#adrian chase x gn!reader

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Pink Petals in Blood Vessels

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Adrian Chase // gn!reader 

Warnings ; mentions of injuries, descriptions of smut (explicit blowjobs and handjobs). 

Sipnosis ;  According to Adrian, kissing is cheating the body to allow your mind to dive into a sea of clear pinkish honey full of foam and flowers.

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The first time they saw you, you were picking him up from work. It was late at night, last shift of the week, you invited him over and he gladly accepted.

You two had been seeing each other for a few months now, hanging out at his place or yours, watching movies, going for coffee or dinner, walking or partying together, occasionally. He was sweet and spoke a lot, really strong and somehow cute at the same time. He was quite lovely.

It had taken him a bit to adjust to you but once he told you his name he settled into your life and had no plan to get out.

You had saved his life, or at least you liked thinking you did. Found him in a mask, sitting on an alleyway close to your apartment as he bled out his upper back. You took him because you knew none else would, you knew him, from the news. You knew a hospital would be worse. You took it as a sign.

He became brutally obsessed with you. He stalked you, found out where you worked, where you were studying, your routines and usual places. He appeared at your window sometimes, with some minor injuries, and told you he was doing you a favour by letting you take care of his wounds, saying it was the best way to practice for med school. He always came in excited to show you a new wound "You've never done this one before!" he said every time he got a new type of injury. 

"You need to stop getting hurt on purpose" you put ice on his leg after repeating to him that no, it wasn't broken and no, you were not going to practice on his leg for your cast-making exam because it would just be worse. "It's getting ridiculous"

He scoffed "I don't do it on purpose,"

"You mean to tell me you are just that bad at crime fighting?" You got up, leaving him and his bruised thigh sitting on your couch.

"What? No! No, I'm really good!" He sounded almost childish, like really trying to convince you and you smiled, taking two beers from your fridge, opening them on your counter as he spoke "I'm the best hero in town! Well—now that my best friend is out of prison, I'm the second but I've been the best for like four years! That's like, really impressive"

You handed him his beer, always gave him one even though you knew he never drank it, an excuse to hold him around, "Sure," you leaned on the bookshelf next to your tv, right in front of him "I just," you played with your beer in your hands "really like you, you know? I don't want you going around getting your shit beaten"

He stared at you "You like me?" You sipped your drink and smiled.

"Of course I do," you slowly made your way to him, leaving the can on the small wooden table and kneeling in between it and the couch, looking up to him from the floor "I care about you"

"Oh," he was so hard to read when he felt silent, no facial expressions to give him away "what are you doing?" you had a hand on each of his knees, taking the space between his legs but not really, far enough to not be directly in between them.

"I want to check on your leg, if it really hurts that much" you pressed a hand under his right thigh and got the ice off, putting it on the table. He tensed all over and inhaled sharply, your head darted up "If you don't mind," you looked up at him, not depriving him from your touch. He nodded.

"No, no it's okay," you smiled down at him, pulling his leg up and touching, digging down to his knee.

"Does that hurt?" he shook his head and you went on, leaning in and going up, pressing your palm down and softly rubbing your fingers, he hissed when you touched his inner thigh and you pulled away "there?" he nodded "well, that means you didn't sprain it, probably just a nasty bruise but that's it"

"What if I have internal bleeding?" His words stopped you from standing back up. You raised your brows at him and grinned.

"I can assure you, you do not have internal bleeding" still you didn't stand up, just looked up at him.

He took a beat "I could,"

You eyed him and pressed your lips together. "Do you feel weak? or numb? Like, could you fight right now?" you spoke slowly, one hand on each of his knees again.

"Never! I never ever feel weak, I'm ready, always!" he didn't move either.

You smiled "Then you definitely don't have internal bleeding," he looked down and sighed, comically, with a hint melancholy "what is it?"

"No, what? Nothing" you tried to read him, looking at his entire body, not only his covered face.

"If you want to stay just say that," he shook his head "then what?" he wasn't looking at you when he reached for your hands. He brushed his fingertips against the back of them, lightly grabbing them as you watched amused. He pulled them to him, hesitantly, and let them rest at the end of his waist, then held them there. "Oh…" you pressed your thumbs against the soft part of the suit above his belt, looking at your hands, then at him. You took his waist in your hands, pinning him down, then you stood a bit, still on your knees. You went further down, feeling him breathe heavily. You looked up at him when your hands landed at the bottom of his hips, palm against his thighs, thumb rubbing in between his legs. "Is that what you want?" you couldn't help the smile.

He nodded and murmured something that sounded like “touch”, he was not touching you, just staring into your eyes, still and warm. You slowly raised, unfastening the armour around his shoulders, tossing it to the side. You grabbed the mask on his neck and he pulled away with his entire body "Sorry," you mumbled "I'm not gonna take it off, I just wanna kiss your neck" then a small though started growing at the back of your mind and your stomach dropped a bit “unless you only want me to… You know,” you gestured down, vaguely “just that”

He shook his head “No, no—please,” he sounded impossibly soft, hands making their way to your waist, sinking down and pulling you with him. You smiled, gripping the mask and pulling it up with one hand, standing to sit back down on his lap, one leg on his right and the other between his legs, kissing his skin for the first time. The mask stayed on, as your other hand creeped through his suit, trying to find a zipper or buttons. "It's a two piece," Vigilante sounded like he was melting down, as if he was about to become one with your couch. He breathed deeply and slowly, moved carefully and he sounded yours. He made noises that came desperate out his throat, you were pressed against him, feeling him hard under you. You wanted to make it all wet, cover him in your kisses, show him some care.

"What 'd you say?" you barely raised your when you were done with the hickey on his clavicle.

"The suit," you kissed him again cause it was driving you insane, his little whines and the way his words came out half broken by them "it opens in the middle, there's—mg, there's a belt?"

The thought came back "Oh," that maybe he was just using you to get off "okay" that you had to be just that, quick.

"No that I don't love this, I do, it's just," he breathed in "just so you know,"

You put your hands down on his little utility belt, unfastening it "No, yeah, I know," you weren't looking at him. "I've taken the top part off a thousand times," to patch him up.

"Yeah, right" he said, some of that sweet tone missed.

You sank to the floor once again, knees against the coldness of it. You touched his stomach, pressing a hand and slowly going down, fingertips against the harsh fabric. Your hands met in the middle, one pressed against the inside of his thigh and the other one unzipping his pants. His breathing fastened when you started pulling down his pants.

Once they were off, forgotten next to your knees, you kissed up, what was visible of his stomach. You felt it rise and sink again under your mouth, he put a hand on your head, not quite touching you but keeping you there, and you spread his legs more with one hand and gripped at him with the other. He groaned with his throat and rested his head on the back of the couch, "Oh, fuck, fuck shit—" you kept your mouth on his stomach, small kisses as you stroked him, slowly and deeply. "okay do that, that's really—yeah, fuck," you looked up at him, going a bit faster, with your other hand still opening him as much as he allowed his legs to be.

He looked at you and you wished you could see his face, just to know if he was liking it. It was all you wanted, didn't quite matter if he was just using you to get off, him feeling good, whining and trembling under your touch, was all you wanted.

"God, you are beautiful" his words came out fast and in between shaky breaths but they made your eyes widen. He gripped at your hair and you took it as a sign, burying your head slowly in between his legs. "Mnh… Oh, fu—ck…" he relaxed and you closed your eyes, filling your mouth with his soft taste. His hand guided you, pulling your head down as his hips gave unsteady rolls and his grip tightened.

You pressed with your tongue and he said something that got drowned by a small whine, his other hand over yours on his leg. You rubbed his thigh when you felt him tense again as he hit your throat, hand pulling slightly at your hair and his sounds became shorter, way more constant. It was so obvious how he tried to hide them. You gave some quick thrusts and then slow ones, glancing up at him as you pulled almost all the way out, licking his head, trying to recover your breath before pulling him back in, making him tremble, going faster and deeper, grabbing under his thigh and holding it up, bent a little bit.

He was close to screaming now, murmuring how long he had wanted this in between lovely high sounds as he tried to catch his breath and small incoherent words. "Fuck! Fuck! s—motherfucker, god you feel so fucking…" he took your head with both his hands, his hips forcing him inside your throat, he squirmed and whined failing at behaving himself, "look at me, look at me please…" a sound made its way from the very bottom of his stomach and hit the roof of his throat as it flew out, moving his entire body with it as you pulled away.

"You okay?" you felt warm all over, sweaty on your face and somewhat out of breath. He nodded and let out cut-off moans, sounding like an absolute mess and you wished you could see his face once again.

He pulled you up by your face, one hand still gripping him, stroking slowly; you followed his lead "I like your face so much…" he swallowed "I want more… giveme more," you moved one knee to each side of his torso, sitting in between his legs, staring at him, face still trapped in his hands.

You pressed your thumb against his tip and smoothed down, palm wrapping the body of his dick as you worked on the head, your other hand on his thigh. "You like it like this?" he nodded, head falling down, staring at your hand, consecutive small wet moans matched your movements "you like me close like this, don't you?" he hummed in approval and his hands fell to your hips, under your shirt, fingertips burning into your skin "baby…" he whimpered at the name "you are so needy for a superhero"

He fumbled under your shirt, "off… take it off," you tightened your grip on him, going faster, "please, please… pl—ease" you allowed him to slip it off and he took his gloves off to touch you, pulling you closer, trapping his dick in between your stomach and his. You took him again, rubbing his tip with the skin on top of your belly button "ah… mnh, yes, please…"

You rolled your hips faster, getting all your torso wet with his precum, hand moving fast in between the two of you. His hands were strong on your back, they gripped and moved, squeezing your ribcage, then down as he let out desperate little sounds, grabbing at your pants, pulling your hips as he tried follow your ease, coming off sweetly painful to feel him bruise your skin as you saw him try to resist humping your stomach. You started to allow some sounds come off you, the feeling of his agonizing palms pressing your body being just enough.

"Faster, faster, harder," he kept murmuring "please, you are so fucking…" he couldn't finish, the feeling of your skin been too much and he muffed a scream. You were amazed you could do so much with just your hands and half his body dressed, you wondered what sounds would he make if you had him spread under you on your bed. A sweet feeling hit your stomach just thinking about it and you gave it even faster. "'m close… I'm so close, I'm gonna," you smiled, deepening your thrusts.

"Go on, beautiful, make a mess," he did. He whined and pressed you against him and used all his strength to arch his back and pull up his hips, getting your chest all wet, thrusting against you as the come slid down your stomach and hand. He was shaking all over, desperately pulling you down and brushing himself against your stomach, high sounds hit his throat and he couldn't breathe. When his still masked face fell to the crook of your neck his hands had relaxed but his hips were still giving unsteady small thrusts and his chest was heaving. You let him rest, slipping your hand to the side. "Breathe baby,"

"I like you," his voice was muffled against your skin, really weak and almost broken in the best way "I like you a lot, like, a lot lot, fucking…" he pressed what would have been a kiss against your shoulder if the mask had been off.

"I like you too,"

 Next time, he fucked you.

It was messy, not really planned. He had knocked on your window and it was a warm night; he was excited, something about a mission going really well, he had so much energy, talking fast and moving around as he told you all about it.

"Uhg, I'm so happy I could kiss you right now!" he took you by the shoulders and you stared up into his visor.

You blinked. "Well then?" you licked your lips fast and wished you could see his face once again.

He stood silent for a while "Oh, but I can't," he swallowed "I want to! but I can't," then his hands moved to your hips and he lifted you up, sitting you on your kitchen counter. "I can do other things," you had never heard his voice like that, it was low, filled with desire.

He was good with his hands, really good. Then he was good with his dick too, holding your thighs up around his torso, talking to you, about how good you were, how he liked it. He wasn't too harsh, it was almost sweet, as sweet as a counter-shag with no kisses could be. You finished before him and he left after making sure you were alright.

 "I want you to kiss me"

He had come over almost every night for a week. Sometimes with a small wound, other times with a few beers and a movie. You had fucked him on your bed and on your couch, you had hang out with him, showed him your lego collection and invited him to stay over for the night, though he never wanted to. You got home from work, took a nap, studied, ate something and waited for him, every day for a week. You wanted to wait and have dinner with him, make him something nice. You also wanted him to shower with you after or stay in bed for a while, maybe for him to hold you in his arms or fall asleep beside you. He never did, he came in, waited, got naked for a few hours and then left.

“What?” he asked incredulously with his hands under your shirt, skin to skin, only with his pants on, and his mask of course. Matrix was playing quietly on the screen in front of you but apart from it silence filled the room entirely. You were spread on your couch, one leg on his lap as he traced your body with his hands, he had started at your thighs and was going up, glancing at the movie every now and then when a sequence was really good.

“I want you to kiss me,” you repeated. You were not touching him, resting on your elbows with your head down and your stomach exposed. “I can't keep going like this”

He must have seen something on your face because he moved back just enough “What?” he sounded concerned, really concerned “am I doing something wrong?” You couldn't tell him that he was, you would have, but the way he got his hands off your shirt immediately felt so genuine and after his voice trembled you knew whatever you told him would hurt him “Cause if I am you have to tell me, doing things without consent it's a crime and it's disgusting and I don't want to—do that, to you” he waited for you to say something.

“It's not that,” you did not move, only bit your lip. He waited.

“Tell me” He moved away entirely. “Communication between two people that have sex it´s really important, I´ve read it” He sat back. “You said you wanted me to kiss you?”

“Yeah,” you started sitting too, your legs still resting on his lap.

“Why?” he tilted his head.

You swallowed. “It feels… impersonal,” he just kept looking at you "like, the first few times it was okay but now," it was stupid, you sounded stupid "it feels like you only come here to fuck me," you glanced at him "I know, it's idiotic, I thought I could be mature about it but I guess not,"

"No!" he said, "Absolutely not!" he almost sounded concerned again "That's a feeling you shared and that's really impressive, and helpful because, sex is about communication and like, learning stuff to make it fun because sex has to be fun," sex, its only sex, you thought with a small bitter feeling on your stomach; that's all that’s happening “And to be honest, I think it´s fair to say that you are fucking me and not the other way around,” you looked at him “I like getting fucked, I like the get fucked situation, I don’t want to stop”

“Yeah, no this is nice, I just,” you wanted to kiss him and stroke his hair and bake him breakfast. You didn't know what had gotten onto you, it was an odd feeling and you hated that you couldn't just do what he wanted.

