authors note: this was a request, and usually i’d have put it with the drabbles but as usual, i wrote way too much and it took on a life of it’s own, so it’s a whole fic.
summary: “I was standing right here, Adrian, the last time I saw you. You gave me a kiss, said "see you tomorrow” and left me. I am standing right where you left me. Then, after three months of silence, you call me when you’re drunk, and tell me you missed me and that you had a threesome in the same breath. What am I supposed to do with that?“
warning:smut(minors DNI), afab reader,so much angst, like maybe too much angst.
synopsis: You’ve always been pretty good at keeping your cards close to your chest. Now your poker face? That’s another story.
pairing: adrian chase/gender neutral reader
word count: 4.6k (it just keeps getting longer. lord have mercy on yall for chapter 4)
warnings: explicit language, implied sexual content, canon-typical violence, fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, idiots to lovers
a/n: TEE HEE IT’S CHAPTER 3! honest to god, it was really tough trying to decide whether to relent and give yall the sauce now, or set everything up just a little more and make the finale just that tiny bit more delectable. you’ll just have to read on to see what i decided on! and thank yall again for all the love on fennel fields, this fic has truly become my baby and i know i’m gonna feel empty as hell when it’s finished lmao.
Clinging onto the metal bars high up, observed you, your targets. You watched at least ten men walk around the warehouse. Wooden crates were scattered around. One of the men in suits, pointed at one the crates. A slimmer man revealed a crowbar, breaking the wooden panel. Intrigued, leaned you a bit forwards to get a better look. The man was grinning, taking out a weapon. So that was what they were shipping. Of course these were Kingpin’s men. Sudden grunts caught your attention as they came from somewhere in the back. You gasped seeing an injured man being crashed against one of the crates. Kingpin’s men started shouting, drawing their guns.
It didn’t take any seconds for the warehouse to be noisy with gunshots. A dark figure came in sight, moving stealthy. From the way he was moving, knew you he was interfering. – “Oh, no you don’t!” – said you to yourself, getting up to your feet. You clamped onto the first metal bars, setting your foot on the third one. You helped yourself up, setting your two feet on top. Beneath you was the other vigilante having his way. Blocking gunshots and kicking kingpin’s men. You set yourself off, doing a backflip. Landing on your one knee, struck you a pose, cause why not. Some of Kingpin’s men shouted, pointing firmly at you.
You got up with not a scratch. Shots were fired at you, making you avoid them by staying low to the ground. Getting back up, stood you before the guy. You had taken a hold of his weapon, pointing it firmly up. He tried to work his way through your force with no help. You winked at him before throwing a blow against his stomach. Your hands releasing a bit of energy. The guy flew across the room, crashing into the wall that left a large crack from where his body hit. – “Oops.” – said you innocently, holding his gun sloppy in your hand. You threw it away with a mischievous smile. Another henchman came running over to you as you firmly grabbed him by the throat.
You easily lifted him up from the ground, his feet dangling. The devil was caught off guard, suddenly a new sense overwhelming him. He moved his head a bit to the sounds, trying to listen in. He had clearly heard the blow against the wall. He inhaled sharply, hearing another heartbeat. Steady and calm. Clenching his jaw, knew the devil that he wasn’t alone anymore. Someone had shown up, trying to steal his work. Grunting agitated, grabbed he a guy by his throat, smacking him to the ground. It pissed him off that someone else was trying to play hero.
You ignored Hell’s kitchen’s devil, working your way through Kingpin’s men. Shots were fired as you did a few backflips, avoiding them. With no way of seeing where you were going, straightened you your back again, bumping into someone. – “Sorry!” – you called out, peeking over your shoulder at the red leather fabric of a suit. You only heard a clearly annoyed sigh, followed by him grabbing a hold of your shoulders. You shrieked it out, getting thrown over his shoulder, falling onto the ground. – “Stay down!” – breathed he at you, his chest moving heavily with his deep breathing. You shuddered in pain, rolling over to your side. Damn the devil had some moves.
