Nova's Thoughts

Word count: 1.8K

A/N: My schedule looks really busy for the next few months, so I may just stick to headcanons/ shorter fics till I get more time to write, but I’ll do my best to keep them coming. I also feel like my brain has stopped working several weeks ago, so I do apologise if there are some inconsistencies, pls let me know so I can fix them :)

I am currently working on a mixture of smut/fluff headcanons for Adrian Chase, Ryland Grace (ofc), and Eddie Munson, so wish me luck! I hope you enjoy this! Definitely wasn't inspired by real life or anything....

Content: Set before PHM, starts off with them as undergrad students. Gender neutral reader (I tried), meet-cute, mutual pining, both cowards about their feelings (who said that?👀), late-night confessions, and a brief kiss at the end.

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You and Ryland first bumped into each other in the lecture hall of a gen ed course during your undergrad years. It had been a quick interaction; both of you were just trying to find a seat before the professor started talking. You would never admit it out loud, but you were contemplating dropping the class until you met him; something about him made you want to say. You never really said much to each other, only acknowledging the other with a passing smile if you happened to make eye contact, which happened quite often, actually… that should’ve been the first sign. Still, neither of you had the guts to do anything about your festering feelings beyond a few glances and smiles at each other, so nothing came of it.  

That was until you met up with some of your friends for a study session on campus a few weeks before exams, and lo and behold, one of them walked in with a shit-eating grin, alongside the guy you had been talking her ear off about over the past semester. 

“Heyy, guess who I bumped into…People, this is Ryland. He’s in one of my molecular biology classes, and he’ll be joining our little study sess.” She proceeded to introduce him to everyone, listing off the names of everyone sitting at the table, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from staring at you the entire time. “...and finally, this is-” 

“Hi… um, I think we actually have a class together…” Ryland said, raising his hand to wave at you awkwardly while smiling at you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He said, turning his head to face your friend. He looked equal parts excited and nervous as he glanced back at you. 

“It’s fine, seems like you two know each other well. Why don’t you go and sit next to them.” She said, throwing you a wink as she nudged him towards you. What she didn’t tell either of you was that both of you had been talking to her about your feelings for each other. Now she wasn’t going to be a bad friend and share what either of you told her in confidence, but she definitely didn’t have any issues playing matchmaker. As the evening went on, both of you had pulled away from the others, laughing at each other's (terrible) science puns, and getting to know a bit more about the other. 

The chemistry between you two came so naturally; if anyone had seen you two together, they would’ve thought you had known each other for years, and that's what most people assumed every time they saw you together for the next few years of your lives. You two would catch up over coffee, both of you complaining about your Master’s research, talking about the book you decided to read together, teasing each other, and ofc Ryland begging you to teach him how to “criss-cross with the needle and thread.” And without a beat, every single time someone would come up to you two, usually a sweet older lady with her husband, commenting on how you two make such a cute couple. It never failed to make you blush. Initially, you would correct them, but after a while you two thought it would be“funny” to play along. 

You two were so preoccupied with your own feelings that you didn’t even consider the possibility that the other might return it, too afraid your own feelings would ruin your friendship. 

I mean, what if you didn’t feel the same way? That’s what was holding back Ryland. He didn’t want to risk ruining things with you on the off chance you might’ve liked him back. If you didn’t feel the same way, then you might think he was only friends with you because he liked you, like your friendship didn’t mean anything to him. Then you would definitely pull away, and he couldn’t… no, he wouldn’t risk that. He would much rather pretend his feelings didn’t exist if it meant you would stay in his life.

You had been having similar feelings about him. You had always liked him, but along the way your little crush developed into something more. He wasn’t just some guy you admired from afar anymore; he was Ry, the person who made your heart flutter when he complimented you, the person who brought a smile to your face when you were having a bad day, the person who never made you feel like you were too much for him, and the person you knew you could rely on at the end of the day. You couldn’t imagine your life without him now, but even those thoughts weren’t enough to pull a confession out of you. 

It wasn’t until you both had a movie marathon at his place one evening that you considered he might return your feelings. You were comfortably curled up on one end of the couch when you caught him glancing at you from the corner of your eye. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…Why would something be wrong?” He responded awfully quickly.

“You were looking at me, so I thought something was wrong.” You shrugged.

“I wasn’t looking at you.” He said, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah, you were. I saw you.” You insisted.

“Okay, even if I was, which I wasn’t, there’s nothing unusual about it. With how often we hang out, I’m technically always looking at you.” He reasoned.

