James Cook

I'm a fucking waste of space. I'm just a stupid kid. I got no sense. Criminal. I'm no fucking use man. I'm nothing. So please. Please... Get it into your... you know... Into your bonce. That you killed my friend... And I'm Cook. I'm COOOOOOOK!

[fuxking-cook]

rise and fall || cook * blake * tara

[blakepryce-blog]

Blake eventually forced her eyes back to Tara watching as the steam the wolfsbane had caused to her cut lift from her cheek. Seeing her friend in pain made her stomach turn and she hated that she couldn’t do a single thing about it. He had all the power, which made her angry. All she knew that she had to do was pull his attention back, whether she’d prefer not to feel more pain she had no choice. The wolfsbane had already entered their systems, if he focused on only one of them, it could kill them but if he went back and forth they might still have a chance to survive. That’s if Cook could get out of the restraints. “You didn’t answer him.” Blake said groggily. “Why do you need our venom? The cure for a wolf bite is in this town and our leader is more than close to him so why even bother?” She spat, weakly but she still tried to have an undertone of attitude. The man turned his head to look at Blake, setting the needles down beside him only to reach into his pocket  once again and pull out the herb itself. “The venom is just for precaution.” He turned his head to look back at Tara with a smug smile, bringing the wolfsbane up to her cheek and running it along the cut, applying pressure as the seconds went by. Her screams made Blake lunge forward, only to feel the pain of the ropes practically making her want to pass out. “Stop! Stop! Look! I can give you it easily!” She tried yelling, which made the man pull the herb away from Tara’s cheek so he could look over at Blake. Her eyes glowed, while her mouth slightly opened so her fangs could show. Grabbing the needles he had placed down he made his way over to Blake, reaching his hand out to grab her by the face, moving her head around with force. With his hand so close and her fangs out she lunged forward again, through the pain, trying to bite him only for him to pull back. The burning pain was hitting her so much her fangs disappeared and her eyes went back to their normal state. “You think you’re smart?” He asked mockingly then felt her cheek sting from his hand slapping her and then it burned when she realized the herb was still in his hand, which he moved around to her mouth and started shoving it down her throat, making her choke on it, feel the intense burning, and cough up spurts of blood.

[sinfulsoulx]

Slouching her shoulders in defeat, she gritted her teeth through the pain, choking on her own breath as she tried not to look as weak as she felt. Though, she knew she wasn’t doing a very good job, but who could blame her given the circumstances. Just as she was about to comment on what kind of precaution he thought he needed to take, instead of words tumbling out, a scream fell instead. The herb burned at the best of times, so having it against an open wound was literal hell. The more he pressed down, the more her wrists pressed against the ropes which only added to the pain as she screamed her way through it. Tara sobbed the second he moved towards Blake, getting no kind of relief from him leaving her alone as she knew he was only going to hurt Blake again. Her eyes looked over to Cook who looked all kinds of furious and hurt. She wanted to say it was ok, but clearly, it wasn’t. Her head snapped towards Blake at the sound of the males slap and she gasped in horror when he shoved the herb down her throat. “Oh my god - stop it.. Stop! Please, please stop!” The panic was clear in her voice as she watched her cough up blood. “I’ll do it.. I’ll give you what you want just stop hurting her, please! You don’t need to hurt her.” Tara tried to yell, but it was more like a pathetic plea. 

[fuxking-cook]