The devil turned himself around as you swung your leg over the floor at him. It hit his ankle, sending him falling flat forwards. He pushed himself up with a deep groan. Touché thought you. He was clearly agitated now as he was ready to teach you a lesson or two, was it not for the few remaining men of Kingpin that required his attention. They were making an escape for it with some crates. You saw him turn his head to the direction of the sounds, without actually looking it. It was more like his ear needed to see then his eyes. He spurted away, going after them as you slowly pulled yourself up. Brushing some dust of your sleeves, allowed you him to take down the last men.
You saw it coming but let him have his go on it. He pushed you with his elbow against the wall. You chuckled in pain from the impact. – “Who are you?” – called he out, pushing his arm deeper onto your throat. You weren’t letting him intimidate you. – “Who’s asking.” – replied you, moving your lips closer to his. He could feel your breath on his lips, making him shudder away. – “What are you doing here?” – asked he then. – “Same as you.” – answered you calmly. He didn’t answer back, just looked at you. observed you. He moved his head a bit to the side, so that his ear was closer to you. You swallowed a bit, finding the silence a bit tense.
He suddenly smiled, turning his head towards you again. He let go of you, turning his back on you. – “Hell’s kitchen has no place for you!” – stated he, making very clear to you that he worked alone. You removed yourself from the wall, creeping up on him. – “I wouldn’t mind dancing…” – started you, coming to stand behind him. Very close that your chest was almost touching his. Moving your hand up, wanted you to let it slide down his shoulder. – “with the devil.” – finished you in his ear, your hand hovering over his shoulder to go towards his chest. With a quick grip had he his hand around your wrist. It startled you a bit, catching you off guard. He spun himself around, a dark grin on his lips. He took a step closer to you, his face inches away from your head.
You breathed out slowly, feeling his breath on your jawline. – “Believe me…” – whispered he to you. – “You couldn’t handle a night with the devil.” – your entire body shuddered from the tension he was releasing on you. It made him smirk, your heart pounding like a maniac. Before you knew it had he reached one of the broken windows. He sat on the frame, looking over his shoulder to you. – “Stay out of it!” – called he out to you, disappearing into the night. You puffed loud, crossing your arms. – “Who does he think he is?” – called you out loud, speaking to yourself and some unconscious men. – “As if he is the only one with a vendetta against Kingpin.” – scoffed you out. Hearing sirens in the distance, took you, your leave as well. Disappearing into the night. For it would not be your last night. No one was going to stop you, not even a devil who had such dare.
***
With heavy rain in your face, were you running stealthily over the rooftops. A guy who moved like a freaking ninja in pursuit. You jumped over a metallic pipe, slowing your tempo a bit down. The guy in pursuit, almost flew over it, making you gasp loud. You ran up to the end of the rooftop, being surprised by a fall to death. You gripped onto the edge, looking down at the deep alleyway below. Of course there was the fire-escape hanging on the side of the building, but it was too low for you to reach. You quickly turned around, standing face to face with one of Kingpin’s trusty men. He pointed his knife at you, luring you out. You took a few steps closer to him, readying yourself to fight him. You motioned for him to approach you as you were ready to take him on.
Just as he was about to run over, was he suddenly gone. The devil standing in his place, grunting loud. You saw Kingpin’s man rolling over the rooftop, being hit by the devil himself. – “I told you to stay out of it!” – called he out, pointing at you as his face was still facing Kingpin’s man on the ground. – “And I decided to ignore that stupid ass decision.” – replied you, hearing him chuckle. – “I’m not going to ask you again! Back off!” – yelled he out, this time turning his head towards you. – “We’ll see about that.” – said you, running up to him. You kicked him in the stomach, releasing a blow of energy on him. The devil got throw almost across the rooftop, smacking against the other edge.
You tilted your head a bit to the side, focusing your attention on kingpin’s men. – “We weren’t finished yet.” – said you, cracking your knuckles. You readied your fist, feeling the energy flow through your veins, building up in one spot. Your hand started to glow in a shade of white. You screamed it out when you received a blow against your cheek. You stumbled down, seeing the devil hover over you. – “What are you?” – asked he of you, clearly still trying to figure you out. You got up to your feet, calling it out as you lashed out to him. He easily blocked your punch, standing face to face with you.
