can I request something angsty but with a happy ending with Jake? something like f2l or e2l?
okay so this is very unrealistic but who cares - Mia
you refused to believe it. It was a mistake. A drunken mistake on his part. It meant nothing. It meant nothing to him but it clearly meant everything you. you had convinced yourself Jake would have forgotten about the kiss but standing here, under the scrutiny and gaze of multiple people, you knew you couldn't have been more wrong. especially when he, what feels like both forever and seconds ago, spoke your name up at the altar.
and now here you were, hiding from the world and especially him even though you had no reason to. it was after all Jake himself who was at fault for breaking his almost wife's heart and embarrassing her infront of her family and friends. it was him after all who initiated the kiss last night.
you tried to overlook the fact that you returned the kiss. it was merely just a moment of weakness. what are you supposed to do when the guy you've been in love with for years happens to lean forward and press his lips against yours? at least your conscience finally won over and you stepped back.
whilst you're panicking and simultaneously justifying your actions while pacing around frantically, you feel something on your hand and the next thing you know you, you're being turned around to face him, the guy who's responsible for the chaos happening inside you and the one happening back where the bride and the guests are, the guy who's currently looking at you with unspoken feelings and his hands holding your face.
"are you out of your mind!?" you couldn't believe that he had the audacity to stand infront of you when he should be apologizing to the woman he left hanging. a part of you was glad he chose to come after you rather than her and although it felt so wrong, nothing felt more right than to be held by him.
"look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't feel anything last night"
his voice was merely a whisper but it had the effect of a freight train running over you. he remembered and most of all, he felt something. "you were drunk, you didn't mean it". denial. your defense mechanism. your old buddy.
"aren't drunken words and actions a person's sober thoughts and desires?" a soft smile and an even softer gaze. he really had you wrapped around his finger and this was something you couldn't deny.
"you're not in your right mind!! fucking hell, you spoke the wrong name! my name!! not half an hour ago at the altar! in front of a 100 people-"
your words were swallowed by him. his lips against yours, a silent plea to shut up and calm down. it definitely did the trick, leaving you speechless. he pulls back with a smile because of how adorable you looked.
"will you listen to me?? the only thing wrong there was the person in front of me. not the name. do you think I'd say the wrong name when it's your name I've wished to speak while saying my vows?"
his hands rested on your shoulders, grip firm. "answer me honestly", his voice steady and his eyes staring into your soul making you feel vulnerable like always. you admitted you liked feeling like that. "did you or did you not feel something when I kissed you." he was desperate for your answer. "and before you say anything, remember that you kissed me back"
you knew you couldn't escape. you couldn't because you didn't drink at all last night. your eyes looked everywhere but at him. you opened your mouth but nothing came out, it felt impossible to utter a single sound so you just nodded.
his eyes widened, glistening with hope and heart beating in anticipation. "I felt something" if he wasn't focusing on your lips, he would've missed the words. "always have. long before last night's kiss." a broken laugh escaped you. maybe you were getting your wishes fulfilled but at what cost? hurting a genuinely nice person?
jake's grip on your shoulders loosened and his hands once again found home, holding your face and wiping the stray tear or two that managed to escape. "I really want you to be the one I'm exchanging vows with. the one I want to spend my life with and grow old with."
he couldn't hold back, pressing his lips to your forehead. "I'm sorry it took me so long to realize." resting his forehead against yours, he closes his eyes, pecking the bridge of your nose. "so will you have me? to have and to hold? through the good and the bad? in sickness and in health"
you couldn't help but chuckle at his words, your laughter making him smile. "let's take it slow, shall we? after all.. it took you 10 years to say finally say these words."
