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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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Tongue Tied

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Fluff)

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Summary: After a long week of boring busywork and aggravating allergies, Adrian Chase does something a little unexpected.

Rating: General

Author Note: Gender-neutral Reader, no pronouns used. This started out as a different story, but I lost the thread of it. It's been sitting in my WIPs for months now. With a bit of editing, it is now a fluffy oneshot.

CW: Allergies and mention of taking over the counter medications for them.

Word Count: 1,620

4:59pm

The clock had been stuck on 4:59pm for five hours now.

Or at least that’s what it felt like as you stared at it.

“Burning a hole in it ain’t gonna make it go any faster,” Leota said to you from her desk, which was close to yours.

“If anything, you just cursed us by staring at it,” Harcourt said, who was sitting nearby and scrolling through her phone.

The group was between missions, but none of you had been dismissed to return to your regular jobs yet. Even Adrian hadn’t been allowed to go back to his position at Fennel Field’s, which was just fine by him. There was speculation among the six of you that meant something screwy was coming down the wire. None of you had any idea what it could be, but the whole thing was highly suspect. Amanda Waller never let you all sit around with nothing to do for this long before, even prior to your coming to the team, according to the others.

And so, the last five days had been filled with nothing but in-office busywork.

Everything that needed to be done housekeeping wise got done on the first day. The first half of the second day was spent finishing up some fine detail cleaning and supply restocking, then rest of the day after lunch was filled by filing paperwork. The third day was spent cleaning all of the weapons in storage to make sure everything was good for the next mission. But there had been nothing to do since then.

However, while everyone was simply bored out of their minds while waiting, autumn in Washington was playing hell with your allergies. While both John and Harcourt were being affected in similar ways with some sneezing and runny noses, over the counter allergy medication was working fine for them. You? Not so much. Something in the Evergreen air absolutely hated you. The sneezing had stopped, at least, but your eyes wouldn’t stop being itchy, which was making them water, and now you could feel a sinus headache starting to build up behind your forehead and eyes.

5:00pm

“Oh, thank fucking hell,” Harcourt exclaimed as she stood up and pocketed her phone.

You eyed her, then chuckled as you began packing your laptop away in your bag. “Now who was watching the clock?”

Harcourt flipped you off, which made you really laugh for the first time all day. She headed back to her office to collect her things, leaving you to finish gathering yours.

After saying goodbye to Harcourt and John, you and Leota walked out together. You didn’t see Chris, Eagly or Adrian and just assumed they had left early. That was pretty standard for them if there wasn’t actively something to do. Once you were outside, the work mode you had been trying to maintain slipped, and you rubbed your forehead, groaning softly with a slightly pained look on your face.

Leota looked over at you with an empathetic look. “The Zyrtec not helping anymore?”

You shook your head.

“Or the Advil. They really only took the edge off though,” you said, sighing. “I’ll pick up some NyQuil or something on the way home, just sleep this weekend.”

“That’s a good idea,” Leota gave you a gentle hug. “If you need anything, give me a call, okay? Keeya and I will be doing our errands tomorrow, so we can grab you anything you need.”

You told her you would, then you both headed to your respective cars. You were parked further down from her a couple spaces away.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!”

It as Adrian’s voice, not Leota’s, that called out to you. You turned in the direction it came from to see him jogging your way from the other side of the building. Your gaze shifted behind him to see Chris and Eagly watching Adrian from around the corner. They were not trying to be stealthy about it at all. In fact, Chris even waved at you when you looked at him.

“Hey Adrian,” you said, your gaze shifting back to him as you smiled tiredly. “What’s up?”

Adrian took a deep breath, fidgeting nervously.

“Would you-“ he started, then stopped. “I was curious if you wanted to-“ And he stopped again. “If I was to-“

Adrian stopped again and turned around suddenly, looking back at Chris and Eagly. They both gave him the “get on with it” gesture; one with a hand, the other a wing.

You glanced over at Leota. She was rapidly looking back and forth between the two of you, eyes widening and a big, excited smile spreading across her face.

Shifting your eyes back at Adrian, you were just in time for him to turn to you with an extremely serious look on his face. He looked you dead in the eye with an intensity he’s never directed at you before. It was as if a sudden blaze had sparked behind those green eyes of his. Butterflies started flapping around in your stomach.

Adrian opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you go out?” he asked.

You blinked.

He blinked.

“That was a dumb question,” he said quickly, his face turning a shade of red that looked like a sunburn. “Obviously, you do go out because you’re out right now, and you have to go out to be able to go to work or the store or on a mission, so that’s like a big ‘duh’ to that. And I’ve seen you out doing errands, so-“

You heard a slight “kaw” from Eagly and glanced behind Adrian again. Chris was rubbing the bridge of his nose in what looked like aggravation, and Eagly was staring at Adrian like he was about to fly over and start pecking at him. You looked back at Adrian, who was still rambling about all the things you’d have to leave your apartment to do.

“But I- what I was asking was- um- what I was wondering is…do you go out…in other ways?”

Adrian was looking at you with a hopeful expression.

“…I guess?” you said slowly, confusion really setting in. “I go out to eat sometimes, but that gets expensive, so I try not to very often.”

Adrian perked up. “Awesome! Did you want to eat something one night?”

You blinked again.

He blinked again.

“Er…” you said, really confused now. “I usually eat every night after I get off work.”

Now Adrian’s sunburn blush was pushing past moderate territory.

It looked like he was having trouble speaking now, which just added to your confusion. Adrian looked back at Chris, so you looked over at Leota with a questioning gaze to see if she could give you any indication as to what exactly was happening right now. Leota’s expression didn’t give you much as it was frozen somewhere in between excitement, secondhand embarrassment, and abject horror. But that made you feel a little better about the whole thing since you didn’t understand any of this at all. Between your head checking out for the day as soon as your allergies started and Adrian’s fumbling with words, you were properly confused as hell.

A few seconds after you looked back to Adrian, he got his voice back.

“Well, what I meant was- that is, what I was asking you is- I didn’t know if you- what I meant to ask you- I mean, would you like to possibly- or, if you’d like, totally up to you- um, I-“

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Chris exclaimed from behind Adrian, and Eagly kawed in agreement. “Y/N, would you like to go out on a date with Adrian and have dinner with him tomorrow night?”

Adrian blinked, suddenly a bright red and looking terrified.

You blinked, your face suddenly blushing a very deep red.

“Oh!” you said, your eyes wide.

While Adrian had been leery of you at first after ARGUS transferred you to Evergreen, seeing you take most of stress off of Harcourt while she recovered had quickly gotten you into his good graces. She was able to focus more on her physical therapy that way, which aided in her speedy recovery. It really didn’t take long for you to develop more than friendly feelings towards him. The feeling definitely was mutual as the flirtation between you two had been heavy for weeks now. But you figured if anyone was going to make the first move, it was going to have to be you.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, no worries,” Adrian said hurriedly, his tone reassuring, but he did a very poor job of masking a disappointed expression. “I’m really sorry about asking. I didn’t think you would be interested, but Chris said-“

“No no, I’d love to,” you quickly interrupted him with a smile. “Sorry, I was just surprised.”

The look on Adrian’s face was priceless. He seemed unable to stop himself from jumping into the air and fist bumping the air above him. Then he turned red again, realizing he just did that in front of you and everyone else.

A thrumming behind your eye reminded you that you needed to get home soon before your head got much worse.

“Pick me up at seven?” you asked him.

Adrian nodded rapidly, and started to say something, but at that moment Eagly swooped over to peck Adrian in the leg, resulting in a “owowow” from him.

Regardless of what the bird thought of Adrian’s technique, you were going on a date with him tomorrow night.

And that made you smile for the first time all day.

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bingoboingobongo · 2 years

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complex simplicity pt. ii

Pairing: Adrian Chase (Peacemaker) x Reader

Type: Fluff, angst

Summary: The team finally sets out on their mission, and Adrian deals with the events of last night

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: feminine pronouns used (she/her), angst, bodily injury, blood, descriptions of violence, previous trauma, character death

A/N: hiii, welp. it's finally done. after ten trillion years of constant dread, over three rewrites, and chronic procrastination, she's finally here. my longest fic ever (i think). i hope you like it, i have no idea if there's still an Adrian Chase fandom, but to everyone that has stayed throughout my unofficial hiatus, thank you. as always, likes/reblogs and constructive criticism are always appreciated, again thank you so much. please enjoy :)

Masterlist

part one

Adrian very rarely felt happy. Although perhaps that was an overstatement. A better way to phrase it, Adrian supposed, was that he very rarely felt the way he felt now: elated; ecstatic; euphoric; like his heart was about to burst out of his chest spewing nothing but love and joy and jubilee all over the room in some passionate, exuberant, macabre scene.

In fact, he wasn’t sure he had ever felt this way. The entire ordeal was entirely unique, Adrian realized. For one, there was nobody else in the entire galaxy that could ever compare to the woman nestled into his chest, with her small frown and pursed eyebrows even as she slept. And secondly, there was nobody else in the entire galaxy that Adrian would ever want so desperately.

There was no doubt in Adrian’s mind when he realized that nobody — not even Chris, who he admired with his whole being — could ever make him feel as exhilarated as she did. She was, in all ways, one of a kind.

When Adrian woke there was no longer the comforting weight of the coworker he had spent months pining over on his chest, and for a moment he feared the worst. Could the whole thing have been a dream? A cruel concoction created by his brain meant to torment and him? It wouldn’t have been the first time he dreamt about her, and he didn’t doubt that it wouldn’t be the last.

But when he got up, his heart beating out of his chest — for all the wrong reasons now — he realized that familiar scent that always lingered around her was stuck to his skin. That sweet, fresh, intoxicating scent that had a hint of something he could never quite place, had found a home on the planes of his torso, and Adrian realized that if he could, he would’ve bottled the fragrance and sprayed it on every article of clothing he owned so that he could surround himself with her.

“Oh, you’re finally up,” she said, staring at Adrian from the door of the bathroom, and Adrian scrambled to put his glasses on. She was rubbing something on her face, moisturizer or some fancy serum, Adrian guessed, and his mind was flooded with images of him rubbing his hands over her and savoring in the softness of her skin, before he rubbed his eyes, trying to rid his brain of the picture that had been burned into it.

“Uh, yeah. How long have you been up? I mean, I’m assuming it’s been a while, you look pretty great right now. I mean awake. You look awake, not great. I mean, it’s not that you don’t look great, but I feel like it’s weird if I say you look great so I was saying that you look awake. At least, I assume so. Since you’re doing all your makeup or something. Not that you need it. You’re really pretty alrea—”

“Ok, I’m gonna stop you right there before you say something you regret,” she cut in, and despite her light tone Adrian couldn’t get past the slightly critical look she was giving him. “Economos sent me the location,” she said, “get ready. We’re leaving in thirty.”

To his surprise, Adrian got ready surprisingly fast. He figured that considering the events from the night before, as well as the catastrophe of this morning, his neurons would be way too fried for him to even get out of bed, and yet thirty minutes later he was sitting in the driver’s seat of a Dodge Challenger, going sixty miles per hour down a desolate road.

Adrian let out a whistle, “So, what do you think Waller has us doing today?”

“God I hope it’s not aliens,” she sighed, reaching into the back seat for her bag. “But let’s be real, Leota’s press conference stunt did nothing but get us heat from Waller and the rest of the government. Stupid press didn’t even do anything. She’s probably found another deadly alien race that she needs us to kill. God knows we’re expendable enough to her,” she muttered, pulling out a small handgun and loading the clip.

“I don’t know, I enjoyed fighting the butterflies,” Adrian chirped, “plus, it felt super awesome when we told the Justice League that they could suck it because they were dumb weaklings that couldn’t even arrive on time.”

She paused what she was doing to give Adrian a quizzical look, “You didn’t even say anything to them, Chase. Chris was the only one that said anything and all he said was that they were late.”

“Still though,” he pressed, “I’m sure they could understand what I was trying to say. Wanna listen to the radio?”

“Uh, sure. Do they have NPR?” she asked, prompting Adrian to give her a disapproving look. “I’m joking,” she said after a beat, “lord knows your head would explode if you listened to anything other than 90’s bubblegum pop or whatever music Chris listens to. What is it, 80’s metal?”

“Actually, it’s 80’s glam-metal, and it’s amazing. How can you call yourself an 11th Street Kid if you think glam-metal is the same as regular metal?” he scoffed, “I mean, I’ve heard of a lot of insane things over the years, but that takes the cake.”

“What’s even the difference between glam-metal and regular metal anyways? It all sounds pretty similar to me,” she said, her eyes squinted in concentration as loaded the clip on another handgun.

Adrian laughed out loud this time, turning to look over at her with a fake look of shock painted on his face, “Ok, I lied about that last thing. This, this is the most insane thing I have ever heard come out of someone’s mouth. Glam-metal and regular metal are the most different things in the entire world. Chris told me all about it. Regular metal is lame and boring and is made for cowards, glam-metal is ten times better, it’s the most unlame genre ever made, and it’s made for real men. The difference is that glam-metal—”

“Hey, stop here,” she interrupted him as they pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned grocery store, “guess you won’t be able to tell me about how amazing glam-metal is. I’m devastated,” she said, climbing out of the car, and even Adrian could pick up on her sarcasm. “Grab your bag, I don’t want to get screwed over if someone tries to steal this car.” With a sigh, Adrian grabbed his bag from the car and slung it over his shoulder as the two of them walked towards the store.

If the half-fallen sign in the front of the building wasn’t enough indication that the place hadn’t been visited for years, the inside was. Shelves were knocked over, trash was piled in corners, and various assortments of canned goods lined the floors.

“Hey, look at this,” Adrian grunted, squatting down to pick a package off the floor, “it’s a pack of beef jerky. Think it’s still good?”

“I- No, Adrian. I do not think floor jerky from an abandoned grocery store is good,” she said incredulously.

