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honeycombstrawberry · 2 years

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now we're partners in crime

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: e+ (sexual content, drinking)

word count: 7,088

one-sentence synopsis: you and adrian probably shouldn't have been left alone on your mission to las vegas-- but you're not sure you can bring yourself to regret that night, either.

author's note: thank you all for being so good to me as i start writing fic at a more normal pace!!!!! i'm so happy to write for you all!!!!!! and i am currently DROWNING in emotions!!!!! about so many things!!!!!!!! including adrian!!!!!!!!! i'm so happy to know you all!!!!!!!

>>> read on ao3!! <<<

Most of the missions you and the rest of the 11th Street Kids get are in the middle of nowhere, so you don’t think there’s anything wrong with you all enjoying yourself when you’re assigned on a mission in Las Vegas.

You are a little surprised when Chris is the one who suggests you all get drinks together. It’s almost eleven o’clock at night, but there’s nothing more any of you can do for the mission tonight.

“Yeah, for sure, buddy!” Adrian agrees quickly, easily. He looks to you with such an eager expression that you just— you have to go with him. You think it’s probably okay for you to agree, even if the two of you are trying to keep your relationship secret. You aren’t the only one who wants to go, anyway; all of you do. As soon as you agree, Leota does, and then John does, and then Emilia does— and then all of you are going, much to your delight.

You like spending time with all of them. They’re your friends; at this point, the five of them are practically your family.

It takes your little family less than an hour to get colossally fucked up.

It’s fun, to let loose and drink and dance and not worry about anything else. Spending time with them when you’re not under violent threat just reminds you how much you really do love spending time with them. You and Leota spend time talking together, and you and Emilia do shots together, and you and Chris end up dancing together, and you and John briefly escape from the hotel’s bar into its casino. It’s so much fucking fun.

And through all of it, there’s Adrian. The further into the night you get, the lower and lower your inhibitions become. His, too. It starts becoming foggy to both of you why you’re trying to keep your relationship a secret.

Before, it seemed so vital to keep your lives safely separated, so neither of you would be reassigned, or used against the other, or damaged too badly if something goes wrong. In this line of work, it’s difficult to find somebody you can connect with, and even harder to maintain that connection. You try not to be so naive as to think you and Adrian will actually work out, but— It feels like you could.

Anyways, you tried staying away from each other, and it didn’t work. All it did was make the both of you miserable. When you finally caved and got together, it was pretty much the best day of your life— and of his. Both of you are extremely hesitant to do anything that could damage the fragile structure of the relationship you’ve been building in secret.

It all seemed so important before, but tonight, you can’t get yourself to care about any of those reasons. All you keep doing is looking across the bar, or the table, or the dance floor, or the casino, and seeing Adrian, Adrian, Adrian, and you can’t really remember why you’re not supposed to touch him.

It’s not you that breaks first, anyways. It’s him.

Once you and John have escaped the bar to wander through the casino, looking for a fun and easy way to lose a little bit of money but still have a hoot, it doesn’t take long for Adrian to come looking for you. He thought you’d still been out on the dance floor with Chris, but then he’d looked up from his drunkenly deep conversation with Leota only to see Chris with Emilia. You were nowhere to be found.

He noticed not long after that John, too, was nowhere to be found, and then he was on the hunt for you. He barely noticed the end of his conversation, distracted by his fuzzy one-track mind already as he pushes to his feet and starts searching for you.

Adrian ends up finding you attempting to play blackjack. You’re too drunk to remember the rules, if you ever knew them; John’s trying his best to help you win, but he keeps losing focus and staring down at your hands holding the cards. You’re trying to focus, to put the pieces of the game together, when Adrian practically trips into your side, jostling you and John. For a moment, you think it’s a stranger, and you’re frowning, ready to shove them back—

—And then you realize it’s Adrian, and you lean right into him, wrapping your arms around him in an automatic hug, tight and warm and far too much if you’re just friends.

You jerk back after a beat, realizing John is there and he can easily see this. Your brain moves foggily with you, even as Adrian drapes his arm across your shoulders, looking down at your cards.

“What’s this?” Adrian asks.

“Blackjack,” you answer.

“No,” the croupier corrects you, “it’s three card poker.”

You look down at your cards, then start laughing. Turning to John, you can’t really stop laughing, telling him, “That’s— That’s why we’re losing so fucking bad—”

John falls apart laughing, too, until the both of you are a mess and the croupier is practically begging you to just leave. Half the other players are drunk, too, but you’ve lost interest, allowing Adrian and John to guide you up and away from the game.

“What next?” you ask, looking over the colors and lights with the over-awake excitement of someone who hasn’t started crashing yet.

“Hey, Economos, Harcourt was actually looking for you,” Adrian says. He points back in the direction he came, tells him, “She had something to tell you.”

“Oh, dip, okay,” John replies. He claps you on the back, says, “Good game,” and then he’s gone, pushing through the crowd to navigate his return to the hotel’s bar.

