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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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hello! can u write an enhypen version for the reaction of when you’re hurt? (i’m sorry if my english is bad it’s not my first language 🫶🫶)

you get hurt ♡

a/n. i’m SO sorry you had to wait so long for this :( hope you like it though!! i hope it’s not repetitive but i’m running out of ideas 😭 also don’t worry, your english is really good ^^

other groups versions —> txt && skz (lmk if i should do this for others as well lol)

warnings. swearing, blood, getting burnt (totally not happened to me like before writing this chap… not that bad tho😀) lmk if i missed anything!!

┆彡 HEESEUNG [ 희승 ]

heeseung was having his midnight gaming session when suddenly he heard a loud ass thud

mans thought it was a thief or something 💀

walks up to the corridor and turns on the light when he sees you in the middle, bleeding knee and teary eyes

you can’t really tell who’s more flabbergasted – him or you

“y/n? what are you–?” he whispers and kneels down, wiping the tears from your face.

“you weren’t in bed so i wanted to look for you… and i tripped over the skateboard” you sniff, closing your eyes. his heart breaks in two and he quickly scoops you in his arms, carrying you to the kitchen in order to look for the bandaids.

“i’m sorry. but please don’t cry, okay? let me patch you up” hee hums and places a quick peck on your temple before cleaning the wound “whose skateboard is that anyways…”

you scoff and it warms his heart, glad to see you’re feeling a bit better.

he changes the bad aid regularly, observing it like a doctor

gave you a lecture as well to turn on the light because he’s not sleeping anyways so you won’t disturb him :)

and also have a more detailed lecture to riki because after a short investigation (“hey hyung have you seen my skateboard–?”) he discovered that it was his

┆彡 JAEYUN [ 재윤 ]

he didn’t mean it

but happens to the best of us….

i mean hey, the fault is on both of you so….

“boo!” you shouted, creeping up from behind. jake let out a yelp, his elbow reflexively swinging back. you let out a groan once it hit your stomach, folding in half.

“oh my god!” jake yelled back, panicked “are you okay?! i’m so sorry, you scared me!”

“it was my fault, i’m sorry” you mumble, blinking the tears away. jaeyun lets out a shaky breath, dragging you to the bed murmuring apologies.

“no, no. lay here, let me help you” he whispers and kissed away your tears before sprinting to snatch your hot water bottle.

puts it on your tummy, pampers it it kisses and massages it :(

it’s such a mess though, you spend almost fifteen minutes apologising to each other 😭

well, lesson learnt: do not scare jake.

asks you like a thousand times if you’re okay, even two days later :”)

┆彡 JONGSEONG [ ��성 ]

you were just enjoying your quiet, peaceful afternoon with jay while cooking dinner

and since you were doing it together, he was stirring something on the pan while you cut some more onion

bad decision.

“do you want me to take over, baby?” jay hummed upon hearing your another sniff. you looked at him, still cutting.

“no, it’s okay– son of a bitch!” you hissed while a sudden pain hit your finger and you looked back down, seeing blood through the tears in your eyes.

jay quickly dropped what he was doing and out your finger under cold water, wiping your tears away.

“aigoo, such a baby” he mumbled, pressing a kiss onto your forehead “does it hurt a lot?”

finds the cutest band aid possible (hello kitty🥹) and it’s safe to say that you’re just sitting on the countertop until he’s done

since it was a deep cut, he changes the band aid regularly and pampers you in kisses

and in the future he’ll always guide your hands while standing behind you when you’re cutting onion

(and you two always end up crying together😭)

┆彡 JUNGWON [ 정원 ]

mornings with 7 boys are chaotic, let be real

and you really needed your morning coffee that day

you were walking over to the table, steaming mug in hand, to sit next to jungwon when sunghoon and riki started running around

before jay could warn them to be careful, riki bumped onto you accidentally. the hot liquid spilled all over your arm, staining the white t-shirt. you felt sharp stinging, tears filling your eyes. jungwon almost flipped the chair over when he stood up rapidly to rush to you.

“oh my god… y/n im so sorry!” riki cried, genuine fear and guilt on his face. you nodded, closing your eyes.

“it’s fine” you murmured and in no time jungwon put your arm under the running water, hands wiping away your tears.

jungwon has his leader mode on, everyone is frightened

they took you to the hospital and oh boy was the ride awkward

hell, once you were home it was awkward too

but once you’re alone, he pampers you in kisses :(

looks over your burn, treats it just like the doctor said

there’s a slight scar but jungwon will make you forget about it, again, with kisses

riki apologised like thousands of times and despite the fact that you forgave him right away, jungwon can’t help keeping his guard on each morning

┆彡 NISHIMURA RIKI [ にしむらりき ]

you know, you’re both silly goofy people…

…and because of that most of the things you say are taken as a joke, and vice versa

so when riki received a text “i’m in the hospital #slayed 🥱🥱” he just rolled his eyes and didn’t think much about it

but once he was at the dorm, where you were supposed to hang out… and you weren’t there… thoughts were being thought

“hello?” you asked, chewing something.

“what do you mean “hello?”? where are you?” he asked, clearly confused.

“i’m in the hospital, i literally texted you” you said calmly and riki’s eyes widened, causing his friends to grow interested

“that wasn’t a joke?” riki stuttered.

“no. a car gently bonked me and i broke my arm. i got really good bread though–” you explained.

“so you got hit by a car?” niki blinked slowly and after getting a hum, he hung out. almost tripping over his own legs, he ran out of the dorms.

i mean, congrats, you scared the living shit out of him so that’s new!

once he’s in the hospital, he cups your face and examines it

and when he calmed down a bit, he hugged you carefully but tightly whispering “you scared me so bad”

you feel bad but him doodling on your cast brightened your moods :^)

once you’re out, he acts like you’re the most fragile thing in the world 🥹

please do not prank him like that again

┆彡 SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

you were too excited to see gaeul and when you rushed to pet her, you tripped

mf started laughing but hey, you would too

suddenly he realised there’s tears in your eyes as you wince in pain and he PANICS

you snuggle onto gaeul and sunghoon crouches next to you, brows knitted.

“i’m sorry” he murmurs, slender fingers wiping away your tears. his heart clenches at that sight, worried eyes scanning your body “does it hurt bad? where?”

“my lower back” you mumble and gaeul licks your face, causing you to smile a bit.

he insists on giving you a massage and who would you be to turn it down 🙄🙄

puts a pain relieving cream and spoils you in sweets bc he feels bad :(

as soon as you get getter will start laughing at the situation again though 🧍‍♀️

┆彡 SUNOO [ 선우 ]

you were practicing for your slowly upcoming comeback, the choreo just being released

it was really difficult, hence why you asked sunoo to monitor you

even he said it’s a bit too much >:(

“i was laughing at all the “next gen dance choreographies” memes… but it’s not a joke anymore” you laughed and stood up, the exhaustion hitting your body. sunoo smiled softly at your comment “okay, one more time”

you started and when the hardest part came, where you had to lean on your hand (which was a little silly, because that move only made sense when done with another person), you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your wrist and it caused you to lose balance.

sunoo turned off the music and rushed up to you, kneeling down and gently taking your hand and looking at your confused expression.

“i saw that… it must have hurt. i knew it, it’s too tough” he hisses and upon seeing tears filling your eyes, his gaze softens. sunoo sighs and helps you stand up, his hand never leaving your waist.

he’s very calm on the outside but he’s freaking out inside

takes you to the doctor, tells what happened to your mangers and basically turns into your personal nurse

when you get sad that you can’t join your members to practice and all, he cheers you up

becomes your hand for the whole time of your injury lmao 💔

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boyfhee · 11 months

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ALWAYS ⋆ lhs

prompt · “this—” [ points at their chest ] “—belongs to you. always,” requested

g · fluff warnings · vegetable mentions lmfao wc · 0.6k

note · i tried something new ( sticking to the point instead of over explaing the scenes )

“you’re upset,” heeseung finally says after a series of sighs dancing off his lips, walking up from the couch to the kitchen, taking a seat opposite to you by the counter as you start preparing dinner. “what happened?”

you start putting vegetables in a bowl to wash them, taking an onion from his hand as he passes you one, eyes lost amidst the unreadable expression on your face, looking for answers. “nothing,”

“did i do something?” he asks again, voice softer than before.

you shrug, “perhaps,”

“you need to be more specific there, love,”

you pause, wondering if it’s actually worth telling him— the reason is quite embarrassing, honestly. the look on his face resembles hesitation, you can tell he’s thinking if he’s doing something wrong, along with the slightest of guilt with panic that gleam in his eyes. on other days, you would cup his face and discard every second thought intoxicating his mind, but not today.

“i went to jake’s aunt’s flower shop to see how you and the boys were holding up with volunteering,” so, you get back to your vegetables, letting the words fall off your lips ever so nonchalantly while heeseung listened with extreme care. “and i saw you being all smiley with a certain someone,”

“oh,” and you understand that he has gotten the hint in the way his lips curl into a smirk, knowing how you are referring to, and the way he gets up and walks next to you, putting his arms around your waist to pull you closer. “do tell me more,”

“and i wanted to have a little talk with you guys but,” you continue, as per his request, the frown on your face fighting back to morph into a smile at heeseung’s playful gaze that lingered upon you while your own is busy travelling walls and ceilings.

“but?” the smile on his lips grows wider.

“but—”

“but, you got jealous and left,” he finishes your sentence for you with a mocking smile, knowing exactly the direction this conversation was heading in. “is that right?”

it isn’t wrong to be jealous, neither is it wrong to accept that you’re jealous, but you know better than saying yes and giving him yet another reason to tease you. “no, heeseung, i was not jealous. i was just concerned,”

“i see. i was too, about the sales,” he explains, pressing his lips into a thin line. “she was getting lilies, and jake’s aunt particularly told us to smile and greet customers to make them feel welcomed so that they visit again,”

it had become a saturday routine for heeseung to lend jake’s aunt a hand or two at her shop, along with jay and sunghoon. the boys had been hunting for part time jobs and she offered a perfect deal after her previous employees left almost three weeks ago. it was surely difficult to assist everyday due to classes so they settled for tuesdays and saturdays, with sundays if there is ever an influx of customers.

“and what if she gives those flowers to you tomorrow?” your question makes him look at you with a blank expression as if he was to say, not again, sweetheart. “c’mon, hee, we both know iseul likes you,”

“well, that might be true but this—” he points at his heart, looking at you with eyes full of all the love present in the universe, as if you hung the stars in his sky. “—this belongs to you, always,”

“oh, then i must be the luckiest person in the world,”

you laugh at his corny and yet sweet words, getting lost in his gaze as if nothing else is worth looking at, getting caught up in surprise when he leans down to plant a soft peck on your lips. “i think i’m luckier to have you own my heart,”

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter Six

Don't Hange'm Til Noon: Chapter Six

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a notorious leader within the Dagger posse of the old western territories of the United States. You, a recently orphaned socialite from the eastern seaboard, find yourself swept off to live with your older brother who has set down roots in said western territory. Determined to to make the best of your situation, what will you do when said outlaw sets his sights on you?

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (oral, f receiving), Jake Seresin. I think that's it?

