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[petersthree]

Nobody: Chris & Buck, Literal Canon Bisexuals: I'M aN AlLy!

@lgbtqcreators bingo: colour

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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]

getaway car

@peacemakernet event 01: fic exchange for @vigilvntes

You're having a quiet drink alone when you save Adrian from a bar fight.

pairing: adrian chase x reader

warnings: violence, smut, car sex, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), unprotected sex (always be protected), vaginal sex.

word count: 3.5k

a/n: liz i know you've been having a rough time and i hope this cheers you up and i hope you (and everyone else who reads it) likes it! also thank you to @mayhem24-7forever for beta reading<3

You were at your favourite bar, drinking your favourite drink, just like you did every Friday night after work. Usually you'd have company, but with everyone busy tonight, you'd decided to come alone. You didn't mind, but it meant that you resorted to watching everyone else, noticing people you may not have if you weren't on your own. Like the extremely hot, nerdy guy across the bar from you. 

When he saw you staring, he gave you a wave and flashed you a smile that almost knocked you off the barstool. Just from his smile alone, you felt the all too familiar stirring in your vagina, and was that butterflies in your stomach? Work had been extra stressful this week and you needed a certain type of release, because doing it yourself hadn't been working. You had been considering calling your ex for a hook-up, but this...this could be better, and a lot simpler. You put the end of your straw between your teeth, as you smiled and waved back, before looking away, hoping to draw him in. Even after you looked away, you could still feel his gaze on you; like a cheetah preying on a gazelle. It took everything in you not to look at him, instead you opted to take out your phone and scroll on social media.

After a while, you caved and stole a glance. He wasn't staring at you now, but at a large bald man who was towering over him. The guy you'd been eyeing up was smiling, which was strange considering the bald guy looked as if he was about to explode with rage; not only was his face beetroot red, but his whole head was too, you really wouldn't have been surprised if smoke started steaming out of his ears! "Your" guy stood up, scooted past the angry guy, said something to him and started walking in your direction. You were mesmerised but you weren't sure why. Was it because there was finally some drama happening that you weren't a part of? Or was it the way he looked so small compared to the other guy, yet he seemed so unfazed?

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a loud crash; the bald guy had just thrown a barstool and was now stomping towards "your" guy. Before your brain had time to catch up, before you even knew what you were doing, you had stood up and put yourself in between the two men, stopping the bald guy from taking a cheap punch to the back of "your" guys head.

"Move." He spat, glaring down at you in an attempt to be menacing, but you stood your ground.

"I don't think so." You replied. You could hear your heartbeat as if it was in your ears, not your chest and you could feel your hands begin to shake, but you held your stance.

The bald guy smirked, making the hairs on your arms stand up and you forced yourself to endure the chill down your back. You weren't about to back down now, not when the whole bar was staring in a stunned silence at the David and Goliath type standoff happening in front of them.

"Come on sweetheart, don't be stupid."

You rolled your eyes with disgust. "Don't give me a reason to be."

The bald man sighed, seemingly done with entertaining this any longer. He grabbed your arm and practically flung you behind him, like you weighed nothing. You let out a squeal, more of out shock than fear or pain, then you heard a voice shout,

"Hey! Don't fucking touch her!"

You looked up to see "your" guy punch the large man, hard. He stumbled backwards, almost falling into you, but he quickly regained his composure.

"You fucking little shit!" The bald guy raged, pulling his sleeves up his tree trunk like arms as he geared up to charge forward. "I'll fucking kill yo-"

The bald guy was stopped in his tracks by you whacking him across the head with a beer bottle, as hard as you could. The bottle didn't shatter like it did in the movies, but the guy dropped to the ground like a bag of bricks, and you stared down at the sight in front of you. Luckily there was no blood, he was just out cold, but you were in shock. You had no idea what the fuck had just come over you, and you had no idea what made you do any of that.

"Hey...are you okay?"

Your eyes shot up and you saw him, the guy you'd saved. He was taking slow, careful steps towards you, and you could see the worry in his eyes. You nodded, confirming that you were, at least in some sense of the word, and you watched as he stretched out his hand to yours. You were confused, until he took hold of the beer bottle that was still in your hand and placed it on the bar.

"I think we should get out of here." He said, gently. You nodded again, and let him guide you out of the bar; the silence as you both crossed the room was deafening, and you refused to look around as you walked, instead keeping your eyes on the exit, as the guy marched you out, his hands on your shoulders.

Once you were outside, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his car. On any other night, you would've questioned his motives, pushed back on this, maybe even slapped him and walked away; but this clearly wasn't a normal night for you. So when the hot stranger opened the passenger door, you got in.

"I can't believe I just did that." You muttered to yourself, as the guy got into the driver's side. "I just bashed a guy in the head with a bottle, for someone whose name I don't even know?"

"It's Adrian."

You turned to look at him, confused. "What?"

"It's Adrian." He repeated. "My name."

"Oh, right, yeah. I'm Y/N."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," Adrian said as he started the car, and you scoffed lightly.

"Are you seriously flirting with me right now?" You asked, and he shrugged as he threw his arm across the back of your seat as he reversed the car.

"I can't help it. A pretty woman just knocked someone out to save me. That's fucking hot."

You turned away from Adrian and looked out the window, to hide the smile forming on your lips and the hint of blushing on your cheeks. You'd clearly had your eye on the guy since you first saw him, and you were hoping the attraction you were currently feeling was mutual. For the second time that night, you couldn't help but sneak a peek at him, and when you did, you were surprised to see he was staring at you.

"You really should look at the road when you're driving." You said, and he smirked.

"I know where I'm going, the road isn't going anywhere." He replied, before swerving slightly. "Oops."

You rolled your eyes again, and shifted your body so you were facing Adrian, your back against the car door. Up close, Adrian was way hotter than you realised in the murky light of the bar. His hair curled slightly, and you wondered what it felt like to run your fingers through it. His green eyes glistened behind his glasses, and you wondered if it was possible to drown in them; you'd definitely be willing to try.

"Okay, now who's staring?" Adrian teased, making you blush. "So, do you wanna tell me where you live, or should I just keep driving into the sunset?"

"I'm not telling you where I live!" You replied. "You can drop me off wherever."

"Not happening, you saved my ass from a crazy guy! I'm not about to let you get stabbed or some shit! Do you know how many bad people are out there?"

"Not as many now though, is there?" You replied, resting your chin on your knees. "Not with Vigilante murdering them all."

You watched Adrian's shoulders tense up and your eyebrows knitted together in suspicion. "Oh, you know Vigilante?" He asked, which was a ridiculous question, since everyone in Evergreen knew who Vigilante. It was pretty hard not to know if your small town had a crime fighting, criminal murdering masked man running round.

"Not personally...I'm just saying, it's a lot safer with him out there."

Adrian glanced at you. "Do you agree with what he does?"

You shrugged, you hadn't really put too much thought into Vigilante, honestly, other than it was a pretty lazy name. "I don't know, sometimes, I guess. I mean, he's a bit brutal, and he's definitely a little trigger happy, but-oof!" You were cut off by Adrian slamming on the brakes, which made you slam your head on the dashboard and you threw your hands up and stared at Adrian with wide eyes and a disgruntled look on your face as you rubbed your forehead. "Ow! Why have you stopped?!" 

"What do you mean, "he's a little trigger happy"?" Adrian asked, his eyes wide as he stared at you.

“Seriously? God you’re so dramatic!” You replied, with a sigh. "You're a little too invested in what I think about Vigilante, Adrian." You laughed. "It's almost as if you are Vigilante."

Adrian's eyes practically bulged out of his head, his jaw agape. "Um, what? I- uh, ha ha, I have no idea what you're talking about." Adrian stuttered. "I'm just trying to make conversation."

You narrowed your eyes at him as he kept his eyes forward, his hands gripping the steering wheel, as he started the engine again, refusing to look at you. Interesting. You turned your body to face the front, letting one of your legs fall as you hugged the other close to your chest. You knew Adrian was lying, it was written all over his face, and now you felt like this was a challenge, to get him to admit it.

"I can't believe you thought I was Vigilante. Ha! So funny."

You masked a laugh with a cough, and you shook your head at how transparent he was being. He was completely oblivious that he had already given himself away, his poker face was terrible.

"How could I be Vigilante?" Adrian was still going on, trying and failing to sell the fact he wasn't Vigilante.

"Hmm, I guess so." You replied,  as you decided to up the teasing. "Either way, Vigilante is hot."

Adrian made a gargled, choking sound and glanced at you. "What?" You laughed. "I can't help if the outfit turns me on."

Adrian looked, and felt, as if he was about to faint. His mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour. What would you do if he just whipped his Vigilante mask out? The thoughts were forming in his mind, which in turn was sending his blood somewhere else. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned the engine off, keeping his eyes forward.

"I can't tell if you're joking." Adrian confessed, and you leaned onto the console in between you both, your head on your hand. You bit your lip as you tilted your head, watching as he turned his head to look at you, his eyes inadvertently glanced down at your cleavage.

"It doesn't matter, does it?" You said softly, as you pulled him closer to you, until your lips were close to his ear. "Because you're not Vigilante."

Adrian's breathing got heavier and you could practically hear the cogs in his head turning, trying to work out what to do next. Between your breath on his neck and your scent in his nostrils, it was driving him wild. He was sure he could grab you and kiss you, touch you and you wouldn't pull away. But he was also very aware that you could be messing with him. You were just a stranger after all, even if you were a sexy one who had saved his ass; which just made you sexier.

Adrian was silent, and you were beginning to feel awkward, maybe you might have gone a bit too far. As you began to pull away, regretting all of your choices, Adrian kicked into gear. He reached out and grabbed the back of your neck, bringing your lips crashing down onto his.

The kiss was passionate, with teeth and tongues smashing together. With Adrian's hand on the back of your neck keeping you in place and your hand gripping the front of his t-shirt, the air in the car was hot and thick, and you were pretty sure you'd never been this turned on before. Your hands slipped under his t-shirt, your fingertips tracing the outline of his perfect abs; his hands under your shirt as he unhooked your bra before he massaged your breasts, paying close attention to your nipples. Everything about him intoxicated you; the way he touched you, his touch setting your body on fire, you knew you wouldn't be able to stop now. Unfortunately, Adrian pulled away first, breathless, with an adorable lopsided grin on his face.

"I've been wanting to do that since I saw you at the bar." He said, and you grinned.

"Just that?" You asked, slowly removing your bra from your shirt sleeves and unbuttoning your shirt as you spoke. "Because I have a few other ideas."

Adrian couldn't tear his eyes away from your chest as you slowly finished with the buttons. A growl erupted from Adrian's throat as your shirt came open, exposing your breasts. The tightening in his jeans was a lot more uncomfortable now, and the tension in the car was unbearable. You couldn't wait for Adrian to make the next move, you needed him now.

"Get in the back." You instructed. Adrian pulled his eyes away from your breasts, blinking at you as he failed to catch up. "Adrian, get in the back." You repeated, tilting your head towards the back seat.

The realization washed over Adrian and he scrambled over the console, pulling his t-shirt over his head at the same time. When he wiggled awkwardly out of his jeans on the back seat, you took a moment to check out the half-naked man in front of you. He was stunning, every part of him was perfect, and you wanted to see the rest of it. You wanted to crawl over the console and take him, to make him yours. So that's what you did.

When you straddled Adrian, who was lying on the back seat, his hands found your denim-clad hips, and he pouted. "Why am I naked and you're not?" He asked. You brought your face closer to his, grinding your hips as you did. He groaned, bucking his hips, and you stopped, your lips inches away from his.