“What’s up with Emilia?” you ask Adrian, by the time John’s gone.

“What?” Adrian asks, still watching his retreating back. “Oh. Nothing, I just wanted to hang out with you alone.”

You start to frown, glancing up at Adrian’s face, but then you see him and you forget why you were even scowling to begin with. You lean into him, grinning happily up at his face, wrapping yourself around his arm. He supports your weight easily, looking down at you with a creased brow.

“Hi,” you tell him.

“Hi,” he replies, and then you’re tilting up into him, kissing the smile that’s spread across his lips. When you separate again, Adrian kisses your forehead, then wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on top of your head. “What do you wanna do?”

You consider this. Your brain comes up with an idea quickly, and you say, “I wanna go outside.”

“Okay,” Adrian agrees easily. He drags his phone out with one hand, messages your group chat to say you and him were going out for a walk. It’s mostly incoherent; he takes his time re-typing the message to send a second time, written in actual decipherable English this time, and sends that off, too, before adding a chain of emojis.

just GO, Chris sends back, as Leota sends a string of fireworks emojis back. Adrian smiles, briefly, before shoving his phone away, refocusing all his attention on you again.

Right now, especially, it’s impossible to remember why you can’t live your lives like this always. Enjoying the warm night air and the bright lights all around you, Adrian’s hand in yours, it feels like you should be able to have this always. You never want to let it go, and you’re sure it’s not just the alcohol talking, because you feel like this all the time. You’re just— uninhibited, now, and unfiltered, and your emotions are coming as loosely as your words.

“I really like you,” you tell Adrian, because you feel as though he should know. “Like, I really, really like you.”

It might not be just the alcohol talking, but it certainly helps. You’re drunk enough that everything feels like a good idea, and excited enough that you can’t stop leaning into Adrian, and in love enough that you can’t recall whether or not you’re supposed to say you’re in love, or keep that to yourself.

“I think I love you,” you tell him, then tilt upwards to look at him.

You’re met with such open joy you don’t know why you didn’t say this before. Adrian’s beaming, all warm glow, lit up from the inside out. The neons cast on his face don’t even seem quite as bright as he does just by himself, that natural exploding burst of shine that he’s unable to fight down.

“Really?” Adrian asks, then immediately hurries to say, “Oh, no, that’s not— Oh, fuck, I’m fucking this up—”

You reach up and grip the nape of his neck firmly in your hand, guiding him down into an eager, open-mouthed kiss that quickly turns sloppy. He’s smiling, unable to stop before he’s drawing back.

“I love you,” he finally gets out. “I love you so much, I fucking— I think about you all the time, and I just keep thinking, like— About how much I love you, but I didn’t want to freak you out, I thought it would be way too much to say to you when I didn’t know if you really liked me, because, like, you act like you really like me, but you’re also way too nice to me—”

“Not that nice,” you argue. He breaks out of his own rambling when you speak, and you realize he’s fairly intoxicated, too.

Adrian refocuses down on you, cupping your face in his hands, grinning as he tilts closer to steal another smiling kiss from you. Pushing his forehead into yours, he says, “Way too nice, though,” and nips at the corner of your mouth, then your chin, uncoordinated, just wanting to have his mouth on you.

You smile, too, letting your hands drift up until they can join past the crown of his head, knotting together to guide him in even closer. Dragging forward, you scrape your nails through his hair, messing it up even further to pull him down into a biting kiss, loosening your jaw, parting your lips, inviting him in as close as you can get him. You don’t care about anything except him; you don’t have a thought in your head that isn’t about him. You wish you could do this forever. That’s all that fills your head; just him, and him, and more of him.

Adrian makes a garbed little humming sound. At first, you’re not entirely sure what it is, but then you realize he’s actually nearly speaking, he’s just— trying to do it into your mouth.

You laugh, drawing away to ask him, “What— Are you talking to me?”

“I just love you so much,” Adrian says, kissing your cheek, the space beside your eye, the side of your nose, just— anywhere he can reach. You can’t stop laughing, giddy, melting into him. “I just— Can I actually tell you something— Can I—” He can’t stop kissing you long enough to get the full question out, so you separate the two of you for a beat, squishing his cheeks between your hands. “Can I tell you something stupid? It’s really silly, I don’t want you to think I’m, like, a total fucking loser, but I also—”

“Yeah, you can tell me,” you assure him, redirecting him back down to you again.

Adrian kisses your forehead, then knocks your heads together again lightly, another messy kiss coming to the corner of your mouth.