“Is that so? Please, tell me more about how you look at me.” You said teasingly now, turning to face him.

“Not like that! Um…You know what I mean… we’re missing the good part of the movie.” he said abruptly, his ears turning cherry red to match his face as he turned to hide it from you, suddenly watching the T.V very intensely. You both settle into a comfortable silence, a smile playing on your lips as the movie plays in the background. Does he like me? Surely I would’ve noticed if the person I liked felt the same way, right? You glance at him for a second, contemplating the possibility of him returning your feelings, thinking back to the times he would get shy when complimenting you. Huh…Maybe I wouldn’t, you think. You see him shift towards you out of the corner of your eye, laying his head in your lap contentedly with his eyes closed. 

“If I ever moved to Iceland, would you move with me?” He asks, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Iceland? Why there? You ask, looking at him quizzically, gently dragging your hands through his hair, pulling a sigh from him. 

“Idk, it’s just a place that popped into my head. Forget I asked anything.” He says, moving to sit up.

“Why are you moving?” You ask quickly.

“I’m not moving…It was just a hypothetical question.” He responded, sitting with his back to you.

“I wasn’t talking about Iceland. I meant, why are you getting up from my lap? Stay.” You said, gently tugging him back. He settled comfortably on your lap, and you both stayed like that for the remainder of the evening, raking your fingers gently through his hair as he tried not to fall asleep. He wishes he could stay here, in your lap forever, but his roommates return from their night out, slamming the door shut on their way in, causing Ryland to shoot up and fling himself to the other end of the couch, his heart racing, feeling like a couple of teenagers caught making out by their parents.

“Hey, lovebirds, we’re home!” His roommates joke like usual, but this time something feels different. The tension in the air is thick, and with neither of you able to make eye contact, you decide it’s best to call it an early night. You’re staying at his place tonight, so after you brush your teeth, you go to his room to find the air mattress covered with a bunch of blankets and pillows. He watches you settle into the pile of blankets, watching you make yourself comfortable

He walks over from where he was standing and collapses on top of your blankets, trapping you underneath him.

“Ry…What are you doing… You’re too heavy. You’ll suffocate me to death.” You say, giggling as he moves his arms to circle you, trapping you in place.  

“That’s okay, I’ll just bury you in the backyard. There’s enough space for you.” He mumbles into the blanket.

“Very funny Ry.” you say. God, he really loves it when you call him Ry. You’re the only person who does. He looks up at you in the dimly lit room, smiling before burying his face in your neck. 

“I swear I’ll do it.” He says, tightening his hold on you. 

“Then who will move with you to Iceland?” You ask teasingly, hoping to distract him so he doesn’t notice the blush creeping up your face due to the proximity. “If I’m being honest, I would prefer to move somewhere more tropical. If you want me to move with you, it needs to be somewhere I like too.”

“Really?” He mumbles. “Well, I guess I’ll have to marry you so I can take you with me.”

“You’re going to have to ask me out first before you marry me.” You respond.

“And if I did, would you say yes?” he says, the words slipping out before he can stop himself. He looks up at you with his puppy dog eyes, waiting for you to push him away. Instead, you pull your arms out from underneath him, wrapping them around his neck to pull him closer. 

“Does this count as a yes?” You whisper, your breath ghosting his lips, before you pull him forward, causing him to crash into your lips. It takes him a second to process what’s happening before he starts moving his lips, his hands moving up to cup your face gently. He breaks the kiss, pulling away slightly to catch his breath as he takes in what just happened. He smirks, his hands now caressing your face. 

“You know, I don’t think I quite got it. Maybe we could do that again, just so we’re clear on whether you’re saying yes…” He says, leaning towards you again, causing you to humm against his lips once they touch yours again. 

Word Count: 576

A/N: I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, I hope it's ok.

Btw, would you guys also be interested in some Ryland Grace or Eddie Munson headcanons? Because I am thinking of writing some… anyways enjoy :)

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Adrian told you not to stay up late waiting for him because he had a patrol shift tonight, much to his dismay. After all, that meant he couldn’t spend the night with you.

A few hours had passed since he left, and by now the rain had picked up and was pouring outside, filling the quiet room with harsh pattering from where it hit the bedroom window. You decided it was time to head to bed, going through your regular nighttime routine, navigating the room with the dim light coming from Adrian’s bedside lamp that he insisted he needed because you didn’t want to admit that you hated the dark, but of course he picked up on it pretty quickly. You finally tuck yourself under your warm bedsheets and drift off to sleep. 

