Jacob Frye X Male Reader. Artistic Difference.

Gun repair

Eventually, you made it to Lambeth without a problem. The clerk looked at me incredulously "This is an old model. Why would you want it repaired? It's literally cheaper to buy a new one."
"It's for sentimental purposes."
"A bizarre thing to get attached to put sure I'll fix it. Come by in a few days, and I'll have the parts made."
So now you were sitting at home waiting for the gun to be repaired. You had a few jobs from the police that needed to be done. You were pouring all your energy into those. A knock came to the door, and a small boy was huffing and puffing with a letter in hand.
"Emergency from the bobbies, sir!" he yelled, handing the letter. You opened it to this message:
Sorry (Y/N) but can we use one of your pictures of the two Assassins? The NEWS is breathing down our necks about the incident with at the train station, and they need images that we don't have. Let's just say that people already dislike the police without the media spreading lies. Help us out?
Fredrick Abberline.
You limped over to your notebook which was sitting on the table and pulled out 2 sketches of each assassin to give to the small boy. The boy ran as quickly as he could back to the station. The paper came out the next day with the conglomerate of your drawings on the front. They looked quite nice. You were with Jacob at the pub when you saw them. "Those your drawings?" he'd asked.
"Yes. I do work for the police."
"They are beautiful. I think you could get famous off of these."
"Maybe.."
"Hey, everyone! Our little artist here made it to the news!" you blushed as the rooks cheered along. You both drank until the sun sank below the horizon. Actually, Jacob drank until the sun went down. You watched. You decided to leave around 10 and Jacob followed you out. The poor man could hardly find his way home in this state, so you led him to your house. "You know (Y/N) you're really handsome." He mentioned as you fiddled with your newly-installed lock on the door.
"Thank you, Jacob." You replied, passively.
"I mean it. You're the prettiest man in London! Prettier than me, prettier than Aleck and Abberline and prettier than Evie!"
"Evie is a girl."
"I don't think she is. I mean she's my sister, but she acts like a man sometimes." the door opened, and they both fell forward onto the floor, and you very nearly screeched. Jacob had landed on your bad leg. He giggled to himself as he looked over you "So pretty." He pecked at your neck. Leaving bruises as he nipped. "I really like you." the pain was getting worse. You didn't even care that he seemed to be trying seduce you or whatever the hell this was called. The swelling and bruising on your leg were being crushed.
"JACOB, PLEASE GET OFF!" you were very nearly in tears. Jacob's features were saddened.
"Don't you like me? I always see you drawing me."He looked torn.
"It's not that Jacob-" You sobbed.
"IS IT CAUSE I" M A MAN! Is it just DISGUSTING to be with another man-"
"NO- I fell off a 3-meter building a few months, and because I don't let myself have a break, my leg still hasn't healed! You're sitting on it, and it hurts!"
Jacob seemed to come to his senses, and he rolled off you "sorry." he mumbled. It wasn't okay, but Jacob wasn't in his right mind at the moment.
"It's fine. Come with me." You hopped up the stairs nearly falling multiple times. He collapsed in your bed, still holding onto you.
"Stay.......talk to me." you sighed carefully placing yourself next to him. He pushed his hair back so you could see his eyes clearly. "Whatcha think bout?"
"Not much. Are you okay, Jacob?"He shook his head slightly. "What's wrong? why did you get drunk and follow me until I agreed to take you home?"
"Evie 'mad at me." he lamented "A lot of people are angry at me at the moment. They say I'm too reckless. Which I am." He looked down at the sheets. "I'm scared."
"Scared about what?"
"That you'll hate me as much as I hate myself."
You push yourself closer to him and placed a small kiss on his forehead. He looked confused "I don't understand you, Jacob Frye, but I don't hate you. You just go too fast for me to keep up." He teared up and enveloped you in a hug.