#male reader x jake dillinger

[undercoveravenger]

Cute Faces

Pairing: Jake Dillinger x Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “Do you still do Be more Chill? Cause I would like to request for Jake with the Sweaters prompt. [sweaters- “Don’t show that cute face to just anyone.”]

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You were no stranger to the massive parties hosted at Jake Dillinger’s house, but this was definitely the first time that you’d found yourself to be the center of attention at one. You’d just been lounging on one of the large couches that had been pushed up against one wall of the living room having a conversation with Brooke when Jake came and dropped down to sit next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

Brooke hesitated for only a moment, but something in Jake's gaze must have solidified her decision as she quickly muttered something about finding Chloe and abandoned her place beside you, leaving you alone with Jake.

"Some party, huh?" You said eventually, more to break the ever heavier silence than anything else.

Jake shrugged, studying you intensely. "It's the same as the rest," he said dismissively. "What's going on with you and Brooke?"

You blinked, surprised by his question. The two of you talked now and then, but there'd never been more than a casual acquaintanceship between you and Brooke. You'd assumed that was as plain to see from the outside as it was to you. "Nothing? She's nice and we talk sometimes, but I'm not sure how that's your business anyway?"

Jake's usual smile returned, cheeks dimpling with his happiness. He shrugged, tightening his loose hold over your shoulders to draw you a little closer to him. "I just don't want you to show that cute face to just anyone."

You opened your mouth to reply but found yourself stopping short. Cute? Jake Dillinger thought you were cute?

Your confusion must have been clear because Jake let out a boisterous laugh, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your cheek before standing up from the couch. His hand slipped down your arm until he could take your hand in his and tug you gently to your feet. "Dance with me, cutie?" he asked imploringly, wide brown eyes fixated on you.

And really, how were you supposed to say no when you had someone like Jake Dillinger asking you for a dance?

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WHY DO FUCKIND RICH GORANSKI X REASDERS NOT EXIST I NEED HIM TO SURVIVE HES MY FUCKUFG OX Y G E N

#liKE HONESTLY #I👏NEED👏RICH👏GORANSKI👏X👏READERS #aND A TRANS MALE READER FOR ONCE WOULD BE GREAT I HATE READING FROM A GIRLS PERSPECTIVE #SAME WITH JAKE #I NEED JAKE DILLINGER X READERS #no onE MAKES THEM #iM SALTY #UGghHHhhhhhHHHHHHHH

[ao3feed-bemorechill]

Rich Goranski: Ultimate Wingman

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GDsI7B

by UndercoverAvenger

Rich finds out that his best bro has a crush and makes it his mission to get him a date.

Words: 1460, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jake Dillinger, Rich Goranski

Relationships: Jake Dillinger/Reader, Jake Dillinger/Male!Reader

Additional Tags: male!reader, MALE READER INSERT, male!reader x be more chill, reader x be more chill

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GDsI7B

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[undercoveravenger]

Strung Out

Pairing: Jake Dillinger X Soulmate!Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “I love bmc! I really like Jake could you maybe do a Jake x male reader soulmate au? Idc which one I just love Jake uwu”

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“I can’t believe him!” Chloe raged as she threw herself down on your bed, a nail file clenched in one hand while she gestured wildly with the other. “Who the hell does Jake think he is saying he wants to break up with me because he doesn’t think we’re soulmates?!”

You shrugged, hardly even looking up from the Algebra homework you were doing, “Gee, it’s almost like he doesn’t want to lead you on since he doesn’t think you’re soulmates. What a jerk.”

You could feel the scathing glare your best friend was sending you burning a hole in your back, but eventually she sighed and turned to stare up at your ceiling. “You’re right, I guess. I just wish he could see just how good we could be together instead of getting hung up on the whole fate thing.” There was a moment of silence before a creeping sense of wrongness began to wash over you, “Hey (M/N),” Chloe started slyly.

“No,” you snapped, finally looking up from your homework. “I don’t know what you’re about to ask but the answer is no.”

Chloe rolled her eyes, scooting closer to you and looking up at you pleadingly. “C’mon, you can actually see the Red String, right? That means you can also change it! Can’t you just, like, tie me and Jake’s strings? Please?”

