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[addycarver]

adrian chase appreciation week - day 3: favorite trait → hidden depth

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[chaseadrian]

ADRIAN CHASE APPRECIATION WEEK day 01. favorite scene ➸ the duck scene + my thought process

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[jeysbvck]

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this)

ADRIAN CHASE APPRECIATION WEEK day 02: fake dating

A/N: day 2 of adrian appreciation week<3 i worked on this after 4 hours sleep, and i was feeling a certain way, so i hope you all enjoy it! please let me know what you think<3

gn!reader

word count: 2.4k

summary: taking Adrian to your cousins' wedding as your fake boyfriend doesn't go exactly to plan.

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You watched Adrian clean his knives, the anxiety of what you were about to do bubbling up inside you. Sure, you were friends with Adrian, and you'd recently developed a little bit of a crush on the guy, but you had no idea how this was about to go. Your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip as you pushed yourself off the chair, ready to bite the bullet.

"Hey Adrian? I have a bit of a, uh, weird favor to ask."

"Murder weird, or sex weird?" Adrian asked. He didn't look at you, nor did he stop cleaning his knives.

"Um, neither?" You exhaled through your nose and picked at the skin around your fingers, unsure of how to proceed. Adrian glanced up at you and frowned.

"Are you okay? You seem nervous."

Yeah, of course you were nervous, you were about to ask your colleague to come to your cousin's wedding with you.

As your fake boyfriend.

Your mother had been visiting, and, after what seemed like hours of passive-aggressive remarks and little digs about your life, something inside you snapped, and you blurted out that you did, in fact, have a boyfriend. She badgered you, pressed for a name, and Adrian had slipped out before you'd even realized what you had said, and now you were stuck in a hole. You had spent days weighing up your options, either fake a break-up, and spend the wedding being reminded you were going to end up a lonely, old spinster, or bite the bullet and beg, barter, or even blackmail Adrian into being your boyfriend for your day.

"I'm fine, just listen?" Adrian hummed in response, and you spoke quickly. "Look, my mum's in town, and I, uh, I told her I have a boyfriend, and-"

Adrian's knives clattered onto the table as his head snapped up, his eyebrows knitted together and his lips curled downwards. "You have a boyfriend? When did this happen?"

"No, that's the thing. I kinda, maybe, definitely told my mum that you were my boyfriend."

"But...I'm not your boyfriend."

You rolled your eyes and sighed with exasperation. "Yes, I'm very aware of that Adrian. This is the favor, could you please just come to my cousin's stupid wedding? Pretend to be my boyfriend for like six hours?"

Adrian didn't say a word, he just stared at you. You were used to him staring, but this was different. It was an intense stare like he was trying to look inside you, deep in your soul, and the blood began to rush to your cheeks, the embarrassment almost drowning you.

"Look, you don't have to hold my hand, or kiss me, or anything like that." Adrian's eyes went wide, and you tried not to think about what that could mean. "I'll just tell my mum it's new, and in a few weeks, I'll tell her we broke up." You spoke, rapidly, and you'd be surprised if Adrian followed any of what you said. "You also don't have to do this, but just remember I have that photo-"

"I'll do it!" Adrian exclaimed. "I mean, I wanna do- I wanna help you."

So that's how you ended up here, sitting at a table with your parents at the wedding, with Adrian playing the role of your boyfriend perfectly. The nerves had been eating you up inside, but when you saw Adrian, in his black suit with a bow tie, your heart melted, and all the nerves disappeared. He looked so handsome, and you had to force your eyes to stick to the road and not stare at him.

Adrian had charmed your parents effortlessly, which took you completely by surprise, and now you were experiencing the usual drivel from your mom; she didn't like your job, she didn't like your home, and she didn't approve of how you dressed, or the fact that you weren't married yet. You knew this would happen, deep down you knew that bringing Adrian didn't matter, she was always going to find reasons to bring you down. So you knocked the drinks back, plastered on a smile, and used your thigh as a stress ball, your nails digging into the skin as you squeezed tightly.

Adrian had never felt so many conflicting feelings. He was ecstatic, being here with you, pretending to be a couple, having the best time, it was everything he'd wanted. He was smug, that you asked him to be your fake boyfriend, and said his name and not Chris, or someone else you knew. More than that, he was angry, at the way your mother was talking to you as if you weren't the most perfect person he'd ever met in his life. She was berating you, about everything, did she not know how utterly amazing you were? He was also confused because the person he knew you to be wouldn't let anyone talk to them this way. He remembered when you threw one of his knives at Chris for making remarks about your body, but here, he watched you get smaller, as you internalized everything your mother was saying. He could see the hurt clouding your eyes, and when he glanced down and saw the vice grip you had your thigh in, something inside him snapped.

"Your child is the most amazing person I know." Adrian said, abruptly. You stared at him, perplexed, and shook your head wildly, begging him not to do this, but he just grabbed your hand from your thigh and held it in his. "They look after me when I'm sick, or injured, they have my back constantly, they're fucking amazing at their job, and every day I've spent with them has made me a better person. Because they make me want to be a better person!"

You could feel everyone staring at you, but you only had eyes for Adrian. There was a burning, raging fire behind his eyes as he finished his passionate spiel, but they never left your mother. You tore your eyes from Adrian to glance at your mom, who was staring right back at Adrian, her jaw slacked and eyes narrowed, and it almost looked as if they were communicating. Then Adrian spoke again.

"You did a really fucking good job raising them, but you gotta come them some slack."

Your mom stayed silent while Adrian pulled you up from the chair and towards the bar. You let him, still shell-shocked about what just went down. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that you'd witness anybody, least of all, Adrian Chase, speak to your mom like that. And he did it for you.

"You didn't have to do that, Adrian." You said. "I can handle her."

Adrian glanced at you and you knew that look. He had seen you crumble apart so easily, he knew you couldn't handle her. But he still smiled at you as he pushed a shot towards you and said, "I know you can, but what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't stand up for you?

You chuckled, once again ignoring the tug of your heart at the sound of Adrian calling himself your boyfriend. You took the shot, appreciating the burn to your throat, but wincing all the same. "Fake boyfriend, remember?"

"Fake boyfriend?!"

You grit your teeth and grimaced before turning to face your mom. You were expecting to see her with steam coming out of her ears, her face as red as a firetruck, but when you looked at her, you saw she looked sad. You couldn't take the disappointed, doe-eyed look from her, so you averted your gaze, opting to look at the floor like you were 5 years old again, then she sighed and walked away.

"Shit." You mumbled to yourself, almost jumping out of your skin when Adrian touched your shoulder.

"Well, that was awkward." He stated, making you roll your eyes, but then his voice softened. "Are you okay?"

"No," you sighed as Adrian patted your shoulder in an effort to be comforting. "I should go talk to her, right?"

"I think so. I'll go steal a bottle of champagne and keep the engine running, so we can make a quick getaway if needed!" He joked. You couldn't help the slight grin from spreading, and your stomach flipped as you thought about how much you wanted to kiss him at that moment. Instead, with one last encouraging smile from Adrian, you went to face whatever wrath your mother was about to unleash on you.

You found her on the veranda, looking out over the beautiful hotel garden. The shrubbery and trees were green and lush, lining the fences, with red roses, purple foxgloves and pink orchids, among other flowers growing all around the garden. It truly was a beautiful sight, and you took it all in as you sat next to your mom.

"Mom, I'm really sorry." You said, faintly. She didn't respond immediately, and you sat there for minutes, unsure of whether she actually heard you. Before you could repeat yourself, she exhaled and shook her head.

"No darling, I'm sorry."

You didn't know what to say as you sat in shock. This was the single last thing you'd ever expected her to say. In fact, it wasn't even on the list of things you'd thought would come out of her mouth. You weren't entirely sure you'd ever heard those words leave her mouth, at least not in this way. They were usually uttered as sarcasm, or in the most passive-aggressive way.

"You're sorry? I'm the one who lied, Mom."

"But I'm the one who made you feel like you had to." She replied, turning her body to look at you. "I know I'm hard on you, a little too hard. God, I swore I'd never be like my mom, but I just woke up one day and you weren't my baby anymore."

"Mom, I'll always be your baby." You replied, reaching your hand to hers. She grabbed it and squeezed it tightly, both of you painfully aware this was a rare moment between the two of you.

"I know you will, but you weren't this tiny thing that wanted me to do everything for you. You were a headstrong and independent person who didn't need me anymore, and it terrified me. But I never wanted you to feel like you had to lie and pretend with me."

"I'll always need you." You shrugged. "I just want to make you proud of me."

"Darling, I'm so fucking proud of you." Your mom said, her eyes filling with tears. "I'll always be proud of you. I love you."

You wiped the tears that had ran down your cheek and fell into your mom's arms. She hugged you tighter than you'd been hugged before, whispering promises into your hair as she kissed the top of your head.

"I love you too." You replied. Then, your mom chuckled, and you knew exactly where she was going next. "Mom, don't start..."

"I'm not starting!" She insisted. "So...Adrian isn't your boyfriend?"

You shook your head under her arm. "No, he's just a friend."

"Hmm. Okay."

"What does that mean?" You asked, pulling yourself from her grip and frowning at her. Your mom just laughed and shook her head.

"I have never, in my life, seen two friends look at each other the way you two do. Not to mention the way he spoke about you all night, not just when he gave me a piece of his mind, but when you weren't around too. He likes you."

"What?" You squeaked, giggling nervously. "He doesn't- well, I mean, of course he likes me, we work together! Not to mention we're friends!" You waved your hand dismissively and your mom laughed.

"Oh please, you don't think I know when my child has a huge crush on someone? I knew when you had a crush on that kid in 10th grade, what was their name again?"

"Mom! Adrian doesn't like me, okay?!"

"Whatever you say, sweetheart. Anyway, I like him." She remarked, and your cheeks started to burn again. "Look, I've gotta go, okay?" You said, rising from the chair, stretching.

She followed your lead and pulled you in for another hug. "Talk to Adrian, yeah? I'll phone you tomorrow, you can give me all the gossip then!"

Once you had said goodbye to the rest of your family, you found Adrian in the hotel parking garage, sitting on the hood of his car with the engine running. When he saw you, he revealed the bottle of champagne from behind his back, a grin beaming across his face. You laughed boisterously, and as your heart swelled up again, you realized your mom was right. She knew when her child had a crush on someone.

"Did it go well?" Adrian asked as you got closer to him. "I'm not usually good at reading people, but you seem okay?"

"Yeah, actually, it went great." You told him, and he raised his hand for a high five. You rolled your eyes and gave him one, and he laced his fingers around yours once your hands connected. You smiled shyly, your tongue running across your lips as your cheeks turned pink. Even under the dim, murky lights of the garage, Adrian's eyes shone brightly, his smile shining even brighter.

"I've been thinking..." Adrian started, and you grimanced.

"That's never a good thing." You teased, and he pouted, making you giggle. "I'm sorry, go on."

"I think we should go on a real date. One where I don't have to pretend to be your boyfriend."

"You wanna go on a date? Even after hearing all the stories my family told about me?"

"Especially after hearing those stories." Adrian grinned. "I meant what I said to your mom. I hope she doesn't hate me."

The size of your grin rivaled Adrian's, and you scrunched up your nose. "No, she approves of you."

"I got Mom's stamp of approval? Nice!" He said, punching the air. "So, about that date?"

He was looking at you with huge, pleading eyes, waiting for you to accept or reject him. You stepped closer, Adrian spreading his legs so you could step between them, your hand still being held and he watched open-mouthed as you leaned forward, closer to him.

"How about right now?" You asked, your lips inches from his.

"What do you have in mind?" He whispered, and you smirked.

"I was thinking we could drink that bottle of champagne and make out?"

Adrian's hands clasped your cheeks and he planted his lips on yours, hard. You both smiled as you kissed, your teeth clinking together awkwardly, making you both laugh.

"That's a fucking great idea."

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[pretendfan]

[Now Your Mine]

(A/N I just had to write something for Adrian on my birthday, hope you all enjoy🖤this is pure self indulgent nonsense!!)

Adrian Chase Appreciation Week

Day 5 // Colours

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x Female Reader

(Summary)

When nothing else works you rely on Adrian’s favourite colour to finally win him over….

(Words)

3260

(Warnings)

Face sitting, angst, fluff, p & v sexy times, idiots in love, miscommunications, admitting feels, happy ending…

Arriving unannounced at your best friends house wasn’t unusual, but you were here for one reason and one reason only.

To make Adrian jealous…

There was nothing else left to do, you had exhausted all previous endeavours trying to get the object of your affection to notice you.

To see you as someone other than one of his oldest friends, who has for at least three years crushed on Adrian from afar, to no avail.

But tonight you had a weapon, knowing Adrian would finally see you as more than just friends, you had previously seen signs that the feeling was mutual but he wasn’t making any moves.

Knocking on Adrian’s front door again, he answers with a smile then silently lets you in whilst you prepare yourself for your greatest performance yet.

Not that you was an actress or anything but you were just going to put Adrian on the spot, force your hand to make him decide and this was the only way how.

“Hey, Ade sorry I didn’t message-“

“That’s cool, y’know you can pop by anytime like any specific time and I will be probably here.” Adrian states with a smirk aimed back at you.

“Cool, cos I need your help I-“

“What’s happened, are you ok?!” Adrian cuts you off grabbing onto both of your arms, green eyes searching your own for a clue.

“It’s fine!” You begin with a laugh then add “ I just need to use your shower, mine is not working and I kind of have a date tonight.”

“A date?!” Adrian squeaks in surprise making you look up at him as he tries to pull a normal face, but you just know he is struggling with this information.

Feeling bad, you knew this was the only way to make up a fake date you had with some guy who hadn’t asked you out at work, just to make him jealous.

Sure, as plans go this one was hugely flawed but it was all you had, that and the secret weapon you had tucked in your large tote bag.

“Oh ok, I mean it’s free the shower and of course you have a date you deserve it but-“

“Thanks, Adrian!“ You lean across on tip toes to kiss him softly on his cheek, which sent you every single time because you adored this guy in front of you.

But there weren’t any words you hadn’t already told Adrian, trying to tell him how you felt with him usual passing it off as a joke keeping you at arms length, but enough was enough.

Leaving Adrian standing there you move around him to head to your destination, his bathroom where you hoped he would soon follow with more questions about your date.

Hearing the door softly click shut, Adrian tries and fails to get a complete hold on his thoughts, you had a date tonight?

Adrian instantly knew this was an awful chain of events, but what could he do other than barricade the bathroom door so you couldn’t get out.

Feelings that he had long since tried to ignore resurface, making his stomach ache like he had eaten far too much candy whilst he suddenly felt very inclined to punch the hallway wall, hard.

This was ridiculous, he knew what he had to do what words he needed to say to make things right to make this sick feeling disappear but his mouth felt bitter around the sentences they couldn’t form.

What if you laughed in his face? Adrian wasn’t very good at opening up to people even you sometimes, so the thought of telling you his true feelings wasn’t a pretty one to say the least.

Standing under the warm shower you smile to yourself when you use Adrian’s shower gel which reminds you of his face which always improved your mood, no matter what.

Finally stepping out you wrap a blue towel around yourself, a little sad that Adrian hadn’t come to talk to you usually he would follow you anywhere to finish a conversation he was invested in.

Maybe he didn’t care that you were actually going on a date , fake or otherwise so perhaps this was all just a waste.

It was time to make use of the secret weapon…

Making sure your towel was perfectly secure you head out of the bathroom, noticing that Adrian had gone from the hallway, where was he?

“Hey, can I get changed in your room?” You call out to Adrian who loudly grumbles some reply in your direction so you take that as a yes.

