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Adrian Chase - Spider

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Summary: Y/N needs rescuing from a tiny eight legged villain.

Warnings: spider, broken glass, blood, kisses

Word count: 2346

The kitchen was warm, filled with the rich scent of chamomile and honey as Y/N stood by the stove, softly humming to the music playing from the small radio on the counter. The light flickered slightly in its dull yellow glow, casting soft shadows against the cabinets. A gentle autumn breeze drifted through the open window, making the sheer white curtains flutter lightly.

Across the room, Adrian sat sprawled on the couch in his pajamas—flannel pants and an old, soft T-shirt—one leg draped over the armrest, his eyes glued to the television. The flashing blue and red lights from the screen painted his face in shifting colors as he absentmindedly munched on a bowl of popcorn, chewing a little too loudly.

The steam from her tea curled in delicate tendrils as she stirred in a bit of sugar, watching it dissolve into the amber liquid. The warmth of the mug seeped into her hands, comforting and familiar. She sighed happily, taking a deep breath in, letting the moment settle over her like a soft blanket.

Then—she felt it.

A tickle, faint but undeniable, skittering up her calf.

Her eyes dropped, and the moment froze.

A massive spider, dark and leggy, clung to the fabric of her pajama pants. Its body was thick, round, and gleamed faintly under the kitchen light. A strangled gasp stuck in her throat, panic flooding her veins like ice water.

And then—chaos.

A scream tore from her lips as she flung herself backward, her arms windmilling wildly. The tea mug slipped from her fingers, smashing against the tile in an explosion of ceramic shards and golden liquid. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Adrian launch himself over the back of the couch in a blur of flannel and cotton, moving with the urgency of a man prepared to take a bullet.

Her back hit the ground with a painful thud, her breath whooshing from her lungs as the spider dislodged, scuttling away. A sharp sting flared in her elbow where it had slammed into the tile, but the sharper, burning pain along her forearm and palm took over—glass. Small, jagged pieces of the shattered mug had dug into her skin.

Scrambling, she pushed herself backward on her palms, only to wince as more glass bit into her fingers. Nearly knocking over a chair in her desperate retreat, she instead gritted her teeth and half-hauled herself onto the counter, one knee tucked to her chest, panting as Adrian reached her side.

His face, flushed from exertion, was the perfect picture of battle-ready intensity—eyes darting wildly, muscles coiled tight, chest heaving under his threadbare T-shirt. But as his gaze landed on her, confusion quickly replaced alarm.

"What—what happened? Are you hurt? Who's here? Did someone break in? Did the oven explode? Did—"

Y/N burst into hysterical laughter, the adrenaline rapidly converting into giddy embarrassment. Her shoulders shook as she clutched her stomach, gasping between fits of giggles. Adrian's face scrunched in deeper confusion.

"Wait—wait, why are you laughing? You—you screamed like you were being, like, stabbed! I thought—I thought a murderer was in here! Or—or an assassin! Or maybe a bear? Can bears get in here? I feel like bears can totally get in here."

She wheezed, wiping at her eyes with the uninjured hand, her whole body trembling with leftover fear and amusement. Reaching out, she grabbed his arm, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before breathlessly pointing to the floor.

The spider, looking far less menacing now that it was simply... sitting there, twitched one of its long, spindly legs.

Adrian blinked. Then blinked again. "Wait. That?" He pointed accusingly, his voice pitching up in sheer disbelief. "That's what you were screaming about? A spider?"

Y/N nodded, still laughing helplessly.

Adrian squinted at her, then at the spider, then back at her. "So... just to be clear... I just did a full combat roll over my couch, ready to fight to the death, and it was because of that tiny thing?"

"It was on my leg!" she shrieked, only making herself laugh harder.

Adrian exhaled, rubbing his temples. "Oh my god. I thought I was about to have a John Wick moment. I was ready to take a bullet for you."

Still snorting, Y/N leaned her forehead against his shoulder, shaking with laughter. "I appreciate your dedication, babe."

Adrian scoffed, about to retort, but his gaze flickered down to her arm, and his expression shifted instantly. "Whoa—wait, you're bleeding!"

