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Hi! My requests are open!

I will be writing for:

HOTD:

- Aemond Targaryen

- Aegon Targaryen

- Jacaerys Velaryon

AKOTSK:

- Ser Duncan the Tall

- Valarr Targaryen

- Daeron Targaryen

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Miss you! Hope you’re doing okay 🫶

Hi! I am doing well! Very busy these days but I hope to get back into writing again soon 🫶

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thinking of coming back and writing some house of the dragon/a knight of the seven kingdoms fics and finishing my requests for DC and Marvel (there’s like 50 😭)

Thinking of writing for:

HOTD:

- Aemond Targaryen

- Aegon Targaryen

- (maybe) Jacaerys Velaryon

AKOTSK:

- Ser Duncan the Tall

- Valarr Targaryen

- Daeron Targaryen

If you have any requests I’ll take them! I hope to get back into some writing you can read my request rules here!

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I wish they were real

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hihi I’m so excited to find another blog that likes peacemaker!

I was thinking about Adrian doing a favor for you—fixing a part of your suit, bringing you food, etc, and what his reaction would be to you giving him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you

would he just freeze or would he let something dumb slip out like ‘you missed’ 🤭

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The Gift [Adrian Chase x Reader]

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A/N: This has been driving me crazy since it hit my inbox, I have rewritten it thrice, I really hope it's good!

Word Count: 1.3k

Content Warnings: suggestive content (no smut), banter, reader wears glasses, kissing

A gift box sat on the desk by your bed, taunting you. It was poorly wrapped in green-patterned paper and had a cream-colored tag at the top. Adrian had dropped it off earlier in the day while you were at work. Your mother had brought it in and put it on the desk where it sat now, burning a hole in your retinas. You made eye contact with it again, eyeing it suspiciously. Squinting as you glare at it.

If it came from Adrian, it could've been anything from a dead animal to a wedding ring. You'd known of Adrian before you even met him, or well, not Adrian but Vigilante. You were a huge fan, obsessed with him, in love. You’d met him when you were working with ARGUS, an informant, and then a volunteer. Peacemaker brought him into the group, and you almost passed out when you saw the masked man for the first time in person. When you found out he was Adrian Chase, the busboy at your server job, you were surprised, but you couldn’t have hoped for anyone else. You’d always had a little crush on him. Your permanent crush on Vigilante shifted when you realized he's a dork but a loveable one. Then you were in love with Adrian Chase, not just the Vigilante.

You looked from the package to your phone, which was sitting on the seafoam-colored duvet that was wrapped around the bed. You picked it up and clicked it on. Swiping up, you put in your password before scrolling to the messages app. You pressed on your most recent conversation before hitting the call button. The tone came through twice, and then you heard the whiny voice on the other end.

"What's up, motherfucker!" His voice was crackly from the other line, a buzzing that never quite went away. His volume is making you jump back from your phone slightly.

"What's in the box, Adrian?" Your tone is unamused as you stare at his name on the screen.

"You sound like that twink from Seven 'what's in the box!'" He imitated Brad Pitt, earning a laugh from himself and a smirk from you. One that you could never admit to, nor would he ever know.

"I'm serious," You sounded ticked off, which made him snicker into the phone. From the other side of the phone, you could hear his back hit his bed as he got comfortable with a pillow.

"You know the easiest way to find out is to open it," he said in a sing-songy voice. You smiled. Gosh, he was a dork. Leaning your shoulder on your knee, you held your phone to your cheek and glared at the box.

"No fucking way I'm not opening that unless you're here, because if it's some dead rat or something, I'm throwing that shit at you." Even though you were worried, the box looked unassuming, a squished-up square with many wrinkles in the paper.

"Come on!" He chuckled into the receiver, sharp canines flashing in the smile he gave him, empty room at the thought of you.

"You will come over right now, Adrian Chase," you said sternly. It felt dumb just doing it; his small smile grew.

"Ooo, the full name in a stern voice, yes, mommy," You gagged. Faking disgust at the mere idea of him calling you that.

"Just get over here," He could practically hear the roll of your eyes, he chuckled.

"I'll be there in ten," you let out a sigh and said 'bye' before hanging up.

While waiting for Adrian to get there, you brushed your hair up into a ponytail. You pushed your glasses up your nose before applying some more Chapstick. When you finished, you grabbed your phone and headed down the stairs, the freshly vacuumed carpet soft under your feet. Once down the stairs, you lay on the couch and waited for the knock on the door.

When it came, you hopped up and opened the door. Adrian was dressed in a loose white shirt and some baggy jeans, his wired glasses perched on the tip of his nose. He pushed them up and began to walk into the house. He took his shoes off and turned to you.

"Alright, let's get to it." You grabbed his hand, pulling him up the stairs. Grabbing onto the wooden handrails, you bounded up the stairs with Adrian at your heels, and when you made it into your room, you plopped down on your bed and made eye contact with the wrapped box again, its presence so unholy.

"So there it is." He grabbed the box before handing it to you. You grimaced as it was put in your hands. It was heavy. Definitely a dead animal! "I promise it's not a huge dildo or a bomb, okay? I could get you either of those if you need it, though!" He explains.

"Shut up," You groan as you open up the gift, paper tearing as you try to be delicate with it. Opening the cardboard box on the inside, you held your breath. He looks over you as you look inside. Your heart drops.

"That's where my helmet went!" A grin blossomed on your face before you turned back to him with a glare, "You said you didn't know where it was!" He snickered and pulled your glasses off.

"Put it on, dumbass." You looked at him, confused. The view was blurry, but you pulled it on, and suddenly your vision was clear.

"Holy shit!" You grin over at Adrian, and he's beaming; he'd prescribed your visor. You'd remembered asking him about the mask he wore as the Vigilante. Considering he wore glasses normally and didn't with the mask, you assumed it was prescription like his eyeglasses. When you'd asked about it and acted jealous, he got the idea to do it to yours. You were overjoyed, grinning like an idiot at it and then at him. It was so cool, just like his. "This is awesome, Adrian." A happy frown came to your face as you looked up at him. He kept his eyes on you, smiling.

"You look hot." He sounded serious, but then again, he had a really good deadpan.

"You like?" You brought your hands up to place the back of your knuckles in a V at your chin, grinning and batting your eyelashes playfully.

"I love," he grinned, sitting next to you on the bed. You pulled the mask off, and he placed your glasses back on your face. You kissed his cheek, he blushed, the warmth burning up his neck, jaw, and then to the apples of his cheeks. "You missed." He blurted, and you looked at him, confused. He just stared for a moment before connecting your lips. He tasted minty, like he'd just brushed his teeth, and his lips were a little chapped; your tongue flicked out to wet them. He smiled into the kiss and grabbed your hips, dragging you to him. You climbed into his lap, hands cupping his jaw.

"Jesus," you sighed. Blinking at him, catching your breath. Your hands slipped down to the base of his neck, and you admired him while you regained yourself.

"Was that okay?" He sounded nervous, which surprised you, but then you realized he'd never really had a girlfriend. Not that's what you were. Did he want you to be his girlfriend? You wanted to be his girlfriend, and deep down, he knew he wanted to be your boyfriend.

"Perfect, can we? Again?" He nodded rapidly. You connected your lips before disconnecting them again. "Wait, wait, can you sit up against the pillows so I can lean into you?" He moved quickly, and you got into his lap again. He was pressed back into the pillows as you kissed him, hard. You ground down onto him, and he whimpered into your mouth. When you pulled back, he was grinning up at you so hard you thought he might burst.

“Wow,” he looked very pleased with himself. A stupid, very Adrian grin bloomed on his face before his face looked straight forward at your boobs. "Can I touch your tits?" He asked, perverse. You rolled your eyes.

"You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You shot back a sweet, teasing smirk on your face. He nodded fervently.

“Yes, please!”

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Hi! I’d like to request Friends with Benefits & Roommate AU with Guy Gardner; please, if those two are okay to combine? Thanks!

And They Were Roommates [Guy Gardner x Reader]

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A/N: Thank you so much for the request! <3

Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, degrading, name calling, finger sucking, mentions of sex toys, oral (fem receiving), cumming in pants

Living with the cockiest superhero in Metropolis wasn't the easiest thing day to day. Add that on top of the piles of dishes in the sink, the never-straightened-out bathroom, and the overwhelming sexual tension between the two of you, and it was a lot to say the least.

This morning, he was up making protein pancakes and smoothies in the loudest blender known to man. The pancakes always tasted like shit, even though he swore it was the secret to keeping his glutes so big. You beg to differ. He knows you like them, though, especially when your heels are digging into the meat of his ass at least once a week.

