#peacemaker fluff

[your-so-vain]

[strawberryscribblesandwrites]

ADRIAN CHASE WITH AN S/O hisMATCHES HIS FREAK/ RANDOM HC PT 2!!!!!

Backing eachother up on batshit crazy opinions that others think are weird af

Noise loops (bogos binted, no this is patrick, meow ,ect) yall know the vibes

Crazy and I mean crazy sleep schedules him and his s/o can and will fall asleep anywhere

Weird texts like his s/o sending him a photo of two bins side by side "us? Or u and Chris?" As the caption. Or random rants about hating ketchup for an hour.

Weird requests or questions and the other accepting

"Hey adrian can we hold feet, like holding hands but with our feet" you'd ask randomly and he'd take a second to think then just shrug and say sure.

"Hmnnn babe if we were in a saw trap would you cut your foot off for me" Adrian asked as you cooked "hmnnn yea probably then I could get a sick prosthetic, wait we could both cut one foot off then swap em so we wouldn't be apart!"

"Can I hold it while you pee?" "Of course I have dreamed of this day!!"

"I wanna crawl inside your chest" "awwww cuteee!"

This is gross but like idk I feel like adrian would forget to bring/buy a toothbrush for his s/o's place and he'd just use theirs....

Smacking eachothers asses when either of you walk by the other

Fake humping when either one of you bends over

His s/o asking for gum and kissing him to steal his bc he had the last piece

Hear me out! Adrian gets bloated and pretends he's pregnant with your baby?

"I wonder if they will have your eyes?" He'd sigh dreamly rubbing his slightly bloated stomach.

"I can't believe I got you pregnant. I've been trying so hard," you coo, rubbing his stomach

Seeing eachother dressed up and falling to the ground dramatically and acting like the other is God level

Guessing eachothers farts before you fart

Painting eachothers nails to match bc it's my headcannon and it makes me happy.

Playfighting but make it ten times as dramatic

Laying on his stomach listening to it gurgle and reporting back to him "bad news baby the energy drink and ice coffee are fighting"

[thevampirekeke]

The Four Times Adrian Almost Discovers Your Identity And The One Time He Finally Did.

Warnings: none

Additional tags: gender neutral reader, canon x reader, reader is all stoic and serious, Reader works at a cat cafe in their free time, Adrian chase is a simp, secret identity, identity reveal, fluff, possibly ooc!Adrian,

Summary: The four times Adrian accidentally almost saw your face and the one time he actually accidentally discovers your identity without you even knowing.

Adrian was nosy, he tended to stick his nose where it wasn’t needed especially when it came to people he cared about. He was just a curious guy, and when it came to you his curiosity was peaked.

Now Adrian told himself he wouldn’t push it too far, you had your secret identity and he respected that as someone who also worked dutifully to stay anonymous and sadly failed. You were so mysterious and stern, rarely breaking character and always serious. Everything he wasn’t and god did he find it attractive.

he was head over heels for you and everyone knew it, well everyone but you. So nobody could blame him for wanting to know stuff about you and know your identity, especially after his was revealed.

He’d try and prod at you asking questions and cracking jokes in hopes you would laugh or tell him something about yourself but with out fail you always glared at him and went on with ignoring him.

So the first time Adrian almost saw you he was ecstatic and very very guilty because you had no idea and he wasn’t supposed to. He was leaned back in a chair with his feet on the table mask long discarded now that everyone knew who he was. His eyes had been shut for a long time, everyone just assumed he was asleep and left the room. Everyone but you.

You decided to do something risky, you decided to take off your mask ‘what’s the worse that could happen? Adrian is asleep and everyone is gone’ you thought and masks get uncomfortable after a long time. So you take it off.

Adrian hears the sound of something hitting a table and looks over to his right and finds himself staring at the back of your head. He feels his throat close up and he choked on the air. Luckily you didn’t notice and he quickly looks aways as his cheeks burn a bright shade of red. He shuts his eyes tightly, images of your head out of his mind. The way the sun from the window infront of you haloed around your body made his stomach flutter. Just as he went to turn his head to get another peak distant voices can be heard and you rush to put your mask back on.

Chris and Economos walk in bickering over something that Adrian doesn’t care for. He continues to pretend to sleep but is disrupted by Chris “yo vig wake up, tell this dumb ass that Ken was totally misunderstood in the Barbie movie” he says shoving Adrian’s shoulder causing him to groan “I’m sorry but everyone knows he was in the wrong” Adrian says playing it off as if he just got woken up.

Adrian looks over at you and you look back with your arms crossed and no expression. Mask on.

Damn those two.

—

The second time he saw you, it was a total accident too. He didn’t know he was going to see what he saw. You see Adrian was very observant much to peoples shock, it just comes with the whole vigilante job. So he is quick to notice how you start hiding something, you sneak off and duck behind walls for minutes at a time before appearing back like nothing happened.

One day you had quickly hid behind a wall and Adrian was quick to sneak behind you. He watched as you pulled up the bottom of your mask freezing for a moment you were taking off your mask and his heart was about to jump out his chest. His heart didn’t settle however as you stopped right below your nose “finally, I’m so hungry” you say pulling a plastic wrapped cookie out of your pocket quickly taking a bite after peeling back the plastic protection. He saw half your face… it’s all he could think of as he turns and quickly walks away cheeks burning.

as Adrian laid in bed that night staring at his ceiling he swore if he had laser eyes his stare would burn the image of your lips into his ceiling.

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The third time he almost sees your face , you are all sat in the back of the van after a long mission, your bodies all hurt, everyone is exhausted and if you aren’t sleeping then you are sitting quietly keeping to yourself.

Adrian isn’t sleeping he just has his eyes shut once again, a habit he had gained when everything was blurry even with his glasses and trying to focus on anything made his head hurt. He jumped slightly as he feels a weight on his shoulder. He glances down to his left to find your head rested on his shoulder. He waves his hand in front of your face and finds you unmoving. His face heats up as he realizes you are asleep, he looks down and sees that you have your phone in hand.

He was just going to turn it face down in your lap he swore it, but as he gently took it from you hand the phone screen turned on and revealed a photo. He couldn’t help but look at it.

A photo of a grey fluffy cat zoomed in on its eyes as it is pressed up against the side of a humans face. Adrian focuses in on the beautiful color of your eyes and the way your long lashes curled up into your eyelid. It only showed your eye and the slightest sliver of skin, the photo was mainly cat face than yours but he couldn’t help as his heart squeezed with a horribly amazing feeling.

He slowly puts the phone down to not wake you and stares at your mask face trying to imagine what eyes went with those beautiful lips. He feels his face tingle More with heat and his heart speed up as he imagines said eyes staring at him.

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The fourth time he almost saw your face is on another rough mission. This mission topped all missions on the level of hard. While everyone left with their life It left everyone injured and metaphorically dead. Especially leaving you out of everyone in rough shape. You had rolled your ankle while running leaving chris to carry you back to the van while everyone else was occupied. When Adrian made it back he had felt so guilty that he wasn’t there to help you in your moment of weakness.

I’m a desperate attempt to make himself feel better he offers to wrap your ankle. You hesitantly nod “I’m not taking off my suit though, you can do it with the suit on” he nods quickly “no yeah of course, I just need you to take your shoe off” he says pointing towards your foot.

You wince as you take off the shoe, the swelling in your foot making it a tight fit, but with some strength and a groan of pain you get the shoe off. The first thing Adrian notices is how your foot is enflamed and your ankle is a light yellowish brown as it begins bruising. The second thing he notices is the tattoo you have on your ankle. It was a cat curled up into a ball sleeping, it was small and dainty, nothing too big or easy to spot. But it was enough to once again make Adrian’s heart flutter, that happens a lot when he’s around you. ‘I should get that checked out by my doctor’ he thinks

He takes the blue bandage out of the first aid box he had grabbed and begins gently wrapping your foot.“you like cats?” He asks causing you to stiffen up slightly “calm down, I just saw your tattoo. It’s cute” he says making you sigh softly “thanks I forgot it was there. got it in memory of a very important little guy” you say looking down at your foot watching as Adrian’s hands wrap the bandage around. “How do you know how to do this?” You ask making him laugh softly “oh I have no idea what I’m doing”

And for the first time time Adrian’s heard you laugh. It’s soft and only lasts a short second but it’s still a laugh and it still comes from you.

He smiles brightly and finished off wrapping “all done” he says proudly before stranding “thank you, Adrian” you say and the way you say has name has his head reeling and stomach doing flips and jumps “anytime” he says.

—

Adrian had wanted to get you a coffee to make you feel better, he still felt guilty about you getting hurt so he had went out of his way to stop at this little cat cafe that had opened down the road from his apartment. He had never been to a cat cafe so he had no idea what to expect except for something cat related.

When Adrian walked in through the doubled up doors the first thing he notices was the bell going off above his head signaling his arrival.

The second was a small orange and white cat rubbing up against his leg “oh hello there” he says leaning down to scratch the cat. While he pet the ball of fur he looked around the room noticing tables and several more cats along with a barista bar in the back.

There were people spread around the cafe petting cats and chatting with each other. For some reason Adrian felt out of place within the space but still he persisted and made his way towards the counter where a barista was busying themself with preparing drinks.

The barista doesn’t notice him at first too in the zone if pouring milk into the coffee, Adrian takes in their appearance and he swears that hair and those eyes look familiar. “Hello!” He says causing the barista to whip around.

their eyes go wide and they fumble what their doing dropping milk all over the counter “o-oh my god- I’m- uh- hi I’ll be with you in one sec”

Oh my god.

That voice.

It can’t be…

Adrian feels his heart pick up as he looks over the counter at your legs, Trying not to look like a total creep. Yup and there it is soft blue bandaging that had yet to been changed within having such a busy schedule. “I-I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened there” you say tossing the milk soaked rag. “What can I get you?”

Hearing your voice and seeing it come from your face had Adrian reeling and had him short of breath . Somehow he had fallen harder within those few seconds. You were stunning, ethereal as you stood there in your coffee stained apron hair pulled back out of your face giving him a nice clear view. all those features he had saw separately now came together like the most beautiful puzzle. He just had to play this cool

“Yeah can I get caramel…meow meow??” He questions squinting up at the menu drawing a chuckle from you. Oh he was absolutely smitten.

Omg hello!! Thank you for reading my first ever fic. I’m both terrified and very proud with myself. I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs are very appreciated 🦇🖤

[scarletttries]

Write A Kiss Request: Vigilante/Adrian Chase (Peacemaker) x Reader ...a kiss because the world is ending

author's note: another belated valentines to all the readers still clinging onto their vigilante shit (myself included) 💖

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open

...a kiss for Adrian Chase because the world is ending

How many times did you have to tell yourself no? It wasn't going to happen! Even the idea of it was completely insane. And yet, as you watched some otherworldly creature falling from the sky with the sole purpose of coming after you and your friends, you had one thought and one thought alone: Adrian.

Working with Vigilante had never been straightforward, both because of his inability to behave in a predictable manner, and because of the way his every chaotic action made you feel.

With his mask on, he was a machine. Unfeeling, precise, athletic, focused. It was like he left some part of himself behind the moment he pulled it over his face, his unparalleled skill kind of addictive to watch.

And then when he stopped being Vigilante, and went back to being Adrian Chase, he was the total opposite. He was vulnerable and open and he exuded warmth every time he was near you. He had an effortless clumsy charm he was completely unaware of, and you hated how quickly he started to fill your every thought, your stomach stirring every time he intentionally chose to stay by your side as you worked. He was obvious in his affections, face beaming at you everytime you so much as acknowledged him, let alone when you smiled his way. Some days you wanted nothing more than to drag him by the hand straight home to your bed, but unfortunately the quiet voice of common sense in your head was just firm enough to stop you from giving in to the adorable assassin.

You convinced yourself you could only get hurt, emotionally if not physically, and while he seemed so devoted to the idea of you, having him as a romantic partner would be chaotic at best and unhinged at worst.

However, as fire streaked across the sky, and the thundering boom of impending collision rumbled through your chest, you realised there might not be any time left to worry about where things could lead.