"Because it seems I'm in control right now." You whispered as you rolled your hips again. Adrian whimpered; before he closed the small distance between your lips. To his annoyance, you kept the kiss deliberately slow and lazy, and so he put his hand on the back of your head, grabbed a fistful of your hair, and pushed his tongue into your mouth. With his hand in your hair, his tongue in your mouth and his bulge in your crotch, you were soaking wet.

Your hand slipped between your bodies, you popped the button open on your jeans before putting your hand into Adrian's boxers. Adrian gasped into your mouth, and while you worked your hand up and down his cock, he slipped your shirt off your shoulders before he began to play with your breasts again. It almost distracted you from his cock, the way he was rolling your nipples and massaging your breasts, and when you caught the smug smirk on his lips, you decided to up the ante.

You removed his hands from your breasts and brought your head down to his jaw, which you traced with your tongue, before dragging your tongue down his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his stomach until you reached his boxers. Adrian lifted his hips up, allowing you to slip his boxers off, finally freeing his cock. You wasted no time, taking as much of his cock as you could in your mouth and wrapping your hand around the rest. The noise that Adrian made as you used your hand and mouth simultaneously was sinful, and it spurred you on.

"Fffu-oh fuck!" Adrian grunted, his hands finding the back of your head again. You kept your eyes on his face, the way the sweat was beading on his forehead and his curls, the way his eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head, the profanities leaving his lips as he struggled to keep his composure. You were pretty sure you'd never seen a sexier sight, and it turned you on more, which you didn't think was possible.

"Sh-shit! Fuuuck, you're gon-gonna make me cum!" Adrian said, strangled.

"Then cum for me, Adrian." You coaxed, as you ran your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, lapping up the precum that was forming.

"Uh-uh, not-oh fuck- not yet."

He pulled you from his cock by your hair, and you begrudgingly sat up, your back against the car door, the window now covered in condensation. You watched Adrian regain his breath as you licked his precum from your lips.

The sight was almost enough to bring Adrian to the brink, almost. Not without tasting you, not without feeling your thighs clench around his head as he brought you to an orgasm with his mouth. He needed it, more than he needed oxygen, and so he tapped on your knees. It was his turn to give the orders.

"Take them off."

You licked your lips and did as you were told, never breaking eye contact. Once your jeans were off, Adrian positioned himself in between your legs and ran his finger up your clothed slit. Then he hooked his fingers in between your underwear and pulled them down, practically drooling at the sight of your cunt.

He didn't waste any more time, he just dove straight in. He focused on your clit with his tongue, as he used to fingers to fuck you. A constant stream of moans and unintelligible words left your mouth and your head fell against the window. Adrian certainly knew what he was doing and you didn't ever want him to stop.

With Adrian's curls tangled up in your fingers and his head buried in between your legs, absolutely devouring your cunt; you were on the brink of your orgasm. He switched up his actions, now using his thumb to caress your clit while his tongue fucked you and lapped up your juices.

"Fuck, Adrian," you breathed, "you're so good at eating pussy."

Adrian looked up at you, his plush lips coated with your juices, and he grinned. You almost came from that sight alone, he truly was gorgeous. You stretched your hand out and ran your thumb over his bottom lip, before you put it between your teeth, dragging your tongue over the tip. A guttural groan left Adrian's lips as he crawled up your body - as much as he could in the small space - placing little kisses along his path. When he got to your neck, he nibbled and sucked at your skin, marking you as his, before he used his tongue to soothe the bruises he was making.

Adrian looked you in the eyes; like he was staring right into your soul, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

You brought your lips to his, kissing him passionately and softly. "I'd be offended if you didn't." You mumbled against his lips.

In response, Adrian guided his cock inside you, his mouth catching your moan as he did. "Are you okay?" He asked, making your heart almost melt. When you nodded, he slammed into you and you clutched his shoulders; feeling euphoric.

"Adrian, I can't- you're gonna make-"

Your words were lost as Adrian's hand disappeared in between you both, his fingers finding your clit, desperate to bring you over the edge.

"Cum for me," Adrian groaned, breathless as he relentlessly fucked you. With every thrust, every flick, every kiss on the neck, you felt yourself teetering closer to the edge, and the noises you were making let Adrian know. "Fuck, baby, I'm so close."

That was all it took. Adrian calling you baby had sent you into a frenzy and made you come undone. Adrian's name fell out of your mouth and moments later, Adrian had also come undone. His head was resting on your chest, both of you sweaty and breathless when he began to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You questioned, a yawn slipping from your mouth as you did.

"We’ve just had great car sex, but I still don't know where you live." He replied and you chuckled slightly.

"Well, I could show you." You offered, and Adrian's head snapped up, his eyes wide.

"Really?" He asked, getting a nod from you in response.

"Yeah, but only if we can cuddle. I'm exhausted."

Adrian grinned and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose before sitting up and putting his clothes back on, throwing you yours.

"It's a deal."

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[andtwelfth]

💖 | adrian chase/vigilante (peacemaker) for @d-jarins

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[38across]

@peacemakernet EVENT 02: once more, with feeling!

➥ SADNESS ⁠— House of Pain ♫

#peacemaker #emilia harcourt #clemson murn #adrian chase #peacemakernet #38* #apologies to john and leota 😞 #withholding the urge to tag this with something overly earnest or overly glib #the creation of this gifset made me insane tho #i'm just asking for more people to do musical montages/sequences/numbers/etc ESPECIALLY in television #anyway! everyone should check out all the works made for this event :3

[tasmpeter]

𓏲 ˚ ༘ 𖣠 back to the old house

@peacemakernet EVENT 02: once more, with feeling!

— pairing: adrian chase x batfam/wayne!reader

— summary: maybe you should have expected your father would find out you’re dating a wanted criminal. you definitely didn’t expect for your older brother to show up at your house half way across the country. so, it really shouldn’t surprise you that your father is holding a family dinner in adrian’s chases honor.

or in which your family somehow continues to surprise you.

— content warnings: brief smut (piv sex, rough sex, praise kink, mentions of pain kink), caught having sex, mentions of violence, troubling family dynamics, mentions of adoption & orphanage, drinking, daddy issues, reader is the number one adrian chase defender, reader has a crush on starfire. 18+ minors dni.

— authors note: ahh! i finally write something for the peacemakernet <3 i hope i did this right lol! it’s my first time participating in something like this. anyways, i have been obsessing over batfam!reader & spewed this up because i’m obsessed with the awkward dynamics that would happen here. i’ve also been thinking about writing a little backstory/prequel for batfam!reader. also let’s pretend like i didn’t post the second part of the story (it was literally just going to be smut lol).

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ🦋ɞ┊ unofficial sequel/one shot for to wish for impossible things ꒱

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Falling in love with Adrian Chase was not apart of the plan when you were shipped off to Evergreen, Washington by your father. You had one simple goal: keep an eye on Task Force X and report back to your father once a week on updates. You didn't try to fall in love with Adrian, it just happened. It was slow, and sweet, and incredibly erotic.

As your fake relationship with Adrian turned into a real one, you also came clean to the task force about your reasonings for being in Evergreen. (Harcourt let you know that she already knew about this secret plot and she was just waiting for the rest of them to catch up). The group didn't shun you or push you away once they learned the truth, in fact, it brought you guys closer together. You had found yourself a group of people who accepted you for you. That's a family.

With your father content with the information you pass along with him weekly, you found yourself a home in Evergreen. A peaceful life that you found yourself enjoying. You never thought a life like this would satisfy you. But not having constant cameras on you gave you a freedom you had always craved.

Everything was great, until your father decided to surprise you.

"Fuck me right there, baby! Yes!" You screamed out as Adrian pounded into your wet cunt. Your stiletto nails were drawing blood down Adrian's back as he destroyed your pussy.

"Such a good girl for me. Uh — You are doing such a good job taking my cock," Adrian growled into your ear as the sounds of his animalistic thrusts filled your apartment.

"I'm so — fuck, baby! — I'm so close!" You moaned out as Adrian started to roll his fucking hips as he thrusted into you.

"Go ahead, come for me, baby. Such.. a.. good.. girl," Each word out of Adrian's mouth enunciated with a sharp thrust of his hips.

"God, please don't," A stranger voice called out in the room. You jumped and reached for the batarang under your pillow while Adrian jumped out of you and quickly grabbed his pistol on the nightstand.

You throw the batarang aimlessly and Adrian cocks the gun at the target. Once the batarang whizzes past the intruder, you see who it is. Your fucking brother. Dick Grayson stood in the doorframe of your bedroom, wedging the batarang from its spot in the trim. You motioned for Adrian to lower the gun. He gave you a hesitant look, but ended up agreeing and slowly set it back down onto the table.

"You know, for someone named Dick, you really are a fucking cockblock," You shouted at your brother, wrapping the duvet cover closer around your body. Adrian was still crouching next to the bed, peaking his head up just enough to spot Dick Grayson. He was just as beautiful as they people say. Charcoal black hair and piercing blue eyes, and an ass that looks good even in denim.

"I'm sorry for not wanting to see my baby sister getting plowed by a serial killer," Dick retorted, his haunting blue eyes darting over to Adrian, "Put fucking clothes on and meet me in the living room."

Dick tossed the batarang in the air, caught it, and turned back down your hallway. Once he was out of sight, you threw your head back down onto the pillow and huffed. Adrian slowly rose from his spot on the floor and scurried to find his clothes scattered around your bedroom. He began tossing your clothes onto the bed. He seemed anxious and stressed, so you got out of bed and walked up to Adrian. You still weren't wearing any clothes and Adrian gulped as your naked body was exposed to him.

"You need to put clothes on. I can't get an erection in front of your brother," Adrian said before throwing another shirt at your face.

"You don't need to be nervous, pretty boy. It's just Dick. He's daddy's lap dog. He won't do anything to you, I promise," You consoled Adrian as you slowly slipped Adrian's stolen hoodie over your head and stepped into your panties.

"It's not that. I-It's just the first time I'm meeting your family," Adrian mumbled out as he combed his fingers through his hair to smooth it out.

He was nervous about meeting your brother, not about him possibly being sent to prison. That's kind of cute, actually.

"Just let me do the talking. And don't get swept up in any of Dick's bullshit. He's a charmer," You said as you kissed Adrian's cheek and walked to meet your brother in the living room.

Dick was sat in the little arm chair in the corner, holding a framed photo of you and Jason. (It was taken a few years back. Jason had a bloody nose and you had a gash on your lip. It was the first time you fought side by side with Jason and you had a good time). You slinked onto the couch and watched as Adrian hesitantly sat down next you. He kept at least one inch of space between the two of you, not daring to touch you in front of your brother.

"You don't have any pictures of me. I'm hurt, princess," Dick said as he sat the picture frame back down on the side table. You hated when your siblings would call you princess. A name they began to call you as soon as the press did.

"Jason doesn't call me princess, so," You shot back at your brother.

"Speaking of Jason..."

You rolled your eyes and threw your head back into the sofa, "Ugh, what did he do now?"

Dick laughed, "Nothing, actually. Dad convinced him to join us for a family dinner. Which is why I'm here."

"I am not going to a fucking family dinner," You groaned out.

"It's in your honor, actually. Well, it's in his honor," Dick stated, looking over at Adrian who was fumbling with his hands next to you on the couch.

"Oh fuck no—,"

"I'm not asking, princess. I'm telling. Get your shit together and meet me at the Evergreen air field in an hour. Dad let me take the jet to get you," Dick commanded, before standing up from the velvet arm chair and walking out your front door.

You threw your head back again in frustration and groaned, "I fucking hate this fucking family!"

Adrian quickly scooted closer to you and gently grabbed you hand, "I-It will be fine. We will go to Gotham and—,"

You laughed, "This will be anything but fine, Adrian. Y-You haven't met my family."

