hi! it’s been a while and i hope you’re doing well :)
hello anon, it has been a while haha! a lot has happened and i got really busy with life. thank you for checking in on me so frequently, its really sweet!
Summary: It’s your anniversary and Adrian is nowhere to be found…
[My Writing Masterlist]
WC: 1.6k
TW/CW: Injury (not described in detail), blood mention.
A/N: …so I’m back… sorry for the hiatus, a lot happened. But i am back! So send in requests, bc i have literally no ideas… this one has been in my drafts for 8 months and tbh not proud of it but hey better to get it out there! (is anyone even still here…?)
You let out a long drawn out sigh as you kicked off your shoes as soon as you got into the door. You nudged the door closed with your hip, locking it as soon as your shoes were off. You placed your purse on the kitchen counter as you passed it and made your way to the only bedroom in your apartment.
Once inside, you shimmied out of your fancy dress, letting it pool around your feet. Out of the stifling garment, you allowed yourself to breathe.
You stepped over the dress and over to your dresser. You pulled out one of your boyfriend’s old tee shirts and tugged it on. Usually, you would wear pajama pants due to the cold nights. Your apartment’s heater was on the fritz and it got extremely cold at night.
However, you knew Adrian was going to be very upset tonight. You figured forgoing pants would make him feel better, even if marginally.
The two of you were supposed to meet at a very fancy restaurant tonight to celebrate your two year anniversary. Adrian had made the reservations months ago. The two of you had been talking about what you would eat there for longer. It was the fanciest you could get in Evergreen. With Adrian’s new job paying him more than he got at Fennel Fields, the two of you could finally afford the luxury.
But he hadn’t shown up.
You made your way to the bathroom to start taking off your makeup. You cleaned your face and began your nighttime routine, despite not having eaten dinner. If Adrian hadn’t showed, then you were sure that he also hadn’t eaten. You didn't feel right eating when he hadn’t, even if he did leave you to stand outside your apartment for the past hour. Waiting on him.
You sighed. You knew his unique occupation came with challenges. You had known that going in that he would have to put his job before you sometimes.
That knowledge didn’t ease the hurt, though.
It was lonely when he left for another mission. He insisted that you never come or get involved with his job, but sometimes you wished he would let you in on that part of his life. You knew he killed people, and that he was currently on a very dangerous mission, but other than that you didn’t know much.
When he came to you with his pinky toe almost severed last year, you didn’t ask questions. You just treated his wound and moved on.
You finished cleaning yourself up and walked to the living room. You settled onto the couch and turned on the tv, letting it play as you reclined.
You were on the verge of sleep when your phone began ringing. You opened your eyes and saw the personalized name you had for Adrian. A smile worked its way onto your face, happy he was calling. You answered quickly and placed the phone to your ear.
“Baby, are you okay?”
The other end of the line was silent for a moment, before a woman’s voice came through. “Wow,” she scoffed.
You heard someone on the other end yell, muted because they weren’t next to the phone. “Is she real?”
“Yeah,” the woman on the other end of the phone answered. “You owe me 50.”
The other voice cursed and there was some shuffling.
“Um, why do you have Adrian’s phone? Is he okay?” You had no idea what was going on, but you did know it was very weird for a woman to be calling you on Adrian’s phone.
“I’m going to be honest with you,” the woman began. “No, he isn’t. He’s the worst I have ever seen him.”
“Oh my god,” you gasped and stumbled to your feet. “Where is he?”
“We are treating him at our headquarters-”
“Where?” You demanded.
“Calm down,” she huffed. “One of ours is on her way to pick you up at your apartment.”
“Is he…” Your voice cut off, thinking the worst.
“No,” she sighed. “He’ll be alright. But he keeps fighting treatment, insisting to see you. Something about a date? Either way he’s being annoying so hopefully you can calm him down.”
“I’ll be waiting outside.” You rushed to your bedroom and searched for pants. All you could find was a pair of Adrian’s discarded jeans, belt still looped through. You hopped and pulled them on, tightening the belt around your waist.
All the while the woman described the woman who was going to pick you up - Adebayo - and her car.
“Okay, thank you,” you said, out of breath from running around the apartment. You toed on your shoes and locked the apartment door behind you.
“No, thank you. He’s being so difficult.”
The statement sent a flash of annoyance through you. Difficult? He was injured.
“Tell him I’ll be there soon.” You took the steps from your apartment as fast as you could without tripping and dying.
“Right, see you soon.” The woman ended the call after that and you pocketed your phone. As soon as you left the building, you saw the car the woman described. You ran over and slid into the passenger seat.
She shot you a curious look. “You okay?”
“Well, seeing as I just got a call saying my boyfriend is half dead, no not really.”
“Oh,” Adebayo winced. “Sorry about that.”
“Not your fault,” you mumbled, staring out the window. It was dark, and late, so there were only a few other cars on the road.
As if sensing your unease, Adebayo accelerated the car.
“Don’t worry, Adrian is tough. He’ll be fine.”
You hummed a yes, but you didn’t believe it. You knew deep down, back at the restaurant, that something was very, very wrong. Adrian would never stand you up like that, not without saying anything. You knew something was wrong but you still went home like everything was okay.
You were kicking yourself when the car pulled to a stop in front of a run down building. You shot a look at Adebayo. She was already unbuckling, so you did the same and got out of the car. You rushed inside after she unlocked the door.
“He’s upstairs, in the back room,” Adebayo managed to get out before you rushed past the desks to get to the stairs. You took them as quickly as you could. As you climbed them, you could hear Adrian’s cries of pain.
You stopped in the doorway of the back room. It reeked of blood, the metallic stench hanging thick in the air. Adrian was laying on an old couch, a man leaning over his bare chest, doing something you couldn’t see.
Adrian’s head lolled to the side and your eyes met. Then the spell was broken.
You rushed to the couch and slid onto it, pulling Adrian’s head onto your lap.
“Hey baby,” you smiled and brushed his hair back from his head. His forehead was sweaty and hot, and it broke your heart.
“Babe!” He croaked and lifted a bloodsoaked hand to your cheek. He only seemed to notice then that his hand was covered in blood and tried pulling it away. You quickly placed a hand over his to hold it to your cheek.
Adrian frowned. “Stop, Imma get blood on you…”
“I don’t care,” you shook your head. You glanced up at his chest, which was a mess of gashes that this guy was working to close. Your face went pale at how much blood was leaking out of your boyfriend.
“Hey,” Adrian mumbled and tilted your head down to meet his eyes. “I’ll be fine, lovely girl.”
“I-” Your voice cracked and you felt tears well in your eyes.
“Damn, Chase, this your girl?” A new man strolled into the room without a care, like your boyfriend hadn’t lost what must be a ton of blood.
“Shut up, Chris, don’t look at her,” Adrian pouted and tried to glare at the new guy.
You looked up and recognized the guy immediately. He was wearing this ridiculous suit and metal helmet, but you recognized him from your childhood in Evergreen.
“Hey, you’re Chris, right?” You asked him, even though you knew who he was.
“Sure thing, sweetcheeks,” Chris flashed you a grin.
You glared at him and lifted one hand from Adrian’s head to flip him off.
“Hey, fuck you too!” He retorted quickly.
“Aw, my two favorite people getting along,” Adrian said. You looked down to see him smiling dreamily. His eyes started fluttering, as if he were falling asleep.
“Hey, Adrian, baby, don’t fall asleep on me,” you pleaded with him, shaking him slightly. You looked up at the man stitching Adrian up. “Can’t we take him to the hospital?”
“He’s been through worse,” he grunted. “Mostly surface shit anyways. He just needs to rest it off.”
You frowned. It certainly didn’t look good at all. Then again, you didn’t know much about these things. “Then why did you call me?”
“He was fighting treatment until we said we would call you. Annoying shit,” he said as he pulled another stitch closed.
“Oh, I'm sorry Adrian is such an inconvenience for you.” You glared at the scruffy man until he acquiesced and mumbled an apology.
“Isn't she so sexy when she's mad?” Adrian murmured. He moved his thumb so it could brush over your lips.
You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your face. It still affected you, Adrian’s brazen compliments.
“He will be fine,” the man tending to Adrian’s wounds huffed.
And Adrian was fine, because you stayed next to him the entire night. And now they you had met the 11th street kids, this was just the beginning…
Summary : After the Butterfly Project ends and the team goes their separate ways, Adrian Chase decides to pick up a new “hobby.” Unfortunately for you, that hobby is obsessing over owls — and he’s wrong about almost every single fact.
