#;jacob

[littlemissxsierra-blog]

;; Sierra hadn’t told Jacob she had started at the school he went to because in reality, they weren’t close friends. They were two people who crossed paths a number of times. They talked by convenience rather than going out of their way to meet up. However, she did take the opportunity of seeing him to use the sign language he had taught her. “Hey, Jacob, how’s it going?” She asked - out of habit, speaking also.

❣  @jacob-is-a-catch  ❣

[princess-giselle-margaretta]

{ @jakestfu }

giselle straightened the fascinator in the mirror, reaching for jacob’s hand as she took a deep breath. “we’ll be able to walk to the church with the rest, blend in, b-but there’ll be a crowd.” her smile faltered the smallest degree. something only he could notice. “n-no outshining. simply supporting.”

[w-onderfulwonderful]

@notsobasic

                jacob had on one of two dress shirts he owned, and the only one without paint in it. he’d been meaning to go shopping, but it was never high on his list of approved activities. anyway, the last time he went shopping, he ended up buying four sweaters. “I’ve had this shirt for three years. Please tell me there aren’t any holes in it,” he whispered, doing a quick turn for her to make extra sure. honestly, he was glad he was here with her. anyone else and he’d be freaking out a little right now.

[lxsxngeles]

andrey watched with proper amusement as the freshmen seemed to just pile off the bus from high school. well, not literally, but they were filing in to the gym at an alarming rate. maybe the athletics department had put together some kind of tour of the facilities, or maybe they all decided that the rec center was too crowded so they’d try their hand at matching the jocks. either way, it gave andrey the perfect opportunity to ogle and make fun of the kids. see, he did the ogling in his head, and the making fun of with his teammates. andrey was the star of the soccer team and did well for himself on the varsity football team. that meant if he wanted to make fun of the freshmen (who were always in over their heads when they tried out the athletics gyms) and make it a yearly tradition, he could. he was known for picking out on kid in general to harp on particularly. of course, his general attraction to them nobody else knew about. his eyes found the shape of a rather buff one, though he didn’t seem like he was all that aware yet. he gave a knowing smirk to those around him before striding over to the kid. “how’s your first work out?” he asked, patting the kid’s ass as if he were on his team and they’d just won a good game. always worked to fluster his victims.

[w-onderfulwonderful]

@silentiumxamoris

Darren whined when his hair was ruffled. Lord did he hate that because it made him feel like he was ten years old or something just like a kid really. “I’m sure we could put our heads together and combine it into something we’re both good at? There’s always options, or there’s always Vegas.” He laughed briefly before pointing to Jacob. “Definitely you, you’re more charismatic. I’d be the one that like gets them settled into the group and everything after they join.”

“Okay, we’ll go to Vegas, start a cult. But we won’t call it a cult right away,” he suggested with a bright smile before leaning back and shaking his head. “You know, we should probably stop. Before we actually follow through or something.” Looking over at his friend, he bit his lip. “What’s your favorite kind of ice cream?” It was a simple question, just the first one that popped into his mind.

[w-onderfulwonderful]

@notsobasic

          “i paint you all the time,” he said blankly, shifting his weight from where he was sitting. “in fact, i’d say you’re probably one of my biggest muses.” he paused for a moment, just gauging her reaction, licking his lips. “i mean, look at you. how are you not what every artist paints?”she could tell him that she was, and he wouldn’t be surprised.

[princess-giselle-margaretta]

text; jacob 😍

Giselle: Are you sleeping?

Giselle: I'm sorry. This isn't how I wanted to spend the first night of your birthday trip.

Giselle: Your shirt smells like you, mon amor.