#jake wyler x bratty!reader

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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

[iloveart06]

For the jake wyler x male reader story should I do a

1. Bratty Slutty Male reader

2. Innocent nerdy male reader

Or

3. Submissive Top jake wyler x dominate bottom male reader

Option 1 and 2 are bottom reader. Vote out of the three and message me!

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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.

𝗝𝗮𝘄𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿! 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀 | @bookwormchick91

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⋆˚♡˳ Jake has a crush

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Jake Wyler x bratty!cheerleader!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | Jake being an idiot (believe me, he has no filter), swearing, stereotypical college party setting, drinking, probably second-hand embarrassment

𝗪/𝗖 | 2K

𝗔/𝗡 | this is my first reader insert story and basically the first writing I've ever posted on Tumblr. I'm super nervous but also really excited to write this cute au but this isn't fully proofread!

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

A collective groan follows Jake's dreamy sigh. Then, he abruptly sits up straighter and dusts the shoulders of his varsity jacket, his eyes glued on your sauntering figure as you pass his lunch table. Not even a mere glance in his direction.

"Who spilt water—oh, it's just Jake's drool again." One of his friends says loudly, the rest of them laughing. Once they settle down again, they wait for Jake's signature oh shut up, Austin! But he's still staring at you two tables over.

Your legs are crossed as you intently listen to your friends. You take bites of your lunch and sips of your milkshake, your glossy lips wrapping around the straw as your cheeks hollow.

"I heard Priscilla is back in town."

Again, Jake doesn't move an inch. They assumed the mention of his ex would snap him out of whatever trance you have him under and well, they assumed wrong.

Jake's chin is propped on his hand as he admires the blue, red and white fabric on your body. Small, short, pretty, tight; Jake should probably be ashamed over how many times he's gotten red-cheeked from glimpses of the little shorts underneath the skirt.

Of course, his attraction to you isn't only stemmed from appearance, he isn't that shallow. Sometimes anyway.

You're on the spoiled side; blabbering about how your daddy cut you off for the rest of the week after going over your limit again, then gushing about how you pouted and sulked all day until he felt guilty and let you throw a party at your family's lake house because according to you, "my daddy has a soft spot for his little girl."

Jake still remembers the party to this day. Oddly enough, it was just before his crush for you was cemented.

It was a hot summer night at the end of your sophomore year. Your family's lake house was big enough for most of your year and their plus-ones from the next school over.

He's a little tipsy, but with unwavering hands, sinks the white ball into the last solo cup at the end of the table. Over the blaring music, the crowd erupts in cheers as he throws his hands up, soaking in the praise and flipping off his opponents.

"Pay up, Carter! And none of this, I forgot my wallet crap again."

"Here." Carter tosses the bills at Jake's feet, "I was just warming up!"

"Alright, and George didn't sleep with your sister last week. If we're done lying, let's raise the stakes."

Carter's head snaps to their other friend, the tall blond failing to hide behind a pillar.

Jake blinks, a shocked but amused smile on his lips. "Whoops."

"George, you dick! I'm gonna beat your ass!" The blond takes off through one of the wide-open doors with Carter hot on his tail.

"Well, anyone else up for the challenge?" Another friend of his probes, pointing to random people in the crowd. "You? How about you?"

Sitting on the table, Jake counts through his earnings from tonight. $190, $200, $210... (if Carter didn't kill him,) he'll dare George to do something stupid. Like streaking down the boardwalk or jumping off the roof and into the pool.

Like most people at school, Jake was loaded—correction, his family was loaded and he was their asshole trust-funded son. He's not as spoiled as some of his peers, some prim and proper while others were so wildly insane that they would be in jail if it weren't for their parents' deep pockets.

"Snookums, just a little kiss!"

"Ugh, get your dry lips away from me, creep!"

The commotion is loud enough to catch his attention. Over everyone's heads, he can see you shoving a boy hard enough that he stumbles backward and topples over the back of a couch.

"And take a fucking shower, you pig!"

The music is still playing, the party is still alive but all he can focus on is you. You're fuming, you're fucking pissed but you're so pretty. God, how are you so pretty and terrifying at the same time?

Your eyeshadow glimmering like the stars and your lips as sparkly as the jewels on Jake's mother's wedding gown. Your hair is styled perfectly and compliments your matching diamond earrings, rings and necklace. And your figure clad in a pale blush satin mini dress that ends just under your ass, it's backless, the straps crisscrossing down your spine.

Did time stop? Because it sure feels like it.

Jake is so caught up in you that he doesn't notice the boy climbing over the couch with his arm stretched in your direction. He quickly stuffs the cash in his pocket, bills falling to the floor as he rushes to your rescue.

