[davejacobs]

@dreaminofsantafe continued from here

Davey’s gaze was downcast as he continued to answer the cops’ questions as best as he could. Red and blue flashed over the scene of the rescued captives and the small crowd that had gathered as a result.

Davey’s ankle was throbbing after the leap from a two story window that had ultimately lead to his own dscape, but the pain did nothing to distract from his racing thoughts.

A voice however, caught his attention immediately.

Cheeks almost instantly slick with tears, Davey quickly made his way to Jack, suddenly able to ignore the twinge in his ankle as he limped closer to their tearful reunion.

Jack’s hug was suddenly the most wonderful feeling in the world, and Davey nearly let out a choked sob as this action made things all the more real for him.

He was free. It was over.

Suddenly Jack’s words awakened another feeling inside Davey, a pained yearning, and he wasted no time in gently grabbing the other boy and pulling him in for a kiss.

“I thought I’d never get to hear you say it—“

[davejacobs]

@dreaminofsantafe continued from here

Davey let his eyes drift shut for a moment when Jack ran a hand gently through his hair, finally letting go of the other boy’s wrist as his arm fell limply back onto the duvet.

Davey had woken up that morning positively drenched in sweat, but now he was freezing, body wracked with chills that were a surefire indication of the flu. Fluctuating body temperature coupled with a few vicious rounds of nausea made for one exhausted and needy Davey Jacobs.

“‘m not hungry, Jack-“

[dreaminofsantafe-a]

“If ya insist.” Jack figured he would leave it at that - Davey knew how he felt best. “I just thought ya might feel a little better if ya ate.” He shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Davey, not removing his hand from the boy’s hair.

“I’s sorry ya sick, babe. That really sucks.” He sighed. If there was one thing he hated, it was seeing his friends suffer. If there was another thing, it was that he could do much of anything to help them. What could he do for Davey that he wasn’t already? He’d taken his medicine, Jack offered him food, the boy had been sleeping most of today. Jack didn’t know what else to do, except to let him heal naturally, which Jack knew he would. This wasn’t a life threatening illness, thank God. Jack would definitely be panicking a lot more if it was.

[davejacobs]

Davey’s eyelids fluttered shut for a moment, giving him a brief reprieve from the harsh incandescent glow of his bedside lamp. Blinking tiredly up at Jack as he opened his mouth to speak again, Davey’s words were quickly cut off by a sudden bout of nausea.

Eyes widening in fear, Davey sat up and clamped a hand over his mouth, using the other one to gesture frantically for the bucket on the floor next to the bed.

[dreaminofsantafe-a]

Pain is weakness leaving the body -davejacobs (i owe you so many replies i suck)

21. After losing part/all of their memory 

(Dude don’t even worry about it take your time) 

@davejacobs

Jack had just woken up in a hospital, vision slightly fuzzy and head spinning like nobody’s business. He was more than confused on what was going on and he had a nurse explain to him what happened, but he couldn’t remember a damn thing. 

He certainly couldn’t remember the boy who rushed to his side as soon as the nurse let him in. “Uh…hi. Can I’s help ya or somethin’?” Perhpas this was some sort of reporter wanting the inside scoop on this big accident, or another a scientist doing a study on brain injuries. 

[davejacobs]

Davey’s heart dropped to his stomach at Jack’s clear confusion, his expression falling from one of relief to one of utter disappointment.

“I uh- I’m—“

Taking a step back from the bed, Davey removed his hat from his head and began wringing it in his hands in attempt to quell some of the building anxiety.

“Jack— how much do you remember?”

[davejacobs]

(@dreaminofsantafe continued from here)

Davey froze when Jack’s grip locked around his arm, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before turning around to face the other boy.

“I gotta go, Jack- I uh– I don’t feel well.”

It wasn’t a lie.

But it wasn’t the entire truth either. Davey’s entire body was on fire, and his skin felt as though it were about to burst as the wolf inside grew increasingly more and more restless.

Tugging his arm out of Jack’s hold, Davey gave a curt nod to the others before awkwardly jogging out the door, praying to every god he knew of that Jack wouldn’t follow.

[davejacobs]

The transformation was quick, but far from painless, and Davey was left a broken heap in wolf form, chest heaving with effort.

He could hear Jack approach, but his energy levels were thoroughly sapped ( it wasn’t necessarily normal for the transformation to be so physically draining, but Davey was of course one of the exceptions ) so he laid there for the time being, utterly exhausted.

Letting out a soft whine in what he hoped would come across as a warning for Jack to not approach any further, Davey let his eyelids fall shut as the moonlight engulfed him.

