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Five Times Vigilante Definitely Does Not Have Feelings (and the One Time He Does)

Characters:  Adrian Chase/Vigilante x f!reader

CW:  Crude language; yearning.

Word Count:  3982

Adrian Chase will tell anyone:  he doesn’t have emotions like people do.  He doesn’t feel sad or angry or embarrassed.  When Peacemaker gave him the nickname “Thimble,” he certainly didn’t cry.  When Peacemaker was sent to prison, he certainly didn’t feel lonely.  

Not having emotions is what makes him a more evolved human.

And yet, when ARGUS springs Peacemaker and sets up a black ops outfit in Evergreen, Adrian finds himself toeing the line of feelings.  He doesn’t have emotions like people do, but he comes awfully close a handful of times…until he crosses the line entirely.

The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Vulnerable

As the Vigilante, Adrian gets hurt all the time.  He’s become proficient at stitching up his own wounds.  His body is littered with the scars of his own handiwork.

But when Goff tortures him for information, and when the ARGUS team comes to his and Peacemaker’s rescue, he finds himself missing half of a pinkie toe.  It’s the most important toe on the human body, and he’ll probably never walk again…and no one seems to care.

Except for you.  In the van as they return to headquarters, you sit across from him, watching him as he studies his mangled foot.  You murmur something that sounds sympathetic, but he barely hears it over Peacemaker laughing at him.

At headquarters, you look at him and jerk your head in the direction of the back office.

“I can stitch you up, if you want,” you offer. 

He starts to shake his head, but the mean blonde woman—Harcourt, her name is—makes an offhand comment about your superior patch-up abilities, so he accepts your help.  He limps painfully behind you, follows you into a room that has been converted into a rough sort of exam room and budget clinic.

“Hop up on the table,” you tell him, and even though he doesn’t trust you—or any of your team—he does as you say.  It’s clumsy.  He hurts in a hundred different places:  his half-amputated toe, his electrocuted crotch, all the scrapes and bruises from the fight with Cobra Kai. 

“I won’t take off my mask,” he warns you.  “I take my secret identity very seriously.  If you saw my face, I’d have to kill you.”

“Duly noted,” you reply dryly.  “But I only need to see your foot.”

He pulls off his boot and regards his mangled half-pinkie toe sadly.  You pull on a pair of latex gloves and turn on a bright lamp, angling it at his bare foot.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” you say as you prod the wound gently.  “In fact, you really didn’t lose anything but a couple layers of skin.”

“The blade was as dull as fuck,” he replies. 

You wheel your stool over to a cabinet, then pull out some supplies:  needle and thread, disinfectant, gauze and tape.  Then you wheel back over to him and set to work.

The mean blonde woman was right—you’re quick, efficient.  He looks down at your bent head as you stitch him up, and he sees that your needlework is better than his own.  He doubts he’ll even have much of a scar once it heals.

But it’s the strange feeling that creeps over him:  makes his vision waver, makes him feel a little light-headed.  Your hands are deft but also gentle.  Adrian can’t remember ever being touched so gently.  Maybe when he was really small.  Maybe his mom was gentle like that when he was so small that he can’t remember it now.  It makes him break out in goosebumps.  He shudders at the touch of your warm hand bracing his foot, and you misunderstand the involuntary gesture.

“Almost done,” you murmur, and a moment later you tie off the last stitch and snip the thread.  You wrap his toe in gauze, pat his knee softly in a reassuring way.  Then you straighten up and ask if there’s any other injuries he needs patched up.

“Goff electrocuted me,” he blurts out.  “With a car battery.”

You look at him, level, but the corner of your mouth quirks in a near-smile.  “You want me to look at that for you?”

“Oh, no.  No.  No, I just wanted to mention it.  I’m not asking you to look at it.”  He’s grateful for the mask; he can feel his face heating up at the idea of taking off his suit in front of you, and the sudden flush confuses him.  Irritates him.  Something about the thought of being exposed makes his stomach churn in a way he doesn’t understand.

You hum thoughtfully, then turn back to the cabinet of supplies.  You rummage around, then pull out a small white tube that you hand him.

“Antibiotic gel for cuts and burns,” you say.   “You can put a cool cloth on…well, any burns you may have.  If there’s blistering, don’t pop them.”

“Okay.”

“And, you know…if you have any lingering side effects of being electrocuted, you should see a specialist.”

Vigilante reaches down and pulls his boot back on, but already his toe feels better.  “What sort of side effects?” he asks.

He looks up at you in time to see that same half-smile.  You peel off your gloves, toss them in the trash.  

“I can imagine where you were electrocuted,” you reply.  “So if those parts don’t typically work the way you’re used to, see a real doctor.”

Adrian Chase is not good at nuance or subtlety.  “Huh?”

You blink at him before you say, “if you can’t get or maintain an erection, see a urologist.”

“Oh.”  He blinks too, behind his visor.  “Okay.”

You turn to leave the room but then glance over your shoulder before you do.  “Thanks for your help tonight,” you say.  “The mission was a success because of you.”

Neither Vigilante nor Adrian Chase ever get any thanks.  He flushes even hotter under his mask, and he grumbles in reply, uncomfortable to be seen, to be recognized for the first time.

To be vulnerable.

The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Embarrassed

The next afternoon, he’s at Peacemaker’s trailer, helping him clean up from when the police tossed the place.  They are blasting Guns and Roses, drinking beer…it’s like the old days, almost.

A knock at the door then, and Adrian has only a second to pull on his mask before you stroll in.

“Hey, Chris.  Vigilante.”  You nod in greeting, then reach into your bag to pull out a thick manila folder.  You hand it to Peacemaker.

“Murn wanted me to bring this by.  It’s the latest intel we got from Goff’s place.”  

You stand there as Chris takes the folder and sinks down onto his couch, already paging through the information.  Vigilante stands there too, awkward, so he crosses his arms to keep from fidgeting.  There’s a long stretch of silence once the Guns and Roses record ends, and Vigilante struggles with silence.

“I got hard last night,” he tells you.  “And this morning too.”

“Dude, what the fuck?” Peacemaker sputters.  “She doesn’t want to hear that!”

“She mentioned it last night!”

Peacemaker scoffs, twists his face into an expression of disbelief.  “Yeah, I’m sure she mentioned your dick last night.  Sure.  Okay.  Fantasize much?”

“She did!”

“You seriously need to get laid, dude.  Stop making shit up.”

“He’s not lying,” you tell Peacemaker with a sheepish shrug.  “Though I mentioned it in the context of his injuries and not…some other context.”

“See?”  Vigilante says, and Peacemaker rolls his eyes, makes a jacking-off motion with his hand.

You don’t linger.  You beat a hasty retreat, waving over your shoulder as you leave the trailer, and Peacemaker gives him more hell—calls him weird, calls him annoying.

“No wonder you’ve never had a real girlfriend, dude,” he says as he turns back to his folder of intel.  “You say the creepiest shit the minute a cute girl is around.”

Vigilante doesn’t think about it much more until later.  That night, in bed, he lies awake for far longer than he usually does.  He replays that moment, tries to understand why he just blurted that out.  

He wonders if you would have stayed at the trailer longer if he hadn’t been creepy.  His face burns in the darkness of his bedroom, and his stomach twists painfully as he replays the moment over and over.  He replays his stupid blurting out about his dick, and he has no idea what it means.  He never obsesses over his stupid mouth like this.

If he had feelings like other people, he’d recognize the emotion as embarrassment.

The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Despondent (and Comforted)

Adrian gets himself arrested on purpose.  It’s the best way he can help Chris:  get arrested, get booked into the same prison as Chris’ racist supervillain father, then kill said racist supervillain father.

Easy enough.  It’d set Chris free and make his life so much better.  Allow him to move forward and not be bogged down, like Adebayo said.

Adrian fails.  He only manages to make things worse—clues Auggie into his plan accidentally, possibly points law enforcement in Chris’ direction.  So Adrian doesn’t just fail—he fails miserably.

He’s released that night.  He’s surprised at first, but as he changes back into his clothes and collects his personal effects from the guards, he realizes that ARGUS has its sticky fingers in all sorts of things and probably sprung him with just a few keystrokes.

When he leaves the prison, you’re sitting out front in your car.  You lower the passenger window and call out to him.

“C’mon,” you say.  “Harcourt sent me to take you home.”

He’s too upset to even feel bad about his cover being blown.  He climbs into the car.

“I think I made things worse,” he says, and he tries not to cry.  He only wanted to help his best friend (even if he’s not Peacemaker’s best friend).  Somehow he messed up, and it could ruin everything.  

“Okay,” you reply softly.  “It’s okay.”

You drive him home.  He doesn’t give you his address, but you know it—another screw-up, he thinks, getting tangled up with people who easily cracked his secret identity.  You know his name, his face, where he lives.  Some instrument of vengeance he is.  You probably even recognize him from his job at Fennel Fields.

Outside of his apartment, you park, then turn to face him.  In the half-light from the streetlamps, he can just make out your soft smile.

“This entire ops is nothing but mistakes,” you tell him.  “And yet, we’re doing okay.  We’ll figure out how to handle Auggie Smith.  Don’t worry about it.”

He nods, and something about the barest bit of comfort—paired with your smile—makes him turn to face you too.  

“I’m Adrian,” he says, even though you know his name.

Your smile broadens and you say your name, even though he knows it.  You hold out your hand and after a beat he takes it.

“Good to finally meet you, Adrian,” you reply as you shake hands.  

For whatever reason, as low as he feels, he falls asleep that night with a weird lightness in his chest—because he doesn’t dwell on his failure at the prison.  

Instead, he falls asleep with the memory of your smile, your kind words.  Your warm hand in his.

The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Protective

The attack on Goff’s house yielded some leads, and the team travels three hours away to take out a nest of Butterflies.  Everyone is exhausted, filthy, and bruised up.  

It’s in the van—you sitting beside Adrian—when you start to nod off.  He catches it the first few times, the way your head dips forward, the way you jerk back awake.  It’s cute, the way you fight sleep, and then it happens.

You fall asleep and you don’t wake up.  Your head drifts towards him, then settles against his shoulder.

Adrian freezes.  

He and Peacemaker—they used to go out together, looking for crimes or bitches or both.  He’s no virgin.  He fucks.  He’s no stranger to touch, and he’s certainly no stranger to women.  And yet…this feels different.  It feels new.

Peacemaker notices.  “You got a new girlfriend, dude,” he points out with a laugh.

Harcourt rolls her eyes at the teasing.  “Leave her alone.  She puts in way more hours than you, asshole.”

“I put in plenty of hours,” he replies, defensive.  “It takes a lot of time to maintain this impressive physique.  Do you know how long I work on my small muscle groups alone?”

Harcourt rolls her eyes again, then returns her attention to her phone.  Peacemaker turns back to where Adrian sits, rigid, as you sleep against him.

“If you get hard, just don’t tell her about it,” he advises the younger man.  “You’ll creep her out again.”

It’s strange, the feeling of your head against him.  It’s not sexy at all, obviously—in fact, it’s a little uncomfortable.  He doesn’t want to move you, doesn’t want to jostle you and wake you up.  Harcourt said you’re tired, and you took a hell of a beating as you fought the Butterflies.  

Adrian has always approached his work as Vigilante from a perspective of vengeance, not protection, so the feeling is strange:  how he wants to let you sleep, how he wants to protect your sleep.  How he wants to make you comfortable.

A quiet falls over the team; the swaying of the van lulls everyone into comfortable silence.  Adrian breathes in carefully through his nose, then shifts his body.  Slowly, carefully.  He leans away from you, allows you to lie against him more.  He changes the angle enough that he can get his arm out from where it’s trapped between your body and his.  He shifts again, gets his arm around you.  Gently moves you—changes it from your head awkwardly pressed against his hard molded shoulder pad to your head tucked against his chest.

You wake, a little, as he moves you.  You blink up at him sleepily, say his name—Adrian, not Vigilante or Vig or V—and your voice is husky with exhaustion.  There’s a questioning lilt to how you say his name, so he shakes his head softly.