But in typical Adrian fashion, the word of his peers was never enough, and so he opened up the years-old package and popped a piece in his mouth. “Hm,” he hummed to himself as he chewed, “you know, it’s not as bad as I thought. It’s a little stale, but given the price I paid for these, I’d say it’s a total win. Want one?”

“Oh my god Adrian,” she sighed, rubbing her eyes, “I- Just come on, We’ve gotta meet the others, I don’t have time to deal with you and your floor jerky.” With a resigned shrug of his shoulders, Adrian followed her throughout the derelict store, chewing contentedly on his floor jerky until they reached a small room in the back. She stopped in front of the door, and with a deep breath, gave one sharp rap, followed by two quick ones and one delayed one. The two of them waited in silence for a brief moment before the door opened, revealing Leota by the door, Emilia leaning over a large map, John typing away at his computer, and Chris staring over his shoulder.

“Finally,” John sighed, looking up from his screen, “what took you guys so long?”

“Adrian ate ten year-old floor-jerky,” she explained, which caused a groan from everyone.

“What?” Adrian cried, “jerky is what you eat during the apocalypse, it’s made to be eaten centuries after it’s cooked.”

Leota scoffed, “That is not true, and also there are rats here man. How do you know your floor-jerky wasn’t part of some rat’s dinner?”

“Yeah, like I’m gonna die of plague, that hasn’t killed anyone since the year 200, Adebayo. And if I were to catch it, I could probably just sleep it off,” Adrian said, chuckling.

“Dude, you can’t just sleep off plague,” Chris butted in.

“Uh, I totally could,” Adrian persisted.

“Dude,” John said, “it’s plague.”

“Ok we get it,” she cut in, silencing Adrian with a look that only encouraged the butterflies in his stomach, “Adrian’s stupid and he’s probably gonna die. What else is new? Now can we figure out what the hell is going on with this mission?”

Emilia looked up from the map, passing out dossiers to each member of the team. “Ten weeks ago, the President’s secret service arrived in Maine to secure a location the president would be speaking at,” she explained, pointing to a circled area on the map. “Within the hour, all five agents were found dead on the scene. First responders noted a single gunshot right between the eyebrows on each agent, ballistics assuming that they were shot long-distance, presumably a sniper.”

“Wait, they’re assuming?” Chris asked, looking up from the file, “these nerds spend all day analyzing bullets and they can’t even find out what gun the bullet is from?”

“Well these ‘nerds’ are the only people we have so don’t complain,” Emilia said, “besides, it’s pretty hard to analyze a bullet when there aren’t any.”

“Wait,” Adrian said slowly, “so whoever shot them took the bullets back after they were done?”

“Hey, what’s this?” she asked, and her voice sounded like a symphony to Adrian’s ears. “The autopsy report stated that the cause of death was batrachotoxin? What in the world is that? And does this mean the shots were done post-mortem?”

“Batrachotoxin,” John started, bringing his laptop over to the center of the table, “is an insanely powerful neurotoxin found on, get this, the skin of poison dart frogs. Get less than a gram of this stuff into your bloodstream, and in less then ten minutes you’ll be suffering from paralysis and then death.”

“Well that doesn’t make any sense,” Chris started.

“Exactly,” Emilia cut in, “if the toxin was already gonna kill them, why bother shooting them?”

“Oh, that’s not what I was talking about,” Chris said, “I was talking about the thing Economos said. How do you suffer from death? You can’t be suffering from death because you’ll already be dead.”

“Ok, it’s a figure of speech,” John said.

“Yeah, a dumb one,” Chris said, chuckling, “you know John, I was actually starting to think you were smart when you were talking about all that poison stuff but then this?”

“Hey screw you!” John yelled, although his protest was diminished by Chris’ roars of laughter.

“Ok, everyone shut up!” Emilia yelled, clenching her fists together. “We’re not done here yet, keep your egos in check until we’re done, got it?” she asked, “good. Now, since then, secret service agents have been dying the same way whenever they go to scout out a new location. It’s always the same situation: death by batrachotoxin, a post-mortem bullet to the head with no bullet, no witnesses, suspects, or evidence.”

“So, what are we doing here?” Adrian asked.

“At 5 this afternoon, the secret service is supposed to scout out an outdoor speaking event for the president. Waller wants us to arrive beforehand and see if there’s anyone suspicious who may be our guy. In the event that we do see him, Waller has been very insistent that we do not kill him? Understand?” Emilia asked, eyeing Chris and Adrian.

“Hey, why are you looking at us?” Adrian whined.

“Because you’re not exactly Mahatma Gandhi, and if we kill our guy, Waller will kill us.”

“The deaths coincide with dates the president is supposed to talk about his new anti-nuclear weapon policy, is it possible this is a rival politician trying to stop the president from talking about his new policy?” Leota asked.

“That’s our current lead,” Emilia explained, “Economos has been looking into politicians that disagree with the president’s policy, we’ve been tracking their comings and goings, looking into their communications, and trying to find anything that might lead to our guy. However, given the fact that we were assigned this mission two nights ago and the concerningly large number of politicians that want more nukes, we’ve barely been able to get through anything.”

“You said the senator was coming in right Harcourt? That’s why our hotel was so booked up. And this poison has to be coming from somewhere, poison dart frogs are native to central america right? So shouldn’t we be checking whether or not any of these guys have made repeated trips down to the border? I mean, getting this stuff through customs can’t be easy,” she pointed out, and when Adrian looked over at her, he had to physically stop himself from staring at her for too long.

“You’re right. Economos, check that out. For now, Leota and John will stay at the hotel and research our politicians. The rest of us will go to the location and try and see if we find anyone. This,” Emilia explained, pointing to another circle on the map, “is where the president will be speaking. Me and Chris will be watching the park and the two of you will surveill the forest behind it. If these shots were done by a sniper, the forest would be a good place to do it.”

Adrian sucked in a sharp breath, he was nervous, to say the least. “Hey Harcourt?” he asked, “can I talk to you real quick?”

Emilia sighed, but she let Adrian pull her aside while the rest of the team continued to look through the case files. “What do you need, Chase?” she asked with a sigh.

“I’m not trying to be uncool or anything but do you think it’s possible that I could go with Chris instead? It’s just that we’ve got a real ‘Bert-and-Ernie’ vibe and I think it would be good for the mission.”

Emilia sighed, “Bert and Ernie? Like from Sesame Street?”

“Wait, that’s where it’s from?” Adrian asked incredulously, “I thought Bert and Ernie were just some really good friends from like 1934 or something, and then they were just known throughout town as being really good friends, and so when someone else wanted to prove how good of friends they were with someone else, they would just say that they had a Bert and Ernie friendship, since Bert and Er—”

“Ok shut up Chase,” Emilia demanded. “Is this about your weird little crush on her?” she asked, gesturing over to where she currently sat, rifling through the dossier with that familiar crinkle in her brow.

Adrian scoffed loudly, “Please, what? Crush? Who- Who said I had a crush on her? Please, that’s- How old am I? Twelve? I don’t… I don’t like her.”

Emilia stared at him, her lack of belief in his statement clear on her face. “Well then, if you don’t like her then you should be fine working with her,” she said, turning away from Adrian with a shake of her head. “But Adrian?” she said, turning back to face him, “if you mess this up because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, Waller won’t be the only woman looking for your head.”

“Got it,” Adrian said awkwardly, although Harcourt had already walked away from him. Puffing air out of his lips, Adrian walked over to where his roommate and subsequent heartstopper was standing. He allowed himself to admire her focused stare for a second before he cleared his throat. “So…” he started, swinging his hands around. “Guess we’re gonna be partners… again,” he said, laughing awkwardly. “Just… two normal coworkers… working together… no weird feelings. I mean, of course there’s no weird feelings, I don’t even have feelings like I said last night, which was a totally normal night where nothing happened, definitely not during the middle of the night when you were sleeping… so should we go to the car?” he said, after clocking her stare.

“You’re acting really weird Chase,” she said, looking him up and down. “Let’s just get this done alright?” she said, slinging a duffel bag over her shoulder. Adrian watched her walk away for a moment before following her, but before he could Chris stopped him.

“Dude, just admit it, you like her,” Chris said.

“Psh, uh- wha- huh? I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about Chris, I have no feelings towards her at all, and definitely not love feelings,” Adrian spluttered frantically.

“Jesus Christ you’re hopeless Adrian.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that anyone with two eyes and half a brain can tell that you’re way into her dude. And I don’t mean that you just like her romantically, you’re pretty much in love you idiot.”

“Ok, that’s just not true Chris,” Adrian protested, although he had to admit that he had thought about it, “you should know better than anyone else that love? That’s just not the Vigilante-way. You and I? We put criminals to sleep and take their women to bed. We don’t get hung up on love or relationships or dreaming about owning a two story house with a white picket fence or a New York apartment or whatever housing situation our lover likes the best because they’re the most important thing to us and we would do anything to make them happy. No, the only people you and I are interested in is criminals, and murdering them. I know your time in Belle Reeve changed you and now you’re like this peace-loving hippie that doesn’t want to kill anyone and has crushes on people, but that’s not me. That’s not Vigilante. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go join my work partner on a very normal drive which I will very much enjoy because she is my coworker, and the only feelings I have towards her are respect and friendship.”

Chris shook his head. “Whatever you say man,” he said, giving Adrian a hard clap on the shoulder and sending him away.

“Sorry about that,” Adrian said as he climbed into the passenger seat of the car.

“About what?” she asked, flexing her hands against the steering wheel.

“Well- Chris had to talk to me about… something, so that’s why I took so long to come out.”

“Oh,” she said, “I didn’t notice.”

The two of them didn’t say much after that; she stared silently ahead at the road in front of them while Adrian gazed out the window, his eyes only flickering over to her occasionally. He wasn’t sure why but there was something off about her now. She was a naturally stoic and silent person, he knew — after all it was one of the reasons why he was so obsessed with her — but there was something else beneath her constrained quietness. A difference in the air around her; usually it felt calm, serene, still. But now, he could almost sense something disturbed about it. As if her stony facade were a smooth pond that had been marred by outward-moving rings of concentric circles, and yet what had caused the disturbance was still unknown, its very nature hidden away in the depths of the water.

It was then that Adrian thought back to the night before. He mulled over their conversations, choosing to skip over his many social errs and follies, when he remembered something that had struck him as odd when he heard it. “What did you mean when you said the bed was ‘too big’ last night?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“What did you mean when you asked Harcourt for a new partner?” she countered immediately, and to his surprise Adrian could feel a hint of emotion deep underneath her words, although the exact one was still unknown to him.

“I- That- It wasn’t what you think it was,” he tried to explain.

She chuckled dryly. “Is working with me really so horrible?” she asked, but Adrian could still sense that foreign emotion nudging at the edge of her words, yearning to free itself from its prison.

“No! No, not at all! It’s the opposite of that really,” Adrian said hurriedly. “It’s just that- I- You- I think… I think that you and I… I’m worried that we’re not… compatible? And… I guess that I’m just worried that you think I’m… you know,” he said, mumbling the last part.

“You’re what?” she asked, looking over at him, “weird? Annoying? Way too talkative?”

Adrian sighed, nodding glumly as he looked out the window. To his annoyance, it was ironically bright outside. The sun shining brightly overhead, there were no clouds in the sky, and the trees were rife with leaves as green as shamrocks. It looked like a scene from an oppressively happy movie — one that would be filled to the brim with cheesy romance, choreographed musical numbers, and shallow conflict that would be resolved in minutes. In other words, the exact opposite of his life.

“You’re right, I guess,” she said, her voice growing smaller now. “I do think you’re weird and annoying and way too talkative, but… for what it’s worth, I don’t really mind, and I don’t really mind… working with you,” she said, her voice now so quiet that it was barely above a whisper.

And it was then that the wool was finally pulled off Adrian’s eyes and he could see with startling clarity what he had missed before. The object that had disturbed the smooth pond of her aura, the hidden emotion that lurked beneath her words, he knew what it was now. He held it on the forefront of his mind and the tip of his tongue.

Betrayal.

She had overheard him asking for a partner change and she had felt hurt, she had felt offended, she had felt betrayed. And Adrian couldn’t have been more joyful. After what seemed like eons of searching for answers, for clues, anything that could’ve tipped the scales ever-so-slightly in his favor, he had found the very thing that would solve all his problems. Proof. Real, physical, audible proof that came out of her mouth that she cared. She cared about what he thought of her, even more, she enjoyed working with him. In all ways, it was a success, and Adrian had to fight to stop himself from bursting into giddy laughter right then and there.

“What are you grinning about?” she asked him, the betrayal no longer in her voice but instead replaced by something Adrian believed — hoped, really — to be playfulness.

“Nothing,” he said coyly, his smile growing impossibly bigger. “I mean, if I didn’t know any better I would say that you liked me,” he teased, grinning at her.

She glared back at him, but this time Adrian figured it held slightly less contempt that normal, “Say something stupid like that again and I’ll shoot you right now, got it Chase?” she threatened.

“Whatever you say,” he chuckled, “like you’re gonna murder the love of your life.”

“Good god,” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she redirected her attention back to the road.

When they arrived at the location there was nothing particularly absurd about it. It was a medium-sized field of green grass surrounded by a ring of forest behind it. There was a podium in the center of the field, its body covered by a banner of the President’s face, the background of which was covered with patriotic reds and blues. In front of it were rows upon rows of folding chairs, and behind the podium were six American flags, the cloth hanging limply in the windless air.

“Come on,” she sighed, “Harcourt says we have to surveill the forest so we better get set up.” The forest seemed to be well over a mile away from where they stood, and so with a groan Adrian grabbed his things and followed behind her.

The trek to the forest was tedious at best. By then, the sun was directly overhead and its suffocating rays beat down at them insistently. Adrian could feel his body begin to drip with sweat as they trudged towards the forest, which seemed to only grow further and further away. To take his mind away from the torrid atmosphere, he focused on the person in front of him. The way her hair jolted every so slightly as she walked. The resoluteness of each step she took, as if each was carefully planned to take her further. The way she had finally admitted to him that she had some sort of feelings towards him, even if her voice was so quiet he worried that he may have imagined it.