"Adrian!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, your team spread across the thick woods in search of where the creature was expected to land. You didn't know what you'd do when he turned up, but you knew if this was the end and time was running out, you wanted him by your side.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?!" Vigilante cried out as he sprinted full pelt between the trees, clearly stationing himself a bit closer to your spot than he was supposed to. He moved so smoothly as he weaved around the towering pines, stopping only when he stood directly in front of you, eyeing you with concern and reaching out his hands as if willing himself to hold you before reconsidering.

"I'm not hurt, but things don't look good Adrian." You could feel the slight tremor in your voice as you stepped a little closer, relieved as he shook his head, as unshakeable as ever.

"You don't need to worry though - you know I'll always protect you, right?" He was so earnest, complete sincerity in his voice, clear that he would put his life on the line for you without giving it a second thought.

"I know you would Adrian." Even with his face hidden by his mask, you could tell he always felt elated when you used his real name, seeing him for the person he was and not just a weapon to use when needed. Tired of talking you reached up, skimming your hands along his biceps before they reached his jaw, fingertips diving under the fabric and slowly dragging it upwards. You felt him lean into your touch, his lips hanging open as you revealed them, awestruck by the intimate softness you handled him with, intoxicated by your proximity. As you exposed more of his face, it only contorted in more joy, eyes bright and beaming, colour flushing into his cheeks until finally the fabric released his curls and you let it fall by your side.

Quickly he snatched his glasses from a pocket on his leg, adjusting them until he could see you clearly and letting the dopiest smile plaster his face as he drank you in,

"Hi!" He sighed out like a love-sick teenager, inching closer to you as your arms settled over his shoulders again. Even in the depths of terror and trouble, he only had eyes for you. Gun fire broke out in the distance but he didn't even blink, his hands still hovering over your waist as if asking for permission. You nodded at his hands and closed the gap between you in encouragement, your chest resting against his as you responded softly,

"Hi Adrian." You could feel him respond to a tingle running down his spine at the way you said his name, kinder and warmer than anyone else ever had.

"Hi." He giggled out again as finally he let his hands make contact with you, holding your waist gently and letting his thumbs trace circles against your lower back. He could feel your arms tighten around his neck as your face closed in on his, his face completely dumbstruck as you got a little closer. You moved slowly, giving him the chance to back away, but more importantly waiting to see if there was any part of your mind that could muster up the restraint to stop.

As your lips gently met his, you knew this was never going to end a different way, even if it took the world ending for you to take the plunge. He was so receptive and respectful, drinking in your kiss without pushing you for more. Responding to your every motion in kind and only parting his lips as he felt your tongue gliding over them. His hands were so strong wrapping over your back, while his lips were so soft and gentle, corners twitching in his desperate attempt to fight back a grin. You could hear him humming contently in your mouth, overwhelmed with emotion and desperately wanting to voice his joy and tell you he hoped this moment would last forever. He wasn't the only one, the voice in the back of your mind kicking itself for ever denying yourself this level of adoring affection. He whimpered softly as you ran your fingers through his curls, pulling his face an inch away from yours before he took your breath away entirely.

"That was amazing. You're so awesome! Thank you!" He beamed at you, moving to dive in for another kiss before an aggressive voice called in the distance,

"Vigilante, where the fuck are you?!" Peacemaker's voice bellowed out from the other side of the woods, letting you know that time really was up now, but you didn't regret how you had spent the final moment.

Adrian cursed under his breath as he forced his arms off your waist, dropping to his one knee to pick up his mask before focusing his attention on you.

"I'm going to go help Peacemaker beat this thing, and then I'm going to come right back here, and find you, and kiss you a bunch more times, if that's okay?" His own breath was ragged with adrenaline, more rumbled by your attention than any of the mortal peril around him.

"Sounds good, be safe." You stretched out a hand to help him to his feet, Adrian taking the opportunity to tug you closer for one final kiss before he donned his mask and sprinted back into the night, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"I'm coming Peacemaker, and you're not going to believe what just happened!"

[vixenmulder]

Adrian Chase - Thunderstorm Comfort

Masterlist

Summary: Adrian and Y/N are on their way back home from a mission that had them traveling for a couple days. A storm rolls in and they decide to stop at a motel, but y/n gets scared in the middle of the night and goes to Adrian for comfort.

Warnings: mentions of serial killers, tornadoes, violent windstorms

Word count: 4480

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The highway stretched on endlessly ahead of them, a flat black ribbon slick with the day's heat, shimmering faintly in the fading light. The sun was just a dim orange smear behind thick, humid clouds now, and the air in the car had taken on that muggy, stale feeling that made your skin stick to everything. Y/N had peeled off her hoodie hours ago, leaving her in a tank top that clung to her back with sweat. Her thigh stuck uncomfortably to the leather seat. The car smelled like sweat, dirt, gas station snacks, and the faint coppery undertone of dried blood—faint but present.

She exhaled heavily and slumped sideways, forehead pressed to the hot window. Her fingers idly traced the condensation there.

"Adrian," she said finally, voice rasped and lazy from hours of heat and silence, "I'm about five minutes away from losing it. Let's stop for the night. Find a motel. I'll sell my soul for a shower."

Adrian blinked like he hadn't realized how long they'd been driving. He adjusted his grip on the wheel, knuckles cracked, and gave a slow glance out toward the horizon. Storm clouds were swallowing the sky, rolling in from the west—bruised gray and heavy, like they were ready to drop.

"Yeah," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "Yeah, I don't think driving through this storm half-asleep is in our best interest. I've already imagined five ways we could die in the next ten miles, and four of them involve lightning and poor visibility."

Y/N snorted. "Only five?"

"I'm tired, give me a break," Adrian grumbled. "Normally I'd be at at least eleven. One of them involved a hitchhiker."

"Oh good," she said with mock cheer, stretching her arms up until her spine gave a satisfying crack. "Well, I'm all in. I'm gonna shower for like, thirty minutes. Maybe longer. If you hear me drown, don't come in."

Adrian let out a low laugh, then paused. His grin slipped, and he suddenly looked haunted.

"...Shit," he muttered. "I didn't pack my black light."

Y/N blinked, still mid-stretch. "What?"

"My black light. I bring it when we stay at motels. So I can check for... you know. Bodily stains."

She turned slowly to stare at him. "You bring a black light? On every trip?"

"I like to know, okay?!" he said, eyes wild now, gesturing like she was the insane one. "Do you know how many motel bedspreads are basically crime scenes? Once I saw something that looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. I had sleep on a towel that night and burn that memory out of my head with cartoons."

Y/N made a gagging sound, laughing despite herself. "You're the reason I'll never sleep peacefully again."

"I'm the reason you haven't gotten a mysterious fungal infection," Adrian shot back, offended. "You're welcome."

She shook her head, still grinning, wiping her forehead with the back of her arm. "I wouldn't even want to know, dude. I'm planning to pretend the sheets are pristine and untouched by humanity. You ruin that, and I'm sleeping in the car."

Adrian didn't laugh. He just nodded solemnly. "That might actually be safer. No fluids. No ghost sex energy. I respect that."

Y/N lost it again, her laughter echoing in the car as thunder growled in the distance. The sound vibrated through the sky like some massive animal was clearing its throat. She pressed a hand to her stomach, gasping for air through her chuckles.

"I swear to God, Adrian—'ghost sex energy'?" she wheezed. "What even are you?"

"A realist," he said flatly. "And someone who knows better than to trust a mattress that rents itself by the hour."

"I'm just gonna bring my own sheets next time," she said, still laughing. "Or like... a tarp. And a gallon of bleach. Just to be safe."

"You're catching on. That's growth."

Lightning lit up the sky again, bright and white-hot, a jagged crack across the clouds. The rain started to tap at the windshield, slow at first, then steady. The whole world smelled like asphalt and ozone—hot pavement, incoming rain, and electric tension.

Y/N gave him a soft look in the dark, one of those rare, tired smiles. "Thanks for agreeing to the motel though. Even when it's gross and dangerous and makes your skin crawl."

Adrian glanced over at her, lips twitching like he didn't know how to take the compliment. "Well," he said, after a beat. "I am covered in someone else's blood, haven't slept in twenty hours, and might get electrocuted on the way to a cum-stained mattress, but... I'd do it again. For you."

She laughed so hard she nearly choked.

He looked pleased with himself.

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By the time they pulled into the motel lot, the storm had fully broken open overhead.

Rain slammed the windshield in relentless sheets, loud and heavy, distorting the outside world into a watery smear of yellowed light and cracked pavement. The wipers screeched against the glass, already working overtime, but it barely helped. The motel was a one-story strip of faded teal doors and peeling beige paint, half the bulbs buzzing or flickering in their sockets. The "VACANCY" sign sizzled through the downpour, half-lit and twitching like a dying insect.

Adrian squinted through the downpour, spotted the front office, and groaned. "Alright. Stay here. I'll get the rooms."

Before Y/N could offer to come too, he was already out of the car, flinging the door open and sprinting toward the office like it was a battlefield. The rain swallowed him whole in seconds, soaking his clothes to the bone. Y/N watched from the passenger seat, shivering despite the heat still lingering in the sticky air. She curled her legs up on the seat and tugged her shoes on, fog slowly climbing the inside of the windows.

The car smelled like wet fabric, stale coffee, and the faint, sharp scent of their gear still lingering from earlier even though it was now in the trunk—sweat, smoke, something metallic under her fingernails. Her hair stuck damply to her temple, and the inside of her collar felt clingy. Thunder cracked somewhere overhead, loud enough to rattle the roof.

She was starting to think her bones had turned to jelly when Adrian finally reappeared.

He burst from the front office with a slip of paper and keys in his hand and a look of total betrayal on his face. His shirt clung to him like a second skin, soaked clear through. His hair was a mess, flattened and dripping in every direction. Water streamed down the back of his neck. He yanked open the car door and threw himself back inside with a guttural sound halfway between a sigh and a growl.

Y/N winced. "You look like you were birthed by the rain."

"I was," he said darkly, tossing the key cards onto the center console. "I've been reborn in its hateful, gross, overly wet embrace. My shirt weighs forty pounds. I think my socks have merged with my DNA. I may never be dry again."

"You're so dramatic," she said, even as she grimaced and reached for the temperature controls. "You smell like wet dog."

"I smell like trauma," he muttered, turning the key in the ignition just to crank the heater for a moment. The vents whooshed out lukewarm air and the smell of wet carpet. He put the car back in gear and slowly pulled around the building, tires crunching over loose gravel and puddles that had begun swallowing up the lot.

"Okay, so, they didn't have any rooms with two beds," he explained, squinting through the downpour, "so I just got us two rooms instead. But! There's a door between them."

He gave her a slow, mischievous grin.

Y/N raised one eyebrow, unimpressed.

"And I'll be right on the other side of it," he said, his voice low and ridiculously suggestive, "Just... mere feet away, ready to join you in the dark of night... should you feel lonely... or haunted... or in desperate need of—"

"—a headache," Y/N interrupted, one hand already pinching the bridge of her nose. "Wow, I feel it coming on. Right behind my eye."

Adrian groaned, dramatically offended, and threw his head back against the seat in defeat. As he did, his still-dripping hair flung cold water in every direction—spraying her square in the face.

"EW!" she shrieked, recoiling. "Adrian!"

"What?!" he cackled, grinning at her like a lunatic. "It's not like I aimed at you—"

"I will end you!"

She dove for her bag in the backseat, wrestled it free, and yanked it over her lap, grumbling as she reached for the door handle. The moment she opened it, a gust of wind caught it, flinging the door wide and slapping her in the face with a curtain of cold, pelting rain.

"Shit—" she gasped, yanking her hood up over her head, bag clutched to her chest like a lifeline. Her sneakers splashed hard into a shallow puddle as she ran for the covered walkway. The rain felt like ice after the heavy heat of the day, sharp against her skin, soaking through every inch in seconds.

Adrian followed close behind, slapping the car door shut and jogging after her with a grin, keys raised like a torch.

"Alright," he said, holding up one of the plastic cards and squinting at the faded numbers. "Room 8. That one's yours. See you in the morning!"

Y/N took the key, nearly fumbling it in her wet fingers, and started unlocking the door.

"Hey—wait!" Adrian suddenly said, voice sharp.

She turned, eyebrows raised.

He leaned in, eyes narrowed with sudden concern. Rain dripped from his chin and his breath puffed visibly in the wet cold between them.

"Check for hidden cameras," he said seriously. "They put them in weird places. Lamps. TV stands. Smoke detectors. Anywhere."

