i'm making too many for tumblr to keep up đ what do i say whenever i upload these all at once?! another batch of doodles!? and i know it's crazy, but they really are quick. if i leave them messy or simple like this, it's like a doodle for me!
Summary: Sleeping over at Adrianâs, you run into his brother Gut.
Tags/warnings: x female reader, swearing, sex references/ suggestive
Notes: Based off of this post by @fartknockerz hope you like it!!! I think something possessed me writing this!
Eyes fluttering open, you tried to adjust to the darkness, tilting your head up to see Adrian soundly asleep.
He always looked light as he slept, you sighed happily, body aching in the best way.
Turning to your right you noticed the bare space where your glass of water typically sat on the beside table, youâd forgotten, evidently too wrapped up in Adrian for it to cross your mind.
Carefully prying yourself away and out of your boyfriendâs arms, you padded down the hallway, avoiding the floorboard that always creaked far too loudly.
Though Adrian was a relatively deep sleeper, you didnât want to risk waking him up, heâd had a long day and despite how much he willed himself awake claiming he âwasnât even that tiredâ so he could keep talking to you, he needed to rest.
Throat hoarse, you reached up towards the cabinet grabbed a glass and trotted towards the sink, filling it with water. You froze just before your lips touched your glass.
Footsteps.
Right outside the front door.
Fuck!
Cursing the fact that you didnât have your boyfriendâs instincts and regretting the last time youâd turned down a brush up on self-defence tactics -you were definitely too rusty to be able to take someone in a fight and win- your body seized up, mouth ran utterly dry, unable to let out more than a indecipherable croak.
Kitchen -you were in the kitchen- you thought, pulling back to the moment.
You backed away slowly, wordlessly, fumbling as you reached for a knife with one hand whilst carefully placing your glass down on the counter with the other.
Maybe you were too out of practice to fistfight but armed, youâd have a fair chance.
Clutching the handle tight, you manoeuvred yourself into an optimal fighting stance remembering vaguely when you and Adrian practiced, heat rushing to your cheeks as your mind flashed with images of what happened after.
Stay focused you reminded yourself, taking a deep breath.
Just as you attempted to prepare yourself for the upcoming fight, keys jangled.
Keys. An intruder wouldnât have keys.
With a groan, the door opened, revealing a man with a familiar head of dark hair.
Oh.
Oh shit.
That was a face you recognized, a face youâd found yourself scowling at whenever youâd pass the multiple framed pictures hung on the wall and on top of the mantle of the Chase home, a face youâd thankfully never had the displeasure of seeing in person- until now.
Gut Chase.
Your knife clattered to the floor, slicing part of the skin on your pinkie toe and leaving a steady trickle of blood.
âAh! Fuck- shit!â you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut in pain, your voice was surely working now.
âWhat the fuck!â he exclaimed, âWho the fuck are you? You-â then, something clicked in his brain as he took in the sight of your oversized kingdom hearts shirt, âoh?â
âOh.â It was Adrianâs, heâd made fun of that very shirt countless times over the years and now it was on you, âNo fucking way!â
He laughed, wildly, as Adrian often did, but it didnât have the same earnest sweetness of his wild laugh, this was cold and condescending.
âThimble got a girlfriend?! Either that or youâre a prostitute but prostitutes donât typically spend the night or wear the lame-ass dorky shirts of a guyâs weirdo brother.â
âYou must be Gut.â you stated bluntly, the name leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.
âAnd you are way too good for my brother.â he whistled, exaggeratedly raking his eyes up and down your curves.
Immediately recalling your state of dress, you grabbed the hem of your boyfriendâs shirt and pulled it down, holding it tight past your thighs.
In doing so, the neckline lowered, revealing a series of dark purple marks Adrian had littered on your collarbone hours earlier.
Guyâs eyebrows rose. You squinted, confused, then your eyes widened in understanding.
Swiftly, you moved one hand up and away from the bottom of your shirt to snap against the marks.
You knew you needed to pick up the knife and assess your wound but you shook that thought away, having to bend down right now would not be helpful in the slightest.
âOh Gut, honey, youâre home.â Mrs Chase smiled as she walked into the room before pulling her son into an intense hug.
Adrianâs eyes snapped open, his body finally alerted to the lack of warmth and weight beside him, you were no longer in his arms.
A sharp intake of breath and he rolled out of his bed, he could be logical, most likely youâd popped to the bathroom or went to get a glass of water, but he had to see it for himself. Otherwise, he would start catastrophizing.
Shuffling his way through the house, he reached the kitchenâŠ
âWhat the fuck!â
There was Adrian, in nothing but his boxers, matching bruises along his chest and neck, curls sticking up in every which way. His eyes grew scrutinzing, as he attempted to understand the situation.
His brother was here.
You were here. Fuck.
And your nose was scrunched, body closed off- clearly uncomfortable.
He gaped then snapped, âNope, nuh-uh, no way this is happening!â
Seeing Gutâs smirk, he pushed him back, standing between the two of you.
You did not consent to his family seeing you half naked, his chest heavy, his voice was dark, abrasive, âYou can stay the fuck away from my girlfriend!â
âAdrian!â his mom gasped.
âChill out little bro! Iâm not gonna try anything,â he put his hands up and scoffed, a smile still lingering on his lips.
âUnless she wants me to.â he mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for Adrian to hear.
Adrian huffed-
âAde,â you interrupted, placing your hand on his wrist, holding him back, âitâs okay.â
âWait- âAdeâ -Shit am I hallucinating!?â Gut snickered.
Jaw twitching, Adrian took a breath and turned away from Gut and towards you, he softened.
âYouâre bleeding.â he said, eyes wide, looking down.
You tilted your head in confusion, then followed Adrianâs gaze to the scrape on your toe. Suddenly, the adrenaline wore off and the throbbing pain resumed, you stifled a whine.
âOh, honey.â Mrs. Chase held her hand over her heart in sympathy.
âI thought there was a burglar or something and I got startled.â you muttered.
âHonestly, who the fuck comes unannounced in the middle of the night!â Adrian glared at his brother, picking up the knife and chucking it in the sink for the morning.
He couldnât stand one more second, heâd be damned if Gut said anything snide towards you.
âOkay, weâre going back to bed, Sweetheart.â he said whilst gently, but firmly hoisting you over his shoulder.
âWait- but I didnât get my drink.â you protested as he walked you towards his room, closing the door behind him, placing you carefully back on the bed and decidedly away from Gut fucking Chase.
âIâll get it for you, donât worry,â he whispered in your ear and kissed your forehead, âafter I patch you up.â
He tumbled over reaching for the small first-aid kit he kept under his bed, grumbling about his fuckass brother.
âWe have matching pinkie wounds now.â you teased, wiggling your toes, you winced and Adrian gave you a pointed look. You shrugged sheepishly, at least you drew his focus away from Gut.
âWell mine was partially hacked off by an alien who had taken over the body of a US senator, with a ridiculously blunt blade, I think theyâre a little different, babe.â he grinned, untamed, as he picked out an antiseptic wipe and band-aid without wavering his gaze on you.
You smiled wide despite the sting as he began to clean your wound- precise, rough and gentle at the same time, an inexplicable contradiction, that was your Adrian and you didnât want him any other way.
