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[honeycombstrawberry]

also, COULD I GET 89 WITH ADRIAN I MUST KNOW WHAT HES BROUGHT IN THE HOUSE

out of this world

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen

word count: 663

prompt #89: “Hey, babe, look what I found.” - “GET THAT OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!!!”

one-sentence synopsis: adrian brings home a new friend, and you're-- let's just say, taken aback, at first.

author's note: i hope you LOVE the new friend adrian brought home because HE SURE DOES!!!!!!!

read on ao3!

You swear, you love Adrian.

You do. You really, really do. And you love him because he’s a maniac. But, sometimes, he does something so goddamn unhinged that you really can’t even get your mind to catch up with what’s going on.

One of those times is now, when Adrian’s knocking in the front door of your shared apartment and declaring excitedly, “Hey, babe, look what I found!”

You whirl, expecting— Oh, you’re not sure yet. A jaguar, maybe, or a horribly gigantic laser weapon, or Chris Smith. You really don’t know what you’re going to see.

One of the last things you expect to see is— is whatever the fuck that is, the giant blue hawk-snake-lion looking pile of glowing crescent-moon-goo that’s curling around his head like an orbiting ring. You’re proud of yourself for not screaming, though you do slam one hand over your chest and stumble backwards into the refrigerator, unable to take your eyes off the— the thing, whatever the fuck it is.

Eyes wide, face drained of blood, you demand, “Get that out of the house now,” your voice shatteringly high and slow with shock.

“What? No!” Adrian exclaims. “No, they saved my life! Babe, c’mon, I want you to meet them. They only wanted to come say hi. I asked if they wanted to crash for the night but they said nah, even though I said— Hey,” he cuts off. “You alright? You look a little,” he waves up near his face, “Funny. You gonna pass out?”

“No,” you tell him, jaw tight. You fix your eyes on the thing, unable to look away. It— They are still swirling around Adrian’s head. You’re not sure where their face is, if they have one, for you to look at, so you just— look at as much of them as you can. “You— They saved your life?”

“Yup,” Adrian declares excitedly. “I was about to get blown up— Literally, blown up— And then Visia here saved my ass and threw me, like, a thousand feet in the air before catching me and my head didn’t even explode, it was fucking awesome—”

You’re shaking for a new reason now, terrified like you always are when you hear stories about Adrian slipping so casually close to death. If the only thing that stood between Adrian and death today was this creature, you can’t just ignore them or shun them.

Besides, they are interesting. And you are curious. This might be terrifying, but in a thrilling, exhilarating sort of way.

Taking a cautious step closer, eyeing the blue— uhh, friend, you say, “Hi.”

The mass seems to wriggle, turning into a writhing sort of jelly-wreath.

“Thank you,” you tell them. “For saving him. I— That means a lot to me. If he dies, you know. I’d probably die, too.”

“Aw, don’t say that,” Adrian says.

“B—”

“I mean it,” Adrian says, “Don’t, because if I think about you dying, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Like, go totally bananas, you’ll never see anything like that.” The jelly-mass vibrates. “You said it, man.”

You eye the creature, say, “Can you understand them?”

“I get the vibes,” Adrian informs you. He reaches out a hand, and a tinier ring comes out to circle his palm. “See, that’s, like, their way of high-fiving.”

“Okay,” you say. You stretch out your own hand, lifting it up just a bit. Adrian steps closer, taking your hand in his. The ring circles around both your hands, and you see what he means. The air kind of vibrates, and you feel warm, the inside of your chest smiling.

“See?” Adrian asks again.

“Yeah,” you agree. “I see.” You wiggle your fingers. “Thanks, Visia. I appreciate it.”

There’s a humming in your mind, magma-warm and glowing. You— You guess you don’t mind that they’re here, really, but— You’re currently still glad they turned down staying overnight. You really don’t think they’d enjoy your guest room as it currently stands.

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[theowritesstuff]

OKAY SO I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT JAKE MARTIN RIGHT? AND I WROTE THESE HCS ABOUT HIM CALLING READER BUNNY A FEW MONTHS AGO AND I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

THOSE ARE SO FUCKING CUTE!!!

I love just imagining the different blorbos calling their significant others cute nicknames.

I feel like Jake especially would be fun because, yeah, the bunny one makes sense. I also love bunbun because it sounds kind of ridiculous but I can imagine Jake saying it nonchalantly, like in normal conversation.

I like to think once or twice the two of you are out somewhere and he calls you bunny and someone else goes “did he call you buddy?” And Jake just whips around and goes “no! bunny! bu-nny! they’re my bu-nny!” Because how dare someone imply that Jake only thinks of you as his buddy

[tinalbion]

HELLO idek if i've ever sent you an ask, but i come in with a big thought. so me n nat were spilling thoughts and just the idea of adrian being soft with you and gripping on thigh in his hand and cupping your boob with the other while he sleeps like the little koala he is IM IN SHAMBLES ILY TINA XX

Omg Kyna yes, better late than never ya know! Welcome to the ask box, where you are welcome anytime!

