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[snowbairdd]

Who could ever leave me, darling

[holygraund]

✨✨✨

[bestday]

we were something, don't you think so? rosé flowing with your chosen family

[persephhne-deactivated20230906]

" remember when I pulled up and said, get in the car and then canceled my plans just in case you'd call? "

[maverist]

Marriage Pact — Bradley Bradshaw

summary — you and bradley figure eloping is the best way to celebrate your 35th birthday!

warning/tags — no use of y/n, gender neutral, mentions of goose and carole, eloping

note — don’t know where this plot came from but I love it sm. it just feels like something Bradley would do for some reason idk why. I hope you all love it and feel free to let me know if you’d like a sequel or more on any of my drabbles xx

word count — 0.3k words

The couple’s rings shimmered in the artificial day-glow of the Hard Deck. Phoenix and Bob were the first to notice, naturally, and then Hangman Fanboy, whose loud scream alerted the rest of the squad. You and Bradley had gotten married… without them.

Bradley’s hand nervously shifted to scratch the back of his neck while you both stood fidgeting under the group’s gaze.

Hangman had graciously called Maverick over from where he’d been perched in his usual seat at the bar talking to Penny. That caused you both to shrink even further, especially when he looked at the rings and back up at the both of you in recognition. “Good luck explaining this to them.” He commented parting from the hugs with one last affectionate pat on Bradley’s back before making his way back to his seat to no doubt tell Penny the good news.

Sure it might not have gone the way he or Bradley’s parents betted thought it would, but they were all happy for you regardless, smiling down on both of you from their place in the sky.

They knew you both had feelings for each other but never could’ve guessed that neither of you had confessed yet.

“When we were kids, we said that we’d marry each other if we weren’t with anyone by 35.” Bradley downed the rest of his beer before continuing, “And well this one turned 35 last night so we figured it would be the best way to celebrate.”

“Where’d you guys get the rings from?” The uproar after Bradley’s brief explanation quietened down considerably until it was almost silent following Fanboy’s question. Payback smacked him on the back of the head before you answered, “They were Bradley’s parents’ rings.” There was a solemn silence while you and Bradley shared a sad smile, reaching for each other’s hands almost instinctively.

“And don’t worry, Bradley can’t take all the credit, it was my idea to elope.” Jake definitely screamed then.

[say-al0e]

Just Friends

Rating: M | This is smut, minors, DNI! No one under 18!

Summary: Everyone seems to think you’re Jake Seresin’s girl. It’s easier than explaining to them that you’re just friends with benefits. But that arrangement doesn’t seem to be working for either of you anymore. | Ft. “No, you idiot. I’m in love with you.” + “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” requested by anonymous and “You matter to me, you asshole.” + “I think you were put on this earth for the sole purpose of being a pain my ass.” requested by @dreamlandcreations

Warnings: Miscommunication, idiots FWB to lovers, fear of unrequited feelings, jealous!Jake, therapist Bradley, unprotected PinV. (I think that’s it but let me know and I’ll tag anything else)

Pairing: Hangman x fem!Reader

Word Count: 9.3k (….sorry)

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The Hard Deck was, as it always seemed to be on Friday nights, packed to the rafters. A sea of khaki greeted you the moment you stepped inside with Jake following close behind but, for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t dressed to match. Instead, he’d opted for a pair of jeans, a button-down you’d stolen on more than one occasion, and boots that had seen better days - though he had to be talked out of the cowboy hat, less to protect him from ridicule and more to protect your sanity. However, he still managed to blend into the crowd as you weaved your way through to the bar.

Jake remained close, as he always did, and kept a hand on the small of your back as he nodded his greeting to the handful of familiar faces he came across. The heat from his body bled through the thin material of his shirt - he always seemed to run hotter than the average, warm to the touch on even the coldest of days - and you could feel it warming your skin as he took a half-step closer to allow someone to pass.

Only one stool remained at the bar, the others occupied with the beginning of the night’s rush, and Jake pulled it out for you with a wink and a grin when you squeezed his bicep in thanks.

