#peacemaker fluff

[ichorai]

dinner & diatribes ; adrian chase. (m)

track eleven of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; adrian chase x gn!reader

synopsis ; the two of you only brought the worst out of each other, but you just couldn’t stay away.

words ; 1.8k

themes ; comedy, mild smut (?)

warnings / includes ; arguing, lots of swearing, they fuck against a desk but it's not too graphic and pretty glossed over, reader punches adrian and breaks his nose, chris is the embodiment of e_e

main masterlist.

“I had him!” you snarled, striding up to Adrian until the two of you were practically nose-to-nose. He had ripped his mask off earlier, seeing no point in keeping it on when everybody on the team was already very well aware of his not-so-secret secret identity. “He was the only shot we had at getting information and you just fucking—Argh! You ruined everything, you dumb fucking piece of motherfucking—!”

Raising his hands in a condescendingly placating manner, Adrian retorted, “Woah! Watch it, potty mouth!”

Frustration crawled through your skin and wove beneath your muscles, nestling within your bones. “God, I hate you. This was my mission. You had no right interfering—!”

“Well, excuse me, first of all, this was our mission. Second, I’m sorry for saving your ass!” he interrupted. “If it hadn’t been for me, you would be out there, bleeding out of multiple gunshot wounds, thinking to yourself, ‘Oh, I wish Vigilante was here to come rescue me! He’s so handsome and I wish I could have sex with him just one more time and tell him how sorry I am for being a dick and ignoring him and pretending like it had never fucking happened!’”

You clenched your jaw, eye twitching. Sure, the two of you had slept together once—it was the heat of the moment and the adrenaline after a bloody fight, really—sodden clothes were hastily torn away or pulled to the side, bleeding lips were roughly slanted against each other, and he had fucked you on top of Chris’ messy desk with wild abandon. So fucking what?

“I was more than capable of handling the situation on my own.”

“Oh, were you, really?” Adrian rolled his eyes. “Don’t kid yourself. Honestly, sometimes it feels like you wouldn’t even care if you died—!”

With a growl rumbling within your throat, you wound your arm back, clenched your hand into a tight fist, and struck Adrian squarely in the face. A bilious crack echoed throughout the dingy room. He reared backwards, clutching his most-likely broken nose, groaning loudly. 

You were well aware of the fact that the rest of the team was awkwardly watching the two of you hash it out. Tentative, Adebayo started saying, “Guys, I think we—”

“No!” you cut her off. “Fuck you, Adrian.”

With that, you stormed out of the room, ripping off the rest of your tactical gear along the way and cold fury wrapping its dark hands around your neck. 

“Fuck,” Adrian said, all stuffy from his bleeding nose. “That made me so hard.”

Chris smacked him on the back of his head, which made him squawk with pain.

“I don’t know, man,” said Chris, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on scribbling a dove of peace on another one of his weapons that Harcourt hadn’t bothered emblazing, despite his repeated insistence. “Maybe you should apologize to Y/N. They seemed really pissed.”

Blowing a raspberry, Adrian waved his most best friend’s advice away. “Pfft—no, if anything, they should be the one apologizing to me. Did you see how my nose was all bloody and crooked?”

Chris momentarily turned his attention away from the crude drawing of the dove of peace (which, unsurprisingly, looked like a ghost), and scowled at the spectacled, borderline psychotic man-child across from him. “Jeez, stop overreacting. Harcourt set your nose back right after, don’t be such a baby.”

“But it hurt!” Adrian whined. “You know that a person’s sense of smell is probably, like, the most important sense out of all the senses?”

“I don’t think that’s true.” 

“Uh huh—scented candle businesses would go bankrupt if none of us could smell!”

Narrowing his eyes, Chris replied, “Yeah, but how the fuck would that make it the most important—ugh, you know what? Just go apologize to them. We have another mission tomorrow morning and I don’t want their panties in a twist because of you.”

Adrian chortled. “Heh, wouldn’t be the first time I twisted their pa—” At Chris’ sharp glare, he immediately cut himself short. “Fine! I’ll go, I’ll go. If I die, please play an episode of Friends at my funeral—specifically the episode where they hire Danny Devito as a stripper. I really liked that episode. I liked it a lot. You got that?”

“Yeah, Danny Devito, stripper, funeral, got it!” retorted Chris, clearly not listening anymore as he waved Adrian away.

Squaring his shoulders, Adrian marched away from his trusted friend and headed to the room down the hall, pushing the door open and peeking his head through. He saw you buried behind a pile of paperwork on your desk, muttering incoherently beneath your breath. 

When you noticed him come in, he pursed his lips and waved awkwardly, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey,” he called out from the other side of the room, a bit too loudly. You winced at his volume, and he moved closer before parroting himself, this time much quieter. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” came your tentative, stiff reply. “What do you want?”

The man in front of your desk cleared his throat, rocking himself back onto his heels as he swung his arms awkwardly. “I, uh, just wanted to apologize.”

“Oh, yeah?” You crossed your arms, cocking one of your eyebrows expectantly. “Go on, then.”

“I’m…” Adrian doubled over groaning, stomping his feet like a petulant child, before righting himself and huffing in an overexaggerated manner. “Ugh, I hate this. Fuck—I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said those things to you. It was unprofessional.”

Humming, the beginnings of a smirk began to play with the corner of your lips. “Great, thanks. You can go now.”

Adrian stayed rooted to the spot, staring at you blankly. 

“What?” you asked him.

He scowled, gesturing to his slightly-crooked nose.

Rolling your eyes to the ceiling, you sighed. “Fine. I’m sorry for punching you. Happy?”

“Yeah, pfft, whatever—doesn’t even hurt,” he bluffed, leaning his weight onto your desk in an effort to appear nonchalant. 

You scoffed. “With how you were groaning, you made it sound like I nearly killed you.”

“You’ve got a strong punch, okay?” he heatedly rebutted, before haughtily sticking his sore chin up in the air. After another second of tense silence, he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his fucked-up nose. He coughed into his fist, before muttering, “Honestly, though… it was really fucking hot.”

The dull wooden edge of your desk dug into your lower back as Adrian leaned over you, mouth rough on yours, glasses knocked askew amidst his vigor. One of his hands were buried in your roots at the back of your head, anchoring you close to him, and the other pinned your thighs apart so he could slot between them. Your hands were tightly curled up in the gap between his sweltering skin and his suit’s dark armor, yanking him to bridge the gap between you. His nose brushed your cheekbone every time he surged forward to kiss you—and it sent a mild jolt of pain spidering down his spine, but he didn’t seem to mind it too much, rather preoccupied with other sensations.

Clothes were hastily pulled to the side, sweat beaded both of your foreheads, and strained gasps fell through your lips as he began to move against you.

Neither punching Adrian nor fucking him afterwards were on your agenda for today, but you certainly weren’t complaining. And judging by how loudly he was moaning into the brutal kiss, he wasn’t going to complain, either.

With one final roll of his hips into yours, he bucked forward with a strangled, choking noise as his climax washed over him just when you were pushed off the edge as well, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“God, you’re loud,” you panted, snaking your hands to his hair to gently pull him away from the crevice of your neck. 

He stared at you with full-blown pupils, delighting in the fact that you were quivering against him ever so slightly. “And you’re so fucking hot.”

“Alright, buddy, we’re done here,” you said, patting his chest, before pushing away and straightening out your wrinkled clothes. “This is the last time this is ever happening, by the way.”

Adrian scoffed, righting his glasses up his nose. “Uh huh, yeah right. Admit it, you just can’t resist me. I’m like the peanut butter to your jelly! The… the chocolate to your pizza!”

Nose wrinkling, you shook your head incredulously. “What? Who the fuck eats chocolate with pizza?”

“Uh, duh, I do,” he replied, as if it were obvious. “It’s amazing—you should really try it. I don’t know, maybe you could come over to my place one day and have some. Nothing beats the perfect ratio of greasy-crispy Hawaiian pizza and Nutella straight from the jar.”

Kiss-swollen lips parting, you leaned against your desk out of interest once again. Adrian was fidgeting with his hands awkwardly and began looking everywhere but you, like he hadn’t just fucked you silly literally a minute ago.

“Are you asking me out?”

“No!” he said. “Maybe.”

You regarded him with a strange look.

“Ugh, yes, fine, I’m asking you out. Well, technically in—I’m asking you into my house. Preferably into my bed—”

“Alright!” you interrupted, holding your hands out. “Fine. Only this one time. But just because you’ve come in me twice by now doesn’t mean you can go on falling in love with me, okay?”

Brightening, Adrian sidled closer to you, the green of his eyes glimmering beneath the flickering lights hanging over your desk. “Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem. If anything, you should watch out for falling in love with me. I’m quite the catch, you know?”

It was hard to suppress the growing grin forming over your lips. “You’ve got the Barbie Girl song as your ringtone.”

“Yeah, and? It’s a good song—super catchy. It’s practically a chick magnet,” he defended, beaming like an idiot. 

You rolled your eyes, patting his chest twice, before striding away from both him and your desk, off to go to the bathroom to clean up the sticky mess between your thighs. Adrian watched you go, before repeatedly punching the air with excitement and breaking out into a dance—not to music, but to the buzz of the office’s artificial lights, and the lethargic whir of the semi-broken air conditioner. 

 From outside, he could hear Chris greet you, and he momentarily paused in his little victory jig.

“Oh, hi, Y/N! Hah, your hair’s all messed up, why do you look like you just had your brains fucked—oh. Oh. God damn it, you guys better not have done it on my desk again!”

[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.

—

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.

——

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 🦇🖤

[moonpascaltoo]

ADRIAN CHASE / VIGILANTE

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all adrian chase stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

MASTERLIST • DC MASTERLIST • 06/24/24

@bingoboingobongo ✰ complex simplicity pt2 Adrian has to share a room with her, and he’s not sure how he feels about that.

@plzu ✰ large iced americano Adrian needs a pick-me-up before he can scout the night as Vigilante. The barista in the new coffee shop is someone he hasn't seen since high school.

@seancekitsch ✰ hot to go Rick knows he shouldn't shit where he eats. Rick knows Waller would demote him in a second if she knew he was letting you and your de facto guard dog have special privileges on this mission. Rick knows he shouldn't take you up on your offer to play a game. (rick x reader x adrian). ✰ can i ask you a question?

@lysenfeu ✰ it’s his birthday The 11th Street kids take Adrian out to celebrate for his birthday and try to set him up with the cute bartender. ✰ helluva drug A civilian gets caught in the crossfire as Vigilante busts a drug operation outside Evergreen and they both get exposed to a strange new substance.

@bippot ✰ slumber party Had Vigilante intended to find the missing Mayor's daughter? No, but he wasn't going to admit that. He'd completed the 11th Street Kids' mission entirely by himself and found himself caring for the kidnapped girl. ✰ masterlist

@vigilvntes ✰ vigilante hotline You text in to Vigilante's 'Vigilante Hotline' after a bad encounter at the club. ✰ masterlist

@whirlybirbs ✰ flavour of the week you patch adrian up. feelings come to a head. adebayo just hopes you two don’t fuck on her desk, y’know?

@training4theapocalypse ✰ never been kissed You're a PI who joins the 11th Street Kids after a chance meeting with John Economos on the dark web. Unfortunately for you, your ex-friend-with-benefits Vigilante is here too.