Y/N blinked. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. You think I'm gonna let you star in someone's creepy motel livestream? No thank you."

"Okay, okay," she said quickly, laughing despite herself. "I will. I swear. Hidden camera sweep. Go inside before you catch pneumonia, you weirdo."

He gave her a lingering look, then nodded once, satisfied, and disappeared into his own room next door.

Y/N turned back to her door and stepped inside just as a bolt of lightning forked across the sky behind her, lighting up the little room in a flash of pale blue.

She flicked on the overhead light.

The room was... aggressively beige. Faded carpet. Pale yellow walls stained darker near the baseboards. A rickety dresser with a small old TV sat across from the bed, which was draped in a questionable quilt with a maroon and navy floral pattern that looked like it had survived three presidential administrations. The air smelled like bleach, old perfume, and something vaguely metallic.

Y/N set her bag on the bed and sighed.

True to her word, she started checking. Behind the lampshade. Under the TV. Up at the smoke detector. She even tapped lightly at the mirror above the dresser, just in case.

Her eyes finally landed on the connecting door.

A soft glow leaked from the sliver at the bottom, and she could hear the distant sound of Adrian mumbling to himself—probably investigating the bed for hidden cameras, bodily fluids, or ghost sex energy. She let out a laugh.

Y/N rifled through her duffel bag until her fingers brushed the soft cotton of her pajamas—an old tank top and a pair of loose sleep shorts that smelled faintly like detergent and something floral. The rain lashed the windows hard enough to rattle the old pane behind the dingy curtains, and the wind outside was growing louder by the second, a steady high-pitched whine like a kettle about to boil.

She gathered her things and headed into the bathroom, flicking on the light with a dull buzz. The bulb above the mirror flickered once before settling into a steady, tired glow. The mirror was foggy at the edges, and the counter was a scratched laminate, the sink slightly stained. The floor was cool under her feet, the tile worn smooth from years of use.

She turned on the shower and waited as the pipes groaned behind the walls, water sputtering for a few seconds before finally warming. Steam filled the cramped space quickly, curling against the mirror and rising in waves around her face.

The water was hot—almost too hot—and it stung pleasantly against her sore muscles as she stepped under the stream. She tilted her head back, letting it soak through her hair, rinsing away the long day of sweat and travel and the stale scent of old motel air.

But even under the heavy roar of the water, she could hear it.

The storm.

The thunder outside was louder now—more frequent, more aggressive. Long rumbles that went on for ten, fifteen seconds at a time, vibrating the mirror and echoing through the tile. The wind keened through cracks in the building, moaning low and high in turns, like something alive. Somewhere nearby, something metallic clattered and fell.

Y/N shivered despite the heat. She scrubbed quickly, now more focused on getting clean and getting into bed than relaxing.

She hopped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel and wiping at the fogged mirror. Her reflection stared back—wide-eyed and tired, her face flushed from the heat, eyes shadowed with exhaustion. She brushed her teeth in silence, foam tasting slightly off from the tap water. Her jaw ached. Her limbs felt heavy.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, the sound of the storm slammed into her all at once like a wall. The wind howled outside now—really howled—like it was trying to claw its way through the flimsy walls. Rain lashed against the building in violent, sideways gusts, and somewhere, something hit the siding with a dull thunk.

She stopped in the middle of the room, arms still wrapped around herself, towel clutched tight. The air felt cooler now, the temperature dropping rapidly. She stood barefoot on the carpet, which was rough under her heels, and looked toward the covered window. A small draft snuck through the sill and brushed against her damp legs, raising goosebumps along her skin.

And then she realized it—her heart thudding.

She was scared.

Not of the serial killers they'd hunted down last night. Not of the warehouse, with its rusty meat hooks and bloodstains and shadowy corners. Not of the fight. Not of the killing.

But this? This storm?

She shook her head at herself, trying to laugh. "Get a grip," she muttered, pulling on her pajamas and tossing the damp towel over the bathroom door. "You're just tired."

She turned off the light, crawled into the squeaky motel bed, and yanked the thin, scratchy blanket up to her chin. It smelled like over-washed linen and cheap detergent, but at least it was warm.

The room went dark.

Outside, lightning forked across the sky. The thunder cracked almost instantly after—too close. Y/N flinched under the blanket, then laughed quietly at herself, shaking her head against the pillow.

She turned onto her side and glanced at the joining door.

Adrian's light was still on—soft yellow under the crack at the bottom. She smiled to herself, imagining him on his knees with one of those dumb little blacklight pens, inspecting every inch of the bedding for biohazards like a neurotic raccoon.

Typical.

Another roll of thunder shook the room. She jumped again, her breath catching. "Okay," she whispered, tucking the blanket tighter under her chin, "that was a big one."

The light under Adrian's door finally went dark.

Her smile faded.

Something about the room suddenly felt bigger. Emptier. Lonelier.

She turned over and squeezed her eyes shut. Just sleep, she told herself. You're exhausted. Come on, y/n. You literally ran full-speed through a wall two nights ago. You've been hit by trucks. You've fought people twice your size. You are not going to let a dumb summer storm freak you out.

But her stomach had that low, twisting drop now—like the bottom had fallen out and her body was reacting before her mind could catch up. Her fingers curled around the edge of the blanket.

What if it was a tornado?

Could that happen here?

She didn't think they were in the right area for that kind of weather, but then again, she wasn't exactly an expert on meteorology. Could you hear a tornado before it touched down? Was that what the howling meant?

She couldn't fight that. Couldn't outrun it, no matter how fast she was. Tornadoes didn't care about powers.

Her heart was thumping now, each gust of wind outside scraping along her nerves like claws. Leaves or twigs or maybe whole branches smacked against the wall outside, loud and unpredictable. The room shuddered with every rumble. She couldn't shut her brain off. Couldn't push it down.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

She threw off the covers, the cold air kissing her damp skin immediately. Her feet hit the carpet—it was rougher than she remembered, scratchy and stiff—and padded softly across the room.

She stood in front of the door to Adrian's room for a beat, heart thudding stupidly. She raised her hand and knocked once—softly.

No answer.

Maybe he was asleep.

She knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing.

The wind picked up again, howling like it was crawling through the pipes, and another boom of thunder sent a small shiver up her spine.

She turned, hurried across the room, and dug through her things for the keychain. Her fingers found the spare room key.

She padded back across the carpet to the conjoining door, heart hammering for a whole new set of reasons now—lightning flickering in flashes under the gap as she fumbled with the lock.

The doorknob clicked.

She pushed it open.

"Adrian?" she called softly, leaning into the dark space. Her voice was lost in the scream of the wind. "Adrian—?"

Then the loudest clap of thunder yet split the sky—BOOM—shaking the building, the bedframe behind her, the very air in her lungs.

"ADRIAN!" she yelped, louder now, stepping through the door and into the unfamiliar dark.

Adrian shot upright in bed with a sharp inhale, disoriented, his hair a fluffed halo of rain-dried curls and bedhead. "Y/N?" he croaked, blinking hard into the dark like his brain hadn't caught up with his body yet. His voice was rough with sleep, and he squinted toward the door, confused and groggy. "Is that you?"

Y/N, who had just stepped into the room and was already regretting all her life choices, yelped softly and scrambled to shut the connecting door behind her, easing it closed with an apologetic wince. The lock clicked shut with a tiny, final-sounding snick. She hovered there, her hand still on the knob, suddenly too aware of how cold her legs were, how ridiculous this must look, how her damp hair was probably sticking to her cheeks like seaweed.

"Sorry," she whispered. "God—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I just..."

Adrian blinked again, his face barely visible in the low light spilling in from the storm-streaked windows. He looked as rumpled as the bed around him—shirt wrinkled, socks mismatched, and his blanket shoved halfway off the bed like he'd kicked it down in his sleep. His glasses were missing, so he was squinting up at her like she might actually be a dream he couldn't quite focus on.

"...Are you sleepwalking?" he asked seriously, frowning. "Wait—wait, do you do that? Because that would explain a lot actually. Like that one time you ended up on the roof. And the garage incident. Are you like, mid-fugue state right now? Should I be concerned? Should I be catching you or—"

"I'm not sleepwalking," Y/N said quickly, half-laughing and half-mortified. She rubbed her arms for warmth, shifting from foot to foot. "I promise, I am entirely conscious and just... making weird decisions. In the middle of the night. Like a normal person."

"Okay good." He sighed. Adrian tilted his head at her, squinting harder, finally silent. He studied her for a beat longer, and even without his glasses, even in the dim light, he could see the tension in her shoulders, the tight way she was hugging herself. She was shivering a little. Her voice was too soft.

"Wait," he said more gently. "Why are you in here?"

She froze.

Why was she in here?

Her mouth opened, then closed again. She couldn't answer at first. Her brain stuttered, trying to catch up to her feet, to explain why she was standing in Adrian Chase's dark motel room in the middle of a thunderstorm like some soggy, half-awake cryptid.

"I..." she started, then stopped. She cleared her throat and looked anywhere but at him. "I was scared."

Adrian blinked. "Scared?"

"The storm," she added quickly, trying to laugh it off, though it came out thin. "It's just—really loud. And weirdly intense. And I know that sounds dumb because, like, we literally fought a group of serial killers in a slaughterhouse today. But something about this storm is just—"

"Hey," Adrian interrupted, holding up a hand. "It's not dumb."

He was still waking up, but his tone had already shifted—soft and sincere. No teasing, no jokes. Just the kind of warm, grounded calm that somehow always came through when she needed it most.

"Um," he said after a beat, voice still scratchy. "Well, just come stay in here with me then."

Y/N's brain short-circuited.

She blinked at him. "What?"

"You're scared," Adrian said simply, as if it were obvious. "So stay in here. Duh."

She stared at him like he'd grown a second head. Her mouth opened, ready to protest, but then the sky cracked open again with another bolt of lightning, followed immediately by an earth-shaking boom that made her flinch so hard her whole body jerked.

Adrian snorted.

"You're really selling the brave façade tonight, y/n," he said, eyes crinkling with amusement. He scooted over on the bed, dragging his blanket with him, and lifted it up like an invitation. "Come on. It's warm. I promise there's only like a 40% chance of residual ghost sex energy."

Y/N made a face at him, but her feet were already moving before her brain could think of a reason not to. She padded hesitantly across the old carpet, heart still fluttering, and climbed into the bed on the side he'd just vacated.

The moment she slid under the covers, she was hit with a wall of warmth—his warmth. The sheets were still hot where his body had been, the pillow soft and smelling faintly of Adrian's shampoo and laundry detergent. Clean, fresh, familiar. Her muscles relaxed without her permission. The storm roared outside like some monstrous beast, but the blanket was soft and the mattress dipped gently beneath her weight, and Adrian was right there.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered, more to herself than him, pulling the blanket higher up her chest.

"I can," he said easily, flopping back down beside her with a satisfied groan. "I've been preparing for this moment my whole life."

"Adrian—"

"Seriously. All the deep research on haunted motels and standard room layouts and storm-summoning rituals—this is what it was all leading to. To scare you inTo bed with me."

"You're insane."

"I'm funny."

She turned her head to look at him. His eyes were mostly closed again, lashes brushing his cheeks, but there was a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. He looked soft like this—sleepy and smug and a little rumpled, but soft. Safe. The kind of person you could trust to keep you grounded even when the world outside was screaming like it wanted to tear the roof off.

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

"...Thanks," she said quietly.

He hummed in response, already halfway asleep again. "For what?"

"For not making fun of me. For letting me stay. For not asking too many questions."

Adrian shifted closer, just barely, until their shoulders touched beneath the blanket. "Always," he murmured, voice low. "You get scared, you come find me. Deal?"

Y/N hesitated, then nodded. "Deal." She turned away from him in the bed.

Another crack of thunder lit the sky—and this time, it was followed by the loudest crash yet, like the heavens had split right down the middle. It rattled the windows and sent a tremor through the floor, and Y/N flinched again, her whole body tensing like she expected something to crash down from above.

Immediately, Adrian turned toward her. He didn't say anything—just moved.

He slipped his arm around her waist, strong and certain, and pulled her in until her back was against his chest and her legs tangled with his beneath the blanket. Then both arms came around her, cocooning her completely, holding her like she was something precious that needed guarding.

