#adrian chase fluff

[pinkynore22]

uploading this here bc i posted it on tiktok awhile back and it didn’t get as much love as i thought it should </3 i still love this edit

[apirltv]

Yello? Idk if anyone can help me find a fanfic that was posted around adrian’s bday. It was had adrian being married to y/n and being a father to a daughter. It was just mainly about him getting a letter from his dad and then later going to cali to meet his dad, which that trip is just about him connecting with his dad and what not.

I was trying to find it, but the result from google did not lead me to the fanfic. And I did not want to go through the tags where there are so many posts. So I’m testing my luck if people know the fanfic that I’m talking about 🍀

Edited: someone found the fanfic i was looking for.

[luvrgrl-writer]

"Did I mention i love you too?"

PARINGS: Adrian Chase X F!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.4k 

WARNINGS: Fluff, blood and little bit of violence, kissing, both characters are in high school

A/N: Guys this is my first fic, so please give me help. I did this in like two hours and it is currently 1:53am so that's also why it's probably really bad. I also made this loosely off a dream I had. Anyway sorry if this is absolutely horrible. 

It just started as a regular school day. First you had English, then Science which felt like it lasted forever. Third you had Math which you were excited about because it meant you finally were able to have a class with Adrian. Adrian Chase was your best friend and you were his(even though you were his only friend). You did everything together watch movies, play DnD, read comics and a whole bunch more.

After Math you then had your personal favourite class P.E.. Adrian didn’t hate P.E. he just was not good at it, especially compared to you. Somehow no matter what sport you played you’d somehow be amazing at it every time. That was something he admired about you, and recently it seemed he was noticing everything about you way more–like the way your hair would come across your face and shoulders, how you’d play with the dragon fly necklace he’d given you, or even the pout you’d have on your face when you are focusing in class. 

He couldn’t help it either and it was driving him nuts. He’d tried to talk to Gut and Chris about it before but they were absolutely no help, just saying he was “in love” in a very high pitched tone.

Luckily for Adrian the teacher let them split up into a competitive side and friendly side for soccer today, now he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of you again. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come play with me on the competitive side Adrian?” looking hopeful at him, 

“I am very sure. Don't you remember last time what happened when we played soccer, it was a disaster.” Adrian stated while clearly almost reliving what happened, 

“Okay fine, only because I actually do care for you and your wellbeing.” you said while holding one hand to your chest and the other in the air, “Come find me after though, okay.”

Adrian nodded as you smiled at him and ran on to the field. Watching you run off laughing with your other friends made something in his stomach flutter, but he carried on and ignored it. 

About 20 minutes later Adrian found himself doing absolutely nothing. Well almost, he was watching you run around getting sweaty, it felt like he was in a trance and he couldn't look away. 

“Think it’s time to stop staring Chase?”

Adrian's head whipped around to see Joe smirking at him. Joe was just the one of many people that teased Adrian. If not one of the worst. Adrian was used to it at this point, and he knew how to just ignore them. So he did.

“I know you heard me freak, so don’t try and ignore me.” Joe said, 

That’s when finally you heard and turned to see Joe inching forward towards Adrian. You knew that people bullied Adrian, you just didn’t understand why. Sometimes it hurt you so bad that people around you couldn’t see what you saw, and in all honesty you were done with it. 

“Why don’t you just go back to whatever sewer system you climbed out of Joe.” you yelled over at him, “I think we are all sick of smelling it on you.”

Adrian was happy to see you standing beside him now, but he could see it on your face that you were livid.

“Wow, getting your little girlfriend to come and defend you, very brave of you Chase.” Joe said giving Adrian a pout, 

“I don-” but before Adrian could talk back you were already blowing your head off.

“He doesn't need me to come and defend him. I personally am just sick of hearing your stupid fucking mouth talk. I don’t understand, did your parents not love you enough, so now you have to come after people because you think it will maybe grab their attention?” by now a whole crowd of people are hovering around the three of you. “In all honesty I have never met someone in my life as gross and horrible as you. You are a waste of fucking oxygen and you mean absolutely nothing.” 