@tropes-and-tales ✰ 5+1 Five Times Vigilante Definitely Does Not Have Feelings (and the One Time He Does)

@golden-grapes ✰ bet on it You bet that there’s no way Adrian’s oral sex skills measure up to his boasting. He takes you up on it. (pt2&3 linked on first part)

@multifandomfanficss ✰ home is wherever you are After accidentally time traveling to the year 1994 you try to lay low until you’re rescued, so you don’t change the future. When an overworked newly divorced waitress asks you if you would like to nanny her kids and their friend in exchange for food and a place to sleep you wonder what’s the worst one family could do to effect the timeline. You never expected to find your boyfriend’s 3 year old self, his 12 year old brother, 13 year old Christopher Smith. ✰ fuck you Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.

@jeysbvck ✰ the bet You and Adrian make a bet during a drunk night out.

@nptnewr ✰ window repair Adrian Chase has a significant other…however, his friends don’t believe him? Except for when he gets hurt, calls you, and is dragged into your house via window! ✰ glasses Just three different scenarios about you and Adrian’s glasses 

@ichorai ✰ dinner and diatribes the two of you only brought the worst out of each other, but you just couldn’t stay away.

@starforgedthor ✰ when you become untouchable After earning yourself several life sentences and a one-way ticket to Belle Reve in your early 20s, you've spent the decade and a bit since then establishing yourself as a loyal and effective tool for Waller and her team.

@berrieluv ✰ you frustrate me incredible Adrian is used to talk a lot, and for his good luck, he found someone who can keep up with everything he has to say. He knew his girlfriend would never get tired of him, but sometimes he has to listen too, something he doesn't know how to do.

@zo3mess ✰ laundry girl Laundromat is usually empty so late at night except for Adrian, until it isn’t. But there is no reason for him to get nervous around his new laundry buddy, right?

@sandy-the-glader ✰ secrets Adrian is going through a box of your guy's old stuff and comes across your old assassin suit. He asks about you and your past with crime and he just has one question. Why?

@lunaticsandidiots ✰ fennel fields forever you’ve worked at the same restaurant as adrian chase for a long time. it turns out the both of you have been harbouring some pretty big secrets.

@theowritesstuff ✰ vigilantes hot You tell Adrian what you really think about Vigilante

@jangofctts ✰ hot venom pt2

@strangelure insult to injury

@violetrainbow412-blog ✰ friendship ✰ a horrible nightmare ✰ forks part 2 ✰ there's no wrong time to rock part 2

@honeycombstrawberry ✰ as long as you love me adrian goes out of his mind with jealousy, but it's his own fault nobody knows you're together in the first place. ✰ another ruse you and adrian hatch a scheme to steal food for the team, but things don’t go quite according to plan when adrian gets jealous regarding your choice of bait. ✰ answer the call when adrian gets home and you aren't there, he can't assume the worst, because if the worst has happened, then he thinks he might lose his fucking mind.

@strangelure ✰ no time for smart choices

@nghtwngs ✰ i was made for lovin��� you it’s hard to admit that you may like adrian a little more than you want to, but kissing him just comes so easy for you

[scarletttries]

Soft Adrian Chase/ Vigilante Headcanons (Peacemaker Request)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante (Peacemaker) x GN! Reader

Rating: Fluff

Author's Note: I'm not watching anything new and exciting at the minute, so I'm visiting some favourite characters for inspiration, and of course Adrian Chase is where I'd start :)

Soft Adrian Chase/ Vigilante Headcanons:

- This man is completely incapable of playing it cool. It doesn't matter if you meet him as Adrian or Vigilante, the minute his eyes met yours he would turn into a babbling mess, desperately trying to keep your attention, capture your favour, and best of all make you smile.

- It'd be hard to tell exactly how much of his behaviour was flirting and how much was just his sweet, if not a little intense, dedication to friendship. He would go out of his way to meet you after your classes or work, always 'just happening to be in the neighbourhood' and walking the same direction you are. When you ask if the flowers he's holding just happen to be for you, you can get to watch him squirm and falter as he pretends he was on his way to a funeral that got cancelled and so you 'can have them if you want?'

- Despite his obvious dedication and infatuation, you would have to be the one to ask Adrian on a real date, the thought of you feeling the same way he does is frankly too far outside the realm of possibility for him to consider until you confess your own feelings first. Which of course have developed through weeks of his being the sweetest and most attentive man you've ever had the pleasure of knowing.

- Dates with Adrian are pretty low key - lots of pizza and movies at home, walks in the park on sunny days, and running errands together that somehow become a lot more fun when there's someone beside you doing his best to make a joke out of everything. Gradually Adrian's apartment stops feeling like home to him unless you're there too, and one night he slips you a key laced on a BFF keychain that you know he treats like a sacred vow.

- You find Adrian's a surprisingly good listener to whatever's on your mind. He's spent a lot of his life feeling lonely and misunderstood, so any chance he can take to make you feel like someone is seeing the real you and accepting it 100% is a chance he feels privileged to take. Over time he opens up to you too, about his family and childhood and all the strange and winding paths that lead him to be Vigilante as well as Adrian Chase. You know there are some moral grey areas where Adrian has stepped further over the line that you would have liked, but somehow when he's staring up at you through his thick glasses, telling you every thought he has as they occur to him, you can't help but give him the benefit of the doubt - if he's such a bad guy, why is he such an angel to you.

- Adrian's favourite thing in the world is when you come meet him after his shifts at his day job, the euphoria of having someone waiting for him to be free never fading no matter how long you're together. He'll make a big show of pointing you out to all his doubtful colleagues, feeling proud and safe as he runs out the door and over to you, scoping you up in his arms and telling you every day just how much he missed you.

- Adrian's place is pretty basic when you first start visiting - he's got all the necessary furniture but no soft or personal touches that make the place his own. One day you decide to gift him a soft teal blanket that inexplicably makes you think of him. Another time you buy him a couple of extra mugs so your morning coffees can match. Slowly Adrian watches his house become a home, begging you to spend a Friday night scouring the local thrift stores with him for more little pieces, hoping that the more you help him decorate, the less time you'll want to spend away from his apartment in the first place.

- Vigilante keeps some strange hours, and can't always keep in touch as much as he'd like to when he's out on patrol. The two of you would come up with your own code to keep close though; a special knock that only the two of you know for when either of you get home, Adrian sending a merman emoji every two hours without fail to let you know he's still safe, and always getting home before you wake up in the morning so you never have to wake up in an empty bed without him.

- The little life that you and Adrian build together would feel like a safe harbour in the stormy waters of his fight against crime and isolation, your company the softest and cosiest presence he never imagined he'd be able to find, or feel deserving of.

[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.

[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.”

[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.

[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 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[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

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year…{1}

{This wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Chris Smith had been all set to leave his trailer and head out into the night for his date, but when Adrian Chase comes knocking at the door there is always trouble.

Bored with patrolling around Evergreen Adrian knew exactly where to go, hang out with his bff at his place only things don’t go to plan, and next thing he knows he’s offering to decorate Peacemakers trailer for the holiday season but there is a small catch attached.

There were bad ideas and then there was this one stupidly agreeing to go out with a work friend, leaving you zoning out of the conversation because instead you were thinking of someone else the whole time, but then a chance falls into your lap to win back the night only it’s hanging out with the very last person you wanted to see right now.}

Part one begins under the cut

“Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.”

Snorting to himself when he hears his phone chime, Christopher Smith grabs said item from beside him on the couch, whilst currently only half watching the TV because he was too busy pregaming before heading out for the night.

Off later to meet a hot blonde at one of the many local bars around here in Evergreen, with the woman in question causing a wicked grin to appear on his face, the message she had just sent him was very telling of how things were going to go down and this pleased him greatly.

Sure Chris had obvious commitments but even someone like Peacemaker needed a break, some time to just kick back and have fun, oh and he definitely was going to be getting laid tonight it was absolutely in the bag.

Finishing off his beer in one long gulp, Chris contemplates the season and that one holiday he was learning to enjoy again, courtesy of his team mates in the task force the family that he definitely hadn’t asked for.

…but were in fact a huge step up from the one that he had been born into instead.

Although there was no way that he was ever gonna wear a freaking Christmas sweater, especially the kind of ones that goofball Adrian sourced, which somehow actually pleased Harcourt but Chris didn’t need that kind of motivation he was playing the long game with his teammate.

Besides Chris had another blonde to amuse himself with tonight anyway, wearing his finest band tee shirt that showed off all the muscles he kept in check, whilst several rubbers quietly occupied his pants pocket because he was always protecting himself and others around him.

Everything was set and he was already sensing that tonight was gonna be fucking awesome, even if someone did call him with an emergency he would just put it to voice message, because it was very important that he got some self care and receiving head was pretty high up on that list.

With a smirk on his face Chris stands up from the couch, heading towards the fridge for another beer or two, might as well continue with the good mood he was encountering because absolutely nothing could mess it up right now…

Seeing zero civilians in the surrounding area Vigilante rushes across the path, head down he stealthily crosses over onto the grass, his final destination was up ahead despite being told never to turn up there unannounced again here he was.

Standing outside of his bff’s trailer which still had lights on thankfully, yet there was a severe lack of any Christmas cheer but Vigilante knew exactly how to change all of that, even though Harcourt his boss currently assumed that he was actually patrolling right now.

With his well known flourish Vigilante performs the secret knock, the one that he knew Chris would instantly know because what were best friends for, too busy to hang out with for the rest of the evening…yeah right that wasn’t going to happen.

Hearing noise from inside of the trailer causes Vigilante only to knock louder, he will be heard he decides to himself all the while quickly readjusting his red Santa hat, deciding that he looked festive as fuck and that was all what mattered right this second.

To say that Vigilante was excited for Christmas was an understatement, seeing how he would be spending time between both his parents, so naturally double the presents because he was still a child of divorce and they both always liked to put out on the gifting front.

Of course it wouldn’t actually be Vigilante attending said holiday gatherings, but he would be there in spirit because Adrian was apparently the “childish idiot”, but according to local news however Vigilante was likened to somewhere between a monster and a psychopath.

Hitting his hand palm flat on the front door Adrian smacks it as hard as he can, now wasn’t the time to be thinking about his family or what was left of it, he was here to see Chris and help him get into the festive spirit because clearly he was hopeless.

Taking a deep calming breath then slowly finishing off his latest beer, Chris gives Eagly his pet eagle and true best friend a look whilst debating whether to even open the door, because no one should be here especially not the bane of his life that was Adrian Chase.

When he hears his phone start ringing Chris curses but then finally bites the bullet, no way would he be inviting the guy in through his door because if he did Adrian would never leave, plus after the last time that he was left here alone it wasn’t going to happen again not a chance.

Unlocking the door has Chris rearranging his features until they fall back into their current position, causing the fully suited Vigilante in front of him to take a cautious step back, good he looked as pissed as he felt right now so this was gonna be very easy.

“What are you doing here Adrian, and what’s with the hat?” Chris asks with a snort folding his thick arms in front of his wide chest, waiting for the lies to fall out of his team mates mouth.

“First off it’s the most wonderful time of the year so that’s why I’m wearing this hat, and secondly I got bored patrolling so here I am ready to hangout.” Adrian expresses all of this with his gloved hands and annoying voice.

“I’m busy-“

“Can’t I just stay for a little while?” Adrian cuts off Chris in a pouty voice, whilst somehow simultaneously sneaking past him into the trailer.

“After what happened the last time!” Chris retorts back, slamming his front door in glaringly obvious annoyance, the kind that is somehow wasted on Adrian.

“The fire was put out eventually-“

“I had told you not to use my damn microwave but that doesn’t even matter right now so just get out!” Chris demands in a firm voice but even this doesn’t get a response from Adrian, who was too busy glancing around and shaking his head from side to side.

“I wanted popcorn for the movie but dude the more important question right now, is where the hell are all of your decorations?” Questions Adrian taking off his hat and mask, to reveal a red and confused face, then quickly placing his signature glasses back on so he could see again.