“Go ahead and rest,” he says, quiet.  “Everything’s fine.”

You nod, then settle back against him.  It takes only a moment until he feels your breathing slow down, deepen.  He feels your body go heavy and lax against him.  Tucked against his chest, his arm holding you against him, he can smell you, feel how warm you are.  If he moves his head just a little, he can press his cheek against the top of your head.

Go ahead and rest, he thinks.  Everything’s fine.  I’ll keep you safe.

Vigilante has always been an instrument of vengeance, but this is the first time he’s felt protective of anyone.

The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Fear

The 11th Street Kids have one chance to eradicate the Butterflies forever:  if they can kill their only food source, the so-called cow, they will eventually all die off.  When they make their final assault on the farm, the team splits up:  Adebayo and Economos stay back, while the warriors—Peacemaker, Vigilante, Harcourt, and you—charge into action.

Whether the cow is killed or not, Adrian doesn’t find out until after the battle is over.  He fights off the onslaught of Butterflies, but for the first time, his attention isn’t entirely on his own fight.

His attention is on you, now, too.  

He manages to keep you in his sightline for the beginning of the fight.  He sees you, admires the sight of you when you’re in your berserker mode:  furious and deadly, well-fitted black suit, guns flashing as you empty clip after clip into the skulls of the Butterflies.  

Then he loses sight of you. 

His chest clenches in an unfamiliar tension, and when he finally catches sight of you again, that tight-chest feeling cedes to something else, something worse:  an ice-cold shard of fear that lances through him, settles in his gut where it sits like a stone.

When he finally catches sight of you, it’s the exact moment you are shot by a Butterfly.

One shot hits your shoulder, spins you around.

Another shot hits you square in the chest, makes you stagger backwards as the force is absorbed by your vest.

The final shot hits you low in the belly, and Adrian (who has studied your gear closely) knows you have little protection there.  The icy fear blooms in him, fills up every bit of him until it feels like it’s in his veins.

He screams your name.  He barely even feels the bullet that hits him (“oh, shoot” he mutters, and tosses a knife behind him to kill his own attacker), but then he stumbles and falls, and he loses consciousness.

He wakes a moment later.  He has no idea how much time has passed, but he manages to get to his hands and knees, then to his feet.  He makes his way to where you fell and he finds you.  

It’s bad.  It’s so bad that the icy fear turns acidic in his veins, makes him burn with fear.  With terror.  You gaze up at him but you don’t seem to see him, and each breath makes a fresh pulse of blood trickle from your mouth.

Adrian has never been very good at social situations.  He never knows the right thing to say and if he does, he doesn’t know the right time to say it.  He wishes these things came more easily to him; if it were Chris here right now instead of him, Chris would know the right thing to say.  He’d know how to keep you awake, how to give you comfort.

All Adrian can offer is what you told him the night he got out of prison, when you drove him home.  Now, as you lie under the night sky, dying in front of him, as he presses one hand against the worst wound to try and staunch the bleeding, he repeats your words back to him.

“It’s okay,” he says, and he says it over and over and hopes you believe it.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay.  It’s okay.”

The Time Vigilante Definitely Feels Love

You have no memory of the fight at the farm.  The last thing you remember is the drive there, but everything after is a blank.  Adebayo stops by when you finally wake up and fills you in on the salient details.  

She tells you how Vigilante—who was also shot, who had been blown up earlier in the day—carried you to safety.  How he kept you from bleeding out, how he held your very life in his hands and kept you from dying.  How hospital security had to separate him from you, once you were laid out on the gurney and being wheeled into surgery.

How he still tried to fight to stay by your side, and how he only failed because of his own injuries and blood loss.

“That man is stupid crazy about you,” Adebayo chuckles with a shake of her head.  “I don’t even think he’s really a psychopath.”

You chuckle with her, wince when the action pulls at the thousand stitches and staples that are keeping you held together.  “He’s not bad, right?”

“We’re literally the Island of Misfit toys,” she replies.  “But yeah, he’s alright.”

-----

Adrian is hospitalized too, and once he’s healed up to a point, he starts sneaking into your room to visit.  It’s not really sneaking—every time he undoes his IV and heart monitor, it sends the nurses into a panic—but after Adebayo’s press conference revealing the existence of Task Force X, the hospital staff is pretty tolerant of his harmless shenanigans. 

He helped ward off an alien invasion, after all.  You both did.

You have to agree with Adebayo.  You’ve never quite believed that Adrian is a psychopath or a sociopath or whatever.  You certainly never believed him when he said he didn’t have feelings or emotions.  The guy is nothing but a walking ball of emotions:  obvious love for his friends, a yearning to belong, a sweet desire to be liked and included.  Sure, he kills without compunction, but he seems to love in equal measure, even if he doesn’t believe he does.

When he visits you, he doesn’t talk about feelings.  He chatters endlessly about his and Peacemaker’s exploits—criminals they’ve busted, ways they’ve destroyed old appliances in the woods behind Peacemaker’s trailer.  He talks about how it was when Peacemaker was in prison, how he kept calling and leaving voicemails to make it seem like everything was normal.  He talks about his job at Fennel Fields, all the terrible customer service stories he has.

He discharges himself against the advice of the doctors (he’s healed enough, he tells you), and you think he’ll stop visiting, but he doesn’t.  He visits every day still, and when you start physical therapy to build up the muscle tone and endurance you’ve lost, he sits in a nearby chair, watching you.  Cheering you on.

Adebayo wasn’t wrong.  You know Adrian has feelings for you.  You’re more socially adept than him, and you’ve had relationships before.  You’ve had crushes and been the object of them.  You guessed his infatuation early on, and you can guess that it’s only grown for him since then.

It probably confuses him, you guess.  You know what love feels like.  What a crush feels like.  All that feeling, in so many places:  the fluttery stomach, the pounding heart, the thoughts that just circle ‘round and ‘round about a single person.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have similar feelings for him.  He’s easy on the eyes, sure—but he’s earnest and sweet, a brutal killer with a heart of gold.

You can also guess that Adrian might never make a move.  This has to be unfamiliar territory for him.  You know he’s no virgin (he’s chattered endlessly about his and Peacemaker’s exhaustive threesomes too), but he seems to have no relationship experience.

But your entire short working relationship with him has been give and take.  You stitched him up, comforted him when he was feeling low after his failed attempt to kill Auggie Smith.  He let you rest against him, held you gently as you slept after a mission.  He saved your life, kept you from bleeding out.

Give and take.  The best kind of relationship, in your opinion.

“Hey, Adrian,” you say one afternoon after PT.  You’re exhausted and sore, but you’re quickly approaching your own discharge.  You are healing up nicely.  You have things to look forward to.

“What’s up?” he asks, and he bounces over to your bedside like a Golden Retriever puppy, eager.

“Doctor says I’m good to go in a few days.”

“That’s great!”  His face breaks open in a wide grin that transforms him from nerdy-handsome to downright gorgeous.  “That’s good news!”

You swallow, push down the nerves that flare up.  “I thought maybe we could celebrate.”

“Yeah!”  He grins at you.  “I can call Chris—”

“I thought maybe just me and you,” you cut in, clarifying.  “Just this time.  Maybe we include Chris some other time.”

“Oh.”  The smile falls from his face, and he looks at you.  His brows are knit in confusion.  

No sense in backtracking now.  “Like a date.  Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Oh.”  A beat.  “With me?  Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

What you’re asking him finally sinks in—a beat longer than it might with someone else, but that’s just part of Adrian’s charm.  The smile returns to his face, brighter and wider than before.

“Yeah,” he replies.  “Hell yeah, dude.  I’d love that.”

[multifandomfanficss]

F*ck You?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. The team bullying Adrian as per cannon ☹️. Peacemaker typical language.

A/N: Just a silly little thought I had at 5am during a text convo with one of my best friends when I couldn’t sleep. Shout out Tyler for letting me bounce this idea off you. Thanks bestie! Just a short little fic. The italics are flashbacks. Crossposting on my AO3 adriansglasses.

Adrian stuck his middle finger up, pointed at you. You were going through some files on the other side of the room unable to see him behind the papers you were focusing on. Those who saw were giving him questioning looks.

“Dude why are you flipping off, (Y/N)? I didn’t realize you were mad at them” Economos decided to be the first to question him. Usually he didn’t care enough to ask, but even he was curious as to why Adrian was enthusiastically flipping you off.

“Oh! That’s because I’m not. I just wanna have sex when we get back to my apartment. I was saying can I fuck you.” Adrian says, as if it’s obvious. Chris begins to laugh, having overheard the conversation.

“Oh my god. I’m not sure if you’re insane or an idiot.” Harcourt rolls her eyes, walking away.

“I’m pretty sure he’s both. You know that’s not what that means right?” Economos questions.

“It has two meanings.” Adrian says in a very matter of fact way.

“No, it doesn’t.” John argues.

“Then how do they always know what I mean?” Adrian asks, as if he’s proving his point.

Chris continues to laugh to himself as Adrian and Economos argue.

You’re deep in thought, not paying them any attention when Leota passes you the file you were looking for.

“Thanks!” You smile at her.

“Why is Adrian flipping you off?” She asks.

You look over at him, blushing. You nod.

“See!” Adrian yells throwing up his arms. “Two meanings! I told you!”

“Oh god.” You blush, hiding your face in one of the files. You didn’t need the entire team knowing you were going home to have sex after this, but it’s not like it was that big of a surprise. You’d been dating Adrian for a while, of course you had a sex life. “I don’t know how or why he got it into his head that fuck you means can I fuck you- but like I personally think it’s very clever and very cute so I just don’t correct him.” You laugh, deciding to be honest with Leota.

You thought back to the first time he flipped you off in such a manner. You were out with the team celebrating with drinks after a mission. He threw up his middle finger, drawing a question mark in the air with the other hand. You looked at him with a confused look and mouthed. ‘Are you asking me to have sex with you?’ and he mouth back, ‘Isn’t it obvious?’. Only Adrian could think something like that was obvious. Only Adrian would even do something like that. You smiled, laughing quietly to yourself. It was so uniquely him.

Chris was still laughing uncontrollably in the back. He was thinking of the first time he’d seen Adrian do this too. Little did everyone else know Chris had been the one to teach it to him long before you were dating.

“You really wanna know how I pick up chicks across the bar?” Chris asked with a shit eating smirk.

“Please!” Adrian begged. He could pull girls as Vigilante no problem, but it was a lot harder without the suit.

“Be direct. Just ask if she wants to go home with you. The most subtle way to be direct is to flip her off.” Chris falsely informs.

“Wait… you want me to be subtle and direct? I’m confused.” Adrian asks.

“Well, yeah. You want her to know, not the whole bar.” Chris quickly lies.

“I always thought flipping somebody off was an insult.” Adrian is rightfully cautious.

“It has two meanings. It’s like special. Special can mean you’re one of a kind, cool, awesome, or it could be used the other way.” Chris explains.

“Oh! Okay!” Adrian smiles, before pausing, with a pondering facial expression. “Wait! You call me special all the time.”

“You should hit on that girl over there!” Chris redirects.

“Okay… here goes nothing…” Adrian says, slowly raising his middle finger. The girl looks shocked and starts to walk up to the two men at the bar. “Oh wow! I think it worked!”

Her pace picks up. She walks up to Adrian, slapping him, hard.

“Wait! This is positive! I’m hitting on you!” Adrian says frantically with his finger still up, as she walks away.

“Aw! Fuck! Do you think maybe she had a boyfriend?” Adrian asks, adjusting his glasses and rubbing his jaw.

“Yeah, maybe.” Chris laughs hysterically.

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— blurb ; " what are we?" notes: reader x adrian chase / adrian being a lil idiot / making out and touching / idk how to end it i just had this little scene in my head. wc: 1k

“What are we?” Y/N asked, a bit breathless as she pulled away from the kiss. The lamp on Harcourt’s desk dimly lit the headquarters that highlighted the scattered paperwork, files, and abandoned computer mouse and keyboard from Y/N’s workstation. She sat on the edge of the desk, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat growing between her and Adrian. The open room bore witness to their impulsive passion after a mission together, unable to keep their hands to themselves long enough to get back to either or’s apartment.

