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send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed | accepting. 

ONE.            ❛ i’m gonna get out of here before i over-stay my welcome. ❜     the brunette shoots jacob a grin ; at this point, she was certain he didn’t mind her company one bit, as it seemed he almost expected her to show up most nights with a bag of takeout and a wild story to tell.  ( with the assistance of wild hand gestures )  even after bree accidentally revealed her interest in the gang leader to his twin sister, nothing seemed to have changed .. though bree secretly observed his reactions to her extra carefully  —  after all, who wouldn’t ?    once she made her way to the door and jacob followed suit to show her out, the rook spins on her heel to face him.  she hesitates for only a moment before leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek.    ❛ —— see you around. ❜    and with that, she turns to leave, only looking over her shoulder once as she makes her way down the hallway.    ( .. was that a smile on his face ? )

TWO.            tiffs between the rooks and the blighters were not uncommon around the pub in which the rooks claimed as their own ; every now and then, a blighter or two came to stir up some trouble, causing a scene  —  only to be shut down by the rooks that outnumbered them.  this time, however, things were different.  it was late at night ; bree had said her goodbyes to jacob and the others for the evening, hands stuffed in the pockets of her leather jacket as she slowly made her way out of the pub.  though jacob insisted on walking her home, bree assured him she was fine to walk on her own.  after all, she hardly drank that night, and was perfectly sober as she made her way out of the pub and towards her flat.  she didn’t make it too far, however, as she was suddenly yanked off the sidewalk and into an alleyway tucked behind a building about a block down from the pub.    ‘ don’t say a word.  not one word. ’    ( blighters. )    the brunette gulped, becoming painfully aware of the knife pressed to her neck in the dark as the metal dug into her skin.  there had to be at least six blighters there  —  in her line of vision, anyway  —  a situation she saw no easy solution for.  they knew her name .. through her association with jacob, no doubt, and they demanded her to take them back to the pub.  she heard the click of a gun somewhere behind her.  if they were all armed in such a way, it’d be a slaughter if she lead them back there.  there was no way in hell she’d let that happen.  still, bree told them to conceal their weapons, as they wouldn’t make it anywhere near the building with guns in their hands.  she walked back down the street with them  —  slowly .. and one blighter held a firm grip on her arm.  the pub eventually appeared within view, and the rook was out of options.  there was only one thing she could think of to do : make noise.  lots of it.  suddenly, she let out a scream, jerking her arm away from the man who held it  —  who was now quite alarmed.  a few of the blighters scattered as the people inside the pub became aware of the scene outside and came running out.    ( jacob was with them ; bree saw him in her peripheral vision. )     several other rooks stepped forward, but the blighter who had previously held a grip on her once again took hold of her, his knife pressed to her neck.  the remaining two stood at his side, hands touching the guns concealed in their belts.    ❛ stay back !  they’re armed ! ❜    bree’s eyes were wide with fear ; her nails dug into the blighter’s arm, which only caused him to press the knife harder against her skin.  she looked at all of her paralyzed friends before her ; the blighters were outnumbered, but with bree held captive right in front of one of them, no one could make a move.    and then she locked eyes with jacob.    anger bubbled within him ; she could see it from there.  his expression changed, however, when she began to mouth a word at him :    ‘ distraction. ’    the assassin appeared to be puzzled for a moment, until the brunette raised her heel and slammed it into the blighter’s foot.  they both let out a collective yell as his alarm caused him to drive the knife into her shoulder, sending her falling to the ground.  regardless of her pain, it worked.  jacob and several rooks leaped into action, taking the blighters out with no casualties on their side.  when the danger was no more, an eerie silence fell as bree knelt on the ground, knife still protruding from her shoulder.  shoes shuffled on the ground as she feebly began to push herself up with no avail.  a familiar voice calling out her name caused previously downcast eyes to dart upwards, and a sudden burst of energy flowed through her.  intense pains shot up and down her arm as she weakly made her way over to him.  jacob.  his hands caught her around the waist just in time as she fell against him, her breaths shaky.  despite her pain, a relieved smile crosses her features.    ❛ i thought i was gonna die. ❜    an out of place laugh escapes her mouth, and an equally confused and concerned jacob stares down at her.    ❛ and i – i thought about my family .. and my friends .. but then .. i just  —  i couldn’t stop thinking about .. about y— ❜    before she could even finish her sentence, he cuts her off, his lips crashing into hers  —  before she weakly collapsed into his arms.

THREE.            ❛ guess who got an a+ on her spelling test today ? ❜    bree makes her way through the flat’s door, one of her hands holding onto little cecily, who proudly clutched a perfectly marked paper out in front of her.  though it had only been several weeks since she moved into jacob’s flat, it already felt like home to her ; they felt like home to her.  her heart leapt in her chest as jacob made his way over to beam proudly at his daughter, taking a few moments to admire the test and praise her before standing upright in order to give bree a light peck on the lips.    ‘ this calls for a celebration, now doesn’t it ? ’    of course, jacob’s suggestion elicited a cheer from both cecily and bree.

FOUR.            the pub roared with life and action ; laughs and cheers echoed throughout the building.  they had all been there for quite some time now.  —  jacob had been roughhousing with several rooks before, but they had calmed down .. somewhat .. as they began to play a drinking game near the dartboard.    ( always a safe pastime. )    bree took this as her opportunity to make her way over, grabbing a dart right from jacob’s hand and tossing it at the board.  surprisingly, it hit the bullseye, and she proceeded to grab the drink from jacob’s other hand, taking a long swig of it before laying a sloppy kiss on his mouth.  the rooks let out a several loud hollers, and bree gave her boyfriend a smug grin as she pulled back.    ❛ — got room for one more ? ❜

just grab my muse & kiss them !

        ❛ babe, are we still --- ❜    lips purse as her boyfriend whizzes by her, half-dressed and  ( seemingly )  quite distracted by whatever was displayed on the screen of his phone. she supposed her question would have to wait for later, seeing as jacob was already heading out, shirt in hand.    for a moment, the brunette is simply seated on the couch, blinking confusedly at the door. it takes several seconds to begin to process what had just occurred ; jacob leaving without so much as a goodbye was quite odd, after all.