“Under my bed and in the bathroom because storage is shitty in this place, but look I will get around to eventually-“

“Hey, I can totally decorate for you!” Adrian announces with a boyish grin on his face as he adds “Lets drink some beers together and then I could totally have this place looking like christmas vomited all over it.”

“No way-“

“Oh please dude!” Adrian begs pulling a face that makes Chris roll his eyes but then nod resignedly, because even if he did leave his trailer the guy in front of him, would somehow try to break back in which wasn’t something he needed right now.

“I’m not leaving you here alone though.” Chris declares hurriedly, whilst leaning against the tiny kitchen counter, wondering who the hell he could get round here to watch Adrian.

The guy who was currently trying and failing to remove his thick padded gloves, still wearing his uniform the one for his full time job where people recognised him from the TV, Vigilante the freak show that even the cops had given up on…but not Chris it seemed.

“What’s the worse that could happen if you leave me here alone?” Adrian announces in a goofy voice, whilst crashing onto Chris’ couch like he practically lived here, which was sort of true.

“Fuck this! I’m calling Harcourt-“

“No way!” Shouts Adrian standing up again quickly from the couch, almost dropping his newly removed gloves in the process but he chucks them behind him instead.

“Well okay then if not Harcourt.” Begins Chris with a playful grin and a vague plan as he adds “ I know exactly who I should be calling right now.”

“Or better yet just cancel this supposed date and hang out with yours truly.” Adrian nods like it was the only answer, but the thought only causes Chris to grind his teeth together in annoyance.

“How did you know-“

“I overheard Harcourt talking to Adebayo about it earlier.” Adrian shrugs as if this was sufficient enough information about office gossip.

“Harcourt was talking about me?” Chris questions with a smile on his face, despite the situation he currently found himself in.

“Nothing positive was said I’m afraid dude-“

“Harcourt could only ever dream of hooking up with me!” Chris announces in both an angry and desperate voice, that even he can hear sounded pretty pathetic.

“This is why I would never ever get involved with someone I work with!” Adrian announces placing his hands behind his head, like he had just solved all of the world’s problems single handedly.

“You are so full of bullshit!” Laughs Chris whilst causing his friend’s face to slip as he asks indulgently “So there isn’t a certain nurse who you would wanna hook up with in the vigilante-mobile?”

“That was just a passing out loud thought-“

“Well it kind of sounded like you had thought about it a lot and also very vigorously as well I bet!” Snorts Chris whilst performing the action for jerking off, at the same time that a chuckle escapes from his lips.

“Don’t bring up the nurse right now!” Adrian deflects as he explains “When in fact it’s you who actually has someone from work you want to pound-“

“I wouldn’t let Harcourt hear you talking about her like that.” Chris shrugs definitely wishing that he hadn’t answered the door earlier, he could’ve had another beer by now instead of all this bullshit.

“You’ve still got it so bad dude-“

“Fuck you I’m going out!” Chris demands angrily but then states “ Only I have to make a call real quick so just stay here.”

“That’s exactly what I want to do bro!” Adrian chuckles to himself, quickly picking up one of the unopened beers off the messy coffee table, whilst Chris heads off in search of his phone yet again.

Staring off into the distance you briefly wonder what it was you had done in a past life to even deserve this? To paraphrase you currently wished that you were somewhere other than here, absolutely anywhere else to be honest than in this exact predicament right now.

Hearing a male voice clear his throat you look away from the very busy bar, to see your work friend Jason watching you with steely brown eyes, almost as if he knew that you weren’t interested at all which was true you definitely wasn’t.

There was no time in your life for dating right now even this was eating into your alone time, which was usually spent Netflix and chilling all by yourself which suited you perfectly, work was always busy and that was only what you really cared about…which wasn’t exactly true.

Because of course there was something or should you say someone, who occupied way too many of your thoughts despite the fact that the guy literally drove you crazy, unless he was in need of help seeing how you were somehow programmed to only serve him.

Besides it was in your actual job description being a nurse and all, but that should’ve been the last thing on your mind, considering how Jason had been talking to you whilst you had zoned out lost in your own thoughts.

Which meant that Jason had literally just got up and left the bar, leaving you sitting all alone here thinking about a certain masked menace, the one who you were avoiding for many reasons which would remain undisclosed.

Shaking your head you scold yourself for these thoughts yet again overtaking your mind, like you wasn’t even at work and still he was there fucking up your life the guy who annoyed you in real life, but often thought about when you hit that sweet spot with your teal coloured vibrator.

Trying to stay on track you quickly finish off your glass of wine, then grabbing your phone off the bar you almost drop it when you hear it start ringing, sneaking a glance at the screen you unattractively shout fuck in some random dudes face courtesy of who was calling you right now.

This was all kinds of unnecessary and absolutely not what you needed, here all alone at a bar in December with sparkly lights all around the place, and people looking like they were enjoying the festivities with very high spirits.

Sliding off the metal stool that you had been left disassociating on, you welcome yourself back on the ground feet first whilst debating the merits of answering the call, when perhaps you should’ve actually just gone after Jason instead and told him the truth.

That this set up had been doomed to fail anyway because you worked with Jason, at a hospital you frequented happy in the knowledge that this guy was just a friend, until he had asked you out for a drink and your teammate Adebayo had gushed about how it was the perfect set up which was just bullshit.

Luckily you hadn’t exactly dressed up for the occasion, wearing fitted grey jeans and a black sparkly tank top with thin straps, okay maybe you’d made some kind of effort but this had just been a practice run what for though you wasn’t exactly sure.

Seeing the call finally end you head outside the bar shrugging into your thick coat, deciding it was for the best that you hadn’t answered that call because your mind was noisy, courtesy of both alcohol and so many unanswered thoughts that were littering your brain like trash.

What if that chance back there with Jason was the best you were getting anytime soon, and you had blown it thanks to sure not exactly liking the guy that way, but you could grow to like him seeing how it would take your mind off Vigilante at least.

Because it wasn’t as if you were inundated with offers or guys swiping right, instead you usually got called a bitch a lot in the ER or were asked if you would put out in the nearest restroom, the guys in Evergreen where mostly all scum it appeared.

Yet you were hastened to add Vigilante to that depressing statement, when he had saved the task force and yourself many times whilst in return you stitched him up, and of course got to check out what he was actually hiding under that fitted black and teal suit.

How you eventually became part of the task force was a funny story actually, but ever since that fateful morning watching your ex get taken down by Peacemaker, quickly learning that the guy was in fact an alien and they did actually exist here on Earth.

Your ex had wanted to tell you something but when you had kept annoying him, the guy had gotten angry until a blur of red, white and blue interrupted the heated moment, a ruckus which had resulted in your ex being shot by Peacemaker and then the butterfly had appeared.

Dancing around your face a grey insect with large purple wings, getting closer and closer to you until a large gloved hand grabs the alien bug, practically squishing it in their hands as you recognise the person in the black and teal suit.

This was closely followed by one of the team needing medical assistance, something had hit John in the crossfire leaving him unable to move his left leg, so with your bag of supplies you had helped as best you could despite your head being in a ridiculous daze.

That was still the general consensus now when you had to either join the guys on a mission, or wait for them to come crawling back to HQ with needles, thread and sometimes shots of whisky at the ready, unless you were Vigilante who happened to just sleep off injuries like they were in fact just bad hangovers.

Yet you very much secretly enjoyed it when he needed your attention, just you and Adrian in a room together with him complaining all the while, but he was usually shirtless which sometimes made you forget to tell him to quit whining.

The thought makes a wide smile spread across your face, but then it quickly vanishes when you see that the same person is calling you once again, regrettably thanks to the alcohol you had consumed earlier you end up sliding your thumb right to take the incoming call.

“Fucking finally!” Snaps Chris as you sigh down the phone in response to his warm greeting.

“What’s happened-“

“Oh fuck it’s terrible!” Chris shouts causing you to stop in your tracks when he hurriedly adds “Something’s happened and we need your help now right now!”

“What’s happened?” You question rushing towards the nearest cab you could find, thinking of the worst scenario that could’ve befallen Peacemaker and the team.

“Just hurry up and get to my trailer!” Begins Chris but you then hear a deep laugh follow his panicked voice, which makes you quickly realise that this was some kind of shitty prank.

“Is this a joke?” You retort at the same time you hear Peacemaker laughing far louder than what was warranted, because for a second there you had worried about the team, seeing how death was almost always an impossible accident away.

“I can’t believe you fell for it y/n but I do need your help dealing with a certain masked idiot at my place.” Chris states when he finally stops laughing, which has you falling into the nearest cab, wary of what he was about to say next.

“Are you looking in the mirror again?” You deadpan then elaborate in case Chris didn’t get it “I’m saying that you’re the masked idiot.”

“Hilarious! But no I’m here with your favourite patient Vigilante and I need someone to babysit him-“

“I don’t need babysitting dude I’m in my late twenties!” Adrian shouts out in the background which you hear clearly, a smile appearing on your face in obvious betrayal.

“Why don’t you two just hang out talk about your latest conquests and braid each other’s hair?” You question innocently, but actually picturing the scenario in your head has you giggling out loud.

“Because I have a date tonight and Adrian won’t leave my trailer, I’m not leaving him here alone so you need to come round.” Chris states confidently which in turns makes you snort back at his current dilemma.

“Why do I have to come round though is Adrian hurt?” You ask flippantly but then clarify out loud “Wait, he isn’t actually hurt is he!”

“Would you get here quicker if I did actually hurt him?” Chris asks hurriedly as he then explains “I need to be out of here within the hour so hurry up!”

“I’m not coming round to your trailer!” You announce in a squeaky voice, even though you were almost half way there already, but Chris didn’t need to know that.

“Are you drunk?” Asks Chris with obvious glee whilst you proceed to snort and hiccup at the same time which doesn’t help your case an awful lot.

“I’ve had a couple of drinks but-“

“This is perfect.” Chris announces happily and before you can reply he actually hangs up the call, which makes you glare down at your screen feeling like an idiot.

What was happening here?

You were supposed to be avoiding Adrian, yet here you were actually parked outside of the trailer that he was currently residing in with Chris, who was quite clearly up to something as usual.

Taking your sweet time to pay the cab driver you had asked him to park behind the trailer, seeing how you needed a few moments to regroup and maybe sober up, that would be a great idea as well but pretty much impossible at this point.

So eventually you watch the cab leave as you wonder what was going to happen next, after the last time you had seen Adrian you were in no hurry to see him again with or without Chris in tow, because this felt like some kind of trap…what was Peacemaker really up to?

“Better put your mask back on because the nurse will be here in a few minutes to babysit you.” Chris announces to Adrian who pauses pressing the buttons on the TV remote, to glance back up at him with a horrified look on his face.

“What the fuck dude?!” Begins Adrian dropping the TV remote from his hand as he exclaims “Of all the people in this world why did you call the nurse for I don’t need her here!”

“Well I need someone here to keep you in check plus there has been this super weird energy between you two-“

“No there isn’t! Nothing happened.” Cuts in Adrian hurriedly but then instantly regrets it, when he spots the look on his team mates face.

“Dude, what did you do?” Chris asks with a tut knowing full well the kind of trouble, that Adrian somehow got himself into with members of the opposite sex.

“It wasn’t just me this time-“

Before Adrian can explain himself there is a short knock at the door, which makes Chris give his friend an amused glance, all the while Adrian looked like he was ready to throw himself out of the nearest window…interesting.

“This is gonna be so much fun!” Chris chuckles leaving Adrian to curse in his wake, as he heads over to the trailer door with a huge grin on his face.

“Can’t I come in?” You ask Chris after he opens the door, but then proceeds to lean against it smirking the whole time.