Warnings/Tags: Himbos, Fluff, Post-Canon Events ( after Project Butterfly), Incorrect animal facts, Establish Relationship, GN Reader (gender neutral), Black Market "owl eggs" (???), Spoilers for Season 2
A/N: I literally ran to write this after watching Season 2, like omg James gunn is an absolute genius, ( He makes going to film school worth it)
You should have known something was wrong the moment Adrian Chase bought a neon-blue notebook and scrawled TOP SECRET OWL DATA across the front in red Sharpie. It wasn’t the strangest thing he’d done — this was the same man who once threatened a dishwasher because it “looked suspicious” — but the intensity with which he slammed the notebook down on your coffee table made you wary.
“Project Butterfly may be over,” he said, sprawled on your couch with his Vigilante mask still on, curls poking out at odd angles, “but that doesn’t mean the world is safe. We can’t just… pretend everything’s fine now.”
You frowned. The Butterflies were hard to forget. Tiny, insect-like aliens that burrowed into people’s skulls, hijacking their bodies from the inside out, all while smiling and talking like nothing had changed. Their goal had been terrifying and noble all at once: to take over influential humans and steer the planet away from self-destruction, hoping to prevent Earth from collapsing the way their own world had.
And yet, once Adebayo went public, exposing the entire operation to the world, everything seemed to unravel. The team splintered. Jobs were lost. Economos was shuffled off into another corner of Amanda Waller’s empire, Adebayo burned the bridge with her mother on live television, Harcourt was left wounded and adrift. Everyone scattered in different directions, untethered and aimless. Everyone except Adrian.
Adrian had been there through it all — the betrayals, the firefights, the endless paranoia of wondering who was real and who wasn’t. So maybe it wasn’t so surprising that his mind had latched onto something new.
“Owls,” he declared, pointing a gloved finger at you as if unveiling a great truth. “They’re basically the Butterflies of birds.”
You just stared at him. “…Owls?”
“Yes, Babe. Think about it. Creepy big eyes, turn their heads all the way around, they only come out at night. Totally hiding something.”
And that was how your life descended into owl hell.
He started with the “facts.” Sitting at your kitchen counter, halfway through an entire family-sized bag of chips, he announced, “Did you know owls don’t have bones? That’s how they twist their heads like that. They’re basically bird-shaped slinkies.”
You groaned. “Adrian, they do have bones. That’s how… skeletons work.”
“Nuh uh” he tilted his phone toward you. The search bar read: do owls have bones reddit.
By the end of the week, he was knocking on your door at midnight with a duct-taped shoebox in hand. You didn’t even bother to hide your groan — because when Adrian had a plan, you knew nothing ever went right.
He grinned at you through the doorway, holding the box aloft like some sacred relic. “Owl eggs,” he whispered proudly, eyes practically glowing behind his mask. “I’m gonna hatch them. Then I’ll have an army. Safer than humans.”
You stared at him, then at the box. “…Where exactly did you get owl eggs, Adrian?”
“The black market,” he said instantly, like it was the most normal answer in the world. “Guy in a parking lot sold ’em to me. Said they were rare and totally legit. Cost me three thousand dollars.”
Your jaw dropped. “Three—three thousand?!”
“Yeah,” he said, beaming, clearly pleased with his own resourcefulness. “Pretty good deal, right? I talked him down from five.”
Panic shot through you as you ripped the duct tape off and opened the box, already dreading what horrors you’d find inside. What you did find made you blink. Hard.
“…These are hard-boiled chicken eggs. From the grocery store.”
Adrian peered inside like maybe you’d missed something. “They might just be… sleeping really hard?”
You pressed the heel of your palm against your forehead, torn between wanting to laugh, cry, or strangle him on the spot. “Adrian, please tell me you didn’t really just blow three thousand dollars on someone’s lunch.”
He tilted his head, thoughtful. “Technically, I think it was more like brunch.”
At dinner, you tried to set boundaries. “No owl talk at the table,” you told him firmly, stabbing your pasta with unnecessary force.
He nodded, dead serious. “Got it. Totally respectful.”
Ten minutes later: “So, owls invented Wi-Fi.”
You nearly dropped your fork. “Excuse me?”
“No, it makes sense!” he said, leaning in, his curls bouncing as he gestured with his fork. “The Butterflies took over people by crawling into their brains. Owls hoot at each other across long distances — which is basically encrypted communication. The government stole it. It’s how the internet started.”
You covered your face with both hands. “I cannot believe I’m dating a man who thinks owls invented Wi-Fi.”
“Have you ever seen an owl use dial-up?” he shot back triumphantly.
The following Saturday, he dragged you into the woods for “field research.” You stood shivering, holding a flashlight while Adrian crouched in a bush with binoculars turned completely upside down. He was silent for twenty minutes, then whispered, “Did you know owls hunt using telekinesis?”
You nearly fell over. “That’s not—”
“Think about it! Have you ever seen an owl just… walk up and grab something? No. They just stare until it dies.” He lowered the binoculars dramatically. “Telekinesis. Case closed.”
You laughed so hard you had to sit down, clutching your stomach. Adrian stared at you, confused but delighted, like he’d just solved climate change.
Later that night, back on the couch, he finally pulled his mask off, curls damp with sweat from his “mission.” For the first time all week, he was quiet. You nudged him gently. “You know all your facts are wrong, right?”
“Yeah,” he admitted softly, eyes flicking to yours. “But it’s fun watching you argue with me about them. And…” He trailed off, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “It’s easier to think about owls being evil than… Butterflies being real. You know?”
The words hit heavier than you expected. For all his nonsense, it was the closest he’d come to admitting how much the whole thing had shaken him. You reached out and squeezed his hand.
He brightened a little at that, tilting toward you with a mischievous grin. “Wanna hear one more?”
You sighed, smiling despite yourself. “Go ahead. Blow my mind.”
“Owls mate for life.” He leaned closer, voice low, conspiratorial. “Just like us.”
You blinked. “…Adrian.”
“What?” His grin only widened, smug and hopeful all at once. “That’s a real fact this time.”
You weren’t entirely sure it was. But the way he was looking at you — earnest, ridiculous, soft in the corners of his eyes — you decided not to argue.
“Fine,” you murmured, resting your head on his shoulder. “One real fact.”
He beamed, leaning back like he’d just been proven right about everything. “Told you. I’m basically an owl expert.”
And when his fingers curled gently around yours, you didn’t correct him. Not about the owls. Not about anything.
Do you know any Adrian fics that follow the plot of Peacemaker?
uhhh, i don't think so? you mean like that runs parallel to the series and like rewrites each episode to add the reader in? im not sure. my adrian fic is gna run parallel to season 1, but reader isn't going to meet the 11th street kids until later.
but i do not know any long fics that insert reader into the 11th street kids, if that is what you are asking.
thank you for asking me, feel free to ask again if i read that wrong!
Summary: Your fantasies about the masked killer are about to come true.
[Series Masterlist]
WC: 3.0k
TW/CW: None.
A/N: It’s early, i know, i have no impulse control… i love my husband so much <3
Today you woke up like every other day.
Late and in a rush.
You scrambled around the apartment, silently envying your roommate who was currently sipping her coffee at the small dinner table. She never missed her alarm. She was never late.
She also didn’t have terrifying nightmares that plagued her unconscious.
Either way, Alex patiently waited for you to get your life together so that the two of you could car pool to the hospital. Today was a day that you had a shift at the strip club, so you needed your change of clothes on top of your lunch, waterbottle, and nursing supplies. You were a mess. But you managed.
A knock on the door made Alex look up from her phone. “Must be a package. I’ll get it.”
You hummed an affirmative as you slapped together a lunch. Alex had a severe Amazon addiction that you fed off of. She would buy things she wanted, but didn’t need, and you would reap the rewards. You almost never bought false eyelashes, skimming the extras from Alex. There were a plethora of things you simply did not buy because you knew Alex would have some.
You envied her disposable cash supply.
Her parents had bought her this apartment in Evergreen. Even though she did not need a roommate, she had searched for one because she felt lonely. That’s where you came in. You were like the pet Alex kept around, feeding scraps of her blessed life.
You didn’t mind too much. After the scandal one year ago, when you had lost pretty much everything, you needed to be someone’s charity case.
Just as you were finishing up, Alex walked back into the apartment, holding open the local paper.
You shot her a curious look that she didn’t see.
“I thought we cancelled the paper service?”
