Summary: Chris is in denail. He claims you don't exsist, you do and he knows it.
Pairing: Adrian Chase X Female Reader
WordCount: 290
Content: Brief mention to sex, strong language
A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here! Did I fail my last blurb challenge? Yes, am I attempting it again? Also yes. Will I succeed this time? I hope so.
You can read the rest here! Day 3, here we go!
“You don’t have a girlfriend, Adrian.” Adrian stood, mouth agape. Adrian didn’t understand why he would lie about having a girlfriend as amazing and awesome as you. To Adrian, it seemed like a pretty stupid thing to lie about. All Chris needed to do was locate you and ask.
“Yeah, I do. She’s smokin’ hot, and she’s also super intelligent; she’s got a degree. She also likes listening to my bird facts.” Adrian frowned at Chris's boisterous laughter. Nothing about this conversation was remotely funny.
“Paying someone to hang out with you doesn’t mean you're in a relationship.”
“I don’t pay her anything! She actually likes me,” Chris scoffed. “You’re jealous, I’ve found someone! I don’t have to have casual sex to fulfil a void.”
“I could have anyone I wanted.”
“Except Harcourt is unavailable.”
“Would you shut the fuck? You know nothing!”
“I know my relationship is healthier than yours will ever be.”
“There is no girlfriend!” Adrian flipped through the contacts in his phone until he reached your contact. He pressed the button hastily, waiting for the phone to ring.
Once
Twice
“Adrian.”
“Babe, will you tell him?”Your eyes rolled as you leaned on the kitchen counter.
“Please tell me we’re not having this conversation again.”
“He said I’m paying you.” Rubbing your forehead , you took a breath to compose yourself.
“Chris, we’ve been together for two fucking years, at some point you’re going to have to get used to it. Now, can you stop winding Adrian up, please?”
“There’s something suspicious going on. There is no way you’re willingly with someone like Adrian!”
“I don’t care what you think! Now, can you leave him alone so he can come home, please?”
Summary: After a long mission, Harcourt insists on a debrief in a cramped hotel room. Adrian realises it's the perfect excuse to have you sit in his lap. Except Chris can't stand you two being affectionate with each other...
Pairing: Adrian Chase x Female Reader
WordCount: 598
Prompt: Adrian offers you his lap as a seat.
Warnings: N/A
A/N: 30 Days of 30 Drabbles for my 30th Birthday. If you'd like to see a part 2 of this or more with these two. Let me know.
Continuation of this Drabble. Also based on this Headcanon
Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!
The mission had been a total disaster. Your information was wrong. Your source had fled the second you caught on. It was a disaster, catastrophic. Everyone was battered, bruised and so desperate for their beds.
All you wanted was to go back to the hotel, take a bath with Adrian, eat something and rest.
Yet Harcourt had to insist on a debrief.
Dragging your body into her hotel room, you struggled you were about to sit down on the adjacent bed, when Adrian waved you over.
“Babe, here, you can sit on my lap.” A weak smile etched on your lips, you make your way over to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down on top of him. Your body relaxed into his warmth. Adrian always ran warm. Eyes fluttering closed as you leaned into the curve of Adrian’s neck.
Adrian was safe. Adrian was home.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Your eyes snapped open, and Chris was glaring at the two of you again. You’d never encountered someone so anti PDA before. Which was peculiar to you, coming from the man who frequented threesomes.
“Don’t start this again,” You warned, glaring like a razor-sharp knife. Your body was aching, beat up and bruised, but you’d find the strength to shut him up.
“It’s totally inappropriate.”
“Dude, the only person who has a problem with this is you,” Adebayo replied. You observed Chris give Harcourt a look to back him up, but she shook her head.
“Don’t look at me. As long as it doesn’t affect their work, I don’t care.” Christopher rolled his eyes.
“See, can we get on with the debrief now?” Chris rolled his eyes as the debrief commenced, eyes struggling to stay open, bodies tired and worn. Your eyes struggled to stay open, and Adrian’s hand trailed up and down your back in smooth circles.
“Don’t listen to him, babe. Do you know it’s been four months since he’s gotten laid? I get grouchy after a couple of days.” Adrian whispered as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. You didn’t hide the smirk as you regained focus on the conversation.
“Can you both fucking stop. Whispering amongst each other. What trading secrets now?”
“One, she didn’t say anything. Two, I simply stated the obvious; you're so hellbent on watching us all the time because you can’t get any yourself!”
“That’s bullshit!”
“Is it?”
“It’s either that or jealousy? I get it, man, I have a super hot, amazing girlfriend. Who wouldn’t want to be with her? The problem is she’s mine. Best-friend or not, you’re not taking her from me.”
“Why would I want someone like her?” Sometimes you forget how quickly Adrian’s reflexes are. Suddenly, you were sitting on a mattress, and Adrian and Chris were suddenly toe-to-toe. Adrian’s face turned red.
“Don’t disrespect her! Because if I have to choose, it’s her every time.”
“Yeah’ll you’re not my best friend, Eagly is” Adrian’s face suddenly dropped, as he left the room without another word. Suddenly, everyone was awake, staring directly at Chris.
“Why can’t you just let him be happy? All he wants is your approval, and yet instead of being happy for him, you have to make it about yourself! Next time you have a problem, why don’t you take it out on me? At least I don’t give a shit what you think.” You rose from your seat, ignoring the aches and pains, now worried about Adrian.
“I’ll go sort out your mess, while you think about what you’ve done.”
Featuring platonic!Peacemaker, Goff, and the rest of the 11th Street Kids
Adrian Chase Masterlist
Prompt: You’re a civilian with a superhero boyfriend. It was working out pretty well for you both until one day when you’re hanging out in his best friend’s trailer and you get stuck in the crossfire. This is based on episode 6.
Warnings: Mentions of guns, Cannon compliment jokes, language, and violence, joking references to m-preg and daddy kinks (this is Adrian and Chris we’re talking about and it’s based on the butterfly interrogation scene lol), Angst with a happy ending
A/N: Hey Guys! Cannot believe this is my first full fic I’ve been able to finish since last August…11 months! This year has been pretty nuts for me, but I miss my man :)))) ❤️🧜♂️❤️ (Also the part in italics is a flashback if that’s not clear.)