With his focus diverted to her, the arid walk to the forest seemed irrelevant, like an after-thought, and before long they were standing on the edge of the trees. It was here Adrian realized that what he thought had been a densely packed area of trees was really nothing of the sort. In reality, the forest was quite sparse and exiguous; in fact, if you looked up the sky was startlingly visible. Its cloudless, turquoise expanse looming over them.

“Well, shall we go in m’lady?” he asked, sweeping his hand outward. She rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath but she went in regardless.

As she walked in, Adrian realized that they were sorely under-resourced for this kind of mission. The forest was impressively large, and even if it was relatively devoid of trees and shrubs, it would still take hours to search it completely. “Hey,” Adrian said, reaching for her shoulder to stop her from diligently soldiering on, “How are we supposed to find someone in here? This place is huge.”

She paused, scanning their surroundings, “You’ve got a point Chase,” she admitted, “I guess our best option would be to split up and look around, maybe find a vantage point a sniper might like. From there, if we don’t find them I guess we can find somewhere to meet up.” Adrian nodded slowly, although he was too preoccupied being upset that they would have to split up to truly understand what she was saying. She continued again, “I’ll radio Harcourt to tell her the plan, you go west, I’ll go east. We’ll walk to the edge of the forest and from there converge in the north. Check out high points and anything suspicious, if we find anything, radio each other. This guy is definitely a professional, so don’t engage unless we’re both there, or unless you’re one hundred percent sure that you can neutralize him without killing him. Remember, if he dies, Waller will make sure we do too. Got it?”

“Uh, yeah,” Adrian said, “hey if you want, I can go east. I was just thinking that there are more trees eastward and since I have a helmet and you don’t I’m sure you could use the shade. Plus, this suit is insulated so it’s like a meat freezer in here, if you know what I mean.”

“Ugh, gross,” she said, “but whatever. Thanks, I guess.”

Adrian nodded enthusiastically in response, but by then she had already turned her back to him, the duffel bag of gear swinging as she slowly disappeared into the trees. With a sigh, Adrian readjusted the strap of his own duffel bag and turned towards the expanse he was to explore.

For the most part, his scouting was relatively uneventful. Occasionally, he would hear a rustle of leaves or a snapped twig, but when he went to check it out it would be nothing but the wind or a small animal. He spent most of the time lost in his thoughts, consumed by the hurricane of events that had preceded what he was doing now. The hotel room, the cuddling, the confession; just a few hours ago he had felt abandoned. Like the earth and the sky and everyone else was leaving him, off to live their happily ever afters without him.

But then, she had said those magical words, and Adrian’s world changed. No longer had he been left behind; now he was one with the earth and the sky and everyone else. He was one of them, ready to live out his own happily ever after with her. He repeated her words over and over in her head like a mantra, I don’t really mind working with you, he whispered to himself, taking steps in tandem with his words.

I don’t really mind working with you. One step.

I don’t really mind working with you. Two steps.

I don't really mind work—

“Chase,” he heard, the staticky chatter of the radio pulling him from his thoughts. “I think I see him, I just sent you my loca—” But then her voice was interrupted by a sickeningly familiar sound. One that rooted Adrian to his spot and sent chills cascading down his spine. A brief whistle of air followed by a startling crack as loud as a firework.

A gunshot.

Adrian began to panic. A gunshot was bad, very, very bad. She hadn’t been wearing a bulletproof vest. He had convinced her earlier that it was a needless precaution. It was dangerously hot outside and it would only slow them down. Besides, it wasn’t as if they were going to take him down alone.

By now they had to have been at least a mile away from each other. Even if he sprinted it would take him at least eight minutes to get there, and he wasn’t sure she had that long. For all he knew he could she could be dead.

That thought startled him into clarity, and in his newfound rationality he dropped the duffel and began running back where he came, digging furiously through his belt for his phone. Her coordinates only brought more bad news. Like he suspected, she was over a mile away. If she had been shot in the heart — which wouldn’t be unexpected, considering how good of a shot their suspect was — she would probably have died by now. A shot to the abdomen wasn’t good either. A few more minutes and she would be dead.

For now, Adrian could only cling onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, she hadn’t been the one to get shot. Maybe she shot him, or it was just a hunter somewhere miles away. Anything other than face the possibility that he may never see her again.

While he was running — branches scratching at his arms and rocks digging into his shoes — he came to another terrifying realization. Like him and Chris, she had a life outside of this. A life that he didn’t know, and that didn’t know him. She had other friends and other coworkers, and there was a frighteningly real chance that if she did die, he would never make it to her funeral. He would never be able to say his final goodbye. Never be able to at least cling onto her palm, no matter how cold it was, and tell her that he always loved her and that he’d never get over her.

And then with a shiver he realized it was all his fault.

He had been the one to convince her to take off her vest. He had been the one to propose they switch sides. He had been the one to make her life hell these past days. With his incessant pestering and teasing and blabbering. He should’ve been the one coming face-to-face with their sniper. His suit was already bulletproof, there would be no harm to him. She would come for back-up, they’d take him down, and maybe Adrian would even ask her out.

And now he wouldn’t even have the chance.

Adrian kept running throughout the forest. It was all he could do. All he knew how to do. One foot in front of the other. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Just like she had done just hours before when they were entering the forest. Just like she had before she fell victim to its cruel inhabitant.

His mind would’ve only spiraled further if his thoughts hadn’t been interrupted. From his belt, his radio began to chirp its small, static song. Without slowing down, Adrian pulled at the radio, holding it close to his ear to hear what was coming out.

“Where are—”

“Hel—”

“He got aw—”

“Tell Har—”

He could hear her voice crackling in and out of the receiver. Her voice was small and croaky. As if every word was strenuous and difficult. It did, however, bring a glimmer of hope. If she was strong enough to click the button of the radio and strong enough to lift it to her face, then there was a chance that she would be strong enough to hold on a little longer.

“Just wait,” he whispered into the radio, more of a plea than a request. “Please god, just wait. Please. Please. Please. You can’t go. Don’t go,” he babbled, realizing that tears had begun to stream down his face, soaking the inside of his mask. He kept rambling into the radio as he ran, not really knowing what he was saying and not really caring either.

After what seemed like a painfully long time, Adrian arrived at her location: a brief clearing near a cliffside. For a moment he couldn’t find her, and his heart was seized with panic and fear. The sight was unsettlingly macabre. In the center was a haunting trail of sticky blood. The crimson liquid tainting the green grass beneath it. His eyes traced up its winding path until he saw her, slumped over against a tree.

Her hands laid on either side of her, their palms facing the sky. The sight of her reminded him of biblical paintings he saw during his childhood. Jesus, his palms up to the sky, praising the Lord and readying himself to ascend to the heavens. It also reminded him of a sacrifice. As if someone had propped her up against the tree to sacrifice to some cruel god. Although, Adrian supposed, it was clear now that all gods were cruel. Cruel because they let her get hurt. Cruel because they made it his fault. Cruel because they made him love her.

He realized then that he hadn’t moved since entering the clearing and so he hastily rushed over to her. His hands fumbled and shook as he reached for her wrist. It was limp and pliable in his grip, but he could ever so faintly feel the whisper of a pulse. “Come on,” he whispered to her, “wake up. Come on. Wake up. Come on. Wake up.” Over and over again he repeated this, although it worked more to calm him than to stimulate her.

The first thing he needed to do was stop the bleeding. And yet, there was so much blood that he could barely tell where it began. At that point, his hyperventilating had begun to fog up his helmet, and so he lifted it off so he could care for her, frantically shoving his glasses onto his face. The lack of his helmet, however, made everything seem so much worse. With the red tint of his visor no longer there to mask some of the damage, he was forced to face the extent of her wounds head-on.

Clenching his hands into balls, he took a shaky breath to steady himself. Carefully, he began to feel around her abdomen, caressing the smooth canvas of her skin until he found it. The divot of a gunshot. As far as he knew it hadn’t hit anything vital, although he worried that it was dangerously close to her spinal cord.

Adrian swiveled around, searching for the duffel bag. It would have first aid in it, gauze, bandages, painkillers, but it was nowhere to be found. He realized that their mystery sniper had most likely taken it, and then he remembered why they had the duffel in the first place. The mission. Quickly, he grabbed the radio off of his belt, cursing as he fumbled wildly with the controls until he could tune into Harcourt and Chris’ frequency.

“Help,” he said frantically. “Help. Help. We need help. She got shot. I’ll send you our coordinates, just get help,” he said, too frenzied to add anything more.

He had to stop the bleeding. He had to find something that he could use to wrap it, to apply pressure. There was no duffel, no gauze, no bandages, so did the only thing he could think to do. He started undressing. As fast as he could he started shedding his gear, cursing his past self for adding so many layers.

After a frustratingly long time, he was finally left in a long-sleeve black shirt. Hastily, he ripped a large piece off the bottom and prepared to lift her. Adrian sat down next to her, and trying to be as careful as possible, slowly lifted her into his lap so that her head was resting on his leg. From this position, it was much easier for him to navigate her body. For him to carefully and tightly wrap the strip of cloth around her waist. For him to gently wipe some of the hair off of her bloodied face. For him to grip onto her hand and whisper that everything would be alright.

But there was too much blood, he realized. It didn’t make sense, it wasn’t possible to lose such a large amount of blood from one gunshot, which meant there had to be another. He looked back at the trail of blood. She was the strongest person he knew, if she dragged herself to the tree he knew it would be because she had to. With a bout of clarity, he began scanning her legs until his eyes rested on another wound.

This gunshot was located on her thigh, just above her knee. It was slowly spitting up blood, the liquid oozing out in small rivulets. Cursing under his breath, he fished a knife out from his belt and, carefully, cut away the cloth around it. He hastily peeled off his shirt so that he could construct a tourniquet and began to tie it around her leg, just above the wound.

Adrian held his breath as he watched the wound on her leg. To his relief, it had slowly stopped bleeding, and he let out a sigh. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to her, stroking some hair off of her forehead, “I’m so sorry. It should’ve been me, this is all my fault.”

Then, for some reason Adrian couldn’t understand, he was overwhelmed with the urge to be close to her. And very carefully, he lifted her from where she lay and pulled her close to him so that her back was against his chest.

In these moments while he waited for the team to find them, it was quiet. With her against him, Adrian felt oddly peaceful. He felt placid. He felt as if he were floating in the middle of an ocean. He let himself be buoyed by the waves, opened himself up to the gentle lull of their movement. And so because he was very tired — after all he had been through so much already — he let himself close his eyes. He let himself dream.

He dreamed that they were in Paris, sitting on a balcony and watching the sun set. Her, leaning against him like she was now, and him with his arm around her waist, stroking the plane of her side tenderly. Once the sun set, they would stare with awe and amazement at just how quickly the city transformed. How it became bright and vibrant. How the Eiffel Tower lit up the night sky. She would stare up at him, and in her eyes would be a twinkle so bright and loving that it would outshine every other light in the city.

Or if they weren’t in Paris, perhaps they were in the Bahamas. Where the sky was always clear and the ocean was always blue. Where the sun was always shining, but not as forcefully as it had before. Instead, the sun’s rays would be gentle, a delight instead of a torment. They would be sitting along the beach, the sand nestled in between their toes, and Adrian would smile lazily down at her, and she would smile back.

By the time she woke up, Adrian had been in the hospital for over a day. They had been lucky though. The team had found them quickly and their sniper was caught fleeing the scene. The surgery went smoothly, and when it was done the doctors informed that team that had the bullet had narrowly missed her spinal cord as well as several internal organs. She would be in a coma, they told him, due to her severe blood loss but she would be awake again soon.

Adrian didn’t consider that lucky though. Luck was not getting shot in the first place. Luck was never being assigned to this wretched mission at all. Luck was being able to live your life without worrying about which government official was going to risk your life for some stupid political campaign.

He couldn’t help but be mad. At the sniper, at the team, at himself. It was all so preventable. If he had just pushed Harcourt a little further for a new teammate. If he had just kept his mouth shut instead of suggesting they switch sides. If he had just gotten there a little bit faster or tied the tourniquet a little bit tighter.

“I said the bed was too big because of something that happened before I joined the team,” she said, her voice small and raspy, and Adrian looked up. He had been so engrossed in his thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed her stir from her hospital bed.

“What?” he asked, too shocked to say anything else.

“A few years ago,” she said, letting out a deep sigh, “I was an A.R.G.U.S. agent. I was young and dumb and reckless and I became friends with a fellow agent, Jason. One day, we were working a mission. We were in a big clearing and I was stupid and walked right in without checking for traps. It was a set-up of couse, and I got shot.” Adrian took in a sharp breathe at this, but she waved her hand dismissively and continued. “It wasn’t bad, just nicked my arm.”

“But Jason had followed me, and he wasn’t so lucky. He got shot in the chest, and before I knew it he was on the ground. It was a terrible feeling. We were like some dumb animal, wandering straight into a trap where we could just be plucked off one by one. I had no shield, no cover, nothing. There were bullets flying around me and I didn’t know what to do.

“I wasn’t thinking straight and so I did the first thing I could think of and ran back where I came from, leaving Jason behind. Once I was in the forest, I could see what happened to him. He had been shot more times than I could count. None of them fatal, which is worse. Eventually the bullets stopped, but I couldn’t go back out there. I watched, less than six feet away as one of my best friends choked to death on his own blood. All because of me.

“I remember what it felt like attending his funeral. It was in a cathedral. The ceiling was so high and the whole place was so open. It reminded me of when he died. Of the openness, of the vulnerability, of the shame.

“I realized then why A.R.G.U.S. tells you not to befriend any of your coworkers. It’s because you get close to them. And when they inevitably die, you obsess over it. And they were right. I did. I couldn’t stop thinking about how scared I had been, and how scared Jason must have been. I was able to get away relatively unharmed, but Jason’s body had been mutilated so badly the funeral had to be closed-casket.”

“That’s why you dragged yourself to the tree,” Adrian whispered quietly.