Alex stumbled over her words, stuttering, before she could get out a full sentence. “It isn’t ours.”
“Then why do you have it?” You walked up to Alex. She opened and closed her mouth before finally responding.
“Look,” she handed the paper around to you.
You blinked.
You blinked again.
You re-read the headline. And again. And again.
It didn’t change.
“Are… you okay?” Alex asked tentatively, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
Were you okay? Now that was a question you were not sure how to answer. You knew what you were feeling right then and now was wrong. It was so very wrong. Because you weren’t upset. You weren’t mad. You were relieved. Happy, even.
You were so, so happy. It felt like every cell in your body was buzzing with electricity. Your head felt fuzzy and light. The weight on your shoulders that you had been carrying for the past year was finally lifted. Like you had been trapped in the undertow for months and you finally got a chance to gulp in some air.
It was refreshing. Life changing.
You knew damn well that you shouldn’t have been happy. But that did not ease the pure, unadulterated ecstasy flowing through your veins.
You knew you had to answer at some point. You opened your mouth but nothing came out.
“Here, sit.” Your roommate pulled out a chair for you. You plopped into it, still holding the newspaper. You read the headline again.
“I know he used to be your friend-”
“Used to be,” you asserted. You looked up from the newspaper to fix her with a heavy stare. She knew. The whole town of Evergreen knew. Everyone knew what you claimed and he denied.
“I know,” Alex announced, shifting her weight back and forth. She was uncomfortable. Good.
“I’ll be okay.”
And for the first time in one year, you weren’t lying this time when you said it. You knew you would be okay. Everything would be okay.
“Okay… we need to go, otherwise we’ll be late.”
“Alright,” you nodded. And when she turned around, you finally let the smile creep onto your face. “I’ll be right out.”
“Take your time,” Alex nodded. She grabbed her things and left the apartment. As soon as you heard the door click closed, you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of the full article. You folded up the newspaper and left it on the table. Alex would return it later.
You grabbed your things and left the apartment, locking the door behind you.
The entire ride to work, you stared at your phone. Reading the headline over and over until it was burned into your memory.
When you finally shut off your phone and closed your eyes, all you could see was the headline.
VIGILANTE MURDERS BELOVED LOCAL DOCTOR!
And you smiled.
Evergreen had exactly one strip club. It was a sad sack of shit, with even sadder patrons, but it was the only strip club in a 50 mile radius. It was grimy and covered in stains that were not so mysterious.
It was a shithole through and through.
But fuck if it didn’t pay well.
One good night would earn you enough money to live off of for a week. With the economy going down the shitter and rent becoming more expensive each month, exotic dancing was really your option to survive. Your family was out of the picture, deeming you an adult at the ripe age of 18. After you had to fend for yourself and started stripping, your parents stopped checking in.
You had started stripping during nursing school, just to get by. But after the incident a year ago, you had to go back to stripping. You had been placed on suspension without pay for six months – you had no other option. And when the hospital finally hired you back, they reduced your pay. Significantly.
So now you were stuck working two jobs just to make ends meet.
It was so fucking unfair. You used to be so mad over it.
But lately, your perspective started to shift.
You and everyone else who lived in Evergreen for any amount of time knew about the vigilante named Vigilante. He was a killer. You were against killing as a principle. You saved lives for a living. But ever since the headline from last week turned your entire world upside down, you have been having a change of heart. Maybe… maybe some people deserved to die.
You knew he certainly did.
You never really talked to Alex about these things. She was your roommate, but she wasn’t your friend.
The person closest to being called your friend was a stripper by the stage name Divine who was about ten years your senior. The two of your schedules matched up since she had a day job too, and the two of you hung out often.
Still, you didn’t exactly talk to her about these things either.
So when a fight in the breakroom broke out over who would dance for a super, Divine did not know why you perked up.
“I’m on break, bitch,” Charity snapped. You didn’t know her real name, but it didn’t matter. She was standing over another girl, Sapphire, who was applying makeup.
“And I don’t dance for supers,” Sapphire snapped. She glared at Charity out of the corner of her eye.
“He’s not a super,” Charity pressed.
“He’s costumed, so no.”
You knew why Saphirre was so hesitant. You knew the rumors that went around. You weren’t sure there was a single stripper in the entire country that would dance for a super anymore. About a few years back, a stripper in Gotham poked fun at a super’s costume.
He melted her with acid on the spot.
It had become somewhat of an urban legend if anything. Supers were bad luck, bad customers, and were sometimes even banned from clubs. Everyone was afraid of dancing for them.
That is why what you did next was positively insane.
You got up and walked over to the two girls.
“Is it Vigilante?” You skipped all the pleasantries. You didn’t care if they knew you were eavesdropping. You needed to know.
Charity gave you a dirty look. “Yeah, why?”
“I’ll take him, gimmie five.”
Charity’s eyes widened. “Uh, what?”
“Do you want to dance for him?” You spoke with an edge on your voice. You didn’t want to explain yourself to a stranger.
Your tone worked – Charity throwing up her hands in defense.
“Be my guest, psycho. He’s at table 13.”
You nodded and turned on your heel. It would cut your break short by 20 minutes, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t get presentable fast enough.
You hurried back to Divine, pointedly avoiding her eyes. You pulled out your lipstick and touched it up, popping your lips in the mirror once you were finished.
“Are you fucking insane?” Divine hissed.
“Do I look good?” You turned to her and posed, ignoring her.
She rolled her eyes. “You always look good, bitch, but really, this isn’t a good idea. He curb stomped an old man just last week!”
“The old man had gotten off of domestic abuse charges, so he kinda deserved it.” You shrugged at her. “Can I borrow your Dior?”
You weren’t sure what surprised Divine more, the fact that you didn’t give a fuck about the literal murder that he committed or the fact that you already knew the details of that case.
“Why the fuck do you want to dance for him?” She hissed quietly.
“I don’t,” you pouted and lied. “I owe Charity.”
“No you fucking dont, don’t lie to me, bitch!”
“Does it matter?” You shot her an exasperated look.
Your friend threw up her hands and huffed. “Your funeral.”
“The Dior?” You repeated.
Divine sighed and gestured to her bag. You stooped to dig through it and pulled out the name brand perfume. You spritzed it on yourself, capped it, and put it back in her bag. You felt Divine’s eyes on you the entire time.
“Be safe, and don’t be a whore.”
“I’ll be safe,” you agreed. You flashed her a smile and a wink as you sashayed to the door that led to the club.
“Don’t be a whore!”
You turned around long enough to flip her off, which she returned, before heading out into the club.
It didn’t take you long before you spotted him. Your stomach did a flip when you saw him,and you made a beeline to him.
He was sitting on a couch, elbows on knees, slumped forward. You sauntered up to Vigilante and plopped onto the sofa next to him.
“Hey, baby,” you purred, leaning over him, placing a hand on his thigh. His hands fisted in his lap and he tensed up. “What are you doing all by yourself?”
You hoped for one insane second that he would recognize you. That he would know what he did for you. You knew you were being delusional. He had never met you.
But he had killed the man who hurt you so severely. That had to mean something.
He had to recognize you.
But he did not.
“I-uh, I’m not supposed to touch you guys- I mean girls, not that you look like a guy, not that would be a bad thing, if you were too look like a guy, equal rights and all that, but like you don’t-” His voice was strained and you could hear the nerves thick in his throat. It was a far cry from how the media portrayed him.
You laughed, a real laugh, that you couldn’t hold back. You squeezed his thigh to get him to shut up. “Yeah, you’re not supposed to tough the girls here,” you agreed. You leaned closer and spoke next to his ear. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t touch you.”
“Oh-” He physically shuddered. You reveled in how affected he was by you. “Uh, yeah, um, that seems like a logical conclusion.”
“What are you doing alone?” You repeated your previous question. At first it was an opening for him to hit on you, but now you were genuinely curious. He hadn’t taken the opening you had given him, which most men at this establishment would have killed for. It was funny, though, from what you had seen and looked up about Vigilante, he was a killing machine. The mess in front of you seemed more like a kicked puppy.
“Oh,” he said and his shoulders sagged. “Well, I mean…”
You leaned into his body, pressing your body into him. “C’mon, sugar, you can tell me.”
The man tensed up again and fiddled with his hands. He took a deep breath and cursed. “I don’t know your name,” he finally said.
“It’s Celeste,” you smiled, offering your stage name.
“That’s pretty, like the stars…”
“Thanks, I picked it.”
“Oh… didn’t your parents?”
