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friendlyneighorhoodchaosdemon · 2 years ago

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Catharsis | Adrian Chase

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

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

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

word count | 5.1k (woof)

warnings/ notes | 18+, fluff/ smut; clit rubbing/ fingering, spanking, vibrators, kink discovery/ exploration, trusting and communicating with your partner (hot), service top Adrian, masochistic reader/ sadistic Adrian if you squint. I don't write piv :)

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

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

ao3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then how would I eat?”

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

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

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

“You didn’t let me finish!”

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

“...But yes I was going to say that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gather yourself and clear your throat.

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

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

"I want…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, how do you want to do this?”

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

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

“Want me to bend you over the couch?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you gonna let me?”

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

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

“Now, tell me what you want.”

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

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

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

“No, no that’s good. That’s good.”

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

“Alright, get over my lap then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then ask me nicely."

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still okay?”

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

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

"Good girl. Keep being good for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, the rustling stops and he chuckles triumphantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hums thoughtfully, still rubbing your skin gently.

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

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

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

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vigilante-chase · 19 days ago

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Summary: Part 5 of Ever Rose Has Its Thorn. The title speaks for itself.

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Black!Rose Wilson

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: MDNI (minors do not interact) grinding, groping, mentions of threesomes

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

5. Grinders Keepers

Adrian was nervous. He never had women over to his apartment. Usually, hookups happened at their place or, on rare occasions, at Peacemaker's. His own place wasn't messy—it just barely looked barely lived in. He was either working, patrolling as Vigilante, or sleeping. The rest of his time? Eating quick meals, hanging out with Chris, and the occasional binge of Fargo.

He trailed behind Rose as she stepped inside, her sharp gaze taking in the sparse décor: a lone gray couch, an empty coffee table, and curtainless windows. She shrugged off her wig, stuffing it into her bag before dropping the whole thing on his couch like she owned the place. Her platinum white hair free from the confines of the wig.

"I don't usually have people over," Adrian blurted. "I have a really hard time trusting people."

"Aren't I lucky?" she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she glanced around the barren apartment.

Adrian smiled, not catching on to the sarcasm. "You're honestly really lucky!" He was still baffled that Rose knew his secret. He thought he'd done a decent job hiding it. But then again, she was Rose Wilson—daughter of one of the world's deadliest assassins. Of course, she'd deduce that it was really him. "I just don't get one thing though!" he exclaimed, stepping closer. "How did you find out I'm Vigilante?!"

Rose snorted, tossing herself onto the couch. "You don't mask your voice or your mannerisms, genius. You're basically screaming 'I'm Adrian Chase!' every time you open your mouth."

Adrian blinked, momentarily stunned. "Really? I thought I did a pretty good job keeping it separate..."

She gave him a look that said, Seriously?

Rose kicked her feet up and changed the subject. "So, tell me about your time with Task Force X," she said, settling into the couch like she planned to stay awhile.

That was all the encouragement Adrian needed. His face lit up as he launched into a detailed, breathless recounting of everything he'd done over the past year. He rambled about killing alien butterflies, his vigilante missions, and his unwavering sense of justice.

"It's the best job ever," he gushed, grinning ear to ear. "Even though the pay sucks. But honestly, I don't do it for the money. I do it because killing criminals is just so... fulfilling, you know?"

Rose listened, intrigued despite herself. Most people would've found his enthusiasm for killing unsettling—sociopathic, even. But while she didn't share his zeal, she could relate to his sense of justice. For her, killing was a necessity. A job. Something that required detachment. But for Adrian? He reveled in it. It made him happy to even talk about it, as fucked up as it may seem. She kinda respected it. No hidden agendas, no double crossing or ambiguity. Just a strong sense of justice.

"And the best part is," Adrian gushed, "it's not just the big stuff either. I go after all criminals. Like jaywalkers — I broke one guy's legs for that. Or drug dealers — I slit one's throat last week. Justice doesn't discriminate!"

"You're just an open book, huh?" Rose said, arching an eyebrow.

"I'm only like this with people I trust," Adrian said, his chest puffing out slightly. "Like my friends. Especially Peacemaker. We do everything together. Except when he was in prison. That was the most boring four years of my life, dude."

