A/N: Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime so I write fan fiction on company time (and it’s a non profit dime so it’s even less than a real dime).
I genuinely think Adrian would have both terrible taste in music and great taste. Like all the songs are terrible but there’s something there so you gotta give him some credit.
He calls his partner girlfriend because of the song but everything else is written gender neutral.
Also if you’re interested, here’s my Adrian Chase playlist on Spotify. It’s filled with songs I think either describe him or he’d like:
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Adrian found himself sitting outside his partner’s apartment in his car at 8 AM. Drumming his fingers along to the song he could not wait to show them as he waited for them to come downstairs. He was fresh eyed from a night of patrolling and fully intended to crash as soon as he dropped them off since he had a shift at 3 at Fennel Fields.
He had texted them 5 minutes ago that he was there, but he knew he was early and it was early for them to even be awake. He had learned pretty soon into their relationship that they are not a morning person, neither was he but when it came to them he would be happy at seeing them at any time they let him. Although they did come up with a rule that he couldn’t just show up as Vigilante, as that scared them the first time he showed up at their window. He couldn’t help it, he was always excited to see them and he didn’t think his suit would scare them! They’re not a criminal so there’s no point in them being scared in his opinion. They didn’t see it that way.
All of his friends (coworkers) at Fennel Fields kept telling him what a “drag” it must be that he had to drive his partner everywhere while their car was in the shop. But he didn’t mind and he didn’t understand why he should mind. He loves spending time with them and this was just another way for him to not seem so crazy obsessed with them, but also getting to see them as much as possible.
A risky balance that he is still trying to navigate and definitely struggling with.
He was lucky Adebayo heard Chris give him some, in her words, “terrible terrible advice that was going to get him arrested” and gave him what must have been better advice because after dating for almost 7 months things were still going well. Which, as he has bragged many times to them (both his partner and anyone who will listen) that this is the longest he’s been in a relationship. However, when he told them that, they looked at him with both awe and confusion. He guessed it was hard to believe someone who was 30 hadn’t had a “proper” relationship yet.
Being in a relationship was new to navigate for him. It was hard and tricky and sometimes he said things that upset them and he didn’t understand why they would be upset. Like why would they be upset that he got arrested in order to try to kill his BFF’s father? The man was racist and awful. But he learned, with a lot of guidance, that they were just worried about him and his safety. Which was new to him. It’s been a steep learning curve for himself, but they’ve been incredibly patient with him.
And it’s not that he’s some whiny virgin, it’s just most of the time when he’s having sex it’s with strangers in his Vigilante suit or with a threesome with Chris. It’s been a long time since he's had a typical relationship. He wasn’t really interested in relationships anyway until he met his partner.
It was hard to admit but sometimes Chris would get mad at him, for no good reason in Adrian’s opinion, and would make a comment that he couldn’t believe that someone was dating him - not just fucking him, but actually swear to God dating him. He tried to not let it bother him, but sometimes when it was just him in his thoughts he did start to wonder if Chris was right.
However, somehow they were always able to make those thoughts go away. They enjoyed being around him, they enjoyed texting him, and they enjoyed making out with him.
It was much easier to convince himself to stay and hangout with them instead of going out as Vigilante when he was already with them. Which, of course, crime couldn’t wait, but ever since saving the world from alien butterflies he had decided maybe he did deserve a little break.
Isn’t that the way superheroes stories go? He thought to himself, he gets to be with someone then they’ll be kidnapped but he’ll be the hero and rescue them and they’ll live happily ever after?
To him it takes so much effort for him to just not kill people who look at them like they want to be with them. He knows he needs to wait till they commit a crime before killing them, but sometimes he feels like he should be allowed to bend his own rules. Especially when it comes to people looking at his partner.
It’s barely another minute when the song replays and he drags himself out of his thoughts and he finally sees them leave their apartment building. A frown etched on their face until their eyes landed on his Sebring. Even though he’s not fully sure if they can see him through the tinted windows clearly their face lights up with a smile that he can’t help but return.
As quickly as he can he rushes out of his car in order to open the passenger side for his partner. Adrian watches them as they come closer, their smile turning more bashful and face a little flush. Once they're close enough they lean in and kiss his check, an appropriate thank you for opening their door as they slide into his car.