She glanced at her arm, the amusement still lingering in her chest, though her skin stung with every pulse of her heartbeat. "Oh. Yeah."

"Oh yeah?" Adrian echoed, looking personally offended. "Dude, you're just casually bleeding out here, and you're laughing about a spider? What if you have, like, spider venom in your bloodstream now? What if it was one of those—what are they called—brown... brown recliners?"

"Recluse?"

"Yeah! One of those! What if your arm just, like, falls off?"

Y/N bit back another giggle, shaking her head. "It didn't bite me, Adrian. I just fell on the glass."

He let out a dramatic sigh and grabbed her wrist, frowning at the crimson streaks. "Ugh. Stay here. Don't bleed all over the counter. I'll get the first aid kit."

As he turned away, she couldn't help but call after him with a teasing grin, "What if the spider gets me while you're gone?"

Adrian froze mid-step, shoulders tensing.

"...I'll kill it."

Adrian shifted his stance, rolling his shoulders like he was preparing for a fight. "Alright, that's it. Spider's going down."

He took a step toward it, but before he could get any closer, Y/N gasped, her voice sharp with urgency. "No! Don't kill him!"

Adrian paused, mid-stride, looking back at her like she had just suggested they adopt the spider as a pet. "Babe. It's a spider."

"I know," Y/N said quickly, her eyes still wide and nervous, "but it's not his fault! He didn't mean to scare me! Just—just take him outside."

Adrian stared at her, utterly baffled. "You were just screaming like you were being murdered, and now you're out here campaigning for its right to live?"

Y/N nodded fervently, pressing her bleeding arm against her chest and looking at him with a desperate sort of concern that made his stomach do a weird little flip. "Please? If I wasn't so scared, I'd do it myself, but I can't."

Adrian exhaled loudly, rubbing the back of his head. "God, you're too sweet for this world." He gave her a look that was half-amusement, half-exasperation, before finally rolling his eyes and moving toward the cabinets. "Fine, but I better get a 'Boyfriend of the Year' award for this."

He pulled down a glass cup, one of the simple ones with thick, clear glass, cool to the touch. Peeking inside to make sure there were no crumbs or stray bits of dust, he turned back toward the spider, crouching low. Y/N held her breath as he slowly lowered the cup over it, trapping the tiny creature against the tile. The soft clink of glass meeting floor was the only sound for a moment.

"There. Your little nightmare fuel is secured." Adrian peered through the glass, making a face. "Ugh. I hate the way their legs move."

Y/N let out a relieved sigh, her body relaxing now that the threat was safely contained. Adrian glanced back at her, taking in the way her shoulders sagged with visible relief, the anxious crease between her brows smoothing. It made his chest tighten strangely.

Grinning, Adrian carefully slid a piece of paper under the cup, trapping the spider between the surfaces. "Yeah, yeah. Go to the bathroom and get the first aid kit while I play bug Uber."

Y/N gave him one last grateful smile before slipping off the counter, wincing slightly as her bare feet met the cool tile. The sting in her arm was sharper now, the adrenaline wearing off, and the sticky warmth of blood was starting to make her skin itch.

She could hear Adrian outside, his voice drifting faintly through the open window. "Alright, buddy. I don't like you, but Y/N does, so you're getting a second chance at life. Go. Be free. Don't come back. Seriously."

A small, breathy laugh escaped her and as she entered the bathroom Y/N barely had time to flick on the light switch before Adrian was behind her, his hands warm and firm as they slid around her hips. He gently pushed her forward, guiding her between his body and the counter.

"Up," he murmured, his voice low and amused as he lifted her effortlessly onto the cool marble surface. The stark temperature difference made her skin prickle, a shiver running down her spine as she instinctively curled her fingers against the edge of the counter.

Adrian ducked down, his flannel-clad knees brushing against the tile as he pulled open the cabinet beneath the sink. A faint scent of lavender soap and old cotton towels drifted up as he rummaged for the first aid kit. The crisp snap of the plastic lid echoed in the small space, followed by the soft rustling of gauze and antiseptic wipes as he dug through its contents.