Adrian stood between her legs, the worn tiles beneath his boots feeling cool against the soles. His hands, calloused from missions and personal training, squeezed the softness of her upper thigh and the curve of her side. The tension and desire between the two were palpable, the air mixed with adrenaline and the faint scent of metal from the shots fired tonight.

Y/N’s hands cupped Adrian’s jaw, her thumbs caressing his cheeks. She noted how Adrian’s glasses sat crookedly on the bridge of his nose—the lenses bearing smudge marks from the close contact of their faces. 

“Work colleagues. What else?” Adrian’s brows furrowed together, his eyes flickering around her face, taking in all her details. Headlights of cars flickered through the drawn blinds, occasionally filling the room with light.

Y/N cocked her eyebrow at his answer, tilting her head to the side. The flickering of Harcourt’s lamp caught her attention for a moment, accentuating the playful gleam in Y/N’s eyes. Out of all the possible responses, Adrian’s matter-of-fact tone caught her by surprise. She almost anticipated him saying something along the lines of ‘friends with benefits’--but with a more lewd phrasing that would only cause her to roll her eyes and have a smile tug on her lips.

“Do you makeout with your coworkers at Fennel Fields like this?”

“Nope.”

“What about anyone on this team?”

“Just you.” Adrian’s gaze held hers, his hand now running up and down the fabric on her thigh. He pinched and rolled the fabric between his fingers, almost tugging at it. The two were both in their uniforms, her uniform more similar to Harcourt’s, while he was in his Vigilante gear. Y/N’s hands slipped down to his chest. His soft curls bounded as he admired her body, his weight shifting between his legs. 

“I don’t think we’re just work colleagues,” even the phrase leaving her lips sounded off. Colleagues? Not even partners in crime?

Adrian’s eyes widened, his grasp pulling her closer. He felt like he was losing her in this conversation. He yanked her hips to be closer to him, her butt barely sitting on the edge of her desk. The movement caused her to squeak, looking at Adrian with confusion based on his sudden movements. “What? Why?” 

“Adrian, I don���t just want to be…work colleagues–I want something more than this–” Y/N started off, her heart beating as she felt his grip tighten on her waist.

“What, like people who enjoy-getting-freaky-with-each-other-on-and-off-the-clock-and-have-sleepovers?” His question made Y/N groan, tilting her head back, which led to Adrian attaching his lips to her neck, trailing kisses down her skin, nipping and tugging at her flesh. His hand slipped around to her lower back, trying to support her. Almost as if he was worried about her changing his mind about him–he didn’t want whatever they had to stop.

“I think we’re already friends with benefits.” She gasped at the feeling of Adrian’s teeth grazing her neck, her nails digging into the padding of his suit. Adrian’s lips explored the delicate skin of her neck, she found herself caught between surrendering to the desire and pushing for something more profound.

“I want more–” Her voice trembled with a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation, her confession hanging in the air like a charged current. 

“More of what? The neck biting? The groping? I can take off my pants right now, Y/N–” Adrian’s voice held a note of confusion, but his hands, still exploring her, betrayed an underlying yearning. His touch conveyed a silent plea for clarity, an attempt to understand her statement.

“Holy shit, Adrian–I like you. I want to be more than this!” She exclaimed, pushing him away from the nook of her neck. The distance she created left him with a lingering ache.

Y/N’s heart raced, the air in the office space held palpable tension. Her eyes, wide and searching, met Adrian’s, silently urging him to comprehend the weight of her words and what she was trying to convey. She swallowed the lump in her throat, her gaze exposing her vulnerability–in fear of risking what they had for the possibility of something deeper.

“Like what?” Adrian’s face turned slightly red, a flush of emotion–more than he would ever be able to identify. He stumbled over his words, avoiding direct eye contact–yet, his fingers traced up and down her wrist, despite all his uncertainty, he was certain he still wanted to be with her. Y/N was an anomaly in his life, and in that moment, he grappled with the unfamiliar territory of an emotional connection. 

The nights where Y/N wasn’t curled up beside him lingered in Adrian’s mind, a sense of longing in his chest. The fantasies of waking up with her, sharing mundane moments and making her his echo in the soft strokes of his fingers on her wrist. He liked the idea of waking up to her almost everyday, being there to take showers with her, to brush her hair, to have movie marathons and eat the take out from his job–or to flirt with her in the grocery shop aisles, teach her DND, admire her figure from across the gym without feeling like a creep because Y/N would be his. 

“Like my girlfriend?” He asked softly, the question hanging in the air—a vulnerable plea for reciprocation. There was a shift in his tone, perhaps the most serious one Y/N’s ever heard from him. It hinted at the genuine desire to be closer to her. 

“Yea–boyfriend and girlfriend. I feel like we already do most of that stuff anyways–” She was interrupted as she felt his hands cup her face, kissing her passionately. The kiss held more emotion, his touch soft and yearning. 

No one at Fennel Fields would believe Adrian Chase has a girlfriend. 

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Catharsis | Adrian Chase

this fic is race/ hair type/ body type neutral; why does that matter? If you feel I’ve overlooked something in regard to this, no matter how “small”, please let me know!

@stealsteels threatened to BEAT ME UP (real) if I didn't post this so I'm doing it.

(…in all seriousness, thank you for all of your encouragement, it truly means the world ♡)

word count | 5.1k (woof)

warnings/ notes | 18+, fluff/ smut; fingering, spanking, vibrators, kink exploration/ discovery, trusting and communicating with your partner (hot), service top Adrian, masochistic reader/ sadistic Adrian if you squint.

as noted, this contains spanking. It is of course fully consensual, something reader explicitly asks for and (most importantly) NOT a punishment, but I realize it still isn’t everyone's thing, so please be mindful.

also this is incredibly self indulgent and tbh maybe a little out of character, and turned out a lot fluffier and domestic that I intended.

ao3

minors/ ageless blogs please respect my wishes and do not interact with my work/ blog. I will block you :)

You hear him before you see him. A double shift at Fennel Fields followed by hours of shooting a bunch of appliances in the woods with Chris and he still careens into your apartment with all the intensity and finesse of a hurricane. The endless amount of energy he seemed to have was sometimes baffling, and while it was usually fun to have your own personal Energizer bunny around (especially in bed), sometimes you really envied it. 

You especially envy it on days like today when you felt like you could barely drag yourself through a comparatively low stakes and low effort day.

That feeling doesn’t last long though, because as soon as he toes his shoes off (a task that takes significantly longer than it should because he refuses to untie his laces, insisting that it’s faster even though it clearly isn’t) and rounds the corner into the kitchen, he shoots you his signature smile and you instantly feel that warmth you only seem to feel around him. 

Shoes successfully removed, he ambles over to where you stand in front of the stove, fanning yourself as you lower the heat of the burner. Strong arms instinctively find their way around your waist and he nuzzles into your side, dropping tiny kisses to your cheek. Said kisses are, of course, mostly a means of distraction so that he can reach around you to grab the spoon you'd been stirring with and stick the entire thing in his mouth, but it’s still cute enough to earn him a few kisses in return.

You return to stirring (with a new spoon), humming your replies as he launches into his recap of the day’s events. The recaps are rarely linear (sometimes they're not even coherent), so by now you’re used to the way he flip flops between how crazy the recoil from Chris' Desert Eagle was (“I mean yeah okay, I shot it without his permission, but holy shit babe that thing is crazy! Maybe I should get one. I mean when you think about it it’s actually kind of weird that we don’t have matching guns. Do you think he would think that was weird? If I got the same gun as him?”), to how he’d broken a guy's kneecaps after he'd caught him pushing his girlfriend into a wall in a dark alley, to how some other guy had actually proposed at Fennel Fields (“but don’t worry babe, when I propose it’ll be somewhere way nicer. Like at least  Olive Garden or better.”)

The last bit earns him an eye roll and a nudge to the ribs, but you still can’t help the grin that pulls at your lips.

With dinner done, he finally disentangles himself from you to grab the plates and silverware and plops down in front of the tv. Tonight you’re finishing up the latest season of Barry (a show he finds hilarious, more for the gore than the actual comedy), but the second you take your seat next to him his arms immediately find their way around your middle. 

“You know you can’t eat if you’re holding me, right?” you question, arching an eyebrow at him.

Undeterred, he pulls you even tighter, insisting that he “totally can though!”

“I’ve mastered the art. See, look,” He demonstrates said “mastery” by pulling you into his chest and bringing his plate around so that it sits on his open palm in front of you. He grins down at you, hopeful you’ll just ignore the high likelihood of pasta sauce spilling down your front with one wrong move. You pat his cheek and shake your head no, moving to separate your bodies. He pouts, truly pouts at you and once again find yourself unable to hide your smile. 

“Okay okay, what about if you lay down on my chest and I put my plate on your back?” 

“Then how would I eat?” 

He ponders this for a second until you see another lightbulb go off.

“Okay, what about you sit in my lap and hold your plate and I-”

“I swear, if you suggest putting your plate on my head...”

“You didn’t let me finish!” 

Another skeptical look before you sigh and motion for him to finish.

“...But yes I was going to say that.”

The way he seems to so desperately want this to work is perhaps a little annoying, but mostly very cute and endearing. Another eye roll makes it clear that his request is out of the question, and he’ll, for the time being, have to settle for eating like a normal person.

You turn your attention back to the screen just in time to see a guy's brains splatter as he gets shot in the head point blank. Despite the fact that you know about Adrian’s propensity for violence, it still gets to you and you wince. He pulls you tightly into his side, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder and you settle into his touch, muttering your thanks into his sweatshirt and pressing a grateful peck to his chin. You sigh contentedly and press your face into his side and your eyes drift closed as you inhale his scent.

A bark of laughter jolts you awake. You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep, but sure enough when you look up the credits are rolling. You yawn and stretch, craning your neck to look up at him and he seems to immediately sense your stare. He smiles that smile, the one that’s sweet like his normal one but also not, doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he’s thinking about something not so sweet, and the proof of what he exactly he's thinking is now pressing up against you. You turn to face him fully, taking in his lopsided smile and the slight splotchy blush creeping over his neck and plant a small teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Obviously this isn’t enough for him, and he leans over to gently grab the back of your neck and pulls you to him. The kiss is… kind of a lot, to be honest, but most things with Adrian are. Overeager as always he wastes no time licking along the seam of your mouth, asking for entry. You don't oblige him, not yet, opting to tease him instead as you nip his bottom lip.

You hug him closer, feeling the muscles in his back flex under your touch as he tilts your head to the side to suck at the skin of your neck. You move to straddle him but he's already getting impatient and makes a frustrated sound as he grips your thighs and pulls you the rest of the way into his lap. With you seated fully on top of him, he moves one hand to your hip to hold you solidly in place while the other snakes up under your shirt. Adrian is rarely smooth and tonight is no exception. His hands move over you as if he's unsure where to go or where to stop, touching you like it's the first time. They ghost over your stomach and up between your breasts before finally settling on your ass in a nice firm hold.

He finally frees your neck, laving sloppy kisses over your tender skin before pulling away completely. The momentary loss of contact is enough for you to come back to your senses and you push lightly against his chest.

“Hi.” Hi? You scoff at yourself. Great start. 

You have no idea why you’re feeling so self-conscious all of a sudden, especially when he's looking at you like that.

The way he noticeably focuses when you have something to say, absorbing your every word is endearing but sometimes it also feels so intense. Especially now, when he’s sitting here, half hard underneath you, eyes growing wide and curious under his large frames.

You gather yourself and clear your throat.

“I uh, I actually wanted to talk about something. To ask you something, actually. I mean, we obviously don’t have to do it tonight, or do anything tonight. I mean I know you’ve had a really long day so I don’t want you to feel obligated to do it tonight, or at all even, if you don't want to. I don’t even know if it’s something you’d be interested in so, no pressure, obviously.” 