[dreaminofsantafe-a]

Jack was surprisingly calm for someone who had just seen his friend become a wolf. So this is what Davey would disappear on full moons to do. He was a fucking werewolf. That’s something Jack would have never guessed.

Despite Davey’s smaller whimper, Jack slowly but surely approached the boy - the wolf - and bent down, taking a chance and gently running his hands across the wolf’s fur. “David. It’s me, Jack, you’re best friend. I’s promise, I’s not gonna hurt ya or nothin’.” He stroked his fur a couple more times, hoping that he could seem like less of a threat to the creature.

[davejacobs]

Davey’s eyes darted to Jack’s face as he continued to lay prone in the grass, chest still rising and falling a bit too harshly. Jack’s fingers carded through the thick black fur on Davey’s back and the wolf let out another whine, as if to say ‘please don’t leave.’

The forest around them was quiet, almost allowing them a moment of serenity after such a harrowing experience. Moonlight flooded through the trees and illuminated Jack with a soft glow.

Davey’s chest ached.

He felt so useless like this.

Sure, the communication barrier sucked. But post transformation Davey could barely muster up enough energy to turn and look at Jack— let alone stand.

Every other time, the duration of his transformation was spent on a pile of old blankets in a dark corner of the Jacobs’ basement.

This- this was different. Davey felt so exposed like this. But with Jack by his side, things somehow felt okay.

Safe.

[davejacobs]

so uh since it’s already kinda late and i’m stuck on mobile at the moment, if anyone wants to write with davey, finch, buttons, or albert let me know! i’m cool with smallish threads for now (if you’re able to cut them down when they get long) or just writing through the messenger!

also side note: might just dump all my drafts and start over because i have NO idea how i’m gonna keep track of all the threads after all this time, so it’s probably best if i start fresh & take it slow lol..

side, side note: if there’s an existing thread i have with you that you DO want to continue, please say so! and i’ll try my best to find it!

tldr: i’m back but i’m starting over with all threads unless you guys tell me otherwise :’)

[davejacobs]

i’m like that one shitty ex you haven’t talked to in months that comes crawling back only to leave again after a day because i’m terrible at commitment

[davejacobs]

me, a heathen, every time one of y’all reblogs an ask meme that i think looks remotely fun even though i know FULL WELL that i have accumulated an obscene amount of threads in my drafts:

[davejacobs]

@dreaminofsantafe continued from here

Davey let his eyes drift shut for a moment when Jack ran a hand gently through his hair, finally letting go of the other boy’s wrist as his arm fell limply back onto the duvet.

Davey had woken up that morning positively drenched in sweat, but now he was freezing, body wracked with chills that were a surefire indication of the flu. Fluctuating body temperature coupled with a few vicious rounds of nausea made for one exhausted and needy Davey Jacobs.

“‘m not hungry, Jack-“

[davejacobs]

@writewhatyouknow​ continued from here

Katherine had been the one to find Davey against a wall after her long day at work, and he looked more than down for the count, which in turn scared the crap out of Katherine. She was quick to get him medical attention, barely being able to sit still as he was being worked on.

After she was told that she could go in, she was more than excited to, happy to see that Davey was alive and well - as far as outward appearances go. She hadn’t gotten much information on his state (or if she did she wasn’t listening all that well), but she came in and sat next to his bed, grabbing on of his hands. “Hey, Dave. How are you feeling?”

Flinching slightly at the sudden presence of another hand around his own, Davey’s expression softened a bit once the stranger spoke.

It was Katherine.

“–If I’m being honest- I feel like shit, Kath- I mean, doc says theres swelling in my brain- any time I move more than my arms I feel like I’m gonna puke–” Davey blinked, eyes glassy from unshed tears, “Hell, Les has been crying all morning. It’s torture…And you know what the worst part is?”

The slow rise and fall of Davey’s chest was the most movement that occurred in the subsequent seconds of silence.

“—-the doctor doesn’t even know when I’ll get better.”

[davejacobs]

Davey squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, suddenly self conscious of his invisible injury, "Katherine- I uh- I can't see."

He paused for a moment, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Opening his eyes again, his gaze shifted in a direction he hope was away from Katherine.

"Oh god, I thought they told you, I- I'm sorry," Davey's cheeks suddenly flushed red in embarrassment, "I hit my head when that guy shoved me- guess it knocked a few things loose." Davey let out a nervous chuckle, the action sending another wave of throbbing pain through his skull.

[davejacobs]

❤ x

[spxrkiie-blog]

I think everyone should make a post with just a ❤ and let mutuals comment on the post with nice things :’)

[davejacobs]

@writewhatyouknow​ continued from here

Katherine had been the one to find Davey against a wall after her long day at work, and he looked more than down for the count, which in turn scared the crap out of Katherine. She was quick to get him medical attention, barely being able to sit still as he was being worked on.