Adrian began unbuttoning his work shirt as he spoke, revealing a surprisingly chiseled physique beneath. Rose caught herself staring for a second too long.

"Nice body," she blurted out, immediately cringing at her own words.

Adrian, oblivious to the awkwardness, grinned. "Thanks! I try to work out when I can. Gotta keep my body in peak shape—it's a weapon of justice, after all."

He tossed the shirt over the back of the couch and sat beside her.

"Definitely pays off," Rose muttered, leaning back and urging herself to stop ogling. Fuck it's been a while since I've gotten laid, she thought. It was a rough few months living in Mexico, and usually She and Red Hood would have an arrangement if either of them were horny, they'd use each other. And now, looking at Adrian, as weird as he seems, she couldn't deny he was actually hot.

Adrian nodded earnestly. "I'm not as ripped as Chris, though. He's my goal."

Rose rolled her eyes playfully. "You have a little obsession with him or something?"

He smiled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I told you, he's my BFF!"

"Right, right. The BFF you do everything with."

Adrian's face lit up with nostalgia. "Exactly! We shoot old appliances in the woods together, patrol together, have threesomes together, and drink together."

"Wait, what?" Rose cut him off, blinking in disbelief. "Run that last one by me again?"

Adrian tilted his head. "Uh... we drink together?"

"No, before that," she said, sitting up straighter. "You and Chris have threesomes together?!"

Adrian nodded, completely unfazed. "Yeah, it's bonding with my best friend! Chris says it's totally fine as long as I don't make it weird. And I keep my mask on, none of the chicks see my face!"

Rose stared at him, her jaw dropping. "Dude, what the fuck?!"

"What?" Adrian asked, genuinely confused.

She waved her hands, trying to process. "I don't even know where to start. Like... Do you enjoy it? Duh, of course you enjoy it."

"The women usually love it too. They're into the whole 'man behind the mask' vibe that I have going on."

Rose shook her head, laughing incredulously. "That's insane."

"If it makes you feel better," Adrian added, leaning closer, "Chris thinks it'd be awesome to have a threesome with you too."

Her eyes widened. "Excuse me?!"

Adrian chuckled almost maniacally. "Have you seen yourself? Dude, you're hot as fuck! You and Chris would look so hot together."

"Adrian, I'm gonna say this again: what the fuck?! When did you two have time to discuss a potential three way with me?"

Grimacing, he admitted, "We only talked about it after we got back to HQ. Chris said you had a great ass, which, honestly, he's not wrong. And of course it would be consenting, so we're not creepy at all." he insisted.

Rose smirked despite herself. "Uh-huh."

"I-I mean," Adrian stammered, his cheeks flushing, "only if you wanted to. No pressure or anything!"

She shook her head, laughing. "Adrian, you are...something else."

He grinned, relaxing. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"I'll take a rain check on the threesome though. I'm a one-person woman," Rose told him, crossing her arms with a smirk.

Adrian blinked, trying to process her bluntness. A question had been nagging at him since they left Fennel Fields, and now seemed like the right—well, only—moment to ask it.

"Hey, uh... can I ask you something?" he said, his tone hesitant but curious.

Rose tilted her head. "Sure. What's up?"

He cleared his throat and fidgeted with his glasses. "So... that kiss back at Fennel Fields. Was that, like, a real kiss? Or were you just trying to get my coworkers to back off?"

Rose paused, stewing over her answer. She didn't want to give him the wrong idea, but honesty had always been her strong suit. And if she were being truthful, she hadn't been with anyone since leaving Gotham.

Adrian was... different. A little dorky, sure, but endearing in a way she couldn't quite shake. His green eyes behind those glasses, that awkwardly beautiful smile, those dimples—and the fact that he had no clue how hot he was—made him all the more irresistible.

"Why?" she asked, her voice soft but teasing. "Do you want it to be real? Or would you rather forget it?"

His answer was immediate and without hesitation. "I so want it to be real! You have, like, the softest lips ever."

She couldn't help the smirk that crept onto her face as she moved to straddle his lap, her movements slow and deliberate. Adrian's eyes went wide, his mouth parting in shock as his back pressed against the couch.