Heading into Adrian’s room you place your tote bag into the unmade bed, which was covered in his Fennel Fields uniform and cute hat, which you pick up and put on your head.

Feeling stupid you quickly take it off then decide to get changed into the underwear, you hoped that Adrian would see you in very soon and lose his mind.

The colour was very similar to the teal stripe he has adorned on his Vigilante costume, with you knowing full well want Adrian did, the masked anti hero of Evergreen.

For someone who was always so sure to keep himself discreet, you had caught Vigilante breaking into Adrian’a apartment months ago, freaked out obviously until he had started talking.

For a good twenty minutes Adrian had put on a fake voice, asking you why you were here making up lots of bullshit, until he realised it wasn’t working so he finally came clean.

So tonight you wanted him to see this outfit and it drive him nuts, like he would just go insane you wanted him on his knees begging in front or you, ready to be all yours.

Untying your hair from the bun you wore on top of your head, you let your mid length hair fall down into messy curls, that you thread your hands through hoping this was gonna work.

Pulling out the soft silk underwear from your bag you smile to yourself, admiring the teal colour you hoped that Adrian would see and basically just lose the plot.

Sitting on the couch in his small living room, Adrian wonders what he could do to change things, unless it was to late but you hadn’t left the apartment yet.

Perhaps Adrian could persuade you to stay here instead of going on this date, you could watch a couple of movies together instead on the couch cuddling up close.

Adrian always loved it when you threw your legs over his thighs snuggling against him, whilst you listened to him talk over said movie, with you hanging onto his every word.

Right now he wanted nothing more than to just have you here with him, even though you were in his room currently, making Adrian wonder why you were taking so long to get ready.

Before he could think about it Adrian decides to go see you, even though he wasn’t ready to see you looking good for another guy that wasn’t him, it just wasn’t right.

Hell, Adrian knew you looked good in anything he would stare at you happily, even in your old silk pjs with the pants that were too long but you looked gorgeous to him every single time.

Quickly getting up from the couch, Adrian walks towards his bedroom without even thinking about what he was going to say, he just needed to see you.

Standing in your underwear you were very close to just walking out to see Adrian, when you hear footsteps so you decided to put on a show hoping that he would take a good look.

The outfit in question was a soft silk bra, which had a thick ribbon at the front and matching underwear that also had a ribbon on each side of your hip it was very revealing and not something you would just wear everyday.

Adrian looks into his wide open bedroom door to see you standing there, in underwear which made his eyes widen partly because of the colour but mostly cos of how fucking hot you looked.

Hair down loose and curly Adrian takes you all in with a deep gulp that has you turning round, to see your best friend looking at you with big round eyes.

“Hey I-“

“You are not wearing that tonight!” Adrian snaps feeling his blood suddenly start to boil at the very idea of some other guy seeing you.

“Oh, why is that Adrian?” You ask him brushing some curls out of your face noticing the red flush creeping around the back of his neck and the very top of his ears.

“Because I don’t want no one else besides me seeing you like this, fuck you look so hot!” Adrian waves his hands in front of him as if to make a point which makes you smile.

“You think I look hot?” You asks Adrian placing a hand on your waist, whilst pulling your shoulders back so your chest was pushed out.

Adrian is just staring at you still with wide eyes and a open mouth, partly from what he had just admitted but seeing you wearing that underwear had rewired his brain, he wanted you so desperately.

“You know I do.” Adrian states taking a couple more steps into his room, which has you taking a step back when you notice the look on his face.

“So, what happens now?“ You ask Adrian in what you hoped was a confident voice but even you could hear the desperation yourself.

Grabbing onto your lower arm Adrian pulls you closer towards him, with a smug look on his face as he stares down at you with lust filled eyes, you had finally broken him.

“What happens.” Begins Adrian leaning closer to talk right next to the shell of your ear “ Is you stay here with me and I don’t let you out of my sight because your all mine.”

Hitching your breath in response to the words you had so longed to hear, Adrian smiles back at you then places his lips to your neck not moving them just breathing in your scent as you feel his hot breath.

“You drive me so fucking crazy, but I need you, like right now I want to rip off your underwear and fuck you so hard” Adrian finally says in a gravelly voice sounding unsure until he hears you gasp from his words which makes you lick your bottom lip excitedly.

“I’ve wanted this-“

“I know.” Adrian states lifting his head up from your neck to capture your surprised lips in a deep kiss, whilst his warm hands wrap around you middle pulling you closer to his firm chest.

Desperate kisses that make you sigh into Adrian’s mouth, whilst he tighten his grip around you his tongue gliding along your bottom lip only to slide eagerly across your own.

One of your hands reach up to the back of Adrian’s curly hair, running it through then holding firmly onto the soft tufts which makes him groan then bite your lip teasingly.

“Wow.” You announce moving away to catch your breath because Adrian clearly liked kissing, going by the look on his eyes, pupils blown but filled with something that excited you.

“Turn around.” Adrian demands in a voice which instantly has you spinning round on the spot, to feel his hand move some of your hair from your shoulder, then pulling you flush against him he places a chaste kiss on your neck.

Followed by another which makes you relax into the warm feeling of his body against yours, feeling the hard curve of his cock pressed tightly against your lower back.

“I need you-“

You cry out when you feel Adrian bite down on the soft skin of your neck, teeth sinking in only moments later to be replaced by a gentle lick of his tongue.

“Now your mine.” Adrian tells you only to bite down again over the same spot which makes you arch your back against him whilst he continued to feast on your neck.

“I’m yours.” You nod when you feel his warm lips gliding over the bite mark which makes you grab at his face, turning back round to kiss him again.

Lips collide hurriedly as Adrian replaces his hands on your hips pulling you towards his bed where he sits down and then directs you to straddle his lap, which you do in desperation whilst not even breaking the kiss between you two.

Adrian tries to pull at your underwear but it’s difficult with you grinding down into his groin, feeling his jeans tighten which could soon become a problem.

“Let me.” You tell Adrian who groans into your lips so you move letting his hands fall away, only for him to quickly remove his dark blue shirt revealing his toned chest and abs that made you lick your lips.

Adrian just sits there and watches as you slowly untie the silk ribbons either side of your hip, letting your underwear fall to the floor.

“Fuck, your gorgeous!” Adrian whines grabbing hold of your wrists, to pull you on top of him as he falls back onto the bed his lips meeting yours yet again in a hurried wet kiss.

“I-“

“I think you should sit on my face.” Adrian cuts you off already removing his glasses ready, whilst you balance between his waist considering his offer.

“I’ve never-“

“Please, I just want to eat you out and feel you ride my face it’s been a fantasy of mine for ages.” Adrian pleads then adds “ I will make you feel so good, you would look so hot riding me.”

“Ok.” You nod sitting up on your knees to quickly remove your bra which has Adrian staring at your tits, then grabbing them as you travel up his body.

Adrian’s mouth captures one of your breasts as he slowly glides his hot tongue across your already pebbled nipples, causing you to grind into his chest.

“Not yet, come closer.” Adrian jokes as you move your knees between either side of his face whilst he looks happily up at you, dimpled smirk on his face that makes your eager pussy throb.

“What if I-“

“I’ve got you.” Adrian smiles softly up at you placing a kiss on your thigh which makes you bite your lip as he adds “Are you ready?”

You nod silently at the same time that you feel Adrian’s hands grab your ass, then he lowers them to the back of your thighs gripping tightly to hold you in place.

“I need words, princess.” Adrian tells you encouragingly which makes you smirk back.

“I’m ready.” You state brushing some stray curls from his cute face which makes his dimples widen but moments later they disappear when Adrian pulls you down onto his face.

With a little readjusting you feel his hot breath on your soaked pussy, briefly feeling embarrassed, but that disappears when you feel Adrian‘s nose rub against your folds followed by his warm mouth.

Sure you have had someone go down on your before, but you had never sat on someone’s face and be as completely consumed, just like how Adrian was devouring you right now which felt like absolute bliss.

Rocking your hips against Adrian’s skilled mouth soon makes your muscles tighten in anticipation, the thread soon about to break whilst he continues to fuck you with his tongue deep in your pussy.

“Ahh!” You cry out after one last glide of his strong tongue has you fast approaching an orgasm which makes your thighs shake around Adrian’s face whilst he continues to lick you your muscles fluttering with every touch.

“Fuck that was hot.” Adrian smiles as you move back to see his wet mouth, and wide eyed smile placing your hand through his soft hair to momentarily ground yourself.

“I agree-“

“I’m not finished with you yet.” Adrian cuts you off whilst you move your knees back to balance yourself on his chest leaning down to kiss his soft lips tasting yourself whilst he groaned into your mouth.

Feeling Adrian wiggling you look behind you to see him undoing his jeans, freeing his cock which from even at this angle looks long and thick, two things you liked very much.

Backing up further Adrian watches as you lean done to spread kisses across his pecs, licking his nipples which has him sighing as he takes two hands into your mess of curls, moving them so he could see your pretty face.

He drops the hair when Adrian feels your wet folds brush agains the tip of his cock, which makes its bounce hard against your wanting slit.

“There is no going back after this, I want this and I need-“

“I need this too, please fuck me.” You cry out when Adrian jerks his hips up making the head of his cock rub against you teasingly, it was actual agony.

“Fuck your so beautiful.” Adrian begins with a smile then adds “ Let’s stay like this because I want to see your face when you lose control.”

“Ok.” You nod taking this moment to sink yourself slowly down onto Adrian’s cock which fits you perfectly, albeit filling you up completely your muscles throbbing against him in response.

“Dammit you feel so good, your pussy was made for me this is karma, damn is this my prize for waiting so long to fuck-“

“Adrian.” You soothe looking up at him seated on his dick, feeling safe, loved and above all else eager for this to start happening.

“Sorry! Oh fuck!” Adrian groans when you start to slowly move on top of him and he thrust upwards matching your pace, his eyes watching your face the whole time.

The air soon turns desperate when you are rocking faster onto his cock, whist he snaps his hips hurriedly both chasing your orgasms, when you feel yours hit you first closely followed by Adrian who curses loudly.

“That needs to happen again.” Adrian states whilst you chuckle placing your head on his chest, still inside him but smiling to yourself when he wraps his arms tightly around your middle.

“Can we cuddle first.” You smile looking up moving yourself from your seat on Adrian’s cock, laying down next to him as he quickly wraps you into a tight hug.

“I can’t believe you never realised how much I loved you.” Adrian sighs then adds “I was too afraid to say anything like a loser, but I have adored you for years.”

“I never knew what to say, so I wore this underwear to make you see.” You nod with a shy smile.

“My favourite colour, as soon as I saw it I just went mad.” Adrian chuckled placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“It was hot.” You admit teasingly making Adrian groan back.

“I don’t think we should leave this bedroom for the rest of the night, we can lick each other’s sweat to stay hydrated.” Laughs Adrian whilst you pulled a face back at him.

“I’m all for the first part, but I definitely need a water before we continue.” You wink at Adrian getting up from the bed as he grudgingly lets you go.

As your relationship blossoms anew you try to keep things exciting by buying new underwear and outfits to wear in the bedroom, always teal and it’s always extra fun when Adrian wears his Vigilante costume, with the mask still on of course.

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This Ain’t High School

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

@peacemakernet Adrian Chase Appreciation Week: Day 2: Fake Dating

Summary: When you ask Christopher Smith to be your fake date for your 15-year high school reunion, he jumps at the chance to turn some heads and set the rumor mill ablaze. It should be a fun time, but, for some reason, his best friend, Adrian Chase, seems very against the idea.

A/N: While I spell checked and edited some grammar, I didn’t have the spoons for a full edit and proofread. Enjoy though! 💜

CW: None that I can think of, just some fluffy fluff with bonus Chris Smith fluff of being a good friend.

Word Count: 3,835

“Dude, you need to relax,” Chris said, watching you pace the length of his small trailer for the millionth time.

It was getting close to when you two would need to leave. It was your 15-year high school reunion and now the nerves were finally starting to hit you.

You were only going as a joke. People didn’t like you in high school. Well, for the most part. They left you alone, so you didn’t hate your school experience, but you were a weirdo even among the weirdos, and glided through your school years largely friendless. The few you had were still your friends to this day and they all thought you were crazy for going. They certainly weren’t. So, since you and the boys from Evergreen went to rival high schools, you thought it would be absolutely hilarious if you showed up with Christopher “Peacemaker” Smith. He absolutely loved this idea when you asked him.

They were all going to talk anyway, might as well give them something juicy to really gossip about.

While you had first met Chris shortly after you got out of high school and hung out a few times due to mutual friends, you didn’t really count him as a friend until after you reconnected after he got out of prison. You two always had a very brother/sister like connection, but it had gotten stronger in the last year. Chris would freely admit you were his younger Big Sister due to you being slightly younger than him and your tendency to call him on his bullshit like an older sibling would. But you both were confident you could pull off a dating each other vibe.

Neither of you had any interest in dating, he was just grateful to still have the friendship of someone who knew him from before. Chris had told you that many times and you could tell he was a changed man actively trying to be a better person. You promised him you’d help him as best you could and be patient with him. He had really worked that patience sometimes with his offhand comments, but he was getting better you had to admit.

You turned to look at him. He was almost ready and was just tucking his short-sleeved button down into his jeans. He was giving you a look that said, “stop overthinking it.” Before you could say anything, a unique sounding knock came from the front door.

“Come in, Adrian,” both you and Chris called.

The man himself slowly opened the door and walked in, balancing a case of beer on one hip. Adrian blinked in confusion when he saw Chris was dressed up, then his eyes got slightly wider as he looked at you.

“What’s going on here?” he said, eyeing you from head to foot and back again.

You quirked a brow at him. He was looking at you as if he had never seen you before, which irritated you at the moment. You weren’t dressed much different from normal. One of your nicer tops, your casual funeral/wedding pants, and a pair of your nicer shoes. The reunion was in a park on an early summer evening, not the Ritz Carlton. You and Chris both looked nice, but comfortable.

You bit your tongue, not wanting to use your nerves as an excuse to snap at him. You hadn’t snapped at him yet and tried not to since you didn’t have anything against him. Besides, despite your nerves, you were in a good mood and that would just start an argument.

“Oh shit!” Chris said and smacked himself on the forehead. “I’m sorry, I totally forgot to call you, dude. I can’t do movie night tonight, I’m taking Y/N out.”

Adrian had been walking over to set the case of beer down by the table and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He looked back at you suddenly with wide eyes, then back to Chris.

“The fuck?” Adrian said, surprised. “Why?”

“She needed a date to her reunion,” Chris said, checking himself over in the mirror and doing some last-minute preening.

To your surprise, Adrian whipped his head around to look at you, his cheeks red.

“Why the fuck did you ask him?” he almost demanded, a sharp tone in his voice.

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline.

Adrian was not someone you could read or figure out at all. You met him not too long after you started hanging out with Chris again. The fact that you hung out with Chris a lot meant you also hung out with Adrian a lot. You didn’t mind. He was just that perfect balance of adorable and sexy that made him absolutely hot as hell. While you were always very good at maintaining your composure around people you found sexually attractive, he was one of a very select few you had a tough time keeping it cool around. You did it, it was just very hard.

This should be a good thing, though, right? Hot available friend of a friend?

Wrong.

Adrian didn’t like you. You had no idea why. As far as you knew, the only thing you said to him before he immediately went cold to you was “nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you” when Chris introduced you two. He wasn’t mean about it; he just had no real warmth towards you at all. He was polite, speaking to you only when you spoke to him first and was directly to the point when he did, he didn’t ramble to you like with other people. He wouldn’t joke with you or laugh with you, and his eyes always went blank when he looked at you, which he usually didn’t. You could count on one finger the number of times you’d gotten him to crack a smile at your humor.