She nodded, and there was a hint of sadness behind her smile. “Why’d you tell me this?” Adrian asked softly, “I mean, I appreciate it but, it’s not exactly ‘in-character’ for you.”

She laughed lightly, “Well you saved my life out there Adrian. If it weren’t for you I would just be another Jason. I owed you one, and now my debt is repaid.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t get there in time,” he whispered, reaching out tentatively to grab her hand.

She let him grab it, and when he did she squeezed it back. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a terrible teammate.”

“Don’t say that, you’ve been perfect. You’re perfect,” he said.

Adrian smiled at her, and she smiled back. Once Adrian had considered her an enigma. A mystery. An equation waiting to be solved. But here in the hospital, with its fluorescent bulbs humming lightly and the dull buzz and whirs of the machines, he realized that she was anything but. At the end of the day, she was just a girl — a person, like him — who was scared. Who was haunted by the ghosts of her past. Who was more comfortable locking things away than presenting them freely. Who would rather be seen as someone intimidating and formidable than caring and emotional. And it was so simple, he realized, the basis of her being. Her motives, her desires, her wants. They were basic. They were human.

And yet as simple as they were, there was a layer of complexity to them. There was a layer of complexity to her. In a way, she reminded him of a bank vault. The mechanics of the door — the locks, the screws, the bolts — were intensely complicated. They were purposely designed to be impenetrable. Each facet was orchestrated so carefully so that the treasures inside would never be seen without the right password.

But now, Adrian had the right password. And when he was finally able to get past the vault's solid doors and view the treasure inside, he could finally appreciate just how beautifully simple it was. The luxuries inside were akin to diamonds, both in beauty and personality.

Like a diamond, she too had experienced a life of suffocating pressure. Pushing down farther and farther on her until finally, she did not crack, but instead became an impeccable jewel. A stone, unrivaled in its beauty and worth, with not even the slightest impurity to desecrate it. A diamond was beautiful because it was perfectly simple, just like her.

And it was this limbo, this teetering balance of complex simplicity that she was so comfortable in, that had drawn Adrian, like a moth to a flame, into her. It was this limbo that had allured him so intensely, so powerfully, that he could not bear to turn away. And it was in this limbo, Adrian knew, that he loved her, and that he would always love her. For he had become hers. And he knew this because his heart, his soul, and his livelihood had become clutched tightly in her grasp.

And while he watched her smile at him, her eyebrows finally uncreasing, he hoped that whatever god was out there would not be so cruel as to make her let go.

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vigsilantes · 1 year

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valentine's day (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader Summary: Adrian and the reader spend yet another Valentine's Day together. Word Count: 1.4k Tags: established relationship, reader-insert, gender-neutral pronouns, post-canon, idiots in love, comfort, fluff, drinking, domestic fluff, valentine's day

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After a long shift at your day job, all you wanted to do when you got home was relax with Adrian and have a chill night. You were not at all up for patrolling tonight, the bad guys of Evergreen can wait a night to be caught. Work was a pain in the ass and based on your texts with Adrian through the day you could tell that he would probably be up for staying in tonight as well. Before your shift had ended you texted Adrian and told him that you would walk home from work tonight to clear your head from the messy day you just had, and to your surprise he didn’t throw a fit about not picking you up. He loves picking you up from work, but you figured he probably had a long day at the restaurant too, so it didn’t strike you as anything to worry about-or worry too much about. You then texted Adrian to let him know you were leaving work.

You: omw home :) Ade: cool beans see you soon babe!🧜🏻

With that, you threw in your headphones and listened to music on your short walk home. It only took a few minutes to get there, and as you walked down the street you saw the Vigilante-mobile parked outside of your apartment.

As you approached your door you heard music playing, you recognized it to be “Paper Rings” by Taylor Swift, you giggled knowing how much Adrian loves Miss Swift. You happily sighed because you love coming home to hear Adrian singing off-key and seeing his dorky dance moves, it will make any shitty day you’ve had a thousand times better. After turning the keys to unlock the door you found Adrian standing in the hallway holding a bouquet of roses. You noticed that the entire apartment was covered in flower petals, hearts, and candles-all of the Valentine’s Day essentials. Suddenly it hit you, you remembered today is the 14th. With your day job being insane and also working relentlessly with the 11th Street Kids, you completely lost track of the date. There was also a box of your favorite pizza and a few bottles of wine with glasses on the table, he really went all out. Your cheeks instantly grew pink, and a giant smile painted onto your face.

“Adrian??” you begin, bewildered at what he was doing. He flashed his teeth and padded over to you.

“Wow I can’t believe that I timed that out right from when you said you were coming home,” Adrian chuckled at his own timing and you couldn’t help but laugh, he straightened himself and cleared his throat, “Will you be my Valentine, my love?” he offered you the roses and wiggled his brows in anticipation. You huffed a laugh and heat ran to your cheeks, completely shocked at what he set up for you.

“I-of course, honey, it would be my honor,” you stepped in close to him, leaned onto your tippy toes and planted a kiss on his lips. He briefly pulled away and stares into your eyes, you could stare into his green eyes for a lifetime.

“Pshh no, babe, the honor is all mine!” He kissed you again, you felt intoxicated by the way he kissed you. He then motioned for you to put your stuff down and generously helped you take off your coat and put your bag in its usual spot. You kicked your shoes off and walked over to him, closing the distance between you both.

“Y’know we’ve been each other’s valentines for years now, I wasn’t expecting you to ask me and to… do all of this. It is very thoughtful, and sweet, and charming, and just… amazing, Ade,” you confessed, he took your hands.

“Yeaahhh we’ve been valentines forever now, I just wanted to do something to surprise you and to celebrate our loveeeeee,” he playfully wiggled your arms, “and to show you how cool I think you are and how you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I wanted us to have a super romantic night with each other and get a little wine drunk, and y’know sometimes it’s nice to be cheesy and fall into the whole heartsy-fartsy thing,” he let out a deep breath after rambling, you somehow managed to smile even more than you were before.

“You’re the best, like seriously, Ade, I love you so much,” you kissed him again. “Anddd even though I totally forgot today was Valentine’s Day, like the actual day of the holiday, I do have a gift for you that I got a few weeks ago,” his eyes lit up. You separated from him briefly to run to get his gift-it was a Beatles record that he has been looking to buy for a while, well, he had the album before, it’s one of his favorite albums ever, but it got damaged. One night a couple months ago Chris brought Eagly over to visit and Eagly was not happy to be in your small apartment, and while listening to the record Eagly spread his wings, hit the vinyl, and it got scratched from the needle. Since then, it’s been unplayable, and it’s been hard to find in any stores near you guys. Adrian was kinda pissed as it was his favorite record, but it was easy to see that Eagly felt bad afterwards because he tried hugging Adrian, which made Adrian tear up and immediately stop being mad at him.

Luckily, you managed to stumble across it at a record store a few weeks ago and you had to buy it for him, you snuck it home and hid it under your shared bed so he wouldn’t find it until the holiday. You grabbed it and shuffled over to the table where he was now sitting. With a warm grin on your face, you handed him the wrapped gift.

“OOOH,” he said eagerly, he very quickly unwrapped it and his eyes grew wide, he chuckled.

“Do you like it?” you ask, already knowing the answer, he shook his head wildly.

“Uhhh yeah! Holy shit I can’t believe you found it! Thanks, babe, we gotta listen to it right now,” you nodded your head in agreement as he paused the music from his phone and went over to the record player. He placed the needle on the record and Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band began playing, Adrian started dancing over to you and singing the lyrics.

“It was twenty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play,” he bobbed his head to the beat and smiled, “Ahh fuck I missed having this album, I am so happy right now!”

“Me too,” you beamed, he sat across from you, “our minds are so similar we both had little Valentine’s Day surprises for each other!” He comically gasped at what you said.

“Woahh you are totally right, that’s insane! We are so in sync, babe, I love it,” Adrian said, he was clearly ecstatic about the record which made you very content with your purchase. “It’s almost like our cycles are synched or something, babe,” he pondered, you snorted loudly at his comment. He then reached for the wine. “Care for some vino, my love?” he asked as he opened the bottle, you nodded, and he poured glasses for you both.

You noticed the label on the wine and your heart felt warm, as this particular bottle of wine was the kind you both drank after he asked you to be in a relationship many years ago. You reflected on the time you have spent with Adrian over the years and how grateful you were to be with him.

“Cheers,” you said as you both clinked your glasses, Adrian’s eyes were literally dilating as he looked at you, you blushed-or your cheeks were still blushing, the pink never left your face since you arrived at home.

You have been with him for so many years now but the littlest things he does can still make you get butterflies or blush or just feel giddy with joy; his laugh, his eyes, how he plays with your hair, the cute nicknames he has for you, his stupid jokes, his smile, how he knows your coffee order, the way he holds your hand, just … everything.

He just makes your heart happy.

He scooched his chair next to yours, flung his arm around you, and began softly rubbing your shoulder. You both went in for a kiss, smiling in between breaths.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” you softly said in between kisses, the smiles never left your faces.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe. I’m so so soooo fucking happy that you’re my Valentine.”

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jessie-writes-things · 2 years

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Still I'm Burning

I'm tipsy and take no responsibility for this unedited mess. The title has no relevance but I did listen to this Wig Wam on repeate while writing this.

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Female Reader

Words: 1k

Genre: Smut (minors DNI)

Warnings and tags: smut, heavy petting, fingering, that finger thing (not anal, just can't think of what to call it), biting, talks of oral (female receiving) needy Adrian being needy. Shit's unedited because I'm lazy.

It had been a week between Adrian dropping you the usual rushed goodbye message and the group turning up at your place looking for aid after a particularly hard job. You helped them patch up and get comfortable to crash for the night. Well, as they could be after being beaten half to death by some new crazy alien species threatening to invade Earth.

Light chatter bled through the wall between the living room and your bedroom until, eventually, silence took over.

Adrian was last to knock out like always, voice a low grumble as he floated to the end of whatever tangent he must’ve been on. Then, less than five minutes later he came knocking on your door. You hadn’t even fully changed into your pajamas.

He kissed you hard, leaving less than a couple of seconds between the door opening and walking you back into your dresser. Hard wood pressed into your lower back but was quickly replaced by his hand creeping under your shirt. His expertise showed with how quickly he unclasped your bra before falling apart when he rushed to take it off before your shirt.

‘You need to slow down.’ You breathed out a laugh, the end turning into a short gasp when he bit down on your neck.

Not that he'd ever listen.

Adrian threw you onto the bed, old mattress springs creaking under the combined weight. You fell open for him, giving him room to slot in between your legs, and in return, he smiled down at you like a predator that had caught its first prey of the week.

Afraid he would ruin your clothes otherwise, you sat up as much as he allowed, throwing the garments off and chucking them across the room somewhere to be forgotten. Adrian grappled for any piece of you he could get of you, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides, leaving little red marks along your skin.

He barely left enough room between you’s to get his own shift off, the desperation laughable. And when you did laugh, he moved with such purpose, his hips pressing into yours in such a way you could feel the hardening length under his jeans and your PJ bottoms, right where you had been waiting to have him.

It was stupid how quickly Adrian had you melting for him and by the tiny smirk he gave, he knew it too.

You used his hair to pull him back and give yourself room to breathe for a second. ‘Finish taking my clothes off before you try fucking me.’

‘Sorry.’ He at least laughed this time, red faced and nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck. ‘I just missed you a lot. Like, a lot, a lot, and with everyone here I couldn’t show you that earlier.’

Some of his hair was still wet from the shower and you pushed back the misplaced strands so they were out of his face. ‘That’s okay. We have all the time in the world now, yeah?’

Adrian nodded, only half aware of what you were saying. Instead, he preoccupied himself with your neck, pressing a series of hot, opened-mouth kisses along the column. He followed your pulse to where it rested just under your jaw, sucking at the spot then running his tongue over it like it would somehow reduce the redness that would surely be there in the morning.

Soft noises trembled from your lips as you did your best to keep quiet, but between Adrian’s mouth and his hand snaking up the leg of your loose shorts, pulling them to the side enough to give him all the access he wanted, the whole trying not to wake your friends in the next room over was becoming a dud mission.

It was actually embarrassing how easy it was for him to slip a finger into you, almost as embarrassing as the loud yelp you gave when he added the second, the palm of his hand pushing up against your clit. Your own fingers dug into the flesh of his back, pulling him closer and latching your teeth into his shoulder just to shut you up.

And he laughed. Adrian Chase fucking laughed at your little moans and whimpers despite him being so desperate to fuck neither of you had fully finished undressing.

Thing is, you couldn’t even complain. You weren’t sure if it from the week of not seeing him or just the pure skill of the guy, but Adrian had you seeing stars in a matter of minutes. The knot in your stomach tightened and tightened, every muscle in your body succumbing to his every will until finally all it took was a a quick stroke of his fingers for you to break for him

Adrian had you near crying, saved only by his tongue silencing the sounds of your pleasure. By the end you could just about breathe, your vision blurred but you caught the moment Adrian brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting the wetness with a wicked grin.

The sight was hot enough to have your core clenching again, legs still spasming from the intensity of everything. But no matter how hot, the fogged up glasses and rose tinted cheeks and boyish smile did nothing but make Adrian look fucking adorable. ‘Think that’s the quickest I’ve ever made you cum?’

You snored out a laugh and pushed back that stubborn hair getting in the way again. ‘I don’t really keep track, baby.’

‘Maybe you could this time. That had to be five minutes tops. Think I could eat you out in under five minutes?’

The determination was truly inspiring, looking up at you with the puppy dog eyes and his swollen lips and even though you were still sensitive as hell, you nodded. ‘Guess there’s only one way to find out.’

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Here’s an Adrian chase request! Adrian finds out the reader draws him a lot n he finds it so endearing n cute he can’t stop gushing about it to ppl n the reader n kissing them all over for being so sweet n maybe the 11th street gang make jokes about how the drawings are too good to be of Adrian

hello! sorry this took longer than intended, getting back into the mindset to write for adrian is hard and i've been working a lot. but i hope you like it :) tysm for ur request!!