“You want me,” he started “to kiss you”

“Pretty much,”

“But I can't do that, you know that,” he spoke almost childlike “for your own safety,”

He put a hand on your leg and you bit your lip, “What if I couldn't see you?” He tilted his head.

“Oh?” He looked at you for what felt like forever, thinking, then got closer again, slowly, and he took your hands. You let him guide them to the back of his head as you stared into his visor, focusing on what was visible of his eyes under the red. “Okay, take it off when I tell you, only when I tell you” You nodded and he let go of your hands taking his to your face. You took a grip of his mask and he pressed his palms against the side of your eyes, curling his fingers over your eyes, covering them. You couldn't help the smile. “Okay, now”

You pulled up and the mask came off. You felt him sigh as you left the mask in the space between you. Your fingertips traced his skin, he had a strong jawline and small lips. Soft hair was curled around his head and it smelled different than the rest of him. This touch was smooth, he felt like cotton candy.

He laughed a bit “You are tickling me,” his voice was kept low in volume, he sounded somehow different.

“You are beautiful,” you breathed out.

“What?” you felt his brows frown under your hands “are you cheating?”

“No, I can just feel it,” though you already knew he was beautiful even before putting your hands on him.

He hummed and you stroked his cheeks with your thumbs.

You dove into him, your nose pressed against his cheek and the all so sweet, sweet, touch of pink petals around your mouth. It was closed but somehow deep, he was warm in a way that made your ribcage feel too small. He breathed out, a few inches away from you now and you thought he was looking at you. “Wow…” It came out of him on a breath and he stared a bit longer before moving his hands. You pressed your eyes closed when his fingers left them to take a grip of your head, pulling you in, crashing into your lips again. He was almost furious this time but, still as deep and sweet as the first one. When his tongue met your lips you let it in, leaning more, getting closer. You opened your mouth to breathe and he let out a noise, wet with all of you all over him. He kissed you neck next and your eyes remained closed “I like this a lot,” he said against your throat.

“Told you so,” you smiled a bit and he raised up to kiss you, murmuring about liking the way your lips tasted and how good it was and more stuff you couldn't really make out due the incoherence of his words against your lips. It was long after that when he pulled away, his hands exploring the small of your back as you sat closer on the couch and buried your head on the crook of his neck. “ ´m not looking,” you said sleepily.

“I want to do this every day,” he spoke in a way that made him sound lost, like if he was feeling something he had never felt before “I want to do this tonight and tomorrow morning and every time we watch a movie and I want you to do this every time I come over, I want to hang out every day now, I want you to do that every time you see me I want—” he went under your shirt once again, hugging you with his hands skin to skin “fuck, I want, I wish I could live under your skin, I wanna live under your skin inside your chest and be all warm and I, I also want you to keep me like that all the time,”

You breathed a laugh. “I´m not that good of a kisser,” he pulled away fast and grabbed your shoulders and you almost saw his face before closing your eyes and darting your head to the side “Dude, give me a warning, I almost saw you,”

“Can we do this every day?” He had so much energy.

You reached for his face, tasting his jaw with your palm. “Yeah, I mean I wish but, I can't see you.”

“So that's a problem?” you thought about it.

“I guess, long term? Yeah, like, now it's okay but, I dunno, at some point, I don´t know,” you didn't want to think about it. It had been so nice kissing him, it had felt so fucking good, now you only wanted to listen to the end of the movie and fall asleep with him on your couch, think about the future later, live with him now.  

“If I let you see me, can we do that every day?” he tightened his grip on your arms.

“What? Kissing?”

“Yeah,” he sounded determined.

You did want to, you had always wanted to, have him every day, have him wake up in your apartment, have him beside you every day. “I guess so, if you want to”

“Open your eyes,” you felt his face closer to you now. You questioned him, slowly, as if you didn't understand “you can see me, open your eyes, come on,”

You did. He smiled when you did. It was a wide, beautiful, boyish smile. You stared at him, his green eyes, the lines on his cheeks. He had two brown freckles on his left cheekbone, one much bigger than the other. He was stunning, beautiful in a way that felt untrue. He apologized and murmured something when he looked away, to his utility belt. He took a pair of glasses from it and shoved them into his face.

“There I am, me,” his mouth moved as he spoke, his lips were kind of bruised in a pinkish shade, “my name is Adrian Chase, now you know me, and now that you know the secret identity of the second-best hero in Evergreen you are gonna be in so much danger so, as this is my fault, I will stay here some nights, if you don't mind, and I will protect you. You will do that thing that you do, the kissing I mean, as a sign of gratitude”

He was so fucking sweet. “Sure,” you said with your hands back at his face, kissing the side of his mouth a few times “that sounds lovely to me”

 So, the first time they saw you, he had been staying over for something close to two months. You had seen his apartment and you had kissed him there. You had taken him out for dinner and to movie reruns and he had driven you to the outskirts and you had kissed him as he sat on top of his car, under the stars. You had kissed his forehead when he got hurt on patrol, you kissed his cheek the morning he made you breakfast, you kissed his neck and his jaw and his thighs and his shoulders. You kissed him every day because there was nothing that could compare to the look on his face when you did.

First time they saw you, you kissed the corner of his mouth and you took his red hat off. You had come to pick him up from work, to surprise him. He had kissed you inside the restaurant, it had been small, in a corner, before he walked to the backrooms to change out his work uniform.

[burning-omen]

Adrian Chase x Gn!reader argument headcanons

Adrian Chase x Gn!reader

Requested by anonymous: Hello 👋 how are you? I hope you're well! Can I request getting into an argument with Adrian Chase headcanons? (With gn or nb reader please?if not that's 100% ok)

Pronouns used: none

Summary: you and Adrian argue

Warnings: arguing, mentions of blood and murder

You didn't argue often but when you did it was truly a sight to behold.

You'll both make at least an attempt at staying calm

Which isn't very successful.

Which way the argument goes depends on what you're arguing about.

If it was something small where neither of you was in the wrong, it will probably be dismissed by the next morning.

If it’s something big, prepare for a screaming match.

Between you two, gently talk these things out just…doesn't work.

He's not good with words and emotions, neither are you.

So there will be yelling, and insults, and many regrets, and later on- many apologies.

“You're clearly not taking this as seriously as I am!”

“Because it's not that serious!”

You look down, your previously light brown carpet now stained a deep red with a strangers blood.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

A lot of your argument come from misunderstandings or miscommunication. But some come from his double life as Vigilante.

You loved that he was “helping” people and killing racist, but the clean up was such a hassle. And some one, some low leave ass wannabe thug followed him all the way to your apartment. Where they fought, got blood everywhere, and the guy was killed.

The body was gone by the time you got home but the blood, knocked-over furniture, and general disarray of Adrian were still present.

You weren't mad at him, more you just didn't want this giant mess to clean up and wished he’d be a little more cautious

He wasn’t mad at you either. He was followed home, he put you in danger which was the last thing he wanted.

He wasn’t mad at you, you weren’t mad at him

And yet you still argued.

It lasted until the next morning, you’d essentially kicked yourself out of your shared bedroom. Instead you slept on the couch. “Slept” is a strong word, more of layed there replaying the argument in your mind.

Neither of you got any sleep that night.

You did eventually make up, because of course you did, your arguments have never lasted super long.

You apologized to each other, fucked out the excess frustration, and moved on.

[xenomoon]

adrian chase/vigilante headcanons

x civilian/anti-hero reader + x black plus-size gnc reader

sfw and nsfw tones included

has these moments of cockiness and it either pisses you off or…

with that said he likes your hand wrapped around his neck

trans

adopts your phrases really quick

sounds like an echo of you sometimes

backs you up in any argument even if you’re losing

likes to stand close to you

^^sniffing your scent and/or playing with your clothes

when you guys spar he kinda pulls punches even though you don’t. taunting him makes him loosen up

enjoys throwing your body around//picks you up randomly

“look what i just learned how to do. are you looking? i’ll wait. ok ready?”

needy lil baby.

nuzzles into you whenever he’s close

clear frustration when he can’t get your attention

naps with his head in your lap and his face in your stomach

“i can hear your insides”

stares at you when you’re asleep and it scares the hell out of you to wake up with his wide ass eyes on you

forgets to take his meds a majority of the time. def ignores reminders/alarms to finish a story or joke he was telling at the time

puffs out his chest. not even for dominance or anything that’s just his posture

he has a really good arch 🧎🏿

likes to make you laugh + hear any variation of it

uses babe/baby a lot

sings in the shower

gets you to sit in his lap as much as possible

“let’s do it with our masks on”

you know he stalks you and just consider him a guard dog at some point

^actually did catch someone following you home while he was following you home and brought them to your front step all bloodied up and gagged :3

dad jokes

has this look in his eyes when you talk that gives you butterflies

you regret taking him to the club for the first time

^he became the center of multiple dance circles and kept pointing you out to join him

when your assignments are different during a mission, he makes sure to put to use the very long list of call and response phrases he’s forced you to learn

^knows he’s annoying but every time you respond, he smiles with relief

is very soft intimacy-wise

very low whimpers and light gasps

hesitant to grip you tightly at times,,,wants to treat you as gentle as possible

rough when riled up/has pent up emotions,,more of a power bottom then

favors backshots,,always melts in your grip

makes you food for aftercare

does his lil dancey dances with only his mask and normal clothing on,,,will perform multiple songs for you

ah…🧍🏿

[powerfultenderness]

Marry Me??

You saw his face! You knew who he was!

His hand dropped to the gun on his hip, his fingers deftly unhooking the snap guard. But hesitated. He liked you. The last thing he wanted to do was kill you, even though his gut was telling him it was the right thing to do to keep his identity a secret.

"Oh fuck...Adrian?!?"

He winced. Any last shred of hope that maybe you wouldn't recognize him now gone.

Your eyes went wide and followed the movement of his hand as he drew his gun.

What else could he do?

He flipped the safety off, you gasped, he raised his arm, you squeezed your eyes shut and squeaked out a question he never in his life thought he'd hear, much less in this circumstance.

"W-what?" He asked, finger near the trigger but at least no longer on it.

You took a deep breath and slowly cracked open one eye. "Marry me?"

The stunned silence that followed gave you hope, so you elaborated. "Spousal immunity. You know, if you get caught, they can't make me testify against you if we're married."

...

You testifying against him wasn't exactly what he'd been thinking about, but now that you said it, it made sense.

His arm dropped back to his side, you sighed and actually gave him a sheepish smile.

"You won't tell anyone?"

You shook your head and mimed zipping up your lips.

"And." He paused and licked his lips out of a sudden burst of anxiety. "We can have sex?"

Infidelity wasn't technically illegal, but it was something he could never see himself doing.

"Oh! Yea. Totally. I was into you before all this," you gestured to him, at him dressed in his Vigilante suit. You eyed him for a moment and bit your lip, "and to be honest, this is kinda doing something for me anyways, but I don't think I should think too much about that."

He scoffed, "introspection is a motherfucker."

You snapped and nodded, "exactly!"

Another charged pause of silence followed as you let him contemplate his answer. Kill you or marry you? Kill you or marry you? Kill you or marry you?

After a moment that felt too long to you, he answered. "Yes."

"Uh. What?" You were surprised, you really hadn't expected him to say yes.

"Let's get married!" He practically cheered as he holstered his gun and closed the distance between you.

"How does this work? Do we have to call a priest or something? Ooh! I'm gonna make Peacemaker my best man! And Eagly can be the ring bearer!"

"Uhh...I'm sure you can do those last two things. But I have a dentist appointment first thing Monday morning, but after that we can go down to city hall and just get married there..?"

"Oh I have Monday off too!"

"Cool."

He blinked, but he was still smiling brightly. "Can I kiss you?"

"I thought you'd never ask." You smiled as his lips met yours.

What an engagement story.

[Masterlist]

[honeycombstrawberry]

like branches in a storm

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: t+

word count: 5,882

one-sentence synopsis: you're getting colder by the second, but adrian's not about to let anything happen to you, not while he still has breath in his body.

author's note: this thought literally came to me as i was falling asleep last night and i was immediately possessed. i simply had to write it. so i wrote this tonight and i showed my husband and he said "wow, only about 6k? that's short for you" which has honestly become so heinously true!! so i hope you enjoy this fic about you getting very cold and adrian saving you and making you all warm again!! also look if any of the cold stuff/hypothermia/survival/anything is inaccurate please don't tell me!! pretend he uses survival powers or something to save you if anything's glaringly inaccurate i didn't do research i just wrote fic don't tell me when i'm wrong in fic it scares me

>>> read on ao3!! <<<

You’re not going to panic.

You’re not. There’s no point to panicking, because you’re already here, and this is already happening, so you’re not going to do it. You’re just going to— to stay calm, and cool, and collected. Just because you and Adrian are lost in the woods with no way to contact the rest of the team, and just because the the sun is quickly setting, and just because your uniform is soaked through from an earlier fall into the river—

That doesn’t mean you’re completely fucked. Things are, admittedly, bleak, but— You’ve survived worse. The both of you have. You’ve survived worse together, even. Difficult this may be, you’re not about to die, and you’re definitely not about to let Adrian die, so, really. It’s just a matter of— of getting through this, until it’s over.

And, soon, it’ll be over. It has to be. There’s no other alternative, because this isn’t how the two of you are going down. Not while you have a say in it.

“Fuck,” Adrian curses, setting another radio aside in the dirt and grass. “This one’s not working, either.”

That radio had been their last chance at connecting with the rest of the 11th Street Kids. With this final hope lost, he sighs, falling backwards onto the ground, limbs all spread wide. He’s long since abandoned his helmet, but the rest of his uniform remains on, keeping him protected from the cold air.