Oh well. Can’t please everybody, I guess. It was disappointing though after Chris swore the two of you would be crazy about each other. Chris had really hyped Adrian up to you, and you saw what he was talking about. Adrian had a brilliance to him, only it seemed like he had walled you off from it. You had asked Chris about it finally and it seemed like he knew more than he was willing to say, but he assured you that Adrian was fine with being around you. There was that, at least. He didn’t completely hate you, just didn’t care for you. You could handle that. He wasn’t your first “I guess I’ll just admire you from afar then” crush.

This attitude change was completely new. Now it felt like genuine hostility or dislike towards you.

“He was the first person that popped into my head,” you said, answering Adrian’s question with a shrug. But now nerves were starting to get the best if you, so you turned to Chris. Though, maybe Adrian’s right and this is a sign. It was all a dumb idea, if you think about it.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw Adrian nod suddenly before stopping. But you did see Chris’ gaze flicker briefly over to Adrian, his brow raised, then come back to you as if nothing had happened.

“Nope! We’ve had this all planned out for weeks now!” Chris exclaimed, then grabbed his keys off the table before. “And it is a dumb idea, that’s what is so fucking great about it. It’s gonna be a fantastic night! You’re going to have a blast, trust me!”

Chris was an excellent hype man when he wanted to be, and his energy soon had your nerves draining away. A grin came to your face.

“Good point!” you said and grabbed Chris’ hand. “Let’s do this!”

Chris grinned back and started pulling you out the door.

“Adrian, I know you have a key, can you lock up?” Chris said and surprised you by running to open his passenger door for you. “We better go and get to Stone Creek Park before Y/N actually changes her mind.”

“But-“

You didn’t hear the rest of Adrian’s reply since Chris shut your door after you got in. He came around the car and opened the driver’s side.

“-that big of a deal, then hang out here and we’ll get wasted after I take Y/N home,” Chris was saying as he got in the car, then promptly shut the door before Adrian could reply.

“He okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, he’s just being a little bitch about us leaving together,” Chris said, then started the car. “He’ll either get the fuck over it or finally do something about it.”

You thought that was an odd comment, but just nodded in agreement.

As it turned out, all of your nerves were for nothing. You both ended up having a lovely time. The people you most dreaded seeing weren’t even there and you reconnected with a few people you’d lost touch with. Oddly, not that many people recoiled from Chris. While a few kept their distance, most thought his story was fascinating.

The relationship ruse worked perfectly. While it wasn’t going to fuel the gossipers as much as you’d hoped, the secondary reason of going with someone you could talk to was a success. Many times, you two ended up keeping to yourselves as the old cliques grouped together to catch up. Chris stayed in character the whole time, including the kind of PDA you two had discussed beforehand. He even started doing it a lot more than you thought he would, which was great since it made things more believable. It wasn’t anything major, just slight touches that indicate a comfortable intimacy with someone; he would lean in close to talk to you, lightly place his hand on your lower back while walking, softly touching your hand every now and then during conversations, lightly bumping you with his shoulder. When he had something particularly mean to say about one of your old classmates, he’d lightly place his hand on your shoulder and steer you closer so he could lean in close to your ear. He’d whisper whatever he had to say, usually about someone you didn’t like, so it would get a good laugh out of you.

You teased him about how sweet he was being at one point.

“Why is everyone always so fucking surprised when they find out I actually do know how to treat a lady?” Chris feigned hurt, knowing full well you knew some of his past history. “Random fucking notwithstanding, when I’m actually into someone, I don’t act like a total jackass. So, I’m treating you as if I were into you and imaging how I would be several years in.” Then he chuckled. “I gotta take care of my longest running relationship, after all.”

The story was you two stuck to was simple and close to the truth. You had known each other for years but reconnected when he came home. Lies became hard to keep straight when they become too complicated. But, since Chris’ longest relationship was about seven months, and you two were claiming you were just under a year together, you were now his longest running girlfriend.

This had already become an inside joke between you two.

Periodically throughout the night, Chris took an interest in the trees scattered throughout the little park. Since Stone Creek Park was nestled in a little valley just on the outskirts of dense woodlands, there were plenty of trees in all sizes. It was odd, but you thought they looked neat to him or something. It was a nice park, and you were already planning to come back sometime during the day to meander about.

It was close to 11 when Chris pulled up outside your house. Still keeping up the ruse, he tutted at you when you went to get out. Instead, he hopped out and came around to open your door for you again.

You chuckled and got out of the car. “You don’t have to keep doing that, you know.”

“Nope!” Chris said, shutting the door, then offered his arm to you. “I’m invested now! Gotta see it through to the end!”

You snort laughed at that and took his offered arm. Chris set a slow pace as he walked you to your front door, asking you some questions about one of your classmates you had reconnected with. This turned into you telling a story from seventh grade about the person. This resulted in you two standing outside your front door for about ten minutes, talking.

“All right, this has been a lot of fun, but I better get back to Adrian,” Chris finally said.

“Do you really think he stayed there this whole time waiting for you?” you said, surprised.

Chris glanced over at one of the bushes by the sidewalk near where he was parked. You got curious and looked over to the bush yourself. It was very brief, but you thought you saw a flash of what looked like teal and white by it. You blinked a few times and figured the streetlights were playing hell with your eyes again. Chris chuckled, so you turned back to him.

“Probably, knowing him. All right, see you later,” he said and started to turn back to the car.

“Hey, at least let me kiss you on the cheek before you leave so the night ends with a kiss,” you said. “It was a good date, and it feels like inviting bad luck for both of us on our future dating endeavors if we don’t.”

Now it was Chris’ turn to laugh, and he turned back to you, shaking his head. You had some weird quirks and odd superstitions like that at times. It was never anything too bad or weird, so he usually indulged you. “Yeah, my love life is cursed enough sometimes, I definitely don’t need to make it worst.”

Chris leaned down a bit towards you as you were leaning up. Just as he turned his head to present his cheek for your lips, the bush by the sidewalk decided to start yelling.

“What the fuck, dude?!?”

You both stopped and turned to see someone in a black, teal, and white costume try to jump out of the bush, but trip and end up rolling out of it instead with several muttered curses.

Chris raised one hand in greeting.

“Hey, Vig! Fancy running into you here!”

The figure from the bushes then sprang to his feet, ran at full speed toward you both, and then skidded to a sudden stop just a couple of feet away.

It was a little dark on your street at night, so you didn’t recognize the figure until he was within the illumination of your porch light. You blinked several times as you realized this was that crime fighter named Vigilante who ended up helping Chris with Project Butterfly.

Why was he here? Surly he didn’t think you were some kind of threat to Chris? That would be ridiculous.

“Seriously, Peacemaker, what the fuck?” Vigilante snarled at Chris, completely ignoring you.

“What’s got you so steamed, Vig?”

“You know what the fuck has me steamed!”

“Nope, can’t say I do,” Chris shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “You say one thing, but do the exact opposite of what you say, so I really don’t know what’s got you so upset anymore. It’s not like you’re doing anything yet.”

It was like watching a tennis match, your gaze went back and forth between the two men as they argued. Each time your eyes came back to Vigilante, they lingered for longer and longer. There was something familiar there…

“I fucking told you I am working up to it. I will do it, I just…don’t know when.”

Your eyes got wide as it started clicking in your brain. The voice, the mannerism…

“That isn’t good enough, Vig. You’ve been saying that for months now. You’re here now, so, as my dad’s old neighbor would say, it’s time to shit or get off the pot.”

Vigilante raised a finger and his change in stance indicated he was about to retort when the shock finally abated enough to where you could finally speak again.

Your head whipped around from Vigilante to Chris, your eyes wide.

“Holy shit, Adrian is Vigilante??? The fucking Vigilante???” you said.

You looked back over to Vigilante; you could see his eyes were wide behind his visor.

“I-I have no idea who you’re talking about…”

Vigilante started to say, sounding like a panicked Adrian, but then he trailed off when you rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to Chris.

“Now that that’s cleared up,” Chris said. “I’m going to head home since you two obviously have a lot to talk about. Y/N, be sure to ask him about why he has been following us tonight ever since we left my trailer.”

Vigilante huffed, sounding uncertain. “I was not-“

“I was wondering why you kept looking over at the trees,” you said, cutting him off. “You never had an interest in being an arborist before.”

Chris nodded. “Yup. Anytime this fool saw me touch you or lean in, he’d fully expose himself and leave himself wide open to dart to a closer tree to get a better look.”

“I-I-I did no-“

“Good thing the few people at the reunion who saw him thought it was funny and weren’t freaked out,” Chris looked at Vigilante and shook his head. “Not smart, Vig. You know what Harcourt would say about this.”

While you hadn’t met any of the team he worked with (aside from Vigilante, apparently), Chris had told you enough about Harcourt to know she was serious. Vigilante’s head drooped.

Everyone was quiet for a couple of minutes, looking at Vig. Finally, Chris broke the silence.

“You gonna take the mask off? Or do I have to wrestle you to the ground and do it for you?” Chris asked him.

Vigilante sighed again, this time sounding resigned, but he slowly took his mask off. Once that was done, he rifled through a pocket for his glasses, putting them on before finally looking up at you.

You smiled at him.

“Hey Adrian,” you said with a gentle tone, knowing he had to be feeling raw and vulnerable right now.

“Hey…” he finally said.

Adrian suddenly seemed very nervous, your porch light giving away the fact he was turning red. This was also new.

Chris looked back and forth between you two then shook his head before stalking off to his car and driving off to leave the two of you alone.

That didn’t help the conversation flow any easier. In fact, it completely killed what little conversation there was. Adrian shuffled his feet and wouldn’t look at you. You were trying to be patient, but you were also tired after having to be so social today. Your spoons were low.

“Well, it’s getting late,” you finally said, figuring he would’ve said something by now had he wanted to. “You have a good ni-“

“Did you mean what you said when we first met?” Adrian cut you off suddenly with a question.

You blinked,

“That it was nice to meet you?” you asked. “Yeah, Chris had been hyping you up to me for weeks.”

Adrian blinked and finally met your gaze.

“He did?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Said we’d hit it off and I actually had looked forward to meeting you.”

This shocked the man. He stood there and stared at you for a while, then shook his head.

“No, it was before that,” he said. “You actually said it to Chris before I walked up, so I just overheard you.”

You had to think about it for a minute, and then shrugged.

“Honestly, I don’t remember saying anything to Chris before that,” you said, shrugging.

Adrian nodded. “You did. I had just gotten to his trailer and was getting the beer out of the trunk when you said something to Chris.”

You blinked. “How in the hell did you even hear that then? You were like thirty feet away.”

“I have excellent hearing since my eyesight is bad,” he said.

You were pretty sure it didn’t work that way, but whatever.

“Okaaaaay,” you said. “So, what did I say to Chris then.”

“You said, ‘Why the fuck didn’t you warn me that he’s so hot? You just said he’s really cute!’”

Now you remembered. You had said that and could remember the smirk Chris got on his face at that.

“Well, yeah,” you said. “I don’t say shit I don’t-“

Quite suddenly, you were cut off by Adrian’s lips on yours as he kissed you softly, both of his hands coming to rest on the sides of your face. The thick fabric felt warm against your skin, the textured pads on the fingertips slightly rough but not unpleasantly so. Your eyes closed and you tilted your head towards him, leaning into the kids. Adrian started to deepen it, but then broke away, taking a step back.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that since you went out with Peacemaker tonight, but I couldn’t help myself,” Adrian said in a rush, rambling at you for the first time ever, and you found it to be the cutest thing ever. “It’s just, I like you so much, and he knows that, and knows I’ve been wanting to ask you out, but he went behind my back and now-“

It was your turn to cut him off with a kiss. This was what you had been wanting since you first laid eyes on him. There was a very short pause before his hands rested softly on your waist and you draped your arms over his shoulders.

After several intense moments, you slowly broke your lips and looked up at him with a smile.

“Man, I wish I would’ve known asking Chris on a fake date would get me a real date with you,” you told him with a grin. “I would’ve asked him on one months ago.”

Adrian looked confused then blinked.

“Wait…fake date???”

“Yeah, I just wanted to freak the people I used to go to school with out by making them think I was dating Peacemaker,” you chuckled. “He loved the idea since our schools have always been rivals. So, we really went as friends, but told anyone that asked we were dating.

The look of shock and then relief on Adrian’s face was indescribable. He threw his arms around your waist, picked you up and spun you around, while he made whooping noises. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, Vigilante,” you said, pulling away from him and taking his hand in yours. “Let’s get you inside before someone sees you so we can talk about all this.”

If you thought Adrian was adorable before, that was nothing compared to the smile and look of adoration he had on his face as you led him inside.

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[storiedtreasures]

Late Shift (adrian chase x f!reader)

ADRIAN CHASE APPRECIATION WEEK

A/N: Thought I’d try my hand at one!

summary: work sucks, you know- but some coworkers make it suck less. one, at least. (takes place before the show starts while Smith is in prison.)

genre: fluff, slow burn, Adrian Chase x f!Reader

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: innuendo, language

  The first time you talked to Adrian – not about work – was in the breakroom in the middle of a particularly busy Thursday. Marshall, your least favorite waiter, and his gaggle were taking up a whole table and had pulled the chairs from most of the others to prop their feet up. When you walked in Adrian was off at a table with two seats left at it and Marshall immediately invited you to theirs. To his. You gritted your teeth and tried to tune out the blatant innuendos he threw your way. (Tips, he’ll share his tips with you – well, he’s got one you can have for sure.)

Instead, you beelined to Adrian’s table mainly because they hissed “you don’t want to sit there, don’t sit with him”. You sat down pointedly in the chair closest to him and pulled out your phone, thumbing through for a game to distract yourself. Marshall hadn’t stopped talking but you managed to mostly stop listening. Adrian glanced between you and them and said quietly, “I think they’re waiting for you to say something.”

Without looking up, you opened the notes app, typed quickly, and turned the phone to face Adrian.

My mother says if you don’t have anything nice to say, you shouldn’t say anything at all.

He smiled and snickered once before covering it with a cough. Something about his body language said he didn’t want to alienate himself from the assholes across the room. Which was a shame because clearly they’d already done it for him.

The manager ducked his head into the room and laid into the whole group five minutes later, telling them to get their asses back on the floor – apparently, it wasn’t their break. You didn’t move when they left and after another five minutes passed, Adrian asked, “Sorry, should I have said something?”

“Hmm?” You looked up from your phone.

“To them. Earlier.” He nodded to the empty table littered with a comical number of chairs.

“Nah,” you answered and stood. Your break was almost over and you still had to use the bathroom before you headed back to the hostess stand. “I’m a big girl,” you assured. “I can make him regret it all on my own.”

Adrian looked doubtful, eyes narrowed, nose wrinkled. “How?”

You nodded sagely from the doorway. “Tell you what. If you haven’t figured it out by the end of your shift, come find me, I’ll let you know.” You punctuated the sentence with a conspiratorial wink and let the door close behind you.

A few hours later you caught Adrian as he headed out the back door to his car.

“Hey!” He turned to look at you, a little surprised – eyebrows up and lips parted.

“You didn’t come see me; you figure it out on your own?” You asked, head cocked to the side.

He nodded and an open mouth smile stretched across his face.

“Told you,” you shrugged, and laughed when Adrian smiled even broader.

