haze

Hungry is not a strong enough word. You were starving.

It was cold, colder than you had been in a long time. You were stumbling through some dark alley somewhere in Evergreen´s west side, hugging yourself. You were so fucking hungry you could kill for anything edible. You had been smoking, maybe a bit too much. You couldn’t think of anything just, food. Food, food, tasty loveable food. Now that you thought about it you could have called for takeaway instead of just going out so late at night but, you needed to see a real person for more than three seconds or you would go insane. You needed to just make sure the rest of the world was still alive, needed to see something that was not your yellow-stained walls and your old telly, just, something.

There was a big bright light, out there in an open space, across the road. You had it as a rule, to not cross the road when you were stoned, just in case, but you could smell the restaurant even from your way over there, you just couldn’t fucking resist, it was too fucking much. So you crossed, and you were fine.

“Welcome to Fennel Field´s,” a lady grinned from behind a small counter. She looked tired.

“Hi, uh, you guys still serving dinners?” You held your hands tightly pressed against the counter, leaning in maybe a bit too closely, tapping your fingers on the wood. The place was almost empty. There was a woman eating alone on the back, three people sharing some nachos and just two waiters walking around.

“Yes, we close in an hour” The lady said softly.

“Good, thanks,” you started walking towards a table “thank you, thanks very much.” Slipping into the booth you started looking around for any of the waiters you had seen before, resting your elbows on the table and pressing your hands together. A guy approached, he looked distracted, carrying a bunch of dirty dishes. You reached out to him as he passed by and he flinched a bit “Hey, hi, sorry.”

“Hi” He looked a bit confused, leaning just a bit away.

“Can you please just get me anything, please?”

“Anything?” he frowned down at you but in a way that almost felt sweet, like genuine confusion “What do you mean?”

“Just, any food, your favourite meal I don’t care, something fast” You still had your hand reaching up to him, you wanted to grab him, you would have if the hunger hadn’t cleared your mind a bit.

“Oh,” he seemed to understand, relaxing a bit just to go back to his frowning gaze “Uh, I can’t do that, I´m the busboy,” he smiled “I´ll go get a waiter”

“Please!” You whispered in a yell, maybe a bit too dramatic, your need for his touch coming back stronger, barely able to contain it “Please just, I´m starving man, please.”

He seemed to think about it “Okay,” and he walked away.

You buried your head in your arms at some point, shutting your eyes and pulling slightly at the hair on the back of your head, groaning. You felt so out of it, just so hungry you couldn’t think of anything else, your head spinning so much, asking yourself how could you have forgotten to eat before lighting up the first joint.

“Caesar salad” a voice spoke and the table shook a bit under your face.

“Jesus…” you muttered raising your head slowly frowning at the man before you for a split second, he pointed with his eyes at the heavy thing he had left on the table, standing awkwardly. Just as he said, a big wooden bowl with a Caesar salad shone in front of you, waiting for you to launch at it, throwing your face inside.

“You look like shit so I figured you wouldn’t want any of the fried stuff because fried stuff makes my tummy ache when I'm already sick and I didn’t know if you were a vegetarian so I got you the only salad we have, even though it has a bit of chicken you can just put it away, I´m not even sure if it's real chicken to be honest, sure tastes like it but you have to see it before we cook it, it looks like wet tofu, like sloppy brown muddy tofu. It doesn’t taste as bad, to be honest, but when you have seen it before the grilling you kind of become grossed out by it. The lettuce its good, we just got a new lot this morning so don’t worry about it, because last week someone got really sick, dunno who it was cause it was on my day off, which kind of sucked because my co-worker says they puked literally everywhere and I couldn’t get to see it, but now that I´m thinking maybe it’s better because I would have ended up cleaning all the vomit and even though I don’t really have a gag reflex or I'm really sensitive with any like, gross stuff? But I do hate mopping the floor, is so boring and none ever wants to fight with me Star Wars style, so it’s just boring as fuck!” He rambled and rambled for what felt like hours in an interstellar capsule close to another much more different galaxy. By the time he was done you had already eaten the salad and were looking up at him with half lidded eyes, ready to pass out there and then, so tired and foggy. He just wouldn’t stop talking and somehow it made your head spin at a much more delightful speed, almost how your most liked it.

He left after the lady that had greeted you yelled at him to stop bothering customers and start cleaning tables. He apologized under his breath and walked away, and then you were alone again and missed him so much. The lady said his name but as much as you tried you just couldn’t remember, you thought about it while you paid for the food and on the walk home and right before you slept. He had been the first person to talk to you for so long in such a long time and for your messed up brain that was more than enough to terribly miss a complete stranger and to spend the night trying to remember how the lady had called him. He banished into blueish fog at the back of your mind the morning after.

You came back to Fennel Field´s time later, not intoxicated this time, on your way back from work. It was close to your house, just some extra ten minutes of driving and, sitting in the parking lot, debating if eating dinner was worth the pain of sitting on a crowded restaurant, you found out on the web that you could other the food and then take it home, so you went in but did not see the busboy. You did it more than once, when you found yourself too lazy to make dinner or out of groceries or too damn lonely but, he was never there. You could barely remember his face but oh man, his voice; you were sure that you could even recognize his breathing. It had been so special for some reason, the way he spoke to you, almost lost but stuck on your mind forever.

Next time you smoked he came back. You missed him terribly, painfully even. Only when you smoke. It was the taste of it that now reminded you of him. You could smoke just fine, as you always did, sitting on someone's window or outside, it was a bit worse back at home, alone on your bed, but it was still okay. The high was fine too, as it always was, though you had grown accustomed to falling asleep before you sobered up because that’s when it always started. The taste was a bit too strong and he was a bit too present. His voice was. So you curled up in your bed and let it take you, sudden emptiness overwhelming inside your lungs and you clenched onto them, wishing maybe someone could rub the pain away.

“Hi, long time no see” The same woman that had been at the counter of Fennel Field´s almost every single night you passed by in those last few months greeted you with the same grin “Caesar salad for takeout?”

Your eyes lit up a bit, she remembered the order “Um, no, I think I´m going to sit down today” You had not stepped a foot inside the establishment in weeks, too busy with work, cleaning up some mess a black ops team did a while ago. Some alien bullshit, some government secrets been spilled out and your boss on trial, with you and your small tech team to clean up the mess. It had been nightmarish.

First night off in two weeks and you had spent it smoking your mind out your head and having dinner at Fennel Field´s, your two favourite things in the world.

“What can I get for you?” That voice. That fucking voice.

“Oh, uh…” Your head snapped up, gaze traveling away from your hands to the man in red standing before you. “Oh, God, you…” Why on earth? Why the fuck did he have to appear the night you were stoned. Again. Why couldn’t you just have a normal conversation with him, a sober conversation.

“Oh, hi, I remember about you.” He was so cheery, smiling down at you, eyes shining behind his glasses. “You look way better today, but still a bit like mashed potatoes.”

“Uh?” It was just hard to focus on what he was saying, after weeks and weeks of him speaking inside your mind that part of him was burned to your skull and now you were trying to do the same thing with his body, with his eyes. Green and bright. His silly smile and his curled up almost mullet and the shape of his nose. His big neck and the bones under it. Burning them deep so deep inside you.

“So,” He had been talking, you did not listen “Do you want another salad?” You blinked up a few times.

“You are a busboy.” You vividly remember him telling you he could not take your order, it was the first thing he said to you. It had been playing on repeat since then.

“Oh, yeah,” He laughed, breathing out “I am!” He was so god damn cheery, even more than the first time “Today Sarah is sick and we are short on staff so I´m covering, they won’t pay me cause it's my day off but it's okay, I don’t have much to do anyways, my bff is out doing secret stuff I can’t tell you about and the doctor said I can’t do any super cool athletic stuff cause if I pop my stitches again, she said she will shoot me again herself. I actually never wanted stitches, I told them I was fine but Chris really insisted so now I´m stuck cause after I passed out again he won’t let me do cool stuff with him again until I get better.” You nodded, mesmerized. He talked and talked and made you go insane, scratching some forgotten part of your brain that had been itching.

“Adrian!” The woman from the counter yelled and he felt silent immediately, turning back to her, frowning in an all so confused facade. He apologized, mouthing a sorry on curled up lips.

Adrian.

“Ugh, sorry, I get carried away…” He said, patting his notepad with his pen a few times, frowning down at it.

Adrian. Oh, God, Adrian.

“Adrian.” It came out on a breath, you could not take your eyes off him. His eyes snapped open and landed on you, he looked surprised “It´s a beautiful name.”

“Oh, thank you” His smile was back and now you could feel one of your own, slowly building itself under your nose. “Cesar salad?”

“Yeah, sure, yeah” you said, and he mouthed an acknowledgement as he started walking away. “You are beautiful” It felt so fucking good, letting it out. It felt so damn good to have him in front of you, you had to tell him.