“Come in Adrian!” You heard a voice coming from the trailer as your boyfriend knocked.
“How did you know it was me?” Adrian asked.
“You knock in a very annoying way. Hi, (Y/N).” Chris said as you walked into his place.
“I’m sorry.” You placed a hand on Adrian’s shoulder.
“Well I think it it’s cute.” You smiled at him. He smiled down at you, breaking into an infectious smile. Your own smile only grew. “Hi, Chris.” You said turning to look at Peacemaker. Today was your day off and Adrian wanted to get wasted at the trailer. Despite not always getting along, you were pretty good friends with Chris so you loved going to his place with Adrian to hang out. When you got there he was in his super suit. This was no surprise to you. Adrian had brought his as well. Usually a day at Chris’ meant at least an hour would be spent doing target practice or what you liked to call watching your two favorite idiots fuck around.
You had learned about Vigilante not too long into dating Adrian. It wasn’t hard to figure out. You loved him, but he was an awful liar. One slip up lead to another and suddenly it was 3am and Vigilante was knocking on your door. You’d had a nightmare and called Adrian because you knew he was a night owl. You woke up hyperventilating and sweating, too scared to go back to sleep. You just wanted to hear his voice, but you weren’t gonna complain when he said he couldn’t sleep either and was on a late night walk by your apartment. You didn’t question how weird that sounded, you just wanted to be with him so you said he could come over. What you didn’t know was that he was actually on patrol on your side of town. He meant to change, before reaching your door, but somehow he was in such a hurry to get to you he just forgot. He didn’t realize when you screamed upon opening the door, already shaken up from your nightmare and now confused as to why the news’ least favorite costumed crime fighter was at your apartment. He screamed back at you.
“What are you screaming about?!” Vigilante asked.
“What am I screaming about?! What are you screaming about?!”
“Okay! Stop screaming! I am really confused right now!”
The more you thought about it the more you realized you knew that voice.
“…Adrian…”
“Of course it’s me! I know it’s late and it’s dark, but is it that hard to recognize me? I think you might need to check your eyes again, Bug-a-boo.”
One of those silly nicknames you loved. It was Adrian.
“…mask…”
You saw his eyes go wide behind the tinted red visor. His gloved hands went up to touch his face. He’d forgotten.
“Oh shit…” He said under his breath. “I- I don’t know who Adrian is…who’s that? I’m sorry I scared you, innocent civilian. I was just out doing my patrol duties and I-“
“Adrian…” You started to tear up.
“I told you I’m not Adrian. I’m Vigilante. Common mistake. Both names sound like super similar actually-“
“Adrian…” You cut him off again, bursting into tears, hugging him. He sighs.
You stared at a jar on Chris’ table. It had some sort of bug in it. It was a species you’d never seen before.
“What’s that?” You asked.
“You kept Goff?” Adrian questioned.
“Is that like the name of the bug or did you guys name it?” You keep staring, confused. It almost seems to stare back at you.
“That’s his name. We found him in a shitty politician.” Adrian answered. In him…? You didn’t want to know so you decided not to press as the boys continued to argue about keeping Goff as a dangerous pet.
“Why is he dangerous? Is he invasive?” You questioned.
“You could say that!” Adrian joked.
“Where is it from?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t think they came from our solar system. I feel like NASA would have figured that out by now, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were fucking lying to us.” Chris said on the verge of telling another conspiracy theory.
“What…?” You finally broke your gaze from Goff.
“Don’t even fucking get me started on the moon landing and-“
“No, I mean this- this is an alien?” You cut off Chris. You turn to Adrian. “You’re fighting aliens?!”
“Yeah! How cool is that?!” His face lit up.
“So fucking cool!” You started nerding out with your boyfriend until your attention was drawn to Goff who was drawing a peace sign on the jar in some sort of weird goo. The three of you, after taking about a minute to freak out, sat on the couch to investigate. You sat in between Chris and Adrian. You were hoping this would keep them from arguing, but it did nothing of the sort. Before you knew it your head was resting on the back of the couch as the two guys argued above you. “Will you guys just kiss and make up already?! Jesus! Get a room! Chris you gotta have more patients and at least try to see his point of view. Adrian, baby, we have to ask yes or no questions because Goff can’t speak to us verbally and we don’t have an alphabet for him to spell things out with.”
“What if we got like an ouija board and just let him move the little triangle thing around?” Adrian wondered.
“I think that’s a great idea, but we don’t have one right now, so just while we’re limited on time we gotta keep it to yes or no questions, alright? Think of it like that pendulum thing I showed you. It can only swing so many ways like how Goff can only tap so many times.” Adrian finally seemed to understand. One of your favorite things to do together was info dump about your interests. Not too long ago you’d had a really big hyperfixation on ghosts, which is probably where he’d gotten the idea for the ouija board in the first place. It wasn’t that he was stupid, he was often just running a marathon in his head to find different solutions to the problems everyone else had already given up on. While he was trying to figure out a solution, everybody thought he was an idiot for even trying. That was one of the many reasons you and Adrian worked so well together. You both understood how the other person’s brain worked.
“Okay. Goff, are you here to put babies in us like in alien?”
Two taps: No.
Adrian sighs.
“Dude, you’re upset about that?” Chris asks.
“Well how else am I gonna experience motherhood?” Your boyfriend asked sadly. You rested your hand on his knee.
“I’m sorry, baby. But you know what? Maybe one day you can be a really incredible dad to our kids.” You blushed.
“You think I’d be an incredible dad?” He asked in awe.
“I think you’d be the most incredible dad.” You kiss him as Chris gags.
“Now it’s my turn to say get a room and not one in my trailer. I don’t want you guys fucking roleplaying your daddy m-preg shit in my bathroom.” Chris rolled his eyes.
“Oh my god that is not what I meant! Please can we just get back to the alien bug sitting on your coffee table?!” You exclaimed.
One tap: Yes.
“See! Even Goff agrees you’re being ridiculous!” You tell him.
“I am not!” Chris started to argue like a toddler.
Two taps: No.
“You’re acting like a toddler.”
One tap: Yes.
“Woah! It’s like Goff’s on (Y/N)’s side.” You smiled at Adrian’s amusement.
One Tap: Yes.
“You are not helping me here.” Chris whispered in a harsh tone to the jar.
One Tap: Yes.