"Alright, sweetheart, let's see the damage," he muttered, standing and settling himself between her knees. The heat radiating off of him contrasted with the chilly countertop beneath her thighs, grounding her as he carefully took her arm.

Y/N winced as he angled it toward the dim yellow light overhead. The tiny shards of glass embedded in her skin caught the glow, glistening like cruel little diamonds against the delicate curve of her forearm. Her palm stung, and her fingers twitched involuntarily.

"Sorry in advance," Adrian murmured softly pecking her on the cheek before grabbing a pair of tweezers. His usual teasing tone was softened by something more careful, more gentle, as he brushed his thumb over the uninjured part of her wrist before beginning.

The first shard came out smoothly, but the second tugged a little, sending a sharp sting up her arm. She sucked in a slow breath, her fingers twitching against her knee.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Adrian murmured, his brows furrowed as he worked quickly. "I'll be fast, I promise."

Y/N nodded, pressing her lips together as he continued. Each tiny, cold pinch of the tweezers made her tense, but Adrian's hands were steady, his grip firm yet careful.

Finally, with a quiet plink, he dropped the last piece of glass onto a tissue and turned back toward the first aid kit.

A sharp, dramatic gasp tore from Y/N's lips.

Adrian whirled, his own breath hitching. "I wasn't even touching you!" he exclaimed.

But Y/N just shook her head, her face breaking into a slow, mischievous grin. "Adrian," she whispered with a faux-serious expression, "we forgot to name the spider."

"My god. How could we have forgotten?" he asked, shaking his head as he grabbed a cotton pad and poured a bit of antiseptic onto it. The sharp scent of alcohol filled the air.

Y/N giggled, leaning forward slightly. "I know! He deserves a name after all that. He was part of this story too."

Adrian smirked as he dabbed the antiseptic onto her cuts. Y/N hissed, her fingers tightening slightly against her knee, but he was quick, his movements careful as he pressed a bit of gauze against the deeper scratch on her forearm.

"Alright," he said, "what's the verdict? What do we name the little menace?"

Y/N hummed in thought, resting her chin on his shoulder. His shirt was soft, slightly wrinkled from lounging on the couch, and smelled faintly of popcorn and his cologne—a warm mix of cedarwood and something slightly spicy, familiar and comforting.

"Something dignified," she murmured sleepily, the adrenaline wearing off and making her limbs feel heavy.

Adrian snorted. "Like what? Oh! How about, Count Tarantula?"

Y/N giggled, her cheek pressing against his shoulder as she shook her head. "Nevermind, Too fancy. What about... Boris?"

Adrian's body shook with laughter beneath her. "That's so dumb. I love it."

She smiled, eyes fluttering slightly as she nestled against him, her breath warm against his shoulder. Adrian exhaled, smiling to himself before wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into a tight, lingering hug. His palm skimmed over her back, rubbing slow, lazy circles as he muttered, "You've had a VERY stressful night."

Y/N laughed softly. "You make it sound so dramatic."

Adrian pulled back, giving her a look. "Babe. You fought a spider, shattered a mug, bled all over the kitchen, and forgot to name your eight-legged enemy. That's an emotional rollercoaster."

She giggled again, shaking her head as he grabbed a roll of bandages and started wrapping her arm with exaggerated care.

"There," he said finally, patting the last piece into place. "Now, you? You are done for the night. Go to bed. I'll deal with the glass."

Y/N frowned. "I can do it—"

"Nope." Adrian shook his head dramatically. "You've had enough glass-related trauma for one evening."

Before she could protest further, he grinned, gripping her waist and lifting her off the counter with ease. The warmth of his hands lingered as he turned her toward the hallway, giving her a little nudge forward.

"Off to bed, my wounded warrior," he said grandly. "I'll join you in a bit."

Y/N laughed as she let him propel her forward. "You're ridiculous."

Adrian grinned. "And you love it."

She didn't deny it. With one last sleepy giggle, she disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Adrian behind, still shaking his head with a soft, amused smile.

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