When you first moved in with Guy, you swore nothing would ever happen, but then all the sexual tension came to a head when you got hurt and he took such great care of you. Wrapped up your ankle and kissed your wounds, finishing the night with the best head of your life. Thighs slung over his shoulders, tongue lapping at your slit until you were shaking. My god, that man is an eater. The most disgusting mouth, words, and actions alike. At least that way, he would shut up.

Still, there he was, standing in his briefs shirt and stupid apron you'd gotten him as a joke, but he still wore it every time. Silently, you hoped it was because it was his only option and not because he actually liked you. Feelings would make all of this complicated. You knew, though, no matter how much Guy wanted to pretend he was an emotionless manwhore he couldn't just fuck you and pretend like it was nothing.

Guy's head perked up when you came out of your room in a t-shirt that more resembled a large blanket of green cotton that swallowed the shorts you were wearing. Spatula in hand, he turned on his heels and took you in. Beautiful is the best way he could describe you, even with no makeup, messy hair, and oversized clothes. Angelic was a close second, the light blooming in from the window behind you as you moved towards the blonde man. Reaching the kitchen, you slip onto the counter next to the stove and stretch as he swats at your knee.

"Hey! What's that for?" He snickers as you scoot away. You glare at him as he pulls you back next to him.

"Now, where do you think you're going?" He snickers as he pulls you to the edge of the countertop and slides between your thighs, hands on the cool marble on either side of you. A sly smirk rises to his face when you roll your eyes and push him away. "Come on, sweetheart, don't act like this doesn't excite you." You slid a hand up his chest and over his heart, whose rate was unusually high.

"The only thing that this is exciting is the vomit in my throat." An insincere smile makes its way to your lips, and he frowns. Pinching your hip, he moves back in front of the stove and flips his pancake. You watch his golden glow in the early morning sunlight. Stupid blonde bowl cut ruining what would otherwise be a handsome man. He did point out that his stupid haircut did not stop you from sleeping with him, which, you supposed, he was right about. How could you complain about it, though, when it gave you something to grab onto when he went down on you? It was still a haircut you felt iffy about seeing on a full-grown man. He watches you on the counter as he tends to his pancakes.

"Right... so how'd you sleep?" He raised an eyebrow at you; he knows exactly how you slept. Bottom line, he wasn't there. Most nights you'd find either him or you were snuggling into the other's sheets, but last night there was no before you go to bed at 11pm visit. So, the sleep wasn't great. You were beginning to get used to his heavy warmth next to you, the surprising softness of his breathing as he slept, and especially the arm around your waist in the morning. His hot breath on your neck as you groggily awoke from sleep was the most comforting thing; it always made sure you woke slowly. It was safe to say you missed him, which shouldn't be the case because you both weren’t dating; you made sure he knew that, especially the time not too long ago when, after you hooked up, he admitted his feelings. You told him you both were just roommates and fuck buddies, and he dropped it; you knew it hurt him, though, because since then, he'd been pulling back.

"Not amazing but just fine," He nodded, flipping the pancake and peering back to you ever so often, taking in the thickness of your thighs. He wanted to spend the rest of his life between them. You are gorgeous to him, sexy, and he just wants you to accept his feelings so he can make that clear to you all the time.

"Just fine?" He questioned cocking his head to the side. He knew you couldn't sleep, that you had been hot for him because he listened to you frustratingly whine and moan as you tried to finish on your vibrator to no avail. Guy liked you a lot, and he knew you liked fucking him, but he wasn't sure there was anything outside of that.

"Yeah, Guy, just fine," You sounded irritated and hopped off the counter, turning your back to him to do the dishes that piled rickety in the sink. It was moments later that you felt his warm breath on your neck, goosebumps erupting over your body.

"So, we're just going to pretend I didn't hear your pretty little voice whining my name while you tried to get off with that toy of yours?" He wasn't going to demean the toy; toys are a man's best friend, but he was going to degrade you a little bit. He knew you liked it. "You're such a little slut you couldn't come and ask me to fuck your brains out for the third time this week, hm? Too worried I'd know how much you need me?" He snickers before nibbling your earlobe. Your whole body was lit ablaze, needing mixing with shame.

"Guy, stop, you're embarrassing me." You could feel his smirk on the skin of your neck. You could also feel his hardened length through his boxers. You knew his constantly needy cock was already weeping with precum, so just to tease him a little, you pressed your ass back into him. He groaned and began grinding into your butt, hands gripping at your hips for control.

"You're such a little fucking minx," He grunted as he thrusted his hips into you. He probably could come from the friction and need of the previous night, but he had to eat you out first. He pulled back and nostrils flared as he spoke, "Couch. Now." He commanded, and you immediately listened; you were too horny to argue. When Guy Gardner wants to fuck you, you listen.

You were expecting him to lay you over the couch and have his way with you, but he was on his knees in seconds, hitching your legs over his shoulders and pulling shorts and panties off. You glistened in the golden light of the morning, and he couldn't resist getting a taste. He licked a stripe up your cunt, releasing a heady whine from your lips.

"How long have you been this wet for me? Since this morning, or have you been soaking yourself since last night?" His whispered between kisses to your thighs. His hard eyes never leave yours as he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses to your most sensitive parts.

"Last night," You whimper, and he grins, licking your pussy once more before making you lean down and take his middle and ring fingers into your mouth. You gladly accepted them, swirling your tongue around his fingers and making sure they are nice and slick. He finally pulls them out when he deems them wet enough and eases them into your cunt. You mewl as he begins moving them, attaching his lips back to your clit. Guy always ate pussy like he was making out with it, hungry, no, starving, and always so loud, moaning and groaning into it. His sounds were heavenly. He ate pussy for his own pleasure as well as yours.

"Guy, oh gosh, fuck, Guy," You whimpered as you reached for his hair, his fingers moving methodically inside you. He hummed and moaned into your cunt, slurping noises, feeling the air as you anchored yourself to him. Your thighs clenched around his head as he used his other hand to keep your legs open for him. The sounds coming from that man were obscene, wet, loud, and needy as he got you close to the edge. He focused on your clit as he massaged and abused your G-spot with his expert fingers.

"I'm in love with this pussy," He mumbled into you, his cheeks, mouth, and nose covered in your slick and his spit. Your cheeks heated as he continued his erotic movements. "God, I love you," he slurped and licked, as if he was sucking your soul out of your body with his lips and tongue. You hoped silently that he was saying it out of lust, but you both knew he wasn't. Guy Gardner was in love with you; he craved you. Not just sexually, but he wanted to make you happy, make you laugh, he needed to see you smile because of him every day, or it just wasn't worth it. So when Guy got you right to the edge, seconds before orgasm, he pulled back.

"Guy!" You whined, impatient, reminding you all too much of the night before, a night full of dissatisfaction and a painful need that tore at your insides. He used the pad of his thumb to keep you on the edge, rubbing lightly at your clit he looked you deep in the eyes.

"You want to come?" He asked sweetly, and you nodded fervently. He snickered before letting his breath leave a hot reminder of him on your oozing hole. "I'll let you come if you say you're in love with me." You stared at him in shock and sexual frustration, you thrusted up into his hand needily until he pinned you down. "Say it," he hummed, flicking playfully with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"It wouldn't be true," you murmured, a lie. You knew it wasn't true, but you were scared; you didn't want to get hurt. If you told him you loved him and he left, then what?

"Don't bullshit me," He whispered and kissed your thighs, wet mouth getting your slick all over your legs. It was loving, and you knew he was serious about this, about you. "Come on, please." He was beginning to get emotional, his eyes were teary, and his kisses were slower and more passionate.

"Guy, I don't want to get hurt," You whisper, stroking his hair. Your eyes water too, from frustration and way too many extra emotions in the middle of sex.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm in this for you. I love you," he whines into your skin. His voice was now high-pitched, proof that he was so terribly desperate for you. You gathered yourself and cupped his face, making sure he was looking up at you.

"I love you," You whispered, soft and forlorn. His eyes softened, and he kissed every last bit of your skin he could reach, intimate and sloppy. He made sure you knew he meant everything before he made you come. When his lips attached back to you, it didn't take long before you were back at the edge, pawing at his stupid hair as he moaned into you. "Guy, I'm so close," He moaned and hummed into you.

"Uh-huh," His vocals made pleasant vibrations on you as you cascaded over the edge. Guy writhed at the taste of your cum on his lips, and suddenly and without warning, finished himself, sullying his boxers. He pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean as he sat staring up at you, licking and devouring every drop you were willing to give him. "You are so perfect." He wiped his mouth and joined you on the couch. When your eyes spotted his sticky boxers, they widened.

"Did you just?" He snickered and kissed your neck, nuzzling into you, indulging in the sweet scent of your shampoo.

