hii im the 💌 anon, im not sure if you remember me!! but we used to talk in the no doubt era I think! when I last wrote to you, I think I was really going thru something and I ended up taking a break from tumblr and other platforms. but I feel really guilty about not even saying a temporary bye to my fav authorr on tumblr 😖 im glad to see you are back and defeated the writers block!! ✊✊ ill continue showing support for youu always! 🫶
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MY DEAR 💌, God yes i remember you, i swear.i really really hope you’re doing better now, even way better ):
you’re literally one of my fav here, you’re so the sweetest. thank you so so much<33 i’m really glad to have you as my anon, so glad i’ve met you.
didn’t say a thing about it because since he’s one of my ults next to jake (lit’ written in my “about me” on my pinned post) and was (and still is) constantly crying about it, well i’m devastated about hee’s situation…
SYNOPSIS you never meant to get tangled up with jake sim, the brilliant, quietly intense nerd who lives half his life in the campus lab and somehow still manages to get under your skin without even trying. what begins as harmless tension shifts into a simmering pull you can’t ignore. you know you should walk away. but staying away from a boy like him, sharp mind, soft voice, and a gaze that sees too much, becomes the one thing you can’t manage to do.
WARNING the fic will be containing 18+ content, sooo please, mdni!
the taglist is open for this fic, so if you wanna be part of it, leave a comment!!
A/N hi my loves, been a long time isn’t? apologies again for being so ia, explained it already… but hey, as i said i didn’t come back empty handed sooo :) hope the teaser makes you impatient to read!! xo ^^
CLOSET
“Your laptop should run at least thirty percent faster now,” he says, tone calm, conversational. But there’s a faint lift in his voice, like he’s pleased with himself. “Forty once I configure the software.”
You blink. “You can do more?”
He gives you a look, one of those dry, amused, impossibly attractive ones like you’ve just asked if water is wet.
“I don’t do things halfway.”
“Even for people you barely know?”
He stops walking. “‘Barely’ is subjective.”
He says it so matter-of-factly that your brain takes a moment to catch up. He’s standing close to you again, but not in that swooping, dramatic way people do in rom-coms. Jake steps close like he’s stepping into a mathematical proof he already trusts to be correct.
Then he shifts his weight slightly, head tilting, eyes scanning your face with the same sharp precision he used earlier on your hardware.
“You make very readable micro-expressions,” he murmurs.
Your eyebrows pull together. “Readable?”
“Consistent. Honest.” His lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile. “It’s… nice.”
You exhale something between a scoff and a laugh. “You’re analysing me again.”
He doesn’t deny it. “Maybe I like understanding things.”
“And do you understand me?” you gently challenge him, but there’s an undeniable tug in your chest.
Jake’s eyes flicker down your face again. He takes a slow breath, and the faintest hint of warmth spreads across his cheekbones.
“Not yet,” he says quietly. “But I want to.”
The honesty of it hits you harder than anything flirtier ever could.
He starts walking again, hands back in his pockets, but this time his pace is looser, like whatever tension was coiled in him has shifted into something more deliberate.
You fall into step beside him.
“Do you analyse everyone like this?”
Jake shakes his head once. “No.”
“Then, why me?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looks up at the trees swaying above you. Leaves catching the streetlight in soft glints, as though choosing his phrasing with that meticulous Jake logic you’re slowly learning.
When he finally speaks, his tone is low, thoughtful.
“Because when I look at you, I don’t know what conclusion I’m supposed to reach.” His eyes cut to yours. “And for someone like me… uncertainty is interesting.”
Your pulse stumbles.
He notices and you see it happen, the subtle shift in his posture, the nearly invisible softening in his gaze. But he doesn’t press, doesn’t smirk, doesn’t lean in like some overly confident flirt.
Instead, he asks: “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No.”
Your voice comes out a little too fast, a little too honest.
Jake’s lips curve in a small, satisfied line, like you’ve just confirmed a hypothesis he was ninety-seven percent sure about.
“You sure?” he says softly.
“Positive.”
“Good.”
The word lands warm.
You walk in silence for a moment, the good kind. The kind that makes you hyper-aware of the sound of his steps, the faint brush of his sleeve, the way he keeps just close enough that your fingers almost graze when you turn a corner.
Almost.
Jake stops again just outside your building.
“This is you,” he says. “Right?”
You nod.
He hesitates then shifts a little closer, studying your face with that combination of curiosity and quiet intensity you’re starting to crave.
“I meant what I said,” he murmurs, voice dipping lower. “I’m not going anywhere… unless you want me to.”
You inhale, slow and unsteady. “I don’t.”
Jake’s eyes soften and the corner of his mouth lifts. “Good,” he echoes.
A beat of silence.
Then, unexpectedly:
“You should back up your files tonight.”
You blink. “Wha—”
“Your storage drive is old,” he says simply. “And I don’t want you losing anything important.”
The way he says it, gently, with that quiet seriousness, makes your stomach flip.
“You really think of everything, don’t you?” you whisper.
“No,” he says, with a tiny half-smile. “Just the things that matter to me.”
And before you can find a response, he steps back, giving you one last long, steady look: the kind that says he already wants the next conversation, the next moment, the next variable you’ll throw at him.
“Sweet dreams, princess,” he murmurs.
And Jake walks away, hands in his pockets, hoodie swinging lightly from his bag, looking like someone who’s completely aware you’re watching him go, and maybe even enjoying it.
But a few steps later, he slows his steps, turn around as he slowly walks backwards and calls out:
“Oh! and don’t shake your pen like that anymore.”
You stare at him, a chuckle escaping between your lips. “Why not?”
“It’s not good for the ink distribution.”