You’re way too aware of the fact that you’re rambling, which is typically more of an Adrian thing than a you thing, but despite (or maybe because of) your awareness, you can’t seem to stop. The words just keep tumbling out, and now you’re getting flustered and a little bit annoyed with yourself, in large part because it's Adrian for Christ's sake. He's never judged you for your desires and you know it's not in his nature. Even now he just sits there, ignoring his own arousal, patiently waiting for you to get the words out, tracing comforting (albeit distracting) shapes against the tops of your thighs. In spite of all this you still struggle with simply just saying what you want– what you need. You take another breath.

"I want…" 

You had what felt like the most supportive partner in the world, so why did this feel so fucking hard?

He nods, squeezing your sides, encouraging you to continue. “Tell me what you want. Tell me and I'll give it to you.” 

"I, uh, I want you to spank me." You hold your breath, gauging his reaction carefully.

He immediately perks up at this and just like that, you’re at ease again. Not even a hint of the hesitation or confusion (or even worse, judgment or disgust) you’d dealt with the few times you’d brought it up with previous partners. Not even the well meaning (but kind of annoying) "I don't want to hurt you" you'd come to expect. Then again, this is Adrian, your Adrian, and now you’re wondering why you were even worried in the first place. 

Then again, it wasn't like this was exactly a shocking revelation. Adrian already knew you liked some pain and he’d been more than happy to give you the occasional playful spank before, in and out of the bedroom. Even though what you're asking for now was much different, his reaction is a huge relief.

For his part, he sits there, fucking beaming at you. His eyes drift to your lips again, tongue sneaking out to lick his own as he leans in to nip at you this time. For a moment he lingers, like he can’t decide whether he wants to kiss you or move back down to your neck. He goes with the former, pulling you into a searing kiss. You don’t consider yourself the type to get easily flustered, but fuck if he isn’t literally taking your breath away right now. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, payback for earlier, and you gasp. His hand moves to cradle the back of your neck again, squeezing just the tiniest bit. You know he's barely using any of his strength and that knowledge makes you shudder.

“So, how do you want to do this?”

You laugh, “I um…” To be honest, you kind of hadn’t really put much thought into logistics and the kiss wasn't making it any easier to think.

You don’t have to flounder for too long though, because now that you’ve put the idea into his head, he’s running with it. 

“Want me to bend you over the couch?” 

Another thing most people don’t know about Adrian, and you’re thankful for this, is how… focused he can be. Especially when properly motivated.

“Or I could put you over my lap. Get you nice and relaxed and just… help get all the tension out. Would you like that? Hm?” Hia hands have drifted back to your ass and he pinches it now to emphasize his point, making you yelp.

You can tell how excited he’s getting both by the way he continues to ramble and by the way he’s started to absentmindedly rut up against you. You don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it because he’s still talking, seemingly completely unaware.

“Maybe we should get a paddle. I’d love to see your ass jiggle when I hit it with a paddle. Fuck, do you have one? Should we get one right now? Or a riding crop. Or- what are those things with all the tassels?”

“Adrian, do you really want to buy a flogger right now? Or do you want to take me to bed?"

“Right, right.” Without warning, he stands and you do your best to cling to him as he makes his way to your bedroom. From this position it’s harder to grind against him, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. You press your lips against the long column of his throat, moving up from his Adam’s apple to kiss behind his ear. You move back down and up again, repeating the action on the other side. He groans, deep and guttural and filthy, and you think it’s the loveliest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Stopstopstop, you’re distracting me!” He huffs, cutely, like he really has the audacity to be annoyed right now.

You grin into his neck, unable to stop yourself from softly nibbling his ear.

He places you down on the bed, crawling over you to kiss down your neck and you arch into him, hands sliding down his chest, toned muscles apparent despite the thick material of his sweatshirt, before reaching his waistband. You move to tug them down, desperate to feel him in your hands but he quickly grabs both your wrists and holds them above your head. He pulls back to look at you, smiling a very different smile now.

You try in vain to tug your wrists free, whining for him to let you go so you can touch him, but the look he fixes you with is enough to shut you up. Slowly, slowly he trails his free hand down your chest and slips it into your shorts, rubbing you over your panties. 

You moan, clamping your thighs around his hand and grinding yourself into his touch, growing more and more desperate by the second. When he finally he relents and releases your hands you're panting, but you waste no time wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your hands in his curls as he returns to your neck, kisses turning to bites.

He rucks your shirt all the way up and you lift so he can finish tugging it over your arms. You shiver, fully exposed to him now and he bends down to take one nipple in his mouth, alternating between gentle bites and sucks while circling the other with his thumb and you sigh dreamily, pushing up into his touch.

Your hand drifts back to the nape of his neck, absently dragging your nails up and down the back of his scalp, dark curls running through your fingers and he groans against your skin. You move for his pants again but he bites your nipple that much harder; a clear warning.

He releases your nipple and you think he's switching to the other one but he instead fixes you with another stern look. His voice is lower this time when he speaks.

“Are you gonna behave, or do I need to tie you up?”

You can’t help the shiver that runs through you, or the whimper that escapes your lips at his words.

As enticing as the offer is, you’re starting to get antsy. You nod your head and mutter your assent and he smirks, seemingly satisfied with your answer. 

The look he gives you this time is much softer but it still makes your blood run hot, makes you feel like the electricity in your nerves is sparking just under your skin. You turn your head to the side and without missing a beat he grabs your chin lightly, guiding your gaze back to him.

Heat rushes up your neck to your cheeks, but you make yourself hold his gaze. His pupils are almost completely blown black now, cheeks ruddy and lips set in a firm line. 

"I care about making you feel good.” The sincerity in his voice floods you with warmth.

“Are you gonna let me?”

You whimper, wishing he’d just go back to kissing you, but you know the question isn’t rhetorical.

“Yes, yes, please Adrian just- please”, you pant, stretching up, wordlessly begging him to kiss you again, to do something, but he doesn't relent. He just holds your gaze while you pout and squirm under him.

“Now, tell me what you want.”

You peer up at him, uncertain of what he means. “I told you, I want you-”

“No, tell me exactly what you want. Be specific. Do you… do you want me to punish you?” His voice quiets a bit at the end.

“No! No, I don’t. I don’t want it to be a punishment. I-I don’t know. I just…  I do want it to hurt but... I more just want to not think, just for a while. Sorry, that’s not what you asked but-”

“No, no that’s good. That’s good.” 

He finally lets go of your wrists and kneads the muscles in your shoulders. The warmth and pressure from his hands soothes your nerves and you sigh and smile up at him.

“Alright, get over my lap then.”

You scramble to obey, already dizzy with anticipation. You feel giddy with it, and despite your nerves you couldn't deny how badly you wanted this– wanted to feel his hands on you, wanted him to make you feel release only the way he could.

You splay yourself over his spread legs, head resting on the pillow you’d grabbed. Now that you’re unable to see what he’s doing, your mind starts to race. Your pulse quickens, and you start to get that familiar floaty feeling you get whenever he takes control and you get to let go.

He puts one hand on the small of your back and with the other he finally, mercifully, tugs at your waistband. You can feel just how hard he's gotten now as he presses into your hip, but he doesn’t move. Adrian isn't much for teasing but he makes no move to touch you, so you wiggle your hips in the hope that it’ll get him to do… something. He presses firmly on your lower back and you huff, but still yourself anyway. He slowly smooths over the muscles in your lower back, pressing deeper and deeper until you relax into his touch. 

He moves lower, gripping the meat of your ass, kneading it softly, and you’re not sure if the gentle touches are genuine or if he’s trying to get you to let your guard down before he starts.

He unceremoniously spreads your legs, dipping his hand between your thighs before ghosting his fingers over your lips. He moves to circle your clit over your underwear and you moan into the pillow, bucking your hips back into his hand, searching for more of whatever he’s willing to give you.

You should’ve known better again, because as soon as you do, his hand comes down squarely against your ass. The pain isn’t so bad, but the sound is enough to make you jump. 

"Oh." he says quietly, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "I see."

You're not sure exactly what he means by this but you don't have time to think about it too hard before he brings his hand down again, this time on the other cheek. He stops briefly and you move to turn and ask if that's all he intends to do, but you feel another stinging slap before you get the chance.

“You said you wanted it to hurt, right?” You mumble a "yes", high and breathy, into the pillow that’s smushed against your face.

"Then ask me nicely."

Fuck.

"Adrian, please, please, fucking- just - harder please."

The pace he sets now is unrelenting. You pretty quickly become aware of the fact that he's making sure there's no pattern for you to predict and the thought makes you even giddier.

One smack, and then another, the stinging pain hovering just on the edge of too much, dulling all of your other senses. You start to get that familiar hazy feeling, and you relax into it, welcome it, will it to take you over completely.

Left, left, left, right, left again, one sharp, followed by a few open handed ones to your thigh in quick succession. All the while he's rubbing small, tight circles against your clit with his other hand.

His fingers move to tease your entrance, rubbing small circles into you and like the slaps he's doling out they seem to have no predictable rhythm.

"I think… this is really unlocking something in me," he mutters, more to himself than to you. 

You’d been so focused on what he was doing that you only now realize how embarrassingly loud your moans had been, but his comment draws something out of you. You’re whining and writhing against him, not even trying to look dignified at this point, the sensation verging on overwhelming but so so good.

Suddenly it’s gone, and you whine in protest. For a moment everything is still, and you realize for the first time how quickly your heart is beating.

“Still okay?”

You don’t think you can form words right now, but you groan an affirmative, hoping it gets your message across. Adrian gently tilts your chin so he can look into your eyes and confirm. “Yes?” he questions, and your heart warms at the way he asks, at the way he always wants to be certain. The way he's biting his lip also tells you you’re not the only one who's enjoying this.

You exhale sharply, forcing your brain and mouth to actually form words, making sure your "yes" is clear. He nods once in return and releases your chin, and you sigh as you sink into the pillow again. Once you're comfortable, he starts again.

"Good girl. Keep being good for me.”

The sharp stinging pain and the dull thudding of his open palm are starting to run together, all becoming one sensation. He grips the fat of your ass again with one hand, releases it and brings the other hand down. He repeats this a few more times; squeezing, releasing and then bringing his hand down quickly before the blood has the chance to rush back under your skin, gauging your reactions each time, cataloging every whimper, moan and twitch, every shudder, flinch and squeal and rewarding each in kind.

“You like that? You like it when I hurt you like this? You like my fingers rubbing your pretty little clit like this?”

With this he runs his fingers back through the slick between your legs, teasing a finger against your opening.

"Jesus, fuck, look at you. Is this all for me? Yeah? Answer me." You can’t help but whine at that, telling him "Yes, yes it's all for you, all for you Adrian!" hiccuping and helpless to do anything but feel him.

He continues, “I think I know what you want, but you know you have to use your words,” he chides. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, yes! Pleasepleaseplease” You’re nearly sobbing now, tears you hadn't even noticed before falling freely now.

“I think I have something you’ll like even better,” he says, and your heart leaps at the thought of what he could possibly have in mind. You move to turn to him, but a firm hand on your back keep you in place.

He draws his hand back and you brace yourself for the inevitable impact, but it doesn't come. You huff, knowing full well he's absolutely got the shittiest grin on his face but you refuse to turn around this time, refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing your annoyance. So the two of you just sit there, momentarily suspended, at the world’s tensest, horniest impasse. You, over his lap, your panties hanging off of your ankle, and him, with presumably one hand raised in the air and one tracing faint shapes into the skin of your inner thighs.

"You," he starts, taking a deliberate breathe like he's trying to compose himself, trying to stave off the arousal he's thus far been able to keep at bay. He’s still got his pants on, and the combination of that and you writhing and moaning on top of him is starting to become unbearable.

"You have no fucking idea what you do to me."

He sounds dangerous now, voice too measured and now the tension is really starting to get to you.

He’s moving on the bed, doing his best to not jostle you too much but you can still feel his hips and cock shift under you as he reaches over to the drawer on your side of the bed. 

