I can't help but see the way that Jackie interacts with people he's interested in as a sort of, Spider-Man ADHD college boy type of eagerness.
Jackieboy Man x GN!Reader, TW: none
Words: 424
Your doorbell rings and you race to the door, looking through the peephole to spot Jackie looking nervous on the other side. He’s hiding something behind his back, although you can’t see what it is all that clearly. You open the door with a smile, seeing firsthand how his nervousness turns to joy as he lays his eyes on you.
“Hey! I- uh- wanted t’ know if ye were free t’is evening?”
“I can be, are you?”
Jackie freezes for a second, before realizing fully what you asked.
“Oh! Yeah, I uh- yeah! I can be ready like, uh, right now if ye’d like.”
You can’t help but melt a little internally as you watch him fiddle with the gift behind his back, almost forgetting about it as you stand in front of him.
“Oh! I got t’ese fer ye.”
He holds out a very obviously homemade bouquet of flowers, with a variety of the ones you like in the center with smaller flowers to surround. Does he know what he’s doing? Not even remotely. But he tried for you and that’s all you can ask from him. You take the flowers in your hand, smelling them as you invite him into your house.
“These are wonderful, Jackie. Thank you so much.”
“Ye! I can do it more often if ye’d like. I have one back home so I know when t’ get ye new flowers before they wilt.”
Oh no. He thought it all out. You move quickly to try and throw on something to go out in, tucking yourself under his arm as he looks at you, a bit surprised.
“What’s all t’is fer?”
“I just think the sweetest boy should know what he’s getting into, yeah?”
Jackie just stammers, continuing until you silence him with a kiss. His cheeks flush so bright you can barely see his freckles, He thinks for just a moment, before just pulling you back in and showing you how much he cares.
“Oh ye have no idea what ye’ve gotten us int’...”
Jackie has been struggling with making food runs late into the night in order to get enough money to take you out like he wants to, but you’ve started to notice how it’s been affecting his health. Not to mention that he’s been picking up food just from these places instead of shopping since he never has the time unless he sets it aside for you. And honestly, you feel guilty seeing him work himself to the bone for you, when you never asked this of him. So on one day where he’s waking up early once again to work all day and return when you’ve long since gone to bed without him, you grab his wrist.
“Jacks, not today, please. Just stay home.”
He’s a bit surprised, not expecting you to wake up with him. He immediately sits down on the edge of the bed, apologizing and holding your hand to try and coax you into going back to sleep.
“What’s goin’ on? Ye not feelin’ good? Need me t’ get some meds fer ye?”
“No, just, stay. I miss you.”
That’s all you need to say in order for him to understand, so he nods and scoots further up the bed to sit with you. His hand rests against your chest, feeling it as it rises and falls with your breathing.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize t’at-”
“Hey, you don’t need to do this. Not for me. I didn’t fall in love with you for your money, I fell in love with you for your heart. But if you keep this up, you’re gonna give yourself heart problems, and I don’t want you resenting me because you overwork yourself to provide me with what you think I deserve.”
As you say that, you can see the exhaustion settling into his face. The dark circles under his eyes, usually hidden by his mask betraying his normally energetic demeanor. He takes a moment to think about what you’re saying, before nodding.
“I just want ye t’ not need anyt’in’ in life. And if I can do t’at, provide t’at fer ye, I want t’.”
“I would rather have my boyfriend in a shitty apartment than a nice house and never get to see him. What about tomorrow, we look and find some other jobs that may pay better? We could get you a gym membership so you can still stay active, if you’re worried about that.”
Jackie seems to perk up a little bit, rolling over you onto his side of bed and sneaking up against your side, under the sheets. You wrap your arm around his shoulders, hoping the two of you can go back to sleep.
“I want to see you Jacks, healthy, happy, and rested. Stay with me today, please.”
I need more golden retriever werewolf boyfriends in media. Aggressively enthusiastic and affectionate.
Werewolf!Jackieboy Man x GN!Reader, TW: none
Words: 650
“Oh shit… where’d he go…”
You stand with your back door open, and your boyfriend missing from your living room. There’s not the usual thundering footsteps when he realizes you’re home, and you pray to the gods above that there’s mercy for your backyard squirrels.
“Jackie! Jackie, c’mere!”
You wait a moment, hearing nothing but the leaves rustling in the trees. The fence is still intact, which is a plus considering his clumsiness sometimes. Well, you didn’t really get the chance to take your shoes off, so you zip up your coat again and head off into the backyard to see if he’s even still here. The pumpkins are still on the back porch, and there aren’t any weird new holes in the yard.
“C’mere Jackie! Where’s my Jackieboy?”
Patting your thighs usually works, but still, nothing. There’s a bit of swishing nearby, and you look over to a comically large leaf pile in the yard. Two eyes and a snoot are visible from under the pile, and you sense that the swishing sound is him unable to keep his tail under control.
“Oh where could my boy have gone? My sweet boyfriend is missing!”
