-summary; adrian can’t understand why you keep staring at his hands. -warnings; injury, angst, blood. -a/n;Mary Ruefle, The Cart
You sat across from Economos, staring at your laptop. You had totally zoned out, too occupied with the recon work you were doing. Your research was far too important to be distracted now. You didn’t hear the commotion as the rest of your task force stumbled into the office. You kept your eyes trained on your work until a masked Vigilante fell against your desk, dripping blood all over your notes.
“The fuck?!” You moved your papers out of the way, standing to force Adrian into your chair. “Jesus Christ, Chase.”
He pulled his mask off and sent a lopsided grin your way. His teeth were coated in blood. His nose had stopped bleeding, the rest of the blood didn’t belong to him. You pulled a stool over and stared at him. He flung his hand into your lap.
“Hurts.”
You scoff at him. You take his hand into yours, moving it. It’s not broken, probably sprained. His knuckles are bruised and bloodied. You open a drawer in your metal desk to pull out the medical supplies you keep there. You begin to clean his hand and he watches you.
“Why do you like my hands so much?”
“What?” You don’t look at him, eyes trained on the bandages you’re wrapping around his wrist.
“I see you staring at them all the time.”
“I stare when I zone out, Adrian,” you sighed, avoiding the question.
“This is different.”
“How so?”
“I dunno,” he exclaims, exasperated. “You look, like, flustered, I guess.”
You sighed again. You just continued to wrap the gauze around his hand, over his knuckles, between his fingers, back around his wrist. You focused all your attention on his hand. Adrian watched you carefully. When you were done, you looked around the office. The rest of your team had gone home. It was dark outside, and you were all alone, with Adrian still staring down at you.
“Buddy,” he whispered.
You cringed at the nickname.
Adrian didn’t know why he was whispering. It was so quiet in the office. It was so… intimate. Adrian was scared he would ruin it if he spoke too loud. You looked so perfect, eyes trained on his knuckles. You looked so good below him, fixing him, healing him. He wanted to kiss you, and Adrian didn’t know why.
You began to roll your stool away. Adrian reached out. He grabbed your hand and you stopped. You looked up at him, confused. He gazed back at you with a pleading look. Adrian moved his hand to cradle your cheek. You wrapped your own fingers around his wrist and pulled it away from your face. You sandwiched his hand between both of yours and stared at him.
“hands are so unbearably beautiful,” you whisper to him. “they hold things. They let things go.”
Adrian didn’t know how to respond. So he fisted his free hand into the collar of your shirt and pulled you into a kiss. It was forceful, excited, and a little sloppy. It was very Adrian. He poured himself into the kiss, he didn’t know what to say and so he just kept kissing. When you pulled away you opened your mouth. You tried to say something. Adrian just pulled you back against his lips. He knew he wouldn’t respond, he couldn’t. He simply wasn’t able to. Words were lost to him.
You dropped his hand as he pulled you to your feet. His hands scrambled to your waist as he pressed you up against your desk. You whimpered into the kiss and he swallowed it down, desperate for more.
“adrian,” you mumbled. “Let me go.”
His hands left your waist. You missed his touch as soon as it left you. He stared at you sadly. He wanted to lean back into you, to crowd you against the desk. He wanted to hold you and kiss you and never stop.
“We can’t do this, Adrian,” you said sadly. He just looked at you, didn’t move, didn’t speak. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Vigilante.”
Adrian watched you go and still he was stuck. Wouldn’t move, Wouldn’t speak.
Summary:Adrian shows up at the reader’s door after being tortured at Senator Goff’s house needing stitches, an ice pack, and about a thousand kisses.
Pairing:Adrian Chase x (female) reader
Warning:MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI. Mature themes, no smut.
Includes:Neighbor!Adrian, pining, fluff, feelings, love, kisses, sexual innuendos, injured Adrian, nurse!reader, so much rambling, so much kissing. Set after the events of Peacemaker episode 3.
Word Count: 3.7k
A/N:Hi! Happy feral friend thursday to my lovely jilly @hauntedmilkshakeghost !!!! I have become absolutely smitten with this adorable idiot since jilly has been showing me Peacemaker and this request was so much fun to write hehe Adrian Chase deserves the world and this episode made me so sad because he was sad </3 so!! here he is being taken care of hehe i hope you like this one jilly!!
When it was finally an acceptable time to go to bed, you switched off the TV and stood from the couch, grabbing your empty wineglass to bring it to the sink. It was finally Thursday night, and you were beyond exhausted from the week you’d had. Three twenty-four hour shifts in the ER and a night watching your sister’s kids and you were beyond ready for the weekend.