She sucked in a breath, stunned by the tenderness of it.

His body was warm and steady behind her, his breath brushing the curve of her neck, his hand resting firmly over her heart like he was grounding her there—pinning her in place so the thunder couldn't carry her away.

"You're okay," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "You're safe. I've got you."

And she believed him.

Not because he was a fighter, or brave, or reckless enough to face down monsters without blinking. She believed him because he felt it—because when Adrian held her like this, every part of him said the same thing: I'm not letting go. You don't have to be scared. Not with me.

Y/N turned around, until her nose bumped his collarbone, and her arms slid around his middle without thinking. She clutched the back of his shirt in trembling fingers and let out a long, quiet breath. His scent was so familiar it made her eyes sting—like soap and rain and whatever stubborn cologne he'd insisted on packing. She felt intoxicated by it, like she was in a trance.

She felt his hand stroke her back once, slow and gentle, and then again. Over and over, steady, soothing.

"I hate storms," she whispered, voice cracking.

"I know," he said, pressing a kiss to her hair. "You're lucky I love you more than I hate being awake at 3 a.m."

She laughed softly, broken and small, and curled tighter into his chest.

"I didn't mean to come in here," she murmured. "I just... ended up here. Like my feet decided before my brain could catch up."

Adrian smiled into her hair. "You always do," he said. "You always end up with me."

His words hit her like a balm—quiet and warm and sure.

They stayed like that in silence for a long time, the storm rumbling low in the distance, its fury spent. Their legs tangled lazily beneath the blankets, bodies pressed together from head to toe. He never loosened his grip, and she never tried to pull away.

Eventually, her breathing evened out. Her body went soft in his arms, sleep claiming her at last.

Adrian stayed awake just a little longer—watching the way her lashes fluttered against her cheek, the way her fingers still clung to his shirt like she wasn't quite ready to let go. He pressed one last kiss to her temple and closed his eyes.

And in the middle of a thunderstorm, in a too-small motel bed, wrapped in each other like gravity itself had pulled them there, they slept. Quietly. Safely.

Together.

[tiannasfanfic]

New pics of Adrian from the Entertainment Weekly article!!! 🥳

Read the full article here.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Imagine after Y/n introduces Adrian (her bf) to her Dad (Wade), he’s like, “Well now I need to give you the talk. Sit down child of mine” and she’s like, “….Please don’t… Dad, I’m very much an adult”

omfg I see this 😭 IM CRYIJG.

“Just a little… warning.” You held your hand out, stopping Adrian. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“My dad… he’s a bit of a-a… how do I put this?” You murmured. “He’s weird. He’s forward.

“Babe, it’ll be fine. I feel like you’re more nervous than me.” He told you, his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not! It’s just that he doesn’t take anything seriously. Don’t take anything he says personally. And… yeah. I think that’s it.”

Adrian shook his head, thinking you were being dramatic. You took a deep breath, opening the door.

He was lounging on the couch, you opening up the door to his apartment with a smile, adrian trailing behind you.

“Oh, hey peanut. I was just about to call you. Did you know that-“ he paused upon seeing Adrian, his face creasing in confusion.

He gave your dad a small smile, looking down at the floor, eyes glued to his feet.

“Who’s this cutie?” He asked you, you smiling and looking over your shoulder, motioning for Adrian to come closer to you.

“Dad, this is Adrian. My boyfriend…”

“Oh! So this is the guy who I’ve heard so much abo-“ Wade started.

“Okay!” You quickly cut him off, laughing awkwardly. Adrian held his hand out.

“It’s nice to meet you, uh, Mr. Wilson.” He spoke, Wade shaking his hand.

“You too… adrian.” He narrowed his eyes at the boy, a thought popping into your dad’s head when you sat down next to him, Adrian next to you.

“You know what…?”

“Hmm?” You hummed out, Adrian turning to look at him him.

“You both have been given the talk I assume?” He asked Adrian and you.

“Jesus chri- dad!” You exclaimed. Adrian’s eyes went wide, not sure how to responses

“What? I can’t ask? It’s a very reasonable response. I just wanna know that you’ve been safe, alright? Like using protection, plan b, pulling out, all that shit?” He suddenly blurted out, you groaning and rolling your eyes, Adrian’s cheeks getting hot at the mention. “I can go on and on, guys.”

“I-we- I-“ he stuttered, looking to you for help, but you didn’t know how to respond either.

“I just have to ask cause you know… the last thing I need right now is mini clones running around and im suddenly in the nursing home. I’m literally shuddering at the thought.”

“Dad, we are grown adults, I think we know about how sex and getting pregnant works.” You told him, he nodded but shrugged.

“Right but… just making sure, jeez.” He turned to Adrian. “She’s so moody. I don’t get how you put up with her.”

Adrian had to stifle his laugh, not missing the glare you gave him.

When the both of you left, Adrian was laughing loudly while saying bye to your dad, the two had really gotten along. Their weirdness matched. You rolled your eyes at the message your dad sent when you left the apartment.

sperm donor

“be safe tn. love ya.”

[mysterymachine67]

Ummmm…. comforting Chris after the events of the season finale? Giving him a lil smooch? Hell yeah

PAIRING -> Christopher Smith x Gn!reader

SUMMARY -> Comforting him after a very, very long night.

I enjoyed writing this 😛

The two of you were sat on his bed. You had a wet cloth in your hand, patting gently around the cuts to clean off the dried blood. Your other hand held the side of his face, making sure he was still. Chris was quiet, surprisingly. Just letting you do what you needed to do while he looked at you the whole time. Though when you accidentally grazed a harsh gash, his eyes closed for a moment as he winced. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you whispered. He hummed in response.

Once you were done patching him up, you got in the shower. Scrubbing your body to get rid off all the dirt, blood, sweat and whatever else was on you. You were in there for quite a while, taking your sweet time and making sure you got everything. After about five more minutes you decided you were good. Reaching, you shut off the water and proceeded to get out. Water dripped and soaked into the mat beneath your feet. It came to a stop when you started to dry yourself off with a towel. Halfway through, the door to the bathroom opened. You didn’t really react, knowing that the only person in the place was Chris. Or at least you hoped so.

Anyway, Chris walked in, shutting the door behind him then stopping to stare at you. Admiring you for a bit before continuing on. As you were about to walk by him he stopped you. “Can you stay in here with me?” The events that happened a few hours ago must’ve taken a toll on him by a lot. He seemed a bit down, you couldn’t blame him. “You don’t have to get back in the shower or anything.” He reassured.

“Yeah, just give me a moment to get dressed.” You answered, starting to move your feet toward the door. As you put on clothes Chris got into the shower. And within a few minutes you were back into the bathroom finding a place for you to sit as he washed up.

You decided to sit on the toilet seat with the lid closed. It was silent at first, then as a few seconds went by one of you started up a conversation. The two of you talked, and talked, and talked as he showered. Time seemed to fly by and soon he was almost done. Chris wasn’t really in the mood for jokes or any of his usual remarks, only wanting to get this shower over with and lay in bed with you. Which ended up happening. The moment he got out, dried himself off, and got dressed, he followed you like a lost puppy to bed. You both agreed on a movie, then got under the blankets, intertwined or curled up next to each other in some way. You’d press kisses to the areas of his face you could reach, murmur positive things into his ear, and cuddle him till the both of you fell asleep.

[latenightreadingpdf]

Masked Affection - Adrian Chase

₊‧⁺˖⋆ Masterlist ⋆˖⁺‧₊

Summary: Y/N navigates the chaos of a small Italian restaurant and forms an unexpected bond with her coworker Adrian, unaware of his alter ego, Vigilante. When she's attacked, Vigilante saves her, sparking a tangled tale of secrets and forbidden love.

In the bustling chaos of Fennel Fields, a small Italian restaurant with more character than class, Y/N found herself navigating the intricate dance of waitressing. It was a job she had taken up recently, and while the ambiance was anything but glamorous, she was determined to make the most of it.

However, amidst the clattering of dishes and hurried footsteps, one name seemed to echo through the restaurant more than others: Adrian Chase. Her coworkers, in their own colorful way, had painted a portrait of him as an enigma, a figure of both intrigue and caution. They warned her about his eccentricities, his odd mannerisms, but Y/N dismissed their warnings with a shrug. After all, how strange could one busboy be?

It wasn't until she spotted him for the first time, amidst the chaos of the kitchen, that Y/N felt a flutter of curiosity. There he was, Adrian, with his tousled curls and endearing clumsiness. As she approached him to introduce herself, a smile tugged at her lips. "Hey there, I'm Y/N. You must be Adrian, right?"

Adrian, in a moment of awkward panic, attempted nonchalance, only to stumble over his own feet in the process. Y/N couldn't help but chuckle, charmed by his adorable mishap.

As weeks passed and shifts blurred into one another, Y/N found herself drawn to Adrian's company. Despite his quirks and the jokes that often flew over his head, she made sure he felt included, defending him against the barbs of others with unwavering loyalty.

Yet, it was on a fateful night, as Y/N made her way home through dimly lit streets, that her world collided with chaos once more. She found herself accosted by a group of menacing figures, their intentions clear as they brandished a gleaming knife.

Just as fear threatened to consume her, a masked figure emerged from the shadows, a silent guardian in the night. With swift and decisive action, he killed her attackers, leaving Y/N stunned in his wake.

Gratitude flooded her as she thanked her mysterious savior, unaware that behind the mask lay the familiar face of Adrian Chase. His heart raced beneath the guise of Vigilante, torn between the desire to reveal himself and the fear of the consequences.

Y/N quickly noticed that he was hurt during the fight and insisted on tending to his wounds, Vigilante hesitated, his secret identity hanging in the balance. Yet, drawn by an inexplicable longing to know her more deeply, he followed her home, allowing her to patch him up in the quiet sanctuary of her living room.

While Y/N is rummaging through her first aid supplies, Vigilante takes a moment to observe her living space. He notices small details about her that he never paid attention to before: the books on the shelf, the photos on the wall, the cozy blanket draped over the couch. It dawns on him how little he actually knows about her life outside of work.

As Y/N returns with the first aid kit, she notices the tension in Vigilante's posture, his masked gaze fixed on some distant point. "Is everything okay?" she asks, her voice laced with concern.

Vigilante hesitates for a moment, grappling with the urge to confess his feelings and the fear of rejection or worse, revealing his secret identity. Instead, he offers a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah, just admiring your place. It's... cozy."

Y/N chuckles softly, setting the first aid kit down on the coffee table. "Thanks! It's not much, but it's home." She gestures for him to roll up his sleeve so she can tend to his wound.

As she cleans and stitches the wound, Vigilante finds himself relaxing in her presence. Her gentle touch and soothing voice calm the turmoil within him, if only temporarily. He starts to realize just how much he craves this sense of normalcy, away from the chaos of his double life.

Once the wound is patched up, Y/N sits back and surveys her handiwork with a satisfied nod. "There, good as new."

"Thanks," he murmurs, genuine gratitude coloring his tone.

Y/N smiles warmly. "Anytime. Just glad I could help."

They fall into a comfortable silence, the air thick with unspoken tension. Vigilante wrestles with the urge to confess his feelings, to tell her everything, but the fear of ruining their newfound closeness holds him back.

Just as he's about to speak, the sound of sirens pierces the night outside. Vigilante stiffens, his instincts kicking into high gear.

Y/N frowns, glancing towards the window. "Sounds like trouble. You should probably get going."

Vigilante nods, already rising from the couch. "Yeah, duty calls." He hesitates for a moment, then with a slight lift of his mask, he leans down to press a fleeting kiss to her cheek. The fabric brushes against her skin as he murmurs, "Thanks again, for everything."

Before Y/N can react, he's already slipping out the door, leaving her heart pounding in his wake.

As she watches him disappear into the night, a whirlwind of emotions crashes over her. Little does she know, this chance encounter is just the beginning of a tangled web of secrets, lies, and forbidden love.

One evening, as she and Adrian sat together after their shift, the topic turned to the recent attack. "I still can't believe someone was there to save me," Y/N mused, her voice tinged with awe. "I feel so lucky that Vigilante was in the area."

Adrian nodded in agreement, a faint smile playing at his lips. Little did Y/N know, he was the one behind the mask, his heart pounding with a mixture of guilt and affection. He had been following her that night, not out of malice or suspicion, but out of a growing sense of protectiveness. He wanted to ensure nothing bad happened to her, not because he felt obligated, but because he was falling for her in a way he couldn't quite comprehend.