“I was kind of really jealous when I saw you hanging out with Economos, earlier, sort of,” Adrian confesses to you. “You looked like you were having so much fun, and, like, obviously you can have all the fun you want with whoever you want, but I want you to have the most fun with me, and it makes me feel a little crazy when we’re not having fun together, and I just— I kind of want to be with you forever, and I was thinking it would be so nice if we could be together forever, you know, if we could get married and just always get to love each other and I could always have fun with you and make you laugh—”

Your mind is racing, struggling to process even just one of your own thoughts. It’s barely capable of processing the stream of Adrian’s, though each word has you smiling wider, pushing in closer to him. You can’t even pay attention to the exciting city around you, the neon throbbing in the darkness; the exhilarating buzz of Las Vegas seems like nothing compared to him.

“We can have that,” you tell him, because you can. You think about Adrian all the time. You don’t ever want to be separated from him. “I already wanna hang out forever. You can have fun with me forever, if you want.” You smooth your hands down the sides of his face. “You don’t have to be jealous of Economos. There’s no way he’d be interested in me.”

Adrian frowns, a brow-furrowing, creased sort of scowl. “Anyone who’s not interested in you is a sick freak, and I’ll kill them for not— not appreciating you right. But— But, well— Anyone who is interested in you needs to fuck off, because you’re mine, so I’ll have to kill them—”

“So, you’ll just—” You make a slashing motion across his throat. “—Kill everyone, then?”

“If that’s what you want,” Adrian says, pulling you in for another deep, sloppy kiss. Into your mouth, pulling back just enough to be coherent, he tells you, “I just wanna— I wanna kiss you so much. I wanna put you in my pocket and keep you forever.”

“Go ahead,” you reply, smiling up at him.

Adrian squishes your cheeks between his hands, then pushes in closer. After a beat, he leans in even closer, like he’s looking even deeper into your eyes than ever before, and then he looks up, at the lights surrounding you. There’s a blossoming grin that comes across his face, then, and his eyes flash, flickering down to meet yours.

“You know,” he says. “We could.”

“Could what?” you ask, forgetting about everything that isn’t him.

“Like, this is Las Vegas,” he replies. “If we want to— If we wanna keep each other forever, we could totally do that.” At the confused furrow of your brow, he pushes in closer, clarifying, “We could get married. Like, right now, we could get married. If— If that’s something you wanted—”

“You want to marry me?” you ask, incredulous. Even through your chaotic mind, your heart is exploding. You can barely process this. “You— You don’t want to marry me.”

“No, no, I do,” Adrian insists. “Like, I really do. I think about it all the time, I really, really do. I think— I think it’d be really good. But obviously, you don’t— You don’t have to do that. I know that’s so much.”

It is so much. It’s so much, but you’re not thinking clearly, and you don’t care about anything that isn’t Adrian, and you love him. You love him so, so much, and you finally told him, and he told you, and it feels like you’re exploding inside. And— Besides, marriage isn’t permanent anyway. If you want to get a divorce, you can always do that. You can always go back on this if you want.

You don’t think you’ll want to. All you care about is him. All you want is him. You can’t imagine ever wanting anything but him; you can’t imagine ever wanting to do anything but marry him, now that he’s suggested it.

And you are in Las Vegas, after all. You can throw a pebble and hit a place to get married within half an hour.

“Okay,” you tell him, every inch of your body feeling like it’s on fire, light, sweet, wonderful, just— everything you’ve ever wanted to feel when you were with the person you’d marry.

“Okay?” he asks, lighting up. If you thought he was bright before, he’s glowing now. His joy is illuminating him from the inside out, and you’re warmed just by being this close to him. “Like— Okay? Like, okay okay—”

“Yes, okay, I want to marry you,” you tell him quickly. “Let’s do it.”

“Really?” he insists.

“Really!” you exclaim. “Really, I swear, like— What’s the worst that can happen? I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, I think, I don’t think— I think I’ve made way, way worse choices than this. Like, marrying someone I love is what I’m supposed to do, right?”

“Right,” Adrian agrees eagerly. “Okay, right! Okay, right—”

He wrenches his phone out of his pocket again. You’re about to question why, when you realize he’s searching how to get married las vegas right now. Though his actual search is riddled with typos, the search engine figures it out for him.

“We can get a marriage license for another forty-five minutes,” he tells you, grabbing your hand. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go—”

He drags you, laughing, in a sprint down the street. It only takes a minute before he’s whirling back on you, hoisting you up to get you on his back, wrapped around his shoulders and his waist, clinging to him until your hands are pressed together over his heart and your face is buried in his throat.

Adrian carries you, even as he runs. It’s an impressive display of strength, and you cling to him the whole way there. You’re not the only couple at the Bureau trying to get a marriage license, but you’re able to get one in no time at all; they’re clearly well-equipped to handle multiple drunken couples begging for marriage licenses at a time, because it all moves like clockwork while you’re there. They don’t even seem to care that you and Adrian can’t keep your hands off of each other, grappling for each other, kissing most of the time you’re in there. Again, you’re far from the only ones doing that.

“Where do you want to get married?” Adrian asks you when you actually have the marriage license.