“Chloe, he has another soulmate, I can’t just cut strings because I feel like it! There are consequences!” You had to hope that she’d just accept what you said but knowing how stubborn your best friend was didn’t instill much confidence.

She let out a disappointed sigh, looking down at her hands, “I just wanted him to see that we could be happy together, even if we weren’t going to be together forever.”

You’d both known it would come to this. You’d never been able to tell Chloe no when you knew she was genuinely upset about something, and now certainly was no exception. “I’ll look into it. If he’s going to meet his soulmate soon, we’re going to stay out of it. If he’s got a long time before then, I can try to twist your strings together. That’s all I’m going to promise, though.”

Chloe let out a delighted squeal and threw herself at you for a hug. You were glad to have been able to cheer her up from her and Jake’s most recent break up, but you couldn’t help feeling like you were going to regret this.

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The day that you finally managed to find Jake Dillinger away from the crowds of students that tended to flock around him, he’d been staying after to rehearse for the school play and had just left the theater with his best friend. He’d been locked in a high-energy conversation with the shorter brunet and waving his hands in the air to emphasize his point when you saw it. The twisting, slightly tangled red thread that was looped up and tied around his left ring finger.

You bit off a short sigh as you dutifully followed the length of it with your eyes, measuring the length of it and mentally converting it into the years and miles until he met his soulmate. Except you found yourself coming up short. Where the string should have had dozens and dozens more knots and tangles, it didn’t. It just kept going until it reached your own hand, where the other end of the string coiled and tied into a bow on your finger, like the universe had just presented you some immaculate gift.

It took you a few seconds to fully comprehend the situation. Jake Dillinger, the boy your best friend had been crushing on and then having a torrential on-again off-again relationship with for years, was Tied to you. Jake Dillinger was your soulmate.

You found yourself biting your lip and reaching out for your string with the intention of cutting it and replacing it with Chloe’s later. You knew you were probably going to regret your decision later, but now that you knew that the only one that would be suffering if you retied Jake's string was you? It made it much easier to wrap your fingers around the scarlet thread and straighten out a length of it to cut.

You'd just steeled your nerves and readied yourself to sever the bind between the two of you when a firm yank from the other end of the thread wrenched it from your grip. You looked up, shocked, only to meet the irritated chocolate eyes of your soulmate. 

"I was hoping you'd at least meet me before you tried to dump me," Jake joked, fingers wrapped so tightly around the string that his knuckles had gone white.

"You- you can see it too?" Really, you shouldn't have been surprised; you were soulmates. Surely, if one of you could see and interact with the string, the odds of him being able to do the same were pretty likely.

The brunet grinned sheepishly, giving the thread connecting the two of you another pointed tug, "Only sometimes. When I have a connection with someone, I can see their threads. It's why I broke up with Chloe. You're her friend, right? She probably asked you to cut my string, but lucky for us, it just brought us together anyway."

You couldn't help but look at the way the string stretched between you, linking you to him. "How did you know?"

"I could feel it," he hummed softly, taking a few steps closer. "There was this… tightness and I could tell that there was something wrong, so I followed it and it led me back to you."

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[undercoveravenger]

Light Up My World

Pairing: Jake Dillinger x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “I am delighted that you know BMC!! Can I request a one shot of Jakey D with an s/l that’s not the most liked in the school, if that’s okay with you!”

A/N: Y’all don’t understand how excited I get when someone knows Be More Chill, let alone when someone requests it. So the fact that I have two requests for Jake in my inbox?? I’m LIVING for it. (Now if only someone will give me an excuse to write for Michael or Rich lol) Thank you to the requester!

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The first time Jake saw you it was at the first rehearsal for the play. You had been sitting in the circle with the rest of the actors, but you never actually read any lines. You were just sitting there with a copy of the script balanced on your lap as you scribbled notes in the margins of the pages.

He had been planning on coming over to talk to you once rehearsal was over, but as soon as Mr. Reyes dismissed the cast, you were shoving your script in your bag and the auditorium doors were slamming closed behind you.

It had taken Jake a second to push aside his disappointment and reassume his typically bright grin as his friends flocked around him, clamoring for his attention.