As Y/N continued to express her gratitude, Adrian felt a swell of emotion rise within him. He longed to confess the truth, to tell her that he was the one who had been watching over her, but fear held him back. He couldn't bear the thought of jeopardizing their newfound connection, not when his feelings for her were so raw and uncertain.

Instead, he offered her a reassuring smile, his heart heavy with the weight of his secret. "Yeah, it was very lucky," he agreed softly, his words carrying a depth of meaning that only he could understand.

As they sat together in the quiet intimacy of the break room, Adrian couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. Little did Y/N know, the man sitting beside her, with his gentle smile and hidden depths, was not just her coworker, but the masked vigilante who had come to her rescue.

[vigsilantes]

coffee and hair dye (adrian chase x gn reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader Summary: You’re dying your hair to match your suit color and Adrian wants you dye a bit of his hair to match yours. Word Count: 3.1k Tags: established relationship, reader-insert, gender-neutral pronouns, post-canon, idiots in love, mild smut, domestic fluff, comfort, fluff and smut A/N: this was inspired by Nadja and Laszlo and their matching hair from what we do in the shadows if you know what i’m referencing ily

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Last night’s supposed "small" mission turned into a rather difficult and tiring one. Nothing went wrong, but the targets were far more skilled than research proved, and they kicked your asses. Then you guys kicked their asses. Though it was a rather fast fight, and you won, you all were roughed up and totally depleted. The complicated night prompted Emilia to generously give everyone the next night off. Well, all the bickering and complaining by the team in the van prompted Emilia to give the night off. And that bickering was worth it because you and Adrian finally have a night off together, you both haven’t had one in a very long time. Though you two were quite beaten up from the mission, you planned to make the best of it.

After sleeping until 11, you and Adrian felt the urge to get out of bed. He was making it hard to leave bed though, as his whole body was wrapped around yours, and his head was nuzzled perfectly in the back of your neck. Fortunately, it’s Saturday, you already had the day off from work. However, Adrian wasn’t so lucky and in fact had to go to Fennel Fields in a few hours.

You sigh, “I think we should get out of bed; you have work, maybe you can shower, and I’ll make us coffee?” you suggest. Adrian hummed into your neck.

“Babe,” he paused, his voice still raspy from sleep. He groaned as he lifted his arm away from you to grab his phone from the nightstand. He tapped the screen and put his phone to his ear, “I am not leaving this bed,” he raised his brows, you blushed while you turned over to fully face him. After a pause his eyes light up and he slightly cleared his throat, “Hey, this is Adrian, sorry, I won’t be able to make it today, I woke up with a horrible cold,” he adds in a few fake coughs, then slyly smiles, “I’ve thrown up a bunchhh too so, yeah… yup, thanks, bye!” He tapped his phone and gave you a wicked grin, you bit your lip.

“Okay, yeah, I’m glad you did that. I didn’t want us to get up right now either,” he kissed your forehead, “and you’re keeping me warm so, if you left, or we got up, I would be way too cold.”

“See now, we couldn’t let that happen,” Adrian purred and pulled you closer into his chest, you could feel the heat radiating off of him, you snuggle into it, “how are you feeling?” he asked, while gently twirling your hair through his fingers. You took a second to actually see how you felt, your body was tired but nothing really more than that was wrong.

“All right, achy everywhere though, I feel bruises already I think, you?” you look up at him, he meets your gaze, eyes still looking tired, he nods his head.

“I think I’m the same but,” he let out a deep huff, “I feel so relieved that I called out, so I’m not even thinking about the bruising my body is doing right now… Babe," he paused and a playful smile grew across his face, "we have a day off together!” You gasped, it’s been forever since you guys had a whole entire day off together, it only really happens when you get injured from missions, but you guys aren’t in too bad of shape from last night, it was a win-win.

“Waitttt we have to have some fun today, should we plan something, or should we not plan something and just see what happens today?” you ponder, he chuckles. “Oh, and since we both have time this morning, could you please help me re-dye my hair?” you smile and blink up at him.

“Of courseeeee, I love helping you do your hair! I am honored that you would like my help, babe.” Adrian beamed and your cheeks turned red at his smile. “Plus, you look so badass when you just dyed your hair like it’s so bright and, well… not that right now your hair isn’t badass, but,” he sighs, “you know what I mean, babe.” Before he could keep talking, you cupped his face with your palm, he smiled into your hand.

“Thanks, Ade. And I’m honored that you like helping me,” you replied. “Should I maybe go a little crazy and match the purple in my suit again? The pink that I have now could easily change into it… Ooh, yea, I’m going back to purple,” you state, Adrian was nodding his head enthusiastically.

“YES, babe it’s so hottt when your hair matches your suit, great idea!” he said, eyes wide.

“Thank you, thank you, now I'm definitely doing purple,” you lean up to peck Adrian on the lips, he returns the kiss with his tongue, which caused you to breath out a moan, he pulled you into his chest, his hand crawling up your back. You couldn’t resist moving one hand up to his head so you could run your fingers through his dark hair, the other hand gently scratching his bare back. You try to briefly pull away from him, but he doesn't let you until he gets in one more deep kiss, then he barely seperates himself from you, your lips brushing his.

“Instead of fucking right now, which I really want to do, I need to dye my hair early in the day, or I’ll never get it all done,” you pause, he groans in protest as he kisses your neck, “how about… you can fuck my brains out after my hair is purple?” you question, nudging his chin up so you could meet his eyes.

“Hmmm,” he goes in for another long kiss that made you shiver, then he slowly pulls away, “I guess you’re right, let’s be productive,” he paused to play with your hair once more, his green eyes lighting up from the morning sun. As he met your gaze, you saw something shift in his eyes, “but only if you dye some of my hair to match yours.” Adrian firmly states, voice deep, he was almost using his Vigilante voice. You couldn’t help the smile that grew onto your face, thinking about him with dyed hair. And then you really couldn’t help how turned on you were at the thought of his hair matching yours-and your suit. Heat immediately ran to your cheeks.

“Oh absolutely, fuck, let’s do it right now,” you twirl a strand of his hair, “that’s gonna be so fucking hot.” You kiss again before you both hype yourselves up to slink out of your cozy, toasty, bed.

“I’ll make us coffee while you get the dye stuff ready, babe!” Adrian stated, as you went to the bathroom to mix together some bleach and take stock of your purple dye-you luckily had plenty of purple left over from the last time you matched your suit, all you needed to do was mix a bit of blue to make it a perfect color match. You made a little extra bleach for Adrian, and you felt a bit giddy while picturing him having dyed hair, he has never ever done any kind of coloring to his beautiful dark hair, so you won’t do a lot, just a few strands under the back of his head. Just then, you heard the beep of your record player turning on and a moment later, “I Saw Her Standing There” by The Beatles began faintly playing, he threw on his Please Please Me record. You grinned; he always picks the best music.

“Perfect music choice honey,” you yell out to him as you stir the bleach with the brush. As you’re mixing, Adrian walks in with two cups of iced coffee, you both prefer iced over hot, and Adrian has mastered making lattes at home with a fancy coffee machine.

“Here you are, my love, order up,” he smiles as he hands you your glass, you take a sip and start slowly nodding your head in approval.

“Mwah it's perfect, thanks babe, I love having my own little at home barista,” you admit, the compliment caused him to blush. “Okay, I can start my roots, and all I’ll need help with is the back, and then I can do a bit of yours,” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Can’t wait, I’ll just enjoy the view while I sip on my coffee,” he hummed while smiling. All you were wearing was his t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, it just became a habit for you to steal his shirts, and that then lead to his boxers, and he doesn’t mind one little bit…if anything he encourages it. He eyed you up and down with feline eyes. Your cheeks turned rosy as you began sectioning your hair, preparing it for the bleach. You then threw on some gloves and got to work. Bliss fell over you while you listened to Adrian hum and sing to the music as you did your hair. It just made your heart feel warm. After a few minutes, you got to the back part of your head that was hard to see.

“All righty babe,” you turn to look at him, his eyes lit up.

“Yay okay let’s do this!” he clapped his hands and then put on a pair of gloves as well. With the brush in one hand, and his other hand helping to part your hair, he went in, and painted the bleach on the back of your head.

He always loves to help, and you really appreciate it because he’s really good at dying your hair. You enjoyed staring in the mirror to watch how concentrated he was, he was truly getting into it.

After a song or so he met your eyes in the mirror, you beamed. “And that’s that, babe, thanks for coming to my coffee-salon,” Adrian joked, you broke into a laugh, he chuckled as well.

“Pleaseeee, thank you for having me,” you turn around to press a kiss on his cheek, “but now, it’s my salon,” you firmly state, narrowing your brows, Adrian’s face turned bright red, but his eyes were fiercely watching yours.

“Oooh fuck yeah!” He exclaims, handing you the brush and cup of bleach, “this is gonna be so hot, but,” he bent down a bit as if to whisper, “it won’t be too much of my hair though, right?” he softly questions, you chuckle as you swap places with him.

“No babe, don’t worry,” you confirm, as you lean up and start to untangle a small part of hair on the back of his head, angling his head to make him look down so you could section it. You started making a section almost like an undercut, but just a small little square of hair. “I’ll just do this much, barely even a whole handful,” you show him in the mirror. “Your other hair will cover it and it’ll peak through-”

“YESS, that will look so fucking cool, I am so ready!” He squealed, you grinned as you part his hair and use one of your hair clips to keep his other hair out of the way. You then mixed the bleach one more time before applying it to his head, making an even layer on his dark hair.

It barely took one song to do all of it, but you finished applying the bleach, and to your surprise, his virgin hair was already taking to the bleach.

“Now we wait,” you step to stand next to him, the smile that was on his face was priceless. You then begin cleaning up the small mess you made in the bathroom, Adrian held up the trash can for you to throw your bleached gloves in and you start wiping up the counter. With one look in the mirror, you could tell your hair was already almost done, your roots weren’t too dark in the first place. His dark hair will probably take a bit longer. However, as you start cleaning, you noticed how much the bathroom needed more of a clean, so you take a breath and begin. You and Adrian sang along to the music as you cleaned, flipping the record shortly into your clean. You guys got into a rhythm and ended up tidying up more than either one of you intended to. You huffed, and Adrian caught your eye. “Well shit it looks great in here,” you say, smiling, he looked around the room.

“It really does! I don’t know what ghost possessed us to do that but I’m glad it happened,” Adrian joked, you nodded, chuckling. You step closer to Adrian and gently move his head so you can check his hair, it was blonde! A glance in the mirror told you your hair was ready to wash too.

“Well, apparently we cleaned long enough for the bleach to work, let’s wash, you first!” You say, he nods, eyes widening from excitement. He sets his glasses on the sink then bends down to kneel in front the tub with his head over the drain. Luckily your shower was a handheld one, so you took it off the mount and hover over him to begin washing his hair. He giggles as your fingers begin gently massaging his scalp and after swishing water through his hair, the bleach had washed out. You shut the shower and grab a towel for Adrian, his whole head got wet. You wrap the towel and tuck it in so it can firmly stay on his head to dry his hair. “It looks great blonde, honey.” You tell him.

“I can’t fucking wait to see it all finished, babe,” Adrian replied, you smiled as you two swapped places so he could help wash your hair. Adrian threw his glasses back on then began gently massaging your scalp, you hummed in content. “Aaannndddd done,” he said after a minute of washing, shutting the faucet and squeezing the water from your hair before placing a towel around your head. You properly wrap it and turn around to Adrian.

After drying your hair with the blow dryer, you repeat the dying process but with the mixed purple dye. Adrian’s handful of hair didn’t take long to color, then he ended up doing your whole head, teamwork makes the dreamwork! Once he declares your head is done, you both notice how hungry you are.

“Breakfast?” you asked, Adrian pursed his lips. Your stomach almost instantly growled at the thought of a meal. When you got home from the mission last night, though you weren’t beaten up too badly, you were still in pain, it was a miracle you guys didn’t pass out in your suits in bed, so yeah, you could both eat. He nods his head frantically. “Eggs and waffles?” You question.

