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hettiesworld · 1 year

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Jeremy Renner

Coast

I'm Just Ken

Oodie-Boogie

Every Woman (Female OFC) | She's a Fire (sequel to Every Woman)

Music Sounds Better With You - 1 | 2 | 3

I... Don't Like Coffee (Female OFC)

Incredible Eyes

Trouble (Sheriff!Jeremy)

Imagine: Attending a Jeremy concert without knowing it's him...

Run To You (professor!Jeremy) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

bad idea right? (Female OFC)

Jeremy song fics masterlist

Clint Barton

I Need Therapy

Hide and Seek

Rise Up (Clintasha)

Mike McLusky

Sacrifice (male OFC)

Come as You Are (female OFC)

Chris Evans

I Recommend a Daddy

Pity Party

Lessons in Love

Other Jeremy characters

Unnamed [renamed it No Lie] (William Brandt)

Runaway (You and I) (Jerry Pierce) - 1 | 2

The Riddle (Penn) - 1 | 2

Waking the Witch (Non-Vampire!Penn)

I Am The Law (Brian Gamble)

The Bodyguard (William Brandt)

War and Peace (And Love) (Sergeant James) - 1 | 2

Kids (Mark "Dags" D'Agastino)

Misc characters/actors

Band of Gold (Lance Tucker)

Orange Juice (Ransom Drysdale/Charles Blackwood) - 1 | 2 [DISCONTINUED]

Walking on the Moon (Ian Donnelly/James Mace/Chris Beck) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Perception and Mischief (Loki Laufeyson) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Soldat? (Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton)

Knowing Me, Knowing You (Jake Jensen)

When The Party's Over (Ransom Drysdale)

Invisible Touch (human!Vision)

S Is For... Something Else? (Andy Barber)

Quarantined (Avengers cast) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Unnamed (Charles Xavier)

You Got Me Twisted (Ransom Drysdale)

Say So (Colin Shea)

Class Fight (Kyle - The Perfect Score)

Tainted Love (Jake Wyler)

The Distance (John Doe - Twisted Metal series)

Asks

Will Brandt headcanon - Patching each other up after a fight

Chris Evans headcanon - Taking care of you after a rough day

Hansel headcanon - Going on a witch hunt with Hansel

Fic request - Jeremy and the reader on a Zoom call in quarantine

Ransom headcanon - Falling in love for the first time

Fic request - Cornelia Street (Steve Rogers)

Ransom headcanon - Mean daddy with naive!reader

#masterlist #jeremy renner #chris evans #marvel #mayor of kingstown #hettiesworld #clint barton x reader #clint barton #sebastian stan

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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⋆˚♡˳ he adores you

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Jake Wyler x bratty!cheerleader!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, swearing, jealous!jake and he's stupidly cute about it

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.1K

𝗔/𝗡 | ahhh, lovesick!jake makes a long awaited return. Feel free to send blurb requests or asks about this series!

𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You’re clearly the IT girl of the town. According to others: everyone is either in love with you, wants to be you or your friend, or is jealous of you.

And Jake is the IT boy of the town. The football star, popular, charismatic, rich, loved and adored by girls and guys alike.

The two of you would be an absolute powerhouse if you got together. Or when you get together, according to everyone else.

Honestly, everyone is wondering when you’ll finally date. And Jake is wondering too.

You already acknowledge him and smile at him, and laugh at his jokes. So you clearly don’t hate him, unless you're really good at faking that you don’t. You text (sometimes). He buys you things; flowers, food, anything you ask for. He loves talking to you. He’s confessed his feelings! But why haven’t you given him more than flirty smiles and quick remarks, it was eating him alive.

It makes sense for you two to get together. So much that it’s surprising how you haven’t even held hands! It’s like he’s been courting you forever and a day.

He’s getting closer to you saying yes to a date, he can feel it. Your answers went from, “Why would I want to see you when I don’t have to?” To shrugs with a glossy lipped smirk. So he’d say he’s winning.