After she was told that she could go in, she was more than excited to, happy to see that Davey was alive and well - as far as outward appearances go. She hadn’t gotten much information on his state (or if she did she wasn’t listening all that well), but she came in and sat next to his bed, grabbing on of his hands. “Hey, Dave. How are you feeling?”

Flinching slightly at the sudden presence of another hand around his own, Davey’s expression softened a bit once the stranger spoke.

It was Katherine.

“--If I’m being honest- I feel like shit, Kath- I mean, doc says theres swelling in my brain- any time I move more than my arms I feel like I’m gonna puke--” Davey blinked, eyes glassy from unshed tears, “Hell, Les has been crying all morning. It’s torture...And you know what the worst part is?”

The slow rise and fall of Davey’s chest was the most movement that occurred in the subsequent seconds of silence.

“----the doctor doesn’t even know when I’ll get better.”

[davejacobs]

Pain is weakness leaving the body

send “pain is weakness leaving the body” and i will randomly generate how your muse will find mine

13. blinded temporarily

The universe hadn’t been very kind to Davey Jacobs so far today.

He had been minding his own business, looking for a more unique place to sell, when a man appeared at the end of the street, sprinting in his direction. Cops had followed closely behind, nearly able to apprehend the criminal, but not before he shoved past Davey, sending him crashing into the brick wall behind him. 

Davey awoke later in the evening, learning of his fate after discovering the bandages around his head, and the fact that no matter how much he unwrapped them, the room never brightened from it’s unsettling pitch black.

Apparently, as Davey somewhat reluctantly learned from the physician, there’s a very specific part of the brain that controls sight– and if you hit it just right- it stops working. Temporarily of course. But for how long?

No one knew.

The door to Davey’s room creaked and the bedridden boy stirred, head tilting in the general direction of the noise.

“Someb’dy there-” he slurred, too exhausted to question further.

[datacowmuses]

Send “Pain is weakness leaving the body” and I will randomly generate how your muse will find mine

[Random Number Generator can be found here]

with a broken arm

with a broken leg

dehydrated

with a concussion

with a stab wound

hungover

after a bar fight

with the flu

with (a) broken rib(s)

with sore muscles

after falling down the stairs

with a twisted ankle

blinded temporarily

with ringing ears

with a burn

after running into a door

out in the cold without warm clothes

covered in blood

overly exhausted

after a nightmare

after losing part/all of their memory

with a black eye

rper’s choice!

[davejacobs]

i really have been horribly shitty with replies on here lately im so so so sorry

[davejacobs]

(@dreaminofsantafe continued from here)

Davey froze when Jack’s grip locked around his arm, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before turning around to face the other boy.

“I gotta go, Jack- I uh– I don’t feel well.”

It wasn’t a lie.

But it wasn’t the entire truth either. Davey’s entire body was on fire, and his skin felt as though it were about to burst as the wolf inside grew increasingly more and more restless.

Tugging his arm out of Jack’s hold, Davey gave a curt nod to the others before awkwardly jogging out the door, praying to every god he knew of that Jack wouldn’t follow.

[davejacobs]

The transformation was quick, but far from painless, and Davey was left a broken heap in wolf form, chest heaving with effort.

He could hear Jack approach, but his energy levels were thoroughly sapped ( it wasn't necessarily normal for the transformation to be so physically draining, but Davey was of course one of the exceptions ) so he laid there for the time being, utterly exhausted.

Letting out a soft whine in what he hoped would come across as a warning for Jack to not approach any further, Davey let his eyelids fall shut as the moonlight engulfed him.

[davejacobs]

(@dreaminofsantafe continued from here)

Davey froze when Jack’s grip locked around his arm, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before turning around to face the other boy.

“I gotta go, Jack- I uh– I don’t feel well.”

It wasn’t a lie.

But it wasn’t the entire truth either. Davey’s entire body was on fire, and his skin felt as though it were about to burst as the wolf inside grew increasingly more and more restless.

Tugging his arm out of Jack’s hold, Davey gave a curt nod to the others before awkwardly jogging out the door, praying to every god he knew of that Jack wouldn’t follow.

[davejacobs]

Growing ever frustrated and increasingly angered by Jack's refusal to respect his wishes, Davey stopped abruptly before spinning around to face Jack and letting out a rage-filled yell, "LEAVE ME ALONE, JACK!"

His face still mildly obscured by shadow, Davey didn't hesitate to gauge Jack's reaction before turning to leave, when a full body tremor sent him to his knees.

Letting out a somewhat yelp in pain, Davey dug his nails into the grass, unable to stave off the transformation any further.