“Let’s-a-go!” Adrian said in an Italian accent as he pumped his fist in the air, you cackle, what a dork. He leads the way to the kitchen and starts getting the eggs and the cheese from the fridge and waffles from the freezer. You notice that the music stopped, so before helping begin breakfast, you put on a different Beatles record and place the needle on. You hear a "Thanks, babe!" from Adrian as you enter the kitchen.

You two seamlessly make breakfast, splitting up tasks between you both. After a few short minutes, you had cheesy scrambled eggs and waffles, and while sitting at your small kitchen table, you shared breakfast with Adrian. It only took a few minutes to eat, but right as you finished your last forkful of eggs, you looked at your hair in your phone’s camera to see the dye showing through, it was time to wash!

You hum as you stand up and check the back of Adrian’s head, it already looks amazing, “Babe, let’s go washhhh,” you say, wavering your voice, he gasps.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Adrian exclaimed as he also stood up, you two began walking to the bathroom. You go right to the tub to turn on the shower and when you turn around you see Adrian, still shirtless, waiting like an excited puppy. You repeated the washing process for the last time, thank God, and began towel drying each other’s hair. Adrian was the first to get to the mirror, his hair has already practically dried, and even by slightly turning his head to the side he could see the streak of purple amongst his dark hair. He gasped. You grabbed the small mirror off the sink counter and held it up to the back of his head so he could get a proper view, all the while you were staring at his colored hair.

“Fucking hell, Ade, you look so hot with purple hair,” you say, gawking at him. His eyes were wide as he took in his hair in the mirrors, and you noticed that the purple in his hair complimented his green eyes beautifully. “I’m so glad your hair took to the dye!”

“Shit, me too, it looks, so fucking sick babe, I am so happy right now,” Adrian beams, turning to you, “thank you for helping me look more badass, babe.” He leaned down to press his lips to yours, you deeply return the kiss. He pulled away only a few inches, you felt his breath on your ear. “I may look a little more badass, but fuck-babe, you…you.” his voice lowered, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.” You gasped, he started playing with your hair in one hand, then he slides his other hand down your lower back. Adrian moved in fast and started kissing your neck.

“God, I-” He cut you off by moving his kisses up your neck, and farther up to meet your lips. You were honestly glad he interrupted you, you had nothing to say other than the moan that managed to escape from you. You were instantly on him, running your fingers through his hair and caressing his face. He hoisted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

The two of you barely separated your lips, only for an occasional moan or swear from either of you. After a few moments, while still holding you, he moved you two to your bed, planting himself on top of you, putting his whole weight on you. You felt his boner immediately, you melted into him even more as heat ran to your cheeks. His hands were all over you, and you felt ravenous as your hands touched him.

It pained you but you had to pull away to say, “I should dye your hair more often.” All you heard in response was a deep belly laugh that erupted out of him-fuck you love him.

“I won’t say no to tha-” you didn’t let him finish speaking before leaning up and crashing your lips to his. The smile on his face faded the more he kissed you, he quickly became feral as he reciprocated your initial kiss, and more.

[fantasyart12]

Whiteout sketch

and *very* rough darkstalker sketch.

Really struggled with this one, but I think I’m finally happy with his face.

[strawberryscribblesandwrites]

Adrian chase with an s/o who matches his freak/random hcs

Sorry the writing is all over the place!!!!!

They see him bleeding and are like it's okay, babe. I used to watch videos on this shit no sweat. I know how to fix you up.

"Hey babe would you love me if I was a worm" he would asl his s/o they would think for a second "like worm worm or tape worm because like I think I'd eat you so we can be one" they shrugg cue happy Adrian and confused others.

They are sensory seeking and will put anything in there mouth or like they just randomly lie on the floor to self regulate.

Your laying on the floor of the 11th Street kids makeshift office legs bearly seen between the tables, causing Harcourt to trip and curse. "Adrian, they're in the floor again" she'd mutter, shaking her head. After a few moments Adrian lies beside you in his suite "floor time?" He's quietly ask looking at you intently as you nod happy to lay with you and chatter away.

Biteing.....just they bite eachother alot not even like sexual just , cuteness aggression, or some shit? Adrian lying in the bed feels the teeth of his s/o sinking into the sink of his ass he blinks and is just like oh hey babe.

"God damn adrian your fucking caked up" you groaned falling onto the bed beside him , his teal boxsers acentuaring the curve of his ass "Oh yea? I've been rea-" he began being cut off by the feeling of your teeth sinking into the meat of his ass.

S/o who has hyperfixated on gore or cannibalism and just dumps the info on him, and he's genuinely into it.

"So like....stay away form cartlidge got it, but like it's super illegal baby so I'm not gonna do that" he'd say with a genuine look

You carry his random shit in a bag for him , oh here have his spare spare emergency knife , oh its right next to your own cool he's litrally in love

You wanna be laid on he's down and vice versa because oh boy, does he like to be crushed under your weight.

Showering together is a yes, he's stealing your nice soaps and acting like he's been attacked when soap gets in his eye, which leads to a fake dramatic death scene with you in the rain(shower)

[vigilvntes]

OK here’s my angsty but also soft scenario:

Everybody on the team knows Adrian has feelings for you. Chris teases him all the time about how you are never gonna feel the same way. Nobody knows that you’ve been secretly dating for months.

 The team goes on what should be a routine mission, but everything goes horribly wrong and you find yourselves fighting for your lives. Adrian does everything he can to protect you, and in the process gets seriously injured.

He hast to go to the hospital, and even with his accelerated healing. It seems like he’s going to die.

You completely break down, and from your reaction it’s pretty obvious that you and Adrian are more than friends. You’d be upset if any of them were hurt, but not like this.

Anyway, you spend every day by Adrian side at the hospital, talking to him, begging for him to come back to you, telling him that you love him. It’s the first time you’ve told him that.

It takes a few weeks, but thanks to his accelerated healing. Adrian does get better in the first thing he does when he wakes back up is tell you that he loves you too.

YEAHHHH THATS WHAT I LIKE TO SEE INJECT ITTTTT

bonus points if everyone is under the impression that you hate adrian. like you constantly bicker with each other and everyone just kinda thinks that you're being fr and you can't stand his ass and that adrian is only bickering with you because he has a huge crush on you and it's the only speck of attention he gets from you. idk i think he would think it's kinda funny that the two of you argue with each other when you're with the team, and they constantly tease him and tell him that there's no chance in hell you'd ever give him a chance because you clearly hate him ... and then he gets to go home and kiss your face off and giggle about how DUMB the team are for not knowing.

so when you hear emilia tell the team over comms that adrian is down, and you rush over to him with literally no thoughts in your head other than to be with him and help him despite the chaos around you, everyone is kinda confused. when the fight is over and you're sobbing over his unconscious body, begging him to wake up and come back to you while leota drags you away so chris can pick him up and get him some help asap ... they're even more confused. except emilia. she has her "holy shit" moment right then and there but refrains from saying anything because there's more important matters at hand. she has to drive your boyfriend to the hospital before you wage war against anyone and everyone that had a part to play in his death, should that happen.

so at the hospital, you're pacing around, biting your nails, shaking. you haven't stopped crying since you saw him on the ground, blood pooling from the wound to his side. you're injured too, but every time the doctors try to treat your wounds you tell them they can't, not until you know adrian is, at the very least, alive. it's at this point that chris just can't seem to help himself. he's upset too – that's his best friend for(n)ever, but you HATE him. or so he thought. so he'll straight up ask why you're being so fucking WEIRD. why you're acting like you're in love with him, or some shit. your sad grimace, emilia's death glare, and leota and economous' (who realised on the drive to the hospital) look that says 'dude, come on??' quickly catches him up on the situation. confirms that you are, in fact, in love with adrian.

the doctors tell you that he's alive, and it's only then that you allow yourself to be treated. your wounds are surface only, easy enough to patch up, and even though you're discharged you spend almost every single day in the hospital by adrian's side, talking to him, telling him that you love him and that it should've been you and not him. some days you're forced to go home by chris or emilia, with you promising that you'll sleep (you won't) and the two of them promising that they'll stay by his side. it's on one of those days that adrian wakes up, and you're grateful that your mind won't allow you to fall asleep when you get a phone call from leota at 3am telling you he's awake.

you're still in your pyjamas when you turn up at the hospital, having literally jumped out of bed and into your car to drive over. when you rush into his hospital room, a strained, tired, dumbass grin spreads across his lips and he greets you with a 'hey, fuckhead'. you burst into tears then and there and he immediately tries to get out of the hospital bed to comfort you but emilia yells at him and tells him to sit the fuck back down before she leaves the two of you to it.

fluff ensues. back and forth i love you's. 'if you think this is bad, you shoulda seen the other guy. no– babe, it was so cool. i hit him over the head with his own hammer before he stabbed me. then i stabbed him with his own knife. double whammy.' chris turns up and questions both of you on when the fuck you stopped hating each other and started fucking instead?????????

anyway 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[scarletttries]

Comfort My Character Request: Adrian Chase/Vigilante (Peacemaker) x Reader ...a warm hug

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open

...a warm hug for Adrian Chase 🤗

When the guard had told him someone was there to bust him out of prison, Adrian couldn't find it in himself to smile. He had failed to take out Peacemaker's father and he had made everything worse in the process. He had let down his best friend, and maybe even worse, he had let the rest of the team down. Including you.

You who had offered him the seat beside you at his first briefing with the 11th street kids. You who had asked how he was doing after getting tortured by that 'butterfly.' You who smiled and spoke to him without sarcasm or malice, and made him feel like he could really be wanted somewhere. He'd let you down. And as the autumn air washed over him with his first steps out of incarceration, seeing you parked in front of his temporary cage only made his heart ache worse.

He watched you look his way once, then twice, before finally recognising the man behind the mask, a smile threatening to creep over his expression as he saw the familiarity sparkle in your eyes. You leant across the passenger seat, bracing yourself with one hand so the other could just about open his door for him as he approached, the welcoming gesture only compounding his guilt for failing to do the simple task Adebayo had given him. As he dropped unceremoniously into the seat beside you his gaze stayed fixed on his shoes, biding his time until he had to explain how much of a disappointment he was.

"It's nice to finally meet you without the mask." You offered softly, watching his face contort in his internal battle between the joy your words brought him and the inevitable backlash his next words would bring.

"Yeah - I'm Adrian. And I think I just made everything worse." His pleading eyes searched yours for scorn, their glistening clear even behind his crooked glasses. You placed one hand gently on his where they rested in his lap as you brought the engine to life with the other, giving him a gentle squeeze before pulling away from the jail's entrance,

"From what I heard you beat the crap out of some white supremecists and probably put the fear of god in Peacemaker's dad. I'd say you made the world a better place today Adrian." Your words were laced with such pride and warmth, he couldn't help but watch your lips as each one was formed, the weight on his shoulders lifting with each moment spent in your company.

"Let me take you home, okay?" The thought of being separated from you so soon had his stomach twisting in knots again, knowing the moment he was left alone the world would come crashing down around him again.

"Can you stay with me? At my place? Just for a little bit - I just, I'm not having the best day." The words came out quick and jumbled, frantic in his need to find any way to convince you to stay nearby, to keep lifting him up the way you seemed to do so naturally. In your peripheral vision you could see his chest rise and fall in panic beneath his knitted fleece, his hands wringing together as his deep brown eyes pleaded with you for unearned kindness or sympathy. You checked your mirrors and slowly eased the wheel all the way to the left until you were travelling in the opposite direction.

"I can't stay at your place Adrian. But you can come and get some rest at mine."

***

It was just the same cheap motel-style apartment everyone else had been put up in, but as Adrian followed you through the numbered door he felt strangely at ease. You hadn't brought much with you; a few pictures, a fluffy blanket, a couple of mugs that all came together to transform the soulless space into something of a home. You moved straight to the kitchen, putting water onto boil before disappearing into one of two white doors down a small hallway. Adrian let his bag drop to the floor so he could kick off his shoes, double checking the lock on the door behind him while he waited for you to return. He didn't dare take a step into your space without your permission, fearing his mere presence was already an intrusion that you'd quickly come to resent him for. He smiled as you came into view, a bundle of sheets and blankets in your arms that you went to work spreading across the large grey couch that stood against one of your walls.

"Do you want some help?" Adrian asked meekly, still frozen to the spot he'd first stepped into.