His brows twisted for a moment before widening his smile “Thanks”

You were happy. Happier than you had felt in a long time. You let your head fall in between your hands, catching it at your chin, and you thought of him once more. He was there. He had talked to you. That was more than enough, and you felt your lungs finally relax. It wasn’t that he made you breathe, he was not the reason you could feel oxygen back at your chest, he just made the tension go away, everything go away, just like smoking but somehow better.

You were not sure how much time it had passed. You had your headphones on, playing some playlist, cheek now pressed against the wooden table, eyes lost at nothing. You were not thinking about him anymore, you were not thinking, just listening and staring. He came back, murmured something you didn’t hear, left your food and walked away. You looked at the back of his head for a few seconds before starting the salad without getting your headphones off.

A paper towel stood under the fork, perfectly folded in four. You started eating before opening it, not really catching on the fact that it was put there for you, by him. That occurred later, after you had caught him staring a few times. You were playing with what was left of your food, not really hungry anymore, when you noticed you were staring down at the paper, noticing it was in fact odd that it was folded four times. You took it carefully and unfolded it.

There was a phone number and a name written in black pen “—Adrian” You smiled, couldn’t help it and didn’t mind it really. Smiled like a fucking idiot and looked around for him, finding he was already looking at you from across the restaurant. You waved and he waved back.

“Is there anything else you would like?” He wasn’t cheery anymore, barely looking at you. You were still holding his phone number in your left hand.

“Yeah,” you said, “at what time you get out?”

He blinked a few times “In ten.”

“Okay, could I have the bill, please?”

“Sure,”

He left and came back with it, you paid in silence. He talked nonsense. “I'll wait for you outside.”

Adrian grinned, for the first time that goofy look of him left him and he walked away with a small “Okay”

You were smoking a cigarette outside, just to do something while you waited. It was kind of cold and it gave you a fake warm feeling. You were leaning against a streetlight with your eyes fixed on the restaurant door, a few feet away from it. Adrian came out the door and started looking around. He didn’t have his silly hat anymore, just a dark zip up jacket with the red uniform under it. You put your cig off in a nearby bin and walked to him.

“Hey,”

“Oh, hi! What's up?” He started walking down the street, looking at you and then at his feet and then back up at you “Dude, that shirt is sick!”

“Mh? Oh, yeah, d´you like Nine Inch Nails?”

“Fuck, yeah, of course I do! That’s also like one of the best albums ever, so fucking cool.”

“Yeah?” You stopped, far enough from the restaurant, in front of a darkish alley, a small dead end.

“Yeah!” Big grin on his face, he stopped too.

You reached up, slowly; your mind foggier than it had ever been. He wetted his lips and bit the bottom one slightly before letting it go, taking a deep breath as he looked right through you. He seemed nervous but leaned into the touch of your hands on his cheeks. You couldn’t stop looking at him, couldn’t believe you were touching him. It was the first time you didn’t miss his voice when he was quiet. You leaned in a bit, wanting to make it slow, give him a chance to just walk away if he wanted to. You were chest to chest, he could feel your unsteady breathing. It was almost romantic. You stroked his face with your thumbs once, twice, a third time, and then you leaned in, stopping a bare inch away from his lips to look him in the eye before closing yours. He was sweet, soft even. He opened his mouth almost immediately, letting you deepen the kiss. He put one hand on your waist and grabbed your jacket with a fist, pulling, the other went to the back of your head. You pressed more closely, slowly getting one hand down to his neck. He took a step back and took you with him, pressing himself against one of the alley walls. You stocked his throat, pressing your thumb against it slowly and he whimpered, taking his hand off your hair quickly and using it to pull your hips even closer, holding onto your clothes, exposing the skin from the small of your back, pulling you up. The hand that was not at his throat made its way down to the side of his chest, pressing him more against the wall with your palm, leaving you room to tilt your head down to his jaw, giving sloppy and wet kisses to it.

“Fuck…” He whispered “You are… So fucking hot, shit…” He turned his head a bit, exposing his neck and you grinned, humming a reply against his throat after stocking it softly “Mhg, fuck, dude…”

You let a few more wet kisses under his jaw before pushing your tongue in between your lips, barely sucking at him.

Adrian´s mouth hung open and without your lips keeping it busy he murmured curses and groaned into the cold air of the night. “You taste like cigarettes” he said at some point.

“Sorry,” you mouthed against his clavicle.

“No, I weirdly like it.” You went up again kissing his lips, he sucked at your bottom lip and slipped a hand under your clothing, gripping at your waist almost painfully but not really. You rolled your hips in reflex and he sighed against your mouth, letting the air out all at once “I also like that,”

You got a better angle at his throat, wrapping it with your entire hand as you kissed him and rolled up your hips against his stomach, starting to feel his length on your thigh. He kept whispering curses to the air as you pushed him more and more into the brick wall, wondering if he was starting to get hurt. “More…” The word was covered in groans and breaths and other thousands of hushed words, but you could make it out just perfectly. You looked up at him. He had his eyes half closed, his glasses were all the way down his nose, his grin bruised by your kisses, almost worse than his neck. He looked like a mess.

“You cute thing,” you said, not stopping with the occasional thrusts “you know, I actually live like… four blocks away, if you want to I could… Take you with me.”

“Yeah,” he could not fully open his eyes but was smiling wider “Yeah, no I would fucking love that.”

You smiled into a new kiss, different, more powerful. He hummed and mouthed and made all kinds of sounds, pushing your hips up and up against him. Then something started sounding, a slight vibratory feeling against your thigh. “I think your phone is ringing”

“Yeah, I know just, let it ring,” he said. God, he wanted you.

Right when you were about to pull away to take him to your apartment, the phone rang again. “Shit fuck, sorry,”

“It's okay,” you pushed away a bit “take it, must be important” When stuff like this happened with other hook-ups it was always awkward, but it didn’t feel that way with him. He felt more comfortable, safer. He had not broken your embrace yet.

“No, I´m just going to put it in silence,” he slipped the phone out his pocket and it stopped ringing. He turned the lock screen on and a bunch of texts and missed calls appeared, all of them from a contact saved as bff, and by the looks of the texts, he seemed very pissed at him. You could manage to read some of them, he kept spamming dude and we have a fucking situation and pick up. “Fuck…” he frowned and a call popped up, from the same contact. He looked up at you, he looked upset, waiting for you to give him some kind of reply.

“Pick up,” you said, raising your brows with a small smile as you brushed your thumb against the warm skin of his stomach where your hand had slipped before. “It's alright.”

“But he's probably going to ask me to go somewhere,” he was a bit jumpy, like a kid.

“Just pick up, it's fine”

He groaned a bit before letting out a small fuck and pressed the phone against his ear “Yes?”

“Dude what the fuck!” The guy on the phone yelled. Adrian flinched, frowning, moving a bit closer to you “You need to get your ass here right fucking now!”

“Where?”

“Where the fuck do you think, moron? My truck, my fucking truck dude. Come over, right now, and bring your fucking suit.”

“I´m like, kind of busy right now so,”

“I don’t give a shit!” there was a swift on the phone and silence for a couple of seconds, Adrian glanced at you and you bit your lip, worried “Adrian, we need you here, it's important.” A woman's voice this time.

Adrian looked at you and curled up his nose before answering “Fuck, okay, I´m on my way.” And he hung up. “I gotta go”

“Okay,” you pulled away, leaving him room to get out.

“But this was really fun! Like, really, really fun,” he stopped holding you “And I wish I didn’t have to go but, ugh fuck.”

“It's okay, I´ll text you” You tried not to sound so disappointed. You had been so fucking close.

“You will?” he smiled and you nodded “Sick! Okay, okay bye!” and he ran off.

You could still feel the trail his fingerprints had left on your waist long after he was gone. You could feel them walking home, and undressing in your room, when you turned off the lights and climbed to bed. They were fading away with time and you couldn’t stop focusing on them, they were still warm, somehow. You got your phone from under the pillow, plugged it in and added a new contact. Adrian.

“hey Adri,” you wrote, “today was fun <3”. You had been sleeping for a while when he finally replied.

He was in his suit, covered in blood, finally able to sit down on Chris´ porch and take his mask off as Leota made some calls to get people to clean the place. Chris was out too, trying to get Eagly into the truck again. Adrian took his glasses from one of his secure pockets and breathed, exhausted and in a bit of pain. He took his phone out too, checking the time. You had texted him.

“hey Adri,

today was fun <3”

He smiled and felt something silly down his chest where his rib cage ended. You had called him Adri, none had ever called him that before. “Man, you think I can sleep at your place today? There´s some dead guy on my living room and I´m too tired to get the fucker out and clean everything” Peacemaker sat next to him, making the porch crack slightly.

