𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇，❝ a dog walk leads to something more. ❞

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YN

          𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗 was chill, swirling leaves around my feet and making me shiver. i tugged at my scarf, pulling it higher up my face, cursing nature.

at least someone was enjoying himself.

brownie dragged me forwards, tail wagging rapidly, as if we hadn’t been down this path many times before. it took nearly all of my strength to not fall over. maybe it’s time he should be trained.

“brownie!”

his ears pricked up, and he stopped for a moment, turning to face me. he had that same stupidly-adorable look on his face that made me fall in love with him before—i couldn’t help but smile.

crouching down, he came closer, pressing his face close to mine. “calm down, this trail isn’t going anywhere.” i teased, petting him. his tail only wagged harder, clearly having no clue about anything i was saying.

the wind was stronger now, nipping at my skin. no doubt my cheeks and nose were pink. i huffed, pretending to glare at brownie. “this is your fault y’know. you couldn’t have waited a little longer for a walk?”

brownie wasn’t paying attention.

neither was i, because the next thing i know, brownie’s pulling me as fast as his legs can take him, after a leaf.

“brownie! stop it—stop running!” i exclaimed, barely being able to keep up with him. for a small dog, he could run.

brownie didn’t hear me, or didn’t care to listen, and just kept running after the leaf, like it was his life mission.

just as i thought things couldn’t get any worse—they did.

the leaf, somehow, managed to do a u-turn, around a stranger, causing brownie to also do a u-turn around a stranger, and then another turn, tangling me and the unknown person together. 

i gasped, unsure of what to say. on the other hand, brownie had stopped chasing the leaf, and now sat, staring up at me with a confused expression. like he wasn’t the one who had gotten me into this situation.

before i could apologise profusely and bury myself in a pile of leaves out of embarrassment, the stranger began to laugh.

it was a pleasant sound, and i couldn’t help but smile.

okay, maybe it was a little funny.

“i’m so so sorry, my dog, brownie—he just-”

“tried to make a new friend? seems like he succeeded.” the stranger teased, “don’t worry about it, i’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose.”

“i wouldn’t be too sure of that.” i laughed.

the moment of shared laughter soon passed and we were silent. that was before i realised we were still tangled and trapped together.

“we should—probably, untangle ourselves-?”

“oh yeah, good idea.”

i shifted slightly, looking down at the mess of leash and scarf and—was that his arm? how did brownie even manage this?

“okay.. uh, if you move your arm—no, not that one—” i started, attempting to manoeuvre the leash around his head.

i am never taking brownie on a walk again.

he chuckled. “this one?”

the sound made my cheeks warm. “y-yeah. and i’ll just—” i tried to step back, only to have the leash tighten and pull me closer instead. our hands brushed, and i froze.

the stranger also seemed stunned for a moment, before he grinned.

“wow,” he laughed again, “your dog’s good at this. professional matchmaker?”

i rolled my eyes, though i couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips, “he’s a menace, actually.”

still, we kept fumbling, our hands brushing every time we tried to pull the leash free, until finally, with one last tug, the loop slipped loose.

i stumbled back a step, free at last, though a little disappointed at the sudden space between us.

i quickly pulled the leash tight, glaring down at brownie, who couldn’t be happier.

he grinned, looking up at me, then the stranger, then me again.

what was he planning this time?

before i could scold brownie again, the stranger shoved his hands into his pockets, that same easy grin still on his face.

“so.. do you usually let him drag strangers into your life, or am i just lucky?”

i blinked, caught off guard. “uh—definitely not. you’re his first victim.”

he laughed, warm and genuine, and extended a hand. “i’m jake, sim jaeyun, but everyone calls me jake.”

my eyes flicked to his hand, then back up to his smile. hesitating for a beat, i shook it, heart skipping for a reason i refused to admit.

“yn.”

“yn,” he repeated softly, as if testing it out, “well, yn.. it’s nice to meet you—even if your dog had to trap me first.”

brownie barked once, almost like he agreed.

“you hush.” i said, but there was no venom behind my words, “i’m really sorry again—i need to start training him, but it’s just so much work.”

“tell me about it.” jake agreed.

“you—have a dog too?”

he grinned, nodding, “yeah, her names layla, she’s at home though, i was actually going back home to go get her.”

“i see.” i smiled.

silence.

i looked down at the ground, littered with red, and orange leaves.

what do i say? he’s perfect—how do i even keep him interested in me?

“if you want,” jake began. i looked up. he wasn’t looking at me this time—instead, he was looking off into the distance, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“i could help you train brownie?”

my heart fluttered at his words, and my eyes widened for a moment. he wants to help?