"Can you come hold this please?" You lifted your head in a nod that finally ushered him past the doorstep, crossing the room in three long strides to take every item effortlessly from your hands. "Thanks Adrian." You could see the blush flushing his cheeks every time you used his name, the vulnerability of his identity being revealed coming with an intimacy he hadn't expected. His gaze locked on you as you continued laying pillows and blankets across the sofa, occasionally glancing his way just to shoot him a comforting smile that almost had his knees buckling under his own weight. He was left holding a single blanket as you meandered around the kitchen pouring hot water into those colourful mugs and bringing one to sit beside the vigilante's make-shift bed.

"It's chamomile. I thought after the day you've had you might need some help sleeping." You took the final blanket for his arms and propped it next to his pillow so that he could take a sip of the molten liquid, his face betraying his distaste for tea despite his best efforts as he set the cup back down.

"That's super delicious, thanks!" He feigned enthusiasm as his tongue skimmed over his lips just to escape the taste in his mouth. The laugh his response earned from you was music to his ears, the dim lamp lighting of your part-time home only highlighting your features in an even more heavenly way than usual. Vigilante could feel the air being drawn out of his lungs as you inched slightly closer to him, near enough that you could reach up and drape your arms over his broad shoulders.

"Sleep well Adrian, I promise tomorrow everything will feel a bit easier." Any response he could muster caught in his throat as your arms wrapped around him, closing the gap between your bodies and flooding his with warmth. Your embrace was all-consuming, your scent filling his lungs as he let his swimming head fall against your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck as his arms squeezed around your waist like you might disappear without his grounding. His eyes blinked shut and let the sensation of your hands gently rubbing circles on his back wash over him, struggling to remember the last time someone had held him this way, or had touched him without any violent intentions behind it. Adrian's breathing slowed, focusing on deeply inhaling against your neck as he pressed himself more tightly against you, realising he didn't know how long a hug should usually last but praying it could take all night.

You waited until you could feel his hands clinging to your shirt loosen slightly to start to pull away, your heart aching for the touch-starved man who looked like he might cry if you ever dared to hug him again. The two of you separated slowly, Adrian let his hands linger on your waist for as long as he could get away with before finally you took a step back, out of his reach.

"You're a really good friend Adrian, and we're all lucky to have you. So get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning." You tried not to let your tone give away your own disappointment at having to say good night, hoping tomorrow would give you even more chances to get close to the sweet-natured assassin currently staring at you with bloodshot eyes full of adoration.

"Can I sleep in your room with you?" Adrian hoped one final plea could help him cross that line of friendship, the thought of spending the rest of the night with his arms wrapped around you too enticing not to beg for.

"Not tonight Adrian." You replied with a gentle smile you hoped conveyed that you still held warm for the man. "But you can ask me again tomorrow." With that you picked up a mug of your own and headed down the corridor hiding the growing smile on your face, missing the sight of Adrian excitedly setting an alarm on his watch for 12:01.

Back on my Vigilante shit by popular demand, and I feel like this might be in need of smutty part two so let me know 💞If you enjoyed this check out my Adrian Chase masterlist, or send in another comfort my character request!

[vixenmulder]

Adrian Chase - I'm Your Type

Masterlist

Summary: Adrian and Y/N are just hanging out casually talking about their exes.

Warnings: mentions of crazy ex

Word count: 1271

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Adrian's car was a heat trap. The summer sun had been beating down on it for hours, leaving the leather seats warm to the touch. The faint scent of sun-warmed vinyl and vanilla milkshake filled the air, mixing with the distant smell of sizzling fries wafting from the diner. Y/N had already kicked off her shoes, her bare feet propped up on the dashboard, wiggling her toes in the warm air.

The windows were rolled down just enough to let in the occasional, half-hearted breeze, though it didn't do much to battle the heat. Sweat beaded lightly at her temple, a few strands of hair sticking to her forehead before she absentmindedly pushed them back. Adrian was slouched in the driver's seat, one arm draped over the wheel, his chocolate milkshake sweating onto the console between them. His glasses were perched crookedly on his nose, and the way he sipped lazily at his drink made him look uncharacteristically relaxed even though they were talking about his insane ex.

"Oh, you mean the one who tried to stab me?" He barked out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeah, that was a fun Tuesday night."

Y/N snorted, lazily stirring her milkshake with her straw. The ice cream had melted too quickly, the once-thick consistency now just cold, sugary milk with a lingering hint of vanilla. "I mean, that has to take the cake, right? Best crazy ex story. I can't really top that."

Adrian smirked, pushing his sunglasses up onto his forehead so he could give her a proper look. His eyes were bright, mischief sparking in them as he shrugged. "She was exactly my type, too. If only she wasn't, you know, a crazy bitch."

Y/N let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. "Wow, high standards."

"Hey, don't judge. I like what I like." He took another long sip of his milkshake, his lips catching a smudge of chocolate before he licked it away. Then, with a casual tilt of his head, he glanced over at her. "Also you can't say anything. I've seen the guys you date, I know your type."

Y/N frowned thoughtfully, licking the remnants of vanilla from her own lips. "What do you mean? All the guys I've dated have been so different I don't really think I have a type."

Adrian nearly choked. "Bullshit."

She looked at him, amused. "What? I don't."

"Oh, come on." He gestured at her dramatically, nearly knocking over his milkshake in the process. "You so have a type. And spoiler alert, it's me."

Y/N chocked, and raised an eyebrow at him. "Real smooth Adrian, but I don't see it."

"Oh, really?" He leaned back, crossing one ankle over his knee like he was settling in for a long discussion. His grin was infuriatingly smug. "Let's break this down, shall we? All your exes—tall, check. Dangerous, check. Slightly unhinged? Big check." He counted off on his fingers before pointing both thumbs at himself. "Now, who does that sound like?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, feigning annoyance, but he could see the corners of her lips twitching like she was fighting a smile. "That doesn't prove anything."

Adrian scoffed. "Babe, it proves everything." He took another sip of his milkshake, the straw making a hollow slurping sound as he hit the last of it. Then, with a casual shrug, he added, "Face it, you're into guys who could probably get arrested."

"That's not true!" she protested, though the moment the words left her mouth, her brain betrayed her. A mental slideshow of her exes—Fred, Chuck, Roy—flashed through her mind.

Fred, who had an undeniable mischievous streak and a dangerous love for chaos. Chuck, who picked fights just for the fun of it. And Roy, well...

Shit.

Adrian watched her expression shift and his smirk widened like a shark scenting blood. He slapped the dashboard excitedly, his palm making a sharp sound against the warm surface. "Oh my god, you're realizing it right now, aren't you? You totally have a type! And it's me!"

Y/N groaned, throwing her head back against the seat. The heat from the leather was still radiating through her, making her feel sluggish and far too warm. Or maybe that was just Adrian's ridiculous gloating.

"I hate that you're enjoying this so much."

"Oh, I'm loving this," he corrected, leaning in and nudging her playfully with his shoulder. His skin was warm from the sun, a contrast against the cool condensation from her milkshake still clutched in her hand. "This is, like, the best day of my life."

She rolled her eyes, though there was no real heat behind it. "You need a hobby."

"This is my hobby now. Annoying you with the truth."

Y/N huffed, turning her gaze out the window. The asphalt shimmered under the relentless sun, waves of heat distorting the world like a mirage. The air smelled of pavement, motor oil, and the greasy, nostalgic scent of the diner behind them.

Adrian, still grinning, shifted slightly so he was facing her fully. He studied her with a look that was almost too serious for the moment, the playfulness in his eyes softening just a fraction. "You know, it makes sense."

She glanced at him warily. "What does?"

"You and me." He said it so easily, like it wasn't the most dangerous thing either of them could acknowledge. "I mean, we're best friends, I fit your type perfectly. And I mean you obviously fit mine."

Y/N's heart did something complicated in her chest. It felt like a stutter-step, a brief hesitation before picking up again, a little too fast.

She scoffed, trying to cover up whatever the hell that was. "Yeah, well, that doesn't mean anything."

Adrian hummed, unconvinced. "Sure, babe. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

The air between them suddenly felt thicker, like the summer heat had condensed it into something heavier, something harder to ignore. She could feel the warmth of his arm where it rested against hers, the casual press of skin that shouldn't have made her breath hitch but somehow did.

She tore her gaze away from him, focusing on the melted remnants of her milkshake. The ice cream had all but dissolved, leaving only a thin layer of foam clinging to the sides of the cup.

Adrian, meanwhile, was watching her with that same infuriating smirk, like he knew something she didn't.

She refused to give him the satisfaction of asking what.

Instead, she set her cup down in the holder, stretching her arms above her head before sighing dramatically. "Alright, I think I've had enough of this conversation. Let's go do something that doesn't involve you being right."

Adrian snorted. "Good luck with that."

She shot him a look, but he was already shifting gears, turning the keys in the ignition. The car rumbled to life, the dashboard flickering as the radio crackled back on. The old-school song that had been playing before was still going, its upbeat melody completely at odds with the strange, lingering tension between them.

As Adrian pulled out of the lot, the warm wind rushed in through the open windows, tousling Y/N's hair and carrying away the last echoes of their conversation.

She told herself that was a good thing.

And if her heart was still beating a little too fast, well... that was just the heat.

Right?

[heavenlyvision]

Blushing

Word Count: 3.2k

Pairing: Adrian Chase x reader

This is a part two to crushing, you can read that here

A/N: Sorry I abandoned this for over a year, bit embarrassing on my behalf but I have some more time now and I want to try and commit to this. Thank you for reading and again if you have any suggestions don’t hesitate to reach out!

Summary: It's your second day back in Evergreen and you find yourself being abruptly awoken by Adrian Chase. Not only that but after spending the morning with him you find yourself bumping into the infamous vigilante in the evening.

Warnings: 18+ but also not really, swearing, sexual tension? Dialogue heavy sry, also like a tiny bit of angst, like so tiny if you squint, you’ll miss it

You wake up to a rhythmic knocking on your motel room door, without opening your eyes you roll over and pick up your phone. Eyes fighting against the bright screen in the dark room. What’s the time? 6am. 6:00am? Who the hell is knocking at your motel room door at 6:00am in the morning.

Then your sleep addled brain catches up, who else would it be?

Slowly… you get up, slowly and waddle over to the door -tap tap tap- lighter wraps against the door this time, more tentative. He’s probably realising that it’s atrociously early in the morning and people are not usually up at this time, or at least, not accepting visitors. Usually.

Normally being awoken this early would piss you right off – it still kind of does if you’re being honest with yourself – but the promise of seeing Adrian makes you giddy, like you’re in high school all over again and that feeling outweighs the anger over any sleep you may have lost.

“Give me a second!” you call out – pants – you think, you need to put on pants. Scrabbling around the room you locate your sweatpants that were discarded last night before bed.

“Okely dokely” he replies through the door.

Dork, you think to yourself, you resent that your heart pulls with fondness, too much depth to your feelings and not enough time to unpack them. Your time here is limited.

Pulling up your pants you walk over to the door and open it, Adrian cracks a goofy smile at you as he takes in all your morning glory. You’re all messy hair and dishevelled clothing. A blush breaks out across your face and down your neck against your will, his eyes on your skin only makes your blush deepen.

“You’re cute when you blush, petal.”

He’s still smiling at you, not maliciously but there is a playful sparkle in his eyes.

“Get in here” you mumble turning around quickly, you don’t want him to see the blush on your cheeks turn from pink to bright red.

Turning around you ask him, “may I inquire as to why you’re visiting my motel room at this ungodly hour?”

He kicks the door closed behind him, he looks a bit sheepish at your question, like he’s not entirely sure himself.

“Well… we agreed to see each other today –”

“– not this early” you cock your head at him,

“See that’s what I had trouble with though, cause we never specified on a time and I don’t have your number because I’m pretty sure you changed it and I didn’t get time to ask for it yesterday and when I remembered you were gone but I did remember you telling me where you were staying and I really wanted to see you today and I didn’t know when to show up but I thought maybe I was thinking too hard about it –”

“– Okay, Adrian you need to take a breath.”

He sucks in a deep breath and lets it go.

“Better?” you ask.

“Better” he nods his head “I did bring you coffee though, I’m not a complete psycho.”

You thank the lord because you notice he is holding a coffee cup for you, a reusable one at that.