“Mh?” Adrian hid his phone deep in his pocket again and raised his eyebrows “Oh, nah, I gotta run. But sure Leota can help.”

“What? Come on dude, I already know your secret identity, don’t be a bad fucking friend!”

Adrian frowned at that, moving a bit away “Alright, I guess.”

He texted you in the car, after changing back to his work uniform.

“Yes it was!!!, Never got your name btw. Also, is that a heart or a pointy dick?” He was smiling when he started the car.

“The fuck you smiling about?”

“Nothing” It came out too rushed.

Chris frowned and looked out the window “Weirdo,”

“Yes it was!!!

Never got your name btw.”

You never told him, it turns out. You told him. You also told him that it was a heart but that you could get him a pointy dick if it made him happy. You didn’t know but he laughed at that.

You didn’t really text during the day but he ended up asking you out to some bar. He said he´d pick you up after work and drive you there. It actually felt nice, to go out for once. He drove a shitty looking Sebring.

Adrian looked nice, brown shirt and dark jeans on. He smiled and started the car.

“You look very good,” he said, “your eyes are different.” You laughed, it was probably true, you were sober.

The bar was really pretty, neon pink dim lights, music low enough to be able to speak, not that many people. Adrian insisted on buying your drinks and you gladly accepted. You were on your fourth beer now, listening to him explain the concept of time and how different Back to the future´s concept was from Doctor Who´s.

“You know, I never got around to watching Doctor Who” You said, leaning close to him on the tall table you shared.

“Oh, really?” He looked mesmerised.

“Yeah! Star Trek, Firefly, Heroes, all that stuff I did watch, but never Doctor Who.” You drank what was left of your beer in one sip and smiled up at him.

“You've seen Star Trek?”

“´f course”

“That´s fucking hot.” You laughed at that. He was really funny but didn’t notice it, which made it ten times funnier. He just looked at you with doe eyes and brows raised and you wanted to kiss him so bad, so you did. Softly and shortly, just a slow kiss. He hummed and took your face in between his hands, and you wanted to laugh again. He was so tender, so lovely. The fact that he had asked you out and paid for your drinks instead of just coming over to finish what you started the night before had been odd enough, it was odd how he touched you, and how he did not lay a hand on you until you touched him first. It was a good oddness, of course. It felt more than a hook-up, now that you thought about it while he brushed your cheeks and closed his eyes. Maybe he liked you more deeply, you weren’t sure how that would end up for him, but it felt nice that someone touched you so softly.

“Do you want to go to my place?” You asked him and he nodded, tentative hands making their way to yours.

He never shut up, that had been the first thing you learned about him. He could talk for hours and hours, he spoke as you left the bar and on your walk to the car. He felt silent when you slipped your hand under his arm, tugging him close, he lost track of what he was saying and looked at you for a moment “It's cold as shit” You said, pretending him been quiet didn’t make your heart race, remembering the way you had been yearning for his voice just a few days prior. He started commenting about the weather and you felt yourself calm down. You guided him to your place and laughed on your way up to the apartment, about something he had said surely. You slipped the keys in and let him in first, closing the door with your back.

“So, do you want another drink?” You smiled at him, still pressed to the wooden door.

“Not really,” his hands picked at your band shirt “Korn.”

“Of course,” you said. He slipped his hands under the shirt and kissed you, pressing you more against the door. This time it was a hungrier kiss but it was still, somehow, love filled. Or something similar. It was barely noticeable but you started to feel like he maybe wasn’t just a hook-up.

You slowly took him to your room, dragging him by his tack button, slowly walking backwards. You sat on the bed and undid the button, pulling the zipper down slowly. He looked at you, unable to touch you. You leaned into the skin above the waistband of his boxers. He was warm. You kissed him there a few times before sliding your hands up his torso, standing up a bit and helping him out his shirt. You looked at him from behind his glasses, he had adoration written all over his face, mouth slightly open, helping him breathe. You tossed his shirt to the side and leaned in, reaching his neck. You smiled to yourself when you found small marks from the day before. You kissed one of them. He was silent, he had been since he kissed you. No sound came out his throat.

You kissed your way up to his face again “You okay?”

“I can't believe this is happening.” He said reaching down for you “This is fucking insane, I– can’t believe I´m here, with you”

You laughed. You wanted him so bad, he was so soft, so smooth and silken to the touch. You hadn't even looked at his body, yet you found yourself not caring. You took him into bed, eyes fixed on his, and he murmured a bunch of okays and made a few sounds when you climbed to his lap. “I'm going to take care of you” you told him as you guided his hands to your clothes. He took them off. All of them. You laid him on your bed and took the rest of his. He was talking again, small praises slipping off his mouth. You kissed his tummy again, soothing him, making your way in between his legs. You looked down, he was hard already. You took him with one hand, stroking his tip with your thumb. You glanced at him; he was already looking at you. You stroked again and he whined, close mouthed and his belly raised as he choked a breath. You kissed his thigh, slowly and wet, he was so, so warm. You bruised the inside of his thigh, feeling him tremble. “Fu—ck, dude…” You smiled against his leg, stroking him a bit faster, going closer with your mouth as you slowly marked his groin too. “Can you, please, please can you just—” You looked up at him raising your brows, then looked at your hand gripping him. You shoved it as low as you could and kissed his tip, glancing back up at him “No, yeah, yeah that, please.” You did. Tongue first. You felt him tense all over, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You started sucking and pressing with your tongue, rubbing his leg with your other hand. Soothing.

He was big, the length of him hit your throat as you took all of him in. He tried not to thrust his hips against you, but failed. All kinds of curses came out his mouth and he reached down, clenching your hair, whining, head pressed against your pillow. He was perfect just like that, so willing to be made yours.

“St— wait, wait, I don’t want to… fuck, shit,” he whimpered under his breath, heaving “I don’t wanna finish yet.”

You pulled away just enough, breathing into him “Hold it.”

“I can’t” He whispered, with that almost sad face of him, almost like he was sorry, almost asking for an apology.

He made you smile. You sank into his face again, kissing him. You didn’t have the heart to make it rough, you needed it to be tender, needed him to feel how he had been making you feel. How his voice had kept you awake. You needed him to feel good more than you needed to breathe.

“Condom, you have one?” Those damned doe eyes, looking up. You took his glasses off him and kissed in between his eyes and maybe that had been a bit too personal for a stranger but not him. Adrian was yours, for one night he was yours and you were going to pretend he will forever be yours.

“Yeah,” came out in a whisper. You left his glasses on your nightstand and took a condom.

He fit just right, inside you. He felt like he was made for it. He was on top now, holding you by your hips, groaning with your legs round him. You were thankful you changed places, he took good care of you too. He made the most beautiful sounds, asking if you were okay as he gripped your skin until bruises appeared. He was so strong, he looked like he could tear you apart, yet he didn’t. He got carried away, going as fast and hard as he pleased, and you let him. You let him come in just to hear the ripped noises his throat would let out. You felt yourself give in just seconds after. He gave a few more thrusts, inconsistent and messy, and then he let go, falling to you, burying his head under your chin.

“Holy fucking shit,” he said, breathless.

“Yeah,” you laughed, moving him a bit to the side to be able to breathe yourself.

“You are amazing I´m— I, everything just…” he looked up at you “just perfect—the way you breathe is fucking magnificent.”

You sighed a laugh “The way I breathe?”

“Well, yeah, it all comes down to that, doesn’t it?” you could see him smile “You are amusing, fucking hot as shit, confuse me to death. I ́m not one for feelings cause a don’t have those but, there is something weird when you touch me, like my veins are been tickled by some blissful force by— like some kind of internal rainbow bleeding, may be an alien virus but maybe it's a bit late not to infect you with it so, if I´m going to die of an interstellar disease, you are too. Which is kind of—soothing— like you, I suppose. You are calming and bloodrushing. I'm glad to die with you, right now at least. Odd thing to say I know but, I tend to make things weird. Chris tells me that a lot, but you are not like him, nothing at all. You listen, to me. You listen and I think you like it though I ́m not really sure why. You are some kind of ethereal being, all of you is. I like your brain and your body and I like the way you make mine feel. My body and my brain. And your breathing, it keeps you alive so th— it makes it magnificent, stellar, it’s the basis of it all. Thank you, for the care you showed.”

A shaky breath came out your mouth. That was a fucking lot for a one-night stand.

He had fallen silent and you feared he had fallen asleep.

“Adrian,” he hummed against your chest, “do you want us to have a shower? Then we can watch Doctor Who.” He nodded and stood up a bit. He kissed you and you smiled.

“You know, I think we can skip the first few seasons and only watch David Tenant´s cause that man is so fine. I'll explain what happens in the shower.”

“Okay,” it came out small, with a hint of confusion still dragging your voice. You guided him to your bathroom from behind and closed the door so the water warmed the place. You stepped in first and he followed.