"D-Do you not want me to?" Adrian mumbled, playing with your fingers. His eyes were no longer looking into yours, as he usually does when he gets vulnerable with you.

"It's not that, baby. It's just, my family is — collectively a mess. An orphan doesn't just adopt five orphaned children without having a chaotic household," You said, cupping Adrian's jawline and brushing your thumb along his cheek. Adrian nuzzled into your hand and slightly nodded.

"Do you think Batman is going to arrest me?"

You giggled and Adrian's smile grew. It did every time you laughed, "No. He wants to meet you. Which, I think is worse than wanting to arrest you. Prepare yourself for some very invasive questions."

You and Adrian arrived at Evergreen Air field exactly one hour after your brother. You only brought bare necessities as most of your possessions were still in your bedroom at home. Adrian only wanted to bring his Vigilante suit but you convinced him to bring a nice button up shirt for dinner. This was Adrian's first time on an airplane, he confessed to you on the car ride to the air field, and you promised that he would be perfectly fine. (A Wayne jet is far safer than any regular Boeing). You and Adrian sat in the cream seats across from Dick — not before you grabbed a mimosa from the flight attendant.

"I think we should go over some ground rules of the Manor," Dick said, sipping his sparkling water.

"That's probably best," You muttered out, setting your mimosa in the cup holder. Your other hand was still attached to Adrian's, which your brother noticed.

"Okay, Adrian. Rule One: do not touch anything unless you are told. Rule Two: do not go anywhere unless you are told. And Rule Three: don't look at Damian in the eyes, he can smell fear," Dick listened to rules and Adrian tried his hardest to integrate the new information into his brain. He did not want to fuck this up. He is meeting Bruce Wayne, the Batman, and your father. If he messed this up, he would land himself in Arkham for life.

"Don't acknowledge Damian. He's insane because he was trained by his League of Assassins mommy. If you even breath wrong, he will say something," You said to Adrian, taking another sip of the mimosa.

"League of Assassins? That sounds cool as hell. I want to join," Adrian pouted and Dick started laughing. You shot daggers at Dick.

"Trust me, Adrian. You do not want to join the League of Assassins. Ra's al Ghul would kill you on-site," Dick chuckled out. Adrian frowned and you squeezed his hand a little tighter.

The rest of the plane ride was as, normal, as a jet ride could go. It was only an hour flight, given the speed of the plane. You caught up with Dick.

("So, will Kori be joining us for dinner? Or are you dating Babs today?" You asked, clutching your third mimosa and smirking a little at your brother.

"I don't bring Kori around after you tried to fuck her the last time she was over," Dick mumbled out, running a hand through his dark hair.

"I just wanted her to know that when you two inevitably broke up again, that I was available for her," You smirked out. Adrian's eyes were popping out of his head at the banter. He didn't know you were into girls as well. He was going to have to follow up with you on that one.

"I think you said, and I quote: 'When you figure out that you are too good for Dick. I'll be here for you with open arms and open legs'.")

Upon landing, Alfred Pennyworth picked you up for the airport. If anyone asked, you would say that Bruce Wayne is your father, but Alfred raised you. Which is true. Alfred taught you, cared for you while your father was fighting crime in the streets of Gotham. When you saw him on the tarmac, you ran up to him and gave him a huge hug.

"Alfred! Ugh, I missed you," You said into Alfred's expensive blazer.

"I missed you too, Miss Wayne. The manor hasn't been the same without you," Alfred said, rubbing a gentle hand on your spine.

"Well, there is no one to stop Tim and Damian from killing each other now," You laughed. You motioned for Adrian to come over, which he hesitantly did. He stood besides you two awkwardly, shifting his weight between feet and looking anywhere but into your eyes.

"Alfred, this is Adrian Chase, my boyfriend. Adrian, this is Alfred. He basically raised me, seeing as Dad was never home," You laughed, waving a hand in between the two. Adrian's hand jumped out to give Alfred's a firm handshake.

"It's so nice to meet you, Mister Pennyworth," Adrian exclaimed, jerking their hands up and down aggressively.

Alfred's knowing eyes shot to you, "It's nice to meet you too, Mister Chase. Master Wayne has been dying to meet you."

You groaned and slipped into the black limousine. Adrian, who has also never been in a limo before, slid into the car behind you. His eyes were in awe of the dim lights and spacious room in the back of the car.

"I always forget you are super rich," Adrian whispered into your ear. You grabbed a champagne flute from the little cart and passed another one to Adrian.

"The money is the only plus side of being a Wayne. Cheers to the most fucked up family on the planet!" You toasted your glass between Adrian and Dick, who clinked flutes with yours.

"You could say that again," Dick mumbled out before taking a sip.

Wayne Manor was located in the countryside of Gotham. There was no neighbors for miles, and you could only see the Gotham Skyline peaking out in the distance. It was another rainy day in Gotham and the dark clouds that surrounded Wayne Manor made it look haunted. It was dark, old, and gothic. The iron gates that stood tall in front of the Manor were a warning. It wasn't a sparkling, modern mansion as Adrian expected. The home was owned by the brooding Batman, so he shouldn't have expected much. There was a couple of staff members awaiting your arrival on the grand staircase outside, ready to grab your luggage and escort you to the proper rooms. Dick exited the limo first. Then Adrian, who held your hand as you left the car. You squeezed his hand anxiously and slowly started up the stone staircase.

Jason Todd greeted you as you entered into the foyer. You screamed his name when you saw him, and took off into Jason's arms. He caught you, and brought you in to a big hug. Jason swung you in his arms for a few seconds before setting you back down on the original hardwood floors.

"Hey, little bird. Haven't seen you in awhile," Jason said, his voice was very quiet and you really had to pay attention when he spoke.

"I heard you came home just to see your favorite sibling," You said, punching his bicep and chuckling a little.

"I actually came home to meet your new boy toy," Jason nudged his head at Adrian, who looked out of place in the massive victorian structure.

You rolled your eyes, "He's not my boy toy, he's my boyfriend."

"Wow, finally someone got you to settle down. Congrats, man. Little bird, here would never stay with someone more than one night—," Jason directed his attention and words to Adrian. You quickly placed a hand over his mouth, before he could embarrass you anymore.

"He doesn't know what he's talking about," You turned to Adrian behind you.

Jason managed to escape his mouth from your grasp, "That's not true. You never brought the same person home —,"

"I was saving myself for Kori, " You blurred out, causing Jason to burst out into laughter.

"Good luck. She's back with Grayson again."

You groaned, "God, when will he just pick one. Wasn't he engaged to Babs like a few months ago?"

"Yeah, tell me about it."

After Jason hastily left as Dick entered the house, you brought Adrian up to your old bedroom. It reminded Adrian a lot of how you decorated the apartment you currently lived in. Fake plants stuffed into random corners, a few magazine covers you did framed on the walls. (There was a picture of your family sitting on your dresser. It was a formal photograph. Jason wasn't included, and everyone was dressed in black. No smiles. It looked militaristic).

"I was hoping to see some boy band posters and stuffed animals," Adrian chuckled out as he threw himself onto your king size bed.

You laid down next to him, placing yourself in between his body and his arm, "I threw those out awhile ago, pretty boy."

Adrian's pink lips folded into a pout, "I can't wait to learn embarrassing stories about you tonight."

You rolled your eyes, "God. Ugh, I don't want to see my dad. I would rather be thrown into the Lazarus pit."

Adrian's eyebrow quirked at the mention of the Lazarus pit. But, he learned very early on into your relationship not to question the random family lore you throw his way. You were much more of a certified superhero anyways, more than Adrian at least.

"We have a few hours before dinner. Do you want to take a bath with me?" You questioned, standing up to peel your shirt off.

Adrian's eyes widened at your braless torso and quickly nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

You told Adrian to wear black to his funeral. His funeral being the family dinner tonight, where he is the guest of honor. You made sure to coach him on his responses while getting ready. Don't ramble, don't stay off topic, and do not mention his extracurricular work. Adrian was eager to impress your father and latched onto every piece of advice you threw at him. You combed his curls back out of his face and placed him in a black button up and some slacks. Adrian, who normally only wore zip ups and blue jeans, was always so excited to dress up. He always mumbled about finally getting his Princess Diaries Makeover Moment. (You always put a little blush on his cheeks and lip gloss on his lips. He liked how the lip gloss tasted and "you can't have a makeover without blush, birdie. It's not possible.").

Adrian pressed a glossy kiss to your red lips and admired your dress. It was a silky navy blue slip dress that suited you so perfectly. Adrian's eyes washed past your hips and to meet your perky nipples peaking out of your dress. You flicked him in the head.

"Don't get any ideas, big guy. The last thing we need is you trying to fuck me during dinner," You shouted out at your clearly horny boyfriend.

"Then you are going to have to change dresses because I cannot take my eyes off your boobs right now."

"Adrian Allen Chase, I will electrocute you in the dick right now," You groaned out as you walked back into your walk in closet.

Adrian's slacks tightened again and he gritted his teeth, "Birdie, you can't just say that to me. You know I—,"

You appeared in the closets door frame in only your bra and underwear. Matching. Teal. Adrian physically had to force himself to look anywhere but your body, "Yeah, I remember. Do you remember how I strapped you to a chair and tased your throbbing cock?"

You were sounding so fucking innocent and naive. Like you didn't know exactly what you were saying. Adrian ground his teeth together to feel anything but how hard he was.

"Stop it, birdie. We- We have to go to dinner," Adrian sputtered out. His eyes attached to the crown molding on your ceilings. His hands clutched together in front of his cock, which was clearly springing out of his slacks.

"But, baby. What if we just stayed here and fucked on every surface of my bedroom?" You questioned as you stalked towards him. Adrian still refused to look into your batting eyelashes and big doe eyes as you pressed yourself into his chest.

"You aren't getting out of this. Go. Get Changed," Adrian spat out, tilting his head to look into your doe eyes. You grumbled and rolled your eyes.

"Okay, dad. Whatever you say," You said as you stumbled back into your closet and found a long sleeve dress that was modest enough for Adrian.

Adrian nodded in approval as you twirled around for him. You grabbed his arm as you two strolled out of bedroom towards the dinning room. The formal family dining room was located on the first of three floors in the Wayne Manor. Tucked behind a sitting room, the dining room was large enough to seat fifty guests. A grand chandelier casted the room into a yellow light, which sparkled off the crystal glasses. At formal family dinners like tonight, Alfred would set out assigned seating. Everyone was forced to one end of the table, never scattered about at different spots around the forty foot mahogany table. Alfred would assign seats under the principle of the least amount of arguments possible. Never seat Jason Todd next to Bruce Wayne or Dick Grayson, and never seat Damian Wayne next to Tim Drake. Damian usually sat closest to Bruce Wayne, as Bruce was able to coral him better than anyone else. Cassandra was usually sat in between Tim and Jason as a buffer. She was didn't talk, but gave a deadly glare to either of the boys if one of them began to chirp up.

As you waltzed into the dining room, you gasped at the seating arrangement. Adrian Chase was placed on the right of Bruce Wayne. Easiest access to stare into his soul and suck the life from his body. You shot a pleading look to Alfred, who scooted your chair out for you to sit.

"I'm sorry, Miss Wayne. Master Wayne requested it," Alfred whispered into your ear as you sat into your chair.

Your siblings started to spill into the room slowly. Jason was sat on your right, Damian was sat on the left of your father, Dick was sat next to Damian, and Cassandra acted as a buffer between Tim and Jason. Jason, who's white streak was prominent under the golden light, gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder as he sat down. All of your siblings had anxiety about this. You hadn't all been in a room together in two years, and a formal dinner held by your father could only end in one way. A train wreck. You wondered how arrogant your father must have felt sending Dick across the country to call for you.

