A while back on Tumblr, I had people send me an ask and said they'll get a short (< 500 word) blurb with their ship (yes, reader + character too) and their kiss of choice.
These are all of the kisses that came out of it.
⚠ Crossposted on Tumblr a...
Fiiiiiinally getting to the kiss ask! Jake + 25 + 42 pleaseeeee 😍😍😍 Love you, my Starry Squirrel!
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You're so tired, exhausted—every bone in your body aches. If you didn't know any better, you would think even the tips of your hair ache. Or, well, it would if you had any hair anymore. After a long, protracted battle fighting your body, you're not sure you have much strength left. It kills Jake to see you suffer; you know it does. But he couldn't help your body fight an unseen, unknown enemy.
You don't know how he did it. How could he be so strong when you crumbled? It ate you up emotionally in the same way the chemotherapy and radiation ate at your body. You can see how the strength in his eyes has faded daily. You don't know why he'd stayed with you. You can't ask him why, either. The one time you'd tried, he'd sobbed, clutching you to his chest.
"I promised you, baby doll. In sickness and death. In sickness andin health."
You hadn't brought it up again. After that low point, you focused on being better for Jake and you. With each setback and improvement, you smiled for Jake. You poured your love for Jake through each kiss and every action. Even when you could barely move, you ensured your kisses held your heart.
It's been a year and a half since you started the toughest battle of your life. Jake's been deployed for the past three months, and your exhaustion can't overshadow your excitement to have Jake back. He's coming home today, and as you step out of Jake's truck with only the slightest bit of help from Penny, you hope he'll be happy to see you. Your short-shorn hair is hidden under a big sun hat, and a gauzy sundress floats around your ankles with each step you take.
You've timed it, so the Daggers are some of the only people left on the docks. Your steps feel as shaky as a newborn fawn's as you walk singlemindedly towards Jake's broad back as you see it amidst the Daggers.
"J-JAKE!" Your voice is a hoarse scream as you force your battered body into a run. His face when he sees you is like sunshine after years of rain. He feels so good when you launch into his arms, your hat falling to the pavement at your feet as he peppers kisses over your face.
"You're walking, baby doll!" He sounds so surprised to see you. You pull the papers you've brought from your purse and hand them to him. His smile is soft, gentle, and full of a hope you haven't seen in a long time.
"You're in remission, baby doll?" He kisses you so gently at your eager nod that you lose track of everything but Jake.
"I'm so proud of you, baby doll. I love you." Your laughter as he swings you in a circle makes your heart lighter than it has been since before your diagnosis. With Jake, you can overcome it all.