But UGH yes, it's the small touches like that that would just absolutely SEND me into the deep end. It's not always sexual, but just the thought of being close to you, and just holding you in some capacity is just a necessary thing for Adrian. Not like you're gonna complain though. Even if it's something like his fingers just holding yours, like come ON, this man makes me so SOFT it's unbelievable

[maplesyrizzup]

wind and mud for the ask game :)

mud 🌱 - how do you relax before you go to sleep?

Read my favorite fanfics or listen to ASMR.

wind 🌪 - what music do you normally listen to?

Mostly rock and pop music that you can get up and jam out to.

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

💝☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity!! ☆💝

aahhh!!!!! i love you!!!!!! this is so tender thank you!!!!!!! 💝

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ !!!!!!!!!!

[andromacher]

Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so awesome! Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel lovely! 💙💙

this is so sweet! thank u sm😭❤️

[flower-slut004]

HI HI, so my request is being chase davenport's s/o and finding out about spike! maybe chase gets really jealous one day and spike appears and the reader is like....WHO IS THIS

Sweetheart, Meet Spike. Spike Meet Sweetheart.

Anything for you Kyna @neptuneswritingwork

I hope you like it !!

"Hello my love" Chase strides over with a smug smile, planting a kiss on their cheek. "Someone's in a good mood" Yn giggles as they placed their books in their locker.

"What? I can't be happy to see you?” Chase pouted as he wrapped his arms around their waist. With a playful roll of their eyes, Yn hummed and kissed his cheek.

“What are you doing after school?” they asked, walking to class with Chase. “Mr.Davenport wants us to train, he updated the training simulator and wants us to try out the new underwater ninja mode” he rolls his eyes.

“When would you need to fight underwater ninjas?” they asked, tilting their head. Chase shrugged as the bell rang.

“I’ll see you at lunch dear” he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to Yn’s lips.

“Bye Chase” they smile as they pulled away.

“Are you sure….” Adam squinted down at Yn as they walked to the cafeteria as they left class.

“Yes Adam, I’m sure you’re brother didn’t put a dwarf spell on me. He isn’t even a dwarf” they made a face.

“That’s what someone who’s under a dwarf spell would say!” Adam gasped as he pointed at them. “Stop burning Yn’s brain cells” Bree sighs as she joins them.

“I’m not even using my heat vision though” Adam frowned. Before Bree could speak, a chair was thrown out the cafeteria and Leo came out scrambling with dread in his eyes.

“Leo what’s wrong!! What happened!” Bree asked, worriedly. Leo gasped and wheezed “S…Spi…. Spike!”

“Spike? What kind of name is that?” Yn scoffed. “Where is he? Let me give him a piece of my mind” they mumble.

“No no no!“ The trio scrambled to grab them. Yn shrugged them off and raised their eyebrows “Why not?”

“Yn….um… do you know who Spike is?” Bree grimaced. With a shake of their head, Bree and Adam looked at each other. “Chase didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what!”

“Tell you that no one messes with my girl” a rough voice called out. Turning around, Yn was faced with their boyfriend. Only it wasn’t, they could tell from the look in his eyes.

“Chase?” They asked. Spike smirked “I’m not Chase sweetheart, names Spike”

“Uh….. guys?” Yn looked over at the siblings. Leo hud behind Adam as he cleared this throat “Chase has this thing called a commando app and when he feels threaten it switches on and he becomes…. well Spike…” he quickly explained.

Spike rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Yn and gave them a peck on the cheek “You’re mine and no one can change that…. not even pretzel boy…”

“I’m sorry pretzel what?” Yn asked skeptical. Leo flinched “Yeah… uh…. Trent was boasting about how he was going to take you out to dinner and Spike turned him into an appetizer”

Yn stood there with their mouth open and ignored the other kiss Spike had planted on their cheek.

[vigilvntes]

How Do I Look? - Adrian Chase x Reader

A/N: idk im half asleep and i wrote this in half an hour. shout out to @neptuneswritingwork for sending the hc :)

Summary: reader tries on adrian's glasses for the first time during a debriefing.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 800+

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You leant back in your seat, sighing quietly as Murn debriefed you on the last mission in the butterfly takedown.

Truthfully, you didn't know why you had to be there. You knew what went down, and so did the rest of the team, yet Murn insisted that debriefings were necessary and for the greater good of the team. Something about self-reflection and improving future performances. You didn't know, nor did you care.

All you wanted to do was grab your boyfriend's hand and get out of there as soon as possible so you could return to the comfort of his apartment, crawl into his bed and sleep off the long night yourself and the team had endured.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he looked equally as bored as you felt. He was using his elbow to prop up his chin, staring off into space. His glasses were on the table in front of him, which was strange considering they were usually straight back on his face as soon as the mission ended, his contacts safely tucked away in a small case.

You weren't complaining, though. He was a vision with or without the glasses resting on his nose.

Then, it occurred to you. You had been dating Adrian for almost three months, and not once had you tried on his glasses. Deep down, you knew that it would send Adrian feral. Just seeing you lounging around in his shirts on the odd occasion the team had a day off drove him absolutely insane.

So, you shifted forwards in your seat, resting your hand against the table. To the others, it looked like you were finally taking interest in what Murn had to say. They would never know that you were just trying to grab Adrian's glasses from under his nose.

