#Hood Mtn

[menrstinkyy]

I started decorating my room and quickly realized I didn't print enough posters SO I MADE SOME!!

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yawl. do NAWT mention the last 3 idk what happened... BUT I LIKE THE REST!!

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Strange First Impressions

This is part of the Band!HoW AoA AU

Band AU Darrell - @bluecoolr-main

Band AU Ava - @slaasherslut

Band AU Percy (Bunny) and Licorice - me!

All other characters are HoW Cannon.

The Fallen Angels finally decided to go on tour again, this time with Bunny, their shy new Bassist/co-lyricist and her emotional support dog, Licorice. The tour bus hadn't officially gotten on the road as according to their manager they were going to be sharing a Bus with Darrell Todd and his band. Darrell was an old friend of the Angels who were more than happy to see him again. Bunny immediately made herself scarce in her bunk not wanting to embarrass herself in front of her bandmates. An upside to being so small compared to everyone else was the fact that slipping away out of uncomfortable situations was a breeze! Or, so Bunny thought. Lester had caught her shimmying herself into the top bunk.

"Darlin'? Whatcha doin up there?"

"Hiding."

Lester was kind, gentle, Ava's boyfriend and the bands Drummer.

He treated Bunny like a friend instead of a stranger. He knew this would happen, the black haired girl wasn't very excitable about strangers. She had never met Darrell before.

Lester chuckled. "You'll like 'im, promise. Besides we are gonna be tourin' for a few weeks. There ain't no conceivable way ta avoid 'im…"

Bunny laid her head down on the mattress as she had successfully gotten up to the top bunk. "I know…I'm just not in the mood to greet people, okay? Can you hand me Licorice? I'm gonna lay down for a nap…"

Les understood, handing the fluffy Pomeranian up to his owner and the curtain being shut.

A few minutes later the sound of bootsteps were heard and commotion from the band was made.

"It's about time you got here! What, your old truck crap out on you again?" Lester inquired of the blonde.

"Traffic actually. Heard you bunch got a new member?"

"She's nappin' right now." Lester smiled and lowered his voice. "Poor thing is shy as the Dickens so, if she don't approach you immediately, don't take it to heart." Darrell was gently patted on the back and let go to find his Bunk and set his gear down..

The tour bus took off with it's passengers and the Band minus Bunny sat around catching up with Darrell and how he had been for a few hours. "You trying to copy me?" Bo joked with him about being a fellow slut and Darrell blushed. "You know what they say, imitation is the sincerest form a' flattery. I can't help myself some days."

A groggy moan was heard and Bunny stood in the doorway. She rubbed her eyes with a fist and yawned.

Darrell could barely see under the hood of the jacket the girl was wearing, definitely something mysterious about her.

"Have a nice nap, sweetpea?" Lester asked as the girl looked up. Darrell this time could get a better look at her. Half lidded Blue eyes, the most adorable cheeks and long rave hair framed her face. The girl nodded mutely and opened the mini fridge for a Mtn Dew, cracking it open.

"Bun, this is Darrell." Ava introduced her. Bunny was given a smile, he was certainly very charming. Green Tshirt stretched taut against his pecs, blue jeans and cowboy boots. "y'know I didn't know the Sinclair's had a baby sister. And one that obviously looks up to one twin more than the other..." Darrell joked. Vincent shrugged with a smirk, passing by the girl and pulling back her hood, patting her head. "Yeah yeah..go call your girlfriend Vin..." Bo rolled his eyes, chewing on the lolipops stash that Bunny had brought with her.

As Darrell went for a handshake, Bunny picked up Licorice and oddly looked for any signs of growling or barking from the fluff ball and there was nothing but panting.

The southerner chuckled, playing along and shaking the dogs paw. "Nice ta meet you too.."

"Would…you like to hold him? He…seems to think you're an okay person…." She trailed off and Darrell agreed. "What's his name?"

"L…Licorice….his name is Licorice, Lord of the damned."

Darrell held the pom close, gently scratching him behind the ears. "Dogs are good judges a' character. Yeah that's right bud, I ain't so bad…" Bunny sat down next to Ava who patted her knee in silent praise of trying to talk to people.

This was possibly a friendship?

Bunny has no way of knowing. She could only go up from here.