Except you don't need a hero, or him, or anyone for the matter. You yank the boy's arm and bring up your knee to slam into his nose. One yelp and a nasty crunch later, the creep is thrown out the front door by other bystanders.

It must've been the alcohol because Jake's feet don't stop when they should’ve and he tackles you straight into the couch, the both of you falling over the back and bouncing on the plush cushions.

"What the hell! Get off me, scumbag!" Your ringed fists strike him and nearly get him in the eye.

He's sure you didn't know who he was before this moment.

"I'm so sorry—" Jake is starstruck once again. Being this close to you, your breath fanning over his heated cheeks and your eyes glaring at him so hard that he'd probably combust if he wasn't interrupted.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me!"

Jake is yanked off by the back of his shirt and wobbles on his two feet. You sit up, fixing your dress as your narrow gaze falls on the blonde in the fuzzy white dress.

"You little bitch!" Priscilla screeches, "I move schools and you think you could fuck my boyfriend? Ugh, I always knew you were in-love with Jake!"

"I didn't even know he existed until today!"

"Ouch." Jake doesn't know if he said that or it was the small audience watching the dramatic exchange.

"Your boyfriend jumped me, maybe blame his empty skull instead of me."

Jake pouted, still a little dazed and ultimately drunk on you more than the spiked punch, "Hey, I'm not her boyfriend. I wanna be your boyfriend."

You and Priscilla turn to him with opposite expressions. Yours is shocked with a small quirk in your lips and Priscilla has steam blowing from her ears. The blonde offendedly gasps and storms out the front door, the glass nearly shattering as it bangs shut.

You're staring at him, mouth opening a closing. "Who are you?"

He stupidly points to himself. “Me?”

You roll your eyes. "You’re lucky you aren’t ugly.” Jake perks up, but you continue, “but you are a brainless cheater who just attacks girls at parties. Get the fuck out of my house."

"What? No, wait!" He reaches to grab your hand but you slip to the side, stomping on his foot with your heel. He cries out, falling on his ass.

"Touch me again, and I'll feed you to my dogs."

He was confirmed of his crush on you the next day when he found out that you broke that creep’s nose.

"I honestly have no clue how you're in love with her after that shitshow last summer."

"Just look at her,"

"I am," Carter nods, "How could you not?" Austin mutters.

"She's so..." Jake sighs dreamily for the millionth time that day, "Wow.”

"Does she even know you?"

"Of course she knows me. We had the first game of the season last week. We were literally on the field together."

Austin laughs. "Yeah, along with the whole football team, coaches and the cheer squad, you act like there was a spotlight on the two of you when she never went near you."

Jake throws a fry at Austin, "She's the girl, I'm the guy, there isn't a chance that she doesn't know me. We're destined to be together, I'm positive."

"I think she's scared because all he does is stare at her all day." George ponders, "Poor girl, can't even drink her chocolate milkshake without being studied."

"It's actually a strawberry milkshake today, she had chocolate on Monday."

"Oh god, you're so fucking weird."

Jake frowns, "She knows who I am, watch." He stands, running a hand through his hair as he struts towards your table. He comes close enough that your friends stop talking and their gazes lock on him.

Clearing his throat, he plays it cool even though he's actually freaking out on the inside. He's close enough that he can smell your perfume.

He calls your name, “Hey! I was just wondering if you knew the homework for Mr. Chen's class? I have... the worst memory." Jake charmingly smiles, leaning on the table.

It's quiet for a beat, your friends looking between you and him with curiosity.

You tilt your head, eyelashes blinking at him. "We didn’t have any..."

Jake chuckles, feeling like a nervous little boy again. "Oh, of course. Save the trees!" He wishes he could shut up, but he can't. "You know, paper, trees—less homework means less paper, which means more trees. Not that I don't care about homework, I love homework, well not love-love. I care about it but I—”

"Are you done?" You ask, your glossed lips puckered as you sip your milkshake.

"No, I'm Jake."

He could hear the groans from his friends behind him and it only worsens the sickness in his stomach.

A few of your friends giggle, whether it's out of pity or at his stupid joke, Jake wishes he just sat on his ass at his table.

You wrinkle your nose, nodding slowly, "I know that."

Jake beams, "You do?"

"Duh, your girlfriend almost broke my door last summer."

"Ex, ex-girlfriend." Jake corrects, feeling hopeful by the second. He was right that you did know him, he wishes it was for a different reason but bottom line, he was right and he could rub it in his friends' faces now.

"Congrats, she was a bitch."

You say it so bluntly that your friends can't help but choke on their food, one of them excusing herself and leaving, her loud cackles following her out the cafeteria.

"Yeah, she cheated on me with some guy at her new school."

"You deserve that."

Jake's eyes widen, "What?"

"You attacked me that night, don't think I forgot."