Word Count: 6.4k (I'm so sorry, oh my god)

A/N: I have no words for this one. I warned y'all the train scene was gonna be something else. Also, shoutout to @im-just-ken for taking the time to do research for me and putting up with informing me about all of the different aspects of the Victorian Age!! You're the best!! As always, reboots, comments and likes are greatly appreciated!! 18+ ONLY!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator!

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The sky was overcast and the distant rumble of thunder sounded off in the distance. Autumn was beginning to give way to winter, and a new routine had settled in over the ranch in the three weeks since Jake had started working there.

“What are you doing here?” you had asked him with wide eyes. His smirk had widened at your flustered appearance. Your mind raced back to the events of the night before and you gave your tomatoes a run for their money with how red your cheeks must have been.

“Didn’t your brother tell you?” Jake asked, quirking an eyebrow at your brother. “I work here.”

“No, you don’t,” you gaped, glancing wildly back and forth between the two men. “Since when?”

“As of yesterday afternoon,” Benjamin sighed, casting you a sideways glance.

“But, why?”

“You made it pretty clear yesterday morning that you were only interested in men who work for a living,” he explained, cocking his head to the side with a bemused look in your direction.

“I didn’t mean here!” you spluttered.

“Well, Benji here was kind enough to offer me a job,” Jake nodded at the other man. “Isn’t that right, Benjamin?”

Benjamin let out a sigh that sounded something akin to “lovesick fools” as he turned to stalk off towards the barn. You stared after him helplessly before Jake cleared his throat, gaining your attention. His smirk was gone, replaced by a much more serious look as he gazed at you.

“I’m not going to cause any trouble,” he stated, shaking his head when you gave him a dubious look. “I mean it. I’m here to work and earn my livin’ like a man should. I give you my word.”

You studied him for a moment. His green eyes held a look of sincerity and a desperation for you to believe him. You sighed. “Alright, Jake. I’m taking you at your word.”

“Excellent,” he beamed down at you before giving you a stern look. “Now go on and get now. I’m tryin’ to work and you’re distracting me.”

You chuckled lightly, giving him a small smile. Jake’s stern expression dropped, a look of wonder replacing it as he stared at you. A moment passed before he broke out in a grin and turned his attention back towards the fence.

Now, an air of easiness had settled between the two of you as life on the ranch continued. Jake worked hard, and he never complained about what was asked of him, even going above and beyond on a couple of occasions. You had even found him napping in the barn one day after a night where the coyotes had been particularly active, and you had allowed the poor man to catch up on his rest in thanks.

You were on your knees in the garden, digging up the onions you had planted a while ago, when you heard the sound of a horse making its way up the path to your home. Looking up, you saw U.S. Marshal Simpson making his way to you. You wiped the sweat from your brow, stumbling to your feet despite the numbness that had paralyzed your limbs from sitting on them for too long. Beau Simpson smiled at you as he dismounted, walking over to meet you by the fence to your garden.

“Marshal Simpson,” you greeted politely.

“Afternoon, Scout,” he said. “Please, call my Beau.”

“Of course,” you smiled. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well, I was hopin’ you could help me out with something.”

“And what is that?”

He looked out to the empty pasture before glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “Was hoping you could tell me where I might find Jake Seresin.”

Your blood ran cold. You knew he was probably out with the others, moving the cattle in from the far pasture, but you weren’t about to tell Beau Simpson that.

“And why would you think that, Beau?”

He fixed you with a look that said he knew you knew why he’d think that, but he played along. “Well, amongst other things, I heard he managed to get himself a job here against your brother’s better judgement.”

“You shouldn’t gossip, Beau. It’s the Devil’s pastime.”

He let out a laugh at that one. “Well, from what I hear, it’s hardly gossip, Scout, but alright. You seen him around?”

“Can’t say that I have,” you responded cooly, picking at the dirt underneath your fingernails. It wasn’t a lie, exactly. You had told him the truth, you reasoned with yourself. You hadn’t seen Jake that day. Beau was quiet for a moment, studying you thoughtfully before letting out a long sigh.

“You should be careful, Scout,” he began, pushing up off the railing. “It won’t do you any good to get tangled up with someone who’s due a hanging. You might end up caught in the rope yourself, if you aren’t careful.”

You didn’t respond. He tipped his hat to you before moving towards his horse. You watched as he mounted and made his way back towards town. You stared after him long after he disappeared from sight before walking slowly back into the house. You went upstairs to wash the dirt from your face and hands before setting out to make dinner. It was a couple of hours before the four ranch hands made their way through the back door, laughing and smiling the entire way. You scowled at the group of men.

“What do you all think you’re doing?” you snapped. Four pairs of wide, shocked eyes turned to look at you, the laughter and chatter stopping immediately. You glared down at the floor where their boots had left muddy shoe prints on the hardwood. They followed your gaze before slowly looking back up at you with sheepish grins.

“Sorry, Scout,” Levi apologize, already moving back towards the door. “We’ll go get washed up outside.”

The others murmured their agreement and filed out after him. Jake was the last to move for the door, and you quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him back. He turned to stare at you, surprise turning into a question.

“I need to talk to you,” you said. He smiled down at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Oh yeah, honey girl?” he drawled. “What about?”

“Marshal Simpson came by today.”

“Cyclone?” Jake asked, taken aback. “What did he want?”

You dropped his hand, and moved towards the stove where you had left dinner unattended momentarily. “Came by to ask if I had seen you.”

“Oh?” he questioned, leaning up against the wall by the door, watching you with an unreadable expression on his face. You hummed, nodding.

“Don’t worry, I told him I didn’t know where you were.”

He seemed surprised at that, pushing off from the wall and coming to stand by your side. “What?”

“I told him I hadn’t seen you. It wasn’t a lie, technically,” You rushed out. Jake stared at you incredulously before frowning.

“You’re not telling me something,” he said, narrowing his eyes at you. You glanced at him before looking back down at the pot of soup you were stirring. “What else did he say to you?”

You sighed and recounted what Beau had said. Jake swore, turning and running a hand through his hair. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about,” you offered in a huff. Jake whirled back to look at you, worry lines crinkling his brow.

“Nothing to worry about?” he laughed humorlessly. “Scout, don’t you know a threat when you hear one?”

“I don’t see why he would be threatening me,” you argued, hands on your hips. “I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“It doesn’t matter if you’ve done something or not, sweetheart,” he groaned out. “He knows I work here, and he knows what to go after now.”

“I don’t understand,” you frowned. “You weren’t this worried when I mentioned him before. Why are you now? What changed?”

Jake stared at you for a moment. He moved to say something, but the door swung open as the other ranch hands filed in.

“You better go get washed up quick, Hangman,” Phillip laughed, clapping Jake on the back before taking a seat at the table. “Might not be any food left for you when you get back.”

Jake gave a half-hearted smile to the other man before giving you one last look and walking out the back door.

The next morning, business continued on as usual. You had just hung the laundry out to dry when you heard the front door creak open with a thud as it hit the wall.

“Scout!”

You walked into the parlor where Benjamin stood, grinning wide as he searched for you. His smile grew impossibly wider as his eyes finally landed on you. He raised his hand up to reveal an envelope, and he shook it in excitement.

“Benji, wha-”

“It’s a letter from Aunt Jo!” he cried excitedly. You let out a happy cry of your own as you rushed forward. Your Aunt Josephine had been your mother’s older sister, and you had spent many days running around in her orchard growing up. She was a kind woman, and she had helped to fill the void of your mother’s passing. It had been hard to leave her behind.

“Have you opened it?” You were practically vibrating from excitement. Benjamin shook his head.

“No, I wanted to read it with you.”

“Well, go on!” you laughed, gesturing for him to open it. He did so, eyes scanning the paper quickly.

“She wants us to come for a visit,” he smiled, looking up at you. Your grin matched his own as you hopped excitedly.

“What’s going on here?”

The both of you turned to see Jake standing in the doorway with an amused glint in his eyes as he watched the two of you giggle like school children. You felt heat rise to your cheeks.

“Our Aunt Josephine wrote to us,” you explained in a hurry. “She wants us to come visit.”

“Yeah?” Jake grinned at your enthusiasm. “When?”

“Says she wants us to come up for Christmas,” Benjamin frowned, scanning the letter over. Your heart jumped at the idea of seeing a white Christmas again. You thought it was one of the many things you had given up when you moved out west to Maverick. Benjamin lowered the letter with a grim expression. “I can’t go.”

“What?” you cried, looking over at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he said slowly, “that I can’t go. There’s too much work to be done here on the ranch, and I can’t take the weeks off from the firm.”

“Oh,” you said dejectedly. “Well, we’ll have to write back to Aunt Jo to tell her we’ll come at another time, then.”

“No, Scout,” Benjamin said firmly. “Just because I can’t go, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. I know how much you miss it there, and the trip will mean so much more to you than it will me, anyway. No, I insist. You’re going.”

“But, Benji-”

“I’ve already made up my mind,” he said, offering you a smile. “Now we just need to find someone to go with you. Ah, but Hondo and Joel aren’t do back for weeks now. Maybe I could get Tom to-”

“I’ll do it.”

Both of you turned to look at Jake. His eyes darted between the two of you as you gaped at him.

“What?” Benjamin questioned. Jake cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter.

“I’ll go with her,” he said firmly. Your eyes darted to Benjamin who was already looking at you. He cocked his head as if to say that he was okay with it if you were. You bit your lip, mulling your options over. You worried about the implications that might arise at having a man who wasn’t family show up with you in Baltimore. But you knew that Jake could be trusted. He had shown you the kind of man he was capable of being, and you trusted him enough by this point to know you would be safe.

“Yes,” you said finally. “Alright, it’ll be the two of us.”

Two days later you were adding the final items to your bag for your journey. Benjamin had already sent a reply back to your Aunt Josephine explaining the circumstances, but had told her you were eagerly preparing for your trip. You had just placed your last skirt in your bag when something caught your eye. You glanced up to see the wooden horse still standing proudly on your end table. You chewed on your bottom lip, slowly walking over to grab the figurine. You smoothed over the back of it before turning it over in your hand to stare at the initials that were carved into its belly.

“Scout? The cart is ready, and Benjamin wanted me to-”

You looked up to see Jake standing in your doorway. His eyes were focused on the wooden statue in your hand before they slowly traveled up to look into your eyes.

“You kept it?”

“Of course I kept it,” you scowled at him. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He shrugged, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips. “You were just so mad at me then. I didn’t think you’d care enough to keep it.”

“Well,” you mumbled, trying to come up with something, anything to weasel your way out of the conversation. “I did.”

Jake studied you for a moment before smiling. “You almost done packin’? Your brother’s waiting downstairs to send us off.”

“Yes,” you breathed, thankful for the out he had offered you. “You go on ahead. I’ll be down in just a minute.”

He nodded before turning and walking off. You let out a sigh, looking back down at the wooden horse. You walked back towards the foot of your bed where your bag lay, and gently placed it on top before closing the clutch and heading downstairs.

