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pairing: sim jake x fem!reader

genres: fluff, angst, crack, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, high school au

wc: 2k

warnings: profanity, mc has mommy issues that are mentioned very briefly. i think that’s all but lmk if you want me to add smth!!

prompt: “i don’t understand why you’re acting this way.”

note: i’m sorry the title is kinda shit i cannot come up w good + relevant ones for the life of me and google was not helping BOOO but tysm for requesting anon and i hope you like the drabble!! feedback is always appreciated; i’d love to know what everything thinks :”)

dialogue prompt event

You had been avoiding Jake Sim.

Considering the fact that he was your best friend, the task was proving to be just as difficult as you had expected it to be.

Maybe even more so. He was surprisingly very clingy—something you had failed to notice in your friendship of four years.

As you turned the corner of the school library’s hallway, your eyes trained on the ground, you felt an arm being thrown around your neck.

You tensed at the contact and took a sharp breath.

“Where have you been today?” Jake questioned casually. “I’ve been searching for you everywhere. And did you buy new clothes? I’ve never seen these before. I gotta say I like this look on you.”

Damn it.

You’d thought wearing a brand-new outfit would make it easier for you to hide from him. You’d even gone as far as wearing a cap and letting your hair down so it could conceal your face. Your teachers had been on your ass for wearing the accessory all day long.

Trying to fight the blush creeping up your neck, you shrugged him off as subtly as you could and put some distance between your bodies. “I’ve been around.”

“Okay.” Jake dragged out the word. You didn’t need to glance at him to know he was frowning. “You’re coming over tonight though, right? There’s a new Riverdale episode out for us to slander. Also my mom’s making lasagne and she told me to tell you to stay over.”

There was no way you could say no to that. Subjecting yourselves to an hour of terrible screenwriting to criticise it was basically a tradition and bonding exercise for both of you.

Turning Jake down would instantly make him suspicious, which would lead to him asking questions. You were a lot of things, and being a terrible liar was one of them.

Jake was a lot of things too, and being an absolute busybody was one of them. He’d push and push and push until you told him the truth.

And you couldn’t possibly confess that you had a gigantic crush on him.

Not only would it put your relationship in jeopardy in case he didn’t reciprocate your feelings (which you were pretty sure he didn’t), but the confirmed rejection would literally tear you apart from the inside.

You’d rather pine after him and be content with being his best friend than chase after some stupid fantasy. Unfortunately, pining sucked ass, especially when the one you wanted but couldn’t have was always hanging around you.

So, you’d been trying to cut down on the time you spent with him, hoping that the distance would make your feelings disappear magically. So far, it was not working, but that didn’t mean you were going to give up.

“Um,” you began, keeping your eyes fixed on your sneakers. “I don’t think I can come over today. I have that… thing to do.”

Real fucking convincing, Y/N, you thought to yourself dismally.

“What thing?” Jake questioned, sounding taken aback. You knew he damn well knew you had no thing to do. “And look at me while we’re talking, would you?”

“I am looking at you,” you lied. “You just don’t see it because I’m wearing a cap.”

You realised your mistake a second too late.

Jake lifted the accessory from your head the moment you uttered the words. You whirled around to face him immediately, but he had already anticipated your next move.

Right as you tried to snatch the cap again, your best friend raised his arm and held it over his head.

“Hey!” you exclaimed and took a step closer. Standing on your tiptoes, you put a hand on Jake’s shoulder for support and reached up for your belonging.

He simply stretched his arm higher, making it even harder for you to get your cap back.

“Give it back!” you huffed and tugged at his wrist, unknowingly putting all your weight on him. His free arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from jumping.

“Now you’re not moving away from me?” Jake taunted you, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you couldn’t help but lean back in his hold to glance at him.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he mumbled while looking down at you, your faces so close you could count his lashes and see the universe in his eyes.

You snapped yourself out of your reverie before you could do something you’d regret. Pulling yourself out of his arms, you stumbled back and averted your gaze. “I need to go.”

Not bothering for a response, you turned on your heels and hurried away. The feeling of Jake’s eyes drilling holes into the back of your head only spurred you into increasing your speed.

You let out a deep breath and collapsed into your usual seat upon entering the library. Your cheeks felt hot, and your heart was thumping so hard you were afraid it was going to jump out of your chest.

You couldn’t keep this up anymore. Your feelings were starting to get out of hand, and you were beginning to lose control.

It wouldn’t be too long until you reached your limit.

Save for the encounter near the library, you did not run into Jake again.

You were about to mentally congratulate yourself for getting through another day when someone grabbed your wrist and tugged you towards them.

One moment, you were in the crowded hallway of your school and the next, you were in an empty classroom, your best friend glowering at you.

“You scared me!” you exclaimed, your eyes wide with shock.

