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imyourbratzdoll · 3 months

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒄𝒌

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - jake has been waiting for this day since he first saw the sign, finally able to, he gets what he's always wanted.

warning - smut, oral sex, gloryhole, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Jake had just graduated, he felt good. Cocky even because no one really expected him to pass, especially not Jake. He still wore his orange and blue jacket, hands in his pockets as he struts down the street, winking and nodding at any woman that passes by. He stops, staring at a brightly lit sign that reads ‘The Strawberry Shack’. It had been his dream to go in there and finally he could so with a faster pace. Jake heads to the door and enters the building, smiling widely at the woman at the front desk.

“Hello, I’m just wanting my cock sucked if that’s alright.” He pulls out a wad of cash, placing it down on the counter before nodding and heading towards a door that leads to you. The heavenly mystery woman behind the hole, the one that every man seems to go to, spreading wonderful words about their visit with you. “Ugh, I’m so fucking excited for this, babe! You don’t know how much.” Jake rubs his hardened member through his pants, eagerly pulling it out and directing it into the hole. “C’mon, suck away please.”

You roll your eyes slightly, this wasn’t the first time dealing with a guy like this and they usually turn weak and needy the moment your lips wrap around them. Your tongue flicks out, wetting your lips before you lean forward and take his thick mushroom tip in your mouth, you begin to lick, swirling your tongue around it.

Jake’s eyes roll to the back of his head, practically whimpering as you begin to suck his cock into your mouth, pulling him deeper until he can no longer fit through. “Oh, yes… Jesus this is so perfect…” His hands rest against the wall, bottom lip going between his teeth.

Your cheeks hollow as you suck hard, bobbing up and down his girthy length. You moan around him, smiling in your head as he whines, bucking into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck! Babe, you’re going to make me cum if you keep sucking me off like that!” You continue your movements, flicking your tongue underneath his tip, enjoying how he loses control, bucking wildly as he moans freely.

Jake feels his balls tighten, tip twitches as thick cum spurts out of his cock and coats your mouth. “O–ohhhh!” His head flies back, whining as he empties his balls. You pull off, swallowing and wiping the sides of your mouth as he pulls his softening cock back and tucks it into his pants. “Fuck me, best day ever! Definitely gonna come back, thanks babe!” He wipes the sweat from his forehead and walks out of the building with a pep in his step.

thank you for reading!

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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Sweet lil nerd reader that Jake Wyler seduces during a tutoring sesh 🙈

me, being my slutty self, enjoy this trope too much:

🌟 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Staring up at him with wide eyes, you slowly spread your legs and clutch the hem of your plaid skirt.

"Good girl, just a little peek."

Your gaze flickers across the library, the other tables occupied by students, their attention locked on books or laptops. You hope none of them glance over and see you—one of the top students in the college, usually so quiet and bashful, flashing your peer.

"So fucking pretty." He's nearly drooling, his pants tightening at the mere glimpse of your juicy cunt dusted with hair and your cute cotton panties pulled to the side. "You've got a really pretty pussy, sweetheart."

Your thighs clamp together and you tug his wrist, but his grip is locked on your panties. "O-Okay, you saw it. Can we continue now, please? This tutoring session is only for an hour."

It was for an anatomy course, one of the many subjects you were excelling at, which is exactly why your professor asked you to tutor Jake Wyler, the football captain.

You agreed, far too shy to say no to anything, but you didn't expect this to happen.

Jake shakes his head, his dark hair falling over his forehead. "I'm a hands-on and visual learner so I need to see everything," he prys your legs apart and firmly cups your cunt, slipping his fingers between your folds. "And touch you a little bit too, I promise I'll be gentle."

Your heart leaps out of your chest—you've never been touched by someone else, or even yourself! "J-Jake!"

"Shh, we're in a library." He's quick, removing his hand and sucking his fingers, groaning at your taste, before shoving them back down your panties. He spreads your folds, trailing down your wet slit until you gasp sharply, "There it is, this is your little button, baby. It feels good when I touch it, right?"

You're confused and caught off guard, barely formulating any thoughts apart from the muddled pleasure as he rubs your clit. At least he's slow and steady, allowing you to get used to the feeling.