“Oh, it’s my stage name.”
He scoffed. “So it’s not your real name?”
“I don’t know yours either, sweetie,” you smiled.
He straightened up immediately. “It’s Vigilante.”
“I know that, love, I mean I don’t know your real name either. So we’re even.”
“Oh,” he mumbled. He stared off into the distance, as if he were contemplating, then he sagged into the couch. “My buddy is in jail.”
“Aw, I’m sorry,” you frowned. “That sounds hard. You must be so lonely.” You gave him another opening to flirt with you, but then Vigilante misunderstood you again.
“Yeah- I mean, well I have a lot of friends, so I am not lonely, you know,” he started rambling, missing the opportunity completely.
You couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. He was so fucking cute. “Well, I am sure I would be lonely if my bestie was in jail.”
“I guess so…” He curled in on himself.
“Aw, don’t be sad, you’re too cute to be sad.” You pushed your bottom lip out and pouted.
“You, uh, you don’t know what I look like,” he continued to stumble over his words.
“I can tell these kinds of things,” you smiled conspiratorily. “So, how’d you end up here? Don’t you have bad guys to kill?”
You meant it as a joke, but Vigilante seemed to take the question literally.
“I thought coming here would cheer me up.”
“That I can do,” you smiled and patted his thigh. You pushed off of him to stand up in front of him. “How would you like a dance?”
“Oh, h-how much?” Vigilante scrambled to pat his pockets, but freezed when you reached out to him.
You reached out and cupped his masked face. “This one is on the house, just for you,” you smiled sweetly.
You started swaying to the beat before seating yourself in his lap with your back to him. You reached back and grabbed his wrists, guiding the gloved hands lightly over your exposed skin. Your skin prickled at the sensation, but you focused on giving him a good time. You leaned back and threw your head back onto his shoulder, exposing your neck for him and rolling your body for him.
It was a tad more intimate than you usually would go for, but this was the chance of a lifetime. You hadn’t seen him since that night, and you were not going to let this chance go to waste. Besides, dancing for someone who could snap your neck like it was child’s play was unexpectedly hot.
You pulled his hands away and stood up, fully intending to end the dance, but then he let out a whimper that stopped you cold. You spun around, smirking, and climbed onto his lap. It was like all rational thought had fled from your mind. You straddled his thighs and placed his gloved hands on the meat of your ass peeking out from your lingerie.
Usually you could gauge how well you were doing based on the guy’s facial expressions, but with Vigilante’s mask on, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. At least, you wouldn’t have if it were not for the prominent boner he was sporting.
Every time you did something he liked, he jumped and twitched as if shocked by static. It was so cute you started losing track of time. Usually, you had an internal timer for these kinds of things. But your internal clock rang and you just kept dancing, fascinated by the way he reacted to you.
But nothing could last forever. Once you pried yourself off him, you placed your hand on your hip and cocked it.
“Feeling better?” You smiled.
“Uh-” Vigilante cleared his throat, then tried again. “Yeah, yeah much better.”
“Good,” you smiled. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his visor, right between his eyes. When you pulled back, you admired the lipstick stain you had left. You didn’t know what had come over you, but you knew you had crossed the professional line.
Vigilante, though, didn’t seem to care. He dug through one of his pockets and pulled out a wad of 100 dollar bills. He pressed it into your palm and thanked you. He stumbled and looked like he was about to say something, but ducked his head.
You grabbed his elbow and tugged him close. “I get off in three hours.”
You felt Vigilante tense under you again. He nodded jerkily then bolted, stumbling out of the club without sparing a glance back.
You cursed under your breath. Did you fuck it up? Was that too much? You had been having such a good time too.
You leafed through the wad of bills. They all looked real, but the outer ones were stained with splotches of blood.
You tried to push Vigilante out of your mind for the rest of your shift, but you couldn't. You knew you would find out in three hours if he was going to take you up on your offer, but it was all you could think about. You needed him to be there after your shift.
But when the end of your shift rolled around, there was no one waiting outside the club. You lingered for a good half hour before you gave up and walked home.
Hi! Do you have any good Adrian Chase fic recommendations? Its hard to find good one lately. Thank you!🫶🏻
hiii!! thank you for asking! there are a multitude of great adrian writers on tumblr and ao3, too many to list them all. the tag is really active now that s2 is out!
wonderstruck on ao3 (author is "twentysomethingloser92") is really fucking good, and its SFW. i will recommend this fic to all adrian fans with my dying breath!
im also releasing the first chapter of my adrian fic tonight!
but yeah, read wonderstruck and let me know what you think! I thought it was neat :) if you want more recs, lmk!
Summary: Your jealousy over your best friend’s sexual escapades gets to you.
[My Writing Masterlist]
WC: 2.2k
TW/CW: Graphic language.
A/N: that clip of Adrian saying sex is only for bonding with his bestie gave me an aneurysm and you guys this fic. Also peascemaker s2 drops tonight!!! Ahhh!!! Im so excited :)))
“And her tits, oh my god, bestie you should have seen her tits!”
You hummed and nodded, eyes focused on the movie playing in the background. It was some shitty Western movie that Adrian adored. It was not something you would have watched on your own, but you always let Adrian pick what the two of you watched.
The two of you were in his room (his mom’s basement) even though you guys had the place to yourselves. Adrian’s mom was at trivia night, and would be gone quite sometime. Still, Adrian felt more comfortable in his room than in the main house.
Adrian was going off about the most recent fuck he and Chris had. It was some girl that Chris had met on one his adventures and had invited your Adrian for a threesome.
And you were totally not bothered about it.
“Her tits were phenomenal, absolutely suckable.” Adrian held both hands in front of him and mimed sucking on a tit with his lips.
You couldn't hide the disgust that rolled over your face, scrunching your nose.
“Knock it off, Chase,” you groaned and leaned away from him. He kept making sucking and kissing noises with his eyes closed.
You shoved him roughly and stood up from the couch abruptly. You paused for a second, realizing you needed a reason to be up. People didn't just get up for no reason. You remembered your phone in your bag and stormed over to the bed where your bag was sitting. You dug out the phone and unlocked it.
“Are you mad at me?”
You looked over to see Adrian pouting over the back of the couch. He had his arms folded on the back and his head resting on them, tilted to the side.
Fuck those eyes of his always got to you.
You sighed and tossed the phone onto his bed. You walked over and carded a hand through his hair. It was much shorter than it had been last year, but the new style was growing on you.
“No, of course not bestie.”
Adrian tilted his head back, closing his eyes, with a soft smile. It tugged at something in your chest. He was so… perfect.
Adrian reveled in the feeling of your hand in his hair for a moment before opening his eyes.
“Well, it seemed like you were mad just now.” He sent you a questioning look, still leaning into your hand.
Great, he didn't drop it.
“No I'm fine,” you forced a smile.
“Are you sure? You usually tell me when you're mad…” Adrian frowned.
A pang of annoyance shot through you. Not because of Adrian, but because of you. Because he was right. You always told him directly how you felt. You never made him guess or doubt. You hated seeing him anxious like this.
He was anxious that he did something when the problem was you. Your stupid crush on your best friend. You needed to get over yourself.
“It's nothing you did,” you finally conceded, giving him a reassuring tug on his hair.
“But you shoved me and then got up, was I being too graphic? Usually you don’t mind when I’m graphic, though…” Adrian trailed off, thinking hard about what you could be mad over. You scratched the top of his head and his eyes fluttered closed.
“Bestie, it’s fine, it’s not you. It’s me.”
“Isn’t that what normal people say when it’s really me?” Adrian kept his eyes closed, pressing his head into your hand.
“Normal people, yes. But we’re not normal.” You gave his hair one last tug before you pulled your hand out of his curls. You stepped around the couch and sat back down, a healthy distance between the two of you.
“No, we’re not,” Adrian replied happily. He shifted then plopped his head into your lap, facing the television. He blindly reached for your hand, finding it after a few swings, and stuck it back into his hair.
You couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto your face. Adrian was just so cute.
You started scratching his head with your nails, tugging on his hair every once in a while. The two of you lapsed into a peaceful silence, watching the movie.
You were enjoying the moment of having Adrian all to yourself, when he suddenly jerked and flipped up onto his back. You kept your hand in his hair as he smiled up at you.
“I got it! I know why you were upset!”
You huffed and turned back to the television. “Addy, please let it go.”
“But I can’t live knowing my best friend is upset,” Adrian whined. “It’s because I didn’t invite you, isn’t it?”