Slipping into bed after you put your jammies on and brushed your teeth, you plugged your phone in and placed it on your bedside table. Your fingers itched with the desire to open your phone and text Adrian to make sure he was okay. It had been a few days since you’d heard from him – since you’d even heard a peep from his apartment next door. You tried to picture him behind the wall at your head, snuggled into his soft sheets and dozing off to sleep. You tried not to picture him somewhere dangerous getting hurt or killed – or off laying in someone else’s bed.
Falling for the guy next door was never a part of the plan – especially when that guy next door moonlighted as a crimefighting vigilante. Loving someone that lived a life as dangerous as Adrian did was hard, harder when he didn’t know you loved him, but you wouldn’t stop loving him for anything in the world. He was the most amazing person you had ever met, and you didn’t think a day would go by where you weren’t desperately in love with the man next door.
The night you realized your feelings – so long ago now, it seemed – was everything you would have ever imagined it to be. Sweet, and surprising, and awkward, exactly like Adrian.
He had come next door to your apartment late one night as he was wont to do when he was bored and needing attention and had taken up a residence on your couch as he whined that you weren’t paying him enough attention.
“Come on,” He’d whined, attempting to snatch your hand with his as you paced next to the couch and making a frustrated noise in the back of his throat when he missed you. “Come play with me, squish.”
You had snorted, both at the inuendo in his words and at the pouty face your friend was making at you. Holding out your hand, you’d let him snatch it fully this time and tug you onto the couch pressed in tight against him. He’d rapped his knuckles gently against your forehead as if he were knocking on a door.
“What’s going on in this noggin?” He had asked with that cute smile that had made your heart flutter since day one. “You’re being no fun tonight.”
“I’m just stressed,” You’d sighed, laying your head back against the couch as Adrian poked at your cheek. “It’s my first day tomorrow and I just – I want to do well here. It’s the best hospital in the state and I don’t know, I’m just worried I’m gonna fail.”
“I can tell you’re nervous – you’re rambling,” He’d murmured. You’d nodded at that, letting another sigh tumble out of your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.
Adrian had let you wallow for a few moments, letting you practically shake with anxiety as you’d shuffled those last few inches closer to him on the couch before he shocked your eyes back open when he poked your forehead.
“Hey,” He’d said.
“Uh, hi?” You’d turned your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow at the way he was frowning at you. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re the best nurse that’s ever lived,” Adrian had grumbled, making you snort with his exaggeration. But Adrian had simply flicked your forehead. “Don’t like hearing you talk bad about yourself, squish, you’re the very very best squish in the world. The smartest and sweetest and most beautiful and the very best at sewing up cuts and scrapes.” Your cheeks had begun to heat like embers in a fire hearing the praise that he was heaping onto your shoulders. Your heart fluttering like it was attempting to take flight out of your chest and into his lap.
“Adrian,” You had whispered. “You’re being too sweet to me.”
He’d just shrugged in response, “Just tellin’ the truth, you’re the greatest. I know because you’ve fixed me up a time or twenty…thousand. You’re gonna be the head nurse before you know it.”
You had been silent as you stared at this man – who had gotten distracted from what he had been talking about by playing with a ring on your pointer finger. The pounding of your heartbeat had amazed you, and you had honestly been shocked that Adrian couldn’t hear it. You had studied his handsome face as he fiddled with your ring – the swoop of his curls cascading over his forehead, his sweet eyes, those perfect pouty lips – letting his words wash over you, and it hit you. Like a ton of bricks all at once.
You wanted to kiss him – you wanted to kiss him for the rest of your damn life. And combing back through every moment you spent on this couch with Adrian, you had started to realize that your heart had beat for him for a lot longer than you knew.
Feeling at least a little brave, you’d tipped yourself into Adrian’s chest and felt the surprised breath he’d taken in when you did it. But it only took him a heartbeat before he’d wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you in tight against him.
“Thank you,” You’d whispered.
Adrian had sounded genuinely confused when he’d asked, “For what?”
You’d laid your head against his chest to listen for his heartbeat once more when you whispered back, “Always being here.”
Now, as you laid in your bed, your heart aching thinking of that curly haired cutie that lived next door, you couldn’t help but wish he was lying next to you to wrap those strong arms around you and cuddle you to sleep. Instead, you drifted off alone with the hope of at least dreaming of your handsome crime fighter and the feeling of his arms around you.
It took much quicker than you had been expecting for you to fall asleep – you supposed you were more tired than you had realized before. Or you had worked yourself up enough thinking about Adrian before bed that your body finally succumbed to sleep just to stop the pain in your chest as your heart swelled with love.
At almost three in the morning, three loud knocks sounded on your door and jolted you awake from a deep slumber. You would have been annoyed at the interruption to your dream that you wouldn’t be able to remember if you tried, but the panicked sound of the knocks against your front door and the alarming hour at which the knocks were being delivered had you sliding out of bed without hesitation.