"Now, for the sake of the lesson, I'll have to see what happens if I just keep touching you." His low voice fills your head, and tingles shudder through your body. "You're getting wetter, sweetie." He bets your virgin hole is creamy too, just waiting for him to stretch you open. "Making a mess in your cute panties, are you gonna soak straight through and let me keep them?"

oh my 😳

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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Moodboard, this one is spicy 🤭 but you can change/remove something if it makes you uncomfortable or for preference.

Here you go:

Circus au, Jake Wyler, mystery, drunk married fanfic trope, chok*ng kink

So I had to think about this one for awhile!!

Jake was just a nobody. Someone behind the scenes that no one saw. But you did. You were the star of the circus. The trapeze artist that everyone came to see. What they didn’t see was behind the scenes and how cruel the ring leader was. Especially when you hang around Jake. After one too many beers lead to a drunken night that you can’t remember, and a new piece of jewelry, you discover the mean ring leader is dead. But who did it? You were just having fun…right?

#moodboards #Jake Jensen x reader

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oh-my-damn · 2 years

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Happy 500! For your celebration: martini and orange blossom please ✨

Hi hon!

Thank you so much hehehehe 🥰🥰

martini ⇢ what work of yours are you the proudest of?

Ahhh, this is a hard question! I love all my work 🥺

But I'm really proud of Electric, mainly bc it was my first ever fanfic writing and the response was overwhelming and really the reason I dived into it like this, and subsequently leading to everything else.

The Stranger was the second thing I wrote, and I'm really proud of it bc the idea is something I came up with bc of my lovely friend, and idk I'm just proud of it 😅 (both of those are mainly Wattpad stories but I only started writing on Tumblr a few months ago lol, I'm mostly a Wattpad writer haha)

But in terms of writing style, I think maybe Highways & Heatstrokes or Sweet Heartache. I can really tell my writing has improved a lot, and I tried to challenge myself a lot with those (I'm not good at writing descriptions lol so I tried ok). Idk i just feel like those are some of my better works 🥺👉👈

orange blossom ⇢ do you have a fictional character you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

Okay okay, look. First of all, I love every single Chris Evans character he's ever played. That includes Bryce, and Ransom, and Mike, and Jimmy, and Lucas and Jake Wyler. Even though all of them are arguably assholes. I have no doubt I'm going to love Lloyd as well.

BUT when it comes to an actual villain type psychopath, I have two characters I love that I def shouldnt;

Negan (TWD) and Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Negan is hot and I appreciate a good leather moment (I own a gazillion leather jackets) and even tho lucille killed people I love, im still a fan of hers, okay?

Patrick Bateman is more sentimental bc I read American Psycho when I was younger and wrote a paper on it. Its completely covered in notes and post its and so forth. And I know practically all the lines from the movie (which i probably shouldnt, but whats a girl to do?)

Thank you so much for the ask hon!!! I'm sorry if my answers were too long 🙈😅❤️

Join my Garden Party!

#thank you!!#mandys 500 #garden party #come join me friends!

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starryevermore · 3 years

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forbidden fruit ✧ jake wyler

masterlist | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

pairing: stepdad!jake wyler x stepdaughter!reader

summary: jake didn’t think he could fall victim to temptation, until he saw you.

word count: 1,378

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, one-sided stepdad/stepdaughter relations (jake lusting after his stepdaughter), male masturbation (to the thought of his stepdaughter), reader is over the age of 18 (roughly mid-20′s), age gap (jake is roughly late-40′s to early-40′s), not proofread, this probably isn’t very good lmao

note: as stated in my request faqs, i don’t write stepcest. however, i'm making an exception to this rule because i wanted to explore jake’s inner turmoil in realizing his attraction to his stepdaughter without him ever taking any steps to act on such a taboo. i will not go further than this. do not send any requests asking to see him act on his desires. any such requests will not be responded to and promptly deleted.

Jake hadn’t thought much of you when he married your mother. You weren’t around much. You were going to college, lived on campus, and spent most of your days either studying or out with your friends. He only ever caught glimpses of you when you came back for winter and summer breaks (you opted to go on trips to Miami with your friends during spring breaks). Hell, he barely even saw you at the wedding. If you hadn’t been a member of bridal party, he might have forgotten you existed entirely.