The dramatics make it difficult to not start giggling and reveal you know where he is, but you can’t let yourself ruin the “surprise” he’s planning for you. Like playing hide and seek with a toddler who thinks that covering their eyes means they’re hidden, you start looking in places and loudly proclaiming that he’s not there. The pile of leaves move, and you realize rather quickly that if he pounces at you, you’re gonna land flat on your ass. There is absolutely zero traction out here with all the mud and leaves.
Wait, how long has he been waiting in a pile of leaves for you to come home? He’s definitely gonna be forced to take a shower after this.
“Huh, I wonder where my boy could be… Oh! What is this? How queer, a massive pile of leaves! I suppose I’ll have to jump in it!”
If he were anyone else, you’d actually wait for them to give themselves up, but you launch yourself at him enough to know you can’t hurt him in any significant way.
“One, two, cannonball!”
Jackie bursts out of the leaves as you jump, latching onto his back as he tries to nip at you, both of you covered in leaves. His attention is quickly turned to the leaves falling, eating them out of the air as you try to hold on.
“Jackie no! Don’t eat the leaves!”
He shifts back with you still on his back, holding several leaves in his mouth before spitting them out with a sputter and a grin.
“Hi!!”
“Hi buddy, why were you hiding in a massive pile of leaves?”
You start picking leaves and twigs out of his hair as he takes you both back inside, giving his scalp some scritches.
“Well I was rakin’ t’e leaves, but I wanted t’ see if I could scare ye!”
“You forgot about your tail, didn’t you?”
“Ye…”
He sets you down and you send him off to shower, wiping off his cheek before giving him a peck and sending him off. He returns wearing a Spider-Man onesie, sitting on the floor between your legs as you watch television on the couch. Your hands find themselves in his hair, petting the floof and getting him to growl happily at chin scritches.
“There’s my good boy, happy Jackieboy.”
“Grmmm… hush.”
“Yeah? Don’t wanna be my good boy, hero?”
Jackie looks up at you, pouting.
“I never said t’at…”
“I thought so.”
You pull him up onto the couch with blankets surrounding the two of you, laying his head in your lap.
“You getting sleepy? Sleepy puppy boy?”
“Shhh, let me sleeeeep…”
He passes out quickly in your lap, snoring softly. I think he missed you.
Jackieboy Man x GN!Reader, TW: heights?
Words: 655
He promised that today would just be a day of relaxation for the two of you today. No hero bullshit, no corporate job. You booked the day off a few months ago, seeing as this was the soonest you could get at the time. He told you to dress yourself up nicer, but not formal, which did make you question what plans he has. Nicer jeans, clean sneakers, favorite shirt and a matching jacket.
You hear a knock at the door once your hair is done, and you’re greeted with a large bouquet of flowers and a coffee. His head peeks out from behind the gifts, grinning at you as he steps into your place. A kiss is planted to your cheek as he makes his way to the kitchen to find a vase. Your face flushes as he gives you a once over, whistling at what he sees.
“I told ye not t’ get all fancy on me! T’ what do I owe t’e pleasure t’ be in t’e presence of such royalty?”
Jackie gives you a cheeky grin, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. All you can manage out is a sputter, his effort thankfully having its intended effect. He stands up straight again, tipping up your chin to kiss you properly, his other arm around your waist.
“I missed ye.”
“I missed you too.”
You stand there together for a moment longer, before he sweeps you off your feet and brings you out of the house with your coffee in hand. His laugh is bright as you let out an indignant noise of surprise, flashing that hero smile that you could see from miles away. He sets you down in his truck, setting a hand on your thigh as he backs out of the parking spot.
“Yer not afraid of heights, right?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Perfect. Didn’t occur t’ me t’at ye might be until I was drivin’ over here.”
A little concerning, but usually any blunders he makes are pure-hearted intentions that turn into genuine mistakes. Honestly, you’re not sure he would ever have the heart to be malicious. He just beams at you, making your heart melt a little bit as his fingers tap against the steering wheel out of excitement.
“You gonna tell me what you have planned, hero? Or am I gonna have to figure out your evil scheme the hard way?”
“Uh- I- umm… picnic? Roof?”
It’s his turn to blush as he stumbles over his words, stuttering them out. It’s cute, prompting you to rest your hand on his as it rests on the clutch to soothe him.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m excited either way.”
Jackie brightens again, feeling more confident in his plans again. The drive is short, and he takes you into a tall building with a basket of what you presume to be your lunch. His arm is wrapped around your waist on the elevator ride up, occasionally pressing a kiss to your temple. When you reach the top, he takes your hand and leads you out, taking the time to put out a blanket before letting you sit down. The view of the cityline is gorgeous, and you catch him looking at you in your peripheral to see if you’re enjoying it.
“You did good, hero. This is perfect…”
He interlocks your fingers together as he pulls you closer to him, unpacking the food from the basket with his other hand. It’s simple, maybe a little fancier than anything you’d normally get. But it’s still modest, and feels like home. We’re talking Trader Joe’s fancy, not Erehwon fancy.