You don’t have that luxury, unfortunately. You’d been the one who’d gotten caught on a root and twisted your ankle, sending you into the river so quickly Adrian barely had time to turn, let alone catch you.

He’s since apologized about a hundred times for it since, even though there really was nothing he could do. It happened too fast; neither of you could do anything.

That hasn’t stopped Adrian from being visibly distraught ever since it happened. You got soaked, and, though you’ve been drying, it’s been in a— a freezing sort of way, which is not particularly helpful. You keep trying to rub at your arms, at your legs, trying to push warm sensation through your limbs, but it’s not helping. That fall also smashed your radio, and Adrian’s was destroyed when he nearly dove in after you, before you stopped him, pointing out that then neither of you would be able to get back up on the high-rise shore, the water in the river rushing far too quickly for the both of you to pull back out without assistance.

Instead, he’d turned, snapped a branch off the closest tree with his bare hands, and sprinted to lower it down to you, to haul you in closer before the current could suck you away from him. You’d grabbed onto the twigs, latched on; Adrian dragged you in with huge pulls, one after another until you were close enough for him to reach. He’d nearly fallen over into the water himself, lifting you up and out, throwing you back down onto the ground.

You’d been shivering ever since, and trying to pretend you weren’t. He feels bad enough that he couldn’t do anything more to help; every time your limbs shake, he looks over at you with this distressed expression, starts trying to offer you bits of his uniform again. It doesn’t come off in pieces like that, and it wouldn’t be warm enough over your cold clothes even if it was, but— the sentiment is there.

The two of you are supposed to be meeting the rest of the 11th Street Kids at your rendezvous point to sleep the night there at camp with them, but neither of you has any idea where you are, now. The problems with the river got you all turned around; now, neither of you know where you’re going, how to get there, or a way to contact the rest of the team to tell them what’s happened.

You’ve been looping around for hours, now, and you’re starting to lose hope. But— You can’t lose hope. Because— Because the rest of the team is out here somewhere, and you can’t let anything happen to Adrian, and you’re— cold. You’re so, so cold.

“Hey,” Adrian says, when you haven’t responded in a few moments. You’re just staring down at the ground, rubbing your arms to keep them warm over the frozen, half-damp fabric, thinking, It’ll be fine, it’ll all be fine, this is fine. “You sure you’re okay? Because you really don’t look okay and it’s kinda starting to freak me out.”

You glance up at him, brow furrowed. It takes you a second to actually process what he’s said, which— maybe you’re a little bit colder than you thought you were.

Nodding jerkily, you tell him, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a— a little chilly.”

Adrian observes you for another beat before saying, “You— Are you sure you won’t take some of this? Like, just— I can put it on over that, or we can take that off and do, like, wilderness survival—”

“Always trying to get my c-clothes off,” you tease him, teeth chattering a little. You exhale into your palms, rubbing them together. You abandoned your wet gloves; it’s easier to just keep trying to blow hot air on them like this. “Don’t you th-think about anything else?”

Adrian huffs a half-laugh. It doesn’t sound all the way genuine; when you glance up at him again, away from your numb fingers, he’s got a frown furrowing his handsome face. He’s usually smiling, so— the frown’s honestly kind of jarring. You’re not sure you’re doing such a good job of pretending as you thought you were, but also— you’re not entirely sure you’ve got a choice on that front or not.

“Is that something that would heat you up?” Adrian asks. “‘Cause I can talk dirty, if it’ll help.”

You smile, rubbing your hands together again. At least he’s keeping your spirits up, if nothing else. “If it makes you feel like you’re doing s-something, then g-go for it.”

“I’m sure I can do something,” Adrian says. “If I’m recalling correctly, you have cum on very little more than just the nasty shit I’ve said to you before.”

“And?” you ask him. His words do give a little spark of heat, deep in your belly, but it’s too cold, and you’re too anxious, and his tone’s too off, and the situation’s too fucked up for it to turn all the way into a proper feeling. Instead, you just let that one wave of minor heat roll through you, like it’s a little warm candle-glow, a flash of hot and then gone.

“And, then, well, maybe I can help,” Adrian suggests. He’s— He’s really not looking so warm himself, but he’s not shivering like you are, not trembling apart, not half-damp and unable to— focus properly, really.

You huff into your hands again, then rub them against your thighs. The fabric hasn’t gotten any warmer, and you sigh. “Maybe I sh-should take this off. Just l-let myself really d-dry.”

“Then take this,” Adrian insists, and starts tearing off his upper uniform pieces again.

“Adrian, it’s n-not going to do anything w-without anything underneath,” you tell him. He keeps moving, and you lean over across the dirt, swatting at his arm. “Adrian. S-Stop.”

“Well, you can’t expect me to do nothing,” Adrian snaps, an abrupt outburst of frustration.

“Hey,” you snap back, a flash of anger-heat roaring up inside you. “W-Watch it, I’m not any h-happier than y-you—”

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I know,” Adrian says. He scrubs vigorously at his face, then pushes to stand in one continuous roll up to his feet. “Okay. Not gonna do any good just sitting here. Let’s— We should keep moving.”

You look up at him, reaching to wrap your arms around yourself, rubbing at your shoulders. Your legs have long since started to feel strange, a little numb, definitely stiff, and the ankle that twisted under you before hurts so fucking bad. You’re not exactly sure how to tell him, I don’t think I can do that right now, without being— being incredibly weak, and useless. You’re supposed to be a valuable member of this team— and you’re supposed to be protecting Adrian— and you’re not doing any of that. Instead, you’ve just been getting colder and colder over the last couple of hours, and now—

Now, you’re worried it’s too late. Now, you’re worried you won’t be able to walk anymore, and you’re not going to find the rest of the team, and you’re just— You’re going to end up freezing here on the ground in the woods.

In the back of your mind, you remember your survival training. You should be building yourself a shelter; you shouldn’t even be sitting directly on the ground like this. Adrian attempted multiple times to start a fire, but all the wood and kindling around is too damp to light. You should have figured out a way to get fire and warmth anyway, and yet, you’re still sitting here, just— shivering, shaking, freezing, useless. Useless.

“Hey,” Adrian says. “You’re not useless. What the shit are you talking about?”

You frown, confused, for a moment. “What?”

Adrian crouches down in front of you where you’re still folded up on the ground, knees curled near to your chest, arms wrapped around yourself. He sets his hands on your shoulders, observes you from up close.

You’ve seen Adrian up close countless times. The two of you are— Well, you’re— not friends with benefits, and you’re not— not, like, lovers, but you’re— partners, in a lot of ways. You work together, and you sleep together, and you— nearly practically live together, at this point. You think you might even love this guy, and that he might love you, but neither of you’s said that yet, or done anything to make this official. You’re— You’re afraid that Adrian won’t reciprocate, but you— You don’t know why Adrian hasn’t done the same. You assume because he doesn’t reciprocate.

The thought makes you tearful. You’re not sure why, except that you— you feel a little scrambled, now, and it might be the cold, but you want to be better than this. You are better than this.

Get a grip, you tell yourself, but your eyes just keep burning with that same prickling pain.

“Oh, hey, what’s happening?” Adrian asks, in a tone that’s so soaked through with concern that you feel all the worse for it. “Are you crying? Hey, hey, don’t cry, don’t— Do you want me to— To make you laugh? Want me to tell you jokes? Want me to— How about— Knock knock? No, fuck, that’s stupid, that won’t— Wait, why are you crying? Does something hurt? How cold— Are you that cold? Is that it?”

He reaches up, yanking his gloves off with his teeth so he can wrap his bare hands around yours, evaluating your temperature. At the touch of your freezing-cold skin against his comparatively boiling-hot touch, he inhales sharply, eyes snapping up to yours. You’re instantly melting into him, seeking more of that heat.

“Holy shit,” Adrian says before he can stop himself. “Why the— Why the fuck didn’t you tell me how bad you’d gotten, y— Holy shit, you’re so fucking cold.” He rubs your hands vigorously between his, bowing his head over them so he can blow his own warm breath over your numb fingers. “Jesus. Okay, we have to keep moving, let’s go, c’mon.”

He pulls at your arms, but you shake your head, telling him, “Adrian, I c-can’t, m-my— My l-legs are s-so—”

You’re cut off both by your mortification and by your teeth chattering. Adrian leans up, catching your face between his hands. His warm thumbs stroke along your cheeks in wide sweeps; his eyes dart over your face, then down over your body, examining you in rapid sweeps.

“Shit,” Adrian says. “You should’ve— Okay, no, you know that. You know you should’ve told me. Why the— Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” Tears prickle at your eyes again as you shake your head. “Babe, what the f—”

“Because I th-thought we’d f-figure it out,” you choke out tearfully, shivering so hard your jaw clatters together. Adrian swipes away the tears that burn under your eyes, just then. “I th-thought we’d f-find the rest of the t-team and it’d be f-fine but it’s n-not and n-n-now you’re gonna—” You hiccup, then say, “You’re gonna b-be so m-mad at me—”

“What?” Adrian cuts you off. “No, what— I’m not mad at you! No, no, no, I’m not mad at you, I swear, I’m not mad at you. I’m just— I’m scared,” he confesses to you.

Your eyes dart up to meet his, confused. “What? A-About what?”

“About what?” Adrian echoes, incredulous. “About— About you, you— I thought you were going to drown, and then I thought you were going to— to freeze, and then I thought we were lost but— You’re still fucking freezing, I didn’t even fix this, we need— Okay, shit, I’m going to find them. I’m going to fix this, you’re going to be okay, this’ll be okay—”

“I’m s-sorry,” you tell him, trembling. “I d-didn’t m-mean—” You exhale shakily. “I’m s-so s-sorry—”

“It’s okay,” Adrian promises you. “It’s okay, stop apologizing, I promise. It’s not your fault. Can you stand?”

You evaluate yourself, then nod. You’re not actually sure if that’s true, but you want it to be true, and you have to try. When Adrian offers you his arms, you shakily unfold your own to take his hands, letting him wrap his fingers around yours. He draws you upwards, but your legs buckle under you; your weak ankle throbs, unable to support your weight, and you almost immediately crumple.

“Oh, shit— Okay, here, I got you,” Adrian says quickly. There’s so much heavy concern in his voice; you feel terrible about it, for being the reason it’s there. You should be helping him, not the other way around. “Fuck, I forgot about your fucking ankle— Let me see that, hold on.”

Adrian gingerly lowers you back down, letting you lay backwards on the cold, packed dirt below while he reaches down to unlace your boot. He’s as careful as he can be, but you still hiss through your teeth, head falling to slam into the ground, fists curling up as much as your numb fingers will go.

“Shit, fuck— I’m so sorry,” Adrian tells you. “I’m just going to look at it, okay? S— I am so sorry, I’m so sorry, fuck, I’m so, so sorry—”

His stream of apologies keeps up as he tugs your boot all the way off and rolls your sock down. When his fingers touch your ankle, peeling your damp pants up a bit, you bite down a lurch of pain in the back of your throat.

“It’s going to be okay,” he promises you. You swallow back the tears, nodding jerkily, not sure if you believe him, not willing to believe anything else. “I’ve got you, I’m going to let anything happen to you. You’re going to be okay, okay?”

You exhale, then say, “I’m s-sorry,” all over again.

Adrian pushes himself up over you so he can cup your head in his hand, pulling you up to push a rough, desperate kiss against your lips. It’s the first time you’ve really realized just how terrified he actually seems to be. He’s obviously fighting to make sure you don’t see it, but he’s clearly freaked out, and you wish you could make it better, but—

But you’re the reason he’s freaking out, and you’re the reason you’re starting to freak out a little bit, too. You’ve been pretending everything is okay, but that hasn’t made everything okay, and now you’re worried it’s really not going to be okay.

It’s making you feel impossibly vulnerable, and exposed, and weak, but you’re afraid you’ve just tipped past the point of being able to help yourself, anymore. You can’t get yourself to care about anything except Adrian in front of you, and the fact that you’ve made a total mess of things, and that you don’t know what to do, anymore, and that you’re— you’re cold, you’re so cold, and it all hurts so much—

“Hey, it’s okay,” Adrian assures you when your tears start to boil over again. “I’ve got you. It’s going to be alright. Don’t be sorry, don’t be, I’ve got you, it’s okay. C’mere.”

Adrian gets his arms under you, shifts to kneel and hoist himself back up to his feet. He lifts you up in his arms bridal-style, keeps you close. You can feel the warmth of his body, the barest hint of it through his uniform and your damp clothes. His bare hands curl beneath you; you try to curl into him, to push closer, desperate for his warmth, his touch, him.

“I’m going to find them,” Adrian promises you. “I’ll find them, and you’re going to be just fine, don’t worry. We’ll change your clothes, and get you in blankets, and— and we can even take you to a— a hospital, if we have to. You’ll be okay, it’ll be okay, nothing bad’s going to happen to you—” He stumbles, rights himself before he can fall or drop you. Cursing, he spits out, “Fuck, oh, fuck, this is so fucking bad, I wish I could— fucking remember literally any of the survival training they taught us, fuck, I’m so fucking stupid, shit, shit, shit, fuck—”

You reach up, grappling for him, trying to put your hand over his mouth to silence him. You only manage to clap your cold fingers against the side of his face, against his cheek, uncoordinated; it does the job, though, and he looks down at you, concerned.

He’s all— all bright eyes, furrowed beneath the crease of his concerned brow, and flushed cheeks, and dark hair, and a backdrop of nighttime-trees behind him, swallowing up most of the sky with the cover of leaves, keeping everything shadowed and chilled. It’s like you’re cold all the way down to your core; your only heat’s coming from him, now.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him again, the shaking inexplicably starting to subside.

The bone-deep cold inside of you has penetrated all of you, soaked in everywhere; it doesn’t even feel that cold, anymore. There’s a strange sort of warmth starting to come, now. You wonder if that’s Adrian’s doing. Your shivering is slowing, and your mind feels— content, at least, if not sluggish, and it— it could be worse.

“Hey,” Adrian says above you. “It’s okay, don’t apologize. I told you, it’s alright. As long as you���re okay, it’s alr— Hey, hey!”