“Not yet I have a couple of questions for you to answer.” Chris explains with an amused look on his face.

“Just hurry up!” You snap bouncing from one foot to the other, seeing how the temperature had dropped again and you were freezing.

“So what is actually going on with you and Adrian then?” Chris shoots his first question straight from the hip, cocking it directly at you without even a hint of a warning.

“Did he tell you? Well believe me it was an accident my lips brushed against his-“

“Excuse me, what?!” Chris cuts in whilst laughing loudly, causing you to instinctively wrap your arms around yourself, for some added protection.

“Nothing, it was nothing and nothing is going on between us!” You nod back frantically wishing that you could press rewind, on this conversation hell the whole fucking day actually.

“It definitely sounds like a whole lot of nothing!” Quips Chris with a wink as he then steps aside, letting you walk into his trailer which you do seeking out warmth, but not thinking of what would happen next.

Watching in mild horror as Vigilante suddenly notices you then proceeds to launch himself behind the couch, ignoring the fact that you had actually seen him sans mask before, but he was currently trying to hide from you which wasn’t embarrassing at all.

Taking off your dark red coat you chuck it over an old bucket chair, clocking the confused look on Chris’ face as he reappears in the room, but then his baby blues glance down at your outfit causing you to roll your eyes.

“Looking good nurse.” Chris states with a wink which alerts Adrian who jumps up from behind the couch, hair messy and eyes wide as he finally looks in your direction.

“Oh, hey!” Adrian begins awkwardly like he had only just noticed you “What’s up?”

“Chris has asked me to come over here and watch you-“

“Watch me do what?” Adrian declares cutting you off whilst both of his eyebrows, were currently furrowed in some ridiculous thought.

“Not be an idiot-“

“See, you say an idiot but I say being productive!” Adrian states with a quick laugh as he launches himself back on the couch, only this time spreading his whole self across it so you have nowhere to sit.

“So, collecting scrap metal parts to shoot at with your masked friend here is being productive?” You retort with a small smirk, because this was usually how it was between you two.

“You’re just jealous that you can’t come along and shoot with us!” Adrian snorts then adds for clarification “Because you definitely can’t just turn up.”

“As lovely as that invite is I would have to decline seeing that in fact I have a life outside of work.” You retort back with a wide smirk.

“Did I actually interrupt something by calling you then?” Chris asks cutting off the imminent bickering that he knew was never far off, in fact it was the default setting between you two on most missions.

“Not exactly-“

“I don’t think I’ve ever not seen you in your nurses uniform it’s weird.” Adrian informs you which causes Chris, to slowly place a hand over his face clearly embarrassed.

“So, me in clothes is weird is it?” You retort back sarcastically, because this guy always got your heckles up, and managed to get under your skin within minutes.

“I’ve not seen you without any clothes on so I cannot say.” Adrian states whilst sliding his green eyes in your direction, unaware of how flirty he sounded, because on cue you could feel your cheeks already start heating up.

“Are you actually blushing?” Snorts Chris breaking the moment between them, causing you to look away from Adrian, to give Peacemaker a well timed glare which he obviously finds hilarious.

“That happens a lot then huh?” Adrian asks standing up to quickly lean forward, right into your personal space, which causes you to take a sudden step back.

“No it doesn’t.” You retort despite the glaringly obvious fact, that was clearly painted across your face.

“Whatever this is.” Begins Chris with a wave of his hand and a grin in place as he then adds “It’s adorable but I do need to go, so just amuse yourselves and don’t wait up for me.”

“This is nothing-“

“I’m so confused right now.” Adrian states cutting you off, as you glance around the living area of the trailer, still unsure as to why you were even here but here you were.

“I think you both need to talk-“

“Where are you off to anyway?” You ask Chris swiftly cutting off whatever he had been about to say.

“Like I said on the phone a hot date, just watch Adrian and if he injures himself somehow, then you’re here to help him.” Chris replies with a wink, which has you glancing at your feet instead of shooting back a retort.

“What could I actually hurt myself on?” Adrian questions out loud with a snort.

“Oh, you will always find a way dude.” Chris states smugly knowing the guy all too well, but it seemed he was in safe hands with you regardless.

“I’m offended-“

“I’m leaving, so don’t touch my alcohol and don’t destroy my trailer Adrian.” Chris cuts off his friend who nods his head, but this guy could never be trusted, he was truly a misfit.

“So how late can Adrian watch TV before I put him to bed?” You question with a laugh because this night was getting ridiculous.

“I can stay up as late as I want!” Adrian demands sulkily, like he had suddenly regressed back to being a ten year old.

“What you two get up to when I’m not here isn’t any of my business, unless you break something and then we will have some issues.” States Chris with a smirk battling against his lip as he tries not to laugh back.

“Now I’m offended.” You retort but then clock the worrying look appearing on Chris’ face.

“Yeah I can’t see you two getting up to anything interesting, always arguing at work I place my bet on you killing Adrian not long after I’ve left actually.” Chris laughs then with a final wave and check of his pants pocket, he leaves for his date with a heavy strut in his walk and his pet eagle in tow.

You shake your head watching Chris’ retreating back, whilst simultaneously wishing not for the first time tonight that you had just stayed at home, because leaving Adrian now wasn’t an option seeing how you knew how much trouble he could easily get himself into.

“Like you could ever kill me!” Jokes Adrian in a funny voice, then quickly followed by a wrinkle of his nose, that suddenly has your stomach feeling weird because he looked so damn cute.

“I think Chris was joking, but don’t underestimate my abilities-“

“Oh, I’ve seen your abilities.” Adrian informs you in a deep voice, which makes you quickly look back at his face, no acknowledgement or sign of how flirty he sounded yet again.

“So what are we doing-“

“Decorating the trailer to make it festive as fuck!” Adrian announces followed by a quick wink aimed in your direction.

“Yeah well how good are you at putting up Christmas decorations then?” You deflect unsure if you wanted to pursue that line of conversation, going by some visuals in your mind that you didn’t need right now.

“I’m amazing at decorating for Christmas, but it does depend on what things Chris has to display.” Adrian nods warming to his theme, as he continues talking about the virtues of lights and tinsel for the holiday season.

“Well you go and do that then.” You reply stepping past Adrian, to sit down on the saggy couch, whilst ignoring the look on your teammates face.

“I thought we could do it together?” Adrian questions in that puppy dog voice, the one that he knows works on Peacemaker but you would remain strong.

“I’m not moving from this couch.” You announce with a grin, quickly locating the TV remote by your left thigh.

“Why is everyone such a Scrooge?” Adrian questions out loud, but then walks out of the room in search of some decorations, you presume.

Finding a Christmas movie a quarter of the way through you drop the remote beside you, this was exactly what you needed right now, Christmas Vacation on in the background and Adrian out of your eye-line so you could regroup.

It was one thing being with Vigilante whilst the rest of the team were around the HQ, but whenever you were left alone with the guy, your resolve turned to shit and well you seemed to always humiliate yourself somehow.

The memory from recent events has you still closing your eyes, whilst tsunami sized waves of embarrassment rolled over you, like it had only happened five minutes ago and not almost a week since the work based incident.

Because a huge perk of your job was patching Adrian up, whenever he inadvertently hurt himself in some ridiculous way, you were there to fix him with memories of the guy sitting in front of you shirtless living rent free in your head.

I mean sure Adrian was handsome, kind of goofy at times and just so damn cute, he also had some issues but he was truly a sight to behold, leaving you usually with your tongue sticking out and a hand fanning your face.

Which was confusing as hell for you because on the one hand, the guy was annoying and super childish, but then he would innocently flirt and you could feel yourself melt for him each and every time.

You were damn sure that Adrian truly wasn’t aware of his behaviour around you, the other team members rarely even mentioning it now besides Chris, who was permanently in a mood to wind everyone up every second of every day regardless of time or situation.

Plus he had seen you rush out of the room you often used for triage and fixing up Adrian, with a heated expression on your face and a hand over your mouth, causing Chris to give you a double look as you rushed past him.

Because something had happened between you and Adrian not that he had even mentioned it since, and it wasn’t as if you were going to bring it up despite the fact that the memory of said moment still made your skin heat up, as if you were on fire which truly sucked…but it was all you could think about.

“Can you stop looking at me like that-“

“I’m not looking at you Adrian, I’m sewing you back together yet again.” You cut your teammate off quickly, eyes still focused on the task at hand.

“Yeah, but it’s the way your looking at my skin like you-“

“Wish that for one day you would go without hurting yourself or getting injured, well that’s actually my Christmas wish this year.” You deadpan glancing up at Adrian, whose green eyes meet yours with an inquisitive look.

“It’s not my fault I’m such a badass.” Adrian informs you with a smug smile, that has you grinning back despite yourself.

“That’s not what I would call you-“

“So, what would you call me then?” Adrian questions whilst simultaneously flinching, when you catch him with the needle in your hand.

“Sorry!” You cry looking down at your hands which were holding onto Adrian’s thigh, him sitting in front of you in just his boxers, and that obscene million dollar question left hanging in the air.

“You didn’t answer my question.” States Adrian in a deep voice, which makes you close your eyes and clench your thighs together, at the same time lost in the moment.

“Right now I would call you-“ You stop talking when you make the mistake of looking up, to see that Adrian was watching you with such an intensity, that he basically had you frozen in place.

What the fuck was happening here?

One minute you had been involved in your job, of course looking at Adrian’s thick thighs a bit too intently, but now you wanted nothing more than to…

“Look at me.” Adrian demands once again in that deep voice, the one that he wasn’t aware made you feel weak at the knees, which was fucking ridiculous.

Momentarily feeling bold you look back up at Adrian who was leaning back a little in his chair, wide shoulders framing his lean body which held smooth muscles, the kind that you had often wanted to bite well in your fantasies at least.

“What is even happening here-“

“I’m patching you up again.” You nod grabbing the large scissors to cut at the thread, hopefully signalling to Adrian that you had finished, and whatever this was could end quickly before things escalated.

“I’ve sat here so many times but right now things feel different between us-“

“Might be the drugs I gave you earlier talking there.” You deadpan causing Adrian’s eyes to bulge out of his head in obvious alarm.

“I’m joking!” You being with a laugh then quip that “I just gave you some painkillers they won’t induce this kind of sexual tension.”

“So, you feel it too then?” Adrian questions with an excited look on his face, as he tries to sit up higher in his metal seat.

“Again joking-“

“See, I don’t think you are.” Challenges Adrian with a grin as he leans closer to you, his face mere inches away from yours but you daren’t move a muscle.

“Why do you think that?” You ask in a soft voice causing Adrian to arch an eyebrow in your direction.

“I’ve noticed the way you look at me, we always argue over the most stupidest things so I think we need to figure this out.” Adrian nods as if what he has just said, made an ounce of sense because right that second you were definitely in denial.

“Stop arguing with me then-“

“Or what will you do?” Adrian cuts you off with a challenging laugh that for once doesn’t make you want to back down.

“I don’t have to do anything.” You begin with a wide smile and retort in place as you add “You want this so badly apparently, so why don’t you come and get it!”

“Are you actually offering then?” Questions Adrian with wide eyes, but then a smug grin appears across his handsome face.

“Adrian, fuck-“

Before you could finish that sentence your feel the forceful press of Adrian’s warm lips, pushed against your own which makes you let out a noise, a cross between a moan and a yelp that has you finally kissing him back.

Lips and tongues clash as you start to make out like teenagers, only with a little less saliva and more skill tasting Adrian as he consumes you with his mouth, like it was the only way for him to function being connected to you.

Seriously you could spend the rest of your life here in this moment and you wouldn’t be angry, of course that wasn’t a viable option but nothing else mattered than this moment right now, and the burn of your lips being manipulated by Adrian’s.