Pulling yourself away, went you for another round. He easily blocked it as well. You threw in a kick, making him catch your leg before it could hit his body. You hadn’t been storing any energy in those limbs, so your punches weren’t as strong as before. He suddenly pushed you away from him just as kingpin’s man waved with his knife in the direction of both of you. His knife landed in the space between you, leaving the devil to grab his arm. With a punch of his elbow, released he his grip on the knife. You gritted your teeth, not finished with the devil, throwing a punch at him. He easily predicted what you were going to do, pulling the guy before him like a human shield.
You hit him in the stomach, sucking the air out of his lungs. The devil then tossed him aside, kicking you back. You stumbled backwards against the edge of the rooftop. – “You really want a go at this?” – asked he, motioning with his hand for you to come closer. Wiping your nose with the back of your hand, got you back up. – “I do!” – spitted you back, not wanting to give him the pleasure. He curled up a smile, readying himself. You did the same, walking in a circle with him. Almost like a dance. You clenched your hand, collecting your energy in your fist.
You noticed a slight change in the devil’s body language as if he sensed what you were doing. You called it out, going for him. The devil did the same, ready with his fist. The two of you were about to clash when Kingpin’s man made his debut again. You quickly staggered back, missing his knife by an inch. The devil kicked him in the face. The guy stumbled your way as you punched his other cheek, sending him wobbling back over to the devil. – “We make quite the team.” – breathed you out. You swore you could see a tiny smile on his lips. – “Don’t push it!” – replied he, kicking the guy in his sheen. He sunk to the ground, calling it out in pain.
The devil went after you again. He wanted to make it clear to you that he worked alone. Taking much pride in it. He grabbed you by the shirt, your back leaning over the edge. – “I’m not saying this again!” – called he out, pushing your back firmer on the edge. You took a hold of his wrist, wanting to be sure that he wouldn’t suddenly let go. If he did, you would simply tip over the edge into the darkness. – “I don’t need you!” – the tone in his voice firmly as he spoke every word out slow and with a deeper meaning. Your heart rate went up at the sudden sense of danger. You were hanging on the edge, your life in the hands of another. – “Do you understand!” – continued he.
In a split second fell you weightless. Your body being held by feathers, your scream caught in your throat. Your mouth was wide open as your hands clawed desperately in the air, no sounds coming out of it. The devil had widened his eyes, feeling that his hands were empty. He came leaning over the edge, listening to your heartbeat. It was racing up in high speed, making him clench his jaw. Kingpin’s man had punched him with the back of his knife between his shoulders, releasing his grip onto you. You managed to hold onto a bar of the fire escape, breaking your fall a bit. The sudden snap made you release your grip, landing on the lower platform of the fire escape, squealing in pain. The devil jumped over the edge, landing on the highest platform.
He then made his way stealthily down, constantly focused on your heartbeat. He made it to where you were, kneeling beside you. – “Are you hurt?” – asked he worriedly. You gave him a push against his chest, not knowing what kind of charade he was putting on. – “You dropped me!” – yelled you at him. – “I…I…I didn’t meant to.” – answered he. You seated yourself down, putting pressure on your back. – “Right! How am I supposed to believe you didn’t just wanted to paralyze me, so I was out of your way.” – groaned you out, inhaling sharply from the pain.
“I’m not that cruel.” – responded he. – “Playing with the big boys is harder than it looks, right.” – added he with a slight bit of mockery towards you. You punched him in the shoulder to act out on him. You tried to stand as he quickly came to your aid. – “I don’t need your help!” – bit you at him, throwing his hand off your arm. You took a hold of the stairs, groaning in pain as you tried to make your way down. Your movement got pulled to a stop by a hand around your arm. – “Look you can’t be walking the streets like that!” – pointed he out, making you exhale deep. You spun around to him, sighing loud for him to hear. – “Well what would you have me do then?”
