#adrian chase ive missed you

[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."

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

And though she feels this sorrow It will fade tomorrow She'll pretend that this was really love

[seancekitsch]

hi i havent been on tumblr forever cause ive been busy with annoying real life stuff but i reread a bunch of your adrian chase fics and they still fucking slap. i miss that sexy weirdo so much.

me bc i love you!!!! thank you soooo much im so happy you still enjoy them!!! i miss adrian so much he’s sooooo babygirl

[lunaticsandidiots]

just dropping by to say that your adrian chase fics is the only thing thats giving me life rn like omg the fennel fields forever series is just so amazing god i love u

!!!!!! thank you angel ! oh these kinds of asks/comments just mean the world to me, like truly i dont think yall understand how much a little comment or ask about a fic drives us to keep writing.

also i just wanna share my deepest apologies that i havent gotten around to part 4, its sitting there half written, the other half in dot-points just. sitting there. stewing. it happens every time i write a multi-part fic. ive never ever finished one (properly anyway) and i do intend to at least finish part 4 but. i want it to be good and i know it will only be good if im writing it because i want to, not because i have to, so. when the urge hits me, i will smash it out. i promise it will be here. one day.

[honeycombstrawberry]

#104 w Adrian and reader?

bring it on home

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns, gn sex descriptions)

rating: e+

word count: 1,252

prompt: #104: “ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”

one-sentence synopsis: adrian comes home and finds you waiting for him in the bath.

author's note: i wrote this little one on my phone before bed tonight 🥺🥺 i hope you like it!!

read on ao3!

You can hear the front door open and shut, but you don't pay it much attention. Adrian will come and find you when he comes and finds you.

You trail your fingers on the heated surface of the water you're submerged in, letting your fingertips slightly displace the steam rising up. You swirl through that steam, the candlelight around you flickering the fog orange. Sighing, you slip a further deeper underwater, your muscles all relaxing piece by piece, bit by melting bit.

In the distance, you can hear Adrian going through his regular little routine that he does every time he comes home. His footsteps are heavy until his shoes come off; then, you're tracking him by the sounds of cabinets and doors as he changes his clothes and moves through the house.

You hear him pause down the hall, presumably when he notices the bathroom door is slightly ajar. You smile to yourself, letting your fingertips trail between your legs instead, waiting for him to finally come in.

There's soft footsteps, then a gentle knock at the door. Into the small space between door and frame, Adrian asks, "You in here?"

"Yeah," you reply, "Come in."

Adrian nudges the door open, slipping inside into the thick heat in the bathroom. He clicks the door shut behind himself, leaning back against it as he takes in the scene— takes in you. His eyes skim over the candles lit on the counter and the edges of the bath before he finds you in the water, your fingers sliding along the soft skin of your inner thigh.

"Hey," Adrian says, cheeks splotching as his gaze burns through you over the top edge of his glasses. He shoves the frames up, studying you closely as he draws nearer. You were right; he'd changed his clothes, stripping down into a t-shirt and boxers, barefoot on the tile. He scratches at the back of his head as he observes you, rumpling his hair before he rubs the back of his neck.

His hands won't stop moving; you wonder if it's you he really wants to be touching, and you smile, tilting your head against the back of the tub.

"Hey," you reply back. You smile up at him, wet heat coursing through you that has very little to do with the warmth of the water and everything to do with him. "How was your day?"

"Who gives a shit?" he asks, and you laugh, holding your hand out to him. He comes and takes it, heedless of the slick, soapy water you drag along his palm and through his fingers when you intertwine them.

"I missed you," you tell him.

"Yeah?" he asks, breathless. You can see how hard he's already getting, tight in his boxers. "Fuck. I kissed you, too."

Smiling, you ask, "Don't you mean missed?"

"Whoops," he says. "Sorry. Typo." He kisses the wet back of your hand, lips gliding up your slick skin to the inside of your elbow, then further, to your shoulder. He kisses up your throat to the corner of your mouth before smiling into the rough kiss he presses in next.

"You're talking out loud," you argue, but he gets his hand in your wet hair, tugging your head back a bit so he can suck a kiss into your jaw that stings with the sweetest sort of burn, and you forget what he even said in the first place.

You slip your hand loose, wiggle it free and slip it up Adrian's strong thigh. Your wet fingers dampen the fabric of his boxers as you find his cock and circle it. The heat is a sharp pleasure, even better for the breath that punches from his lungs to your mouth as a result.

"Oh, fuck," Adrian mumbles. He kisses you again, confesses in a heated rush, "I've never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now."

"You say that literally pretty much every single day," you tell him, amused.

"And?" he asks. "It's true every time. Now, back up, move, I'm getting in."

"What?" you demand. "Adrian—"

It's too late. He's already climbing into the bathtub, the water sloshing nearly over the top. It just reaches the rim before slipping back down, sluicing over him, forcing his clothes to cling to him like a thin second skin.

Adrian all but tears his wet boxers off, flinging them to the ground with a wet slap against the tile. His shirt joins it, his arms contorting, torso twisting, his muscles all flexing as he tugs the soaked material up and off. It gets caught around his shoulders, so you reach up to smooth your hands up his strong chest before you help it off. He shakes his head once he's free, water flying out of his damp hair, glasses fogging up with heat. You reach up and slip them off, setting them aside.

"Fuck," Adrian breathes, "Finally," and then he's dropping over you, sending water cascading up again.

The hand Adrian reaches between your legs is hungry, searching, and he finds your entrance easily. When he feels how slick and loose you already are, he's lifting his head and sealing you in a kiss again, moaning into your mouth.

"Were you touching yourself before I got here?" Adrian asks. When you nod, he bites into another kiss with you, telling you, "Fuck, that's so hot. Holy fuck—"

He guides his cock to your entrance, pushes in in the slick wetness, warmth and heat everywhere. You reach up, stroking wet fingers through his damp hair, tugging him down so you can bite under the cut of his jaw. He makes a broken noise when you suck a bruise there, falling apart above you.

His hands come up to grip the rim of the tub on either side of your head, knuckles as white as the porcelain when he fucks into you in a sleek rush. He doesn't hesitate to fuck you into the bathtub, finishing what you started before he even got there. At the angle he's pounding into you, you easily get friction from his body. You just have to twist your hips just so, and then there's sparks rocketing through your entire body, coiling in your belly, shooting up your spine.

"Adrian," you gasp out, grasping for a kiss from him.

At the sound of his name falling from your lips, Adrian shatters, his breath stuttering in his chest as his hips gain a frantic rhythm. He can't stop repeating your name, intermixed with, "Fuck," and, "Please," and, "Holy fucking shit, I love you," over and over and over. His forehead comes to meet yours when he cums, a desperate, slack-jawed kiss coming to your lips from his.

Your chest is heaving, and you keep fucking yourself onto his cock, grinding against his body until you're cumming around him. You can feel your body tightening around him, your muscles all seizing and then releasing again, and Adrian breaks off a cry into your throat at the sensation.

You card your fingers through his hair absently. Still catching your breath, you tell him, "I'm going to have to take another bath."

"We," he corrects you, his back lifting in great heaves as he catches his own breath. He lifts his head and drags into a kiss with you, loose, biting, smiling. "I'm going to use watermelon bubbles this time."

"Fine," you agree, and he grins, kissing your cheek before reaching back for the drain.

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[iguana-eyanna]

Crazy For You

Paring: Adrian Chase x pregnant! reader

Summary: Adrian is worried about two things:

Is he going to be a good father?

Will he ever admit his true feelings for you?