“Can you help me? Can’t see jackshit without my glasses,” you took his hand and pressed him against the wall so he could have balance. You started the shower, letting water fall on your head. He stood in front of you, unmoving. You changed places with him, letting water rinse him. His curls stuck to his forehead and you got them out his eyes. After putting a bit of soap on a sponge you started to clean him, slowly and carefully. You took your first good look at his body there. You had already noticed how strong he was and how smooth his skin felt but you frowned when you found black bruises all over his torso and legs. You took special care not to rub those too harshly. You kept finding more and more, yellowish, purple and red bruises all over him. You also found scars. He had a few on his legs and arms, but most of them were on his shoulders and stomach. Some of them were fully healed, white, others, much bigger, were pinkish and shined a bit. He also had recent ones, red lines across his back and shoulders. “Watch it back there,” he had said in a whisper when you started cleaning his back “I was shot a few weeks ago.”

“Shot?” You searched for his face.

“Yeah, I told you, no biggie,” he smiled at you “I´ll love to tell you the story cause it's totally badass but it's confidential.”

He did have a scar on the small of his back but it looked older than a few weeks. You kissed his shoulders a few times and pressed your cheek against him, letting water fall on you as you embraced him from behind. You decided not to ask, you knew better than anyone how shitty it was when people asked about the confidential stuff you did for work. He turned sometime after, you weren’t sure how much, and he stopped humming whatever song he had been lowly singing as he leaned down for your shampoo bottle.

“So okay, you know there is this um, kind of phone booth, right?” He put his hands on your head and started gently stroking, cleaning you as he talked and you closed your eyes. When he was done he took the shower head and poured more water over your head, clearing it. He then cleaned your body as you held onto him, listening to the vibrating sound his throat made when he spoke. After he was done, he kissed your jaw, shutting up. He kissed your collarbones and under your jaw again. He kissed your mouth and smiled. “I feel funny on the inside, like if my guts were a summer gloaming, isn’t that weird?”

You smiled, amused by him. “Not at all.”

“No?” he opened his eyes a lot and you shook your head slightly before kissing the corner of his mouth “Great! I knew you wouldn’t think I'm a weird loser because you are one too!”

You laughed, pulling away to look at him, turning off the shower. “You think I'm a weird loser?” you stepped out, taking his hand to help him and then turning to get a few towels.

“Well, first time I saw you I thought you were kind of a mess. You fell asleep like three times and kept looking at me all weird so, I thought you were just a bit strange. Which is good. Not a loser though, that I thought on the bar, when you told me you´ve read the Silmarillion.” He sounded so brutally honest, not paying attention to what he was saying as he dried himself. Made you smile.

“Are you gonna stay over?” he raised his brows at you “For the night I mean.”

“Sure, if you want to.”

“Yeah,” you whispered and took a small towel and put it on his head, moving it slightly and you held him to look at you “I'll lend you a comfy shirt.”

He ended up in the biggest band shirt you owned and his boxers, laying on top of you in between your legs in your small brown couch as you played with his curls resting on your chest. You felt kind of bad. Your apartment was a mess. Dirty dishes on the sink, smelling like pot, clothes everywhere, dusty and dirty. He was looking into the tv, glasses back on, gently rubbing your thigh with his thumb.

“You know, I´ve never heard of this band” he said and you looked down at him.

“Los Campesinos?” he nodded and then hummed.

“Feels weird to wear a shirt from a band I´ve never heard of, feel like a poser” he talked so lowly, not disturbing the peace, focused on the tv.

“I have some records here, though my phonograph broke a few months ago,” you were just looking at him. “I could go get it fixed and then you can come over and we´ll listen to the albums I have, next time. I'm sure you´ll love them.”

Next time…

He smiled up at you, bright eyed “Yeah, sure, that sounds fantastic”

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himbovillain-anon · 1 year

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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?

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nelli-bo-belli · 2 years

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No One Ever Stays - Adrian Chase

Hey! This is my first post on tumblr, I have no clue what I'm doing but I offer this Adrian fic :)

Summary: Adrian starts preparing for the inevitable moment where his partner leaves him because they realize that they can’t deal with him.

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: One fbomb I think, if there is more curse words my apologies, angst and insecurity in a relationship. I think that's it.

Any day now it was bound to happen, Adrian was sure of it. Without fail it happened every time the relationship started to get ‘serious’. His partners always reached a breaking point and ended up leaving him. They all say the same exact thing, that he was just too much. Talked too much, moved too much, there was even one instance where his partner out right told him he was just too weird. So, as Adrian and Y/n’s anniversary got closer and closer he started to withdraw from them and the relationship. It helps him prepare for the inevitable break-up.

He stopped answering calls and only texted if he deemed it necessary. He spent damn near every night out as Vigilante, taking out his emotions on criminals. Y/n picked up on his distance after a few days of him giving excuse after excuse of why he couldn’t go see them or go out on a date with them, and it broke their heart a bit. They went through the last few times they actually saw Adrian and tried to figure out what they did to cause him to act this way, but they came up with nothing. Y/n had no idea what they did or how to fix it, seeing as he wouldn’t talk with them.

Adrian felt bad every time their name popped up on his phone when they called or texted, but he had convinced himself it was for the best. It would take him a while to recover from this break-up, he knew it would because he loved them more than anyone else. They were so different from the other people he dated. Always willingly listening to his tangents about what happened at work, what happened when he was patrolling the town, Y/n even talked about dinosaurs with him. No one ever shares his enthusiasm over dinosaurs, much less lets him just talk about it. He’d miss them a lot, hell he already did and they hadn’t even broken up yet.

Currently, Adrian was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. His phone started buzzing on the nightstand and he lifted his head to see who it was. A smile grew on his face at the sight of the name and picture (his contact picture for them was one he had taken when Y/n was asleep wearing one of his sweaters and he’s eighty percent sure they have no idea) only to quickly fall when it sunk in that they were calling. He fought with himself a bit before deciding to answer, only to be a second too late. Y/n is sent to voicemail and Adrian lets his head fall back onto the bed.

“I’m so sorry…” Adrian whispers, his guilt hitting him when he never received a second call or text. They were giving up on him, he was sure of it. He sniffled as a few tears slipped from his eyes. The silence of his room felt suffocating added with the crushing weight he felt on his chest. Before long his silent cries turned into full on sobs as he turned onto his side and curled up. “I’m so sorry Y/n…I fucked up…” He choked out, crying harder.

Adrian isn’t sure of when he fell asleep, only that it was now night and he was still incredibly exhausted. Crying drained more out of him than he thought possible, maybe because he kept it bottled up for so long. Loud, frantic knocks draw him out of his thoughts and he slowly gets up. He yells out saying he’ll be there in a second and the knocks cease. Rubbing at his eyes, he catches his reflection in his dresser mirror. Hair disheveled, glasses missing (when he lost them, he had no clue), and his eyes were red and puffy.

He quickly went to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face before going to the door. Not checking to see who it was, he just opened the door. “Y/n?” Adrian asked, surprised to see them. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m worried about you. You’re not answering my calls anymore and never have time to hang out anymore.” Y/n pauses, studying his face a bit. “Have you been crying?” They took a small step forward, reaching a hand out to cup his cheek. He unknowingly leaned into their hand, having missed their touch.

“I’m sorry I worried you.” Was all he said, his gaze moving to the floor.

“Adrian, can I come in?” They asked, swiping their thumb on his cheek. He nods after a minute, stepping back to let them walk in. After he shut the door behind them he walked towards the living room, leaving Y/n as they took off their shoes and coat.

When they finally joined him in the living room, he was already sitting on the couch. His leg was bouncing while he held his head in his hands. They slowly made their way over to him, sitting crossed legged and facing him. “Adrian,” Their voice was gentle as they called his name, only to receive little to no reaction. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Adrian didn’t move, but he sighed deeply. “It’s stupid.”

“If it’s making you this upset then I don’t think it’s stupid.” Y/n soothes, placing a hand on his arm.

He sighs again, but lowers his hands to his lap, letting Y/n grab one. They lace their fingers together and the corner of Adrian’s mouth quirks up before falling back into a frown. It takes him a while to gather his thoughts and courage to talk, Y/n knows this so they wait patiently. He still refuses to look at them, knowing that if he did he wouldn’t be able to speak.

“I wanna start by saying I’m sorry. I ignored you and neglected you.” Y/n opens their mouth to protest but he squeezes their hand. “I did, so just let me apologize for it.” After a moment they nod.

“Apology accepted.”

“It may not stay accepted for long.” Adrian says, the laugh following it void of any humor. “I have reasons for why I did what I did, they seem really stupid now but I swear I didn’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to protect myself, in a sense.” Y/n simply nods, giving him their undivided attention.