Slowly but surely, you inched your hand towards Adrian, who remained clueless as to what you were up to. And clueless in general, actually.

Quickly, you reached over and grabbed his glasses, cursing internally when the quiet clang on the metal frames against the table caught his attention. He glanced at you, shooting a small close-lipped smile your way, before he turned his attention back to staring off into space.

The only one who seemed to notice what was going on over on your side of the table was Harcourt, who sat cross legged on her desk across from you. She shot you a questionable look, and you just grinned back at her, holding your boyfriend's glasses up proudly. Harcourt just scoffed in return, shaking her head.

Then, you slipped his glasses on to your face.

Shit, he really wasn't lying when he said he had poor eyesight.

You blinked a few times, trying to adjust your eyes as you glanced around the room at the now blurry faces of your team. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Adrian move, picking up the water bottle in front of him and bringing it to his lips.

You seized the opportunity.

"Hey, Addy..." You whispered, tapping his shoulder gently.

As soon as he turned to his head a little, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, he did a spit take in what you assumed to be surprise. The water from his mouth now sprayed all over the table in front of you as he coughed and spluttered.

You just laughed loudly, throwing your head back, not caring that the debriefing had been interrupted and everyone's eyes were now on the two of you.

When he had calmed down, he looked at you again, properly this time, breathing out a 'fuck'. You looked so cute and... sexy. He loved it when you wore anything of his. Be it his shirts, his sweats, his boxer shorts. Hell, he even loved it when you borrowed his socks. It was a reminder to him that you loved him and wanted to be close to him.

"How do I look?" You asked, chewing on your bottom lip, a grin threatening to creep onto your lips as you tried to give him your best serious expression.

"You look so adorable." Adrian mumbled. He was resisting the urge to lean in and kiss you.

"Yeah?" You grinned at his response.

"Yeah." He nodded, reaching a finger up to tap your nose gently, a smirk on his lips. "I just wanna eat you up. I wanna eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

You gazed up at him through your eyelashes, willing him to continue. "If we were alone, I'd do unspeakable things to you right now in those glasses."

That illicited a groan from everyone in the room, followed by a 'fuckin' gross' coming from Chris.

"Get a room." Harcourt mumbled under her breath.

"Vigilante, (Y/N)." Came Murn's voice from the front of the room, "Are you two finished?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

Both of you nodded, however neither of you broke eye contact. You knew what was coming when you eventually returned home, and you would be surprised if the two of you even made it out of the car.

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[jeysbvck]

The Bet - Adrian Chase x Reader

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A/N: hi guys i'm back with another Adrian fic! I've been rewatching Brooklyn 99, and this was inspired by Jake and Amy's bet in the first season (1x13). I have an idea for part 2, so if you'd be interested in that please, let me know! As always, my requests are open, I promise I will get around to them! If you want to be added (or taken off) my taglist, please let me know.

Warnings: language, violence, sex is mentioned but no smut (that will come if part 2 happens!)

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @vigilvntes @neptuneswritingwork @aprilfire18 @themartiansdaughter @sunflowerfive @lindenvale @myguiltypleasures21 @rosescovenwrites @likedovesinthewnd @ladamari68

Summary: You and Adrian make a bet during a drunk night out.

***************

You stared at the whiteboard in horror.

Vigilante: 148

Y/N: 146

Shit.

You were going on a date with Adrian fucking Chase.

It all started six months ago, when, during a team building exercise, which was only an excuse to get drunk at the bar, you and Adrian had ended up in an argument over who had killed the most people. At first, it was over him calling the shitty car he drove the Vigilante-mobile, but it had veered into the usual direction of competition.

"I was killing bad guys way before I joined this team." Adrian said, pride oozing from every pore.

"Do you think you're the only person who was a murderer before the team?" You scoffed.

"No, I just know I've killed more people than you."

"Adrian, you know nothing about me."

"I don't need to know anything, I know how many people I've killed and I know you haven't beaten that."

Before you could respond, Emilia slammed her fists on the table. Adrian mimed a zipping gesture at his lips while you rolled your eyes.

"I just want one night, one night when we don't need to put up with whatever this shit is between you two!" Emilia sighed. "You need to sort it out."

"Just make a bet." Chris suggested.

"A bet?" You questioned. "What kind of bet?"

"Like, whoever fucking kills the most people wins." Chris said, with a shrug.

"What? So we just kill random people? Like, just fucking murdered everyone in here right now?" Adrian asked, unsheathing his knife from, well you actually had no idea where it came from.

"Yeah sure, why not?" Chris shrugged again, taking a sip of his beer.

"Seriously?" John retorted, shocked. "Harcourt, you're going to let this happen?"

"Obviously they're not going to kill innocent people, John." Emilia sighed, glaring at Adrian, who put his knife on the table. "But, it does seem to be the best way to finally put an end to this ridiculous argument."

"Besides, it's not like they're gonna fuck any time soon." Chris added, making you splutter on the mouthful of beer you had. You made eye contact with Leota, who raised her eyebrow at you as she smirked, knowingly.

"I am completely okay with seeing if fucking works!" Adrian said, making your cheeks burn.