Cook scrunched his face up, trying to tune out to the sound of the girls screaming. Not only was it making him angry, it was making him cringe. He hated this. He hated not being able to do anything. His hands continued to struggle against their binds and when his eyes caught Tara’s, he slouched, shaking his head in a silent apology. He wouldn’t give up, but what good could he possibly do if he broke free? Knowing he would only get one shot at it, he couldn’t fuck it up. “She’s right, ya fuckin’ twat. Just take what you need and get gone.” Cook shouted, watching him as he looked between the three of them. “That would be too easy, don’t you think, Cookie?” he cackled, sauntering over to Tara. “Now, you’re not going to get snappy like you’re friend over there are you?” His tone was a clear warning and Cook watched as Tara shook her head. “Fuck, B....” he called, trying to get her focus. He gave her a nod, silently telling her to hold on. Cook looked back towards the male, but he couldn’t see Tara for him being in the way, he could only her her wince. Cook was still fiddling with his restraints when he managed to tug at them, making just enough gap to get one hand free. He looked towards Blake whilst the man was still focusing on Tara and lifted his hand, giving her a wave and a smirk that would hopefully inspire some hope. Okay, now he had a half plan, he just needed to be able to get to the girls and free them, that was one half - the other half of the plan was the how... How was he going to do that?

[fuxking-cook]

rise and fall || cook * blake * tara

[blakepryce-blog]

Throwing her head back, forcing herself to look up once again as she took a deep breath, even though that alone made he flinch. He needed their venom and if he had done it this way then his threat to kill them would be played out shortly after that. “And risk the idea of any of you opening your mouths?” He raised the hand with the now bloody knife in Cook’s direction. “This ones got a mouth on him and it looks like vengeance is his go to. I don’t plan on allowing it to get there.” The man smiled smugly. Blake eyed the needles already panicking over his next move. “Now..” He moved towards Tara, getting in her face with the side of the knife pressing into her cheek, without actually cutting it yet but letting it burn away her skin. “Which little wolf should go first. It would be better if your fangs were out, maybe I can force them out of you. Never hurts to try does it?” As soon as he finished speaking he turn the knife to press the blade into her skin and cut her cheek. Blake had been jumping between Tara and Cook, but when she saw him turn the knife she couldn’t help but look away knowing the pain he was about to bring to Tara. The thought of it even making her want to try and get out of the ties but wiggling her hands only made the wolfsbane burn her skin and allow more to seep into her wounds and start running through her, which only worsened the situation for her.

[fuxking-cook]

Cook soon since tuned out to the words being shared, trying to focus on getting free instead. It wasn’t going to be easy, and the moves he made after that point were critical, the only reason he was slightly edgy was because two lives were in his hands. People he cared about, if it was just him, he knew he really wouldn’t give much of a fuck. “Yeah it’s my go to, but just know even dead I can come back to haunt ya, pal, just watch this space” he chuckled cockily. Sass was his defense, it was the thing that helped him keep his focus, especially now. This guy was physically hurting his friends and not being able to punch him in the face was practically making Cook itch with irritation. As the man walked towards Tara, he looked towards Blake and gave her a small nod, trying to reassure her that they would all get out alive. His hands continued to wiggle slyly against his restraints, careful not to attract the mans attention. Cook cringed at the pain in her scream and doing the only thing he could think of - he spoke up. “Ay, if ya gonna kill us anyway you might as well say what kinda critter you are and why ya want the venom for, eh?”

[jamescookjr]

skins meme » (second) favorite quote ■ said by cook in s3 skins characters promo ❝Gotta seize life, do something man, do something that matters. Squeeze the f—k out of every day. Life’s all sewn up, everything’s in its right place, charged, ready. What happened to all the heroes, man? I’m the last one. Ya hear me? The last one.❞

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James Cook (+) Death

[jamescookjr]

❝You think you know death. But you don’t. Not until you’ve seen it. Really seen it. And it gets under your skin and lives inside you. You also think you know life. Stand on the edge of things and watch it go by but you’re not living it. Not really.❞

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[fuxking-cook]

rise and fall || cook * blake * tara

[sinfulsoulx]