You hear him rifling through it, various objects clattering as he tosses them around. You use this time to ground yourself, taking a few deep breaths but they do little to stop the way your blood is still rushing under your skin. You have an idea of what he’s looking for, but you don’t dare turn around to confirm your suspicions. 

Finally, the rustling stops and he chuckles triumphantly.

He’s quiet again. Suspiciously, unnervingly quiet. Adrian is so rarely quiet that when he is it's noticeable. He’s still lazily running his fingers between your thighs, purposefully avoiding your clit this time, despite the insistent roll of your hips. Like he’s got all the time in the fucking world.

You hear the telltale buzz of the Magic Wand behind you, but he doesn’t give you time to register it before he pushes the head right up against your clit. You cry out, the sensation immediately far too intense, but despite your struggle he continues to firmly hold you in place. You whine pathetically, the pressure and vibration too much too soon, and he eases up just a little so the vibrations are still strong, but not so overwhelming.

You keep squirming, you can’t help it, and he moves the toy from your clit. This time you chase it, now desperate for stimulation and he chuckles above you and spanks your ass again.

“Fuck!” You cry out, burying your face into the pillow again. You know how you probably look, completely fucked out, tears splilling freely from your eyes now as you sob ugly and way too loud sobs, but you can't think about that right now. You were close, so so close. You just needed that extra little push.

“You’re doing so well baby. Can you take a few more?” and he asks so sweetly you can't even think about saying no.

Adrian returns to rubbing the small of your back, his voice a little softer now. He knows the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, and he always knows how to get you over the edge.

You gasped an “uh-huh”, arching into his touch and this time he allows it and repositions the toy directly against your clit again. Despite his softer tone, his hand comes down again just as hard and unrelenting as before and you’re honestly glad he isn’t going softer now that he knows you’re close.

He turns the vibration up a little more and the extra stimulation is exactly what you need. You feel your body seize momentarily as you clench and shake and for a split second everything feels still before your orgasm crests and breaks over you. 

You hold onto that feeling for as long as you can, letting the wave break and settle and feeling your brain go blissfully hazy.

You feel floaty, your body feeling absolutely spent, wrung out completely and everything in that moment feels so perfect.

Adrian slowly ghost gentle touches over your back and down over your ass and thighs. You feel something cool and sigh contentedly as he rubs lotion into your stinging flesh.

You work to steady your breathing, reveling in the feeling of his gentle touch and the sweet praises he mumbles.

He knows you sometimes get a little dizzy and fucked out after you cum, (loves it, really) so he waits for you to gather yourself. Once he finishes you roll onto your stomach.

You wouldn't blame him for being self satisfied or even cocky in this moment, but the smile he wears now is anything but. It's just warm and sweet, like him. 

He grabs one of the small hand towels you keep in the bedside drawers and gently wipes you down, knowing how much you hate the feeling of sweat on your skin after and helps you pull a fresh pair of underwear and one of his oversized shirts on as you settle into his lap.

“Was it.. was it good for you? Was it too hard?” You hear the little bit of worry start to creep into his voice and you’re quick to reassure him.

“No, no not at all. It was perfect Adj. You know I would’ve stopped you if something was wrong.”

He visibly relaxes at this, and resumes running his fingers over your tender flesh, humming softly.

It’s quiet, and for a while the only sound you’re aware of is your breathing. When he speaks again, it’s like he’s already in the middle of a thought.

“But seriously. Whatever you need, you know I’m happy to do it for you. And you know how much I love taking care of you. I just always want to make sure I make you feel good, you know?”

You smile at his confession. “Yeah, I know. And thank you. Seriously."

You clear your throat. “It's just nice to have someone who cares, you know?”

He hums thoughtfully, still rubbing your skin gently.

"I know you care about me as a person, and I'm not saying you're the only one who does. I meant more, it's nice to have someone who cares about making me feel good. Not to say that other people were just using me for sex but… with you it's just,” you go quiet again. “It’s just different."

“So thank you. For… this. For not being weirded out by it, I mean. And for doing it, of course.”

You sit up so you can look him in the eye now and he pulls you into him fully, arms tight and secure. The last thing you're aware of before you drift off this time is his scent as he kisses your temple.

[bbxkruger]

Adrian: *throwing his head onto y/n’s lap* tell me I’m pretty

Y/n: pretty fucking annoying is what you are

[modern-vellichor]

hi! i’d love it if you could write adrian chase/vigilante x reader(fem or gn if you prefer!) where they are quite hard faced and irritable with the other members of 11th Street Kids, but with Adrian they are quite soft and show they actually care for him, laugh at his awkwardness etc. basically a different person than the way they are with the others. ty!

im so good to y'all. i have genuinely no idea when this was sent to me but I'm back baby.

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"Fuck off," you said to Peacemaker.

Waller had promised that this was your last job. And you made sure she meant it. This was nothing more than community service. You did as little as possible with these shitheads. You sat in a van with Economos during missions, you never said a word unless absolutely necessary. You avoided Murn like the plague. You never accepted Harcourt's invitations to drinks. You always rejected Peacemaker's various advances (it's not like you would say yes in any other situation.) Even Adebayo, who was the most tolerable on the squad, always found a way to get on your nerves, usually with unwanted (but not unhelpful) advice. In spite of this, there was one person who just made your heart melt.

Sweet little Vigilante. So stupid, so blind and deaf and dumb. So sweet. Sure, he was a bit dopey. He had no brain-to-mouth filter whatsoever. He was extremely violent. He was a bit creepy. But you had a soft spot for him. There was something about his puppy dog eyes, or his dumbstruck smile that turned you into a gushy, weeping, puddle. He was just plain neat.

The others noticed, of course they did. You turned into this sweet, gushing mess around the idiot. You placed gentle hands on his cheeks, you listened to his god awful rants with a soft smile, you helped him with whatever he wanted.

Adrian didn't notice, obvious. He was oblivious to your gentleness towards him. In his heart, he knew he loved you but you were so scary. You were so mean to all the other agents, even Peacemaker! Despite this he tailed after you like a lost puppy, or an imprinted duckling. And you let him. If he ever gained the nerve to reach out to caress your arm, or your hand, or if he ever reached for your knives or your guns, you didn't push him away like you would have anyone else.

Maybe one day he'd realize how soft you truly were, maybe he'd ask you out. But for now, he'd secretly admire you, even blood-soaked, battered and beaten, and pretend you were nothing more than a favoured coworker.

[jediviolet]

i feel like with the wait for Peacemaker season 2 people are forgetting all about the lovable “sociopath” Vigilante/Adrian Chase. I feel like I’ve read every Vig fic there is to read and there’s a huge slow down in new ones! I would love any recs on here or any other sites of ppl’s fav vigilante fics or ones they’ve written themselves! Also any creators taking submissions for new vig fics reply too!! tysm <3

[7-wonders]

‘laying wide awake at night after watching a horror movie that left them unnerved’

could you do that prompt with the reader being the one who can’t sleep and Adrian comforting them and promising he’ll keep them safe?

I had two people request this prompt, thank you! Man I've MISSED writing for Adrian, this was so fun.

You've made a lot of dumb decisions in your life, though that's not specific to you. No, being human is about making dumb decisions. What is life if not a string of dumb decisions, one after the other?

Still, letting Harcourt and Economos pick The Exorcist: Believer for a team movie night instead of fighting harder for your and Peacemaker's choice, Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour, probably ranks up towards the top of your list of dumb decisions.

It probably wouldn't have even been that scary of a movie if you weren't watching it in the movie theater! Yes, The Exorcist scares you (you don't know a person who isn't scared by that movie), but it doesn't terrify you—there is a distinct difference between the two. Watching it in a darkened room, in surround sound, with 100+ other people just as scared as you are? That's terror at its finest.

After the movie was over, every member of The 11th Street Kids excitedly talked about how good it was, how scared they remained. Yet none of them looked affected or like they actually were still scared, so you pushed down your own fear and laughed it off as well. You went out for a couple of after-movie drinks, kissed Adrian goodbye as he went on patrol with Chris, and went home.

Now you're here, lying paralyzed under the covers and staring through the dark room intently as you try to discern if you're actually seeing something lurking in the inky blackness. Are those the yellow eyes of one of the possessed little girls, glowing dimly in the dark? If you strain your ears enough, can you hear the Latin of the exorcism? Your body begins to shake in fear, and you slowly draw the covers up over your head.

So wrapped up in your own mind are you that you miss the quiet sound of the door slowly opening. After having worked at A.R.G.U.S for a few years, it should be second nature to catch on to the feeling of the air shifting outside of your safe haven. But fear is a very powerful thing.

When something grabs the blanket and tugs it down, you scream.

The lights flick on as you do so, blinding you momentarily. When you blink the brightness out of your eyes, you come face-to-face with Adrian, your boyfriend. He's still in his Vigilante costume, which means he's just come back from patrolling. His mask is pulled off, and he's staring at you in bewilderment.

"Hey, I didn't mean to wake you up!" Adrian apologizes profusely.

"You didn't," you assure him, even as you try to get your heart to stop beating in your throat. "I wasn't able to fall asleep."

"Really? That's weird, you're always asleep by the time I come home." He hits the screen of your phone, lying on the nightstand, to check the time. "Do you know that it's three thirty right now? You're supposed to have a full eight hours of sleep to function healthily, and you're not gonna be able to get that."

Your lips twitch up in a smile. "I know."

"Then why aren't you asleep?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"I promise!" His face is so earnest, and you wonder why anybody would think that your open book of a boyfriend didn't have emotions.

"It's because of that stupid fucking movie."

"Which stupid fucking movie?" he asks cluelessly.

"The one that we saw only a few hours ago?"

Clarity dawns on him. "Oh, that stupid fucking movie! I didn't know it scared you that bad, pumpkin!"

You appreciate the seasonal term of endearment, probably one of the more tame ones that he's come up with. "You mean it didn't scare you?"

"It was a little scary, I guess. Maybe I'm just built different."

"You almost cried when we went on 'It's a Small World,'" you remind him, referencing your trip to Disney World.

"Hey, those dolls are fucking scary and definitely have the souls of children trapped in them!" Adrian defends. He must see something in your face that betrays just how scared you've been since you arrived home, because his own softens. "Man, that movie really scared you, huh?"

You nod, and he nods back.

"Alright, then." He sits on the bed abruptly, pulling you into his arms and laying down on the mattress with you.

"What—Adrian, you're all sweaty! You need to go shower!"

"Not until you fall asleep. I'm gonna stay right here and keep you safe."

"You know that I know the movie's not real, right?"

"I know. But your fear is. So I'm gonna make sure that you fall asleep, and then I'll fight off any nightmares if they try to come knocking."

He's so sweet sometimes that it makes your teeth ache. "What about your eight hours of sleep?"

"Screw that, I can catch some zzz's at the office tomorrow."

You laugh. "When you're supposed to be doing the mission paperwork that you've been putting off for over a week now?"

"Pssh, paperwork, shmaperwork."

Your conversation dies down, and Adrian reaches a long arm over to turn the lights off. Despite your best efforts, your eyes close from the heaviness of sleep calling to you, Adrian's humming and his hand rubbing your back helping to get you there. The memory of fear zings through your brain, however, and you jolt with a sharp gasp, feeling like you do when you're about to sleep and have the sensation of falling.

Adrian's immediately holding you tighter, making sure that you feel him with you. "Don't worry, I'm right here."

You nod and settle back into him. "Love you."

"I love you more...my moonlit lake." You chuckle, and that's the last thing you remember before finally falling asleep.

True to his word, Adrian makes sure that no nightmares bother you tonight.

7-wonders Halloween Spooktacular

[krtsvig]

pls i know adrian chase is the hungriest, most passionate kisser

oh for fucking sure. like yeah he has the threesomes with chris, but the mask always stays on so he’s deprived of anything of that nature and when he gets the chance to do ANYTHING more he fucking takes it. i’m dead serious.

leave recs i swear i’ve read almost every adrian fic ever. (if you rec something please nothing with a non-con tag)

[tropes-and-tales]

I am really loving all the prompts you’re reblogging!