It’s almost comedic to you. His desperate attempts to get your attention, only to embarrass himself when he has it. Tripping, walking into people or things, fumbling with his words, saying things that literally make no sense, or blurting out his thoughts. Each has led to a red-cheeked football captain and you trying to muffle giggles into your hand.

Sometimes you save him the embarrassment—other times you don’t because gets so cute and soft.

One time, there was a rumour of you getting a boyfriend while on your family trip to Italy. It all stemmed from a post on your page of you with cuddled up next to a boy who looked a few years older than you.

When Jake saw it, he figured it was just a guy you met. Nothing more. But people started talking about how you were extending your vacation to spend time with your hot Italian boyfriend.

Jake felt heartbroken at first. Even though he didn’t want to believe any rumours that weren’t confirmed from your mouth—it still left an awful grey cloud over his conscience.

He’d say you’re both technically dating, like almost dating, but it’s unofficial. He brings you gifts, is there for you when you need him. He’s like a boyfriend without the returned affection and title. (“So like, a friend?” Austin asked when Jake told him this).

He confronts you the day you come back.

“I know we aren’t dating—far from it. Not too far because I like to think I’m this close to taking you out on a date.” He pinches his index finger and thumb together. “But, we’ve bonded. I’ve memorized your breakfast order, I know your favourite songs of the month, and how you hate when your straw gets clogged with your milkshake—that's why I always get two!"

“Jake.”

“C’mon! I court you, I dote on you, I adore you! And I know you feel the same way because you would have broken my nose if you hated me.”

“I could still do that if you want.”

He ignores your words, stepping closer and hesitantly taking your hand. He pouts, expression soft and hurt. “I know you, I know you better than I know some of my best friends. You know how I feel about you—and I know you feel the same. I can see it in your eyes, you try to hide it but you like me as much as I like you.”

You’re a little stunned. Looking between your linked hands, not remembering if he took your other hand or you took his. The distance between you both is small, you can see the mix of blues in his eyes.

Did you like him? Well, of course you did! You did dislike (not hate) him for a while.

But now it was different. You stopped disliking him the moment he walked you to your car with his jacket over the both of your heads while it was raining—and you liked him when you checked your rear view and saw him standing in the rain with a stupid loved-up smile on his face. It was cliché but, fuck, you were a sucker for that kind of stuff.

“So why the hell does some stupid dude in Italy get to take you out before me!”

Your jaw drops. “Huh?”

“I get it. He’s probably some posh asshole who wears designer scarves and eat lunch on his yacht everyday.”

“Don’t you have a yacht?”

“It’s my dad’s, not mine. Huge difference.”

You blink slowly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Oh, so he didn’t ask yet?” Jake has gone mad. “That means I still have a chance, right? Please let me take you on a date.”

It finally clicked. You couldn’t sigh loud enough. “No, he didn’t because he’s dating my mom’s friend.”

Jake froze. “Your mom’s friend?”

You shrugged. “She’s a hot middle-aged woman in Italy, old money rich and he’s a 22-year-old in college. They’re both in a happy and healthy business deal.”

“Oh. The… sugar exchange.”

You shook your head. “You’re lucky I have built a tolerance for your idiocy.”

“A good one, hopefully?"

You just narrow your eyes.

Jake looks down at your linked hands, slowly bringing one of yours to his lips. He presses a soft, delicate kiss. "I'm super glad you're back safe."

"Mhm."

"And... that you aren't dating anyone right now."

"Of course you are."

He peers down at you, you're just so perfect, he's going to explode.

“So, that date?” It's so blunt, and unabashed. Completely different from his fumbling lovesick ways. You're almost caught off guard.

“Hm, I don’t think you deserve it. You did just blow up at me. My daddy doesn’t want me dating boys who disrespect me.”

Jake gapes at you, looking adorable and hot at the same time.

“But, I don’t tell my daddy everything.”

You turn, walking away with a fluttering in your chest. You turn to look over your shoulder, and catch Jake throwing both his arms up, eyes shut, mouth open in a silent victory shout.