Adrian had no idea that an inanimate object could taunt him so much.

It's like your sketchbook, even closed and plastered with cute stickers on the cover, is screaming open me! open me! directly into his eardrums. His fingers are practically twitching.

Normally, he'd have been halfway through looking at it by now. You two share almost everything; it's just the way your relationship is, even only after a few months being together. You're like two open books.

Ha. Irony.

But the thing stopping Adrian from picking up the book is just how secretive you've been with it the past few weeks. He'd known that you drew, you did just about anything art related. He'd always admired your passion for creative hobbies. But you never showed him any, even awkwardly cover them up when he tries to peek. And it'd been even more intense lately, with you either on the other side of the room, or completely in another room, huddled with your phone next to your sketchbook. If you aren't drawing, it's tucked away somewhere Adrian hasn't discovered yet. The only reason it's now here, sitting in front of his curious eyes on the coffee table, is that you'd rushed out the door, having nearly forgotten to pick up the takeout you ordered an hour before.

You'd been gone now twenty minutes, and Adrian's spent half of that in the same spot, staring at the book. He knows he probably shouldn't open it, but he's also super fucking curious. How bad could it be? Surely there weren't any big secrets in there, right? It's just drawings. You aren't the cerebral type when it comes to your art hobbies; it's more of a way to relax or give yourself something to focus on to decompress from the rest of life.

Another five minutes passes before Adrian steels himself, finally picking up the book and flipping through its pages. A smile slowly curls up his lips once he gets a quarter of the way through various sketches of places around your apartment, little goofy cartoons of the 11th Street Kids, into a number of pages of... himself?

His heart races as he takes it in, warmth crawling up his arms and settling in his chest pleasantly. Graphite sketches, some in higher detail than others, carefully done with each stroke building a near perfect image of him. His jaw could've fallen off and dropped to the floor. Your other stuff is great, he was amazed on the first page in, but something about you spending hours-- days by the dates scribbled next to each sketch-- capturing him in such detail. His shock turns into a smile so wide his cheeks hurt.

As he continues to leaf through them, various sketches in different areas of your life together-- the sofa, your bed, Fennel Fields, Hennenlotter Video, even the van during one long roadtrip for a mission-- he finally reaches the most recent one, dated today. You have the day off, and with Adrian only having had a half-shift as well, you'd both lounged in bed longer than usual this morning. He remembers you shifting over to where he couldn't see the paper as you'd begun to draw, so he'd focused on playing a game on his phone, the TV playing some sitcom rerun in the background. The sound of your pencil weaving in and out of laugh tracks and commercials. Your legs stretched out comfortably over his thighs from your side of the bed. His hand massaging your ankle affectionately. It was so peaceful. And even he could see it now, reflected back on his own face constructed in shades of grey, careful scribbles shading the late morning light framing his face.

Adrian is so distracted by the memory that he doesn't notice you opening the door until a loud thunk makes his head jerk towards you when you drop the bag of food on the floor.

"Adrian!" Your voice turns a bit shrill in panic as you reach for your sketchbook in his hands. He pulls it just out of your reach with a smile. Meanwhile your frown nearly reaches your shoes. "Give it back, you weren't supposed to see that."

"Why not? It's just me," he smiles at you brightly. He finds the pink dusting your cheeks incredibly endearing. "You shouldn't hide these anyway, babe, you're a regular Salvador Deli!"

"It's Dali--"

"Are you sure? I always remembered his name because it sounded like Salami Deli and--"

"Adrian!" You whine, finally prying the book from his hands. You huff. "I'm just-- I guess I'm embarrassed. I don't want you to think I'm a creep or something for drawing you so much. And- and they're not that great--"

"First of all, they are great, fucking amazing, actually. Second, you could never be a creep, dude, not with skills like that, plus, we're dating, how is it any different than when I take photos of you?" He presses a kiss to your cheek, squeezes your wrist. Tugs you impossibly close to him. The heat of your embarrassment fades into the familiar warmth of Adrian's affections. "I think it's cute that I'm your muse or whatever, baby. I've never been someone's muse before. This is just like Titanic." You let out a giggle at that because, no, it really isn't, but you understand what he means. It's cute. Adrian kisses your cheek again.

"Okay, Jack." You mumble, overwhelmed with warmth as he presses his cheek to yours, practically overflowing with his affection for you. He almost prances over to the food you left on the floor, completely moving on to another conversation.

"Speaking of, did you know the first time I watched that I only saw the second VHS tape when I was a kid? I thought it was a horror movie."

Adrian knowing about your art was a blessing and a curse. You love having his support, his constant praises were motivation to you, and validation that nobody would shy away from. It's also nice to not have to worry about hiding them from him anymore, and sometimes he makes sure not to move for a while if he notices you're drawing him.

On the other hand, he continues to tell absolutely everyone, every single person you bump into, how talented he thinks you are, and "oh you should see, I have it right here on my phone." It's sweet, really, but sometimes it gets overwhelming. You're hoping it'll die down soon, but knowing Adrian, it might be a while before he fixates on some other quality to brag on you about. Again, he's sweet.

He especially never stops gushing to the 11th Street Kids, most often Chris and Leota, the latter who, god bless her, actually shows interest, and is incredibly supportive. Well, she was at first, now it's just to make you flustered just to get on your nerves.

Chris, however, consistently tries to convince Adrian you aren't actually drawing him, because you make him look too attractive. And every single day you are on the verge of kicking him in the nuts.

"Adrian, man, I'm telling you, they just put a pair of glasses on a random stock photo model, you are not this hot--"

"Christopher Smith, put my boyfriend's name in your mouth in a negative context one more time, and you will no longer have a dick that works."

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gh0stsp1d3r · 2 months

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Adrian Chase would also, after Y/n calls him “hot”, would most definitely be telling anyone and everyone lol, the 11th Street Kids team would be like, “WE GET IT, SHE CALLED YOU HOT”

omg so sorry this took forever to respond to 😭 anyways I imagine this gif is exactly how he’d react

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“You’re lucky you’re cute, Chase.” You mumbled under your breath to him. Your thumb swiping over the blood that got on your cheek when he stabbed the guy currently on the floor.

He froze in place, breath hitching. Did he hear that right? His heart raced as he took the knife out of the man’s chest.

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You said, laughing to yourself as you imagined his face underneath.

“You think I’m…?” He pointed to you and then himself. You rolled your eyes at him, an amused smile was on your face.

“Focus, you two.” Emilia’s voice cut through, Adrian was blushing underneath his mask.

And when he got home, Peacemaker came in with him and Adrian pulled out two beers from his fridge.

“I can’t believe it.” Adrian mumbled to himself, sitting on his couch.

“What?” Peacemaker asked, confused.

“She called me cute.”

He furrowed an eyebrow.

“Ohhh..” he realized, a small smile on his face now.

“Make your move then.”

“Nah. She doesn’t like me. But…”

“She called you cute and flirts with you every day, are you being serious?”

“That doesn’t mean she likes me.” Adrian shook his head.

—————

And the next day, he didn’t let it go either. There was a meeting, you were late. He told everyone there.

“She called me cute, do you think that means she likes me? I mean-“

“Dude, she likes you.” Adebayo snickered, he was so oblivious.

“But-“

“She likes you! It’s so painfully obvious, Adrian.” Economos groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

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ellecdc · 3 months

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The Drink Snob

mafia!Remus Lupin x fem!reader | 3200 words

p1 // p2 // p3 // p4

CW: mentions of spiked drink (no one drinks it), reference to past spiked drinks, complaining about misogyny, bad reputation of American tourists in the UK (I'm sorry!)

The short of it was: it had been a long day.

The long of it though, by God, was that you really, really needed a drink.

You got to your favourite pub which was only a brisk 7-minute walk from the university; a tiny, hole-in-the-wall Irish pub which probably had several thousand identical pubs lined across the UK but that didn’t matter, dammit, because this one was special – this one was yours. You chuckled at the irony that you had moved half-way across the world to England only to sit yourself in an Irish chain pub that you’d likely be able to find back home a mere 6000 kilometers away.

You relished the feel of the warm air hitting your rosy cheeks after marching your ass down to the pub in the biting wind in naught but a long coat and a scarf. The warm air stung but in all the best ways as you shucked off your outer-layers and plopped down on a stool by the bar, unawares of anyone else within your vicinity other than the bartender promised to serve you your drinks.

“Alright there, Lass? What can I get for ye?” The fellow asked and you could have kissed him right then and there.

“Can I have a negroni and your tallest pint please.” You asked, hoping the desperation in your voice wasn’t noticeable – the fact that the bartender didn’t comment on the odd combination of drinks let you know that is was noticeable. No matter – you were desperate, what did you care?

Turns out you should have cared more.

“I’m sorry but I must tell you, that is an awful combination of drinks.” A lilting voice came from your left side. You groaned audibly and held your hands up to your temples like blinders to avoid even looking at the voice who dared to speak to you after such a day.

“S’pose its good nobody asked you then.” You muttered darkly. You didn’t make a habit of speaking to people this way often – people already spent enough of your time in the UK mistaking you for an American on account of your accent anyway, you needn’t add fuel to the fire by adding to an already bad reputation.

“Please tell me that you’re ordering for a friend. You’ve surely just ordered for someone who’s meeting you here?”

You knew better – you really did. You don’t let strange men in bars know that you’re alone; make them believe someone could show up to save you at any minute. But dammit, you’ve been fending off jackasses all day – what’s one more?

“Apparently, I live to disappoint men, sir, so no – both drinks are for me. Is that quite alright with you? I didn’t realize I had to pass this decision by the board.” You spat, finally turning your what you were sure was a burning gaze to this mystery guy on a stool to your left.

You hesitated in your ire for a moment: the man was quite a bit larger than you had pictured in your mind – not large in a particularly broad way but the man seemed to be excruciatingly tall; he sat basically spilling off his stool, while still managing to look elegant in doing so. He was dressed sharply but not in a way that made him stand out – respectable but forgettable, he blended into this bar well. Or he would if he hadn’t been so fucking handsome.

He had warm, honey-coloured curls that seemed to artfully fall in front of his face, and eyes to match. You’d never seen amber coloured eyes before, but you couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away from them. You did – by god you did – because the rest of the man was too enticing not too. He had a chunk missing out of his left eyebrow which was arched mischievously at what you assumed was your attitude with him, and his crooked smirk matched. He had a few scars littering his face – most were small, but there was one large one that crossed the bridge of his nose, and another nick on the right of his upper lip that may have continued onto his lower, but you didn’t want to get caught staring at his mouth. And of course, of-fucking-course he’d have a dimple. Why wouldn’t he? Could this day get any worse.

“What was the thought process, then?” He asked, his smirk growing deeper.

“What?” You guffawed. He couldn’t seriously be doing this; people didn’t do this, right?

He gestured between the two drinks sat in front of you with his own – a rum and coke if you guessed correctly. “Why those drinks, specifically? They don’t exactly pair well together.”

You stared dumbly at this hot, audacious man. You hoped he’d decide you weren't worth the breath and move along. He only stared back at you.

“There wasn’t any.”

“Hm?” He queried.

“There wasn’t any. Thought process, I mean.” You muttered, taking a sip of the negroni. “I like both drinks – usually separately, but I’ve been dreaming about getting my ass down here since practically 9:30 this morning and I couldn’t choose which I wanted first and I knew that I planned on getting at least a little bit tipsy in order to pretend I didn’t have a completely mind-fucking day so I thought ‘fuck it, I’ll order both’ and I thought since it was no one’s business but my own what I put into my body that I could get away with it but clearly, I was wrong.” You felt winded after your mini rant as you looked back at the man. He seemed genuinely entertained at your story, though his eyes grew a bit softer.

“Thinking of drinking at 9:30 am, hm?” He pondered out loud. “You know, that’s usually the sign of a problem; one might call it alcoholism.”

You barked a laugh. “Yeah, you call it alcoholism, I call it Gilderoy Lockhart.”

“Ah, so boy-problems then, is it?” He asked in a laugh.

You shot him a warning look. “It is not like that.”

“I didn’t mean to offend.” He offered with his hands in the air in mock surrender. “Tell me what it’s like then.”

You sighed dramatically. “It’s really not that big of a deal, I’m just mad about stuff at school.”

“Ah, you’re a student, then?”

“PhD candidate, but technically, yes.” You offered, downing the rest of the negroni.

“Very neat. What’s your focus?” He asked again as you began sipping on your pint, trying not to grimace at the change in drink. You're sure you failed.

“Music.”

“Hm, I didn’t know one could get a PhD in music.” He queried.

“Music theory, but yeah.” You offered, moving your drink back and forth between your hands.

“And that brought you here? To England? Why not stay in Canada – if that’s where you’re from, pardon my assumption.” He quickly apologized.

You smirked at his correct assumption – thankful that you didn’t come off ‘too American’ today.

“She goes wherever the wind takes her.”

Your statement was met with silence, so you turned to see the man had frozen in his movements and stared at you incredulously.

“Are-are you quoting Disney movies to me?”

“So, you did get the reference.”

“I did, I just fail to see how Pocahontas relates to a PhD program in England on music theory.” He mutters, looking up at you from the rim of his drink.

“I finished my Masters, then the wind changed.” You offered with a shrug, “It brought me here.”

He seemed to study you for a few moments before coming to the conclusion that you weren't going to elaborate further. “And what does this Gabriel fellow have to do with the winds of musical theory?”

You snorted indelicately. “Nothing. He just, I don’t know, it sounds stupid now that I try to say it out loud.”

“None of that, now.” The man said gently with the same smirk on his face, “a smart girl like you doesn’t strike me as the type to overreact to male foolishness.”

He seemed honestly interested in your answer, at least, the most interested anyone has ever seemed in your ramblings about your toe headed fellow PhD’er. You tried facetime’ing your friends from home about him many-a-times before, and they listen but they don't get it. And your schedules don’t align and with the time-difference one of you is always either just waking up or going to bed. But this random, handsome guy in your bar making fun of your drinks has done nothing but listen so far and you really wanted to get it off your chest.