"Now I've got a question," she said, leaning closer, her voice a low purr. "Have you ever had sex without your mask on?"

Adrian's face flushed red. He nodded quickly, his voice cracking. "A f-few times. Before I, uh, fully became Vigilante. I really didn't have sex 'til my penis got bigger because puberty hit me in my twenties."

Rose raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah," he said, looking sheepish but unable to stop himself. "Peacemaker used to call me Thimble. Anyway, I'd say I'm, like, average size now."

She bit her lip to stifle a laugh. His oblivious honesty was almost too much. She could feel him throbbing against her, and average was not the word she'd use. Maybe he didn't know how puberty worked. That was a question for another day.

"Come here," she murmured, leaning down to kiss him.

Adrian melted into her, his hands hovering awkwardly at her sides before she grabbed them and guided them to her hips. His glasses fogged up almost instantly, but he didn't care. Her lips moved against his, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip before her tongue slipped into his mouth.

What did he do to deserve a hot girl like Rose kissing and grinding on him, he breathed when she broke the kiss to trail her mouth down his neck.

Rose chuckled, grinding her hips against his in slow, deliberate circles. Adrian's head lolled back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as she picked up the pace. His whimpers only encouraged her to move faster, her own frustration driving her hips into his harder.

"Rose, please—don't stop," he begged, his voice cracking in desperation.

She paused, lifting her head to meet his wide, pleading eyes. The shit-eating grin on her face both terrified and thrilled him.

"You want me to keep going?" she asked, her voice low and sultry and slowing down her movements.

He nodded frantically, gripping her hips and dragging her hips over his. "Yes! Please!"

Her lips parted as she started moving again, his hands roaming over her hips and ass with more confidence now. Rose leaned back just enough to pull her sweater over her head, revealing bare tits and perfect curves. Adrian froze, staring up at her like she was some goddess descended from the heavens.

"Can I... touch you?" he asked, his voice soft and awestruck.

She grabbed his hands and guided them to her chest. "Go ahead."

Adrian's hands trembled as they cupped her tits, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. The sensation pulled a moan from her lips, and she leaned down to kiss him again, her tongue exploring his mouth while his hands kneaded her skin.

He was close—so close. His breath hitched, hands gripping her tighter "Jesus, Rosie, keep going!" he whined, his voice a mix of desperation and bliss as his body tensed and jerked. His cum spurting inside his black work pants.

She froze, pulling back with a raised eyebrow as they both came down. "Did you just call me 'Rosie'?" she panted.

Adrian's face turned beet red. "I—uh—sorry! I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine," she said, a grin tugging at her lips. "I kinda like it."

Relief washed over him, and he let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"This was... oddly fun," she said, climbing off him and reaching for her shirt. "Sorry, I jumped you though, I was really horny."

Adrian's eyes lit up. "So, like, we can do this again?"

She laughed, slipping her shirt back on. "Yeah. Definitely."

"Can we actually, you know...fuck next time?" he asked, his voice hopeful and a little shy.

Rose smirked. "Sure."

Adrian's face split into a grin so wide. Peacemaker was never going to believe this.

When they were both dressed again, Adrian drove her back to her hotel. As they pulled up, Rose held out her hand.

"Your phone," she said.

"Uh, why?"

"So I can put my number in it, duh."

Adrian handed it over, grinning like an idiot as she typed her number into his contacts.

"Text me when you're free," she said, leaning over to kiss his cheek before slipping out of the car.

Adrian watched her walk into her hotel room, his heart racing. As soon as she was out of sight, he pumped his fist in the air.

"Fuck yeah! Best. Day. Ever."

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ichorkurt · 9 months ago

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ficrecs masterlist ii.

welcome to my second ficrecs masterlist! find my main blog @ichorai. find my own fics here.

below the cut includes jujutsu kaisen, lord of the rings, saltburn, the halcyon, marvel, game of thrones, house of the dragon, prisoners, world on fire, dc, doctor who, scott pilgrim, succession, harry potter, the boys, interview with the vampire, gangsta, and arcane fics!

jujutsu kaisen.

jujutsu kaisen men in the world of work by @drak3n

ೃ⁀➷ naoya zenin.

only a fool for you by @mochimoshis

ೃ⁀➷ satoru gojo.

intertwined, sewn together by @kiwicider

luxury & lingerie by @celestie0

ೃ⁀➷ suguru geto.

the guy i lost my virginity to is stalking me by @gorehsk

lord of the rings.