"You can't be surprised, I'm a wreck for you, sweet girl," he murmured and rubbed your thigh with soft, reassuring movements that reminded you of how loving he was. Was this the morning you thought you'd finally accept your feelings for Guy? No, but you were so glad you had. You were prepared to spend a nice, tranquil morning with him until you started smelling something burning.

"Oh my god, did you not turn the stove off?" You hopped up and ran to the kitchen, where a pancake sat black and smoking on the pan. "Guy, what the hell!" You look back at the man, exasperated.

"Listen! I wasn't thinking!" You roll your eyes, turn the stove off, and run it under water, the pancake cemented onto what was supposed to be a non-stick pan.

"Well, there goes one of our good pans." You shook your head and dumped it in the trash can. When you look back at Guy, he's smiling sheepishly.

"Sorry," He frowned, and you came over and cupped his cheek. Running your thumbs over the creases and fine lines that lie there, you press a soft kiss to his lips and look into his eyes with a teasing gaze and a devilish smirk.

"You're lucky I love you."

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Can you please write a John Economos Fanfic based on Sabrina Carpenter's My Man on Willpower with a S/O who's considered to look like someone who's way too out of his league w/ a fluffy ending 👉👈

My Man on Willpower [John Economos x Reader]

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A/N: Thank you for the request this is so cute! Also, shorter than my more recent stuff but I think it's pretty good.

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warnings: Angsty, Hurt/Comfort, insecurities, unspecified age gap, mentions of suggestive content, takes place somewhere shortly after season 1

John had been distant lately. Your once adoring, amazingly sweet boyfriend, the man who would do anything for you, had been coming home late day after day for the past couple of weeks. Some nights, he would sleep on the couch, and you had no idea what was going on. It was devastating to see him go from being so loving to being absent.

Tonight, he was nowhere to be found. You were lying on the couch with a tub of ice cream, bingeing the newest and last season of Fargo. Despite John deeming it ‘nerd shit,’ you actually liked it quite a bit, and you'd caught John interested a few times when you'd watched it with him. You'd texted John about five times in the past two hours with no response. Trying to hide the tears and the burning sadness pricking behind your eyes, you snuggled into the plush blanket wrapped around you, face pressed into the pillow that smelt like him.

You were confused more than anything. How did your once-loving boyfriend become so cold? It was seven months into your relationship, and you'd been living together for two. You'd moved in after you were having trouble making rent at your shitty apartment a couple of miles outside of Evergreen, and John offered to move you in. You gladly accepted, happily, glad your amazing boyfriend would want to keep you around, all the time. It was a big step in your relationship, and everything had been going well until recently. You’d liked John since you’d met him. He had been coming into the coffee shop you worked in, getting drinks for him and the rest of the office almost every week, and after a little while, he would stop in just to chat, even though he would never admit that. After nearly two months of pining, you’d asked him for his number, and you both planned a date. It wasn’t anything fancy or huge, but you liked him, and he felt like home.  

It was nearly one in the morning when John returned home, exhausted with dark circles beneath his eyes. He spotted you on the couch, curled up and half asleep, and a pained smile bloomed on his face, like blood through fabric. Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door closing and his footsteps entering the room.

"John?" You asked through a yawn, rubbing your eyes. Stretching and shifting around over the soft blanket, you finally sat up and came face to face with your truant boyfriend. He nods in your direction before heading for the room. "Wait!" You shout urgently, voice nearly broken. "Where are you going? I haven't seen you all day," You peer over at him, his wolf t-shirt and long sleeve hoodie jacket hung over his tired body.

"I'm exhausted, just heading to bed." You nod sadly and watch him retreat into the bedroom. At this point, you were really hurting. Sure, he had been busy before, tired, but never downright neglectful. You were beginning to worry; was he having doubts about your relationship? You stood and wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, walking towards the still half-ajar door to the bedroom where John was sitting on the bed, untying his shoes.

"Do you regret me moving in?" You asked even though you knew you shouldn't have. You should have saved this for a day when he didn't come home so late, when he wasn't so tired, but how many days like this would happen before you got a day when he was free? His eyes flick up to you in the doorway. He didn't; he loved you. Your feelings bubbled out into a quiet sound of agony as you waited for a response

"No," It was quiet and simple, and somehow you didn't believe it. He wasn't being reassuring or kind. He just said it like he wanted to get it over with.

"Then why are you being like this, so distant? You're never home anymore!" You didn't mean to sound angry or mad, but he had left you with no other choice; you were hurting badly, and he would barely look at you.

"I've just been busy with work, it doesn't matter," He brushed it off and continued taking off his shoes, untying and placing them under the bed.

"It matters to me, John! I miss you; we haven't slept in the same bed in a week! Let alone had a conversation or any physical intimacy," He scoffed. You jumped back a little, like you were struck.

"It's not like you'd want that anyway," he shoots back, and your eyebrows furrow as you stare at him, trying not to let the tears come.

"What do you mean?" You were so seriously confused and hurt, and he was just going on about his night like none of this mattered. "John?" You almost whimper, and he finally looks up at you.

"It's not like I'm attractive to you! I'm a fifty-something fat guy, who can't properly dye his beard and had never had a girlfriend before you, and you're hot and younger than me, why would a woman like you want to be with a guy like me?" He says it, and your heart sinks. Is that what he really thought? Did he think you didn't like him? He felt vulnerable, something he wasn’t quite used to. He was used to hiding behind sarcasm and humor, so when he was genuinely upset, he wasn’t sure how to express it, so he shut you out. No matter how much he hated it.

"John, where are you getting this idea from? I love you! I think you're so handsome." You frowned and sat next to him on the bed, taking his hand in yours, rubbing circles on the back of it. He didn't move his hand, and you let the warmth of him seep into your bones.

"Chris was asking me the other day why a bombshell like you was dating a loser like me," He whispers, and suddenly you're furious. How dare he say anything remotely like that to John? "I thought about it, you know. He's right, you're so hot and I'm just me," He frowns and watches the way your hands tremble around him as tears prick your eyes out of anger, lip wobbling.

"Are you fucking kidding me? He said that?" You were borderline manic, tears slipping down your full cheeks, and John nodded. "First of all, he's fucking wrong, you're not a loser, you're sweet, and funny, and so fucking smart, and I love you to bits, John," You lean into his shoulder pressing a kiss there. "You may not be everyone's type, but you're mine, and you make every time we're together so worth it! I bet Chris can't say that!" A smile had begun to blossom on his face, and you smiled up at him. He did take pride in the sex life you two had; it was nice, something John never thought he would have, and he loved satisfying you. He felt honored to be able to make you come.

"You're serious?" He asks, unsure. You nod fervently and cup his scruffy cheek, hairs slotting between your fingers.

"I don't care what others think, I love you, you make me happy, and I just want you to come home to me at a reasonable time and cuddle me all night like normal." You smile softly, face still a little tense and eyebrows knitted. You wait for his response.

"Okay, yeah, I'm sorry I let him get in the way of us." He sighs, a little disappointed in himself. He knew Chris was an asshole, and he shouldn't have let him get in the middle of this. If he had lost a woman like you because of Christopher Smith, he would never forgive himself. "I love you too, princess," He reached up to cup your hand, shifting it slightly so it rested over his lips, and pressed a kiss to the palm that had been resting on his cheek.

"As for Chris, he'll have to answer to me because no one messes with my man," you grumble, and John chuckles, hands finding their way to your waist. You take it as an initiative to straddle him, each thigh finding a side of his wide body. His glasses were crooked, so you straightened them before running your hands through his hair. He hums appreciatively. He looks over you, admiring every soft curve and plush section of your body.

"God, I missed this," He pressed a kiss to your collarbone that was peeking out over the oversized t-shirt you wore. You giggled, it tickles, his scruff rubbing against your neck and upper chest. You smack his arm and try to wriggle out of his grasp. Laughter fills the room with a warm, round sound. John pulls you into the mattress and presses soft, wet kisses to your chest, neck, and then your face. He made his way to your forehead, ears, and nose until he found your lips, and you sank into a sultry lip-lock. John's hands find your waist and grip as his lips mold against yours, tongue slipping ever so slightly over yours until he pulls back in need of air.

"You're such a dork." You chuckle, and he presses a kiss into your hair. He gets up to turn the lights off, throws most of his clothes to the wayside, and slips back into bed with you, legs entangling and hands meeting bare skin underneath a shirt that was once his. He buries his head into your neck and, in minutes, is sleeping soundly. Snuggling into him, knowing the man you love would return to his normal sarcastic and sunny disposition, you smile. You fall asleep listening to Fargo playing in the living room and the soft snores of your boyfriend. You are more than content.