You’re fixed downward, reading the marriage license. Adrian’s middle name is Gregory, and you can’t stop looking at it, for some reason. You stroke your fingertip over his name where it appears on your marriage license, looping down over Chase, then up over your own last name.

“We can get married at this place near the hotel right now,” Adrian suggests to you, flipping through options on his phone. “I can make a little booking on here if we want. They’ve got a spot in half an hour.”

“Do we need, like— a person?” you ask him, finally tearing your eyes off the marriage license to look up at him instead.

“You’re my person,” he tells you. He doesn’t even look up; he just says it, an automatic response, and you’re immediately overwhelmed. You know it’s— You know you’re not in your right mind, but hearing him just so instinctively love you, and respond to you that way, it just— It has your heart bursting inside you.

You reach up for him, directing his attention away from his phone and onto you instead. His eyes snap up to yours, clicking into place with you. You can tell the moment he moves into really seeing you, because he smiles, a blossoming grin that spreads across his entire face. His expressive eyes crinkle up, his handsome face all creased into the dimples of his smile as he drops down to push his forehead into yours, rocking you back a step.

“Hi,” he says, kissing at your cheek. “I wanna marry you real bad.”

You laugh, pushing the marriage license into his chest. “I wanna marry you real bad. But we need— Like, a person, right? What’s the— Like, someone who sees a murder?”

“A witness?” Adrian suggests.

“A witness,” you say, relieved that he remembers. “Yes, that one. A witness. We need a witness, right?”

He holds up his phone, squished into the tiny amount of space between your bodies. Showing you the screen, he explains, “They’ve got someone there, if we want.” There’s a beat. “Or we could ask somebody. Chris or somebody. They might wanna.”

You hesitate, then ask, “What if— What if they try to stop us? What if they don’t understand, and they— They tell— They tell on us, and they— Adrian, what if they don’t understand? I don’t—”

“Hey, whoa, no,” Adrian cuts you off, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a tight embrace. He kisses the side of your head, then buries into you, his hug getting even tighter. “It’s okay. Nobody else needs to know.”

“I love you,” you tell him, desperately emotional. “I don’t want you to think I d—”

“No, I know,” he stops you. “I know.” He kisses your temple, then drags your face up so he can give you a reassuring smile. “Once we are married, they can’t separate us, right? Because it’s not a, like— bad idea between coworkers or whatever. We’d be married. They can’t stop us being married.”

You didn’t even think about that, and you’re smiling all over again, completely delighted. Twisting up into him, you say, “Yeah, you’re right! They can’t stop us! They can just— They— That would be fucked up!”

“Super fucked up,” he agrees, and kisses you again.

You smile into the kiss, pushing yourself up into him for another beat before you’re dropping back down again, grabbing at his phone. “Okay, make the appointment, do it, let’s get married—”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Adrian chants, keying your birthday into his phone to unlock it again.

He makes the appointment while walking towards the venue. You’ve never— You weren’t ever totally sure what your wedding would be like, because you weren’t ever totally sure who you would marry. You always wanted your wedding to be representative of the both of you, a celebration of who you are as a couple. That concept is nebulous just by its nature; you never really had a concrete idea of what this moment would look like, what it would feel like.

With Adrian— with you and Adrian, with your relationship together— there was really nothing to do but this. You’re overjoyed, because this is such a perfect representation of your relationship. The two of you, you’re— you’re exciting, and impulsive, and silly, and you just love to have adventures together. Your wedding— This is just the next big adventure for you.

Adrian drags you by the hand, unable to stop turning back to kiss you every few steps. You have to keep pushing yourselves, just trying to move forward, because you have a time now, and you’re getting married, and you’re so excited that you start running.

He starts running to match you, and you push yourself, and he pushes himself. Eventually, the both of you are flat-out sprinting as best as you can, just trying to go. You’re both gasping for breath, by the time you get there; you have to plant your hand on Adrian’s shoulder to keep yourself upright, tilting into him, sucking in air.

“Don’t die before we even get married,” Adrian insists. There’s almost a desperate whine in his voice when he begs you, “C’mon, I’m so close, just let me— I want this so bad—”

“We can do it,” you tell him, then drag in another ragged breath. You straighten up, then say, “Alright, yes, okay, let’s do this.”

Adrian shoves in the door to the venue he’s found. It’s a kitschy place, in all red-and-pink neons and soft, indulgent velvets. You can’t help laughing when you’re pulled inside, feeling like you’ve been dropped into a Valentine.

“Chase, party of two!” Adrian exclaims at the top of his lungs, and you bury your face in his chest, hanging onto him, grinning.

Neither of you are as drunk as you are, but you’re still messy, and excited, and you don’t want to stop, not now. You can’t think about anything you want more than this.

You tilt your head up, watching him hazily as he talks to the woman behind the counter. He hands over the license you’ve been clutching, then the IDs you both have, his from his wallet, yours shoved from your hands to his.

“Do you need a witness?” she asks.

“Yeah,” Adrian tells her, “We don’t trust my friends not to fuck us over. They work for the government.”