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When he finally gets back, he quietly creeps into your bedroom, making sure not to wake you. Once he cleans himself up, he walks over to sit on his side of the bed, placing his glasses on the bedside table before rolling over to face you. He watches you sleep for a few minutes, noting how your chest rises and falls in the dimly lit room. He trails the tips of his fingers softly over the beauty marks covering your arms, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

He couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked in this light, how peaceful you looked. He hated making you worry every time he went out on patrol, but someone had to do it. Besides, coming back to you every night made it worth it. No matter how many times he repeated this routine, he knew he would never get over how safe he felt with you. He knew that no matter what, you accepted him for who he was, vigilante and all. There is nowhere else he would rather end his nights than with you. 

He notices the goosebumps on your shoulder and pulls the blanket up, draping it over your shoulders to keep you warm.

You stir awake and look up at him with hazy eyes. “Hi baby, when did you get in?” you mumble, still half asleep.

“Just now…mhm…do you know how pretty you look?” He whispers, not daring to break the quiet atmosphere. 

“You always say that.” But it doesn’t fail to bring a smile to your face like every other time.

“Well, it’s true.” He says, shifting himself closer to you, pushing your hair out of your face, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

You lean into it and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling yourself closer to his warmth. He notices and wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body, feeling you relax into his side. 

Word count: 729

A/N: 18+, Somnophilia adjacent, accidental voyeurism, and unprotected sex.

I've been caught up with so much work, so hopefully this shorter piece satisfies your Adrian cravings like it did for me.

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Horny! Adrian, whose caught off guard when you walk into the men's bathroom as he's changing out of his suit, leaving him in his white underwear and has to guide you out, placing his hands on your shoulders, because you refuse to open your eyes out of embarrassment, which also makes it hard for you to relocate the door. You mutter a string of apologies up until he pushes you out that door, and is grateful you keep your eyes shut so you can't see the bulge growing in his underwear with every second that passes.

Horny! Adrian, who agrees to spar with you, and foils your attempt at a leg lock around his head, which results in your legs resting on his shoulders as he pushes you into the floor, mimicking a mating press, which has him bucking up into you. You gasp and squirm in his grasp, grinding into him in a failed attempt to move away. He quickly pulls away, profusely apologising, even though he loved watching you squirm under him all breathless. He doesn't mention anything about the way you pressed into him, or how you rubbed your thighs together after.

Horny! Adrian, who is such a good friend, accepts your request for help when you're drunk, which results in him laying you in your bed on your back, with your legs spread in front of him, making his mind run wild. He starts to undress you, at your request, but you ask him to do it with his eyes closed, which ends up feeling more intimate than it was meant to. He runs his fingers over your soft legs as he pulls your jeans off. He then runs them back up, grabbing your hips to move you closer, feeling his way up your body, pushing your shirt up which allows his fingers to graze your lace bra, before pulling your top off you. He gropes around for one of his shirts, sitting you up to lean against his chest as he slides it on you. Out of respect, he tucks you into his bed, and camps on the floor with a pillow and a couple of blankets. However, once he's sure you're knocked out, he finds his hand wandering south, thinking back to your sparring session earlier, quietly stroking himself, finding his gaze drifting back to you no matter how much he tries to look away. He imagines pulling apart your pussy with his fingers and watching his cock slowly slide in, stretching you open as he bottoms out, pulling the most sinful noises from you. He hears you shuffling in your sleep, rotating to face him, and despite knowing he should stop, he can't help but quicken his strokes, cumming within seconds, wishing it was in you instead.

Horny! Adrian who lets himself into your place because you asked him to help set some things up for the party before the others arrive. He hears you breathlessly call his name, following it to your room, finding you sprawled out on your bed, with a vibrator between your legs, not calling, moaning his name. He can’t help how hard he gets, watching the way face contorts in pleasure as you concentrate, your breathing picking up the closer you get to reaching the climaxing. He pushes his pants down, and before you even register he's there, he's pushing his cock inside you, breaking you out of the little trance you were in as you realize he's here, in your house, with his dick inside you…and you don't mind.

Word count: 249

A/N: Just some ways that Soft! Adrian shows he cares about you, very short headcanon.