Warning: vulgar language, cursing, c-section, labor, birth, pregnancy symptoms

"Adrian, I swear if you tell me to breathe one more time..." You gritted through your teeth.

"Yeah, yeah. I remembered, you'll cut off my dick." He says casually, swiping your forehead with a small towel.

You know you shouldn't be too harsh on him, but he was the person who put you in this predicament.

You've known the Chase boy all your life. He was known to be crazy and wild, but had a heart of gold. As you got older, Adrian could not resist how you started to look. It made him go ferral. You also noticed how he's been working out a lot for some reason, not that you minded his scrawny physique in high school.

So one night when you two were at the bar, drinking your sorrows from your dry spells, you realized that you had each other.

One thing lead to another and you were friends with benefits. It was fun at first, where both of you didn't feel the need of awkwardness or responsibilities. It was fine, until you missed your period.

When you told Adrian about it, he went to the nearest drug store and bought almost a dozen tests.

"Just to make sure..." he said.

A couple of minutes pass and Adrian hears sobbing in the bathroom.

He runs toward to where you were at and saw how you were crying at the test. Adrian sees how all the tests were positive. You look up to him, scared of how he'll react.

His first instinct was to slowly wrap his arms around you as you buried your face in his chest. You stay there until you were able to calm down and have a serious conversation.

"You have every right to choose what you want. I'll support you, in any shape or form." Adrian said, placing a comforting hand on your knee that was close to your chest.

You chose to keep the baby and Adrian kept his word. He was thrilled of having a kid of his own, started buying clothes and toys (which you told him to return because you weren't even showing yet.)

But secretly, he wished that your relationship would blossom into something more romantic. He wanted to call you his girlfriend, the love of his life. But, he was alright calling you the future mother of his child.

Now, you just finished another contraction and you were able to breathe easier. A nurse walks in to check your vitals and you could see how Adrian was tense around her, giving her dagger eyes.

"Could you um, get me a cup of ice chips?" You ask him, hoping a short walk could clear his mind.

"Yeah sure." He says as his eyes soften, giving you a small smile before he leaves.

"How long have you and your boyfriend been together?" Your nurse asks as she checks on your IV bag.

"Oh, um... we're not together." You said, off guard.

"I'm sorry hun. I didn't mean to pry." Your nurse said to you sincerely.

"It's okay. If you don't mind me asking, what made you think that?"

She chuckles a bit and shakes her head.

"The way he looks at you. It's like you're his whole world in his eyes." She says, smiling as parents who are expecting look at their significant other like that.

"I never noticed." You said to yourself, looking at the door where Adrian left and hoping for him to return again with those eyes.

Speaking of which, Adrian got the cup of ice chips but got lost around the maternal ward. He almost spiraled until he crossed over to the nursery where all the small babies were sleeping.

He walks closer to the glass, thinking that his baby was going to be there soon.

"Which one is yours?" a voice chirped.

He looks to his left and sees an older gentleman looking at the same glass he did.

"They're not born yet, my girlfriend's still in labor." Adrian said, not knowing why he lied (but liked how he called you his girlfriend.)

"My husband and I are about to adopt that baby girl in the corner right there. She's our third kid." The man said, pointing his finger proudly at the glass where the baby was gurgling happily.

Adrian couldn't help but gulp loudly.

"Does the worry ever stop? You know, being a whole ass parent and wondering if you're going to screw your kid over?"

The man laughs and shakes his head, smiling at the young expecting parent.

"Oh geez, your remind me of me 6 six years ago! And no, the worry never stops. All you gotta do is love and cherish them, make them their own person with values and respect themselves as well as others. Sure, they'll have their flaws or make mistakes. But that's just the way of living, you know? I'm just glad I got to raise my kids with my partner. I wouldn't dream of doing it with anyone else." The man concluded.

Something in Adrian cracked, like a light bursting out from the cracks in the walls. He realizes that he wants to have a future with you, kiss you in the morning before you go to work, or have those cheesy anniversaries like those couples who stop by the diner during his shift.

He wanted all of that.

His thoughts break as he hears a scream and recognizes it was yours.

"That's my girl! Gotta go!" Adrian said, dropping the cup of ice as he ran towards the screams.

he stops in his tracks as he sees you sitting on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily as beads of sweat traveled down your face.

Gosh, you were beautiful.

"Hey, hey, I'm here...." Adrian said walking carefully towards the bed, as you hold onto his shoulders.

You stay there for a moment, felling the contraction take over. You could feel his hands massaging your sides, trying to soothe any discomfort.

"Can I ask you something?" You stutter out, still not over your contraction.

"Yeah, sure."

"Do you... do you like me?"

Adrian's eyebrows knit together, "Of course I do, why would you think that after we have sex multiple times?" he asks as a matter of fact.

You laugh at his stupid remark and shake your head.

"No, you dim whit. I'm asking if you have... feelings for me?" You ask again.

His eyes turn doe like, but he collects his cool as he stares into your tired eyes.

"I always had a crush on you since we were kids. Then when we got older and we started hooking up, I started going crazy for you. I mean, the sex is a plus... but just out of everyone in this town, you chose me. So yeah, I do really do like you. I love you and I hope you want something more, if you'll have me." Adrian said as he poured out his heart.

You were about to open your mouth until you groaned, shutting your eyes shut as the pain in your abdomen intensified. Your heart monitor begins to make an uncomfortable sound and Adrian is screaming at the top of his lungs for someone to help.

A doctor and some nurses come rushing in and looks at the machine.

"The baby's heart rate is dropping. We need to prep for an emergency c-section." The doctor ordered.

A nurse helps you lie down as you moan out in pain and they begin to roll you to a surgery room.

"Adrian..." you tried screaming out as you lost sight of him. He runs to your side as your hand was reaching out to him and you held it for dear life.

"I'm scared... what if...." You tried uttering out before the nurses prepped you for an anethesia.

"You'll be fine. You and the baby will fine. Trust me." Adrian murmured before a nurse whisked him away so he could wear the proper scrubs during your operation. He quickly gets dressed and sits in a chair that's by your head.

All he could do was soothe your worried state as the doctor starts the procedure. Adrian either wipes away the hair in your face or your tears. Suddenly, you both heard a wondrous cry from behind the curtain above you.

Your baby.

The doctor raises them up for both of you to see.

"It's a boy!" The doctor announced before the nurses checked it's lungs and cleaned it up.

You could see how Adrian is crying with pure joy as all he could do was stare where his baby was being helped. A nurse walks up to the two of you and offers Adrian to hold your baby close to your face to see him.

"It's our son!" Adrian says with pride as both of you are crying as you now have a healthy child.

Once you and your baby boy, Thomas, recovered you all went home. Adrian was so careful taking your baby out of the car to walk to your house, as well as helping you out of your seat. You all then settled on the couch as all you could do was look at your son.

"He's beautiful." You murmured as you take in his features, noticing the curly mop of hair resembling to his father.

You look up at Adrian who was silently beaming with so much happiness and he looks up to you as well.

"Look, about the hospital... I'm sorry for saying those things-" You silently interrupt him with a soft kiss, and you feel his arms snake your waist as you still hold your son.

You pull away as you begun to speak.

"Never apologize."

You pause for a moment till you found the right words to say

"You mean so much to me. You've been my rock and my best friend these past few months. I love you too, and I'm sorry I kept you waiting."

His lips curve into a small smile as he kisses your temple.

"For you, I'll wait for forever." He murmurs.

You both share a loving glance to one another as you look down at your gurgling baby in your arms.