You laughed. “Goff, do you wanna be friends?”
One Tap: Yes.
As you and Adrian continued to argue with Chris, much to Goff’s amusement, Adrian’s phone started to ring.
“Who is this…Vigilante? I- I don’t know that person. That’s um- is that even a name? I’m- sounds Italian and I’m- I’m- I’m American, so I can’t even-“ Chris ripped the phone from his hand and you gave him a sympathetic look.
“Babe, you really gotta get better at lying.”
“I’m great at lying!” You gave him a smile.
“Okay, honey.”
“I am!”
“A month after we started dating you showed up at my door fully suited up, completely forgetting to change after patrol.”
“That’s because I wanted to. It was my way of telling you.” He was obviously lying again
“Okay, honey.” You smiled as Chris shushed you. He was panicked, far more panicked than usual.
“What’s happening?” You questioned, starting to get nervous.
“The entire police force of Evergreen is outside right now. This place is fucking crawling with cops.” Chris whispered, opening his sunroof.
“Are we gonna fucking crawl up there?!” You whisper yelled, trying to keep your voice down. You were a civilian and despite hanging around superheroes you had never been in on the action yourself.
Adrian grabbed your hand. “It’s gonna be okay.” He tried to give you reassurance, despite not quite knowing what they were up against. “I need you to promise me you’ll stick by me, okay?” You stared at the roof in fear. “(Y/N), I need you to promise me.” Adrian looked at you desperately searching for an agreement.
“O-okay” You stuttered, your mind barley able to process what was happening. Chris climbs through helping pull you up as Adrian lifts you through the hole. You were so scared you didn’t even really notice Adrian had Goff tied to him with duct tape. Chris started climbing in a nearby tree. Adrian pushed you towards it. You shook your head at him, giving him a face that said ‘There is no way in hell I’m doing this’.
“I’m not gonna let you fall.” He promised. So much for that. Not long into climbing Adrian himself fell out of the tree. Usually you would find his clumsiness cute, but now was not the time. Chris put his free hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.
“Oh fuck…I’m okay…” He said, a little out of it, just having at the wind knocked out of him. Of fuck. Goff. This is when you fully process the glass jar taped to Adrian’s back…the broken glass jar. Chris quickly helps you get down. You run to Adrian.
“Are you okay?!”
“I’m okay, I promise.” Adrian reassures you.
“DON’T MOVE!” The police detective yelled, pointing her gun at you. Adrian rested one hand on his hip, close to his knife and the other on your back so he could push you underneath him in a second if bullets started flying. You were terrified. You didn’t even notice Goff flying towards the woman until he started to fly into her mouth. Now you knew what Adrian meant by in the senator. Blood started pouring out of her mouth.
“What the fuck?!” You yelled in shock as Chris and Adrian started pulling you up from the ground. Everything was happening too fast. Suddenly you were running through the woods. Bullets were flying. Knives were being thrown.
“At worst, he’s paralyzed!” Adrian’s voice barley broke through to your clouded mind. You could see a clearing up ahead. Just get to the clearing. You can do it. Just get to the clearing. You saw Chris stop in front of you. He had a gun pointed directly at him. Then another. You and Adrian stop behind Chris. You’re surrounded. Adrian keeps you close. Then one of them falls to the ground. You grab onto Adrian’s back, not wanting to limit the movement of his arms. He reaches behind himself to put a hand on you. You turned to see another policeman had shot the guy who was pointing a gun at you.
“What the fuck?!” You yelled, trying to keep your panic down.
“Do you wanna ask stupid questions or do you wanna live?” He asked you as you hid behind Adrian again.
Chris and Adrian pulled you away from the scene as the man shot the defenseless low level cops on the ground. He mocked their cries as he shot them. Chris and Adrian brought you to a car the man had told you about. A getaway car that was waiting for you just down the road at the edge of the woods. Adrian shoved you into the car. You sat in the back seat with him as he continued to argue with Chris, even throwing his phone out the window at one point. He kept an arm around your shaking body. Eagly was squawking in the passenger seat. It was all too much.
“SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU PLEASE.” You started to cry. “I LOVE YOU BOTH, BUT PLEASE! FUCK!”
Adrian placed a kiss to your forehead gently starting to rub your arm. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not you. Usually I wouldn’t care, but what the fuck is happening?! Is the detective fucking dead?! Like is that what they do?! Just like fucking drill into your skull through your mouth and play Ratatouille?!”
“They can go through your butt too…” Adrian said quietly.
“Oh great! So glad! That must be so much more pleasant!” Adrian went to open his mouth, but you knew what he was gonna say. “Yes, I’m being sarcastic!”
“Okay. Thank you for specifying. Let’s just breathe. Can you do that? Can you breathe with me?” Adrian asks, starting to exaggerate his breathing for you to follow. He knew you were starting to get worked up. You always got upset when you were confused, but this was an entirely new level with an added sense of extreme terror and danger. You try to follow his breathing. “In and out. Good job.”
“Forget about the aliens I wanna know what the fuck was up with that one cop!” Chris questions from the driver’s seat, now done using Adrian’s phone to call headquarters.
“You mean you didn’t fucking know that guy?!” You question.
“No! Why would I just know a crazy fucker at the police station?!” Chris yells.
“I don’t know! Maybe the fact that he gave you a car?! You know some pretty weird fucking people! I’ve never met King Shark!” You scream, letting out a sigh, leaning further into Adrian’s touch as he kisses your forehead again, still trying to calm you.
The rest of your short drive to headquarters was mostly spent in silence. You had never been there, but you knew where it was. You were the only person Adrian told everything to. You walked into headquarters quickly, not wanting to be seen stashing the getaway car.
“What the fuck just happened?!” Chris yelled bursting into headaquarters.
“Who’s the civilian? I don’t think I have to remind you of the privacy of this mission.” A man who seemed to be in charge asked as you tried to make yourself small feeling scared and embarrassed. You think you remember Adrian saying his name was Murn.
“They’re my partner.” Adrian told the team.
“You have a partner?” The man who was absolutely John Economos asked. He was even taller than you imagined.
“I told you I had a partner. You knew about them.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think they were real.” John laughed at his own joke.
“Um…hi. Sorry. Very real partner over here, what the fuck is happening?!” You interrupted. They all exchanged a series of looks you couldn’t read before one of them spoke up.