His voice is sharp, and loud, all of a sudden. You frown, twisting slightly into him.

Apparently ignorant of your desire for quiet, and peace, he says, “Keep your eyes open, hey! Open your eyes back up, look up at me, don’t go falling asleep on me. Look at me. Look up at me, look at me, you look at me right now or I swear to fucking God, I am going to freak the fuck out—”

“Adrian,” you try to say, to stop him, to calm him down.

You want to add, “I’m fine,” next, but your tongue’s not even coordinated enough to get his name out; the next words definitely don’t come. Everything’s just all mashed together, incoherent; frowning, you have to force yourself to drag your eyes open. You’re not even sure when they close— You don’t even know if you did fall asleep, or if more time’s passed than you’re aware of, or what. You’re— You’re disoriented, and confused, and cold, and tired, and scared. You don’t know what to do; you can’t get yourself to do anything, you just have to trust Adrian.

And Adrian’s still above you, around you; he’s still carrying you, hauling you through the woods, not stopping, just continuously pushing onward. His voice keeps going, an endless stream of mindless talk to himself and to you, but even that breaks, eventually.

Still, Adrian doesn’t stop. He keeps going, and going, and going. You’re exhausted, and drowsy, and pained, and so fucking cold, and he must be feeling a lot of the same things, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, just— still moving, still moving, still moving. He’s crashing through the trees, snapping branches out of the way so twigs won’t scratch at you; he pushes onward, never fully breaks.

He’s heading in one direction, you think. Through the rush of your blood in your ears, and the way you’re straining to hear his heart in his chest, you barely notice, but he’s moving towards something— towards sound, you realize.

It takes another beat for you to realize you’re back at the river, and that— It’s— It’s frustrating, to be back where you started, but at least you kind of know where you are, here.

Or— You should know where you are, but you can’t really remember. Your thoughts keep skating away from you, skittering away from your fingers when you reach out to the concepts in your mind. The memories just won’t come together, a jumble in your head. It’s making you even more frustrated, and you’re— you’re starting to panic, a little, because this isn’t right, and you should know better—

“Whoa, hey, no, no, it’s okay, no— Stop wriggling, stop—” Adrian comes to a stop, looking down at you with open concern, terror across every inch of him. “What’s happening, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, panicked. You can’t get the words to come out right, can’t speak coherently, can’t get yourself together, but you want to, and it’s terrifying you all the more that you can’t. Shaking your head again, you try to get your limbs to move, try to get yourself to help. It feels like— like moving through syrup, like running in a dream, and you can’t move.

All you end up doing is spilling out of Adrian’s arms, accidentally dropping yourself to the floor of the woods. He grabs at you, catches you before you can actually hit the ground, breathing out, “No, no, what are you— What are you doing?”

You’re not entirely sure, but you know that you can’t let this happen. You can’t get lost; you can’t let Adrian get lost.

“That way,” you tell him, because you— you think it’s that way, and you have to help him.

Adrian kneels behind you, catches you in his hands. It’s terrifying him, seeing you like this— seeing you sluggish, and confused, and uncoordinated, and so cold. It’s so unlike you; he always thinks of you as being so warm, relates you with the heat that you’re always spreading through him, with how hot you always make him feel. Now, as you’re staring with wild eyes at nothing, so cold you’ve stopped shivering completely, he’d do anything— anything— to keep you safe, to stop this from hurting you.

He catches you in his hands, pulls you back against him. You struggle against him, insisting, “Adrian, they’re there,” but you’re pointing at the water, and he knows that’s not right.

You— You don’t understand why he’s not listening. It’s like you’re in two different worlds, and you’re floating somewhere else, somewhere cold and strange, until Adrian tugs you in against his chest.

He can’t stand to see you this way. He knows he should keep moving, but— First, he just wants to— help. He wants to help. He wants to calm you down, and reassure you, and warm you, and let you know he’s here, and just— do what little he can, right now, when he can do barely anything at all.

You’re not entirely sure what’s happening, at first. Adrian releases you for a brief moment, but then you feel his hands tugging at the damp clothes still spread over your skin. He exposes your bare skin, and you shiver, impossibly, again, though you’re mostly numb. Shuffling you upwards, he lays something strange beneath you, something hard and soft at once. You barely feel it, but the drag is new, unnatural, and you frown at it.

Behind you, Adrian’s bare skin suddenly comes to touch yours. His chest to your shoulders, his stomach pressing into the small of your back, his legs tucking in with yours. He buries his head in your throat, covers your head with his hand, trying to trap as much heat between the two of you as he can, trying to use his body heat to warm you up.

With his armor pressed between you and the cold ground, and his body warming yours up, you’re actually starting to feel a shift in the temperature. This, more than anything else tonight, is getting through to you.

You feel heat, you feel warmth, and you laugh breathlessly.

“I feel you,” you tell him blearily.

There are tears pricking in your eyes when you reach to grab his hands. Your fingers don’t close around his, but he gets what you’re doing. He drags his own hands up for you, presses them against your cheeks, over your face. You laugh into his warm touch, feeling your own breath spreading against his palms, trapped against your skin. Inside and out, Adrian’s got you almost warming up again. He’s doing the impossible; you really— you really thought you’d never get to feel warm again.

“I feel you,” you laugh again, choking, tears in your throat. “Adrian, I feel you.” Your words are clumsy, slow, chilled, but you manage to get them out. In a burst, you know— You have to tell him, have to. “I love you.”

“What?” Adrian says behind you. His hands turn your head around, still clutching your face. You blink up at him, a weird little flare of excitement going through you when you see him. You know you’re not supposed to be focused on this right now, but looking up at him just makes you happy, and you smile.

Adrian’s expression is confused, half-horrified and half-smiling. He ducks down, pressing a warm kiss to the corner of your mouth, heat simmering through you from him to you. When he separates from you, his brow creases, more concern becoming obvious.

“I think I— I think I heard what you said, and I l— I’m s— I’m sure you’re n— You wouldn’t say this normally, and it’s all ‘cause you’re so cold and freaking out and stuff,” Adrian says, all in a rush, and you want to disagree, but your tongue is cold and clumsy and he’s still talking. “And if you don’t want to— If you don’t want me to know, I’ll let you take it back later, no questions asked, or if you don’t— don’t mean it, that’s fine, but I l— I love you, too,” Adrian confesses in a rush, “I love you, too, and I want you to know that, and I’m— I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Not anything, so you just— You just stay awake, and alive, and you just— Just— You just keep looking at me, and I’ll do all the rest.”

It’s so many words, it’s— It’s a lot, almost too much for you to follow, but you’re well-versed in understanding Adrian. It takes you a beat, and then you understand, and you can’t stop smiling, too. There’s warmth, here, even if it’s not enough to keep you actually heated; it’s keeping you warmed, and heated, and alive, this hot pulse coursing through you right now.

“Love you,” you tell him sluggishly. You reach up for his face, cold fingers dragging along. His bare skin feels so warm against yours, and it helps, but it’s not enough.

You push nearer into him, wanting more of him, and more of his warmth, and more of— all of it, all of him. He lets you do it, gets his bare arms wrapped tight around you, spread around your arms and shoulders, holding you tight to him.

“I’ve got you,” Adrian says. “I’ve got y—”

His head snaps up, then. You mean to ask what he’s doing, or saying, or what’s wrong, but your tongue won’t work right in your mouth.

“Hey!” Adrian shouts. He’s so loud, voice exploding in your ears. You flinch without meaning to, and his hand strokes your face, gentles you. Softer, he says, “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. Just— I have to shout again, just— I’m so sorry—” His hands come up to cover your ears before he calls, even louder this time, “Hey! Hey, over here! C’mere, hey! Who is that— Hey! Hey, hey, oh, oh, thank— Thank fuck, thank fucking shit, please, please, help me— Please, come on, I need your help—”

You don’t know if he’s talking to you, or to someone else, or— You don’t know who he’s talking to, really. You hear his voice, and you don’t understand it, muffled and confused. Frowning up at him, you see him look back down at you with obvious excitement on his face. It’s bewildering, after how upset he was before. You don’t understand.

“It’s Leota,” Adrian tells you. “She found us, they found us. You’re going to be okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” He kisses your temple roughly, then your cheek, your forehead, your mouth. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. We’re so close, and you’ll be so warm, new clothes and— and a fire, you’ll be okay, it’ll be okay—”

You manage a jerky nod. He clutches your face, kisses you, then pushes to stand again. You want his body back, want his heat back, but you at least understand why he’s doing this.

Staggering to his feet, Adrian gets you back in his arms, starting to push himself in— in, presumably, the direction of Leota and the rest of the team, and that’s when it really clicks. You’re going to be okay. It’s— Everything will be okay, now.

“What the fuck happened?” Leota’s voice demands, as Adrian carries you closer to her. You could cry, for relief you feel hearing her voice. “Where did you go— Oh, my God—”

“Please,” Adrian says. “I need— We need to warm— We have to—”

“Okay, yes— God, okay,” Leota says in a rush. Her hand touches your forehead. “Shit. Okay, we can do this. Come on, follow me.”

She pulls out her own radio; you hear the crackle of the static, the voices going in and out of it. You lose a little bit of time, you think, or you don’t understand what’s happening. It’s cold, and confusing; you’re disoriented, until you focus on Adrian’s hands on your face again, on his voice wrapping around you, now.

“Hey,” Adrian says, his voice soft, coaxing. You’re realizing, now, that you’re starting to feel warm all over. That cold is finally leaving, replaced with an all-over warmth.

You shift, and your limbs don’t hurt quite so bad. Someone’s touching your ankle— not Adrian, presumably, since he’s cradling your face between his warm hands— and wrapping the sprained joint, swelling flesh tender beneath their touch.

Looking downward, you see Emilia at your feet, bandages wrapping around your leg. She offers you a flicker of a smile before looking back down at her work again.

Dragging up, starting to absorb the warmth you’re feeling, you realize you’re in dry clothes, now. They’re Adrian’s pajamas, a pair of the sleep clothes he packed for the mission, warm pajama pants and a soft, loose, dry sweater of a top. You’re bundled in blankets, several layers of quilts and throws and sleeping bags, mostly concealed except for your feet— now being tucked into thick socks and pushed into your blanket-bundle— and your head.

Adrian’s tugging a warm hat down over your head, which might’ve been what woke you up all the way, this time. The warmth, and tugging, is so good, a new blossoming that is awakening a delicious sort of relief in you.

He pulls the warm cap over your head, soft material coming over your head, your ears, trapping the heat there. Cradling you close— his own body finally warm and dry and covered in new clothes, too— Adrian kisses your cheek, your nose, your lips, this time. He laughs, breathless, and then wet, clutching you closer.

“I love you,” he confesses. “I know— I know I said you could take it back, and you can, really, but I— I don’t want to, not after— not after that, I don’t— I mean it, I do—”

You’re barely coordinated, the new warmth only just spreading, but you’ve got enough to reach up. Your fingers have been put in mittens, but you wrestle your arm free.

Wriggling it up, you get your mittened hand over Adrian’s flushed cheek. You manage a smile, and tell him, “I love you, too.”

He smiles, so wide and crinkling and joyous. It seems like he’s about to speak again, then, before Chris appears behind him, dropping another armful of blankets over Adrian’s head, down his back, with a soft, heavy fwhump.

“Put the fucking blankets on before you freeze to death, Adrian,” Chris instructs him. “Holy shit, (Y/N) is fine. Stop freaking out and get in the goddamn blankets.”

Adrian huffs, waving him off, saying, “I’m fine, leave me alone,” but he’s flushed, and accepts the winter hat Chris tugs down over his dark curls with a warm, “Thanks, buddy.”

“Don’t mention it,” Chris says. “Lay down.”

This time, Adrian does as told, burying himself in the covers with you. He gets his body close to yours, burrowing into your blanket burrito with you, before he wraps and spreads the new covers around you both, making sure to swallow you in warm, dry heat.

“You’re going to be okay,” Adrian murmurs, so close, so warm, so sweet. “I love you. You’re okay. I got you now.”

He’s said it all night, and meant it all night, and it’s true, now, as it’s been true the whole time. He promised you’d be okay, and you are; he said you’d keep you warm, and he did; he told you he loves you, and he does. You’re both okay, and alive, and warming up so splendidly, filling up with all that impossible heat. You hadn’t realized how much you loved it, wanted it, needed it, until you almost lost it, until you didn’t have it anymore. Now— Now, you can’t let it go.

Adrian’s that heat, and you pull him in, absorbing him as much as you have the warmth, and he does the same with you.

“I love you,” you tell him again, warmer now, able to speak, able to feel it, able to know. “Adrian. I love you.”

He kisses your cheek, brings you all that warmth, too. Echoed in him, echoed in you, shared together. All warmth, all heat, all him. All him.

“I love you,” he promises you, too. Kisses the corner of your mouth, kisses the space under your eyes, kisses the side of your nose. “Love you. So, so much, I love you. Love you, love you, love you,” and he keeps you all warm, and soft, and close, and you know he’s telling the truth. “I love you.”

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

ADRIAN CHASE | VIGILANTE (peacemaker)

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“Interesting” (Adrian Chase x Gn!Reader)

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

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

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

| 3k+ words

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

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

You nod. Slowly.

“I hope you don’t wonder why.”

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

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

You sigh, “Vigilante?”

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

“What’s up?”

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

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

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

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

You stare at him.

“You’ve stalked my civilian identity?”

He laughs, it squeaks out of him.

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

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

Your lip twitches into a scowl.

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

You hear him climbing after you, “Alrighty!”

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

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

That would be a win for you.

And you liked to win.

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

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

Sometimes.

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

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

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

“Good?”

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

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

“Save time?”

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

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

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

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

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

He nods, “That’s good.”

You scoff, “Sure.”

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

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

“Don’t remind me,” you murmur.

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

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

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

“You still with me?”

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

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

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

He shrugs again. You just look at him.

Well.

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

“Hmm good or hmm bad?”

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

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

“100 percent, Temporary Boss.”

He even adds a little solute. Cute.

- - -

“Holy balls!”

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

Seems like he’s having fun.