“I was intentionally distancing myself from you, from our relationship. But I have my reasons as to why.” Adrian explained quickly, finally looking at them. He expected to see sadness or anger at his confession but instead he only saw concern. He swallowed around the lump that was building in his throat as he continued. “In my past relationships, they uh…they normally leave by now.” He turns away from them again as fresh tears brim his eyes. “I got used to it and our relationship is at that point so I assumed it’d end soon and tried to help myself by withdrawing.”

Y/n’s heart broke as they listened to him. “Oh my love, why do you think I’d ever leave you?”

“They all do eventually. No one ever stays.” The tears start falling again and he doesn’t have the energy to try and hold them back. “Because I’m too much. Talk too much, move too much. I’m weird and no one can or ever will put up with it.” He’s full on sobbing again and Y/n is on the verge of crying as well.

They had no idea of how his past relationships had ended and to hear him crying openly was breaking their heart. Despite being together for so long already, they had never seen him like this and they were almost at a loss on what to do. They let go of his hand and wrapped both arms around Adrian’s shoulders, letting his head rest on their shoulder. Y/n whispered whatever they could to comfort him as he cried and ran one hand through his hair, one of the things he loved. “Shh love, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” Y/n paused to kiss the side of his head. “I love you too much to ever leave you.”

The confession made Adrian cry ever harder as he now wrapped his arms around their waist, pulling them to straddle his lap. Y/n continued to let him cry, knowing he just needed to get it all out. He’d bottled it up for too long, never letting himself feel the sadness he felt every time someone left, and not the dam was broken and he felt it all. When his sobs turned into sniffles and hiccups, they slowly pulled back to see his face.

“I need you to listen to me, can you do that darling?” Adrian nodded as they cupped his cheeks, wiping away his tears. “I love you. I love listening to you talk about anything and everything. I love how you are always doing something, whether it be actual work or just simply moving around because you were still for too long. It makes you, you.” Y/n leans forward, placing a kiss on his forehead. “You are not weird. You will never be weird, not to me.” They then place a kiss on his nose, effectively getting a small smile from him. “Without you, I don’t know where or who I would be. You’ve shown me that it’s okay to be myself, even when others are watching. You’ve made me a better person and you make me so incredibly happy.” Y/n brought their forehead to rest on his. “I love you. And I will always remind you of that.”

Adrian smiled at them, the first full genuine smile that Y/n has seen since they got there. Closing the small gap between them, he places a short, love filled kiss on their lips. “I love you too.”

His arms around them tightened as he buried his face back into their shoulder. Y/n hugged him back just as tight and that’s how they sat for a while. Just the two of them getting familiar again with the touch of the other after being apart for weeks. They felt Adrian’s head turn right before they felt teeth on their neck. He didn’t bite down hard, just enough for Y/n to feel it. Laughing, they did the same back to him before pulling back to look at his face again.

“Bed?” Y/n asked, taking in the tired but happy expression he had.

“That involves getting up.” He said quietly.

“Sleeping in a bed is more comfortable than sleeping on a couch.” Y/n stated as they tried getting up, only to be pulled right back down.

“Nooooo, stay.” Adrian whined, pouting up at Y/n.

“You’re cute,” Y/n booped his nose before continuing. “But no. You’ll sleep better in bed, come on.”

Y/n grabbed his hands and stood, pulling him up as well. He was still pouting but followed them to the bedroom. Acting as if they lived there, Y/n walked to his dresser and pulled out something for them both to sleep in. They handed him the clothes and gently nudged him to the bathroom. “Wash your face to get rid of the tear tracks and snot.” Y/n teased lightly, laughing as Adrian rolled his eyes playfully.

He did as they asked though and by the time he returned to the bedroom, they were already laying down waiting for him. Opening their arms, he flicked off the light before stumbling his way to the bed. He laid on top of them, his head resting on their chest as he listened to their heartbeat. Y/n gently carded their hand through his hair, only pausing when he lifted his head to look at them.

“Thank you, for everything. I really do love you. I’m grateful to have you in my life and you’ve made me so incredibly happy.” He whispers and Y/n smiles at him.

“You do not need to thank me. I do it because I love you and your happiness is my top priority.” Adrian moves up slightly to kiss their lips and they both smile into the kiss. “Good night.”

“Good night baby.”

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modern-vellichor · 2 years

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okay! I was wondering if u could maybe do an adrian chase x fem!reader in which, one: there's already an established relationship between the two and two: reader is a witch and has the power to use dark magic, control demons. however, her powers can go a little haywire but with adrian comforting her, she does alright. however! what if adrian's not there to comfort her during one of the missions.

basically, while adrian is away doing a separate mission, she and the rest of the team are out on a mission of their own yet chris keeps jabbing her about her powers, treating her like a child. things take a turn when she goes berserk on him and almost hurts him. with adrian gone, she's filled with guilt and doesn't really talk much after. some angst, maybe a slight bit of spice and a happy ending of course! maybe a part 2 to this as well? was thinking maybe amanda waller ends up getting reader into Arkham but adrian and the team have to bail her out.

please? thank u! 💜💜💜

warnings: idek? violence? a/n: this is super short bc i am super uninspired.

"Why can't Vig come with me?" You stared at Harcourt.

"Because he's going with Murn. And you're coming with Smith and I."

You just kept staring. You knew you couldn't argue with her. She looked back apologetically. Adrian put a gloved hand on your shoulder. You couldn't see his face through the visor.

"'s okay," he whispered. "Ill be back before you know it, babe."

You nodded. He gave your shoulder one last squeeze before following Murn out the door. You stuck around, waiting for Harcourt to give you and Chris the green light to go.

"is his dick big?" Chris whispered.

"Shut up, Smith," you kept your eyes trained on the knife you were polishing. "leave me alone."

"You can tell me," he nudges you with his elbow. "I'm his best friend."

"piss off."

Chris was always annoying. Usually you had a mediator, someone there to prevent you from killing each other. Usually that mediator was Adebayo, sometimes even Adrian. He never wanted to see his two favourite people fighting. You ignored Chris's bickering for another ten minutes before Harcourt waltzed past, barking orders. You scrambled out of your seat with Chris on your heels.

You and Peacemaker played so well during the mission. You were both so focused on your orders, and doing right, that neither of you made a single back-handed comment while you were out. And then you returned to the van. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, residing anger floating off of you in waves. You sat on the curb, brewing, covered in blood. Chris towered over you, arms crossed over his chest. Chris had quickly returned to his regular self and you were still cooling down.

"Kinda glad Adrian didn't come on this mission," he grinned.

"Why?" You spat through bared teeth.

"'Cause otherwise you woulda gone fucking cockdumb. You're like a total bimbo when he's around," he laughed.

"Shut up, Smith."

"You know I'm right. You're so whipped."

"Just fuck off."

He took a large step closer. You could feel him next to you. You kept your eyes on the concrete in front of you. Chris nudged you with his boot. You didn't respond. He nudged you again. He just kept nudging you, and nudging you, and fucking nudging you. Then you snapped. You screamed, and no noise came out of your mouth. Purple light blinded you. Harcourt his behind the van, but Chris faced the full force of the blast. His ears rang, screams clouding his brain. He was flown in the air and landed, spluttering and coughing on his back twenty feet away.

Harcourt tried to coax you back into the van. You wouldn't go near Chris. You felt guilty. Even Chris tried to get you in the car. He insisted that it was awesome, and that nothing cooler will ever happen to him. But you were dangerous. You didn't even walk back to the office. You walked straight home.

You locked the apartment door behind you. You had totally forgotten about Adrian, who was already on his way home. You tore your suit off of your body and collapsed onto your bed. Adrian let himself in, you didn't hear him from under your pile of blankets. He tiptoed through your home, shedding his suit.

He found you curled up in your bed, crying quietly. He didn't say anything as he slid under the covers behind you. He pressed soft kisses to your shoulders and your neck, his hands massaging your bare sides. You whimpered as he nipped a bruise into your skin.

"Adebayo told me what happened," he whispered.

"Don't wanna talk about it," you said, pushing your hips back against his, trying to distract him.

"It wasn't your fault," his hands moved to hold your hips still and you whined again.

You didn't say anything. Adrian didn't either. He just turned you around and wrapped you in his arms. He held you close as you continued to cry. He could feel your tears soaking his chest. He never said a word.

All you wanted was to be held.

#adrian chase x you #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x y/n #adrian chase x gender neutral reader #adrian chase fluff #adrian chase smut #adrian chase x female reader #adrian chase fic #adrian chase fanfiction

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1-imaginary-girl · 1 year

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Something I Love More

Adrian Chase x Reader

Summary: Amanda Waller has one very strict rule: no dating among team members. So when she finds out that you and Vigilante have been dating, she gives you an option. But it’s going to require a sacrifice. Reader is gender-neutral.