He opens one eye, sees you, then drops his arms to his sides, almost whacking a passing student on the head. He apologizes and waves to you with a nervous smile.

"Wait, was that a yes?"

“Have a great day, Wyler.” You blow him a sweet kiss.

Just before you turn the corner, you see him fist pumping the air and walking away with a skip in his step. "It wasn't a no, either!"

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this man is going to live in my heart forever. I hope you all enjoyed this !! I'm always open for your thoughts/feedback <3

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

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twittytelly · 3 years

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Headcanon: A New Start

Jake Wyler x Reader

A/N: This is my contribution to @what-is-your-plan-today ‘s 25 Days of CHRIS-mas challenge. Today’s character is Jake Wyler. Also, this is my first time writing a headcanon - I’m very aware that this is a bit long for a headcanon lol! Dividers by @rainbowkisses31

Summary: College AU. When Jake stumbles in late to your history class, you think you have him figured out. But, as you get to know him, you learn that there's more to him than a bad first impression.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating.

Word Count: 1045

You first encountered Jake Wyler when he stumbled into your history class 15 minutes late. As you noticed the tired look on his face, you deduced that he must've been partying into the early hours of the morning; but that didn't stop him from being nice to look at.

However, when he opened his mouth and charmed your lecturer out of giving him the bollocking that he clearly deserved, you realised that he was probably some spoilt little rich boy, who had always got his own way. You'd put money on him being the star quarterback at his high school.

Funnily enough, he ended up in more of your classes, and you were even paired up together for a group assignment for your English Lit class; where you'd learned your initial assessment of him had been correct. He had been a popular jock in high school, he'd even been prom king.

Sure, he was an arrogant prick, who never seemed to make time to meet up to work on your project; but, you couldn't deny that he was gorgeous – and there was no harm in simply admiring him from afar.

As the semester went on, you realised that there was more to Jake than he'd let on. He was constantly late to his morning lectures, and was never free to meet with you to work on your assignment together; but you hadn't seen him at any parties, and he hadn't made a name for himself as someone who slept around; but you were certain that there wasn't a girlfriend (or boyfriend) on the scene.

The only time that you'd seen him away from the classroom was when you'd bumped into him at the library checking out books on art history, despite that you were almost certain that he wasn't taking any classes in it.

But, despite never having time to meet with you outside of class, Jake was contributing towards your assignment; always doing whatever was needed of him to do and beyond, leaving you with little to do. In fact, his input had led to you both getting an A.

Most peculiarly, towards the end of the semester, you noticed that Jake had got a lot quieter and became withdrawn. When you mentioned this to your friends, they brushed it off as him being stressed about finals; quickly telling you to stop being so nosey and wondering why you were showing so much interest in an asshole like Jake in the first place. However, you knew that there was something more to it.

After finals, you and your friends celebrated completing your first semester of college by going to the biggest party on campus. While the party had got off to a good start, Brock from your film class had started hitting on you and wouldn't leave you alone, despite the fact that you had made it perfectly clear that you weren't interested.

When Brock was dragged off to join in a game of beer pong, you used the opportunity to slip away, deciding to hide in one of the empty bedrooms needing five minutes of alone time.

However, when you closed the door, you soon realised that you were not alone... Sitting on the bed crying was none other than Jake Wyler.

Surprised and concerned, you immediately sat beside him; you weren't close enough to warrant a hug, but you gave him a pat on the back as you asked him what was wrong.

“It doesn't matter, the only reason that I came to this party was to try to forget about her.”

“Forget who?”

There he explained about Janey and the convoluted way they'd got together. Even though she ended up staying in LA for the summer, it was clear that the art scholarship in Paris was too good an opportunity to pass up. The reason for Jake's tiredness, lateness and lack of free time was that he was up until midnight talking to Jamie on the phone before her morning classes began, then studying until he crashed in the small hours of the morning.

However, as time passed it became clear to Jake that he was putting more effort into the relationship than Janey and the more he tried to fight for them the more distant she became. Eventually, Janey confessed that she had cheated on Jake with a guy named Zack, and they had broken up.