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Soft! Adrian, who always drives you home and tucks you into bed with your ‘decorative' plushies when you drink too much, leaving a drawing of a scribbly spider on your bedside table along with one of his famous ‘fake facts’ that “spiders have 12 teeth”

Soft! Adrian, who, despite Ade’s advice, insists on keeping pads and tampons in his desk along with painkillers and heat pad patches after you needed them one time

Soft! Adrian, who, despite not liking skin contact, always finds excuses to constantly touch you, such as in the form of hugs, even finding himself looking forward to it

Soft! Adrian, who always knows when something is upsetting you, so he plans a movie night, ordering your favorite takeaway and ice cream, while you're both piled under a bunch of pillows and blankets as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him the whole night

Soft! Adrian, who despite his limited first aid experience (mainly from patching himself up), will always offer to patch you up after some fieldwork, taking his time to gently clean any wounds you may have received, no matter how small, before wrapping some gauze around it

Word Count: 386

A/N: Short headcannon that popped into my head. Gets a bit suggestive/smutty towards the end, 18+.

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Perv! Adrian, who first met you at work and started keeping an eye on you as you walked to your car after a late shift because he wanted to make sure you were safe.

Perv! Adrian, who became very protective over you very quickly, stepping in between you and a customer when they had the nerve to yell at you, even checking up on you afterwards.

Perv! Adrian, who follows you home that night to make sure you were alright.

Perv! Adrian who quietly checks around your house to make sure no one (else) is stalking you, because in his mind he is just protecting you. Who else is better suited at protecting you than the Vigilante?

Perv! Adrian, who was going to leave, but heard your muffled voice and thought something was wrong, so he crept up to your bedroom window to check on you.

Perv! Adrian, who knew it was wrong, but couldn’t tear his gaze away when he saw you lying on your back, legs spread wide to give him the perfect view of you playing with yourself as you kept on moaning.

Perv! Adrian, who couldn’t help but touch himself through his pants as you sped up.

Perv! Adrian, who completely lost it when you moaned his name, pulling himself out and quickly stroking himself while being entranced by the wet slick coating your fingers.

Perv! Adrian, who came within seconds, letting out a whimper with your name, catching your attention.

Perv! Adrian, who quickly tucked himself back into his pants and sprinted back to his car around the corner, only taking a moment to catch his breath when he was sure you didn’t follow him

Perv! Adrian, who felt guilty the instant he got back into his bed, but couldn’t help but imagine how good it would feel to have you moaning around his cock while you moved your hand to work whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth, cause you definitely wouldn’t be able to.

Perv! Adrian, who tried to act normal the next day he saw you, but he just came off as nervous, which was normal to you when he was around you

Word Count: 870

Warning: Content: 18+, smut with no plot, overstimulated, feral for another, still hopped up on sex pollen, unprotected p in v (always use protection)

A/N: Can be read alone, or as a follow-up to ‘Supply Closet’. All you need to know is they both ingested some sex pollen powder substance and plan on working that out of their system. Happy reading :)

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After being eaten out by Adrian in the supply closet, you both found a chance to talk, at which point you both figured out the powder in the lab was likely some sort of aphrodisiac.

You felt surprised and disappointed when Adrian said it was just a one time thing cause of the sex pollen. He was secretly hoping you would tell him otherwise.

However, when you both came up to his place, neither of you could ignore the same feeling you had when you were both trapped in that supply closet.

Who better to help you out than a trusted friend who had already demonstrated how good he was at taking care of you?

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You don't know how you both managed to make it through the rest of the day without fucking each other. And as a reward, you got to feel every vein on his cock slowly drag in and out of you every time he moved. He kept on thrusting in and out of you, not as fast as he could, but not exactly slow either, just enough to have you gasping and moaning for more.

“Fuck sweetheart, you're pulling me in…mhm…it's like your pussy wants to keep my cock buried in it…fuck…” He kept on rambling about how you were made perfectly for him. His head was tucked into your neck, occasionally sucking on the skin there, as he kept his pace, pistoning in and out, over and over, in a way which could only be meant to torture you.

“Please, Adrian…mhm…faster please…fuck…” You had kept on begging him to increase his pace, but he wasn’t letting up. He grabbed the back of your thighs and spread them wider, changing the angle slightly, which had you arching your back. From this new angle, you could feel everything: how his cock kept on stretching you the deeper he went, how he managed to hit the spot that had you curling your toes and moaning his name every single time. He then pressed his fingers into your clit, which had you grinding into him as you gasped and whimpered around him. His thrusts started to get harder and faster, which only made the tightening in your abdomen worse. He leans down, draping his body over yours as he picks up his pace.

“I know baby…fuck, I can feel how close you are with how tightly you're squeezing me. I just need you to come first. Can you do that for me? I'd really like to see it.” He mumbles against your lips before melding his with yours. You moan into his mouth and gasp as your orgasm hits you before you can even register it, and he loves it. He pulls away slightly to watch the way your face contorts with pleasure and you squeeze your eyes shut. “You look so pretty like this. I wish I could see you like this all the time.” He says, thrusting into you at a brutal pace, following you a couple seconds later with a loud moan as you feel him spill into you.