“You’re scaring me,” Jake countered. “What is up with you these days? I don’t understand why you’re acting this way.”

It took you a second to understand what he was referring to. Gulping, you dropped your gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You think I can’t tell you’re avoiding me?” he demanded and took a step closer, causing you to take a step back in return. “You think I don’t notice something’s wrong?”

“Everything's fine. You’re being paranoid.”

Jake laughed humourlessly. “Don’t fuck with me, Y/N.”

“I’m not,” you said as calmly as you could. “Trust me, nothing’s wrong.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, “You’re lying,” he said quietly. “You’re not looking at me.”

Taking a deep breath, you raised your head and looked Jake in the eyes. “Everything’s fine,” you repeated.

He searched your face. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“There is nothing to tell,” you insisted, trying desperately to convince him.

“Is it something at home?” He pried further. “Is your mom checking your phone again? Did she take your laptop—”

“No—”

“I can ask my mom to talk to her, you know? I don’t like how she doesn��t trust you and keeps suffocating you all the time—”

“Stop it, Jake!” you finally burst out. “Stop sticking your nose in my business! You’re the one suffocating me right now so just back off. I’m not obligated to tell you shit!”

You regretted saying that the moment hurt flashed across Jake’s face. You opened your mouth to apologise, but he beat you to it.

“You’re right,” he muttered and averted his gaze, moving away from you. “You’re not answerable to me. I’m sorry for pushing you.”

Putting his back to you, Jake retreated to the door with slumped shoulders. You knew you had royally messed up and there was a good chance your friendship would be ruined forever if he left the classroom.

So, you decided to bite the bullet and tell the truth. Confessing couldn’t possibly do more damage than what had already been done.

“It’s you.”

Jake stopped in his tracks and turned around. He looked surprised to know that it indeed was him that was the issue. “It is?”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice cracking a bit. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

Jake nodded. “Of course. Anything.”

“I’m, uh—” you toyed with your hands, struggling to find the courage to confess— “I— I like you.”

“What?” he whispered, shell-shocked.

“I’ve been avoiding you because I’m attracted to you,” you stammered. Wetting your dry lips, you forced yourself to continue, “I didn’t want to put you in a difficult position by telling you I liked you, but every time I saw you, all I could think about was what it would be like to have you want me back. I just— I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship by confessing. I thought my feelings would fade if I stayed away, but that didn’t work out too well. I’m sorry.”

Jake opened his mouth to reply, but closed it when nothing escaped. Looking away, he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a small chuckle under his breath.

You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. You were prepared for rejection—you were aware from the very beginning that you were going to be turned down—but you weren’t prepared for whatever this was.

“You’re laughing,” you mumbled. “You don’t believe me.”

“I don’t,” Jake confirmed. “Actually, no, wait. Let me rephrase that: I want to believe you, but I can’t.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you demanded and crossed your arms over your chest defensively. This situation was turning out to be much worse than you had expected.

How could Jake just laugh at you? What about your confession had been funny? Did he think you were incapable of crushing on him? Did he think he was not good enough to be crushed on?

“It means,” he began, sauntering towards you, “I can’t believe I wasted weeks pining over you and holding myself back from confessing only for you to have liked me back this entire time.”

Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. Your breaths started getting shallower and your legs felt like jelly. You were starting to understand what Jake meant when he said he wanted to believe you but couldn’t.

“It means I can’t believe I gaslit myself into thinking you’d never feel even an ounce of what I felt for you,” he continued. You were standing toe to toe now, your faces but a few inches away. “It means I can’t believe I tortured myself when I could have just told you the truth and done this.”

Before you could fully comprehend what Jake was saying, his hands were cupping your face and his lips were on yours.

You were frozen for a moment, unable to think, much less react. But then, your eyes fluttered close and you kissed him back.

It was everything you had imagined. Scratch that, it was so much better.

Jake tasted like chocolate and his soft lips slotted into yours perfectly. He moved them slowly, as if wanting to relish the moment you were sharing.

Grabbing the neckline of his t-shirt, you pulled him lower and tilted your neck to the side to deepen the kiss.

Jake obliged and snaked an arm around your waist, pressing your body flush against his. Cocooned in his arms, you felt at home.

But then, you always felt at home with him.

Out of breath, you detached your lips from his and whispered, “Wow.”

Jake laughed and embraced you, placing his chin on top of your head. “Yeah, I know.”

Snuggling into his chest, you mumbled, “Now what?”

“Now I ask you to be my girlfriend.”

You smiled and tipped your neck to glance at him. “And then?”

“Assuming you say yes,” he mused, earning a snort from you. “I take you out on a date.”

“And what would we do on the date?”

Jake smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Why don’t I pick you up at seven today and you find out?”

You grinned, feeling giddy at the prospect of going out on a date with your best friend turned boyfriend.

“Deal”

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