“Invite me to what?” You looked down at Adrian in confusion.
“To the threesome! I guess it would be a foursome with you in it, but-”
“I don’t want to see Chris naked, like ever,” you fake retched over the side of the couch. “God no!”
“But it has to be about the threesome,” Adrian insisted. “You started being all weird when I started talking about it.”
You frowned at Adrian. “That’s… that is actually quite perceptive of you, Addy. I’m shocked.”
Adrian grinned proudly. “Yeah, I’ve been trying to pick up on people’s emotions better, my team has been helping me with that.”
“That’s amazing,” you gave him a genuine smile and ruffled his hair.
“So it was about the threesome?” Adrian pressed.
You sighed and looked back at the television. “It’s not a big deal.”
“If it matters to you, it matters to me,” Adrian pressed. You pressed your lips together and kept your eyes fixed on the television. You could feel Adrian’s stare burning holes in your chin.
Uncomfortable, you shifted and leaned forward to grab your drink off the table. You took a swig right when Adrian spoke up next.
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
You inhaled a good ounce of your drink, sending it down into your lungs. You coughed and spluttered, choking on the drink. Adrian shot up from your lap and began hitting your back. You waved him off, setting the drink down and coughing a few more times.
“Jesus fucking christ, you almost killed me!”
“I’m sorry!” Adrian’s worried hands hovered over you. “It was just a question!”
“A fucking insane question,” you snapped and coughed a few more times.
“Why?” Adrian tilted his head in that way he did when he was genuinely confused.
You had pretty much recovered now, so you turned on the couch to face him. “Because we are friends. Friends don’t have sex.”
“But sex is great bonding time,” Adrian asserted.
“I- Wha- you, what?” You spluttered and stammered, absolutely floored by Adrian’s statement.
“Yeah,” Adrian nodded. “I only do threesomes with Chris for bonding.”
“How does this track all the way to you having sex with me again?”
“Well, since I bond with Chris so much, I thought you might be jealous and want to fuck too.” Adrian said it like it was the most basic fact in the world. Like he was explaining to you that two plus two equals four.
“I don’t want to fuck you because I’m jealous of Chris,” you huffed angrily.
“So… you do wanna fuck me?” A small smile tugged at the corner of Adrian’s lips.
You froze up, immediately realizing your mistake. “I- uh, well. Friends don’t fuck.” You said it like it was your lifeline. Like if you said it enough it would knock some sense into Adrian.
“That’s your hang up?” Adrian chuckled. “What about friends with benefits?”
“But we aren’t,” you asserted.
“But we could be…” Adrian drifted closer, a smirk on his face.
You frowned. “I don’t want to be friends with benefits.” You didn’t. You wanted so much more. You wanted to be Adrian’s everything because he was already yours.
“Okay,” Adrian shrugged as if the answer was simple. “Then I guess we can date.”
You blinked. “You… guess…?”
“Yeah,” Adrian nodded. “I don’t want you thinking that you’re not the most important person in my life, so we need to have sex, but you won’t fuck unless we date, so we need to date.”
You blinked, your mouth opening and closing. “That… is some superbly fucked up logic.”
“How so?” Adrian pouted and tilted his head again.
“I don’t want you to date me because you feel like you have to!” You huffed angrily. “You need to want it.”
Adrian blinked slowly, then nodded. “Okay… well… I want to.”
“Because of that long convoluted reason you just explained?”
“No,” Adrian said quickly.
“Don’t lie,” you reprimanded him, raising an eyebrow.
Adrian’s shoulders caved. “Okay fine, yes. But, I am just trying to make our relationship the best it can be!”
“By dating me?”
“You don’t want to?” Adrian looked up at you with those wide eyes of his. He was always so open and vulnerable with you. So raw and real. It did something to you.
You cursed, heat flaring in your face. “I do.” You couldn't lie to him.
“Then what's the problem?” Adrian scooted closer to you on the couch, pressing his knee to yours. You couldn't stand the feeling of his gaze on you, so you turned fully back to the television.
Adrian huffed. He pressed closer to you, your body igniting at the contact. He nuzzled into your neck, slotting his head onto your shoulder. “C'mon bestie, you can tell me anything.”
You paused, weighing your options. You needed to say something, and lying hadn't gotten you anywhere. Maybe it was time you told the truth…
“I want you to date me because you like me,” you finally confessed. “It's so selfish of me.”
“But… I do like you?” Adrian whined from your shoulder.
“Not like that Adrian,” you sighed.
“Then like what?”
You pressed your lips together, unwilling to answer.
“Bestie, I won't know unless you tell me,” he pouted. He pawed in your lap for your hand, grabbing it and pulling it to his mouth. He began pressing kisses to it. You tried to pull away but Adrian kept a firm hold of your wrist. He pressed kisses and in between pleaded for you to just tell him.
“Adrian, stop,” you pulled on your wrist again.
“Please- kiss - please tell me- kiss- pretty please-”
“Because I love you!” You finally exclaimed, squeezing your eyes shut. Your chest heaved with the force of your breathing. Adrian froze for a moment and the words hung in the air between you two.
For a moment, everything stopped. You held your breath, waiting. For what, you did not know.
And then it shattered.
Adrian shot up, grabbed your face in his hands. Your eyes flew open to see his beautiful face smiling.
“Really? You do?” Adrian was practically vibrating by the force of him bouncing on the cheap couch. His eyes searched yours, flicking back and forth between them.
“I… uh, yeah…”
“Like no one else but me?” Adrian pressed further, leaning in closer.
Your eyes flickered down to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “Yeah, no one else…”
“Fucking epic!” Adrian cheered. He paused for a moment, thinking. “Does that mean we can date now?”
“But… you don't…” You swallowed thickly, unable to say the words. You thought that Adrian didn't love you like you did, but saying it was another thing.
Adrian blinked, absolutely stunned. “Of course I love you, I have for a long time.” His hands were still on your cheeks, brushing your cheeks bones.
You nearly choked again. “You… you have?”
“Yeah,” Adrian nodded enthusiastically.
“But you have sex with like… all sorts of people!”
“Oh, that means nothing,” Adrian chuckled. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours. He said it like it made sense but it didn't and your mind was spinning and whirling. “I can stop all that super easy-peasy.”
“You’re okay giving up your bonding time with Chris?”
Adrian didn’t even think about it. “Well, Chris is my friend, but you are my best friend so you are more important in the grand scheme.”
“So… you’re fine dating me?” You asked. Your voice was hollow in disbelief.
“I’d actually be more than happy to date you,” Adrian grinned.
“Oh…” You let out an exhale that you didn’t know you were holding.
“So, can we have sex now?”
You blinked slowly, then smiled. “You can kiss me first if you like.”
Adrian grinned. “Okay!”
And then he kissed you. You knew he was going to be good, he had to be, but Adrian’s lips finally on yours still short circuited your brain.
Adrian pulled away first, but not far. You could feel his breath on your lips. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
Your breaths came out in heavy pants, mind still reeling from Adrian’s kiss.
“Cause friends don’t fuck,” you finally managed.
“Well, good thing we aren’t friends.” Adrian paused for a moment, then continued. “We’re best friends.”
“Yeah,” you laughed. “We are. Now kiss me again.”
Adrian flashed you a smile, then dipped his head to kiss you.
If this is how Adrian treated his best friends, you weren’t sure you could live being anything else.
How about 5- "i love you" / "dont" with Guy Gardner x fem!reader? I love your writing!
[Special Treatment]
So this fit really well with what I had for the second part of [Asshole Treatment], so I made it into part 2! I hope you don't mind! And thank you!! Feel free to send in more requests, there are still more open spots! Link to the fic is at the top!
A/N: this is part 2 to “Asshole Treatment” (link above) but also for my 100 follower celebration event! Feel free to send in some prompt requests for the event!
You woke up uncomfortably warm.
A thin layer of sweat clung to your skin, sticky and gross. You kicked off the sheets and tried to sit up, but a heavy weight around your waist held you down.
Then you remembered where you were.
“Guy,” you groaned. “You're hot.”
“Hm?” He grunted sleepily and dragged you closer to his chest, nuzzling the back of your neck.
“You are hot,” you said again, slower and more clearly.
“Hngh, thanks hon,” he grunted.
“No, you're hot! Get offa me!” You squirmed and wriggled in a lame attempt to escape.
“C'mon sugar, just cuddle with me a bit longer,” Guy said, his voice thick with sleep.