But now he was painfully aware of your existence. You had just gotten your Master’s Degree and you’d been living at his and your mother’s home while you searched for a job. Your mother had said it would only be a few weeks, tops. But that was a hopeful estimate. The job market was competitive, and finding a job in your desired field was proving more difficult than expected. You’d barely gotten any interviews since your graduation. Jake was half-convinced that you’d be living with them forever.

That thought was once something he feared. And, yet, now...He wasn’t so sure.

There was something about you being home more often that had him looking at you differently. He was becoming more and more aware of the beautiful, intelligent young woman you were. He wondered if he had a type. Janey was beautiful and smart. His girlfriends in college were beautiful and smart. Your mother was beautiful and smart.

Was that why things were changing for him? Or was there something more to it? Was it how your eyes twinkled when you spoke about something you were passionate about? The way you didn’t stand down when you knew something was right? How you tried to do right, even when it was hard?

Or was it just because he knew he couldn’t have you?

You had just come back from a job interview. You were dressed professionally, in a grey blazer and pencil skirt and red blouse. You had left the house earlier looking excited, confident. Now, you looked like someone kicked a puppy.

He watched you, from the living room, nursing a beer, as you trudged into the house. “How’d it go?” he asked.

“Fucking horribly,” you grumbled. “They just, ugh. They spent more time eyeing me like I was a piece of meat than asking me questions about my qualifications.”

Jake took a moment to look over at you, his breath catching in his throat as he saw you bent over in the foyer, struggling to pull off your shoe. Wait. Why did he...No. Okay. This was nothing. Nothing weird was happening here.

“Well, you wouldn’t want to work at a place like that anyways,” he said.

“Yeah, but I know you and Mom are dying to get me out of your hair. I, I don’t know. I’ll probably have to get a job that’s not what I want. Flip burgers all day or stock shelves or something.”

“Hey, now, don’t be like that. You’re gonna get the job you want soon enough,” he said. “And even if you don’t, you’re not bothering us to be here.”

“You don’t have to lie, you know,” you said. “It’s whatever. I’ll figure it out. But, I think I’m just gonna turn in for the night.”

“It’s two in the afternoon—”

“And I’m tired. Thanks, though, for the nice words. I’ll appreciate them when I’m not in such a sour mood.”

You walked away, going up the steps to your bedroom. And, though he didn’t mean to, he watched you disappear to the second floor, his eyes trained on your ass as you walked. But the spell you had over him washed away the second you were out of sight, as if it never really happened at all.

Except, well, it wasn’t exactly gone. No, he saw you in a different light now. No longer could he just ignore your presence in his home. No, he was painfully aware of your existence, and the...attraction? he was experiencing.

He didn’t understand it. He wasn’t convinced he wanted to understand it. He just knew that something had changed. It was like he suddenly knew what the fuck his family was on when his dad was trying to get him to sleep with his own mother when Priscilla broke up with him. Why his sister was so obsessed with him, why she always tried to get him into bed with her. There was something so alluring about something so wrong. And you, you were his forbidden fruit, and he was dying to have just a little taste of you.

He tried to push it to the side, though. Forget about it. He was married. Perhaps not happily, but he was married. But the thing about pushing feelings to the side was, eventually they’re going to come roaring to the surface. And he was never going to be prepared for that.

It was the end-of-summer-pool-party his wife, your mother, insisted on throwing. He thought the whole thing was ridiculous, but she insisted that it was a neighborhood tradition and that it was their year to host. So, begrudgingly, he stood at the grill, looking out at everyone hanging around his backyard, trying his damned hardest to not grumble under his breath.

“Say, Y/N’s single, ain’t she?” one of the neighbors, some husband of your mother’s friend from the country club.

“Why?” Jake asked. “Lookin’ for an upgrade? ‘Cause you better look elsewhere.”

“Nah. My boy’s single, fresh out of law school. Actually just got a nice job down at Barber’s firm,” he said. “Was thinkin’ of settin’ them up together.”