This was a love story that will last forever.

[tasmpeter]

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚ ﾟ. VIGILANTE & MAN-EATER PRESENT: ROAD TRIP TO MURDERVILLE.

* ੈ🩸‧₊˚ chapter one: skin

( i. skin | ii. pocketful of sunshine | iii. two of hearts | iv. disco tits )

— pairing: adrian chase x mercenary!reader

— synopsis: vigilante and man-eater hardly knew each other. hell, they didn't even know each other's real names. they have met a couple times. man-eater collecting bounties on wanted men, only to find adrian chase standing over the dead bodies of the men she was attempting to kill. that’s how all their run ins went. man-eater too late to cash in on her bounties and vigilante always there, waiting for you. it was a game for you two. who could get to the bad guy first?

after man-water missed a half of a million dollars bounty due to vigilante and pure boredom, you came up with a proposition. vigilante and man-eater drive across country, collecting only the highest bounties and split the profit. with peacemaker in prison, adrian had nothing to keep him in evergreen. so began two sociopaths killing (and fucking) their way around america.

— content warnings: smut (unprotected sex, pain kink, degration kink, rough sex, knife play, blood kink, knife kink, masked sex), gore, violence, small mentions of drug usage, swearing. 18+ minors dni.

— authors note: this is part one of a series i’m writing! this is my first time writing smut so if y’all have any tips, send them my way. this is also cross posted on ao3 & wattpad! enjoy <3

* currently revamping the series a little! just some minor editing & layout changes. this chapter has been edited <3

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You knew you were too late before you even arrived.

The wooden doors were falling off the hinges and there was a blood trail leading to the bedroom. Crack pipes and various needles were scattered about the house. Your victim was suppose to be a big time crackhead who owed some very powerful people money. You slammed her fist into the broken door. That one was worth 500k. You were going to kill Vigilante.

Vigilante and Man-Eater had this thing. You would try to collect a bounty, and he would always be there right before you arrived, killing them. The first couple times, you let it slide, chalking it up to coincidence, but now— now it is fucking personal.

Your footsteps were muffled by the blood soaked carpet as you stepped into the bedroom, pistol drawn. There was your bounty, dead on the floor surrounded in blood, and Vigilante, covered in blood, sat comfortably on the bed.

"I was waiting for you, wondered if you were ever going to show up. You are pretty late this time, this guy has been dead for at least twenty minutes,” Vigilante said, twirling a knife in his hands.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" You screamed, pulling a knife out of your thigh holster and charging at him. Vigilante was now laid flat on his back on the shitty, cigarette burned bed with a knife to his throat. Man-Eater straddling his thighs, hovering over the masked man. His breaths became heavier and you felt like you could hear his heart beating from here. Man-Eater didn't know if it was due to your overly frustrating day or the fact you hadn't slept in two days, but the man you had spread out beneath you had never looked hotter. It suit him, being beneath you.

"If you wanted to be on top, you could have just asked,” Vigilante spoke and you could just hear the fucking smirk on his lips. His hips bucked against your thigh as you just pressed the knife harder against his throat — turning him on more (and maybe yourself).

"You are one sick fuck. I'm holding a knife to your throat and all you can think about is wanting to fuck me,” You said, licking your lips at the sight of this man writhing underneath you.

"Well, you are really hot and your thigh is pressed directly into my crotch. The knife thing is just a plus," Vigilante moaned out as your thigh pressed harder into his crotch. You knew what you were doing. Maybe out of anger for him taking your kill once again or maybe — maybe you wanted him too.

"Take the fucking mask off,” You calmly stated. Your maroon latex suit had a main zipper down the front that allowed you to slip the costume on with ease. Maybe to tease Vigilante — or turn him on even more, you slowly began to pull the zipper, exposing your black bra underneath.

"You can't see my face. I wear one for a reason,” Vigilante pleaded, eyes directed at the cleavage in front of him. You rolled her eyes and with the tip of the knife, rolled up the bottom of his mask so that his lips were exposed. They were bright pink and wet — they looked so kissable.

Then, you kissed him. You kissed him hard and rough, like you were making a statement with your lips. Like you didn't want to be kissing him, but here you were, making out with a guy you had just threatened to kill. Even with your mouth, Man-Eater was putting up a fight.

After processing the fact he had a beautiful lady on top of him, kissing him, Vigilante finally kissed back. He met you with the same ferocity that you kissed him with. Sloppy, hard, and fast. Tongues clashing together, teeth knocking into one another. It was primal. There was no love in that kiss. Only frustration and lust were to be found in that room.

Vigilante slowly made his way towards the zipper of your suit, and almost like he was teasing you, slowly started to unzip the latex suit even further. He was taking excruciatingly long and, maybe fueled by lust and frustration, you unzipped your entire suit, kicking it on the floor. You were almost naked now, only a bra and underwear covering you now — and Vigilante was dying to rip them off. He pushed your onto the bed and tore the black underwear of your body, and slowly began kissing his way up your legs. Your hands were already on his mask, begging to be gripping hair instead.

"If you don't put that fucking mouth on something useful, I'll fucking cut it off,” You begged as you were writhing in pleasure underneath Vigilante. He moaned when you said that. He fucking moaned at the threat of physical violence against him. He was one perverted motherfucker. He finally placed his mouth between your legs and you swore you found god.

Vigilante began lapping at your cunt, trying to draw you wetter and wetter. Your screams of pleasure filled the empty house — minus the dead body on the floor beside them, and your screams only made him grow harder. His tongue quickened it's pace with each scream you let out. He wanted you begging for you life beneath him. You couldn't take it any longer. You needed to feel him inside of you.

"V. I- I need you inside of me,” You moaned through your words. Vigilante wasted little time unbuckling his pants and slipping himself inside of you. Their moans became one as he entered your tight cunt.

After the first wave of pleasure finished rolling over his body, Vigilante began picking up the pace. Each thrust leaving the mercenary a mess underneath him. Squirming and gripping bedsheets as he bottomed out with each thrust. His mouth found your large breasts and began sucking on your nipples. Your moans became louder, holding onto the back of Vigilantes amour to steady yourself.

He pulled himself off of your breasts, "You are such a fucking whore. Fucking an unnamed guy you don't even know in some crack house." Each word annunciated with a thrust.

"S-says you. You find the first pussy you see and start fucking it. I-I was trying to kill you and it fucking turned you on, you fucking manwhore," You said between each trust, choking back your moans while you spit venom. You weren’t nice about it. What they were doing, wasn't nice.

His hands found themselves around your neck and squeezed, "You haven't even seen my face, but you, I have seen plenty of you. You think that little paint on your face hides your identity, but it doesn't. Yet here you are, taking the cock of a guy you haven't even looked in the eyes."

You moaned as he squeezed tighter around your neck and your hands slowly made way for the knife laying on the bed next to them, "Then take it off."

Vigilante laughed, "And why should I do that? Kind of defeats the point of a secret identity." He was still pounding away at her cunt. His balls slapping against your fragile skin, stinging your raw skin.

Quickly, Man-Eater pulled the knife back to Vigilante's throat, pressing deep enough to cause discomfort, but not enough to actually drawn blood, "Come on, baby. You don't want to look me in the eyes while you fuck me?"

Maybe it was the feeling of the cold metal against his throat, or the way you begged him to take off his mask. But he reached up and pulled the mask off of his head and for the first time, the two made eye contact.