“Absolutely not,” you grit out. You thrashed wildly until Guy cursed and let you go, turning over to sleep some more. You got up and made your way to the bathroom. You locked the door and went over to the sink to look at your reflection.
You were still in just Guy’s shirt from the night before. The hickey he had given you a week ago had finally faded back to your original skin color.
It was a good thing, too. You hated the looks the other team members gave you when their eyes landed on the mark. You had tried the very first morning to cover it up with makeup, but your options were limited. You were in Guy’s bathroom and, well, he didn’t have the proper makeup selection.
Now though… In the week since he almost died, you had been sleeping in Guy’s room. After the first night, he had claimed it would be easier for you to stay there than to go back home since you didn’t have your own room in the Hall of Justice. You had tried to put up a fight, but Guy had been relentless. Besides, traveling to your apartment after a long day's work just wasn't appealing. Especially at the late hours you would usually go home.
So, you had been sleeping in Guy’s bed.
But it meant nothing. Sure, he was a clingy sleeper and you guys woke up entangled more often than not, but it didn’t mean anything. He was just trying to make it up to you- what he had said. Then he would go back to being an asshole. That was what Guy did best after all.
You started your morning routine with the supplies that had accumulated in his bathroom. Once construction on your room was finished, you would leave Guy’s room. It was as simple as that.
After you were done in the bathroom, you walked back out to the room to get a change of clothes. You had a suitcase in the corner of the room you were living out of, a pile of used clothes next to it. You searched for a moment before cursing. You didn’t have any clean shirts.
Your eyes wandered over to Guy’s closet. You really didn’t want to wear dirty clothes, because as a medic, dirty clothes meant blood splatters. You made your decision quickly, stalking over and taking one of his white undershirts. You pulled it on, cinching it at the waist with a knot. The fit was boxy, typical of men’s shirts. You just hoped no one would notice.
You pulled on a pair of pants to complete your outfit, then left Guy still sleeping in bed. You made your way out of the hallway and into the med bay to clean and prepare as needed. You had to do inventory today, so you knew it would be a long day.
You put on some music on your headphones and began going through the inventory. Despite being a metahuman that had healing capabilities, it was still necessary to have a med bay and supplies. Some things were out of your control and some things you could only partially fix. It was one of Guy’s complaints. He didn’t understand why they needed a budget for ‘my little pony band-aids’ when the team had you. Of course the budget was not spent on character bandaids, and of course you told him that, but of course he still made a big stink about it.
He hadn’t bothered you in a while about your position. He still made weird faces when you asked about the status of your own room in the Hall. Other than that he had been leaving you relatively peaceful.
It was weird as fuck.
Midday, the alarm went off for the members to go fight some threat. It was like the siren in a fire station, alerting the members to assemble and leave. You weren’t sure what the threat was, but it really wasn’t your problem. You just had to patch them up after they got back.
Probably about an hour later, the med bay door opened. You pulled your headphones off and turned to see Micheal walking in, cradling his left arm.
“Hey, dislocated or broken?” You cut right to the chase, leading him to an empty bed.
Micheal sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding tight to his arm. “Dislocated.”
You nodded and pulled up a rolling stool to sit beside him. “Alright, I’ll put it back into place then heal the surrounding tissue so that you can be back out there.”
Micheal gave a short nod in understanding. He let go of his arm as you took hold of it. You began moving it gently, Micheal hissing through his teeth as you did.
“Sorry, just gotta-” you jerked his arm upwards and the bone slid back into the joint. “There.”
Micheal winced, but bit his lip so as to not shout. Micheal was definitely the best patient out of the Justice League. Clark was a close second, but wasn’t first because Micheal understood all the medical jargon. Clark was clueless. It didn’t take a genius to guess who the worst patient was.
“Sorry, Micheal.” You wheeled away to give him some space. “I’ll need your uniform shirt off, next.”
Micheal raised an eyebrow. “You sure Guy will like that?”
You frowned instantly at the mention of Guy. “Why wouldn’t he? I’m doing my job.”
“You, being around another shirtless man. You don’t think that will bother him?”
“Why would it?” You huffed. “We’re not married.”
“But you are dating, and he is a very jealous-”
“We are not dating,” you asserted quickly, your face burning with heat.
Micheal raised an eyebrow that conveyed what he didn’t say. He didn’t believe you and thought you were being stupid. Micheal had an incredibly expressive face for how impassive he was.
“We aren’t,” you said again.
“Right,” Michael drawled. “And you don’t sleep in his room and apparently wear his clothes.”
Fuck. Of course Micheal noticed. Of fucking course. You scrambled for an excuse, but you had none.
“If you aren’t dating, maybe you should let Guy know that,” Micheal added. His voice was lighter, less accusatory and more gentle.
“He knows that,” you mumbled, but your words were hollow.
Micheal just looked at you, and it said everything.
You needed to have a talk with Guy. He was the type to assume something was going on with defining it. That was just like him.
“I’ll talk with him. For now, I still need your shirt off to heal the tendons so you can get back to work.”
Micheal nodded and carefully removed his jacket, then his shirt. You scooted close again once his shoulder was exposed. You placed your hands on the joint and began healing him.
As if the universe was working against you in some superbly fucked up way, that was when Guy decided to burst into the med bay.
“Hey, hon, I just kicked some-” Guy’s jovial voice abruptly cut off. “The fuck are you guys doing?”
Your back was to the med bay door, so you couldn’t see Guy. You could, however, feel his eyes drilling into the back of your head. You kept your hands in place, doing your best to concentrate on the task at hand.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Micheal give you a look that said ‘I told you so.’
“My job,” you replied drily.
“And that requires him to be half naked?”
“It does.”
Guy let out a half growl, half huff of exasperation.
You finished up healing Micheal and removed your hands. You stood up without turning around to look at Guy and made your way to the sink. You began washing your hands, attempting to keep busy.
“Why are you acting brand new? You know my abilities are tactile.” You tried to remain aloof, but it was hard when you just knew how upset Guy was.
When you finally turned around, Guy was glaring daggers at Micheal as Micheal got dressed. Guy’s arms were folded over his chest, making his biceps stand out more.
“He only dislocated his shoulder, I don’t see why he needs to be healed.”
“Dislocated shoulders normally require twelve to sixteen weeks to fully recover. Unless you want Micheal out of commission for months in a sling-”
“I get it,” Guy said through grit teeth.
“Thank you,” Micheal said over his shoulder as he left. Guy tracked him with his eyes until he left.
Once the door shut behind Micheal, you relaxed.
“I don’t know why you’re so touchy about this,” you sighed. You made your way to the bed Micheal had sat on and began stripping it to clean it. You pulled the sheets off and balled them up by the time Guy finally responded.
“My parents didn’t like me as a kid. Guess it makes me doubt that someone could like me. I get insecure and jealous, I think that’s why.”
You froze rock solid. Did… was Guy… was he just vulnerable with you?
You didn’t know what to say. It was so stunning to you, so shocking, that all you could utter was a pathetic “oh.”
“Yeah,” Guy laughed breathily. “They liked my brother better. I could never do anything right. Nothing. So…” He sighed again, then you heard footsteps as he approached you. He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, tucking his head into the crook of your neck.
As if just holding you gave him strength, he spoke again. “I’m sorry, hon. For overreacting."
And again, your world spun. You were sure if Guy wasn’t holding you as tight as he was that you would crumple to the floor.
“You gonna say something?” Guy grumbled into your neck. “Or are you still mad?”
“I’m not mad,” you answered.
“Okay good,” Guy replied and squeezed you.
And then Guy dropped an atom bomb. You felt time stop and still, the words hanging heavy in the air. He said them then pressed a kiss to your neck like it was nothing. Like it didn’t just shatter your world.
“I love you.”
Your throat closed up, and you let out a strangled cry. “Don’t.”
Guy couldn’t love you. He hated you. You hated him. It couldn’t- it couldn’t happen. You had pushed him away for so long, trying to keep yourself safe. He couldn’t love you, he couldn’t, and if he didn’t love you he couldn’t hurt you.
Guy stiffened up against your back. He manhandled you, spinning you around to face him. You shut your eyes immediately, squeezing them shut tightly. He kept one hand on your waist, anchoring you, and the other cupped your cheek.
“What’s wrong, baby? I know it’s soon to say that, but it’s true-”
“Don’t,” you repeated yourself, your voice strangled. “You… you can’t. You hate me. You-”
“Baby, I don’t hate you. Don’t say that, why would you say that? I love you.”
“You can’t.”