Holding her breath, Tara tried to break the rope with all her strength, but not only did it burn harder, the venom in her blood felt like it had just lit on fire. Her head drooped down as she cried out in pain, barely noting the fact that Cook was talking. Was he talking? She frowned. Her mind was fuzzy, it was like everything around her was slow motion. Trying not to move an inch of her body, she just lifted her head up so she could look at Cook and Blake. “Poison.. it’s like poison for wolves. Imagine getting stomped on my ten men… All the energy gone, everything hurts so much that you can barely focus on anything else.” Tara swallowed the lump in her throat, sympathizing with his lack of knowledge - it wasn’t that long back she had no idea either. Her eyes closed involuntarily, like she was dozing in and out of reality. Right up until she heard footsteps, along with Cook’s voice. “Wanker? Now that’s not very nice, I could have broke you in half, instead I brought you here. With the intention of draining you dry of course, but nevertheless, be grateful for your extended time on this earth.” A voice bellowed out in laughter as he sauntered close to the three. Tara breathed out, focusing on the strange man as he came into view. She didn’t know him, which made her look towards Blake to see if she had any idea. It was clear he knew what they were so logic told her that he was after one of them for whatever reason. “What do you want with is?” Tara mumbled groggily.

[blakepryce-blog]

Blake glared in Cook’s direction. “Yeah what she said it’s poison and the more we move the more we get in our system, the less we heal, the closer we go to dying so it’s a lot of pressure on you.” She barked out irritated, though it wasn’t with him at all, it just came out with what she was saying. “I’m sorry.” She looked down at the ropes. “They just fucking hurt.” Her eyes snapped up looking over at where the footsteps were coming from, eyeing the guy that made her want to rip something, preferably him, apart. “Well you two,” he said pointing between both the girls. “I want that venom you’ve got in those fangs of yours. Then you’ll just be useless to me so i’ll just have to figure out what to do with your bodies and you,” he glanced at Cook. “You’ll get to watch. Maybe be the messenger, maybe you’ll be joining the body count. Haven’t quite figured out which one it’ll be but all we got is time.” If Blake’s heart wasn’t ready to jump out of her chest before, it certainly was now. Despite feeling incredibly weak and knowing she couldn’t put up a fight, there was no way she was going to be quiet about the whole thing. Submitting was not how she was going to go out, if this was that. “You’re going to kill us for our venom? You string to wolves up and you’ll have everyone looking to find the twisted fuck who did it.” She blurted out, trying to focus her eyes on the male which was much harder than she thought with the wolfsbane taking greater effect of her system. “That’s what i’m hoping for.” He responded unaffected by Blake’s words apparently but he made his way towards her still, pulling a small pocket knife out and opening it up just as he reached Blake. Him towering over her, made her want to wither up but she just stared at him. In a blink of an eye he had made a long cut across her chest, digging it into her chest as he moved it along slowly and as if the cut alone would’ve been painful, Blake could feel the wolfsbane that it must’ve been covered with which only doubled the pain making her yell out until he was finished. She hadn’t realized that tears had started dropping down her cheeks until her head fell forward feeling like she was ready to pass out, noticing the small wet drops on her arm.

[fuxking-cook]

“Yeah yeah’ wanna know how many dodgy cunts have threatened me like that before? Kidnappin’ two lasses? Makes you nothin’ but a fuckin’ jammy dodger, mate... Sticky.” Cook narrowed his gaze, not slightly intimidated by the man, or creature. As he listened to the reason he had the girls, he cursed under his breath, looking the man dead in the eyes as he was addressed. His stoney face turned into amusement and for whatever reason, he laughed and slouched back despite his restraints. “I ain’t shit me, mate, but them...” Cook glanced between the girls. “I mean, you really don’t want their family on your toes unless you want them bitten off” he lifted his head up, calm as they come. He couldn’t afford to be anything else, not when the only way Tara and Blake could be helped was through him. “Feisty one, aren’t you, James Cook.” The male smirked deviously. “That’s right - I know who you are. I had to put my plans for these two on hold because you decided to skip out with the blonde. - I don’t like being made to wait.” The male growled before turning towards Blake. - Cook looked town at the ropes, trying to figure out how best to get his hands free. His head only shot up at the sound of Blake screaming, forcing his body forward as he watched him horror. “You fuckin’ prick, are you gettin’ off on this?” he spat, growling lowly as he began to wriggle his wrists around carefully, hoping to gain some free space to slip free. 