"Now that's a good boy,” You drawled out, the knife pressing deeper into his neck, just begging to break skin. You just began actually notice Vigilantes unmasked face. He was oddly beautiful. He wasn't traditionally gorgeous, but god was he gorgeous to her. His green eyes and the damp curly brown hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead. He looked nerdy and not like a cold blooded killer. Maybe that turned you on more.

In one swift move, you were now flat on your stomach and Vigilante's deep strokes began once again. The knife that was pressed against his throat, thrown across the room and your arms were now pinned behind back. The room echoed with the sounds of the meshing of skin. You arched your back up to deepen the connection.

"Vig, I-I'm going to come!” You screamed out through the sounds of slapping skin.

"M-me too," Vigilante could barely make the words out. He was out of breath and he felt himself slowly beginning to let himself go.

"Vig! Oh-oh! Yes!" The pair release at the same time and you had never felt more pleasure in your life. You had never wanted something more than you did then.

Laid out on your back, you were still trying to catch your breath. You had never been fucked like that before — ever. The crack house bedroom no longer smelt like fresh blood and gunpowder. Instead, a humid air lingered along with the smell of sex and swear. Vigilante kept checking his throat to make sure you didn't actually cut him. There was a small knick, nothing major, he'll live. You chuckled at the guy. He seemed majorly neurotic and it was a breath of fresh air. All the men you had even been with or met were arrogant, hot headed and selfish. A selfish man doesn't immediately eat a girl out. Maybe you could grow to stand Vigilante. Enough for let him eat your pussy more often.

"So, what's your name then?" You asked, standing up to grab your clothes scattered across the floor. You found your underwear in the pile of blood. Fuck, you won't be wearing those.

This apparently startled the killer, too preoccupied checking his throat to remember he had another person in the room, "Uh, that is top secret information."

You rolled your eyes and stepped into the latex suit, "I already saw your face, dumbass. Not really top secret information anymore. I was going to offer you a business proposition, but since you don't trust me enough to tell me your name, I guess I won't ask you."

Now intrigued by the offer, Vigilante peaked his head up and turned towards you, "Well, if I were to tell you my name, what would the offer be?"

You sauntered over to the boy, your suit still unzipped to your stomach, "Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to come on a little road trip with me. I have a couple of big bounties lined up across the country, and — not that I need the help — you just seem like you are good at being a bounty hunter. We would split the cash."

Vigilante pondered the question. Well, he already knew his answer, he just wanted to watch Man-Eater nervously play with her cuticles and twitch. A beautiful murder just asked him to travel across the United States for money? Of course he was in. Ever since Peacemaker went to prison, he had been getting increasingly bored of Evergreen. Same petty criminals, same boring job. Until he crossed paths with you. You were sexy, dangerous, mysterious, and hilarious. Watching Man-Eater get angry with him because he killed one of your targets was incredibly funny. Most fun he's had since Peacemaker left.

"Adrian Chase."

You looked up from her hands and locked eyes with the man in front of you. A smile spread across your face and Adrian thought he was staring into the sun. He could get used to that.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Adrian,” The way you said his name. It was breathy and drawn out, almost like a moan. Seduction was definitely one of your strong suits. You reached your hand out and was met with a firm handshake from Adrian.

"So, who are we killing first?" Adrian asked, clipping pieces of his suit back together.

You zipped up the rest of her maroon suit, "Jimmy Rogers. A small time arms dealer in Twin Falls, Idaho. Worth about a 100k."

Adrian nodded, not daring to look away from your eyes, "Well, who's car are we taking?"

[flowiehowie]

Maid Cafe Au

I am unaware if it was a thing before (Probably because these types of Au’s are pretty common) but after seeing @nobodyfamousposts attempts to ignore Animaestro created a Maid Cafe Au I thought it was a fun chance for fluff. So Here is part one of a i don’t know how many parts. And yes this is an excuse to get Marinette a bun and new friends.

Part 1 - A new prospect. Marinette liked to believe that she did well with managing her life's many responsibilities. Between school, helping out at her parents bakery, hanging out with her friends, fighting akuma, and her own interests and hobbies there wasn’t that much time in the day. She tried her best, however reluctantly, to not let herself slip in any of her duties. Yes, here or there she was late for an activity with her friends, or she might have dozed off during a lecture form Ms. Bustier, but all in all she managed it well.

Apparently not as well as she had thought.

Marinette was sitting in the back of the class staring out of the window lazily. Spring was around the corner and the cold weather was being chased away by longer days and warm weather. The morning was slightly nippy, but now in the afternoon the sun was shining and Marinette just wanted to curl up and take a nap.

Marinette let out a dreamy sigh before looking back at her notebook where she was doodling ideas for new outfit designs. Class was almost over and a half hour ago Ms. Bustier gave them worksheets to work on silently for the rest of the day. Marinette had finished hers about ten minutes ago and started thinking of new spring designs. She normally didn’t wear skirts, preferring jeans, but was thinking of maybe trying something new. It was spring after all, time for new beginnings. And she certainly needed one of those, so she doodled out various skirt designs.

She was fairly content until a loud laugh came from the front of the class. Marinette looked up and saw Alya leaning over her desk to talk to Lila, who was currently laughing obnoxiously in her, “Oh silly girl, I'm about to tell you why you are wrong,” way.  Marinette scowled down at her, clenching her pencil as tight as she could. She couldn’t hear what little miss ‘pay attention to me’ was saying, but she knew it was some outlandish lie.

Marinette continued to scowl down and was tempted to march over there and yell at Lila, until she caught sight of Adrian next to her. The blonde model was currently sitting as far as he could from Lila and his polite smile seemed strange. As if sensing her, his eyes darted up and made contact with hers.  Marinette felt all her anger vanish along with her breathe as his green eyes met hers, and his smile seemed more genuine and he gave a small wave. A blush crept up on Marinette's face and with a small smile she returned his wave. Adrien then reluctantly returned to the conversation with Alya and Lila, and Marinette turned back to her sketchbook, feeling a tad hollow inside.

She heard a small tapping on her desk, and looked over and saw her bag resting on the table and Tikki’s red round head sticking out of it with a with a comforting smile. The little Kwami mouthed words of comfort and Marinette gave her a thankful smile. Marinette always felt close to her Kwami, but the last few weeks the bond has strengthened. Tikki was the only one who was actively on her side when it came to Lila, and she felt like Marinette’s only true friend anymore. After blowing Tikki a kiss to let her know she was okay, Marinette turned back to her design and decided that she was going to make her skirt Tikki themed. It was spring after all, Tikki’s favorite season.

The last few minutes passed silently  and soon class was dismissed. Marinette watched on solemnly as Alya packed up her things quickly and most of the class left fawning over Lila, not even sparing her a glance. Marinette gathered up her things silently, hating how she was becoming used to being alone. She stayed focus on gathering her things and didn’t notice when a certain boy came up behind her.  A cheerful voice shocked her.

“Hey Marinette, do you need some help?”

Marinette stood up suddenly and spun around to face Adrien, only to find she spun too enthusiastically and almost fell over. With a bit of a shout Marinette found herself on one foot balancing carefully, Adrien looking concerned and having a hand out to catch her in case she fell.  ‘Drat’, Marinette thought to herself as she flashed Adrien a smile both apologetic and sheepish, ‘,I should have fallen.’

“Oh, Adrien! Hi! Um- Hello! Yes- um. No, I don't want your help. Or- Ah! I mean I don't need your help! I would certainly want you-IT! It- Your help that is but I am already done packing and… hehe…” A violent flush came across her face as she looked down, eyes darting from the floor to Adrien back and forth. Adrien seemed surprised at first, but as usual seemed to ignore Marinettes stuttering and gave her a bright smile.