Jake couldn’t stop himself from looking at you, the strange feeling of jealousy bubbling up in the pit of stomach. You were over by the pool, wearing a bikini that left little to the imagination, about to jump off the diving board. Did you always look like that? A vision of perfection? It made him wonder what you would look like with your face buried in his bed sheets, how your face would look when it’s all scrunched up in pleasure, and—

He shook his head, trying to come out of the daydream. “Uh, I don’t know. Don’t think she’s looking for a relationship, though.” He paused, then said, “Hey, you mind watching the grill for a couple minutes? Need to run to the bathroom.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” the husband of the whatever said.

Jake pushed past him, past the crowd of people filling his yard and his home, heading straight upstairs to the master bedroom. He wanted privacy. He wanted to just...He wasn’t sure. He didn’t understand it. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to understand it. He was just aware, too aware, of the tightness in his pants and how he wanted nothing more than to relieve himself.

He locked himself in the bedroom, laying back on the bed as he freed himself. His eyes screwed shut as he took himself in his hands, pumping his length, trying to reach his high as quick as possible.

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about you, though. How you would look in a pretty little lingerie set, kneeling on his bed, waiting for his order. Which way he would take you first—fuck your face until you were choking or eat you out until you were screaming? The coil in the pity of his stomach tightened, his orgasm fast approaching as he pictured you under him. Would he fucking in missionary, hold your hands in his, pin you down to the mattress? Or would he take you from behind, tug at your hair? He bet you’d like being spanked. Good girls like you always liked being spanked.

The coil snapped, and he saw stars, gasping, as he came harder than he ever had before. He laid there, letting himself enjoy the moment of pleasure, before slowly getting out of the bed, cleaning up the mess he had made, making sure he looked presentable when he went back downstairs.

And, as he took his spot at the grill once more, looking out at you as you floated in the pool, he knew that something like this couldn’t happen again. But, god, oh god, he wanted it to.

#jake wyler #stepdad!jake #jake wyler imagine #stepdad!jake wyler x stepdaughter!reader #jake wyler x fem!reader #jake wyler x female reader #jake wyler x reader #jake wyler x you #jake wyler x y/n #jake wyler fanfiction #jake wyler fan fiction #jake wyler fan fic #jake wyler fanfic #jake wyler fic #starrywrites #starryevermore

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jtargaryen18 · 4 years

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30 Days of Chris

The Stories

A super fantastic collection of stories about Chris and his characters. I’m just blown away. I never expected this type of response to a humble challenge. Thank you so much! We’re here until June 30th!

There are a variety of themes and story types. Mind the tags and warnings. Please read responsibly.

FICS

Andy Barber

Dirty Game @ozarkthedog

Happy Birthday, Mr. Barber @imanuglywombat

It’s Not Your Fault @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Let Me Take Care of You @donutloverxo

Little Rose @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Soaked Leather @ozarkthedog

Those Snuggles @omega-nicole (Also Curtis Everett au)

Till Death Do Us Part @star-spangled-beard-burn

Ari Levinson

Tonight I’m Yours @jtargaryen18

Chris Evans

And They’re Always Glad You Came @jennmurawski13

Awful Day @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Baby Awe @angrybirdcr

Bananas For You @angrythingstarlight

Good Morning Showers @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Happy Birthday, Baby @smediumsmeatbae

Hard to Get @jennmurawski13

Hell Hath No Fury @nachtaiwrites

I Want to Be Like You @evansxxx

Imagine Your Wedding @smediumsmeatbae

Magnetism @smediumsmeatbae

Make You Feel My Love @angrybirdcr

Pain of Being in Love @randomsevans

Pain of Being in Love Pt. 2 @randomsevans

Poor Dodger @angrythingstarlight

Practice @angrythingstarlight

Rainy Day @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

Reconcile @stargazingfangirl18

Vacation @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

We Have Lift Off @la-zerpussy

When I Feel I Can’t Go On @smediumsmeatbae

You are the Reason @angrybirdcr

You’re Never Too Old @randomsevans

Colin Shea

Goals @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Neighbor from 6A @helenaeisenhower

Curtis Everett

Little Thief @lok1sgrl

To Forget @trillian-anders

Treason Train @threeminutesoflife

Frank Adler

Close @trillian-anders

Hayden (Harvard Hottie)