The first couple of days passed without incident. Benjamin had wished you to a safe and pleasant journey, watching you as Jake drove the cart down the street. The two of you camped out under the stars of the wilderness, Jake making sure you were plenty warm and comfortable in the back of the cart before settling down on the blanket he would set by the fire.

“You don’t have to sleep on the ground,” you told him on the third night. He had looked up to where you hung over the side of the cart to look at him. “There’s more than enough room to fit the both of us comfortably.”

Jake had let out a low laugh before giving you a look that made your core clench. “Honey girl, I already have to sit next to you during the day. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself if I didn’t have this time to cool down.”

You blushed at his words and had quickly rolled over to try and get some sleep.

Jake was a surprisingly good cook, and an even better shot. The two of you survived off the bread and produce you had purchased from the general store as well as the rabbits Jake managed to shoot during your camp-outs. By the fifth day, you had run out of polite conversation topics, and the two of you drifted towards more personal ones.

“Do you have any siblings?” you asked him that afternoon. Jake quirked an eyebrow at you in amusement. “What?”

“You wanna know if I have any siblings?”

“You already know about Benjamin,” you pointed out. “I think it’s only fair if I know about any siblings you have.”

“Alright, Scout,” he hummed with a smile. “If you must know, I have an older sister.”

“What’s her name?”

“Sarah,” he smiled. “She’s about two years older than me, and she has a son named Billy who’s a little terror of a kid.”

He smiled down at you, and you returned the gesture. He turned his head back to the road and frowned. “Her husband died just after Billy was born. So, I’ve been tryin’ to help her out where I can. She works in town as a seamstress, but the hours are long, and the pay is shit.”

“What about your parents?” you asked, and he gave you a wry smile.

“They died in the scarlet fever epidemic that swept through Maverick years back. The same one that took out Rooster’s mama and daddy and Bob’s pops. It was a real mess there for a while, but Mav and Penny took us all in, gave us a roof over our heads and put food in our bellies. I don’t think any of us were really much of the same after that, though.”

“Jake,” your heart broke for him. “That’s awful. I’m so sorry.”

“Ain’t nothin’ for you to be sorry ‘bout, sweet girl. We get along just fine now. Jus’ wish my sister didn’t have to work so damn hard all the time, is all. Don’t wanna see her work herself into an early grave.”

You hesitated. “Is that why you do what you do? Steal, I mean.”

Jake didn’t answer for a moment. “That’s one reason. I’d do anything for my sister and that kid of hers. The money and treasures I get from doin’ all those jobs mostly goes to help her out.”

“And the other reason?” you asked. Jake pursed his lips, contemplating his next words.

“Rooster was real torn up about his parents. I, at least, had Sarah. Bradley? He didn’t have anyone. Think something died in him the day he lost the both of’em. He started acting out when we got older, and before long he was out robbin’ banks and all sorts of other shit. I think a part of him just wanted to hurt the world the same way it hurt him, and he decided that that meant he had to take. Take what isn’t his, and keep taking before the world takes from him again.”

“And what about you? Why did you join him? Why did any of you?”

“We’re not goin’ to leave a friend to walk through hell alone,” he stated with a shrug of his shoulders. You studied his profile for a moment.

“You’re a good man, Jake Seresin.”

You saw the tips of his ears flush a bright crimson. He cleared his throat and turned to look at you with a playful glare.

“Alright, you’re turn,” he smirked. “Which of my friends do you like the most? And if you say Javy, I’m dumping you on the side of the road.”

Steam billowed as a train whistle sounded on the platform. Jake was handing your luggage over to the conductor as you surveyed the station. It was still the same as when you had arrived months ago, but you felt that you yourself had changed. You supposed you had.

“Are you ready? Guy says we’re leavin’ in a couple of minutes,” Jake said as he sidled up to you, placing a gentle arm around your shoulder.

“Yes, I’m ready,” you smiled at him, allowing him to steer you towards the train car. The conductor reached out a hand to you, and you took it gratefully. You felt your cheeks flush as Jake laid his hands gently on your hips, lifting you onto the step as the conductor pulled you up. Jake followed after you, and the two of you quickly found seats near the middle of the car. You sat by the window as Jake sat across from you just as the train began to lurch forward. Jake jumped at the sudden movement, shoulders and face tense.

“Are you alright?” You asked him, reaching out to rest your hand on top of his. He glanced at you, then took a deep breath to relax.

“Jus’ never been on one of these before,” he answered, offering you a nervous smile. You returned the smile, patting his hand before pulling away.

“Yes, I suppose it can be a tad nerve-wrecking when you’re not used to it.”

“You travel a lot?” he asked you, watching as you turned to look out the window.

You shrugged. “Not so much anymore. I used to take trips with my friends up to New York every now and then.”

“You must miss it,” he murmured, eyes never leaving you. You looked at him.

“I miss them.”

Jake frowned, his turn to look out the window at the landscape that rushed past you. “Well, you’ll see’em soon enough.”

You weren’t sure how to respond, but before you could, and older woman and her husband joined you in your seats. Jake was polite, but you could sense something was off with him as his smile never quite reached his eyes. You retired for the evening, wishing the older couple a pleasant evening as Jake rose to walk you to your sleeping quarters. You stopped in front of the door to your cabin, looking up at Jake with a coy smile.

“I’m fairly certain that couple thinks we’re married,” you chuckled. Jake’s face remained stoic as he watched you.

“Would that be so bad?” he asked softly, voice barely above a whisper. Your smile dropped as your eyes widened up at him.

“What?”

Jake watched you for another half second before shaking his head with a sigh.

“Nothing,” he muttered, knocking his fist on the doorframe twice before turning to head to his own cabin. “Goodnight, Scout.”

You watched him as he closed his door behind him before turning into your own cabin, shutting the door behind you.

The next morning you found yourself only hours away from St.Louis. You dressed slowly before walking over to Jake’s cabin. When he didn’t answer your knock, you decided to see if he had gone on ahead. You found him minutes later in the dining car, nursing a cup of coffee. He looked tired, bags heavy under his eyes as he looked out the window. A couple of women at the table next to him were casting him barely concealed glances as they giggled amongst each other. You marched down the aisle and sat in the seat across from him. He started at your entry, but relaxed when he realized it was you.

“You’re up early this morning,” you commented. He hummed at you, taking another sip from his coffee. You pressed on. “Are you usually such an early riser?”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” he grumbled, and you pursed your lips.

“Is something the matter?” you asked. He glanced at you.

“Do you ever think about getting married?”

The question caught you off guard, and you balked before fixing him with a curious look.

“Sometimes,” you admitted slowly. “I suppose most girls do. It’s something we’re raised to do, after all.”

“But do you want to?” he asked, eyes twinkling.

“Yes,” you stated, shifting in your seat. “I do. Someday.”

“And what about the groom? Who is it you want to spend the rest of your life with?”

You scowled at him. “Why are you suddenly asking me this?”

Jake just stared at you, waiting for you to continue. You huffed. “I suppose I’ve never really given it too much thought. I knew I would have to get married one day, and I assumed that one day I might fall in love with someone. There were several young men pushed for me to choose, but I suppose none of them ever felt right.”

“What about you?” you asked suddenly. “Have you ever thought about marriage?”

“Me?” Jake laughed, leaning back in his seat. “Not really. Never thought I’d like anyone enough to want to spend the rest of my life with them. Used to laugh at the idea of ever finding someone who could make me want to settle down.”

“And now?”

Jake’s expression remained amused, but there was a hint of an emotion behind his eyes that, try as you might, you couldn’t place. Jake glanced out the window and made to stand up. “Looks like we’re here.”

The train ride from St. Louis to Baltimore started off much of the same, except this time you were seated next to a group of young women who openly gawked and giggled over the handsome man across from you. You felt a rush of irritation as one dropped her hand fan in the aisle. Jake reached down to grab it for her, staring up at her with a polite smile.

“I think you dropped this,” he offered as she took it. Your blood boiled when she batted her eyes at him with a coy smile.

“Thank you, handsome,” she grinned as her friends broke out into another round of giggles. Jake cleared his throat with a wince as he leaned back into his seat. You stood up abruptly, and Jake was left scrambling to his feet.

“I’m tired,” you announced, making a pointed effort to not look at the girls. “I’m going to bed.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Jake agreed, following down the aisle after you. Neither of you said a word to the other as you made your way towards your cabin for the evening. Stopping in front of the door, you turned to look at Jake.

“This is me,” you said. Jake looked at the number on the cabin and then down at the ticket in his hand.

“That can’t be right,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“What?” you frowned. Jake looked up at you and then back down to his ticket before letting out a sigh.

“Ticket says this is my cabin too.”

“What?” you shrieked, snatching the ticket from his hand. “Give me that.”

You stared down at the black ink, willing the information to change. You glanced at Jake who was still watching you, waiting for you to come to terms with the situation.

“What do you want to do?” he asked finally.

“Well, we’ll just have to find the conductor and get this mess sorted out.”

“Alright,” he nodded. “I’ll go try and find him. You stay here.”

A half hour passed before Jake slunk back to the cabin looking defeated. He offered you an apologetic smile. “I couldn’t find him.”

You chewed on your bottom lip before letting out a heavy sigh.

“I suppose it can’t be helped,” you muttered, turning to open the door. “Come on, then.”

“What?” He said, eyes growing wide.

“Look,” you gritted out as you stepped through the door, “we can be adults about this. It’s one night.”

“But-”

“Would you rather sleep out here?” You argued. Jake didn’t respond. “That’s what I thought. Now come on.”

Jake followed you into the cabin silently, closing the door behind him. You moved to open your luggage that had been placed inside when you boarded, taking out your nightdress. You turned to see Jake still staring at you. The two of you stood in the tiny space facing each other for a moment.

“I need to change,” you whispered, swallowing thickly.

“Yeah, I’ll just,” Jake stuttered, moving to turn.

“Don’t look,” you threw in for good measure, earning a nervous chuckle from the man in front of you. You turned around, quickly undressing before throwing your nightdress on. You turned back around to see Jake still facing the door.

“Okay,” you breathed. “I’m decent.”

Jake turned around to face you, and you heard his breath catch in his throat. He slowly looked you up and down before meeting your gaze again. “My turn.”

You watched as Jake removed his shirt. You blushed when he pushed his pants down to reveal the white, knee-length undergarments he wore. You took in the smattering of blond hair that covered his broad chest, almost blending in with the gold of his skin. Jake cleared his throat and glanced at the bed.

“How do you wanna,” he trailed off. You looked at the bed and made your decision. You brushed past him, moving to lay down. You laid back, glancing up at him shyly. Jake watched you in a reverie, breaths coming out quick and stuttered as he looked down at you. He turned to dim the gas lamp, casting the room in darkness save for the moonlight that filtered through the window. Silently, slowly, he laid down in the bed next to you.

The two of you laid in silence for almost an hour, Jake’s back to you as you fidgeted with your fingers.

“Jake?” you called out softly. “Are you still awake?”

“Yes.”

You rolled onto your side, facing his back. “You never answered my question.”

Jake rolled over so that you two were now facing each other. “What question is that, pretty girl?”

“Back at the ranch, when I told you what Beau said, I asked you why you were suddenly so worried about him when you weren’t before.”