ೃ⁀➷ legolas.

watcher of wanderers by @entishramblings

saltburn.

ೃ⁀➷ michael gavey.

the golden ratio by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

midpoint by @asumofwords

mine all mine by @humanpurposes

the poetry of logical ideas by @sylasthegrim

stick it out to the end by @aemondsbabe

the halcyon.

ೃ⁀➷ billy taylor.

one more tomorrow by @tomhiddleston

marvel.

ೃ⁀➷ kurt wagner.

bamf babies by @bamfkeeper

for love, we sin the most by @larcenywrites

kurt's instincts are still flaring... you know just how to help by @/bamfkeeper

parents by @/bamfkeeper

untitled by @dinogoofymutated

untitled by @dreaming-tonite

untitled by @kayesfanfics

untitled by @sanguineterrain

ೃ⁀➷ logan howlett.

logan's reaction when you wear one of his shirts by @periprose

ೃ⁀➷ peter parker.

untitled by @forever-rogue

game of thrones / house of the dragon.

pregnancy headcanons by @princessbellecerise

ೃ⁀➷ gwayne hightower.

& now i'm covered in you by @swordgrace

ೃ⁀➷ jacaerys velaryon.

hunger games au by @maidragoste

lotus bloom by @hxtd

ೃ⁀➷ jaime lannister.

the best fit by @casterladyrock

war has changed by @villaingaze

prisoners.

ೃ⁀➷ david loki.

blood bond by @davidlcki

sfw alphabet by @charliehoennam

tall, dark, and handsome by @rebelliousstories

world on fire.

ೃ⁀➷ tom bennett.

best intentions by @/ewanmitchellcrumbs

rocking the boat by @ultraintrovertedgryffindor

dc.

attractive things they do ... without realizing by @ahqkas

ೃ⁀➷ adrian chase.

five times vigilante definitely does not have feelings (and one time he does) by @tropes-and-tales

helluva drug by @lysenfeu

hot venom by @jangofctts

never been kissed by @training4theapocalypse

thirsty by @/training4theapocalypse

ೃ⁀➷ bruce wayne.

clingy mornings by @kurogxrix

wife on repeat by @bat-mom-writer

ೃ⁀➷ dick grayson.

sunset anew by @/sanguineterrain

doctor who.

ೃ⁀➷ eleventh doctor.

cold feet by @undiscovered-horizon

dangerous habits by @social-mockingbird

a day in by @cloginthedrain

my john by @watchoutforthefanfics

safest place in the universe by @holly-the-trash-writer

set things right by @pastanest

ticking love bomb by @/watchoutforthefanfics

scott pilgrim.

ೃ⁀➷ kim pine.

right next door by @writersbarrierblock

ೃ⁀➷ wallace wells.

untitled by @twiixr4kidz

untitled by @/twiixr4kidz

succession.

their marriage proposal by @romeulusroy

ೃ⁀➷ lukas matsson.

normal people by @the-west-meadow

ೃ⁀➷ roman roy.

baby by @richeeduvie

being roman roy's personal assistant (and his obsession) would include... by @senselessviolets

gossamer by @/romeulusroy

i'm annoying by @bowieandqueen11

movie by @eeveebitches

right where you left me by @aurorag98

smile like you mean it by @cvrnelians

this hope is trecherous by @aprilthearcher

untitled by @/richeeduvie

wedding prep by @/richeeduvie

harry potter.

ೃ⁀➷ cormac mclaggen.

finders keepers by @/training4theapocalypse

ೃ⁀➷ fred weasley.

anything by @ibbythebee

beloved, besotted, betrothed by @emeritusemeritus

the boys.

ೃ⁀➷ black noir.

i want to f**k you like an animal by @dollerinna

interview with the vampire.

dating headcanons by @tomriddleslovergirl

untitled by @steph-speaks

ೃ⁀➷ lestat de lioncourt.

gold, and gold again by @theawfuledges

gangsta.

initiation by @imperatorkhaleesi

ೃ⁀➷ nicolas brown.

untitled by @dollwrites

arcane.