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Night Off [Adrian Chase x Reader]

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Summary: During your night off, you have an unexpected visitor who is kind of annoying and doesn't know boundaries. At least he's cute though.

Word Count: 2.1k

Content Warnings: suggestive content (no smut), brief nudity, brief alcohol consumption, Adrian being a pervert, overall nice and fluffy

The night had been great thus far. A soak with a bath bomb, vanilla candle, and your Kindle. A glass of red you'd picked up earlier in the day, and curling up on the couch and watching the episodes of Fargo you'd missed due to work. You lie on your couch in a fluffy robe, open, hair tied up by a towel, not a single care in the world. You got up to pour another glass of wine, beginning to feel the effects of the first that you had been nursing most of the night. You weren't drunk or anything, just a little buzz and the loosening of some constantly taut muscles thanks to your work with Project Butterfly. You really needed a night like tonight.

The kitchen was slightly shut off from the rest of the house. Warm light, stagnant, from the ceiling as you opened your fridge and grabbed the fancy bottle out. You filled the wine tumbler almost halfway before, recorking it and sliding it back into the door of the refrigerator. You picked your class off the counter and flicked the light off to the kitchen, stepping back out into the living room. Right when you were about to sit back down and resume your show, you heard some rustling near your front door. It was out of view from where you were in the room. You poked your head around the corner and nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw Adrian.

The two of you weren't close, not like him and Chris. He was your coworker, you supposed. You weren't totally sure what he was since he wasn't really employed by ARGUS or anything. You liked him. He was decent at least, but you two weren’t friends, at least not in your eyes. He looked at your face before his eyes fell to the opening of the robe where your breasts sat proudly. You moved to close the robe quickly, glass in hand. Some red spilled over the rim and splashed onto the floor as you successfully tied the robe shut. You groaned, looking at the spot on the floor, which would probably stain.

"Jesus, fuck Adrian," You rushed to put your glass down and properly situate yourself, so you weren't standing there half naked in front of a guy you worked with. He was still in his Vigilante getup, without the helmet, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion behind his glasses.

"What?" He put his hand out to emphasize it. It seemed he thought he hadn't done anything wrong, but he also hadn't been there less than three minutes ago, so you had conflicting opinions. That, on top of him not announcing himself, seeing your boobs, and not knowing how he got in, you were a little ticked off. Furious would actually be the right word, but you weren’t going to go all Harcourt on him. If it were her in your position, oh, the poor bastard.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" You shout and he shrugs. You pinch the bridge of your nose, not looking at him. You silently hoped that when you looked back up, he had disappeared into thin hair. Unfortunately, when you did peer at him, he was still there, standing there, contrapposto stance with his always stupid grin.

"I was bored after work, swung by, heard Fargo on the TV, and came in," He looked over your slightly disheveled state and smiled, not realizing that you were slightly furious. He gazed at the paused television behind you. "Speaking of Fargo, I should totally stay, and we can watch it together!" He brushed past you and sat down on your couch, where you had been lounging not five minutes ago.

"No, you should not, but how did you get in?" You emphasized the 'but', your voice still raised, and he pulled a small silver key out of his pocket. Your spare key, the one you had been looking for for a few days now, had gone missing inconspicuously.

"Used the key." You stare at him like he's dumb, which isn't fair, because obviously, he has issues realizing what is socially acceptable, but come on, you're pretty pissed.

"How do you have a key to my apartment?" You asked, hand on hip and foot tapping frustratedly on the floor. He shrinks a little in his seat, registering that you really were angry.

"You seem pretty PO'd," He watched with a nervous expression as you stared down at the red splotch on your carpet with a murderous glare.

"Yeah, you came into my house and didn't make me aware, while I'm basically fucking naked, yeah, I'm kinda infuriated," He frowned and tried to think of something that might make you feel better. He looked around before landing back on the swell of your chest.

"You have really nice tits though," Jesus, he had no filter. It was his attempt at cheering you up, which he figured went terribly when you looked up at him with a pinched face. Obviously, that was crossing a line, but he was just being honest; women liked compliments, right?

"Dude, not the fucking time." You attempted your earlier trick again, closed your eyes hard, and prayed that when you opened them, he wouldn't be there. Obviously, that didn't work. His dumb face was still there when you opened them. "Did you like steal my key? Or what?"

"Oh, I took it when we were all at your apartment last week, just in case you know? What if you fell down the toilet and couldn't get out and grab the door, so you were stuck here forever?" You looked at him, dumbfounded. Was this really the bullshit he thought about on a day-to-day basis?

"Jesus, you really are an idiot." You sigh and move to plop down on the couch next to him. He looks over to you, eyes sad behind aviators.

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me," He shook his head, and you almost felt bad. Sure, Adrian was a nutcase, he said weird shit, and was a bit of a perv, but you liked him. He was a member of the team, the only family you really had, so similarly to the rest of them, he held a weird fucked up corner of your heart, so seeing him actually upset made you a little empathetic.

"It's okay, you just freaked me out, and you saw parts of me I wasn't expecting anyone to see today," he nods, and you look down at your hands. It's not like he was an ugly guy; he was handsome, and if he were really anyone else, you could see yourself dating him, but this was your co-worker, and you were not about to get involved with that. At least not without good reason.

"I know, I'm sorry. You are really pretty, though," He tried a smile, and you returned it, laying your head on his shoulder. He had a slight view of your cleavage that made him shift uncomfortably. He really meant what he'd said; he thought you were so pretty. You were also a good friend, he thought, so he thought having sex with you, if it came to it, wouldn't be that much of a deal. You reached out to grab the remote to your TV and hit play on the episode again.

"Have you seen this one?" You ask softly as you snuggle into him. The warmth of his body was nice and comforting. He wasn't the hugest fan of you being almost on top of him in such an intimate and tender way, but you seemed to be enjoying it, so he would allow it.

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, it was on the other night," He took a whiff of your hair, it smelled like coconuts and lime, and he liked it very much. It was strange, the pattering he was feeling within his chest. You were so close, and his breath was caressing your scalp as his nose was buried into it. In reality, Adrian was falling in love with you; he'd always liked your presence, sassy but inviting. He didn't recognize the blossoming feeling as affection or love in his chest because he'd never felt that for anyone. Well, maybe for Chris, but that was different. What he was feeling, as gross as the word was to him, for you was a sort of quiet endearment. A warmth that bloomed from his stomach to his heart and into his throat, that for once made him shut the fuck up. You looked up at him with a confused look. He'd been quiet for a few minutes now, which was abnormal for him.

"You, okay?" His face was inches away from yours. You didn't think anything of it, though; this was Adrian, not some creep who'd tried to make a move on you just because you were in the vicinity.

"I'm really confused right now," He admits, and you frown softly, sitting up properly. He straightened, or really, stiffened, trying to comprehend how he was feeling.

"Okay? What's wrong?" You leaned back a little to fully take in his expression and make sure there wasn't anything seriously wrong.

"I want to kiss you, and I don't know why because I don't do that." He explained, and the way he said it felt foreign; it wasn't a tone you'd heard from Adrian before.

"You don't do that?" You questioned. You knew Adrian wasn't super experienced when it came to relationships; Chris had made that abundantly clear. Still, you thought he might be in touch, at least a little bit, with his emotions. Adrian shook his head and looked away from you. "Do you want to try?" His head snapped back immediately.

"What? Really?" An excited grin came to his face, and he watched as you situated yourself to face him.

"Sure, why not?" You breathed through a small laugh. He leaned in a little bit, eyes closing, and you mirrored that. When your lips touched briefly, he pulled back momentarily. "You, okay?" He nodded before allowing himself back in the headspace he was previously in. Your lips connected, and suddenly, he understood. The kiss wasn't gentle; it was rough and hungry, and you accepted the pace, his teeth pulled at your bottom lip, and you whimpered as he pulled you back and reconnected, harsh and wet. He was getting the hang of it and figured the only natural progression was sex; it was the only way he had been intimate before, so he supposed that made sense. His hand grasped your breast, and you pulled back quickly.

"What's wrong?" He asked, eyes widened. You looked at him like he was insane for what felt like the hundredth time that evening.

"Oh, Adrian, I don't think we should do that tonight," He frowned and watched as you shifted backwards.

"Wait, why not?" He felt terrible. Adrian wasn't intending on making you feel uncomfortable; he just wanted to do what he thought was right.

"Well, we haven't even been on a date," you explain. You watch the cogs turn in his head before he speaks.

"Oh, sure, yeah, we can do that," He nods and thinks it over in his head. He supposed that made sense. He liked hanging out with you, so he wouldn't mind a date.

