Jake x Reader

We walked, walked, and walked until we hit a sudden turn at a creek. I was really confused, because who the fuck just plants a house in the middle of nowhere? This guy.

"You sure you're alright?" I asked, but Jake just groaned. This was probably about the fifth time during this journey.

"No, I'm not. Happy yet?"

"Not until you tell me what exactly is wrong,"

"My leg hurts like hell for some bullshit reason,"

"You only tripped,"

"Exactly! Like I've fought a fucking bear once, and that left me in shreds, but this? One measly little trip, and boom! My life is in tatters and I can't walk,"

"Sounds tough, your life I mean. I don't believe you with the bear thing, haha."

"I can show you my scars if you want! Two on my back, three on my left arm."

"How do I know they're not from like, a cat or something."

"Oho, they're big." He grinned, but winced. I half smiled and placed my hand on his shoulder.

"You're a dork,"

Time skip:

5 more minutes, and we had arrived at a strangely large house? It was covered in plants, and it was kinda massive.

"Yo, that's massive!" I yelled, looking at it in a mixture of awe and confusion.

"I know, heh." He smiled, and walked through the doors after unlocking them. I cautiously stepped in, and hOLy fuck.

I was confused, but impressed. It was a nice house. He had began walking up a set of stairs, and I began to follow. As I reached what was probably his room, I sighed.

He was absolute trash.

His walls were covered in posters ranging from 'Tomb Raider' to 'Weekend at Bernie's'. Comic books scattered the floo- holy fuck he has guns too!

"Holy hell," I whispered, picking up what looked like some kind of handgun.

"If you shoot that in here I will literally kill you,"

"With what?"

"Don't test me (F/n) I've got a flipping bazooka behind my bed," I could hear him smirk, I looked over at his bed, and as Jake stated, a bazooka was right behind it.

"How the fuck has the government not found these,"

"They don't know I exist,"

"You're illegal?! Do you have a birth cetificat-"

"No, no! Of course they know I exist, I've got a fucking license. And I don't have any actual ammo for this bazooka. It was a present from my grandmother,"

"What kind of badassery is your grandmother, I have to meet her someday!"

"About that.." His voice softened in pitch, I then gasped.

"I'm so sorry,"

"It's okay," he half smiled at me, I did the same. After an awkwardly long time of staring at each other, I coughed to break the silence.

"So! Bandage!" I grinned, Jake then nodded.

"Bandages! Woo!" He started rummaging underneath his bed, and pulled out a big first-aid kit. He opened the lid, and pulled out a bandage.

"So," I started, oh god this is gonna sound weird. "Was it painful, I mean. When you fell from heave- nah, haha I'm just messing with you. Did it hurt when that wrestling match with the 'bear' went pear shaped?"