“Well in that case would you like me to walk you home? My bodyguard can trail behind us in the limo so it should be fine with my Father.”

Marinette must have fallen and died. That was the only explanation as to why she was now in Heaven. All bad thoughts of Lila were pushed aside as a large smile grew on her face. She nodded quickly. “Yes I would love you- THAT! That. I would love that! I mean not love. Psh who said love. Like It would be cool if we walked together. Yeah, cool. Like Me.” Marinette then tried to demonstrate how cool she felt by getting her bag strap caught on her chair as she tried to walk forward and the chairs toppled over her, causing her to squeak loudly.

After a short embarrassing moment of fixing the chair Marinette decided the best course of action would to slowly curl up on herself and die forever. Not being able to do that however, she gave Adrien an apology which he waved off, and the two began to walk down the steps, Adrien filling the silence by talking about the new game Ultra Mecha Strike iV was coming out and how they should play together. Marinette was slowly calming down and was going to risk attempting to agree that they should, when a voice stopped her.

“Marinette, actually, could you wait a second. I would like to talk to you about something.”

Marinette turned to see Ms. Bustier standing near her desk, looking towards Marinette. Marinette was confused but nodded and turned to apologize to Adrien. He waved her off once again and said he would wait for her outside the school. Marinette allowed herself a dreamy sigh and then turned back to her teacher, who was watching them both with a small smile.

“What did you need Miss Bustier?” Marinette asked curiously as she sat  at the offered seat across the teachers desk. “Did I not turn in my Class Rep report? I could have sworn I did it yesterday?”

“No, Marinette, it's not that. I have your report and its very well done, as always,” Miss Bustier said kindly as she walked around the desk and leaned against it, causing Marinette to have a small smile. “No, I am afraid this is about your frequent tardiness and your occasional absences. Unfortunately, they have gotten to the point that they can’t be overlooked.”

Marinette straightened up, her face going concerned. She knew she cut it close here and there, but she had thought they were under control. “I’m so sorry Miss Bustier. I try really hard but it's just with my parents bakery and the akuma attacks and,” Miss Bustier raised a hand to stop Marinette and she smiled kindly at the young girl, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Listen I know you are busy. And I know how hard you try Marinette. You always keep your grades up and keep a positive attitude around class which is why I typically overlook it, but Principle Damocles is worried about your record for tardiness and your commitment to your education. “ Bustier leaned back and crossed her arms loosely, keeping her voice calm and soothing so as to not upset Marinette.

“I have assured him multiple times that you are one of our best and brightest, but he is still concerned as to how it looks on paper to the board. He wanted disciplinary measures, but I offered another idea that he is agreeable to.”

Marinette looked on with concern and confusion, her hands clenched as Miss Bustier reached back and grabbed something off her desk as she continued to talk. “As you may be aware we allow our upper class students to use school expenses to undergo certain projects. Usually such ventures are reserved for those about to leave Lycee, but some exceptions get made for special students. Such as Mr. Felix Alium.”

Marinette raised her eyebrow, a bit confused as to what this all had to do with her punishment and absences. “Who is Felix?” Marinette asked instead, assuming Miss Bustier would get to the point eventually.

“Felix is a student a year above you, and he is exceptionally bright. Top of all his classes, and is already being looked at by several private Lycee’s. Despite his young age he is already adamant that his future will be business minded. After several meetings with the board and with Mr. Damocles, it has been decided that under teacher supervision Felix will be put in charge of a small business venture courtesy of the school. We will be opening a small cafe which will be mostly student run. It will be funded by the school and will run the entirety of Spring break, and possibly after. The school will only be in charge on a high managerial level, the venture however is entirely Felix’s. It will go to extra credit and will look quite good on any application.” Miss Bustier finally offered Marinette the envelope she grabbed off her desk, and Marinette curiously opened it.

“Now it will have students working the cafe, with Felix serving as Manager. He has scouted out those he wanted to take along the venture with our approval. He has expressed interest in having you involved, however I was hesitant at first with your track record. However it has been decided by Mr. Damocles and I. Either you work on this project with Felix, or you take extra classes throughout spring break. The choice is between you and your parents, who we have already notified.”

Marinette’s head was spinning with all this information. She numbly thumbed through the folder, seeing various essays and plans for this supposed Cafe. Apparently it wouldn't be just a normal cafe, but something called a ‘Maid’ cafe. It seemed to cater to young teenagers and cosplayers, and it seemed this Felix fellow was pushing to have a day all in honor of the Cities heroes; Ladybug and Chat Noir. Not out of respect or admiration it seemed, but because it would bring in the most money if his essays were anything to go by.

This Felix seemed very smart and business minded. He seemed to have everything already planned, and on list of potential workers her name was written in his supposed very neat handwriting. Which brought up another thing: why her? She doesn't know who this Felix was. Never even heard his name before. How did he know hers? She relayed this to Miss Bustier, who smiled in returned.

“You may not have noticed Marinette, but you have been making quite a name for yourself. You are the child of two very successful bakers, and you have designed for Jagged stone and won a contest judged by Gabriel Agreste himself. Like Felix you are very exceptional, and I think it's wise on his part to wish to include you.”

Marinette couldn’t help the blush that crept on her face and she looked down at her face. She had a pleased smile on her lips, though. She was never one to brag, and never tried to, but the fact that people have noticed all those accomplishments filled her with pride. She vaguely knew they were big deals, but to have them laid out like that to her made Marinette felt like she was doing something right.

“Listen Marinette, If you do decide to go into this project, know you must fully commit. Felix will be giving reviews of all the students helping. If yours is not to our liking Mr. Damocles may see fit to exercise further punishments. So think carefully about this, and talk with your parents about it. I will need an answer by the end of the week okay?”

Marinette nodded and she stood up, still flipping through the envelope. The more she read about this the more intrigued she was.  She said goodbye to Miss Bustier and thanked her for all her kind words and for understanding how busy she could be. As Marinette walked out of the doors to the school, she looked around for Adrien, but frowned when she saw Lila and Chloe were both pawing all over him. He looked very uncomfortable and Marinette felt a familiar anger burn in her stomach.

Before she could act however, Adrien looked up and saw her.  He gave her an apologetic shrug, and tried to get the two off him. Before he could however his Bodyguard seemed fed up and personally walked over and pulled Adrien into the Limo. Adrien managed to wave at marinette sadly before the Limo pulled away.  Marinette waved gently, the anger turning hollow again as she sighed.

“Marinette…?” A concerned voice came from her bag and Marinette looked down to see Tikki looking at her concerned.

“I’m fine Tikki. I’m used to it.” Marinette sighed, and shot the kwami her best smile, before she began to walk home. Her mind filled with liars and crushes and most prominently; a mysterious boy and his Maid Cafe.

[jeysbvck]

omg do i have a fic idea for adrian chase?

god ive missed you so much.

[honeycombstrawberry]

I came here from AO3 to ask if you would be willing to do a second part to "for you, anything" just cuddles in the hospital after getting y/n in a stable condition sound adorable :]

bonus scene from "for you, anything"

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns) rating: gen word count: 1,028

>>> read on ao3!! <<<

You blink, and it feels like you’re waking up in the morning, except everything fucking hurts.

Without meaning to, you groan, trying to reach up to block the light hitting you in the eyes. Your hand is stopped by a light tug, and you blink again, downwards this time, confused, to find yourself connected to an IV.

If that’s supposed to be painkillers, it’s not working particularly well, you think with agitation, dropping your hand back down.