Finally after word-vomiting all over him you stop and look at Adrian behind you, whose eyes have gone wide. But then you see his mouth curve into a smile, and you do too. You turn around fully to follow Adrian when all of a sudden you feel yourself get yanked by your hair. Now you’ve turned back around looking directly at Joe, but before you can even comprehend what is happening you see(well mostly feel)Joe's fist flying straight into your nose. The shock of it knocks you to the ground. You hear gasps and yelling around you, but barely any of it clocks in as you have a fountain of red streaming down your face. As you instinctively put your hand to your nose you feel and something slamming into the side of your ribs. 

While behind you and a few feet away is a now enraged Adrian hurling towards Joe, tackling him to the ground. Finally it seems the teacher has caught up and is prying Adrian off of Joe. Yelling at him to take you to the Nurses office. 

Adrian looks behind to see a very bloody and in pain version of you.

“Come on, it's okay. Here let me help you.” he tries to comfort the best he can, 

As you are trying to stand, you wince at the pain in your side. So Adrian decides to just pick you up bridal style. 

“You're okay, come on sweetheart, let's get you looked at.” 

Even though there's blood leaking down your face and both the back of your head and ribs hurt, you can’t help but notice how soft and quiet Adrian is right now. His usual bouncing off the walls is gone and the only thing he is focused on is you. The thought soothes you and keeps you grounded. Then you also notice how strong Adrian is, he’s already gone up about 2 flights of stairs and isn’t even breaking a sweat. Before you can ponder on that for any longer you are already being placed on a very uncomfy cot.

“How do you feel?” Adrian asks while holding up a rag to your bleeding nose, 

“I feel like I have just been punched and kicked,” you sigh, “and also feel like I could use a nap.”

Adrian chuckles through his chest smiling at you, and you smile back. Then you feel a tear find its way down your cheek.

“What’s wrong, are you still in pain?” his brows furrowed together. He takes the rag away and brings a hand up to your cheek wiping the single tear away.

“I don’t understand.” you respond as your chin trembles,

“What don’t you understand?” he softly asks still very confused,

“Why are they so mean to you?” Finally he understands, and he feels his heart break just a little. Of course the bullying hurts him, he hates it, but knowing it hurts you just as much feels like a gut punch, but he also feels all warm and tingly because of it. “You are so amazing Adrian and it hurts me that they can’t see that.” Now you are sobbing and it seems like there's no end to this rain. 

“It’s oka-”

“No! It’s not okay. You don’t deserve that.” more tears flow down and now both of Adrian's hands are holding by your tear stained cheeks, “I care about you so much, okay. I love you Adrian.”

Adrian's heart feels like it is about to leap out of his chest right now, he’s feeling so much and for once he knows he is not the only one feeling it. 

Now he’s smiling at you, he leans in and starts kissing away each tear that rolls down. One after the other. Pulling back he responds,

“I love you too.”

Finally you look up to meet Adrian’s green eyes. He’s beaming at you with a huge smile that makes you flutter inside your stomach. Smiling back at him, you take his hand and kiss his palm. You feel Adrian slowly pulling in and you meet him halfway kissing him ever softly. Your hand reaches up to card through his hair, while his is on the back of your head and cheek. He then tilts his head to deepen the kiss more, both your mouths moving together. Once you finally come for air, you're puffing out heavy breaths. Settling your forehead against his. 

Adrian's eyes come to yours looking brighter than stars and a boyish smile that could last for days, he says,

“Did I mention I love you too?” 

[novas-thoughts]

Adrian Chase - Forgotten Birthday (Fluff/Angst)

Word count: 1k

Content: Little bit of angst, fluff, both being cuties.

A/N: After logging into my Tumblr account, I’ve realized I missed a very important birthday and would hate to disappoint Adrian, so this is my way of making up for that. Also, thank you all so much for the love you’ve been showing my posts; I wasn’t sure they would get much attention, if any. I’ll try to continue to post regularly, but my schedule can get a bit busy, so feel free to reach out if you feel I’ve been quiet for too long. Happy reading :)

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Adrian hadn’t grown up expecting much from his birthdays. He hadn’t had many friends growing up, he only had his shitty brother, and after his dad left… well, he didn’t like to talk much about it. As time passed, he drew less attention to his birthday; he stopped mentioning it to others and acted like it was just another day, because he believed that other people didn’t care.