Wrapping yourself in a thin robe, you hurried to look through the peephole of your door. The sight that awaited you made your breath catch in your throat and had you whipping your door open without a second thought to see Adrian slumped against your doorjamb dressed in his Vigilante outfit with his mask in his hand. His foot was wrapped in a bloody t-shirt Pain radiated in his expression as he panted hard and gave you a weak smile that made your heart twinge with concern.
“Hi, squish,” He wheezed out the nickname he’d given you months ago, grimacing in pain the whole time.
“Adrian,” You breathed, tugging him into your apartment instantly.
You knew him well enough to know that if he were in his right mind, he would be panicking at the idea of any of the rest of your neighbors seeing him without his mask on and finding out that he was Vigilante. But he was definitely not in his right mind as he allowed you to heave him into your arms and guide him towards your couch. You winced as he plopped backwards onto the sofa with a groan.
“What the hell happened?” You demanded, sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
“We ran into a bit of a sticky situation,” He said, hissing in pain as you started to peel the t-shirt away from his foot.
A gasp flew out of your mouth when you caught a glimpse of his toe – nearly sawed off – under the t-shirt. Your eyes darted up to Adrian’s and he gave you a sheepish shrug. The appendage was badly shredded, covered in already drying blood along with fresh blood that poured out of the cut. You gave another wince when Adrian hissed in pain as you very gently prodded the wound.
“You need stitches,” You swallowed. “At least four – maybe more. I’ll go get my kit.”
When you stood to run to the bathroom to grab your first aid and suture kit, Adrian grabbed your hand as you passed the couch. He looked up at you with an embarrassed blush and asked, “C-could you also get me my extra glasses that I left here a few weeks ago? I can’t see your face. And an ice pack. Please.”
“Ice pack?” You raised an eyebrow – almost more surprised by the fact that he said please than the fact that he had even showed up at your place.
“Yeah, for my –” He looked down at his lap, blushing even harder than before. “Otherinjury.”
“What ‘other’ injury?” You asked.
“Uh, well, you see,” Adrian stammered, not giving you a real answer. Not even looking up into your eyes.
“Adrian, what happened tonight?”
A heartbeat of silence passed between you, Adrian catching your gaze and remaining quiet for just a moment before he nodded and looked down at his injured foot with a sigh. You knew it had to have been something really bad if Adrian wouldn’t even talk to you about it. Usually, the problem was getting him to shut up for once, not getting him to talk.
He groaned, dropping his head into his hands before he started speaking, the words muffled and embarrassed as they poured out of his mouth like a waterfall, “I was trying to help Chris and his new group of douche bags that all think they’re better best friend material than I am – but they so aren’t, y/n, seriously, I’m much better.” You took in a deep breath, trying very hard not to tell him to quit rambling and get on with the story. “Well, the weird guy in the suit with the big house had us kidnapped by this little assassin guy and tied us up in his really gross and dingy basement. And then, they threatened Chris for information and hooked my dick up to an electric thingy and every time Chris wouldn’t tell them what they wanted, they would shock my dick.”
You were frozen in horror, the words settling into a pit in your stomach as he spoke. Honestly, you had no idea what to say to him in response to this, which was good as it turned out because Adrian was nowhere near ready to stop talking now that he had started.
“They shocked my dick like at least sixteen times, and it hurt so fucking bad and – oh my god, squish, you don’t think that could make my dick stop working, do you?” He asked, his eyes widening with panic. “I mean, my dick will still work, right? It has to still work, I haven’t even – uh – I mean, I haven’t gotten to – my dick has to work.”
Adrian glanced at you, wide eyed and panicky between each half phrase that he uttered about his dick, and it made your stomach flutter nervously. It was a horrible time to be thinking about this, but all you could wonder was what if he was thinking about you? What if that thing he hadn’t done yet was you?
“Well, it’s likely that your – um – parts,” You cleared your throat, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Are going to be bruised from the trauma they’ve gone through, but there’s no reason right now to assume it won’t work.”
“It has to work,” He sighed, trying to mumble under his breath. “I have a plan.”
You did everything in the world not to let your mind wander about what this plan could be – and if it could possibly pertain to you. Instead, you shook off his hand and started moving to go on your errands around the apartment and find all of the things you needed.
“What about your foot?” You asked as you attempted to hunt down Adrian’s spare glasses.
As you moved about the apartment, your heart pounded with fear listening to the horrendous night Adrian had had as a crazy rich guy tried to cut off his toe to get Peacemaker to talk. Your heart also pounded with rage and a desire to punch Chris as hard as you could muster for just letting Adrian go through this torture.
