jakehowells

[jakehowells]

Faith Hunter said what she meant, and meant what she said. It was a good thing that Jake was made of sturdier stuff than most. The office they'd commandeered was left to bear the mess they'd made. Broken lamp, scattered papers, an arguable dent in the wall... And that wasn't even counting the bites and scratches. It was a miracle he hadn't shouted 'yeehaw' to the high heavens already. Jake was leaning against the desk (as if it hadn't suffered enough), clipping his belt back on. He had learned not to outstay his welcome, even if he would, if she wanted. That kinda thinking did suggest blurring the clear line of their boundaries, though, so he kept his pretty mouth shut. "You're gonna give 'em hell up there, darlin'," he said, flashing a grin. "Feel free to think about me anytime."

There was something undeniably attractive about Jake's goofy grin and the way his southern twang perfectly complimented it. It elicited in her the same playful aggression that made people want to smother cute things. If he was inviting an outlet for that feeling, she would gladly take it. "I think I can manage both," she smirked, biting his lip playfully as he pulled her in.

"Don't pull your punches." Her tone was serious despite their current heated activities. She wasn't above mixing business with pleasure, in fact, this was a most convenient coming together of her two favourite pastimes. Her encounters with Jake usually always followed her training with Danny, but this would certainly be a more efficient use of her time. She smiled confidently at him as her hand trailed down his chest, stopping at his belt to make easy work of its removal, "I won't be pulling mine."

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"Yes, we do. That was a very leader-y thing of you to say, I'll have to steal it," he grinned. "Unless that was a direct reference to the pile of dishes I haven't taken care of yet, 'cause I'm getting to it. Definitely." Jake set down the box, grabbing the next, and patting Julian on the back as he passed by. "Anytime, bro. You hungry?"

Julian rolled his eyes at Jake. They both loved to tease each other; it was a fun game of back-and-forth. He grinned as he watched Jake take the box from him. He was happy to get a bit of a break. "No problem, man. We all gotta pull our weight around here, don't we?" He smiled at Jake. "I appreciate the support."

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Jake chuckled at Dylan's response, among many other things, he was a funny dude. Again, the surreality of their newfound family dynamic struck him. Jake wouldn't have it any other way now. Alice might not have liked it (of course she didn't, and had every right to), but at least it was Dylan's choice. "That's the best way to do it." He expected the question, even if it still made his heart squeeze. "Nothing new," he replied, clearing his throat. He had to keep the faith, he knew that. "Yet. I'm going to head to the underground tonight, see if they have anything new. Another lead. I-... We'll keep looking."

If you had told Dylan three years ago that he would be grinning at the appearance of Jake Howell, he wouldn't have believed you, and yet here he was, grinning like an idiot at his pack mate. Dylan had taken to the werewolf life better than most, and a large part of that was down to this guy right here. Almost overnight, his pack had become everything to him. "Just taking it one blown head gasket at a time." He used an old rag to wipe the oil from his hands and walked over to Jake. "Any news?" It had become a habit to ask about John, even though there had been nothing about their Alpha for months.

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"You're a real stud," Jake grinned, appearing at last. He might have got distracted on his way to helping Julian out. He only waited a couple more minutes before taking the box from him, holding it up with one arm to show off. "Thanks for helping out, man. There's at least three large pizzas with your name on them, and I'm willing to fight anyone who wants your last slices."

Julian carried a box on his shoulders. he had been moving stuff for the whole afternoon and still felt like he had a while left to go. He had noticed that someone was watching him, but he hadn't turned to look at who the audience was. "I know I look good doing physical labour, but it would be nice to get some help. My arms are killing me."

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"Ow." Jake tried not to smirk when he said it, her fists of fury were very cute and very serious. But Jake didn't have a death wish, so he wasn't about to that say that out loud. He also wasn't going to mention that the woods were the pack's territory, and they kept it clear. Danny might have been playing it a little safe for her first patrol. Jake reached out to cup her face, goofy grin back on his face.

"Darlin', I'm not gonna lecture you. If anything, I wanna see those ass kicking skills in action. Well, not more than I wanna see you in action...," he started, pulling her back in to kiss that annoyed look off her face. "Fuck me up, then you can fuck them up."