“I feel so stupid, a huge part of me knew that a relationship that was that messy and drama filled would never last. But I'd already fallen for her and I thought we'd be the exception, and now I've wasted an entire semester on someone who doesn't give two flying fucks about me.”

“You're not stupid, you're just a hopeless romantic. When you look back on this, at least you can say that you tried your hardest. And there are still plenty of semesters left for you to do the whole college thing. Soon it'll be a new year, and you can have a new start.”

“If I had a drink, I'd drink to that.”

“Well, shall we go back out there and grab one? Or if you want to get out of here? I know this great 24 hour diner that serves great pan-”

“A drink sounds perfect to me.”

After rejoining the party, you spent most of the night talking with Jake, getting to know him better, and you'd never been so pleased that your initial assumption of him was wrong.

“Thanks for everything you've done tonight, I thought tonight was gonna suck, but I'm actually enjoying myself.”

Before you had a chance to respond, he then leaned towards you and gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek. As he quickly pulled away, you noticed that there was a pink tinge to his cheeks that wasn't there before.

“To a new year and a new start.”

Jake was avoiding giving you eye contact, and you noticed that he was looking above your head. Following his eye line, you looked up to see a sprig of mistletoe. Grinning, you leant towards Jake and returned the favour, being careful not to smudge your lipstick. Holding out your red solo cup to him, you simply replied.

“To a new year and a new start.”

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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The thing I already love about dark!Jake Wyler is literally he can do whatever he wants. His parents definitely wouldn’t care. The dad tried to let Jake rebound with his own mother. They would definitely not care if he used her to relieve his anger after loosing a game. In fact it feels like they would encourage it.

damn this movie is fucked up in retrospect lmao

yeah they would! I had already considered a second part to that little headcanon where the reader tries to tell her parents about what happens with her and jake and they explain that it was their idea in the first place, and when they tell jake she told them, he punishes her for ‘tattling’ to mom and dad...

#tw incest #Anonymous

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othersiders · 3 years

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I go by Vinyl, they/them pronouns, 21+

please don’t godmod/powerplay, force ships or interactions, and respect my space. I won’t interact with those under 18. I don’t own any of the muses or affiliate with any faceclaims featured, but I will build on their canon with personal headcanon. mutuals only. multiple verses. crossovers, and ocs are totally welcome. I can be selective at times to keep my dash from getting overwhelming. activity can be sporadic at times due to real life responsibilities. if you’re looking for a partner to plot with during odd hours of the morning or talk about things we may never put into threads because they’re just for headcanon sake, I’m your bro, man. I will use small text, icons, and some formatting. psd credit to somresources; gif resources credit to blondewhoregifs, vvitchresources. I will post open starters and rely heavily on memes to get threads started.

any questions? you know what to do!

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patrick verona / 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU / Heath Ledger or ICONLESS

adam maitland / BEETLEJUICE / Jeff Goldblum

allison reynolds / THE BREAKFAST CLUB / Ally Sheedy

johnny castle / DIRTY DANCING / Patrick Swayze or ICONLESS

alex browning / FINAL DESTINATION / Chris Evans

owen sharma / HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR / Rahul Kohli

alex wyler / THE LAKE HOUSE / Keanu Reeves

michael emerson / THE LOST BOYS / Jason Patric

tony stark / MARVEL / Robert Downey Jr.

jimmy woo / MARVEL / Randall Park

christian / MOULIN ROUGE / Oscar Isaac

alex o'connell / THE MUMMY / Richard Madden

julie pierce / THE NEXT KARATE KID / Hilary Swank

keith “two bit” mathews / THE OUTSIDERS / Tye Sheridan

andie walsh / PRETTY IN PINK / Molly Ringwald

steff mckee / PRETTY IN PINK / James Spader

fitzwilliam darcy / PRIDE & PREJUDICE /

mark hunter / PUMP UP THE VOLUME / Christian Slater

dewey riley / SCREAM / David Arquette prev. deputydeweys

dr. malcolm crowe / SIXTH SENSE / Jake Gyllenhaal

keith nelson / SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL / Eric Stoltz

clu bell / SO WEIRD / Tanner Buchanan

jack phillips / SO WEIRD /

eddie munson / STRANGER THINGS / Joseph Quinn

jonathan byers / STRANGER THINGS / Charlie Heaton

argyle / STRANGER THINGS / Eduardo Franco

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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⋆˚♡˳ a little bit "obsessed"