[fuxking-cook]

unknown goodbye | m * c

[isabella-coates-deactivated2016]

Exhaling deeply through his nostrils as his eyes continued to scan over the gym applicants that flashed across the screen, he barely caught sight of Cook’s presence as he hovered just outside of the gym’s office door. Tearing his gaze off of the screen from the sound of the gentle knock against the wood, Marcel’s expression remained calm and aloof as he offered a small head nod to allow the younger male approval to join him. “I’ll say,” he affirmed nonchalantly as she double-clicked his mouth to zoom out of the photo of the new applicant. Snorting under his breath, Marcel nodded his head as he silently agreed with Cook’s comment, only turning his head towards the door once it shut closed. Gradually trailing his eyes back to the male ahead of him, he raised a curious brow as he silently anticipated what it was that he wanted to discuss in private. Widening his eyes at the confirmation that he had been seeking out for what seemed like an eternity at this point, Marcel didn’t bother to hide the elation from his face. “That’s what I’m talkin ‘bout, C,” he praised with a head nod, rising to his feet instinctively. With arms raised on either sides of him, “You’re already part of the family, Cook. You know that. Now you can just say that you’ll be part of it forever.” As his smile grew wide, he couldn’t help but lean across his desk as he grabbed a hold of Cook’s hand, dapping him up momentarily before drawing him closer into a slight embrace. Pulling back as his eyes traveled all throughout the younger male’s expression, “Monday it is, then,” he affirmed with a head nod. “Make this weekend count.”

[fuxking-cook]

The male breathed out the breath he hadn’t noted he was holding the second Marcel let his face break into a smile. Not that he doubted Marcel had changed his mind, it was just seeing it - seeing that someone really did want him. Wanted him to be a permanent member of his family. Honestly, the young Brit felt both honored and warmed by it all. He’d never been wanted before, not like this and not for too long, never mind eternity. Cook took Marcel’s hand, slinging his arm around to pat his bak as he was pulled into an embrace. “You’ll help me though, right? ‘Coz I ain’t all that good with impulse control as it is...” he shrugged a shoulder, chuckling softly. A boyish smile was placed on his features as he took a brief moment to acknowledge something. Something he thought he would never experience. He was wanted. “Yeah you fuckin’ bet I will. Got a date with Tara and Blake... I’ll tell you how it ended on Monday...” he winked teasingly as he backed up, moving towards the door. Once he reached it, he paused, turning his head towards his soon to be leader. “Can you remember your life before you turned? Did you always know about vampires? ‘Coz it was only a year ago I would have laughed at anyone who said they were real. To be fuckin’ honest, I would have probably thought they were trippin’ on drugs or some shit. But it was a couple days ago... I was laid on the floor of a hotel listenin’ to Tara stress over her curlers and..” he paused, letting out a laugh. “That was it, man. I thought, she’s not fuckin’ human... and she’s stressing over somethin’ girls do. Somethin’ so fuckin’ human... I realized that being a vampire won’t change who I am.. it’s just gonna make me not age. If I wanna find my purpose, I need time - probably a lot of it so... Maybe this is my purpose, ya’know? Join ya, be a part of somethin’, maybe then I’ll become somethin’ too?” Cook half smiled as he looked down at the ground. “Anyway.. What I’m tryna tell you is I appreciate it... not your offer - but the fact you want a wanker like me to stick around...” he scoffed, opening up the door. “It just means a lot, M.” Cook looked towards him giving him a head nod. “See ya Monday.”