With all of the things you needed to take care of this man that you loved, you made your way back to the living room and placed Adrian’s glasses on the bridge of his nose. As gingerly as you could manage, you lowered the bag of ice onto his lap. A hiss of pain rushed out of Adrian’s mouth and your heart squeezed with guilt. It was agonizing watching him be in pain, knowing how much pain he must have been in while the torture was happening. Your blood boiled in your veins thinking of Peacemaker, the main who claimed he was all about peace, sitting there and watching as Adrian – your Adrian – writhed in agony and begged for help. He might have been some kind of super villain/asshole, but he would be lucky not to cross paths with you again.
“How does it feel?” You asked softly, tugging at your favorite curl at the base of Adrian’s neck before moving to sit on the coffee table once more and begin to clean his toe. The appendage had stopped actively bleeding at this point – which was a fantastic sign.
“Fuckin’ hurts,” He sighed. “My foot hurts, my dick hurts, my head hurts. Fucking pride hurts.”
A little smile curled onto your lips at Adrian’s words, shaking your head as he grumbled about all of his aches and pains. Normally, you would have teased your friend for how much he was whining and complaining that night, but you figured that after the night he’d had, he had earned the right to milk his injuries just a little bit. Besides, you were enjoying babying him a little.
Moving as quickly as you could, you wiped the area of his toe clean and covered it in a topical anesthetic – typically, he refused pain meds because he thought it would be more macho to just grin and bear the pain or some other toxic reason that he had heard Chris say. His accepting of the pain management cream was the only clue he had given you about just how much pain he really and truly was in.
“Just a little tug,” You murmured, warning him that you were starting the sutures.
Adrian was uncharacteristically quiet as you worked; maybe he was trying to be helpful to you by not talking your ear off and distracting you. By the time you were tugging on the last of the sutures you had placed in Adrian’s toe, your chest felt like it was going to concave in on itself.
You had known that Adrian would be in danger with this night profession of his but knowing it and seeing it with your eyes were two very different things. It killed you to think of him in that basement getting tortured – and knowing that it wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last time he was in a situation like that. And it was all you could do not to get to your knees to beg him to hang up the Vigilante suit for good.
You would never do that, of course, because you knew how much he loved it and you knew that it was as much a part of him as his terrible eyesight and his perfect, bouncy curls. But that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t hurt to see him walk out your door to go right into the danger once again – without even knowing how you felt about him.
After finishing your work, and wrapping a bandage around his toe, you squeezed Adrian’s ankle to make him look you in the eye. Your heart thundered louder than you’d ever heard it as you built up the courage to tell him everything you needed to say.
“Please promise me that you’ll be more careful,” You whispered. “I hate knowing how much danger you’re always in, and I know that Vigilante and the work you do means so much to you, but you mean so much to me. Not seeing you for three days nearly killed me – if the day comes that you don’t come home, I think it may actually be the thing that kills me.”
Adrian frowned deeply, tugging your hand to yank you onto the couch and into his side. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, squishing them softly as he said very seriously, “You are not allowed to die, squish. Not now, not soon, not ever.”
“I really like you, Adrian,” You breathed out quickly, riding the high of adrenaline you’d been on since Adrian walked through your door that morning. Of course, then you started rambling because you were nervous at the prospect of a rejection. “More than a friend or a neighbor – more than a best friend, even. I just want to kiss you all day long and it hurts so much thinking of you out there getting hurt and knowing that I don’t know what it’s like to kiss you –”
You squeaked out a noise of surprise when Adrian’s lips crashed into yours, cutting you off mid-ramble with a kiss that almost made you keel over anyway. His hands squished your cheeks in and puckered your lips for you as you sank deeper into the kiss, your hand holding the ice pack in place on his crotch to keep it from jostling.
“I really like you too, squish,” Adrian murmured. “Much, much more than a neighbor should like his neighbor – and way more than you’re supposed to like your best friend. Wanna kiss you all day every day, especially when I’m out doing Vigilante stuff and I get even the least bit hurt.” You whimpered slightly against his lips at the idea of him getting hurt. “Just always want your perfect kisses to make me feel so much better, even when it’s just a paper cut.”
“I’ll kiss every papercut you ever get,” You giggled, feeling lightheaded with joy at the idea that Adrian’s feelings even somewhat mirrored your own.
Adrian’s perfect smile pressed into yours as he kissed you deeply, slipping his tongue into your mouth with a groan. Nothing in world felt better than kissing Adrian Chase. If you could spend every minute of the rest of your life locked in a kiss with this amazing and adorable man, you would. You had to resist letting out a whimper when he pulled his lips from yours for a minute.