"Okay," You smile. You couldn't lie, it had been a while since you had been on a date. The last couple had been subpar at best, and downright traumatizing at worst. Eventually, Emilia forced you off the apps, and now here you were. A date with Adrian couldn't have been terrible; he had good taste in nerd shit, and anyway, you knew him and he wasn't a dick. In short, you were pretty excited about it. You wanted to be able to share your extremely dangerous and at times shitty life with someone, but it was hard to find someone who got it. But Adrian? He got it.

"We could go to like the arcade or dinner if you like that boring shit," He smiled, cheeks a dusty pink behind his lenses. You chuckled and rolled your eyes before nodding.

"Yeah, we don't have to go to dinner, I'm sure you hate being in restaurants since you work in one." You watch as a grin blooms on his face. He was glad you took note of him. It made him feel all weird and fuzzy.

"That's a date then," he responds. You press a quick peck to his cheek before returning to your spot next to him, Fargo playing on the television, light reflecting off his face.

"Yeah, it's a date."

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Bug Girl [Guy Gardner x Reader]

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A/N: Hi, I'm totally using a similar hero to the one I wrote for His Hero so for all intents and purposes these are set in different universes! Thank you so much for the request and enjoying my writing! <3

Word Count: 2.4k

Content Warnings: pining, idiots in love, metahuman! reader, guy himself is a warning, insecurities

To everyone else, Guy Gardner is an asshole, a womanizer, and a prick. He was loud, and annoying, and way too talkative, but to you, he was funny and kind and always made you feel like you had space when he was around. It was funny to say, considering how he was, but Guy was your safe person. Maybe he didn't know it, but you never felt judged when you were with him. Whenever you did something awkward with him, you didn't feel like crawling into a hole and dying. Maybe it's because you knew deep down he was kind of a loser too, but you didn't feel the way with him that you did the rest of the Justice Gang. Kendra is so cool, Michael is so smart, and Clark is the most well-known hero in the world, it seems, so when you flutter in with your fuzzy, bug wings, you just felt out of place. Really, being the Lunar Moth was awesome, but being you wasn't the coolest gig in the city.

Today, there was a local hero briefing in the Hall of Justice, surrounded by all the cool people you'd worked with or read about in the newspaper, you felt entirely way too overwhelmed. Shyness was something you had grown accustomed to since adolescence. You got made fun of a lot as a kid for your wings, until you began covering them up. Your costume didn't hide them, though; you used them to your advantage, so when you went to meetings and people saw them, it made you a little nervous. In fact, one of the first things Guy ever said about them is that they looked 'cool as fuck' and it made your day, you couldn't lie.

You stood in the corner sipping a plastic cup of punch, which water molecules from the air were rapidly sticking to, allowing droplets to drip down onto you and the floor. The mostly backless jumpsuit halter top combination you wore to at least seem a little professional contrasted with the silvery purple and light brown of your wings. Tails of your wings glided against the ground next to you as the bodies of them stayed tucked down behind you, so as not to take up too much space. You watched the room, waiting for Kendra or one of the other members of the Justice Gang to come up to talk. In the aftermath of the rift that tore through Metropolis, everyone had come together to talk about what would happen going forward.

It wasn't long before Lois came up to you. She looked cute in a pants and a vest duo, hair pulled back with her bangs styled into a curtain look. You'd met Lois in the phases during and after the rift. Working with Mr. Terrific and her to get Clark and Rex, who wasn't here today, out of the quantum unfolding chamber and finding out her more than professional relationship with his was cute, and anyway, she was a nice girl.

"Lunar," Lois approached with Clark, padding not far behind like a lost puppy. She brought you into a semi-awkward hug that you returned. A lot of people didn't know how to maneuver around your wings, which Lois was clearly struggling with, but you just smiled and got out of her way. "It's nice seeing you! We just wanted to say thank you again for helping out. We couldn't have done it without you." She grinned, and Clark nodded.

"Yeah, of course, all in a day's work," You laugh cumbersomely. It sounded stupid, you know it did. You silently cringed to yourself and tried to deflect. "So, are we here as reporters or as Superman and Lois?" You ask and she smiles.

"Reporters, you know Clark has to keep his day job." You nod as she looks up at her boyfriend, who's standing there bumbling and quiet. Kendra got to the mic, and you turned to the two once more.

"Well, I guess I'll let you two do your thing. Good seeing you." You smile and find a seat to take in the speech. Lois and Clark find their way to the reporter section.

A few speakers come and go, Kendra, a state representative, and then Guy, all talk about the terrors of the rift and the solution to the blooming war in Jarhanpur. They all spoke so eloquently, understanding the situation at hand. People applauded and cameras snapped photos as you listened to your colleagues on stage. It wasn't long before everyone broke out into their own groups, chatting, friends catching up with friends, and Guy made a beeline for you.

Unbeknownst to you, Guy had harbored the fattest crush on you. He thought you were beautiful and funny, and gosh, he just wanted to kiss you. He wore his uniform, jacket with the green stripe slung over his arm as he neared you, a big goofy smile on his face. He is terribly excited to see you, looking at you with heart eyes.

"Hi," He planted himself in front of you, always stupid bowl cut swept out of his eyes.

"Hey, Guy," You smile softly, and he continues to beam, always happy to make you smile.

"Great to see you as always, you look beautiful." Your full cheeks heat, warmth radiating down your neck, and up into your ears as your full, genuine smile never goes away.

"Thank you." The tails of your wings flick and flutter a little bit, and you let them spread out, taking up more space now that the building has started to empty.

Not too far away from where you and Guy were talking, Kendra and Michael were staring at the two of you, dumbfounded.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Kendra asked Michael, hand on her hip, peering surprised at you.

"Lunar smiling, and because of Guy, of all people? Yeah," Michael was disturbed. Usually, he wouldn't get involved with gossip or anything of the like, but Guy, he supposed, was his friend, and this was a new development.

"You don't think?" Kendra suggested that the two may be engaged in a less-than-professional relationship. Michael shook his head.

"No, we would know." Michael had the same stoic appearance he always did, but he did silently hope for Guy that Kendra was right. He needed a win.

"Yeah, you're right, we would know," Kendra agreed cockily, puffing her chest out.

You and Guy had found somewhere to sit. Your wing tails dragged on the floor as you sat sideways in the chair. Guy mirrored your position and leaned his head against his hand that was resting on the back of the seat.

"Your speech was good, you know. What you did out there in Jarhanpur was cool," You complimented, and his pale ears pinkened.

"Well, you did great stuff here too, so thank you," You replicated his lean on your own chair. Guy perked up as he thought of what seemed to him a genius and totally not obvious way to get you to go out with him. "Hey, maybe you can let me take you out to lunch to make up for the trouble my guys put you through." You huff a bemused breath as you watch him work through the logic in his head.

"Guy, you don't have anything to make up to me." It was true, he didn't. Clark and Michael weren't too much of a hassle, and anyway, if they were, that wasn't his fault. Did you want him to take you to lunch? Yeah, but did you want there to be some silly excuse as to why? Absolutely not. Being with Guy was a dream you let yourself indulge in far too often, but you knew the facts; he probably didn’t feel that way about you.

"Fine, then I just want to," You rolled your eyes and grinned to yourself. "Please?" Your heart fluttered in excitement as he asked nicely. Guy was a good-looking man, listening to him practically beg to take you out? It was a bit of a turn on.

"Well then, I guess I can't say no," You flirt back. He looks way too pleased with himself as he shakes his head.

"Oh, you still can, you just have to say so," His teasing gaze over you glides over the light shades of your wings and then shamelessly over the swell of your breasts.

"Well, I don't want to," You grin and raise your eyebrow in challenge.

"Great. Then what day works for you?" The tension is thick and playful. He leans toward you, manspreading, something you would usually hate, but God, it looks good on him.

"You know, whenever we aren't getting invaded or split in half, I'm pretty much free," He rolled his tongue into his cheek and smirked. This cocky bastard got hotter and hotter every time he moved.

"Okay, how's Sunday?" You purse your lips and put your index finger on your chin, pretending to be in deep thought, you move it back to your lap before declaring your decision.

"I think I can make that work," He mentally pumps his fist and reaches to take your hand. He brings it to his lips, pressing a feather-light kiss there, and every hair on your body stands on edge until he returns your hand to where it was sitting in your lap. You stopped yourself from screaming by pressing your lips together as hard as you could, widening your eyes in an attempt at shock instead of helplessly interested. Your cheeks heat a dusty pink.

"I will pick you up on Sunday. You have my number, just let me know your address," He patted your knee and stood. "I have to go make sure Kendra and Michael get annoyed by me at least once today," You snicker with a wave as he goes. Taking your heart and attention with you. You sigh and wish that Sunday would come sooner than you knew was possible.