“Baby, look at me, please,” Guy pleaded, stroking your cheek with his thumb. When you refused to open your eyes, he sighed. “Why? Why can’t I love you?”
You flinched at the word ‘love’ again. “I… because you hate me…”
“I don’t hate you,” Guy said firmly. He sighed, pausing for a moment. “I am sorry I made you think that. But I don’t. I never have.”
You drew in a shaky breath. “I’m scared I might…” You couldn’t finish the thought. You couldn’t admit that you might love Guy to yourself, how were you going to admit that to Guy?
“I know,” Guy said softly and drew you to his chest. He tucked your head under his chin and cradled your head. “It’s scary, I think that’s why I was so mean in the beginning. I was scared to admit I cared about you. But we can’t let fear rule us.”
You scoffed. “When did you become so poetic?”
“I always have been,” Guy replied defensively. “Besides, it's true. Just like that fact that I love you is true, too.”
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.
“You don’t have to say it back right away. It’s okay.”
You relaxed into Guy’s hold, a weight lifted off your back.
“Okay… thank you.”
“Of course, hon.”
You paused, thinking for a moment. “Does this mean we are dating now?”
Guy stiffened around you. “We, uh, we weren’t already?” He pulled away and searched your eyes.
“You never asked…”
“I gave you a hickey and you slept in my bed, I didn’t think it needed to be spelled out!”
“So that’s a yes?”
“Yes, we are dating, fucking hell,” Guy huffed and rolled his eyes. “Do you sleep in men’s beds when you’re not dating?” He frowned, face drawing down.
“No, just yours,” you admitted.
Guy relaxed a little. He nodded, but kept a hold of you. “Okay, good.”
“You can let me go now?” You suggested and pressed on his chest lightly.
“Let me hold you a bit longer,” Guy smirked and ducked his head into the crook of your neck.
You sighed dramatically for show, but smiled. “I guess so, if you must.” You wound your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
“I must, it’s how I heal.”
You laughed openly at that. “That’s not how it works. I need skin contact to-”
“I would be more than happy to oblige,” Guy responded quickly, pressing open mouthed kisses onto your neck.
“Absolutely not! We are in the med bay!”
“So, if we relocated-”
“Guy!”
“Alright, alright, clothes on, got it,” he grumbled but kept mouthing at your neck.
You felt so light in that moment, even as Guy’s weight enveloped you.
Maybe you could, one day, say it back to him…
Especially with the special treatment he was giving you.
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"i love you" / "dont"
"please don't leave, i dont think i can take it this time"
"you need help" / "no, i need you"
"i cant stand you" / "weird way to say i love you, but i love you too"
"are you okay?" / "Yeah just shot a little" / "you were shot?!"
"why cant you just stay?"
"why didn't you tell me?" / "because i didnt want to ruin whatever this is."
"you know, i only came here tonight because i heard youd be here. how ridiculous is that?"
"dont look at me like that..."
"we cant... do this! if someone sees us-"
"Im not jealous, you can flirt with whoever you want. i dont care."
"you thought i was gonna kiss you? gross. who told you?"
"do you want me to kill them?" / "uh, thats a joke... right?" / "depends on how you feel about it."
"i am going to need you to act like youre in love with me."
"are you wearing my shirt?"
"you are drunk" / "i am honest"
Masterlist!
(These will be able to be found on my main masterlist too!)
one: Special Treatment
Prompt 5: "i love you" / "dont"
Guy Gardner x fem!reader
After the night you spent with Guy, he has been acting very differently around you. You soon find out why.
A/N: this is a teaser for the fic coming out 08/22/25!
You blinked.
You blinked again.
You re-read the headline. And again. And again.
It didn’t change.
“Are… you okay?” Alex asked tentatively, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
Were you okay? Now that was a question you were not sure how to answer. You knew what you were feeling right then and now was wrong. It was so very wrong. Because you weren’t upset. You weren’t mad. You were relieved. Happy, even.
You were so, so happy. It felt like every cell in your body was buzzing with electricity. Your head felt fuzzy and light. The weight on your shoulders that you had been carrying for the past year was finally lifted. Like you had been trapped in the undertow for months and you finally got a chance to gulp in some air.
It was refreshing. Life changing.
You knew damn well that you shouldn’t have been happy. But that did not ease the pure, unadulterated ecstasy flowing through your veins.
You knew you had to answer at some point. You opened your mouth but nothing came out.
“Here, sit.” Your roommate pulled out a chair for you. You plopped into it, still holding the newspaper. You read the headline again.
“I know he used to be your friend-”
“Used to be,” you asserted. You looked up from the newspaper to fix her with a heavy stare. She knew. The whole town of Evergreen knew. Everyone knew what you claimed and he denied.
“I know,” Alex announced, shifting her weight back and forth. She was uncomfortable. Good.
“I’ll be okay.”
And for the first time in one year, you weren’t lying this time when you said it. You knew you would be okay. Everything would be okay.
“Okay… we need to go, otherwise we’ll be late.”
“Alright,” you nodded. And when she turned around, you finally let the smile creep onto your face. “I’ll be right out.”
“Take your time,” Alex nodded. She grabbed her things and left the apartment. As soon as you heard the door click closed, you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of the full article. You folded up the newspaper and left it on the table. Alex would return it later.
You grabbed your things and left the apartment, locking the door behind you.
The entire ride to work, you stared at your phone. Reading the headline over and over until it was burned into your memory.
When you finally shut off your phone and closed your eyes, all you could see was the headline.
VIGILANTE MURDERS BELOVED LOCAL DOCTOR!
And you smiled.
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Summary: Everyone in Evergreen knew about the psychopath murderer who called himself Vigilante. Everyone had their own opinions about him. You used to be vehemently opposed to him. It went against your core values as a nurse. You shouldn’t support a murderer, that would be insane. You shouldn’t be as obsessed with him as you are either. Really, you should just let the whole thing go. But then he walks into the strip club you work part time at, and at that point, you’re fucked.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, canon typical mature themes, canon typical violence and gore, see individual chapters for TW/CW!
TW/CW: Violence against reader (punched) and sui ideation/better off dead thoughts.
A/N: tysm for all the support!!! I appreciate each one of you :)
Your head was pounding.
It felt like there was too much stuff in your skull and it was threatening to split open. With each heartbeat, your head throbbed painfully.
It was confusing, waking up somewhere new. There was always that moment of disorientation before realizing where you were. It was even more confusing to wake up and realize you couldn’t move and there was a gag in your mouth.
You scrunched your eyes before blinking them open.
Where were you? Everything was dark, but your eyes were already adjusted to the dim lighting. You were in a chair, tied down, facing a corner. Whoever had tied you up had spun you so that you couldn’t see much.
You tried turning your head, but with every motion, a bolt of pain zipped down your spine. You let out an involuntary grunt of pain. You could feel the pins and needles in your feet from the tight restraints. Your hands were not much better.
“Ah, Luthor’s pet is awake!” A voice shouted far too loud for your liking. You winced as you heard footsteps approach, but there wasn’t anywhere for you to hide.
Fingers dug into the crown of your head and ripped your head back. You yelped in pain through the gag and the man peered over you from behind. He had a black ski mask on with holes cut for the eyes and mouth.
“Pretty little thing, aren’t ya?” He used his free hand to stroke your neck. You recoiled from the touch, but the man held you still.
“Quit talking to ‘er,” another voice barked from behind you.
“Aw, I’m just havin’ some fun, aren’t I, princess?” The man tightened his grip on your scalp and you let out a small whine.
“Shouldn’t we rough her up a bit?” A new voice spoke, and you were starting to lose track of who was who. You couldn’t tell much about them except that they sounded like male voices.
“Why do we gotta do that?”
“So Luthor knows we mean business. Send ‘im a finger or some shit.”
“What, you think you’re Penguin, kid? That’s some mob boss shit.”
“This could be a huge ransom deal, more than we made at the bank. We can’t fuck this up.”
“I know that! But you think chopping off a finger will get Luthor to pay more?”
The voices dissolved into a full blown argument. The man above you huffed and released your head, stalking off to go argue with them.
They were amateurs, which made this whole thing even scarier. Experienced criminals knew what they were doing. These guys didn’t. And that made them more dangerous, at least for you. They could decide on a whim to shoot you because you might be able to identify their voices, or they could simply get skittish.
It was scary.
The argument came to a conclusion when they decided to record a video to send to Lex. They flipped your chair around and you could see that there were five people in total. All in black, all faces covered.