You expect him to slow down, but he keeps up his pace, thrusting into you at almost triple the speed he was going before. You cried out against him, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but he just leans in closer, folding your legs and pushing them closer to your chest.

“Adrian, it's too much.” You whimper, starting to feel overwhelmed with the pit forming in you abdomen so quickly.

“You can take it baby, just a little more.” He says between sharp thrusts. You start to feel a familiar tightening in your abdomen, barely being able to hold on. You start to move your hips to meet his thrusts, trying to reach the high you both so desperately needed.

“I'm so close.” You whimper, and that’s all the encouragement he needs to snake his hand between you two as he starts rubbing circles on your clit. That’s all it takes for the familar coil in you to snap for a second time that night, with him following a few thrusts later, collapsing on your chest.

When he eventually moves to pull out, you can feel him leaking out of you, likely onto his already messy bedsheets. He moves back into his knees and slowly spreads apart your legs to admire the mess you both made.

“You really do look pretty when you're all fucked out because of my cock” He says smugly, before leaning back in to pepper kisses all over your face, going back to being more sweet than cocky.

“Well that’s good, cause I like being fucked out on your cock” You respond coyly, which brings his attention back to you. He rubs his cock through your folds, eliciting a mix between a gasp and moan from you.

“I don't know how you're still so hard after that.” You mumble, feeling him smile against your lips.

“I can't help it, that’s the effect you have on me.” He says, pulling you into an all-consuming kiss, before pushing himself back into you for another round, which had you moaning into his mouth.

Word count: 1k

Content: Little bit of angst, fluff, both being cuties.

A/N: After logging into my Tumblr account, I’ve realized I missed a very important birthday and would hate to disappoint Adrian, so this is my way of making up for that. Also, thank you all so much for the love you’ve been showing my posts; I wasn’t sure they would get much attention, if any. I’ll try to continue to post regularly, but my schedule can get a bit busy, so feel free to reach out if you feel I’ve been quiet for too long. Happy reading :)

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Adrian hadn’t grown up expecting much from his birthdays. He hadn’t had many friends growing up, he only had his shitty brother, and after his dad left… well, he didn’t like to talk much about it. As time passed, he drew less attention to his birthday; he stopped mentioning it to others and acted like it was just another day, because he believed that other people didn’t care.

That was until you came along.

You seemed to remember every detail about everyone on the team, especially Adrian. You always made an extra effort with him, which made you come across as thoughtful and caring, specifically that you cared about him. He always made an extra effort with you as well, in his own way; he would always listen to you rant about your hobbies, even if he had no interest in them himself or didn’t quite understand what you were talking about. It was his way of showing he cared about you, by treating you how he wanted to be treated, how you treated him.

He couldn’t help the wide smile that covered his face every time you did the smallest thing for him, so he allowed himself to hope after so many years that maybe you would be the one to care about his birthday.

His birthday was on the 30th of June; Today was the 1st of July.

You were still new to the team, so you didn’t want to overstep. You expected someone to organize a small get-together or something, even after Adrian’s comment that “birthdays don’t really matter,” but nothing. He had been avoiding you since then, keeping most conversations with you to a minimum, and you realized not doing anything for him was probably the worst thing you could’ve done to hurt him.

He had gotten so used to people forgetting him that he had learned to accept it. He genuinely believed you would’ve remembered, but you forgot just like everyone else.

That wasn’t true; you had expected someone to sort out a birthday dinner, so you had decided to make him a small gift to give him at this hypothetical dinner, but when that didn’t happen, the gift you made him was left sitting on your desk at home. You instantly noticed the change in his usually happy demeanor; he was quieter today, sitting by himself with his headphones on, ignoring everyone around him. You hated that you contributed to him feeling this way, and wanted to make sure he knew you remembered.

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When he was packing up and heading off later in the day, you quickly caught up to him in the parking lot.

“Adrian, wait up!” you said as you tried to catch your breath. Could he be any faster?

“Hey, what’s up?” He replied, forcing a smile on his face, but it was obvious he was putting it on for you.

“About your birthday yesterday…” You started, but he cut you off. “Don’t worry about it, no one does anything for it anyway. Don’t worry about it.” He says, repeating himself like it would make it true, his smile faltering a little.