That was until you came along.

You seemed to remember every detail about everyone on the team, especially Adrian. You always made an extra effort with him, which made you come across as thoughtful and caring, specifically that you cared about him. He always made an extra effort with you as well, in his own way; he would always listen to you rant about your hobbies, even if he had no interest in them himself or didn’t quite understand what you were talking about. It was his way of showing he cared about you, by treating you how he wanted to be treated, how you treated him.

He couldn’t help the wide smile that covered his face every time you did the smallest thing for him, so he allowed himself to hope after so many years that maybe you would be the one to care about his birthday.

His birthday was on the 30th of June; Today was the 1st of July.

You were still new to the team, so you didn’t want to overstep. You expected someone to organize a small get-together or something, even after Adrian’s comment that “birthdays don’t really matter,” but nothing. He had been avoiding you since then, keeping most conversations with you to a minimum, and you realized not doing anything for him was probably the worst thing you could’ve done to hurt him.

He had gotten so used to people forgetting him that he had learned to accept it. He genuinely believed you would’ve remembered, but you forgot just like everyone else.

That wasn’t true; you had expected someone to sort out a birthday dinner, so you had decided to make him a small gift to give him at this hypothetical dinner, but when that didn’t happen, the gift you made him was left sitting on your desk at home. You instantly noticed the change in his usually happy demeanor; he was quieter today, sitting by himself with his headphones on, ignoring everyone around him. You hated that you contributed to him feeling this way, and wanted to make sure he knew you remembered.

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When he was packing up and heading off later in the day, you quickly caught up to him in the parking lot.

“Adrian, wait up!” you said as you tried to catch your breath. Could he be any faster?

“Hey, what’s up?” He replied, forcing a smile on his face, but it was obvious he was putting it on for you.

“About your birthday yesterday…” You started, but he cut you off. “Don’t worry about it, no one does anything for it anyway. Don’t worry about it.” He says, repeating himself like it would make it true, his smile faltering a little.

“But I made you something.” You say as you basically shove the wrapped gift into his chest to get him to grasp it, which he does so hesitantly.

“You didn’t need to…. No one does…” He says.

“But I wanted to. I’ve actually been working on it for the past few weeks. It’s not anything expensive, but I hope you like it.” You say quietly, now feeling a bit anxious about the prospect of him disliking something you put time and effort into making for him. You should’ve just bought him something like other people would, especially cause you know it took you almost a few months to make him this gift. He looks directly at you now, contemplating the idea that someone put effort into making something for him. “I know you said your birthday doesn’t matter or anything, but I wanted to do this for you. I did remember your birthday; I just didn’t want to make it a big deal cause you made it seem like it wasn’t, but I still wanted to give you something, cause birthdays are a big deal to me.” You say more enthusiastically.

“Oh, um…thank you, I guess. Can I open it now?” He asks, waiting for you to nod back before ripping into the wrapping paper like a little kid on Christmas morning. You had also stuffed some lollies into the gift as you wrapped it, which became evident as they fell to the ground when he pulled out the teal and black zip-up high-collar jacket you had spent months knitting him.

“The zip was the tricky part; I hated sewing that on… I also figured the teal was a safe colour cause you’ve made it pretty clear that you love that colour…” You continue rambling on, trying to fill in the silence as he admires the jacket. He can’t help the genuine smile that spreads on his face as he goes to try it on.

“Wow, you made this? And in teal? This is the best birthday gift ever!” he says, zipping his new jacket up. His mood had completely shifted, returning to his regular upbeat self. He pulls you in for a quick hug, only lasting a couple of seconds before he pulls away, catching you by surprise. He picks up the candy that fell out of his gift and thanks you again before skipping off. You felt better after seeing him skip off happily, even more so cause he knew you cared.

You did wonder if it was too much, but that thought was cut short by Adrian sitting at his desk the morning with your teal jacket on. Any chance he got, he talked about how much he loved the jacket you made for him to anyone who would listen, or even if they didn’t. Anytime you overheard him, you couldn’t help but blush, and it would only get worse when you caught him looking over at you with that stupid grin on his face. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to the extra attention he gave you, but it was worth it if it meant seeing him this happy.