“really? that would be—so much help! thank you so much!” i agreed, smile practically glowing, “how can i repay you?”

jake quickly shook his head. “letting me spend time with you is enough.”

my heart jumped again, god i’m such a loser.

i opened my mouth, ready to argue, but brownie tugged at the leash again, this time in the direction jake had been walking earlier.

jake laughed. “guess he knows the way.”

i raised a brow, confused. “the way to where?” i asked, tugging gently on brownie’s leash, but he wouldn’t budge.

“my place,” jake admitted, sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “i told you—layla’s waiting.”

i blinked, then laughed. “wow, brownie works fast. first tangling us together, now making sure i follow you home?”

“told you he was a professional matchmaker,” jake teased, bumping my shoulder lightly as we fell into step beside each other.

the cold wind nipped at my cheeks, but somehow, i didn’t feel as cold anymore.

brownie barked once, happily leading the way, as if he already knew this was the start of something.

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Notification: Message from Jake

You tapped into the message only to receive surprising news.

I have a situation. And I can't do it alone, I need you.

What is it?

I found him, Y/n. He's alive

Who?

A moment later he texted again.

I found Richy.

Your eyes widened as you stared at your phone, tears starting to form just by looking at his name on the screen. The man you thought had died in a fire. Richy was alive.

Where is he?

That's what I need help with. I tracked an image of him from a shop cctv footage. He was shoplifting.

He probably doesn't have any money on him ever since the fire...Are you sure it's him?

Positive

Let's get started then.

You hesitated before texting again.

Oh..and Jake?

Yes?

I missed you. And thank you for this.

Just trying to help.

And I missed you too.

Time to find your friend. But, would you tell the others?

Pairing: Jake JensenxBlack Reader

⚠️: Maybe a tiny bit of technical angst (🤷🏽‍♀️ lol), fluff💕

“P-Pooch?,” you stammer unable to fathom that your supposedly dead brother was standing in front of you and his wife who was about to give birth to their son in any minute.

“Hey peanut,” he smiles stepping further in the hospital room. “I’d hug you, but I’m w-,”

You didn’t even let him finish before immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. Good thing he was already wet from the rain, your tears would just be a welcomed addition.

“Wait. D-Does that mean-”

“Hey babe,” the all too familiar voice speaks making more silent tears fall as you lift your head. Just as soaked as Pooch, he nervously smiles removing his hat to reveal his spiked frosted tips. He pretty much looked the same as you last saw him. Toned arms and chest shielded by his dripping jacket along with your personal favorite, his black circular frames bringing even more attention to those crystal baby blues.

There were plenty of times you thought about what you’d do if granted this moment. Cry, scream, maybe jump into his arms clinging onto him like a koala on a tree. Possibly all three even. Now, finally being granted your wish after all these months, there was one main thing on your mind.

“Wow,” he smiles as you slowly move closer to each other. “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’ve gotten more beautiful.” Just as the words left his mouth, the back of your hand connecting with his abdomen in the hardest hit you could muster nearly knocks the wind out of him as he keeled forward.

“And apparently stronger too..,” he coughs.

“How could you?!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose! We had to so we could go after the guy who set us up. And why didn’t you hit Pooch?! He was in it too.”

“He’s got one coming after my nephew safely enters the world, right now though it’s your turn,” you glare before smacking him again.

“Told you she had a strong backhand,” Pooch states quickly closing the room door before his sister decided to direct her rage at him.

The rest of the team merely watch in entertainment as your hits move to his shoulders and biceps until Jensen can grab your wrists pinning them by your sides.

“I’m sorry for putting you through all that, but it’s not like I completely left! I could still see you.”

You tilt your head in confusion ready to ask what he was talking about, until seeing Clay nervously scratch the back of his neck as he and Cougar shift their gaze clues you in on what he meant.

“SERIOUSLY JAKE?!”

“Wha-? I-,”

“Did you really think that would make me feel better?!”

“...Honestly at this point I’m afraid to answer.”

Annoyed groan falling from your lips, you tried to escape his grasp, but his larger hands slightly tightening their grip on yours, along with him following your every movement, keep you in place. “When we go home I can explain everything.”

“Will you? Or are you just gonna lie some more?”

“I promise I’ll tell everything,” he whispers, leaving a chaste kiss on your temple before flashing one of his ‘please don’t stay mad at me forever because I love you’ smiles. So far, it’d gotten him out of any argument you had. Including this one.

Darn those good looks of his.

“Fine,” you reply as you cross your arms, leaving him to find a seat in the nearby waiting room.

“Any tips here Colonel?,” Jake sighs.

“I’m probably not the one you’d want relationship advice from.”

Another heavy sigh leaves his lips as he follows your path down the hall to sit next to you. That is if you’d let him.