Jake didn’t say anything for a moment. “Do you know why they call him ‘Cyclone?’”

You shook your head.

“They call him that because when he sets his mind on a job, he comes in with a fury, leaving nothing behind, just like a tropical storm.”

“Oh,” you breathed.

“Yeah,” Jake agreed, reaching up to cup your cheek.

“Are you scared?” you asked him quietly, and he gave you a wry smile.

“Only of something happening to you, sweet girl.”

You reached up to run your fingertips over his cheek, running them down until they brushed over his lips. He parted them slightly, looking at you with eyes ablaze. Before you could think on it, you surged forward, planting your lips on his. Jake quickly deepened the kiss, bringing his other hand up to your hip to pull you close. He grabbed the flesh of your thigh as he lifted your leg up to drape over his waist. You parted your lips at the movement, and he took advantage of it, licking into your mouth with a desperation that left your head dizzy. You moaned into his mouth, pushing yourself against him as he slowly guided you up into a sitting position.

You grabbed at any part of him that you could reach, whining when he broke the kiss. He chuckled as you chased his lips with your own, but fixed you with a serious look in his eye.

“Tell me to stop,” he said softly, hand skimming the ends of your nightdress. “Tell me to stop, and I swear I will, y/n.”

“Don’t stop,” you responded breathlessly. Jake leaned in to grant you another kiss before pulling back to lift your dress over your head. The cool air of the night washed over you, and you suddenly felt exposed as he drank in your naked form. You moved to cover yourself, but he grabbed your arms, gently leaning you back down onto the bed as he hovered over you.

“Don’t,” he said firmly, the green of his eyes swallowed by the blacks of his pupils. “I want to look at you.”

You watched him as he drank in your form, hands softly gliding down to rest on your hips. A small smile played at the edge of his lips.

“You look so pretty for me, honey girl,” he hummed. Your breath caught in your throat as he parted your legs. Leaning back to take all of you in, his eyes blazed with want as he stared down at your most intimate part. He surged forward, capturing your lips in an unexpected kiss before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck. He sucked a bruising kiss onto the base of your neck, you gasped as you felt the hard, covered length of him push against your dripping core. One of his hands reached up to grasp your breast as his mouth encased around one of your nipples. You mewled, thoughtlessly pushing your chest up into his warm mouth. He pulled off of your hardening peak with a low chuckle.

“You gotta be quiet, pretty girl,” he smirked down at you, fingers still toying with the nipple that hadn’t just been in his mouth. “Don’t want to disturb the other passengers, do we?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer before his mouth was attached back to you. You squirmed underneath him, desperate for more of the mind-numbing pleasure you knew he could give you. Jake was in no hurry, though. He took his time lapping at your sensitive bud before switching his attention to the other. Your head fell back in frustration as your hands moved up to tug on his blond strands.

“Jake, please” you moaned. Jake gave you a playful glare before giving a particularly hard pinch to your breast that had you crying out.

“Greedy girl,” he rumbled, leaning up to kiss you, nipping at your bottom lip. “You’ll take what I give you, understand?”

You nodded your head desperately, and Jake hummed in approval. Mercifully, he trailed his lips down your body, giving fleeting sucks and nips to your nipples before moving further down. Your breath hitched as he shifted down the bed, face level with the junction of your legs. He teased open-mouthed kisses up and down your thighs, never touching you where you wanted him most, and you began to squirm yet again. Jake moved to wrap his arms around your thighs, caging them in his hold so that you couldn’t move. He nuzzled up into your mound before making eye contact with you.

“Been thinkin’ about this for weeks, honey girl,” he murmured, breath fanning over you and making you cry out. “Been thinkin’ about how sweet you tasted that night in the alley. Fucked my hand at the thought about all those little noises you made jus’ for me as I made you fall apart on my fingers. Fuck, you squeezed me so tight. Imagined what it would be like to have my cock buried in this pretty pussy instead of my fingers.”

“Jake!” you cried out at his words. You let out another cry as he snaked a finger around to run gently run through your folds.

“Look at you, darlin’. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked. You’re practically drippin’ on the bed for me. The thought of takin’ my fat cock inside of you makin’ you this wet? Jesus, I see you clenching. This greedy, little cunt is practically beggin’ for me.”

“Jakey, please,” you sobbed, feeling the tears start to prickle behind your eyes. Jake continued his torture, finger now grazing lightly over your clit, and your hips started to buck up into him before he pushed them back down.

“Uh, uh, sweetheart,” he chided, casting you a light glare. “You take what I give you, remember?”

You whined as he began to draw tiny figure eights on your sensitive nub.

“That’s it, darlin’. You just lie back and take it. Let Jakey make you feel good, yeah?” he drawled, sinking a finger into you. He let out a low groan as you clenched tightly around the digit. “Fuck, pretty girl. Love the way you grip me like that. My pretty pussy is just beggin’ for me to fill her up, huh?”

You felt yourself clench at the thought, and he chuckled, adding a second finger.

“Yeah, she likes the sound of that. Loves the idea of me pumpin’ into you until I give you everythin’ I have to give.”

You cried out when he pulled out of you, but his fingers were quickly replaced with the feel of his tongue diving into you. You raised your hand to bite your fist in an attempt to keep quiet. He thrust his fingers back into you as his mouth moved to nurse on your clit, sending you headfirst towards your orgasm.

“Been thinkin’ about this since I tasted you the first time, honey girl. Couldn’t wait to get my mouth on you and get my fix. Never gonna get my fix, though. Taste too good for me to ever have my fill o’ you,” he rasped. You watched his hips rut into the mattress as he feasted on you, your slick coating his lips as he nipped at your bud. Your legs began to shake as he continued to eat you out like a man starved.

“Jakey,” you cried out as his fingers hit that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“Yeah, honey? Did I find your special spot again? Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight. Can’t wait to sink my cock into you and fill you up with my cum. You want that? You want me to fill you up pretty girl?” he asked you breathlessly, the pace of his hips quickening against the mattress. “That’s okay, you don’t gotta answer me. Your cunt is doin’ all the talkin’ for you. She’s weepin’ for me to pump my load into you, get you nice and swollen with my baby.”

The tears flowed freely down your cheeks now. You flung a hand over your face, but Jake was having none of it.

“Look at me, sugar. Wanna see your face as you fall apart for me. Fuck, I’m gonna keep you so full. Gonna keep you all nice and round while I take care of you. Gonna take care of my gorgeous, little wifey.”

You cried out as your vision went white, his words flinging you over the edge. You watched his own eyes widen as you came apart, his hips stuttering against the mattress as he let out a whimper into your core. You ground your hips down into him as you rode out your high, and Jake grunted as his hips stilled, shaking with the strain.

You slowly came back to yourself, a sheen of sweat covering your body as Jake pressed soft, gentle kisses up the length of your body before pressing reaching up to stroke your cheek affectionately. You met his gaze, his green eyes watching you. Your chest rose quickly as you fought to control your breathing, and Jake gave you a small smile before placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Sleep now, honey girl,” he whispered as he dragged the blanket over you. You reached out for him, and he pulled you into his chest with a slight chuckle and one last kiss to the top of your head.

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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‧₊˚✩ sweet moments with them

‧₊˚✩ heeseung

gn reader (word count 158)

you often find yourself entranced by heeseung. you silently watch as he prepares dinner, hands flexing with every movement. he falls into silence as he concentrates on his task. his eyes narrow as he focuses, jaw clenching just slightly as he continues.

you don’t notice how long you’ve been watching him until he stops, smirking as he looks at you. “you’re staring,” he looks down with a light flush on his face, failing to hide a smile.

“i love it when you do that.”

“do what?”

“smile.” you can see heeseung’s ears burn as he becomes even more flustered, but you ignore it, walking over to where he’s standing. “i love when you smile like you’re the happiest person alive.” you wrap your arms around his waist, leaning against his back. “because that’s how you make me feel.”

“shut up,” heeseung mumbles underneath his breath. you chuckle, tightening your grip around him a little.

“i love you too.”

other members utc !!

‧₊˚✩ jay

male reader (word count 140)

“babe, come here,” jay calls. you wipe your eyes, hissing at the sting from the onion. jay chuckles as you press the sleeves of your hoodie against your eyes, blindly walking over to where he stands at the stove. “my sweet boy, let me cut the onions next time,” he chuckles. you blink a couple times, trying to clear the blurriness from your eyes.

“maybe i should let you do everything yourself next time,” you whine. “what did you need?”

“try this,” jay holds out a piece of chicken coated in sauce. you take a small bite from it, nodding at the taste.

“it’s good.”

“good.” jay leans forward to pull you into a quick kiss, licking some sauce from the corner of your lip. you freeze when he pulls away, debating for a minute. “it is good.” he hums.

‧₊˚✩ jake

gn reader (word count 221)

jake gasps, tugging on your hand as he leads you over to a claw machine. “look! they have claw machines!” you laugh, watching as he eagerly swipes the arcade card to play the game. he turns to you, gesturing to the various prizes inside of the machine. “which one do you want?”

“are you really gonna win me an arcade prize?” you ask.

“you don’t believe in me?” jake cocks his head, pulling you over to stand in front of the machine with him. “come on, pick one.”

you shake your head put point out a small fox plush. “there. the fox is cute.”

you lean against the wall as you watch jake eagerly move the claw, pausing every now and then to adjust its position over the toy. finally, he presses the button, lowering the claw down. to your surprise, he wins on his first try. he kneels down to grab the plush, handing it to you.

“nice job,” you smile, wrapping your arms around the fox. “thank you.”

“do i get a prize for winning?” you pull him into a quick kiss that jake deepens when he moves to hold your jaw in place. when he pulls away, he presses a peck against your forehead.

“thank you for the fox,” you smile. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

‧₊˚✩ sunghoon

[idol au] gn reader (word count 199)

“congratulations… (group name)!” you share a glance with your leader as you make your way to the stage. you take the trophy with shaky hands, staring at the audience in disbelief. next to you, one of your members nudges you, gesturing for you to walk to the microphone to say something.

“ah, thank you so much for everything,” you start. “i especially want to thank park sunghoon. you’re the light of my life. i couldn’t have done this without you.”

you leave the stage with a small bow, clutching the trophy as you return to your seats. you anxiously wait for the rest of the awards to be given out, sharing small glances with sunghoon every now and then.

“y/n!” sunghoon cheers, wrapping his arms around you and twirling you around. you laugh, hiding your face into his neck as he sets you down. sunghoon leans forward to press his lips against yours. “congratulations, baby.”

“thank you,” you laugh. sunghoon pushes a strand of hair out of your eyes, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i’m so proud of you.” you bite back a smile, pulling him into another sweet kiss.

“i couldn’t have done it without you.”

‧₊˚✩ sunoo

gn reader (word count 125)

sunoo sighs, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzles his face into your chest. you chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “bad day?” sunoo groans, hiding his face away even more. “do you want to talk about it?” sunoo shakes his head, shifting a little.

“no, i just wanna cuddle.”