"Oh, right..." Jake awkwardly scratches his chin, "You see, I was actually trying fight that creep who was annoying you. I was going to save you. Be your knight in jeans and a white t-shirt."

You narrow your gaze, biting your lip. "I didn't need your help."

He nods quickly. "You broke that dude's nose. With your knee—you've got wild knees! Not wild like out of control, I see them right there and they look pretty tame. I mean, fuck, you know what? I'm gonna go. Um, happy eating, ladies." Jake spins and speedily walks away.

"What a poet." One of your friends, Quinn murmurs.

Lena giggles into her hand. "Girl, give him a break."

"I didn't do anything!"

"Exactly! You're letting him embarrass himself—and with how much he did in that conversation, you need to be charged."

"Give him a little laugh, even one of those fake ones. Literally anything to calm his nerves."

"You're playing him, right? I think everyone on Earth is aware of his crush on you."

You hum. “It's kind of hard to ignore him when he looks like that, and I'm not really mad about the party either." You continue eating your lunch and wipe your mouth with a napkin.

Frances nudges your arm, "And you couldn't tell him that? I thought he was going to vomit."

You can't help the grin from growing on your face, you peek over your shoulder at his table. His friends are all talking at the same time, some patting his back, others poking fun. Jake has his eyes closed, dark hair messy from him undoubtedly running his hands through it.

"But, isn’t he cute when he's dumb?"

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「 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 」

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【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】

𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫!; collection ⤜ f, s

✧࿐ He’s the guy and you’re the girl of town—in his (and everyone else’s) mind, it only makes sense that you two start dating but around you, Jake gets a little stupid… [college au, lovesick!Jake Wyler x bratty!cheerleader!reader]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨 & 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 — 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

Includes: Chris Evans - Steve Rogers - Ransom Drysdale - Andy Barber - Curtis Everett - Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) - Ari Levinson - Jake Jensen - Frank Adler - Johnny Storm - Colin Shea - "Me" - Mike Weiss - Jake Wyler

𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ➺ 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

╭ Read the warnings for each fic. Includes fics with non-Chris Evans characters. ╯

*New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by author.

@andysbubba - four's company - ceo(s) au, andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

@angrythingstarlight -

[Call in Sick] - bucky barnes x reader, boss!andy [Disciplinary Action] - bucky barnes x reader, andy barber x reader

Wicked Little Games - mob au, bratty!reader x mafia!steve, reader x bodyguard!bucky, reader x bodyguard!andy barber

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@awesomerextyphoon - Speculum Cupido - dark, dark!steve rogers x reader x dark!ransom drysdale

@captainapple - Whatever It Takes - dark, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!steve rogers

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - Not The Only One - ex spouses, dark!andy, dark!jake jensen

@et-lesailes - spreading the sugar [1] [2] [3] - sugar daddy!andy & ransom drysdale (twins) x reader

@fairyevans - [Warm Welcomings] [House Warming Gifts] - carter baizen x reader, ransom drysdale x reader

@lahyene - Eavesdropping. - steve rogers x reader ft. johnny storm (as steve’s brother)

@navybrat817 - Overtime - jake jensen x reader, bucky barnes x reader

@nsfwsebbie - you better not shout, better not cry. - dark, dark!sebastian stan x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, dark!lee bodecker x reader, dark!charles blackwood x reader, dark!chris evans x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!ransom drysdale x reader, dark!andy barber x reader.

@ozarkthedog - Proviso - CEO!chris evans x reader, andy barber x reader

@river-soul - A Different Kind of Love - A/B/O, alpha!andy barber x omega!reader x beta!jake jensen

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc! reader, ransom drysdale x bi!woc!reader

@sinner-as-saint - Devilish. - drysdale twins (ransom & steve) x waitress!reader

@stargazingfangirl18 -

Afterthought - biker au, biker!andy barber x reader, biker!ari levinson x reader

[Dare] [Truth] [Consequences] - Consequences: andy barber x reader, past ransom drysdale x reader

Ensnared Masterlist - dark, ransom drysdale x reader, minor mr. freezy (robert pronge) x reader

Foursome w/Andy, Ransom, & nomad!Steve

Necessary Arrangements Masterlist - mob au, different reader x each character - andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

Ransom/Ari/Andy Foursome

Taken - dark, prison au, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!ransom drysdale x dark!steve rogers

@starryevermore - she gets the flowers - ransom drysdale x reader, steve rogers x reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

@sweetlyscared - A Simple Solution - soulmate au, andy barber x reader, ari levinson x reader, andy barber x reader x ari levinson

@the-iceni-bitch - Religious Kink with Jake and Colin

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Question: fic your ever read here and first fic you wrote?

I don’t know the very first fic but all I can think of are series, in particular, Who Am I? By @sherrybaby14

The first fic I wrote on here is jawbreaker! My jake wyler au

Anon hour !!