[fuxking-cook]

rise and fall || cook * blake * tara

[blakepryce-blog]

Even as her eyes opened up and she came two, the ropes that were digging into her skin and the wolfsbane that made it feel like a thousand needles were puncturing her skin, she tried not to move too much, at all if she could help it. Her eyes were so concentrated on the ropes she almost zoned out Tara’s response to Cook but snapped her eyes over at the blonde just as she spoke. The situation they were in was terrible and they didn’t even know why or what was going to be happening but Blake’s inability to handle herself in situations so messed up like this caused her to simply start laughing. Granted, it was weak and the slight movement from the laugh caused her to wince from the pain and her eyes to sting for the same reason. “I can barely move let alone break out of this.” She finally said, her eyes jumping towards Cook. “You have to get out of yours. No way Tara or I can do it.”

[fuxking-cook]

Cook could only scoff and roll his still sleepy eyes at Tara’s comment. Seeing how calm she at least appeared to be relaxed the male ever so slightly. They were in pain, a lot more than him, that was clear - but they were alive. Cook saw that as a plus. His gaze turned to Blake as he looked her over, before moving back to Tara. “Wolfs what? Break that foreign shit down for a daft bastard, eh?” he frowned, confused. As Blake spoke, he raised his brows, breathing in a deep breath. “No pressure then? It’s not like this shit is tied up better than Anna or anything, B, we got someone harder than Mr. fuckin’ Grey up in this shit-storm ... I can barely move my wrists an inch never mind break out...” Cook frowned further and tugged his lip into his teeth. He had to do something. If they couldn’t move for the pain, maybe he could move through some pain. Maybe, just maybe he could forced his hands from his restraints, or at least one of them so he could untie the other. “Fuck--” he puffed out, preparing himself to try. Relaxing his hands, Cook shuffled them slowly so the binds came upwards on his hands, using his right - he straightened and tensed it, pushing down with all the force he could muster. Just as he was starting to slip through the rope, he heard the door slam, making him freeze. “... wanker incoming...”

[fuxking-cook]

rise and fall || cook * blake * tara

“Urh.. the fuck.” Cook mumbled in his drowsy state. Having been knocked unconscious, it was taking a few moments to come around. The young Brit groaned in pain as he seemed to ache everywhere. At first though, he didn’t panic - it wasn’t like he hadn’t been in similar situations plenty times before. It was only when he blinked his eyes open and saw the unfamiliar surroundings that his first instinct was to move his arms, only to find out he couldn’t. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ on a shit-stick” he droned out, trying to tug at his restraints. Cook lifted his head up-right and quickly noticed the two girls also in a similar position. His eyes widened in shock as the panic started to set in. He wasn’t afraid, nah, fuck that, but he was however afraid for them. Who did this? And more importantly, for what reason? “Ay, B? Tara? .. Rise and shine slackers... We appear to be in a bit of a fuckin’ pickle.”

[blakepryce-blog]

“That’s the last time I do shit for someone else! Shove the favor up your ass next time!” Blake yelled out as she walked backwards before spinning around to catch someone staring at her. Widening her eyes she shot them a look like looking her way was offensive in itself. “Can I help you with something?”

[fuxking-cook]

“Well a fuckin’ hello good to see ya back would be nice ya’ know?” he chuckled, tucking his hands in his pockets as he strode towards her. “What’s got ya so pissed, B? Do I need to smash someone in?” Cook smirked, pulling his hands out his pockets to punch into the air mockingly. 

[fuxking-cook]

unknown goodbye | m * c

“Catch ya later, T.” Cook nodded as he jumped out the car and made his way into the gym. He hoped to find Marcel inside, given that it was just after office hours. It didn’t take him long to spot the vampire leader in the office, causing his footing to divert towards the open door. He gave a knock anyway, just to be sure he could go inside, giving Marcel one of his mischievous grins once he was noticed. “Long time no see” he chuckled, kicking the wedge out from the door so it would close. “Sorry I bailed, man. I met Tara and we skipped out for a while. Nice to be around another Brit for a while, you know?” Cook shook his head in amusement as he sat down opposite. His visit wasn’t just to say he was back and alive - that became quite apparent as his eyes dipped down and his arms folded around himself. “So I’ve been doin’ some soul searchin with our T, yeah, and I’ve decided I ain’t about this road anymore. The road I’m on, I mean - I mean havin’ some mates is cool an’ that but...” Cook paused, creasing his brows together. “I’d like a family. Mine were always a crock of shit, ya know so, becoming Dracula and joining yours can’t be much worse can it?” he joked on, giving a small smile. “Monday though - I want me last weekend as I am. I mean that’s if you’ll still have me anyways....” Cook shrugged slowly, waiting to see what Marcel would say.