“I want to fuck you too,” He said casually, making you scoff out a laugh in surprise. “I’ve wanted fuck you for ages – wanna go to sleep and wake up with you also. I just wanna do everything with you, there’s nothing in the world I wanna do without you. Except fighting crime, that’s too dangerous and I am never ever letting you get hurt because then I’d have to –”
This time it was you cutting off Adrian’s rambling with a deep kiss. His lips felt perfect against yours, as if they were made for you. The selfish part of you like to believe they were made to be kissing you and no one else. A jealous growl threatened to rip out of your throat at the mere thought of him kissing another person. And from the way he hummed into the kiss, stroking his thumb over the soft patch of skin on your hip between your shirt and your pajama bottoms, you could tell he knew what you were thinking. And he was attempting to tell you that you had nothing to worry about. He was yours.
Somehow – maybe with Adrian’s hand slipping up your side to grip at your ribcage and grow nearer and nearer to your breasts – the kiss deepened. A gasp rocked out of your mouth and into Adrian’s when you felt his dick twitch under the bag of ice that you held to his crotch. You couldn’t help the giggle that flew out of you at the absurd situation – you were icing the dick of a man who you had been pining after for months, only for him to get a boner.
“I guess it still works,” You giggled, kissing the corner of his mouth and helping him adjust the ice over his crotch.
“Ow,” Adrian whined – always whining. Always adorable. “Guess I need to be nursed to health a little more.” He gave you a suggestive smirk and a waggle of his eyebrows with that that made you giggle.
“Come on, baby,” You murmured, adoring the way he blushed at the term of endearment that you adorned him with. “Let’s get you into bed so you can heal.”
He seemed placated by the soft kisses you placed on his lips, allowing you to tug him up from the couch and guide him back towards your bedroom. And clearly, he had no qualms about making himself comfortable in your space – which pleased you to no end – as he hopped into your bed and wiggled under the covers, patting the spot next to him for you to snuggle in next to him. Which of course you did eagerly.
Adrian held you in tight against his chest, dipping his head to capture your lips in a sweet kiss that made you dizzy as he pulled away and laid his forehead against yours.
“Gonna need a million good night kisses, squish,” He murmured. “They’ll help me heal.”
“Anything to help my cute, curly haired man,” And with a grin, you tugged at those pretty curls you loved so much.
Within seconds, Adrian’s mouth was on yours once more, stealing kisses and giggling right along with you as you used your thigh to press the ice bag against his crotch. If kisses would heal his injuries, you’d give him every kiss in the world to help him get back to being your Adrian. If only to revel in the fact that he was well and truly yours, forever.
Summary: During a drunken night with the 11th Street Kids, you say some things you normally wouldn’t. But will you regret it when you’re sober? Reader uses she/her pronouns.
Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 3024
A/N: A few months ago, my friend and I watched Peacemaker solely for this man right here and boy am I glad we did. I’ve been obsessed with this dorky murderer ever since <3
“You did not beat up Superman,” Harcourt says with a tired expression on her face.
“Yes I did! You just didn’t hear about it ‘cause he was too embarrassed,” Peacemaker says, defensively. He takes another drink from his fourth beer of the night. “The guy’s not even that tough.”
You watch the interaction and laugh before taking a drink yourself. You had just finished a long day’s work when the team received a message from Amanda Waller. She demanded that you send her a detailed report of the last mission and a summary of what intel you had gathered on the butterflies by the morning. It was too much work for one person to do so the whole team stayed to work (although Chris had to be convinced to stay).
You had gone about one hour of doing the work before both Adrian and Chris started complaining that they were bored. When the rest of you refused to acknowledge them, Chris came up with the brilliant suggestion to ditch the work and get drunk instead. Adrian obviously backed this idea. You, Harcourt, John, and Adebayo all complained that you were too tired to go to a bar, which is when Chris brought out a secret cooler he had stashed in a supply closet.
It took some convincing, and you all had to beg Harcourt to join, but eventually everyone agreed. Fuck Waller, you deserved a break.
Which is how you find yourself currently sitting atop your desk with your third (or was it your fourth?) beer in your hands. You, Chris, John, and Adebayo were all drunk while Harcourt was only a little tipsy. Adrian remained sober as he claimed he would be patrolling later on that night.
“Drunk patrolling is way more dangerous than drunk driving,” Adrian had said to you earlier. You had felt the urge to argue, but then realized who you were talking to and decided against it.
As your mind begins to wander, so do your eyes as you look at Adrian sitting in a chair not too far from your desk. His cute glasses sit perched on his nose and you smile as you watch him laugh, his face beaming. He looks so beautiful. You want to tell him that but you can never get the words out. You almost find the courage to do so now when—
“Let’s play a game!” Leota says rather loudly, shaking you from your thoughts.