“okay,” you whisper, pulling the blankets up over him. “why don’t you pick out a movie?” sunoo nods, moving so his back is pressed against your chest. you wrap your arm around him, resting your hand on his waist.

after a few minutes, sunoo sighs, relaxing into your hold. “i love you.” he whispers.

you press a kiss to his neck, tucking his head underneath your chin. “i love you too.”

‧₊˚✩ jungwon

gn reader (word count 153)

jungwon curls further into your arms, laying his head against your chest. you tighten your grip around him, leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. you can hear jay shuffling around in the kitchen as he makes dinner. sunghoon places a cup of tea down onto the coffee table before sitting on the couch next to you.

“how is he?” sunghoon asks.

“his cough is still pretty bad but he’s been keeping some more food down.” sunghoon nods, adjusting the blanket so it wraps further around jungwon’s body.

“that’s good,” he hums. “you know, he’s not usually like this.”

you brush a hand through jungwon’s hair when he stirs a little, trying to lull him back to sleep.

“like what?”

“all… relaxed. he doesn’t really let us take care of him. i’m glad he has you.” you bite back a small smile, continuing to play with the strands of jungwon’s hair.

‧₊˚✩ niki

male reader (word count 237)

niki wraps his arms around your waist, holding you against his chest as he continues to play. you’ve been watching him for hours as he skillfully navigates between the different buttons on his controller. you wait for him to finish the round before turning back to look at him.

“niki?”

“hm?”

“can i play a round?” niki nods, leaning over your shoulder as he hands you the controller.

“you’re really gonna let him play on your rank?” jake raises an eyebrow from his spot on the couch. niki shrugs, looking back at him.

“why not?”

sunghoon scoffs from next to jake. “you don’t even let us log onto your account in case we drop your rank at all.”

“y/n’s my boyfriend. if he wants to play on my account then he can.”

“are you sure?” you ask. niki moves so his chin is on your shoulder, hands hovering over yours. “i’m fine not playing.”

niki shakes his head. “i don’t care about the rank. i love you. if you want to play a round then go ahead.”

you hope niki doesn’t notice how flustered you are as you lean over to press a quick kiss against his cheek before turning back to the screen. his hands move from yours to rest on your waist as he watches you join a round. “thank you.”

niki leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder. “anything for you.”

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lovelytsunoda · 1 month

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uptown girl // mickey "fanboy" garcia

soft kisses shared in the bar light after a game of pool

she would do anything for her nerd boy. except maybe meet his friends in a crowded bar with a pool table where she can make a fool of herself in front of all of her boyfriend's friends. it's a good thing that mickey is a good teacher.

pairing: mickey "fanboy" garcia x female! reader

author's note: he had like four lines and i was prepared to go to war for this man.

the hard deck hummed with activity as she parked her car, flicking off the manual headlights before glancing at her phone, which was pinned to it's magnetic holder on the dashboard.

it wasn't too late to text mickey and tell him something had come up, was it?

as she was thinking it, as if mickey could hear her, her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text message from her beloved.

mickey: hey sweet girl, are you almost here? everyone is so excited to meet you!

she sighed, switching the music off and cutting the engine, sitting in the dark car and waiting for the heated seat to lose its warmth. her relationship with mickey garcia was still very new.

they had only been together for a few months, having met at an eighties rock-and-glow dance night. she was standing by the stage, dressed in skinny jeans and a white t-shirt that glowed fluorescent in the blacklight, an old-timey glass sprite bottle in her hands as she sang bonnie tyler at the top of her lungs. he was the best dancer there, with a goofy personality that captivated her from the moment he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a slow dance to 'heaven in your eyes'.

deciding to rip the band-aid off, she grabbed her tote bag from the passenger seat and slipped out of the car, sea breeze cutting deep and sending a chill down her spine as she walked up the weathered steps to fightertown's navy bar.

her sweet boy was impossible to miss, his smile lighting up the whole bar as he stood next to the pool table, his short-sleeved button shirt untucked from his crisp blue jeans.

as nervous as she was, it was hard not to smile when she saw him, watching as he leaned over the table to delicately knock a striped ball into one of the pockets in the corner of the table. after the shot, he looked up, and infectious grin breaking out over his face when he saw her.

"hey, pretty girl." he beamed, passing his pool cue to a woman in a black turtleneck and jeans before he sidestepped the table and pulled his lover into an embrace. "i'm glad you came."

"hi, mickey." she smiled, kissing him softly. "i've missed you."

"are you ready to meet everyone? or do you want something to eat first? i can order you a plate of onion rings-"

she laughed softly, taking his hand in hers. she loved how attentive and sweet he was, always trying to dote on her whenever he could. when they were together, he hated letting her pay for things, even if it meant dipping into his not-enormous navy salary "mickey, it's okay. i have time to meet your friends before i order."

with a soft kiss to the side of her head, mickey looped his arm around her shoulders and they headed towards the pool table. "guys, this is y/n. my girlfriend."

she underestimated how much her heart would swell at hearing mickey say those words. hearing someone declare to the world that they had chosen her.

"y/n, this is natasha, jake, robert, bradley, hallie and javy."

"hello!" she squeaked, waving at the group. "nice to finally meet you guys, mickey has told me so much about you guys."

robert laughed, reaching out to shake her hand. "and mickey has told us even more about you. fanboy loves to talk."

she never though she'd meet someone who talked as much as she did until she met mickey. they could talk for hours, about anything and everything. when they were together, she suspected it would drive the people around them insane. except she didn't know how his friends would react, what they would think of her.

they made small talk for a little, while some of the guys and natasha all took their turns at the pool table. it was team game, although the teams seemed to be a little unbalanced in terms of skill level. mickey had pulled her into his lap, gently rubbing circles on the skin underneath her peasant top.

jake leaned over the table, his pool cue hitting the white ball, white harmlessly dusted the side of the ball he was aiming for, plunking down in the basket.

"god damn it, hangman!" javy groaned

natasha laughed, high-fiving bradley. "sucks to suck, bagman!"

mickey shifted in his chair, hands running up her sides. "our turn, pretty girl. do you want to try?"

she turned back to him, a small glint of panic in her eyes as she took his hand in hers. "i'm not very good."

bradley snorted, taking a sip of his budweiser. "we're miles ahead of hangman, you could break the table and we'd still be ahead of them."

"go on." mickey encouraged, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder blade. "i'll guide you."

she stood up, still clutching his hand in hers as she moved towards the pool table. hallie passed her a pool cue, and she stood nervously by the table until mickey came up behind her. his hands were warm through her jeans, his back against hers as he guided her into the correct position.

"you got this, sweet girl." he said quietly, kissing the side of her head gently, his hands over hers on the cue. "it's a straight shot into the basket."

mickey stepped back, his hands still on her waist as she took the shot, hitting with just enough force for the white ball to send the orange solid ball into the basket.

one fell swoop.

mickey's side of the pool table started to cheer, and her cheeks flushed pink as she turned around to wrap her arms around mickey, hiding her face from the crowd.

"great job, my darling girl." mickey laughed, kissing her softly. "are you sure you haven't played pool before."

"my grandfather had a table in his basement." she said sheepishly, leaning the cue against the table to she could slip her hands into mickey's back pockets. "but i haven't played a proper game since I was twelve. he sold the table when they sold the house."

"maybe you'll have to play more often." mickey said, leaning in to kiss her softly. "i love you."

"i love you too."

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oddballwriter · 8 months

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Made with Love

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Summary: A blurb where you cook Steven some traditional hispanic food because he's curious about how it tastes.

Warnings: No actual warnings that I actually know of. Reader is meant to be read as hispanic or be of some hispanic/latin background. Steven centric but Marc and Jake are also mentioned.

Author’s Snip: Listen I just wanted to make something kinda cute and wholesome that also involves a bit of some culture that I have from my hispanic/Mexican heritage, I also just wanted to fully embrace latino Jake because I just wanted to.

Notes: I'm not translating the dishes just look it up if you don't know what they are. Also this wasn't proof read before posting

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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One of Steven's, and the rest of the system's, favorite things after a long day of working is coming home to your cooking. You taken on the role of being the one to make dinner after you saw that the boys could barely scrape together good food for themselves thanks to their short free time and deemed their boy dinners unacceptable.

You had a knack for making their favorite foods and keeping track of their varying palates and preferences. Of course there was Steven being vegan, but the other two had their own preferences. Marc didn't really have much of any preferences but you did find that he was a big fan of the french onion soup recipe that you make.

Jake wasn't all that picky either since he hardly came out and would just eat left overs. But after a while you found that he loves himself some hispanic foods, and by god were you happy to accommodate. When he came back from missions he would usually crash on the bed and let the others wake up in the body afterwards, but you would somehow figure out that he's the one fronting and make him some traditional dishes which he couldn't help but stay just to eat it.

You made him all kinds of dishes. Tamales. Pollo y arroz con mole. Chilaquiles. Ceviche con tostadas.

You did feel a bit bad since you knew Steven didn't like meat. But Jake would beg you to make the dishes how they're usually made, which commonly involves meats, and Steven never held it against you if you did feed Jake using the traditional recipes.

Though Steven did mention that he always wondered what they tasted like. Just he's had a vegan taco but at this point everyone in the world's had a taco and the like. He wants to try the food that actually comes from and is made with their original recipes. But he knew that hispanic food often had meat in it and he didn't want you to have to go through the trouble of making a new recipe just because of him.

But when Steven set aside his bag, took off his coat, and sat down at the table he found what looked like food that was intended for Jake. It was what he learned was called ceviche and tostadas, which often contained shrimp. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

"Don't worry. It's completely vegan." you smile. "Love," he mutters, "Thank you. But you really didn't have to go through all this trouble just to make me something tha-" he continues, but you stop him again.

"It wasn't that troublesome. It's the same process. I just changed the shrimp out for something else." you explain. "But," you add, raising your finger. "That's the only thing I changed about it. Everything else is authentic to the original, like you said whenever you mentioned you wanted to try some food, so I held back no spices." you warn.

Steven smiles and nods as you go and grab some drinks before sitting in your chair. "Thank you then." he chirps. "I know that it shouldn't be that spicy. At least by Jake's standards since he douses his in hot sauce." Steven comments. You giggle, "I always tell him that if he wants something spicy then I can just make him aguachile." you remark.

As it turns out Steven held up just fine and even said that he enjoyed how much flavor the dish had to it with an added"I understand why Jake likes it so much.".

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kdvnco · 2 years

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the enha boys subconscious acts of affection

genere! : fluff

pairings! : heeseung x reader, jay x reader, jake x reader, sunghoon x reader, sunoo x reader, jungwon x reader, niki x reader

warnings! : none

thank you for your love and support! i love you all. it's amazing how many compliments i've recieved and the amount of likes and followers. you guys are amazing!!!😭😭💖

LEE HEESEUNG

Keeps on trying to make you laugh. Most of the members saying he's the funniest member besides Jay, he can make you laugh a lot, but then get jelous when you laugh at Jays jokes. He should be thankful for his younger friend that he made your beautiful smile appear, but he only wants you to show it to him like that. So he tries his hardest to be funny, going as far to tell you one of Sunghoons dad joke so you can laugh at his stupidity. Anything to hear you laugh.

[rest utc!]