When it did come, though, you had a pit in your stomach all day. Your excitement wouldn't let you sleep, but still, you were nervous. What if you had read it all wrong? What if he really meant this as an apology? You'd texted him your address the other day, and he responded with a heart, so that seemed promising, but still. You stood in front of the mirror trying to figure out what to wear. Should you cover your wings or let them free? Guy didn't seem to mind them when you were in similar company, but what if that wasn't the case when you were out at lunch? You had decided to play it safe, took off your halter top, and threw a t-shirt on over the fuzzy appendages.

It was two p.m. when Guy knocked on the door, and you happily opened it seconds later. He had a singular pink rose and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt; clearly, you had guessed right. You were going to take the rose and invite him in when he all of a sudden seemed appalled.

"Where are they?" He asked, looking over you. He was panicked and quick as he walked in, making circles around you.

"Guy, what the heck are you talking about?" You stared at him, confused. He looked at you like you were stupid, and you shot the glare right back.

"Your wings, where are they?" You were suddenly confused. Why did he care so much?

"Just under my shirt, I wasn't sure if you'd want people seeing you with bug girl," His eyebrow arched, and a smile came to his lips.

"Bug girl?" He said each word with emphasis as if that would make you see how stupid he thought it sounded. You nodded slowly and took a step back from him.

"Well, yeah? You know it's different when it's a bunch of random people, they don't get it," He frowned and looked at you. He loved your wings, thought they looked strong and beautiful. He thought you just didn't look like yourself without them.

"Well, yeah, I want to be seen with 'bug girl,' she's beautiful." He deadpanned, and you tried to hide a bashful smile. "Come on, go put something on that shows those babies off," He waved his hands for you to go and closed your front door behind you, locking it. You listened and found your tried-and-true halter top. Slipping it on and making sure it looked good in the mirror.

Guy was out in your kitchen, rustling around your cabinets in an attempt to find a small vase. Eventually, he did. He filled it with water before placing the rose in it. He hadn't heard you come out until you were steps away. When he turned to you, his heart nearly stopped. His mouth went dry. You were absolutely stunning; Guy would be lying if he said you weren't the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

"You're so god damn beautiful, it's infuriating." He didn’t realize he'd said it out loud until your entire face and neck reddened and you were sputtering out a response.

"What? What? Huh?" Your mind was racing, and you were trying to find a response to his words.

"I mean, I didn't intend to say that out loud, but it's true, fuck, you are so pretty, doll." You were floundering, making small sounds that didn't exactly come out as words until you just gave up and stared at him. "Don't act like you don't know how obsessed with you I am," He sighed and ran his palms up and down his face.

"Guy, I didn't know you felt that way," You whisper, and he's just dumbfounded.

"How could you not know? Look at you! You're perfect," He takes a deep breath and attempts to gather himself. "Look, I really like you and I wanted this to be a date, so, please?" There he goes again, pleading. You shifted and smiled bashfully.

"Of course it's a date, I wanted that too." You chuckle, and he lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Okay, good, now let's go before I cream my pants by just looking at you, doll," He groans and quickly drags you out of the house, barely giving you time to grab your purse and lock up. He opens the car door, and you buckle in. He loops around behind the car, and you swear you can see him do a little happy dance before he rounds to the driver's side. You smiled at him when he sat down because you knew this was going to be one hell of a date.

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I know this is the third request I send in the span of like two days but um 👉👈 if you take angst...

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So, I like to think that Johnny sometimes flames on just to relieve stress/frustration, which brings me to: after an argument with reader (nothing serious, just ordinary relationship squabble) he walks away to let off some steam -hehe- but she followed after him to apologize, and he didn't notice she was so close when he fires up so she ends up with a nasty burn?

And then she starts avoiding him because she never realized how dangerous his power could be? She knows he would never hurt her, but still, the guy is made of fire. Or you can think of any set-up for it really if you don't like the argument thing, maybe she just snuck up on him when he was training, but the point is that reader gets burned and scared.

Burn [Johnny Storm x Reader]

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Content Warnings: Angsty. Hurt/Comfort, injury, injury caused by partner, burns

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Johnny was frustrated. He wasn't angry, he was just frustrated. Pouring over a project, putting everything you have into it, and still getting nowhere sucked. You understood that, but this was getting out of hand. For days now, he had been piecing together a message from space that he just couldn't quite get, obsessing over it, coming to bed late for days, and barely leaving his office. He felt helpless; it was hard when all he could do was hope it wasn’t a new doomsday prophecy. You'd gone down to talk with him a little; you just wanted him to come to bed and make sure he was prioritizing his health, let alone spend time with you, but Johnny was stubborn.

When a man like Johnny is used to getting everything he wants and is smart enough to always figure out his problems and what he needs, just isn't happening for him, he lashes out. He brushed you off initially, before you tried once more to get him to come back to your room, and he just blew up. He was shouting and throwing his arms around, face contorted in tense agony. You tried to calm him down, but he wouldn't calm down. You let him yell for a few minutes, hoping it would die down, fizzle out after he got his emotions out, but he just didn't stop.

"Johnny, come on, I just want you to get some rest, you're stressed out," You whisper, trying to pacify him. When he normally had perfect hair, it now poked up in every direction, and his eyebrows furrowed. You watch as his icy blue eyes glaze over with irritation. A bitter taste flooded his mouth; he wasn't trying to be an asshole, though; let's be honest, he was, he just couldn't piece together everything, and he was scared.

"I can't rest at a time like this! Do you remember what happened last time we heard something like this from out there?" He gestured to the large bay window that curved over the wall next to you. The sky was dark, stars flickering with light. You knew, of course, you did, you were there.

"Of course I do!" When the Silver Surfer came and heralded Galactus, you had just started dating Johnny. The world had almost ended at the infancy of your relationship, and here you were two years later, arguing like an old married couple. You understood why he was frustrated; there was no way to know what they were saying. He worried for his family, and now you were a part of that family, and he just wanted to protect you all. He felt helpless.

"The world almost ended! Franklin almost, damn it, they almost took him!" His eyes were glossy now, cheeks flushed with what could only be anger. You knew how much Franklin mattered to Johnny; he was his nephew, and Johnny would do anything for the kid. In fact, he always told you how much he wanted his own little one with you, but you told him to wait until his superhero career died down a little.

The dim lights of the office reflected off the white desk that he had been working at. Your eyes were dry with sleep, and you just wanted your boyfriend; you needed him to hold you tonight, you'd missed him. The room was hot, or maybe it was just you, but you were beginning to break a sweat under your tan cableknit sweater, even though it was the end of October in New York. The air outside would be crisp, but in here it was stuffy and intolerable.

"I know, Johnny, but it's not just you when it comes to saving the world. You have Ben and Reed and Sues and me," You peered up at him with soft, heartbreaking eyes. He doesn't let his eyes meet yours.

"I'm not incompetent, you know? I can do this myself," You frowned, lips drooping ever so slightly, and watery eyes shining in the neutral light. He felt terrible.

"I know you can, but what I'm saying is that you don't have to," He scoffs and turns his back to you, watching the sky through the floor-to-ceiling pane of glass that deafened their shouting match to the outside world.

"You just don't get it," He mumbles. "It's the only thing I've been good for, I'm not a genius like Reed." There was a sad lilt to his voice, desperation plastered on top of vexation.

"You think I'm with you because I want a man like Reed?" He huffs and continues his survey of the sky, overwhelming anger bubbling to the surface that just began to spill when you touched him. "Baby," You murmured.

"What?" His voice rose, and his whole body flamed up. The fire caught your hand, and you pulled back immediately. It was maybe the first time you realized that Johnny was dangerous. He'd never used his abilities against you or any of his family. You weren't sure it was intentional, but it seared. Holding your now blistering hand in shock, tried to stop the tears of pain before they came. He immediately panicked, flames retreating. "Baby, baby," He reached for you, and you jumped back, afraid, not necessarily of him but rather what he had created. You weren't sure how to process it. Johnny had just hurt you, one of the things you never thought would happen, and here you were, a singed mark on your hand and eyes glossed with tears.

"Get back!" You held your hand and looked at the burn, blooming red and angry on your palm. Licks of the flame had burnt up the back of your hand and up to your wrist. Johnny stayed at a distance for a moment, not wanting to freak you out.

"Honey," He watched you, eyeing the raw pink of the burn that would likely scar a scaley flesh color, a constant reminder of his mistakes.

"Stop it! You're a monster!" Tears created paths down your cheeks as you slipped into the kitchen and painfully ran cold water over your hand. Johnny trailed after you in worry and watched as the water cascaded down your skin, as it seemed to soothe you ever so slightly. Johnny was irate with himself. How dare he hurt you? You were his woman, his love; he would never do something like this, and you were right, he was a monster.

