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With Him

Jacob Frye x Reader

Words: 1163

Requests: 

1) New to your blog and I was wondering if you could possibly write something about Jacob Frye. If that’s okay with you. Thank you!

2) Can you write some Jacob fluff?

A/N: I’m not entirely happy with this, for which I owe an apology to the requesters. I’m sorry!

The steady thrum of water splashing to the ground was your only comfort, darkness wrapping around your form like a blanket. It had been months and yet, you still found that it haunted every thought, lurked around every corner of your mind to the point of insanity. You shivered, not necessarily from the freezing drops stabbing into the black cloth of your suit, but because of the truth. You had been so sure of who you were, so positive that your path had been the right one, until they had to shatter your heart, unravel the very fabrics of your reality. 

Since then you’d had only three constants; your Creed, the twins, and the evil encompassing this city like a plague. Two of which you had entirely worked out, the last one, well… Evie and Jacob were complicated. You’d much rather focus on the more gruesome side of things than think about your relationship with the twins. Evie had been your friend through much of your childhood, always being there whenever you needed her. It wasn’t so much her relationship as it was that of the other Frye’s. 

You and Jacob were… difficult to explain. You very much did get along with the man it’s just sometimes you got along too well. He would give you that look, mischief mixed with something more, and it would make your heart race in anticipation, your skin ache for his touch, and your mind freeze. To simply put it, Jacob Frye was going to be the death of you.

“A little late for an afternoon stroll, don’t you think?” His voice rang out, the defined accent echoing through the night. Speak of the devil.

“It’s never too late.” You shrugged, keeping your eyes on the lights scattered throughout the city. To most, it would be a beautiful sight, to you however, you only saw the corrupt, the broken, and the bloodied streets. You only saw the cold, hard truth underneath the pretty lies they tell themselves. 

Heat was radiating from Jacob’s body as he stood just a fraction too close, your senses honing in on him entirely. You didn’t have to turn your head to know his eyes would be shining brilliantly, didn’t have to observe him to notice the darkness and danger that lingers just underneath his features.

“Why are you really up here, love?” He sounded oddly serious, your eyes not daring to meet his gaze.

“Do you think I’m like them?” You asked lowly, staring at Jacob’s boots. His feet moved to face you, the dirt crunching beneath the leather.

“No,” he stated simply, two warm fingers lifting your chin up. His look was serious, the adamance in his tone making you fall just a little bit more. You never wanted him to look at you any other way, his eyes practically placing a crown upon your head and proclaiming you a queen.

“Thank you,” you whispered. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a little smirk, his fingers pulling you closer to his body.

“It’s only the truth,” his breath was ghosting your lips, prompting a shiver. It felt sinful, moving inch by agonizing inch closer to his lips, your body practically screaming his name. Your eyelids fluttered closed, your mouth tantalizingly close to his. Just a few more seconds and… a throat cleared, causing you to jump away from Jacob like he burned you.

“Am I interrupting?” Evie asked, a brow arched high upon her face.

“Not at all,” you stuttered at the same time Jacob bit out, “Yes.” Heat creeped up your neck, covering your face in a red stain as you looked to Jacob.

“Well, whatever I may or may not have been interrupting,” you could’ve sworn Evie sent you a sly look, “We’ve got a little… situation.” Jacob sighed heavily, nodding.

“The fun just never stops, does it?”


You and Jacob had two very different definitions of fun, you mused, wind whipping through your hair, rain slapping against your face, and mud splattering against your boots. Your muscles were screaming at you in protest as you dragged them further, pushing yourself to the absolute max. You could see the red flash of a cloak below, hear the loud footsteps as the Templar barreled through the streets. A smile bloomed on your face, the Templar only seeming to make your job easier. 

You kept through the air, enjoying the rush of adrenaline and the fluttering feeling in your stomach at the flight as you landed roughly on your target, hidden blade sliding smoothly into his throat. Your breathing was labored as you pulled the blade from his flesh, his warm blood spreading on your hands as you brought his face to the light. 

For one terrifying second, it was his face. His dark, lifeless eyes were staring blankly up at you, his lips parted as he breathed your name one last time, the wretched stench of regret on his last dying breath. You stumbled back, the memories cutting deep into you like a fresh wound. You were shoved back into reality as your back connected to a hard chest, two strong arms wrapping around you. For a panicked moment, you struggled, just waiting for the pain of death. Instead, a soft whisper hushed you, two hands needing at the flesh on your hips.