Bookends @evansweaters

Jake Jensen

Hot Girl Bummer @jtargaryen18

Hot Girl Bummer Pt 2 @jtargaryen18

Too Loose and You’ll Lose It @what-is-your-plan-today @icanfeelastormbrewing

Jake Wyler

Tainted Love @nbarnes

Johnny Storm

Bad Idea @stargazingfangirl18

Fantastic Flamer @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Ice Blue Panties @jtargaryen18

Sweet Surprise @stargazingfangirl18

Kyle

Class Fight @nbarnes

Lucas Lee

So A Guy Walks Into a Bar @trillian-anders

Me (Playing it Cool)

We Gotta Watch the Wet Bandits @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Mike Weiss

Love the Way You LIe @donutloverxo

Nick Vaughan

The Look @denisemarieangelina

Paul Diskant

First Day @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Ransom Drysdale

Baby Driver @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Criminal @trillian-anders

Guidance @donutloverxo

Remember to Forget Me @angrythingstarlight

You Can’t Be Serious @randomsevans

Robert Pronge “Mr. Freezy”

Cold as Ice @hettie-drysdale

Crazy About You @donutloverxo

Pretty Baby @jtargaryen18

Pretty Baby pt 2 @jtargaryen18

Daddy Can’t Save You Now, Princess @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Steve Rogers

A First Goodbye @whateveriwant

Acceptance @nekoannie-chan

Another Dimension @nekoannie-chan

Another Night In @beetlejuicelover

Another Night In Pt 2 @beetlejuicelover

Birthday Fun @donutloverxo

Blood Roses @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Charm-ed @nekoannie-chan

College Sweetheart @star-spangled-beard-burn

The Club @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Destiny @nekoannie-chan

Down With the Ship @brooklyn-1918

Elevator Dings @americasass91

Esperando @nekoannie-chan

The Fashion Show @denisemarieangelina

Finger Painting @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

Fluffy Alphabet @donutloverxo

The Habit @randomsevans

The Habit pt 2 @randomsevans

His @omega-nicole

Ice Cream Date @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

I’m a Slave 4 U @ne-gans

June 13th @cevansgirl

Mommy Dearest @donutloverxo

Murder, He Wrote @sophiria

No Good To My Heart, Darlin @omega-nicole

Not a Lady @donutloverxo

Old-Fashioned Man @denisemarieangelina

The One Thing You Can’t See @myoxisbroken

Ready of Not @navybrat817

Regrets @nekoannie-chan

Reunited @stargazingfangirl18

Rose @randomsevans

Ruby Digits @whateveriwant

Shy @nekoannie-chan

Soft @omega-nicole

Special Delivery @chrisevansdaddycap

Stay @omega-nicole

Still His @omega-nicole

Stolen Raindrops @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

Sweet Surprise @suzieqsez

Where You Belong @chuuulip

Wildest Dreams @angrythingstarlight

Words @omega-nicole

Worthy @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

ART

Finger Painting (Moodboard) Fic by @chris-evans-indian-fanfic Art by @donutloverxo

Ice Cream Date (Moodboard) Fic by @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho Art by @donutloverxo

#30DaysofChris2020 #Masterlist #JTargaryen18's June Challenge

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iloveart06 · 2 years

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I have chosen what the reader should be for the Jake Wyler fanfic and it is...Innocent nerdy reader 😇

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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I can’t think of just one. I think of multiple ones. Mostly for the characters that I don’t see a lot of fanfics for or never see fics for like Scott Lang, Jake Wyler, and Sam Wilson.

I like to hear that! I love writing for the big boys (bucky, steve, etc.) but it's fun to expand my horizons and I'm glad that sticks out to people

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hettiesworld · 6 years

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Requests are open!

Requests are open for Chris Evans + his characters!

That includes:

Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie)

Bryce (Fierce People)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Nick Gant (Push)

Mike Weiss (Puncture)

Ryan (Cellular)

Narrator (Playing It Cool)

Mace (Sunshine)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim vs the World)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Nick Vaughan (Before We Go)

Colin Shea (What’s Your Number?)

Paul Diskant (Street Kings)

Syd (London)

Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries)

Kyle (The Perfect Score)

And some others I forgot....