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[demxters]

—𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

frat!jake seresin x f!reader

dagger squad college!au

summary: the lines between acquaintances and friends begins to blur between jake and ace, making ace's feelings for the boy much more complicated

wc: 1.9k

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace), pre!relationship jake x ace, swearing, mention of name calling by peers

part of the loving you universe || find it on ao3 here

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

“No.” 

The second you got the book off the shelf, a small puff of dust cleared to reveal the last person you wanted to see on the opposite side of it. Bright green eyes, sparkling with mischief met yours, causing you to roll your eyes in exasperation. 

“No,” you say again, this time with more conviction than the last. 

The boy on the other side, still slightly crouched down to meet your gaze, rests his arm on the shelf above. “Oh, come on Ace, don’t be like that.” His southern drawl infuriates you, fueling the already existing annoyance you hold for him. He flashes you a grin you liked to call Jaws. With the way he displays his teeth in an attempt to prey on innocent girls made the name feel fitting. Everytime he used that look, the girls would all come running. 

But no, not you. You weren’t falling for this one. You give him the finger with an unimpressed stare. “Get lost, Seresin.” You turn on your heel, leaving him gaping like a fish out of water in the aisle beside you. 

Persistent as always, Jake Seresin follows the sound of your footsteps meeting you at the junction where both bookshelves end. Just as you turn right he makes a sharp turn left, making you yelp and almost lose your footing. He catches you with gentle hands on your waist, giving you a soft squeeze that makes your heart skip a beat. No, nope, you were not entertaining this, you mentally scold yourself. Your narrowed gaze and furrowed brows have Jake reluctantly letting go of you. He holds his hands up in surrender before turning his shoulder and letting you walk past him. 

He continues to trail you, however, looking like a lost puppy with his wide eyes and pouty lips. “We could always share that copy.” He gestures to the book in your hand. 

“Over my dead body,” you snark back. 

Jake shakes his head in amusement. “But you took the last one.” 

“Ever heard of Amazon, Hangman?” The unofficial nickname of his slips from your lips with a smirk. Now you were just intentionally trying to get on his nerves. 

He huffs behind you, rolling his eyes. “No one calls me that, you know.” 

Looking over your shoulder in satisfaction, you send him a lopsided smile. “Oh really? Because Reuben told me otherwise.” 

His brows furrowed and a flash of heat flooded his cheeks. “Since when do you talk to Reuben?” 

You shrug. “Why, you jealous?” 

Jake scoffs, stuffing his hands into his pockets in defeat. Of course he was jealous. He wasn’t gonna tell you that, though. “No, I just didn’t know you two were close like that.” 

“We’re friends, Seresin, of course we talk.” 

Even as you make your way to the checkout counter, Jake still continues to stay on your heels. You try to ignore the way he stands directly behind you with his chest nearly leaning against your back. His familiar scent surrounds you and so does the warmth radiating off his body. Your stomach feels like it just took a deep dive from the peak of a roller coaster and you swallow harshly, trying to deplete the feeling. 

With your back turned to him, you don’t see the way he shifts nervously on the balls of his feet. “And what about us? Are we…friends?” He dips his toes trepidatiously into the pool. 

A dry laugh leaves you. Turning to face him, you pose with a faux look of deep thought. “I guess it depends on the day.” 

He throws his arms up in offense, watching you giggle and grab your book as you walk away. Still, he continues to follow you to an empty table all the way at the back of the library. Jake’s eyes never leave your figure as you weave your way through the various desks and students around you. You tend to have that effect on him, putting Jake in a trance the second he knows you’re near. He forgets exactly where and when he is, the only thing to exist being you. 

It has been four months since you had been grouped with him and Bradley for that project in Professor Mitchell’s English class. Four months since Jake Seresin became part of your life. To think that the two of you have been going to the same college for almost three years now and not once has he ever spoken to you. Then Professor Mitchell happened, and Jake thanked his lucky stars that he did. Professor Mitchell was the reason he met the person he swore he was going to become best friends with one day. Though he hasn’t quite reached that status yet, he liked to think he was getting closer and closer each day. 