Marshall was still pacing in and out of the breakroom complaining to anyone who would listen about how shitty the back half of his shift was. A whole six dollars in tips for the last four hours. ‘Bullshit’ he kept yelling. Adrian had noticed you sitting less people in his section but he wasn’t certain how you managed to sit only people who wouldn’t leave tips at Marshall’s tables. He briefly wondered if you had asked them at the door.

“Good night!” you called across the parking lot, throwing up your hand and heading back inside. Adrian waved back, still smiling.

***

A few days later, maybe weeks, it wasn’t like your sense of time was intact with two shitty minimum wage jobs, Adrian and you ended up on the same late break near the end of your shift. He seemed happy to sit silently across the table from you for most of the break. The last few minutes, though, he started to fidget incessantly, drawing your attention. When you finally made eye contact, he sat up straighter.

“I was gonna get dinner after we got out – at the Forest Diner. They’ve got really awesome burgers, like the best in town. Probably the whole state? You could come with, if you wanted.” He had tried to shrug casually but it wasn’t convincing.

“Oh, that’s super nice. I just.” You grimaced, hearing how textbook your answer was at this point. “I really want to go home and sleep.” You had said it a million times at your other job to the two girls nice enough to try and include you in their evening plans. You felt guilty as you watched Adrian shake his head and scoff, seemingly at himself, “Yeah, no of course.”

“I do appreciate the offer.” You meant that but whether it mattered to him right now was hard to say. “Maybe some other night,” you tacked on. Thankfully Adrian didn’t actually suggest a specific night as a make-up.

You had pulled your phone out after your shift ended at Fennel Field’s to see that your evening plans had been cancelled. About two minutes later as you shoved your phone back in your bag and got ready to bolt for the door, you heard the waiters rebuffing Adrian as he tried to ask about their evening out. One of the younger waitresses started to ask you if you want to go with all of them to wherever it is they were drinking.

***

The Forest Diner did indeed have awesome burgers, you eventually found out.

“I’ve got plans already,” you answered and didn’t look back at her. It didn’t surprise you the group wasn’t inviting Adrian but they were being downright rude and it pissed you off. You hopped in front of Adrian and interrupted before he could say anything else to them. “So what time does the diner close? Or are they an all-night place?”

Adrian stared at you, obviously lost.

“If we leave now, do we have time to eat or are they gonna lock up before our food gets out?” You jerked your head to the door and he patted his pockets like he was checking for something. “You gonna grab your stuff?”

Adrian headed back over to the lockers, shoved the contents of one into his pockets, and threw his apron and hat in it. Marshall offered you an invite to their gathering as you turned to the door, Adrian not far behind. You sneered, “In what fucking world would I want to do that.”

You had planned on following him there but the second you made it to your car you remembered your basically empty gas tank. Enough to get you to your apartment but not… “Shit, I forgot to fill up before. Can you drive?” Adrian nodded, uncharacteristically nonverbal.

“We didn’t actually have plans, right?” he sounded like he knew the answer but needed the closure.

“Can I ask you something?” he said after you had made it out of the parking lot.

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you want to go to Stoney’s?” he asked quietly after a beat.

“No, I,” you laughed. “My friend cancelled on me last minute and I skipped dinner so I figured we could go to the diner you mentioned a while back.”

“As it stands, I am only willing to be in the same room with Marshall if you pay me. I sure as fuck am not about to do it for free.”

“Sorry about your friend. Are they okay?” he changed the subject.

“Oh no, they’re fine. They ditched me…” you hummed as you thumbed through your text log again, “twelve minutes before my shift ended. I seriously don’t know why we’re still friends.”

“That seems kind of harsh.” His voice was hushed, almost shy.

“I feel like I always go out of my way to make time for the stuff she wants to do and she doesn’t even meet me halfway,” Your memory floated to last Christmas with alarming clarity. “Every gift she’s ever gotten me has just been something she likes.” You added, without meaning to.

“But she got you gifts, that’s being a good friend?” Adrian either didn’t follow your logic or was a little defensive. You couldn’t be sure.

“Yeah, it’s better than nothing I guess but I meant… I don’t know.” You tried to articulate a stray thought that had been living in your periphery for a while now. “I don’t think she even knows my favorite color. I know hers but I don’t think she knows mine.” It was childish and simplified but it’s how you had started to feel about her lately.

Adrian said nothing for a solid minute and you wondered if you had sounded mad at him for defending her. At the next light, he finally broke the silence.

“What’s your favorite color?”

You laughed involuntarily. Snorted, actually. “Oh no you’re not supposed to ask that. I have to think about it,” you covered your face with your hands. It was a shotgun blast to your theory – how can you expect someone to know it if you don’t? Thankfully Adrian didn’t point that out, just waited patiently.

“Phthalo green.” You answered after a not so brief consideration, adding, “My mom watched a lot of Bob Ross when I was kid.”

“Mine’s teal.” He responded proudly. He hadn’t had to think about it.

“Noted,” you said warmly.

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[honeycombstrawberry]

to sprinkle stardust

adrian chase appreciation week: free choice and birthday celebration

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: t (language and mentions of canon-typical violence)

word count: 3,162

one-sentence synopsis: you took time off work to celebrate adrian's birthday, so you're pretty pissed off when you have to waste half that time being rescued by him.

author's note: i have been swamped this entire fucking week (or month, or year, whatever) with work including lots and LOTS of hard work for stuff for my BOOKS so i haven't been able to do as much for @peacemakernet's Adrian Chase appreciation week this week in honor of his birthday!! i'm so sorry!!!!!! please take this silly little fic as penance!!!!!!

>>> read on ao3!! <<<

It is very, very important to you that you’re not late tonight, and yet, you’re still one hundred percent certain that you are going to be late tonight.

“You really don’t know who you’re fucking with,” you repeat to the man who’s got you chained to the wall. There’s a strong bar closed over each of your wrists, holding them above your heads at strange angles, forcing your arms into peculiar twists just to keep you upright. Beneath you, your ankles are bound together in one lock, chained to the wall behind you; if it weren’t for the bars across your chest, your throat, and your waist, you probably would’ve fallen by now.

As it is, you’re just sort of— hanging here, pinned up. It’s deeply uncomfortable, and the rusted stains of blood spattered on the walls and the floor tell age-dulled stories of potential violence to come, but all you’ve done so far is wait.

“I really do,” he replies. You’re not even totally sure who he is, except that he knows who Adrian and Chris are, which seems to be enough for him to have pieced together who you are. “I’m not worried about Vigilante’s pet.”

You frown, brow furrowing. You choose not to comment, biting back the bitterness in your throat so you can instead say, “That’s funny, but not what I meant.”

The man doesn’t stop his examination of the far wall. His back is to you as he observes the racks before him, the cobbled-together collection of pain-implements, presumably selecting what he’s going to use on you. Joke’s on him, though, because Adrian’s definitely already noticed you aren’t where you were supposed to be.

The two of you have been separated all week, work bullshit— both from your real jobs and your side-jobs, your super-jobs— landing you in different places at different times, more often than not. Though you’ve wanted to spend the entire week celebrating his birthday, there’s rarely been any time for him to celebrate at all, let alone time where you’re both together to celebrate. Most of the time you’ve spent together has been eating something quickly for dinner, falling asleep tangled up in each other at home, then eating a quick breakfast the next morning before you have to part ways this again.

It’s been so, so chaotic that you specifically took today and tomorrow off work. Adrian did the same, and you both told Emilia not to expect you around for any missions on these two days.

“Even for emergencies?” Emilia had teased, but you’d immediately agreed.

“Yes,” you’d told her. “Even for emergencies. Actually, especially for emergencies,” while Emilia fought down a laugh and told you that she’d make a point not to bother either of you.

You’d only gone out to get groceries to make his (first) birthday breakfast together, and you had been pretty immediately snatched off the street, still in your plainclothes. Not even in your uniform, which is just— embarrassing, honestly. They must’ve been watching you— Or, at least, knew enough of Adrian and Chris to be able to figure out you lived with him. From there, it was probably just a matter of waiting for you to come out alone and vulnerable.

Or, vulnerable as far as they know. You’re trained to endure far worse than this. The worst you’ve had to put up with so far is the headache from getting knocked out, and the uncomfortable rough-pain of being strapped to this wall with these metal straps. You could endure torture from any of the tools your captor has on the opposite wall. You don’t want to, but you could.

Really, the worst part is that you’re still not celebrating Adrian’s birthday. You specifically took these days off, and you couldn’t even have that.

When you didn’t come back in a few minutes, though, Adrian instantly would’ve gone to look for you. He’s smart; he would’ve figured out what happened quickly. It’s probably only a matter of minutes before he actually s—

The room rattles, then, in the split second before there’s a distant boom, a shuddering explosion at some great distance, muffled by something strange.

Lifting your head as much as you can, with your neck bound the way it is, you ask, “I’m fucking underground, aren’t I? F—”

“Shut up,” your captor orders you, moving to the center of the room. He’s grabbed a long, curved blade in one hand; the other holds a gun, hanging at his side, finger close to the trigger. “They weren’t supposed to come that fast.”

“Vigilante can last when he wants to,” you tell him. You’re mildly disappointed that Adrian wasn’t here to hear that one; it’s not your best work, but you know it would’ve made him laugh, anyway. “Sometimes he just gets excited. You know h—”

“I said,” the man says, turning to glare at you, “Shut up.”

You frown again, but you draw your mouth shut. He’s got the weapons, and Adrian’s not in the room just yet; you’re not stupid, even if you are getting very, very pissed off.

There’s another rattling boom then, closer this time. It sounds like Adrian’s blowing the place apart to get to them, which probably isn’t far off of what the team’s actually doing. You grin, shifting slightly against the wall, trying to get a better position to see the direction they’re going to be coming from.

“Wipe that stupid fucking smile off your face,” your captor tells you. You honestly did not notice he was looking at you again; you don’t stop smiling fast enough, and he advances on you, slashes at you without any real finesse. It’s more a threat than anything, but he manages to catch your cheek for only a second before his blade glances further down your shoulder, across your collarbone, and then away, splitting the collar of your shirt and the skin beneath.

You cry out automatically, your body’s instinctive reaction to the shock of the pain, even though it’s not that bad compared to other injuries you’ve had.

In the instant after your cry of pain, the wall to the underground chamber you’re being held in blows inwards, dirt and rock flying apart into tiny shards of rubble and dust, tearing a hole in the wall. You can’t turn your head away, so you just slam your eyes and mouth shut, trying not to let anything go into your throat, trying to protect yourself.

You’re still unable to stop yourself from coughing, crumbling silt in your throat. Your eyes won’t open, in the dust-fog that’s filled the space, so you just keep them closed, trying to breathe.

It only takes a couple of seconds before two hands are touching your face. They’re strangely smooth, before you realize they have seams—

Gloves, you realize, through the chaos. Your ears are ringing, so you can’t make out the voice that’s speaking to you, but you recognize the feeling on your cheeks, stroking through your hair. Adrian’s here.

“—fucking shit,” Adrian’s saying, when the sharp ringing in your ears fades enough for his voice to become clear. “You’re okay, it’s alright— Fuck—”

You take a shaking breath, coughing again when the dirt in your lungs all comes up and out as you do. It’s easier to breathe, now, with your lungs clear, but you still cough a couple of times to get it all out.

“Hey, you’re okay,” Adrian says. He tilts your face up, gloved thumbs wiping at your eyes. “I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t realize how close you were. Hey, there you go— You can open your eyes now, it’s okay, you’re all set.”

You trust him implicitly, automatically, and so you instantly open your eyes, blinking a few times to clear the last bits of dust clinging to your eyelashes. Adrian sweeps under your eyes, then, and across your cheeks, your mouth, cleaning you off with every clean bit of his gloves he can find. His hands track down, then, as you’re finally focusing your eyes on him. He’s in his entire Vigilante get-up, the full uniform, mask and all; behind him, you can see Chris throwing your captor to the ground while Leota quickly scopes the room with Emilia, searching for anybody else and finding nobody.

“I told you,” John says, stepping through the hole blasted in the wall beside them. “It’s just this one schmuck. We didn’t have to blow the whole thing up, the door’s right there. It would’ve taken five extra minutes.”

“Thanks for hurrying,” you reply dryly, voice gritting with dust. You cough again.

“What if (Y/N) died in the next five minutes, you shithead?” Adrian snaps over his shoulder, hands finding the edges of the wound on your cheek, down your throat, your shoulder, your collarbone, your chest. Gently probing the sides has blood on his gloves and you wincing at the sharp pain of it. It’s not deep, but it still hurts like a fucker, and you want it cleaned and bandaged sooner rather than later. “Aw, shit. Alright— Shit, okay. I can fix this—”

“It’s not that bad,” you assure him. “I’m just sorry about your birthday.”

Adrian’s head lifts, his visor connecting with you as if your eyes could meet through it. This close up, you nearly can see his eyes; you can see the vague shapes of them through the prescription-thick redness of the screen between you.

For a beat, it seems like he’s confused before he huffs a laugh and demands, “My birthday? You dick, you got taken—”

“But I’m fine,” you remind him. “What I wanted to be doing was— I don’t know, getting a cake from that place at the corner with the ones in the case and seeing some dumb movie and enjoying ourselves, like normal people—”

“Hey, no, wait, it’s okay,” Adrian insists, catching your face between his hands again when you start to get worked up. Behind him, over his shoulder, you watch Emilia stand over your captor and blow his head off without hesitation. Just another day in the life, honestly. Your only regret is you and Adrian didn’t get to kill him yourselves for wasting your time. “It’s just my birthday. It’s not a big deal. It’s more important you’re okay.”

While he’s talking, he’s making quick work of the straps keeping you held to the wall. He breaks the one confining your wrists first, then your throat; he has to summon Chris over to help him snap off the ones around your chest and waist, Emilia breaking apart the lock around your ankles while they work.

It feels as though you’re released all at once, and you slump downwards, limbs numb and tingling after being held prone at those strange angles for so long. Adrian catches you against himself, swings you up so you’re in his arms, feeling starting to tingle back through you, now.

“But it’s your birthday,” you repeat, lamenting. You’re just— frustrated, is all. You had plans. You had plans to have no plans, and here you still are, doing your stupid fucking jobs. Well— second jobs, but still. Working.

“And what a great present,” Adrian says, hauling you up and out of the hole they’ve blown into the place. He only briefly releases you so Chris can help him drag you up and out into the sunshine above. It’s not even dinnertime; at least the whole day hasn’t been wasted, and Adrian’s birthday is still coming, so. You can celebrate as much as you want. “You’re alive and well. I’m overjoyed. Thanks, you really shouldn’t have—”

“Shut up,” you tell him, endeared, fond. He knows you don’t mean it, kisses you on the forehead. “Let’s go home.”

“Uh, let’s go to the hospital—”

“This literally doesn’t even hurt,” you tell him, which is an exaggeration, but still. He doesn’t put you down, continuing to carry you out towards the cars in the lot. You can’t help smiling when you see them; everyone drove here separately, it looks like. It makes you want to laugh, thinking of them all meeting up here like they’re just going to hang out, then instantly blowing holes into the ground. “I just want to go home.”

Adrian evaluates you for a suspicious moment. Before he can argue with you, though, Emilia says, “I don’t know, they look fine to me. Clean that shit and stick a band-aid on it, you’ll be good.”

You can’t tell what Adrian’s expression is through his mask, exactly, but you can make a reasonable enough guess. He’s probably exasperated; you know him well enough, though, to know that he’s probably also excited. He had to have been disappointed not to celebrate properly; getting it back is obviously making him happy.

“Are you sure?” Adrian asks. You reach up to tug his mask off, freeing him from it so you can see his face. He’s flush-faced and his hair’s a mess from the motion, but he looks cautiously optimistic, nearly smiling when he sees you.