A server was pouring you and Adrian of glass of vintage red wine when Bruce Wayne stepped into the dining room. Adrian's eyes quickly dashed down, now suddenly more interested in the red wine he won't drink. You gently moved your hand to rest on Adrian's thighs. You saw his shoulders jump at the hand on his thigh and he quickly took a big gulp of his wine. You stand corrected.

Bruce sat down at the table and took a sip of his brandy. His eyes washed over all his children before lingering on you and Adrian. You met his cold eyes and sharpened yours. You didn't dare break the stare as you took a sip of your wine and squeezed Adrian's thigh. Then, Bruce's eyes darted to Adrian. Adrian stared at the tip of Bruce's nose, as he learned a trick about looking like you are giving eye contact without actually giving direct eye contact. Bruce gave him a once over, glancing at his trembling hands that were gripping at his napkin.

"Are you just going to give us the death stare, Dad? Or can we get along with the meal?" You snapped after you felt Adrian's tremble reach his thigh. Your eyes darted to Adrian's for a moment, and see him give you a light smile as you protected him from your fathers glances.

"Don't be rude, princess. This dinner is for your boyfriend, anyways," Damian gripped back, taking a sip of his apple juice in his crystal tumbler.

"Shut it, Damian. No one wants to hear from you tonight," Jason chirped up and you snapped your head at him. Of course, not one conversation together could go cordially.

"That's enough," Bruce grumbled as he poured back the brandy into his mouth. He motioned to the staff to start serving plates as you laid your napkin in your lap. The other Wayne's might not have class, but you did. Sometimes.

A four cheese lasagna made from scratch and aged cheese was placed in front of you. You shot a look to your father, "I hope the meal is okay. I heard Adrian liked Italian."

You squeezed Adrian's thigh tighter. Your stiletto nails digging deeper into his thigh. Adrian deeply inhaled and shot you a warning look as you tried to suppress your rage. Of course your father looked into Adrian. It should be expected, but you keep getting more surprised and blind sided with your family each time they speak.

The family started to cut into their steaming hot meals. No one daring to say the first word, and no one daring to look at each other. The room was silent for minutes, expect for the sound of silverware clattering and the sounds of people sipping their drinks.

“So, Adrian. I assume my daughter has told you about her extracurricular activities?” Bruce asked, head turned towards Adrian.

Adrian swallowed his food harshly and his fearful eyes slowly met Bruce’s. He was trying his hardest to keep his eyes from popping out of his skull, “Yes, uh. Yes, sir.”

You squeezed Adrian’s thigh again and you heard him squeeze.

“I see, and I assume you figured out who we all are,” Bruce continued his questioning. He couldn’t help myself. Always had to play detective in whatever room he was in.

Adrian hesitantly nodded. Bruce set his silverware down onto his plate and dabbed the corner of his lips with his napkin, “Well good, then we are all open to speak freely about our situations. I assume he knows the reason as to why you were in Evergreen as well.”

Your fathers attention turned towards you and you felt your breath start to quicken, “He figured out the first day we met. Adrian is very smart. Smarter than most, actually.”

No matter how scared or nervous you may feel, you can never show it. Never show weakness. It was drilled into your head like a lobotomy.

“Now you are really going to get your boyfriend thrown into Arkham, princess,” Tim spoke across the table and you shot him an evil eye.

“Tim, shut your mouth,” You fired back, words laced with venom.

Tim stuck his tongue out at you, “Don’t be mad at me because I was your replacement.”

“Timothy, watch it,” Jason retorted back, defending your honor. Of course he had to enter into the conversation to make things worse.

“Jason, butt out of it,” Dick piped up. Cassandra quickly stabbed her butter knife into the mahogany next to Dick’s hand to get him to be quiet.

“This dinner is suppose to be about our guest. Everyone, please just be civil for one night,” Bruce grumbled out from the head of the table.

“Sure, that’s what this dinner is about. No other ulterior motives to this I’m sure,” You mumbled into your wine glass as you finished off the rest of it.

“Is it so wrong of me to want to get to know my daughters first boyfriend?” Bruce asked, motioning to the server for another glass of brandy.

“We all know why we are here, Dad. You want to see if Adrian is good enough to know our little secret or if you want to throw him into Arkham,” You spat out, slamming your wine glass back into the table and leaning closer to your father.

You saw Damian’s mouth start to open in the corner of your mouth and quickly snapped your attention to him, “Close your mouth right now, Little Boy, or I’ll close it for you.”

Damian glared at you, but quickly closed his mouth and slumped back into his chair. You snapped your head back to your father, who was giving you a look that fathers give their children when they are disappointed. It disgusted you.

“That’s enough,” Bruce snapped at you.

“It’s true, though right? That’s the reason you even bothered on getting us all together. You wanted them to rank my boyfriend in front of his face and debate on whether he gets to have a life. It’s sick and it’s demeaning!” You shouted, all the alcohol you’ve consumed giving you a newfound confidence. You are telling your father off and it feels so good.

Adrian stared at you with amazement. You are defending him in front of the fucking Batman. No one has ever attempted to defend him before, let alone to the founder of the Justice League. You were the coolest person he knew. He was in love with coolest person in the world.

“I was actually going to let you know that you are free of your duties in Evergreen and are free to come home,” Bruce shouted back at you. That caused you to back down and sink into your chair.

“I-I don’t want to come home, Dad,” You stuttered out. Adrian had removed your tight grip on his thigh and you were now squeezing his hand for support. You would never leave Adrian.

“Don’t throw your life away in some hell hole for a piece of shit murderer, princess,” Dick chirped up and you fucking lost it. All the emotions you have been feeling your entire life bubbling up to the surface, and the alcohol finally let you express them.

“He is a person! What — Why do none of you seem to understand that? He’s — He’s literally sitting right here. Y-You don’t get to do this. I see right through all of you. Y-You just invited us here to pick apart, Adrian, and guilt me for dating a vigilante!” You shouted, standing up from your seat at the table. All eyes were on you, even Cassandra’s.

“Let’s go, Adrian. I-I won’t let this happen to you,” You said, looking down at Adrian. His green eyes were soft and looking at you with such admiration. That look made everything you had just said worth it. You would defend Adrian Chase until the day you die, and that’s all that mattered to you.

You outstretched your hand to pull Adrian up. He accepted and stood up with you.

“I-It was nice meeting you all,” Adrian mumbled out with a small wave to your siblings, avoiding your fathers line of sight.

You started to walk off until your fathers voice brought you to a stop, “If you go, I will no longer support you. The apartment, the equipment, it will all be gone.”

You turned your head around, “You never did anyways. At least in any way that mattered.”

When you shut the grand doors of your bedroom, the exhaustion of the night finally hit you. You slumped against the door in an attempt to collect yourself. You completely embarrassed yourself in front of Adrian. Your family made you feel like a fool. They turned you into someone you aren’t. Someone you didn’t like. The Curse of the Wayne’s, you liked to call it. Adrian was carefully peeling off his clothes to shove back into his duffel bag, not noticing you still clutching the door handles.

Once you composed yourself, you slowly shifted over to Adrian. He had changed into a pair of sweatpants that he arrived in and you had a perfect view of his sculpted body. You ran a fingernail over his abs, deciding a jagged scar was more important than looking into Adrian’s eyes.

“I-I’m sorry for embarrassing you, tonight. My family brings out a side of me I don’t really like,” You mumbled out, tracing a bullet hole on his stomach.

“What do you have to be sorry for, birdie? You defending me in front of fucking Batman. That is the dopest thing anyone has done for me, ever,” Adrian exclaimed, pinching your chin between his fingers to tilt your head up.

You looked into his green eyes and couldn’t help but smile, “Really?”

Adrian nodded quickly, which caused his glasses to slid down his nose. You pushed them up the bridge of his nose, “You are the coolest person I know, dude. No one would have the balls to yell at Bruce Wayne.”

You chuckled, “I think I wouldn’t have if I didn’t have that glass of wine.”

“It’s because you loveee me,” Adrian teased, squeezing your hips.

You slapped a hand on his bicep, “Shut your mouth, Chase.”

“Make me,” Adrian stuck his tongue out as he made an effort to cheer you up.

You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to his lips, “You���re lucky I love you, Chase. I just threw away millions of dollars for you.”

Adrian’s arm found home in the small of your back, “Does that mean you will be moving in with me?”

You gave him a small smile, “If you’ll have me.”

Adrian abruptly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You screeched out in surprise and laughed as he slapped your ass, “Hell yeah, birdie. Now, let’s go home. I hate it here.”

You will always have a home if Adrian was around. He was your home, and he was the only fucking family that mattered.

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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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[mayhem24-7forever]

Rage Becomes Him - Prologue: Homecoming

Dark!Rick Flag/Lazarus Pit!Rick Flag x Reader

Series Summary: After Colonel Rick Flag dies, Amanda Waller dumps him in the Lazarus pit and resurrects him. But she quickly realized that the soldier that had been sent to Corto Maltese to die was not the same one that walked out of the Lazarus pit. Loyal, friendly, patriotic Colonel Rick Flag was gone and in his place was a cold, rage-filled demon who becomes uncontrollable. And when he gets loose, his first stop on his revenge tour is Evergreen, Washington and a certain “hero” living there…

Author’s Notes: This series is gonna be DARK! There will be major character deaths and very mature themes throughout. Minors, this series is NOT for you, please respect my wishes and do not read this. I deserve a safe place to express myself just as much as you do. This series is based off of an idea I made in this post and then in this edit with encouragement from @edwardbaldwin and the amazing and spectacular @a-reader-and-a-writer​ who also came up with Dark!Rick’s vigilante name and beta read this for me. Thank you so much! Lovely dividers by @silkholland​

Content Warnings: DARK AND MATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE WORK! In this chapter: descriptions of violence and a canon death, near-drowning, the consequences of the military industrial complex, Waller being Waller which is a huge TW in itself, nudity, resurrection

Amanda Waller sat at her desk, staring at the files from the Corto Maltese mission. It had been a month since the operation and she was still furious. Of the fourteen members she had sent to the small island country, nine were dead, one had been placed in a coma in the hospital, and the other four had used a hard drive of sensitive government information to barter for their freedom, not to mention the handlers that had betrayed her and needed to be punished. She had already arrested one of them, sending the other two to work on a special project for her in Washington with the injured, but alive and still loyal member, still in the hospital. She didn’t care about any of the deaths, they were all expendable to her, including the team’s commander and only non-criminal member: Colonel Rick Flag. It was more the principle of the thing, four of her best recruits were now off-limits and the rest of her cannon-fodder had been used up in a single mission. It would take a lot of whatever desperate enough criminals she could get to sign up to equal even half of the four soldiers she had lost.

She needed something to offset this betrayal, a soldier that would be skilled enough to do what she needed them to do and loyal enough to not betray her like the others, at least until she could find enough powerful metahumans to fill out the team. Fortunately, she had just the person in mind: a highly skilled soldier that had been able to keep up with and even control the large team of metahumans despite being a non-enhanced human. His loyalty had always been steadfast and although he had slipped up during the Corto Maltese mission, it was nothing that couldn’t be easily rectified with a little conditioning. Unfortunately, he was deceased, his corpse still somewhere in the ruins of the Jotunheim lab.

She pondered the situation, considering how she could solve this “little” issue of him being dead. An idea struck her suddenly and she smirked. It was dangerous, not for her of course, and it was as of yet untested, but if it worked she’d have her perfect little soldier back and better than ever. She sent a message off to the workers clearing the debris of the destroyed lab to focus all efforts on retrieving the body from the rubble as soon as possible. Then she pulled up a file on her laptop, locating a phone number and beginning to dial on her desk phone. She sat back in her chair as it rang, a grin on her face when the line connected.