Tags: @rottent33th @slaasherslut @bluecoolr-main @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @kalid-raven @slasherscrybaby @angxlslasher @texaschainsawslvt

[dgaftilwedie]

TREY DUMPING!!1!11!1!!1!!1!11!!!11!!

he collects lps cats (JUST the cats)

and also shopkins tbh

his go-to gas station order is those orange flavored cupcake thingies, a couple hot dogs, either a mtn dew voltage or grape monster, n a pack of smokes

smells like old spice deodorant, ciggies, pinetrees, and junk food with the tiniest hint of BO (he showers he's just gross)

he REFUSESSSSSS to purchase warmer clothing so he just layers shit on during the winter

cannot sleep with a shirt on cuz it fucks with his sensory issues

his favorite youtubers are smosh and dan & phil

he doesn't get scared very easily and he's constantly seeking out new horror games to play

that being said... HE IS BALDIPHOBIC

he tried to play baldi's basic and got so scared he had to fall asleep with his lights on

his hair is naturally brown but he hates the way it looks so he bleaches it at least once a month

he's like 5'10 and he brings it up all the time

he LOVES being tall

he has a dj pon3 tattoo on his stomach

certified roblox bully

he really likes the scott pilgrim comics (his favorite character is wallace btw :3)

he has 14 piercings in total (12 facial, 2 lobe piercings that he's in the process of stretching)

his sleep schedule is BEYONDDD fucked

his daily routine is like, wake up at 1pm, play video games, take a shower, get high and feed slart king, go to work, get home at midnight with taco bell (and some bk fries for his son), then either smoke again, get drunk, or play video games and go to bed at 7am

he likes the weekends more because he doesn't have to work, his band practices on saturdays, and he can go to the skatepark

slart king comes with him virtually everywhere (except for work)

he doesn't have a car so he just skateboards places, and slart king either sits in his hoodie pockets or the actual hood (he's really tiny)

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

2. 3 movies you have rewatched many times 3. 3 songs that mean something to you 5. 3 colors to paint your room 7. 3 fruits that you love the most 8. 3 tv shows that you never get bored of 11. 3 books that you would recommend everyone to read 12. 3 apps you use the most 16. 3 drinks you consume the most 17. 3 tv couples you adore the most 21. 3 things you are the most passionate about 22. 3 movies/books/tv shows that made you cry 25. 3 people you’d never get tired of 26. 3 countries you’d love to visit 30. 3 moments you could never forget 31. 3 types of flowers you love the most 32. 3 months you enjoy the most 33. 3 scented candles that you love the most 37. 3 languages you would love to learn

‘3 things….’ asks!

2. 3 movies you have rewatched many times

The Giver, The Hunger Games (trilogy), and The Wizard of Oz.

3. 3 songs that mean something to you

This Is Me by Keala Settle (featuring The Greatest Showman cast), Daddy's Hands by Holly Dunn (I cannot listen to this song anymore after I lost my Daddy in 2005.), and Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion.

5. 3 colors to paint your room

A light green, beige, and a bit darker green than the light.

7. 3 fruits that you love the most

Cantaloupe, Mango, and Peaches.

8. 3 tv shows that you never get bored of

The Walking Dead, Friends, and Hannah Montana.

11. 3 books that you would recommend everyone to read

A Home for Jessie (Christine Pullein-Thompson), The Hunger Games trilogy (Suzanne Collins), and His Dark Materials (Philip Pullman)

12. 3 apps you use the most

Tumblr, TikTok, and Discord.

16. 3 drinks you consume the most

Mtn Dew, Dr. Pepper, and Water.

17. 3 tv couples you adore the most

Please Note: I'm only including canon ships. Mulder & Scully (The X-Files), Rick & Michonne (The Walking Dead), and Regina Mills & Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time).

21. 3 things you are the most passionate about

Bodily Autonomy for all genders, equal rights for everybody, and my family.

22. 3 movies/books/tv shows that made you cry

Movies: 1). Where the Red Fern Grows 2). Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey 3). Pay It Forward. Books: 1). Where the Red Fern Grows (Wilson Rawls) 2). A Home for Jessie (Christine Pullein-Thompson) 3). The Hunger Games: Mockingjay (Suzanne Collins). TV Shows: 1). The Walking Dead 2). E.R. 3). The Handmaid's Tale.

25. 3 people you’d never get tired of

My son, my husband, and my Mom.

26. 3 countries you’d love to visit

Ireland, England, and Australia.

30. 3 moments you could never forget

The birth of my child, the moment I learned of my father's death, and September 11, 2001.

31. 3 types of flowers you love the most

Daffodils, Honeysuckle, and Snapdragons.

32. 3 months you enjoy the most

April (but I also hate it, too), October, and December.

33. 3 scented candles that you love the most

Butterfly (Bath & Body Works), Honeysuckle, and Blueberry Belini (Bath & Body Works).