“Hi my name’s Leota. Why don’t we go talk in the other room for a bit?” You didn’t answer her, you just squeezed Adrian’s hand, not wanting to be separated from him.
“It’s okay. You can go. I’ll just be a few minutes. I promise you can trust her. Eagly does!” Adrian smiled at you.
“I guess he’s pretty good judge of character.” You joked, giving Adrian a smile.
“It’s okay. We’re safe here. Here, take this.” He reached for the back of his chair and grabbed a sweater he’d accidentally left there. He wrapped it around you. He knew how much you loved to wear his clothes. You were happy to be surrounded by his smell. You sighed, calming a little bit. “I won’t be long and I’m not gonna leave the building. I promise.” You nodded, reluctantly following Leota.
“Harcourt you handle this. Peacemaker, Economos in my office now.” You heard as you walked up the stairs. As Leota was answering some of your questions Harcourt and Adrian were downstairs having a very difficult conversation.
“You don’t look so happy. I thought you loved violence. I thought you said it was awesome.” Harcourt started, her voice thick with sarcasm. Adrian missed it yet again.
“Not when they’re involved.”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have involved them then.”
“I didn’t mean to! I’m not normal. I know and usually I don’t care, but they are the only thing in my life that makes me feel normal- the only part of my life that feels normal. Even…even when I’m just Adrian Chase, the busboy at fennel fields, everybody acts like I’m a fucking freak or some big burden. But not them. They let me be myself. They like me! They’re separate from all of this. I should be allowed to have this one thing.”
Harcourt’s face softened. “You should be and I’m sorry…but that’s not how this life works. I know you want to keep them safe. It’s only gonna get more dangerous from here. You know what you have to do, right?”
“I’m not doing it.”
“Look…” Harcourt paused taking a deep breath. “Adrian…I’m sorry. Doing what we do- it isn’t easy.” She used his real name. He thinks this might even been the first time she’s really called him anything other than Vigilante, psycho, or dumb shit.
While they were talking downstairs you were upstairs asking all sorts of questions to Leota about the butterflies. She was answering as much as she could until Adrian knocked on the door. “Can I have a minute alone with (Y/N)?” He asked.
“Of course. Let me know if either of you need anything.” She smiled at you on the way out.
“She’s nice. I’m sorry I freaked out earlier. I think I finally have a handle on everything now.” You smiled at him, but he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were glued to the ground. “Ade, what’s wrong?” You asked.
“I’m breaking up with you…”
“Yeah haha very funny. Now, what actually happened downstairs?” He stayed silent. “You’re serious? Adrian, you’re not breaking up with me.”
“Yeah I am actually.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to date you anymore.”
“That’s not true. You’re an awful fucking liar, so look at me and tell me why you’re breaking up with me.”
“I already told you why.” He was starting to get choked up.
“Adrian, I love you.”
“I love you too-“
“Then don’t break up with me!” You cut him off.
“I have to!”
“Why?!”
“I need to keep you safe!” He raised his voice at you. He’d never raised his voice at you like that before. You started crying.
“Why don’t I get a choice?! What about what I want?! Shouldn’t it be my choice?! Adrian, I don’t give a fuck if it’s dangerous! Before I met you my life was awful! I was a freak! You are the only person who makes me feel like I can be my fucking self! You are the only person I don’t feel like a fucking inconvince around! The only one who understands me! Why can’t we just have this one fucking thing?!” You yelled.
He laughs through the few tears that had just started falling down his cheeks. “That’s what I said.” He sighs, sitting on the couch, wrapping you in his arms. “I’m sorry.“
“Please don’t leave me. You’re my entire world.”
“I may be your world, but you’re my sun, I live for you- because of you. There would be nothing without you. Nothing.” He kisses you on the forehead.
“So, don’t break up with me.” You were pleading quietly through your tears at this point.
“I’m sorry. I don’t wanna say I was eavesdropping, but I was totally eavesdropping. If you’re worried about them being safe I think I can help.” Leota entered the doorway again.
“How?” Adrian asked.
“Well, I have my wife set up in a safe house right now while things are a little extra sticky. Sometimes things get lonely. I bet she’d love a new roommate.”
“Adebayo, are you serious right now?”
“Very serious, Adrian.” She smiled.
“Oh my god I could kiss you.”
She laughs at his comment. “Don’t kiss me. I’m married. Go kiss your partner who you’re not breaking up with and don’t tell Harcourt about this.”
“I won’t.” He smiles.
“Okay, now I think you should really take her advice and kiss me.” You smile up at him, kissing him.
“Okay, lovebirds. I’m gonna go distract buzzkill 1 and buzzkill 2 downstairs. I’ll let you know if you’re needed.” She smiles, leaving you to alone.
“I can’t believe you almost broke up with me.”
“Yeah that would have been stupid.”
“Really stupid.” You added, both laughing. “I love you more than anything.”
“I love you too more than anything.” He said. You both smiled, kissing. You snuggled deeper into him and started a discussion about the logistics of how you would navigate this new adventure.
synopsis: A night in with your brother, Gut Chase, and your best friend, Christopher Smith, brings back a plethora of high school memories. There's one memory in particular, however, that you and Chris remember a little differently.
pairing: christopher smith x gender neutral reader
a/n: hoo boy i need a glass of water. i have no idea where this came from so dont ask me <3 anyway i’d give my life savings and sell my soul to have chris yell at me, anyways....
“Fuck you dude,” Gut laughed as he stood up from his seat opposite you and Chris, “I just chugged mine, so now you have to as well!”
Your brother finished his fourth can of beer, crushed it in his hand and hurled it towards the two of you. Together, you and your twin brother had always spelled trouble. People knew to run when the Chase twins rolled around.
“OW! Fuck you man!” Chris laughed back, throwing his own empty beer can back at your brother and hitting him square in the back as he entered the kitchen of Chris’ trailer. Whenever Chris was thrown in the mix, the chaos only worsened.
Gus sauntered back into the room and slammed another cold 6 pack down on the table as his phone started ringing. You rolled your eyes and looked back at Chris as Gus answered the call, the three of you cracking open your drinks in near perfect sync.
“What’s up? Yeah and Chris… No, at his… You what?... Hang tight baby, I’ll be over soon.”