"How about the Vigilante-mobile?" Chris offered.

"Wait, what?" Adrian exclaimed, staring at Chris with horror, who just gave him a look that screamed trust me, which made Adrian bite his lip and smile.

"The Sebring?" You paused. You knew Chris was cooking something up, just from the look he gave Adrian, but your competitiveness was too strong to ignore. "Sure, it'd be pretty fun to watch it blow up."

You smirked as Adrian stared at you, the horrified look on his face back. "Well, what if I win?" He quickly asked.

"If Adrian wins, he gets a date." Chris replied, shooting a quick wink at Adrian, who laughed loudly.

You frowned as the group collectively giggled like school children. "Are you fucking serious?" You asked Chris. "You want me to pimp myself out over a bet?"

"Why not? You don't have to fuck him." Chris smirked.

"Although that can definitely be arranged." John replied, proudly as he got a huge laugh from everyone but you.

"You're gonna win, so it doesn't matter." Leota said to you, encouragingly.

"Ugh, fine." You replied, ignoring Adrian's smug grin as you shook on it.

So that was how you were roped into a bet. A bet that frankly, you had no right agreeing to. You allowed your weird feelings for Adrian to cloud your judgement, the weird need to always beat him. You weren't like this with anyone else, if anyone else made a comment, it just rolled off your back. But when Adrian did it, you had this urge, this need to prove him wrong. Like you needed him to see how good you were.

It wasn't even as if you disliked Adrian, because you didn't. Far from it. When everyone else was annoyed by his stories, you weren't. When you and Adrian were partnered on missions, you trusted him to have your back, sometimes you didn't need words to know what the plan was, just looks and silent gestures. But most of all, he made you laugh. Which is something you hadn't done a whole lot of, until you met him. He just brought out this side of you, a side you didn't even know you had.

On the final mission before the end of the bet, you had never seen Adrian concentrate so hard. You were both on 146 kills, and he was not playing around. Usually he was so chill, humming to himself or asking about dinner plans as he went on a murderous spree, but since the bet he had been silent, his tongue peeking out slightly from between his lips as he focused. You couldn't help but keep glancing over at him, the look on his face was somewhat animalistic, like he would do anything to win this date with you. It stirred something inside you, a feeling that you didn't like, and so you told him you should split up, to cover more ground.

You should've seen the two butterflies way before you did, but you were blinded by your desire to prove yourself by winning. Too caught up in wanting to win to get rid of this feeling. Which is why it was so easy for the man and woman to catch you off guard and attack you. While you lay waiting for your demise; the woman inches from your face ready to take the final shot and the man watching on, waiting, you couldn't believe you'd let yourself get caught like this. That this was how you were going to die.

Then Adrian came out of nowhere and took them both out in a matter of seconds. He dropped to his knees in front of you and helped you sit up, worry etched across his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his hand on your cheek as he checked your injuries. His touch was as light as a feather, barely there, but it set fire to your skin. Your breath caught in your throat, so you just nodded. He stood up and helped you up, waiting for you to stand on your own.

"Thank you." You breathed. He shrugged, before flashing you a lopsided grin.

"I think this means I win."

Now you were sat in fucking Fennel Fields, on a fucking date with Adrian. A date that Adrian had planned. You had absolutely no idea what to expect from this night, but it didn't surprise you that it started here.

"Adrian, have you been on a date before?" You asked. You had been here for half an hour and he hadn't said a word, which wasn't like him at all.

"Of course I've been on dates before! I've been on plenty of dates thank you, and they all ended up with us fucking." Adrian said. You raised your eyebrow at him and he started to scramble over his words. "Not that we're going to fuck, not at all. Although, if you want to fuck me then that's fine by me. I completely consent to that."

Your whole body stiffened as you tried to block out the thoughts of what that would be like. "I need a drink." You groaned.

"Yes, drinks, let's do that." Adrian nodded. He stood up and waved frantically, until one of the waitresses made her way over. Adrian ordered two beers amidst some awkward coworker small talk, then he turned his attention back to you.

"So do you bring all your dates to your place of work, or just the fake ones?" You asked him.

"Wait, is this not a real date?"

"Adrian, we're only on this date because you won a bet. What part of that screams that this is a real date?" You replied, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Oh right, yeah. Well-" He paused as the waitress brought the drinks over. "We'll have two bowls of mozzarella sticks please, Becky."

"Seriously Adrian? It's Beth." The waitress sighed, before waltzing off.

"What?" Adrian asked, noticing the look of shock on your face. "Oh Beth? It's fine, between you and me, she has a crush on me."

"Yeah, okay." You said. It wasn't that you didn't believe anyone could have a crush on Adrian, but you didn't really get that from the limited interaction you just witnessed.

Anyway, back to this being a fake date." Adrian started. "Would you have gone on a real date with me? Because Chris said that-"

Adrian was interrupted again by Beth, who practically slammed a bowl of mozzarella sticks in front of you. She glared at you, before she rolled her eyes and sighed. Huh, maybe she did have a crush on Adrian. The thought of it annoyed you, really annoyed you, but you brushed the feeling off, yet again.