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Jake Wyler x bratty!cheerleader!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | himbo!Jake but he's cute about it, swearing, probably second-hand embarrassment

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.5K

𝗔/𝗡 | there's just something about Jake being all nervous and corny. if you want to be tagged for this series, just send me an ask or comment!

𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Jake has a(n arguably well-known) crush on you and he’s a little obsessed with you, he’s debated on how to properly “butter you up”.

He tries with words and stops you in the halls to ask about your day, he plays calm and collected. He wishes he could be effortlessly cool around you—like he is with everyone else but you just have an effect on him.

At football games, he’ll be drawn to you when halftime rolls around.

Sometimes he gets distracted by you in your tiny cheer skirt and will nearly be tackled.

One game, it was chilly and most of the crowd were bundled in scarfs and hats. The cheer squad was wearing their uniform pants or skirts and turtlenecks. Before the game started, Jake offered you his varsity jacket in case you got too cold. Most of the team did that with their partners and even though he reassured you it was nothing but a friendly gesture, you knew it was more than that (to him, at least).

"You know, just so you don't get sick."

You cocked your hip, your breath visible in the cool air. "I don't want to smell like you for the rest of the evening. The usual onion stench masked by cheap body spray?" Which was completely untrue, Jake certainly didn't smell bad, quite the opposite. Like rich vanilla and cinnamon, sometimes he smelt like lavender.

Jake's eyes widened. "Do I actually smell?" He lifted the collar of his jersey to his nose, then looked back at you.

Over his shoulder, you could see Jake's little entourage of admirers. Girls and boys, from freshman to seniors, all equally taken by the dark-haired and blue-eyed captain. Heart-eyes, fawning, compliment after compliment, endless praises—they gave Jake everything.

You didn't get jealous over a boy who wasn't yours. You didn't get jealous over a boy who wanted so hopelessly to be yours. So you ignored their stares, some judgemental, others bewildered because who would deny Jake Wyler's varsity jacket?

"—freeze?"

"What?"

"I really wouldn't want you to be cold. I don't think I smell but a lot people can’t smell themselves." Jake blinked slowly, "I've been told I smell good, a lot of people like my cologne. Does... Does it smell bad to you?" He pouted. Clad in his football gear, helmet in one hand and dark eyebrows drawn together. "I'll get a new one if you don't like this one."

You wanted to laugh but covered your mouth with your hand.

"Not only because you don't like this one! I'm not, I'm not that desperate." He chuckled nervously. "But, hypothetically, would you rather me change my cologne?"

"No!" A small shout came from his group of admirers. "Don't, please!" Another added.

You took one step closer, a smirk on your glossy lips. "They say no."

"But what do you say?" Jake's voice lowered, having you this close, he could count every glitter on your cheeks.

You were tempted to give him a shrug, but instead, you played nice. "Well, hypothetically, I've grown fond of your cologne. And, it would break my little heart if you changed it, hypothetically, of course."

Shit, that itty bitty hint of a flirt, Jake could have jumped up in glee (he actually did, his right foot did a little kick and he'd hate himself later for it but it made you giggle). Then, his coach blew the whistle and he had to return to the locker room.

"Wear it if you get cold, please?" Was his final request before following his fellow teammates, shoulder pads making him look even broader.

He gave you once last glance, you could see it in his face; how desperately he wanted you to wear his jacket.

A while later when he looked over mid-game, he froze like a deer in headlights—you were sitting on the bench with his varsity jacket zipped up to your chin.