"Baby," He breathed, watching as you rinsed the superficial sear. The burn itself didn't look serious; it seemed to be the type you might get from accidentally grabbing a hot pan, but it spanned the length of your hand and up to your wrist, a poignant sting that would likely be there for days or even a couple of weeks after. "Baby, it was an accident I didn't mean to, I promise," He swallowed and watched your face contort at his words and your own pain. Do you think it was on purpose? No. Are you scared of him? No. Are you hurt? Yeah. You watched Johnny, and he stepped to you, gently cupping your cheeks, swiping his thumbs over the tear paths.

"I know, I know. It just freaked me out," You breathed heavy as he delicately stroked your cheeks.

"I understand I lashed out; that was my fault, okay? I am so sorry, baby. I would never intentionally hurt you." You knew his words were true and not out of some delusion or false hope, but because in the years you'd been with Johnny, he had been nothing but loving. Sure, he got frustrated or tired, but he never raised a hand to you or raised his voice, let alone used his powers against you. Johnny loved you, and he wasn't a monster. Your words were unfair, and out of pure shock and hurt, they may have been justified, but you didn't truly see him that way. You love him, he's your rock; he brought you into one of the only true families you'd ever known, and he's doted on you every second. You knew Johnny wasn't cruel because that just wasn't him. Still, you couldn't help but be a little startled.

"I know, Johnny," You leaned into his hand, letting the water continue to run over the burn. It relieved the sting of the heat that was permanently etched into your palm.

"Oh, darling, let me go get some hand soap and ointment and get you taken care of." He pressed a kiss to your forehead before rushing off to get some burn ointment and some soap, and a cloth to wrap your hand. Luckily, it wasn’t so bad that you needed to go to the hospital, but he wanted to make sure he was tending to you. It was his job after all, as your boyfriend.

He came out in minutes with a towel, some things to wash and care for the burn, and a cloth to wrap around your sore hand. He helped you wash it, the suds stinging slightly as he washed away the bacteria that lingered there. Shutting off the water for the first time in almost ten minutes, he softly dried your hand, looking over the fleshy pink splotch that doesn't quite meet the center of your palm. He scoops some ointment onto his fingertips and begins to run it over your hand, lightly massaging it in. He pressed a kiss over your knuckles before wrapping your hand up in the fabric and letting you take control over how you wanted it to be wrapped, helping you when needed. When you were done, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

"I'm so sorry for being such a stubborn bastard," he murmured, wrapped his arms around you, which you gladly accepted. "I'm going to be in bed at a reasonable time from now on, I swear. I will ensure you are not cross with me for a moment. I'll be perfect for you," You giggle as he rubs his face on you lovingly. "I adore you, darling, and I'm so sorry." You kissed him gently, his hands finding your waist and pulling you in until you wished to pull back.

"Bed?" You asked, and he nodded, parting from you only to guide you with a hand on the small of your back.

When you reached the room, you slipped out of your sweater and shorts and into a t-shirt of his that hung to the middle of your thighs. He raised an eyebrow and watched you as you dressed. Johnny may have been a bit of a perv when it came to you, but come on, he found you to be the prettiest thing in existence, so he figured he got a pass.

"Get changed, dummy, I'm tired," You chuckled as you caught his glance. He did as he was told, obedient as always. He unbuttoned his plaid shirt and threw on a white one, and unbuckled his belt. Slinging it over a hanger and pulling his slacks off. You admired him from where you sat up in the middle of the bed, as he had you, and he snickered when he caught you.

"You, darling, are one to talk." His smirk was radiant and loving as were all of his movements, because that's what Johnny was: loving, loyal, and caring.

"Hey, I changed!" You giggle, and he comes over and kisses you hungrily. Any other night, it would be a sign of your mutual desire, but you both knew tonight it was just love. He lay you back on the mattress and into the pillows, hair spanning out around you. He lay next to you, and your head found his chest, your swaddled hand coming to rest on his chest, where you could feel his rapid heartbeat.

"I love you," He whispered as he stared at the ceiling, brilliant blues cloaked in long eyelashes tracing the creases and cracks that settled there over time. His one arm rested beneath your head and played with your hair.

"I love you, and I understand why you were freaked out. Last time was terrifying, and since then, we've built so much. Somehow, now you have even more to lose, but you're not alone in this. On top of that, though, you never need to worry about how I see you because you're amazing, baby. You're intelligent and sexy, and you drive me insane in all the best ways. You're perfect as is, don't forget it," He grinned, and you snuggled into the space right beneath his shoulder. His breathing slowed as did his heartbeat as he relished in the domestic tranquility that surrounded them. Sure, Johnny wasn’t a perfect man, like anyone, he screwed up here and there, but he swore he would never do anything to jeopardize this ever again.

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"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?" Prompt with Ben Grimm bc he’s a sweetie pie

Your Apartment [Ben Grimm x Reader]

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The sun had just begun to set over the city, a hazy pink illuminating the deli through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the storefront, when Ben slipped in through the doors of Maisie's Deli. It was 45 minutes until closing, and there had been little customer traffic for the past hour. A sly smile bloomed on your face as he made his way to the counter. You’d missed him dearly.

"Well, hello, sir, what can I get you today?" You joked, and he rolled his eyes with a snicker before leaning onto the wood that separated the two of you. He loved to play into your banter, and you loved to dish it out; the chemistry was immaculate.

"Oh, I don't know, ma'am, what do you recommend?" You chuckled, and he stood back up straight, watching you. You strutted around behind the counter like a cat, ending back where you started before looking back at him deadpan.

"Alright, Ben, what's got you here so early?" He raised a bouquet of flowers, orange tulips to be exact. He sported a knit plaid vest with a collared shirt and tie underneath and a brown tweed jacket over it.

"I wanted to see you, and anyway, I brought you flowers," he grinned, gosh, he was the sweetest. You and Ben had been dating for a little over five months at this point, and he was the dream. Kind, funny, and really good with his hands, always gentle and warm. A couple of times a week, he'd pick you up from work and take you out or home, depending on what you were feeling, but this was the first time he'd shown up with flowers. It wasn't the first time he got you flowers, far from it in fact. He always made sure to find the perfect bulbs that had not yet bloomed, so you could have them last, and you kept them in the window in the kitchen of your apartment. You were confused as to why he'd gotten you flowers because he usually did so before date night.

"For what?" You smile and look at the beautiful sunset orange of the petals that have not yet opened. They were your favorite color.

"There has to be a reason?" He asks and leans down to get closer to your eye level.

"I guess not," you said it unsure, and shrugged.

"I just wanted to, Sweetheart." His heart fluttered when you cracked a smile, a bright, beautiful thing that made him feel like his stomach was doing a backflip.

"Well, I appreciate it, but I'm not going to be off for another like 40 minutes." He nods and looks around the shop, seeing no one else in sight.

"Okay, I don't mind waiting a little while." He smiles softly, an endearing look on his face; he was utterly adoring of you.

"Do you want anything while you wait?" You ask, leaning towards him ever so slightly. The draw to him was a silent pull that consumed your whole being.

"A couple of those half-moon cookies wouldn't hurt," He smiled charmingly. You nodded with a 'yeah, yeah' look in your eyes. You came back out not too long later with a few warm cookies, handing them to him, rough hands brushing your softer ones. "How much do I owe you, Sweetheart?" You shook your head.

"Oh, the house," He grinned gratefully and stayed where he was while he started to eat the cookies. "How's your day been, Hun?" His eyes flicked back up as he wiped a few crumbs away from his mouth.

"Uh, alright, working with Reed on some stuff in the lab, boring science stuff, uhm, and cleaned up a little with H.E.R.B.I.E., but... yeah," his voice was mumbled as he chewed through a cookie. He swallowed and tried to clear his throat before continuing, "How'd your day been, Sweetcheeks? Anyone bothering you?" You shook your head with a content smile. "Good, because if anyone was, you know, I can deal with him." You chuckle and smooth your apron over your torso, effectively drying your hands of the sweat that was beginning to form there.

"I know Ben. You're my savior," Your giggles fell like small pelts of rain against a window. When Ben was with you, he felt like a child again, when you pressed your face against the glass and felt the vibration of the sprinkles. It made him feel unbelievable joy. He stood there smiling at you, looking like you were the only thing in the world because to him, you were. "What are the plans for tonight anyway?" You grin at him from across the counter, and his smile matches yours when he begins to speak.

"I was thinking, when you get off work, we could go to the grocery store and get some supplies to make dinner? At yours?" Ben hadn't been to your apartment all too often. Namely because the one time he had, he didn't really have anywhere to sit. All of your furniture was a little too small for him to sit on, save your bed, which was king-sized and one of the only true luxuries you gave yourself in life. Even still, he barely fit, and you had to curl into his side in order for both of you to fit. It wasn't the worst, but you knew he would've preferred more space.