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This was a bit of a shorter fic, but I was itching to post smth. Let me know what you all think!

[scftblush]

♡ | birthday boy

“adrian…. baby,” you coo at him ever so softly, running your hand through his curls with a tenderness that makes him stir. he hums sleepily, stretching his arms and legs with the cutest sound coming from his throat as he tries to push through the dreams he was having to go towards your voice.

he rubs at his eyes, blinking the blurriness from his vision, finally becoming conscious enough to see you sitting there on the bed, holding a little plate with a cupcake on it. the glow of the candle that you lit lights up your face, smiling so fondly and sweetly at him that it makes something deep in his belly stir.

“happy birthday,” you speak so quietly, not wanting to disturb him too much when he’s just waking up. and he can’t help the beaming, boyish smile that forms on his lips, matching yours but turned up to a hundred, as he starts to sit up.

he rubs the sleep from his eyes with a little exhale, feeling warmth rush through him at the cute as hell display with one hand resting on the bed to keep himself propped up in front of you.

the flame flickers across his face, reflecting in his shiny eyes, taking it all in.

“you gotta make a wish, it’s the rules,” you remind him playfully, holding the plate that much closer to him to encourage him. he locks in immediately with a nod, breathing in a breath through his nose before closing his eyes and furrowing his brows in adorable concentration.

you swear your heart grows in your chest.

and then he blows out the candle, leaving you both in the calm dimness of your bedroom once more.

“what’d you wish for?”

“i can’t tell you, then it won’t come true,” he says matter-of-factly as he swipes his finger through the saccharine frosting, bringing it to his lips with a growing grin.

“but honestly i already have everything i want,” he adds, talking over the sweetness on his tongue, and your entire body softens at the earnestness of it.

“yeah?”

“definitely.”

you can’t resist closing the distance between you and pressing your lips to his, getting a taste of the lingering sugar for yourself. he hums into it, his nose gently grazing yours, before you pull back just to feel him leaning in to chase more of you, making you chuckle.

“so then you wouldn’t want anymore kisses then? since you’ve already gotten your fill?” you tease with him pressing his mouth to yours in between words, landing at the corner of your mouth a few times.

“no ‘cause that’s not what i meant. i should get all the kisses i want since it’s my birthday. isn’t that a rule?” he murmurs, slowly working his way towards your jaw and neck, getting greedy.

“i don’t think it is,” you muse, smiling to yourself as you lean into it, not putting in any effort at all to stop him because you’re enjoying this way too much.

“well i’m making it a new rule then,” he trails his mouth right back up, needing to feel the plushness of your lips again and again and again.

“okay, baby,” you sigh, relenting with faux reluctance, giving him a smile as you run a hand through his hair, eventually cupping his cheek that’s still warm from him nuzzling into his pillow.

“you can have as many as you want before midnight tonight.”

and of course adrian doesn’t waste a second, knowing full well he’d be happy to let his lips go numb just to take full advantage of the perks of being the birthday boy.

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[kindahecticinside]

Fluffy Adrian one shot, anyone? Edit: Read 'Order Up!' Here.

It's been sitting in my docs for a while and it was the alternate fic I wrote to this one, I'm itching to post a fic, but nothing is completed yet other than this one that I'd scrapped and decided to go in a different direction after finishing it 😭

(Hint below regarding where the fic is set)

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[beet-schrute]

Bae's Theorem

Adrian Chase x Reader

Wrote this fluffy little piece for my twin @devisedplan hehe

Consider this an apology and a peace offering for tormenting y'all with the angst in the last fic 🫪

dividers by: @thecutestgrotto

The floor of Adrian’s living room was a sea of loose-leaf paper, graphite-stained erasers, and several empty energy drink cans. You were deep in the zone, hunched over a set of complex probability distributions for your final project.

Adrian, meanwhile, was sprawled on the couch behind you, staring at the back of your head with a look of intense, baffled concentration. He had been quiet for nearly twenty minutes. A personal record.

"Hey," he finally spoke up, his voice cracking the silence. "I’ve been looking at that page for a while. Why are there so many P's? Is the math stuttering?"