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

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

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

You whip around to face the source.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your jaw ticks as you study him.

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

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

He shakes his head, “I -I uh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So…what’s that mean exactly?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vigilante shrugs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know who I think we’re like?”

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

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

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

“You think I’m goofy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah, you like me! V/n likes me!”

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

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

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

“You’re giving me a chance!”

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

The only reason.

Hem.

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal!”

The two of you shake on it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever floats your boat, Vig.”

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

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

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

[vigsilantes]

blush (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader Summary: On a late-night mission at a carnival helping out Chris's friend, you and Adrian have a fun little impromptu date. Word Count: 2.1k A/N: this is part one of the carnival, i will be making a second part to this soon!! :) Tags: Established Relationship, Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Idiots in Love, Mission Fic, Comfort, Fluff, Post-Canon, Carnival, Banter Warnings: swearing, drugs, killing

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

Of all the strange places missions have taken you to, tonight might take the cake – it’s at carnival. Usually, you only visit the carnival when it’s in town in the summertime for you and Adrian’s yearly date there. You’ve never gone to the carnival dressed in your vigilante suit for a mission and you never thought you would be, but here you are. It could be worse though, at least these drugs you were going after were human, and no aliens are involved. In the van before getting briefed for the mission, you, Adrian, and the rest of the team were chattering about the odd location of the job.

“Listen up,” Emilia started as she realized you were discussing the mission, “as I started saying earlier, tonight’s mission is kinda weird, we’r-”

“Hey it’s not weird.” Chris interrupted.

“God, okay so sneaking into a carnival and busting a low-stakes drug deal isn’t at all weird?” Harcourt plainly questioned, all eyes flew to Chris, who shook his head in disagreement.

“Alright, that’s beside the point, but this is a favor for me, okay?” Chris looked around at everyone, Adrian shook his head in understanding.

“So, just to be clear, are the rides at the carnival going to be on or off? Just asking, for a… friend,” Adrian willfully questioned, you looked around, wondering the same thing. Harcourt slowly nodded her head indicating that the rides will be off, “Damn,” Adrian whispered to himself, you also felt a bit sad knowing you won’t be able to go on any rides. Chris chuckled from seeing your shared reactions.

“Sooo,” Adebayo started, trying to get back on topic.

“Yeah, so anyway, my buddy is the owner an-”

“Wait what friend?” Adrian inquisitively asked Chris, marveling at the fact that he has other friends.

“Dude it doesn’t matter, he runs the carnival that’s in town right now and he says a few of his employees have been dealing drugs, and that they have a whole little drug ring hidden in the carnival but he’s too much of a pussy to confront them, so he asked me, and I owe him, so I asked Harcourt.”

“So, we’re just breaking into this locked up circus to stop drug dealers?” you ask, wanting to confirm the obscurity of the mission.

“And killing? Is that on or off of the table?” Adrian added, which was a very good question to ask.

“On, he wants them gone,” Harcourt replied, you and Adrian nodded, “there shouldn’t be many of them either, so it’s a fairly simple deal.”

“Oh, and we aren’t breaking in,” Chris looked at you then reached for his pocket, “he gave me the keys,” he took the keys and waved them, they jingled in his hand.

“Almost there,” John announced, the carnival is set in the middle of the town, so it wasn’t a long drive at all, and with it being so late at night no one was out, you could’ve walked there if you wanted to.

“Do those keys… unlock some rides, perhaps?” you ask, Adrian’s eyes darted to Chris waiting for an answer. Chris slyly smiled at the two of you.

“Maybe,” he teased, Adrian huffed in annoyance, you and Leota rolled your eyes simultaneously.

“Yes or no, man?” Adrian whined, which made Chris burst out in laughter.

“Let’s see how the mission goes,” Emilia said, you scrunched your eyebrows at the hint of Em wanting to go on some rides, Chris nodded his head.

“You want to go on a ride?” Adrian asked Emilia, you two always think the same things.

“Yeah, what, I’m not a monster,” she rebutted, everyone laughed, and the van came to a stop. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” she said plainly.

“No need to be a Debbie downer,” Chris said to Emilia, who was snickering. You and Adrian threw on your masks, everyone hopped out of the van, except John, and Chris was rattling the keys around in his hand as he grabbed his gun. You then made your way to the fence, and Chris easily unlocked the lock, everyone entered the eerily dark carnival.

“Woah super creepy in here with no lights on,” you say, looking around at the empty, silent park.

“Totally,” Adrian voiced, “doesn’t look this fuckin’ weird when we come here on our dates,” he looked over at you, and you nodded, thinking about the times you’ve been here on dates with him. You two always have a blast on your carnival dates, and you couldn't wait for your date this year. 

“So, what part of this place are the drug dealers in?” Leota asked Chris, who was taking the lead.

“Behind some of the games,” Chris stated, and you headed towards the game section, you and Adrian slinked to the back of the group to quietly chat while the others bickered. You two always made a habit of walking behind together so you could have a bit of time with each other.

“If we don’t get to go on a single ride here afterwards, I’ll be fucking pissed,” Adrian whispered to you.

“Same here, Vig,” you added, "but if not, we still have our date," you remind him, he looked over to you through his visor.

"So true, and I totally can't wait babe, but how awesome would it be to be the only ones on a ride here?" he asked and you nodded in reply, he was right, it would be dope. After a couple moments you approached a few game booths. As you caught up with the group, you looked around and the booths were empty besides all the games. The setup of the games were present, but there were no toys in sight.

“Where the hell are the prizes?” Leota queried as she looked at the empty booths, Adrian gasped, and everyone turned to look at him.

“What if the toys are alive like in Toy Story?” Adrian suspiciously questioned, Chris broke out in a laugh that almost blew your cover, Em hit him on the arm to shut him up.

“They could be…” you quickly came to Adrian’s defense, “hell, we’ve fought aliens before, toys coming to life wouldn’t be the most shocking thing we've ever seen,” Adrian hummed in agreement.

“They’re right, I mean, considering the shit we’ve done?” Leota peered, Chris and Emilia scoffed, "what, you never know?" Leota wearily stated. Chris then led everyone to the door of the game and you went into the back storage part of the booth and lo and behold, there were all kinds of drugs; coke, meth, pot, you name it and it would be here. The booths were all connected and so were the back storage rooms, it was like a long hallway of some sorts, and by the looks of it, there were about five or six booths with drugs stored everywhere. Chris guffawed at the assortment of drugs, and suddenly you heard a door at the end of the long hallway open. Everyone’s weapons raised, and you all silently waited for the drug dealers to enter. The door crept open, and four men entered, knives in hand. With just a few lousy pulls of his trigger, Chris took out all of the men, and they all instantly dropped to the ground.

“Hmm, that was easy,” Chris stated, you stared at him.

“It was only four men?” you question, and Leota furrowed her brows.

“Yeah, all done,” Chris confirmed, Emilia tilted her head.

“Why are we all here then?” Leota asked, a smile spread across Chris’s face.

“For the fun,” he wiggled his eyebrows and shook the keys again, Adrian gasped, and you began feeling giddy. “Knew this would be easy, just thought we could use some fun for a fuckin' change,” he said, you chuckled. “I know how to turn on a bunch of the rides,” Chris bragged, and Adrian pumped his fist.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Adrian exclaimed, he ripped his mask off, and a wide grin was painted across his face. He reached for his safety pouch and put his glasses on.

“Let me get John,” Emilia smiled as she left the booth. Before leaving, Adrian picked up a teddy bear because it looked strange. He ripped the head off of it, exposing a bag of coke in the bear’s stomach.

“Oh, so the toys are not alive, they were for the drugs,” Adrian confirmed, and tossed the coke bear aside, you giggled.

“You wanna ride the Ferris wheel or what?” Chris asked you, Adrian, and Leota. Adrian was practically vibrating from excitement.

“Duh,” he plainly told Chris. You four then left the drug booth and walked over to meet John and Emilia. Chris led everyone to the Ferris wheel, and Adrian scooped up your hand in his. You then took off your mask to look at him and met him with a smile. “This is different than our normal carnival date,” Adrian stated.

“It is, it’s badass,” you told him, and he shook his head. "It's a fun mini carnival date," he looked pleased.

“Hell yeah it is!” he agreed, and you eventually reached the big Ferris wheel. Chris unlocked the barricade gate, walked over to the control booth, and dropped his gun. The rest of you followed and made a pile of your weapons. Chris then used a different key to turn it on, and the lights immediately flashed on and illuminated the gloomy park. Everyone’s eyes widened, and Chris eagerly laughed.

“It’s on a self-timer so we can all go on it, and if anything goes wrong, well, we can figure that out after,” Chris admitted, you and Adrian didn’t really care, as you’ve done more dangerous things than go on a Ferris wheel.

“Ehhh,” John started, actually being sensible about the risks, Leota also looked a bit unsettled. Chris patted his back.

“Don’t be a pussy, let’s just have some fun!” Chris exclaimed, John grumbled at first, but you could see the contemplation leave his face.

“Fine,” he said, "if this goes south you’re jumping off and stopping it," he decided, and Adrian clapped.

“Deal," Chris replied, then looked around, "alright, who’s first?” Adrian instantly shot up his hand and grabbed yours, pushing you both to the front of the group.

“Figured,” Chris said, and motioned for you both to sit in the car. Adrian entered first, then you slid in next to him. Emilia shut the gate and locked it, hitting it twice, signaling Chris to move the ride. Chris hit a few buttons and your car lifted, then stopped so the rest of the team can get on. Leota and John shared a car, and once they were in the ride moved again, then promptly stopped. Emilia sat down first leaving the door ajar, Chris then hit the button and the ride slowly lifted, he sprinted to the entrance and jumped into the seat with her, almost missing his chance to join the ride but he somehow didn't. This time, the ride didn’t stop, and you began to go higher in the air. It was a fairly large Ferris wheel, and the view over Evergreen was beautiful. Adrian inched closer to you and threw his arm around you, you nestled your head into his chest.

“This is so fucking rad,” Adrian said as the both of you looked at the dark town.

“Right,” you added, and the breeze from the ride felt a bit chilly, even in your suit, so you scooched closer to Adrian.

“We still have to come back here for our date though, I am not skipping out on that tradition,” he said, you nodded your head, your yearly carnival dates have become a fun part of your relationship, you didn't want to miss it either.

“Oh of course, wouldn’t wanna miss that,” you confirmed, and Adrian blissfully sighed, and your car reached the height of the Ferris wheel. The town looked serene, there were barely any lights on as everyone was most likely asleep, and it put you at ease. Adrian pecked the top of your head, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile, you inched away from his chest to look up at him. He met your gaze and swiftly pressed his lips to yours, and in this moment, you felt beyond content. He pulled away from you and gently smiled, with his cheeks sporting a perfect shade of pink as he looked down at you. You adored how often he blushes, it makes your heart flutter. “I lovveeeee how easily you blush, it’s adorable,” you admitted, his cheeks somehow grew even pinker.

“Whattt – please,” he waved his free hand, bashfully dismissing your compliment. “Ahhh you know I love ya, right? Like so much. Soooo so so sooo much, babe,” he pecked your cheek.

“Love you too, Ade,” you beamed, and returned your head to that all too familiar position in his chest. As the ride continued, the slight movement of your seat was relaxing, and you felt incredibly serene while embraced in Adrian’s warm arms.

[lovearne]

Adrian's birthday goes off with a bang

ADRIAN CHASE APPRECIATION WEEK: day 07: birthday celebration

All of my fics and my whole page is 18+ only, if you are a child leave. I deserve a safe space to express myself, all blogs under 18 or no age will be blocked. Let me enjoy my experience safely on the internet, thank you.

Word count: 1.8k+

Warnings: PiV sex, PiA sex, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, oral (3 reciving), three way, mxmxgn(afab), squirting, edging, cum, soft dom Adrian, restraints, switch Adrian, Dom Chris, switch Chris, reader teases both Adrian and Chris, dirty talk (2 mentions of the word whore)

"Hey Adi?" The man turned to your voice. "Happy birthday love." You had gotten a new set of lingerie, specially ordered with his suit design on them. The poor boy's eyes nearly popped out of his head. You could see his bones grow as he stared at you. His eyes devour you. He has to cover his lap up with a pillow, not wanting to give the wrong impression to his friend that he was chatting with on the couch.

"H-hey babe." He stuttered as you sat on the arm of the couch he was leaning on, kissing the top of his head, body slightly bent forward, putting your boobs level with his face, not even 6 inches away. You pull away instead looking over to Chris.

"Mornin Chris." Peacemaker also had a pillow in his lap, apparently he had found it hot when you were dressed in vigs colours as well. You move to sit in Adrian's lap, giving him a hug, moving the pillow, you sit directly on his dick the poor guy had no idea just how much you were going to tease him.

Adrian's hands immediately go to your hips, holding you still, that doesn't stop you from being able to feel his dick twitching. Your lips moving to his ear.

"Aww little Adrian is excited to see me, maybe I should kiss him and say happy birthday." Adrian almost moaned at the thought of your mouth being on him. You turned your head to Chris who was watching intently from the other side of the couch. You give him a wink as you wake a show of starting to grind on Adrian. You've had a threesome with both men before you were committed to Adrian.

You grind on Adrian until his hips start to push against yours and then stop, edging the poor guy, as he was about to cum. His broken whine filled the air.

"Why'd you stop?" His voice was curious but annoyed.

"Because I told them to. And the two of us are gonna make sure you feel real good. Aren't we babe?" You nod at Chris' words. Adrian's cock jumps at the way Chris' words bathed his body.

You get up off Adrian's lap, and into the space between his legs, you unzip his jeans and start to pull them off of him, the peacemaker beginning to kiss Adrian, deepening their kiss as soon as Adrian reciprocated. Adrian's cock slapped against his stomach as you pulled his boxers down, letting out a low moan into Chris' mouth.