“Adrian, shut up,” you hiss up at him.

The woman clearly doesn’t care. She says, “That’s fine. Do you need rings, or did you bring your own?”

“Fuck,” Adrian curses. Looking down to you, he says, “I’m so sorry—”

“We don’t need rings,” you insist.

“We have rings,” she tells you, and you both turn, excited.

They actually have a whole little store, there, but neither of you sees much of a point in changing clothes. You instead just focus on picking out rings, choosing cheap gold bands, plucking them out of the selection in the box you’re offered.

There’s nothing left to do, then. You have your marriage license; you have your rings; you have your venue; you have your officiant; you have your witness; you have Adrian, the person you’re marrying. The both of you have everything you need, now, and the only thing left to do is actually get married.

Your heart is in your throat, and you clutch Adrian’s hand, staring into the room the woman behind the counter’s escorting you to.

Adrian stops beside you, ducking down to kiss your temple. Near the shell of your ear, he asks, “You okay?”

You nod jerkily, automatically. Slightly strangled, you say, “I just— I l— I love you.” Smiling, Adrian replies, “I love you, too,” and kisses your cheek, before finding the corner of your mouth. “I’m so excited.”

“Me, too,” you say, heart pounding. He tugs at your hand, and you go, eager to have this happening.

They don’t mince words, here. Maybe they can read your energy together, and the fact that you can’t keep your hands off of each other, but they keep things short and sweet.

The officiant, a young man who seems to be operating on muscle memory, asks if you swear yourselves to each other, and you do. He asks if you’ll be honest to each other, and you will. He asks if you love each other, and you do. He has you exchange rings, and you do as told; Adrian looking down at you, all burning green eyes behind his slipping glasses, all crinkling wide grin, all glowing handsome warmth, is practically killing you inside.

He pushes the ring onto your left ring finger, and he kisses you before he’s supposed to, unable to stop himself. You smile into the kiss, threading your hand into his hair.

The officiant clears his throat— again— and you push his ring on, this time.

They ask you, first, whether or not you take Adrian to be your husband, and you’re nodding before the officiant even finishes speaking.

“Yeah,” you reply instantly. “Yes, I do. I really, really do.” You smile up at Adrian, telling him, “I love you so much.”

Adrian exhales in a shuddering sort of punch, like all the breath in his lungs trembles out. His eyes look red-rimmed, like he’s biting back tears, and you really weren’t expecting this amount of emotion for him— or even this sort of emotion from him, about you, about this.

You forget sometimes, though— Adrian wasn’t sure if he’d ever get married. You don’t know all of it, and he doesn’t even know how to verbalize all of it, but— he’s not stupid. He knows other people don’t always— get him. He’d been afraid, before, that he’d always be alone, somehow. When he found you, it changed his life. Getting to marry you, that’s— That’s a dream come true, he thought he’d never get to have anything like this and you’re even better than he ever even thought to want.

Not only that, but now, now, you’re unable to hold back how much you love him. You’re eager to tell him I do, and to tell him you love him, and to swear yourself to him. You only told him earlier tonight that you love him, that you’re in love with him, but— still, this feels right.

“I love you,” Adrian replies, before he’s even asked the same question by the officiant in return.

That’s when the officiant asks if Adrian takes you to be his spouse, in return, and Adrian tugs you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around you, kissing you at your hairline. He takes a shaking breath.

“I do,” Adrian says, and kisses your temple in a sloppy shove of his lips to your skin.

It’s messy, and it’s not traditional, and it’s you. It’s all for the two of you, and this is a wedding just for you. You love each other; this makes you impossibly happy, right now.

“You may kiss each other,” the officiant tells you.

Adrian separates you both just enough to get his hands on either side of your face, dragging you up into a deep kiss. He parts your lips, licks to the backs of your teeth; you give as good as you get, pushing up into him. You just keep thinking, this is my husband, we’re married, Adrian and I are married, he’s my husband now, and you can’t stop touching him, can’t get your hands off him.

He practically hauls you from the chapel, then. You’re wearing your matching gold bands, and you’re glad he had the forethought to choose a venue close to the hotel, because you want to be there now.

Adrian can’t stop kissing you, all the way through the lobby, into the elevator. You don’t care if anybody sees you, at this point. What would any of them do? You’re legally married now. You have a marriage license; your paperwork will be filed soon, so you’ll get your certificate in the mail; and you’re married. Nobody can stop you from being together anymore.

The thought, the second it hits you, overwhelms you.

While Adrian’s fumbling to push the key card into the room he’s been assigned for this mission, you tell him, “Nobody can stop us from being together,” because you want him to know, too.

He beams down at you, kissing you just as he manages to get the door open.

“Not anymore,” he agrees. “You’re mine now. Like, forever. And I’m yours.”

You kick the door shut behind him, practically jumping up at him then. He catches you, supporting you as you pull into a kiss.