Since day one, something about you has captivated him. It wasn’t like he didn’t know who you were, he remembers you as the girl in his Freshman History class who embarrassed your professor by catching the inaccurate information being taught. You were constantly on his radar, meanwhile earning a reputation for yourself amongst your fellow peers: bitch, stuck up, priss, were a few of the terms used to describe you. Jake never thought of you that way, but he never stood up for you when others threw those insults in your face either.

Then the group project happened, becoming his right of passage to redeem himself and satisfy the curiosity he held for you. 

He sits beside you at the old wooden table, cringing as the sound of the chair scraping the hardwood floor echoes through the soft chatter of the library. A few students turn his way with irritated stares and he mouths a lousy Sorry, before sinking in his chair. Jake catches the small smile that pulls at the corners of your lips and one of his own spreads across his features. He took the way you settled in beside him as a good sign. 

“So…” he drums his fingertips against the table top. 

You’re flipping through Jane Eyre while trying not to be too distracted by the blond beside you. You could feel his eyes on you and smell the laundry detergent of his clothes and a faint whiff of cinnamon that was stamped onto his skin. Jake’s ability to sway your concentration without even trying bothered you just as much as his presence did. 

The incessant taps of his fingers on the wood makes you snap towards the boy. You huff in annoyance upon realizing that he really wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon. “Fine,” you relent, pushing the book so it’s nestled between the two of you. “But you better not interrupt my groove, Seresin.” You point a finger scoldingly at him. 

He chuckles, giving you a mock salute. “Yes ma’am.” Taking out his own copy of Professor Mitchell’s handout and his blue ballpoint pen, Jake kindly lets you set the pace in completing the assignment. Though he will admit his attention was on everything but that. 

Jake found himself captivated by the small crease between your brows as your fingers delicately skimmed the words on the page. Your other hand taps softly against the sheet of paper. You felt so close and yet so far all at the same time. His heart was tugging in his chest like a magnet, blatantly reaching out for you. He was sitting close enough to you for him to touch. He let his leg rest right beside yours under the table, the urge to press his thigh up against yours was tempting. So was the desire to curl his hand around your own. 

He hadn’t even realized that he was leaning into you until you turned your head to look at him. The tip of your nose almost brushes his when he meets your eyes. You quirked your head to the side, questioningly. 

“What?” He croaks. 

You shake your head with a small huff of amusement. “Aloof as always, Seresin. I asked if I could flip to a different page.” 

Jake reluctantly pulls back, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, yeah go ahead.” 

You raise a brow. “You sure? Doesn’t look like you’re quite done with question one,” you gesture to his blank page. 

The tips of his ears turn an endearing shade of strawberry pink at your observation. “Well, I–” He stutters, unsure how to justify himself. 

An exaggerated sigh leaves your lips as you scoot yourself closer, your knee gently knocking into his, sends an eruption of butterflies to your stomach and his. “Here.” You drag your finger down the page. “I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my center and spring of life, wraps my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.” 

Your words are like music to his ears, the passage embedding itself in his brain and in his heart. 

His silence unnerves you, and you suddenly feel self conscious. Heat spreads to the apples of your cheeks and down your neck. Clearing your throat, you break your gaze from his, scooting further back. “That’s the, uh, the answer to number one.” You wipe your damp hands onto the fabric of your jeans. 

“Got it, thanks,” Jake replies, already missing the comfort of your touch. 

You abruptly jump to a stand, suddenly feeling ill. You blamed it on getting too close to Seresin. You don’t think you could be around him for much longer. “You know what? You can keep this copy, actually. I think I’ll just work on this some other time.” 

“Ace, are you sure? We can just–” Jake starts. 

Hastily throwing your stuff in your bag, you barely give him a second look. “It’s fine. You can use it for now. I’ll just grab Bob’s copy or something.” 

He doesn’t know what he did to make you uncomfortable, but the way you packed up your stuff in a flustered haze made his chest ache. Right when Jake thought he was getting somewhere with you, he somehow managed to blow it once again. He has already pushed his luck too far with you today, so he reluctantly complies and lets you go. 