Faith smiled, an unwilled laugh escaping her at Jake's stupid 'ma'am'. Her arms wrapped around him as he finally seemed to grasp the concept and purpose of their engagements as he placed her on some poor fool's desk. For a secret underground operation the members of the Institute had a serious security problem when it came to locking doors.

She was getting lost in the moment when Jake's voice pulled her straight back out of it along with her shirt. Her frustration was instant, manifesting in a half-hearted thump to his bare chest with her fist. "I don't know, Danny said something about the woods," she answered with a disgruntled sigh. "Is this going to be a lecture or can we just fuck and be done?"

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Jake looked down as his words sunk in. He hadn't had to say it out loud since it happened. Everyone who needed to know about John, already knew. Charlotte, Katie and Taylor were a world away. And Jake had been moving so fast, trying to hold everyone else together, he hadn't really felt it. Damn it. "A hundred and twenty-one and a half days ago," he said, finally looking back up at her. "About four months. We don't know if he's here or if- if he got forced out the dome. John--- You know John, he took care of everything." Jake cleared his throat, his voice coming out a little too quiet. "He took care of everything."

With his laugh, it was all too easy to imagine that it was the old days, that they were hanging out at Lyndsy's, drinking coffee, just chatting about the latest drama that Katie had gotten involved in, sharing a meme with each other, discussing what the text that Isaiah had sent her could possibly mean. But no, they weren't in the past, and it was wishful thinking to act like they were. Especially with the mention of John. That definitely pulled her back to the present, like a splash of cold water to the face. "...since when? Oh Jake..."

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Jake let out a small chuckle at her talking about his hair. If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend the last couple of years hadn't happened. A bad dream. They could have been back at the Salazar's now, arguing over the dinner table, cracking jokes and having fun. Charlotte still playing coy about joining their pack officially. But Jake's eyes were wide open and the harsh reality couldn't be ignored. "My mousse intake has gone up, like, astronomically." Jake nodded again then. He couldn't ask anything else about her - about Katie, it hurt too much. Her patricular betrayl was too much. "Yeah." That should have been it then. He should have left already, to be honest. As much as he missed her, this was still dangerous. And yet, he didn't make a move. "John's missing."

The thing was, Charlotte didn't avoid people in town who weren't part of Frederick's pack, who didn't live in the mansion, who were not otherwise affiliated with the Revolution. That would just be silly, unrealistic, even. That being said, she did do her best to avoid the members of the Salazar pack. That particular wound was just still too raw. Which was why she was glad to have the haircut question to latch onto. "You think it'll be trouble? I think it'll be the opposite. It looks super easy and breezy. Oh. Thanks. I've done nothing with my hair. Just dealing with split ends." At the mention of Katie, she felt her throat tighten a little. "Oh, yeah. She's...we're both good, Jake. I promise."

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Jake kissed her back just as much, taking the obvious hint that now wasn't the time to catch up. And he got that, really. Jake and Faith knew exactly what they were and what they weren't. His hands trailed down her back, settling on her hips. He couldn't help the goofy grin at her answer. "Yes ma'am," he replied, picking her up onto the desk of... someone. Hank, maybe? The name plate was one of the many things that had hit the floor.

He knew she wouldn't tolerate many more interruptions. He was only cute enough to get away with asking so many question. Still, he couldn't help feeling a little - um, worried? - apprehensive over her going up there. It was pretty big stuff. This time though, he opted to multi-task, swiftly abandoning his shirt before working on hers. "Do you know where you're patrolling?"

Jake Howell had never once crossed Faith's mind before the dome came down. Even then it'd taken her a while to see him as anything more than yet another goofball loser who just happened to be lucky enough to win the genetic lottery. It took her even longer to accept that that was exactly her type. Now she'd gotten to know him well, physically speaking. Emotionally, she enjoyed him best at arm's length, and she was fairly confident he felt the same way about her. It was almost perfect, though perfect would mean she wouldn't have Jake at all. She'd have Danny. She accepted that she didn't, and that was fine.

She felt somewhat annoyed when Jake pulled away to engage in idle chatter. Socialising wasn't what she wanted, but she acknowledged that she was being greedy - and on a tight schedule. Even so, she buried her hand in his hair, pulling him in for a hungry kiss before answering, "I'll get on top of you first."