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The brunet tried to intercept you a few more times, but to no avail. Whenever he was finally about to talk to you, he’d be interrupted. Either you’d be busy and disappear or his friends would ambush him, and you’d be gone by time he managed to free himself. 

You were always at rehearsals, at least, which gave Jake ample time to try and think of what to say to you when he actually did talk to you. He wondered whether asking you out the first time you spoke would be too fast or if it would be weird of him to tell you he thought it was cute the way you bit your lip when you were thinking or that he really liked that band tee you wore that one time, not necessarily that he liked the band, but that he really liked the way it stretched tight across your shoulders and chest. He was dying to be able to talk to you, but it was definitely much harder to ask out a guy than a girl.

But Jake was determined. One way or another, he’d find a way to ask you out.

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When Jake finally found the time to approach you, it was during his free period one day. He had told Mr. Reyes that he could stop in and help the tech students for a while before he had to go to his Model UN meeting.

When he wandered into the Drama classroom, the first thing he saw was you standing at the front of a group of six or seven other students with a clipboard, seemingly delegating tasks. He joined the group, standing near the back.

“Alright, everyone knows what needs done today,” you said, not even bothering to look up from your clipboard. “Let’s get it done.” With that, the group dissipated, people branching off to do what you’d asked them to, muttering amongst themselves.

Jake stepped up as you turned toward the door. “Hey,” he called after you, grinning sheepishly when you finally looked up at him. “I came in a little late. What do you want me to help with?”

You looked him up and down for a moment before sighing, “Normally, I’d make you help moving set pieces since you’ve clearly got the physique for it.” Jake knew he had an impressive set of muscles, but the way you said it made him feel less like the king of Middleborough High and more like he’d been appraised like a piece of meat taken to the butcher. “But since they’re being painted right now, I guess you can come help me with lighting.” As soon as you finished speaking, you turned on your heel and headed out of the room, leading the way to the Auditorium.

The brunet nodded brightly, determined not to let your dismissal get to him. “Okay, I can do that! You might have to give me some more specific instructions though,” he couldn’t help the wide grin that took over his features as he trailed after you.

You shrugged, pulling a ring of keys from your pocket as you came to a stop outside the Auditorium doors and unlocking them. You held the door open for Jake before entering yourself, second-naturedly stepping around the end of a row of chairs and heading for the door to a small room at the back of the theater so you could flip on the work lights.

“You have keys to the Auditorium?” Jake called after you, hesitant to follow you until the lights had come on. Once he could actually see, he trailed after you, pausing at the doorframe.

“Of course,” you muttered, grabbing a few tools and shoving them into your pockets before pushing past Jake and heading for the stage. “I’m the Stage Manager. I have to be able to get in to make sure shit gets done and Mr. Reyes isn’t always on campus when the class needs to work on sets and tech.”

Jake nodded a little, standing on stage as he watched you make your way over to one of the thick ropes lining the wall and use the pulley to lower one of the bars of rigging until it would be within reach. You then made your way back over, gesturing for Jake to come join you so you could show him how to slip a gel over the end of the spot so the lighting would be a different color when turned on.

You were explaining which lights needed to be which colors when Jake slipped up. “Would this be a bad time to tell you that you light up my world?” The look on your face was enough to convince Jake that he’d messed up and he was about to apologize when you cut him off.

“Did you just try to flirt with me using a One Direction reference?” You rolled your eyes, ducking under the bar so you could work on a spotlight with a burnt-out bulb, “Does that actually work on the girls you hit on?”

Jake winced, knowing you probably only saw him as a playboy, “Honestly, I don’t really flirt much. Just with people I really like.”

You bit out a laugh, keeping your eyes on the bulb you were replacing, “Then I assume you were just joking.”

“Why would I have been joking?” 

You looked at him like it should have been obvious, “Nobody likes me, Jake.” You didn’t seem upset by the idea, just kind of… resigned. As Jake watched, you shrugged it off and turned back to the spot, turning a few bolts to secure it and slipping a colored gel over the lens.