ೃ⁀➷ viktor.

my atlantis, we fall by @strangefilms

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browneyedolly · 24 days ago

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need this awkward neurodivergent man real bad like y’all don’t understand 🙃he’s so adorably pathetic 😭

#peacemaker #dcu #fanfic #adrian chase #vigilante #dc x black!reader #black!reader #black fem reader #black yn #black reader

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powerfultenderness · 16 days ago

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Clone Wars

This [post]: "saying I would fuck your identical clone but not you and refusing to explain"

You know who it would be fun to fuck with like that? Adrian Chase, Vigilante, the love of my life. And it would be soo easy to steer the conversation towards it too!

Just imagine:

Chilling with the gang, the TV's on but no one's really paying attention to it until you sigh at some random commercial. "Oof, that guy is so hot." You say as the narrator says "Freddie Stroma as-"

And everyone pauses, looks at the TV, looks at you, looks back at the TV, then looks at Adrian.

Adrian's confused forced laugh fades when he realizes everyone looking at him. "What?"

"Really?" Chris' voice and face incredulous as he looks at you, though Adrian is still confused and thinks he's talking to him, so repeats his question.

"That guy?!" Chris jerks his thumb towards the TV, even though the game is back on. "You think that guy is hot?"

"Yea." You nod, suppressing a smirk as Chris and Adebayo fall into your trap.

Adrian blinks, still confused, "I mean, I guess he is? He's not the big buff handsome type like you, P."

Chris rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "No, I'm not asking you. That would be weird."

"What? Why? You think because I'm a man I can't tell when another man is attractive? 'Cause let me tell you-"

"Dude! Shut up! You know I don't give a fuck about that! It'd be weird because you look just like him!"

Everyone else nods and a round of "yeas" echoes around the room.

"No, I don't!" Adrian denies quickly, mostly out of what he feels is social obligation.

"Yes, you do! Look!" Adebayo, sweet Adebayo, holds her phone out and zooms in on a picture of the actor. "He even has the same dimples as you!"

"Yea, just throw some glasses on the guy and dye his hair and he could be your twin!" Economos almost hits your mark.

"Yea, you would know, dye-beard."

"Hey look, here's a picture of him with glasses!" The actor is even wearing a baseball cap in the photo, obscuring his blonde hair and looking even more like Adrian.

"Psh! Twin? That guy could be your evil clone!" Chris scoffs as he looks between Leota's phone and Adrian.

"Why's the clone gotta be evil?"

"The clone's always evil." Economs sides with Chris, who tilts his head in thought.

"Actually, maybe Vij is this guy's evil clone."

"Hey! I'm not evil!"

'Come on! So close! Christopher Smith, you perverted motherfucker, don't fail me now.' Horses and water...

"Whatever!" Chris finally yells over the discussion of whether or not ones clone would be evil. (Really, it was going on a little longer than it should have!). "Look, the point is: I would fuck my clone, evil or not."

Yes! Finally! It takes everything in your power not to grin like a maniac.

Leota and John voice their disgust over the thought of fucking their clone while you wait for Adrian's response. You know he's going to agree with Peacemaker, just say it!

"Yea, I'd totally fuck my clone, it'd be awesome!"

More groans and exclamations that you ignore as you theatrically thoughtfully tilt your head and tap your chin. "Hmm, yea. I'd fuck your clone too."

"You mean you'd fuck your clone?" Adrian tries to correct you, a cute helpful smile on his pretty face.

"No." You smile sweetly at him, "I mean, I would fuck your identical clone, Adrian."

He smiles even more, leaning in towards you, eyebrows raised. "Really?"

"Yea," you hold a mollifying hand up, like you were telling him not to worry. "But not you."

"What?"

"Ha! Fucking thimble!" Chris and the others fade in the background as you and Adrian lock eyes.

"But why not?"

You lick your lips, his eyes flicker towards the movement, and just when you open your mouth to answer your phone lights up in your hand.

"Oh." You look down and quickly turn the screen off just as quickly as it lit up. "That's the boss. I gotta go. See you guys later!"