“Jacob,” you whimpered, turning and burying your head into his chest. He pulled you tight against him, his words like a rope pulling you out of the darkness of your own mind. Your senses flooded with Jacob, all remnants of death and regret blowing away in the breeze. With each waft of his leathery and sugary scent, you were slowly calming down. His gentle touch coaxing you back into stability. “I’m sorry.” You whispered finally, staying in his warm embrace.

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart.” He hushed, running a hand through your soft locks.

“It is,” you cried. “It’s my fault he’s dead.” His hand faltered for a moment, his body pulling back so he could look into your eyes.

“Your father was a Templar, both of your parents were. They chose their fate when they attacked us.” You needed to believe it, needed to listen, but you just couldn’t. You knew that some part of you would always blame yourself, but for right now, you reveled in the feel of Jacob. With him, you felt just a little more whole. With him, the world didn’t hurt as much. With him, you felt love. And the look in his eyes told you one thing; he felt the same way. 

He smiled softly, pressing his forehead against your own in the sweetest of touches. “You’ll always have me.” As illogical as it was, you believed him. You both lived dangerous lives, death at every corner just waiting for a single slipup. But in that moment, you couldn’t care less because you had Jacob, and a second with him was worth more than a lifetime without him.

Being Nick’s girlfriend would include…

  • Being best friends with Judy, and both of you complaining about Nick in front of him every day
  • “You ladies do know that I can hear you, right?”
  • Constant sass battles
  • You trying to make him wear something else than that ridiculous Hawaiian shirt
  •  “Nick, you look like an unripe pineapple, now will you please just try on the button-down?”
  • Unexpectedly jumping onto his back all the time
  • Surprise kisses when he’s busy sorting out police files
  • Playing pranks on Chief Bogo through the radio dispatch with Clawhauser at the reception
  • “Yes, Chief Bogo, we have a savage donut on the loose, I repeat, we have a savage donut on the loose.”
  • Always distracting him while he’s trying to work, whether it be ‘accidentally’ spilling his coffee, or simply draping yourself over his lap
  • Being the one who comforted him after the Junior Ranger Scouts muzzled him
  • Occasionally staring sadly at Nick from across a room, remembering the days when he was a care-free fox cub
  • Judy always pestering you for stories about Nick when he was younger
  • “Well. there was this one time he super glued his hands to his feet and-”
  • “Y/n, you swore that you would never talk about that again!”
  • Inappropriate comments. All day. Every day. Especially in front of Judy, just to see the young bunny all hot and bothered
  • Being surprisingly good pals with Finnick
  • Taking Nick’s police car out for joyrides without his permission
  • Judy squealing every time Nick kisses you
  • “Judy, it’s just a kiss. Honestly, woman.”
  • The entire police force (even Chief Bogo) shipping the two of you all the time
  • Knowing that without Nick, Judy, and everyone in Zootopia, life would be completely and utterly boring
Hetalia characters as things my classmates have said/done
  • America : * raises hand * can I do the project on McDonald's instead
  • England : *Sassing the writing teacher and correcting everyone's grammar*
  • France : * moaning noises in class and laughter *
  • Russia : * gets rejected by a pencil *
  • China : my age is....... over 9,000.
  • Italy : * eats so much pizza HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO CONSUME THAT MANY PIZZA SLICES*
  • Germany : RUNNNN I WANNA SEE THOSE LEGS MOVING PEOPLE
  • Japan : My zodiac sign is otaku
  • Spain : * during field trip * LOOK A TURTLE-
  • Prussia: I'm so awesome every morning I almost forgot to turn off the awesome
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“To put it simply, I’m selective about who I work with…”

On Your Own

Pairing: (Dean x Reader)


Warning: None really. Fighting.


A/N: Y'all better like it.



“You drive me insane, Dean.” You sigh. He was arguing about hunts. He doesn’t like you going off by yourself.


“I just don’t want you to do that.”


“Why do you get to then?” You cross your arms, and look him dead in the eye.


“Because I enjoy it, and I can protect myself.” He says plainly.