That moment he was actually bodychecked so hard he had to sit out for the rest of the game. Jake seized the opportunity to talk to you, flirting his ass off and messing up plenty of times because why the hell does your smile make him weak? until the timer hit zero and the team won. That was the day he finally got your number.

You've though about it; did you make a mistake giving your number to the guy who was in-love with you?

Maybe not. But also maybe yes. You were indecisive about that.

Jake texts you often, sending cute messages about how pretty you looked at school, how good your presentation was in class, how you 'stole the show' at the football game during halftime, to which you reply with “I know”. Honestly he shouldn’t have expected anything else.

Sometimes you leave him on read, but Jake pays it no mind. One time you texted him first, it was about homework, but still, he counts that as a win.

Some mornings, he’ll meet you at your locker with breakfast and an adorable smile.

His friends joked about his obsession when he started meeting you after every class to walk you to your next. Even holding you bag and books while you sipped on your iced coffee or reapplied your lipgloss. When your friends stop to talk to you in halls, he stands there and waits patiently for you to be done. He also pretends that he doesn’t see the suggestive looks your friends give you.

He’ll text you asking where you are or what class you’re in, and he’ll meet you as soon as the bell rings and walk you to your next class. People always want to talk to Jake, but he'll wave them off for you every time, "I'd pick you over any of them any day" he once said with the reddest cheeks ever. Chatting you up usually starts with him being confident, then he'll shy away and give you the sweetest grin and wave as you walk into your class.

One day he complimented your lipgloss and slyly asked what it tasted like, you proceeded to kiss your fingers and press them to his mouth before walking into class with a cheeky wink.

Jake didn’t even know what to tell his friends when they asked why he looked like a tomato.

When Christmas rolled around, you got a candy gram from him attached to a small note with a corny Christmas pick up line: 'I didn't think I was a snowman, but you just make my heart melt.'

He also got you gift cards for you favourite stores, and a new mirror for your locker since you made an off-hand comment about it being too small. He mentioned taking you to the Christmas Market for the full experience, "Seeing you outside of school?"

"We could get hot chocolate and watch the parade."

"Let me rephrase, seeing you outside of school on purpose?" You tilted your head.

Jake nodded, arms bundled with your books and gifts.

"So, not like when you randomly pop up while I'm out with my friends?" You began taking things from him, replacing your old mirror with the new one. It was the perfect size and in a cute pink sparkly frame. "You have a terrible habit of knowing where I am at all times..." You trailed off, looking at him with a narrowed gaze. "Got something to confess, Jake?"

"Your friend is dating one of my best friends and he invites me out because," I really like you and want to be around you all the time, "I love doing... things."

"Like shopping? Going to ice cream shops, and having spa days?"

Jake's eyes were begging for a way out. So you gave him one, taking your things and giving him your old mirror, not before pressing a kiss on the surface, "Why don't you take that home, sweetheart, a little piece of me since you want me around so much."

Only then does he realize he said that aloud.

Valentine’s Day is a considerably more cheesy. He meets you in the morning with a bright smile and sparkling eyes, giving you a box of chocolates, a red heart shaped balloon and a single rose. You thought he would’ve stopped at that because in the middle of his "I like-like you" confession, he was interrupted by a student walking who groaned about how everyone already knew about his crush.

He didn’t think he was that transparent but then again, the yearbook committee asked about adding: - has a giant crush on Y/F/N Y/L/N. to his biography in the football segment (and he may have said yes but he’ll absolutely deny it).

You received two more roses during first period, then he met you before second period to give you three more. That was how the whole day went, and eventually you were struggling to hold 45 roses when the bell rang. You were stunned to see Jake standing outside your class with ten more roses.

You thought about telling him that it was too much, maybe blow a bubble with your gum and pop it in his face. Be a brat to try and get him to step back but that’s never worked before, so why would it work now when he’s looking at you all loved up?

Instead, you thank him with a simple caress of his cheek and leave the school, throwing the roses in the backseat of your convertible, hoping they’d fly away as you sped home. And they did, all except one that you deemed worthy of keeping.

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