After devouring the mozzarella sticks and answering Adrian's million questions as vaguely as you could, Adrian had decided it was time to move onto the next part of the date. You tried to get any small detail out from him about what was, but he wouldn't budge. As you walked across the parking lot to the Sebring, your phone rang, Harcourt's personalised ringtone echoing out.

"Hey Harcourt, what's going on?"

"How's the date going? Are you in love yet?"

"Please keep going, I'd love to tell Adrian all about that dream you had and you know he'll tell-"

"Shut the fuck up." Emilia warned and you laughed, loudly, ignoring Adrian's inquisitive look. "Listen, I need you to do some recon. I know it's last minute but we just got a lead."

"We're on it, text me the details."

You hung up and turned to Adrian. "Dates over, we've got work to do."

***

You felt ridiculous, sat in Adrian's Sebring, while he was wearing his full Vigilante suit, minus the mask, and you were in jeans and a top. You had told him, many times, he didn't need to be suited up for a recon mission, but he insisted.

"Can I ask you something?" Adrian asked, handing you the binoculars.

"I guess."

"Was this the worst date?"

"No, that would be the guy whose mother was hiding a few tables over, in full disguise."

"His mom?!"

"Yep. She kept texting him, telling him what to say, asking me questions about marriage and shit."

“That's tragic." Adrian chuckled, earning a loud laugh from you.

“Yeah well, it’s not like I can date the normal way anymore, and I’m beginning to realise that literally anybody could be a butterfly.”

"That's true, Chris fucked a butterfly." Adrian said.

"Of course he did." You scoffed.

"In his defense, he didn't know she was a butterfly until after."

"Shush, look over there!" You hissed, pointing towards the warehouse. You both slouched into the car seats, keeping an eye on the butterflies as they drove a truck into the warehouse, before closing the shutters over. You looked over at Adrian, who had already pulled his mask over his face. "Come on, we should get a closer look."

You both crept up to the warehouse, and you couldn't help but wonder how ridiculous this sight must look. You were dressed in your casual clothes, with two guns in your waistband and a knife taped around your ankle, while Adrian was in his full Vigilante gear. The streets were poorly lit, but it wasn't enough to be able to blend into the darkness. Surprisingly, you managed to get up to the warehouse without a problem, and you both peered in through the window.

You counted 5, maybe 6 butterflies, as they watched huge vats of their liquid be loaded up into trucks. You glanced at Adrian, who was already looking at you.

"So, what do we do?" He questioned. "Shouldn't we just go in and kill them all?"

"I mean, I guess so? Harcourt said it was just recon, but if we have a chance to get rid of these now, we should, right?"

"Right. Let's do this." He replied as he stood up, pulling his guns out.

"Wait, we need to make a-" You started, but Adrian smashed the window and jumped through it before you could stop him. "Plan." You sighed.

You followed him, and watched as he expertly killed 3 of the butterflies with ease. You knew he could handle himself, and you also found it quite hypnotic, the way he moved as he went on his spree. The way he flipped and dipped, the way his suit tightened in certain places…

You caught the human puppet coming at you just in time, and you ducked, pulling your knife from your jeans as you did. You stabbed the guy in the chest and watched as he dropped to the floor.

"Um, a little help please?" You heard Adrian yell from across the room, two men kicking him as he lay on the floor. You grabbed your gun and stalked towards them, taking the shot as you did. You hit the first guy right in the neck, and he dropped to the floor with a loud thud. The guy grabbed Adrian from the ground, ready to use him as a shield, and you fired the gun quickly, hitting him in the back. The guy went limp against Adrian as they both fell.

You sprinted towards Adrian, your heart in your stomach as you prayed the bullet didn't go right through the guy. You fell on your knees and pushed the body off Adrian, who was lay on his stomach, eyes closed, face bloodied.

"Adrian? Are you okay?"

You rolled him onto his back and pushed his curls out of his face. His eyes shot open as he stared into your soul.

"I'm okay." He replied, and you smiled, exhaling the breath you didn't realise you were holding. You stood up and offered him your hand, which he instantly accepted. Once you had pulled him up however, he refused to let go, but you didn't mind, your hands were cold anyway. You chuckled lightly, realising that this mission slightly mirrored the mission that won Adrian the bet.

"What's so funny?" Adrian questioned, his brows furrowed together as you walked back to the car.

"Nothing," you replied with a shake of your head, "we're just even now."

"Right, I saved your life, you saved mine." Adrian pondered. "However, I still won the bet."

"Hm, it was a fluke." You said. "So, what do we do now?"

"We could also revisit the 'having sex' clause of the bet." Adrian grinned as you both climbed into the car.

"Not this time. I never fuck on the first date." You said absentmindedly, pulling your phone out and dialling Emilia's number.

"So, there's gonna be a next time? That can be right now. We could go back to Fennel Fields, or we could…"

"Maybe, Adrian…"

You rolled your eyes affectionately at Adrian, ignoring his insane ramblings as you spoke to Emilia, the thought of a real date with Adrian on the forefront of your mind.

Maybe a next time wouldn’t be the worst thing.