Chris is still laughing at Adrian's rejection even as everyone else bids you a goodbye. Well, everyone but Adrian.

Instead he follows you out the door, "wait! That doesn't make any sense! Why would you fuck my clone but not me?"

He's followed you all the way to your car at this point. You open your car door and look at him, "your identical clone."

He's so cute when he's confused. "What?"

"Yea, no offense to that actor guy, but I really like you with dark hair."

"Really?" Then his smiles falls as he gets confused again. "But then, why wouldn't you fuck me?"

All you do is smirk at him as you slip into the car.

Of course he's not letting it go though! He rushes around to the passenger side and climbs right in. "Ok, why would you fuck my clone, but not me?" He asks again, this time a little slower and moving his hands as if that'd get you to answer him.

~Fade to black~

Adrian rolls onto his back, his breathing a little hard as he grins up at the ceiling. "So, you would fuck me and not my clone!"

"After that?" You too are a little short winded. "I'm definitely fucking your clone."

"Seriously?"

You turn your head and wink at him, "threesome."

His face lights up even more than when you kissed him. "Oh! Ooh!"

#adrian chase x reader #x reader #gn reader #fade to black bc i don't feel like writing smut #i saw the post and was looking for any cod writers taking reqs (i really wanna see soap ghost and gaz respond lol)#when i realized i could tease adrian with it too #idk if i got his voice back. but it's nice to see him again #vigilante x reader

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vigsilantes · 1 year ago

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No one:

Adrian, singing: Five nights at Freddy’s that’s where I wanna be, five nights a-

#adrian chase #vigilante #incorrect peacemaker quotes #incorrect adrian chase quotes #adrian chase x reader #peacemaker #freddie stroma #fnaf #jack black #dcu

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hi-whore123 · 5 days ago

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Good eats pt.2 (I made it this time 😏)

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nobitchs-world · 7 months ago

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I WANNA BE SAVEDDD

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wierdblavk-girl · 4 months ago

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𝓐𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓮

Bf headcanons

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vigilante-chase · 1 month ago

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Summary: Part 3 of Every Rose Has its Thorn. Leota and Rose catch up after lost time, and Adrian has a bright idea.

Word count: 1.2K Words

Warning: None, other than a few changes to the chapter

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Rose Wilson

AO3, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

3. Dive Bar

Rose and Leota cackled obnoxiously as they took a trip down memory lane at the bar, only remembering the good times. The good times were all that mattered. The two went to a private school, and befriended each other when Leota was a new student. She was very quiet and friendly, and Rose knew that the other students would eat her alive. Rose was always a loner, people knew who her dad was, and decided they wanted no parts of her fucked up life. When she saw Leota, she instantly recognized her as Amanda Waller’s daughter, and her godsister as well.

They were like two peas in a pod, bonding over their parents’ rein over their lives. And now over ten years later, they’ve gotten back into the flow of things like nothing has ever changed. Rose felt guilty that she didn’t even get to see her best friend’s wedding, but knowing that Leota has found a beautiful wife like Keeya made her smile.

“What about you?” Leota asks, taking a sip of beer, shivering at the bitter taste. “Any lovers with any of the Titans?”

Rose laughed a humorless laugh, “A fling here and there. Nothing worth talking about.” She had a brief thing with Red Hood, but he ended things as quickly as they started. That left things awkward as they had to work together on missions after that. But the two got over it after a while, and became friends.

Adrian knew it was a bad idea, but he only wanted to make sure Rose and Leota were safe at the bar. He had taken Chris home, and drove all the way to the dive bar that the two women were chatting in. Quickly pulling his kevlar, undershirt, and pants off. He changed into his civilian clothes, and got out to walk to the door. He sighed nervously and adjusted his glasses before walking in, what he thought was a casual and confident strut, in reality was a bashful and nervous stride. He didn’t know what he’d say once he walked up to them, he may have overestimated his confidence in this moment. Leota stopped her conversation midway, gazing at him with wide eyes. To him, it was a look of excitement, when it was really her own nervousness. Rose turned in her seat to see what had Leota spooked. Adrian couldn’t read her expression, she was clearly getting a read on him. Hopefully, she wouldn’t recognize him as Vigilante. But she was friends with Leota, so of course she’s hella smart. Well, it’s now or never.