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[blakepryce-blog]

Been a trip || Cook + Blake

[fuxking-cook]

blakepryce :

“I am seriously going to bite someone by the end of tonight.” Blake muttered, irritated, her eyes sweeping over the crowd of people as she attempted to calm herself, taking a place beside cook after having spotted him. Her eyes trailed over to a bottle of vodka, wrapping her hand around the neck of it she brought it to her lips and tossed her head back, taking a swig from the bottle. Moving it away shortly after she scrunched her face up shaking it a bit from the intensity of the burn. “Not even crazy amount of alcohol is going to save these assholes from me.” Finally turning her head towards Cook she gave him a small smile. “You in a better mood than me?” She questioned but right after she did she felt someones drink suddenly spill the lower half of her body. “Are you fucking kidding me!” She yelled out her hand, with the bottle, instinctively preparing to swing and break it against the male who had spilled onto her. @fuxking-cook

Sitting on the barstool with his elbows on the bar, Cook had just stopped off for a couple drinks. It had been a weird day, everyone seemed to be in a bad mood, including himself. The problem was, Cook was destructive when he was pissy, he only planned on having a couple and going home. When the brunette appeared next to him, he lifted his head in a small nod, watching her shot back the vodka. “Someone gotcha pissed off?” he asked, turning around to face her. “As it happens not really babes, but ya know me, march on forward.” Cook chimed, but his face instantly scrunched up as he watched the male tip a drink over her. “Ay man, that was a dickhead move” he shook his head. Knowing Blake could more than handle him, he was going to let her until he saw the grip she held on the bottle. Cook stood up, stepping slightly in-front of Blake he wrapped his hand around her wrist. “A’ reckon you should probably do one, mate” he narrowed his eyes. Not that he expected that to work, but it would have been easier. Seeing the male go to throw a swing, he ducked and threw a right hook to his face, cracking him in the nose as he swung a left hook to his jaw, knocking him down. “Fuck, man. Couldn’t ‘av just walked away?” Cook sighed. As he heard him mutter something about Blake, he booted him in the teeth without even pausing for thought.

“Ay, B.. Am reckonin’ we should split. Like now..” Cook glanced to Blake, then glanced to the security running towards him. He couldn’t help but have a smirk on his face. Honestly he had missed these crazy little moments. “C’mon, how fast can ya run?” he grinned, grabbing her hand as they turned to run out the doors.

[esther-gerard-blog]

Confessions || Esther & Cook

[fuxking-cook]

esther-gerard :

Feeling the weakness, Esther paused in front of the local bar and debated on what to do. Originally she had been walking towards the loft, but now she wasn’t sure if she would make it. She could always ask for an escort later, but for now a drink sounded pleasant. Sitting by herself at a corner booth, Esther ordered herself a bottle of wine and started to drink it as she pondered her thoughts. Why did everything seem to be crumbling down all of a sudden?

@fuxking-cook

Sitting in the corner booth, Cook had just stopped off for a plate of chips, or fries as they say in this city. He found himself to be at a bit of a loss today, unsure of his own mind and questioning what the hell he was really doing. Could he really start over? He sighed quietly, his head turning towards the bar where he saw the familiar blonde. The look on her face made him frown and he stood up, tucking his hands in his pockets as he made his way over. “You American people are absolutely bonkers, ya know? Like, why do you call chips fries? And crisps chips? Makes no sense what so bloody ever” he sighed dramatically, flashing her a playful smirk as he ordered himself a drink. “Mind if I join ya orrr..?”