[honeycombstrawberry]

your little vermin is back bringing a small headcanon for adrian x shy!reader

i like to think that adrian is really intentive to a shy reader and can tell when they are uncomfortable. i may be projecting but sometimes i feel like chris, or another team member, could possibly be a bit loud or too much (unintentionally). and like adrian picks that shit up right away and is whisking you away from the situation. like hes trying his best to defuse the situation because his number one best friend (you) and his number two best friend (chris) should be happy.

idk my brain is fried back to writing my jake x reader fic

omg hello little vermin i love this this is SO CUTE

i like to think like. adrian slowly starts paying more attention and when he does he's like oh shit i actually like this person and find them interesting. so he starts paying more attention and that's when he starts actually learning body language and cues. and maybe he's not good at that with like most other people-- but he can be good at reading people and he quickly becomes an expert in you, specifically

and then he's suddenly realizing all the time that you sometimes will get upset or irritated or surprised and you just don't say anything about it. he doesn't get it. he sees you get uncomfortable but you don't stand up for yourself

and it frustrates him, because, like-- fuck, he wants to stand up for you, and you're not standing up for yourself, so the next time he sees someone (chris) making you uncomfortable and he watches your body languages change he's there and he's putting himself in between you and chris and he's keeping one eye on your shifting body language the whole time until he realizes you're comfortable again and then he just keeps doing whatever worked, talking or making jokes or distracting chris, or you. he just loves you both so much (and you especially) but he can't do nothing when no one seems to notice how your body language is SCREAMING to him but nobody else!!

okay you've fried my brain too this is sick i love him this is wonderful

[theowritesstuff]

i havent shown up in ur asks in a hot minute, hi theo! how are you?

coming to share this thought of how the different freddie characters would sleep in bed with an s/o

i think that Adrian would be like a koala, but like his body is like a furnace so you are constantly pulling him off only for him to cling back

when it comes to jake that man runs a marathon in his sleep so please put pillows down before you go to bed in case of falling off

HG is quite literally a rock when he sleeps. full starfish mode, does not move or anything, loud snoring

Luke PP is the best to sleep with, he loves to be the big spoon or just have an arm around you, only downside is he talks a lot in his sleep about music or random shit

Hey neptune! I’m good, I hope you’re doing well, thank you for visiting my ask box!

These are all so cute, and yeah, absolutely correct

As much as I want to cuddle with Jake, he’d definitely end up pushing his partner off the bed in his sleep.

I like to imagine just giving up and sleeping on the couch, then Jake wakes up and and sees that his partner has moved to the couch, and he just gets pouty about it

[tinalbion]

GUYS JUST WAIT UNTIL TONIGHT, I GOT SOMETHING BIG :)

OOOH YESSS I AM EXCITED!

I also gave another thing I'm working on for Adrian as well so that will hopefully be out soon! We're out here making content!

[maplesyrizzup]

🌧️ AND 🌳

🌧️ What is the favorite thing for you OC to do on a rainy day? Harper loves video games, kicking ass in a call of duty lobby. Or if she’s feeling up to it she’d go outside and fuck around, she isn’t afraid of some rain.

🌳 Would your OC survive for a week on their own in the wilderness? Yes, she’s a vigilante and was trained by her father since before she could walk, that includes weapons, fighting and survival skills, etc.

[vlkyriesgf]

Freddie Stroma as Jake Martin // The Crew

bc he’s all that’s in my head rn oh my god

-from CEOs of Jake Martin @neptuneswritingwork and myself

[lixxen]

Foolishly Wrong (Luke x Male!Reader)

This is heavily influenced by Foolishly Wrong by Autoheart! This song has been the only song I've listened to in about a week. On repeat.

I'm starting this while in a manic episode, so let's see how good this is lol. This is going to be based off of a real relationship or two, so I'm sorry for everything. I will get carried away. I've been meaning to write for this mother fucker for a hot second and have another draft going for him. He's, uh, OOC I'm pretty sure. I'm reflecting too much of someone else onto him. So, cheers.

(Edit: I finished this around 3am and I am barely conscious. And crying.)

Dedicated to every lovely Stroma Boy writer on this platform. Also specifically, @neptuneswritingwork. I gotta dedicate my Stroma Boys works to you because you have to listen to my asks <3

Warning for (light?) angst and souring relationships/arguing over cheating.

--

It started off like any college relationship in movies.

Fleeting smiles and a quick laugh when coffee gets dropped. The scrambling of words and an apology. Hands brushing each other by accident when reaching for the same object.

Then came the awkward flirting, which wasn't normal for Luke. It baffled everyone who knew Luke to see him nervous and off of his game.

Then the confession.

Y/n had never been more happy when Luke had asked him out. Everything seemed like it was out of a fairytale when it happened. He hadn't expected it and he automatically accepted it. He liked Luke, and as a freshman he wanted to have some type of stability and someone to simply be with when things got hard.

The relationship started easily. The two of them knew each other enough to put their differences aside and spent any time they could together. Everyone noticed how well the two got along and made it work. Their schedules kept them apart sometimes, but they made it work as best as they could.

The first year passed and sophomore year for the two of them came like a storm. Luke gotten promotion as the head DJ, as the senior DJ had graduated, and Y/n had taken up more clubs.