“Hi, Adebayo! Hi, Adebayo’s friend!” That sounds like a normal greeting, right. Rose gave a half-assed wave, toying with the rim of her beer and eyeing him suspiciously. He shifted under her intense gaze.

“Um, Hey…Adrian. What are you doing here?” Leota asked awkwardly, playing along with whatever game he was playing at. He couldn’t be serious, right? He was willing to follow them to this bar, and get his precious identity found out by Rose.

“I was just in the neighborhood, and decided ‘Hey, I should get a beer!’, and then I happened to see my good friend, Leota Adebayo. And hey, she happens to have a friend, the more the merrier!” He was nailing it perfectly. Rose smiled at him, hopefully a friendly smile. She raised her eyebrow at him, he wanted to get inside her head so bad. God, what was she thinking at this moment. She whispered something to Leota then got up and walked away. Leota looked at him incredulously.

“What the hell are you doing?” She asked him.

“I can’t have a beer after a really hard day?! Is that so wrong?” He asked.

“Yes, it’s wrong if you don’t want Rose to find out your secret identity.” He knew Leota was right, looking down with a soft whine. “I’ll help you keep it safe as much as I can, but Rose isn’t dumb. She’s her father’s daughter.”

Rose walked back to the table with another round of beers before Adrian could reply, staring at him intently as she sat down. “So, Adrian, was it?” She slid a beer in his direction as he nodded. “I’m Rose.” It was his shot, to act normal and keep it together.

“H-Hi, Rose.” He cursed himself for being so nervous. “So what brings you both here tonight?”

Leota looked at Rose, who smiled softly. Is she really falling for this? Stevie Wonder could tell that Adrian and Vigilante were the same person, and she’s not even putting two and two together. Rose leaned forward, crossing her arms over the table, her eyes piercing his. “We had a long day doing this task force bullshit, right Lee?” Leota nodded with pursed lips and a side eye towards her. Where was she going with this? “I had to get on a plane for over eight hours, to be around two absolute morons and kick some ass. But, hey, I’m still alive.”

Adrian looked to Rose then to Leota, “Uh…hopefully those two ‘morons’ were very cool and kicked just as much ass. Let’s say, hypothetically, one of those morons wanted to know if you thought he was cool and badass. Would you think he was…hypothetically speaking.” Leota rolled her eyes, putting her face in her palm.

Rose chuckled and winked at him, “See you tomorrow, Adrian.” With one last gulp of her beer, she stood up, “Ready to head out, Lee?”

“Yeah, more than ready.” Leota said, thanking the heavens that this awkward bullshit was over.

Adrian thought he was hitting it out of the park, maybe Chris should help him with his flirting. He was never good at it to be honest. Usually women flocked to him when he’s Vigilante, only after he’d save them from a mugging or some shit. Impressing Rose Wilson would be harder than he thought.

Leota was gonna just come out and say it, “Okay, what the hell was that back there?”

Rose laughed a maniacal laugh, but tried to hide it with an innocent face. “What? That? Oh, I was just making conversation. You didn’t tell me you were friends with such a cutie.” Leota almost swerved the car, she didn’t know what to feel. Disgust? Confusion? Adrian and cute in the same sentence definitely confused her. Well, only because she’s known him for a while now, and the cuteness fades after hearing him talk for five minutes.

“A cutie?” She asked.

Rose hummed, “Yep, I wonder if he’s seeing anybody?”

“Girl, what the fuck?” Leota was looking at her friend as if she didn’t know her. Adrian didn’t seem like her type, but she did tell her ‘people change’. “I mean, more power to you.”

Rose couldn’t hold in her cackle at this point, “Girl, I’m fucking with you! I knew it was Vigilante the whole time.” They both laughed at the absurdity. “You really think I couldn’t hear the cadence of his voice?”

Leota shook her head, pulling into the parking lot of the shitty hotel they both would be stationed at for the next twelve months. Going to the trunk to get the rest of her luggage out, she walked up to her door, unlocking it and dropping her bags in the middle of the floor. It was time to rest and get some decent sleep.

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