relationships: jake lockley x fem!reader, established marc spector x fem!reader, steven grant x fem!reader
summary: As long as Jake can remember he's only had Marc and Steven to protect - then you came into the picture. Jake is scared to admit just how much you mean to him until you're injured, then he can no longer hide his feelings.
warnings: car accident/hospitalization/injuries, protective (but soft) jake, referenced childhood abuse, non sexual showering together, little bit of jealous!jake, jake has never been in a healthy/loving relationship and it shows.
translations: cariño- dear, princesa- princess, mi vida- my life, muñeca- doll
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'Has Y/N sent her home text yet?' Steven asks from his reflection in Gus' II's and Gil's fish tank. Jake looks away from the TV, "her what?" His alter looks annoyed, 'you know what I'm talking about. The text she sends everynight to tell us she got home safe.'
Jake sighs dramatically picking up their phone. When he sees the late time illuminated on the screen something twists in his gut. Ever since you started dating Steven, and later Marc, you would send daily texts to whoever was fronting. The amount would vary depending on your workload but there were always three constants: good morning, I'm home, good night.
Jake clenches his jaw. He tells himself he's being irrational, clingy even. He tries to keep his voice even when he responds. "No, but she said she was working late."
This time it's Marc that speaks up. 'She should definitely be home by now. Call her.'
"You two are so dramatic," he grumbles, although he was about to do that anyway. You don't answer. Jake tries to ignore the worry churning in his gut. You're an adult, you don't need him hovering, but something feels off. Marc and Steven are pestering him to go to your flat but he barks at them in Spanish, trying to gather his own thoughts. A notification has them all freezing.
Jake takes only a moment to read the message before an unreadable expression flickers across his face. He bolts out of the flat, leaving his altars in the dark. If you heard the way he was yelling at the cabbie to hurry up you would be pissed but manners are the last thing on his mind. Once the car comes to a stop he throws some money (including a tip because he's not a monster) at the poor driver before jumping out.