“Ow!” Adrian yelps suddenly causing you to leap back in your seat, his face creased up in pain.

“Did I hurt you?” You announce quickly then stand up in a panic, because that had just happened and you were mere seconds away from regretting it.

“I’m ok-“

“No, that shouldn’t have happened.” You state lamely despite your lips, hell your whole body telling you otherwise, but these thoughts were all too much so you instead decide to just escape.

“Wait-“

You hear Adrian call out but unable to look back you rush out of the room, feeling both ashamed and turned on which wasn’t a good look, especially when you almost collide with Peacemaker in your efforts of running away.

“Hey, what’s the rush?” Begins Chris with a laugh which falls flat when he notices the look on your face.

“I need some air!” You snap pushing past Chris to head left, so you could head outside and quite possibly throw up your lunch from earlier.

Sure it had only been a kiss but the way your body felt now, pushing open the HQ door with such force you worry it will smash, but instead you are left staring at it hoping to disappear because you were embarrassed.

How could you be so stupid? Nothing good could come from this, despite the fact that you actually liked Adrian, but could you deal with the teasing and bullshit from everyone else.

Not that you usually gave a shit what people thought, but you were protective of Adrian and what the others thought of him, their words were rarely kind but your heart was in the right place.

Eventually heading back you ignored the looks from both Adebayo and Harcourt, slowly walking back to the triage room to find it empty, neither Adrian or Peacemaker were nearby casing you to feel the urgent need to just avoid everyone.

That moment between you and Adrian had been fused with want, it had been pretty hot for him to make the first move, but now you were left wondering why you still cared so much…

“Fuck!” Shouts Adrian as a tall tower of magazines fall on top of him, looking in a small closet for Christmas lights but he’s found stacks of old porno’s instead.

Glancing down at his feet causes Adrian to quickly smirk to himself, as he goes to bend down and pick one up, but reminding himself that you were here he retracts his hand and continues searching for lights.

Yet knowing that you were only next door watching TV, Adrian still cannot believe his luck that you were here, despite what he had said earlier to Chris he was very happy to see you a little too happy if truth be told.

But he needed to play it cool like how he had seen Peacemaker act around woman before, so his main focus right now was to actually get some decorations up in this trailer, act like he didn’t care you were here with him when in fact the reality was a very different matter.

Sure he had said to Chris about not wanting to date at work, but the facts were very different to his words, because he definitely wanted you balanced on his lap already to hell with anything else even the dumb decorations.

Pleased with this plan Adrian turns round to look elsewhere, but his boot slips on one of the magazines sending him flying forward, holding out his hands to brace himself because he usually had reflexes like a cat.

“This is bullshit!” Cries Adrian as he grabs onto the kitchen counter, grateful that you hadn’t seen him do that because that would’ve sucked.

“What is going-“ You stop talking when you notice the magazines strewn on the floor, adult ones that clearly belonged to Peacemaker.

“I can explain! Those things fell on me I wasn’t looking at them I swear.” Adrian pleads placing both of his hands in front of his chest, making you look away from the busty redhead on one of the covers.

“I wouldn’t care even if you were but I’m sure Chris wouldn’t approve of you finding them.” You joke with a grin which Adrian mirrors, but with the added bonus of his cute dimples that makes your stomach flip.

“That’s why they were probably stashed in that little closet, I wonder what else he has in there?” Adrian questions but he notices you suddenly shaking your head in the negative.

“Let’s look for something more important-“

“You mean like the decorations?” Adrian questions with an annoyed sigh.

“No I mean beer and lots of it!” You demand with a grin adding “ The best way to spread lots of Christmas cheer is if we get into the spirit of things ourselves.”

“I know where Chris hides the vodka.”Adrian states with a smirk.

“Perfect!” You announce happily with a clap of your hands, that makes Adrian pause and stares at you funnily whilst you walk off back to the tv, avoiding those dirty magazines in the process.

[paperprinc3]

Headcannon that Chris was born the 4th July so never really got a birthday party (cause his dad didn't care) but his birthday's close enough to Adrian's that Adrian's mom would get Chris a little cake too and invite him over to celebrate with Adrian (cause no one else wanted to come to his birthday).

[sandy-the-glader]

I’m in love with this

Lazy day

Adrian Chase x Gender neutral reader

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Summary: Adrian finds something he didn't know he liked

Warnings: Biting/hickeys, Some pet names, Overall just fluff with some spice

Word count: 500+ (I swear ill make something longer soon)

A/n: Currently Re-watching peacemaker and this man needs some loving frfr he’s too sweet. I love writing for him. Also making this in first person for a change 

“What are you doing honey?” Adrian hummed. I had crawled into his lap and lazed my head onto the side of his neck. He was so comfy. Way more comfy than the couch. His arms came and held me closer.

It has been forever since we had a break or a day off. No criminals (peacemaker was handling them just fine) and a day off from Fennel Fields. It’s been relaxing. I can barley think of the last time Adrian has had a break besides for lunch. Even at night sometime you could barley call it a break. You both would toss and turn. Restless

He was so damn ambitious to stop criminals he wouldn’t come home until late night or early morning sometimes.

I tried to do as much as I could but I can’t be out 24/7 stopping everyone.

It’s good to see him calm. It puts me at ease. He even looked relaxed. His glasses were crooked on his face, He was wearing sweat pants, (Finally something other than jeans and his hero pants) and he was wearing his cozy little dad sweater that hugged his body. We were both in that state where we weren’t asleep but didn’t feel quite awake.

“Just getting comfy.” I mumbled. His attention turned from the T.V and onto me. He looked in awe as if he couldn’t have a better partner than the one sitting in his lap right this second.

I made eye contact with him and smiled. I kissed his soft lips. One hand cupped his cheek and the other twirled his curls. Oh his curls are amazing things. I felt him smile into the kiss. I could never get used to this. It almost felt better and better every time he kissed me.

I slowly moved my lips to his neck. Lightly kissing him and sucking small marks into his skin. His neck lulled back giving me more space to kiss him. His neck was so insanely attractive for who god knows what reason.

If god is real I wanna personally thank him for his neck and ask him what I did to deserve a man like him. He’s so sweet and just perfect.

One day I did hope we would settle down. Get married, maybe have kids (if he wanted of course) and maybe we could be like a superhero family. Though I’d never want to have that risk of loosing people so close.

Adrian let out small sighs and his eyes fluttered closed. His hands pressed softly against my back.

“Hon.” He said softly.

“Yes Adrian?” I looked at his dazed state.

“Your so pretty you know that?” Adrian made sure to compliment me everyday at every possible chance he got. My stomach bounced. I chuckled slightly and went back to his neck.

I started to slightly nip at his neck. Then I lightly sunk my teeth into him. Not to hurt him or anything of course just to leave little marks. I felt him laugh slightly mixed with a groan.

“What?” I looked back up at him.

“Did you just bite me?” He smiled.

“Maybe…” He glanced at me. Took in all my features. Every bit of them. He sighed .

“Well I can’t be mad because you have such a pretty face. Me being mad would be a crime itself.” He flipped me over so now he was leaning over me.

His head dipped down to my neck. I felt his nose poke at my neck.

“My turn.” he whispered Into my ear.

Tags: @wolvesandvampires @vigilanteh

[scarletttries]

Adrian Chase/ Vigilante Fluff Alphabet (Peacemaker)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/ Vigilante (Peacemaker) x GN!Reader

Rating: Pure Fluff

Word Count: 4.3k

Author's Note: Back to the boy that made me start writing again after years of stopping! 😍 I've been struggling to write while i've been busy with a new job and a bit of a cold, so I thought I'd go back to my best boy Vigilante for another alphabet post and just like that my heart was racing for him again 💕Enjoy and let me know if you have any Vigilante HCs requests 🥳

a -affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

The moment Adrian gets the green light to show affection to you, that's all he can think of. He is such a physical person, always finding a reason to place a hand on your back or waist in public, and pulling you into his arms and threatening to never let you go after you have to spend mere moments apart. Behind closed doors, Adrian is constantly showering your face and hands with kisses, and there's no way he can sleep without a long slow good night kiss. He's also all about the sickly sweet nicknames and praising you for everything you do for him, just so endlessly grateful that he gets to call you his.

b - beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do you think is beautiful about them?)

It sounds like a cliche, but honestly he thinks you have the most beautiful eyes. He's never been a big fan of eye contact, finding it challenging to maintain, and when he manages usually people are looking at him with such an unkind mix of pity, disgust and contempt that he'd rather they weren't looking at him at all. But when he locks eyes with you and sees kindness, and interest, and not a single ounce of judgement, he knows that he never wants to look away from your perfect face, not for a second. And when he gets to see your eyes crease in the corners when he makes you smile and laugh with his ridiculous behaviour, well he thinks you are somehow even more beautiful.

There's a lot to consider beautiful about Adrian, his muscles, his adorable hair, his little nerdy smile when you start to pay attention to him, honestly there's nothing about him you'd ever want to change.

c- cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Adrian likes to cuddle so much he wonders how he survived before you came into his life! The first time the two of you watch a movie together and you throw a blanket over you both, laying your legs over his lap and nuzzling against his chest, you could practically hear his heart hammering away in excitement, so happy to be there with you and so scared he would do something to ruin such a happy moment. Now that he's more comfortable about your relationship he's definitely the one to instigate, collapsing into bed with his arms wide open and whimpering until you land on his chest, his whole body encircling yours as he kisses the top of you and tells you're stuck there now.

d - dates (what are dates with them like? do they plan them out or are they spontaneous?)

Adrian is definitely more of the spontaneous type who'll turn up at your door unannounced with a bouquet of flowers or a crate of beer, and ask if you'll please go out with him tonight, and offer that's hard to refuse when he gives you those big pleading puppy dog eyes. Dates are a lot of fun, usually doing something a bit more silly and childish than the typical dinner and a movie. He'll take you to an arcade, or a bar with a mechanical bull and try and show off his skills for you, but sometimes the best dates are just nights at home with wine and takeout, where you realise that it's suddenly 3am and you've ended up in a blanket fort on the floor and decide to just spend the night there - you two would be happy just about anywhere as long as you're together.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

In the past Adrian hasn't exactly had a lot of dating experience, but if someone showed an interest in him and he didn't feel the same way, he'd be very blunt about it - not necessarily as sensitive as he should be, but making sure there is absolutely no room for misunderstanding.

f - fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Deep down (like way deep down before he meets you) Adrian is a real hopeless romantic. You've seen how much friendship means to him, and he knows being married is like having the closest of best friends, to love you forever, and who wants to be your friend for the rest of your life. He can't imagine anything more special than that, but he's also never had someone he felt like he could picture that kind of relationship with. Then of course you come into his life and fill it with kindness and laughter and warmth and suddenly he struggles to keep the l-word from falling of his lips every time you hold his hand, and he starts keeping a ring in his pocket for the moment he's at least 50% sure you might say yes.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite a violent streak and almost superhuman strength, Adrian would be so incredibly soft and gentle when it comes to you. He knows what it's like to have you feelings hurt again and again and he never wants to make you feel as awful as he does when he speaks to someone other than you. He'd make sure he never delivered his snark in your direction, and is quick to tell you how smart your ideas are, supporting you in whatever you want to do. Physically he'd try and be conscious of his strength too, holding your hand very softly, and giving only the nicest, gentlest touches to your face when the two of you kiss. Sometimes he'll get a little too excited though and lift you into the air, throwing you against a bed or pulling you into a hug that threatens to take your breath away.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do if? what are their hugs like?)