You laughed softly, not looking up from your notebook. "It stands for Probability, Adrian. I’m calculating the likelihood of independent events occurring within a specific timeframe."

Adrian sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the couch. He looked at the symbols—the ∩ and ∪ signs, the Greek letters, and the brackets—and made a face like he was looking at an alien language.

"See, that’s the problem," he said, hopping down to sit on the floor beside you. "Life isn't a bracket, baby. Life is a blindfolded guy swinging a machete in a dark room. It’s chaos. You can’t put a number on... well, anything."

"That’s exactly what probability is for," you countered, finally setting your pen down. "It’s the study of the chaos. It’s finding the pattern in the machete swings."

He leaned in, his shoulder brushing yours. He smelled like gun oil and the peppermint gum he chewed when he was nervous. "Okay, Professor. Hit me. What’s the probability that I actually understand what you just said?"

"Approaching zero," you teased.

You turned to a fresh page in your notebook. "Okay, look. Think about the night we met. You were in that warehouse, and I was just a civilian who happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. Think about the size of Evergreen. Think about the number of streets, the number of buildings, and the exact second you decided to kick that door down."

Adrian watched your hand move as you scribbled down a rough version of Bayes' Theorem:

"If we calculate the prior probability of us being in the same square footage at that exact moment," you whispered, drawing lines connecting the variables, "and then factor in the likelihood of us actually liking each other—considering you’re a masked vigilante and I’m...well...me—the numbers get incredibly small, Adrian. Like, one in a billion small."

Adrian stared at the equation. He didn't see the variables; he saw the messy, beautiful logic of you. He saw the way your eyes lit up when you explained it, the tiny smudge of lead on your thumb, and the way you spoke about him like he was a miracle instead of a mistake.

"So, what you’re saying is..." Adrian started, his voice dropping into that raw, sincere tone that always caught you off guard. "According to the numbers... I’m a statistical anomaly?"

"The biggest one I’ve ever seen," you smiled.

He reached out, his fingers tracing the edges of the paper with a reverence usually reserved for his favorite tactical blades. He carefully tore the page out of your notebook, folding it into a small, precise square.

"What are you doing?"

"I’m keeping this," he said, tucking it into the hidden pocket of his hoodie, right over his heart. "If the math says that the odds of me having you are that low, then I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I don't need to understand the X and the Y to know that the result is perfect."

He leaned over, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple. "I’m still gonna call it stuttering math, though. Just so you know."

"I expected nothing less," you laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder, letting the comfortable quiet settle over the room.

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[mrsriddlenott]

Wait, What?

Chapter Seven

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Chapter Word Count: 2338

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, Fluff, Emotional Block, Self-Deprecation, Some Awkwardness, Allusions to Smut but it happens next chapter.

It had been a few weeks since you officially got back together, and you had assumed you would bounce back eventually. A naive hope that everything would just be okay when you were really together again, like you both had been wanting for months.

But nothing felt the same anymore. For either of you.

Every interaction you had was now underlined with an awkward residue of the months you spent apart. Your relationship now polluted by the anger and misunderstandings, and worst of all your own guilt gnawing away at you every step of the way. A little voice in the back of your head piping up every time Adrian reached for you, telling you he deserved better, that you should have believed him. That you should have listened to him sooner so you could have been there to help him face his worst demons. Now every time you look into his eyes you love so much, all you see is worry. That you'll do it again, that you’ll hurt him, or worse leave him all together. And every time you see that glint in his eye you're reminded of it all, everything you said to push him away echoing through your head, eating away at you like a parasite in your chest. Not letting you react to his touch the way you wish you could.

Adrian finally had everything he had been yearning to have back for so long, but none of it felt the way he thought it would. The fear and bitterness of the last few months still wedged itself between you both, no matter how hard he tried to fix it. It had never felt like this with you before. Everything about your relationship had always gone so smoothly, but now he could feel the awkward tension every time he stepped closer. Every time he reached for you, only to stop unsure if you wanted to feel his touch. He never questioned himself this way before, he knew what he wanted and it had always been and would always be you. No matter what you had done, or would do, he didn’t care, he just wanted you back.