You knew exactly what your brother was going to say the second he turned back around after hanging up the phone.
“Just go.” you sighed, your disappointed tone laced with amusement. You watched as his hand reached out for the last beer on the table, but he stepped back and hissed as you slapped it away.
“If you’re ditching us to go get laid, you’re ditching the beer. Now go, before she starts calling me too.” you laughed, shaking your head in lighthearted disapproval. Gus was quick to say his good nights and file out, leaving you and Chris to finish the beers alone.
“They’ve been seeing each other for three years, and they still treat each other like booty calls.” you tattled. As far as his love life went, Gus was still stuck in high school, unable to break out of the immature lifestyle of sneaky links and late night ’u up?’ texts. Admittedly, you weren’t too far ahead of him in terms of mature romantic endeavours, still appreciably favouring a hit-it-and-quit-it over meeting the parents and leaving a toothbrush at their house.
Chris laughed, both at his friend’s willingness to ditch a night in with his friends for a hook up across town, and at the concept of him managing to keep the same girl around for over a week.
“What’s so funny?” you squinted over your can before taking another swig.
“Nothing, I just feel so bad for her, man. Three years of being stuck fucking that guy.” he chuckled, sipping his own beer.
“Oh gross, don’t remind me,” you rolled your eyes, “it’s bad enough being reminded that your brother even does that, let alone sitting through all four years of high school hanging out with ‘tootsie pop Gus’ and ‘alphabet Chris’.” you grumbled, picking at the loose stitching of Chris’ old couch.
“Alphabet Chris?”
You looked up to see him looking back at you with a completely puzzled expression.
“Oh come on, you know about those nicknames.” you shrugged, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of your lips.
“Yeah, well I started ‘tootsie pop Gus’, but why ‘Alphabet Chris’?” he shook his head.
“You never heard that?” you questioned with a raised brow.
“No? And what do they mean by alphabet?” Chris snapped, punctuating his question with another, more pugnacious sip of beer. You shook your head in gleeful bewilderment, thoroughly entertained at the notion of explaining to him his own, unfortunate moniker. You leant forward and spoke to him in the same, condescending tone one would use to explain something to a small child,
“Because when people are shit at giving head, they always end up picking the low hanging fruit and going back to the alphabet trick, which, literally nobody actually enjoys.”
“What the FUCK? I never did that!” Chris scoffed, appalled that he’d been dubbed with such a nickname, “And I’m fucking great at giving head!”
Immediately, your shoulders began to bounce with laughter, thoroughly amused at Chris’ rude awakening.
“That’s not what the reviews said…” you guffawed, your body convulsing with laughter as you watched his exasperation grow.
“Excuse me, I’m great at eating pussy.” he deadpanned, seriously committing to defending his honour. You snorted in response to his comical frown.
“Oh yeah, okay, sure, Sesame Street…”
“Shut the fuck up, I eat pussy all the time! And I’m really fucking good at it!” Chris protested, astounded at the inaccuracy of the nickname, and your willingness to believe it. Though what was he to expect? For as long as he’d known you, all you ever did was rile him up any chance you got.
“And I don’t spell the fucking alphabet.”
“What, you spell your own name then?” you snickered, “Jesus Christ, that might almost be worse”
“Eat shit! I’ve made heaps of people cum giving them head!”
“Or they all just felt too guilty to not fake an orgasm…” you pouted maliciously, completely unable to stop yourself from winding him up as far as you could.
“FUCK YOU! I bet that I could make you cum in less than a fucking minute!” Chris declared, his voice getting louder as his annoyance bloomed.
“Oh yeah? Really? Well I bet that you’re full of shit, Alphabet boy!” you quarrelled back, trying your hardest to mask your enjoyment of the situation so you could continue on for as long as his fuse would allow.
You’d never entirely figured out why you liked riling Chris up so much. Sure, it was partially the pure ease of it - it’s like he handed you the opportunities on a silver platter. Hell, you’d always loved getting under anyone’s skin since the second you learned how to. But riling up Chris in particular always bore the sweetest reward. Deep down, your insides knew exactly why, as they churned and ached at the sight of his muscles tensing with frustration.
“You know what?” he spat, slamming his beer down on the coffee table, “You’re just jealous cause I never went down on you in high school!”
Your lips parted in surprise, still amused but slightly embarrassed by his claim, and the knowledge that a smidgeon of a fraction of it wasn’t entirely false. Still, you pressed on with an unbothered exterior, scoffing in astonishment.
“Oh that’s what you think, huh?” you nodded patronisingly, your brows raised high on your face, “You think I wanted you to go down on me? You really wanna bet on that?”
“Yeah!” he exclaimed, nodding back just as disdainfully, “Maybe I do wanna bet on that!”
“Okay, fine! I fucking dare you!”
Chris’ large hands instantly latched onto your ankles, yanking you towards him as your back left the back of the couch to land on the seat with an astonished shriek. Once you’d caught up to the reality of what was happening, your hands quickly accompanied his in hastily removing your pants, scrambling to unhook the button as he unzipped your fly. Chris found no struggle in tugging them off or bringing your underwear down with them, his taut muscles putting themselves to use by swiftly getting you naked, and by getting you hot under the collar as you watched them work.
You observed with a slack jaw and a heaving chest as his ridiculously broad shoulders nestled themselves under your thighs, though his desperate actions ceased abruptly as he came face to face with your wet cunt, already pathetically dripping from the fragment of manhandling you’d endured. Impatiently, you sat up on your elbows to get a better view. Chris was just frozen there. Leering at you with that smarmy grin from between your legs.
“What, you too scared now?” you ridiculed, hoping that the resurgence of your nagging would egg him on to do something. You held in a shudder as Chris laughed inches away from you, the heat going straight to your head.
“Maybe I just like to take my time…” he taunted, “Wait for you to beg…”
You rolled your eyes, refusing to give in to his pipe dream as you clapped right back,
You were cut off by your own gasp as you felt Chris’ tongue slowly flatten itself against your pussy, starting just above your clit and creeping all the way down until it’s tip poked at your entrance. It raced back up to your clit at double-time and pulled itself back inside Chris’ smug grin with one last flick.