Adrian loves when you hug him so so much. The first time he feels you wrap your arms over his shoulders and pull him against your chest, a lump forms in his throat and he's not sure why, everything feeling so overwhelming as you tell him you're glad he came back from a mission safely. He'd think of nothing else for days, considering putting himself in increasingly dangerous situations just so you might have a reason to hug him. In the end he decides to just walk into your arms the next time he sees you, and surely enough you respond by giving him a firm squeeze and stroking his head as it rests on your shoulder. He'll always be asking for hugs now that you two are item, pulling you into his arms if he thinks it's been too long since you last gave him his fix.

i - injury (how would they act if they got hurt?)

At first when Adrian gets hurt around you, he plays it off as if he barely notices it, wanting to seem cool and tough and making sure you don't feel too worried about him. Even when he's bragging about how quickly he'll be healed up and back to normal, you still insist on cleaning up his cuts, and as you gently lift his chin with your finger and take such precious care delicately cleaning any wounds that haven't healed themselves yet, he'll kick himself for not letting you do this more often, being the focus of your attention, his favourite place to be. He'll quickly start acting like more and more of a baby when he gets hurt, insisting that you and only you patch him up, working up the nerve to ask you to kiss that little cut on his lip better.

When you get hurt, holy shit does this boy panic. He doesn't know how serious any pain is in someone who doesn't heal like him, so he constantly offers to drive you to the hospital, not calming down until you give him a little task to do instead so he can feel helpful.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

Despite being such an objectively incredibly gifted person physically, Adrian has had a tough time making people like him in his life, which leaves him feeling pretty insecure about himself. So when he sees someone he thinks is a lot more 'normal' than him talking to you, he can't help but feel distraught that they can offer you a better life than he ever could. He thinks he is the luckiest person in the world for having landed someone as perfect as you, so it makes sense that his luck would run out at some point, forcing himself to at least slink over and find out a bit more about the person that's come to take you away from him. When you feel him approach, looking a bit sorry for himself, you make sure to tug his arm around your waist and introduce him as your boyfriend with the proudest smile you can, watching as his eyes brighten at the sound of your voice and a matching smile grows on his cheeks as he plants a huge kiss on yours.

Thankfully Adrian is probably too oblivious for anyone else to flirt with him, so you'll only experience jealousy when he talks devotedly about Peacemaker.

k- kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh my god, the first time you kiss Adrian, the vigilante has never been more caught off guard in his life. It doesn't matter how much flirting you've done, how many times your loving gaze has flicked between his eyes and his lips, the moment you press a soft, sweet peck to his little pouting lips, his brain is completely shutting down. Even the slightest kiss is so special to him that he thinks it's more likely you did it by accident than you actually want him to kiss you too. It will take you explicitly explaining that you have feelings for him and that you want to kiss him before he feels able to kiss you too, and by then he's smiling so widely he needs ten minutes to calm down before he even can.

Once you pass the newfound territory of little pecks whenever he sees you, moving to more intimate, open-mouthed, fingertips trailing through hair, full-bodied kissing behind closed doors, Adrian is like a man possessed. His usually very active mouth is finally quiet long enough to capture yours, pulling you into his lap where he can feel your full weight lean against him, a hungry marathon of sloppy kisses capturing your lips, moaning against you in overwhelming excitement. You can try and move your lips to his neck and mark him as your own, but as much as he loves the feelings of you bruising his skin, he finds himself whimpering until he can taste your sweet kiss again.

l - love language (what is their love language?)

Adrian likes to show and receive love through touch, the way he constantly keeps a hand on you as a reminder he's nearby and watching your back is his way of showing love all day. And when you lean in for a kiss and place your hand on his thigh, his heart feels like it's being wrapped in a soft woolen blanket, letting him know how much you truly care for him.

He loves to do little acts of service for you as well, like tidying things up around you if you've cooked him dinner, or picking something up on his way over to you because you mentioned being low of it last time he visited - he feels so at home with you, that he wants you to feel like your home is better for him being a part of it.

As well as the undeniable thrill he gets from the way you touch him, he's also a real sucker for words of affirmation. He's rarely been on the receiving end of kind words, and the important people in his life often seem embarrassed to acknowledge him and admit to knowing him, so when you unashamedly say you love him in front of the whole team, or call him your boyfriend when you pick him up from his day job, or tell him that something he's done is good and helpful, he feels over the moon and loved to his core.

m - mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Adrian feels like the kind of guy who is constantly a ball of pure energy. He wakes up fully alert and stacked to the brim with enthusiasm when he opens his eyes and has woken up next to his favourite person in the whole world. He wants so desperately to be considerate and let you rest, but he can't stop himself from practically vibrating with glee at the mere sight of you. He'll leave it as long as he can take it before he gently traces a finger over your skin, his heart fluttering from the tiny bit of contact before finally your eyes flutter open to the biggest smile you've ever seen. Once you're awake be prepared to get tackled into a huge hug, his mouth suddenly racing at a thousand words a minute telling you how much he missed you while he was asleep and how pretty you are in the morning and how even your snoring is cute. He could happily stay in bed with you forever, so you'll have to be the one to drag him out of bed and into the kitchen for breakfast, where he'll continue clinging to you for dear life.

n - nights (how are nights spent with them?)

Adrian's always been a night owl, given so much of his patrols and missions take place at night. He much prefers the nights he spends with you though, trying to find a few hours of peace in an otherwise chaotic life. He likes that it's time that the two of you usually get to spend alone together, curled up in each other's arms with no plans you don't want and nowhere else you need to be except together. When you two crawl into bed, he loves to lay in the dark and just look at your features in the dimmest of moonlight, telling you his silliest thoughts, and some of the deep ones he feels too vulnerable to say with the lights on, never letting you fall asleep without a reminder of how much you mean to him and how much happier his life is with you in it.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Adrian has absolutely no filter when it comes to talking about his life, telling you everything you want to know, and a bunch of stuff you didn't even ask long before the two of you have even been on a date. In his mind, you're one of the first people that's ever seemed genuinely interested in him, and he wants to make the most of that before he inevitably reveals something about himself that will scare you off like he does with everyone else. The one thing he'd struggle to come out and tell you initially is just how much you mean to him. The feelings are so new and scary that he's sure there's no way you could feel the same, so you would have to be the one to put yourself out there and let him know he's bewitched your whole heart.

p - patience (how patient are they usually? what tends to wear their patience thin?)

Thanks to all his training, patrolling, staking out locations, and worst of all having to work in a restaurant, Vigilante is surprisingly patient. He's more than happy to wait forever if it makes things less stressful for you, and he'd give up every second of his time to help you do something, he really is just that devoted. He only starts to get impatient when the two of you are apart, and it feels like his soul is aching to get back to your arms.

q - quality time (how do they like to spend with you?)

At first Adrian feels a lot of pressure to always be having the exciting kind of fun with you, suggesting lots of different date ideas and never wanting you to have a dull moment around him. It would take a bit of work for you to have him get used to just spending a night in with you, cuddled up together and doing very little, finally getting the idea in his head that you could never get bored of him. He still prefers to go out for dates with you most of the time, loving sitting at a bar or diner with someone who only wants to be with him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't adore the days the two of you spend every hour just talking in bed about nothing.

r - remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Because of the need to protect his identity, most of Adrian's interactions (even some of the most intimate ones) have been from behind his helmet, leaving him feeling a lot less confident in his face than he is in the rest of his body. Given you met him as Vigilante first, he was worried that you were disappointed the first time you saw the face under his mask, unable to read your expression by the time he put his glasses back on. He'd be very happy that your feelings for him grew despite that, but there would always be a voice in the back of his head that thought you liked him better with his helmet on.

So the first time the two of you were locked in your usual prolonged make out sessions and you hinted at going further than kissing, he immediately made the offer before you could ask for it;

"Do you want me to put my helmet back on?" The question would stop you dead in your tracks, trying to read his almost apologetic expression as you replied.

"That would make it pretty difficult to kiss you." You watched his eyes drift down to your lap as he struggled to make his case.

"But it means you only have to look at the best parts of me." His muscles seem to flex beneath you as if to assume that's what you want from him, the parts of him he can't work out feeling like a short-coming.

"I think every part of you is the best Adrian." His eyes snap up at your words, searching your gaze for deception or mocking and finding nothing but sweetness. "And I love your face." You trace a finger over his features as if considering each one and coming to only the happiest conclusion, "I like your eyes, and your glasses, and your nose, and your smile, and you're a good kisser, so overall your face is pretty damn important to me." With each soft touch he feels years of insecurity melt away, any self doubt dissolving under your loving gaze until he can't stand to not be kissing you a second longer, lifting you into his arms as he does and carrying towards the bedroom as quickly as his legs can manage after you've all but turned them to jelly.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

Adrian knows just how dangerous the world can be (although a big chunk of that danger comes from him personally) so he would feel incredibly protective of you from the first time you met. He likes being able to use his strength and skills to keep you safe, and make you feel like you're secure as long as he's around you, wanting to give you every reason to keep him close. He'd insist on escorting you everywhere he could, keeping an arm around you once he feels able to touch you that way. He feels especially lucky when you let him sleep over and he can watch over you while you sleep, making sure you have only the sweetest dreams.

It may not feel like you can do too much to protect a man like Vigilante, but everything you do makes him feel like nothing in the world can get to him. Your loving words and supportive encouragement protect him from the cruel teasing of others, and he knows that his sensitve heart is safe now that it belongs to you.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Adrian's waited a long time to have someone finally feel the way you do about him, and he would want to go out of his way every single day to show you how much he appreciates it. His efforts might sometimes come from a strange direction or be a bit misguided, but you will never feel like he takes you for granted, and he'll never be the kind to let an occasion pass without marking it. He'd love putting in effort every day with you, because the domestic life the two of you build together would make him so happy that doing the smallest jobs in your little home would feel like such an honour.

u - upset (how do they act when you're upset? how do they act when they're upset?)

Vigilante doesn't get upset very often, so when he does it's very easy to notice. The big warning sign is that he'll get very quiet, a real contrast to his usual monologue of adoration. He doesn't usually tell you what's wrong until you ask, worried about burdening you with something silly, but when you pull his head against your chest and rub his back softly, all his feelings will come pouring out, suddenly feeling so much lighter when he has your reassurance.

When you're upset Adrian is very quick to assume he's done something wrong, so he would be very quick to try and make up for it. It would be hard to stay sad about anything as he runs around desperately parading gifts in front of you and telling all his worst jokes until eventually you reassure him that you still love him and that it's something else bothering you, at which point he would collapse and cuddle you and make sure you had all your favourite things for as long as you need. (although the jokes don't stop)

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Adrian's owned the same four outfits for his entire adulthood and never really thinks about the way he looks out of his vigilante costume. He works out a lot and feels pretty good about that, but when you gently push his glasses up the bridge of his nose first thing in the morning, leaving a kiss of the bridge of it and beaming up at him, he'd start to feel pretty good about his looks too.

w - wildcard (a random headcanon for them.)

One of Adrian's favourite things in the world is when you come and pick him up from his day job at Fennel Fields. Sometimes he feels like his colleagues think he's a weird loser and he can't tell them anything else about himself for fear of giving his identity today (since he's kind of terrible at lying) so he can start to feel quite down about himself when he has his shifts there. Luckily all it takes is a split second glimpse of you as he's clearing his final tables for the day, and suddenly he feels like the biggest hero in the galaxy, racing to get finished so he can practically sprint out the door and into your arms. Sure it doesn't hurt if his colleagues see that he has an incredible partner who cares enough about him to come meet him after work, but what they think stops mattering to him the second he's basking in the light of your presence.

x - x-ray (how easily are they able to read you?)