“Yeah, they’re fine,” Chris says. “Fuck off, go home.”

“Thanks for your help,” you call to them. John’s already most of the way to his own car.

“Glad you’re okay,” Leota stops to tell you. “See you for dinner tomorrow.”

“Seven sharp,” you remind her. You’d been planning to make Adrian a birthday dinner, but with the way you’re anticipating your back feeling tomorrow, you’re— probably going to end up ordering in instead, honestly, which is fine. You can make it a buffet; Adrian can pick out a whole bunch of options, from anywhere he wants.

“Seven sharp,” Leota echoes, smiling. She gives you a wave before she’s gone, too, and Adrian takes you to his car, gingerly loading you into the passenger’s seat.

“You’re sure you don’t want—” he starts to ask, but you cut him off before he can even finish.

“I’m sure,” you insist. “I want to go home. It’s your birthday—”

“Alright, alright,” Adrian says, and shuts your door for you. When he climbs into the driver’s side, still wearing his entire uniform— except the mask, still clutched in your hands— you’re just reminded intensely of how sideways today has gone.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him.

“You’re sorry?” he repeats, incredulous. “Sorry, what the fuck are you sorry for?”

“Fucking up your birthday—”

“You didn’t fuck up my birthday,” Adrian insists to you. He takes your bare hand in his gloved one over the console between you, kisses the dusty back of it. “The doper birthday gift is to have you back. Stop worrying so much, I swear, I’m not mad at you. Why the fuck would I be mad at you? You’re such a dingus sometimes.”

“You’re such a dingus sometimes,” you tell him, but he only grins.

“Got that right,” he says. He glances over at you, though, as he grabs his glasses from the dashboard and shoves them into place belatedly, correcting the car’s course as he does so. “I’m serious. It’s totally okay. I’m not mad at anyone except the shitface that took you. We can still celebrate my birthday.” Drawing your hand up once more so he can press an even harder kiss to the back of it, he promises you, “I’m having a great day, I swear. I love you.”

You smile, leaning back in your seat, just watching him. “I love you, too.”

His eyes are bright when he gives you another smile before turning back to the road, taking you back home. It doesn’t take long to get there, but it feels like an eternity when you weren’t supposed to go anywhere in the first place. You’re also getting uncomfortable, and you’re eternally grateful when Adrian gets you home and immediately helps deposit you in the shower, turning the water on hot and helping you scrub off.

It takes a bit of effort, but, between the two of you, you get yourself cleaned off, your wounds disinfected and bandaged, and the both of you back on the sofa before the sun has even set. Maybe the day hasn’t gone the way you wanted it too, but— You’ve still managed to spend a good chunk of it together, anyway.

“So,” you say, when Adrian’s sprawling himself across the sofa, dropping his head into your lap, burying his face in your thigh. “What do you wanna do now, birthday boy?”

You start carding your fingers through his hair. Your limbs don’t hurt so badly, anymore, and your throat and chest are better, and you’re not even all that mad. Just happy to be home, glad to be with him, again.

His fingers wrap around your ankles, holding tight to you. You let your nails drag along his scalp a bit, pulling through the dark, still-drying curls, soft as you stroke through.

“Kinda just wanna do this,” he tells you. His lips move against the bare skin of your thigh as he speaks. In the next beat, he twists a bit so he’s laying on his side, able to turn his head up enough to look at you without displacing your hand in his hair. “That okay? Or do you want me to go get something for—”

“This is perfect,” you assure him. This is what you’d been hoping for while you’d been held in that stupid place, anyway. You weren’t there long, which— small mercies. You’re just glad to be here now, glad that that was— really, no more than a minor inconvenience, in the grand scheme of things. “Anything you want. Like I said— It’s your birthday.”

He grins. Tilting his head to kiss your thigh, he tells you, “Maybe tomorrow I’ll be up for more,” breath warm across your skin.

“Maybe,” you agree. Stroking along to the crown of his head again, and again, and again— down to the nape of his neck again, and again, and again— along his temples again, and again, and again— you fall into the repetitive rhythm of it, watching as his breaths even, as his color calms, as he relaxes. You hadn’t even realized how much tension was coursing through him until he’s releasing it, holding onto you as he sinks out of panic and into contentment one inch at a time.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” Adrian murmurs sleepily, letting his own fingertips lazily drag up your leg in a slow stroke before he repeats the path in an absent-minded loop. “Don’t ever leave again.”

“You got it,” you agree easily, knowing neither of you could ever keep that promise. You bend down a bit, contorting at a slightly strange angle so you can kiss the side of his head, the temple of his glasses skin-warmed beneath your lips. He smiles when you do, holding you a bit tighter. “Happy birthday.”

“You, too,” he mumbles nonsensically. You smile, hugging him at this sideways-angle before leaning back again, continuing to stroke his hair whale he relaxes, just happy to be home with him.

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Basket Case

ADRIAN CHASE APPRECIATION WEEK day 01. Road Trip

Summary: In which you and Adrian set out on a road trip for work, but he's hiding details of the mission.

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, canon-typical violence, feelings are messy, Adrian has high anxiety

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: First day of Adrian Chase Appreciation Week! Excited to offer this up! We love Adrian here, and I humbly offer my favorite kind of Adrian: bumbling and nervous <3

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Beside you, in the driver’s seat, Adrian drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, fiddled with every knob on the dash, readjusted his seatbelt–again, and cleared his throat.

“Ready?” You asked, your tone light with a laugh just on the edge of your tongue. His nervous energy emanated from him, and he forced out a chuckle.

“Not really.” He admits, before shifting the Sebring into reverse and pulling out of the curb spot he’d managed to snag only a few hours prior. He fidgeted with the volume knob, turning the music up too loud, before overcorrecting and nearly muting the Brittany CD he’d pulled from God knows where.

“What’s eating you, anyway? I’ve never seen you so on edge, or even a little nervous, now that I think about it.” He huffs out a long stream of air, and you suppress the eye roll you feel coming on. 

“I’m not nervous. I’m anxious.” He tells you, like that explains anything–like there’s a difference between those emotions. You sigh this time, less dramatically, but the effect is the same. He cuts his eyes to you, only momentarily leaving the road, before tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

“Care to explain what the fucking difference is?” You grumble, pulling a leg up onto the seat with you, earning another glare from Adrian. He leans over to point at the offending limb. 

“You shouldn’t do that, you know. You’re more likely to become paralyzed when you sit like that.” He scolds, before repositioning himself. You don’t hide your eye roll this time. 

“Then don’t crash the fucking car, Adrian.” You tell him, your annoyance seeping into very real anger. 

“I don’t plan on it! But there are other people on the road, y’know! Drunk drivers, people who text and drive, deer, pothol–” He seems like he could keep this list going, but you aren’t having it this time.

“What’s wrong, Adrian? You’re never nervous.” You repeat, hoping it doesn’t sound as creepy as you’re thinking it does. Maybe it isn’t, you ration, you have gone on countless missions together, both as a larger team and solo, so you know what he’s like pre-mission. And this isn’t it. He’s always composed, but today he’s jittery. You wouldn’t care, you shouldn’t care, except the energy is electric, and your own palms have grown clammy with sweat. You feel his nervous energy wrapping around you like a panic-inducing blanket and you can’t claw yourself free. 

“It’s uh–it really isn–well, the thing is, I–I can’t say.” He finally manages, stumbling from the onset of the sentence.

“What do you mean you can’t say?” you ask, pulling your eyebrows together in annoyance, your own anxiety growing within the pit of your stomach. You imagine this gaseous creature latching on your insides, pulling its way through you, rubbing raw everything it touches–poisoning you as it climbs up. 

“Well, I can’t tell you why either.” He explains, eyes shifting nervously behind his wire-rimmed frames. They’re askew. You bite the inside of your cheek as you contemplate his mood.

“Is it the mission?” You finally ask, and you watch his eyes dart from the road to you and back. 

“Yes.” His short answer tells you more than his body language, and you know he’s lying, but you don’t know why he would. 

“You have to tell me! If you keep shit from me, how can I trust you? Idiot.” You exclaim, gesturing with your hands. 

“It’s a need-to-know sort of thing. And you, well, you don–” He begins, using a knuckle to push his glasses up his nose.

“Don’t need to know?” You finish for him, rolling your eyes again. 

“Exactly!” He exclaims, seemingly excited you’ve caught up and agreed.

“Fuck you, Chase.” You snap, crossing your arms and staring out the passenger window. You’re well and truly pissed now. You hadn’t even been meant to come along, this was some last minute thing that Harcourt had thrown on your lap. Like you had wanted to spend your Friday night, and most of your Saturday, driving to the Fort Peck Indian Reservation in Montana of all places. Let alone that it was going to be a solo mission with Adrian, since Leota was out of commission–a busted ankle after your last chance encounter with a small group of butterflies, Economos straight up refused to go, Harcourt was still recovering from the cow incident, and Chris couldn’t be trusted to not ruin the already tenuous, at best, relationship between yourselves and the reservation.

The dossier had been stuffed full of past meetings with a man on the reservation, a close acquaintance of Murn’s, and one you had to relay some time-sensitive information too. However, with Waller’s funding gone, and the transition of power stalling out at every turn, it was unclear when you’d have proper travel money again. So, Adrian had offered to drive, and you had had no choice but to throw your bag in the back, and hope that nearly twenty hours in the car with him wouldn’t break your spirit.

He’d done it in less than one. Less than thirty minutes, less than five miles from the shitty apartment you shared with Harcourt. 

Your thoughts danced back to Emilia, and you hoped that Chris was a better nurse than he seemed like he’d be. She could manage most things, but she wasn’t up to driving, so getting to and from her physical therapy appointments had been a challenge at first. When it became obvious that you all planned to hang around Evergreen, the two of you had signed a lease together, the first lease either of you’d ever actually needed to sign. 

Like her, you’d been in the black ops game for your entire life, and when Waller presented an opportunity to work with capes, you had joined in an instant. Of course, she hadn’t mentioned that the ones wearing the capes were the villains you’d all worked to put away. Working with Chris Smith in Evergreen had been an even bigger sell for you, having personally known Rick Flag. 

You trusted Emilia, though. Time had softened each of your edges enough that you’d actually admit to a shaky friendship between you. The respect had come easily, but the trust had been built, brick by heavy brick. The foundation was solid, even after all this time, and you were more thankful than ever that she was by your side still. When you’d emerged, bloodied and bruised, from the battlefield after the cow, your heavy eyes had landed on her limp body in Chris’ arms, and your exhausted body had crumpled in on itself. You managed to pull yourself together enough to get to the van, and since you seemed to have the least egregious wounds, you drove to the hospital. 

After Emilia and John were wheeled away, Leota was taken back for a CT scan, and Adrian was hauled to a room for passing out. You had swayed on your own feet, only noticing the trail of bloodied footsteps you had left behind, and with your adrenaline spent, you had gagged on the pain. It exploded through your body, lighting up every inch, every sore and bruised muscle, every bullet graze and knife slice, and the biggest offender, the shrapnel in your leg. 

Chris had called another nurse over after you’d muttered a curse, and you’d gone to your own room. They’d sewn you back together, and you’d left as quickly as you had been admitted. You’d ran into Adrian in the parking lot, still in his hospital gown, and you’d offered to grab the Uber fee.

It was the first time you’d actually spent one on one with him, and you’d found him just palatable enough. You’d made your way into his apartment, just to make sure he didn’t collapse naked outside, and he’d invited you to stay on the couch. You had taken his offer, just for the night, and went back to Emilia the next day. She was stable, but in an induced coma, so you had left. The hotel room had been tossed, but it was still being paid for, you guessed. 

The day Emilia was released, the hotel kicked you out, saying that the card on file was declined. You’d found the cheapest two bedroom you could, and promptly signed the lease. You went on more missions with Vigilante and Peacemaker, or just Vigilante, and that had become the new normal. Suddenly, you went from free-falling through life, with so few tangible connections that you weren’t sure how real they were, to an entire network of friends.

You hadn’t admitted it to any of them, but they were definitely your friends. Especially Adrian. In fact, you had grown so close that you might consider him your best friend, though you’d die before you would tell him as much. Besides, he was still fucking annoying.

“I brought snacks.” He told you, breaking the tense silence that had settled in. You rolled your eyes to him, sighing at his attempt to reconcile. 

“What kind?”

“The best road trippin’ snacks: jalapeño cheetos AND sour gummy worms.” He announced, quoting you from your first road trip together. You’d shown up with two grocery bags of snacks, determined to find the right combination. 

“You liked the war heads and funyuns, though.” You laughed, reaching in the backseat to bring up the gummies.

“Yeah, but you called that combination a war crime, so I figured, we’d go with what you liked.” He explained, lazily waving a hand at you. You pulled out a red-blue worm and fed it to him. 

“Why won’t you tell me what’s going on, Adrian? We never keep stuff from each other, that’s what makes us…” You trail off, not sure where you’re going. Best friends? So good together? Perfect for each other? 

“It’s better as a surprise, trust me?” He turned his head to you quickly, flashing his best puppy eyes, and for better or worse, it worked. You ate in silence, the quiet more comfortable than before, with only the radio providing background noise.

“I’m telling you, dude. Take this exit, we’ll be stuck for hours in traffic if we stay on the interstate.” You complained, holding your phone up to show him the updated google maps route. He doesn’t take his eyes from the road, and merely grunts in response. “Why are you being so stubborn?” 

“We have to go this way.” He mutters, the only thing you can pull from him. 

“You have been so annoying this entire trip, Adrian.” You grumble back, arms crossed and phone held tightly in one hand.

“So have you.” He grumbles back, jaw clenched. You stare at him in horror, and watch as he unfreezes and grimaces at your expression. “I didn’t mean that. God, this whole thing has me so stressed out. I can’t make you mad at me, this whole thing is for you.”

“What’s up?” You asked, uncrossing your arms and narrowing your eyes.

“Shit. Nothing.” He fumbles, looking back at the road. The stand still traffic offered no protection, though.

“Not nothing. What do you mean, “for” me? Aren’t we headed to the reservation?” You clarified, clenching your hand into a fist.

“Uh, well–no, it’s ju–haha well, see, the thing is…fuck.” He stammers out, before tilting his head at you.

“Spit it out, Chase.” You instructed, voice low.

“Chris said I was an idiot, but Harcourt said I was an idiot for not doing this sooner, and Leota said I was being romantic, and now I’m sure you hate me.”

“Romantic? What are you fucking talking about Adrian?”

“Oh, uh, well, I had a whole thing planned out, see I bought this book, but anyway, there wasn’t a chapter about heavy traffic. I don’t know, dude.”

“Adrian, what is going on?”

“I love you! I think I have for a long time, and I didn’t know how to tell you, and I thought if I could take you to this cabin and tell you there it would be perfect. Maybe, if everything went right, you might even love me back. I’m stupid, though. Of course, you wouldn’t love me. I’m an idiot. Sorry, I drug you out here. We’ll just, we’ll just go back.” 

“You don’t think I couldn’t love you? Why?” You murmured, looking at his clenched jaw, clenching your fist to keep your hands from snaking up to trace the delicate bone.

“You’re you. Why would you?”

“Why would you love me, Chase? I’m…” You trailed off, looking down at the console, instead of into the deep green eyes boring into you.

“Perfect.” He finished. You met his gaze finally, and he smiled–a lopsided grin that took your breath. “Beautiful. Strong. Brave. Insanely hot.” You laughed, stopping his list, and his smile only grew. “I would do anything to hear that laugh.”