There’s no moment where you forget what’s happened to you. The memories are all there already, just waiting to fill your mind the second you’re conscious and aware. You’re not sure what happened in between you riding in the van with Adrian and you waking up in this hospital bed, but you at least feel like you’re in less pain than you had been, if nothing else. You’re sure you’ve got Adrian to thank for that.

You’ve only had about two seconds to evaluate the hospital room you’ve been secluded in before the door is pushing in. Adrian’s eyes meet yours, and he nearly drops the bag in his hands when he realizes you’re awake.

“Holy shit,” he says, and shoves the paper bag aside. He’s at your side in a second, perched on the edge of the hospital bed, eyes raking over you quickly, taking your hand in his, far more careful in moving you than you’d been with yourself. He takes your head in his other hand, kisses your temple hard. “Holy shit, okay, you’re— You’re awake, you’re okay, how’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” you tell him, and your throat scratches. You frown, then ask him. “Do you— Is there water?”

“Oh, shit, yes,” he says. He kisses your cheek, then stands to retrieve the paper bag. “The water from the sink here is super janky and all their little water bottles are dumb and destroy the environment so I went and got you your water bottle from home when I was changing my clothes. And then I realized you needed, like, the actual water, too, so I went and got that, and I was getting snacks, but I didn’t know what you’d be able to eat, so I got a bunch of everything—”

“Adrian,” you cut him off, and he turns back to you, hands full of the contents of his paper bag. “Water first.”

He exhales. “Right,” he says, and starts digging through the bag again. He’s changed out of his Vigilante uniform into jeans and a sweater, but he’s still rumpled and sweat-streaked, his hair at all angles. His clothes are changed, but he remains a mess. It’s clear he didn’t linger long, wherever he went.

When he comes back to you, he helps you in taking your water and drinking it, even though you’re not weak enough to need that much help, necessarily. It reassures the both of you to do it, until he can take the bottle away again, setting it aside.

“Do you want food?” he asks. “Or— I mean, the nurse, probably, or a doctor, or somebody. Or, like— More sleep? Or—” You reach out and catch his wrist, tugging lightly at him. You can’t move far, or with much strength, but you squeeze as tight as you can anyways.

“Would you lay down with me?” you ask him. The pain’s burning in you, but the fear’s a little stronger, a little harder to shake. You know, logically, you’re in a safe place, but— you weren’t, for so long, and the back of your mind still itches, and your skin still prickles, and you’ve missed him. Adrian can make it all better, even if it’s a nonsensical thought to have. You think it might still be true, anyways.

Adrian’s brow creases together, crumpling in a sweet sort of affectionate concern.

“Yeah,” he says, and kisses the back of your hand before crouching down to pry off his shoes. He doesn’t bother unlacing them, just kicking them off with ferocity before he climbs up into the hospital bed with you.

Gingerly, gently, he shuffles you, shifts you around, careful of your wounds, your bandages, your healing aches. He threads himself into you, fits himself around you, holds you close and lets you hold him close in return. When you’re held securely in his hands, you can feel your eyes burning, tears streaming hot down your face. You don’t even know what started the tears, or what exactly you’re crying over. The emotions just— come.

“I’ve got you,” Adrian promises you, holding you close. His voice cracks, right in the middle, but he still clings to you, refusing to let you go. “I’ve got you. You’re okay. Nobody’s going to touch you ever again, okay? I’ll— kill them before they can, I promise. You’re okay.” He pushes a kiss to your temple; his lips move against your skin when he tells you, “I love you so much,” and you exhale shakily.

“Thank you,” you tell him, watery.

“You don’t—”

“I love you,” you continue, before he can even finish his protest.

He hesitates, then kisses your hair, the top of your head.

“I love you,” he whispers again. Another kiss, another soft murmur of, “Fuck, I love you. Don’t— Don’t do that to me again, alright?”

“Well,” you say, “I’ll try,” and he huffs a wet laugh.

“You better,” he warns you, slightly lighter, and squeezes you more tightly to him. “Close your eyes again. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”

You let your eyes close, turning your face into his chest. It smarts, the pains along your throat and collar and all over your face stinging, but it soothes the aches so much more to press them into them, to let him cover them and heal you from within, as if that were even possible. You think it just might be, based on how you’re feeling.

His lips find the crown of your head, and you feel them brush your hair when he says, “I’m not going anywhere,” again. You exhale shakily, trying to get yourself to rest, just— relishing in the comforting hold of him around you, knowing he means it.

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adrian chase taglist pt. 1:

@deputyrook @bb-skyrunner @himboelover @pieriinova @gcldtom @violetrainbow412-blog @amysuemc @saturnngal @nptnewr @myguiltypleasures21 @pinkygunslingy @chaseadrian @breathing-in-waves @rishlurh @goblynnrockz @theowritesstuff @themartiansdaughter @dallasvakarian @missscarlettangel @hillaryroadheadcllinton @ohmybubbletea @buckys-estrella @witchywcmans @qjuiq-odakyu @xothatnerdykid @thevalkyrior @mattsmanpain @sunflowerfive @deirdre-belle @anthonyedwinstark @sexysquatch @crimscnrains @trans-librarian

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Summer Struggle 2021 Night 7 - 7/31/2021; Matches Added To MetLife Dome Night 1; Shota Umino Out Of Resurgence + Fighting Spirit Unleashed Due To Travel Restrictions; NJPW Strong Episode 51 - 7/30/2021: Tag Team Turbulence Final

The tour continued today, with another Elimination Match main event that you can see now on NJPWWorld. I mistakenly labeled yesterday’s show as Night 5, when it was Night 6, whoops. It’s another busy day of wrestling, as Dragon Gate had Night 1 of their Kobe World megashow today, with an Open The Dream Gate title defense (and another tomorrow), as well as the first of the final two matches for Masato Yoshino as Speed Star retires tomorrow, a year later than originally planned. Check it out if you are able.

- 7/31/2021, Tokyo Korakuen Hall (NJPWWorld)

Togi Makabe & Tomoaki Honma d. Yuji Nagata & Yota Tsuji (Makabe > Tsuji, Boston Crab, 10:14)

Chase Owens, Taiji Ishimori & El Phantasmo [Bullet Club] d. Toru Yano [CHAOS], Hiroshi Tanahashi & Yuya Uemura (Owens > Uemura, Package Driver, 12:40)

Kazuchika Okada [CHAOS], Robbie Eagles [CHAOS] & Tiger Mask IV d. Hiroyoshi Tenzan, Ryusuke Taguchi & Master Wato (Eagles > Wato, Ron Miller Special, 11:55)

Shingo Takagi, Tetsuya Naito, SANADA & BUSHI [Los Ingobernables] d. EVIL, Yujiro Takahashi, Gedo & Dick Togo [Bullet Club] (BUSHI > Gedo, MX, 14:11)

Elimination Match: Taichi, Zack Sabre Jr., Minoru Suzuki, El Desperado & Yoshinobu Kanemaru [SZKG] d. Hirooki Goto, YOSHI-HASHI, Tomohiro Ishii, SHO & YOH [CHAOS] (29:38) Order of Eliminations: - Taichi > Goto, OTTR - YOSHI-HASHI > Taichi, OTTR - Sabre > YOSHI-HASHI, OTTR - SHO > Sabre, OTTR - Ishii <> Suzuki, Double Countout - SHO, OTTR (Kanemaru pushed YOH into SHO on apron) - Despy > YOH, Numero Dos

Despy & Kanemaru both remain the last men standing, and run down Roppongi 3K, saying they don’t deserve to be in the Super Junior Tag League that starts next week, and disbelief they’ve won it three times. The story here is that SHO & YOH are in a slump, having lost the junior tag belts and an IWGP Juniorheavyweight title shot recently. Indeed, I thought perhaps SHO was due for a run after winning in GLEAT against Takanori Ito in a UWF-style match but he hasn’t scored a win, and taken multiple losses, ever since. Maybe the Tag League will be the source of redemption here.