Could I request from the rivals/enemies prompts number 2, cursing the other but secretly being worried about them with either Vigilante or Ray Merrimen?

Have a great weekend!

The original plan was apparently to use Peacemaker to assassinate the alien life-forms known as Butterflies, but when Vigilante shows up—and never leaves—Murn assigns you as his handler.

Vigilante hates having a handler.

“I’m not a baby, dude,” he scoffs at you.  He’s embarrassed by how you don’t trust him, how you stick close to him.  “I don’t need you to hover over me.”

“I’m not your dude,” you retort.  “And I absolutely do have to hover over you, or else you might kill a jaywalker.”

“Jaywalking is against the law.”

“It is,” you concede.  “But it’s not punishable by death, Adrian.”

He grumbles behind his mask.  “Debatable,” he replies under his breath, but you catch it and roll your eyes.  “And don’t call me Adrian in public.  People can’t know my super-secret identity.”

He sees you glance around.  The two of you are in the thick forest behind the rural estate of a suspected Butterfly.  He sees you roll your eyes again before you say, “yeah, I’d hate for a squirrel to find out the busboy from Fennel Fields is an unmitigated psycho.”

“Dude, what—” he starts to reply, confused, but you shush him and point towards the house the two of you are watching.  He turns in time to see a group of people walking single file into the house.

“Butterflies,” you both say at the same time.

-----

You lay out the plan, which is—by Adrian’s estimation—complete bullshit.

Which is why he totally ignores the plan and does his own thing:  instead of cutting the communication to the house and then incapacitating the Butterflies with flash grenades, Vigilante….just blows the shit up.  He breaks cover and sprints away from you, armed with the explosives he smuggled into the trunk of your car before the two of you drove here.

“Adrian, don’t!” you yell, and you try to chase after him but you’re slower than him.  You haven’t dedicated your life to chiseling your body into an instrument of vengeance like he has, so he outpaces you easily.  

Vigilante’s improvised plan is a success.  Mostly.  He takes out the Butterflies and manages to save a hard drive that may have vital information on it.

He kinda blows himself up, though.  When he tosses the final two explosives behind him to finish off the job, one bounces weird.  It bounces back towards him, and when he tries to kick it back, the force of the first explosion sets it off.

What a badass way to die, he thinks as he sails through the air, partially on fire and in pain everywhere.  

Then the world turns black.

-----

He wakes up in the passenger’s seat of your car.  He aches everywhere.  His ears are ringing.  Everything is blurry until he gropes at the hidden pocket in his suit and pulls out his glasses—slightly bent—and sets them on his face with a hiss of pain.

He turns his head and looks over at where you sit in the driver’s seat.  You’re hunched over the wheel, knuckles white as you speed back to Evergreen.  

“Stupid,” you spit out, and if Adrian was just a touch more socially aware, he’d realize that your voice is shaky from fear—not anger.

“Stupid,” you repeat.  “You’re so fucking stupid.  Stupid and erratic and…and impulsive.  You blew yourself up!  You could have died!  What in the fuck were you thinking, Adrian?”

He can’t articulate what he was thinking beyond Peacemaker’s mantra.  “There’s no wrong time to rock,” he replies.

You bunch one hand into a fist and punch the steering wheel.  The sudden violence startles him:  you are often irritated with him, but this is something more. 

“What the fuck does that mean?  No wrong time to rock?  Is that what that was, rocking?  Are we fighting a fucking alien invasion or are we at a fucking Whitesnake concert?”

“Whoa, dude, calm down.”  He holds up his hands like he’s trying to calm a rabid dog.  “Everything’s cool.”

“It’s not,” you snap, but you’re not yelling, at least.  “It’s very much not cool.”

-----

You don’t take him to the shitty headquarters in Evergreen, and you don’t take him to his place.  You take him to your place, and he’s not the best at reading other people, but he wisely holds his tongue.  The first half of the drive back, you yelled at him, your face contorted like a scary Dracula.  

The second half of the drive, you were deadly silent, and that was somehow worse.

Now he’s limping into your little house, biting back a groan with each step as he follows you inside.

“Sit down,” you tell him.  Your voice is soft again, tired.  You gesture to a kitchen chair.  “I’ll get the first aid kit.  Get you patched up.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—” he starts, and he feels weird:  guilty and ashamed.  You look exhausted all of a sudden.  Dark hollows under your eyes, lower lip gnawed nearly bloody.  

“I do,” you interrupt, just as soft.  “You’re my responsibility.”

You disappear for a long moment, and when you return with the first aid kit, Adrian thinks your eyes look red.  Like you’ve been crying.  Which makes no sense, because you hate him and anyways, you’re the toughest girl he knows.  He doesn’t think you’ve ever cried before.

You get him a glass of water, hand it to him.  You open your first aid kit—far more elaborate than the usual household’s—and shake out a few different pills.  Antibiotics.  Pain pills.  You hand them to him too, urge him to take them.

Then you set to work on him.  You ease him out of his suit, out of his underclothes until he’s sitting in your kitchen in just his boxers.  Then you’re stitching him up, daubing at his injuries with antibiotic ointment.  Each new burn, each new cut makes you suck in a mouthful of air through your teeth, hissing with sympathy at the pain.

Adrian hurts all over, but a strange feeling creeps over him as you tend to his wounds.  Each pass of the antiseptic-soaked cotton over his skin, each prickle of the needle stitching him.  Each gentle press of your fingers as you feel along his body for broken bones or internal injuries….he is hurt, but your touch makes him feel weird.  Loose and relaxed.  Warm.

It must be the drugs, he thinks, but then a voice in the back of his head chides him, says you know it’s not the pain pills.  You know it’s her.

He sighs, and he leans forward in the chair to press his forehead against your side.  You freeze at the touch, then you move after a moment.  You lay a gentle hand on the crown of his head, and you sigh too.

He wants to say he’s sorry.  He wants to say that deep down, he just a scared boy playing at this cape shit.  He wants to say that he was often lonely before Peacemaker was released from prison, and that he’s terrified Project Butterfly will end and he’ll be left alone again.  He wants to say that he doesn’t need a handler but that he likes having you around, likes to pretend that it’s your choice and not your job.

He doesn’t say anything.  Adrian isn’t good with words or feelings, and he never seems to say the right thing.  He just sighs again and turns his face into the softness of your belly.

And maybe you want to say things too:  that you don’t hate him, that your frustration is borne from a burgeoning affection for him.  That you worry yourself sick that you’ll fail him and lose him.  That you’ve lost people you love before and how that loss has made you a closed-off person.

But you don’t say anything either.  You aren’t great with words or feelings either, and you usually choose silence instead of chancing people seeing your heart.  

So you just sigh again too, and you keep your hand on the top of his head, but you wind your other arm around his shoulders and just hold him.

[multifandomfanficss]

Stuck With You

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: When the team sticks their newest member with Vigilante, everyone feels bad for you, but you’re grateful to have him around when you run into something from your past and lose your cool.

Warnings: panic attacks, human experimentation, referenced child abuse

A/N: I found a couple lines of dialogue in my drafts that I never did anything with and I had the writing bug today so I decided to finally make something with it! I’ll crosspost it on my AO3 adriansglasses as well. Hope you enjoy!

“(L/N), you’re with Vigilante.” Harcourt says, at the beginning of the meeting.

“You’re really gonna stick the newest person with that psycho?” John asks.

“You don’t need to be mean to Adrian just because he’s not here.” Leota starts.

“I would say it to his face too. He’d probably just laugh and call me his 4th best friend.” John retorts.

You hadn’t been with the team for long. This was your first mission with them. After a mission gone too out of control, Waller sent you to the middle of nowhere Evergreen, Washington. You thought she’d sent you here because the environment would be less hectic, but the longer you’re there, the more you realize she probably sent you here because everyone on this team is either highly traumatized or in need of more experience. She was trying to put the training wheels back on. From what you’d been told by the team’s top conspiracy theorist, Christopher Smith, this team was originally supposed to be an expendable scapegoat, but they ended up saving the world. You had no idea what to believe at this point.

“What’s up with Vigilante?” You ask, wondering why this was all such a hot topic. You hadn’t known him for long. He seemed a little odd, but overall fine. If you were being honest you actually kind of liked him. He was sweet and funny, often without trying. There was this comforting air about him and you didn’t really know why. He was a good fighter and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was at least a little bit cute.

“He’s a little…” Chris started moving his finger in a circular motion, trying to insinuate that Adrian was crazy.

“He can’t be that bad.” You smile.

Suddenly Adrian comes running into the old video store tripping over one of his shin guards that wasn’t on properly. He sits down and fastens it.

“Sorry I’m late, guys. They kept me late at the restaurant and then when I was trying to put on my suit in the car I accidentally ran a red light and usually I would kill somebody for that, but I mean I think the more important thing is that I didn’t run over the old lady crossing the street! She was totally fine and I know she’s alive because she screamed at me…I’ve never seen an old lady use to many swear words. It was kind of awesome! Anyway what did I miss?”

“You put on your suit while driving?” Leota asks.

“Yup.” He gives a straight face nod. Adrian often had a way about him, as if what he was thinking should be obvious to other people, when in fact, it was not obvious to most people most of the time.

“You amaze me.” Harcourt says, sarcastically.

“Thank you.” Adrian smiles, not catching her sarcasm.

She rolls her eyes, sighing.

———————————————————————

Later on that night you and Adrian found yourselves walking through a series of tunnels.

“John, I think we might be lost.” You spoke into your coms, hoping he can help you from the van.

“I can’t even hear you in my earpiece and I’m right next to you. I think we lost the signal.” Adrian walks in silence for a few seconds before adding, “I’m sorry you got stuck with me.” He looks at the ground, sad.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know they stuck you with me. Nobody ever really chooses to be my partner.” He lightly kicks a rock, pretending not to be bothered.

“They did pair us up, but that doesn’t mean I was disappointed.” You smile.

“Really? Why would you want me?”

“Well first of all, you’re a great fighter. You were also the first person to attempt to be my friend. I’d trust you in the field over anyone.”

“Really?” You can hear the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah.” You let out a soft giggle. “Why are you so surprised that I like you?”

“Usually everyone just tells me to shut up or fuck off.”

“Well I’m not everyone.” You nudge him playfully as you walk.

Soon you come upon a door. It’s a little rusted, but Adrian shoots the lock off and you’re able to break in.

“What is this place?” He asks.

As soon as you walk inside you see the tubes, the files, the devices, the tables, the symbols. You know exactly what this is. This is an old facility for the for the group that made you leave your old job, the mission that ruined your life. You see files on the table, files no doubt full of details on the children they were experimenting on. The group would take orphaned children or children who were abandoned and unwanted, kids who had no one to protect them, and they would experiment on them. They were human trials to try to find new ways of making superheroes. This must have been one of their old abandoned facilities. Despite the lab being inactive, just the sight of it was still enough to send you into a spiral.

Your heart starts beating rapidly as you grow dizzy. You look down at your shaking hands. You’re starting to lose control of your breathing.

“I- I can’t-“ You walk backwards out of the room, starting to hyperventilate.

“Woah. Hey, what’s going on? Are you having a panic attack?” Adrian slowly puts his hands out towards you. He’s a little unsure of what to do.

“I’ve seen this before!” Your entire world is spinning as your start to cry. You can’t stop thinking about the awful things you saw when you snuck into their active facility earlier this year. Those poor children. Part of you was starting to wonder if Waller put you on this team for a reason. You should have known better than to think she was giving you a break. Waller always had some sort of fucked up motive that only worked for herself hidden up her sleeve. “I can’t fucking breathe!” You sob, sucking in air.

“Tender nice touching.” Adrian slowly approached you, patting your shoulder. You needed pressure on your body. You felt like you were slipping away from earth and you needed to be held down.

“Can I have a hug?” You asked, quietly.

“You want a hug?” He asked, his voice just as quiet. He was speaking softly to not startle you further.