“That can’t be true.” Jake was confused. Sure, while he hadn’t exactly seen you talking to anyone during rehearsals and you were quick to leave when they were done, he was sure you had your own circle of friends outside of the drama department. 

“And why’s that?” You retorted, rolling your eyes again as you moved onto the next light. “You ever seen me at one of your ‘killer’ parties? Ever seen me hanging out with anyone?” You let out a derisive snort, “Didn’t think so.”

Jake hesitated, knowing that he was about to make himself more vulnerable than he’d ever been. He forced himself to move, standing in front of you so you had to pay attention to him. “Because I like you. A hell of a lot, actually.”

You blinked up at him, clearly shocked by his admission. “You need to raise your standards then.” Your eyes dropped back to the lights in front of you. 

“Fine, I’ll prove it.” Jake was quick to duck under the bar to join you on your side, gently pulling the gel from your hands and setting it aside. He took your face in his hands gently, like he was afraid you’d break, and leaned in to kiss you.

It was just the barest press of lips, hardly even a whisper of a kiss, but Jake was still thrilled when it was over, especially when he noticed the bright flush on your cheeks.

“See?” He grinned at you, “I meant it when I said you light up my world.”

You groaned, shoving him lightly, though you were still grinning a little. “If I agree to go out with you, will you stop quoting boy bands at me?”

Jake paused like he was thinking about it before letting out a thoughtful hum, slipping his arms around your midsection as you tried to get back to work. “Fine, no more One Direction,” he paused to press a little kiss to your cheek before wandering back to where he’d been working.

While you were still a little more prickly than Jake had been anticipating and he hadn’t exactly been smooth about asking you out, he was still thrilled that you’d agreed. Besides, there were plenty more love songs he could pester you with.

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[undercoveravenger]

Rich Goranski: Ultimate Wingman

Ship: Jake Dillinger x Male!Reader

Fandom: Be More Chill

Requested: No

Summary: Rich finds out that his best bro has a crush and makes it his mission to get Jake a date.

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It was just another morning and Rich had just asked Jake what’d gone on the previous weekend with Madeline. He was in the process of responding when his gaze caught on one of his classmates stopping to talk to a guy in a striped shirt and one in a red hoodie and he found himself trailing off.

Rich raised an eyebrow, “Jake?” he prompted. “Dude, snap out of it,” he snapped his fingers in front of his friend’s face, jerking him out of his stupor.

“Huh?” Jake shook his head, “Oh, uh, I shouldn’t say. But it’s a good thing I rock at pool,” he grinned, hoping his response would be enough to distract his shorter friend from his out of character actions.

Rich looked at him blankly for a moment, “What the hell was that about?”

Jake turned away, fixing his gaze on the lock of his locker, spinning the combination into it distractedly, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me, Dillinger,” Rich grinned, “I’m your best friend; I know when you’ve got a secret to hide.”

Jake sighed, switching out his textbooks for the ones he’d need for his first couple of classes, “You’ve got a free period third, right?” Rich nodded and Jake continued, running a hand through his hair, “Okay. Meet me in the theater third and I’ll tell you what’s going on.” He closed his locker, turning away as the bell rang and making his way toward his first-period Biology class.

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Jake shot a surreptitious glance around, making sure that the other members of the technical theater class were busy so they wouldn’t overhear his and Rich’s conversation. He was standing in the middle of the stage while one of the other students adjusted the positioning of the spotlights for the upcoming show. “You’ve got to promise that you’re not going to tell anyone,” Jake demanded.

Rich nodded distractedly, watching intently as a few of the other students carried a large set piece onto the stage. “Sure thing, man; you���re secret’s safe with me.”

Jake’s brows furrowed as he tried to figure out how to put his thoughts into words, “Say there’s this person you pass in the hall every day; you’ve know them since Seventh grade. You’re used to thinking about them in a certain way from the persona that they display.” He took a deep breath, knowing that what he was about to say could drive a huge wedge into he and Rich’s friendship, “And then something changes, and he changes from a dude that I’d never be into, into a guy that I’d kinda be into.”

Rich turned to face Jake completely, eyebrows raised as he processed his friend’s phrasing. “Jakey-D?”