He didn’t want to overstep, fearing that one wrong move would push you away again. So he let you move at your own pace, even when he was shaking trying to restrain himself. You noticed, of course, he was quieter than usual, biting his tongue when a topic he liked came up. Curling into himself until you allowed him to move closer. Becoming someone you didn't recognize, all because of what you had put him through. A pull to help him would tug at your chest every time you saw him, but you just didn't know how. You didn't even know if he wanted it in the first place. 

Everything felt too new, a sensation Adrian would never get used to, he didn’t like change, didn’t like when what he was used to got thrown up in the air. Like when Chris went to prison, or when Ads joined the group, he had to settle an internal turbulence that threatened to break him. But with you he never had to, because from the moment you entered his life it felt like you had always been there, like his life hadn’t even really started until you met. He always was a late bloomer, and it took you crashing into his life for his feelings to start turning in his head correctly. 

He took every chance he could to be with you, subconsciously making up for all the time spent apart. But even sitting right next to you, he longed for you. A sharp tug that was in a way, worse now than it had been in the months he spent watching you from afar. He wanted to hold you more than he ever had, he wanted it so bad it physically hurt to hold back, but he didn't know what he was allowed to do anymore. He didn’t know where the line for too much sat now. 

And you didn’t know how to tell him.

Movies spent awkwardly far apart, his mind racing with thoughts of how this went with Mark. Wondering if you wanted him to act more like him, more normal and controlled. He side eyed you on the other side of the couch, the movie half finished, neither of you having actually paid attention to any of it. The tension between you was suffocating. Adrian coughed dramatically, drawing your eyes away from where they were spaced out on the screen to him. He wore a shy smile, making you swallow anxiously because you knew you were hurting him, again. Adrian watched you, reading your face and body language, misreading your discomfort, thinking it was from him, that you didn’t want to be here alone with him. He sighed, an ache in his chest as he reached forward, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. “Was this a bad movie pick?”

Your mouth opens and closes, throat tight while thinking of something to say, “I- Honestly I wasn’t paying attention.” You laughed nervously, like you were afraid of how you would react, only making his fear of failing you worse.

“Yeah, me either, uh maybe we should just do this some other time?” Your eyes sparkled slightly as he stared into them, a look of hurt flashing on your face before you masked it. 

“Sure.” And he left, sulking, hurt in a way he didn’t know how to ignore or push away. Both of you spent the night thinking the other wanted space, not realizing you both needed the same thing. 

For everything to go back to the way it was.

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Adrian hadn’t seen you in days, had barely heard from you at all really, and having you, knowing you were his, but still being unable to do anything about it hurt more than when he was longing for you from below your window. You were hurting him again, and more importantly, you were hurting yourself without even realizing. One night, not long after your failed movie date, during a mainly silent patrol, he decided enough was enough. Everything reminded him of you, from the shape of the clouds to the rocks scattered on the ground. He took it all as a sign, and he knew he needed to reach further, needed to pull you back into him, pull you out of your own head like you had done for him when you met. Even though he was afraid it was too late, or that he could never do or be enough for you, he realized it had been too long without seeing you, and on a whim, in a rare burst of confidence, he decided he had to go to you now. He didn’t want to push or pry, but he needed you to know he would still be here, waiting no matter how long it took for you to open back up. 

He couldn’t bring himself to go to his friends, because he knew none of them would understand. Somewhere deep down he knew this wasn’t healthy, this suffocating, desperate need he had for you. He just didn’t care, he couldn’t care about anything as deeply as he cared for you, and he couldn’t bear the thought of hearing Ads or Chris try to convince him to let you go. To find someone else, because for him there would never be anyone else. And he selfishly needed to be the only one for you too. 

“Hey,” Adrian spoke as he cautiously opened your door with a little knock, when he used to just walk right in, sending another pang of guilt cracking through your chest. “I brought you something from patrol.”

You smiled up at him, calling for him to come in. When he sat it was at a cautious respectful distance, holding out a nearly perfectly flat rock in the palm of his hand. You took it, flipping it around in your hands, observing it like it was a precious jewel while Adrian observed you in exactly the same way. He coughed slightly, obviously wanting your attention, which you gave him without a second thought. Watching his face contort with anxiety before you took his hand softly, giving him just enough courage to push through. 

