Far cry 5 || One shots

Jacob Seed x f!reader || Nightmares

Title: Nightmares

Ship: Jacob Seed x F!reader

Pronouns: Female reader

Triggers: a little angst, nightmares, violence and war but it's not described like at all. Pretty vanilla stuff my man.

Characters: f!reader , Jacob Seed

Wordcount: 2634

a/n: 1. Flow is off
2. Like every time I do something like this,,,, 👏needs👏more👏angst👏

***

Love is patient love is kind, love forces you to endure, to care. It forces you in places you never thought you'd be dragged to. Puts you into the corner and begs you to react. It drags you under and holds you there and somehow being under the influence together makes it okay.

No one ever said love was easy, no one ever said joining Eden's gate was an easy endeavour and no one would even dare say Jacob was an easy man to get along with but yet here we stand where these three points collide.

Next to Jacob tangled between the sheets, back turned to a man you'd give your life for and yet you couldn't help but wonder if you were what he needed.

Night after night you wondered as you expected his body to shake. Night after night you waited for his past to come rushing back. Night after night you waited afraid of what was to come.

Was it better to have him wake up upset at you but you'd get some version of sleep after the episode or was it better when he could get a night's sleep. Admittedly it was a selfish thought but still you wondered whether the images helped him work through the thoughts he had or it was that he was haunted by something that would not let him rest.

You'd come to learn the names by now as he cried out in his sleep, knew bits of the situation as you pieced together the puzzle he unwillingly revealed in his episodes. He would never reveal the picture himself which is what brought on the feelings of unworthiness and the insecurity. He would never trust you as you had grown to trust him.

You felt him shift behind you and closed your eyes momentarily, waiting and anxious. Afraid to look back but did so anyway after a moment.

His chest rose rapidly as his breathing came and went. His eyes was clenched and caused furrow to form on his forehead from the strain. His hands clenched and you waited.

Mistakingly you thought maybe this time it won't be as bad, maybe this time he'd bring himself out so you didn't have to. Maybe this time it will be different.

You pulled yourself to a half sitting position as your hand hovered over his shoulder, remembering a time where he had dislocated your shoulder when he fought back with an evil that wasn't physically there. You, a paper cut out of a silhouette he saw in the haze.

His head jerked with whispers falling from his lips, names and demands you had heard before and you imagine it was from his time in Iraq. He'd never shared too much from his time in the army but you had a general idea of what he did there and even with the way Hope county had turned out, the stories he did share was way beyond anyone should bear.

"Jacob." You whispered, fingers hovering over him, afraid to make contact.

His body responded with a jerk of his head at the sound of his name but didn't bring him back, seeming to only make it worse. Your fingers curled around his bicep gently as you shook him, calling his name, pleading as your heart started to pound loudly in your chest.

His body was covered in a layer of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes shot open but remained unfocused, dilated. His hand shot out to grab at your arm, the skin soft and fragile under his fingertips. His grip was tight and it hurt a bit but you didn't move, only hoped what was to come wasn't worse, that it would be over soon.