EVIL hit Shingo with the IWGP World Heavyweight title belt, and looks to have damaged it in the process. WHOOPS! Also, BUSHI is the matchwinner two days in a row, which might be some sort of record. Owens attacked Toru Yano post-match as well.

On that note, I missed this yesterday, but two matches have now been added to the first night of Wrestle Grand Slam in MetLife Dome, on 9/4/2021 in Saitama. The first is a KOPW2021 match between current Provisional holder Chase Owens and the perrennial holder of the trophy, Toru Yano. The stipulations for this match have not been voted on or set as yet. Also on the card is a singles rematch from last Sunday’s show at the Tokyo Dome between Kazuchika Okada v. Jeff Cobb, which will inevitably lead to a rubber match during G1 Climax, I’m willing to guess.

In other show news, it’s been revealed that Shota Umino will sadly not be participating in either Resurgence or Fighting Spirit Unleashed in the LA area in a couple of weeks, due to travel restrictions still in effect banning non-American travellers from the UK and EU from entering the USA. This is despite the EU and UK having already lessened restrictions the other way. The EU and UK have now overtaken the USA as far as vaccination rates, however the Delta variant is still a motherfucker out there. Regardless, no Shooter in LA, and no reunion with Mox either. Sads.

The Finals for Tag Team Turbulence were the main attraction of last night’s NJPW Strong episode, which you can see now on NJPWWorld.

Bateman [ROH] d. Kevin Knight (This Is A Kill, 7:47)

Karl Fredericks, Fred Rosser & Adrian Quest d. Jorel Nelson, Royce Isaacs & Misterioso (Fredericks > Misterioso, MD, 9:20)

Tag Team Turbulence Final: Karl Anderson & Doc Gallows [Impact] d. Brody King & Chris Dickinson [VLNCE UNLMTD] (Anderson > Dickinson, Magic Killer, 10:59) - The Good Brothers win Tag Team Turbulence

This was never going to be a technical masterpiece, and maybe once the Good Brothers were involved, we should have known the winners right from the offing, especially since they are now Impact’s World Tag Team champions once again. Anderson said they were #1, listing off a series of cities in Japan, and claimed they would be coming for the IWGP Heavyweight Tag Team titles once again. Not sure where this leaves King and Dickinson, both of whom are contracted to Ring of Honor, in this time period where NJPW and ROH seem to be on the outs, as they focus on the partnerships with AEW and Impact more strongly right now. 

Tomorrow’s show features a title match main event, as well as the send-off matches for both Yota Tsuji and Yuya Uemura as they get dream singles matches as their bows.

- 8/1/2021, Tokyo Korakuen Hall (NJPWWorld)

Yuya Uemura Farewell Match: Kazuchika Okada [CHAOS] v. Yuya Uemura

Yota Tsuji Farewell Match: Tetsuya Naito [Los Ingobernables] v. Yota Tsuji

Toru Yano, SHO & YOH [CHAOS] v. Chase Owens, Taiji Ishimori & El Phantasmo [Bullet Club]

Shingo Takagi, SANADA & BUSHI [Los Ingobernables] v. EVIL, Yujiro Takahashi & Dick Togo [Bullet Club]

NEVER Openweight 6-Man Tag Team Championship: Hirooki Goto, Tomohiro Ishii & YOSHI-HASHI [CHAOS] © v. Taichi, Zack Sabre Jr. & Minoru Suzuki [SZKG]

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Til the End Draws Near-- Part VI

read part I // part II // part III // part IV // part V

OR

Read on AO3

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“What?” Oliver demanded of Rene, He’d finally been given the green light to storm the buildings in front of him and Rene was telling him to wait?

“I found pills over by the glass cases. And—“ Rene stopped.

“Wild Dog, just spit it out.”

Instead his phone chirp, indicating he’d gotten a picture message.

The photo was slightly blurry, but Oliver knew what it was. Two tone glasses frames, with a cracked lens and a broken frame were roughly placed on the floor. They were Felicity’s.

“I went downstairs to search, just in case you missed something. I found these, with a bag of pills. It looks like the smack that the—“

“Bratva.” Oliver had gotten to the same conclusion. Anatoly wouldn’t dare. They might not be friends or brothers anymore, but Anatoly wouldn’t have touched Felicity. It was unthinkable.

“Keep looking, Rene.” He tapped Dinah on the shoulder, gesturing with his hand to the warehouse, apartment building, and a business in front of them. He then held his finger to his lips, indicating he wanted to keep this quiet. She headed towards the business.

Ducking around a corning in an alcove, he called up Anatoly, changing into the green leather while it dialed.

By the fifth ring almost to the voicemail phase, the Pahkan picked up.

“What do you want.” Came the flat response.

“What I want to know, Anatoly, is why there is smack in my bunker’s basement, right next to where I last saw Felicity Smoak. Did you take her? Have you betrayed me that far?”

“No, Oliver. We might be monster, but that line I don’t cross. It was nothing I ordered. False accusations do not heal what is broken, Oliver Queen. I don’t know why there are pills but it wasn’t me or my men—“

A flurry of Russian on the other end had Anatoly breaking off. Oliver only caught a bit of it, some of it including ‘man’, ‘missing’, and ‘not reported in’.

“Oliver, one of my Starling men has not checked in. Name of Makar Kotelysesky. Been suspicious of late. That is all I have for you. Do not contact me again. “

Oliver hung up without prompting.

“Curtis, find out who Makar Kotelysesky is, and run facial recognition. If you have to, use Pandora, do you understand me?”

“Copy.”

Dinah broke in. “Clear.”

Tugging up his hood, making sure his mask was in place, he headed towards the office building. Running, he started from the bottom and worked his way up, kicking open every door.

The entire place was abandoned, the FOR SALE sign out front hanging crooked and faded. The building was very familiar, Oliver felt, as he made it to the top.

The CEO’s office, the hallway in front of it, and the elevators, where covered in bullet holes. Dark stains that were spattered or pooled on the carpet, long since dried and set. More than half the carpet was covered in blood.

It wasn’t until he noticed an arrow, dark green, hidden slightly behind the secretary’s desk that he finally figured out where he was.

Lucas Bradshaw, of Bradshaw & Johnson, CEO of a large manufacturing company, had died in this room when the Hood had demanded repayment to his worker’s he’d laid off to cut corners of ill-made household cleaners. Not only had he’d fired the ones that had refused to remain silent, he’d killed civilians with traces of Ammonium in bleach.

A mother and her three kids had died after she’d purchased Lickety-Split Shiner, to clean their bathroom. They’d died in less than three hours.

And Lucas Bradshaw had gotten off free.

So the Hood, with his list, had murdered him right here in this office.

Just as Oliver was supposed to turn around, he caught sight of something fluttering on the wall, pinned underneath another arrow.

Cautiously, he approached it.

It was a photo of Samantha, William trudging behind her, a Starling Rocket’s cap on his head. Written over their faces were the words: HE’S NEXT.

Oliver ripped the photo off the wall. Damn you, Adrian.

“Clear.” Dinah again.