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Jake smiled sadly at her, almost letting out a laugh before thinking better of it. He nodded at her answer, letting the relief settle in his chest. It wasn't ideal, far from it but at least she was safe. That he could sleep better at night with. But only just. "Yeah, thanks. It might be more trouble than it's worth to be honest. The hair. You look good too." She looked like she was on the wrong side. She looked like she should come home.

"That's good. I--- I mean, if you ever didn't...," he didn't finish the sentence. Couldn't. The next question caught in his throat as well. "And, um, what about- about Katie?"

There were certain people that Charlotte did not like to think about, people from her life before, from back when she could look in the mirror and not feel like someone horrible was staring back. Jake was definitely on that list of people. He was not at the top of the list (that would be Is-no. She wasn't going to think about him.) It would have been easier if he had yelled at her, she decided. That's what she'd been preparing for. Not that look of...sadness?

"You look...I like that haircut. It suits you." It was her turn now, wasn't it? "Yeah. I'm safe. Have a place to sleep and all that."

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@faith-hunter-hih

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Jake wasn't sure whose desk they'd knocked everything off but it was too late to fix it now. Wasn't the first time, wouldn't be the last. Of all things that had happened under the dome, this was the last one he'd have predicted. Not that he was complaining. Faith Hunter was gorgeous, smart and she could still tear anyone down without breaking a sweat. It was hot. Plus, she begrudgingly laughed at his goofy jokes. Everything you could want in a super casual situationship, right?

"Mm-," he started, when they finally parted, "So, you're heading up top tonight? Pretty big stuff." @faith-hunter-hih

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Jake waited until Dylan finished up with his customer, fighting off a smile as he offered them a ride. Dylan McCreery... always the knight in shining armour. He was a hard dude to hate even if you wanted to. They parted ways before Jake made his way over. "Hey man, how's fighting the good fight going?" he asked, gesturing to the garage.

Dylan looked down at the engine of the car and sighed, "Sorry, I'm going to have to keep it in for a few days. You definitely shouldn't be driving it in this condition." Closing the hood, he walked the customer to the front door of McCreery's Garage. It still didn't feel right that this place now belonged to him. "Listen, it's getting pretty close to curfew. Can I drive you home?"

@havensdalestarters

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It was funny, she sounded the same. If he closed his eyes, it could have been 3 years ago. The possibility that Charlotte could have one day been a part of their pack - their family - in the back of his mind. The possibility of a million different things, really. He did close his eyes then but only briefly. She looked good. Strong. Maybe even a little sad? Jake wanted to say so many things to her but when their eyes met, he lost 'em all. His shoulders deflated.

"Yeah, it's me." Jake thought he'd be angry, bitter. He wasn't. "I- Are you good? ... Are you safe?"

It had worked; she had convinced everyone to leave her alone, to let her be on her own. The wind ruffled her hair as she walked, and she took in the sound of the leaves crunching below her feet, the noise a nice distraction from her thoughts, thoughts that she frankly did not want to focus on. Another noise, though, not the leaves or the wind, and Charlotte whirled around. Her eyes widened at the familiar face, a face she could not deny missing.

"Jake?"

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Jake normally wouldn't get this close to enemy territory. He was still far enough away to not be seen, close enough that he could hear her. Whether he was following another cold lead on John Salazar or hoping to get into trouble, Jake laid low. He should have left then, let her walk by uninterrupted and save them both some heartache.

He didn't move though.

And she almost got by him when-- "Charlotte."

"I'll be back in a bit." She went walking most evenings, and tonight was no different. Anything to clear her head, to attempt to forget. She needed to forget. Whoever had said that time healed all wounds was a liar. "No need to wait for me."