“Okay, is anybody else stuck on the fact that Jensen actually has a girlfriend?,” Aisha states breaking the momentary silence and making both men chuckle.

———

It’s the happiest he’s ever been to walk into his small, outdated apartment. Things weren’t exactly the same as he left it with your few new decorations and pieces of furniture trying to make the place a bit of your own, but of course he didn’t mind. It actually warmed his heart that although he was “gone” you still chose to stay, sticking by his side when you easily could’ve moved on with your life.

“Jeez, the faucet always drip that loud?,” he lightly chuckles shedding his coat and placing it on the small hanger by the door.

“It started a bit after you left,” you sigh kicking off your shoes. “Think it’s loud now, it’s even louder when you’re just sitting here alone.”

Following you to the bedroom feeling like a dog with its tail between his legs, he sits at the foot of the bed looking down at his hands as you move about the bathroom getting yourself ready for bed. Your words were like the sharpest sting as his mind vividly showed an image of you just sitting in this apartment with nothing but thoughts of loosing your brother and boyfriend along with the hum of the AC. He knew for the sake of their mission, and the team, he couldn’t say anything, but it still didn’t take away his guilt of what you went through mentally and emotionally.

“I tried to write you.”

“What, your computer go down and you couldn’t watch me anymore?,” you counter over your shoulder before rinsing the soap from your face.

“That was only once okay? I was watching my niece’s soccer game and then I thought about what you were doing and kinda sorta hacked your office’s cameras, which yes I know was wrong. Speaking of, they really should update their software, a fifth grader could easily hack into it just guessing the password,” he answers making you roll your eyes with a chuckle.

“And who’s Tom?”

“Tom?”

“Yea. Curly brown haired guy, cubicle across from yours. Big head you can see a mile away.”

“I’m sorry are you somehow trying to turn things on me when you’re the one that’s supposed to be explaining why I’ve thought you were dead this whole time?,” you ask wiping the remaining moisturizer from your hands before crossing them in front of your chest as you step closer to the now nervous looking man.

“N-no, of course not! But I mean since he’s been mentioned...”

“He’s just this guy at work that apparently likes me and asked me out but I said no, because a small part of me kept hoping that you’d miraculously come back. Happy?”

“I-uh...y-yes?”

Sighing, you sit beside him tucking your bare legs under you and taking his hand in yours to trace the lines on his palm. You never knew how or why you started, but it was something you occasionally did while you two were talking or just lying next to him enjoying each other’s company. It brought a smile and giddy feeling to Jensen, just as it did to you.

“Listen, I’m sorry I’m giving you a hard time, I know you didn’t have a choice, and understand. Selfishly though, I just missed you so much and wish I could’ve known. It definitely would’ve saved some sleepless nights and tears.”

With his other hand, his thumb and index finger gently grab your chin guiding you to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through having you think I was dead. The second we threw our tags in that fire you and my family were all I could think about. Like I said I wanted to write and give you some sign that I wasn’t gone, but I could never figure out how to start. Plus Clay threatened to cut off little Jensen if I did send anything back home once he found out, which only made it tougher.”

“Yea we wouldn’t want that,” you softly laugh following a short sniffle you were trying to hold back. You really were done with crying, having done so since you got that devastating call so long ago, and just wished your tear ducts would shrivel up already. “Sorry, I thought I was done with the tears.”

“Shh, don’t be.” Leaning forward, his soft as clouds lips meet the single salty droplet in the middle of you cheek erasing its presence before moving to yours in quite possibly the most delicate, tender kiss you’ve ever experienced. Any other time, you’d probably call it painfully slow, trying to take the lead to move things along. But as you both sat there taking everything in from each other’s scents to the feel of how one’s lips and mouth felt on the other, you couldn’t feel more connected.

Just barely pulling away, his swollen lips rest centimeters above yours ready to take them again as soon as he caught his breath.

“I don’t know if I should be embarrassed at myself or amazed at whatever powers you have,” he starts, a light chuckle escaping him. “But I think you just made me-,”

“Jensen!,” you laugh, playfully smacking his shoulder. “Way to ruin a romantic mood.”

“If it’s romance you want, say no more,” he smiles taking your hand in his and placing it on his chest as he clears his throat. To the best of his ability, he begins singing the opening lines to your couple’s song, as Jake proclaimed it, instantly making you fall back on the bed in laughter.

“You actin' kinda shady, ain't callin' me baby, why the sudden change. Say my name, say my name!”

“This is definitely not a couple’s song,” you laugh feeling his forearms rest on either side of your head and chest vibrate from his laughing.

“I’ll admit lyrically wise..yes, you’re right. But it’s still ours which makes it special.”