Everything was fine. They struggled to plan, but they were getting there. Sometimes the two would get cross with the other simply because the other had made a comment about something. Thankfully, they would apologize and move on.

Then another year passed. Jesse and Becca had gotten their internships. Y/n and Luke became busy with their majors and work.

Y/n sat in the music booth with Luke, picking at some type of take out in his lap. He wasn't paying attention to the music that was quietly playing in the background. It was a remix that Becca had made. It wasn't bad, but Y/n didn't care for it. He didn't care for the genres that she had chosen for it.

"What do you think, love?" Luke asked out of nowhere.

Y/n looked up from his food and simply shrugged.

"It's a remix." Y/n simply answered. Luke scoffed and rolled his eyes.

There it was.

Y/n saying something and Luke seemingly having a problem with it.

"What? I'm just saying. It's a remix. I don't care for them as much. You know that, Luke. Becca is good at what she does. But she's made better ones." Y/n rolled his eyes eyes and pushed his knee against the desk so his swivel chair turned away from Luke.

Y/n and Luke's relationship had started to strain within the last few months. Y/n had started to spend more time with his classmates now that he had to focus on his course work and a lot of it was peer reviewed. Luke was around Becca a lot more since she was taking lead in the internship, unlike Jesse. Y/n couldn't show up to the booth as much anymore, which led to Luke texting him 24/7.

Not that it was a problem for Luke to text him. But Y/n was just as busy as Luke. He couldn't reply every time Luke texted. That made Luke upset.

"I know, but you could at least be nice about it. You know how important these things are to me." Luke looked at Y/n from the corner of his eye. "You're lucky Becca wasn't here to hear that."

"If she asked me I would have told her that it isn't my cup of tea but it is good. I wouldn't be an asshole to her. I know how much she means to you." Y/n felt anger bubble up in his chest.

"Whatever." Luke didn't say anything else.

Y/n shook his head slightly and went back to picking at his food.

He didn't want to argue with Luke. He really didn't. But the two of them were starting to just realize their differences weren't that great after all. They were also taking their anger out on each other and it was slowly eating at the two. Luke seemed to be insecure underneath his rough exterior and Y/n was tired and tired of just everything.

It made Y/n sad to think about it, but he knew their time was running out. He genuinely loved Luke, but they were destroying each other ever so slowly.

Y/n's phone buzzed and it started to play his chipper ringtone. Y/n and Luke looked at the phone before Y/n picked it up. He answered it and pressed it to his ear.

"Yup?" Y/n stood up and walked out of the booth, leaving Luke to stare after him.

Y/n's conversation was too quiet for Luke to hear and he didn't respond much other than yes and no's. When he was done he stepped back into the booth to see Luke frowning at him.

"My groupmates need me for our project." Y/n reached out to put a hand on Luke's shoulder. "I'm sorry but this can't wait. Our deadline is tomorrow and we thought we had it squared away."

"Ah, so you're going to leave me for that bloke you're always with?" Luke looked away from Y/n, whose face changed from his sad frown to a shocked look.

Where was this coming from.

"What do you mean that bloke I'm always with?" Y/n's voice held an edge to it and it came out through gritted teeth.

Was he trying to say Y/n was cheating on him with Steven from group? His close friend that he became close to because of their classes?

"You know exactly what I'm saying, Y/n. You always leave at the drop of the dime whenever he calls." Luke had the same edge in his voice and Y/n could see him gripping onto his ballpoint pen.

"Steven calls because he's the head of our group. We have an ongoing project that is very time sensitive. If I wanted to cheat on you I'd be sneakier than that bloke I'm always with. You wouldn't even fucking know him." Y/n took his hand from Luke's shoulder and tried to burry his bubbling anger. "I can't fucking believe you right now. You're always with Becca and I don't accuse you with cheating."

"Becca is my intern. Like you said, if I wanted to cheat on you then you wouldn't know her." Luke wasn't even looking at Y/n and it pissed him off.

"Whatever. I'm going to work on my fucking project. Call me when you pull your head out of your fucking ass, Lucas." Y/n snatched his bag and food from the desk and stormed out of the booth.

Once Luke could hear the front door slam shut, he slams his fist onto the table and swears loudly.

-

"You're the stupidest man I've ever met."

Luke frowned at Becca's words.

"Becca, don't say that." Luke hated how she stared at him, flabbergasted.

"Why? You're literally the stupidest person I have ever met. You literally accused your boyfriend of cheating. For what reason? Because he spends his time doing school work and working with his classmates? And specifically one calls him to work more than the others?" Becca scoffed at Luke.

"But what if he is cheating?" Luke looked back up to Becca.

"Then he's cheating. He's a piece of shit then. Break up with him." Jesse chimed in as he walked into the room, carrying a bag of take-out. "Are you being insecure again, Luke?"

"Fuck off, Jesse." Luke didn't want Jesse, of all people, to criticize him.

"What are you afraid of?" Becca asked him. "Being alone? You two are slowly falling apart because you two can't handle your own emotions. You two obviously love each other but you don't share a future."

"No. But what else am I supposed to do?" Luke asked as Jesse handed him his order.

"Talk it out or break up." Becca shrugged. "Simple as that."