“But I made you something.” You say as you basically shove the wrapped gift into his chest to get him to grasp it, which he does so hesitantly.

“You didn’t need to…. No one does…” He says.

“But I wanted to. I’ve actually been working on it for the past few weeks. It’s not anything expensive, but I hope you like it.” You say quietly, now feeling a bit anxious about the prospect of him disliking something you put time and effort into making for him. You should’ve just bought him something like other people would, especially cause you know it took you almost a few months to make him this gift. He looks directly at you now, contemplating the idea that someone put effort into making something for him. “I know you said your birthday doesn’t matter or anything, but I wanted to do this for you. I did remember your birthday; I just didn’t want to make it a big deal cause you made it seem like it wasn’t, but I still wanted to give you something, cause birthdays are a big deal to me.” You say more enthusiastically.

“Oh, um…thank you, I guess. Can I open it now?” He asks, waiting for you to nod back before ripping into the wrapping paper like a little kid on Christmas morning. You had also stuffed some lollies into the gift as you wrapped it, which became evident as they fell to the ground when he pulled out the teal and black zip-up high-collar jacket you had spent months knitting him.

“The zip was the tricky part; I hated sewing that on… I also figured the teal was a safe colour cause you’ve made it pretty clear that you love that colour…” You continue rambling on, trying to fill in the silence as he admires the jacket. He can’t help the genuine smile that spreads on his face as he goes to try it on.

“Wow, you made this? And in teal? This is the best birthday gift ever!” he says, zipping his new jacket up. His mood had completely shifted, returning to his regular upbeat self. He pulls you in for a quick hug, only lasting a couple of seconds before he pulls away, catching you by surprise. He picks up the candy that fell out of his gift and thanks you again before skipping off. You felt better after seeing him skip off happily, even more so cause he knew you cared.

You did wonder if it was too much, but that thought was cut short by Adrian sitting at his desk the morning with your teal jacket on. Any chance he got, he talked about how much he loved the jacket you made for him to anyone who would listen, or even if they didn’t. Anytime you overheard him, you couldn’t help but blush, and it would only get worse when you caught him looking over at you with that stupid grin on his face. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to the extra attention he gave you, but it was worth it if it meant seeing him this happy.

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My Prompt Idea: he accidentally says you’re "emotional" and freaks out cause he hurt you.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: sad/angst, fluffy ending I promise.

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Adrian hadn’t 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 doesn’t know how it happened, but he made a comment about you being “emotional” and then you went quiet.

You pulled away emotionally; the only thing playing through your head on repeat was being told how you were “too much” or “too emotional”, something you found yourself hearing regularly growing up. You couldn’t help it, you felt things differently, more deeply than others; you couldn’t 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 hadn’t 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 couldn’t disappoint anyone if they didn’t 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. “Are you okay? Did I say something to upset you?”

Your emotions were starting to weigh on your chest, slowing crushing it with every second that went by. Oh no, no, no. no… don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. He can’t see me like this. The tears were already falling down your face before you could stop them, your breathing becoming heavier.

“I didn’t…wait…don’t cry…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” 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.

“Please open the door.” 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 might’ve left. You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore and sobbed loudly. You couldn’t 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 must’ve hurt him, running away and shutting the door on him. He didn’t 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.

“Let me in…let me help’” He whispered quietly, it was barely audible through the door.

“You’re just going to think I’m too emotional and you’ll get scared away” You barely get out between sobs.

“No I won’t… I’m just worried about you after the way you ran off and shut the door on me. Please let me in so we can talk.”

You contemplate what to do, and decided to creak open the door. When you do, you’re met with the worried expression on Adrian’s face. You feel even worse, he didn’t 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.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you, I just…” 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.

“Hey, I’ve got you. Do you want to tell me why you’re crying? Was it something I said? I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry.” he says and presses a kiss to your forehead while cradling your head in his hands.

“No, it wasn’t you… I know you didn’t mean anything by it.”

“What do you mean? Come on, talk to me sweetheart.” He whispers against your head.

“It’s just that I’m too much, too emotional, too weak. I know I am… everyone has always said that. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You say, leaning in closer to his chest, snaking you’re arms around him and holding him closer.

He holds you tighter in response. “You didn’t hurt me, just scared me. I don’t know what people have told you, but you’re not weak or too emotional. I didn’t mean it like that. I like that you feel things deeply, it’s what makes you such a caring person, and I’m grateful to be one of those people you care about. Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you’re too much, cause you’re not.” 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.

“I’m 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 don’t think my heart can take that.” He says gently, still cupping your head as you nod.