“You’re an idiot.” You told him softly, biting your lip.

“Yeah, I know. It’s fine, just forget I said anything.”

“No, for thinking I wouldn’t love you back. You’re my best friend, Chase. Of course, I want you too. Now, let’s finish this fucking road trip. You said there was a cabin?” “Yes, there’s a hot tub.” Adrian answered the silent question, and you finally let yourself touch his jaw. You stroked the smooth skin there, and he hummed under your touch. You felt him relaxing, the nervous energy bubbling away, and you smiled, knowing you had that effect on him. Maybe road trips with Adrian Chase weren’t that bad.

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[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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[tj-is-down]

Meet Me in the Motel Pool - Adrian Chase

Adrian Chase Appreciation Week Day 6--Free Choice!

Hey guys, this is my first Adrian fic (second fic overall) and my first fic for appreciation week! I hope y'all like it. Also, to the Peacemakernet folks--I hope this fits in the "free choice" category! I kind of figured that meant anything goes, so this is just a bunch of different tropes thrown together.

Summary: The 11th Street Kids stop at a motel after a mission, and you and Adrian spend some time together. (fluff)

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: Just a fair amount of cursing, that's it! Also, the group goes swimming but there's literally no physical description of the reader so this can be whoever you want! I want to make it so that anyone can see themselves as reader :)

The mission was long. We’re tired as we drive away from the city, having taken care of a situation at the town hall. I don’t want to get into it, but we needed to get out of there as fast as possible before the mayor’s secretary found him the next morning, dead in his office.

Adrian and Chris seem to be the only two who aren’t completely wiped out, the two of them sitting up front as Adrian drives and Chris plays air guitar to whatever crazy music he had picked out for the ride.

I lean my head back against the wall of the van, closing my eyes and attempting to get some sort of sleep before we get wherever it is we’re going. It’s an empty gesture, though; as if Adrian’s reckless driving and Chris’s loud-ass music would allow for anyone to even think about sleeping, let alone actually achieve it.

“There’s a motel about a mile away,” Leota says, and I open my eyes to see her holding up her phone, directions pulled up. “We could stop there for tonight?”

“Yes, please,” Harcourt responds. “I need a real fucking bed.”

“Me too,” Economos adds.

“You guys are pussies,” Chris says. “‘I need a real bed, I’ve never been to prison, I can’t deal with even the most minor inconveniences because I’m a little bitch,’” he continues in a high-pitched voice, a poor imitation of Harcourt. Adrian laughs characteristically loud, finding Chris’s joke to be more funny than it’s meant to be.

Harcourt flips the two of them off. “Fuck you, jailbird.”

“Hey!” Chris shouts, pointing at her. “Say some negative shit about birds, I dare you!”

The two of them erupt into bickering for a few minutes before the van slows to a stop and Adrian tells them both to knock it the fuck off.

“We’re here,” he says. “Harcourt, get us rooms?” He asks.

The five of us grab our bags out of the van before meeting Harcourt at the front of the motel and grabbing our individual room keys.

“Hey, there’s a pool back there!” Chris says, pointing to the other side of the parking lot. “Anyone down for a swim?”

“Absolutely not,” Harcourt says, turning around and walking towards her room.

“Dye-Beard, you in?” Chris asks Economos. Economos just flips him off in response.

“Pussies!” He shouts before turning to Adebayo. “Leota?” He asks hopefully.

She shrugs. “Sure. I could go for a swim.”

He fist-bumps the air. “Hell yeah! Vig, Y/N? You guys coming?”

“I’ll go,” Adrian says. He turns to me. Y/N?”

Truth be told, I’m tired as shit. But Adrian’s got that effect on me, where all he’s got to do is ask, and I’m there. So I nod, and the four of us make our way up to our rooms before changing into swimming clothes and meeting at the pool.

“The sign says it’s closed,” I say as we approach the gate to the pool.

Chris and Adrian are both wearing shorts and no shirt, while Leota wears a t-shirt and shorts, like me. None of us packed a bathing suit on this mission (why would we need to?), so we’re making do with what we have. It was hard not to stare at Adrian, who normally wouldn’t be caught dead wearing so few clothes. When he wasn’t wearing his suit he was typically seen in a sweater and jeans, even in the summer. He looked over at me and I quickly averted my eyes, finding myself interested in a rock on the ground.

“Who gives a shit if it’s closed?” Chris asks. “That’s rhetorical. No one gives a shit, Y/N. Come on!”

He’s got a point. We just killed someone two hours ago; what’s a sign to stop us from doing whatever we want?

It was a good decision. The tiredness I was feeling is quickly replaced by relaxation, and I find myself unwinding for once, rather than the other way around. It’s nice to have this time with the team--minus Emilia and John--since we’re so rarely able to just sit and chill, our time mostly taken up by world-ending threats and Chris’s bigoted family members. We act like children, having races from one side of the pool to the other and back, playing chicken, and seeing who can hold their breath the longest. Chris almost drowns during the last bit, convinced he can breathe underwater due to a technique that he swears King Shark taught him.

After a little while, both Chris and Leota decide to go back to their hotel rooms, but I don’t miss the look they share between them, like they’re keeping a secret. They both wink at me, and it becomes obvious what that secret is, and even more obvious that they’ve orchestrated this on purpose, to try to get me to spend some more time alone with Adrian.

“Everything okay?” Adrian asks, taking me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah!” I tell him. “I’m good.”

“Good,” he says. “‘Cause I’m still not tired.”

“Me neither.”

He takes a deep breath. “You wanna play mermaids?” He asks, only-half joking.

“Hell yeah,” I answer. “But only if I can get the blue tail.”

“No fair! I want the blue tail! Blue is my signature color, and you know that.”

“I thought teal was your signature color?”

“Teal is a shade of blue, Y/N!”

“Oh, is it?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. “Too bad.”

With no warning, he darts across the pool, picking me up and cradling me in his arms. 

“Can I have teal now?” He asks innocently, as if I’m not being physically blackmailed.

I shake my head, refusing to back down. 

He drops me in the water. I flail for a moment, waiting until my brain gathers its sense of direction before pushing off the pool floor and gasping for air as I hit the water’s surface. I cough and sputter a few times, catching my breath, and Adrian raises an eyebrow.

“You good?” He asks. He doesn’t look the least bit sorry. “Need CPR?”

“Mouth-to-mouth? From you?” I wink. “Always.”

He looks down at the pool, embarrassed. I’m worried I’ve crossed a line, so I walk over to him. “Hey, Ade, I was joking--”

Suddenly, he’s splashing me, laughing while pushing gallons of water in my direction. “Yeah, right! You wanna kiss me so bad.”

I start splashing him back, trying to get more water in his direction than he’s trying to get in mine. “I do not!”

“Yes, you do!” He shouts back over the sound of the water.

“Do not!”

“Do, too!”

“Do not!”

I’m so invested in winning this battle that I don’t even notice when he’s stopped splashing back, instead walking slowly towards me. He stops barely a step away, and I stop splashing when I see the serious look on his face.

“You do want to kiss me,” he says, softly. He says it matter-of-factly, like he knows it’s true without having to ask me.

He’s right, of course. “I want to kiss you.”

He grabs my face, closing the short gap between us. I fall into him, letting him lead and take control. It’s the perfect first kiss, and I can’t help but think about how I want there to be more.

Suddenly, a breeze hits my back, and I shiver. He notices, because he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting on mine.

“You okay?” Adrian asks.

I nod. “Just cold.” We’ve been in the pool for likely more than an hour, although I have no way to tell for sure. Although I’m enjoying this--more than enjoying it, actually--I could really go for a warm shower and some sleep.

“You wanna go upstairs? C’mon.” He starts walking towards the shallow end, holding my hand and pulling me with him. When we get out he hands me my towel before taking his and drying his hair. He rustles the towel on his head for a few seconds and then takes it off to shake his head back and forth like a dog. I laugh and he stops what he’s doing, standing up straight and putting his hands on his hips. “Something funny?”

I laugh even more at his “serious” stance, and before long he’s picked me up over his shoulder, walking back towards the pool.

“Feel free to share your jokes with the class,” he says, “or else you’re going back for another swim.”

I cave almost immediately. “Okay, okay, fine!” I shout. He puts me down. “You’re just funny when you’re being cute, that’s all.”

His cheeks grow red, and he looks down at the ground. For once in his life--probably the first and last time--he’s speechless, and it’s another minute before he looks back up at me and smiles. “You’re cute too, you know.”

I smile back. “Thanks.”

We pick up our towels and clothes and start walking towards the motel.

“So, I know it’s kind of late, but I’m thinking we could watch a movie tonight? The Hallmark Channel’s always got something on, if you’re looking for some cheesy shit, or--”

“You want me to go back to your room?” I ask, a hint of worry in my voice. I wasn’t expecting him to ask, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for what that entails. I like Adrian--a lot--but I really don’t want to fuck anything up by moving too fast.

“Yeah, is that okay?” he replies, turning to look at me. Seeing the nervous look on my face, he quickly adds, “No, not like that! I don’t mean--I’m not trying to sleep with you. I mean, I want to sleep with you, but that’s all. Sleep. And maybe cuddle. And maybe make out some more. But that’s it, I swear!”

I chuckle. “Okay, I believe you. I’ll come up to your room, but no funny business.” I point my finger at him and he puts his hands up in mock surrender.

“No funny business, I promise.” He smiles. “Unless you still think I’m funny when I’m being cute, and in that case, there will be lots of funny business. In case you didn’t know, I’m adorable.”

I lightly punch his arm. “Sure you are, Ade.”

“I totally am!”

When we get back to his room he lets me take the first shower, which I happily accept. When I get out I change back into my regular clothes and when I open the door, Adrian is half-asleep on the bed.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” I say, poking his shoulder. “I’m not sleeping with you if you’ve still got your bathing suit on.”

He groans but gets up. “You’re so mean to me,” he says, pouting.

I fake-pout back. “Too bad. Go take a shower and maybe when you’re done we can do some of the making out that you were talking about earlier.”

This gets his attention. He perks up and just about runs to the bathroom, placing a quick kiss on my cheek beforehand. I lay in bed and throw on the covers; despite the warmth of the shower and comforter, I’m still cold. I make the impromptu decision to run to my room to grab my jacket while Adrian’s in the shower, but stop when I see one of his sweaters laying across the chair by the door. I get up from the bed and grab it, pulling it over my head and putting my arms through the sleeves. I’m immediately enveloped in warmth, along with the scent of Adrian. I hug my shoulders, taking it all in.

I lay back on the bed, flipping through the channels for a few minutes before I hear the water turn off and Adrian comes out of the bathroom. He looks at me in brief confusion before taking off his glasses--fogged up because of the steam in the bathroom--and cleaning them with the hem of his shirt.

“Is that my sweater?” He asks, placing his glasses back over his eyes.

“Yeah, is that okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, grinning. He plops onto the bed next to me, eyeing me up and down. “You look hot. Like, damn.”

I laugh and push him so that he almost falls off. “No funny business, remember?”

He over-exaggerates rolling his eyes. “Yes, I know. Now, c’mon. I was promised cuddles.” He takes his glasses off and places them on the nightstand, then turns back to me, opening his arms. I gladly shift over into them. He pulls the covers up over the two of us and takes the remote. “What do you want to watch?”

“I don’t care. You pick.”

“Okay. Fargo it is, then.”

I turn so that I’m facing him. “You’re so lame,” I tease.

He feigns offense. “What? Fargo is one of the greatest shows of all time. You just don’t appreciate good television.”

“Whatever, nerd.” I kiss his lips before closing my eyes and burrowing myself into his chest.

“Uh-uh. You’re not getting off that easy.” He uses his finger to lift my chin so I’m back at eye-level with him. “Say you’re sorry for calling me a nerd.”

“No way.”

He kisses me energetically, pushing his lips into mine and interlocking our fingers. “What about now?”

“Nope.”

Another kiss. “Are you sorry yet?”

I shake my head.

Another kiss.

“If you’re gonna kiss me every time I say no to you, then you’re never gonna hear the word ‘yes’ come out of my mouth.”

He thinks about it for a second before kissing me again.

“I can live with that.”

#peacemaker #dc #peacemakernet #adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #adrian chase fic #vigilante fic #acweek22

[eddiemunsongf]

when adrian first got himself arrested i was like hm whats the plan to get out of there and it wasnt until that little scenelet near the end of the episode when the guard opens his cell and is like ‘youve got friends in high places’ or whatever and adrian looks at him like ? i do? 🥺 that i realized that there was no fucking plan to get out. he saw a way to help chris and he took it without a thought to the personal cost to himself. he was just gonna do the time. that’s insane. that’s an insane amount of love.

#im late and i cant make gifs but THIS one look is my favourite vij scene period #acweek22 #adrian chase #vigilante #this whole episode is THE vij episode #peak awkward comedy when hes lying to adebayo so obviously #peak badassery when he takes out the nazis #peak hidden depths in this scenelet + harcourts car #anyway this isnt meant to be adrian x chris but it can be #its just crazy how much he loves him #its crazy how much he is capable of loving

[addycarver]

adrian chase appreciation week - day four: favorite relationship → adrian and harcourt

#acweek22 #vigilante #adrian chase #emilia harcourt #peacemaker #peacemakeredit #peacemakernet #dc #dctv #dcedit #dctvedit #dcmultiverse #dcgifs #dctvgifs #dcugifs #tvedit #* #they are bffs actually #they told me themselves #also did you guys expect anything else from me really #i am your most predictable mutual

[chaseadrian]

ADRIAN CHASE APPRECIATION WEEK day 04. favorite relationship ➸ Adrian + Eagly

#acweek22 #adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker #peacemakernet #my gifs #mine

[jeysbvck]

good girl.

ADRIAN CHASE APPRECIATION WEEK day 06: free choice

A/N: used free choice day as an excuse to write adrian smut, enjoy!

MINORS DNI

warnings: AFAB READER, nsfw, fingering, slight praise kink, language.

word count: 1.4k

summary: things get hot and heavy after a police chase.

The blaring sirens and red and blue flashes of lights chased after you, seemingly getting closer with every step you took. You were hastily running out of breath, but you refused to stop; even if you wanted to, you couldn't, not with the way Adrian was dragging you down the street by your wrist. He caught you off guard when he made a sharp right turn, into a very tight, dark alleyway. There was barely enough room for one of you, let alone two, but it was hard to be mad about it when Adrian's body was pressed up against yours the way it was. He ripped off his mask and grinned down at you, and as you looked up at him through your lashes, you couldn't help but snigger and Adrian glared at you, struggling to keep a straight face.

"Shhh, you need to be quiet!!" Adrian whispered, in a stern tone. Both your hearts hammered against your smushed-together chests, the sirens getting terrifyingly close. With your breathing semi-regulated, you failed to stifle a giggle, and Adrian rolled his adorable, green eyes, a small smirk dancing on his lips. He brought his finger to your lips and whispered, "Be a good girl, don't make me gag you!"

You squeaked, the heat rushing through your body as your mind raced through what it would be like, to be gagged by Adrian, to hear him call you a good girl while he was fucking you. It was hard to believe there was a time when you weren't attracted to Adrian, that everything he did rubbed you the wrong way, almost grating on you like nails on a chalkboard. Yeah, he was still pretty annoying, but now it was more bearable, endearing, and honestly just downright adorable.