-

Y/n and Luke laid in Luke's bed quietly.

Luke's fingers were brushing through Y/n's hair slowly as the two simply stared up at the roof.

"I love you." Luke was the one who spoke up first.

"I love you too." Y/n responded in a soft tone.

-

Y/n couldn't shake the pit in his stomach as a single message stared at him from his phone screen.

We need to talk

"Fuck." Y/n placed a hand over his mouth and clicked his phone off, not opening the text.

"What's wrong?" Steven asked from next to Y/n. Steven was writing notes into his notebook; copying Y/n's notes since he missed that lecture for a doctor's appointment.

"Luke wants to talk." Y/n moved the hand over his mouth to rub his eyes.

"Oh eesh. Good luck with that." Steven looked back to his notes quickly. "I wouldn't want to be caught up in one of those."

"What should I do?" Y/n asked Steven as his hands dropped into his lap.

"Break up with him." Steven simply shrugged. "You two are bad for each other now. I remember when you two used to be two peas in a pod and the cutest couple ever. Now it's like watching two cats fight."

"You're breaking my heart, Steven." Y/n groaned and leaned back into his chair, closing his eyes.

"It isn't my fault you two can't handle your own baggage and take it out on each other." Steven sounded tired. "You two obviously just don't work anymore. Be friends or just split. It isn't hard, Y/n."

"I can't just drop him. I want to work this out." Y/n didn't know how he felt in reality. He couldn't handle it anymore to the point where he wouldn't respond to messages automatically. Which made Luke spam him until he answered.

"You're either really into this dude and want to try and make something out of this or you're the most stubborn dumbass I know. You know that, right?" Steven had shaken his head, but Y/n couldn't see it.

Y/n also couldn't see Steven freezing up as Luke walked towards him.

Steven and Luke made eye contact; Steven's mouth opening slightly as he tried to form words and Luke frowned at him.

"Ah shit." Steven got out.

"Ah shit what? Did you fuck up my notes?" Y/n didn't want to open his eyes.

"Actually, he saw me." Luke had reached the table and spoke up.

Y/n jumped and sat back up quickly.

"Luke?" Y/n gasped.

"You didn't answer my text." Luke simply responded.

"We're working and I put my phone on silent." Y/n easily let a lie out of his mouth to hope and not irritate Luke.

"Bullshit." Luke frowned. "Just come talk with me."

"Fine." Y/n stood up and shoved his phone into his pocket before following Luke to the back area of the library. Thankfully, no one was around.

"What is so important that you had to track me down?" Y/n frowned.

"We need to do something about us." Luke simply said.

"Like what?" Y/n shrugged.

"Fix our communication. Our time together. Stop arguing." Luke pointed out the obvious ones.

"Fix you accusing me of things would be one." Y/n felt petty for saying it and the satisfaction of seeing Luke's face looking regretful snuffed it out.

"That also. It was stupid of me to say that." Luke admitted.

"It really was. I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, but I didn't want to accuse you of anything. I wouldn't think you'd cheat on me." Y/n kept a straight face.

"But... could we fix this?" Luke motioned between the two. "Or do you think that we need to work on ourselves and just split it off?"

"I... I don't know Luke, in all honestly. I love you so much but we're not good for each other anymore." Y/n had to be honest. "I can't take the arguing and the spiteful shit anymore. I don't want to feel stressed whenever I get a text."

"What do you suggest then?" Luke asked.

"We need to split. Cut it off." Y/n felt anxiety and fear spike through him. The sadness already seeping through him. "We can't do this, Luke. Maybe in a year or two."

"You know that won't happen." Luke shook his head. Luke looked like he was ready to crack and cry. "We might never go back."

"I'm willing to risk that if it means to escape this hell we've created, Luke. I can't anymore." Y/n could feel the tears already forming.

"Y/n..." Luke started but stopped.

This was it, wasn't it.

Y/n knew it would end, but not this quickly. Not some shitty breakup in a library with Steven waiting at their study table.

"I'm sorry, Luke." Y/n shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry." Luke was actually crying. For the first time in the three years he knew Y/n, he was crying. "Goodbye."

The two of them reached out and hugged each other before Luke left him standing in the science fiction section.

Y/n waited until he knew Luke would be gone before going back to Steven. Steven was watching with wide eyes as Y/n sagged into his seat and started to sob.

The tears came fast as his body fully tensed up. His mouth open as he couldn't stop the heart wrenching noises from coming from his mouth. Steven hugged Y/n and let Y/n curl into him as he sobbed.

The other tables had stopped to watch the two, knowing what happened. The campus wasn't small but it wasn't super big either. People knew Luke and by default Y/n.

Steven rubbed Y/n's back as his friend sobbed.

Y/n could feel his phone vibrate in his pocket and he ignored it to continue his crying.

-

Goodbye

[andromacher]

i feel like i dont say how much i love my mutuals enough, so if you get this i love you a lot and hope you are doing well

make sure to take your meds (if you gottem) and drink water besties!!

kyna u have no idea how much i needed this aaa i love u so much, this really made my day 😭 i hope u have a wonderful day and i hope u take care and drink lots of water !! <33