Im In Love With This

I’m in love with this

Lazy day

Adrian Chase x Gender neutral reader

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Summary: Adrian finds something he didn’t know he liked

Warnings: Biting/hickeys, Some pet names, Overall just fluff with some spice

Word count: 500+ (I swear ill make something longer soon)

A/n: Currently Re-watching peacemaker and this man needs some loving frfr he’s too sweet. I love writing for him. Also making this in first person for a change 

“What are you doing honey?” Adrian hummed. I had crawled into his lap and lazed my head onto the side of his neck. He was so comfy. Way more comfy than the couch. His arms came and held me closer.

It has been forever since we had a break or a day off. No criminals (peacemaker was handling them just fine) and a day off from Fennel Fields. It’s been relaxing. I can barley think of the last time Adrian has had a break besides for lunch. Even at night sometime you could barley call it a break. You both would toss and turn. Restless

He was so damn ambitious to stop criminals he wouldn’t come home until late night or early morning sometimes.

I tried to do as much as I could but I can’t be out 24/7 stopping everyone.

It’s good to see him calm. It puts me at ease. He even looked relaxed. His glasses were crooked on his face, He was wearing sweat pants, (Finally something other than jeans and his hero pants) and he was wearing his cozy little dad sweater that hugged his body. We were both in that state where we weren’t asleep but didn’t feel quite awake.

“Just getting comfy.” I mumbled. His attention turned from the T.V and onto me. He looked in awe as if he couldn’t have a better partner than the one sitting in his lap right this second.

I made eye contact with him and smiled. I kissed his soft lips. One hand cupped his cheek and the other twirled his curls. Oh his curls are amazing things. I felt him smile into the kiss. I could never get used to this. It almost felt better and better every time he kissed me.

I slowly moved my lips to his neck. Lightly kissing him and sucking small marks into his skin. His neck lulled back giving me more space to kiss him. His neck was so insanely attractive for who god knows what reason.

If god is real I wanna personally thank him for his neck and ask him what I did to deserve a man like him. He’s so sweet and just perfect.

One day I did hope we would settle down. Get married, maybe have kids (if he wanted of course) and maybe we could be like a superhero family. Though I’d never want to have that risk of loosing people so close.

Adrian let out small sighs and his eyes fluttered closed. His hands pressed softly against my back.

“Hon.” He said softly.

“Yes Adrian?” I looked at his dazed state.

“Your so pretty you know that?” Adrian made sure to compliment me everyday at every possible chance he got. My stomach bounced. I chuckled slightly and went back to his neck.

I started to slightly nip at his neck. Then I lightly sunk my teeth into him. Not to hurt him or anything of course just to leave little marks. I felt him laugh slightly mixed with a groan.

“What?” I looked back up at him.

“Did you just bite me?” He smiled.

“Maybe…” He glanced at me. Took in all my features. Every bit of them. He sighed .

“Well I can’t be mad because you have such a pretty face. Me being mad would be a crime itself.” He flipped me over so now he was leaning over me.

His head dipped down to my neck. I felt his nose poke at my neck.

“My turn.” he whispered Into my ear.

Tags: @wolvesandvampires @vigilanteh

Trans activism would go so much further if we would stop talking about how "sex is different than gender" and started mentioning that sex is also constructed and the difference between them is a matter of convenience for the speaker's agenda

Tangerine knows.

seriously if you step into any offline queer space for like two seconds you'll be staggered by the actual diversity of nonbinary people. I knew someone in college who was amab and balding and had a moustache and dressed like a dad and used she/her pronouns exclusively. I knew multiple people who you'd assume at first sight were cishet who used he/she/they. there are people you can't sort into amab and afab because it's literally impossible to tell because they've been playing 4D gender chess for 30 years.

like. none of it matters. you can make as many boxes and labels as you want, it's not gonna stop people from just being people.