So, you did.

You told him how your morning started terribly as you ripped a hole in your stockings and only noticed once you got to campus and you usually don’t dress this formally to campus, but you were guest lecturing for Minerva and you know professors didn’t technically have a dress code, but she always looked well put together so, dammit, so were you. You explained that your mother always was the superstitious type and had you carry an emergency pair on you at all times, so you were thankfully able to change, but only after you spilled coffee on your blazer and had to shrug that off for the day and the lecture halls are ridiculously cold always; you know these stone buildings were built before electricity but surely with the great minds this school has churned out, they could find a way to keep the warm air in and cold drafts out?

And if all that hadn’t been bad enough, the other PhD candidate working under McGonagall is this absolute bell-end that you're almost positive has plagiarized half of his written work because everything he spews is absolute nonsense. He’s rude, and condescending, and spoke over you throughout all of your lectures to wax poetic about different Opera’s he’s performed in across the world - that you swear to God you will fact-check one of these days - that had absolutely nothing to do with the course content. And then, and then, he had the audacity to suggest you were only here because the school was required to accept a minimum number of foreign students and since you were, quote, just a woman, you also checked off their minority requirements too.

“People don’t get accepted here because of their nationality or their gender or their status as a minority. They’re supposed to get here because they’re good.” You muttered, finishing your pint you hadn’t realized you had guzzled during your rant

“And how’d Gavin get in, then?” He asked. You choked on the last of your beer.

“Fucked if I know.” You sighed.

A few more pints were placed in front of you as you continued to rant about the ins and outs of being a scholar in the world of music [for Christ’s sake, what was I thinking? I’ll never work a day in my life.] The man interrupting only to say that switching back to liquor would be a choice you would regret in the morning, and who were you to argue?

And he listened. He scoffed at some parts when you quoted Gilderoy suggesting something ridiculously altruistic that he’d done for the less fortunate while being nothing but condescending, he sprinkled in a few you’re kidding me’s, and even asked you to repeat something he couldn’t fathom the first time.

“See? I knew it. A smart girl like you wouldn’t overreact like that. Sounds like you’re perfectly justified in your ire.” He said.

You hummed as you finished your last pint. You felt thoroughly warm and heavy which was your intention of coming to the pub in the first place. You looked over to notice that the man – whose name you still hadn’t got – was still holding the same drink he had when you first arrived.

“Who are you here waiting for, then?” You asked him.

He looked confused for a moment. “How do you know I wasn’t just in desperate need of a drink myself?”

You nodded toward his still half-full cup in his hand. “Because you really haven’t been drinking.”

He narrowed his eyes and smirked at you. “Observant, aren’t you? Clever girl.” You rolled your eyes at the compliment.

“I was supposed to meet a business associate, actually.” He offered as he looked behind you towards the bar door. You turned to take in the rest of the bar yourself; it didn’t seem like the sort of place one would meet a business associate. The bar was dimly lit and somewhat claustrophobic; it didn’t offer a lot of privacy to talk business. You liked it because it was small - you’d be able to see everyone who was currently in the building with one sweep of your gaze save those who may be in the washrooms, and you could see out onto the street from your seat at the bar.

“I think it might be safe to say they stood you up.” You offered with a smirk as you turned to look back at him, only to find him already looking at you.

“I think you might be right.” He offered, looking you up and down.

You couldn’t help but admit he was quite attractive – and not just in his honey-blond curls and mischievous smirk and long limbs way, but he seemed clever, smart, and clearly he was a good listener. You sort of hoped he’d offer you his name, maybe even his number. You wouldn’t mind waiting around for a business associate of his with him again sometime.

You had no such luck.

He began to stand with an expression that bordered regret crossing his face.

“It appears I must be off.” He offered with a sad smirk as he placed some bills down on the table. You weren't quite familiar with the bills in the UK yet, but it seemed like an awful lot of money for the one drink he had at the bar that was still unfinished. You took notice of said drink as you came to this conclusion and got a weird feeling in your gut as he took the drink by the rim and brought it to his lips.

“Wait!” You said as you grabbed his arm. He tensed immediately and you pulled your hand away as if it burned. “I’m sorry. Just, is that the same drink you had when I first arrived?”

He looked from the drink back to me with furrowed brows. “Yes, why?”

You pointed to the drink he still held in his hand. “It’s old.”

He smirked. “Are you a drink snob, miss orders-two-incompatable-drinks-together-and-drinks-them-at-the-same-time?” You rolled your eyes and snatched the drink out of his hand as he brought it to his lips once again, which earned you an indignant ‘oi!’

“No, you berk, what I mean is, this drink is old. It’s warm to the touch, the ice has all melted and it should be as flat as a board but it’s bubbling, like, a lot.” You said as you held it in front of his eyes. He watched you for a few moments before you continued.

“It looks like someone put something in it.”

His gaze shot back to his drink where, sure enough, his should-be-flat diet coke was fizzing wildly as it began to turn a slightly murky shade.

You watched as he gently plucked the drink from your hand and casually put it back down on the bar and shrugged on his jacket.

“It appears you’re right.” He said in monotone. “Looks like we both ought to take our leave, hm?”

You nodded and followed suit; replacing your jacket and scarf you had ripped off unceremoniously as you had entered and headed for the door. The alcohol made you wobble for but a moment, but you were quickly righted by a gentle hand pressed to your lower back. Mortified, you put your best foot forward and marched out the door, hoping your embarrassment wasn't to evident in your cheeks.

You had to admit, you were beginning to panic. Why were you trusting this man? You had spent the last – you checked your watch – nearly two hours talking to this man whose name you still don’t know completely unaware of what was happening around you, and it turned out that there was someone here drugging drinks.

What if it’s him? An unhelpful part of your brain supplied. Why would he spike his own drink and then almost drink it? You argued back.

“You should be more careful.” You offered in what you had hoped to be a playful manner, but it came out strained. “Do you know of any reason why someone may want to spike your drink?”

He seemed to consider your question as you both walked somewhat briskly down the busy street to the subway station.

“No reason that would be suitable to share in the presence of a lady, I’m afraid.” He offered with a wink, leaning down slightly with his hands in his pocket. This answer didn’t make you feel any better.

“Any particular reason why you’re familiar with the signs of a spiked drink?” He offered back.

“I have a feeling most girls would be able to answer that.”

“Hm, perhaps. But I do not believe all would be as quick to catch it as you were.”

You didn’t answer him; you decided you had shared more than enough with this stranger tonight, and you were officially feeling all sorts of uncomfortable with the situation. You were mostly uncomfortable with how not uncomfortable you felt. It felt easy, walking with this stranger, as if you’ve been walking down dreary streets of London together for ages and this was just another Tuesday.

He stopped suddenly and flagged a taxi. You scowled at how quickly a cab stopped for him and his long as arms.

“Here, it’s too muggy for such a lady to brave the underground.” He offered as he opened the door. You began to protest, you had a tube pass through school for a reason, but his hand was on your lower back again as he gently led you into the car and closed the door before sticking his head in the window of the front passenger seat and tossing a handful of bills at the driver.

“Anywhere she wants to go.” He said, stepping back to the middle of the sidewalk and waving you off.

Between the alcohol, your nerves and being disarmed by the attractiveness of this man, you simply spouted the address of your flat to the driver and turned your face forward. The whole evening seemed otherworldly – like you were missing a big chunk of information of what happened tonight, even though you could account for every minute of it.

Your suspicions would have been proven correct if you had turned around to see your mystery man again, who was now accompanied by two other similarly dressed men - one with an unruly mop of brown curls and a shorter man with long black hair tied back haphazardly - who began chasing a fourth man in earnest down the street in the opposite direction.

Continue to part two here.

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scarletttries · 6 months

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Adrian Chase/ Vigilante Fluff Alphabet (Peacemaker)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/ Vigilante (Peacemaker) x GN!Reader

Rating: Pure Fluff

Word Count: 4.3k

Author's Note: Back to the boy that made me start writing again after years of stopping! 😍 I've been struggling to write while i've been busy with a new job and a bit of a cold, so I thought I'd go back to my best boy Vigilante for another alphabet post and just like that my heart was racing for him again 💕Enjoy and let me know if you have any Vigilante HCs requests 🥳

a -affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

The moment Adrian gets the green light to show affection to you, that's all he can think of. He is such a physical person, always finding a reason to place a hand on your back or waist in public, and pulling you into his arms and threatening to never let you go after you have to spend mere moments apart. Behind closed doors, Adrian is constantly showering your face and hands with kisses, and there's no way he can sleep without a long slow good night kiss. He's also all about the sickly sweet nicknames and praising you for everything you do for him, just so endlessly grateful that he gets to call you his.

b - beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do you think is beautiful about them?)

It sounds like a cliche, but honestly he thinks you have the most beautiful eyes. He's never been a big fan of eye contact, finding it challenging to maintain, and when he manages usually people are looking at him with such an unkind mix of pity, disgust and contempt that he'd rather they weren't looking at him at all. But when he locks eyes with you and sees kindness, and interest, and not a single ounce of judgement, he knows that he never wants to look away from your perfect face, not for a second. And when he gets to see your eyes crease in the corners when he makes you smile and laugh with his ridiculous behaviour, well he thinks you are somehow even more beautiful.

There's a lot to consider beautiful about Adrian, his muscles, his adorable hair, his little nerdy smile when you start to pay attention to him, honestly there's nothing about him you'd ever want to change.

c- cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Adrian likes to cuddle so much he wonders how he survived before you came into his life! The first time the two of you watch a movie together and you throw a blanket over you both, laying your legs over his lap and nuzzling against his chest, you could practically hear his heart hammering away in excitement, so happy to be there with you and so scared he would do something to ruin such a happy moment. Now that he's more comfortable about your relationship he's definitely the one to instigate, collapsing into bed with his arms wide open and whimpering until you land on his chest, his whole body encircling yours as he kisses the top of you and tells you're stuck there now.

d - dates (what are dates with them like? do they plan them out or are they spontaneous?)

Adrian is definitely more of the spontaneous type who'll turn up at your door unannounced with a bouquet of flowers or a crate of beer, and ask if you'll please go out with him tonight, and offer that's hard to refuse when he gives you those big pleading puppy dog eyes. Dates are a lot of fun, usually doing something a bit more silly and childish than the typical dinner and a movie. He'll take you to an arcade, or a bar with a mechanical bull and try and show off his skills for you, but sometimes the best dates are just nights at home with wine and takeout, where you realise that it's suddenly 3am and you've ended up in a blanket fort on the floor and decide to just spend the night there - you two would be happy just about anywhere as long as you're together.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

In the past Adrian hasn't exactly had a lot of dating experience, but if someone showed an interest in him and he didn't feel the same way, he'd be very blunt about it - not necessarily as sensitive as he should be, but making sure there is absolutely no room for misunderstanding.

f - fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Deep down (like way deep down before he meets you) Adrian is a real hopeless romantic. You've seen how much friendship means to him, and he knows being married is like having the closest of best friends, to love you forever, and who wants to be your friend for the rest of your life. He can't imagine anything more special than that, but he's also never had someone he felt like he could picture that kind of relationship with. Then of course you come into his life and fill it with kindness and laughter and warmth and suddenly he struggles to keep the l-word from falling of his lips every time you hold his hand, and he starts keeping a ring in his pocket for the moment he's at least 50% sure you might say yes.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite a violent streak and almost superhuman strength, Adrian would be so incredibly soft and gentle when it comes to you. He knows what it's like to have you feelings hurt again and again and he never wants to make you feel as awful as he does when he speaks to someone other than you. He'd make sure he never delivered his snark in your direction, and is quick to tell you how smart your ideas are, supporting you in whatever you want to do. Physically he'd try and be conscious of his strength too, holding your hand very softly, and giving only the nicest, gentlest touches to your face when the two of you kiss. Sometimes he'll get a little too excited though and lift you into the air, throwing you against a bed or pulling you into a hug that threatens to take your breath away.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do if? what are their hugs like?)

Adrian loves when you hug him so so much. The first time he feels you wrap your arms over his shoulders and pull him against your chest, a lump forms in his throat and he's not sure why, everything feeling so overwhelming as you tell him you're glad he came back from a mission safely. He'd think of nothing else for days, considering putting himself in increasingly dangerous situations just so you might have a reason to hug him. In the end he decides to just walk into your arms the next time he sees you, and surely enough you respond by giving him a firm squeeze and stroking his head as it rests on your shoulder. He'll always be asking for hugs now that you two are item, pulling you into his arms if he thinks it's been too long since you last gave him his fix.

i - injury (how would they act if they got hurt?)

At first when Adrian gets hurt around you, he plays it off as if he barely notices it, wanting to seem cool and tough and making sure you don't feel too worried about him. Even when he's bragging about how quickly he'll be healed up and back to normal, you still insist on cleaning up his cuts, and as you gently lift his chin with your finger and take such precious care delicately cleaning any wounds that haven't healed themselves yet, he'll kick himself for not letting you do this more often, being the focus of your attention, his favourite place to be. He'll quickly start acting like more and more of a baby when he gets hurt, insisting that you and only you patch him up, working up the nerve to ask you to kiss that little cut on his lip better.

When you get hurt, holy shit does this boy panic. He doesn't know how serious any pain is in someone who doesn't heal like him, so he constantly offers to drive you to the hospital, not calming down until you give him a little task to do instead so he can feel helpful.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

Despite being such an objectively incredibly gifted person physically, Adrian has had a tough time making people like him in his life, which leaves him feeling pretty insecure about himself. So when he sees someone he thinks is a lot more 'normal' than him talking to you, he can't help but feel distraught that they can offer you a better life than he ever could. He thinks he is the luckiest person in the world for having landed someone as perfect as you, so it makes sense that his luck would run out at some point, forcing himself to at least slink over and find out a bit more about the person that's come to take you away from him. When you feel him approach, looking a bit sorry for himself, you make sure to tug his arm around your waist and introduce him as your boyfriend with the proudest smile you can, watching as his eyes brighten at the sound of your voice and a matching smile grows on his cheeks as he plants a huge kiss on yours.