You had met Adrian when you were both coincidentally chasing the same crime circle. You trailed them on your own for weeks, and wherever you found them, you also found Vigilante. The first time, you knocked him out cold, pretty easily, but the second time, he was ready for you. He quite literally got the drop on you, when he fell through the ceiling and fell on top of you. By the sixth time of losing the real targets because you were so focused on trying to outdo each other, you decided it would be best to work together; bringing the syndicate down almost instantly. After that, you just stayed together, having each other's back and keeping each other company. He even, unbeknownst to you, turned down working on a super-secret task force for the government.

Your relationship eventually got the point where you trusted each other with your other identities, confessed your deepest secrets, because really, there was nothing else to do when you were on a stakeout. Emotionally, there was no part of you that Adrian didn't know, and vice versa. You'd definitely, on more than one occasion, thought about what Adrian's body looked like under his tight, Vigilante suit, and or under his casual clothes, what it would feel like to have your legs wrapped around him as he fucked with with as much force as he could. You knew, from the way you caught Adrian looking at you sometimes and how he tried to hide the growing bulge in his front, that he'd had some of the same thoughts. But acting on them was much harder than you realized it would be. You had a really fucking good thing going, and you didn't want to ruin it. But shit, you really wanted him to ruin you.

In the dark alleyway, the sirens had faded into the distance, but you and Adrian stayed still, smirks on both your faces. It was difficult not to stare at Adrian's lips, especially when they were pretty much directly in your eyeline because he towered over you, and especially when he ran his tongue over his lips, the most hypnotic sight you'd ever seen. If Adrian wasn't pinning you against the wall, you were sure your legs would give out from underneath you. Adrian was being anything but subtle, his eyes darting from your lips, to your chest, which was rising heavily against his, and he didn't care that you knew.

"I think the coast is clear," you whispered, the words almost getting stuck in your throat, "I think we could leave."

"Yeah, we could." Adrian replied, yet neither of you moved. Your breathing was in sync with his, chests rising and falling together. His breath was on your face, his bulge growing against you as it stretched the front of his teal and black suit, your stomach twisting as the sensation turned you on. He brought his hand from your sides and tucked the loose hair that had fallen from your ponytail behind your ear, then it made the journey to your chest, lying flat, his fingers resting at the base of your throat teasingly. "Or we could-"

You cut him off by grabbing the back of his neck, crashing your lips together hard. One of Adrian's hands found the bottom of your back, his other slamming against the wall next to your head. You grabbed his clothed bulge and pulled him close to you, eliciting a guttural groan from him as he forced his tongue into your mouth, weaving your tongues together. This was erotically filthy, the way you were roughly grabbing at each other, his hand no longer on your back, but now your throat. Neither of you cared that anyone could catch you, in fact, it made everything so much hotter.

Adrian replaced his hand on your throat with his lips, using it to slip under your t-shirt. He shifted your bra to the side and cupped your breast, squeezing and massaging as he nipped and sucked at your neck, marking you as his. Your head fell back against the wall, your fingers tangled in his curls, the dirtiest sounds escaping your lips. He pulled at your nipple before he slowly traced his fingers down your sternum, your stomach, and slipped into the leggings you were wearing, an almost animalistic sound coming from his throat as he felt the prominent wet patch on your underwear under his touch.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me." He groaned, his fingers sneaking into your panties. Incoherent words left your mouth as his fingers curled up inside you, his thumb teasing your clit while he latched onto your neck once again.

You hated that he was in his Vigilante outfit, because all you wanted was to feel his cock in your hand. Adrian didn't seem to care though, seemingly content with getting you off while rubbing himself against your thigh. His lips left your neck as his teeth nipped at your jawline until he got to your lips, where you welcomed his tongue after pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth. Everything about this was messy, desperate, and passionate, and you loved every second of it.

"Adrian-" you panted into his mouth and pulling at his curls, "-fffuck, I'm close."

He hummed and quickened the pace of his fingers, getting rougher with every thrust. "You're such a good girl, come for me."

All it took was a few more rough thrusts and the feel of his cock rubbing against your thigh, while he muttered various praises and you were seeing stars. Adrian muffled your moans by covering your mouth with his hand as you rode out your high on his fingers, as he whispered, "my good girl." You giggled breathlessly as he pulled his fingers from your leggings, but when he sucked on his fingers and pulled them out with a loud Pop sound, you almost orgasmed again.

"Delicious." He said with a wink, and you pulled him in for another kiss, tasting a hint of your own juices on his tongue. He cupped your head and pulled you away from the kiss, his eyes boring into yours as he removed the hair from your forehead. He gave you a shy smile, which was a stark contrast to what had just happened, and your stomach flipped.

"Hey, do you maybe...wanna continue this?" You asked, shocked by your own shyness. "I know a place not too far away, and I'll return the favor." You winked, darting your eyes down to his prominent bulge.

"Hell yeah! Lead the way!" Adrian said. You turned your back on him, and he took the opportunity to squeeze your ass, making you squeal with surprise.

"Hands off, Vigilante." You said, earning a chuckle from Adrian as he pulled his mask back on and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "You can wait 10 minutes, can't you?"

Adrian smirked and gave your ass another squeeze before saying,

"Okay fine, 10 minutes, and not one second later."

#acweek22 #peacemakernet #vigilante #adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #adrian chase smut #vigilante smut #my writing* #peacemaker hbo

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{It’s my party…}

(A/N I have no idea it’s probably rushed and a mess but enjoy🤣😍💦Happy birthday bby❤️)

Adrian Chase Appreciation Week

Day 7 / Birthday🎉

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x Female reader

(Summary)

It’s his party and Adrian Chase can leave whenever he wants to, until you give him the promise of the best present ever…

(Words)

3447

(Warnings)

18 PLUS ONLY, mention of drinking, oral sex (male/female receiving), p in v action, buzzed but consenting, flirty and fluff, smut time, cute ending of course, idiots in love damn right….

Adrian was having the best birthday ever, even better than the Halloween theme party he had aged ten, but that did of course confuse a lot of kids because his birthday was in June.

Fast forward to right now, aged 31 and he was living his best life, hash tag blessed or whatever because his team had set up a surprise party with lots of booze and you were here as well.

Two weeks ago right here at the HQ when all the other 11th street kids had left, you and Adrian had finally hooked up and it had been so much fun.

Yet since then you had kind of ignored him, despite Adrian noticing you watching his every move around the office so he knew this was something worth investigating.

Adrian knew you as Lady Bird, a terrible name because your costume looked nothing like said bug but more importantly you knew that he was Vigilante.

So right off the bat you two were on equal grounds, anti heroes of Evergreen who assisted his BFF Peacemaker and the other losers who occupied the task force, all here at the HQ just for him.

Chris was in charge of music tonight and even Adebayo’s wife was here, playing air guitar at all the wrong moments but she was having fun, at his party.

Adrian notices you off in the distance, keeping to yourself whilst holding a red solo cup in your hand, he had barely spoken to you tonight so he chose now to be the best starting point.

Not overly drunk but just a little buzzed, Adrian walks over to you with a smirk when he notices you smiling as he stops beside you.

“Happy-“

“So, have you been thinking about that night as much as I have?” Adrian ask leaning closer to you so he could whisper but he was hardly being quiet.

“What night?” You question causing Adrian to stand back up and reward you with a pouty look on his face which makes you smile.

“I’m joking, it was fun.” You smirk nudging your shoulder against his arm which makes him grin down at you happily.

“Right? So I was wondering-“

“Let’s leave the party together?” You ask him with a wink, because you hated gatherings but loved actually leaving parties.

“But it’s my party?” Adrian questions like the last thing he wanted to do was leave the HQ.

“I could make-“

“Hey, let’s party!!!!“ Adebayo cuts you off with a cheer which annoys you until Adrian grabs you by the hand and spins you round.

“Let’s dance-“

“I’m not a-“

Adrian ignores your pleas as he pulls you closer and starts bouncing on his feet, which makes you smile as you watch him pogo up and down on the spot.

The music changed to cheesy eighties tunes which make you smile, and Adrian notices as he grabs you around the waist to pull you closer towards him.

“I’m never gonna give you up-“

“Please don’t sing to me!“ you giggle whilst Adrian sings into your ear, head dipped close to yours as you look up to see Adebayo smiling at you both.

“This is our song now!” Adrian declares leaning back to smile at you as he adds “We work well as a team let’s make it more fun.”

“Let’s leave the party then.” You tell him urgently which makes Adrian arch an eyebrow.

“I can’t-“

“I need to give you your present.” You tell him in flirty voice which obviously gets his attention.

“Ohh present! What is it?” Adrian questions then proceeds to list off a twenty or so useless things he wanted.

“It’s me!” You yell trying to get his attention again before Adrian carried on with wish list.

“You?!” Adrian asks with a boyish smirk on his face.

“I want to give-“

“Does the birthday boy need another drink?” Chris announces whilst cutting you off which of course annoys you but neither of them notice as Adrian is pulled away from you.

Frustrated you had hoped to have been long gone from here by now, biding your time until you could speak to the birthday boy alone and take him back to your place.

It had been fun, the other week at HQ and now you desperately wanted a repeat, plus you knew Adrian was game you just had to get his full attention, and you knew exactly how.

Adrian watches you head out of the office hoping that you wasn’t escaping the party, very close to following you but John starts yelling in his face so he pretends to listen to him instead.

All the while he was wondering what you meant by being his present, he had many thoughts all of which were causing his jeans to tighten and a grin to spread across his face.

Smiling to yourself as you exit the bathroom round the back of the HQ, you head towards the front office on a mission to find Adrian and hopefully have him leave with you.

Adrian cannot help but grin when he spots you re enter the room, a smug smile on your face which intrigues him as you approach standing beside Chris and John who were arguing about something.

“I’m taking Adrian for a second.” You told the guys who were currently lost in their own conversation, so you pulled on Adrian’s arm dragging him towards the office door.

“What’s up-“

“Here.” You hand Adrian the underwear you had taken off in the bathroom, watching as his eyes widen when he realises what he’s holding looking down at you in wonder.

“These are-“

“Come meet me outside in five I’m calling us an Uber back to my place.” You wink at Adrian hoping that now he will get the hint and follow you outside.

Adrian just stands there unsure of his next move whilst he gripped tightly onto the warm fabric in his hand, how was he going to get out of here?

Pocketing the underwear in his jeans, Adrian notices the various states that the team were in, maybe he would avoid Chris and head straight to Harcourt letting her know he was gonna leave.

He would be an idiot not to, but he did kind of wanted to spend more time here even though you were waiting outside for him, wearing a short skirt and no underwear which was the deciding factor for Adrian.

“Hey I’m going-“

“You can’t leave!” Laughs Harcourt with a smile clearly she was drunk, because Adrian had never seen her grin so widely ever before even after a mission.

“I’m taking Lady bird home-“

“Oh really!?” Announces Harcourt winking or at least trying to wink using both her eyes like she was just slowly blinking at him which causes Adrian to chuckle.

“Yeah it’s nothing-“

“Be safe!” Harcourt laughs then patting Adrian on the head like he had done something good she walks off towards Chris.

That was actually easier than he had thought, able to sneak out Adrian glances back to see the team too occupied to notice him leave, which makes him smile.

Outside he spots you on the sidewalk, waiting for the Uber he hoped to take you both to your place , Adrian wanted to literally bounce with excitement but he tried to control the impulse.

“It’s my party, and I can leave if I want to…” Adrian states from behind you his flat hand ghosting across the curve of your ass to make sure the peach coloured skirt didn’t lift up.

“So you’re joining me?” You ask him turning round to face Adrian who glances down with a sexy grin that frames his face.

“You’re my present right-“

“Hey!!” Chris yells causing Adrian to stop talking making you both look round to see the hero in the too tight costume holding his hands up in drunken confusion.

“I’m leaving-“

“Harcourt told me, you two are fucking g-g-going y-“ Chris starts then proceeds to burp loudly which makes you pull a face and Adrian chuckle stupidly.

“Yes, we’re going back to my place.” You tell Chris which makes Adrian’s eyes bug, followed by Peacemaker’s who looks shocked to say the least.

“With him?!” Chris scoffs then shakes his head adding “I take it you like nerds.”

“I’m not a nerd-“

“Fuck yeah I do!” You smirk then stepping forward you pull Adrian closer by grabbing the front of his grey tee shirt, making your lips finally lock in place once again and it was actual bliss.

Adrian ignores Chris’ laughing to pull you closer towards him, his other hand still on your ass protectively because he didn’t want anyone else to see any part of you.

It felt so good to have you this close smelling of warm vanilla and tasting like pure sin, the way your tongue was gliding across his was making him beyond frustrated, he needed you like yesterday and the day before that.

Hearing a horn beep makes you break apart, thankfully Chris had gone back into the HQ by then, leaving you two alone as he follows up to the car back to your place.

“Car for lady?” The middle aged guy questions making you nod and Adrian help you into the back seat.

“I will need to know your real name soon.” Begins Adrian leaning closer to you as the car finally drives off then he adds in a low voice “Because I want to shout it out whilst we are fucking again.”

“That was such a cheesy line-“

“It wasn’t a line.” Adrian states back in a deep voice that has you glancing at him with a smirk on your face.

“Well it’s worked!” You laugh making Adrian grin then seconds later his lips find yours and you continue what you started in the sidewalk.

You gasp when you feel Adrian place one of his hands on your lap then let’s it wrap against your thighs spreading his palm flat his fingers gripping hard into the soft skin.

“I know we should wait but I want to have alittle fun-“

“We can’t!” You whisper-hiss at Adrian placing your hand over his in case the driver could look back and see where your team mates hand was currently sitting.

“I just want to feel how wet you are already for me.” Adrian whispers back in your ear whilst you sigh from his dirty mouth, knowing you were already soaked and ready for him.

Adrian chuckles as you move your legs but just enough for him to notice, moving his hand so his fingers met the apex of your thighs at the same time you try to stifle a moan.

“Fuck, you are already so wet.” Adrian states in a deep voice, brushing several of his fingers over your soaked folds with your hand covering his for some privacy.

“Please!” You begin with a soft whine then swiftly add “This car probably has a camera and you are breaking the law Vig-“

“Shit! Fine, but how far till we get to your place because I am in physical pain right now.” Adrian cuts you off with a groan making you both look down at the apparent bulge framing his jeans whilst he grudgingly move his hand away from you.

“I can help with that.” You smile whilst licking your tongue along your bottom lip which causes Adrian to groan once again.

“We’re here.” The driver announces abruptly making you wonder if he had heard any of your conversation, but right this second you couldn’t care less.

Rushing to your tiny apartment, Adrian waits until you have opened your door and then he is on you even before you can close said door behind you.

With his hands pulling you closer whilst you slammed your door, knowing you would get complaints from your neighbours but right now all you cared about was this night with Adrian.

All because you had wanted a repeat of what had happened at HQ but wasn’t sure how to instigate it until now, this was perfect and you were more than ready.

Guiding Adrian over to your couch you push him back so he falls down, and watches with wide green eyes as you sink down in front of him on your knees.

“Let me help you.” You demand undoing Adrian’s belt then follow it with his zip, a little surprised to see he wasn’t wearing any boxers when you saw his thick cock revealing itself.

Slowly gliding your hand up Adrian’s hard shaft, you wrap it around him tightly which makes his hips jerk up from your touch.

“Be good or I won’t suck your cock.” You tell Adrian who instantly shudders from your words but he stills himself looking up at you with half lidded eyes.

“Ok.” Adrian nods in a small voice which rewards him a stroke of your hand up and down his length which has him tipping his head back.

“Your doing so good.” You tell Adrian who you notice has a pink tinge across his cheeks after he has heard your praise which makes him look so pretty.

“Yeah-“ Adrian smiles already breathless as you continue to slowly pump him watching as his eyes roll back in his head.