“I still think we should still give her a black eye or something,” the same voice from earlier mused from his reclined position on the wall.
“We are not doing that,” the largest huffed. He strode over to you and began undoing the gag. Once removed, he stepped back and held up his phone.
You knew Lex was not coming for you. That would be more trouble than it was worth. It might even be better for his image if his supposed girlfriend died. It would garner him some sympathy. No one had to know that the two of you fought. Lex could easily spin this into a win for himself.
But you couldn’t tell the kidnappers that. If they didn’t think they could get a ransom for you, then you would serve no purpose and they could easily get rid of you.
The thing you needed now was time. Time for the police to catch up. Otherwise you were done for.
The man holding his phone clicked a button on it, then held it in front of your face. “Okay, three, two… Mr. Luthor, we are willing to make a trade for her life for 10 million wired straight to our account.”
The man who was recording stepped closer and tilted your chin up. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend to come save you, sweetheart?”
“Fuck you,” you grit out.
The man sighed and tapped his phone. He grabbed your chin roughly. “Play along, princess, or else.”
Your mind kept turning, though. Maybe it would be better for Lex if you did just let them kill you. It wouldn’t be his fault. And again, it would bring so much attention to him. He could milk the media on this for years.
Dark thoughts slipped into your mind, crawling out of boxes you had hidden away. Always present, always there, just never at the forefront of your mind.
Maybe it would be better… for Lex. Lex didn’t have 10 million dollars, his assets were still tied up. He couldn’t afford a ransom.
Here you were, causing trouble for him yet again.
“Or what?” You snapped before you could stop yourself.
“Or you’ll regret it,” the man said simply.
“I doubt it,” you huffed. Your head was still pounding; you probably had a concussion. You couldn’t think clearly as well, everything seemed foggy.
But one thing was clear.
They couldn’t hurt you more than you already had been.
“See? We need to-”
“I get it! Fine!” The man holding your chin dropped it then pulled his fist back and punched you, connecting with your cheekbone.
The shockwaves made your chair tip and tilt back before settling on the ground again. As you reeled from the punch, the kidnappers began arguing again.
Blood collected in your mouth from biting your tongue during the punch. You turned your head and spit it out off to the side before chuckling.
“What’s so funny?” The man closest to you snapped.
“You are all a bunch of idiot amateurs. You don’t know what you’re doing,” you spat cruelly.
“Shut the fuck up!” He reeled back and delivered another punch, this one connecting with your mouth, splitting your lip.
You laughed again and spit out more blood. “You don’t even know the best part, though.” You knew what would happen if you said it. But you needed to. You needed to tell someone. It was like a heavy weight on your conscience. Someone had to know.
“Know what?”
“That Lex doesn’t-”
An explosion cut you off, rubble raining from the roof. Light poured into the building from the new hole, filtered through the smoke.
All of the men pulled their weapons and pointed them at the breech.
“Am I late to the party?” A cheerful voice asked. The red and blue form of Superman formed behind the smoke.
“Fuck, run!”
The men all darted for different exits, but policemen began pouring into the building. They quickly surrounded the men.
You sagged in your chair, warily watching Superman approach. He knelt down and started undoing your restraints.
“Sorry,” he apologized when you winced from the rope burn.
“It’s fine,” you muttered.
A policeman approached Superman as he worked. “We need to question her.”
“Sorry, I am on a time table,” Superman flashed the policeman a smile. “She can talk to you later.”
The policeman frowned. “That isn’t protocol, Superman.”
“She just went through a traumatic experience,” Superman said firmly. “Give her a break.”
The policeman sighed and shook his head. “Fine.” He turned on his heel and left the two of you alone.
“Don’t worry, miss, you’ll be home for dinner.”
You frowned, curious as to what Superman meant. Once freed, Superman leaned in and scooped you into his arms.
“Ready?”
“I guess-”
Superman didn’t wait for you to finish, instead taking off immediately and shooting into the sky. Your breath caught in your throat and your hands fisted in his suit. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you would be on solid ground soon.
The wind rushed past you as Superman flew through the air. He was not kidding, he was acting like he was late for something.
Eventually, Superman jostled you as he touched down on solid ground. You pried your eyes open to look around. You were on a balcony very high up. Before you could ask where you were, a voice called your name.
Superman gently lowered your feet to the ground, but they were still asleep from the restraints, so you stumbled forward.
A solid body caught you and supported you from your waist. You looked up to see Lex. He almost looked… worried.
“Lex?” You whispered.
“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he started mumbling and looking you over. He examined your face, gently turning your chin back and forth. His eyes flickered when his eyes landed on your split lip.
“You,” Lex looked up sharply to Superman. “What took you so long?”
“I think the words you are looking for are ‘thank’ and ‘you’.” Superman replied happily. “The police want to talk to her-”
“I’ll take care of them,” Lex huffed. “You may leave.”
Superman raised an eyebrow. “Still waiting on an expression of gratitude, Lex.”
Lex ground his teeth so hard you could hear it. “You did well bringing her back to me. Now leave.”
Superman smirked, feet already lifting off the ground, and saluted the both of you.
Then he was gone.
“Come, love. Let’s get inside.” Lex pulled you along, but you stumbled again. Lex caught you again.
“Are you alright?” Lex’s eyes flicked over your face.
“Yeah, I just- the ropes cut off circulation to my feet so they’re still asleep.”
Lex’s features hardened and he nodded. “Then I’ll carry you.”
“You don’t have to,” you said quickly. “Just give me a minute, I’m sure I can-”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lex huffed, stooping to wrap an arm beneath your knees. You were too weak to fight him on it, so he picked you up without much effort.
He carried you inside what you now realized had to be his penthouse. He walked through the flat, making his way to the back. He walked through the master bedroom and into the attached bathroom. He set you down on the toilet seat and pulled back. You watched him rummage through the cabinets.
“I don’t have much in the way of first aid, but I am sure we will manage.”
“Are… are we going to talk?”
Lex froze for a moment, but then continued rummaging.
“About what?”
You sighed. “You don’t need to do all this.”
“Do what?” Lex settled to his knees in front of you. He placed the supplies on the floor and raised a hand to your face.
You knocked it away with a stern look. “Pretend.” When Lex just looked at you curiously, you continued. “Pretend that you care.”
“I don’t find pretending to do anything to be productive,” Lex sighed and reached out again.
You pushed him away again, firmer. “You pretended to court me. And now you’re pretending that you give a shit about me.”
“That was different," Lex sighed. “Let me clean your cuts.”
“No, not until we talk!”
“Fine,” Lex snapped and sat back on his heels. “Talk about what.”
“I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice cracked and shook. Hot tears welled up in your eyes. “I just can’t keep pretending, Lex.”
“Pretending what?”
“Pretending that I don’t love you more than anything in this world. Pretending that it doesn’t bother me that you will never feel the same. Fuck, Superman probably only took me here because our fake relationship- he would have done better to take me back to Colorado.”
Lex frowned. He didn’t look like his usual self. He felt more… vulnerable.
“I asked him to bring you here,” he finally admitted.
You blinked. “You asked Superman to bring me here?”
“Well, I asked that stupid reporter to tell Superman, but yes. I wanted you here.”
You searched Lex’s face for answers, but got none. You were just more confused.
“You… asked Clark to ask Superman to… save me?” You spoke slowly and unsurely, piercing the parts together. It was so unlike Lex. Lex would never ask for anyone’s help. Let alone Superman's.
Lex pressed his lips together in irritation. “Yes, I did.”
“Why?”
Lex did not hesitate. “I need you.”
He had said those words before. I need you for now. At the ballet.
But now those words felt different. Less like a threat and more like a promise.
“I love you.” You said it surely, confidently. You knew that you did. It wasn’t a question, it was a fact.
The corners of Lex’s mouth ticked upwards. “I know.”
“Say it back,” you pressed.
Lex sighed. “But you know.” It looked like he was fighting back a smile.
“Say it.”
“Will you let me clean your cuts?”
“I’ll let you do anything.”
Lex leaned forward, crowding your space. He pressed his forehead to yours and cupped your cheek.
“I nearly died at the thought of you being gone. Taken from me.”
“Say it, Lex. Please.”
Lex sighed again, a puff of warm air passing over your mouth. You shuddered from the heat.
“I love you.” His voice was low and soft against your lips.
Your eyes fluttered closed and you tilted your head to meet his.
And you kissed Lex.
And he kissed you back.
You knew at that moment, nothing else mattered. Nothing but the man in front of you. He was your world.
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