He's reasonably oblivious when it comes to reading just about anyone, and unfortunately that can apply to you too. You have to be pretty careful about telling him when you're being sarcastic or when he's done something you don't like, but luckily he's very quick to ask questions and check in with how you are, so the two of you would quickly find the best way to communicate.

y - yuck (what things do you do that they hate?)

Sometimes Adrian worries about the way you see the best in people, his black and white view of the world telling him that most people can't be trusted. That and when you break even the tiniest law (jaw-walking, speeding slightly, parked on double yellows for five seconds to pick him up) and he'd have to face his own hypocrisy because he knows he could never punish you.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Adrian wakes up a lot in the night because of how alert he is all the time. He tries to be careful about waking you, but sometimes when he gets up in his head worrying that something will happen to you and he can't get back to sleep, he'll shake you gently by the shoulder until you turn around and let him burrow under the blankets to lie against your chest, suddenly feel so much more at rest when your arms are wrapped around him, sleepily stroking over his back.

[andr0medafallen]

Cold, Dead Heart

A/N: Another repost! I was like super depressed and busy for a while, but I will be working on continuing to publish all of my old fics that I intend to publish now, before writing more. I plan on being more active in my writing in the spring when I will be taking less credits. xoxo

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader

Warnings: some angst, sexual harassment (someone unconsensually grabs readers ass), canon-typical violence (reader breaks said man's fingers), some hurt/comfort, girlboss reader lmao

Description: Adrian Chase convinces you to go to his high school reunion. You end up not regretting it, although you've got plenty of reasons to.

Word Count: 4.3k

“Adrian, no,” you rejected, mind reeling at the fact that Adrian Chase had thought you would be an acceptable date anywhere, let alone at his High School reunion, despite you having gone to high school thousands of miles away from this hick town. And despite what everyone on the team thought about you being a cold-hearted bitch who hated everything resembling laughter and fun, you did consider Adrian a friend, which is why you intended to spare him of embarrassing himself in front of all of the ex-jocks and backstabbing cheerleaders who he stupidly looked up to. Even if you wanted to be eye candy, which you didn’t, that definitely wasn’t something that you had been trained for in the field, and no amount of looks could make up for your apparent lack of skill and effort in the field of flattery. You’re an FBI agent, not Miss America.

“Whaaaat?” Adrian complained, as though he thought he might be able to change your mind by annoying you enough. “Come on, you only have to be there for like, an hour. Just long enough for people to think I’m cool and that you want to be there. And then I’ll buy you ice cream or clean your guns for a year or–”

“Beyond the fact that it would be severely unprofessional—” You started, before being cut off by his over-eager mouth.

“It wouldn’t be unprofessional! How would it be unprofessional?”

“We work together, Adrian. I outrank you.” You sat on your desk, cleaning your glock with a grey rag turned black by grime and oil. Your current state should have only proved your point further. Not even in the running for Miss Congeniality.

“Uh, no, you don’t, cause I don’t even technically work for the government.”

You scoffed. “Well, you sure work with the government a lot for someone who doesn’t work for the government.”

“I don’t think that you are legally allowed to use the unprofessional excuse unless I actually worked with you though, which I don’t.”

“Oh, I broke the law?” You chuckled. “What are you gonna do, kill me?” A part of you knew that Adrian might not understand that you were joking. But the cold-hearted bitch part figured that making him think that you assumed he would want to murder you for not going to his high school reunion made up for the fact that he was making you sit through this conversation. Maybe it would even get him to leave, although you doubted you had that much luck.

“What? No, I would never kill you. I mean, if you broke a really bad law, like loitering, then maybe. But I don’t think that not using unprofessionalism as an excuse when people don’t work together is actually a law, but maybe it should be.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “Right. Well, let me know when they do make it a law. Until then, I will be here. Happily doing things that do not take place in a high school.”

“Come on, pleeeeaaaase,” He begged. “I’ll do anything.”

God. What a stupid, stupid boy. The amount of trust he had in you was anything but inspiring. It was misplaced and idiotic, and he definitely shouldn’t be offering you ‘anything’. Still, his desperation, while misplaced, made butterflies spark up in your gut. “Anything?” You asked, arching a brow.

Adrian’s expression turned, eyes narrowing as he noted your mischievous tone. It was calculated, your manner of speaking, meant to prevent those butterflies from revealing anything, but he didn't know that. “You’re not gonna make me do anything illegal, are you? Cause last time I–”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Adrian. You aren’t fun enough to do anything illegal with.” You lowered your feet off of your shitty metal desk chair, where you’d propped them up while talking to Adrian, and loudly planting them on the floor as you stood up from your seat on your desk, leaning towards Adrian. “Since you are clearly desperate here, I’ll go. Just buy my coffee or something for the next month, I don’t fucking care.”

“Fuck yeah! Wait, is there a catch? Cause sometimes people ask me to things and then they’re like ‘well, actually’--”

“The catch is that you get out of my fucking office and let me finish this mission report.” You grabbed your stapler and threw it at him. Adrian caught it with a giddy smile and skipped out of the room. You hoped he would actually return that stapler at some point, since you had a few stacks of loose paperwork waiting on your desk and no replacement, but you suspected you’d never see it again.

