#I'm a Rebel just for kicks (Jacob Frye)

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@madderbythesecond asked: "Because I love you!" (Annabelle to Jacob Frye)

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Jacob's trying hard to not raise his voice. His dad only ever yelled at him when he messed up during training and he hated it. He clenches his fist and opens his mouth to argue back but soon snaps it shut when he hears her.

"You... You love me?" He asks, sitting down in a chair that was behind him. He looks perplexed and happy as he looks at her. He can't even remember what they were arguing about now.

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@madderbythesecond asked: I cry three, maybe four times a day around here. Five, if I'm really being honest with myself. (Annabelle to Jacob Frye)

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓. | Accepting

"Please don't cry, darling." He frowns, slipping his hands into her hands, and pressing his forehead against hers. "I love you. There's no need to cry."

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@madderbythesecond asked: The Morning After (Annabelle and Jacob frye if you are comfortable with that)

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Jacob woke up first, groaning and rubbing at his head. He sits up, looking around a bit, before relaxing when he sees he's in his bedroom. His sister was always busy with Henry, so it was like Jacob could do anything and get away with anything too. That included drinking a lot last night. He glances over and sees someone lying in bed next to him.

He leans over and his eyes go wide a a bit when he sees Annabelle. "Oh.. Oh no." He whispers, flipping the blanket off of him and falling to the floor once his feet hit the ground. He was a little drunk still and hungover too, so it made for him not being able to stand at first. He looks down at his feet and notices he's naked. His cheeks heat up as he finally gets his feet under him. He turns in a semi-circle, looking for their clothes.

He liked Annabelle, but he wanted to wait to sleep with her until they were both sure of their feelings and also after he told her father that he loved her. He walks over to the other side of the bed, before turning away to put on his pants. Once they are on he walks back over to her and shakes her awake, gently.

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SMASH (ANNABELLE FOR JACOB) LIKE HARD CORE SMASH.

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"Well, that's great. It'd be a shame if you said pass, especially since you're having my babies." He teases with a grin.

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Be honest meme for Jacob from Annabelle.

"Do you want more children? Be honest."

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"I always wanted a younger sibling, growing up. I also wanted more than two kids growing up. So yes."

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@madderbythesecond asked: Would you kindly help brush out my hair? (Annabelle to Jacob)

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Jacob picks up her brush and looks it over, before turning to look at her. He smiles and nods at her. "Yes, I would love to." He motions for her to turn around before approaching her. He's seen his sister use one before. How hard could it be? He shrugs a bit to himself and waits for her to turn around before he starts to gently brush out her hair.

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@madderbythesecond asked: "I like this rock. It looks like a stale old biscuit." (Annabelle to Jacob)

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He peeks over her shoulder and grins. "I wonder if it tastes like one too." He jokes, squeezing her shoulders before kissing her on the cheek with a hum. "I like your new rock."

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@madderbythesecond asked: baby (ANNABELLE HAVING JACOB FRYE'S BABY? maybe she hid the pregnancy from him for a little while?)

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Jacob would often hang outside the bar, looking for Annabelle. He would also usually talk with the girls who knew Annabelle. They had told him she was in the attic and that she was sick. He wanted more information so he climbed up to the attic and in through the window. "Annabelle?" He called out a bit, grunting as he fell on his face while crawling through the window.

He crawls forward before getting to his feet, brushing dirt off of his shirt and jacket. He stops walking when he hears a noise, he then rushes forward and stops again before bumping into one of the girls. "What.. What's going on?" He asks, peeking around the girl and his mouth dropping open at the sight in front of him. "Annabelle? You're.. You're pregnant."

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He pauses and lets his shoulders sag a bit. She has every right to be mad at him, but that doesn't mean he's going to stop himself from leaving. He picks up his shirt and slides it back on, smoothing it out before reaching for his jacket and pulling it on as well.

He stands up straight, tilting his head a bit to look at her. "Don't.." He starts, swallowing heavily and shaking his head a bit at her. "Don't be sorry. You have every right to be mad at me. You have a good point. I'm saving people in London, everyone but you." He moves toward her, cupping her cheeks with his hands. "No. I should be the one who is sorry. I'm not going to leave you. Run away with me."

"I might be cross with you right now, but that doesn't mean I want you to leave, Mr. Frye." Annabelle said. It was true, she was mad, but she didn't want him to leave either. She was scared he might never come back to see her if he left.

"Please don't leave me." Annabelle said softly, "I'm sorry I got upset with you. It just hurts to know someone I care for deeply is saving people in London, but not saving me. Selfish thoughts I suppose." She felt her eyes grow wet and quickly had to pinch herself in the side to get the overwhelming feelings of sadness to stop.

"I'm sorry, Jacob."

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"Of course I love you." He chuckles softly, cupping her face with his hands as she gently kissed his lips. He hums happily, kissing her back.