“Can we stay like this for a bit? Maybe on the couch cause the bathroom floors are uncomfortable.” 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.

Word count: 2k

A/N: sex pollen, oral, fingering, Adrian being a consensual king, stuck in a closet. I’m also choosing to ignore DC comics cannon and took away Adrian’s ability to pick locks for this fic.

DNI (Do not interact) for accounts without an age or under 18. I will block your account.

I wasn’t planning on it, but should I post a part 2 for ‘Supply Closet’? Aka more smut with plot continuing with the sex pollen idea? Keeping in mind this is my first fic ever and my writing is a work in progress.

The following fic (pretty much smut) can be read as a continuation of this one: Overstimulated

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You and Adrian had been sent to do some recon for an upcoming mission. You waited till everyone left the lab before quietly slipping into the dark building.

“Ow.” Adrian exclaimed.

“Sorry, I can’t see anything with the lights off.” you said as you tried to feel for your surroundings again, but bumped straight into Adrian, again. “How are you always in the way?”

“How do you always manage to find me? I get that you like me, but at least wait till we finish our mission before you try anything.” He replied, and you knew he was smirking the same way he knew you rolled your eyes at his comment. You were always joking like this with each other, but that's it. Nothing more.

He tapped his borrowed keycard to give us access to the lab we were here for. The room was dimly lit, and all we saw were lab benches covered in notes. Upon closer inspection you found them to be about Maca root, Saffron, and…

“They have Horny Goat Weed.” Adrian said grinning and showing off the green plant matter he found. Honestly, it looked like any other plant with green leaves and small white flowers. Aphrodisiacs?

“How do you even know what Horny Goat Weed looks like?” I said while giving him a quizzical look.

“Well, that’s what the packet I grabbed it from said.” He said like it was obvious, and held up the plastic bag that said “Horny Goat Weed” in black writing, followed by “DO NOT OPEN” in bold red writing.

“Adrian! No! Why did you touch it? You don’t touch things that say not to open them.” You quickly walk over to grab the plant from his hands, but he steps back and walks straight into the flimsy shelf filled with colorful substances, knocking a few bottles to the ground in the process. The powder from one of them drifts through the air with a gold shimmer and then disappears.

“What was that?” you say between coughs, waving a hand to get rid of any remaining shimmer.

“How would I know? I just knocked the bottle over.” He says, but it comes out breathy.

“Let’s just take a few photos and get out of here without breaking anything else.” You say and see him nod back. You both work in silence for the next few minutes and feel your body start to warm up. It’s probably the heating, but having worked in a lab, you know why that wouldn't be true. You stumble upon some notes detailing how to synthesize the aphrodisiac chemicals from the plant you found earlier. Why are they trying to isolate the ‘aphrodisiac’ chemical? You try to forget about it as you take the photo. Your attention is pulled to the metal clattering behind you. You quickly turn around and see Adrian leaning on the counter with his head between his hands.

“Adrian, are you okay?” You lean in to check on him, and all you can think about is how good he smells. His mask is off when he flicks his eyes up to look at you through his frames, and you notice how dilated his pupils become once they meet yours. You feel yourself become dizzy with how intensely he stares at you.

“Yeah, just needed a second to breathe.” He says, glancing at your lips and back at you.

You hear some footsteps heading your way, and you both make a run for the supply closet and shut the door, leaning your back against it. You turn your face to look up at him and notice just how small the space is, with both of your faces inches from each other. You can feel the warmth radiating off him through his suit, and you subconsciously lean in despite feeling just as warm. Both of you are breathing heavily now. You notice him pull his bottom lip through his teeth and look up to see him already staring back. He steps between your legs, pinning you against the door, with his hands falling at your waist as his head leans down. His lips graze yours, testing, waiting for you to make a move. You don’t know why, but you move to fill the small aching gap he’s left between the two of you.

You press your lips to his and feel him lean into the kiss, humming in approval as his hands run up your side, pulling you even closer, if that’s even possible. You both break away, resting your foreheads against each other, breathing like you just finished a marathon.

“That was new,” you whispered, still worried about the footsteps you heard earlier.

“Is that a bad thing?” He whispered questioningly, scanning your eyes for any sign of regret.

“No, I just wasn’t expecting that when I closed us in here.”

Adrian grins at you, and you can't help but mirror him. You both stay like that, enjoying each other's company while listening out for those footsteps you heard earlier. When you both agree it’s clear to check, you try to open the door and find it locked. Oh shit. “Uh, so I think I might’ve locked us in here.”