“How about truth or dare?” Adrian suggests with a smile. He’s always smiling. He has a beautiful smile.
“What are you, 12?” John shoots back, causing Adrian’s smile to falter. You frown and glare at John before someone else speaks up.
“Never have I ever?” Chris says.
“Boring,” Abebayo says. Then her face lights up. “What about fuck, marry, kill?”
“Aren’t you already married?” Harcourt questions.
“Yeah but this is just pretend,” Adebayo says, gesturing around with her beer bottle. All of you then agree to play.
“I’ll go first!” Chris yells.
“Um actually I wanted to—” Adebayo tries to argue but Chris interrupts her.
“Economos! Fuck, marry, kill…Harcourt, Adebayo, and Y/N,” he says with a cheeky smile. You’re surprised to hear your name and turn to see John’s face pale.
“Uh, aren’t we supposed to go in a circle?” John says nervously, trying not to meet any of the girls’ faces.
“There are no rules, just pick,” Chris says, leaning back in his chair. All three of you stare at John awaiting his response. He stutters, looking between all of you. “Come on man, it’s not like you got a shot with any of them anyway.”
John glares at Chris but Chris just smiles. “Okay fine,” John says, his face heating up. “If I had to choose…I would, marry Adebayo, fuck Y/N, and kill Harcourt.” The words quickly rush out of his mouth but everyone still heard him.
“Thank you,” Adebayo says at the same time as Harcourt says, “What the fuck?!”
Your mouth drops open for a second before blushing. Your drunk mind finds this amusing and you chuckle.
“He made me choose!” John says.
“Why the fuck would you kill me?” Harcourt says with a heated glare. Maybe if she were in a more sober state, she wouldn’t have cared as much. But right now she’s pissed.
“Because you scare me! I wouldn’t be comfortable having sex with you or marrying you,” he argues. Harcourt considers this and seems content with his answer.
“I never knew you had the hots for me John,” you say giggling. You throw a wink his way which only bothers him more.
“I didn’t—I don’t—I thought this was just a game!” he throws his hands up in the air and everyone laughs. Except for one person.
“How about someone else goes?” Adrian says with a frustrated voice. You look over and see him looking tense with a frown on his face. You struggle to comprehend what upset him and when you’re about to ask, someone else speaks.
“Okay I’ll go,” John says, determination on his face. A smug smile creeps onto his face. “Harcourt, fuck, marry, kill…Peacemaker, Vigilante, and me.”
“Are you serious?” Harcourt demands while the rest of you giggle.
“Answer the question, Harcourt,” Chris says with a stupid grin on his face. Harcourt sighs deeply.
“Fine,” she says. “Fuck Peacemaker, marry Economos, and kill Vigilante.” The room once again erupts into giggles and playful taunting.
“I knew you wanted me,” Chris says, a satisfied look on his face. Harcourt immediately glares at him
“Shut up.” Though you’re secretly glad you didn’t have to imagine the idea of Harcourt fucking or marrying Vigilante, you’re also a bit confused as to why she would want to kill him. To you, he’s the best option. You clearly aren’t the only one dissatisfied with the answer because—
“What the fuck?!” Adrian yells from beside you. The group turns to face him. “You would seriously kill meoverEconomos?! Have you met the guy?”
“Hey!” John speaks up, not liking how this got turned around on him once again.
Harcourt shrugs, clearly not taking this game too seriously. “I think John would make a good housewife.”
“Fuck you guys,” John says, causing the rest of you to chuckle at his red face. You try to throw him an empathetic smile, you never liked the gang teasing John too much, but you’re too drunk to pay much attention to it.
“And no offense Adrian, but I wouldn’t want to kiss you, let alone fuck or marry you,” she says. You look over to see a frown form on Adrian’s face which causes you to frown. You hate seeing him upset. Unfortunately, your intoxicated mind takes this thought and tries to fix things.
“I would,” you say. The room quiets down as all eyes turn to you in surprise.
“Seriously?” Both Harcourt and Chris say, at the same time as Adrian says, “What?”
You glance at his wide-eyed gaze before moving to address the group. “Yeah, I’d kiss him. I bet he’d be a great kisser!” you exclaim before hiccupping. “In fact,” you stand up, slightly swaying on your feet before balancing yourself. “I would also fuck and marry him. Who wouldn’t? He’s—he’s sexy, he’s cute, he’s fucking funny, and he has an awesome personality. Oh, and he’s hot.”
If you were sober, you would want the earth to simply consume you for saying that, not only in front of Adrian but in front of everyone. But you aren’t sober, so you don’t think anything of saying that. The truth slipped out so easily you barely processed saying anything.