Annabelle smiled, tears in her eyes, at Jacob as his hands held hers and their foreheads touched.

"I cry because you love me. They are tears of joy." Annabelle said, she spoke softly, and gently kissed his lips.

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Jacob shakes his head a bit, pinching the bridge of his nose slightly. "I'm not surprised. I'm just not use to arguing with someone and then them just shouting out that they love me. I'm used to my sister scolding me and raising her voice at me for stupid things I did or want to do." He drops his hand from his nose and frowns. "I love you too."

Annabelle took a breath as her words slipped out from her. They had been arguing about Jacob wanting to do something reckless to damage the Templars that threatened London, but that didn't really matter right now. He seemed surprised by her admission which ticked her off even more.

"How exactly are you surprised by this fact?" She asked, "but to answer the question, yes, I love you." Her heart ached at her words. She felt silly for letting her guard down like this.

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"We both know he's going to tell me to go away, just not in such a nice way." He looks down like a child who is being scolded. He turns his body away from her, curling his hands into his pant legs. He looks up at her when he spots her movement out of the corner of his eye.

He pushes his brows together in slight confusion. "I.. I don't spend much time on the ground. I spend it climbing and sneaking into places to save children or to stop the Templars." He knows it's a pitiful attempt at an excuse but he stands by it.

He rubs at the back of his head. "I'm sorry.. I've been lost in my own little world, I didn't see the signs or pay much attention to what others have said about how your father treats you." He stands up, reaching for his coat and shirt.

"If you believe your statements then why have you not spoken to my father about courting me? If I'm so exceptional and apparently worth fighting someone for, what on earth has been stopping you, Mr. Frye, from courting me?" She wanted to ask him why he hadn't tried to protect her, but part of her felt like that would be twisting the metaphorical knife. Annabelle took a clean rag and after getting it wet wiped away the make up on her face, showing the bruises that her father had inflicted on her.

"You spend enough time in Whitechapel, you have to have heard about how my father mistreats me? About how I don't matter to my father in the slightest?" She asked.

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"Yes." He answered, a little too quickly, with a smile as he too blushed slightly. His eyes follow her movements before drifting back up to her face.

"Nonsense!" He didn't mean to get loud but he was a little excited and proud. "You're exceptional. The most specialist woman in the world." He probably did have rich ladies and their mothers lined up, but he never really paid them any mind or took notice if they were flirting with him, he had eyes only for her. He was relaxed around her and her gentle touch as she finished cleaning the blood off of his chest.

"You'd really fight someone for me?" She asked, blushing slightly as she rang out the water and blood mix from the rag she was using into a second mostly empty bucket.

"I'm nothing special, Mr. Frye. I'm sure you've got rich ladies and their mothers lined up around the block chasing you. Ladies with actual dowry instead of nothing to offer like I have." She soaked the rag, sticking her entire wrist into the water bucket and finished cleaning off his chest.

Her mind wandered to a small daydream of being courted by Jacob Frye, but she felt in her core that despite her wish for him to court her, that her father would never let that happen. She knew her happiness didn't matter to her father.

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He watches her with a small smile on his lips. She looked lovely when she was asleep, hell she looked lovely all the time. He wasn't ashamed of being shirtless around her, but he was holding his pants up around his waist so he wasn't completely naked, even though she already saw him naked he wasn't sure how much she remembered from last night. His cheeks heat up as she turns a shade of red similar to an apple.

He was hungover too, which explained why he couldn't get his feet under him earlier. He buckles up his pants to keep them up so he can rest his arms by his sides. He was happy last night and even right now because he thought he was just dreaming after a night of drinking.

"I want you to stay with me too."

Annabelle groaned as she felt a hand on her shoulder shaking her awake and her eyes slowly opened. To a shirtless Jacob Frye standing over her. He was completely ruggedly handsome. That's when she remembered getting absolutely plastered last night with him, one thing leading to another, and now she was naked in his bed and it was the next morning. She turned a shade of red similar to an apple. Her father was going to lose his mind.

Annabelle wanted to tell him that this made her happy because it did, but she couldn't find the words. There was joy mixed with absolute dread, but as she thought back on last night, past the intense hangover, she felt good.

"I want to stay with you." She said quietly.

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He nods at her as she asks 'My day?' He was sitting across from her in just his boots and pants. His jacket, shirt, and hat were lying in a pile near his feet. He didn't know much about makeup so he didn't know if she was or wasn't wearing any.

"That's great.." He starts before frowning and shaking his head a bit. "Well, I'm glad none did. I'd hate to have to fight someone for you." He teased, even though he was a bit serious. He watches her soak the rag and then wipe away some of the blood on him.

"My day?" Annabelle asked, she froze a bit wondering how much she should tell him. Her father had struck her this morning, but she hid the bruise with a bit of makeup.

"Normal, I guess. Father introduced me to several men in an attempt to see if any caught my interest. None did." She said as she soaked a rag and wiped away some of the blood.