JUST A TOUCH OF YOUR HAND pt. 3
pairing: moonboys x fem!reader
summary: jake finally makes his debut to ask the reader a question the boys have been dying to ask. reader gives her answer and jake is just a cutie.
warning: jake (he's a warning, yes), just some nice fluff for ya.
authors note: okay ik a lot of you have been wanting this chapter for a long time (sorry about the long wait, I had a lot going on the past couple of months). this chapter isn't as long as the others but it just felt right to have this one be short and sweet. the next chapter, maybe we'll see some more of marc 😏🤭
word count: 1,028
and then there was jake. it was funny actually. he'd been dreaming of meeting his soulmate since he had gotten the stain. and he had so badly wanted to meet you when you first brushed against their hand on the sidewalk that day.
god how he wanted to meet you. and yet he couldn't make himself front. even when steven or marc would hand it over to him, especially when you'd plan days to meet and spend with him, he just couldn't front.
none of them understood it. it's like he'd freeze up. it was eating him up. he was pretty sure he was in love with you – actually he was positive he was in love with you. and he'd never even actually met you!
you, being the amazing person you were, were so patient with him. whenever you'd see the boys on the days you were going to meet jake, and find out he wasn't fronting, you'd have marc or steven tell him you didn't mind waiting.
"you boys are all worth waiting for," you'd say, making them melt.
and jake would try more to front around you and it just wouldn't happen. he couldn't figure out why. although on a deeper level, he knew why.
he supposed he wasn't much different than marc. as much of a hopeless romantic as he was, he also knew his reputation. it was said reputation that caused him to romanticize the thought of a soulmate. he never really thought himself capable of being loved. if marc thought his hands were stained with blood, jake was swimming in it.
if he was realistic, he couldn't imagine why you would love him. he was ruthless, he could be cold, he had a tendency to shut people out if they got too close.
But he wanted you to get too close. He wanted to able to talk to you, learn about you and not through the other two. He wanted to hold you and comfort you, and be held and be comforted by you.
but like marc, he'd been scared. scared you'd run for it, if you knew him. everyone else did.
and yet here you were: sitting across the table, smiling so wide, eyes so patient, like he's your favorite person in the world. if you kept going, he's sure he would probably cry.
"jake?" you called cautiously, breaking him from his thoughts. his eyes snap to yours, smiling at you. he thinks: 'they're right...the way she says our names is addicting.'
"sí, amor?" he answers softly, but you seem to brighten up even more.
"yes," you simply said.
his eyebrows furrow. had he asked a question?
yes, you did, you bloody idiot!
holy shit...she actually said yes...
"yes?" he repeated, since his alters weren't helping him at all.
you laughed at that, at him seemingly forgetting his own question. he loved that sound.
"you asked me to move in," you reminded him patiently.
"and you said yes?"
"I did."
"but you don't know me," he tries to reason, because how on earth would you have agreed to move in with the mess of these three men?
"I know that i love marc and steven, and if I love them, i already love you too," were you trying to kill him?
"why?"
that threw you for a loop. you hadn't been expecting it. why did you love this man you've never actually met?
"well...for starters, we're soulmates-"
"that doesn't mean that I'm not a terrible person." steven had warned you of this. that he might try to talk of himself like this.
"but you're not-"
"you don't know that."
"except that I do."
"how could you possibly know that?"
"because I just do-"
"amor, that's not an answ-"
"I know because you're a weirdo who wears gloves while he drives a limo. You send a bouquet of my favorite flowers every time you can't front when we planned. I know because I can feel you follow me home every night after work when you're patrolling, making sure I get home safe. I know because marc's told me that you can't pass a cat without petting it. I know because I *know.* You're a *good man,* jake," you say, looking at him completely serious.
and for the first time in a long time, every voice in his head is silent. they're at a loss for words. there's this strange feeling in jake's heart and he's never felt it before.
what is that, he thinks.
that's love, jake.
it feels like a heart attack.
yeah...it's great, innit?
you watch him closely while he's silent, watching to see if you've overstepped somehow. to try and see what he's feeling. amd when he stands, you're worried he's leaving. that he's going to change his mind about wanting you to move in.
but he quickly crosses over to you and he cups your face, gentle as he is urgent, and leans down and kisses you, deeply, passionately. and for a moment, you're confused. but you quickly kiss him back, matching his energy, his passion. after a moment, he pulls away, both of you panting lightly, breathless from the kiss. he presses his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes so intensely you swear he can see your soul.
"te amo jodidamente mucho," he says, voice barely above a whisper.
"I love you too," you say back softly, meaning every word.
jake has feel that twist in his heart again, but he knows what it is now. it's love. and it's strange and foreign but...he thinks he likes it. he feels like he's never smiled so wide in his life. he presses one more soft kiss to your lips before moving back to his seat at the table.
"so...tell me about these gloves you bought me," he grins.
and you start talking about them, explaining every detail about them and why you thought he'd like them. he swears he's never smiled so dopey in his life, talking to you about anything and everything you wanted to talk about. he'd finally fronted and he'll be damned if he doesn't take advantage of every single second he gets with you.
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The party gets into a debate about who gives the best hugs. Lucas says max does, which she thinks is very sweet but entirely incorrect because obviously Steve gives the best hugs. Dustin agrees wholeheartedly. Mike refuses to let Steve win so he says Will gives the best hugs. Will is like oh that's nice...Mike you give the best hugs :). El is like you are wrong Hopper gives the best hugs. No one can argue with her on that but Dustin is adamant that Hop only gives her the best hugs because he's her dad and therefore Steve gives the best hugs.
Steve hears this and is like you all are wrong Robin gives the best hugs, hands down. No contest.
And the Party is flabbergasted because Robin is not a huggy person. She's barely a touchy person. Like yeah she'll give a shoulder pat or a friendly elbow, but whenever Robin hugs one of them it's awkward and stiff.
When informed of this Steve is like "...uh. no? She's literally so clingy? We hang off each other all the time? Her hugs are amazing? What are you talking about?"
"yeah cause she's in love with you"
Steve doesn't dignify that with a response other than a huff.
Eddie walks in and Steve thinks he's got an ally in this pointless battle. Eddie is firmly of the opinion Steve gives the best hugs. Because he does. Nice big hugs with an extra squeeze in the middle. There is no other reason involving his big gay crush on Steve or his love of Being Held. Nope. None.
Steve is frustrated because while it's touching they think Steve gives good hugs, they are not acknowledging Robin's superior hugging!! The disrespect! Sacrilege!! Disgraceful!! And everyone is like Steve!! She doesn't give us hugs! Only you!!
Finally, Robin comes in. Steve stands and glares at the party, he'll show them.
"Robin!" He says, arms wide.
"Steve!" She grins and dives into him, curling her arms around his waist, tucks her face right into his neck, and rocks them back and forth, giving a good squeeze before they release each other.
Steve turns to the group with a smug expression because see? Best hugs.
Dustin is going to prove Steve wrong. He gets up. Smiles. Opens his arms.
"hey Robin!" And waits. Robin smiles and looks at him. Pats his arm. Give him a bit of a side hug outside his arms. Ruffles his hair.
"hey?"
Dustin grins.
"so we were talking about who gives the best hugs and-
"oh, Steve, definitely. Absolutely. Hands down no contest. Why?"
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