"You're sure? You don't want to go back to yours?" He shook his head.

"I want to be alone with you. Just the two of us." A sly smile bloomed on his face; you looked up at him through long, fluttering eyelashes.

"Oh? Is Benny trying to make a move?" You giggle, and he reaches across the counter and brushes some hair out of your face.

"Maybe I am, sweetcheeks," He cups your chin for a few seconds before letting his hand drop back to his side. A warmth blooms on your face, and you look down at your hands on the shelf underneath the counter. "You know I won't do anything we aren't ready for," he says softly. "I just want to make you dinner, 'kay?" You nod, standing up straight and nodding happily.

"I'd love that, Benny," you looked up at him with heart eyes, and his glance down to you reflected it. He put his hand out and motioned for you to put yours in his. You did, and he brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

"My beautiful girl." Your face heated, and he let your hand fall back down to meet your other one on the shelf.

You loved having Ben around, especially when it was getting late and you had no customers. He was so entertaining and loved cracking jokes with you as you cleaned up. You had one customer in the time that Ben was there; they ordered a sandwich to go, and you completed their order quickly, then, in no time, it was just the two of you again. When you had closed up and it was time to go, Ben grabbed your flowers and opened the door for you on your way out.

"Always the gentleman," you giggle as he closes the door behind himself. You lock up and begin walking to the grocery store. Ben always got odd looks when he was out walking, but with you by his side, he didn't care much. He had his stunning woman on his arm, and that's all he cared about. He held your bag and the flowers, and you both made your way down the couple of blocks to the grocery store next to your apartment building.

The off-brand supermarket was chilly as soon as you walked in. The autumn air of New York was nothing to scoff at either, but it was still early and the season and not yet freeze your butt off cold. Still, the store was colder than you anticipated, and a shiver ran down your body. Ben quickly shrugged off his brown blazer jacket and laid it over your shoulders. You slipped your arms into the sleeves, not quite able to get your arms all the way to the ends, because it was a very large coat.

"Aw, Ben, this is so sweet you didn't have to." You looked up at him, and he brushed it off, his hand snaking around your waist.

"What kind of schlump would I be to let my girl be cold?" He smiled down at you, pulling you into his side. He grabbed a basket, and you made your way through the produce section. He grabbed a few bell peppers and put them in a bag.

"What are we having?" You asked as you leaned into his arm. He placed the peppers in the basket and looked down at you.

"I was thinking stuffed peppers. Does that sound good to you, princess?" You hummed in satisfaction and nodded happily. He picked up an onion to add to the ensemble that was beginning to pile.

"Mmm, that sounds fantastic," You grin up at him. The misty shelves of the section around them allowed a small cloud of vapor to surround them in their proximity. Ben's hand found the small of your back as he guided you to the meat. He looked around the ground beef before picking up one to his liking, examining it, and plopping it down into the plastic receptacle.

"You have cheese and seasonings at home, darling?" He asked and turned to you.

"What kind of cheese?" You reply.

"Cheddar?" He watches as you nod, and he goes toward the dairy section to pick up some cream cheese. On the way, you spot some cookies. You looked on the back to make sure they were kosher and gluten-free, because honestly, gluten kind of hurts your stomach.

"I'm going to bake cookies too!" You declare, and he grins as you place the box in the basket.

Ben grabs a couple of other things before you both make it to the checkout. He pays for everything, and you carry the basket back to where you got it. Returning to him, you offered a hand outwards to take a bag or two, and he shook his head.

"You are not allowed to carry anything. I am your boyfriend, and so I must be the carrier of things. It's just how it works, sweetheart. You roll your eyes but accept it, because it's sweet and you love him. You take his free hand and guide him to the building that houses your apartment.

Once you arrived, you passed through the revolving doors and got through the lobby. Your unit was on the third floor, and you elected to take the stairs; you knew Ben had never cared much for elevators. The two of you were quick with it, arriving in front of your door in minutes, you unlocked it and stepped inside. You weren't very proud of your apartment; the building itself was kind of a shit hole, and the area wasn't great. He wondered why you didn't just move into the Baxter Building with him. There was plenty of space, but he knew you probably weren't ready, that your relationship hadn't quite progressed to that level yet, but he would love to have you.

He ducked slightly under the doorway and entered the apartment; he took off his shoes at the door and set down all the bags and your flowers on the counter. He stumbled around your kitchen a little as you locked up, and eventually found a vase and prepared the tulips for it. He cut the ends of the stems and removed the excess leaves before moving the geometric glass vase to the sink, where he filled it with water. He pours the flower food in and places the fresh flowers in. You watch him with quiet admiration as you watched him in the dim natural light of the moon that seeped through the sheer fabric of the curtains. You flicked on a light, it flickered until it finally came alive with a buzz, and you waltzed over to Ben.

"My good sir." You smile teasingly as you slip onto the counter in front of him.

"My fine lady." He takes your hand and brings it to his lips to your knuckles, you wrap your legs as much around him as you can, and he pulls you off the counter, bringing you into a soft, deep kiss.

"Thank you for everything, Ben," You whisper into his ear as he sets you back to the ground.

"Of course, princess, but let's start making dinner. How's that sound?" You nod and shrug off his jacket, placing it over the arm of the small sofa chair, just a few steps from the kitchen. On top of everything else, the house was cramped. Ben didn't get how you lived like this.

Dinner and dessert didn't take long to make; you two worked in a matching rhythm, and what resulted was a few amazing stuffed peppers and some delicious cookies, browned to perfection. As Ben plated dinner, you ran to grab some blankets to lie on the ground so you could comfortably sit together in front of the TV together. You turned on the television and found a crappy movie to watch while you ate. He came over with the food shortly after. He sat down next to you, placing your plate and a glass of wine in front of you.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" You act appauled and snort before leaning into him, placing a peck on his rocky cheek.

"And what if I am? We aren't going anywhere," Your cheeks heated as you sensed where this was going.

"I don't think my bed will last if we do anything but sleep," You smiled sheepishly, and he rubbed your knee softly.

"I know, princess, I was teasing," You hummed. "That's actually something I wanted to ask you about," He nervously brought up, and you turned your head to look at him, confused.

"What do you mean?" You ask, and he doesn't meet your eyes when he begins to speak.

"I mean, your lease is up in a couple of months, and I was wondering if you had started looking where you're going to be next." Your eyebrows furrowed as your fork met your plate, completely stopping your previous actions.

"Uh, no, I hadn't started looking anywhere, I figured I'd renew my lease-," He cut you off before you could finish. His hands fisted the thick blanket underneath the two of you, anxiously pulling at the fibers.

"I meant you know maybe you'd want to move in with me," He swallowed, finally turning to face you, watching for your reaction. Your eyes widened slightly, and a smile grew on your face.

"Move in with you? At the Baxter Building? You'd want that?" Each question asked he nodded and opened his mouth to answer only to close it again when you asked the next. When you asked your final question, he finally began to talk.

"I've been thinking about it for a while, you know? I would love to spend every day with you," He whispered over the quiet buzzing and chattering coming from the old TV that sat in front of you. His eyes were soft and hopeful, chewing the inside of his cheek whilst his baby blues bore into you.

"I want that Ben, you have no idea," You grin and he smiles back at you hesitantly.

"But?" You shook your head softly, a sad grin glossing over your face.

"No, but I just, I don't want to intrude," You answer quietly, and he chuckles.

"Intrude? You're my girl, I love you, my family loves you, so there's no intrusion there." He reaches out for your hand and takes it in his. "So yes?" You nod happily. He grins like an idiot, and you take your free hand and reach up ever so slightly as not to knock over the plate on his lap. Your lips meet his in an all-encompassing, passionate kiss.

Late that night, when you lay curled into his side as his chest rose and fell, you wondered what you did to deserve such a wonderful man. His offer made you yearn and conjure ideas of what the future might look like, and to you, it was bright. Eventually, his snores lulled you into a deep sleep, where you dreamt of him.

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hey just wondering if u have anymore john economos fics coming out soon i love the ones u did

I do! I have the rest of the You, Again series coming out, and I also write quite a few one-shots based on requests I have 3 currently in my inbox, amongst about 35 other ones and one I'm currently working on in my drafts! But if you’re wanting something specific you can request. Thank you so much for reading <3

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What reader inserts do you do? I think I have a request to kick-start one for Kara Zor-El if Male Reader works fine

Hi! I unfortunately do not write male reader. That and a few other things are outlined in my request rules. Sorry for the inconvenience!