“That’s enough of that.” You soon demand moving your hand away which makes Adrian groan but he stops when you replace it with your warm mouth.

“Oh fuck!“ Adrian chokes as you slowly fill your mouth with his cock, hollowing out your cheeks to take as much of him as you can until his head hits the back of your throat.

You just stay there for a few moments lips wrapped near the base of Adrian’s dick, any further down and you would be gagging.

“Wow, your mouth feels so good!” Adrian whines at the same time you slide your tongue up the underside which makes him hiss in response.

Moving your head you look up at Adrian whose eyes spring open, his lips falling open whilst you fuck him with your mouth whilst placing your hands on his thighs tightly.

You sigh onto Adrian’s cock when you feel his hand card through your mid length hair, letting them rest on either side of your head whilst he slowly rocks his hips upwards ever so gently.

“Fuck, this is amazing!” Adrian grits his teeth as he lifts his hips higher, hitting your mouth deeper causing you to gag and him stroke your face.

“You are doing so fucking well, I’m close but I don’t-“

Adrian doesn’t finish that sentence as you swallow more of him, your nose hitting the base of his cock making him cry out and grip your hair tight as he continues to rock himself still inside your mouth.

Slowly moving your head up you introduce your hand, jerking him with your spit with some still hanging from your lips whilst you hear Adrian’s groans getting louder.

“Oh fuck! I need-“

Adrian stops talking as mindless half curses fall from his mouth at the same time, the hot sting of his cum shoots down your throat and you swallow every last drop.

Gently licking his cock until he cannot take anymore, moving your head not forcefully as he strokes down the side of your face affectionately making you look up to see his smiling red face.

“Happy birthday, to me!” He laughs looking down at you with a wicked grin on his face that makes you lean forward to kiss him which he gladly accepts.

“Little Adrian will need a moment, so I want you to switch places with me on the couch.” Adrian tells you in a quietly firm voice that has you doing exactly as he says.

Taking a seat he stands and removes his jeans in one fluid motion, with his grey tee shirt and following suit then he places his glasses next to you folded up neatly dropping to the floor o front of you.

“See, I never got to eat your pussy when we fucked at the HQ and I have wanted to ever since.” Adrian grins then before you can reply he lifts up your skirt then buries his head in between your thighs, his burning mouth covering your soaked cunt.

“Oh!-“ You cry out as Adrian spreads your folds with one of his large hands then inserts his tongue teasing your hole, whilst your pussy muscles throb in delight from the intrusion.

You look down to see the back of Adrian’s head bobbing away under your skirt, making you reach out a hand to grab onto his hair tightly, whilst he continued to tease you with his well versed tongue.

“That is-“

Adrian soon moves his mouth to cover your clit his lips just brushing against the bundle of nerves, which lights up your brain causing your thighs to quiver with excitement.

“I need you!” You cry out when he gently licks your clit with a teasing flick from the tip of his tongue that has your hips snapping up.

“Let me fuck you then!” Adrian states as he reappears from under your skirt, mouth and chin wet as he stands up telling you to turn around on your knees on the couch.

“Fuck yes!” You smirk turning round to feel Adrian’s hands shove your skirt up to your middle, then he pulls you back onto his cock the head brushing delicately against your folds.

“You ready?” Adrian asks in a teasing voice as he slowly moves his head against your slick pussy.

“Yes!” You cry out when seconds later Adrian let’s his cock disappear inside you groaning as he bottoms out and he moves a hand to the back of your neck which makes you gasp.

“Good girl.” Adrian declares as he fucks you at a fast pace which has you gripping onto the back of the couch cushion for support.

“You fuck me so well!” You yell as you arch your body over the couch sinking into Adrian’s relentless thrusts, his cock pulsing around your pussy walls causing you to whine in response.

“Lady you are just so fuck-able, I want to do this day in day out what do you say?” Adrian grunts the question at you whilst you smile to yourself.

“Right now I would say yes to anything!” You sigh with a giggle at the end which makes Adrian moan back.

“This so perfect, you are perfect especially your pussy I-“

“Harder, fuck me harder!” You cry out cutting off Adrian before he escalated and wouldn’t stop talking, it happens too often.

“Ugh! You say the hottest things lady-“

“It’s Y/N, my name!” You shudder as you feel the warmth from your imminent orgasm spread across your stomach and lower back at the same time your spring snaps causing you to scream out.

“Y/N, Y/N fuck!“ Adrian chants as he comes undone moments after, the pair of you both slowing your movements as you chase your highs into submission.

“That was the best birthday present ever.” Adrian tells you into your right ear which makes you turn round to face him, as with a smile he leans forward to gently kiss your lips.

“Happy birthday Adrian.” You tell him in between soft kisses that he spreads across your mouth and cheeks.

“Can I stay?” Adrian asks you faking a yawn which makes you smile at him.

“Only cos your super cute, but sure.” You grin back with an eye roll whilst Adrian fist pumps the air as you both collapse onto the couch together.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom then?” Adrian asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a soft giggle leaving his lips.

“Do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” You ask Adrian with a smile snuggling into his chest which he greatly accepts pulling you closer towards him.

“I feel like big spooning it tonight.” Laughs Adrian which makes you roll your eyes but nod as you stand from the couch taking his hand to make you follow him.

“Let’s go then!” You tell him your hand fitting into his perfectly as you guide him towards your bedroom, not wanting to end the night just yet because there was lots more to do yet.

“I can get used to this.” Adrian smirks laying down on the bed, pulling you closer towards him as he sends gentle kisses down your neck which makes your back arch against his chest.

“Yeah, me too.” You sigh softly which makes Adrian chuckle into your warm neck, as one of his hand ghosts around your waist pulling you flush against his hot body.

Let the fun really begin…

#acweek22 #happy birthday adrian #adrian chase #freddie stroma #vigilante #adrian chase x female reader #adrian chase is a babe #vigilante x female reader #purely self indulgent #peacemakernet #smutty #i’m not sorry #idiots in love basically #adrian chase fan fics #adrian chase x reader #fluff and heart eyes

[tiannasfanfic]

A Birthday of Favorites

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

@peacemakernet Adrian Chase Appreciation Week Day 7: Birthday Celebration!

Summary: It's Adrian Chase's 31st birthday and you have absolutely no idea what to do for it.

A/N: This event has been so much fun, both creating and seeing what everyone else has created! 💜🖤

CW: Cussing, kissing, light groping and implied sex.

Word Count: 2,076

Crossposted to AO3

Today is Adrian Chase’s 31st birthday. You had been trying to think of something to do for over a month now to make this day a special one. So far, you had come up with exactly squat and now you were out of time.

You had a big problem with overthinking things. Second guessing yourself, too. Any time you thought of something that seemed like a good idea, immediately it would be followed by thoughts of, “nah, he wouldn’t like that,” or “that’s too silly, even for him” or something along those lines.

Of course, there was always your default of surprising him with a new lingerie set and fucking all night, which was always a great backup plan. But you’d done that a million times by now. While you knew he certainly wouldn’t complain if you did it again, and that was already in the cards for the end night anyway, you wanted to do something special before that.

But what?

The team had been very little help when you asked them last week. Harcourt and John couldn’t think of any suggestions aside from “a swift kick in the ass” since they always had a tough time picking out gifts for Adrian. They already had theirs, so they were fresh out of ideas. Chris and Leota had a couple of good suggestions each. Chris’ all related to sex (one of which you would be doing tonight along with the lingerie) and the weapons Leota suggested as gifts Adrian would need to give his input on beforehand.

Hmm. Going to the movies maybe?

No, Adrian hated the theater. Or, rather, the theater hated him since he tended to talk through movies unless he was completely sucked into them, which was rare.

Go out to dinner?

No, that wouldn’t work. While you both weren’t really fussy eaters (him more so than you), going out to a restaurant always turned expensive as fuck because you both had the same damn problem of having zero self-control when it came to ordering food. If you both stuck to one entree each and two appetizers, it’d be fine. But no. You both usually ended up with one entree each, one entree both of you wanted to try so you’d split it, no less than three appetizers and something else to split, be it soup, salad or whatever.

You both were absolutely ridiculous, and you knew it.

Gift wise, you were completely stuck, too. You couldn’t think of anything to get him that he didn’t already have or wouldn’t break the bank. Anything small he might want, or if you saw something you thought he’d like, you always got it for him throughout the year. It could be anything from a rock you saw while working in your flower bed or a knife at one of those random corner convenience stores that have everything. Giving small gifts was one of your love languages.

Finally, the day arrived, and you weren’t any closer to figuring it out. You were still awake even when Adrian got home from patrol. That was highly unusual for you. You laid in bed, feigning sleep when you heard him come into the room. Usually, he could tell by your breathing and heart rate that you weren’t asleep, but if he knew you were awake, he didn’t say anything. He just climbed into bed and cuddled up next to you. You figured he knew and guessed what it was about considering what the day was now. You were calmy awake, not panicky awake or worried awake. But at least with him in bed now and holding you close, you were able to finally dose off and get some sleep.

A nap is all it really ended up amounting too. No matter how late you went to bed, you never could sleep past 10am. Even on Saturday’s, like today. It was annoying, but what could you do? Four hours was better than none though.

You carefully slipped out of bed to not wake Adrian, which was easy today. Sometime during the night, he had let you go and rolled over. You quietly picked your clothes from yesterday up off the floor and slipped out of the bedroom. He was still snoring, so you didn’t want to risk waking him by getting into the closet or dresser. After you changed in the living room, foregoing a shower at the moment for the same reasons, you quietly slipped out of your shared apartment.

After that, you sat in your car for a while, still waking up and still trying to decide what to do. Money was definitely a factor in your plans since neither of you made a whole lot. This kind of black ops work didn’t pay well at all since you didn’t technically exist. Hell, after you had moved to Evergreen on your permanent reassignment, you ended up needing to get a second job. You needed up going to work waitressing at Fennel Fields. While you worked closely with Vigilante on the team, working together at the restaurant was actually how you two ended up falling for each other. You didn’t actually know Adrian was Vigilante for five months until you had to take his mask off while he was unconscious, a fact everyone still teases you about. While you still felt bad to this day for de-masking him without his permission, you didn’t have choice. If you hadn’t done it, Chris would’ve. Blood had been pouring out of Adrian’s mask thanks to a broken nose and busted lip, but neither of you knew that’s what it was, and panicked thinking Adrian was drowning in his own blood. He woke up swinging from you attempting to reset his nose while still unconscious, which resulted in a black eye for you. But that was actually the catalyst that finally made you ask him out, which you did later on that night at HQ as he was apologizing profusely while you held ice on your eye.

No, you couldn’t do anything too fancy, you knew, so that narrowed your options quite a bit.

“Oh, fuck it,” you finally said, starting your car. “Simple birthdays full of favorites are good, right?”

It only took a little over two hours to get back to the apartment from shopping and stopping for breakfast. Since it was still fairly early on a Saturday, there weren’t many people out and about. Adrian was still sound asleep. You could hear him snoring from the bedroom as you put the groceries away for dinner tonight. It wasn’t going to be anything fancy, just the one thing you made that Adrian always seemed to request the most often. Your beef enchiladas with Mexican rice.

You didn’t really know why he loved the enchiladas so much. The rice you could understand. That recipe you had learned while briefly living down by the border in Texas on an assignment. One of your coworkers had taught you her recipe, which was taught by her mom and so on, and made absolutely sure you prepared it correctly. The enchiladas though? That was just the recipe off the cans of Old El Paso sauce that you had tweaked to your taste over the years. Regardless, he loved them and raved about them to anyone that would listen, and that’s all that mattered right now.

After putting everything away, you picked up the McDonald’s bag and drink tray, and quietly made your way back to the bedroom.

Adrian had flipped over in his sleep and was now on his stomach, spread eagle in the middle of the bed, with his head between your pillows and his. The blankets had been tossed back, leaving him mostly open to the air except for his boxers.

A grin came to your face as you got an idea. You went over to the dresser, quietly setting the bag and tray down on it. Why the dresser? Well, you knew how Adrian could be when surprised unexpectedly and, if a struggle ensued, the dresser was the farthest from the bed. You didn’t want anything knocked over, especially not the coffee. For once, the frozen drink machine had been clean, so you treated the both of you to Frappe’s. Mocha for you, caramel for him.

With everything sat down, you went back over to the doorway and faced the bed. You got a little bit of a running started, jumped, and tackled Adrian, screaming, “Happy Birthday” as you landed on him.

As expected, Adrian came up swinging. Luckily, since he was on his stomach and you had jumped onto his back, this resulted in the best possible outcome you could’ve hoped for. You were unceremoniously bucked off of him and to the floor, like you had just jumped on a mechanical bull in mid spin.

Adrian sat up then, looking around in sleepy, but alert, confusion. You didn’t say anything, just grinned, as you watched him get more and more confused until he saw you.

“Happy Birthday, sweetie!” you said again with a grin.

He blinked a few times, the confusion not leaving his face.

“Huh?” he finally said, staring at you with a blank look.

Even though he had been talking about his birthday for a week now, Adrian was very easily confused sometimes first thing in the morning.

You hopped up, retrieved everything off the dresser and plopped down at the foot of the bed, sitting across from him.

“Allow me to present, on this most glorious of days, breakfast in bed!” you proclaimed, then gently took his drink out of the tray, and held it out to him. “First, the important bit. One caramel Frappe with extra caramel.”

A smile slowly started to spread over Adrian’s face as he started figuring out what was going on, his green eyes sparkling as he took the drink from you.

Next, you started rifling through the bag, pulling out breakfast sandwiches and hash browns.

“Next, we got a sausage McGriddle, a bacon and egg biscuit with an extra layer of egg and the bacon in between, and two orders of hash browns.”

As you went to hand Adrian those, he softly took ahold of your wrist and gently pulled on your arm, so you were leaning towards him. He softly kissed you.

“Thank you, baby,” he said softly, the tone of his voice filled with love. “You always make me feel special. I don’t deserve you.”

“Sure, you do,” you smiled, reaching up to stroke the side of his face. “You deserve the world and more.”

After looking into each other’s eyes for a moment, it apparently got too serious for Adrian.

“So, when do I get my presents?” he asked, bouncing up and down.

“Later!” you answered, laughing.

“Oh. Later, huh?” Adrian grinned, then waggled his eyebrows at you. “What if I wanted a present now?”

It took you a second to catch his meaning. When you did, your smile turned into a grin.

“Now, huh?” you said playfully, casually resting your hand on his knee. “But isn’t it too early for birthday presents?”

“Absolutely fucking not!” Adrian exclaimed, his eyes wide. “There’s no law that says presents have to be given at a specific time. Or sex, for that matter.”

You chuckled, your hand starting to slowly slide up his thigh.

“Well, you know what they say about having too much of a good thing….” you let yourself trail off as your fingertips started playing with the leg hem of his boxers.

“And they, whoever the fuck ‘they’ even are, are deadass wrong,” Adrian licked his lips, his gaze locked on your hand as you slipped it up further.

“Hmmm, I dunno,” you said, continuing on until your hand was over the growing bulge in his boxers. “Sometimes They can be pretty smart about things.”

“Not this fucking time,” Adrian groaned deeply, his head tilting back on the headboard as you started rubbing him. “Definitely not this fucking time.”

It didn’t take long before he was pulling you over to straddle his lap and breakfast in bed was completely forgotten about. Neither of you really cared.

That’s another reason it was so hard to plan things for Adrian. Plans usually ended up getting tossed out the window in favor of fucking.

It was one of Adrian’s favorite pastimes. And also, his favorite present for any occasion.

But that’s what today was all about. Treating Adrian to all his favorite things.

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