Warnings: A bit angsty, fluff at the end

Word Count: 5658

A/N: School has become even more overwhelming and stressful than usual as it’s starting to wrap up for the semester. So instead of working on that, I’ve gone back to the work that brings me joy. Featuring one of my fav boys <3

“Do you know why I’ve called you in to see me this morning, Agent Y/L/N?” Amanda Waller says. She’s sat behind a glass desk, sitting in a black leather chair. Her posture is unflinching, as is her guarded expression. You’re sat across from her in a rather uncomfortable chair. You wonder if it was made like that on purpose, like how an interrogation room can be made to make the suspect feel uneasy.

Still, you aim to mirror her serious and emotionless expression, not wanting to give away anything. Least of all your confusion.

As you were getting ready to leave your place for work, you got an anonymous call. The caller said they were calling on behalf of Ms. Waller and that you were to meet her at her office in ten minutes. Ever since you and the rest of the 11th Street Kids set up a home base in Evergreen, Waller commandeered a temporary office of her own for supervision purposes. The team really only saw her when it was serious.

Which explains your bundle of nerves as you sit in an uncomfortable chair, pressing down on your leg to stop it from bouncing. “I’m afraid I don’t know, ma’am,” you say while maintaining eye contact. You’ve been working with Waller for long enough to know how to navigate a conversation without making any “mistakes.”

Waller sighs. “I was hoping you’d tell me the truth when it came down to it,” she says, her eyes flicking down at her desk and then back at you. “I’m afraid I overestimated your loyalty.”

This causes you to furrow your eyebrows and your heart rate to pick up. “I don’t understand—”

“It’s come to my attention that you and Mr. Chase are in a romantic relationship.” A silence falls over the two of you as her commanding eyes piece into your fearful ones. This was not what you expected.

It’s true. When you first arrived in this town, you felt drawn to the cute yet odd busboy at Fennel Fields. Then came Vigilante who you also felt a connection with. When you learned that the two were actually the same man, you knew you were in trouble. After the terrifying battle with the butterflies at the farm, you knew you were falling in love. So when the team decided to plant roots here, you confessed your feelings. His reaction still warms your heart as he literally jumped for joy.

The two of you have been dating for a few months now and even live in the same apartment (a little fast, you’ll admit, but it seemed like a better idea than trying to find your own place only to spend most of your time together anyway). He has been the best boyfriend you could ask for. You’ve never felt this way about anyone else.

And yet, despite your happiness, there was a lingering threat. A threat that started when Adrian officially became a part of the team. Your team had demanded that Waller accept him because he helped save the world. After a series of government evaluations such as character evals, psychological evals, physical evals, and even intelligence evals (some of which you’re not sure how Adrian passed), he became officially a part of the team. You suspect that Waller likes that he’s morally grey, efficient, and loyal.

Anyway, the threat was Waller’s strict rule on not having romantic entanglements with your fellow teammates. Waller feels that it will distract you from your real mission, her mission, and fears it will threaten your loyalties to her. She’s right.

“Ma’am, I-I can explain—”

“Don’t insult us both by lying. I already know it’s true.” That statement causes you to pause in your panic. Did one of your teammates leak this information? How else can she be so sure? Is she spying on you? She must have seen the gears turning in your head because she says, “I have my ways.”

Though that didn’t help, you also doubted that any of your teammates would rat you two out. “So,” she says. “Are you and Mr. Chase engaged in a romantic relationship?”

There was only one way to answer. “Yes. The two of us are dating,” you say, straightening your back, even more, to try to amplify your confidence.

“Despite the fact that it is strictly forbidden to date your teammate?” Your confidence wavers, but you try not to let it show.

“Yes.”

“May I ask why?” You hesitate, not expecting that kind of question. You know no answer will satisfy her. You may as well tell the truth.

“Because I love him.” You know it sounds silly. You are supposed to be a professional agent, a trained killer, a loyal soldier, and yet here you are admitting to being in love. Love is weakness in Waller’s eyes, and that’s what you had thought too. That was before you knew what it felt like.

A look of disappointment seems to wash over her face, and though you dislike her vehemently, some desperate part of you is saddened by this. “I see.” She seems to take her time and allow the silence to speak for her. “Very well. As you have directly disobeyed the rules, you must now be prepared to face the consequences.”

You can feel your chest tighten as a new wave of anxiety washes over you. This is it. You have no idea what the consequences are, but you’re determined to maintain your brave face. “What’s going to happen?” you ask, not betraying any emotion as she had trained you.

“That’s up to you.” You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head in confusion. “I’m going to give you three options to choose from.”

“Wait, shouldn’t Adrian be here for this?” you ask. You assume it will affect the both of you.

“I am leaving the decision up to you. I trust you to make the right call.” You don’t like the sound of that. Your fingers itch to grab your phone and text Adrian. You wish he were here with you.

“Option one,” Waller begins. “Is simply that the two of you terminate the relationship.”

Never going to happen, you think but don’t dare say out loud.

“Option two is I reassign you to a different team,” she says. “Team Alpha over in Alaska would benefit from having someone of your skillset.” Your eyes widen, but still, you bite your tongue. You don’t want to leave all of your friends, and this option still pulls you and Adrian apart, only with distance.

“And option three?” you ask hesitantly.

“Option three is that I fire Mr. Chase from your team and he will no longer be able to contact the other team members, besides yourself. If he tries to do so, we will have him arrested. There are a plethora of charges I could choose from.”

Your heart sinks, weighing heavy in your stomach. None of these options are even comprehensible.

“Is…is there no other option?” you ask. Waller looks shocked as she glares at you.

“I believe I am already being quite generous by giving you the opportunity to decide for yourself. Do not push me, Agent Y/L/N, or I will entrust the decision to myself,” she says. You nod and look down at her desk.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, ma’am.” But you don’t know what else to say to her. Your mind is scrambling, trying to picture some future in which any of these options work out, but you keep coming up empty. Luckily, Waller seems to sense this.

“I will give you a moment to think about it before coming to a decision,” she says. Without another word, she stands from her desk and exits her office to do God knows what. Meanwhile, you’re still frozen in your chair. You think over your options once more.

The first is not even a question. You will not be breaking up with the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, the first man you’ve truly loved. You can no longer imagine yourself without Adrian by your side.

The second could be possible but it’s no better. You could try for long distance, but it would be painful. Plus, you would have to leave your other friends on the 11th Street Kids. The six of you have really bonded and have become a true team ever since you saved the world. You couldn’t leave them behind.

And the third breaks your heart completely. Adrian has finally found a group of friends, real friends, whom he can work with. You know that he’s always secretly wanted to work with others while doing the whole vigilante thing. But if he gets fired, he won’t even be able to partner with Chris. He would be alone again. No, you couldn’t do that to him.

You can’t make a decision, and you’re dreading the moment Waller comes back in. You feel trapped, like you’re suffocating, and right when you hear the click-clack of heels walking toward you, an idea comes to you.

“Have you come to a decision?” Waller asks as she re-enters her office.

“Yes, I have,” you say. Waller looks you over, unsure about your new confidence and, possible joy.

“So what will it be?”

“I’ve decided to quit.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m quitting,” you say.

“Over a man? I thought I had taught you better than this,” Waller sighs.

“For love, actually. And I guess you were wrong.” Waller gives you another disappointed look, and you try to ignore it.

“Very well then,” Waller says. “I will have the paperwork written up and sent for you to sign. You were a good agent. Your skills will be missed.” That’s as sentimental as you’ve ever heard the woman. “Farewell. And good luck.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” You sense that the conversation is over so you give her a court nod, her expression remaining unflinching as you exit the room.

Once you’re in the hallway, you take a breath. You still haven’t really processed what just happened. You can’t come to regret your decision as it was the best choice, and yet a part of you is still sad. It only gets worse when you realize you had a meeting with the team to get to. It’s okay, you think, you’ll still get to see them. It’s not like you’re leaving for good. That’s what you tell yourself as you begin your drive over to the video store that has become your base of operations.

It’s only once you’ve parked your car and looked at the front doors of the store, where all of your friends are, that reality finally catches up to you. The severity of your decision washes over you like a tidal wave and your body tenses up.

You quit. You actually quit your job. The job you’ve been training for practically your whole life, the one you’ve devoted your life to. You’ve been known to make rash decisions from time to time but this takes the cake.

Your breathing starts to pick up as panic tries to take over. Focus, you tell yourself. There’s time to freak out about all of this later. Right now, you just have to get through this conversation.

But you know the minute you tell everyone about this, the situation will become real. Like, no going back real. It’ll be fine. After you take a few deep breaths and shove your emotions deep inside of you, you exit your car. Even so, panicked questions begin to berate you as you make your way to the door.

Why did I do this? Why did I have to quit? Why am I throwing away my life’s work? Why—

You enter the building and immediately lock eyes with your boyfriend. Oh, that’s why. Adrian offers you a big smile and you can feel the questions fade away. You instead focus on him.

