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Jacob Frye x Reader: In his Dreams
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A/N: A story where Jacob Frye thinks his S/O is dead only to wake up and find her in his bed. [R/Q from anon—thank you for your patience!] Because of the request, the point of view is going to be changed, and this will be read more like a fanfiction than a reader insert, I feel, so…insert yourself or insert a fan character or whoever. Hope that is okay~

Rating: SFW (graphic violence).

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He was always worried as of late. Jacob Frye had accepted (Y/N)’s hand in marriage, but that action alone…an action that should warm him to the core…chilled him to death as it felt like he had damned her to die. The mere wedding band he placed upon her finger was almost equal to a noose in his opinion, and he couldn’t help but find himself a reckless bundle of nerves when he wasn’t around his wife.

“I swear, you worry too much at times, Jacob,” (Y/N) teased, sitting down at the loveseat upon the train headquarters. “You weren’t always like this, so what has you so on edge?”

Admittedly, Jacob knew that this wasn’t like him—he knew it was weird and nearly out of character for him; however, he was denied any sort of love he found genuine growing up, and the fear of letting that slip away was heavy upon his shoulders and heart.

When (Y/N) called him out on it, he chuckled briefly while removing his top hat to dig his fingers within his hair as if to remove the worry from his mind. “I apologize for it, love.” Tossing his hat off to the side to let it land where it may, he moved himself upon the loveseat next to the woman he adored and sprawled across it with his head in her lap to gaze upward at her with a playful smirk, his hands folded upon his stomach as he did so.

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