“Where did you get this?”

“I made it at home, I wasn’t sure where to get coffee this early… is it okay?”

You take a sip, “It’s perfect” you smile at him.

He managed to make it just how you like it.

“I remember, how you take your coffee.”

“I remember you used to suck at making coffee.”

You find it endearing and surprising that he still remembers how you like your coffee, you’re not sure if that’s because it’s been a while or because you perceive yourself as easily forgettable but it’s nice to be proven wrong about the impact you have on others.

You come back from your thoughts to see Adrian’s hand waving in front of your face and calling your name, “woohoo, you still there?”.

“Sorry, got lost in thought.”

“Thinking about?” he pries.

“Thinking about how it’s nice to be remembered.”

“Who could ever forget you?” he says this in a way that shows he’s genuinely asking; he’s genuinely puzzled by the idea that anyone could ever forget you and that has your heart pulling in your chest again.

The blush starts creeping up to your face again and your eyes burn a bit, like if you kept thinking too hard you would cry. You blink your eyes to reset them and give him a big smile – a genuine smile.

“You always make me feel special, A. I’ve missed you.”

Adrian is a bit taken aback by that, like he wasn’t expecting the vibrance of your smile or the honesty of your words.

“I’ve missed you too, petal. I really wish you stayed but I understand why you left.”

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt though, hey?”

“It hurt but it must’ve hurt you a lot more, I mean you’re the one who left.”

He’s right, it hurt too much to stay. Hurt too much to be reminded of your brother in every crevice of this town but it hurt in Gotham too, not having anyone, not actually being seen. That’s not to say it wasn’t good there though, the crime sucked but ironically it made the pain about your brother less painful, seeing suffering everywhere but also seeing the hope people had. It was nice, good character building if anything.

“I have regrets about leaving and how I left but I don’t regret leaving, does that make sense?”

He considers your words for a second, “It does, and it doesn’t, but I guess that’s just the wonder of emotions, good thing I don’t have them like normal people, seems exhausting.”

“It is exhausting.”

You shake your head at him, you know he’s different from other people, but you also know he does feel things and when he does. He feels them intensely. You think it’s probably best to just change the subject.

“I think I should get dressed for the day and we can find somewhere to have breakfast together? Catch up?”

“Sounds good to me.” He nods.

“…Alright.”

A beat, then two, then three, if you stand here staring at him, he’s just going to keep standing there staring back at you. You’d change in the bathroom but it’s small. So, you decide to break the silence.

“A?”

“What’s up?”

“I need to get changed.”

He’s still staring at you, nodding his head “I know.”

“Could you maybe… wait outside for me? The bathroom is small.”

A couple more beats and then it clicks for him “right! Sorry, I wasn’t trying to perv on you or anything!”

“I know, A, it’s okay,” you think for a second, it’s the middle of winter and it’s six in the morning, in other words, it’s cold, very cold “Uhm, actually, it’s cold outside and I have the heat on in here. I mean to say, it’s warm in here and if you maybe just turn around for a bit I can quickly change.”

You feel like a dickhead, but you also don’t think you’re being weird, actually, are you being weird. Are you over thinking this, like how Adrian over thought his visit here and ended up coming over insanely early in the morning.

“okely dokely.” He winks at you and spins around, hands covering his eyes.

He’s so goofy, You think to yourself, but you also trust he won’t perv on you, like he said.

You walk over to your suitcase and pick out some clean clothes, you turn around and keep your back to Adrian’s, quickly changing into the fresh clothes.

“Okay, I’m decent.”

Adrian spins back around, dazzling smile and all “you look great!”

“You’re being dramatic,” You playfully roll your eyes at him. You’re wearing a shirt and pants “I’ve gotta brush my teeth and hair, I’ll be ready in 5.”

He gives an approving sound as you walk into the bathroom.

☆

You both wandered around the streets near the motel and ended up at a local café. You chatted about mundane things, reminiscing on old times, fond memories of your brother.

“Do you remember the time you both got chased by a stray dog for like, 4 blocks or something?” you asked Adrian.

“Remember? How could I forget? We ended up running all the way back to your house, I still have a scar on my leg from a stray wire on the fence.”

“I do remember that scar! I ended up having to clean it for you and I also remember that you’re the most dramatic patient I have ever had.”

“Hey! It really hurt!” he sulks.

You give him a faux pitying look, pouting at him you say, “I know it did.”

To be fair, it was pretty gnarly, you had to be very careful when cleaning it but if memory serves right, you were shaking more than he was.

“Your brother and I were just trying to feed the local strays when that one got aggressive and ran at us, scared the shit out of us honestly.”

You laugh at that, of course that’s what they were doing, your brother had a soft spot for strays. He was always begging you to let him bring them home.

“I miss him a lot,” you say “it feels good to be able to talk to someone about him, someone who knew him.”

“I miss him a lot too, I try to visit his grave as often as I can.”

“I saw the flowers you left there; they looked like they had been pulled out of someone’s garden.” You smile knowingly at him.

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “I kind of… maybe… took them from some persons garden on my walk over. I forgot to buy some.”

You chuckle at him and his antics, you had suspected as much when you visited the grave yesterday.

“It’s nice that you took some, it was comforting to see that you were visiting him. I’ve been feeling guilty about it... not seeing him.”

“You know that he would understand though.”

“I know but I still feel bad.”

This conversation has taken a dark turn, you don’t want your visit back to Evergreen to be haunting. You came back to check on Adrian and his safety, not mope around and feel sorry for yourself.

Adrian looks like he’s about to say something more, but you cut him off, “Actually, how have you been? I heard Evergreen has its very own vigilante of sorts.”

“I’ve been good! I haven’t even run into him – or her! Could be a woman, definitely could be a woman!”

He is being so weird about this topic; you thought it was just his propensity for being a little odd but now you’re starting to get suspicious. Of what you aren’t entirely sure but there’s something going on here.

“…okayyy, well I’m glad you’ve been safe and haven’t run into them.”

You think it’s best to not rock the boat and push him too far on this, seeing him and catching up is really your only goal while back in town.

“Yeah, hah – uhm, how long are you planning on staying in town for?”

“For as long as I can afford it honestly, I didn’t have much of a plan coming back here but when money is out, I’ll be going back to Gotham.”

He frowns, “What’s waiting for you in Gotham? I mean, why go back?”

“I’m a fresh veterinary graduate and there’s a job that’s been promised to me.”

He’s pouting now, he’s being subtle about it but, yep, he’s definitely pouting. Cute.

He gets a serious look on his face, “You know, you could always stay with me, if you want more time to consider your options.”

His offer makes your heart flutter again, the effect he has on you is criminal and as much as you would love to accept his offer, getting too involved before you know exactly what you’re doing with yourself could end up hurting you both.

“That’s really nice of you A, but I don’t know if that’s a great idea, I’m feeling a little lost at the moment and we haven’t seen each other in years. I could be crazy now.”

You’re not sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself that staying with him is a bad idea. Although you wouldn’t burn through cash as quickly if you stayed with him.

“Come on! We both know you’ve always been crazy.” He cracks a smile and you do too.

“I’ll think about it A, but seriously, no promises.” You mean it too; you seriously will consider his offer.

He nods his head excitedly, “Of course, just think about it, no pressure or anything!”

You smile politely back at him, you feel awkward and comfortable at the same time, Adrian was right, human nature is weird.

You both finish up breakfast and head back out the café for the walk back to the motel.

“Thanks for breakfast, A.”

Adrian insisted on paying even after you insisted he didn’t but he told you he was paying you back for showing up at your motel room before dawn barely cracked.

“You’re more than welcome, I’d buy you breakfast for the rest of your life if you asked me to.”

You chuckle a bit but that damned blush he pulls from under your skin comes back, stupid crush you think. You decide to be cheeky in return.

“Alright, this is me asking you to buy me breakfast for the rest of my life.”

“Okey dokey.” He smiles bright at you, no complaints on his end.

“I was joking Adrian; you do not have to buy my breakfast for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, alright… I would have though, just so you know.”

“I believe you” and you do.

You both walk in a comfortable silence the rest of the way back to the motel. When you arrive back at your door he says, “I’m glad we got to catch up today and I’d like to maybe get a couple of drinks together tomorrow night?”

He pauses, “Wait you can legally drink right?”

You smack him on the arm lightly, “Of course I can legally drink, I’m not a child!”

He grins at you, a sign that he knows and was just trying to get under your skin.

“I know, I just wanted to make you blush again.”

Fucker.

It works, you’re blushing again, curse this man. Before you can open your mouth, he opens his again, “I think I’ve already said this but you’re cute when you blush.”

“You have already said that today.”

“I have a feeling I’m going to keep saying it.”

“And I’m going to keep cursing you inside my head every time you do.”

“Worth it.”

Again, fucker.

He looks at you, classic goofy smile on his face, “I have to go but I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

You feel the urge to hug him goodbye, “I will see you tomorrow night,”

You step forward and hug him goodbye, he reciprocates and wraps his arms around you. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “Have a good day, petal.”

An involuntary shiver runs down your back at his breath in your ear, pulling back you both say your final goodbyes and part ways.

You’re blushing something fierce.

☆

You fill the middle half of your day by visiting your brothers grave and cleaning it before leaving some fresh flowers at the grave, you sit there for a while talking to him but mostly thinking about life. Thinking about your morning and Adrian, thinking about your morning with Adrian and you find yourself seriously considering staying with him. Something you think you should tackle at a later date.

The rest of your day is spent in your motel room looking at job listings in Evergreen, you’re not convinced you’ll stay, it’s more like morbid curiosity but scrolling the job listings has your eyes drooping and you end up dozing off.

When you wake up it’s late evening, you slept through the whole afternoon and most of the evening. Well, shit, that’s a waste of an afternoon but you’re choosing to blame Adrian for waking you up too early.

Your stomach is yelling at you, so you decide to venture outside the motel room to find a place to get some takeaway. Walking the streets of Evergreen at night has always made you uneasy but even more so now, with that masked maniac running around things feel a bit scarier.

It’s not like you’re a stranger to masked vigilantes running around the city you live in, but you’ve always been sure of their motives. This person makes you feel unsure of your safety and you’re not sure what would happen to you if you were to run into them.

Which is why bumping into them on your way back to your motel room makes you freeze with uncertainty.

Thud

The sound of the bag of food you were holding hitting the pavement, yeah, the bumping into them wasn’t a metaphor. You somehow find yourself literally colliding with the aforementioned vigilante.

It’s your fault really, you weren’t looking where you were going, too busy looking at your phone to notice the figure in front of you.

That uncertainty from earlier washes over you, should you run? Are you going to have to fight? Will they ignore you?

“What the fuck?”

The voice of a man, Adrian was wrong, you can tell now that you’re up close to him, he’s definitely a man – a well-toned one at that – he turns around to face you. Your eyes are wide, trying to process what is happening in front of you.

“Ah, I – uhm, I’m really sorry! I didn’t see you there.” You manage to spit out, you fumble a bit. You’re trying to be strong without seeming impolite but it’s just coming across as scared. Which you definitely are.

“Oh!” he says before he drops the pitch of his voice, “Oh, that’s okay, it’s the mostly black thing, trying to blend into the night.”

“Right! Uhm, well it’s working,” you give an awkward thumbs up and a crooked smile.

He holds both his hands up in a placating manner, “I’m not going to hurt you, I only hurt criminals.”

Kill, he means he only kills criminals.

He’s trying to calm you down; you can see that. You genuinely don’t feel any malice coming from him but you’re still a little uneasy, you can’t help it.

He bends down to pick up your bag of food and hands it to you, “late night snack?”

“I… slept late and only just woke up, I mean, I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“You know, it’s really not safe around here this late at night.”

“I know – but I was hungry.”

He pauses for a second and cocks his head to the side, “Would it be okay if I walked you home?”

You ponder it for a moment, you feel like the responsible thing to say is no.

“You’re not going to kill me?”

He shakes his head, “never.”

For some reason, you trust him and say, “okay.”

☆

Dun dun dun, to be continued.

As you can tell, the formatting of this series has changed, I almost feel compelled to go back and change the last chapters formatting but I am lazy and feel like it should stay how it is. Humble beginnings and all (nvm, I went back and changed it haha). Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed and continue to follow along, I'll try to update more consistently if people keep reading :)

Part Three