“Yeah,” you tell him. “I am. And you are.”

The backs of his legs meet his bed, and he turns around, dropping you down on it. He’s crawling over you in the next beat, straddling your waist, hastily tearing his shirt backwards off of his arms. His undershirt is ripped off over his head, and then he’s bare-chested, pink-cheeked, glasses askew, catching his breath above you.

“C’mere,” you beg him, reaching for him, and he falls right into you.

Adrian catches your face in one hand, unable to stop kissing you anywhere and everywhere he can reach. His other hand reaches down to fumble at your clothes, ripping at zippers and buttons, just trying to get to your bare skin.

Every time you feel the ring on his hand, you get a jolt, in the back of your stomach, in the knobs of your spine. Every time he feels the ring on your hand, he gasps out loud, mouthing along every inch of your exposed skin, just desperate to touch more of you. His fingers drag along your skin, pushing in to mark you everywhere he can.

“I love you,” he can’t stop telling you. “Thank you, thank you, I fuck— I fucking love you, I love you—”

You’re burning inside, and you can’t even process what he’s saying, so you tug him up for another kiss. He finds the thick heat of your thighs, digging his fingers into your flesh, and his cock is slick and hard. He’s pulsing when he slips between your thighs, and he drops, moaning, into your throat, biting with a loose jaw, kissing without coordination.

“Please,” you beg him. “C’mon, please, please—”

He takes your cue, fucks into the tight lock of your thighs. The both of you are sloppy from the night, half-drunk and giddy and happy and married, and his hand on you has you cumming before him. He’s not far behind you, pinning you into the mattress over the fine, slippery sheets as he cums all over you, your thighs and your belly and your waist.

Adrian climbs into you, after, practically dissolving into your arms. His face buries into your chest, cheek pressed over your heart; he kisses at the center of your sternum before dragging up to bite lazily at your throat.

“I’m so tired,” Adrian confesses to you. You laugh, exhausted yourself, sleepiness pulling at your limbs now that you’re horizontal in bed, emotion draining out of you. “I don’t want our marriage night— No, wedding night— I don’t want our wedding to be over.”

“We can always get married again,” you suggest sleepily. You rub at your eyes; he kisses you on the cheek, shoving you up the bed a bit.

“We can,” he says, like he’s only just realizing that. “Yeah, that’s— We can!”

“We can do anything we want,” you tell him. “Including sleep.”

He looks like he’s falling in love with you all over again as he dives into you. Neither of you cares enough to clean yourselves up, right now. You’re half-in your clothes, and wearing your rings, and sweaty, and slick, and covered in each other’s spend, but neither of you give a shit.

Adrian just reaches down and yanks the blankets out from under you. It’s an endeavor, but he manages to get them over the both of you, snuggling into your side.

“I love you,” he tells you again.

Grinning, you reply, “I love you, too,” and you’re both falling asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you don’t remember anything. Not at first, anyways. You just— wake up, and you’re not thinking about anything.

At first, you’re just trying to put together where you are, which is something that happens more often than not. You and the rest of the 11th Street Kids are sent on missions a lot; you don’t always wake up in a bed that’s yours.

This time, you know you’re in a hotel. You stretch in the comfortable sheets, but you don’t feel totally comfortable. Frowning, you realize you’re not in pajamas, but in some of your clothes.

“What the hell?” you murmur, shifting to pull at the shirt that’s only halfway off your body, tangled around one arm.

The confusion only deepens when you start to sit up and realize there’s a weight on you. Twisting around, you find an arm on you— and the arm attached to Adrian, fast asleep next to you, face smushed into the pillows, clinging close to you.

Your heart starts racing. Usually, when the two of you spend the night together during a mission, you sneak back to your own rooms after. You can’t be caught leaving each other’s rooms, or you’ll get in trouble, you just know it. You can’t get fucking caught, not after all this work.

You should probably try and get back to your room now, before anybody else wakes up. Everything seems quiet, so it’d be better to move sooner than later, you think.

Reaching down, you carefully start to pick up Adrian’s arm to take it off of you.

With a heart-stopping second where you think your stomach flies up into the back of your throat, you realize Adrian’s wearing a wedding ring, and the memories of last night come rushing back so fast you nearly get dizzy.

“Oh, my God,” you’re suddenly exclaiming. You forget to be quiet, saying, “Oh, my— Oh, my God,” and then seeing the ring on your own hand, and saying, “Holy shit—”

Your voice finally registers with Adrian, and he lifts his head blearily. There’s only a second where he’s sleepily half-aware before your tone clicks with him, and his eyes snap open, adrenaline visibly hitting him.

“What’s happening?” he asks, half-slurred. He’s jolting up, reaching under his mattress for where he usually keeps a knife, but he hadn’t thought to put one there last night before the two of you fell asleep. Bewildered, he’s whirling back around, tangled in his own clothes and the sheets. “What— What’s happening, what’s going— What?”