Jake looked away guiltily, “I know I never said anything about liking guys or anything but-”

“You bitch!” Rich exclaimed, sitting upright to glare at Jake, “You have a crush on somebody and you didn’t tell me!”

Jake blinked, “That’s what you’re concerned about?”

“Of course that’s what I’m concerned about! Dude, I’m your wingman, remember?” Rich pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ve got to tell me who it is!”

“Do I have to?” Jake asked nervously. He moved to run his hand through his hair but paused when his eyes caught on the object of his affections. He smiled lightly as the (h/c) walked across the stage, helping Michael and Dustin carry another large set piece. Jake’s breath caught in his throat as he turned around after setting down the wooden structure, locking eyes with Jake. (M/N)’s lips quirked up in a grin and he waved at the two of them before following Michael and Dustin back to find more set pieces.

“No, not really,” Rich chuckled, “The starstruck look on your face says enough. Why haven’t you just gone and talked to him?”

Jake shrugged, lowering his gaze, “I never knew him that well, so I guess I’m just nervous to just go up to him and start talking. Like, I had him pegged as kind of a nerd so I didn’t pay much attention to him, and then he joined one of the clubs that I’m in and I got to see more of his personality and now I kind of just can’t not notice him?”

Rich rolled his eyes, “Dude, you’re basically the king of the school; he’d be crazy to say no if you asked him out.”

“I don’t even know if he likes guys, let alone me!” Jake protested.

Rich’s gaze darted over to the door where the Jake’s newly-revealed crush had just reentered with another chunk of the soon-to-be set. “No better time to find out, right?” he grinned as he slipped away from his friend and towards the male, ignoring Jake’s protests.

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“Need a hand?” Rich smiled, taking an edge of the platform and helping him lift it onto the pile of other flats.

(M/N) shot him a thankful grin, dusting his hands off as he looked down at the pile of timber, “This should be enough for now,” he muttered to himself. His brows furrowed as he looked back up, realizing who Rich really was. “No offense, but what’re you doing here? I mean, you’re not in this class or anything…”

Rich shrugged, shooting a glance over his shoulder at Jake, who was studiously pretending he wasn’t paying attention to their conversation, “I had a free period and my friend needed me.” He grinned awkwardly, “I know this is kinda awkward of me to ask since we don’t really talk, but are you single?”

(M/N) blinked, brows furrowing as he processed Rich’s question, “Yeah?” He cleared his throat, glancing away awkwardly, “I mean, if this is you asking me out or something, I’m flattered but I’d have to decline.”

Rich snorted, “No worries, dude; I wasn’t asking for me. See, there’s this guy that I’m friends with-”

“What were we talking about?” Jake asked loudly as he swung an arm over Rich’s shoulder, effectively interrupting him.

“Just the fact that you have a crus-” Jake elbowed Rich in the ribs, stopping him from finishing his sentence.

(M/N) chuckled, breaking the two of them out of their bickering, “Let me guess, Jake was the friend you were talking about, wasn’t he?”

Rich nodded, “Yep. I’m not sure how long it’s been going on for but he really likes you.”

Jake could feel himself flushing bright red and he lowered his gaze, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground so he didn’t have to see his crush’s reaction. “Look, I didn’t want to make things weird or anything. We can just go on not talking and pretending this never happened, and I’ll get over it eventually or-”

“I’ll give you a chance,” (M/N) interrupted.

“Excuse me?” Jake’s eyebrows raised and he looked up at the (h/c) in confusion.

(M/N) shrugged, “I said I’ll give you a chance.” He grinned, running a hand through his hair as he spoke, “There’s no reason why I shouldn’t; I mean, it’s not like you’ve ever been rude to me or anything, and no one can deny that you’re attractive.”

He hadn’t thought it was possible but Jake knew that his blush was darkening, the pale red tone making his face feel warm. He opened and closed his mouth, but he couldn’t seem to find the words to express what he was thinking. Rich beamed next to him, nearly bouncing in place in excitement, “Are you free this Saturday?” Rich asked.

(M/N) shook his head, “I’ve got to help finish the rough build of the set that day, but maybe a movie Friday night?”

Rich nodded quickly, “He’s free then! Can he have your number so you two can get your date figured out once the shock wears off?”