He nods but not before asking, “I’ll, um, will you be at the bonfire next weekend?”

You weakly smile at him from over your shoulder. “We’ll see.” 

He can work with that. Jake gives you a reciprocated smile of his own with blooming hope that he will see you again soon. That previous tugging in his chest intensifies as your figure disappears. As he watches you go, your words from Jane Eyre ring in his ears: “a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my center and spring of life, wraps my existence about you.” 

Jake doesn’t understand why he was so obsessed with wanting you to like him. Maybe it was because he longed for your sweetness and gracious heart to be extended to him just like it was to everyone else. Or maybe it was just because he couldn’t stand the thought of you being the first girl to not fall for his charms. Either way, he was adamant to let this desire consume his entire existence until he could make it right. 

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a/n: ty @blue-aconite for beta reading this lil thing and for being jake and ace’s #1 fan 😤 as usual, thank you so much for reading and the inbox is always open for some jake and ace asks <;3

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[lina-lovebug]

I Will Protect You

Adam Warlock x fem! Reader

Reader is Gamora and Nebula younger sister. Seems to be a trend with Thanos' daughters to fall for goofy men.

Warnings: ptsd, torture, cursing

Adam did not know love.

He knows his mother loved him. That even though his sole purpose was to kill and work for the Sovereign, he could feel his mother's love for him.

But being in love?

He never thought about it. It was never a priority, especially as a killer who would have no business being intrigued by anything else other than what he was ordered.

"You are an idiot."

"What?"

"But I must say I admire your technique. Staring is also how I got my wife to notice me. Although I did it for hours on end until she noticed."

Drax told Adam, who was staring longingly at (Y/N), the sister to Gamora and Nebula and their resident healer. Adam watched as a pink light emitted from her palms, healing a small injury on one of the children's knees.

"She's very pretty," Adam breathed out. Yes, he had seen specimens that were 'perfect', but you were something entirely different. Your laughter was genuine and kind, and your smile held no ill intentions behind it.

"Drax, I feel sick when I am around her. Like my stomach gets all fuzzy and weird, and-and I can't think straight. Did she poison me?" Adam asked, wondering truly if you despised him secretly.

After all, your first encounter was not a good one.

Adam recalled being beneath you as you held a blade to his throat, pressing it hard enough to draw blood and the rage in your eyes was something to remember.

He now held a small scar on his neck.

"Silly golden man," Drax patted his shoulder, "you love her."

"Love? Are you sure?" He glanced back to where you were but you disappeared.

"What should I do?"

Oh if only he should have known that Drax was the worst person to ask for advice.

_

"I'm sorry."

I turned around to see Gamora. Her arms were crossed, she was guarding herself, as she looked at me with sad eyes.

"You have nothing to-"

"You had someone who was openly loving and caring, and that's not me," I swallowed a lump in my throat. Gamora changed once she realized that Nebula and I just needed a sister, not a combat partner. I saw her make that effort, and she learned my love languages and learned who I was as a person.

When she died, I felt a part of myself die with her.

And when this new Gamora, or old Gamora, had shown up, I wanted that back. But she was just as cruel and as mean as when we first fought and she beat me.

"Wow, you don't think I know that?" I retorted, avoiding eye contact as I continued to polish my knives.

"From our first fight when Thanos pit us against each other, I knew you were only looking out for the best. That you needed to be the golden girl in order to survive, but did you know what he did?" I asked, finally looking at her.

"Yeah, Nebula-"

"No, not to Nebula," I interrupted, standing up.

"When I was eight and kept losing, he didn't just lock me in my room. He had Ebony Maw do things to me. . .he started slow by making incisions in my back to see how much I could scream, and then did this," I lifted up my shirt and her eyes widened.

"He started putting viles inside of me that he found on other planet's to see how my body would react to them. That's how I got my power to heal," I explained, "but every experiment, every needle - it left behind this."

My stomach and back held my memories. It was littered in scars that would never go away and ruined me.

"I-I didn't-"

"No one knew. Not even Nebula until a few years ago," I admitted.

"I get why you fought so hard but. . .I don't think I can forgive you."