“Yeah…”

“I think I can do that.“ He smiles, slowly bringing you into his arms. A little loose at first, he tightened the hug as you melted into him.

“I’m sorry- I- I just…I know what the did here and- and-“ Adrian shushes you as you begin to stutter, your mind moving much faster than your mouth is able to.

“You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Just breathe with me. Don’t focus on anything else, but your breathing okay? Can you feel me breathing?” He rubs your back as you cry into his arms. You nod. “Okay, good. Just…just follow that.” He sighs and then focuses on making his own breathing something you can follow.

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to know what people on the team want because I know Chris doesn’t wanna look weak and Harcourt would kill me if I touched her, so I try to be careful. I just don’t wanna upset you guys more, but if you want me hold you I can keep doing that. Just let me know what you need and I’ll do it.” He says, softly.

“Can you just keep talking?” You ask. The sound of his voice is soothing and grounding.

“You want me to keep talking?” He smiles. “You’re in luck. I’m actually really good at talking. So good, in fact, that people are constantly asking me to shut up. So uh… What can I talk about? Oh! I know. So I have this friend at work. His name is Taylor. Well, he says we’re not friends, but he texts me all time time asking me to help cover his shifts and I would only trust a friend enough to ask them for that, so I think we’re friends. Anyway, so Taylor walked in this morning and…”

The longer Adrian rambles on the better you feel. The pressure of his body on yours and his voice slowly bring you back to earth. Eventually you find yourselves walking back through the tunnels, hand in hand, retracing your steps as he guides you back to the van to regroup. He keeps you distracted with silly stories the entire walk back.

You don’t know what the rest of your team was talking about. Adrian was the best partner you could have had.

[bloombubs]

Hi, I saw your requests are open. If it's no trouble maybe reader pampering Adrian on an off day? My babyboy, murder-wife doesn't get enough TLC in my opinion. He just needs to be taken care of! Let him lie in your lap while you play with his curls. Do a face mask with him! (Baby likes to be included in your routine). I'll take anything! 💕

thank you so much for requesting <3 this was adorable. heres to taking care of our murder-wife

Adrian trudged through the corridors of HQ, his mind consumed by thoughts of you barely twenty-eight seconds after stepping inside. This level of distraction was unusual even for him – all he could dream about was laying in bed with you, feeling the gentle touch of your hands, the warmth of your breath, the sweet whispers that filled the room with intimacy. The allure of violence, which usually stirred his adrenaline, held no appeal in this moment.

Normally, Adrian relished the rush of holding a gun, of knowing he was making a tangible impact in his own enigmatic way. But today, even that sense of purpose felt distant. Adrian would never hint to anyone in the 11th Street kids that he felt fatigued or sore – no, he was in peak condition with utmost endurance and he could withstand these difficult conditions – but his muscles ached.

The physical toll of the day weighed heavily on him. Each blow, each impact, seemed to reverberate through his body, despite the protective gear he wore. The memory of being thrown to the ground, his helmet barely cushioning the impact as his vulnerability showed, lingered like a haunting echo. In those moments, all he desired was to be with you, in your comfort, at home.

When you heard your boyfriend's footsteps approaching the door of your shared apartment, you weren't taken aback by the familiar feeling of his arms encircling your waist, showering you with a flurry of kisses along your cheek, trailing down to your jaw and neck. The absence of his usual animated chatter caught you off guard. There were no excited recounts of his day, no boasts about his marksmanship or humorous anecdotes from his time with Chris, which he often shared eagerly, expecting your laughter to follow suit.

Turning in his arms, you met his gaze, noticing the lack of sparkle in his eyes. Without a word, you reached up to cup his face, the silence between you speaking volumes. “Let's go get ready for bed, yeah?" you suggested softly, a smile tugging at your lips. Pausing, you added, "I haven't done my night routine yet. Would you like to join me?”

“Yes, please,” he murmured, his head tilting into your touch as he closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of your hands.

In no time, you found yourselves standing beneath the hot spray of the shower, steam filling the room. Typically, Adrian would take the lead, but this time, you seized the initiative. Your fingers worked through his wet hair, eliciting soft moans of content from him as his tense shoulders relaxed.

Adrian had always taken care of you, but now it was your turn. As you massaged his tense muscles, you noticed the bruises marring his freckled skin. His body responded to your touch, goosebumps rising as he reveled in your tenderness. It was moments like these that reminded him he was loved, deeply and unconditionally, by you.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Adrian watched you with a mixture of admiration and adoration as you went through your night routine. His hazel eyes followed your every movement, a soft smile gracing his lips when you turned to face him.

His eyes brightened when he realized you were about to apply his favorite lotion, the familiarity of the scent comforting him. “This smell reminds me of you,” he mumbled, his gaze lingering on your face before trailing down to where droplets of water cascaded down your skin. The muscles loosened when he felt you massage his muscles once more, his head tilting back in pleasure. “Everything reminds me of you,” he added, his words laced with sincerity.

Your cheeks flushed at his sweet words, a warmth spreading through you as his ability to make you feel cherished never failed to melt your heart. Even in his fatigue, he knew just how to make you feel special.

As you turned your attention to his hair, applying a small amount of styling product with gentle fingers, you couldn't help but admire the way his features softened in repose. His hazel eyes, almost puppy-like in their adoration, gazed up at you, his hands resting lightly on your waist as you worked your magic. He pinched the fabric of the towel, rolling it between his fingers with a contented sigh.

Leaning down, you pressed a tender kiss to the top of his forehead, a silent gesture of reassurance and affection. “Go lay in bed while I get the rest of the things,” you suggested softly, cupping his chin and caressing the stubble on his cheeks. Without any hesitation, he nodded in agreement, rising from the chair and pressing a grateful kiss to your cheek before squeezing your waist one last time, his touch lingering as he made his way over to the shared bed.

As he settled onto the mattress, you couldn't help but notice the tension that still lingered in his body. With a gentle touch, you offered him an iced water and some inflammation medicine, silently acknowledging the toll the day had taken on him.

Carefully, you crawled on top of Adrian, settling in his lap as you tore open a facial mask sheet. His eyes were trained on you, his gaze filled with a mixture of appreciation and affection. “This helps with rejuvenation,” you explained softly, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. His hands squeezed your thighs, not wanting to let you go, not wanting to ever forget the sound of your voice or the way you look at him. This was all he wanted for the next few weeks of his life--he's sure of it.

“Is that what I need?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“I think you need sleep,” you replied, shaking your head with a soft chuckle as you applied the mask. “But in twenty minutes, that’s when we take this off,” you added, your voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

As you both settled into bed, Adrian leaned against you, his body relaxing into the comfort of your presence. With each gentle stroke of your fingers through his hair, you could feel the tension melting away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.

“Tomorrow I can make you a nice breakfast,” you offered, a soft smile playing on your lips as you sought to convey your love and care for him.

“God, I’m so thankful for you,” he groaned. “And so in love with you.” His words washed over you like a warm embrace, filling you with a sense of contentment and love. In this moment, surrounded by each other's affection, Adrian knew there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

[gothgleek]

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Something I Love More

Adrian Chase x Reader

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

Warnings: A bit angsty, fluff at the end

Word Count: 5658

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ma’am, I-I can explain—”

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And option three?” you ask hesitantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what will it be?”

“I’ve decided to quit.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m quitting,” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“What are you talking about?”

“This is a joke, right?”

“What the fuck?”

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

“A bit?!” Adebayo exclaims.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know you’re upset—”

“Upset?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am quite tempting—”

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

“Okay, love you, bye!”

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

†††

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” he asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing,” they both say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

†††

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What does that mean?”

“It’s complicated.”

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

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

“What could you possibly love more?”

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

“What?” he asks in a small voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? No no, she can’t—”

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

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

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

“Okay—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, Adrian you love your job.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

“It’s worth a try.”

“What if we get caught?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lysenfeu]

I feel like Adrian is meticulously organized but in a confusing way for others. Like, all his weapons are sorted and put away neatly but he catalogs them by total kills per piece so it makes no sense to Chris. He'll spend a whole day sorting case files but in order of which file folder color he likes best and Emilia stopped asking about it. He puts cutlery in his cupboards so they can "be friends" with their respective dishes. It looks insane and random to everyone else but there's always an actual logical reason behind it, it's just Adrian-logic.

[tiannasfanfic]

Closer: Part 2

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Smut)

Summary: While wrapping up a successful mission, you end up getting exposed to a mysterious, powdery substance that starts to make you feel...very strange. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only

Author Notes: Happy Smut Saturday! 💜🖤

CW: Afab Reader. It's a sex pollen fic, so possible dubious consent even though I address that in this chapter too. This is a full smut chapter, so it features kissing, groping, vaginal fingering, sex (p in v) and lot's of horny fun. Birth control is sorta mentioned in this one since it's not an established relationship.

Word Count: 3,497

Adrian stared at the silent phone for a few seconds before sitting it on the table. He hesitated, then he took off his glasses, folded them, and sat them on the table as well before turning towards you. It seemed like he was nervous now, but so were you. Despite the fact you wanted this man in you more than anything else, you suddenly had butterflies in your stomach.

“So…um,” he said and got up onto his knees on the floor next to the couch. “How do you normally…like things to start?”

Suddenly, your mind went blank. Sex? What’s that? It was like you forgot everything about it. You opened your mouth and all that came out was a little squeak. Finally, you managed a very tiny shrug.

Adrian chuckled a little, nervously running his fingers back through his hair several times.

“Okay. Uh…o-okay.”

He looked at you for a moment then slowly leaned down, one of his hands coming to softly cup the side of your face as his lips lowered to yours.

Whatever freak out the sex pollen caused with your body briefly settled down at the feeling of another person’s lips on yours. It was a small reprieve, but it allowed you to focus on, and enjoy, this moment. You eagerly returned his kiss, your hands moving up his body, one stopping to rest on the hard muscle of his upper chest, the other circling around to softly grip the back of his neck. Adrian shivered under your hands a little as his tongue probed at your lips. As your mouth opened slightly to let him in, you felt his free hand slide under the hem of your shirt to rest at the side of your stomach. Once again, the feeling of his bare skin on yours made you moan, but this time you weren’t bashful about it. Your head tilted back at the sensation, your lips parting from his as the sound rose out of your throat.

“Fuck,” Adrian mumbled softly before leaning in further, his lips on yours again.

The kiss got deeper, and Adrian’s hand slid further up your shirt. It was a slow, deliberate movement, like he expected you to understand what was happening at any second and tell him to stop. But stopping was the furthest thing from your mind. His fingers felt like they were leaving a trail of sparks along your skin. Soon, his hand was on your breast, squeezing firmly. You moaned softly into his mouth, your grip on the back of his neck tightening. Then Adrian’s thumb rubbed over your nipple.

The reprieve was over. The heat between your legs cranked back up and you gasped, your back arching up towards his hand. You gripped a handful of his Fennel Fields uniform and started trying to drag him off the floor and on top of you.

It was a few awkward seconds of shuffling limbs as you didn’t want to let him go or break the kiss. Adrian didn’t seem to want to either, his tongue quite firmly in your mouth as he moved his hand away from your face to grab the arm of the couch just above your head. Holding onto it, he hauled himself up onto you, his lips never leaving yours. Soon, Adrian had arranged himself on his knees between your legs. You brought your legs up high over his waist and didn’t realize you had started grinding yourself against him until he groaned into your mouth.

Without warning, Adrian snapped his hips forward in a hard thrust against you. You were very surprised to feel how hard he was already. Through the loose clothing you both wore; you could easily feel his length rubbing along your entrance. You moaned, arching your hips up. Even with as good as this felt, it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Please,” you gasped as you broke the kiss.

Adrian started to pull back from you, but your legs tightened around him, you held onto the back of his neck and front of his shirt, keeping him there.

“What do you need me to do?” he said softly, looking into your eyes.

