Jacob Frye x Reader - The Fight
[A request from Anon(s)? where Jacob loses his temper at the reader. There’s not much I can play with this in this scenario (well, I could, but I refrain, because I like characters to remain in character and also because of my own, personal, tragic back story in regards to abusive men), but I will do my best to make it as enjoyable as possible for the ones that requested it.]
Your name: submit What is this?
You had found him wounded before—in an alleyway of all places and looking as though he were dead. His back against the surrounding wall, you had to realize he was breathing before announcing such a thought to yourself. Dragging him to your place, you did your best to let him heal under your care, but he was brutish and almost acted offended that you would dare rescue him.
With every bit of him snapping and pulling away from your touch, you tried to excuse the fact that he was hurt, but his temper was hardly something you could handle after awhile as you were doing what you could to make sure he’d find his feet again.
One day, you found yourself coming home and this Jacob Frye had fastened himself into his attire you had stripped from him before. Seeing such a thing, you frowned. He was still healing from that gunshot wound to his side and the several punches you noticed he took. If anything, his bruised skin showed that truth every time you changed his bandages.