@averyrogers83 @sweetness47 @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics @princess-evans-addict @imamotherfuckingstar-lord @caplansteverogers @avengersthotty @fuckinsteverogers @thisismysecrethappyplace @katiew1973 @lostinthoughtsandfeelings @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @heather-lynn @prettyyoungtragedy @daphne-fandom-writing @marvul-imagines @angryschnauzer @prplprincez

#chris evans #other chris evans characters as well #requests #drabbles

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replacewythy · 6 years

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Totally Reprise Episode 77

"The air conditioner's broken, I'm dying." "Oh, it's November." "Yeah, it's Texas." "How is Jersey, is it bad?" "I hear everything is legal there." "Ashley just wants to go to the source of all yuri." Luke this is too many podcasts "I don't know, I've got like 5 more Christopher Nolan movies to explain the plot of to you." Oh I didn't see the anti-Clover picture, goddamn "I can't believe I'm grading episodes of Totally Spies, what has happened to me?" I can't even fucking believe that they have not drawn Tim Scam the same way or given him the same voice actor once, how is this even possible "She tried to harvest people's skin!" "Sean, I do want to take a step back here and correct you, you said that you know, Myrna Beesbottom tried to marry Jerry, you know, she tried to merrance Jerrance." "I want to know how Myrna Beesbottom came up with this fucking idea." YEAH IT'S WEIRD "Two out of these three dudes have okay names." "Wyler's also my favorite of these three boys, but we'll get to it." I hate Wyler I thought Eoin Colfer's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy thing was alright. Now, The Supernaturalists, fuck that one. "Why are we talking about the Flintstones again?" "They're gonna make me wear the old uniform, Terrance. That's built for a small boy, Terrance. It's not gonna fit me, Terrance." "Oh God, no! Sean, no!" Good Less Than Jake cover band names in here, I will submit 'Exclusive Or Jake' "Alex pops out of the sewer, and she has gone approximately 6 feet away from where she was before." "If you don't think WOOHP has conference call technology, I don't know what to tell you." "I'll say this about the episode, it has a lot of Mandy and that's very good." hell YEAH it does "And they are now in a different car than any of the three cars we've seen before." goddamnit "Why do these weird replicant men need rooms?" "Good question." "I thought amber was the color of energy." "Whyy are they vampirrrrrrrrrrres?" "I made a fan with no fan, bye you fuckhead." "This vacuum cleaner can lift up a bowling ball, just THINK of what it can do with your penis." "When these boys slide into your DMs, it's something." "Why hate GLADIS when you could spend that energy hating Jerry?" "Clover tries to blow up Jerry's dick." See I've been saying this whole time Clover's the best. "Listen, blood hates lights. We know this." "She's not wearing pants. There's no way she's wearing pants." Sean's talking about Europa, and by the way, attempt no landings there. I love that there were multiple youtube comments about how bad of a name Wyler is. Luke is saying all of the podcasts weird, I don't know why. "Burt is such a good guy. He's so nice." "Listen, he made a mistake." How much of Pizza Party is crossover fanfic? OH THIS NEXT EPISODE

#totallyreprise #audioentropy #recapwythy

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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This thot just popped into my head: Frat bros! Jake Wyler and Johnny Storm 😍🤤

Imagine those to together, both star football players, stubborn, huge egos that's not the only thing that's huge, and have definitely shared women in the past 👀 I can see them being best friends but also having a low-key rivalry or something

Maybe they start chasing after reader not knowing that they're both interested in the same girl?

- 🦔

I found this in my drafts from my #underrated daddy party 🫡🫡

🌟 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"She's already here, I didn't have the chance to tell her I was gonna be late."

"Me too." Jake huffs, unable to stand still as he searches for you. "Hope she isn’t too upset.”

Two pairs of blue eyes land on you from across the park, you're clad in a short skirt and the college hoodie, helping to decorate a booth.

"There she is." The friends chorused at the same time, roughly bumping shoulders when they try to walk to you. They turn to each other, mirroring confuses frowns. "That's her?" “That’s my girl?” “No fucking way she’s yours—”

As if on cue: "There you guys are! I've been looking for you both all day!" You beam, wrapping your arms around them, or trying to—they were both towers packed with muscles. "I thought I'd have to take your place at the kissing booth."