“Mr. al Ghul… I believe it’s time to collect that favor you owe me for keeping you out of prison…” she began, pleased with herself.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” The words echoed in his head. It was his voice, but it sounded so far away. The world was black, there was nothing and he was nowhere.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” There it was again, his disembodied voice floating from afar, but a little closer that time. The world was still black but for a moment, it wasn’t. For a moment, he was somewhere else, somewhere he knew but couldn’t remember. Gray dust. Rusted metal. Stained white tile.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” Closer again. The flash was back, cutting through the black for a little bit longer and he could hear something. Grunts and groans. Water running. Porcelain scratching on concrete. Suddenly, he could feel. A metal pipe. Water on the floor. A red hard drive. Warm blood. A salty metallic taste in his mouth. Pain.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” Closer again, this time as if it was right in front of him, ringing in his ears. Pain overloaded the other senses as the black flashed in and out, losing the battle. The pain was everywhere, radiating through every cell of his body. It was excruciating and he wanted to scream but nothing happened. The black seeped out and the flash became his world.

He was in the strange room with the dust, metal, and tile. It was the basement laboratory of a secret facility in Corto Maltese. He was seated atop a man, who struggled and grunted as a metal pipe is held down on his throat. He was going to kill the man, pushing down harder and harder as he struggles for air. Then a sharp pain in his chest, in his heart. The air was knocked from his lungs, the metal pipe falling to the floor. He looked down and saw a shard of porcelain lodged right into his heart. Warm blood was seeping from it. The man was looking up at him, a strange expression on his face. Regret? Pity?

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” he muttered and the man looked hurt. And then everything was black again…

And then it wasn’t. The world was blurry, distorted and a sickly green. He opened his mouth to breathe and found it filled with acidic liquid that burned his lungs. He breached the surface, spitting out the acid and taking a huge breath of air. It was stale but he didn’t care. There was a green glow to the liquid around him, and he couldn’t see anything through it. He tried to keep himself afloat so he could breathe but his body was slow to his commands and he felt heavy. A hand grabbed his arm, then another hand on the other and he was hauled upwards and dropped on hard ground. On his knees, he tried to catch himself by putting his hands out but only succeeded in falling onto them, the dirt clinging to his wet skin. The air was cold, he was drenched, and without clothes, he started to shiver immediately. He was still heaving in breaths, his eyes looking down at a small, jagged red scar on his chest, right on his heart. The green liquid still dripped from his body, a texture somewhere between water and slime as it pooled below him, turning the dirt to mud.

The clacking sound of heels approached and a pair of red shoes came to a stop just in front of him. Still panting and shivering, he pushed himself off his arms to look up at the figures he was kneeling in front of, two soldiers standing as straight as boards on either side of a woman wearing clothes suited for an office. He knew her but her eyes had a spark of twisted joy in them and her smirk felt more menacing than usual.

“Welcome back, Colonel Flag.” Amanda Waller said. “Your country needs you…”

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[generalfoolish]

More Than A Feeling

Summary: In which you surprise Adrian.

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x F!Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, canon-typical violence, drinking, allusions/implications of domestic abuse (though nothing explicitly happens)

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: @peacemakernet EVENT 02: once more, with feeling!

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You smoothed your shaky hands down your sides, the gown’s slick material clinging to your clammy palms. Eyeing yourself in the mirror, you were pleased with what you saw. The black chiffon gown laid perfectly on your body, the thin straps pulled the eyes to your bare shoulders and exposed back. You exhaled, a vain attempt at calming down, and grabbed your evening clutch. The small black bag held only your phone, your card, and your hotel key–which was an actual key, not a card. In the years since you’d left Evergreen, you had grown accustomed to larger city living. You had moved the day after graduation, staying only long enough to drop off your Fennel Field’s uniform and hug your co-workers bye. 

You hadn’t returned.

Until, you got the ping a few months ago about a reunion that some of the girls were putting together. Enough time had passed that you had peeled the blisters of Evergreen from your skin so that thinking of coming back didn’t sting. The passing of time had smoothed the blemishes of your youth, and with it the hatred of your time in the town. So, you had RSVP’d for one, and bought a designer gown. Metropolis was your new home, and coming for a long weekend back to Evergreen was more than manageable–your therapist had agreed.

From the backseat of your Uber, you wondered if you had misjudged yourself. You could have easily overestimated how much you could handle, it had happened before. You pulled at the skin around your fingers as your driver passed by familiar landmarks. The town hadn’t aged a day, just over ten years and you still could navigate easily. You exhaled again, another attempt to calm your swirling and racing thoughts. 

Thankfully, the driver spared you the tedious back and forth, and within ten minutes he was parked in front of the high school. Some of your colleagues bragged about the lavish places that their reunions were held in when you had told them you were considering going to yours, but the placement fit perfectly with everything else about Evergreen. 

You thanked the driver, and tipped him graciously through the app, before exiting the car. You sighed as you approached the entrance, the brick stairs holding years of memories. You began your ascent, mindful of the slit up the dress that exposed your right leg with every other step, and the strappy black heels that completed your look. The pop of red on the heel was a silent brag, one that you had mulled over before deciding it would be worth the look on some of the faces.

You were greeted by two younger men, pulling the doors wide for you, exposing the insides of the high school, and you took a deep breath before crossing the threshold. You grabbed your name tag from a table to the left, and walked further inside. The decorations were sparse, hung intermittently, as if an afterthought. You scanned the wide lobby, noting that there had been a huge turn out, and finally spotted the punch bowl.

You made your way over, excusing yourself through the crowd, and pouring a healthy amount, hoping that someone had had the foresight to spike it. A testing sip told you that some things never change, and you relished the burn in the back of your throat as you looked around the room. You barely recognized anyone, and with creeping horror, you wondered if this had been a huge mistake. What if no one had remembered you? What if they had forgotten you ever existed?

You sank heavily into a nearby chair, noting that a man was sitting on the other side. He seemed engrossed in a book, but when you tried to read the title you realized it was upside down.

“You realize your book is upside down, right?” You asked, teasing. He looked up at you, his wire-rimmed glasses nearly to the tip of his nose, his green eyes bright with the attention. Once he saw you, though, really saw you, his entire face erupted with excitement, and he flashed you a brilliant smile, one you recognized from your past, even if it didn’t match the face in front of you.

“Adrian?” You exclaimed, matching his excitement. He nodded quickly, before shoving his glasses back up his nose.

“You look–I mean…I ju–you look so amazing. Fuck.” He stammered, and you felt heat creeping up your neck. You’d always enjoyed spending time with Adrian growing up, even if he had always been offbeat. Most of the other kids in your class had decided he was an idiot, and worse, a dork. You’d spent time with him outside of school, playing Dungeons & Dragons or Nintendo, or watching cheesy Sci-Fi films. When you’d turned sixteen, you had applied for a job at Fennel Field��s, and Adrian had followed suit. He was, by far, the only thing about Evergreen you had ever missed. 

You’d tried to keep in touch, but as your first semester had ramped up, your focus on Evergreen had fizzled away, and with it, Adrian. Now, with him in front of you, staring at you like you had single handedly placed every star in the sky, you wished you had kept writing him letters.

“You look really handsome, Adrian. You really grew into your glasses.” You joked, earning you a loud laugh. You motioned to the oversized frames that he had always worn, attempting to distract yourself from how good he looked in a suit. The black jacket fit snugly around his broad shoulders, and you noticed he’d already loosened the teal tie he’d worn. 

“I hit puberty in my mid-twenties. Just a late bloomer.” He explained, shrugging. You raised your eyebrows, admiring the changes you’d missed out on. He retained the softness, but there was a new edge, something harder than you remembered. 

“So, why are you over here pretending to read? Why aren’t you mingling?” You asked, taking a sip of the boozy punch, nibbling on one of the chocolate covered strawberries that adorned each of the tables. 

“I, uh, I only came actually because I saw you had RSVP’d.” He admitted, ducking his head as his cheeks flamed rosily. 

“Oh, Adrian, I’m sorry.” You apologized immediately, feeling years of guilt wash up at the sad look on his face. “I didn’t mean to fall off the face of the Earth. I’ve looked for you on Facebook before.” You told him, offering a small shrug in your defense. It wasn’t a lot, in fact, it was nearly nothing. You hadn’t forgotten him, but as the time had stretched out it had seemed more and more awkward to reach back out.

“I don’t have an account. They do targeted ads, which means they track your browsing and data. I browse Reddit, but I don’t have an account.” He told you, his expression stern. “You have to be careful of your presence online.” You nodded, failing to hide the smile that crept up at him. You really had missed him. 

“Well, I’m in town for the whole weekend, if you want to grab dinner, or lunch, or whatever. Maybe a Fennel for old time’s sake?” You asked, hopeful, leaning forward on the table. Adrian nodded so hard you were concerned he would lose his glasses.

“I work tomorrow, but you could meet me there during my lunch break?” He offered, leaning forward to match you, his face closer and even softer.

“Oh, how far is it from where you work?” You wondered, not wanting to use up his lunch break with a long commute to lunch. “We can go somewhere closer to you?” You followed up, not giving him a chance to answer.

“What?” He asked, his head full-on tilting to the side, an over-exaggerated effort that had you following the movement.

“What?” 

“It’s 0 miles.” Your eyebrows punched in confusion, trying to remember what was nearby the old Italian place. 

“Oh, wow! Are you a manager there now?” You asked, realizing he probably means that he works for the restaurant. 

“Oh, uhm, I’m a busboy. I know, you probably think I’m, like, so lame now.” You shook your head.

“I didn’t expect it, but it’s not bad, Adrian. I don’t care what your job is.” You assured him, offering a smile. He returned it, the gesture lighting his face up completely. 

The DJ made an announcement, before playing a song he declared “the worst throwback song of the night,” that everyone was obligated to dance. When the beat started, Adrian lit up again, and looked at you expectantly. His bright green eyes looked uncannily like a puppy’s, the beg tugging your heart more than you thought possible. You had never been able to resist a pouty Adrian, and you couldn’t break the streak tonight, so you grabbed his hand when he offered and let him tug you onto the dance floor.

Once amongst the other swaying bodies, Adrian pulled you impossibly close, his hands dwarfing your hips, his gaze locked on your face. The heat of his body pulled you in, aching to be closer yet.

The dance was unlike anything you’d ever done with him, but the feelings were reminiscent of how you used to feel when he brushed against you. There was no hesitation now, not with how he hauled you against his chest and manipulated your body into turns and dips and grinds. You had always been reticent about your feelings with him. It was hard with Adrian, to know where he stood. You were a kid, lovestruck with your best friend, and completely unsure of whether or not he even liked you as a friend. He was caring and thoughtful, but always reserved. But now, in his arms, it was like you had never left.

With the song fading out, you both made your way back to the sidelines, laughing, still holding hands.

“You’re like really fucking good at dancing.” Adrian gushed, his hand lingering on your back, the bare skin warming under the touch.

“Me? You’ve got serious moves, babe!” You complimented, watching his neck bloom with red. “Oh don’t be shy, Adrian. You’ve always been a great dancer.” You laughed, adjusting his tie, before catching yourself. “Sorry, habit, I think.” You pushed your hair behind your ear, your face growing hot under his gaze.

“Drink?” He asked, and you nodded, finally looking up and smiling. He returned it, before bouncing off to the punch bowl. You bit your lip, internally hyping yourself up to finally tell him how you felt all those years ago, and maybe even admitting that those emotions weren’t as distant as you’d like to believe they were.

“Look at you, all grown up.” You turned your head to see a guy you only vaguely remembered approaching you. You forced a smile, but couldn’t recall his name.