You’d never forget that day in the grocery store trying to find a pint of your favorite ice cream as the song played overhead. Without really looking, you thought you were on the freezing aisle by yourself and began singing along as you gently bobbed your head. Suddenly hearing a voice singing the background vocals made you slightly jump turning to see the taller man in a grey sweatshirt, blue and white basketball shorts, and sneakers holding up his hands.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I-It’s Destiny’s Child, I couldn’t resist.”

“It’s okay, and I mean who can?,” you respond, both softly laughing before shyly looking back at your respective sections to get your frozen desserts.

“Soo...you like ice cream?,” he asks interrupting the momentary silence.

“Yea, um my favorite’s moose tracks,” you answer briefly holding up your pint with a smile.

“You know who has a good moose tracks? Bennie & Bailey’s downtown. They make it from scratch and I don’t know what all they put in it, but it’s amazing.”

“Oh, okay thanks. I don’t think I’ve ever been there.”

“Well you should definitely go one day. I mean if you want,” he nervously chuckles.

“Will do,” you smile. “Only if you’ll take me though?”

At first, being met with his shocked, speechless expression made your newfound confidence falter thinking you might’ve been too bold with the cute stranger, whom you hadn’t even asked if he was single or not. However seeing his eyes shine bright and adorable smile grace his pink lips, your excitement returned as he moved closer handing you his phone.

Years later, the rest is history as you lie in bed with the man you were sure was the love of your life.

“Hey what’s going on in there?,” he asks brushing his fingertips across your forehead noticing you become quiet. Lightly scratching his goatee, you feel your eyes start to water again causing you to blink a few times trying to keep them at bay.

“I just don’t want you to leave again,” you whisper, moving your fingers to card through his chestnut and blonde mixed strands.

“I’m not going anywhere unless you ask me too.”

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So this is more than likely gonna be super short, but I hope you guys like this quick idea I had☺️!

Pairing: Jake GyllenhaalxBlack Reader

⚠️: None💕!

Raindrops beating against your house as gusts of wind occasionally cause the trees to sway, you and your husband comfortably lie in bed sleeping as if nothing was happening outside. You personally loved thunderstorms and seemed to always get your best sleep during them.

Your six year old son, August, on the other hand was definitely not a fan.

Like most children his age, the flash of lightning followed by the rumble of thunder would make him jump and immediately run to either you or Jake for comfort. When you both tucked him in, you were hoping that he would sleep through it however after one very loud, house shaking hit of thunder he was now clutching his blanket as his small feet padded down the hall to your room.

Slowly opening your door, he wonders up to his father’s side of the bed poking Jake’s chest.

“Daddy,” he whispers moving the blanket from in front of his mouth only to be met with snores.

Moving closer to his face, he lifts his eyelids one at a time making the still figure in front of him start to stir.

“Why are you out of bed buddy? What’s wrong?,” Jake sleepily asks with a yawn.

“Thunder,” August answers right before a flash of lightning illuminates the room causing him to scurry into the bed climbing over his father to lie between his parents and cover his head right as the thunder claps.

“Hey it’s okay love you don’t have to be scared,” you speak uncovering his head. “You’re inside and that’s the safest place you can be.”

“Right plus the sky just wants to give you a show.”

“Huh?,” August asks, confusion on his face as he looks up at Jake.

“The sky is trying to show you it’s trick! It’s lightning lights up the sky and then it gets so excited that it shouts which is the thunder. See watch.”

Holding August close, the three of you watch as lightning strikes somewhere further into town and soon hear the thunder produced after. “See after it showed you what it could do, it said ‘Wow August did you see that?!’ But got quieter when it realized it was probably too loud.”

“Really Daddy?”

“Yea, it doesn’t mean to scare you, it just wants to impress you,” he smiles gently rubbing his thumb against his cheek. Lying against Jake’s chest, they continue to watch outside talking about the lightning and thunder until August falls silent having drifted to sleep.

Pulling the cover closer to his chest, he kisses his son’s forehead before sinking further into his pillow and meeting your eyes.

“What?,” he smiles running his hand through his hair trying to move it out of his face.

“Nothing, it’s just that was a really cute story,” you smile.

“Thank you, my grandma would tell us that when we were little to try to make us feel better. I just hope it sticks.”

“Well from how he fell asleep I would say it did. Plus you’re his dad, whatever you say is gonna stay with him.”

“It’s crazy how that warms my heart yet also terrifies me,” he quietly chuckles to himself.

“Yea I know, but don’t worry you’re an amazing dad that he and I both know will always be there to make sure he’s okay.” Taking your hand with a smile, he kisses your fingers before both of you slowly return back to sleep as the rain continues to lightly tap against your window.

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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.