You kitten lick his tip, collecting all the precum, making sure to run the tip of your tongue over the slit. His hips bucking at the sensation. You bring your hand to start pumping his shaft, taking his head into your mouth, Adrian starting to whine into Chris' mouth, his hands starting to wander over Adrian's body, coming down to fondle at the man's balls as you take him to the back of your throat, pushing deeper as you gag a little. Adrian swore he could die a happy man right now, his cock jumping in your throat as you take him to the hilt, Chris' fingers massaging his balls gently, eliciting pleasure from him in two different ways, no three.

You and Chris work together, bringing Adrian to the edge several different times before he snapped, the switch between sub and Dom happened very rapidly, just as always when you tease your boyfriend.

"Oh you little whore, you dirty whore. Look at your face, all covered in my precum and your spit. Oh so pretty baby." His words sent waves to your core. He kissed your lips once before manhandling you into your room, tying your hands up against the bedrail. "Maybe me and Chris should tease you since you thought it was a good idea to tease me. Being bad and edging me, maybe I should edge you, maybe I should have Chris fuck your throat while I eat your pussy and make you cum over and over. Yes I think that's what we are going to do." He gestures to Chris to take his pants off, the man eagly doing so, your and Adrian's mouths watering at the sight before you, Chris' cock was already dripping as he brought it closer to your mouth. Your mouth opening wide for the man's large appendage, spit dripping as he pushes inside, letting out a groan as you close your lips around him, jaw straining from the size of him.

You can feel Adrian pulling away your soaked panties and chuckling at the sight before him.

"Wow babe, we really get you wet when you are pleasuring us don't we. You hum around Chris' cock in answer the man starting to fuck lazily into your mouth.

"Oh fuck babe, you feel so good around my cock." Adrian dove face first into your pussy, his tounge liking a flat strip up your slit and to your clit, doing so a few more times he hums, content with the taste of you. Bringing his hand up, he enters one finger into your hole as his tongue moves to focus just on you clit, pumping his finger in and out as he flicks rapidly at your clit, pleasure washing over your body. You moan loudly around Chris' cock, his hips starting to fuck your mouth more roughly. His hands sliding into your hair and one onto a boob, the other had adrians free hand on it.

Adrian added a second finger, the slight stretch feeling so delicious to you, no matter how many times you had sex Adrian was always amazed by your slippery tight cunt

Adrian's fingers passed by the spongy part inside your hips bucking at him, he smirks and brings his hand back down from your chest to hold your hips and waist in place. His lips locking onto your clit and sucking as his fingers press into your g-spot over and over, making you a winning mess and bringing you to the edge faster than normal, must be the excitement from being with both him and Chris today.

Adrian brings you through you orgasm and almost straight into another one as he doesn't stop his ministrations, making you cum again before you even come down from the first, still not letting up and holding your hips down as he keeps sucking your clit, flicking it with his tongue as now three fingers press against your g-spot rapidly, your third orgasm building stronger than your last two. Chris' hips were going at a fast rhythm against your face, grunting loud and pulling out, not wanting to cum just yet. Pulling you into a kiss after you caught your breath, his tkunge exploring every part of your mouth, his drawing all of your moans right up, you were reciprocating the amount of passion he gave in his kiss, almost screaming in pleasure into his mouth, getting closer and closer to you third orgasm, Chris pulls away from the kiss to watch as you cum. Adrian's fingers get pushed right out of your cunt, his mouth detaches in awe, and the two men watch as your pussy convulses and your ejaculated squirts out a couple times, soaking Adrian's face and chest, along with the sheets. Adrian almost Cummings from the sight and feeling alone, and Chris going absolutely feral over the sight he just saw. The men take a small break, Adrian moving up to cuddle your face, and Chris coming in with a water bottle for each of you.

"Are you ok to continue, honey bun?" Adrian's question was directed at you and you nod. Having a 5 minute break between a world shattering orgasm being just what you needed. Chris made sure the both of you drank at least half a water bottle each before letting anything more progress.

Chris grabs the lube from your nightstand table, eliciting to prep Adrian's hole, you kissing Adrian's face and lips as Chris applies some lube to his fingers, massaging them over his tight entrance. Slowly pushing one lobbed up finger inside, Adrian letting a loud moan out, his tip already leaking, it's been too long since he's had Chris fuck him, Chris finger felt really good inside Adrian, and as he pushed a second in, Adrian could've sworn he died and went to heaven. Chris started to scissor his fingers in Adrian's holes trying to get him prepped enough he could cause minimal discomfort while he pushed his dick into his ass.

Adrian keened under Chris' touch, moaning into your shoulder, and arching his back.

Chris was up to a third finger when he pulled them out, satisfied with the prep he'd done on Adrian.

"Are you ready for my cock baby boy?" Adrian nods his head, lining his cock up with your entrance.

"Yes sir." He said to Chris, pushing inside your wet and warm cunt, Chris pushing into his tight hole right after, you qere on your hands and knees, Adrian hunched over you, moving his hips as he fucked into you on one side and back onto Chris on the other. The man was in so much pleasure from having you around his cock and Chris' cock in his ass.

Chris started to thrust his hips, also setting the lace for Adrian's hips slamming into your ass. You moan as you feel Adrian's balls slap against your clit with every thrust of their hips, Adrian was non stop moaning, from the constant pleasure he felt, you pussy squeezing him as his ass was squeezing Chris.

None of you were going to last long at this pace, and as Adrian reached to play with your clit, Chris slapped his hand, instead reaching your clit with his. His other hand going around to fondle Adrian's balls. Adrian came first yelling his pleasure loudly, you came a few seconds after, screaming in pleasure and Chris came last, working you all through your orgasms.

He pulled out of Adrian, helping the drained man pull out of you, lading the both of you to lay on the bed.

He walks into the bathroom, producing two separate wet towels and coming back into your room, he hands a towel to Adrian, who cleans the mess between your legs, wiping gently as you are still over sensitive, then wiping his cock, feeling Chris wipe the lube and cum from his hole. Chris wiping his cock after as well.

The men throw the cum rags onto the floor, to be dealt with after. You lay your head on Adrian's chest, Chris doing the same, his arms wrapping around the both of you, whispering words of encouragement to the two of you. Adrian praised both of you as well, and you told the boys how amazing they did.

After all the praises were done and the three of you were drifting into a post sex nap.

"Thank you both for the amazing birthday present. I love you guys."

And with that the three of you fell asleep, completely content in each other's arms.

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[ccalhoun]

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adrian chase / vigilante x gn!reader fluff

req: no

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff, comfort, Adrian chase is autistic (canon), reader is a little autistic too, cuddling, reader cries a little, Adrian is awkward but gets the hang of it after a little, I left the stress vague so imagine it as anything you want, established relationship, reader is called "doll", "baby", and "honey", Adrian is whipped for you, its short sorry </33

cut for length!

Adrian came home after a long day, taking his shoes off at the front door and going into your shared bedroom to change out of his Vigilante costume and into his normal clothes. Adrian walks in and stopped in the doorway, looking at the lump in the sheets that was his beloved partner. He walked over and was a little surprised when you sat up to look at him. Adrian saw the tears on your waterline and took off his helmet, walking in front of you and crouching down so you were almost eye-to-eye.

"Hey doll, are you ok with touches right now?" Adrian asked softly, after getting a gentle nod from you, he gave you a quick hug before pulling back, "I'm gonna get changed then I'll be right back, I promise," Adrian said as he stood up and gave you a small kiss on the forehead. Just as he said, Adrian grabbed clean clothes, went into the bathroom, and changed. When he came out he put his neatly folded Vigilante suit on his dresser and sat next to you in his spot on the bed.

Adrian opened his arms and beckoned you over. You got the hint and held onto his side, letting a couple of tears fall, trying to wipe them away with your hoodie sleeve before Adrian pulled your hand away.

"Don't dry your tears like that, it'll just make your eyes get puffy," Adrian said softly, he wiped the tears away with his hands and gave you a brief peck on the lips. Adrian moved your positions, so you were both laying down on your bed, you on his side resting your head on his chest. Adrian rubbed your back as he looked down at you, eyes full of adoration.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Adrian said as quietly as he could. His voice was low and soft, letting you know that if you don't want to, you don't have to talk about what happened and that you could both sit in silence if that is what you desire.

After a couple of minutes a small noise erupts from you, your voice shaky, "There's just," your voice cracked as a new set of tears filled your eyes. "A lot is happening right now and I just don't know what to do," tears fell from your eyes as you spoke, your voice wavering. Adrian looked down at you apologetically as if he was the reason you have so much stress in your day-to-day life. Adrian wiped your tears again and waited for you to calm down a bit before speaking himself.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's ok. And if you do, that's ok too. I just want you to know that I will always support and love you," Adrian said, his voice was full of love and only made you feel more comforted. He pulled you up quickly so you were laying on his lap, moving the hand that wasn't on your back to your hair. Adrian kept a hand on the back of your head, playing with your hair.

After sitting in comfortable silence you answered his question, your throat still sore from crying.

"I don't want to talk about it yet," You mumbled into his chest. Adrian nodded and continued to comfort you, holding you close and making sure you felt safe in his arms.

"You wanna watch something and cuddle on the couch?" Adrian queried you. You gave a quick nod to him and he stood up, moving his arms so he could carry you to the living room. Adrian set you down and handed you the remote, "I'm going to go get a blanket and some snacks, I'll be right back," Adrian spoke.

Adrian went into your bedroom and got the softest blanket, giving it to you in the living room before heading to the kitchen for the promised snacks. As you were choosing something to watch, Adrian came back with your favorite chips and your favorite drink, setting them down on your coffee table before sitting next to you so you two could cuddle again.

Once you picked something to watch, you both laid and watched tv, occasionally eating some chips or taking a drink. You soon fell asleep, your exhaustion from crying catching up to you. Adrian took notice and slowly moved your positions so you were laying on his chest once again. He pulled the blanket up to your shoulders and soon followed suit, both of you falling asleep on the couch.

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[peacesmith]

actually i'm in a big peacemaker mood, i want requests for adrian & chris, please.

[mothonfire]

Voice Cracks

read on ao3 || this masterlist

Adrian Chase // gn!reader 

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

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

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Part one || 

My core vibrates in an opium haze

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Adrian.

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

Adrian. Oh, God, Adrian.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blinked a few times “In ten.”

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

“Sure,”

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

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

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

“Hey,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry,” you mouthed against his clavicle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just pick up, it's fine”

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

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

“Where?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hey Adri,

today was fun <3”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The fuck you smiling about?”

“Nothing” It came out too rushed.

Chris frowned and looked out the window “Weirdo,”

“Yes it was!!!

Never got your name btw.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, really?” He looked mesmerised.

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

“You've seen Star Trek?”

“´f course”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Holy fucking shit,” he said, breathless.

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

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

You sighed a laugh “The way I breathe?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shot?” You searched for his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, if you want to.”

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

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

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

“Los Campesinos?” he nodded and then hummed.

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

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

Next time…

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

[burning-omen]

Hello 👋 how are you? I hope you're well! Can I request getting into an argument with Adrian Chase headcanons? (With gn or nb reader please?if not that's 100% ok)

Come again :)

[training4theapocalypse]

Tiny Stitches (Adrian Chase x gn!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT, Graphic injury detail, Handjob

Summary: Your Halloween plans are cancelled last minute. You’re ready for a night alone eating Halloween candy until Vigilante comes to your door needing stitched up.

A/N: Based on this ask by @impossibleheartflower - thank you! No pronouns are used but the reader is wearing a slutty nurse outfit. It’s pretty nondescript (e.g. no specific mention of skirt or pants) so the slutty nurse outfit can be whatever you want it to be. Maybe the real slutty nurse outfit is the friends we made along the way.

Masterlist

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You dip your hand in your bubble bath to test the temperature - it’s not exactly going to make up for the fact that your Halloween date flaked at the last second but you know you’ll feel better when you take off this ridiculous costume and sink into the bubbles.

You hear a distant knock from your front door and turn off the tap. 

It’s sort of late for trick-or-treaters. Right? Maybe your apartment is the last stop for the kids who live in your building. You don’t want to end up on a register somewhere so you pull on a robe over your sexy nurse costume.

“Coming!” You rush out of the bathroom to unchain your front door. 

You let out a gasp of shock when you open it. Thud. A man’s body falls backwards into your apartment.

“What the fuck?!” 

Is he… dead?

Dread fills you as your eyes ping over every part of his figure, looking for signs of life. But it’s hard to tell when he’s dressed in a black and teal Halloween costume with his face completely concealed by a mask. 

Almost completely. 

His eyes are just visible behind the red visor on his mask. He blinks up at you. He blinks. He’s alive. 

The man dressed up as the masked Vigilante of Evergreen groans. “It’s me... Sorry.”

That voice is familiar. “Who- ?”

Vigilante stares up at you standing over him. He knows he’s got more pressing matters to worry about than being offended that you don’t recognise his voice but he can’t help it. He’d know your voice anywhere. Hell, he even recognises the way your keys jingle in the hallway when you get home from work. 

“I’m your neighbour… from across the hall.” He clutches his side with one hand so he can rip off his mask with the other. 

Oh.

‘Hot guy’ is the stupid thought that pops into your head when you stare at his upside-down face lying across your doorway. You realise who he is now after all, under his Halloween costume, with his dark, curly hair and sharp jaw - all that’s missing is his glasses. You’re not even sure of his name - you’ve been so used to referring to him as ‘Hot Guy Across The Hall’ in your friends’ group chat for months that you’re more accustomed to calling him that in your head.

‘Hot Guy Across The Hall took a package in for me today.’

‘I bet you’d like to take a package from Hot Guy Across The Hall.’

You snap out of it when you see a trickle of blood drip onto your floor. You look at the gloved hand clutching his side - he’s holding a wound on his abdomen. A dark puddle of blood leaks through the fabric, staining the white parts of his gloves crimson. A new terror sets in as you realise he’s been attacked.

“Please, I need a nurse.”

“This…” You look down at your red and white polyester outfit and the plastic stethoscope around your neck that’s visible underneath your open robe. “This is a Halloween costume.”

“I know that. I’ve seen you in scrubs.”

“I’m a vet.”

“Uh, thank you for your service?”