With a sigh, you returned to your gun, working in the oil so ferociously that your hands started to ache. Fuck, you shouldn’t have said yes. A list of possibilities for what could happen on your–would it be considered a date?–were rattling through your mind like an old busted up film reel, and all you could do was hope that you wouldn’t fuck anything up.

~~~

You hadn’t talked to Adrian since you’d agreed to go with him. He’d texted you the details for your arrangement, but other than that, radio silence. On your end, at least. Adrian might not have been chattering your ear off as much as usual, but it was you who conveniently wrapped yourself in paperwork every time he entered your line of sight. A week of not talking, hardly communicating, and now… A night of hopefully not telling any secrets. A night where Adrian Chase will not learn how badly you don’t want to go on this date with him only because you had hoped that your first date with Adrian Chase, the known maniac who you had the biggest, stupidest crush on, would be because he actually liked you and not because he wanted to impress a handful of idiots with something that wasn’t real.

Still, that didn’t stop you from pestering your friend to borrow the perfect outfit because nothing in your closet was quite right, spending an additional hour to get ready after your outfit was chosen, and tolerating the most uncomfortable pair of shoes in your closet because maybe Adrian wanted to impress his all of his ex locker room neighbors and high school buddies, but you sort of wanted to impress Adrian; Even if a part of you was convinced that you were fighting an uphill battle.

Even with all the time you had spent on your appearance, you were ready with time to spare. All there was left to do was sit on the thrift store couch in your living room, trying to distract yourself with the books that were usually scattered on your coffee table; an eclectic arrangement of FBI protocol manuals and the various genres of fiction which you read for pleasure. You were about to give up on trying to make your mind process the information from a heavy sci-fi book that Economos had given you when a much-anticipated knock sounded at the door.

A mixture of relief and anxiety flooded through you as you set the book down (a resonant Whack! sounding from the sheer heft of it) and rushed to open your front door.

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other. Adrian’s cheeks were rosy and he seemed out of breath, which was a bit non-intuitive, given that you could see his Sebring parked in the lot just a floor below your balcony entrance. Ignoring that though, you had to admit that he looked good. Well, you always thought he looked good, but he looked really, really good tonight. He was dressed to the semi-casual dress code in a black cable turtle-neck which he’d partially tucked into his brown corduroys. Even though it wasn’t very far off from what you’d seen of him in civilian clothes, a part of it surprised you. You’d never actually seen him in anything other than his Vigilante gear and the nerdy shit he wears on CVS runs.

After what felt like eons of simply looking at each other, it was you who broke the silence with a quiet, “Hey.”

It seemed to sufficiently snap him out of his thoughts. “Hi! Hey. You look really good. Like stupid fucking good.”

“Oh. Thanks. Gotta impress your buddies, right?” You chuckled nervously. Were you imagining the way Adrian’s face fell when you said that? Probably just projecting, right? “You look really good too. I’ve never seen you…”

“Oh, yeah. I figured I couldn’t wear the Vigilante uniform, so.” You giggled at this, and his smile did a much better job at lighting the entryway to your apartment than your porch light ever had.

“I like your Vigilante costume,” you chided, exiting your doorway and locking your door behind the two of you before hesitantly tucking your arm around Adrian’s.

When you approached his car, Adrian opened the passenger door for you before hurrying around the front of the car to sit behind the wheel on the driver's side. You were grateful when he started the car and the heater rumbled on, warm air blasting towards you; It was a cool autumn night and the dress which you had chosen for yourself wasn’t doing a lot as far as warmth was concerned.

The ride to the high school of Adrian’s teenage years was short, and filled with the heavy base of the 11th Street Kids, volume all the way up. As nervous as you were for the coming event, it didn’t take much for Adrian to get you laughing and singing along.

“There’s no wrong time to rock, baby!” Adrian yelled over the tinny speakers of the sebring, hitting the steering wheel with the palm of his hand along with the beat. You burst out into laughter, trying to ignore the way your stomach fluttered with butterflies at being called ‘baby’.

Either way, you still made him turn it down when you approached the school. It hardly seemed like a fancy reunion, terribly appropriate for a town like Evergreen, but if Adrian was intent on impressing people, you figured he might as well not ruin it before it began by blasting music at levels that would give premature hearing problems even to the people outside of the car.

Once he had parked, he jogged around the car to open your door for you, speed likely prompted by his suspicion that you wouldn't let him. It was something that Chris always used to  try during stakeouts. He happened to stop that a while ago, definitely not because you would always wait until his hand reached the handle to pop it open and slam it into his gut. The memory (or lack thereof, because it is definitely something you had never done) still made you smile. But you weren’t planning on doing that to Adrian. Not when you were on a date and –you had a massive crush on him– he promised to pay you in full with beautifully overpriced oat milk lattes.

So yes, you let him open your door, and take your hand, and do all of the things that you never let anyone else do. You were conscious of your reputation—you couldn’t help it, not with the type of people you worked with—but right now… Tonight, you know that everything is fake. Artificially constructed to present a picture that isn’t there, that isn’t true. But tonight, you are going to pretend that it is true, because you can, and because after everything that you’ve been through with Adrian–with the butterflies (the literal ones, not the metaphorical ones), the bullet wounds, waking up everyday afraid because you’re constantly putting your life on the line—you felt that you deserved this. Or at least, you deserved to be able to pretend.

The two of you were hand in hand entering the gymnasium. Palms connected, your free hand cradling his arm. The lights are dim, a cliche high school disco ball hanging in the middle of the room. It smelled the way every school gymnasium smells; That sort of waxy, wrestler sweat smell that can never be explained too well, but always seems to permeate the area. 

The woman at the booth checked you in, placing a stamp on the back of both of your hands. She gave you a toothy grin, full of kindness as she asked, “Different graduating year?”

You chuckled, returning her warmth. “Not a local.” You’re certain that she’ll be spreading that bit of small town gossip around, but you can’t seem to manage any hard feelings.

It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. The lights weren’t too bright, the music not too loud, and you’re holding Adrian Chase’s hand.

Adrian led you to what seemed like his group of high school friends. The sort of D&D type that you’d have expected him to hang out with. Maybe a little awkward, but not trying nearly as hard as the ‘popular kids’; a trait you can appreciate. God, are you reinforcing high school stereotypes in a building full of adults? Yet another reason that you didn’t go to your own high school reunion.

Adrian started to make his introductions, naming everyone one by one, because of course that is something he would remember. Adrian knew your middle name before you’d even been formally introduced.

“Sonia, Oliver, Jack, Gini, this is…”

Before anyone else could notice Adrian’s hesitation, you jumped in with a smile, “I’m Adrian’s girlfriend. It’s nice to meet you all.” Maybe you weren’t Miss Congeniality, but you were professionally trained in lying.

That elicited quite the reaction from the group. The excited giggles and ecstatic welcomes make you think this might not have been an awful idea after all. You don’t even really mind the whistles or congratulations toward a blushing Adrian. The group trailed back into their previous conversation after a bit, and you nudged Adrian with your elbow..

“I’m gonna go grab some punch, want some?” You whispered when he looked over at you with his smiling eyes.

His brows furrowed. “Are you sure? I can go with you—”

“I’ll be fine, Adrian,” you insisted. You needed a bit of a break from people, and fetching spiked punch seemed to be  the popular way to do that in all the movies, but you really did want Adrian to be able to catch up with his friends. They seemed kind, and genuine. “Have fun. I’ll be back in a minute, pinky promise.”

You reached your pinky out towards him and he wrapped his own around yours. Before he got the chance to separate, you pressed your thumb against his, making a little goofy kiss sound. Before you could see his responding blush, you turned away toward the punch table, making your exit.

When you arrived at the infamous high school punch bowl, you didn’t even have time to grab cups before you felt a hand touch your shoulder. Your heart rate sped up and you spun, slugging the perpetrator in the arm when you realized it was just Chris.

“Jesus, fucking sneaky, asshole, what are you doing here?” You asked, covering your momentary panic with irritation.

“You’re the one who went to High School in Gotham, what’re you doing here?” Chris responded, a juvenile mimic of your own question.

“If I wanted you to badger my own shit back at me I’d play uno.”

Chris split into a grin; a shit-eating, ear to ear grin. “You’re on a date!”

“Who cares? And why the hell do you find that so hard to believe?” You asked defensively

Chris snorted. “It’s not. Just funny that you ditched your date to hang out at the punch table.”

You scowled. “I didn’t ditch my date, I’m just getting punch. For me and my date. And I swear to God, Smith, if you spiked it, I will put that on your permanent record,” you warned, grabbing one of the plastic cups sitting at the table. The threat was an empty one. Honestly you kind of hoped he had spiked it.

“I didn’t spike it!” you still look thoroughly unamused in front of him, arms crossed. “Jesus, no room in your cold dead heart to believe me?” Chris kissed three fingers on his right hand and raised them up in front of himself. “Scouts honor.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s the fucking Hunger Games thing, Chris.” You ladled some of the red liquid into your cup and took a sip, disappointedly disappointed when you didn’t taste the warmth of alcohol. Just your average watered down punch.

You were about to say something more, about how you wouldn’t be surprised if Chris really was in boy scouts and never learned that, or some dry humor about how you liked to think that Chris was intentionally obtuse but was more likely just stupid, when you felt a stranger's hand grabbing your ass, followed by a loud, obnoxious voice shouting “EY YO, NICE MEAT CHRIS!!!!”

To his credit, Chris squared up, ready to have your back against this asshole. You were quicker to the punch, though, grabbing the hand of your perpetrator and twisting so hard that he was nearly toppled by his own weight. You zeroed in on him. Tall, bulky, wearing a letterman's jacket. Some high school has-been who thought that the tacky Las Vegas flask he brought made him cool. Apparently he felt the same way about harassing women, like it was some way to level him up from basic boring misogynist to super misogynist.

“Wow, that was really funny, wasn’t it?” You ask him, saccharinely sarcastic while twisting his arm harder.

“No!” He yelped, trying to alleviate your grip on him. “No, it wasn’t,”  You wished you had it in you to feel sorry for what a fucked up loser this guy was, but you didn’t. Anyways, an apology given out of fear doesn’t mean anything, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to fuck him up a little just to see how he felt about it.

“Oh…You’re probably right. It was in bad taste, wasn’t it?” You asked sweetly. “It would probably be best to leave after doing something like that, huh? After all, we wouldn’t want anyone prosecuted on the count of sexually assaulting a Federal Agent, that would be way too crazy for a town like Greendale!”

You dropped the sweet facade, whispering in his ear, “If you think about trying that shit with anyone ever again, please remember that I have a gun and access to most government databases,” before dropping him to the floor. 

It was then that the panic flooded through you. Everything you had just done had been done in reaction to what was happening, but you could see past the adrenaline now and all you could think about was the consequences, which you really didn’t want to face. You didn’t want to see Adrian’s expression as he realized that you’d done the exact opposite of what he wanted, and you didn’t want all of the missed opportunities to make Adrian get coffee with you. And you also didn’t want to always be the outsider, but you seemed to be consistently bad at fulfilling that goal. It was so stupid, but after spending most of your life constantly moving around due to reassignment after reassignment, you had hoped that you could find a home here. Instead you’d just made yourself the town gossip. You’d probably wind up in the morning paper tomorrow. “Crazy Jackass Assaults Local.”

You don’t know how long you stood there, glaring at the man you’d injured and forced to the floor, before you felt a hand on your elbow. Your head jerked towards it to find Adrian. He was absolutely fuming. He had this look in his eyes that always assured you he was about to do something stupid—what, you weren’t yet sure yet, but you didn’t particularly want to find out, so you grabbed him by the arm and hauled ass out of the gym. There was a crowd of concerned model citizens surrounding Mr. Hasbeen, but as you walked out the front doors, you noticed the check in lady give you a discreet thumbs up. You felt a sort of relief, knowing that at least somebody vindicated you.

You didn’t stop walking until you reached the school gardens—a sort of compilation of shrubbery with a creepy statue of some sort of town leader pushing it over the border of boring into just damn strange.

When you stopped, Adrian finally opened his mouth, starting with, “I’m gonna fucking kill him,” sliding right off the tip of his tongue as if he’d been waiting to say it.

You stepped in front of him, blocking the very real possibility of him ditching you to follow through with that claim. “No, you’re not. I–”

“He fucking–” He swallowed, like thinking of made him want to puke or punch something. Like it hurts him as much as it hurts you. “You said it yourself! He broke the law. No amount of–”

“Adrian, I dealt with it, just drop it!” You yelled. This did silence him, his face twisting into the hurt expression you sometimes see when he’s arguing with Chris. When he starts pretending that he doesn’t have any feelings, even though they are written all over his face. You sighed and sat on a faded wooden bench that was placed right in front of the statue, black heels skimming the ground. “I’m sorry. I know you were trying to impress your peers or whatever, and I ruined that.”

Adrian stopped in his tracks from where he was pacing a few yards in front of you. His hands were clenched into fists as his head snapped towards you. “You think I care about that?” His voice was just a little higher than normal, eyebrows a little too drawn.

“I…yes? That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?. That's why you asked me to come, to impress all of your–”

“That’s not why you’re here.” It was quiet. A loaded statement that you didn’t know how to respond to, and didn’t have the time or understanding to unpack. It was spoken so quietly that anyone else might have missed it, but not you.

Your eyes and nose stung, like you were about to get a bloody nose. Or, a drastically worse possibility, about to cry. “I don’t understand.”

“I—” Adrian resumed his pacing. “I just said that! Y’know, when you just say something cause it’s convenient, even if it isn’t really true? But that's–I wanted you to come cause I like you. A lot. Which—I’m sorry, because I know that you don’t really like it when people like you, but I do. And believe me, if I knew that Ricky Feld was gonna do that then I never would’ve–” He stopped in front of you, kneeling, with his gaze looking up and centered on your face. His eyes were so earnest, like they carried an ocean of pain—of anger—which understood your own. “I am never going to let anyone touch you like that ever again. Never.”

The two of you just stared at each other. You didn’t know if it was for moments or for a millennia, and the foggy night sky above you betrayed nothing. 

When Adrian finally opened his mouth to speak, to take everything back, you whispered, “You like me?”

Adrian gulped. “I…yeah. I know it’s unprofessional or whatever cause we kind of work together and I know that you don’t want that, but I can’t help it, and I really didn’t want to go to this thing alone so I convinced you to go with me, and you look so pretty, by the way. Did I mention you look pretty? You do. And I don’t fucking care that you twisted that guys arm off while everyone was watching. I mean it was kind of hot, but you don’t have to apologize. You didn’t ruin anything. I mean, I wish you would let me kill him, but… Yeah, I like you. So, I guess I should be the one who’s sorry cause–”

You cut him off, your lips attaching to his, your hands grabbing his face and pulling him close to you. your bodies were so fully entangled in that high school garden, your legs wrapped around his waist as he remained kneeling before you, on the bench in front of him. It was Adrian who finally pulled away, wiping your cheek with his thumb.

“You’re crying,” he told you, nervousness etched on his face.

You wiped at them with your sleeve, a technique you picked up at a young age to disguise tears from classmates. Didn’t seem to ever work that well, though. “I’m sorry. It’s not you. Well, it is you, kind of. It’s been…a lot, today. But I like you too, Adrian. A lot. And I’m willing to split the coffee bill two ways if you’ll still agree to go to that coffee place on Main with me.” You say it like it’s a joke, but you’re hardly joking. It’s all you could possibly want for him to say yes.

Adrian leaned in towards you. He smelled like almond and saffron, a departure from the usual sweat and gunsmoke smell that he had as Vigilante. He pulled you towards him by the waist, your breath mingling with his at the empty space between your lips.

“8 am, Monday, Edge Coffee. If you’re not there then I’ll show Adebayo the picture of you playing with her dog that you told me not to show anyone. And we’re not splitting the bill.” You could feel the heat from Adrian’s breath spread across your face as he said this, every part of you (cold dead heart included), warmed by his body, words, and actions. You closed what distance was left between the two of you (which wasn’t very much distance at all), lips pressing against his in what you hoped was reassurance, expressing the love you had for him that you couldn’t possibly begin to tell him about.

“I’ll be there.”

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love my boy Adrian Chase 🤭

Imagine Adrian trying to win you a stuff animal from a claw machine ( fails so many times) and when you’re not looking he just breaks the glass and takes it. He’s like “ion know what machine you’re talking about” when you ask him about it 🫣

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Adrian loved the arcade. He loved it so much in fact, that he somehow dragged you into going with him after a mission.

“Adrian.” You whined as he grabbed your hand.

“C’mon, we’ll have fun!”

“Fine.”

“That’s The spirit.” He smiled widely, and you both walked into the arcade.

You and him did have fun, you both walked around after a while and then you went to the bathroom for a second.

“I’ll wait here.” He said, standing outside, and looking around before noticing something not too far.

It was a claw machine, a claw machine with stuffed animals and he was already determined to win.

He walked towards it, and swiped his card. He played a few times and then you came out from the bathroom.

“Adrian you suck.” You laughed.

“I’m trying!”

You laughed and smiled at him, he stared back at you for a moment.

Then he looked back to the machine. “Oh my god. That’s one of my high school friends!” You muttered to yourself.

“I’m gonna be right back, okay?”

“No problem, babe.” He focused on the claw machine, and tried once again to pick up the stuffed animal he really wanted for you.

He looked at you and back to the machine, you were distracted. Then he looked around and made sure no one was watching. He punched the glass, and stuck his hands into the machine and grabbed the stuffed animal.

He quickly walked away from the scene, pretending like he didn’t do anything.

You smiled and laughed with your friend, and Adrian came up next to you.

After you and your friend were done, adrian handed you it.

“Oh, Adrian. You didn’t need to-“

“No, no, I wanted to.”

“Thank you.” You kissed his cheek, and he smiled. You both got your prizes and were going to leave before you saw something.

The claw machine Adrian was playing earlier was broken.

Employees surrounded it, confused.

You looked back at him and he looked at you.

“Did you…”

“Whattt? No! Of course not. That’s- that’s absolutely crazy.” He scoffed and shook his head.

“Mhm.. right..” you laughed, he laughed as well and you both held grands as you walked.