@havensdalestarters

[jakehowells]

full name: Jacob Francis Howell birthday / star sign: June 21st / Cancer fc: Drew Ray Tanner voiceclaim: Drew Ray Tanner as ‘Fangs’ in ‘Riverdale’ / plus a lil Southern twang

petty scale: 8! Jake’s an annoying big brother type in the pack’s house. He’ll use all the hot water, eat all the cereal and definitely, definitely eat that yogurt you were saving for after your run. 

likes: Football, FOOD- loaded nachos, tamales, curly fries, spicy chicken wings, Cookie Crisp cereal, etc-, being a werewolf, arm wrestling, playing video games, anything competitive okay let’s GO, his hair!!!, doing stupid shit re; jumping off roofs (#gbless werewolf healing), the Dallas Cowboys, annoying John Sparks dislikes: VAMPIRES!, when the pack revenge eat his last yogurt, thinking about his parents, thinking about his past (basically Simba before Mufasa stepped up to tell him to remember!!), Havensdale High’s biggest football rivals the Honey Bees!, driving ‘cause he’s really bad at it  biggest crushes: Lorelai was his first crush (his babysitter and childhood BFF) then of course there was Alice Wilson, the love of his high school life and beyond who he royally messed things up with. Has a crush on Rebecca Jacobs. Has a teeny thing for Charlotte Lawrence. fave meme:

#quickfacts

Basically a BroTM! Back home, he cared only about his hair, his friends and football. He was a little selfish TBH but with a heart of gold (did stupid shit but knew when he had to apologise and make up for it). He never missed a party, was easily popular and would high five anyone. Later, he’d regret going to that stupid party on the night his parents were killed by vampires but at same time… If he had been home…

When he came to Havensdale he was (1) Angry Boi. He sat by himself, he bit the head off anyone who tried to talk to him, just wanted to be left alone with is pain and punch lockers. Was convinced to join the football team which led to friends again which was cool. That and the pack at home, had him feeling more like his old self again. 

Gets sad that things’ll never be the way that they used to. He gets scared people are going to leave him and is loyal to an absolute fault! 

Was definitely that guy who ate like, 33 hot dogs in the school cafeteria ‘cause someone bet him he couldn’t do it. 

A proud werewolf with big guilt over biting Alice, and any human-turned-werewolf. The pack saved his life so he thinks that it can work miracles for anyone (TBH it probably can). Needs all the family he can get and once he loves you, he loves you. Bros 4 Life. 

cinnamon roll meme placement: former ‘looks like they could kill you, is a cinnamon roll’ now a full-time ‘cinammon roll’! intro song: Old Town Road (Remix) - Lil Nas X ft. Billy Ray Cyrus who pays for their netflix?: John Sparks, Katie’s brother and their pack leader.

important tags: about jake / http://paigerambles.tumblr.com/tagged/c:%20jake / https://www.pinterest.co.uk/paigescallizle/jake

[jakehowells]

the hair??? the flannel??? the TREES?????

this is JakeTM

[jakehowells]

Jake Howell

He/Him

23 years old (Birthday: 29th September)

Werewolf

Good - Resistance Ally

So What Happened?

Man, what didn’t happen! Things were all going totally fine, you know? Sure, had his issues with his ex and his past. He was tryna work through things, work through the ever-lingering anger and be a good person. He wanted to look out for other werewolves too (like Cole and Charlotte). The Sparks pack had saved his life and he wanted to make sure the trend continued.

Jake knew Katie had been acting weird but he had no idea what the hell was going on until Founder’s Day. The heartache and betrayal he felt when he watched her pick the other side- the wrong side- was indescribable.

He didn’t have long to dwell though given that all hell was breaking loose! Jake did his best to keep the pack, keep his friends and loved ones safe but that day was carnage. They retreated back to Sparks Manor and later with the help of witches, protected the land and home there as best as they could.

They were allies to the Resistance and any werewolves seeking refuge. They were never directly attacked on their home turf but if they went out, they could get in trouble. Jake had always been good at getting in trouble.

Things changed again when John Sparks went out one night and didn’t come home. Their alpha MIA, Jake had become the makeshift leader of who was left at the Manor. Became the go-to when helping the Resistance and other werewolves.

For almost 3 years Jake has worked tirelessly trying to keep everyone safe, trying to keep anymore of his loved ones from going over to the Dark SideTM. Being in charge ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know? He’s just tired.

Wanted Connections

Any and all baby werewolves who need a pack or temporary home!

Resistance pals/anyone on the good side who’s needed a place to hide/crash etc.

Of course, the beloved Sparks Pack - Julian Cordoba, Lucy Garcia and John Sparks (currently MIA).

Those who joined the big bad side- especially werewolves- lets angst out together!

Bad vamps that have gotten #intoit with Jake!!