“You enjoy hunting? So do I. You can protect yourself? So can I.” You sass. He doesn’t say anything, but soon Sam walks in.


“Am I interrupting something?” He goes to leave, but you stop him.


“No, you’re not. I was just leaving.” You spin on your heel and walk to your room.

“What was that about?” You hear Sam ask.


“Nothing.”


***


You sigh before grabbing a duffle bag. You fill it with clothes, and weapons. You look at your watch and see the time. It’s late at night. You’re gonna go on a hunt


You need to take a break. You two have been fighting lately, and it hasn’t been pretty. But you can’t just leave them. You love Dean, and he loves you. You can’t leave Sam either. Also you just need them, so you can’t leave.

So you’re just taking a break.

So you finish your bag, and tip toe to the door of Dean and Yours room. You slowly open your door, and stick your head out, then look back in at Dean sleeping peacefully on the bed. You look around before running through the hallways. You make it to the garage and you look around for your motorcycle. Once you see it your run to it, and put your bag in the compartment of your seat before starting it and driving off.


There was this hunt that Sam and Dean were going to go to tomorrow night so you figured you’d beat them to it. It is a couple vampires that you could easily take down. You keep driving, for an hour or so until you find the warehouse. You park a little ways away so they don’t here you.

Then you burn a mixture of saffron, skunk cabbage, and trillium to cover your sent. After you finish that you grab out two machete’s and stick one in your belt. You slowly make your way into the barn.


You look around at all the sleeping blood suckers, and then find the people held hostage. You sigh before walking over to them.


“Shh, I’m here to get you out.” You say, not wanting them to be loud. They nod simultaneously. You look around, and find keys hanging on a hook, you quickly grab them and start unlocking the people. Then your phones goes off. You forgot to shut it off, or at least turn off the ringer. The vampires stir and you quickly take it out of your pocket and silence it. Sixteen missed calls, and texts from Sam and Dean, but the majority of them are from Dean. You groan at the thought of them worrying about you. Then you are grab from behind. You scream at the top of your lungs, and swing your machete backwards, slicing the head off of a vampire. He falls dead to the floor and you sigh. Then you look up and notice the other vamps awake. Now you wish you didn’t scream. You hold up your machete, ready to fight.


You thought there was only going to be a few blood suckers.


You thought wrong.


A couple run at you and you dodge then, while spinning around and slicing their heads off. You run at some others, and stab them causing them to take a step back. So you cut their heads off. You never realize what an adrenaline rush it gives you. One comes at you and swings a fist. You dodge it, but he swipes the machete out of your hand. You quickly grab your other one and move out of the way, as he charges at you. You take that time to slice his head off too. You look at the rest of the group.


“Bring it on, fuckers.” You laugh. They run at you and throw punches. The majority of them hitting you, and leaving marks. You groan as pain rushes through you. Then you get kicked in the back of the leg. You fall down, and they are on top of you.


“You’re gonna pay for the men you killed.” One says.


“They weren’t men. They were monsters.” You spit out. Then you get kicked in the stomach. You cry out as they do it again. You are going to be surprised if you don’t have any broken ribs. You try to kick one but she stomps on your leg, and you hear it snap. You scream, as pain rushes through you. You can’t hold back your tears, but you try.


“Stop playing with are food.” You close your mouth as you see the leaders mouth open. I’m done for. Then you hear a door being busted open. You don’t dare to open your eyes. Then after a few screams, that weren’t yours, you feel yourself being picked up.


“Don’t hurt me. Please…” You beg.


“It’s okay. It’s me.” You open your eyes to see Dean.


“W-what? You got ‘em?” You ask, wincing as he trys to put you in the impala, and your leg hits the door. He looks down, almost as if he was the one in pain.


“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that you couldn’t protect yourself.” Dean apologizes.


“Dean, it’s not your fault.” You mumble.

“Yes it is.” He says leaning over you to lay you in the back seat.

“Stop. Blaming. Yourself.” You say. You grab his face and plant a long, loving kiss on his lips. Part of him is leaning on your leg, but you don’t want to ruin the kiss. “Please.”

“Okay.” Then he kisses you back again. “Only if we can do this more often.” He gestures the the kissing.

“Sure.”