The room is still silent as everyone soaks in your speech. Adrian’s face is beat red as he struggles to process what just happened. Then suddenly Adebayo begins to sing, “Y/N and Adrian sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”
Everyone laughs, including yourself, and the game continues on as normal. Or so you thought. What you don’t see, is that Adrian continues to stare at you in wonder and disbelief until someone snaps him out of his thoughts.
The night continues on and the game gets less personal and more fun, bringing in celebrities, random characters and even Amanda Waller which almost made Adebayo leave the room in disgust.
Eventually, the alcohol begins to weigh on you and everyone decides to head home. Adrian offers to drive most of you home as the only sober person. You happily sit in the passenger’s seat and sing along to whatever random song Adrian has on his playlist. He drops everyone off one by one until it’s just you and him. Your energy is slowly leaving you so the ride is mostly filled with the sound of Adrian’s voice, but you don’t mind seeing that it’s Adrian.
When you arrive at your place, Adrian helps you out of the car and then up to your door once you stumble and almost fall. Even having his arm around you makes your heart race. It takes you a while to find your keys and you’re almost disappointed when you do. You don’t want him to leave. But you also know that you’re not in the right state of mind to invite him in.
You place your key in the door and then hesitate. You turn around to see Adrian waiting there, making sure you get in safe. The thought makes you smile. “Thank you, for…for making sure I get home alright,” you say, wanting to talk to him one last time. As if you wouldn’t see him tomorrow.
“O-oh that? Psh, that was nothing,” he says, caught off guard by your sincerity. “All in a day’s work for a hero.” His wink causes you to laugh.
“My hero,” you say with a laugh.
“Don’t I get some sort of kiss as a thank you?” he asks, cheekily. “After all, you were practically begging for me back there.” Both of you know he’s teasing but there’s something truthful hidden in your conversation. And maybe this is only happening because you probably won’t remember this, but you decide to take advantage of it.
“You’re right,” you say. Adrian’s smile turns into a slightly opened mouth. You’re tempted to kiss him right then and there. You lean in and his breath hitches. You press your lips against his cheek, planting a small kiss there. When you pull away, both of your faces are red. But you act as if it doesn’t faze you.
“Goodnight,” you say with a smile, turning towards your door.
“G-goodnight!” Adrian manages to get out as you’re entering your place. You close the door and take a moment to calm your beating heart. Then your thoughts turn towards your bed and how tired you are and your night ends there.
†††
You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and a groan on your lips. You roll over in your sheets only to face your alarm clock, telling you you only have half an hour before work. Work.The thought of it makes your head ache even more but you know you have to go.
As you’re getting ready, memories of last night begin to click back into place and you freeze as you remember what you said. Oh. My. God. You start to shake your head, trying to erase the memory as if it never happened. But it did.
“Shit,” you say, taking a moment to sit on your bed. You can’t believe you practically admitted your feelings to Adrian in front of everyone. In front of him. God he is going to think you are such a freak.
You focus on your breathing as your thoughts begin to spiral. Calm down, Y/N. Maybe he doesn’t remember? Oh who are you kidding, he was sober of course he’s going to remember. You fall back onto your bed as you absolutely dread showing your face at work. But after a few minutes of wallowing, you realize there’s nothing you can do but face the music. Taking a deep breath, you continue to get ready to leave.
Walking into work, you wear black sunglasses and hold a cup of coffee in your hands to help with your hangover. You thought you might be late and, though you are the last to arrive, everyone else doesn’t look like they’re doing much better than you. You guess there will be a minimal amount of work done today.
“Ugh, my head is killing me,” Chris says as he leans back in his office chair.
“Obviously. You have a hangover,” Harcourt says, a little more fed up with him than usual. “What did you expect?”
“No way, you think a few little beers is enough to knock me off my feet?” Chris scoffs. Harcourt shakes her head. “My body is built to withstand gallons of alcohol, easily.”
“Yes, I’m sure you’re much more superior than the rest of us,” she says, her voice dripping in sarcasm.
“Maybe that’s why you want to fuck me so bad,” he says, smirking at her, extracting a loud groan from Harcourt. She opens her mouth to bite back a response when you hear—
“Oh my god, will you two please quiet down?” Adebayo says from her desk across the room. She’s also wearing a pair of sunglasses and is currently massaging her temples.
“Seriously,” John says from his desk beside her. He looks in rough shape, his face paler than usual. “It’s bad enough I had to come in today, I cannot listen to the two of you do your weird fight-flirting today.”
This elicits even more noise as Harcourt jumps to defend herself and Chris teases her. Between the two of them, stands the man you are afraid to see. Adrian. He’s currently laughing at the fighting, not getting as involved as usual. This is your chance.
You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for the conversation ahead. You take your sunglasses off and walk over to him. As you approach, you see him turn to you and smile. “Good morning,” he says in his usual upbeat voice. You’re not sure if he’s ignoring what happened last night or if he’s really chill about it. Either way, your nerves increase.