37. 3 languages you would love to learn

German, Spanish, and an Asian language.

[positivecreations]

So for the last couple of days I worked super hard on a big mural, in my original home city of Lima, Peru! It was a collabo with my old artist friend @entes93 who got me the wall via his local festival @puro_muro . It was done outside the “Arriola” train station (calle Aviación), which is in “La Victoria”, a gnarly hood I used to brawl at with my street gang, back in the early 90s. The spot we painted at was hectic, but I was well protected and the junkies living under that bridge didn’t mind clearing the area for us to work. So it ended being real fun to drop this fishbomb-esque creature, representing a person riding the dragon train. Hope it brightens the day of the thousands of cars that pass by there every day! Happy to have a big mural in Lima again! 🙌 Big thanks @entes93 @puro_muro @deox.dmjc @montanashop_lima @montana_colors @cheese.socks #puromuro #mural #limaperu #entes #dmjc #muralfestival #mtn #mtncolors #streetart #collaboration #spraypaint #lavictoria #hood #trenelectrico #grateful (at Estación Nicolás Arriola) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7ELPFmH1LW/?igshid=m3oyc1gxrna4

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Mt. Hood at sunset, viewed from atop from Larch Mtn, Oregon [2000x1500] [OC]

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En Plein Air Spread from Mt Hood, OR and the Sawtooth Mtns. as seen from Stanley, Idaho

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W.9.7.2022 10.20am

[Sigh. Restart. 7.14pm]

Posts [Last to first.]

-Cliff... jump off into that light!

My Love/s... I do so daily!

Loving You...Alll has ~always~ been about pushing myself beyond my boundaries.

-227... motivation...?

ABSOLUTELY.

As I go back & think about how bad I felt last night... I don't know what evenings/nights are the worst.. but that could be because I am worn out & able to sit after a long day will make me...or maybe anyone... vulnerable. Add in me exposing myself by writing to You...Alll... it is really hard on me. Like shooting a paper target. A person with accuracy can easily shoot until the paper disintegrates into confetti! I feel like that target... lip chew.

But. Motivated to keep going until it's me being the best me, & markswoman, for us!

-2 grass roofed huts in valley at outlet of a stream next to a lake...

I would love to be.. & love there...

-Lighthouse. Tourists waving, lthse on outcropping, gulls, cliff shrouded in mist.

Yes my Love/s.

You...Alll have always been like this to me. A beacon guiding me around life's obstacles. Even when... I'm too stubborn. Or can't see.. stumble over those dang boulders & face plant way too much.

bowed. Humbled.

Thank You...Alll for loving me.

For choosing to.

Lip chew.

[He holds.. cradles... her. The way I feel You Alll.]

-Hunter. Rifle over shoulder pointed @ luck.

I so needed today! Was so difficult! & not being able to finish this filled me with angst & bad temper.

-Rainbow trout held with exaggerated dorsal fin?

You...Alll do hold me that carefully.

Blushing shyly.

-Castle wall ruins on cliff face swarmed by gulls?

Not sure how to feel about this one. Gulls using this as a nesting perch.

But a castle in ruins bothers me.

But ...bringing new life to a crumbling...

sobbing.

Knees ...sliding down the veil.

🙇‍♀️🙏⚓🗝💝

-Woman dancing nekked around bonfire with showers of sparks shooting to the sky!

Oh my Love/s... the thought of You...Alll watching...

Is freeing me to me...

Blushing shyly.

-Cowboy on horseback [Roan...?] wearing chaps & dressed like early winter? Mtn peaks snow covered & some on ground...

Or thaw of early spring?

Horse looking back rt towards rider. & he looking at ground, maybe talking to horse?

Thawing out from ... freezing me out?

Lip chew.🙇‍♀️🙏⚓

-Alaskan small fishing coastal village with heavy mist at mtn & sun peeking out over mtn

A simpler, inspiring life.

-Not for lack of resources.

But whom has seized control.

Those too ... & greedy to work for themselves. Living on the laurels of those who do the back breaking work everyday.

[Why I'm grateful of my not getting multitude of jobs applied to in the past. Including the 2 gbi ofc mngr jobs that was very qualified for. Damn panel interviews get me every time.]

-Tiny, almost hobbit sized A frame. Husky/malamute on porch @ door.

On a mtn side surrounded by young forest of pines & mtn plants.

Peaceful simple life.

No people but any I absolutely want to be around. You...Alll. Our heart/family.