PARK JONGSEONG

All of your shelves, cabinets, containers are full of gifts he had been giving you since you started dating. Your vases are also never empty, always having at least one red rose in it, reminding you of him.

He could be going down to the grocery store and he'll bring you the most random thing, saying "It reminded me of you, so i thought i should buy it.". But most of the time it's not just some dumb (but lovely) thing, it can be pretty expensive too, like a perfume you smelt at a drogstore, but put back after seeing the price. That's how you know he really does pay attention to you.

SIM JAEYUN

Waking up to kisses, sleeping after kisses, he kisses. He does kiss a l o t. Every time he sees you, he pulls in for a kiss. You talk, he focuses on your lips, then lean in.

It's every lovers thing to kiss their partner, but babes just doin' too much (😭). All you can do is smile each time, making him giggle right after also making you let out a chuckle so you both end up laughing until Jake keeps on kissing you. He can be sad, Jake kisses, he's happy, he kisses, Jake any mood, he kisses.

PARK SUNGHOON

You've noticed how he have been caressing your hand. Not just when holding your hand, but sitting beside you on the couch, and you suddenly feel your fingers moving around. You look to your hand and see Sunghoon playing with your fingers. He's not looking, he's starring at his phone, but still does his thing.

He have been doing this for quiet a time now, but you definetely don't dare to question him about it, because you worry he'll take it the wrong way and stop it. Still, it's the sweetest thing ever.

KIM SUNOO

You guys often order take-out or go to fast food restaurant, because neither of you can cook. Even if you go out of the house, you bring it back home and eat it at the dining table. When you start eating your own food, all you see is Sunoos spoon right in front of your face. It became a habit of his to feed you. He's eating, and suddenly grabs a spoonful of his and just feeds you.

Sharings snacks, fully knowing you have your own hands, and you can in fact eat by yourself, he loves to stuff your mouth full with chips. "Sunoo, we are eating the same food." "I'm aware.." and he just continue to feed you.

YANG JUNGWON

You could be doing anything, and he just sneaks up behind you and asks you if you need any help. Now, this can vary from actual problems to "Want me to brush your hair for you?". He definetely helps you with cooking, like chopping the onions up for you, and still smiles even after he cried his eyes out for you. It's just his leader instincts.

He feels so bad if he can't help with what you're doing, like if you're stressed out by studying he really can't help, but still stays there so he can be your shoulder if you want to cry.

NISHIMURA RIKI

Tries his best to always be with you. Not exactly for you ㅡ even tho you're absolutely not bothered (now why would you be?) by it ㅡ, but because he wants to be there with you. Literally can't let you do anything on your own, he will be next to all the time. You go out to buy groceries, and he is in fact there. You want to hang out with your friends, he doesn't even think before asking you if he can join. But if he's there with you, he doesn't waste time to spend money on you.

He likes to spend time with you, gives you lots of quality time. It is for sure he likes to keep himself close to you.

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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My Future in You | 1.5 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in a few chapters, angst, will be fluff eventually, will be smut so 18+, enemies to lovers kinda thing — mentions of hospitals, stitches and check ups on pregnancy after accident but no loss etc

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“I don’t even want to go.” It’s almost a whimper, you drop down to sit on the edge of your bed and rest your hand against your forming stomach. Maybe it’s wrong to expect sympathy from Ryan after everything you’ve put him through, but you’re still surprised by the anger on his face when he turns to face you.

He’s been ready for twenty minutes, you’re sitting in the fourth outfit that you’ve tried on for the night, already on the verge of tears. It’s just frustrating learning to accommodate something you’ve never had to deal with before. It’s not just the bump that’s causing issues — you’ve had bloating make you feel worse. Your boobs have gotten bigger, they’re tender now and all of a sudden, everything you wear is too hot.

It’s February and you’re considering not taking a coat.

“You want to look good because he’s going to be there, don’t you?”

There’s immediate disbelief in the way that you lift your head to look at him. He’s staring at you, brows knotted, serious.

“I want to be comfortable, Ryan,” You answer him, frowning as you lift yourself off of the bed again and stand. Maybe there’s a part of you that does want to look good tonight, but that’s got everything to do with the cheerleader that Bradley’s bringing and nothing to do with the idiot himself.

Bradley has seen you throw up until you pass out and still tried to sleep with you in the same day, you figure that you’re somewhat past putting a pretty dress on for him.

“Can you stop being so snappy?” You sigh, stepping around him and pulling open your closet once more. He watches you flinch at yet another offensive smell. That’s this week’s issue — scents. Everything from your favourite perfume to the onions your roommate was sautéing yesterday now has the power to make you gag.

His face softens. He brushes a dark curl back off of his face as you instinctively step back away from whatever the scent is — fabric softener from doing your laundry at Jake’s.

“I’m sorry. Why don’t you go have some water or something? — I’ll pick some options out for you.” He offers, resting one hand on the small of your back and the other on your stomach. It’s really popped this week. It happened on Tuesday, specifically. You’ve asked everyone, there was a definite overnight change.

It happened to be the nights that your boobs jumped a cup size that your bump also went from maybe just bloating to definite pregnancy. It’s been an adjustment. Ryan has been a little tense, and you can’t blame him, but he reminds you every single day that he’s doing his best in his little efforts like this.

You soften, pressing your lips gently to his clean-shaven jaw and whispering a quick thank you.

Things feel easy again once you’re on the way there. You feel pretty in the cream, fitted dress that Ryan chose for you, and you’re grateful for the autumnish Sherpa jacket he paired it with — because it is actually still cold outside, despite your spiked body temperature.

“You look beautiful.” Ryan tells you tenderly as the car stops in a space, he reaches across and rests his hand on your stomach. It’s accentuated by the fitting dress, but now that the secret’s out, you don’t mind.

You lean forwards and press your lips softly to his.

“This was a bad idea, we should go—“

Kenzie grabs Bradley’s forearm, curling her manicured nails into his skin just enough to let him know that she’s serious but not enough to hurt him. They’re parked in the space opposite, facing Ryan’s shitty Honda Civic, watching you kiss him.

“It was a bad idea two weeks ago when you agreed — you had time to cancel and that time has passed. Let’s go.” Kenzie releases his arms and they both begrudgingly exit the bronco. Bradley feels a little better knowing that your boyfriend has a shitty car.

You’re the first to notice the two of them as you pull back from the kiss. Bradley’s scowling at you. Ryan follows your gaze towards the father of your child, and then at the girl to his side. Admittedly, Ryan had been expecting Bradley to either cancel or be lying about having a girlfriend — he hadn’t ever really been expecting this date to happen.

It’s as awkward as he would have expected it to be. Bradley’s girlfriend tries to break the ice a few times. First, as you’re waiting to be seated. Second, as you’re looking over menus. Third, when you’re sipping on alcohol free drinks.

Bradley glares at you across the table. Maybe he has made things difficult between you and Ryan in the past, but at least he has tried. It’s clear that you have no intention of keeping up conversation with Kenzie whatsoever. Her bubbly personality can only keep things together for so long.

For the third time in ten minutes, Ryan catches Bradley’s gaze slip downwards. The dress isn’t particularly low cut, but you’ve got some cleavage in it — especially with the recent growth.

“Hey.”

Bradley lifts his gaze from the golden R necklace dangling between your collarbones and looks at your boyfriend, frowning slightly.

“Do you mind?” Ryan frowns. You look between him and Bradley, lost. Bradley appears equally lost for a moment, you watch him mentally retrace his steps and figure out what he’s in trouble for now.

His eyes fall back on the necklace.

“Oh — no,” He shakes his head quickly. He’s not staring at your chest. He noticed the difference before you even got out of the car, but he’s not an animal. “I was looking at the necklace. It’s cute.”

You glance down, then give your boyfriend a reassuring smile. Ryan doesn’t seem convinced.

“Wonder if he got it from Claire’s.” Bradley mutters under his breath. Kenzie has been doing her best not to encourage his dislike for your new boyfriend, but she snickers softly at the comment.

Looking up, she catches you staring at her. It’s clear that you don’t like her, and she can’t say that she blames you. She imagines Bradley probably hasn’t explained their situation, or if he has, he hasn’t done it very well.

Still, she offers you a sweet smile and plans to explain once the two of you get a moment alone.

Jake gets a phone call from Kenzie at 9pm, whilst he’s hitting second base with a girl from his economics class — he’s mad when he first picks up the phone, and he’s even more furious when he sets it down.

After first apologizing profusely, Jake finds himself driving to the emergency room half-way across town because his baby sister needs him.

You eyes widen, face softening. Ryan feels you relax, relieved at the moment you spot your big brother.

“What the fuck happened?” Jake breathes out, rushing forwards at the sight of you in the hospital bed. He lifts your chin and examines you for any damage.

Frowning, you swipe his hands away from your face and instead pull him in for a hug. Once he is released, Jake turns his head expectantly towards Ryan. Kenzie’s sitting in the waiting room, filling out forms and Bradley’s not answering his phone.

“She — it was all a misunderstanding, and-“

“I fell, and I haven’t felt the baby move since. They just want to do some tests.” You tell Jake softly. There’s an incompatibility in your answers, and you can see the way that Jake readies to round on your boyfriend.

You squeeze his hand softly. He meets your gaze. Not here, not now. You don’t need another fight, you just need your big brother.

The technician swings open the door.

“Hi, Miss Seresin — I’m Todd, just here to do a scan for you.” He announces, walking over to the machine at the side of the bed. “You can go ahead and lift your dress for me.”

You’re grateful that you decided to wear boy-shorts under it.

“She’s right, she did kinda fall.” Ryan whispers to Jake.

“You can tell me what happened after all this.” Jake’s tone is deadly calm, serious. Ryan sits back in his seat and swallows, nodding softly.

“Alright, I’m sorry — which one of you is the father?” The technician interrupts, resting his arm impatiently against an expensive looking machine as he looks impatiently around the room.

“He’s getting stitches.” Ryan declares from behind the cold compress.

“Should we wait?” It’s the wrong thing to say, you can feel Ryan’s gaze burning daggers into your side the second that it leaves your mouth. As furious as you are, this could be serious — you don’t want Bradley to have to hear it from someone else.

“This isn’t a routine scan, Miss Seresin,” The technician reminds you snidely. He’s just doing his job but you still can’t help but feel scolded. “We don’t have time.”

Jake stands up. He can see the worry on your face and he isn’t going to let Bradley make this any harder on you than it already is.

“I’ll grab him, you go ahead.” Jake reassures you. Your face softens slightly, giving him a grateful nod.

You regret the dress now, as it’s bunched up around your middle and the air conditioning in the room feels borderline freezing. You flinch as the jelly is spread onto your stomach, Ryan’s fingers curl around your hand gently. It’s supposed to be a comforting gesture, but you pull away from his touch sharply.

It’s hard not to pass blame.

His stupid game of ‘who’s dick is bigger with Bradley’ put you in the hospital and he still hasn’t apologised. You rest your head back and close your eyes, silently apologising to the little one in your tummy for the chaos around them already.

“Alright, so you said you haven’t felt movement since the restaurant?” The technician asks calmly, his eyes focused on the screen. His shoulder blocks your view, you’re half tempted to tell him to move. Instead, you answer him politely ‘no’. “Okay, and were you feeling movement regularly before?”