“Hm? What was that?” he implored, quirking his brow in false confusion. You quickly regained composure, denying him of your surrender. You flicked up your bare wrist to dramatically observe your nonexistent watch, then flicked your head back to him with a slight scowl, your knees rocking back and forth with false apathy.
“You got a lot of ground to cover in 30 seconds if you think you can ma-”
This time, both your words and your gasp got caught in your throat as you watched him deliver a nauseatingly glib kitten lick to the hood of your clit. You were incredibly shocked and infuriatingly turned on to discover that he knew exactly where the clit was. It’s the bare minimum that every man should already know, but be realistic, this was Chris.
“I’m sorry, I just keep on missing what you’re saying!” he professed, his tone sickeningly sarcastic. Your jaw shifted in fury as you felt yourself begin to drip down your legs, knowing that all Chris had to do to see your arousal was look down. It was growing increasingly harder to give in, to give up your mocking in return for his tongue. But you couldn’t. Not just yet.
“Now, was that an ‘i’, or an ‘L’?” you pondered aloud, cocking your head to the side to sell your irksome angle, “Or maybe it was a j-”
Chris had had enough of your tormenting for the moment, deciding to shut you up for a little longer as the tip of his tongue traced spry, vexing circles around your clit. You could feel him brush past each and every nerve sitting around it, though he purposefully neglected the very centre of it, driving you absolutely insane with need.
“Actually, I was spelling ‘Fuck you’.” Chris swore.
“Oh, eat my shorts, asshole.” you spat right back.
“I knew I could make you beg.”
Finally, Chris relinquished, flattening his tongue down to brush past your bundle of nerves, curling his tongue back up to flick it again, and continuing the rhythm until he watched your head fly back to hit the couch below you, sputtering out a consistent murmur of mewls. Your arms stretched back out to lay by your side, slightly aching at the elbows after holding yourself up, your hands curling into fists to grip at the cushion as you refused to grab onto his hair.
His tongue eased up on the flicking motion as he felt your legs begin to twitch in response, opting for a more orbicular pattern as he gently began to suck on your clit and the surrounding area. His large hands gripped your thighs to hold you steady, kneading at the flesh as you arched your back, your body involuntarily beginning to grind your pelvis in search of more pressure with another lewd whine.
You were shocked and impressed when he tugged you closer to him, nuzzling his face into your cunt to satisfy your craving for friction. Everything Chris did was in response to your reactions. A pleasured howl slipped from your lips as his tongue prodded at your entrance and his nose caressed your clit, so he continued to do so regularly. His own growls were contended with a pornographic wail coming from above him, so he continued to grumble every time he shifted.
Chris’ hands snaked up past your hips to wrap around your waist and pull you closer once again, his hulking strength meant he could tug you around like a ragdoll. Your eyes rolled back from the top of their sockets to look down and see him devouring you like a primitive beast. You were unable to hold back your lamentation as you felt his dimples oscillate against the inside of your thighs, which were slowly clamping down harder and harder around his head as your legs remained draped over his massive shoulders.
You ogled the way his perfect, taut skin rippled with the movement of each muscle in his back and you were no longer able to resist the urge to knot one hand in his hair to grind yourself against him. Chris growled as you began to ride his face, his tongue languidly darting from your clit, to your entrance in perfect sync with your hips.
Your head flew back to let out an obscene cry as he returned to sucking your clit, the blood flow making each and every lap of his tongue more and more gratifying. You could feel yourself involuntarily clenching around nothing with every pull, and eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to fuck him.
The hand in his hair tugged harshly to try and pull him away, unable to think clearly through his unwavering hedonism, though his sheer strength made it impossible for you to dethrone him, meaning you had to resort to the one thing you once forbid - begging
“Chris,” you babbled, your voice emerging hoarsely through your dry throat, “I need you,” you paused, letting out a gasp as you struggled to put more than a few words together at a time, “To fuck me, right now.”
Chris wasted no time in lifting his head to reply.
“What happened to me making you cum with nothing but my tongue then, huh?”
You had no more patience for playful back and forth.
“I don’t give a fuck, I need your cock inside me right fucking now.” you demanded. Chris took a short second to admire his handiwork - your eyes were hazy under heavy eyelids, your lips were swollen from biting, your chest heaving with carnal desperation.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” he quipped excitedly, quickly sitting up, your legs now curled up to sit either side of his hips. Chris took far too long in taking off his jeans, and he laughed as you sat up to claw at the nape of his t-shirt and pull it off over his head, your hands sliding over his smooth, broad shoulders to unashamedly grope at his extrusive pecs, stopping only for a moment, when he removed your own shirt.
Once the rest of your clothes found their home on the floor, Chris noticed you gawking at his impressive cock with a slack jaw and glassy eyes. Your cunt clenched at the sight, partially in desperation, partially in fear as you tried to figure out how the fuck you were going to take it.
“Looks like the rumours are true on that one then, huh?” Chris chortled. Your eyes darted up to meet his with a glower.
“Shut the fuck up and fuck me right now.” you demanded, slowly going mad with hunger. Despite your puddle of arousal, Chris proudly spat into his hand and took his time to coat his erection with it.
“Don’t be a fucking show off.” you spat, your tone much more serious and harsh than at the start of the night. Chris quickly dropped his show-pony act and you gasped as he pounced on you until his broad chest pinned you against the couch and you writhed under the contact.
Your jaw nearly unhinged as you felt him start to shove his cock into your pulsating hole, tears wasting no time to form and run down your cheeks as you felt him stretch you out more than you’d ever been before. Chris never completely halted his movements, though he took his time to make sure pain never outweighed your pleasure.
You let out an animalistic grunt as his hips finally met the back of your thighs, your legs were curled up, almost pressed against your stomach as they wrapped around his waist. Chris let out one, final chuckle as he watched you adjust to him,
“I think I’m entitled to be a little bit of a show off, don’t you?”
You had no thoughts left, only able to babble out a ravenous, pathetic ‘fuck me’ in hopes he’d understand what you needed.
You held on for dear life as Chris slowly began to fuck you, the veins of his cock dragging against your walls every time he pulled it out, and another wail tumbling from your lips as he shoved it back in. One of Chris’ hands enveloped your face as he pressed his face against your cheek, sinful grunts accompanying each of his thrusts as they grew in severity.