“Look at you!” You exclaimed, gesturing at him. 

“What’re you doing? I mean, Chase? Any guy here would give his left nut to go home with you tonight.” He told you dryly, his hand falling on your back, replacing the warmth from Adrian with dread.

“Excuse me?” You asked, stepping away from him, purposefully moving so that he had to drop his hand.

“Oh come on, sweetheart. Thimble Isn't going to give you the good time you deserve.” He told you, his tone venomous. You felt your stomach turn uneasily.

“Adrian is worth more to me than anyone else here.” You replied, curtly. 

“Don’t be a bitch. You aren’t that hot. I’m just saying, we all know you pity fucked him in high school, it’s time to move on.” The man said, barking a laugh at you. 

“Funny, I was thinking it was time for you to move on too.” You answered, crossing your arms in front of your chest. 

“You’re still too ugly to have this bitchy of an attitude.” He sneered at you, leaning in to get in your face. 

“Move on.” Adrian told him, appearing suddenly. His voice was low, now, dangerous.

“Sorry, Thimble.” The man told him, clapping him on the back with a laugh.

“I think you owe the lady an apology, actually.” Adrian told him, gesturing to you.

“Eh, fuck her.” The guy said, waving his bottle at you.

“Wait, hang on. Say that again?” Adrian asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Fuck. Her.” The guy repeated, spittle flying. Adrian nodded, and handed the two cups of punch to you with a smile.

“That’s what I thought you said. Can you remind me, you have two kids right? Two little girls right? Cute enough. They seem really happy with their new stepdad.” Adrian said, his voice taking a chipper, almost mocking, tone.

“You motherfucker–”

“You know, your ex seems so much happier now, too. No more suspicious sunglasses while inside. Why do you think that is? Any guesses?” Adrian asked, while reaching up to take his glasses off and slide them in his pocket. “Is it because a dumb, wife-beating, small-dicked, domestic-violence-hotline-needing motherfucker couldn’t keep his piece of shit hands off her?”

Before you could react, the man threw a punch at Adrian. You yelped in surprise, fearing the worst, but Adrian had blocked the punch, and returned an open palmed jab into the guy's throat. He bent double, clutching it and gasping for breath.

“Yeah, fuck you, dude.” Adrian dismissed, before sliding his glasses back on. You looked from the guy on the floor and back to Adrian, before a laugh erupted from you. You clapped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide, and fought the smile that threatened to split your face.

“We should probably leave.” Adrian muttered, knowing that people might notice the guy gagging on the floor sooner than later. You nodded, following him on shaky legs. You dropped the punch cups in the trash, and grabbed Adrian’s hand to pull him to the cafeteria.

“I’m gonna grab a bottle, for our troubles.” You told him, as you made contact with his skin. You pulled his hand up to your face when you were under a light to search it, but there wasn’t any split skin.

“No need for ice.” You muttered, leading him further into the school. He was silent beside you, but you could feel the energy jumping from him. It was electric. You couldn’t speak, didn’t dare. You were processing what you’d seen, and how unbelievably hot you found it. You didn’t condone violence, but it seemed so natural for Adrian. It really suited him. 

You pushed into the cafeteria and headed for the cooler, before finding a nice bottle of champagne. You opened it quickly, and took a sip straight from the bottle, before handing it off to Adrian.

He took a small sip, and handed it back.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, barely above the hum of the walk-in cooler.

You didn’t respond, not trusting your mouth, and opted instead to wrap your fingers around his tie and tug him closer to you, the force pulling his neck down to your level.

“What’re you doing?” He asked, his eyes never leaving your lips.

“What I should have done, all those years ago.” You told him, quietly, leaning up to press your lips against his. Against your lips, Adrian made a noise of surprise before moving his lips against yours, and sliding his hands around your waist. You returned the gesture, your hand holding the bottle going around his waist, while the other one slid into his hair.

You melted into the kiss, glad you’d made the trip home.

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[addycarver]

tv appreciation week day one: show i wish everyone would watch: PEACEMAKER (2022—)

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[chaseadrian]

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

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[jeysbvck]

i've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night (but now i see daylight).

a/n: hello im back on my adrian bullshit. its crazy how almost a year ago i got back into posting my fanfic thanks to adrian, and now almost a year later, adrian has pulled me (albeit maybe temporarily) out of my writers block! PLEASE REBLOG

summary: 4 times you & Adrian almost kiss, & the 1 time you do.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, teenage angst, best friends to lovers, new years kiss, mention of threesomes, vague mention of canon? any mistakes are all mine, ive tried to proof-read three times!

word count: 8.4k

14.

"Seriously? You haven't had your first kiss yet?!"

You rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at Adrian, who occupied the bean bag opposite you. "Shut up, it's not like you've had your first kiss either!"

Adrian threw the pillow back at you and smirked. "Actually, I have had my first kiss." He replied, smugly. You scoffed and raised your eyebrow.

"You do know that your pillow with Princess Leias face taped to it doesn't count, right?"

"Ha, ha. I know you're trying to embarrass me, and it won't work." Adrian said, then he mumbled, "I know it doesn't count."

"So who was this kiss with then, loverboy?" You asked, with a smirk. You were confident he was lying, but you weren't sure why he'd be lying. Adrian had been your best friend since you were seven, he had no reason to feel embarrassed around you, and there wasn't anything you didn't know about each other. Until now, apparently.

"Ashley Carter." Adrian shrugged.

"Seriously? Ashley Carter? Obsessed with horses, always wears those weird t-shirts with the horse puns on them?"

"So what! She's pretty, and she thinks I'm cool."

Your body began to burn, your cheeks especially, and you turned away, crossing your arms over your chest. "I think you're cool." You said, huffing slightly. You saw Adrian grin smugly out the corner of your eye and you sighed. "What?"

"Kinda sounds like you're jealous. Did you want to kiss me? Oh my God, did you want to kiss Ashley?!"

Your whole body felt like it was on fire as the embarrassment overwhelmed you. You certainly didn't want to kiss Ashley Carter, so were you jealous that everyone seemed to be having their first kisses, or were you jealous that you weren't Adrian's? You frowned at the thought and shook it off, you definitely weren't feeling that.

"Are you alright? When you're quiet like this, and have that look in your eyes, it usually means you're not alright." Adrian observed, and you nodded. "I didn't mean to upset you, if I even have. I was just teasing you."

You smiled slightly, you always forgot just how much Adrian picked up on. He may not read social cues and situations all too well, but he always knew when something was wrong; you still hadn't figured out how to hide it from him, no matter how much you'd tried over the years. "I'm fine, Adrian. Why didn't you tell me about your first kiss? We tell each other everything."

It was Adrian's turn to sigh, and he shrugged as he tried to sink deeper into the bean bag. "I don't know, you hadn't told me about yours, so I didn't think this was something we were gonna talk about."

"Of course it is, Adrian! This is prime best friend talk! Who else are you gonna talk about it with, parents?!" You replied, earning a chuckle from Adrian, which made you smile. "Besides, I didn't tell you because I haven't had it yet."

"Duh! I know that now, stupid." Adrian retorted, earning another pillow to the face from you. "I just assumed you'd had your first kiss; I'm very surprised by it."

"Wow, you're surprised that the girl whose only friend is the kid who ate glue hasn't been kissed yet?" You raised your eyebrow and Adrian sat up straighter.

"Hey, it was one time, and I was young and stupid back then."

"You were eleven!" You exclaimed.

"That's younger than fourteen!" Adrian exclaimed back, and you fell into a fit of laughter.

"You're an idiot." You laughed, and Adrian grinned triumphantly. "Yeah, but you love me anyway." He replied.

You rolled your eyes affectionately as a comfortable silence fell between you both, with only the sounds of the radio softly filling the air in the treehouse.

"You know...if you wanted...I could be your first kiss." Adrian said. Your eyebrows knitted together, it almost sounded like he said-

"I'm just saying, we're best friends, who else better to have a first kiss with?"

You let out a nervous chuckle, before raising your eyebrow. "Adrian Chase, do you want to kiss me?" You laughed.

"Why is that funny? Like I just said, who else is better for your first kiss? At least you know I'm not gonna run off and laugh about it afterwards behind your back!"

"Oh my God, does that happen?" You squeaked and Adrian nodded, his eyes wide.

"It happened to Matthew Barton. He kissed Millie Sawyer under the bleachers during PE, and by lunchtime, everyone knew he was a terrible kisser and they were all laughing at him."

You sunk further into your bean bag, hoping it would somehow swallow you up, but to no avail. "God, maybe you're right. Maybe this is the best way to just...get it over with."

"That's the spirit!" Adrian encouraged.

"But aren't you supposed to do it with someone you like?"

Adrian's expression fell into his sad, puppy dog face- that he perfected two weeks before his eighth birthday- and pouted at you.

"I like you, don't you like me?"

"For God's sake Adrian, like like!"

"Well, we love each other, right? We say it all the time. So...technically, that's stronger than like like!"

Adrian was making a lot of good points, and honestly, it wasn't like you hadn't thought about what it would be like to kiss Adrian before, but you never thought it would actually happen. You didn't even know if you wanted it to happen. You'd heard all your cousins stories about how awful their first kisses were, even your mom and dad had their horror stories; so wouldn't it be a cute story to have, that your best friend was your first kiss?

"Alright fine, let's do this." You said, and Adrian made a gleeful sound. He scrambled up off the blue bag bag and grabbed your hands, pulling you off your purple one with all his strength. You were suddenly very aware of how sweaty your palms were, and you hoped Adrian didn't notice, or at least didn't mention it. Thankfully, he didn't, he was too busy rambling on about something that you couldn't hear over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears as it begged to be released from its cage.

Adrian pulled his hands from yours, only to put them on your cheeks, like your face was in a vice. Your eyes widened as Adrian leaned in slowly, oh this was really about to happen, you were about to kiss Adrian, and were you feeling...butterflies? As you closed your eyes, anticipating his lips on yours, your heart got faster, it was happening, you were about to have your first kiss...

"GUYS? ARE YOU UP HERE?"

You shrieked and pulled out of Adrian's grip, sending yourself colliding into the small table behind you, sending soda and chips flying everywhere, which ended up on you, who ended up in a heap on the floor.

Your moms head peered up through the hatch on the floor. "Dinners read- oh hon, what happened this time? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mom. We'll be right down." You replied. Your mom looked at you, then at Adrian, who was trying his hardest to keep his laughter at bay. She shook her head, then disappeared back through the hatch.

Adrian took two large steps towards you and offered you his hand, but you rejected it, and pushed yourself off the floor, brushing the chips off your clothes. Adrian picked some out of your hair, before he grinned. He opened his mouth, but you clamped your hand over it before he could speak.

"We will never talk about this again." You warned, and he nodded, his eyes sparkled with amusement. You removed your hand and headed down the hatch.

"I mean it, Adrian, not a word."

16.

"Honey, I'm home!!" You heard Adrian shout as he climbed up the ladder. You wiped the tears from your eyes, but stayed curled up on the pull out couch that had replaced the bean bags last year. "Hey, I got your text, oh, you're crying. What's wrong?"

"Aaron broke up with me." You told him. "He was using me to make Megan jealous, and it worked, so they got back together."

Adrian sat down on the floor next to the couch and stroked the back of your hair. "Well, at least Megan was jealous of you, right?" You turned your head and glared at Adrian, who blinked behind his glasses. "What?"

"My boyfriend used me and then dumped me, and you think I should be happy because Megan was jealous, which means his horrible plan worked?!"

"Whoa, okay, no, that's not what I meant!" Adrian protested, bringing his hands up in mock surrender. "But, come on, you and Aaron were never gonna last."