Over their fucking dead bodies.

"Sorry... I got caught up with practice." Jake murmurs.

Behind your back, they exchange glares, silently arguing about what the hell is happening. This was kicked-in-the-damn-balls ridiculous.

"Thanks again for helping with the fundraiser. I know you both have other things to do, but y'know, having the football co-captains be the face of a kissing booth is bound to bring in more people."

"Right," is all Jake manages, but Johnny is quick to swoop in. "No problem, babe, I still owe you for those exam notes."

Jake bites back a scowl, and counteracts by wrapping an arm around your shoulders, tugging you close. "Are you going to be one of our customers today?"

"Oh, I don't know..." You answer, looking anywhere but the six-foot tall men crowding you. "I don't want to make things weird."

"It won't be." They can’t seem to stop saying things at the same fucking time.

"C'mon, it's for charity. Do you want all the vulnerable animals to… uh, get upset?”

Jake was a dumbass, and Johnny has never been more thankful for that. He leans down, a smirk set on his face.

"You want all of them to be packed into overcrowded shelters? And get sick? I didn't peg you to be a puppy and kitten hater.”

"I'm not!” You pout, hearing your name from the other side of the park. As the main organizer for the fundraiser, you've been running around all day. "Ugh, fine! But only when it's over and you guys aren't kissed to death.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 (ma chaton)

valentine's day masterlist - car sex & sex in the woods

summary - your boyfriend jake takes you rollerskating for valentine's day.

warning - slight angst.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

“Hey, kitten, are you ready to go?” Jake stops and stares, his mouth dropping open as he looks at your outfit. Drool is practically coming out from his mouth, his eyes slowly dragging down your body, taking in the pretty short white dress with light grey flowers. “Maybe we should stay home? I mean, we could go out tomorrow?”

You giggle, pushing your glasses up as you look at your tall boyfriend. “No, baby. You promised me something special for today… And I finally get to wear my new dress.” You pout, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

Jake pouts, looking at you sadly. “Aren’t I something special? And I could think of a few things we could do while your in that dress.” He moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and staring at your face. “What do you say, kitten?” He watches sadness fill your eyes as a sigh escapes you. You nod, about to pull away to get ready to stay home yet again, until Jake pulls you back. “I’m joking, kitten. C’mon, we have places to be.”

You look up at him sceptically. “Are you sure? You seemed like you really wanted to stay home.” He leans down and places a kiss on your head, dragging you along and out of the room, an arm securely wrapped around your waist.

“Shh, kitten. I don’t want my baby to be upset. I’d do anything to make you happy.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before opening the car door for you and clipping your seatbelt. Jake quickly jogs to the other side and gets in, one hand resting on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel as he drives. “You’ll love what I picked!” He smiles, pulling into the parking lot of the place.

A giant smile appears on yours as you notice the flashing sign. “You’re taking me rollerskating?!” Jake nods, and you squeal, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt before you dive across and onto his lap. Smothering his handsome face with kisses, “Oh, baby! I love you so much!” Jake smirks, cupping your cheeks as his lips move with yours.

He pulls back and reaches into the backseat, smiling as he grabs the box and brings it to the front. “I got you these as well!” You gasp as he opens the box, showing a pair of pastel pink rollerskates.

You reach forward and grab them, tearing up a little. “Baby… They’re so pretty! Thank you!” You peck his lips before the both of you decide to get out of the car and head inside the building. Jake comes around and holds your hand, helping you put your shoes on before putting his on.

As the two of you skate, he holds onto you as you both make cool moves. You break into a bunch of giggles as he falls over. Jake glares playfully, getting up and chasing you. “Oh yeah, kitten? You think that was funny? Wait till I catch you!”

“Ahh, no! Jake! Don’t you dare!” You giggle more, skating away from him. A squeal escapes you as he catches you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him. Jake attacks you with kisses and tickles. “Okay! Okay!”

He pulls back and smiles down at you. “I love you, kitten.”

You rest your hands on his chest and smile up at him. “I love you too, baby.”

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onsunnyside · 2 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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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.

𝗝𝗮𝘄𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿! 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀 | @bookwormchick91

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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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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