You were completely on auto-pilot driven by pleasure, hence the stark lack of shame you felt when clawing at his hand and dragging it to rest on your throat, so large it wrapped almost completely around it.
You clung onto him, your nails digging into his back as you clenched your thighs to keep your clit pressed against his body, bringing you quickly to the edge. You had no words left, hardly able to stammer out the first syllable of ‘I’m cumming’ without having to start all over again.
Your legs untangled themselves from the knot around his waist so you could dig your heels into the couch and lift your pelvis up, selfishly clawing at his ass to keep him ’oh god, right there’ as your orgasm came crashing down on top of you. Chris rolled his hips as not to break contact as you enjoyed your high, though his motions started to stutter as he felt your cunt clenching around him, over and over and over again; the only thing he needed to ensure that moments later, he was quickly drawing his cock from you and coating your stomach with his cum.
Chris held himself above you as you came-to, trying and failing to hold in a proud smirk as he admired the sight below him. Not twenty minutes ago you were chastising him for his lack of skill when it came to cunnilingus, and now there you were, wrecked, tear stained and covered in his spend. He opened his mouth to say something, presumably to gloat, but by then, you’d regained enough thought to shut him down once and for all.
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❀Adrian loves PDA. It’s his favourite thing. He wants to love on you at all times. He’s all over you. He doesn’t care what other people think, in fact he instantly presumes they're jealous of his awesome relationship.
❀Adrian challenges anyone who has to say anything about him. He has gotten into several verbal arguments about the amount of PDA between the two of you. He doesn’t see it as anyone else’s business.
❀Adrian wraps his arms around you tightly whenever he walks into the room. Bear hugs, arm over your shoulder, cocooning you into his arms. He likes to hold you. Likes to keep you safe in his arms. He’ll have a full-blown conversation while he’s hugging you. It’s soothing to Adrian, you’re the only one who can make him feel grounded.
❀Adrian kisses you whenever you walk into a room. It’s never a peck on the lips or a kiss on the cheek. He goes full out. He likes the way your lips feel against his. He likes the way you melt into the kiss. The sounds you make when he catches you off guard.
❀It’s universally known that Adrian has to be holding your hand at all times. When you’re walking down the street, his hand is entwined in yours. When your sitting on the couch at the very least your fingers are entwined.
❀Need a seat? Adrian almost always offers his lap. It doesn’t matter if there are other seats available, Adrian prefers you to sit in his lap. Prefers you to be close at all times. Besides, if you’re sitting in his lap, he can kiss your neck, whisper secrets in your ear, hold you firmly to ❀his chest, etc. It’s one of his favourite things.
❀If you’re sitting on the couch, Adrian instinctively wraps his arm over your shoulder. He’ll be as close as he can without sitting in your lap. He likes to share his warmth with you, especially if you’re someone who gets cold more easily.
Summary: Adrian's just come back from a mission. With you missing in action due to a broken leg, Adrian comes to the drunken realisation he can't be without you.
Pairing: Adrian Chase X Female Reader
WordCount: 1,591
Prompt: "i’m not drunk. okay i am. but the feelings? those are real." by @bookished
Content: Fluff, Strong Lanuage.
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Adrian had a lot to drink. After coming home from yet another successful mission, adrenaline pumped through his body, his suit bloody. Adrian had decided to have a couple of beers before going out on patrol. However, one turned into two, then three, etc.
He loved his job, getting to fight crime, killing all the bad guys. Yet something was missing. You. You’d been sidelined with a broken leg. He’d begged Harcourt to give you something to. Perhaps you could have worked in surveillance. No. He’d begged her to let you work in tech; she’d also said no. He understood you couldn’t go out in the field, but surely there was something you could.
For every suggestion Adrian made, Harcourt rejected it.
Therefore, no mission with you.
None of your wit or your beauty. Adrian liked how you listened to every word he said. You laughed at his jokes. You made Adrian feel seen.
He couldn’t take it anymore; he needed to see you. Adrian rose from his seat, stumbling as he went. Attempting to grab his keys, they fell onto the floor with a thud.
“Shit!” Adrian crouched down onto the floor. Taking hold of his keys firmly this time in his hand, he brought them firmly to his chest. He had to get to you.
The journey to your house was a long one. Adrian was uneasy on his feet as he staggered through the streets attempting to get to you. Perhaps getting a taxi would have been a wiser option.
Adrian leaned against your mail box, trying to catch his breath. Glancing down at the time on his phone, it read one am. Adrian didn’t want to wake you; he knew how well you loved your sleep. He needed to see you, to see your eyes twinkling back at him.
Taking a step, Adrian knew he was getting closer to you, a few more steps-
“Fuck!” Adrian crashed into your garbage cans, knocking them over with a mighty clang. Moments later, the illumination of your porch light forced Adrian to squint.
“Adrian, what the fuck?”
“There she is, the most beautiful woman to ever exist.” You ran down the three steps, your legs covered with plaid pyjama trousers. Your torso in a simple black vest, your body held up by a simple pair of crutches.
“What are you doing here? It’s one in the morning.”
“Coming to see you. I’ve missed you.” Adrian’s eyes settled enough to see your scolding face settling into something more pleasant.
“I’ve missed you too; you could have seen me in the morning.”
“No, no. It had to be now!” Adrian’s feet stumbled like a baby horse trying to get to its feet for the first time. “Oh shit, your leg. You should sit. It’s not going to heal if you don’t.” You laughed as you moved to rest against a bench on your porch.
“Happy now?”
“Not until I’ve gotten to you.” Adrian concentrated; he’d gotten to you, but now he needed to be in front of you. Able to see the crinkle in your eyes whenever you smile. How you hold your stomach whenever you laugh.
Adrian needed to focus. Slowly, determined, he rose to his feet with an unusual awkwardness. Now standing on his feet, he fist bumped the air only to sway at the sudden motion. All he needed to do was get to you. It took far too much concentration to put one foot in front of the other.
Almost there.
Thump!
Adrian failed at the final hurdle, the last remaining step. Landing before you. Adrian laughed, too loudly for the early hours in the morning.
“I’ve found you.” Adrian moved quickly, standing, eyes adjusting. Adrian stumbled forward, but you caught him with a steady hand. “I’ve missed you so much. All I’ve done is think about you. Chris said you weren’t even thinking about me, but I told him it didn’t matter because someone had to think of you while we’re fighting crime.”