"Wow, please, keep going, you're doing an amazing job." You said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, if your goal is to make me want to throw myself from this treehouse."

"Oh, you're being sarcastic." Adrian realised, and groaned as you covered your face with a pillow. "Again, I just meant that Aaron is a fucking dim-witted meathead who doesn't understand anything that doesn't include throwing or kicking a ball."

"But he's so handsome!" You groaned, before you started laughing. "You're right, why didn't I realise it wasn't real? Why would Aaron want me?"

Adrian pulled the pillow from your face and frowned at you. "Aaron Tully doesn't deserve you. You're smart, and funny, and pretty, sometimes a little mean, but in a fun way, and you took me under your wing, even after I cut your hair."

You laughed at the memory. Seven year old Adrian was sat behind you during reading hour. You don't remember feeling him cut your hair, but you do remember him tapping on your shoulder and handing you a fistful of your ponytail. You started crying, wailing even, and Adrian was sent to the naughty corner. The teacher calmed you down with some extra milk and cookies, and when you were feeling better, you took the cookie you had stuffed in your pocket to Adrian. "You're an idiot." You told him, and he grinned as he took the cookie from you.

"Who just cuts someone's hair instead of talking to them like a normal person?" You asked and Adrian shrugged.

"It worked didn't it?"

"So far." You replied, with a teasing smile.

"Okay, move up. We're watching a film." Adrian said, as he turned to grab the laptop from the table behind him. You sat up and swung your legs round so Adrian could sit next to you.

Half an hour into the movie, and you were pretty sure you were going to die of boredom. Adrian had chosen some action film, and your eyelids were heavy, drooping every so often before you jerked yourself awake, or Adrian made a noise at the film. You couldn't help yourself though, and soon your head was on Adrian's shoulder. He felt stiff, like he wouldn't, or couldn't, move, but his eyes stayed glued to the film. Were you pushing a boundary? You had both slept in the same bed hundreds of times, even shared the same sleeping bag on camping trips, was this different somehow? You lifted your head up slightly, to ease Adrian up, ignoring the rejected feeling in your chest.

"You, uh, don't have to move." Adrian told you, his voice a little louder than a whisper and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. He looked nervous, his eyes still fixed on the laptop screen, but you could tell he wasn't paying attention to the film.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." You replied, matching his tone. You weren't sure what was happening, but something in the air had shifted, as had Adrian. He was now staring at you, with a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. It was then you started to notice just how handsome Adrian was getting. He had always been cute, but he was now handsome, and you pouted; how long until other people realize too, or even worse, Adrian himself realizes he doesn't need you anymore?

"You are the only person who you could never, ever make me feel uncomfortable." Adrian replied. "I don't know what I'd do without you, I think I'd last less than a day!"

You giggled and shook your head, "You're an idiot." You said, and Adrian grinned. Neither of you had realized how close you had gotten, so close that you could feel Adrian's breath on your cheek. "Adrian, what are we doing?" You asked.

"I don't know, should we stop?"

"I don't know." You said. The truth was, you didn't want to stop. After you almost kissed when you were fourteen, you had both stayed true to not talking about it, but you hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. For two years, you had been confused about your feelings for Adrian, you didn't know if you had a crush on him, or if it was just a weird teenage feeling. You'd been feeling a lot of things recently.

"I think I'm going to kiss you now." Adrian whispered, and your stomach exploded with the bubbly, butterfly feeling.

"Okay." You whispered. You closed your eyes and held your breath, and Adrian leaned forward ever so slightly...

You both jumped as your phone vibrated loudly against the wood floor. Adrian toppled off the couch as you reached over and grabbed the phone to answer it.

"Hello?" You answered, completely out of breath, your heart racing.

"Are you home? I forgot my keys." Your dad asked.

"I'm coming dad." You replied, practically throwing yourself down the treehouse hatch without looking at Adrian.

"Thanks, love. Did I interrupt you?" Your dad asked, once you opened the door and let him in.

"No, don't worry." You replied, before muttering under your breath " I think you stopped me from making a mistake."

18.

You had no idea how this party got out of hand. You had only invited a handful of people, yet you had a house full of people, most who you didn't know. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, apart from you; being the hostess wasn't like you were thought it would be, instead of drinking and having fun with your friends, you were running round making sure nothing was broken, or being stolen. Not to mention, you hadn't seen Adrian all night, which was completely bumming you out.

After the hundredth time of shouting at a random joke for almost breaking your mom's favorite vase, you had hit your breaking point. You grabbed a plastic bag from under the sink, filled it with snacks, then snatched a bottle of vodka from the island -one that you definitely didn't supply for the party- and headed to your sanctuary; the treehouse.

You hadn't been up there in a while, you'd been busy with your part time job at the library and figuring out what to do with your life. Your parents weren't exactly thrilled that you'd chosen not to attend college just yet, but at least they were being supportive. They'd even heavily suggested that you throw a party, that it would make you feel better, give you a chance to let your hair down. You didn't know why you thought it was a good idea, maybe it was because you were sick of missing Adrian, and it seemed like an easy way to get drunk.

You opened the treehouse hatch, rolled the bottle of vodka across the wooden floor, threw the bag of snacks in the same direction and hauled yourself up. When you turned around, you were surprised to see Adrian, sitting on the couch. It had been a while since you'd seen each other, and when you did, it was awkward. You couldn't speak for why Adrian was being distant, but you had been confused about your feelings for Adrian for a few years, and since the situation with Aaron, it had only become more so. Every time you saw him, your chest tightened and nausea hit. You were eighteen, how were you still dealing with these stupid schoolgirl crush feelings?

"Hey stranger." You finally said. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah, sorry, it got a little crowded down there." Adrian replied, and you nodded as you pursed your lips. "Okay, what's wrong?" Adrian asked.

"Nothing, nothing." You insisted. "I just, didnt think you came, you know, I looked everywhere for you."

"Well, you found me." Adrian said. He was acting weird, he was averting his eyes, looking everywhere but at you. Everything felt like it was going wrong; you didnt know what you were going to do with your life, you couldn't throw a party right, and now your best friend of eleven years wouldn't even look at you.

You rolled your eyes and made your way across the treehouse, kicking the vodka over to the mattress on the floor. You threw yourself down and cracked open the bottle, welcoming the burning the vodka left in your throat. You offered Adrian the bottle silently, which he accepted, making a face after taking a large sip.

"Did you hear about Rebecca Marsh?" Adrian asked, passing the bottle back to you. You shook your head as you took another drink. Adrian got a glint in his eyes and he crawled off the couch and over to you on the mattress. "She got kicked out of Harvard!"

"Fuck off, no!" You squealed, and Adrian nodded furiously as he took the bottle from you. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know, something about a party that got out of control, drugs and the police were involved!"

"Oh, wow." You shook your head. "You know, you're supposed to dress up for a Halloween party."

"Who says?" Adrian asked, passing the half empty bottle of vodka back to you.

"Come on, you used to love dressing up for Halloween!"

"Yeah, when it was just you and me, and not a bunch of people I don't know who will judge me! Besides, your costume isn't exactly a game-changer is it?" Adrian laughed. "You look real good as a witch though."

You smiled slyly as you tucked your hair behind your ear. You weren't sure if it was the vodka, or your confusing feelings, but you were pretty sure Adrian was flirting with you. You took another drink from the bottle instead of replying, mainly because you weren't sure what you should say. Adrian didn't notice though, he just kept talking.

"You look real good in anything though. Maybe if I had told you more we'd still be close." Adrian mused, and you frowned. You put the bottle down and grabbed Adrians face, smushing his cheeks together as you stared into his wide drunk eyes with your own.

"Adrian, you are not the reason we haven't been spending time together. I've just been stressed, and confused and I thought-"

"Confused about what?" Adrian asked, his speech muffled slightly. You let go of his face and stood up as you took another sip of the drink, avoiding his gaze, and his question. "Hey, talk to me!" Adrian insisted. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to face him.

You groaned loudly and rolled your head, cracking your neck as you did so. "It's nothing, okay! I just missed you, and I was beginning to think, after everything these past few years that-" You stopped and looked at Adrian, worry etched across his face as he waited for you to finish. "-I thought I was losing my best friend." At least you told him half the truth.

Adrian's eyebrows knitted together and he took your hands in his. "What? You think it's gonna be that easy to get rid of me? These past few years have been...weird, but that's just stupid teenager stuff, right? We'll always be okay." Adrian promised.

"Wow, when did you get so wise?" You chuckled.

"I guess all those years being around you rubbed off on me." Adrian said, and you rolled your eyes. "Oh, wait, hold still."

You did as you were told, and when Adrian lifted his finger to your cheek, your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes fluttered closed. He gently grazed his finger just under your eye, & when you opened them, he had an eyelash on his fingertip.

"Make a wish." He whispered. You blew the eyelash away, and Adrian placed his hand on your cheek

"Adrian...we're drunk." You warned.

"So? You don't wanna do this?" He whispered.

"I just don't think we should. It's not the right time." You replied.

"It never is, so why not now?" Adrian's finger traced your cheekbone, and you inhaled through your nose. Fuck it, you were both drunk, but it was clear you both wanted this.

Suddenly, the hatch door opened. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" You shouted, turning to the hatch, eyes wide as Melissa waved from the hatch.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt but....the police are kicking everyone out. You better come down." Melissa informed you, before waving and disappearing. You smiled apologetically at Adrian, before following Melissa. You felt deflated, like the world was against you and Adrian, that you were cursed.

21.

"Call Adrian. Call Adrian! Ugh, stupid phone!" You said to yourself. You had been on one your first -and last for a while- night out for your twenty-first, and of course you'd left your keys at home. Which would've been fine, if your parents hadn't locked the front door before going to bed. It was three am, and there was no way in hell you were waking them up by banging on the front door, demanding to be let in. You sat under the tree, and opened up Adrian's texts, before deciding to send him a voice note.

"Heyyyy, Adrian, bestie. So, I just got home, and I'm locked out of my house. I think I'm going to have to sleep in the treehouse, but there's a....thirty...no, eighty percent chance that I'm going to fall off the ladder and die. On my twenty-first birthday. Figures, right. I don't know why you didn't come tonight, but I wish you had, I wanted to spend my birthday with you, especially since I'm...you know, that thing we're not discussing for some reason. Anyway, hope this does wake you."

You hit send, then stood up, kicked off your heels, and climbed up the ladder, slowly. It took you ten minutes to get up the ladder, and once you were in the treehouse, you flung yourself onto the floor. "Oh my God, I didn't die!" You said gleefully to yourself. You crawled across the floor to the mattress, and got under the very fluffy blanket on top of it.

You couldn't believe Adrian hadn't turned up tonight. You wanted to be mad at him, to shout at him and make him feel guilty for missing your big milestone, but you just couldn't. It was hard to be mad at your best friend, when you knew you were leaving town. It wasn't for long, a few months, at least, but it was a good worming opportunity, and those didn't come round often when you weren't in college. You and Adrian hadn't spoken about it, apart from when you initially told him. He'd acted supportive, he'd told you to go for it, that he was proud of you, and he gave you a hug; a hug that felt like he didn't want to let go. But then, nothing. He didn't bring it up, and neither did you, although you really wanted to. You wanted to tell him that nothing was going to change, that he'd always be your best friend, but you couldn't bring yourself to bring it up.

"Okay, I'm guessing your up here, because your shoes and bag are on the grass down there."

You pulled the blanket from over your head and grinned as Adrian peered over the hatch. "What are you doing here? It's three am!" You asked, and Adrian held his phone up.

"You sent me this very drunk voice note about how you were about to possibly die while climbing into here."

"I did? Huh, I don't remember that. Weird." You shrugged and lay back down on the mattress. "Hey, come join me. We won't be able to do this for much longer."