“We got married,” you say, shoving up to your feet. You look down at your hand, then groan, pacing over to the window. Everything outside is bright, and sunny, and the day is new, and your head is pounding, and you’re married. “Oh, shit.”

Behind you, Adrian is, for once, completely silent. This is pretty much the last thing you want, and you whirl around to see why he’s not responding to you.

You find him just staring at you, but— When he sees you, his eyes snap down to his hands where they’re folded in his lap. He’s sitting up, still waking up, but he’s frowning, a little, his brow creased.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him. Your heart jumps, then, and you say, “Fuck, Adrian, I’m sorry, I didn’t— I didn’t want to fuck this up for you. If you want a— divorce, or an annulment, or whatever it is, we can do that. I’m so sorry, I—”

“What?” Adrian demands. He looks up at you, then, and his upset expression is shifting into confusion. “What— Do you want a divorce? What the fuck did you fuck up for me?”

You laugh without humor, throwing your hands up, letting them slap back down at your sides. Incredulous, you say, “I’m not going to make you stay married to me. You shouldn’t have to be stuck with a stupid mistake you made when you were drunk.”

Adrian stares at you. You can’t understand why, because— because you’re expecting him to maybe thank you, and tell you that he shouldn’t have done this, and ask you to probably get your things and head back to your room without getting caught, please, like you usually do.

He doesn’t do any of that. Instead, he pushes the covers back, then crawls to the foot of the bed so he can kneel up there, holding his hand out to you.

“Come here,” he says.

“No,” you reply, face flushing with heat, mortified and upset and scared.

He climbs out of bed, then, and goes to you instead. He takes your hands, and you tug at him; he puts his arms around you instead, just holding you close, kissing you on the temple.

“This wasn’t a mistake for me,” Adrian tells you. He’s being quiet, for him. With his lips moving against your skin, he says, “I know this is— probably really a lot, and you can tell me if I’m totally off base here, and just— pepper-spray the shit out of me, I’d deserve it, but— I’m really putting myself out here, okay? And if you think this is a mistake—” His voice gets a little choked, and you feel your own eyes burning, “—Then that’s— That’s okay, and we’ll figure it out, but—”

He hesitates, then reaches down for you, gathering your face in his hands. You look up at him with glassy eyes, trying not to let yourself get too overwhelmed.

“—but I don’t think you really think that,” Adrian says. “I think— I think I know you better now, and I think I know— I think you really do love me. And I don’t— I don’t want you to think I think this is a mistake. Because I don’t. At all. This is the best— If this is a mistake, it’s probably the best one I’ve ever made, because I j— I just— I really love you. I really do, I— And this is kinda backwards. And if you don’t want to be married— We can do anything you want. I just love you—”

You push up into him, unable to stop yourself from kissing him. Your eyes overflow, and a couple of tears slip free. You’re not even sad, you’re just— you’re emotional, you think you’re even happy, just— so ridiculously excited about what this means. It’s a dawning sort of excitement, as you realize that you might actually get to keep this, to keep him.

Like you did last night, you remember with joy, “Nobody can stop us from being together,” and Adrian smiles again, kissing your cheek.

“Nobody,” he replies.

He’s just told you so much, and given you so much, and you can’t even begin to digest it all. All you know is you love him, and this might— this might take some figuring out, but loving him isn’t a mistake, not at all. It couldn’t ever be.

“Okay,” you say, just like you did last night. “Yeah, okay, we can— I want to do this, I love you—”

Adrian drops into another kiss with you, stealing your breath, knocking you back towards the bed again. You’re just about to get dropped down onto the messed-up covers once more when there’s a sharp knock at Adrian’s hotel door.

“Chase, if you’re in there, wake up!” Emilia calls from the other side. “(Y/N) isn’t answering from their room, we’re spreading out to search.”

Your eyes snap wide, flying to meet Adrian’s. Where you’re surprised, he laughs.

He pulls you in for another kiss before he whispers against your lips, “They can’t stop us anymore,” and you smile back up at him. You’re not sure what awaits you when you open that door, but you do know one thing: Adrian’s going to be at your side all the way through it, no matter what. No matter what, because you’re married now. Thanks to impulse, and love, and joy, you’re married, and there’s no regret in that.