“I’m glad ye like it, mo chroí, I really am…”
You talk for hours up there, kissing at sunset and him carrying you back to the truck when you fall asleep against him. Every other day he’s the city’s hero, but it felt good to be only yours for the day.
Angel!Jackieboy Man x GN!Reader, TW: blood, concussion mention, sword
Words: 930
Upon entering the store, a large man bumps into you and makes you smack your head against the door. Your hands immediately go to clutch your head, knee hitting the ground as you try to get the world to stop spinning. Another man inside the gas station shop witnessed the whole thing, and comes running up to you.
“Are ye alright? Do ye know who t’e president is?”
“Your mom.”
“…y’know what, I’m just gonna go catch t’e fucker t’at knocked int’ ye.”
You swear as you get sat down by the cash register that you saw wings on his back and a halo above his head, making you wonder how badly you really smacked your head. The clerk makes a quick ice pack for you, helping you maneuver it into the goose egg forming on the side of your head.
“Damn, I should probably make sure you didn’t crack the door with how big that thing is. Holy shit.”
He provides you with something sugary then examines the door, only stopping when the two of you hear yelling outside. There’s a flash of light followed by a loud thud and a cut off scream, to which the clerk bolts out to go investigate.
“Wh- what’s going on-?”
The angel guy who may or may not be an actual angel pops back in, stopping you from standing up before you end up falling over.
“Oi, don’t be too fast on yer feet t’ere, twinkle toes. He’s all taken care of.”
“The fuck did you do!?”
“Just a little bit of smiting. Just a little.”
“Smite? Like the spell in D&D that paladins use?”
He just blinks at you, unsure if you’re being serious, or just seriously concussed.
“Sure… anyways t’ere’s an ambulance on t’e way here. T’ey’ll check ye out while t’ey’re here.”
“I don’t need an ambulance, I’m fine!”
“Yer not, but I didn’t call t’e ambulance for ye.”
The clerk walks back in timidly, paled with blood on his hands.
“I need to… wash my hands…”
The angel pays him no mind, if anything just creating distance between you and the clerk, shielding you with his wing.
“Are you an angel…?”
He turns back around, chuckling with a flick to his halo as he crouches down to be at eye level with you.
“I might be. Who’s askin’, cutie?”
It takes you a hot second to process his question, slowly pointing to yourself. He laughs a little at your confusion, moving your hair out of your face and readjusting your ice pack. When you just let it fall, he decides he’s okay holding it until the paramedics get to you.
“Yes, I am an angel. One could even say I’m yer angel, but t’at’s not somet’in’ t’at I just go flashin’ around on my business card.”
“Why.”
“Because usually, it’s a secret. Can ye keep a secret fer me?”
You nod, slowly taking the ice pack from him to hold to your head. He slides a sword from its sheath on his hip, a blinding blade that erupts into flames once exposed to the air.
“We each get one o’ t’ese. Well, a weapon o’ our choice. I wanted a sword, I t’ought it looked cool.”
He watches as the fire dances in your eyes, smiling softly at your fascination. The clerk comes back, and it seems like upon seeing the angel he becomes very afraid.
“Fuckin’- hold on.”
With a quick snap of his fingers, the clerk falls to the floor, immediately getting back up like nothing happened. He smiles at the angel, heading back behind the counter.
“So is there anything else I can get for you Mr. Aingeal?”
“No, this’ll be all. And please, call me Jackie.”
Jackie slides a card across the counter as he puts his sword away, gathering his bag of things before helping you onto your feet and out of the store. You see the man who pushed you splayed out in an empty parking spot with a decent pool of blood around him.
“Will he be okay!?”
“It’s just blood, he’ll get over it.”
The paramedics arrive shortly afterwards, checking you for a concussion and wheeling the man into the ambulance. When they deem that you’re just a little dazed with a nasty bump, they release you back to Jackie and speed off.
“Ye need help gettin’ home? I don’t want ye drivin’ while yer still ditzy.”
“Yeah… maybe…”
You honestly don’t even remember if you walked or rode your bike, but it wouldn’t hurt to have company. He walks with you, making sure you keep upright and talking. It’s thankfully a short walk, and he steps up with you to your front door.
“Oh, an’ before I go, I should let ye have t’is, since ye can see me now.”
He pulls a ring out of his pocket, slipping it on one of your fingers.
“It’ll make sure ye can see me all t’e time now. An’ maybe we can talk again?”
You stare down at the ring, watching the engravings on the simple gold band catch the light. A small halo with a pair of cherub wings.
“Yeah, yeah I’d like that. Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it, just doin’ my job.”
You turn away to unlock your door, turning back around to say goodbye when he’s nowhere to be seen. There were no footsteps indicating him leaving, but the plastic bag of goods from the gas station rests where he once stood. You’re not even sure if you’ll believe yourself in the morning with what you saw.