“Did you know male penguins give rocks to their mates when they’re ready to mate for life?” His eyes fix onto yours, a sincere look of worry and pain washing across his face.

“Are you saying you want me for life Adrian?” You ask with a giggle, trying to ignore the memories that flood your head at the tension building between you both again. Adrian scoots closer, his chest rising and falling with frantic breaths as his hands move to hold both of yours and the rock in his. 

“Yes,” His eyes glass over as his lips quiver along with his hands, “I thought you knew that already.”

“I did Adrian, I just wasn’t so sure anymore, I hurt you and I would understand if-” Your voice cracked and your eyes fell away from him, not being able to even say the words.

“I need you back, it feels like you’re here and not here at the same time and it scares me more than going out there every night ever did. I want you back, the you that made me feel right for the first time.” Adrian spoke in a matter of fact tone, sounding more confident than he had since the morning you broke it off with Mark, “I know that I hurt you too, it was an accident but I did, it wasn't your fault and it wasn't mine and I want to find a way past it. I love you and I think you love me too. I want you more than anything, I just can’t keep hurting like this. Every time I reach out for you it feels like you pull away, like you don't want me anymore. That’s why I’m giving you this, so you know I want a life with you whenever you're ready to have me. However freaky our life together is, I want it, I don't care what other people think about it.” 

Before you can stop them, tears start to fall down your cheeks, and Adrian’s hand twitches like he wants to rub them away but he doesn’t. Unsure if you would allow it, and unable to handle the rejection if you didn't.

“I still want you Adrian. I just- I don’t know how to act around you anymore, I fucked up and wasted so much of your time, of our time. I put you through so much pain and made you go through it alone while I tried to forget you all together. I don’t even understand why you still want to be with me after everything I said and did.”

“I still want to be with you because I can’t stand being without you, it hurts too much.” 

“Even though I was with someone else?” Adrian’s hands tighten around yours subconsciously, his jaw clenching so hard you thought it might break his teeth, “Even though I slept with someone else?”

“It makes me want you even more,” His voice, so low it was almost a growl, sent a shiver running down your spine at his words as he rushed to finish speaking before he lost his nerve, “It makes me want to show you who you really belong with. Makes me want to love you harder and better so you never think of anyone else ever again.” His eyes widened as if he didn't mean to tell you that part, like he was afraid it would scare you. “Is that horrible?” 

He asked so softly and with such a scared look on his face that you couldn't help but lean in and capture his lips with yours. 

“No, it's not horrible, a little possessive maybe,” you laugh weakly, your throat wobbling as tears still fall down your cheeks, your lips less than an inch away from his, “but not horrible.”

Adrian let out a strangled sound that mixed with the gasp you let out as he slams his lips into yours. A comfortable feeling washed over you both, blanketing you in warmth and desperation to stay connected for longer. Adrian had lost himself in the feeling of your lips on his in a matter of seconds, melting into you and releasing soft whimpers into your mouth, only noticing how desperate he was when you pulled away from him, standing from the couch as he dissolves further into the cushion, trying to get away from you out of pure embarrassment. Eyes squeezing shut as he tries to calm his aching desire to have you for the first time in months. His need to reclaim you as his sending sparks throughout his entire body, his hands flexing against the couch to control his urge to pull you into his lap and mark your entire body.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to make -”

“No,” Adrian’s eyes locked on your outstretched hand, his breath catching further as you spoke, “I want to be with you again, really with you.”

Adrian’s chest closed in on itself as he shot up into your personal space. Bypassing your hand altogether and grabbing you, pulling your body closer to you, like he needed you to get a full breath.

“Are you sure?” Adrian’s voice shook, his hands unsteady on your waist but unwilling to let go. “We can wait longer if you need it, I can be celibate, I can totally handle that for you.” You giggled at him, making a smile split across his mouth as he stepped impossibly closer to you.  

“I’m sure Adrian, I need to feel close to you.” Adrian’s hands stilled before reaching up to cup your cheeks, tugging your face into his, practically devouring your lips as he shoved you back towards your bedroom with an unashamed moan.

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