Gamora looked like she had just seen what hell was like. A light mist formed over her eyes, realizing that whenever she won, someone else had paid the price.

"I know you'll never be her," I admitted, "but you could at least try to act like we were sisters."

"You are," She grasped my hands tightly in her own, "you've always been. I'm sorry I never saw it until now."

I removed myself from her, "I know you mean it, but I'm going to need you to go."

She hesitated but nodded, "ok."

Gamora shut the door behind her and wanted to scream. All of the "What ifs" plagued her mind, wondering what would have happened if only she had noticed sooner. But before any tears could escape, she heard a shuffle and spotted the golden boy lurking.

He looked just like she did.

Shocked and furious.

"If you do anything to hurt her, I will slit your throat in your sleep," Gamora told him before walking off, leaving him stunned.

The mere thought of someone making you cry made Adam furious beyond belief, but torturing you? Seeing how loud you could scream - how much pain you could take?

He didn't know understand love but that was not it.

Adam was initially going to go to your room and try to 'woo' you, as Drax said to do. But now, all he felt was rage. He knew Thanos was dead, along with everyone who worked for him, so he didn't know where to put this anger.

"(Y/N)?"

"Adam, now is not a good ti-" as I turned around to face him, all I saw was anger. Red flashed across his face, just like the first time we fought.

"Adam? Are you okay?" I questioned.

"I-I feel angry, and I don't know what to do. I want to kill him," Adam ranted.

"Kill him? Who?"

"Thanos."

The name still left a mark on my mind and it made me want to vomit.

"He-he's dead, Adam," I said.

"I know. But he needs to pay for what he's done to you. It isn't fair. No one so kind, so generous and loving should ever experience that," He ranted, unknowingly confirming that Adam knew exactly what Thanos did to you.

"You heard. . ." This was my fear. I finally found someone who makes me smile and makes my heart race whenever we're together, and he knows.

He knows I'm fucked up. He knows I have ugly scars that'll never disappear. He knows I have a dark childhood. He knows I'm-

He shook me from my mind by placing his hands on my shoulders, "I want to protect you. From now on, no one will ever lay a hand on you again. I'll do whatever it takes, (Y/N), I promise."

"Why?"

"Drax says it's because I love you. I only knew my mother's love but I know that when I see you, I want to make you smile. I want you to be happy and always laughing and never upset."

Love? Shit, I didn't know the first thing about it. I always thought that the torture and the lectures were love because a father always wants you to do your best. But after the guardians, I felt lost. This friendship and trust, it was love, but how could I ever replicate that?

"Adam, are you. . .sure?"

He was caught off guard, "yes, I am. Do you not love me?"

"I do, but I don't know how to express that. You deserve someone who does," I told him.

"What do you do with someone you love?" He questioned.

"You hug them, you show that you're there for them no matter what, you learn what they like, you show it in physical ways. You kiss-"

"Then kiss me," His boldness made my whole body still and I felt like face become hot.

"What?"

"If you love me, then kiss me," He stated, still as blunt as ever. My heart was running a mile, and my mind was screaming at me to stop.

But I couldn't.

I lifted my face to his and kissed him. I expected it to be a small peck, but my body wanted more. I yearned for his gentle touch and placed his hands on my waist as he gently kissed back, still unsure about his movements. His lips were soft against mine, following what I did. As I pulled away for air, he pulled me back in. It made me gasp as his hands held me firmly, his lips desperate for mine. I felt breathless as he held me closer, and my hands began to venture into his hair.

"Seriously?!"

Peter's voice made me pull back, frightened that he had seen.

"Everyone but me!" He shouted as he walked away, and I was still firm against Adam's chest.

"I thought kissing was a private affair," Adam said, confused.

"Y-yeah, it is, but my door is open. Adam, you're sure you want this? With me?" I asked, still frazzled at the kiss.

"I only want you, and we can learn how to love each together, right?" He said, so innocent but so willing.

"Yes, we can," I smiled.

"I heard of this thing called cuddling and it sounds nice. Can we do that too?"

I gave him a soft kiss, "for however long you want."

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