#gvffic

Pairing :Jake x Reader

Word Count: 1,370

Warnings: none

Jake slammed the door behind him and threw the keys on the kitchen counter, making you jump. He never behaved like this, so it was a shock when he did so. Throughout the entire drive back home he’d been silent, which wasn’t unusual for him but under the circumstances you knew it was a different kind of silence. One that kept you on the edge of your seat. You fucked up. You knew that. And Jake wasn’t the type to get pissed off, but that’s exactly what you did to him tonight. You turned around and looked into his eyes-they were dark.

You weren’t the type to get plastered during a party but this time you were having a really good time, all the Greta guys were there with their girlfriends, the music was good and you decided to go out on the dancefloor with Jita and MacKenzie. The three of you were having a great time with some old Rihanna song playing in the background, you already having a drink or two. You saw Jake in the booth, with the guys, eyeing you from his seat, a (non-alcoholic, since he’d be the one driving both of you back) beer in his hand, a small smile playing on the edge of his lips. He looked particularly good tonight- he had on his black jeans, a sleeveless Church of Rock and Roll shirt and a collection of necklaces resting on his collarbones. He looked absolutely breath-taking. As always. You sauntered up to him, breathless and thirsty- “Wanna come dance with me?”-you gently hooked your fingers on the edge of his shirt, pulling him towards you. He rested his hands on your hips and squeezed them, “Nah, you go and have fun. I’ll stay with the guys”. You kissed his cheek and ran back out on the dancefloor. After about 20 minutes you went to get a drink with the girls-

“Hey, can I buy you a drink?”-a tall, blonde man smiled down lazily at you.

“Ah thanks, I’m getting mine in a sec, actually”- you smiled politely, motioning towards the bar.

“Alright, sure...Hey, I love your tattoo”, he nodded at your collarbone.

“Thanks, -you grinned-” it's a Sylvia Plath novel, “The Bell Jar”? -you sipped your drink, looking around. Jake met your eyes and smiled a little but kept his eyes on the man in front of you.

“I have this one. It’s an inside joke with my brother”- he rolled up his sleeve, you chuckled reading the silly quote and traced the tattoo with your fingers-” I like it”.

****

You looked up, her sweet smile sending a shiver down your spine.

“Jake, what’s up? -” Danny followed your eyes-” Dude, come on, you know Y/N would never-”

“I know. I just don’t like that guy being so close to her. Look at him, all smiles and shit,”-Jake growled.

“She’s with you, dumbass. You gotta chill”, -Sam laughed. You knew she’d never do anything to hurt you. She was everything you’d wanted in a partner: she was gorgeous, had the best laugh and you loved the way she’d rock out to karaoke like she didn’t care about her voice but most of all- she cared about you. She made you feel safe. It was something you could feel in every kiss, every touch and action. But right now, you were so blinded by jealousy, you weren’t thinking straight. Shoving the nearly empty bottle of beer away from you, you made your way towards her.

****

“Hey babe. What’cha doin’?”- he wrapped his arm around your shoulders possessively, squeezing them slightly. Was he jealous? -” Nothing. Just talking. This is Shawn. He’s a big Greta fan”- you gestured towards the man in front of you. He was beaming.  

“Oh, yeah? Were you at last night’s concert?”

“Ah, no. Tickets were sold out in two minutes!”

“Aw, that’s too bad, man”- you swear you could see a smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you mind if I get a photo with you?”- Shawn smiled.

“Actually, me and my girlfriend here, whom you’ve had the pleasure of talking to for the past twenty minutes- we got friends to entertain. So uh, sorry man”, you looked at your boyfriend, with your mouth agape. In all the years you’ve know him, he never declined a photo with a fan. Ever. And he was always gracious towards all of them. Now he just seemed pissed, his mouth set into a rigid line, arm still around you. He spun you around towards the booth without letting you finish your drink.

“Jake, what the hell? Why were you so rude?”- you smacked him on his stomach.

“I wasn’t. He was the one being too close to you,” God, he really was jealous. “And you didn’t even- I don’t wanna talk about this right now”-he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know what? You’re right. I don’t either. I wanna go home. Now. You’re being ridiculous, you know that?”-you half growled.

“Who should go home? The nights still young!”-Sam practically half yelled, Joy putting a hand over his mouth.  

“We are. It’s been a long night”- Jake sighed, closing his eyes.  You scoffed, detaching yourself from his grip and grabbing your purse from the couch. “Bye guys, see you soon”- you hugged them all goodbye and faked a smile. Josh sent you a look.  

Storming out of the bar, you heard him call your name twice, then cursing.

Slamming the passenger door shut, you glared at him-the alcohol only fuelling your anger.  

“What’s your damn problem? That guy didn’t mean anything. He was just being nice! And he liked the band. You saw how happy he was!”

“Damn it, Y/N. Why do you always have to be so naive? He was flirting! I saw the way he looked at you. Like you were a piece of meat”- he squeezed the wheel harder.

“God, Jake. We were just talking! I wasn’t going to jump on him! This conversation is ridiculous”- you slammed your hand on the door handle, making him jump. You were rarely angry.

Now the two of you, fuming, sat in silence, the street lamps illuminating your faces every few second.

****

Jake slammed the door behind him and threw the keys on the kitchen counter. His eyes were dark.

“You don’t understand. I can’t-”-he groaned, brushing his hair back with his hand,” I can’t stand it when I see you with someone else". You laughed. This was ridiculous. Three years together and the man you saw yourself spending the rest of your life with was saying this. You thought he always trusted you. Knew that you only saw him.  

“That’s why I got so angry. He’s all...six feet tall and stuff, just flirting with you-” you took a few steps towards him and put your hands on his chest.  

“You honestly think I would want him? I want you, idiot. I don’t care about your height. Or weight or whatever else that’s bothering you. You’re perfect to me. Your stupid laugh and smile. Just those two things alone make my heart swell with pride because you’re mine”. He looked at you, a huge smile stretching on his lovely face.  

“Yeah? What else you like about me?”- he peered down, brining your hands up to his lips, kissing each finger lovingly.

“Love, "you corrected him, “well, your silky hair. Your goofiness, your ability to make everyone smile-even when you’re not trying! Your sense of style is better than mine, look at you! And how talented you are”- you giggled- “An absolute rock god”- he chuckled, picking you up and throwing you onto the couch, sending you into a fit of giggles. Jake wrapped his arms around you, sighing.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m just jealous. I can’t help it. But it won’t happen again- I swear. I was such an ass about this.”- he whispered, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. You smiled up at him, kissing his nose.  

“It’s alright. You're forgiven. How about a hot bath?”-you raised your eyebrows.