A large panel got slide aside as it functioned as a door. He gave you a small nudge in your shoulder, telling you to enter. You stumbled forwards as he pulled the ‘door’ to a shut. – “Make yourself at home.” – said he, walking casually around you. – “Who are you?” – questioned you, looking upon the most normal apartment. – “What, you think I lived in a cave or something with knifes hanging on the walls.” – chuckled he out, making you roll your eyes. – “No.” – answered you, stepping deeper into his apartment. – “just… different.” – you swallowed, moving slowly, biting through the pain. – “Sit!” – demanded he off you, pointing at his sofa. You limped your way over to it, letting yourself fall into the comfy seat.
You exhaled relieved, feeling some pressure released from your spine. He returned to you with a pack of ice, handing it over to you. – “You really gonna keep the mask?” – asked you curious. He pressed his lips together, turning his back to you. You shrugged your shoulders, placing the pack of ice against your back. You immediately shuddered in both pleasure and pain. He made his way over to his table, hesitating to take his mask off. He exhaled deep, bringing his hand to the back of his head. With one pull, tore he his mask off his face. Exposed and feeling a bit weird, breathed he out deep. Placing his mask down, was he still doubtful if it was a right thing to do.
Without thinking much further, walked he back over to you. He seated himself down. You noticed him, gulping silently at his handsome face. You had expected a messed-up face, scratches, and scars all over the place. Instead were you staring at a handsome young man with a clean face. - “A face! Does the face has a name as well?” – called you out loud, seeing him crack a tiny smile. – “Mine is Y/n if you were wondering.” – said you as first, letting him off the hook a bit. – “Matt.” – answered he. – “How’s the pain.” – asked he, pointing at you without looking away from the wall he was facing. – “It’s… it’s alright…” – replied you with a slight narrow of your eyes.
There was definitely something off about him. – “Why are you doing this?” – continued he to ask. – “I mean playing vigilante.” – you moved a bit uncomfortable, clenching your jaw at a sting of pain. – “I…I…” – you exhaled deep, looking down at your own lap. – “Kingpin hurt someone close to me…family… I’m not letting him get away with it that easily.” – Clenching your hand, channeled you subconsciously energy at your hand. Matt sensed it again, inhaling sharply. – “What is up with that?” – you blinked surprised, looking at your own hand as if seeing it for the first time. – “Oh…” – breathed you out. – “I’m… I’m what you call a mutant. I can channel any kind of energy through my body, releasing it with a good blow or so.”
“What’s up with you.” – shot you right back, wanting to know his deal as well. Matt swallowed slowly. – “I’m blind.” – confessed he. You hummed baffled. You leaned a bit closer holding your hand out. You wanted to poke him in the cheek with your finger to see if he truly was what he said he was. Before your hand even reached his cheek, had he his grip around your wrist. Not even moving an inch with his head. He pushed your hand down, getting up. – “You can spend the night here, but then you leave, Y/n.” – you watched him go into another part of his apartment.
Exhaling deep, sunk you deeper down into his sofa. Before the morning light were you gone already. Matt slowly awoke from his alarm. He stretched out, remembering he had let you in yesterday. He got out of his bed, walking into the grand living space. He couldn’t hear another heartbeat, making it certain that you had left. He exhaled deep, feeling a bit disappointed that you had left already. Frowning at his own thoughts, laughed he loud. He should be glad you were gone, for the devil works alone.
***
You jumped into an alleyway, thinking you were there first, but Matt landed in the same alleyway as you at the same time. – “You’ve got to be…” – mumbled you out, seeing Matt turn his head in annoyance at your presence. – “I told you to stay the hell away!” – called he out. You walked over to him, pausing close to his ear. – “I don’t listen very well.” – whispered you at him, continuing to strut away. Matt inhaled sharply, coming after you. You were making your way over to the building when a grip around your ankle, made you fall flat forwards. Matt walked past you, shrugging his shoulders.
