Jacob Frye x Reader
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You struggle down the street, hand clasped onto your bleeding arm and running as fast as you could.

With a struggled breath, you turn a corner only to run into some more drunk men that wanted to fulfill their own selfish pleasures. You back away, turning your head towards the way you came from, seeing the men that were running after you moments before. One of them had a broken bottle in his hands, the same bottle he smashed into your arm.

You usually would have fought back because you honestly don't let anyone take advantage of you, but you realized that you were overpowered and needed to get away. With narrowed eyes, you turn around and run the other way, now having twice as many men following you.

You couldn't just scream and shout for help because, well, you didn't exactly want to attract any more men. So you ran even if you didn't want to. Nobody was around at the time, either. It was the dead of night and everyone was in their houses probably sleeping. By now, you were getting tired and ready to give yourself a break from running so much.

"Wait up, girlie! We won't hurt you," one guy slurs.

You crane your head back, giving an icy glare before flipping him off with a bitter expression. A loud scream erupts from your throat when a hand reaches out from an alleyway you're running by, struggling against the persons grip. A hand cups over your mouth and another hand grabs your arm that isn't bleeding, pulling you close to the persons chest. Loud and uneven footsteps coming running your way, your eyes squeezing closed so you wouldn't have to look.

The footsteps pass by the ally, your trembling body relaxing just a bit. After the footsteps can no longer be heard, you twist yourself around and push the person away, grabbing onto your bleeding arm once more.

"Stay away from me." You hiss, your eyes traveling over the body standing in the corner.

You wince, looking down to your bleeding arm and huffing, ripping a bottom piece off your dress to tie around the wound. Completely ignoring the person standing in the corner just watching you, you looking around for something to bite onto for the pain because you knew it would hurt pretty bad. You stumble around the ally, your slightly glazed over eyes scanning the ground. The person standing in the corner watches you with a quirked brow and a smirk.

When you come up empty handed, cuss words start flying through your lips. With a pained sigh, look take the piece of ripped off fabric in your hands and hold it out to the person, not able to meet their gaze.

"Can you... help me?" You mumble, turning your head away to hide the blush growing on your cheeks.

A hearty laugh comes from the male standing in the corner, your chest immediately tightening. You suddenly get hot, sweat starting to bead down the side of your face. The male steps out, his handsome looks now revealed to you. He walks up to you, taking the cloth in his gloved hands.

You stare at his facial features, immediately mesmerized by the way he looked. Not to mention that his green eyes dug into your skin. But in a good way. He notices your stare, cocking his head to the side and giving a bright smile, almost one that a child would give.

"Who may you be?" He asks, lacing the fabric under your arm and looping the two ends together.

"(Y/n). Who are you?" You retort a question back.

He pries his eyes away from yours, looking down at the cloth in his hands before pulling the two ends separate ways. The cloth tightens around your wound and you let out a short yelp at the pain, followed by a glare at the guy who just chuckled. He keeps pulling, the pain on your arm getting worse and worse. Before you explode into a fiery mess, yelling and cussing about how it hurt, he releases the ends of fabric and gives a cheeky smile.

"Jacob Frye at your service." He grabs the front of his top hat and tips it off his head as he bows politely.

You try to stutter out a reply, cheeks now colored a bright red. He flips his body back up, placing his top hat back on with a smirk. His eyes roll over your beautiful features, liking what he saw. You pry your eyes over to the side, starting to head out of the ally without another word.

"O-oi!" He calls out, running up beside you with a perplexed expression.

"Where are you going?" He asks, pouting like a tiny child.

You glance to the side, giving him a tiny, almost unnoticed smile. He immediately returns the favor with a giant smile of his own. You couldn't help but admit to yourself that this guy was incredibly annoying in every single way. But he had a good heart and you liked that. Not to mention the good looks he was born with.

"I'm going home. My arm hurts, probably will get infected if I don't clean it up properly." You give a breathy chuckle at his eyes lighting up and a smirk crawling up his face.

"Then I will give you some most needed company on the way there." He chimes.

You roll your eyes, secretly loving the fact that he was taking time out of his night to accompany you home for who knows what. You two walk in comfortable silence, stealing glances of each other now and then. And when your eyes would lock together when trying to steal a peek, you two would turn heads and pretend to look at something else.

"Why were you in that ally like a creep?" You pipe up, catching his full attention. Not like you didn't already have it, though.

"I was waiting for a specific guy to pass by, but you showed up first. But that is okay, I suppose," he scratches the back of his neck.

You give him a thankful smile, nodding your head. Who's knows what would have happened if those drunk men had showed up again. You probably wouldn't be able to get away for a second time. Not a moment later, you stop a wooden door with your name on the front of it.

"This is it. Thank you for getting me home and taking care of my arm, Jacob."

You reach up, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling his face down to yours, pressing your lips against his cheek as a thank you. The stubble on his face tickles your lips as you release, a pinkish blush crossing over your cheeks. You turn around, grabbing the door handle and pushing the door open, looking back to wave at Jacob who looked like he had seen a ghost.

"See you later." You chuckle, closing your door with a soft click.

He stares at your door, breaking into a huge smirk and spinning around to walk away. As he fixes his top hat from where you moved it, his green eyes look back at your door that got farther and farther away.

"Indeed you will, (Y/n)."

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This was so bad. Anyway, I'm done for the night.

Desmond my favorite character is up next. Now I'm going to stop for the night.

*drops mic*