“A veterinarian.” You stick your head out the door and look up and down the hallway, worried about anyone stumbling upon the bloody scene. “Get in here.” You slip off your robe so you can move freely, then bend down and drag Hot Guy Across The Hall by his underarms into your apartment, sliding him across your wooden floor and shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he's heavier than he looks.

Shit, what was his name?

“Aidan, right?”

“Close enough.” He groans, staring up at your ceiling. 

“Can you get up if I help you?” 

“Mhm,” he winces in affirmation and you bend down to put his arm around his shoulder. He inhales sharply, holding onto his side as you help him across your small apartment into your bedroom. You’re glad your apartment is clean. Not that you’d admit out loud that you’d tidied it specifically just in case your date had gone well tonight.

You help him onto your fresh bedspread. The blood is definitely going to stain your new sheets. Perfect.

“Okay, let’s see what we’re dealing with,” you say, tossing the plastic stethoscope aside and sitting beside him on the edge of the bed so you can assess the wound. “Wait, is your costume a onesie?”

“No,” he groans. “I just need to take off the belt-” He swears when he removes his hand from his side to unfasten his gunbelt. A jolt of adrenaline courses through you when you realise that attached to him are real guns.

“Okay, let me do that. You just keep applying pressure.” You firmly move his hands from his belt to his wound. The sound of metal on metal clicks in your silent bedroom when you gently unthread the belt from the loops. “There we go, you’re doing great,” you soothe as you place the belt and his gun on the floor and roll up the top half of his suit. Your fingers tremble slightly when you realise the fabric under them isn’t cheap polyester. It’s thick. Lined with what you expect is Kevlar. This is no bargain bin Halloween costume.

Oh shit.

There’s a long but shallow knife wound running down his ribs. It doesn’t look like there’s any damage to his vital organs. But it’s gruesome. “I’ll get my car keys - I’m taking you to a hospital.”

“Wait!” He tries to sit up but yelps in pain and lies back again.

“Please, I can’t go there… Too many questions.”

It confirms your suspicions. 

“You’re not dressed up for Halloween.” It’s not a question but you look up to see his response all the same. You’ve been so focused on his injury that you haven’t noticed the way his green eyes have been searching your face. He slowly shakes his head and looks at you beseechingly. Ugh. You can’t say no to those pretty eyes. It’s why you ended up becoming a vet - you just can’t resist the stupid, puppy-dog eyes. 

“I don’t have any anaesthetic. This is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“Thanks.”

“Keep that sentiment in mind when you’re screaming in a second.”

You leave him and boil some water while you busy yourself finding your medical supplies and a bottle of vodka. You set up your things on the bedside table while you sit on a throw pillow on the floor next to the bed.

“God, this is always the worst bit.” He says, squinting at you dipping the gauze in the boiled water, getting ready to clean out the wound.

“Don’t you normally wear glasses?”

“They’re in my pocket.”

You reach into his pocket and carefully place them on his face. “Better?” He nods. “Or maybe you don’t wanna see this?” 

“Aren’t you gonna clean it out with vodka first?” He asks as your hand hovers over his wound, holding the gauze.

“Hell no - that’s only in the movies. Alcohol can damage your tissue. This is for us.” You open the bottle with one hand, take a quick swig and shudder before handing him the bottle.

“Shouldn’t you be sober for this?”

“Hey, the dogs never complain when I turn up to work drunk.”

“They don’t?”

Your face cracks into a smile as you take in the sincerity of his look. “A joke. I’m joking.”

“Oh, right. Yeah.” He takes a long gulp of vodka, screws up his face and passes it back to you.

You clean his wound and he clenches his fists, breathing heavily. 

“So, you said you’ve done this before?” You ask, trying to distract him.

“Yeah,” he says through gritted teeth.

You scan his toned lower abdomen and spot a gruesome-looking scar just under his navel. “Oof, I can tell. That looks like shit.”

“Hey-” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale when you give the wound one last wipe. 

You thread the sterilised needle. “You ready?”

“Wait.” He extends his arm towards the vodka and you pass it to him so he can take another drink. He shakes his head. “Ready.”

“I’ll be quick. I promise.”

He groans when the needle breaks his skin. “So, what’s your name? If it’s not Aidan.” If you keep him talking, you can take his mind off the pain. Keep him conscious.

“It’s Adrian.”

“How about that? I was close.”

“I know yours. I get your packages sometimes.” He says your full name and address as if reciting a poem.

“Well remembered,” you say, furrowing your brow in concentration as you make the next stitch. He grabs your shoulder instinctively.

“Sorry,” he whimpers.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so good.”

His grip tightens at that.

“Anyway, how come you’re home more than me? You always get my packages. Doesn’t doing all this keep you busy?”

“I work nights. Mostly. Evenings too at my other job.”

“You’re a waiter, right? I’ve seen your uniform.”

“Busboy.”

“That’s cool,” you jabber on, focusing on keeping him distracted. “Must be a pretty convincing secret identity.”

“Right?!” He perks up at your compliment, extremely pleased that you think his secret identity is a good one. 

“Bussing tables in the evenings then committing murder at night?”

“It’s not murder.” He grimaces again. The grip on your shoulder is now vice-like. “It’s holding people accountable.”

“Sure, sure…” you say. You feel strangely calm. It’s as if the shy, awkward dude on your bed is just cosplaying as Vigilante. Even though you’re currently stitching up his fresh wound from whatever the fuck it is he’s been up to tonight.

“...You’re not gonna, like, tell anyone, right?” You feel his eyes studying your face as you continue stitching him up.

“That depends. What are you gonna do for me?”

For some reason, his cheeks turn crimson and he blinks rapidly behind his glasses.

“Uh, like what?” he blusters.

“Does your job have any perks?

“Uh… Do you need me to kill someone?”

“No!” And despite the absurdity of the question, you laugh. “I meant like free pink lemonade for life in exchange for stitching you up.”

“Ohhhh, right. I dunno. I might get asked a lot of questions if I give you free drinks.”

“More questions than you’d get at the hospital if I took you there instead?”

“Uh, no, probably not.” He chews his lower lip seriously and it makes you feel bad for teasing him in his sorry state. 

“I’m kidding, dude. My lips are sealed.”

The fact he’s Vigilante doesn’t scare you in the way you know it should. You know you should absolutely phone the police. But you kind of enjoy sharing this. A dirty little secret between the two of you. 

“Pink lemonade is overhyped,” he says after a few beats.

“Is is not! It’s like the best kind of lemonade.”

“It is - ow! Sorry! Okay, sorry for saying it’s overhyped! Pink lemonade is great. Jesus.”

“That wasn’t on purpose - sorry. It’s just the last stitch… Keep holding onto my shoulder if you want?” Before you even finish the suggestion, his blood-stained gloved grips onto your white nurse outfit. “You’re being so brave.” 

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers.

His whimper makes you feel flustered in a way you hadn’t expected. And you’re pretty sure it’s nothing to do with the task at hand.

You can’t think of a response to comfort him. Your bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired - usually, your patients are much fluffier. You stop short of calling him a good boy and patting his head

Finally, you tie off your last stitch and squeeze some antibacterial ointment onto the neat row of stitches. 

“Done. Now take a look at this.” With difficulty, he hoists himself into his elbows to look at his stomach. “Evenly spaced stitches, not too tight, yeah? Now look at these.” You point at the scar on his lower abdomen. “Tiny stitches. They’re too tight. And you shouldn’t make X’s when you sew yourself up. Not bad for a second try, though.”

“That was like the fifth time I’ve done it,” he pouts. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“Look, you can feel how it’s gone all bumpy.” You trace your fingers along the scar, feeling the way the skin has healed unevenly under the trail of hair on his stomach. 

He flushes again as he looks down at you, your fingers brushing his abdomen.

“What?”

“Sorry.” He lies back again, determinedly looking at the ceiling.

“For what? Oh.” Your forearm brushes against something hard in his pants as you remove your hand from his stomach. “My bad.”

“It’s not - ” he winces, trying to sit up further but changes his mind mid-way through. “Fuck.”

“Does it hurt?”

“My… my boner?”

“No!” You crack up laughing again and he joins in uncertainly as if not sure why. “Your very recent knife wound?”

“Oh. Yeah. I mean - no.” His eyes linger on your body and you suddenly feel very aware of the fact that you’re kneeling at his side wearing not very much clothing. He swallows and looks away quickly. “Y’know, I should go. I don’t wanna ruin your night.”

You laugh like it’s nothing. That this whole situation is totally in your comfort zone.

“Don’t worry about it. I was supposed to be going to a Halloween party with a date but they bailed.”

“They bailed on you?”

“Eh, it happens.” You shrug. “They mighta had a better offer.”

“Than you?” He looks at you seriously and pushes his glasses higher up his nose. “No way. Not possible. You’re, like, a ten.”

You tilt your head and look at him carefully. He takes a sharp inhale of breath when you get up from the floor, sit on the bed next to him and place the back of your hand on his forehead.

“Wha - what are you doing?”

“You don’t seem to have a fever…” His eyebrows scrunch together as he gazes up at you through his wire-rimmed frames. “I just thought you might be hallucinating.”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not hot.”

“You don’t have to compliment me just because I stitched you up.”

“Am not!” he protests like you’re teasing him. “I’d compliment you all the time if you didn’t run off every time I saw you.”

It’s your turn to protest. “I do not ‘run off’.”

Although it’s not strictly true. You sort of do. You just thought he hadn’t noticed.

“Uh, yeah!” he says. “When you picked up that package last week? It was kinda impressive how fast you sprinted across the hall.”

You feel heat rising in your neck as you remember it. He had answered the door wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants, grinning as you read the indiscreet label plastered on the front.

‘HOSPITAL HOTTIE - ADULT FANTASY LINGERIE’

You had stammered a quick thanks before fleeing back to your apartment where you shut the door behind you and leaned against it, eyes closed, not sure whether to text your friends immediately with this news or to strip off and take a cold shower. 

You look down at your almost bare legs and smooth out the front of your outfit, now wishing you hadn’t so hastily thrown off your bathrobe. It must look ridiculous.

“Y’know when I saw the label, I thought a lot about what was in that package.”

Your eyes dart up instinctively to see if he’s making fun of you. He’s smiling. But sincerely. It’s a cute smile. With dimples.

“You did?”

“Tch - Hell yeah I did. I sort of… I dunno. Fantasised about this, I guess.”

Your throat feels dry. “About this?”

“Yeah, I mean I thought I might have been dreaming when you actually opened the door like that.”

You look at him suspiciously. “Adrian… did you - did you get stabbed on purpose so I’d take care of you?”

“What? No! I never get stabbed.”

“Never?”

You touch the scar on his lower abdomen again and this time - intentionally - your forearm rests on his crotch. 

“Well, hardly ever.”

“You should let me stitch you up from now on,” you say, as your fingers dance down his stomach. “The next rare occasion you get stabbed.”

The heel of your hand barely grazes the tip of his hard cock through his pants. When his eyes lock onto yours, you know you’re not being slick. He swallows. You freeze. You’re worried you’ve overstepped.

You both stare at each other for a few seconds.

You realise you’ve been holding your breath. “What else was in your fantasy?” you whisper in an exhale.

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes like he’s throwing caution to the wind. “This.” His gloved hand clamps on top of yours faster than you’d have expected in his injured state and he firmly moves your hand over his cock.

Fuck it.

Your hands work urgently, unzipping the suit hugging his waistline and suddenly his warm cock is under your palm.

He suppresses a groan of pain and you look up in alarm, worried that you’ve hurt him somehow but you can see he’s trying to sit up.

“Lie back - you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“It’s - ow, fuck - it’s worth it if I can kiss you.”

You push his chest back gently so he’s lying on your pillows and kneel on the bed to kiss him. As soon as your lips meet his, he tries to lift himself up again, lurching himself deeper into your mouth. Your tongue slips into his mouth as you push, more firmly this time, onto his chest so he can’t sit up.

You lean your forehead against his and his glasses push into your brow. “Keep still. Nurse’s orders.”

“I thought you were a vet,” he says breathlessly.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

You lick your palm, wrap your hand around his cock and slide it along his shaft.

“Oh fuck... Fuck - you’re so hot. Where - where have you been all my life?”

His eyebrows knit together in a beautiful, pathetic sort of way that makes your lower tummy burn dangerously. 

“Across the hall in this slutty little outfit. Waiting to take care of you.”

“Holy fucking shit.” He tenses his thighs and jerks his hips up into your slick fist with a laboured groan.

“Don’t. Stay still,” you tell him sternly. For some reason your reprimand makes him clench his jaw.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Yeah? I bet you do. I bet you’ve been jerking off thinking about it.”

“Y- yeah,” he gasps. His cheeks are flushed pink. You don’t think it’s from embarrassment - you have a feeling he doesn’t embarrass easily so you press on.

“Tell me.”

“I’ve been - shit - I’ve been jerking off thinking about you.”

“Doing what?” Your hand picks up pace and he squirms underneath your touch.

“I told you. This.”

“Just this?”

“Fuck. No.”

“Tell me then,” you repeat.

“I wanted to - oh god - when you ran across the hall, I wanted to grab you.” His voice strains. “Pull down your scrubs and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t forget my name again.”

You feel yourself dissolving then and there. “Shit. I would have let you.”

“Ah - fuck,” he whispers as he throbs under your hand. “Let me. Please.”

“No.” You stay in your kneeling position on the bed - one hand bracing against his chest to prevent him from sitting up and the other pumping up and down his cock. “You’re hurt. Lemme take care of you.”

He whimpers and pushes his head back into your pillows. The muscles in his pale neck tighten as he swallows hard. You can’t resist leaning down and pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed sensitive flesh of his throat.

“Relax, Adrian,” you murmur, your mouth pressed against his skin. 

When his name leaves your lips, his groan vibrates in his throat against your mouth in response.

“Fuck - fuck - you feel so good.”

“You know where’d feel better, right?”

Adrian’s hips jerk up into your hand again. You don’t scold him this time - you let him squirm and work his hips in sync with your fist. He can handle it.

You kiss along his jawline and meet his lips again. 

“Cum for me and you can fuck me when you’re healed,” you whisper.