“Hey babe!” he says as he makes his way over to you. “How’d it go? OH, I got you some coffee. I didn’t know how long you’d be so I got you an iced coffee because the coffee was going to end up cold either way, right? So anyway, that’s in the breakroom fridge, no pressure if you don’t want to drink it, I just thought you might want it after your long morning—”

You grab his face and pull him into a kiss. Him. Your beautiful, considerate, and loving boyfriend. That’s what all this was for, and right now, you only feel joy at the thought of him going out of his way to make your morning a little bit better.

You break from the kiss and Adrian has the cutest flustered look on his face, accompanied by a smile. “I love you,” you tell him. More than you know.

“All that for coffee?” he asks, bringing a smile to your face. Before you can say anything else, a voice cuts you off.

“Can we get back to the meeting, please?” Harcourt says. You almost jump in surprise. You glance over Adrian’s shoulder and only then notice the rest of the team sitting in the middle of the room with a presentation behind them.

Oh, right, you think as heat starts to spread to your cheeks. “Sorry,” you say. Adrian doesn’t blink an eye as he turns around.

“I’m not,” he says. Wanting to move past this, you grab Adrian’s hand and drag him over to the rest of the group. You take a seat and he follows suit, looking very pleased.

“As I was saying—” Harcourt says but then is immediately cut off.

“How’d your meeting with Waller go?” Peacemaker asks you. Harcourt looks pissed but then changes her expression to curious as she looks at you. And just like that, all eyes are on you. Why does this seem more torturous than actual torture?

“Surprisingly well,” you say, lying through your teeth.

“What did she want to talk to you about?” Adebayo asks.

You clear your throat. “Actually, it was me who wanted to talk to her.” Again, lies. You hate lying, especially to Adrian, but there was no way you were going to tell him the real reason behind the visit. He would only do something stupid like get himself fired, or possibly arrested.

“Wait what? What did you want to talk to her about?” Adrian asks. Deep breaths, you tell yourself. Your eyes flitter to each person until you land on the floor. Quit stalling. It’s just like ripping off a bandaid.

You lift your head up and say, “I quit.” Dead silence seems to choke the room and you hold your breath, waiting for a reaction. Well, you got it.

“What?”

“What are you talking about?”

“This is a joke, right?”

“What the fuck?”

Their faces all display emotions of hurt and confusion. You don’t dare look at the man beside you. “I know this may come as a bit of a shock—” you try to explain.

“A bit?!” Adebayo exclaims.

“Getting zapped by an outlet is a bit of a shock, you just threw lightning at us!” Economos shouts.

“Where is this coming from?” Adrian asks from beside you in a softer tone. You risk a glance at him, and his hurt expression breaks your heart. He would have been a lot sadder if you had to move to Alaska.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, the idea of changing things up, and I finally made up my mind this morning,” you say, using a calm expression and trying not to show any emotions.

“This just doesn’t make sense, you love your job. You said it was your dream job,” Harcourt says, eyeing you more suspiciously than the others. You make a note not to look her directly in the eyes.

“I do love it, but it’s all I’ve ever done. I want to try something new,” you say, trying to convince yourself as well as the others. Another eruption of questions begins, the confrontation triggering your fight or flight. Normally, you’d always go with fight. But that doesn’t seem to be getting you anywhere.

“I’m sorry I had to tell you this way. I didn’t expect everything to happen so quickly,” you say over the noise. “We’ll still see each other and hang out like normal, nothing has to change.” This doesn’t deter your friends as they keep asking you questions you don’t know the answer to. “On that note, however, I don’t think Waller would be too pleased to hear I sat in on a confidential meeting.”

You stand up and quickly make your way to the doors, heading straight for your car. You don’t look back as you peel out of there, and though you feel guilty, you also feel relieved to be alone to process your feelings.

Normal jobs would give you two more weeks after quitting; however that’s not how Amanda Waller works. If you quit, you’re out. Just like that. No time to slowly transition. God you hate that woman.

It doesn’t take you long to get to your apartment and then you quickly hurry to get inside, just wanting to curl up on the couch for comfort. Your shoes are carelessly tossed to the side as you fall into the cozy embrace of your couch.

You had time to pull yourself together before Adrian got home from work. At least, that’s what you thought. Just as you were about to finally let out your emotions, you hear the door being unlocked. Goddamnit. Of course, he would follow you. Of course, he would want answers. Of course, you wouldn’t be allowed to have a breakdown in private.

You sit up and calm yourself down just as Adrian comes barrelling in. “Um, what the fuck was that?” he asks. You begrudgingly put on your emotional armour and turn to face him.

“What do you mean?” you ask, and then regret it as Adrian begins to flip out.

“What do I mean?! I mean why the fuck did you just quit? And why is this the first time I’m hearing about it?” This is unfair, you think. Adrian is supposed to be the one person in this world who you can share everything with. Who you can confide in and seek comfort in. Now, you have to lie to him like everyone else. This is for his own good.

“I know you’re upset—”

“Upset?!”

“But can you please stop yelling at me?” He looks like he’s about to argue with you when he closes his eyes and forcefully takes a breath. When he looks at you again, you wish he would yell because there’s that sad fucking look of his that has the power to shatter your heart in seconds.

“Will you please tell me what the fuck is going on?” he asks you calmly, though you can tell he’s still hurt and confused.

“I’m serious about quitting, Adrian,” you tell him.

“But why didn’t you tell me before?” he says as he comes to sit beside you on the couch. “I thought we told each other everything.” Ouch.

“I didn’t know if I would go through with it,” you say. “And telling you…only would have made it more real.” You look at him and try to comfort him a little. “I really didn’t want to leave, I love working with you and everyone else. This is just something I have to do, for me.”

You take his hand and squeeze it, desperately hoping he wouldn’t be so upset with you anymore. “I…I guess that makes sense,” Adrian grumbles. “I still wish you would have talked to me first.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You sit like that, waiting for him to speak.

“Is there any way I can change your mind?” he asks softly. “I liked having you as a partner, both on and off the field.” This man is pulling on your heartstrings.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not changing my mind.” He nods sadly. There’s a moment of silence. “Will the others be mad you left?”

He shrugs. “Probably,” he says. “I guess I should be leaving.”

“Yeah.” For a few moments, he doesn’t leave. You can tell he’s having trouble processing this whole thing. Then he takes a deep breath and stands up, your hand falling back onto your lap.

He starts to leave when you call out to him. “Wait!” you say and he turns around. “No goodbye kiss?” That elicits a small smile from him. He walks back over and gives you a quick kiss.

“I’m going to miss doing that at work,” he says and you playfully shove him. The two of you are smiling and your heart feels a little lighter.

“Get out of here already,” you say jokingly.

“I am quite tempting—”

“Go!” you giggle. He heads for the door. “I’ll see you later okay?”

“Okay, love you, bye!”

“Love you bye!” And with that he’s gone. A smile is left lingering on your face but soon your thoughts catch up to you and you finally break down.

†††

A week has passed since you officially quit the team. Once you let yourself feel upset about it all, you decide to make the most of it. Sure, your job had been your life’s work but maybe there were other interests of yours that you hadn’t discovered.

You’ve looked through help wanted ads in the local newspaper but nothing appealed to you. Nothing online either. But that’s okay, you reassure yourself. This is good, some time just for you, away from work. Except that you’ve been bored out of your mind.

This past week, you have cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, fixed some minor house repairs, learned how to cook at least one meal and baked a shit ton of cookies. Not that Adrian minded that last part.

Adrian. He has been so supportive throughout all of this. Pointing out jobs he thinks you might like, encouraging hobbies, even trying to get you into DND. Which makes the lying all the more difficult. You want to tell him, but you know that would only complicate matters. No, unfortunately you will have to learn to live with this lie.

Meanwhile, the topic had yet to settle back at the video store. “It just doesn’t make any sense!” Harcourt says as she and Adebayo walk into the store from their lunch break.

“What doesn’t make sense?” Economos asks.

“Harcourt misses Y/N,” Adebayo replies with a little smile and Harcourt gives her an angry look. Adrian perks up instantly at the sound of your name.

“You think you miss them?! What about me?” he asks with a slight pout. He missed having his beautiful, sexy, funny, perfect partner by his side. Especially on the field, when normally he would know you’d be there to watch his back.

“Vig, you see them literally every other second of the day,” Chris says with slight annoyance.

“But I miss seeing them every second of the day. It’s not the same.” Though he respects your decision, that doesn’t mean he can’t be a little upset about it.

“Okay, do I miss having the only competent team member other than myself? Yes,” Harcourt says which earns a crowd of offended protests. “But it’s not just that. Something about the whole situation just seems…I don’t know, off.”

The rest of the group kind of agrees. But Adrian feels he has to defend you. “Look guys, I know we all miss them because they’re literally the most perfect being to exist,” he says without even thinking, which causes a few groans. “But it’s their decision so we have to support it.” Adebayo nods her head in agreement, but the rest are unconvinced.