“Hey,” you reply, finding it hard to meet his eyes but smiling nonetheless. “Can I talk to you for a sec?” You gesture towards the hallway, obviously wanting to have this conversation in private. He agrees and you lead the way.
Once you’re far enough down the hall where the others won’t hear you, you stop to face him. Your words get caught in your throat and your courage disappears as you look at him. Come on Y/N, get it together. As you fidget with your fingers, Adrian takes this as an opportunity to start the conversation.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” His face still offers no indication that he knows which makes this a thousand times harder. Deep breaths.
“I wanted to…to apologize for what happened last night,” you say with your eyes trained on the floor.
“Isthatwhat this is about?” His question makes you look back up at him. You tilt your head in confusion. What else would this be about? He only smiles. “Don’t worry about that, no need to apologize.”
“Wait what?” This is not how you thought this was going to go. You’re genuinely unsure of what his next words would be. Was he going to reject you? Maybe admit to similar feelings? Or would he—
“Yeah. I mean, everyone says things they don’t mean when they’re drunk.” Your heart drops. He still doesn’t get it. He’s going to make you say it again, isn’t he?
“Adrian,” you sigh, trying to find the words again. But he keeps talking.
“I get it, I’ve totally been there,” he says. “Like this one time, I was drinking with Peacemaker, and I got so drunk that I told him he has a sexier butt than Taylor Swift! Which is crazybecause obviously Taylor has—”
“Adrian,” you say firmly to cut off his ramblings. You look into his big innocent eyes. Here goes nothing. “I meant every word I said.”
His jaw drops and he does nothing but blink at you. “W-what?”
“I…look that obviously wasn’t how I meant to tell you but yeah.” There’s a small silence where you decide to keep talking. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way or if this makes things awkward between us but—”
And then this motherfucker has the gall to laugh. Like actually laugh. You’re so caught off guard that you stop talking.
“Seriously?” he asks you with a big smile on his face. Your face begins to heat up and you look back at the ground.
“There’s no need to laugh at me—”
“What? No, no, no, that’s not—I’m not making fun of you,” he says quickly. You grow confused. He’s still smiling. “I just…I can’t believe that you actually like me.”
“Is that so hard to believe?” you say, still feeling like he’s laughing at you.
“Yes!” he says. “I mean look at you! You’re the most gorgeous, badass, coolest person I know.” Your heart begins to swell. “You’re completely out of my league! Even Peacemaker thought so when I told him how I felt…”
Slowly you understand what he’s trying to say and while he’s still talking, you walk up to him. He only shuts up when you’re standing right in front of him.
“Can I kiss you now?” you ask softly, glancing at his lips. He quickly nods and you pounce on him, bringing his mouth to yours. He lets out a small moan and you smile, pulling him closer to you. The kiss is deep and messy, both of you so excited to finally do this that you want everything at once. Eventually you come up for air and you wrap your hands around his neck. He looks dazed and a goofy smile is stuck on his lips.
“Wow…” is all he says and you feel proud that you’ve rendered him speechless for once.
“Yeah,” you agree.
“In case it wasn’t clear, I really like you,” he says seriously, and you giggle.
“Mmm I hadn’t noticed,” you joke before looking into his eyes. “I like you too.” The smile he gives you turns your insides to jelly. You glance behind him as you’re suddenly reminded of the rest of the group. Luckily, you don’t spot any peeping eyes but you’re not sure how long that will last. “We should get back to the others.”
The thought of it puts a small damper on your mood. You’re so happy to finally be with the man you’ve been crushing on for months and the moment’s over.
“We could do that,” he says nodding. “OR, we could stay here and continue to make out?”
You smile at his optimistic looking face. “Yeah that sounds better.” His lips crash back down to yours as he backs you into a wall and you can’t help but smile at the trouble this boy is about to bring into your life.
Myinbox is always open! I can’t promise requests will be filled, but I do love hearing your thoughts and headcanons! Fluff/Smut / WIP (✶) 18+ ONLY / MINORS DNI The most recent fics will be before the cut.
FICS BRUCEWAYNE(2022)
WHITE SHEETS, BLOODIED SHIRT PART 1|PART 2 fem!reader • friends w/ benefits • denial of feelings • angst • hurt/comfort
ADRIANCHASE(DC)
MIRROR ON THE CEILING✶ Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3 f!reader • fake relationship • angst • slow burn • violence • denial of feelings
LOVE IS AN EMERALD Part 1|Part 2|Part 3 f!reader • friends w/ benefits • feelings realization • jealous!reader
REARVIEW GLANCES f!reader • est. relationship • car sex • eager!adrian