“Anything,” you panted, arching your hips against him. “Just…I need you…”

His lips crashed into yours, kissing you hard as the hand that was on your breast slid down to start pulling at your shorts. After struggling unsuccessfully with them for a few seconds, Adrian pulled back from you so he could grab the waistband with both hands. You lifted your hips for him, then shifted your legs as he pulled them off. After tossing them aside, his hands slid up your legs along the sides of your thighs, with one hand trailing up to rest on your hip, the other sliding between your legs. Soon, you felt his fingers along your slit, and you gasped as he began teasing one into you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Adrian softly said, circling his finger just inside your entrance. “You’re so fucking wet…”

Suddenly, he sank his finger all the way into you. You cried out, hips lifting up off the couch. It wasn’t long before he added a second. The pollen had your body completely receptive to anything. Your hips rocked up to meet his hand as he started to fuck you with his fingers at a steady pace.

“Fuck, you’ve been like this for two days?” he asked, an incredulous tone in his voice.

You nodded wildly in confirmation, your eyes squeezing shut. Your hands were gripping onto the couch above your head. His hand that was resting on your hip was now holding them down to keep you still. As he drove his fingers deep into you, he curved them up, and hit a spot that sent you reeling. You came quick, and hard, around his fingers.

“Shit,” you heard Adrian whisper, sounding awestruck.

His fingers kept working into you, not stopping, or slowing, keeping you at the crest of your high for as long as possible before it faded. But as it did fade, the ache returned. As amazing as that was, it still wasn’t enough.

“A-Adrian,” you gasped, his grip on you tightening as you squirmed. “P-please…I-I need…f-fuck me…”

Quite suddenly, his hands completely left you, leaving you empty, untouched, and the ache rose to unbearable levels. You whimpered in pain, clenching your teeth as you clutched onto the couch. Adrian made soft shushing sounds as you heard the distinctive jangle of his belt being opened.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he quickly said, shifting from one knee to the other to get his pants and boxers down. “I’ve got you, baby. It’s okay.”

Right as he said that last “okay” he was laying on you again. Then his mouth on yours, kissing you, and you felt the head of his cock probing at your entrance. In one smooth motion, Adrian slid his full length into you. You cried out against his lips, hips arching up against him, and he groaned deeply.

The relief you felt was instantaneous. That ache faded away to nothing, pain turned to pleasure, and all that remained was how fantastic his cock felt inside you.

Adrian slid a hand under you to grip your ass, as he started thrusting into you slowly, gradually building to an even, steady pace. Pulling your leg up higher, he slid his cock deeper with each thrust into you. Your fingers slid up from his neck to the back of his head, griping into his hair like you were trying to pull him closer. He slid his arm behind your shoulders, squeezing your body against his. You didn’t know if it was the pollen or if was always this intense with Adrian during sex, but you didn’t really care. It wasn’t long before you were cumming again.

You threw your head back, crying out as you tightened around his cock. Adrian grunted, but didn’t stop, his lips moving down your neck. When you were cresting your high, you felt his teeth graze over the side of your neck, felt them start pressing into your skin. You felt him suck in his breath through his mouth, start to bear down with his teeth a little harder…and then hesitated. Hesitated everything, in fact, including the thrusting. He just completely froze. You whimpered, thrusting your hips up towards him and that broke whatever trance Adrian was in. He resumed fucking you, his lips brushing down your neck to your collar bone.

“You feel so good,” you whispered between gasps.

“Yeah?” Adrian grunted, his lips brushing upward now over the front of your throat.

“Yeah.”

Then he was kissing you again, his cock plunging into you deeply, and he was picking up speed.

Suddenly, Adrian squeezed your ass hard, and he ripped his mouth away from yours.

“I-I’m close,” he panted, and you briefly opened your eyes to gaze up at him. “W-Where do I cum?”

Looking into Adrian’s eyes, you almost found yourself too overwhelmed to speak. When you opened your mouth, either a moan or squeak came out, but no words. He slowed down his pace a little. It was enough to let you answer. Somewhat.

“Me,” you gasped, as you clutched at his back, his shirt balling up under your hand.

You hoped Adrian understood that you meant you were on birth control.

He did.

It only took a few thrusts before he was shooting his load deep inside you. Adrian moaned, gripping onto your hip hard enough to make you gasp. You knew you would be bruised, but you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about was how those last few thrusts were making you cum again. It wasn’t a big one, more of an aftershock of that last orgasm, but it was enough to make you throw your head back again as you cried out, and Adrian buried his face in your neck. You both gradually became still.

After a moment, the hand Adrian had on your ass moved up so he could wrap his arm around your waist. You held each other close, both of you breathing heavily. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest, just like yours was. Eventually, he raised his head slightly, kissing your cheek then your lips. Your lips were eager for his, and he moaned softly as you slid your tongue into his mouth.

His hips twitched between your thighs, and you felt his cock start to stiffen right before he finally slid out of you. You whimpered, softly running the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip, making him grunt and start grinding the length of his cock along your slit.

Fuck, was he always like this? Always ready again in just a few minutes? Or could the sex pollen be affecting him now? He’d kissed you, swapped bodily fluids with you. Was he infected now too?

The thought had barely flickered through your mind before you decided it didn’t matter. You would be going at it until you were better, so if he did get infected, he’d get fixed in the process, too. While you’d love to have him give you a demonstration of his skills once you were recovered that way you could compare experiences, you doubted that would happen. Better enjoy it now while you could since your body was clearly not done with him yet.

The ache began to grow inside you again, your body feeling warm from the inside out. A whimper escaped from your throat as you felt everything start to build just like before. You arched your pussy up against his cock with a thrust of your hips, like you were trying to get him back inside you. While it wasn’t as intense as before, it wasn’t by much.

Adrian grunted, moving his hips to grind against you. You moaned, moving your hips in time with his. He moved his arm from under your neck slightly so he could raise up on one elbow and look at you.

“Not any better?” he asked, still sounding breathless.

“O-only a little,” you whimpered. “It’s coming back.”

“I guess I’ll just need to keep fucking you then, fuck that pollen right out of you,” he said before kissing you, thrusting himself hard against you.

You nodded frantically as you kissed him, moaning into his mouth. This was not an experience you wanted to stop anytime soon. But then you pulled back slightly.

“C-Can we move this to the bedroom?” you whispered against his lips, looking up into his eyes.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he grunted before starting to kiss you again.

He seemed to forget that he actually had to stop kissing you in order to move to the bedroom. Then he seemed to forget that his pants and boxers were already around his ankles when he did try to get up. They nearly tripped him, which would have caused him to fall backwards over the end table. You quickly sat up and grabbed two handfuls of his shirt to pull him back down on the couch so he wouldn’t fall.

Now that he was back next to you though, he forgot all about the bedroom. Adrian started trying to pull you over onto his lap, his mouth already back on yours. You started working at the buttons on his shirt and you broke your lips away from his for a second.

“Clothes off,” you panted.

You got no argument from him, and he kept trying to kiss you as he attempted get undressed. But then he got frustrated when it wasn’t working and pushed you away as you were undoing the last button on his shirt, causing the thread to snap loose.

“Strip,” he ordered as he started pulling off his shoes.

You gave him no argument either. You’d heard him use that tone many times while under the Vigilante mask. It made a fresh jolt of heat shoot through you to have it directed at you like that. You started pulling your shirt off, but with how flustered as you were, and how much you were still shaking, that was more difficult than it should have been. You ended up getting twisted up in it and got it stuck half over your head. Luckily, it didn’t take Adrian long to get undressed. You felt him stand up and, a second later, he pulled your shirt off the rest of the way.

With that out of the way, you barely got to take in the glorious sight of the naked man in front of you before he was pulling you to your feet. Your legs had other ideas though. Still weak from the effects of the pollen and shaking from the pounding you had just taken, your knees buckled. Adrian caught you, then swept you up into his arms to carry you to the bedroom.

Unbeknownst to you, Adrian was feeling extremely conflicted about all of this.

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t having fun. Far from it. This was the greatest night of his life as far as he was concerned. But it was bittersweet.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

Adrian had given up on the idea of you being with him. He had attempted to flirt in the early days after your transfer to the team and didn’t get anywhere. He thought he had been pretty suave, but you didn’t even seem to notice. Then, a few weeks later, it seemed like you were flirting with him, but he worried that hope might be making him read too much into things. So, he took the wait and see approach. When you didn’t attempt to take it any further, he assumed he misread the situation.

Ever since then, Adrian tried to keep some distance with you. He had done his best to fight down the lump he got in his throat whenever he saw you. He did his best not to stare when you weren’t looking. And he had tried to keep away from you on missions, so he wasn’t always right there next to you. He felt like he had done an excellent job with this.

But then, a few weeks back, Leota started asking him weird questions, like what he thought about you. Chris overheard and joined in. He assured them you were his friend, absolutely nothing more. Then they distracted him, took him to Chris’ trailer and got him drunk. When they started asking more questions about you then, the truth finally came out.

Adrian was absolutely smitten with you.

Ever since then, they both had encouraged him to try his luck, to ask you out. Leota told him he might be surprised by your response. He came close a couple of times, but convinced himself your answer would be no. Then things would be awkward, and he didn’t want to lose your friendship. That would hurt far worse than the romantic rejection. So, he shoved his feelings away.

Then one weekend, Chris tried to hurry things along. After arguing with Adrian for over an hour about why he hadn’t asked you out yet, Chris finally got fed up. He called you and invited you over to have a threesome with him and Adrian. Adrian had been absolutely horrified. His logic was, if you said yes, Adrian would either be forced to admit his feelings or fucking you would get you out of his system. While he definitely wouldn’t have backed out had you said yes, he was thankful when you said no. That wasn’t how he wanted it to go either.

How did he want things to go?

Well, that he really didn’t know. Just not sharing you with his best friend or you drugged into having sex with him. The latter was what he felt like was happening right now.

Adrian was carrying you down the hall when those dark thoughts started to creep in. Then, as if trying to chase them away, your hand came up to his cheek, gently turned his face to you and you kissed him deeply. Adrian nearly stumbled you both right into the wall.

It didn’t really matter why you wanted him right now, did it? And regardless of anything else, this was the only way to help you and he certainly wouldn’t trust anyone else with your care right now.

No, it didn’t matter, Adrian decided as he reached your bedroom.

You were at least his for tonight and that would have to be enough.

He laid you on your bed and quickly followed after. As he got into position between your thighs, he swept up one of your legs to rest it over his shoulder. Adrian guided the head of his cock back to your entrance, already fully hard again, then slid into you. Your eyes closed and your back arched, while your hands clutched at the pillows behind your head. He bit his lip hard, forcing his own eyes to stay open, watching everything you did as he slowly started working himself in and out of you.

If this was the only time he got with you, he was going memorize everything. The way you looked. The way you sounded. The way you felt.

It wasn’t long before Adrian’s slow, deep thrusts had you clenching around his cock. He wrapped his arm around your thigh, holding your leg tightly against his chest as he kept the pace steady. He didn’t know if it was the sex pollen making it so easy to get you off, but he doubted he’d get the chance when you weren’t on it anymore to compare.

He bit his lip harder, drawing a little blood as he tried to stay quiet so he could listen to you. He had noticed the first time he made you cum the way your moans became higher pitched the closer you got. You telegraphed exactly what was happening, when it was happening. It was hot as hell.

“Fuck!” you suddenly screamed, back arching on the bed as your pussy clamped down around him.

Adrian couldn’t help but groan then, his fingers gripping into you, not changing his pace, but resisting the desire to go faster. He didn’t want to cum so quick this time. He wanted to go a bit slower if you’d let him, take his time, and really try to make this an enjoyable experience for you.

But then you threw your head back, screaming out his name, and your hands came down from the pillows to grab onto him anywhere you could. You ended up grabbing the back of his thigh with one hand and the other hand gripped onto his bicep. You weren’t trying to push him away, he noticed that immediately. Between that and your heel digging into his ass, it was like you were trying to keep him there.

Oh, fuck it, Adrian thought as he started slamming his cock into you as hard as he could, making you gasp and squeak. I’ll get hard again.