Something about the first words we hear from Klaus being “Hey, you, stay strong. I believe in you, okay?” and throughout the show that’s what he does: stand up for the others, be there for them, and love them so so so much, despite everything

Something about the way those words are likely everything he wanted to hear from his siblings in season one

62 + hangster or macheresin - liz

62. dancing queen by abba | you're a teaser, you turn 'em on. leave 'em burning and then you're gone

i pick macheresin for you liz @katiesharms 🤍

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Jake's sitting at the bar when a sweaty body presses against his back, blocking him in. He'd be turning around and swinging if the person didn't immediately start talking in his ear.

"Come on, darlin'," Javy drawls, slipping an arm around Jake's waist. "Come dance with me."

"I am one too many drinks sober to dance yet," Jake replies, finally getting the bartenders attention. He holds up his empty beer and the bartender nods at him.

"Jake," Javy pouts, kissing Jake's shoulder where his shirt has shifted to expose some of his skin. "It's too dark out there for anyone to judge your moves."

"Lemme polish off another beer and then I'm all yours."

Javy pulls Jake closer to his back, humming softly against Jake's skin. "You're always all mine."

Jake rolls his eyes even as his cheeks warm up and he puts his arm over Javy's on his stomach. Jake squeezes his arm three times and he feels Javy smile against his skin. Javy kisses the side of his head and then he's gone again, slipping into the sea of bodies with ease.

Jake follows but doesn't head out into the dance floor. He's not much for dancing, at least not like this. Like a true Texan, he knows how to square dance and he's never said no to slow dancing in the kitchen, but that's about the extent of his dancing abilities. Javy, on the other hand, is the sole reason Jake's even in this club.

Jake finds a spot against the wall and leans against it, beer resting against his chin, as his eyes find Javy in the crowd. The dance floor is dark but there's lights circling the area and in the moving haze, Jake catches sight of his boyfriend. Time seems to slow down as Jake watches him move, his eyes closed as he follows the beat of the music.

He's not dancing alone - a woman walks over to where he's dancing and starts moving next to him. Javy doesn't really pay her mind but even if he did, Jake doesn't feel anything clawing at his throat. Javy's not dancing for anyone but himself, and maybe Jake. Jake knows he draws attention, rightfully so, but Javy always goes home with Jake.

Javy's eyes search the crowd, sweeping over Jake once before he doubles back and finds Jake. Javy slows when he finds Jake watching him, hips moving to their own beat as Javy moves closer to where Jake's hiding. He doesn't come close enough to touch, staying on the edge of the crowd, but doesn't break Jake's gaze. He turns in a slow circle, arching his back and letting his head fall back on his neck so his face is lit by the lights above him. Despite the beer on his tongue, Jake's mouth suddenly feels parched.

The song shifts to something a bit slower, more bass heavy and sexy. Jake knows what's about to happen even before Javy steps out of the crowd and into Jake's space. He grabs the beer out of Jake's hand and places it on the table to Jake's left. Javy leans in, pressing Jake closer to the wall, and dips his face into Jake's neck.

"Having fun?" Jake asks, cupping his hand around the back of Javy's head, massaging his neck. Javy presses in closer, arms wrapping around Jake tight. "Babe, you're sweaty."

"You would be too if you danced with me," Javy says against Jake's hair, sliding a hand lower on Jake's hips to make them move. Jake laughs, head falling back slightly as Javy starts moving them together.

"I'll dance with you at home." Jake pulls until Javy pulls his head back, resting their foreheads together. "People are watching."

"You're cute when you're pretending to be shy."

"I am shy," Jake argues, grinning when Javy laughs at him, shoulders shaking and head tilting back.

"Are you too shy to kiss me right now?"

Jake shakes his head, wrapping his arms around Javy's shoulders and pulling him in close. Javy squeezes his hips before bringing his hands up to cup Jake's face. His thumbs brush across Jake's cheeks as Jake tilts his heads up so their lips brush.

"You said something," Javy takes a shuddering breath as they pull apart, "about dancing at home?"

"There's a Billie Holiday record already on the player."

Javy grins, eyes a little soft, and takes Jake's hand. He squeezes it thrice. "Lead the way, baby."