“Good morning my darling angel baby! How is your morning going?” He asks with a knowing look, his partner rolls their eyes with a kind smile as they get into the car.
“Much better now that I’m here with you, Ades.” Adrian, satisfied with that answer, shuts their door and rushes back to his side. Which is his least favorite part of their mornings, one time he tried to slide across the hood of his car to make the time apart shorter, but he ended up hurting himself, so he promised to not try it again.
He may or may not still be practicing that move while out on patrol on random cars when no one was around, hoping soon he’ll be able to impress them with his raw talent and sex appeal.
Once in the car he immediately starts talking doing his usual trying to stall driving away for as long as possible. One leg remains on the floor when he turns to face them, the other crossed. In no time his hand finds anywhere he can reach - squeezing their hand, touching their cheek sweetly, playing with the collar on their shirt. All while he talks away about nothing.
He’s not even really sure what all he’s saying, but he notices their eyes continuously flicking to his phone that’s plugged into the aux while nodding. That’s when he realizes that they’ve noticed the repeating song.
“Do you like this song? It reminds me of you!” He immediately asks, eyes wide behind his glasses, his smile falls just for a second when they let out a laugh. It’s not a mean laugh, Adrian knows those well from Chris, but there’s something about that Adrian knows doesn’t line up with what he said.
“I’m sorry, Adrian. This song reminds you of me? This one that’s playing right now?” They said with a laugh. He can tell they’re not taking him seriously.
“Yes, it does!” He slightly pouts.
“You’re telling me that the song, Cupid’s Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes, reminds you of me?” They asked.
“Yes!”
“Adrian!” They sound almost exasperated to Adrian, but that still doesn’t feel right to him.
“What?”
“This song is terrible!” For a second he’s stunned but then he realizes that they just don’t get it, maybe they haven’t listened to it enough like he has. He had just found the song last week, what were the odds they had already heard it?
“It is not terrible! The lyrics are very true and speak to me! Especially about you!”
“Like what?” They tease. Adrian scrambles for his phone, opening up the lyrics which he had opened because he assumed they’d like the song and want to sing along with him.
“‘I love it when she calls my phone’, ‘she’s got a smile that’ll make that’ll make the most senile annoying old man bite his tongue’ and ‘she’s got the cutest laugh I ever heard!’” Adrian read out. “Those are just three lines, but you’re telling me those don’t describe you!”
Adrian watches them closely, waiting for it to click in their brain why he would hear this song and think of them, but they just keep looking at him like he’s crazy.
He suddenly has a thought that maybe Chris is right about him, maybe he’s too much for a relationship, too weird, too difficult to understand. He hates second guessing himself, especially when it comes to missions and his choices, but as he tries to explain his reasoning for the song he becomes more and more insecure as his partner's expression doesn’t change.
He’s confused and growing frustrated, the song is good and it reminds him of them. He just wants them to understand that, but he’s worried if he sticks by the song too much they’ll start to think that maybe he’s terrible like the song.
“Adrian…” They start, but he doesn’t let them finish, whether it’s from self preservation or defense neither of them are sure.
“I mean it’s just a song, right? And if it reminds me of you I mean it doesn’t have to?”
“Adrian.” They try again, but he keeps going.
“Chris is always saying my music taste is shit and Jon never lets me have the aux in the van during missions, so maybe my taste is just bad. But maybe my music taste being bad doesn’t have to mean that the song doesn’t describe how I feel about you.”
“Adrian.”
“I could make you a whole playlist of songs that remind me of you, but there’s just something about this song like you’re my girlfriend! The only one I got, like the song!”
“I better be.” They try saying with a laugh, but Adrian keeps going.
“Of course! And he says that ‘I love it when she calls my phone!’ Which is true! I mean, everyone in my phone has a special ringtone, but yours is extra special!”
Adrian has completely lost sight of his partner and the conversation, his vision is tunneled as all he cares about is making sure his partner understands the song. Understand why he likes it, why it reminds him of them, and maybe understand him even more. He’s completely blind to the growing smile on his partner's face.
“I just really think if you listened to the song maybe 10 more times-” He starts, but is finally interrupted.