"Don't remind me." Adrian muttered as he joined you under the blanket. You lay on your side and stared at Adrian as he settled under the blanket. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just looking at you Adrian."

"No, you're looking at me like you looked at Orlando Bloom when we watched Pirates of the Caribbean." Adrian replied. "Why?"

"I'm not meaning to!" You said, a little too loudly. "I'm just- when did you get so pretty?"

Adrian just stared ahead, and you in your drunk state weren't sure if you'd actually said that out loud. You hadn't meant to, but you also didn't regret it, and you would absolutely repeat it if he asked you to. Besides, you were drunk and leaving in three days, if Adrian didnt want to see you again, he didn’t have to. Even if it would break you.

"You're drunk." Adrian finally said, and you scoffed.

"Two things can be true, Adrian. You're my best friend, if I can't tell you that you're pretty, who can?"

"You're right. I've never been called pretty before." Adrian said, a hint of red spreading across his cheeks. You beamed, and you pinched his cheek softly.

"Well, you're the prettiest." You told him. "Can I ask you something?"

Adrian turned his body to match your position, "Shoot."

"Why didn't you come tonight?" You didn't want to ruin the mood, but it had been eating at you all night, it was a reason you got as drunk as you had. Adrian took a deep breath, staring intensely at you.

"I had to work." He said. You let out one single laugh, and rolled your eyes. "What? I did!"

"That's such a weak excuse Adrian. You've been avoiding me for ages now, I just thought it would be different tonight, considering it's a pretty big birthday!"

"I'm not, I mean- I just- ugh!" Adrian turned to face the ceiling and put his hands over his head. "I'm trying to get used to not being with you!"

"Oh." Your heart sank and a lump started to form in your throat. "We're still gonna talk everyday!"

"You say that now, but will we? Everything's changing too fast, and I don't like it."

You pulled Adrian's hands from his face and turned his head to you. With your hand on his cheek, you shook your head. "If you think I can go a single day without talking to you, you're an idiot. I need you, Adrian. I've only ever needed you."

Adrian's breath hitched in his throat, and he ran his tongue over his lips nervously. I'm gonna do it, you thought, it's now or never.

You leaned forward ever so slightly, your hand still on Adrian's face. He watched with huge, wide eyes as you came closer, his eyes frantically darting to your lips and back up. At the last second though, he turned away. "Don't."

You pulled your hand from his cheek and stood up, embarrassment and rejection had sobered you up completely. "I'm sorry, I thought you-"

"No, I do!" Adrian exclaimed, scrambling off the mattress.

"Yeah, it seems like it." You scoffed. "Look it's fine, let's just forget about it, okay? I've been drinking, it brought some stuff up, I misread, well, everything. It's whatever."

"It's not whatever!" Adrian groaned, throwing his arms up. "Of course I've thought about it, I have for years! But you're drunk, and I'm not, and it's just not the right time!"

"So when is then? Because it wasn't tonight, and it wasn't three years ago, so when is?!"

"Then maybe there isn't a right time. Maybe we missed it."

You had always thought that Aaron Tully had broken your heart at aged 16, but that was nothing compared to how you felt right now. "What are you saying?"

"That maybe we missed our chance." Adrian confirmed. "Maybe we were doomed from the start."

"Right, yeah." You tried to swallow lump in your throat, but it just got bigger, and you turned away Adrian, refusing to let him see your eyes filling up. "I should go." Adrian said softly, and you nodded your head.

Adrian threw himself against your back and wrapped his arms around you. "I'll come see you before you leave, okay?" You nodded again, not able to trust your voice. Only when you heard the hatch close did you let the tears escape as you crumbled to the floor.

25.

You were talking with your aunts when you saw him from across the room, and your heart almost exploded. After three years of not seeing him, he was a sight to behold. He hadn't changed, not really, he was still the Adrian you grew up with, but there was something different about him; you just couldn't put your finger on it. Your aunts pulled you back into the conversation, but you weren't paying much attention. You interjected with little mumbles and murmurs of acknowledgement here and there, but you couldn't take your eyes off Adrian as you watched him greet your parents. Then your eyes met, and you waved slightly. Adrian grinned, and you swear it brightened up the room. You reciprocated the smile, and got back to the conversation just in time, as one of your aunts began to ask about your job.

You made it to eleven before you could no longer deal with your relatives. You loved them very much- and when your parents told you they were throwing a New Years party, you jumped at the chance to come home and see everyone- but if one more person asked you about your relationship status, you'd drink yourself to death. So after another depressing conversation about how scarily close to 30 you were and how scarily single you were, you slipped out into the back garden and climbed up the ladder to your old favourite space.

It had been years since you'd been up here, even when you were spending weekends at home, you avoided the treehouse like the plague, you wouldn't even look at it. It reminded you of Adrian, and although you called each other and texted all the time, it hadn't felt the same since your twenty-first birthday. You pushed at the hatch and hauled yourself up, and as you turned around, you almost fell back down the hole in fright.

"Fuck! Adrian, you scared me!" You yelled, and Adrian jumped up.

"I'm so sorry! You know how I am with parties, and I thought I'd see how this place was holding up without me." Adrian said. He ran his finger over the coffee table and held up his dusty finger. "Looks great."

"It has been a while since it's been used." You said. "Dad had the idea to tear it down, but I wouldn't let him." You replied. "That's not the only thing that's been a while."

"What are you- Ohhhh, us! I mean- just that it's been a while since we've been face to face."

"Yeah," You chuckled. It was awkward, and you absolutely hated it. How had it come to this? You were once inseperable, a package deal, and now you could barely be in the same room together. It didn't help that he looked so good. His glasses now framed his face, and they didn't hide his stupidly beautiful eyes. "Hey, you want a drink?" Adrian asked, and when you wavered, he tilted his head and frowned. "Oh come on, it's New Year, have a drink!"

You smiled and took the bottle of beer from Adrian, and you noticed that his once stick-thin arms were now huge. You gulped and licked your lips and turned away from Adrian before heading to the window. Was it hot in here? Adrian followed and sat next to you, tilting the bottle towards you. You clinked the two bottles together before taking a drink, and you sighed. "So, how have you been?"

"Good, yeah. I'm still working at Fennel Fields, and I've even got a side job too."

"A side job? Doing what?"

"Oh, just stuff. Remember Christopher Smith?"

"Guts friend? The racist guy who calls himself Peacemaker? Isn't he locked up?"

"He is. But we became friends before he left. We used to hang out and everything." Adrian said, and you frowned.

"Why are you hanging out with him? Adrian, he was such a dick to you, and to everyone else in school! What could you possibly be doing with him?"

"He's changed, mostly." Adrian insisted, and he ignored when you rolled your eyes and scoffed. "Well, anything else new?" You asked.

"Not really. I've had some threesomes here and there, but-"

You chose the wrong time to take a drink, and you spluttered as you choked. Adrian began to slap your back, and you batted his hand away. "You've had threesomes?! With who?!"

"Me, Chris and who-"

"Nope, no, stop! I don't wanna know!" You shouted, covering your ears with your hands. "Oh God, I need something stronger than beer right now."

You could feel the jealousy bubbling up inside you, and you needed to push it down, quick. The thought of Adrian...you didn't want to think about it anymore, but it was all you could think about. Between that revelation, the way he looked and the feelings you were battling to keep at bay, your mind was melting with inappropriate thoughts.

"You alright?" Adrian asked, and you nodded.

"I'm just, uh- I'm just thinking about my ex." You replied, quickly. When Adrian groaned, you scoffed. "What's your problem?"

"I just don't want to hear about your sexual conquests." Adrian said, and you turned to him, your mouth agape.

"Oh, so you get to drop that you've had multiple threesomes since we last saw each other, but I mention one date and you cringe?!"

"I didn't cringe! I just-"

"You just what, Adrian? What could possibly-"

"I don't wanna think about you with other people!" Adrian yelled over you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but closed it instead. You smirked slightly and shook your head, before you looked around the grimy treehouse. Nothing had changed in here, apart from a few bits of furniture that had been changed, yet you and Adrian were different people now; in some ways at least. "Remember when we had a sleepover for Halloween, and stole all the candy for the trick-or-treaters?" You asked Adrian, who laughed loudly.

"Of course! Your mom was so mad at us!"

"Yeah, so were our stomachs!"

"The floor was never the same either." Adrian added.

"Okay, what's your favourite treehouse memory?" You asked. Adrian hummed as he pondered your question, and you took a sip of beer as you watched him. You couldn't stop the corner of your lip from turning up when you noticed he still scrunched his nose when he spoke; the way the corner of his eyes crinkled; the way he bit his lip when he was concentrating.

"Oh I know!" Adrian exclaimed, a sparkle in his eye, and you leaned forward with anticipation, your elbows rested on your knees. "When I was almost your first kiss, but your mom interrupted us, and you fell over!"

"Well, mines about to be when I throw you out this window!" You gasped and laughed. As Adrian smirked at you, you attempted to geab his arm, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, resulting in you being on top of Adrian as he lay on the floor.

The atmosphere in the treehouse went from being light-hearted and fun, to serious and heart-racing. You bit your lip as Adrian looked up at you. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been this close, if you'd ever been, but you were afraid of moving, of saying or doing the wrong thing and ruining whatever this moment was.

"My real favourite memory," Adrian said, softly, almost like he was choosing his words carefully, "was when you made us watch that Heath Ledger rom-com."

"Wait a minute, your favourite memory, out of every single memory we've made in this place, is when I forced you to watch Ten Things I Hate About You?!"

Adrian shrugged and smiled shyly, a small blush forming on his cheeks as he stared up at you, with those adorable, wide eyes of his. "We were sharing a blanket and a bowl of popcorn on the mattress, and just as I realized you hadn't slapped my arm or tell me a fact about the scene in about seven minutes, I felt your head drop to my shoulder. I turned to look at you and you were asleep, it was adorable," Adrian paused, then added, "and the first time I realized I might be in love with you."

You sat up, forgetting you were on top of Adrian, and you stared at him, your arms crossed. "That…that was when we were seventeen. What- you- what? Why didn't you say anything?"

You sat up, forgetting you were on top of Adrian, and you stared at him, your arms crossed. "That…that was when we were seventeen. What- you- what? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you were my best friend! I didn't know if I was just confusing my feelings, or if I was what I was feeling was real, and our friendship was more important than whatever I was feeling."

"So, why now?" You questioned, dropping your arms and posture from the defensive position you'd found yourself in, and as Adrian sat up, you found yourself completely on his lap.

"When I saw you tonight, I realized we'd spent too much time apart. I was up here thinking about you, building up the courage to come and speak to you. God, do you know how much I miss you? The phone calls and texts just aren't enough for me. I didn't tell you what was going on before because I was scared, and I didn't wanna lose you, and I told you I didn't think it was the right time. Turns out, I lost you anyway. I know too much has changed, but my feelings never did."

You didn't want to say anything, there were no words that could ever convey how you were feeling right now. Adrian's eyes were full of fear, he could barely look at you. There was only one thing you wanted to do, and you were going to do it. There was only one thing, one person who could stop you; you just hoped he wouldn't. You put your hand on his cheek and guided him to look at you.

"Adrian," you whispered, "this is the right time."

Adrian didn't waste a single second. He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer to him, and you held his face in your hands. As your lips finally touched, fireworks began to go off outside, illuminating you both as you melted into one another. Everything finally felt right, after eleven years and five attempts, the universe finally allowing you both the one thing you'd wanted for as long as you could remember.

"We finally found the right time." Adrian mumbled into your lips, and you grinned as he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. "Happy New Year, babe."

You pouted for another kiss which Adrian happily granted. "Happy New Year, Adrian."

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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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