Your eyes truly saw Adrian for the first time. His cheeks tinted red. His eyes glazed over. At first, you presumed Adrian was excited. His usual upbeat, overzealous self. Now, gaining a closer look at him, you knew his usual self was intensified by alcohol.
“Adrian, are you drunk?”
“I’m not drunk. Okay, I am. But the feelings? Those are real.”
“I thought you didn’t do feelings.”
“I don’t, but you, you’re different. You laugh at all my jokes and listen to me when I talk. You always bring me coffee, and I don’t have to ask. You see me”
“Of course, I see you, because I like you, Adrian.” Adrian leaned closer into your space. Head resting on your shoulder. You sighed, moving one of your crutches to the side so you could run your hand through Adrian’s hair. Adrian shuddered. You momentarily paused.
“Don’t stop.” You resumed your hand running through his hair.
“You know you're not going to remember this in the morning.”
“Then I’ll just have to tell you again. Can I stay with you tonight?”
“You don’t think I’m going to let you go home after you nearly killed yourself trying to get up here, do you?” Adrian hummed against your neck, trying to bury himself deeper into your skin. You smelled so good to him. Suddenly, home wasn’t a place for him; it was you.
“Will you stay with me?”
“Yeah, let’s get you to bed. Then, if you remember in the morning, we’ll talk, okay.”
“Okay.”
Adrian squinted at the sunlight, awaking him from the weirdest dream. He’d gone to see you and admitted his feelings. You’d let him lean into his neck, and you’d run your hand through his hair as he’d longed for. Adrian sighed.
Why would his mind play such a cruel trick on him?
“How are you feeling?” Adrian’s eyes widened as he turned his head almost comically fast.
You.
Adrian’s head thumped in protest, but he didn’t care. Suddenly, he looked around, realising he wasn’t in his bedroom, he was in yours. The dream hadn’t been a dream at all. He’d in fact gone and seen you, which means-
“Adrian.” Careful not to move you too much, he scooted closer to you, closing the albeit small gap between you. You glanced up at him. Adrian rested his head on his arm, absorbing every detail.
“Better for seeing you. Although my head is pounding.” Your hand reached up to caress Adrian’s face gently; his eyes fluttered shut, but he couldn’t lose himself in you, not yet.
“I’ve got some painkillers in my bathroom. I’ll go-”
“No!” You halted, turning back to him. Adrian scooted closer, not wanting any distance between you. He could already hear Chris in his head mocking him. He didn’t care. This was you. The only person who truly cared about him.
“I remember last night!” Your eyes widened. Adrian wishes he knew how to handle it. He’s never been one for tactful conversation. “Fuck, I’m not good at this. I don’t regret it.” Your eyes softened as you turned your body to face Adrian. Cautiously, he placed your casted leg onto the bed.
“It’s okay.” Adrian drew close, his breath dancing over your face. Adrian wanted to document every inch of your face. You looked breathtaking.
“Chris doesn’t believe anyone like you would want me.”
“Why are you listening to Chris? He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I want you, Adrian.” Adrian’s eyes sparkled with excitement. In haste, Adrian’s lips found yours. It was passionate and messy. Adrian’s hand gripped the back of your head as he lost himself in the softness of your lips.
Why hadn’t he done this sooner?
Now he could kiss you all the time whenever he wanted. He’d kissed plenty of people, but nothing felt as good as you.
“I wish I could go back in time and thank drunk me.” Adrian pressed his lips onto yours. “I’m going to call Harcourt and tell her I’m not going back on the field until you're with me.”
“Adrian, that’s a month away.”
“I don’t care. Going on missions without you sucks. “Besides, you need someone to look after you.” You scoffed in protest. You’d be doing fine. “I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I didn’t look out for you.” Adrian’s head thumped in protest.
“I think it’s you who needs to be looking after. How much did you have to drink last night?”
“Not enough to forget what I said.
“Still enough to give yourself a hangover.” You were right, Adrian didn’t have a quick rebuttal.
“Let’s look after each other. That’s what people do in relationships, right?” Adrian pressed a gentle kiss onto your lips, trying to simultaneously create a plan.
“I’m going to go, grab some stuff from my place and bring us breakfast. While you make things comfortable here. We can just chill and watch TV all day.”
“Sounds good. Be safe.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to break any laws. That would break my code, but I’ll be quick.” Adrian pressed a chaste kiss onto your lips before going in for another.
He’s never going to grow tired of that. Adrian groaned as he pulled away, moving off the bed to head out. If he didn’t go now, he’d stay with you forever.
“You should also prepare yourself because when I get back, we’re totally making out.” With one last glance, Adrian walked out with a spring in his step. He was about to be the best boyfriend ever.”
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❀Adrian would love to dress up for Halloween. A couple of costumes? He’s all over it. He has a list of ideas. Of course, he wants to do this with you. He goes all out, Adrian’s always talking about it, even if the others don’t care to hear it.
❀He specifically asks Chris about the options he has. Chris never cares enough; he’ll say the easiest thing to get Adrian to leave him alone. Adrian can’t tell he’s not interested in the conversation.
❀Adrian would go to a costume shop to get inspiration. He has a Pinterest collection with different ideas. He has so many ideas. He doesn’t know how he’s going to come up with a definitive option.
❀Whatever he does, the pick has to be perfect. You have to look great, although you look great in anything you wear. It also has to make sense.
❀If Adrian has a current hyperfixation, it would one hundred per cent be on his list. Even if you're hesitant, Adrian promises he can make anything work.
❀Adrian always comes up to you with pictures of reference and asks for your opinions about it. He wants you to be comfortable.
❀When Halloween night comes, Adrian’s super excited. If he was supposed to work, he called in sick. It’s the one night he refuses to go patrol because he really wants to do this with you. Of course, Adrian takes pictures of you together. He has a bunch of pictures locked in a folder dedicated to the two of you.
❀Adrian insists he has pictures of just you so he can look at you whenever you’re away from you. Any holiday is his favourite. Does he also want to show them off to everyone? Yes, because Adrian is the proudest boyfriend in existence.
❀Chris has seen them at least one hundred times before Christmas. Anytime Adrian goes to show him anything on his phone, he immediately knows what it is and wants nothing to do with it.