“Adrian, baby, listen.” He finally stops and slowly looks at them. “I think it’s sweet that you think this song reminds you of me, I shouldn’t have laughed. I’m sorry. It’s just not my taste in music, but it doesn’t mean it’s not good.” They said and slowly Adrian’s smile came back to his face.
“Oh, yeah I guess that makes sense.” He said starting the car up. “Do you have time before work to grab breakfast?” His partner smiles and laughs, always seemingly astonished at how quickly he lets things go, but in his mind it’s solved so why bother with it.
“Sure, Adrian, let’s get some breakfast.” They smiled, already assuming that’s why he had been an hour early to pick them up for work. He always tried to play it cool, but he was never cool.
Hiya, Friends! It's Sunday again. I'm not in the best headspace for going into a new week, but what else is new? In writing news, I have no idea what I'm doing and the words just aren't working for or with me. Oh well. See what I mean under the cut, but first:
Thanks for the tags @artsyunderstudy, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @johnwgrey, @onepintobean, @shrek-gogurt, @hushed-chorus, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe!! I've loved seeing what everyone is up to! You are all amazing and talented and I am in awe of everything you do!
The last time I did a WIPsday, I posted from Baz's POV so I wanted to do Simon's POV today. Unfortunately, I don't have a block of consecutive sentences that I like enough to post, so here are some disjointed ones:
I should have gone for quick, sneak attacks rather than a showy assault if I’d wanted a proper cat-and-mouse.
That’s okay, I can fix it. I love fixing it.
“Do you yield?” Baz murmurs, a low rumble next to my ear, and I grin.
I glance up at him as my wings burst free of the waning magic that held them, “Do you?”
He gets this look in his eyes sometimes like he wants to devour me. He’s got that look now, and I can’t contain my smile.
Not sure if I like my Simon yet. I don't think I have his voice settled as much as Baz's.
No tags to post, because it's late and I think at this point probably everyone who wants to post has done it. I hope everyone had a lovely weekend and are more prepared for this week than I am! Sending hugs and love to everyone who needs or wants it. Take care of yourselves!
Grudgingly agreeing to his quest, they geared up and said their goodbyes to their friends, and they departed from the Firefly HQ. Lev and Abby travel to what used to be Los Angeles, and they come across a militant style base set up in the middle of an old Quarantine Zone, destroyed, rebuilt, and now host to a faction called The Saviors. They were a brutal, bully, type of gang who had viciously and disgustingly stayed alive through cheating, backstabbing, robbing, murdering, or anything else they had to do. They would put out fake broadcasts to lure in unsuspecting survivors to come find them, only to be robbed, killed, or worse.
Being ambushed without a warning, and having caged infected let loose upon them, Abby and Lev had to fend off their attackers, killing anyone in their way. Abby being a militant weapons expert, and Lev with his few but packed years of bow and knife training, were able to carve their way through the city, weaving in and out of buildings, subway systems, and eventually climbing the Wilshire Grand Center Tower, where the leader of the Saviors had scurried in hopes of safety with a band of his own.
So I wrote this, I have no idea whats up with me and sad fics lately...sorry.
Implied Destiel, Implied Car crash, Character death.
Castiel didn’t remember the impact. It was sudden and jerked him and the other two people in the car to the right. Smacking his head against the window so harshly it shattered under the force of the impact.
He also didn’t remember what happened after, though Sam did try to tell him that they all just sat in agony for a while, as the bus driver and his passengers called for help.
He didn’t remember being put in the ambulance, but he did remember waking up halfway there and the paramedic demanding he stop moving, because he was lucky to have even been alive.
He didn’t remember much of the first three weeks after the accident, they said concussions can do that, but He did remembered pain killers. Lots and lots of pain killers.
He didn’t remember the times Sam came to check on him, just to make sure he was still breathing. But he did remember hearing a doctor talking to a nurse outside his door about how one of the boys in the crash didn’t make it.
Looking back on it now, he couldn’t remember how long he had been in the hospital, but he did remember having to leave in a suit so he could go to his friend’s funeral.
As a side effect of his concussion, he couldn’t remember that this person used to be a lot more than just his friend. But he did know that somehow, this empty feeling in his chest would never be filled.