The door swings open and Jake shoves Bradley inside.

Bradley’s hand is bandaged now, but other than that he looks fine. He steps around Ryan swiftly as Jake slips back into the other seat in the room. You’re glad you chose to wear shorts under your dress today. Bradley plants himself on the edge of the hospital bed and slides his hand into yours.

Ryan watches your fingers curl around Bradley’s, moments after you flinched away from his touch.

“Um, it felt kinda fluttery. Not kicking or anything, but yeah, I feel stuff sometimes.” You explain. Bradley’s gaze turns towards you, eyes soft, brows knitted together in a mixture of concern and curiosity. He hasn’t ever asked you about this.

He wishes he had.

“Heartbeat’s good and strong.” The technician declares as the growingly familiar sound of that sped up little beat fills the room. Jake sits forwards slightly, his eyes meeting Bradley’s. This is his first time hearing it. Jake’s gaze turns towards you, softening, he gives you a small smile.

“He’s just fine. Little guy’s growing perfectly, but you did the right thing by coming in.” It isn’t until the technician turns back towards you that he realizes he may have misspoken. Four equally surprised faces stare back at him.

Jake’s the first one to speak up, “He? — It’s a boy?”

The technician does a double take and looks back at the image, “Well - um… you haven’t had your anatomy scan yet?”

You remain silent, finding yourself unsure as to whether this is by choice or a symptom of shock.

“It’s not for a couple more days.” Jake answers for you. You’re reeling, waiting for the technician to tell you that he made a mistake and that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

Bradley stopped listening after the first ‘he’. He heard it loud and clear, and he hasn’t heard anything but his own heartbeat in his ears since. Blinking, he turns his head to look at you. You’re already staring at him.

“Oh my - I’m so sorry, I thought you already knew.” The technician begins to apologise profusely, but neither you nor Bradley are paying attention to him.

Bradley’s brows knit together slightly, his entire face hardening with concern, he squeezes his fingers softly around yours in the hopes that it’ll get you to stop looking at him like that. You study his features.

Physically, there’s never been a flaw that you were concerned about your child inheriting from him. Those pretty puppy-dog eyes that you already knew your child was going to use to sucker you into letting them stay up late. Curly hair that lands somewhere between auburn and caramel. Rounded cheekbones that give him away even when there’s the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips.

The baby was always going to be fifty-percent Bradley, and it hadn’t bothered you in a while now. Not since what had happened over Christmas. Staring at him now, your heart sinks.

He watches as your gaze falls to rest on his bandaged hand. The tears that have been brimming in your eyes for a good few seconds already finally spill out onto your cheeks. He has misread the situation before, but Bradley knows that there’s not a chance in hell that these are tears of joy.

“Hey, it’s okay—“ Jake sits at your other side and wraps his arm around your shoulder. He rests his cheek on top of yours, his eyes landing on Bradley’s. It’s hard to pretend he isn’t excited at the prospect of having a nephew. Bradley doesn’t match his excitement, instead, he stares at the teams spilling onto your cheeks.

“What is it?” Bradley knows you well enough by now to know that you aren’t just disappointed that you aren’t having a girl, that there’s more to this.

You swallow through the burning sensation in your throat long enough to say what he needs to hear, and wipe away your tears long enough to look him in the eye as you say it.

“I don’t want him to be like you.”

Even Jake almost flinches. Ryan’s eyes widen slightly as he looks between you and Bradley. He’s still sitting off to the side, knowing that it isn’t his place to get in the middle of this. His lips quirk just slightly at the lack of emotion on Bradley’s face.

Bradley pulls his hand away from yours. He has tolerated a lot of painful information in his life. That wasn’t the first, and it likely won’t be the last.

Part of you thinks that maybe he doesn’t react because he doesn’t care. Jake knows better than that. As you turn your head and cry into Jake’s shoulder, Jake stares at Bradley and knows how much that hurt to hear.

Jake knows more of what Bradley has been through than you do, and even he doesn’t know everything. The usual pink flush to Bradley’s cheeks is gone now, his eyes dark as he watches the way you grieve.

“Bradshaw, wait-“

You don’t lift your head to look, but feel the bed shift as Bradley stands.

“I’ll - I should take Kenzie home.” He mutters tiredly, turning on his heel. The door swings shut behind him. You whimper softly as you try to stop the tears. It’s a useless effort, they just keep coming regardless.

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rmoonstoner · 10 months

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, possibility of people dying, mentions of depression, sexual themes, smut, whump, love triangle, love competition, warnings will change as the story develops.

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Summary:

You get bad news on your anniversary. Jake is moving away, and he ends the relationship. He does it to keep you safe, or so he says, but you know there's another woman. You don't know who it is. He had come home on too many occasions smelling like hard liquor, jasmine, and cinnamon, a scent you didn't wear. You would find hair on his dirty clothes in the wash bin that wasn't yours or his. Every time you confronted him, he said it was for his undercover job for some powerful guy, and he always had women in his cabs after the bars let out on nights he used his cab for stakeouts. Like was he supposed to refuse rides to paying customers? His excuse was his proximity to others, and he assured you he never strayed.

You didn't believe him.

That still didn't explain the suggestive stains in underwear he never wore around you, which you washed for him. It didn't explain why he would fuck off for days or weeks at a time, and he never would tell you where he went, or what he was doing. He never sent you texts, emails, or letters. He never checked in, and just showed up unannounced, fully expecting to be let back into your life without question.

And you let him, every Goddamn time, because, when he was actually around, he treated you so well. Like a Goddess. He lavished you with expensive gifts and took care of your basic necessities. He had paid for the house you lived in, and the car you drove. You let him, because you loved him.

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Chapter 1 - Empanada Gallega - Galicia, Spain

This pastry is flour based, and traditionally it is filled with tuna or chorizo, but you can use other meats or seafood depending on your location. Onions, salt, and pepper are a must. Modern day versions favor adding tomatoes. It is square-shaped or rounded with doughy decorations on the top.

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Today was your technical three year anniversary. Technically speaking, it was three years since Jake had asked you out. You had a rocky history together, with a bunch of breakups and getting back together.

Your boyfriend, Jake Lockley, had been squirrely recently. You knew what was coming, but you didn't think he'd pick today, of all days, to pull this kind of stunt.

He decided, yet again, probably for the tenth time since you started dating three years ago, that now was a great time to break off the relationship.

Why?

He claimed he was going out on a mission, on which he would be gone for at least six months, maybe a year. He refused to tell you exactly where, but he narrowed it down to England when he handed you a P.O. Box address at a post office in London.

What the fuck was this?

Was this his idea of a gift?

A fucking address scrawled on a sticky note?

You barely said a word to him as he kept explaining how this new mission would be too dangerous to have you around. You scowled as he spoke, knowing full well it was bullshit. He'd seen the news recently. He saw how you went toe to toe with many of Spider-Man's foes. He even witnessed in person, while cabbing of course, a few of your assists for the Avengers.

He knew he was spouting nonsense, but kept it up, mostly because you didn't say anything back. You had checked out and he didn't even see it as he wove his own web of lies of omission and half truths. You had decided that you had grown tired of his excuses that he would be back, even though he was now explaining the break up procedure to you, again.

You could go on dates and see people. If it ended up being a spicy night, you could pursue your interests and have sex and be guilt free. He was saying it like he was doing you a favor, or extending you some weird courtesy of freedom.

But even though he offered this every time, you never did.

You naturally assumed that the rule was always made for his benefit. He could go dick down someone, guilt free, and then you couldn't say anything, because he already laid out the rules and you didn't argue with him.

You knew, deep down, that you weren't the only person that felt those rough hands roaming and groping your body…

His thirsty lips kissing you anywhere and everywhere, taking and plundering whatever he desired as he played you like a fiddle.

And that well-endowed package of his that seemed to always make every nerve inside of you light on fire and make you soak the sheets like a puddle of quivering jelly when he was finished with you.

You shook your head to clear it of the heated thoughts. The signs were all there and they were all the small details that told you there was another woman he never spoke of.

Every time he came home, he was drunk or high as fuck on something, and he was sloppy about the evidence you found.

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You once heard him come home at four in the morning and found him in the kitchen in a pair of boxers you don't ever remember seeing before. He was wasted, and he had white dust on his upper lip as he mucked around in the kitchen causing a mess. A mess you'd end up cleaning in the morning.

You watched him stumble about and make himself a plate of breakfast. He made bacon, sausages, eggs, and toast, then doused the entire thing in a bottle's worth of hot sauce. He left a mess on the stove, the pans in a horrible state, and the sink full of dishes and trash, like eggshells, packaging and bread ties. He didn't even offer you anything, and then when done, the man had the audacity to do rails of ketamine right off of the counter.

That was a shitty night for you. When Jake had eventually gone and stolen your bed, sprawled out like a starfish, and passed out, you went to work on cleaning up his mess.

You took the shells and meat packaging out of the sink and threw them away into the proper bins. You gathered the dishes, set them to soak in the sink, and then wiped the counters, the stove, and the fridge down. He somehow had got egg on the fridge handle, and you huffed while picking up shells from the floor. You swept and mopped the floors, then came back to do the dishes and clean the sink.

Just that alone took an hour. When it was done, you went and picked his stuff up off that he had just strewn about when he came in. His shoes looked brand new, as did his bags, except for one. One was purple, and it had a tag with a woman's name and address, her phone number, and an email address. You took the tag and put it away, then moved his shit to the closet.

One by one, you hung his dress shirts, and only two had blood stains on them. You set those aside to clean, along with a few t-shirts that stunk of cigars, liquor, and sweat. One in particular, a khaki short sleeve button up, had lipstick stains on the collar, and red blood stains on the back in the shape of long scratches. It even smelled heavily of a perfume you didn't wear, and it was a scent he always came back smelling like. Jasmine and cinnamon. They used to be your favorite smells, but now, you despised them entirely, knowing exactly why those scents were there in the first place.

You put that shirt away, keeping it as evidence, and switched it out for one of the same ones that Jake had left behind the last time he showed up. He never noticed. He never did, because he was just that comfortable with you. You went through his clothes, finding condoms in a pair of jeans. A pack of five, and three were missing, but there was one empty wrapper in there, signalling to you what he was doing. He wasn't just handing them out to people.

You found a wallet, which shouldn't have been a big deal, except for it was.

It really was.

Jake's wallet was a thick leather folding wallet and this was a thin card holder that folded. It was canvas, and held a few fake ID cards with the name of Marc Spector, but held Jake's face without his facial hair, his hat, or a smile. It was the first time you'd seen this wallet. It was going to be hard for him to explain that.

Jake also had a backpack and a laptop bag, which you decided to investigate as well. You found sweatpants, baggy shirts, and printed vacation print button ups. You had only ever seen Jake in the sweatpants. That was odd. These clothes were clean, unlike the rest you had found. You folded them up and put them back, only to find yet another wallet inside. It was leather like Jake's, but it had a faded gold Ankh on it and it wasn't as thick. Of course, the identification inside held yet another alias. It said Steven Grant, and that he was a professor of Egyptology.