“What?! Let me try. It’s probably just stuck.” He jiggles the door handle a few times before accepting defeat. “So you might’ve locked us in here. Well, since we’re stuck in here…” He starts grinning at you as he moves to pin you back against the door.

“Adrian, what’s gotten into you?” You ask while trying to hide how much this turns you on.

“Am I not allowed to appreciate how pretty you are? Do you not like it? I can stop.” He moves a step back to give you some space.

“No, that’s not it. But it’s not like you to be so touchy and flirty.” You say a bit flustered.

“So you’re okay with me touching you like this?” He steps closer, moving to rest his hands back on your waist, while his right hand plays with the waistband of your pants.

“Adrian…” you say warningly, but it comes out more as a whimper. You can feel yourself getting worked up, feeling sparks whenever his fingers graze your skin.

“Come on, we’re always flirting, and I can tell you love this. All you have to do is tell me to stop.” He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, and waits for a response.

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” You say, looking up at him through your lashes. That’s all it takes for his self-restraint to go out the window. His hands run along your ass and thighs, before he tightly grips them and whispers, “Jump.” You happily oblige and feel his bulge press up perfectly against your core. You both moan at the much-needed contact before tangling your hands in his hair and pulling his mouth back to yours.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip as he grinds against you, making you both moan simultaneously. He takes the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth as he continues to rub against you, making you moan around his tongue. You're engulfed in him; it’s both intoxicating and dizzying. He pulls away and starts kissing down your jaw, then your neck, stopping when he finds the sweet spot that has you whimpering and grinding against him even harder.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that sweetheart.” He says while still mouthing at your skin. He puts you down and looks at you for any sign that you want to stop while he plays with your waistband before dipping his hand in and running his fingers through your folds. “You’re so wet for me.” He mumbles to himself before pulling his hand out and staring at his slick-covered fingers, before sucking them clean. “You taste so good sweetheart. Can I have more? I promise I’ll make it feel good.” He leans in and nudges his nose against yours.

“Fuck, please, Adrian.” Is all you're able to get out before he’s kneeling before you, looking up with his big eyes. He goes to remove his glasses, but you stop him, asking him to keep them on.

“Can I?” He asks, toying with the waistband of your pants, wanting nothing more than to remove all the layers separating him from what he’s craving most right now. You nod, and he makes quick work of both your pants and black lace panties, but you don’t miss how he tucks the black fabric into his suit. He pulls your left leg over his shoulder and wastes no time, licking a stripe up to your clit and giving it a quick suck before pulling away to pepper kisses on your thighs.

“I could stay down here all day and still want more. The things you do to me.” He mumbles the last part to himself as he dives back in, sucking and licking to get you moaning again. He moves down, and you gasp as you feel him push his tongue inside of you, tugging gently on his hair. This makes him moan against your core as he brings his left hand to make small circles on your clit. You feel the tension in your abdomen start to build up as he keeps up his minstrations, nnot letting up for a second.

“Adrian…I’m so close, please…” You beg for him to bring you over the edge he’s currently got you on.

“Alright, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He says into your pussy, moving his mouth back onto your clit as you feel his finger slide right inside you. You’ve been so busy focusing on his mouth that you only just noticed him palming himself through his suit. Fuck, that’s hotter than it should be. His eyes meet yours as he puts a second finger in you, clearly enjoying the way you moan based on the way he moves his own hand faster against himself. You can feel the tension building up; it’s becoming too much, and he notices, quickening his pace, and that’s all it took to send you over the edge as he slowed his pace, still moving in and out of you to help you ride out your high. He starts to lick up all the cum he can. When it starts to become too much, you gently tug him away with his hair.

“Too much.” You gasp, starting to feel overstimulated. He rests his head on your thigh as he lets out a few grunts before letting out a loud moan, mumbling your name as he comes down from his own high. He gets up and kisses you with less hesitation, and both of you seem to forget about the world around you till you hear voices.

“Shit, where did I throw your pants?!” He says frantically, grabbing them and kneeling back down to help you get dressed. He quickly stands up to smooth your hair. Then goes to put his mask back on, tucking his glasses back into the same pocket he put your panties in, but not before he leans in and whispers, ”I’m keeping those for later.” sending a wink your way.

Before you get a chance to respond, the door is being yanked open and you're facing the other 11th Street Kids.

“What are you guys doing in the supply closet? We’ve been waiting for 20 minutes. We thought something happened to you guys.” Leota said.

“We -” But Adrian is cut off before he can offer any sort of feasible explanation, which, knowing him, would have made things more obvious.