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To Josh, stress is a constant companion. He's always worried about new songs and writing them, or how people will recieve his music. But his biggest stressor of all is when you get sick. And in all of these situations, Josh will get incredibly wound up, sometimes even causing himself to get sick in the process. If he doesn't get sick, he'll become extremely touchy and snap at you for little things. Of course he apologizes after the fact.
"Hey," you told him softly, coming up behind him as he stood staring out your bedroom window, taking in the night sky. You snaked your arms around his waist and squeezed a little as you kissed his shoulder. He quietly sighed in response, half of shame and half of relief.
"I'm sorry, darling," he whispered so softly you could barely hear him, "I didn't mean-"
You heard his voice start to waiver. You spun him around so that he was facing you, his dark eyes set intensely on yours. You noticed the tears brimming in them.
"I never should have yelled at you or said those things," he looked down, as if to hide his shame.
You pulled him into you, his head resting on the crook of your neck.
"I know, Josh," you consoled him. You knew how stressed and anxious he was lately. "Tell you what," you quietly said, "how about we go to bed. You're tired Josh, you need sleep."
He nodded in agreement, and followed you to the bed. Just lying there, curled into you, was a great relaxer for Josh.
Just hearing your breathing, just listening to your heartbeat, just tracing his fingers across you.
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Jake usually will only get stressed after you have an argument with him, or if you don't do something that he tells you. He'll usually give you a cold shouler and ignore you when he does get stressed.
"Are you almost ready?", you heard Jake say as he entered your bedroom. "We were supposed to be there ten minutes a-" "What do you think?" You asked, a smirk on your face, as you modeled your new dress to him. It was deep red and silk and clung to you so perfectly. It tied in the back in a criss cross pattern that left most of your back exposed His eyes were wide and his mouth gaped. "I think its a little," he paused, as if trying to find words, "short... and tight." "Well, I think you're short and tight but I don't complain. Besides, its cute." You said, smoothing out the dress that was clinging to you. "And I got it on sale. Can you believe it?" "You look like a whore, babe." You paused, a look of confusion and anger on your face. "Wow, Jake. A whore?" You turned from him, and back toward the vanity you were previously sitting at, grabbing your earrings. "Well, no- I mean- I'm not sayi-" he stammered out before you interrupted him. "Good, because I like it, and I'm the one wearing it. Not you," you walked past him, out your bedroom door, "Let's go, we're already late". Jake sighed and followed after you, "Oh so I just get to stand by while you go be a slut?" "Um, I guess." You responded with a tinge of sarcasm and sass. "Don't you see the problem here, babe?" "Not really, no." Jake sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Baby, you look phenomenal, sexy even, but I just don't want anyone else to look at you like that." "Oh so it's just about you now?" You retorted. "No, its not but-" "Then stop complaining. Let's go."
For the next four and a half hours, you and Jake barely spoke to one another. He was mad, you were mad. You knew why Jake was so instisting that you wore something else. His last girlfriend had cheated on him at a party and he was nervous that you would too. But that didn't excuse him calling you a slut. You could admit that you could have handled the situation differently, but it was Jake's turn to apologize, something he always got out of doing.
The ride home was quiet and fast, something you were thankful for. You immeditely kicked off your heels and fell onto your bed face down. You heard him enter and felt the sag in the bed as he sat down next to you. He traced the string that laced up the dress with his finger and sighed.
"What?" You dryly asked.
"I was a dick."
"Yes, you were. Anything else?"
"I shouldn't have called you a slutty whore."
You laughed a little to yourself.
"And I'm sorry."
"Okay." You responded blandly.
"Okay? That's it?" He questioned.
You laughed a little once more.
"Jake, it sounds like your mom told you to apologize. You can do better."
He sighed and laid down next to you on his back, looking at the ceiling. "I didn't mean what I said. I promise. I was just stressed out because it was making me feel like you were going to cheat on me too, or some guy that was better than me would come along and..." he trailed off, "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love you. You should wear whatever you want, and I should be okay with that." His voice lowered to a whisper, "I'm really so so sorry, baby."
You smiled and propped yourself up, looking down at him.
"I know." You said, kissing his cheek, "I just wanted to hear you say it."
so sorry that its been like a month since i've written anythinggg i've decided to change the format of my preferences from here on out just because i want to and the old ones were very crackhead energy lol (i still am very much a crackhead but i dont want my writing to be. dont @ me pls)
i know this isnt complete (hence it being part 1) but i wanted to publish at least something because we need content in this literAL DROUGHT (part 2 will be coming shortly with sammy and daniel yay)
Also i didnt publish bc i was in mourning over the fact that its been 60 MOTHERFUCKING DAYS without any new jake content from gvf and i am not ready for when they post the inevitable jake pic on their twitter page in the near future, so im scared :)