Well, that explained the tattoos Jake had. Most of them were Egyptian, and the most intricate was the one on his left forearm. It was a series of hieroglyphics inside a white crescent moon with gold lettering. He had told you that he thought it looked neat and never explained it further. It also explained why he had all those books on the shelves, yet never spoke of it or his obvious love of Egypt.

So he had secret lives with secret identities and he didn't think to tell you about it.

You never said a word. You kept your mouth shut and hid your evidence. The shirts, the tag, pictures of it all, and pictures of his IDs.

***

You sighed as the memory passed and Jake was still talking. He was telling you that your car was freshly serviced and had a full tank of gas.

After a few times of him doing this breakup routine, you just waited for his return and picked up where you left off.

Again and again…

But this time around felt different. You felt detached and bored, not to mention numb inside. You needed something new, because you were trapped in a vicious cycle of being loved fully and truly, to suddenly have it wrenched out of your grasp, dangled in front of you, then given back.

You wanted to be happy, but all the time. You didn't want to be waiting on constant alert for Jake to up and leave again. You could never gauge how long he would be gone for, but you found that if you didn’t draw attention to it, he wouldn't go through all the trouble of breaking up with you. He would just leave and come back.

This time though, he was giving you an olive branch, a way to reach him. It was still a shitty anniversary gift in your eyes, when maybe if he had just asked you to come with him, you would have gone. He knew you could protect yourself, and he knew you wanted to travel the world.

Yet he was leaving you behind. Again.

You stared at the scribbled writing in red pen with the address. His words were a dull buzz as you barely paid attention to another excuse about his long haul undercover job, this time to take down an Egyptian cult. You didn't believe him, because he always came home without a scratch on him after he would tell you small details on what he did, which wasn't much to be honest. You did, however, believe he would go pick fights with people, because his clothes always had blood on them.

Lots of guns apparently, and lots of him getting stabbed or shot, beaten up and crashed into, yet he had no proof of such things ever happening, aside from the holes in his clothes that he could have easily put there himself, nor would he tell you how or why his wounds weren't there.

You just assumed he was a Mutant, or maybe one of those other super hero types. You knew he wasn't one of your kind, which was one of the Spider-Folk, and he knew about it. He knew, but never talked about it to your face. Because of this, you never talked about your assumptions, and just dropped any argument the moment it started.

To be fair, you did deserve to know what exactly he did. He had seen you in the news, passed you on the street in his cab while you were in uniform, or when he stood outside of it having a cigarette and just happened to be looking up at the sky at the time. You'd always wave at him, and he'd wave back. That was kind of how you two met…

***

It was a rainy night and you had been chasing a few thugs for a few blocks, when a cab suddenly came out of nowhere, effectively blocking off their escape route. It forced them to funnel themselves into an alley that was a dead end, and you caught them off guard. Of course there was a fist fight, because no self respecting criminal that runs away from you for over fifteen minutes ever just gives up without a fight!

You ended up beating the crap out of one of the guys, but the other two quickly interfered and got the upper hand. You got stabbed three times and slammed against a wall, beforeJake had stepped out of the cab and went full balls to the wall feral on them. You watched him beat a man's face into the curb, blood splattering everywhere. He hadn’t stopped until you pleaded with him not to kill the man.

And that's kinda when you became infatuated with him. He listened to you, did what you asked, and he happily called the authorities. The way he casually leaned against the wall smoking while on his phone, covered in blood, made your lower regions into a damp mess. He casually helped the cops with the criminals and then left.

You ended up seeing him a lot more. Almost every night. And every night, he'd have a bad guy, freshly beaten up for you to take into the police. Eventually he managed to worm his way into your pants while you were on duty, and you ended up getting the fuck of your life in the back of his cab.

From there, he eventually figured out who you were and just showed up and asked you out one day when you were having a coffee with Gwen. He never mentioned your night life, or the fact he managed to bag a Spider. He just simply put on the charm, impressed Gwen enough to get her to gush about him and stay for you, and then that was that.

Then you ended up moving in together in his house. He treated you like a queen, never missing an opportunity to dote on you. Plus, the sex was frequent and fucking amazing. It was refreshing to have that in him, because you could literally crush someone with your strength, yet he was always fine with it.

But that was a long time ago.

***

Now was the present, and the present wasn't making you feel good at all.

Jake was packing his trunk with his meager possessions as he smoked. You watched him, sighing gently as the rain started up. He made quick work of his belongings and slammed the trunk down, before trotting towards you with a sad smile and open arms. You allowed him the embrace, knowing how affectionate he was normally, but you barely hugged him back. He didn't seem to notice as he kissed you on both cheeks and then your lips.

With a wink and quick shove of a wad of cash into your hands, he turned around and left. You watched him drive away, then looked down at the money. He always did that, leaving you with something to help get you by. Usually you used it to pay the mortgage, but you were ahead by six months, something else that had tipped you off to Jake leaving before he told you. You had gone to the bank last week, and they told you it was paid up in advance.

This time you pocketed it and promptly turned around to change into your uniform. It was soothing to think about something else and not the man that just left you again on the day of your third anniversary…

You thought about the costume you were putting on. It was very similar to Gwen's, but in your own coloring. She had helped you make it. You had gone with sort of a space theme, like nebulae and galaxies for the print. The point was to look dark and kind of sparkly. You were a stealthy, yet flashy looking Spider, mostly for distractions and long range combat.

You had higher speed and greater dexterity stats than the other Spiders, but you were a bit weaker than them. They all could lift more, hit harder, and were more experienced, but you could outrun, out jump, and were outright more nimble in every way.

Your reflexes were sharp enough that you could shoot a lid off a drink container, without making it fall over. You could even hit any target at great distances, which impressed Hawkeye of all people. He was impressed enough that he gave you a few private lessons, and even let you use his bow. He reminded you of your brother a lot.

That little kindness Clint had provided made you preen for weeks. At that time, Jake was jealous of the fact another man had made you happy with a simple and platonic compliment and basic archery lessons. Jealous enough to drop out of existence for three weeks, the exact amount of time you had been happy because of the comment. Real fucking mature, Lockley.

You also had the benefits of being able to produce your own webbing naturally, but yours was ten times stronger than that of the original Spider-Man. There was a small problem though. Your webbing took far too long to dry out, so you couldn't exactly use it to make makeshift bags, slings, tarps, safety nets, or instant temporary clothing. That was the price of being able to shoot long distances and still have the webbing stick when it finally got to your target. On the other hand, that made your webbing stronger, because it was basically perpetually moist enough to keep its strength, and not crack under pressure.

The only other thing you could do differently than the others, was that you could control and project lights and use them to stand on, which mostly came in handy at night. It confused the bad guys a lot, which was good, because that meant you were doing your job as a good distraction. Nothing confused a super villain more than a spider using the beam of light from a lamp post or a flashlight to literally stand on air. It was even more confusing to them when you could essentially blind them with just a thought, and be gone a moment later.

But that also had a price. You had a high metabolism, and you were always ravenous after using your powers. That's why you kept a bag with you at all times. It had snacks and drinks inside.

Right now you were going to go meet up with Gwen and the boys for a team patrol to take your mind off of Jake. With a quick text and a thorough lock up of the house, you left with a hoodie, a pair of runners, and your bag.

***

It didn't take long to swing to the meeting point, which was the Sanctum's roof. Peter claimed it was a safe space where everyone would be less likely to be ambushed, due to the fact he personally knew the owner. All that you knew about the man was that he was some grumpy doctor of magic or something and he was an Avenger.

Oh, that, and the man was the last father figure in Peter's life.

You never actually met the man. Sure, you had worked some of the Avengers through Peter, but never this doctor. Maybe it was a good thing. He was an Alpha Level protector of the cosmos and multiverse with powers beyond your comprehension. That, and he was constantly busy. It made it hard for even Peter to gain an audience with him.

Peter was sitting on the roof with Gwen and Miles, all with their masks off and sitting to the side. You landed and rolled towards them, ending up in a sitting position beside Gwen and Miles.

"Heya! Glad you could make it tonight!" Miles giggled and gave you a high five.

"There's our little Galaxy Spider." Gwen chirped happily as she tugged you into an embrace.

"Hey guys." You said weakly while trying not to look so down.

Unfortunately they all noticed, and they all immediately knew why.

"Did that asshole dump you again for one of his stupid trips?" Gwen asked. You nodded with a deep sigh.

"Thought so. Fuck him. He doesn't deserve such a catch as you, anyways." Gwen sounded sassy.

"That guy is nothing but trouble. Yesterday, I saw him threaten a mobster down in Hell's Kitchen, and he didn't bat an eye when he had a gun shoved in his face." Miles offered up.

"Yeah, that's Jake alright." You replied flatly as you brought out a few cans of pop and handed them over. Everyone thanked you and cracked them open.

"So how long do ya think he'll be gone this time?" Peter asked as he fiddled with the tab on the can.

"He said at least six months, a year tops." You said, and everyone made a horrible face of disgust.

"Oh that's so cold. You should just drop him completely. Move out of that old house and go somewhere else." Gwen suggested as she pointed in the direction of said house.

"Yeah, well… This time feels different. I don't care as much. I think I might move on." You shrugged and chugged the rest of your soda down.

"That's good! It will be easier to detach yourself from that gong show." Gwen said as she handed you a protein bar. She was already shoving half of hers down her throat. You giggled and felt a tap to your shoulder and turned to look at Miles.

"I think Gwen is right. Sure, everytime he comes back, you're happy, but the second he leaves, you're a mess. Your crime fighting suffers, too. You almost got yourself killed by Rhino. That guy hates your guts." Miles moved his hands about to express his worry and dismay.

You sighed and hung your head. He was right and you knew it.

"You deserve someone who loves you enough to tell you all their dark secrets. We all know the guy is volatile and flaky. He's definitely hiding something big from you. You don't deserve that kind of treatment. You deserve open communication." Peter piped up as he stood and walked over to you.

"Yeah, you're all right. I need to let go of him. He's just going to keep doing this over and over to me. I have enough shit to worry about with my night job." You sighed and rubbed your face.

"We can help you move, too! We know it's his house you're in." Gwen offered and you smiled.

"Thank you. I just might take you up on that offer." You nodded and went about eating your bar and talking with them for a bit, before the patrol began. The night went on smoothly, with nothing more than a purse thief and a grocery store robber that tried to use a bubble wand as a hidden gun.

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Series Master List

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Notes:

Jake leaves a bunch, because Marc is with Layla. Every time Jake breaks up with the reader, Marc has gotten back with Layla. These breakups and returns always happened in America, up until the last one, where the boys fuck off to London to run away from all their problems.

Yes, I found out after giving the reader a galaxy print costume that looks like Gwen's, that Fortnite has a galaxy print for Gwen. I don't play this game. I found it while trying to see if there is a species of galaxy- themed spider. But there is a galaxy named the Spider Galaxy, so…

In this fiction, Stephen knows Peter is Spider-Man.

Actual quote from one of my editors: (@howaboutcastiel )

Them: I'm sorry. I told you I was going to rip into you.

Me: That's okay. I needed it.

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