Thankfully Adrian is probably too oblivious for anyone else to flirt with him, so you'll only experience jealousy when he talks devotedly about Peacemaker.

k- kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh my god, the first time you kiss Adrian, the vigilante has never been more caught off guard in his life. It doesn't matter how much flirting you've done, how many times your loving gaze has flicked between his eyes and his lips, the moment you press a soft, sweet peck to his little pouting lips, his brain is completely shutting down. Even the slightest kiss is so special to him that he thinks it's more likely you did it by accident than you actually want him to kiss you too. It will take you explicitly explaining that you have feelings for him and that you want to kiss him before he feels able to kiss you too, and by then he's smiling so widely he needs ten minutes to calm down before he even can.

Once you pass the newfound territory of little pecks whenever he sees you, moving to more intimate, open-mouthed, fingertips trailing through hair, full-bodied kissing behind closed doors, Adrian is like a man possessed. His usually very active mouth is finally quiet long enough to capture yours, pulling you into his lap where he can feel your full weight lean against him, a hungry marathon of sloppy kisses capturing your lips, moaning against you in overwhelming excitement. You can try and move your lips to his neck and mark him as your own, but as much as he loves the feelings of you bruising his skin, he finds himself whimpering until he can taste your sweet kiss again.

l - love language (what is their love language?)

Adrian likes to show and receive love through touch, the way he constantly keeps a hand on you as a reminder he's nearby and watching your back is his way of showing love all day. And when you lean in for a kiss and place your hand on his thigh, his heart feels like it's being wrapped in a soft woolen blanket, letting him know how much you truly care for him.

He loves to do little acts of service for you as well, like tidying things up around you if you've cooked him dinner, or picking something up on his way over to you because you mentioned being low of it last time he visited - he feels so at home with you, that he wants you to feel like your home is better for him being a part of it.

As well as the undeniable thrill he gets from the way you touch him, he's also a real sucker for words of affirmation. He's rarely been on the receiving end of kind words, and the important people in his life often seem embarrassed to acknowledge him and admit to knowing him, so when you unashamedly say you love him in front of the whole team, or call him your boyfriend when you pick him up from his day job, or tell him that something he's done is good and helpful, he feels over the moon and loved to his core.

m - mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Adrian feels like the kind of guy who is constantly a ball of pure energy. He wakes up fully alert and stacked to the brim with enthusiasm when he opens his eyes and has woken up next to his favourite person in the whole world. He wants so desperately to be considerate and let you rest, but he can't stop himself from practically vibrating with glee at the mere sight of you. He'll leave it as long as he can take it before he gently traces a finger over your skin, his heart fluttering from the tiny bit of contact before finally your eyes flutter open to the biggest smile you've ever seen. Once you're awake be prepared to get tackled into a huge hug, his mouth suddenly racing at a thousand words a minute telling you how much he missed you while he was asleep and how pretty you are in the morning and how even your snoring is cute. He could happily stay in bed with you forever, so you'll have to be the one to drag him out of bed and into the kitchen for breakfast, where he'll continue clinging to you for dear life.

n - nights (how are nights spent with them?)

Adrian's always been a night owl, given so much of his patrols and missions take place at night. He much prefers the nights he spends with you though, trying to find a few hours of peace in an otherwise chaotic life. He likes that it's time that the two of you usually get to spend alone together, curled up in each other's arms with no plans you don't want and nowhere else you need to be except together. When you two crawl into bed, he loves to lay in the dark and just look at your features in the dimmest of moonlight, telling you his silliest thoughts, and some of the deep ones he feels too vulnerable to say with the lights on, never letting you fall asleep without a reminder of how much you mean to him and how much happier his life is with you in it.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Adrian has absolutely no filter when it comes to talking about his life, telling you everything you want to know, and a bunch of stuff you didn't even ask long before the two of you have even been on a date. In his mind, you're one of the first people that's ever seemed genuinely interested in him, and he wants to make the most of that before he inevitably reveals something about himself that will scare you off like he does with everyone else. The one thing he'd struggle to come out and tell you initially is just how much you mean to him. The feelings are so new and scary that he's sure there's no way you could feel the same, so you would have to be the one to put yourself out there and let him know he's bewitched your whole heart.

p - patience (how patient are they usually? what tends to wear their patience thin?)

Thanks to all his training, patrolling, staking out locations, and worst of all having to work in a restaurant, Vigilante is surprisingly patient. He's more than happy to wait forever if it makes things less stressful for you, and he'd give up every second of his time to help you do something, he really is just that devoted. He only starts to get impatient when the two of you are apart, and it feels like his soul is aching to get back to your arms.

q - quality time (how do they like to spend with you?)

At first Adrian feels a lot of pressure to always be having the exciting kind of fun with you, suggesting lots of different date ideas and never wanting you to have a dull moment around him. It would take a bit of work for you to have him get used to just spending a night in with you, cuddled up together and doing very little, finally getting the idea in his head that you could never get bored of him. He still prefers to go out for dates with you most of the time, loving sitting at a bar or diner with someone who only wants to be with him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't adore the days the two of you spend every hour just talking in bed about nothing.

r - remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Because of the need to protect his identity, most of Adrian's interactions (even some of the most intimate ones) have been from behind his helmet, leaving him feeling a lot less confident in his face than he is in the rest of his body. Given you met him as Vigilante first, he was worried that you were disappointed the first time you saw the face under his mask, unable to read your expression by the time he put his glasses back on. He'd be very happy that your feelings for him grew despite that, but there would always be a voice in the back of his head that thought you liked him better with his helmet on.

So the first time the two of you were locked in your usual prolonged make out sessions and you hinted at going further than kissing, he immediately made the offer before you could ask for it;

"Do you want me to put my helmet back on?" The question would stop you dead in your tracks, trying to read his almost apologetic expression as you replied.

"That would make it pretty difficult to kiss you." You watched his eyes drift down to your lap as he struggled to make his case.

"But it means you only have to look at the best parts of me." His muscles seem to flex beneath you as if to assume that's what you want from him, the parts of him he can't work out feeling like a short-coming.

"I think every part of you is the best Adrian." His eyes snap up at your words, searching your gaze for deception or mocking and finding nothing but sweetness. "And I love your face." You trace a finger over his features as if considering each one and coming to only the happiest conclusion, "I like your eyes, and your glasses, and your nose, and your smile, and you're a good kisser, so overall your face is pretty damn important to me." With each soft touch he feels years of insecurity melt away, any self doubt dissolving under your loving gaze until he can't stand to not be kissing you a second longer, lifting you into his arms as he does and carrying towards the bedroom as quickly as his legs can manage after you've all but turned them to jelly.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

Adrian knows just how dangerous the world can be (although a big chunk of that danger comes from him personally) so he would feel incredibly protective of you from the first time you met. He likes being able to use his strength and skills to keep you safe, and make you feel like you're secure as long as he's around you, wanting to give you every reason to keep him close. He'd insist on escorting you everywhere he could, keeping an arm around you once he feels able to touch you that way. He feels especially lucky when you let him sleep over and he can watch over you while you sleep, making sure you have only the sweetest dreams.

It may not feel like you can do too much to protect a man like Vigilante, but everything you do makes him feel like nothing in the world can get to him. Your loving words and supportive encouragement protect him from the cruel teasing of others, and he knows that his sensitve heart is safe now that it belongs to you.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Adrian's waited a long time to have someone finally feel the way you do about him, and he would want to go out of his way every single day to show you how much he appreciates it. His efforts might sometimes come from a strange direction or be a bit misguided, but you will never feel like he takes you for granted, and he'll never be the kind to let an occasion pass without marking it. He'd love putting in effort every day with you, because the domestic life the two of you build together would make him so happy that doing the smallest jobs in your little home would feel like such an honour.

u - upset (how do they act when you're upset? how do they act when they're upset?)

Vigilante doesn't get upset very often, so when he does it's very easy to notice. The big warning sign is that he'll get very quiet, a real contrast to his usual monologue of adoration. He doesn't usually tell you what's wrong until you ask, worried about burdening you with something silly, but when you pull his head against your chest and rub his back softly, all his feelings will come pouring out, suddenly feeling so much lighter when he has your reassurance.

When you're upset Adrian is very quick to assume he's done something wrong, so he would be very quick to try and make up for it. It would be hard to stay sad about anything as he runs around desperately parading gifts in front of you and telling all his worst jokes until eventually you reassure him that you still love him and that it's something else bothering you, at which point he would collapse and cuddle you and make sure you had all your favourite things for as long as you need. (although the jokes don't stop)

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Adrian's owned the same four outfits for his entire adulthood and never really thinks about the way he looks out of his vigilante costume. He works out a lot and feels pretty good about that, but when you gently push his glasses up the bridge of his nose first thing in the morning, leaving a kiss of the bridge of it and beaming up at him, he'd start to feel pretty good about his looks too.

w - wildcard (a random headcanon for them.)

One of Adrian's favourite things in the world is when you come and pick him up from his day job at Fennel Fields. Sometimes he feels like his colleagues think he's a weird loser and he can't tell them anything else about himself for fear of giving his identity today (since he's kind of terrible at lying) so he can start to feel quite down about himself when he has his shifts there. Luckily all it takes is a split second glimpse of you as he's clearing his final tables for the day, and suddenly he feels like the biggest hero in the galaxy, racing to get finished so he can practically sprint out the door and into your arms. Sure it doesn't hurt if his colleagues see that he has an incredible partner who cares enough about him to come meet him after work, but what they think stops mattering to him the second he's basking in the light of your presence.

x - x-ray (how easily are they able to read you?)

He's reasonably oblivious when it comes to reading just about anyone, and unfortunately that can apply to you too. You have to be pretty careful about telling him when you're being sarcastic or when he's done something you don't like, but luckily he's very quick to ask questions and check in with how you are, so the two of you would quickly find the best way to communicate.

y - yuck (what things do you do that they hate?)

Sometimes Adrian worries about the way you see the best in people, his black and white view of the world telling him that most people can't be trusted. That and when you break even the tiniest law (jaw-walking, speeding slightly, parked on double yellows for five seconds to pick him up) and he'd have to face his own hypocrisy because he knows he could never punish you.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Adrian wakes up a lot in the night because of how alert he is all the time. He tries to be careful about waking you, but sometimes when he gets up in his head worrying that something will happen to you and he can't get back to sleep, he'll shake you gently by the shoulder until you turn around and let him burrow under the blankets to lie against your chest, suddenly feel so much more at rest when your arms are wrapped around him, sleepily stroking over his back.

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apocalypse-shuffle · 7 months

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BRUCE WAYNE | BATMAN (generalized canon)

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“Staked Claim” (Bruce Wayne x Gn!Reader)

| Bruce and the Reader take stock of each other’s scars. That’s it, that’s the story.

| SFW, scar examination, poor expressions of emotion, fluff -vigilante!reader

| Pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (Picture source: Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice 2016 & Zack Snyder's Justice League 2021)

| 800+ words

The barely noticeable weight of the blanket shifts when you move under it. Soft cost-more-than-most-people’s-rent sheets gliding against your skin.

The muscles in your arm ache in tandem with you reaching up to rest your palm flat against the warmth of the owner of the bed you’re in.

“What about this one?”

You watch, genuinely taken for a second, the hairs on his arm stand at the feeling of your breath ghosting across his bicep.

He doesn’t waste a beat before he answers.

“Firefly,” rumbles right after you ask. Of course. Why would he need to think that hard about the marks on his person? They might not actively be on his mind but it’d be hard to forget a memory that’s physically staked its claim on your body.

Firefly made sense though. The scar tissue was as erratically placed as the pyromaniac’s own personality. It also, like many of his scars, has the added bonus of looking twice healed over. Considering Bruce’s clear allergen to sitting idle that doesn’t surprise you.

“Why the sudden interest?”

Laying on your side you shrug with the shoulder not attached to the arm you have braced on the bed. Bruce’s eyes have sparked with a level of interest that you’ve figured out means he’s reading you. Or trying to at least.

“I mean, there’s a lot. Why? You don’t want me to be curious?”

“Most people refrain from asking questions.”

The wry lilt he takes on has you scoffing while you drag your free hand down to his abdomen. The area’s so tense that when you push down the muscles stubbornly refuse to give.

“Most people are scared of hurting your feelings.”

“My feelings?” he grunts.

You sigh out an agreeing “Uh huh,” and press down more incessantly with your fingers. Still no give but you know he gets the message when he forces himself to relax with a heavy exhale. You grin. “Not that I don’t care about your feelings, of course. I just know that if you didn’t want to talk you wouldn’t.”

If you were a different person now would probably be the moment you’d lean in to brush a kiss to the pink tissue left behind from the burn, show Bruce the little bit of kindness he doesn’t often get. As it stands you only hum, hand already moving to the next mark. Already searching for another answer, brown skin stark against Bruce’s deathly pale.

As usual Bruce indulged you.

“You’re looking for yours.”

It’s not a question. You answer him like he’d posed one anyway.

“No,” you say, but when he grabs your hand - hard earned calluses rubbing against your own similarly worn skin - you don’t stop him.

The scarred patch of skin he directs you to is on the other side of his torso, out of sight from your angle, and when your fingers brush up against it you don’t hesitate to laugh. An amused puff of air hits cool skin and Bruce shivers minutely at your warmth.

You croon lowly at him and press a kiss over the spot on his chest your breath hit. Only when he lets out a grumble of a sigh, relaxing just that much more into the bed, do you press more firmly against the knot beneath your fingers.

“This was the poison arrowhead too, wasn’t it?”

Bruce doesn’t even react in any major way, just gives you an exasperated, even slightly amused look.

“If I’m remembering constantly having to reopen the wound to flush it out correctly, then yes.”

Another grin pulls at your lips, you move your head to press another lingering kiss to the side of his neck. It’s not an apology.

