One More Chance
TW: Fluff, angst?, h/c, dumb Jake, kissing, flashbacks?, much sadness : (, second chance love
soph's ringin' ! : i tried, @anyalikeslasagna. this was not easy to write.
-------------------Jake Peralta------------------
A knock came to your door, ringing through your ears as tears spilled out of your eyes. It was probably Jake, trying to get you back. You wanted to answer it and give him the fattest fucking kiss of his life, but he hurt you, and you only wanted to forgive him. It was just too hard.
Two nights before you couldn't move because you had sobbed the life from your legs, Jake, your ,at the time, boyfriend, told you he needed a break because he needed to focus on work. It was understandable, he was just reaching for his dream job, and he didn't have the time he needed to be with you.
When it broke out into an insane argument with you both, he decided to just break up with you. Devastation rose in your heart, your lungs, your stomach.
It killed you. Killed you that he didn't want to be with you at all. Not even friends. He told you to pack up the things you had at his apartment and leave. Without a second thought, you choked back he obvious tears flooding your eyes, and started to grab your things, leaving the shirts he gave you on his bed, neatly folded up next to his pillow.
Another cluster of speedy knocks kicked you out of your day dream. Wiping your face and trying to cool off, you opened the door to Jake with flowers and a box of chocolate; your favorite ones too. "Hi, uh-" He choked, a tear flooding his eye, slipping out when he blinked. "Can I come in? I just want to talk, promise." He asked, looking into your eyes and giving you the smirk you dreamed of looking at for the rest of your life. Nodding, you opened the door enough for his skinny body to squeeze in.
You inhaled deeply, your throat closed and heart still in peices, knowing he's the only one who could mend it.
"Yes, Jake?." You breathed out while he made himself sort of comfortable on your couch. His breath hitched. This was the first time you'd called him his name instead of 'baby' since the first week you were dating.
"I uh, wanted to apologize. I know I'm not really good with feelings like this, but I couldn't even sleep the last few nights with how I treated you. I-" You heard his voice crack. "Jake, I-" You started, his quiet voice interrupting you. "No, babe. It's not fair. I was being mean. I really, really miss you. Can we please, please..try one more time? If it doesn't work out, we can just stop having communication all together."
"Uh-" A small whimper escaped your dry lips. "If you don't want to that's ok. Promise."
"No, Jake, It isn't that, its that you are trying to get me back after intentionally breaking up with me? Was it just to hurt me?" You asked, voice broken and tears swelling your eyes. "N-no, baby! I was having a really stressful week and I didn't think it through! I'd never mean to hurt you." A stutter fell from his mouth. He stood up quickly, towering over you when you stood in the same spot as before.
He wrapped his hands around you neck. "Baby, please. I wouldn't ever mean to hurt you." Leaning in to his touch, you nodded. He chuckled quietly, leaning down to your height. "Is this a yes?" He asked politely, making sure not to go too far, just in case you said no. "Yes, it is. I love you, Jakie." You sobbed softly, tears dribbling down your cheeks.
His long thumbs brushed the tears away while his hands moved to cup you face. "I love you too." He smiled, leaning down and letting you pull his face to yours, lips catching in a delicious kiss you've longed for for days.
