#💛🍯 anon my beloved

[kryptonitejelly]

I know we’re all super deep in our feels for college flyboy Jake 😭❤️ like so so deep in them. I love this mans

What about some head cannons for a date to a fair with him? Maybe during highschool or college? Followed by a super cute sleepover night or maybe even another one of those infamous almosts?

I feel like he’d be putting his hoodie on you, winning you the prizes, going on the rides just for an excuse to hold your hand (let’s be real he’s holding your hand the whole time), splitting all of the yummy fair food and insisting on winning at least one little stuffie for you. And maybe even swaying under the carnival lights dancing to the local band? Oh oh oh and then to go home to whichever house is closer, stopping at the diner on the way there and stumbling in giggling and laughing?? And then he cups your cheek and almost kisses you but his mom or someone walks in, he’s got you between him and the wall and his mom just chuckled to herself, noting the way your hands had curled on his chest and his hoodie wrapped around tou, or the little way when you’re startled you jump right into his arms and he doesn’t even think about it before sliding them around you?? Even if he’s annoyed he was interrupted, you flustered is so adorable to him he can’t help but feed off of that too???

I’ve been over here loving all of the flyboy head cannons the past day or two 💛💛💛 thank you for blessing my notifications and my brain with all of this perfection and cuteness

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HNGSJDKFJDKDJSKSJ 🍯 anon, my beloved, your brain 🥺

Context: Flyboy - college, because i love college Flyboy sm

Ok but imagine, you are both back on break from college, and you are slightly mopey because of some guy that you weren’t really dating, but were kinda seeing, ending things with you. Jake is happy of course - because c’mon, and that guy really was taking too much of his time with you, away from him + he was kinda a jerk.

Jake drags you out to the fair that night, practically bursts into your room (your mother let him in), and drags you out, just you. He doesn’t even let you grab your wallet or phone, just forces you out the door with him. You both end up strolling to the fair, because it is a nice night out, and you both are back on break with not much else to do anyway.

“C’mon sweetheart, are you going to just keep moping?”

“M not moping.”

“I’ll make sure you aren’t moping by the end of tonight.”

Once you reach the fair, Jake is dragging you towards the rights, not giving you a chance to say anything. He has you screaming on the rides in minutes, your hair flying in the wind, laughing, hand gripping his. Jake doesn’t let go after that, taking the opportunity to drag you by the hand from ride to ride, insisting that you grabbed him first and now he can’t let go, because what if you get scared again. He sneaks a look at you after you have taken practically all the rides there - eyes bright, slightly winded, he thinks you are just beautiful.

Your hands are now cold, from the wind on the grounds and Jake shrugs off his hoodie in an instant, draping it over your shoulders. You shimmy your hands in, and he zips you up.

“Want one of those weird bear things?”

“As if you could win one.”

“Easily.”

“Go on then.”

“If I win one you owe me.”

“Win one first.”

Jake does win one - and he proudly deposits the teddy in your hands.

He gets you both mini doughnuts and a sugary slushie, and you are both perched on the grass splitting the food between you, when Jake suddenly dusts off his hands and stands.

“Dance with me.”

“What?”

“C’mon.”

You look around and everyone is dancing to the tunes of the live band, under the twinkling fairy lights - couples, groups friends, so you oblige.

The band starts to play Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and you plop your head on Jake’s shoulder, face turned in towards his neck.

“I love this song.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

He has you swaying in his arms to the tune, and you let it wash over both of you.

“Me too,” he says, and you you miss the look he has on his face, all soft, and looking down at you - which you don’t notice at all.

You both end up stopping by the diner on the way back, you are in his hoodie, teddy tucked under your arm, Jake is telling some joke and you are not moping anymore - you are giggling like a loon as you both stumble in. You order fries and a soda to split, just like high school. Your favourite waitress is on shift that night and she is so happy to see you both.

“Well isn’t it my favourite couple of kids? You kids went to the fair?”

“We did.”

“He win you that bear?”

“He did.”

“She owes me for it.”

She just laughs at you both, and winks at Jake, “well then you better stake your claim” - obviously even her words have a double meaning because as usual, everyone knows but you and Jake.

You both end up walking back home after polishing off the fries and soda, and end up sitting on the front patio of Jake’s house, both leaning against the wall under the window, legs stretched out in front of you.

“Thanks for dragging me out tonight. I needed it.”

Jake just hums in acknowledgement and you both sit in silence.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right.” He says suddenly, because he knows (because you tell him everything, regardless) about what went down with that guy. It had made him sooo mad, because he had told you something along the lines of how he didn’t think it was going to work out because you weren’t his type of beautiful.

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean it”

“You don’t have to tell me that just to make me feel better.”

“Hey look at me,” Jake is turning to face you now, slipping a hand under your jaw, and cupping your face, forcing you to look at him. And you suddenly find yourself looking into the most serious, deep pools of green. “I’m not just saying that to make you feel better, you are beautiful. He is just a blind asshole.”

“Jake,” you laugh, dismissively, but he holds your head gently but firmly.

“I mean it.” And something about the way he is saying it, looking into your eyes makes you gulp.

“Okay.” Your voice is suddenly softer, and you see Jake’s eyes flicker from your lips and he suddenly drops his voice, changing the topic.

“So, I won you that bear.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I think you owe me,” he turns to look at you.

“Okay….”

Jake doesn’t say anything else, but he leans an inch in, and you still, your eyes going down to his lips this time.

Aaaaand the door bangs open before you either of you can do or say anything more. You huddle forward, and Jake immediately slides his other arm around you, the hand cupped on your cheek pulling your head into his chest.

“Hi kids,” Grace emerges from the front door, taking in the situation, and she just smiles / smirks, “hope I wasn’t disturbing anything?”

She takes it alllll in, the slight sheepishness on both your faces, and annoyance on Jake’s, but also the way you both are just drawn in to each other, and how her son is in protective mode, shielding you from his own mother out of all people.

“No,” Jake mumbles, and he reluctantly but slowly extracts himself from you.

“No-nothing,” you stammer / mutter - clearly waaaay more flustered than Jake as you twist your hands in your lap.

“Why don’t you both come on it, it’s getting a bit chilly out.” Grace almost sings out, stifling a laugh as she walks back in, leaving the door wide open. Jake stands up, and offers you a hand, which you take. He pulls you up, and see you glance down at his lips again, your eyes slightly dazed, expression clearly still flustered. It makes him melt inside - all he wants to do, is grab your face and kiss you silly before his mother interrupted but you rush past him into the house and he just sighs — the fact that you were just getting over some guy suddenly invading his thoughts and bothering him >:(

He follows you in, raking a hand through his hair, biting back a sigh.

You both end up watching a movie and falling asleep on Grace Seresin’s living room couch, and she sees this as she passes the both of you. It makes her smile, leaning against the door frame, just looking at you, head on Jake’s shoulder, his head on yours, your legs stretched out in front of you, balanced over his, your hand clutching the strange stuffed bear which she just knows he has won for you, his hoodie still over your frame.

You both were idiots, but idiots that she loved dearly.

She takes a picture and sends it to your mother, who receives it and just smiles as well.