“I’m clear too.”

He shoved the photo into his suit pocket. “Chase was here though. He left me a message.”

Oliver stormed out of the office building, letting the door slam behind him.

“It might not be Prometheus,” Dinah said calmly, her voice double as she came around the corner.

“Of course it is! He left me a mess--.“ A door off the side of the building caught his eye. Jerking his head towards it, he took point, Dinah on his heels.

Curtis came online just as he reached for the handle. “Oliver, I found Makar and there’s something you should really see. You’re not gonna believe it.”

“Save it Curtis. There’s something I need to investigate.”

“But Oliver! Makar is found with—“ Oliver turned off his comm to Curtis and the team, leaving only him and Dinah.

The door was eerily unlocked, opening easily under his touch.

He opened it up, a squeal with rusty hinges.

Shuffling came from inside, followed by a groan.

Absolutely silent, he stayed in the shadows, hugging the wall. Dinah took the other wing, naturally following his lead.

The shuffling continued, then a word came that froze his heart.

“Frak.”

Abandoning caution, Oliver ran forward.

Under a bright spotlight, hands tied behind her back, tears streaking her face, curled in a tight ball as much as she could, was Felicity. Her ponytail was ragged, half of her hair was falling out, and she had her eyes closed.

“Felicity.” Her name whispered from his lips.

She jerked up, frantically looking around. “Oliver?” The timid hope in her voice about made him collapse.

He ran to her side, crouching next to her, and pulling out a flechette.”I’m here, Felicity, I’m right here.”. Oliver cut her bonds, then pulled her to him, nose in her hair, inhaling her sweet unique scent of flowers and honey, and amber.

Felicity fought against him though. It took him a second to realize it and reluctantly release her.

“No. no no no nooo. You weren’t supposed to be here. Why did you come? You were supposed to leave. Oliver you can’t be here. Leave! Please!”

“What, Felicity no. You’re coming with me. I’m going to get you out of here.”

“No! That’s what she wants! It’s a trap! You need to go now!”

“She?”

“She made me do it! She made me send you a message. It was all a trap. She’s not who you think she is!”

“Who isn’t? Felicity!”

But she just held on to him tightly, shaking her head.

“Hello again, Oliver.”

And a familiar stranger stepped into the light.

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Til the End Draws Near-- Part VII

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Oliver stared at the woman he thought he knew. All this time, she had been playing him. 

Turns out he never could really have known her. Just like he never invited her in, never let her in on his secrets. Their relationship had been superficial. 

His was for escape or for hope. 

Hers was... revenge? Oliver’s not quite sure while the woman is standing before him now, in a power position to Felicity. 

“Susan?” He shook his head, furrowing his brow. “Why...?” 

Felicity mumbled against his jacket, something about an evil toad and roasting over a fire. 

“Why are you doing this? I don’t understand”

“Of course not. You’re too dumb to understand.” Her mouth curled into a cruel smirk. “This is all part of his master plan. He’s spent years studying you, watching you, and learning how to think like you. And most of all, you can’t resist a brunette in a skirt. Even a fake one.” She sneered at Felicity, and Oliver abruptly remembered that Felicity had natural brown hair.

He tightened his arms more firmly around her, shielding her from the venom. 

“Miss Smoak wasn’t very cooperative. No. One more hack and ARGUS would’ve been disabled, subtly turning over Firewatch to those who will do a better job with it that just watching people text. No, we would change the world.”

A new voice came from the shadows. “Power to the people.” 

A short brunette came from behind Susan. Felicity jerked her head towards the newcomer. 

“Alena? But-- but.” Felicity must have known this woman. To Oliver though, she seemed vaguely familiar.

“’But, but, but’ you stuttering fool. I have the great GhostFoxGoddess and here she is, cowering on the floor because she wouldn’t do the greatest hack of all time. Pathetic.”

Oliver heard a step behind him and suddenly remembered Dinah. Needing to keep the women in front of him distracted, so that she could make her move, he threw caution to the wind. 

People always like to talk about why they’re doing something. Always. 

Felicity beat him to it though. 

“Alena, explain to me one thing. What is Helix? Does it exist solely for Adrian?” 

Oliver whispered in her ear. “Helix is ARGUS. Lyla told me.”

Felicity immediately rephrased her question. “So why give all the power to Prometheus? Why not just disable Helix?” 

“Are you really that niave, Felicity? I’m not going to destroy all that data we’ve collected over the years. People should know about their neighbors, what secrets they hold. Kristina Pullman should know that Max, the kind man that always helps her with her groceries, is currently a drug dealer pushing vertigo. Or that Ally Broadman, that girl who works at that cafe you frequent Oliver, her boyfriend Alex is cheating on her with his ex-girlfriend. Knowledge is power. Secrets have destroyed lives. Just like one of mine destroyed mine.”

“but why give Firewatch to Prometheus?” Oliver growled. 

“Ha! You think I want to? No. I owe him.”

“Whatever Prometheus holds over you, I can help you with that. I promise. Just tell me what it is.”

Alena turned her incredulous face to Susan. “You here that?” She mocked. “He wants to help me. That’s adorable.” She flipped to face him. “Especially since it’s you I”m paying for.” 

Oliver glanced between the two, not comprehending. “What are you talking about?” 

Susan stepped forward. “What my sister is trying to say, is that we’re in this mess because she slept with you.”

“Sister?” 

“You slept with Alena?”  

Oliver and Felicity spoke at the same time. Felicity turned to him, but he just stared at Alena. “You two are sisters?” 

“Half, but yes. Susan’s mother died when she was young, and our father married my mother. She’s doing this all to help me.” 

“So why it such a tradegy that you’ve slept with Oliver?” Felicity bit out, slightly pulling away from Oliver.  “Everyone in this room has.” Oliver decided not to correct her, as that would give Dinah away.  

“Because Adrian Chase, or as he was then, Simon, was my boyfriend. And I cheated on him with Oliver. I then kept that a secret from him, for years. Until the day he was going to propose, which was the same day that you were found alive. Then, at a party, someone mentioned it in passing, and Simon found out.

“He still hasn’t forgiven me. And I haven’t forgiven you for ruining my life. If you had stayed DEAD,  then we would be living happily together in Metropolis. Not here in this blasted city!” 

Alena gritted her teeth, turning on her heel and storming to the darkness. Oliver reluctantly faced Susan. 

“I trusted you.”

She shook her head. “No. No you really didn’t. It wasn’t until my sister found some evidence that you’d been in Russia, and that there was a green archer during that time, that I’d even put things together. When Adrian took me, he told me all. Let slip he was working with someone in Helix. I informed him that Alena was my sister, and let’s just say, we worked out a deal. He gets you, and I get that bitch.”

Oliver murmured “Take her down,” into the comms, but Dinah wasn’t fast enough.  Susan had pulled up a remote, and pressed a button, causing Felicity to start spasming, screaming with pain. 

Oliver saw Dinah hit Susan, but before he could react, distracted as he was by Felicity, Alena came out of the shadows with a taser, hitting Dinah directly in the back. She crumpled to the floor. 

Oliver let Felicity collapse, ready to take on the sisters, but then a blinding pain came from his right thigh, and then another in his shoulder. 

Oliver glanced over her shoulder, and saw Evelyn, her bow string still quivering. 

She’d shot him. With tranquilizers. 

As fast as he could, before it could take affect, he pulled a zipcord out, wrapping himself around Felicity, before connecting their wrists, No way was he going to lose her again. He’d taken his chances with being a prisoner than being without her.

to be continued ...

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