Adrian Chase Sad/Angst- âToo Emotionalâ
My Prompt Idea: he accidentally hurts you by saying youâre emotional and freaks out a bit.
Word Count: 1091
A/N: sad/angst, fluffy ending I promise.
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Adrian hadnât meant to upset you, but the moment he saw your face fall, he knew he messed up. Everyone had been hanging out at Harcourts place, and as the night went on, everyone slowly grouped off, with you and Adrian finding an quiet corner to chill in. He doesnât know how it happened, but he made a comment about you being âemotionalâ and then you went quiet.
You pulled away emotionally; the only thing playing through your head on repeat was being told how you were âtoo muchâ or âtoo emotionalâ, something you found yourself hearing regularly growing up. You couldnât help it, you felt things differently, more deeply than others; you couldnât stop the tears that would fall when the people you cared about yelled at you when you disappointed them, but nothing seemed to work. You still hadnât figured out how other people managed their emotions, but you found shutting out your emotions and not feeling anything was the only thing that worked. As you grew up, it became easier to be quite; you couldnât disappoint anyone if they didnât notice you.
Once you joined the 11th Street Kids, it was the first time in a long time you started to feel comfortable opening up emotionally, and allowing yourself to care for them, cause they never made you feel bad about expressing your emotions or made you feel like something was wrong with you. Still, you never talked to them about that part of your childhood.
You could hear Adrian calling your name. âAre you okay? Did I say something to upset you?â
Your emotions were starting to weigh on your chest, slowing crushing it with every second that went by. Oh no, no, no. no⌠donât cry, donât cry, donât cry. He canât see me like this. The tears were already falling down your face before you could stop them, your breathing becoming heavier.
âI didnâtâŚwaitâŚdonât cryâŚIâm sorry, I didnât mean toâŚâ Adrian said, but you were already getting up and heading straight for the bathroom. Adrian was right behind you, but you were able to shut the door before he reached it.
âPlease open the door.â You heard Adrian plead, but you were already sitting on the floor curled up, trying to get your breathing and tears under control, to no avail. It went quiet on the other side and you though he mightâve left. You couldnât hold back the tears anymore and sobbed loudly. You couldnât face anyone like this, especially Adrian, what if he thought you were weak or emotional? What if he wanted nothing to do with you anymore? Then you thought about how you mustâve hurt him, running away and shutting the door on him. He didnât deserve to be worried, he was always so sweet and gentle with you. Your chest starts to feel heavy again, hurting in a way that can only be self-inflicted. More tears escape your eyes as you try to get your sobbing under control, but it only gets worse the more you focus on the fact that you probably hurt him.
âLet me inâŚlet me helpââ He whispered quietly, it was barely audible through the door.
âYouâre just going to think Iâm too emotional and youâll get scared awayâ You barely get out between sobs.
âNo I wonât⌠Iâm just worried about you after the way you ran off and shut the door on me. Please let me in so we can talk.â
You contemplate what to do, and decided to creak open the door. When you do, youâre met with the worried expression on Adrianâs face. You feel even worse, he didnât deserve to feel worried about you, and you felt even more guilty for being the reason he felt that way. You go to turn away as he steps in, but he pulls you into a bear hug. You both stay like that for a few minutes, your breathing becoming more even. You slowly relax into it, feeling safe in his arms, and start crying again.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to worry you, I justâŚâ You thought about how to explain what you were feeling and why you reacted that way but couldn't figure out how to put it into words in a way that you though he would understand.
âHey, Iâve got you. Do you want to tell me why youâre crying? Was it something I said? I didnât mean to hurt you, Iâm sorry.â he says and presses a kiss to your forehead while cradling your head in his hands.
âNo, it wasnât you⌠I know you didnât mean anything by it.â
âWhat do you mean? Come on, talk to me sweetheart.â He whispers against your head.
âItâs just that Iâm too much, too emotional, too weak. I know I am⌠everyone has always said that. I didnât mean to hurt you.â You say, leaning in closer to his chest, snaking youâre arms around him and holding him closer.
He holds you tighter in response. âYou didnât hurt me, just scared me. I donât know what people have told you, but youâre not weak or too emotional. I didnât mean it like that. I like that you feel things deeply, itâs what makes you such a caring person, and Iâm grateful to be one of those people you care about. Donât let anyone ever make you feel like youâre too much, cause youâre not.â He pushes away slightly to look at you. He gives you a quiet smile and grazes his thumb against your cheek to wipe away some tears.
âIâm not ever going to leave, so whenever you need to cry, you can come and cry to me, okay? I prefer that over you crying by yourself. I donât think my heart can take that.â He says gently, still cupping your head as you nod.
âCan we stay like this for a bit? Maybe on the couch cause the bathroom floors are uncomfortable.â You ask quietly, still sniffling, but feeling yourself calm down a bit. He just nods and you both head to the living room, and cuddle for a bit. Your chest starts to feel lighter, and breathing becomes easier. You rest you head in the crook of his neck, with him nuzzling into you head and you both doze off like that, happy and safe.
When the others come back inside, none of them dare to wake you two up, but they do take a couple of photos which youâll find plastered all over your desks the next morning.