“Yeah, of course,” (M/N) replied, pulling out a crumpled receipt out of his pocket and scribbling down his phone number. He handed it to Rich as the bell rang and he shot Jake a grin, leaning in and pressing a light kiss to his cheek before making his way out of the auditorium.

Another moment passed before Jake was able to speak, “What just happened?” he asked softly, bringing a hand up to brush lightly against his cheek where he’d been kissed.

Rich grinned smugly, brandishing the slip of paper proudly, “I, being your best friend and the world’s best wingman, just got you a date with the dude of your dreams.”

Jake laughed disbelievingly, dragging his friend closer to ruffle his hair fondly, “You’re the best, Rich.”

Rich hummed quietly, reaching up to rearrange the red streak in his hair and leading Jake towards their next class, “I know I am.”

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[undercoveravenger]

Shy

Pairing: Jake Dillinger x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “Hi could I request a jake dillinger x male reader where the reader keeps becoming a blushing mess every time Jake starts talking to him. And Jake just thinks he’s shy”

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When Jake was paired up with the quiet guy from the back of the class for a project in his Biology class, he was sure it was going to go poorly. He’d noticed him before, of course; he wasn’t nearly as oblivious as people seemed to think he was, but whenever he did, the (h/c) always seemed to be turning away or hurriedly shifting his gaze elsewhere. He’d even caught him trying to convince the teacher to switch who they were partnered with.

And now, even sitting right across the table from each other in the school’s library to work on their project, Jake still couldn’t even get him to talk to him. He’d opened and closed his mouth to approach the subject a few times, but always found himself deciding against it.

The (h/c) sighed, dropping his pencil and scrubbing a hand over his eyes. “I’m gonna go grab a few more books,” his partner muttered, pushing back his chair and moving to get up.

“Did I do something?” Jake asked before he could stop himself again. He continued when he noticed how puzzled his partner looked, “To make you hate me so much. Did I do something to cause it?”

The (h/c)’s brows furrowed and he slowly settled back into his seat, watching Jake warily. “What made you think I hated you?”

Jake’s gaze dropped to the book in front of him, the words on the page blurring before his eyes. It was only natural for the (h/c) to be confused; it was unlikely he hated someone he’d never had a conversation with, after all. He shrugged, “You’re always looking away if I look at you and avoiding eye contact and you only ever say the bare minimum to me and even now, you look like you want to be literally anywhere else.”

“I… don’t hate you,” (M/N) replied slowly, still avoiding Jake’s eyes. “I can understand how you might’ve thought that, but I don’t hate you.” Jake was confused, brows furrowing over chocolate eyes as he watched his partner, “Then why…?”

(M/N) sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to decide how to respond. “I like you, okay? I have for a while, but I was too shy to say anything.”

He was just… shy? Well, that definitely made Jake feel better, but what about his other admission? Jake knew almost nothing about the (h/c), so he knew he didn’t share the same feelings yet, but that didn’t mean that they wouldn’t come eventually…

The (h/c) shook his head with a sigh, pushing himself back to his feet. “Forget it. You can go back to pretending I don’t exist. I’m going to go get those books.”

“I don’t want to,” Jake called after him, slowly getting to his feet when he realized that his words had been enough to stop the (h/c) in his tracks. “I don’t want to forget that you exist or that you have feelings for me.” He made his way around the table quickly, moving to stand behind you, “And if you let me, I want to see if I feel that way about you too.”

(M/N) slowly turned to face him, arms crossed and a hesitant look on his face, “What exactly are you proposing?”

Jake shrugged, grinning slightly as he met the (h/c)’s gaze, “Go out with me? Maybe dinner and a movie sometime?” The brunet’s grin widened when (M/N)’s cheeks darkened with a flustered blush, enamored with the look of embarrassed confusion painted over his features.

“F-fine,” the (h/c) forced out, ducking his head so his blushing wasn’t as apparent. “But if I don’t have a good time, then I’m never speaking to you again.”

Jake caught his hand before he could turn on his heel and vanish into the bookshelves like he so clearly wanted to, raising it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles, “Don’t worry. I promise you won’t regret giving me a chance.”

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