Clenching your jaw, pushed you, your fist against the ground. Getting up quickly, ran you around the corner. Matt stood in the doorway, waving at you as he closed the door before him. It made you groan out loud annoyed that he kept getting in your way. The door wouldn’t budge as he must have blocked it. Letting all the energy flow towards your hand, clenched you, your grip. Wanting to make an entrance, punched you the brick wall. Clapping your hands together, walked you in, stepping over the crumbled bricks. – “Honey I’m home!” – called you out loud, wanting Matt to hear you.
You stood a bit lost in the dark room, wondering if there was even a fight going on. It wasn’t until you heard clear punches being sold, that you smirked. You made your way quickly up the stairs, seeing Matt already busy in the fight. He punched a guy in the face, making him stumble on his feet. You grabbed the guy by his shoulder pulling him towards you. Handing him one of your own punches, fell he to the ground. Matt turned to you stunned, like a lion that had just been stolen his piece of meat by a hyena. He turned his head swiftly to the side, listening in as someone approached him. He diverted him, allowing him to crash into you. You fell to the ground with the man laying on top of you.
“Huh, I guess not fast enough.” – joked he out with a deep chuckle. You pushed the man off you, wanting to punch him as Matt pressed his foot on the man’s stomach. He swayed his finger from side to side at you, telling you no. You called it out in annoyance that he kept proving to be better then you. You got up, walking away, letting Matt have his way with him. Matt felt a bit disappointed that he couldn’t taunt you anymore. You dodged knives and punches with such swiftness it almost seemed graceful. Matt and you were both stubborn in your fights, constantly trying to proof to be better than the other one.
Almost out of breath, delivered you a final blow. You turned your head, widening your eyes at a sudden heavy weapon. – “F*ck.” – breathed you out, seeing the weapon point at you. It was like a rocket launcher, ready to fire. Matt sprinted up to you, tackling you just when the rocket was launched. You smacked to the ground, rolling over with Matt’s arms around you. The rocket hit the wall, blowing a huge piece of the building up. Matt was laying on top of you, holding his head down, his lips close to your jawline. Crumbled pieces of building fell on top of him, shielding you from it. A wave of dust made its debut as well, coating the both of you.
Matt coughed loud, lifting his head a bit up, his lips inches away from yours. He froze, hearing your heart beat loud and clear. It was speeding up as he couldn’t ignore his own heart racing up as well. – “You okay Y/n?” – asked he, his breath against your lips which felt so intimate. You slowly nodded, answering afterwards as Matt couldn’t see what you did. He pulled himself up, leaving you breathless. He held his hand out to you as you took it, letting him pull you up. The guy with the rocket launcher threw the weapon away as it only had one hit. Matt puffed his chest up, clenching his jaw. He made his way over in a very intimidating way.
You followed close by, wiping some dust off your face. Matt grabbed the guy by his shirt. He smacked him against the wall, dragging him along it. He then released his grip onto him, sending him rolling on the floor. He made his way over, kicking him in the stomach. It turned you a bit on at how brutal he was handling him. When blood was gushing out of his nose, called you him to a stop. He stopped, his blooded fist, hovering the guy’s face. He let go of him as you moved by his side. You stared at Matt, feeling a sudden urge wanting to kiss him. He must’ve felt the same as he grabbed you.
He moved his hand to your shoulder, moving your hair up as he tried to reach your cheek, kissing you firmly. Your body shuddered at his kiss that felt so violent on your lips. Pulling him closer to your body, kissed you him deeper. Matt moved his thumb up towards your nose, trying to feel more of your features. Both of you pulled away out of breath. You nudged him with your hip. – “Does this mean we’re a team Matt?” – questioned you with a smile. Matt shook his head with a silly smile on his lips. – “I’ll think about it.” – whispered he out, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again.
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In the Peacemaker fandom, so many have headcanoned Adrian as Autistic that on the Vigilmaker Sluts server, which is mostly a bunch of neurodivergent fans, came up with this Bingo/Topic card to fill in. The goal is to focus on Adrian and character studies or look at Adrian with interactions of family or the 11th St. Kids. We are avoiding Y/N or self insert style fics as they tend to ignore Adrian’s more Autistic traits or tries to fix them.