“If they ever could,” you whisper back. His grin meets yours in another biting kiss before Chris starts pounding on the door then, too, demanding that Adrian open up the door.

requests used:

"Hoi I love your work and got exact when I saw your request are open! If it’s alright can I get a jealous Adrian? I live for jealousy!! I know you wrote some like this already and I don’t wanna bother! I hope your doing okay !! :D" (anonymous)

"Dude. Duuuuuuuude. D.ude. While reading you're latest story post, the "i do" made me think of Adrian getting married. Maybe a Vegas wedding. But he doesn't tell anyone. Or was it a spontaneous wedding to some rando after a crazy night of hard partying? i'm rambling, past midnight sleepy thoughts." (mattsmanpain)

"omg requests are open…I’m so excited. I was listening to music the other day and the song “walking up in Vegas” by mrs Katy Perry came on and had me thinking…what if you drunk married Adrian in Vegas (or anywhere really)" (trafficccone)

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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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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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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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HC: A Night Off with Adrian & Chris

Fluff

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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alexs-playground · 2 years

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Imagine Adrian is expressing his love by comparing how he feels when he kills people…

“I feel the same way about you like I feel when I kill criminals” Adrian whispers into your shoulder

"Babe, as your significant other and spouse I love you so much. With that being said you will need to elaborate on your analogy cause now all I think is that you get the same terrifying satisfaction and look in your eyes when you murder as when you kiss me. Now please go to sleep its four in the morning and you have work later." you say as you grudgingly turn to face him and fall back asleep.

Adrian: ☹️🧜‍♂️

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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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darvetica · 2 years

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Type of partner

Summary: This blog will deal with your life as a couple with Adrian and what kind of partner he would need.

Warming: slight mention of NSFW and violence.

word count- about 1k

I hope you like it and remember that whenever you want you can place your order in the ask box.

Okay, this guy doesn't understand irony and sometimes it's hard for him to understand feelings, he needs a person who has a lot of patience and knows how to speak clearly so that he understands you. Although I have the theory that if you are a special person for Adrian, he would understand you whether it is your feelings or way of being and what what you do means. Let me explain. Adrian is a person who looks at many things and little by little he would assimilate your reactions to things that have happened to you and he will know how to help or treat you.

BONUS: It has a small notebook where you write down some things about yourself to know how to make yourself feel better.

This boy here is very, very, VERY intense, so I think he needs someone who can give him as much as he would give you (well, he's really very intense, he'd bring you gifts, at night when he goes out on patrol as a security guard he makes sure you get home safe and sound, etc.) But little things like telling him that something reminds you of him, remembering a small detail he mentioned in passing, or giving him something even if it's something very small will make him feel the happiest man in the world.

I also think he needs the type of person to encourage him and give him compliments, he has always been Adrian's loser and despite loving Peacermaker a lot, he does not treat him very well like the rest of his teammates, so he does not He has a very high self-esteem. He needs you to remind him from time to time how special he is to you, how much you love him and to tell him that you are proud of his work (Seriously, Adrian, every time he comes back from a mission, he runs to tell you everything he did so that you are proud of your man) Even after a night of passion (as a fact he is the king of aftercare) he will hug you and ask if it was good, how you felt, if you liked it, and he will need to hear from you that he has liked, that you felt good and that you are well.

Adrian is not a person who is going to show great physical affection in public, he is more into subtle things like shaking hands, running a hand around your waist or lower back and things like that. Although obviously if you give him a kiss or a hug he will not refuse to return it, but at first he will limit himself to subtle things and he hopes that you understand that having a relationship is something new for him so he likes to go little little by little.

You as his partner are going to have to scold him more than once for coming so damaged from patrolling, because this boy has no sense of danger, it is more when you are scolding him while you heal his wounds he is not going to take it seriously and will drop something that another of his jokes and bad jokes waiting to calm the atmosphere "Don't worry babe if I'm wrong you should have seen the other guy" but seeing that you don't laugh and you're really worried he would stop and gently take your face in his hands and say "Hey everything is fine, I'm fine and I'm with you. I'm not planning to leave you, you're the most precious thing in my life and I promise to return home alive every night” you would let out a small sound showing your concern and you now a little pissed off “Babe don't look at me like that, if you want I won't go out tomorrow patrol and I'll stay the night with you” and that's when your anger would go right after Adrian places a loving kiss on your nose.

Now comes the topic CHRIS. You as his partner are going to spend a lot of time with Chris whether you like it or not, you are the two most important people for Adrian and he wants you to get to know each other. This can be a bit tricky and awkward at first as Adrian would force the situation for you to get along but it would be awkward. It would not be until one day you met by chance in a bar and shared a few beers to get to know each other better that you got along. It's more when you remember that talk you like to tease Adrian remembering that Peacemaker asked you to have a threesome with the two of you if you weren't satisfied with Adrian, he gets a little angry but when you hug him and give him a kiss he gets over it, you also have to remember that it was just a joke and that you are with him and not with Chris, that the person you love is him and will always be him.

Now yes, his little manias. Adrian has many quirks and he really needs someone who understands them and knows how to respect them or he would get very nervous.

Another important thing in your life as a couple would be your other self, that is, Watcher. At first you didn't find it very funny and despite sometimes convincing him not to go out on patrol there are other times when you don't get it. Now that he has a partner, he wants the streets to be safe for you, but he also doesn't want you to be up until four in the morning, which is the time he usually returns home. So he's learning to better balance both lives and needs you to give him time to adjust.

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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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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

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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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mothonfire · 2 years

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Voice Cracks

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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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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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