“Glad I could make a lasting impression,” you say and Bruce chuckles like that was at all a sane response in the way only someone else who went around the world doing what you both did would understand.

From where his left arm is wrapped around your waist Bruce slides his fingers low and then slides them backwards until the pads of his fingers make contact with a thick line of matted skin. He caresses his physical claim on you with his own brand of tenderness.

It’s your turn to shiver then. You can feel how Bruce smiles against your head; fingers pressing down more firmly on the scar.

“Batarang,” he whispers in your ear. He noses at your hairline and presses a kiss on your temple next and it’s all you can do to keep quiet.

That peace can only last for so long once your gazes meet.

Simultaneously the two of you burst into quiet breathless laughter, curling into each other’s spaces and bodies slotting into one another like you were cut from the same cloth then mercilessly separated but had finally, miraculously, found each other again.

Palm curling almost protectively over that mess of destroyed tissue on his pelvis - your mark - you smile the realist smile you have in months, lungs aching with laughter and a comfortable warmth settling just under your skin.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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Concussion

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: A car accident leaves you with some injuries that make Adrian Chase a worrying, doting mess. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, no pronouns used. I imagine this as the Adrian/Reader pair from the "A Little Piece of Heaven" (link to masterlist) series, but it can easily be read as a standalone story with a new Adrian/Reader pairing if you haven't read it yet. Any events I mention from the other story is done as a brief recap so it makes sense to new readers or will refresh the memories of longtime readers. Inspired by the angst prompt, "Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.” But I started this story long enough ago I don't remember which angst prompt list I got it off of.

CW: The theme of the story is a car accident and injuries from accident, mainly a concussion. Adrian being Adrian, so canon-typical behavior on his part.

Word Count: 1,941

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Someone was talking to you.

“Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.”

Something was tapping you on the cheek.

Failing your hand at whatever was tapping you in the face, you opened your eyes to see Adrian looking down at you with concern.

You were still laying on the couch with your head in his lap, just like you had been since you got home from the hospital a few hours ago.

On the way to work that evening, you had gotten t-boned on the passenger side of your car. The brakes had failed on the other car when trying to stop at an intersection, so it wasn’t really anyone’s fault. You weren’t too badly hurt, given the circumstances. Most of the aches and pains would hit tomorrow, but tonight you had a headache and concussion from your head hitting the window.

“Hmm?” you said, rubbing your eyes. “What’s up?”

“You need to stay awake with a concussion,” Adrian said, his tone very serious as he stroked your arm, which just relaxed you more. “You’re not supposed to go to sleep.”

You couldn’t help but smile. It was sweet how worried he was and how he doted on you, even now after all these years. Before Adrian, you’d never had someone that genuinely seemed like they cared all the time like he did. It felt like most of your past partners only wanted to care when it was convenient for them, or when they thought they could get something out of it. Then, slowly, they stopped caring even that much. Not Adrian. He was almost obsessive with it when it came to you and his best friend. Rather than ease as time went on, it seemed to deepen instead. It was very co-dependent behavior, but you missed it whenever he was away on missions.

Honestly, that’s why you felt like Adrian had gotten clingier as the years went on. Waller took you away from him so much that things like this scared him a lot. A car accident due to faulty machinery was something completely out of anyone’s control, including Adrian’s. It wasn’t something he could “make right,” like if it had been a drunk driver. What happened to you was the literal definition of the saying “shit happens” and the idea of things like that happening while he wasn’t home terrified him.

“Sweetie, remember the doctor said I only had to stay awake for the first six hours after injury,” you reminded him.

“Yeah! And it’s only been -“ Adrian said as he picked up his phone. When the screen came on, he got a very confused look on his face. “Nine hours and thirty-eight minutes? How did that happen?”

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” you smiled up at him, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

“I’m glad you’re having fun,” he said, his expression softening slightly at your touch, but his tone was still stern. “Meanwhile, some of us are fucking terrified that your traumatic brain injury is going to kill you in your sleep.”

If anyone else heard that, they would’ve thought it was a joke since you only had a mild concussion. But one look at Adrian told you he was dead serious. One corner of his mouth was twitching downward, and his brow was slightly furrowed.

You sat up a bit and scooched up against Adrian’s side, so you were curled up to him. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, looking down into your eyes now that your head was by his shoulder.

“You know how stubborn I am,” you said with a tired smirk. “Think a little bump on the head is really gonna take me out?”

“I know you’re super stubborn and badass, and that’s one of the many things that’s hot about you,” he said, voice filled with concern, and he started to play with your hair. “But I checked Reddit after you dozed off to see what I should do, and a lot of people feel like it’s still a good idea to wake you up and check and then keep you awake.”

This was not an unfamiliar situation to you. You have had to gently debunk knowledge that Adrian had learned from the internet before. It wasn’t very hard, but there was a process to it. You couldn’t just charge in and proclaim the doctor right, you had to be gentle.

“It was definitely good that you woke me up,” you said, placing a soft kiss on his chin. “I had no idea you were so worried.”

“Of course I’m worried,” he said, nuzzling down into you and nearly pulling you into his lap with how tightly he was holding you. “Why wouldn’t I be worried? I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. If I could, I’d keep you here at home all the time so I know you would be safe.”

“Don’t worry,” you said. “I won’t be dying anytime soon.”

“You better not,” he mumbled from the side of your neck, then started softly kissing upwards towards the top of your head. “If you did, then I’d have to find a way to bring you back so I could kill you myself for dying on me.”

“If you brought me back, why not - ow!” you exclaimed as Adrian kissed the side of your head where it was hurting.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Adrian cried, pulling away from you a bit.

“S’okay,” you said, scooching close to him again. “Anyway. Why not just let me live if you bring me back?”

Adrian looked at you like you’d lost your mind.

“Because you’d be a zombie,” he said with a scoff. “If you think that during the zombie apocalypse, you’ll get special treatment just because I love you, you’ve got another thing coming. You get bit, your head comes off. End of story.”

You opened your mouth to say something but stopped to think about it for a minute.

“This may be the pain talking,” you said, since the hospital had told you to take ibuprofen and it was doing jack. “But that’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Adrian looked at you in alarm and pulled back to start examining your eyes.

“That’s a really fucking weird thing to say even for you,” he said with worry. “And you’ve said some REALLY weird stuff to me before.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“No, think about it,” you said. “All those movies where someone keeps the zombie of the person, they love alive, they’re just hanging onto their corpse. The virus killed them. They’ve been dead this whole time. So, I’d rather you give my body a proper rest than you hang onto it and watch it rot in real time.”

Now Adrian was looking up towards the ceiling, thinking about it.

“That actually makes a lot of sense,” he finally said, looking back down at you. “And you’ll take care of me if I get bitten, right?”

“Of course,” you smiled at him. “I may be crazy sometimes, but I’m not stupid.”

“Oh! I didn’t mean it to sound like I think you’re stupid, I just meant-“

You shut him up with a kiss. It felt like Adrian’s entire body melted under yours at the touch of your lips. It wasn’t until you felt his grip start to tighten on you that you pulled away. You knew what that meant. While the doctor had explicitly said “no sex” for at least five days to give your whole-body time to heal from the wreck, you knew Adrian would definitely have no problem with finding reasons not to listen to that advice either. It was best just not to tempt him. This was a suitable time to circle back around to the other topic.

“It never hurts to double check everyone’s zombie apocalypse plans,” you said with a reassuring tone. “Speaking of double checking, do you remember what the instructions said I need to do for the next few days? I forgot.”

“Total rest for forty-eight hours,” Adrian said immediately since he had memorized the instruction sheet. “No physical activity, and limit screen time, like watching TV, in that time period too if it aggravates your symptoms, until those activities no longer provoke your symptoms.”

Luckily, watching a movie wasn’t too bad, but you hadn’t tried watching something you hadn’t seen. Adrian had been putting your background noise movies on for the two of you to watch. These were movies you had seen so many times that you didn’t feel the need to fully pay attention to them. Quite often, they were also the movies you fell asleep to while Adrian was gone on missions. You hadn’t been looking at the tv, just lying on the couch with your head in his lap. You closed your eyes whenever you started feeling any eye strain , no matter what you were looking at. That was how you ended up falling asleep.

“I think that’s been going okay so far,” you said, and Adrian nodded in agreement. “Did it say when I can go to bed?”

Adrian thought about it for a moment, brow furrowing, then reached over to the end table where he had the sheet laying. He read the whole thing over again, then shook his head.

“No,” he said finally. “Just not to go to sleep for six hours after injury.”

You were quiet for a moment, giving the appearance of thinking it over.

“That’s a pretty broad timeframe,” you said, then sighed.

It got quiet for a bit. You tilted your head up to look at him and saw he looked deep in thought.

“What if…” Adrian said slowly, still working it out in his head. “We do one more movie while I get something ordered for dinner. You should eat something, so you don’t get sick from the ibuprofen. Then bed after that?”

You nodded a little and tilted your head up to kiss him on the cheek, which made him blush like always.

A quick dinner was ordered via delivery. By “quick” it was just fast food via UberEats, but Adrian didn’t want to leave your side to go anywhere. Which ended up being a good thing in his mind since you started to fall asleep two more times while waiting for the food to get there. He was able to wake you up easily enough.

With food in your stomach, it was impossible to keep you awake anymore so it was time for bed. You were a little surprised when Adrian stripped down to boxers and started settling in next to you.

“Weren’t you patrolling tonight?” you asked.

Adrian looked at you with a stunned expression.

“Like I’m really going to leave you alone tonight,” he said as he turned the tv on and put it at a volume that didn’t bother you. “Just because I’m conceding doesn’t mean I’m not worried as hell. I’ll be right here all night watching to make sure you don’t stop breathing.”

True to his word, both times you got up during the night he was still awake.

However, when you woke up for the day, Adrian was curled up behind you, snoring into your shoulder.

Since you knew he would wake up as soon as you moved, you ended up staying in bed to let him get some more sleep. Besides, you knew as soon as you moved, you’d start hurting all over. For now, it was comfortable being held by him and listening to his breathing. So comfortable, in fact, you soon you fell back to sleep.

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dabislilbaby · 1 year

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Come Home

A/N: This is just a little bit of fluffy angst I was thinking about last night after watching the new episode. Aged up Deku, still in his vigilante stage.

Warnings⚠️: mention of blood and scars.

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"Izu?" You called to the masked man a few feet away from you. He was quick to turn his head, emerald eyes glowing behind his disguise. He saw you, standing under the bridge to shield yourself from the pouring rain. Brows furrowed with a pained expression of worry painting your features. His eyes widened. "y/n?" He quickly rushed over to you, red sneakers splashing in the puddles of water beneath his feet. His gloved hands held onto your arms and looked you over for any damage. "What are you doing here? It's not safe. Are you hurt?" Panic in his voice.

You grabbed his face in your hands and stared into his eyes for just a few seconds. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug as the tears began to well in your eyes. He tensed, he hasn't had a moment in months where he felt it was safe to let his guard down. "I miss you, Izu." You choked out thru your tears. He sighed, his arms finally relaxing and caging you in. He held onto you tight. "I know...I'm sorry." He whispered, burying his masked face into the crook of your neck.

For a moment, the rain was the only sound that filled the space as the two of you just existed in each others arms. It was the first time in so long you'd been able to feel his warmth and you wanted to relish it for as long as you could. He broke the silence when he pulled away from you just enough to see your face, hands still on your hips just to feel you for a little longer. "You shouldn't be out here y/n. It's not safe for you to be anywhere near me I-" You interrupted him with a hand on his chest. "Come home."

There was a silent pause. You wanted so bad to read the look on his face, so you reached for his mask but he flinched. You waited, staring at the ripped, green fabric that was stained with dirt and blood. And when you reached for it again, this time he allowed you to remove it. As you peeled back the layer of his green armor, you saw the scars that littered his face, the dark circles under his eyes and the lack of life in his gaze. He was tired. Exhausted, drained, and worked to death. You cupped his face in your right hand and made him look you in the eyes. "When was the last time you slept?" He didn't answer. Mostly because he didn't want you to worry so much, but also because truthfully, he doesn't actually know the answer himself.

"Izuku please... you can't keep going like this."

"I'm fine—"

"Don't lie to me." He stopped and looked at you, eyes darting between yours trying to find his words. "I know you. You will say your fine when you are suffering." Tears rolled down your cheeks full force as you continued. "Please...don't pretend with me." He reached up and wiped away your tears with his gloved hand. He saw the pain in your eyes and it did nothing but break his heart.

"I can't come home just yet...I'm sorry y/n." Your head fell with a broken cry, more tears streaming down your face. "I haven't seen or heard from you for months." You lifted your head, meeting his eyes again with blurred vision. "No calls, no texts. Not even a note or something just to let me know you're okay. The only reason I know you're still alive is because I keep overhearing conversations about you. Most of which are from people who are terrified of you. It's like you've become this...thing that's just out of my reach. Like I know you're there, but I can't see, or feel, or speak to you." You continued to rant to him, venting all your built up emotions from the last few months. "I have been so fucking worried about you. Having no idea if i'll ever see you again or if you're bleeding out in an alley somewhere with no one to help." You sobbed, holding your head in your hands as you broke down in front of him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, like he was holding your pieces together so you wouldn't fall apart. "I'm sorry, I know it's hard... I never meant for things to get this bad." He held you while you cried shamelessly into his warm chest, tears staining his suit but he didn't care. "These past few months have been hell without you, Izu. I need you...please just—"

"Hey, look at me." He lifted your chin gently, making you look him in the eyes. "I promise I will come home to you, okay? I just can't right now. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because I was careless. I hate every second that I'm away from you, y/n. I want nothing more than to have things back to the way they used to be." He paused and wiped your tears again. "I miss you every single day. You may not see me, but i've always been there, watching you the whole time. Making sure that you're safe." He pressed his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes. "Just hold on for me a little longer, puppy. Can you do that for me?" You opened your eyes and nodded, sniffling down your tears.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you." You felt him scoop you up in his strong arms and saw the flicker of green lightning. "Now let me get you somewhere safe."

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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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