You laugh… an actual laugh that echoes lightly in the quiet courtyard.
Jake’s lips twitch. He nods once, almost shy but not quite, and disappears around the corner, leaving you with a warm chest, a fast heartbeat, and a laptop that now runs perfectly, just like he said it would.
TEASER - THE THEORY OF YOU (coming …hopefully… soon)
PAIRING nerd!jake x afab!reader
GENRE classmates to lovers, smut, fluff, humour.
TEASER WC 815 words
FIC WC ~ 12-15k words (?)
SYNOPSIS you never meant to get tangled up with jake sim, the brilliant, quietly intense nerd who lives half his life in the campus lab and somehow still manages to get under your skin without even trying. what begins as harmless tension shifts into a simmering pull you can’t ignore. you know you should walk away. but staying away from a boy like him, sharp mind, soft voice, and a gaze that sees too much, becomes the one thing you can’t manage to do.
WARNING the fic will be containing 18+ content, sooo please, mdni!
the taglist is open for this fic, so if you wanna be part of it, leave a comment!!
A/N hi my loves, been a long time isn’t? apologies again for being so ia, explained it already… but hey, as i said i didn’t come back empty handed sooo :) hope the teaser makes you impatient to read!! xo ^^
CLOSET
“Your laptop should run at least thirty percent faster now,” he says, tone calm, conversational. But there’s a faint lift in his voice, like he’s pleased with himself. “Forty once I configure the software.”
You blink. “You can do more?”
He gives you a look, one of those dry, amused, impossibly attractive ones like you’ve just asked if water is wet.
“I don’t do things halfway.”
“Even for people you barely know?”
He stops walking. “‘Barely’ is subjective.”
He says it so matter-of-factly that your brain takes a moment to catch up. He’s standing close to you again, but not in that swooping, dramatic way people do in rom-coms. Jake steps close like he’s stepping into a mathematical proof he already trusts to be correct.
Then he shifts his weight slightly, head tilting, eyes scanning your face with the same sharp precision he used earlier on your hardware.
“You make very readable micro-expressions,” he murmurs.
Your eyebrows pull together. “Readable?”
“Consistent. Honest.” His lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile. “It’s… nice.”
You exhale something between a scoff and a laugh. “You’re analysing me again.”
He doesn’t deny it. “Maybe I like understanding things.”
“And do you understand me?” you gently challenge him, but there’s an undeniable tug in your chest.
Jake’s eyes flicker down your face again. He takes a slow breath, and the faintest hint of warmth spreads across his cheekbones.
“Not yet,” he says quietly. “But I want to.”
The honesty of it hits you harder than anything flirtier ever could.
He starts walking again, hands back in his pockets, but this time his pace is looser, like whatever tension was coiled in him has shifted into something more deliberate.
You fall into step beside him.
“Do you analyse everyone like this?”
Jake shakes his head once. “No.”
“Then, why me?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looks up at the trees swaying above you. Leaves catching the streetlight in soft glints, as though choosing his phrasing with that meticulous Jake logic you’re slowly learning.
When he finally speaks, his tone is low, thoughtful.
“Because when I look at you, I don’t know what conclusion I’m supposed to reach.” His eyes cut to yours. “And for someone like me… uncertainty is interesting.”
Your pulse stumbles.
He notices and you see it happen, the subtle shift in his posture, the nearly invisible softening in his gaze. But he doesn’t press, doesn’t smirk, doesn’t lean in like some overly confident flirt.
Instead, he asks: “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No.”
Your voice comes out a little too fast, a little too honest.
Jake’s lips curve in a small, satisfied line, like you’ve just confirmed a hypothesis he was ninety-seven percent sure about.
“You sure?” he says softly.
“Positive.”
“Good.”
The word lands warm.
You walk in silence for a moment, the good kind. The kind that makes you hyper-aware of the sound of his steps, the faint brush of his sleeve, the way he keeps just close enough that your fingers almost graze when you turn a corner.
Almost.
Jake stops again just outside your building.
“This is you,” he says. “Right?”
You nod.
He hesitates then shifts a little closer, studying your face with that combination of curiosity and quiet intensity you’re starting to crave.
“I meant what I said,” he murmurs, voice dipping lower. “I’m not going anywhere… unless you want me to.”
You inhale, slow and unsteady. “I don’t.”
Jake’s eyes soften and the corner of his mouth lifts. “Good,” he echoes.
A beat of silence.
Then, unexpectedly:
“You should back up your files tonight.”
You blink. “Wha—”
“Your storage drive is old,” he says simply. “And I don’t want you losing anything important.”
The way he says it, gently, with that quiet seriousness, makes your stomach flip.
“You really think of everything, don’t you?” you whisper.
“No,” he says, with a tiny half-smile. “Just the things that matter to me.”
And before you can find a response, he steps back, giving you one last long, steady look: the kind that says he already wants the next conversation, the next moment, the next variable you’ll throw at him.
“Sweet dreams, princess,” he murmurs.
And Jake walks away, hands in his pockets, hoodie swinging lightly from his bag, looking like someone who’s completely aware you’re watching him go, and maybe even enjoying it.
But a few steps later, he slows his steps, turn around as he slowly walks backwards and calls out:
“Oh! and don’t shake your pen like that anymore.”
You stare at him, a chuckle escaping between your lips. “Why not?”
“It’s not good for the ink distribution.”
You laugh… an actual laugh that echoes lightly in the quiet courtyard.
Jake’s lips twitch. He nods once, almost shy but not quite, and disappears around the corner, leaving you with a warm chest, a fast heartbeat, and a laptop that now runs perfectly, just like he said it would.
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