*Psst* we were the Autistics that didn’t get Awareness to Acceptance update, but we support it, so please tag any stories with the change!
Second part of what I’m calling Domestic Development is out. This will be 2 or 3 chapters and a lot of hurt/comfort for Chris as he realizes quite what having a declared boyfriend in public brings up for him.
At the gym, Chris asks Adrian how much he weighs. Then he loads that exact weight onto a barbell and does hip thrusts with it, all while making direct eye contact
Another Adrian/Chris little fic, this time with Dad and Papa Chase included! Please give me feedback, maybe I’ll make a companion if people like it enough.
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prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I was wondering if I could request a (peacemaker) Vigilante x reader one shot where they’re dating and reader knows about him being vigilante. He’s very like protective over them like not wanting them to get caught up in his business but one day he’s fighting someone in their home and is basically loosing so reader has to step in and shoot them and afterwards they’re just really shaken up and it’s their first time doing something like that so Adrian tries to comfort them?”
As much as Adrian wanted to pretend like you didn’t know he was Vigilante, you did. You’d stumbled into his artillery probably a week after he started—I mean, it was in your garage. And it freaked you out a lot, you were worried for him. As far as you knew, though, he was making a difference.
You didn’t share the same qualities. You weren’t tactical or driven, you minded your business. Violence was never somewhat you sought out. But Adrian seemed to be using it for a purpose.
The thing about Adrian was he was extreme and tenacious, he loved you to death in a literal sense. His need to protect you was overwhelming, protect you from any danger that may cross your path. At first, it was just little things like crossing the street and locking the door, but now he was hiding his identity from you. Vigilantes had a habit of doing that to protect the ones they loved, and any time you did try to drop hints that you knew, he played dumb, panicked, changed the subject. If you knew, he was compromised. He trusted you with every molecule in his body, but he didn’t trust others.
But Adrian had been compromised, he’d fallen in with the wrong crowd and his identity had been exposed, shared. Once that got to the wrong person, it was over for you. And it actually did happen.
“Who’s at the door this late?” You turned to Adrian, who was sitting next to you on the couch forcing you to watch Fargo reruns. The knock at the door was unsettling to him, he slowly stood up from his seat and whispered to you.
“You should go to the bedroom.” Adrian instructed and you found it a bit more dramatic than he needed, but humored him before he got all crazy and made you barricade yourself in the bathroom or something like that. Once he heard your bedroom door close, he opened the front door and you heard a crash, you threw the door open to check the commotion and saw Adrian sitting in the rubble of your dining room table. “Y/N, don’t come out here! Shut the door.” You saw another man standing over him, you were completely frozen by the menacing intruder. “Y/N, please!” You slammed the door just before the man landed another blow on your boyfriend, you gasped, back against the door as you slid down to the floor.
Adrian kept fighting, but he was completely unarmed and unprepared for this fight. He tried to make it to the kitchen, find a knife or at least a spoon to assist him. Maybe he could scoop the guy’s eyes out. “You won’t win this, Vigilante.”
“How did you know?!” Adrian shouted at him, throwing pillows from the couch at the intruder’s face, but he hadn’t even flinched. “You’re a really big weirdo, you know that? At least I know you aren’t a vampire.”
“You talk a lot for a man about to die.” The intruder growled and punched him across the face, busting his lip and knocking him into a kitchen cabinet.
“I forgot to close that.” He rubbed his head and pulled the biggest knife he could find from the block, slashing the assailant across the arm just once before he strategically blocked it, disarming him immediately. “You have got to teach me some of these moves if I don’t kill you first.”
“Good luck with that.” The man reached to each side of his head, squeezing his skull in between. “You’ll pay for what you’ve done, scum. You can’t get away with killing my people.”