And quicker than you’d expected - he does.

A shaky gasp leaves his lips and without really realising you’re doing it, you pant with him, breathing each other’s air as spurts of warmth coat your fingers. Your hand flexes along his length as you milk every last rope of cum from him and he collapses back onto your fluffy, white pillows.

Grabbing tissues from your bedside table, he lets you clean him up without complaint as he breathes heavily, staring at your ceiling. 

“Better?” You give him a wry smile and he brings his gaze back to you.

“Yeah…” He looks down at his new stitches apprasingly. “I just wish I hadn’t been stabbed.”

“Yeah, well I’m kind of glad you were.”

He laughs so hard that he winces in pain and holds his side again. “Fuck. You’re kind of a freak, you know that, right?”

“Maybe I just like helping injured little things that give me puppy dog eyes.”

Adrian exhales a gentle laugh and fixes his glasses. 

“Did you mean what you said about stitching me up again?”

You meet his green eyes. “Did you mean what you said about fucking me so hard I’d never forget your name again?”

“Uh, yeah? Obviously.”

“Then sure.” You toss the used tissue into the trash can and kiss him again. “Fucking sounds good. Pink lemonade is overhyped, anyway.”

[powerfultenderness]

ABC

[another random drabble; gn!reader. Rated T+.]

You peered out at the dilapidated building across from where you had parked. “This can’t be it.” You muttered to yourself as you checked the address once more. It was.

Shattered glass crunched under your boots as you stepped out of the car. “Yep,” you looked down and stepped around the rest of the broken glass. “This is definitely a weird punishment.” You continued speaking to yourself, biting down on the gum you chewed a little harder and quicker than necessary. With a final sigh you walked into the building, Henenlotter Video, and hoped for the best.  

Well you got the best. At least Evergreen’s best. As soon as you walked through the door, the people already inside were startled, two of them immediately drawing their weapons on you. Sort of. Peacemaker did. The other guy, well, he tried. He was also trying to hold a mask over his face, the damn thing flopped around so much that even as you raised your hands you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Smith! Chase! Calm down!" A blonde woman scolded the two, "that's the agent I told you about." 

She was about to continue and introduce you, but you couldn't be bothered with that because, Chase…

You whipped off your sunglasses. "Chase? As in Adrian fucking Chase? No way!"

The silly man dropped his mask, holstered his gun, and put on a pair of large framed glasses and sure enough it was your old buddy Adrian! 

His eyes went nearly as wide as his lenses as he shouted your name with as much surprise and enthusiasm before he ran over to you and picked you up in a giant hug. You laughed as he spun you around once, he was definitely stronger than when you last saw him. 

As soon as your feet touched the floor, you grinned up at him. "Adr-mmph!" 

Your words were completely cut off as he grabbed your face in both hands and crashed his lips against yours, his tongue eagerly thrusting against yours. As much as he pressed himself close to you, you pulled him even closer as your hands gripped the scoop of his armor.  

There were a few confused exclamations from the others, but you and Adrian both ignored them in favor of reacquainting yourselves with one another. 

When finally you pulled away his big green eyes stared into yours as a wide grin spread across his face. "Hi." 

You blinked once before your brows furrowed in a glare. "That's fucking disgusting, Adrian." 

Peacemaker laughed loudly and you could see him doubled over as he pointed at Adrian. "Fucking Thimble!"

Adrian blinked slowly at you as the smile on his face fell and he tilted his head in confusion. "What?" After all, it certainly felt like you enjoyed the kiss as much as he did. 

You pulled one hand off of his armor and slapped his shoulder. "You stole my gum, you weirdo, who the fuck does that?!" 

Adrian's little, "oh!" Was nearly drowned out by everyone else's disgusted groans. The big blonde guy sitting behind a computer even gagged. 

Adrian chewed on the piece of minty confection twice before flashing it in his front teeth, "want it back?" 

"No!" You lightly slapped his shoulder again as the others groaned again. 

You took pity on the others and stepped out of Adrian’s embrace. 

The blonde lady, Harcourt if you remembered your Intel correctly (and you always did), cleared her throat. "I take it you two know each other?" 

"Oh yea!" Adrian smirked and nodded while he rather obnoxiously chewed on his stolen treat. 

You sighed, he somehow made it sound dirtier than it was, and introduced yourself. "I used to live here. We grew up together." You paused and looked at him, "had no idea he was Vigilante though. That's so cool." You directed your last thought to him.

He looked at you with another wide smile adorning his pretty face. "It's so fucking cool!" 

"Right." Harcourt spoke warily, "now that introductions are done, let's go over the mission." 

[Masterlist] 

[sandy-the-glader]

Is That Me?

Character: Adrian Chase x Gn!Reader

Type: Fluff

Length: Drabble (500 words)

Summary: All month you have been ranting to your best friend about your celebrity crush and Adrian gets a little jealous. Little does he know that the face is quite familiar.

Trope: established relationship

A/N: Since Peacemaker confirmed that a lot of celebrities exist in the DC universe I thought this was adorable. Also, I saw someone do this with a different celebrity a long time ago so credit to them! Hope this will tie you guys over until I finish the requests since they are taking longer than I thought they would.

"Who is he?" Adrian stood in the doorway of your guy's shared bedroom with folded arms and a concerned look on his face. You looked up from your phone with a confused look.

"Who are you talking about?" You sat up on the bed with your phone in front of you. Adrian sighed heavily

"You know who. The dude you've been talking about non-stop." You couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face. You had been ranting to your best friend over the phone for weeks about this really handsome actor you came across recently because he looked exactly like your boyfriend.

A giggle bubbled up inside you and you started to laugh hard. You couldn't keep hiding the celebrity from Adrian.

"What's so funny?" He frowned at my reply. You almost felt bad but once he realized who it was he would feel much better.

"Are you jealous Adrian?"

"Gonna be honest yes I am a little bit! Who is he?" He came closer to me making me look up at him. Seeing him jealous was honestly really attractive.

"Do you really want to know?" You teased trying to keep pulling a reaction out of him.

"Yes." He whined. You unlocked your phone and typed up the actor you had been obsessing over. You hesitated to show him because the joke was really enjoyable. But you finally flipped over the phone to him and showed him.

At first, he squinted and adjusted his glasses to see the man better. Then his face morphed into confusion and shock.

"Is this me?" He exclaimed scrolling through the images that popped up of him. "He's me but blonde?" He looked so startled.

"No! Freddie Stroma." You giggled. Adrian sat down on the bed absolutely starstruck by the information of him having a look alike.

"Oh my god, I was in Harry Potter." He muttered. You continued to smile and laugh at his reaction. "Are you sure this isn't me? Did you like photoshop my face on some random guy's body?"

"I definitely did not." You watched his face morph into so many emotions. Curiosity, confusion, and some sort of happiness.

"So this whole time you've been obsessing over a guy that looks like me?" He still continued to scroll and look at everything he's done. You nodded a couple of times. "But I'm right here." He shrugged his shoulders. Adrian narrowed his eyes at the screen still flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"But do you have a hot British accent?" you joked.

"Yes. I do now!" He put on a fake voice making you kiss his cheek.

"I just wanted to see how you would react baby." You hummed hugging him from the side. "And now there's an actor that looks like my boyfriend," You repeated to kiss him on his cheek making his face go all warm.

"Please don't say you're going to leave me for actor me." He turned his head and had a look of genuine fear in his eyes for a minute before you cupped them and told him no.

"No honey I'm not going anywhere." He leaned in to capture your lips in a heartfelt kiss that made your heartbeat quicken. You didn't need a celebrity that looked like your boyfriend because you already had him in your arms.

"Are you still jealous?" you joked making him smile.

"Defiantly not because it's me." He smiled like a dork. You were happy to have your love in your life. "I guess I'm an actor now." You shook your head.

"Nah my boyfriend is the badass Vigilante."

[vigsilantes]

kind of a mess (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader Summary: Adrian comes home from a night out as Vigilante and you help clean him up from the fight you didn't go to. Word Count: 1.3k Tags: Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Post-Canon, Reader-Insert Warnings: swearing, gore, blood, knifes, drugs

>>>(read on ao3)<<<

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Working a double shift in a loud, busy cafe all day can absolutely be exhausting. From annoying customers, to screeching children, to complaining dumbasses who messed up ordering their own orders, you definitely had a migraine. Whenever you get migraines, it’s never fun, and all you can really manage to do is lay down and relax. After Adrian picked you up from work, he almost immediately realized you weren’t feeling good, and instead of being his loud, energetic self, he was his quiet, energetic self for the sake of your headache. Quietly, he ran through his day of work at Fennel Fields, and you two complained about work for the ride home. Once you got home, you decided to stay in for the night instead of helping out with Vigilante business. You could definitely use the night off from stopping criminals. So, after Adrian made sure you were all set to be left alone, meaning he made sure you had something to eat and medicine for your migraine, he left your apartment, and you laid down on the couch. You threw on some reruns of Parks and Rec and eventually fell asleep.

A loud thud outside your front door abruptly woke you from your nap, which caused you to frantically jump off of the couch and grab a hidden knife that was strapped under the side table. You slowly approached the door and listened to the other side but all you could hear was shuffling and low mumbling.

“It’s me, babe,” you heard Adrian grumble. You immediately opened the door to see a hunched over Vigilante with wounds all over his body.

“Oh god,” you huffed, threw the knife down, and tenderly pulled your boyfriend into your apartment. “I don’t go out with you guys for one night,” you said with feign annoyance in your voice, Adrian chuckled under his mask. Once you got him in you led him to the kitchen and he sat down. He ripped off his mask and his hair was damp, his nose was bloodied, and he had a cut on his forehead. He looked at you and raised his eyebrows. You got his glasses from his safety pouch and placed them on his face for him, he pushed them up his nose.

“What the hell happened?” you softly asked, and he gave you a cunning look. Turning away from him you quickly ran to grab some medical supplies to clean him up. Luckily it doesn't look like he needs any stitches.

“So, it’s actually a really funny story,” he began, sounding encouraging, but when you turned around to walk back over to him, he was awkwardly smiling. You handed him a towel to hold to his nose and got out antiseptic to clean his cuts. You were now hovering over him, and you lifted up his chin so you could observe him. His eyes were soft as he looked at you.

“Go on,” you offered, wanting to know what the hell he and Chris got into. You began preparing a bandage for him.

“Okay well, we were just going around the town like normal, except in the car a little while after I picked up Chris, he kept complaining about how much Taylor Swift I was playing, which was too much apparently, but that just seems crazy to me, so he was going through my phone and I eventually just pulled over so we could fucking agree on something to play but then we saw these two black shady cars pull up and it ended up being a drug deal an-“

“Hold on, this is gonna sting,” you told him truthfully. You put some antiseptic on a cotton ball and patted his forehead.

“Ouchhhh,” he whined, and gave a weak smile.

“Sorryyyy,” you replied, feeling bad. After he got used to the pain he calmed down. “So?”

“Yeah so, we saw a drug deal!!” his eyes lit up. “It was this weird liquid shit from Gotham that really fucksss people up, and we beat the shit out of these guys to find their suppliers, then once we got to the shipping docks where they had this drug stored – we snuck in, then got in a fight, then got caught for a bit and they tried interrogating us but we didn’t say jack shit obvs, and then we broke out and killed everyone!” he exclaimed, and looked back up at you with fire in his eyes. You stuck the band aid on his cut.

“Seriously, the one night I don’t go out with you dinguses!” your face turned pink, and he laughed. "At least you don't need stitches tonight, babe," you reasoned. He had some blood on the corner of his mouth, you wiped it away with your thumb and let your hand linger there for a second. He stood up and met your lips with his for a passionate kiss, you could tell he missed you.

“How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?” he asked and rubbed your shoulder. “I could get an ice pack or something for you it you need it, honey!?” Even torn to shit he’s still worried about your lousy headache.

“I slept it off, babe, but thank you,” you smiled, and gently caressed his arm, feeling warm inside from how much he cares about you. You finally got a good look at him, and his suit was tattered up a bit, and there was blood seeping through a few spots but it wasnt anything too serious. “Can you help me take off your suit?” you asked, he shook his head. He slowly started undressing, and piece by piece his armor fell to the floor. After shedding off the suit you gently pushed him down to the chair so he could sit, he moaned.

You started cleaning up his wounds and applying Neosporin to some of them, but he was mostly covered in what will soon be bad bruises. After a few minutes of cleaning his wounds and hearing more play-by-plays of the night, you had successfully patched up your boyfriend. You helped him get up so you two could go sit together on the couch. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and he felt a bit cold when you touched him, so you grabbed your favorite knit blanket and wrapped it around him before you sat down next to him. He immediately pulled you close to him and wrapped the blanket around you too. He never cares how much pain he is in; he always wants to be close to you.

“Now I feel bad for not going out with you guys,” you said softly and looked at him.

“Pshh, you don’t even need to, it wasn’t that serious… we’ve been in worse situations, babe,” he stated, trying to make you feel better. “Remember Goff, or those other drug dealers? Now those were some sticky situations,” he tapped your arm playfully.

“Yeahhh but still.”

“Hey, don’t feel bad, for realzies, even though you weren’t there I still heard you in the back of my head which is what helped me loosen my ties to attack them!” he admitted, you blushed.

“Really?” you brightened up, and he nodded his head.

“Yeah! So technically you did help us out there tonight, even from here!” he beamed, he’s always so optimistic, you absolutely adore it. “Thank you,” he smiled and moved the hair out of your face.

“I didn’t do anything bu-“

“Okay well thank you for literally being in my brain and helping me do something to escape but also thank you for cleaning me up,” he grinned, and you couldn’t help but smile. He always makes you cheese so hard, and you will never understand how he does it. “I looked like a fucking mess, didn’t I?” he asked. He pulled you in even closer than you just were and snuggled together on the couch.

“Yeah, you did,” you laughed, “not anymore though, now you're only kind of a mess,” you both chuckled, he rested his head onto yours, you were both tired.

“Awesome! Kind of a mess is something that I can totally work with!” he said, softly kissing your cheek.