“But doesn’t it seem a little suspicious to you?” Harcourt asks him. Despite the fact that Adrian has had some doubts lurking in the back of his mind, he acts ignorant.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I mean, they don’t mention anything to you about quitting before and then suddenly after a meeting with Waller, it’s all about experimenting bullshit.”

“Wait, you think Waller has something to do with this?” Chris asks.

“I mean, it wouldn’t surprise me,” Adebayo adds in.

“It’s possible,” John says. But this doesn’t sit right with Adrian.

“Stop! It has nothing to do with Waller. Because that would mean that Y/N lied to us, to me. Why would they do that?” Adrian asks, half talking to himself because what they’re saying is starting to make sense. But he doesn’t want them to be right. “I mean, what could Waller say to make them quit her dream job?”

Adrian thinks the conversation is over as a quiet falls over the room. But suddenly, he sees Harcourt’s face light up with realization. And she must have been thinking the same thing, because Adebayo looks at her with the same face. It has Adrian’s stomach turning.

“What? What was that?” Adrian asks them.

“Nothing,” they both say.

“You guys totally just figured it out,” Chris says. It seems the boys are struggling to come to the same conclusion.

“No we didn’t,” Adebayo tries to say casually but she’s not the greatest liar.

“Tell me,” Adrian says, desperately looking between the two of them who refuse to look at him. Finally, Harcourt sighs.

“Look, I think you should talk to Y/N about it,” she says. He looks to Adebayo to see her nodding. The two of them won’t say anything else. Adrian’s mind is in a frenzy and he needs answers.

“Fine,” he says before walking out the door.

“I didn’t mean right now—forget it,” Harcourt sighs, giving up on calling after him.

†††

You’re on the couch watching reruns on TV because why not, and eating some cookies you made. “Damn, maybe I could be a baker,” you say with your mouth full. Just as a new show starts to play, you hear the door open and see Adrian.

“Oh, hey babe,” you say, a bit relieved to have a distraction. “What are you doing back so early?”

“I need to talk to you,” he says and it’s only then that you take in his serious demeanour. The look worries you and the thought of your secret bubbles to your mind’s surface. No, there’s no way he knows.

“Okay.” He walks over to the couch and you see he’s thinking hard about something. And he isn’t looking at you. “Is everything okay?”

“You wouldn’t lie to me, right?” he asks. Your stomach drops and suddenly the cookies you ate feel like lead.

“Where is this coming from?” Your palms begin to sweat so you place them in your lap. Adrian then looks right at you and it feels like a spotlight is shining directly on you.

“The team doesn’t believe the reason you gave for quitting. And I want to believe you, so tell me you wouldn’t lie.”

He’s looking at you with his big, honest eyes and for the first time, you falter under interrogation. You’re not sure how far you’re willing to dig yourself into this hole. What if you end up ruining the relationship with this? Then it was all for nothing. It’s too much.

“You know the answer to that,” you say, trying to find some way out of this.

“Why won’t you just say it?” he asks, and you hear a bit of hurt in his voice. He’s looking at you, and you want to cry because it’s like you’re stabbing him in the heart and your heartbeat is in your ears and it’s all too much.

“Because it’s a stupid question!” You get up from the couch and walk towards the kitchen, looking for an escape to breathe.

“You did lie.” You are no longer looking at him but you know he’s walked over to you. You cannot believe that all this pain was from Amanda fucking Waller of all people. Will she cause the end of your relationship after all. “But…why?”

“Adrian,” you say, your voice cracking with emotion. You clear it and look at him. “It’s personal.”

“Why won’t you answer me?” he asks, his tone shifting from hurt to anger.

“Because it’s none of your business!” You’re trying, you’re trying so hard to keep this plan together. To keep the two of you together.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s complicated.”

“What’s complicated?” Your throat has seemingly closed up. You think if you open your mouth, everything will fall out. But keeping it inside is killing you, both of you. “Y/N, why would you leave your dream job? You love that job—”

“Well maybe I realized I love something more!” The words fall out of your mouth before you can process them. You’re looking at him and your eyes are wide because you don’t know what just happened. Adrian looks slightly taken aback by a legit response, but his curiosity is still infused with frustration.

“What could you possibly love more?”

“YOU, YOU IDIOT!” you yell out because you can’t take it anymore. The room is silent and you’re both slightly out of breath from your yelling match. Neither of you know what to do. You close your eyes and sigh, realizing the game is up. “Shit.”

“What?” he asks in a small voice.

“I chose you,” you say just as quiet, giving him an honest look with your emotions on full display.

“Chose me—what does that mean?” He walks closer to you as the wall seems to crumble from between you. You know there’s no going back.

“Waller found out that we were dating.” When his confusion doesn’t dwindle, you explain further. “She has a very strict no dating between teammates.”

“Oh,” he says and you realize he wasn’t aware of that. “So, that was what your meeting was about?”

“Yeah, she sort of sprung it on me.” Adrian’s right in front of you and you’re nervous to tell him the truth but you’re sick of having secrets between the two of you.

“So, how does this lead to you quitting?” he asks, and the conversation feels soft. You sigh.

“Waller gave me 3 choices as to how to move on,” you say as he eagerly waits for your explanation. “The first was that we break up—”

“Absolutely not,” he says with wide, panicked eyes. You reach out and take his hand, squeezing it. The action seems to calm him down.

“I know,” you say softly. “The second was that I move to Alaska—”

“What? No no, she can’t—”

“Adrian,” you cut off his ramblings. He’s gripping your hand tight, so you bring it up and kiss the back of his. His breathing slows back down. “I didn’t choose that. I’m not leaving you.”

He nods, trying to reassure himself of that thought. “And the third?” he asks with a nervous gaze.

You look away. “The third, is that she fires you from the team.”

“Okay—”

“And she would have you arrested if you tried to contact any of the others.”

“Oh.” He deflates and you know you made the right call.

“But it’s okay, none of those things are going to happen.” You give him a reassuring smile and try to meet his gaze. His eyebrows scrunch together.

“Wait, you quitting wasn’t even an option.” Your smile falters as he looks back at you with sad eyes. “You chose to quit?”

“I told you, I chose you.” He doesn’t seem satisfied with that answer. You reach up and take his face in your hands. “It’s okay. It was my choice. Besides, it was the best option.”

“What if I quit?” he says, moving away.

“No, Adrian you love your job.”

“So do you!” he shoots back. Fair point.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure the rules on arresting you would still apply. Me being unemployed is better than you behind bars.”

That isn’t enough for him. “There has to be another way,” he looks at you as you take his hands in yours. “I’m not letting you quit your job for me.”

“Would you rather I move to Alaska?” you ask, half-joking.

“Fuck no, you know that’s not what I meant.”

“Adrian, there’s no other way,” you say. “I’ve come to terms with it.” There’s a pause in the conversation before you see Adrian’s eyes light up.

“What if we pretend to break up?” he asks, excitedly. You simply stare at him.

“What?”

“Think about it,” he explains. “We tell Waller we broke up, and then we can still work together. It’s perfect.”

“It’s stupid,” you say, confused. “It’ll never work.”

“It’s worth a try.”

“What if we get caught?”

He pauses. “Then we’ll figure it out.” You sigh and he catches your eye. “Please?” His blue eyes are begging you.

“Fine.” He pumps his fist in celebration which makes you smile. “But we have to be careful.”

“We will, we will, this’ll be great!” He grabs your face and kisses your forehead, all while wearing a goofy smile. It makes you happier than you’ve been all week.

“Hey,” you say, and drawing his attention to you. “I love you.”

His eyes soften and so does his smile. “I know.” Your jaw drops and his face looks surprised as you lightly hit him. He runs away giggling and you chase after him.

“How dare you Han Solo me right now!” You catch up to him only for him to catch you in his arms and lift you up. He plants kisses all over your face.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says in between pecks and your playful anger slips away. You slide back down to the ground. Your guilt comes back.

“I’m sorry I lied to you. I hated doing it, I just...thought it was the right thing to do,” you say gnawing on your lip.

“It’s alright, I understand,” he says, pulling your lip away from your teeth. “I probably would’ve done the same. But no more lies, promise?” He offers out his pinky finger.

“I promise,” you say as you wrap your pinky around his. He smiles and you can’t help but pull him down for a kiss. He quickly reciprocates, pulling you close. Your tongues meet, swirling in and out of each other’s mouths. You let your worries melt away as you relax into the kiss. After a few moments, you pull away, biting his lip before releasing it with a smirk. He chases your lips but smiles.

“It’s going to be alright,” he says, reading your thoughts. “We’re going to figure this out together.”

You’re not sure if it was Adrian’s hopeful optimism or the happiness flooding your brain, but you believe him.

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