You were still on the floor in the room, hearing Adrian screaming in agony, and that was when you spotted the gun under the dresser. This was life or death, you stopped thinking rationally and pulled the shotgun out. You’d never shot a gun before, never even held one, but you knew it was loaded and you could figure out how to shoot this thing if it was the last thing you’d do. You pulled the forestock, kicked the door open, and found your target, aiming carefully and almost hitting him after you pulled the trigger. “Shit!” The recoil into your shoulder didn’t feel good at all, but it distracted your intruder from cracking Adrian’s skull.
“Y/N?” Adrian felt dizzy, shaking his head around a bit to make sure what he was seeing was real. You had to shake off your own pain, too, and you pulled the forestock of the gun back again. The man began to pace towards you, completely underestimating you and giving you a better shot. You pulled the trigger again, hitting the man in the chest. And for good measure, you fired three more shots.
The body dropped in the hallway and the blood on the walls revealed itself, and the floor started to stain red, as well. You finally snapped back to reality and dropped the piece on the floor, falling to your knees. Adrian was back, too, and ran to your aid. “What did you just do?” He asked, still in shock.
“I don’t know.” You mumbled.
“You killed him.” Adrian reached for the man’s limp arm and dropped it on the floor. “Good job.” He hugged you tightly and gave you a kiss on the cheek, you winced. “Good job—oh, are you…are you hurt?” You looked over at your shoulder and sighed.
“Uh, kickback of the gun. Hit me in the shoulder.” You shrugged it off, which hurt more than you wanted to admit. Adrian and you looked over at the body, one more accustomed to this than the other.
“It was a bad idea to kill him inside the house.” He commented to himself and you glared at him, tears in your eyes. “Not your fault.”
“What do we do?” You asked him and he shook his head, standing on his feet and helping you off the floor.
“Don’t worry about it. Matter of fact, go take a shower. A really long shower, okay?” Adrian’s instructions were perfect to you. You didn’t even need to question them, you just went. “Y/N, hey. You did the right thing. I’m glad we didn’t die.” You agreed with a nod and shut the bathroom door behind you, keeping yourself away from the scene. It was maybe an hour and a half before you left that bathroom, the water had been cold for some time but it was what you needed. Replaying in your head were those gunshots, your ears rang right after, they still felt a bit clouded. You can’t believe you just killed someone. You took a life. You wanted to go to the police but you know that’d only ruin your life worse.
When you left the bathroom, the house was back to normal like it was all a bad dream. Adrian was acting normal, he was still watching Fargo on the couch, but he was ready to change it to something like The OfficeorFriends for you. He’d laid out a new set of clothes on your bed. The couch futon was pulled out. The dining room table was simply gone. A lot of the carpet was removed, you didn’t even want to think about it. You checked to make sure the doors were locked and he noticed right away. “Did you have a nice shower?”
“It was good, yeah.” You were still distracted, looking at each window. “What have you been up to?”
“I made nachos and s’mores. I used the toaster oven, that thing is sweet.” Adrian showed you the plates he’d made for light snacking. “Are you gonna sit down? These are prime Nick at Nite hours.” Your boyfriend lifted the mounds of blankets for you to join him, and you did. You still felt safe next to him despite being the one to save his ass. You curled up next to him, slowly munching on the chips in front of you as the laugh tracks on the TV played. As slick as he could, he put his arm over you and rested his hand on your shoulder, tracing his finger around before sliding it under your collar and peeking at the impact point of the stock of the gun, which was starting to darken and bruise. He felt a bit guilty that it had come down to that, even if that was the worst of the injuries you sustained. But you seemed to want to forget it for now, and he’d give you that tonight. After all, nothing felt as important as Full House at three in the morning. If anything, he’d just call you a badass and give you a high five. He’d really been resisting the urge to high five you all night. He really thinks you deserve it.
You didn’t think you’d be able to sleep tonight, and if you did you knew it wouldn’t be sound. And you had so many questions keeping you up, this night was completely hellish and the only thing stopping you from losing your cool and wailing the night away was the man sitting beside you, just doing what he does best.