-Steep rocky mtn ridge & wooded ridge with steep valley totally engulfed in heavy fog.

This. This has been my life too much. As beautiful & majestic as it is , it's also full of hidden dangers that require me to be ever vigilant about each step I take.

And I know I've tumbled down those slopes & had to start all over again. Many times.

Especially with You...Alll.

Bowed shamed head.

-Bull Moose. Turned towards... safe journey. Snow covered. Walking away. Winter field covered in icy snow.

My journey... has been rather fraught with perils over my life. I don't know why... sigh. Evidently that's the kinda soul God Created me to be. That I have to endure some things that maybe...could've been avoided. Sigh. Pulling hood over my head.

-Woman pulling up bunch of radishes from late garden ground.

A few yellowed leaves.

I must cultivate & tend my garden.

💡🤓Constantly. My mind, heart, body, soul & spirit. I cannot sit back.. that's when the weeds take up & grow!

But sometimes...

Hardiness.

-PNW PEW. Lg can/covered, shroud, short barrel, body machine gun. Single to full?

Inspiration?

You...Alll do inspire me my Love/s.

And I know too that it's not easy either. I am fully aware that things have been lopsided. It's been a spear in my side all along. I'm never unaware that I am not giving to You...Alll the way You...Alll are giving to me.

One of the reasons I'm inspired.. to remedy that situation! For it to never be the case between us again! I long to hold each of Your...Alll's hands thru every moment of our lives. To be there for every part of our families milestones.

It hurts me... I haven't been... that any could think.. bowed in soul wrenching pain. Wobble.

-Sword in a stone. Rose vine wrapped around it?

You...Alll... have always been my heroes. My angels.

May I be the rose that grows with You...Alll ... & the thorns that protects You...Alll.

-Two doe walking in river. Low below banks. Morning mist & light.

To be the Alpha/s.../alpha queen leader, teacher... mother.

But also the woman...

-Weathered dock. Low. At waters edge. Calm waters. Lake or river. Mid sized peaks.

I so need...

Worn...

Bowed.

-actor.

[Bad/evil warlord from f&f #7?]

Smoking stogie.

Thick. Fat.

Took me a few @ stove doing meds to think on. ...then... I got the giggles.

Cheeky. Lit. Burning. Smokin hot.

Don't like cigars but symbolism here. Wisdom. Churchill.

-Young buck. Reaching. Stretching neck out. Licking. Tree branch.

The giggles burst forth even more!

Just one thing...

No one but You...Alll.

I want You...Alll. Period.

-Soldiers. Training. Praying.

Great men are always at war with themselves.

💡💡💡💡💡

OMG.

Lightbulb because of all of today's!

OMG please!!!

You Alll are struggling with all of this... just as I am!

Even though You Alll know more than I do!

At first I thought this one was that I will always have these struggles.

But this is to show me that it's more about that ~You...Alll~ are struggling.

With not ...being at the airport...?

But the Alpha/s Warrior/s that You...Alll are... it's hard to not take over?

To not step in, take my reins & fix everything?

I get it my Love/s.

And I love You...Alll the more for it.

Because I know...

& I am starting to see it's the crux of it all tooo...

You...Alll ... OMG...!!!

💡💡💡💡💡🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

You...Alll... love alll the parts of me?

Warts, flaws, stubborn, dark spots, misguided...

Whimpering moan

Bowed.

OMG...please...

Sliding down in front of You...Alll... beseeching thru the veil!

Wailing moan.

I don't know why... sob.

But this one... it struck the gong harder ...

[Exploding lightbulb gif here.]

With knowing I fell into such a depressed hole after... I am only now able to make things happen.

That I am now back to being tnt, & fighting for my goals & dreams.

Ones You...Alll had hands in inspiring. Things I had been thinking about God Created depth within my dreams but didn't let me lose them. How I know they are meant. Legacy businesses.

-Stone home in a peaceful glen. Fences abutted by marauding sheep & goats.

Hidden. Safe. Tall trees & hills surrounding.

You...Alll... are my safe...

people... haven.. harbor... the ones I want more than life.

I want to wake up in breathe.

Because You...Alll live. Now. In this time.

I can only pray that I am Your...Alll's souls choice.

Especially when I'm full of angst that I have been kept away from being able to write this all day.

But I got a lot of bank stuff done. Now gotta figure out insurance issues. [wh is doing nothing. He is trying to make it all go away & nothing change. Gets very pouty & snarky when I get mail now. Tough.] Heck. I was on the phone so much I couldn't get to take a shower & get out to the courthouse! I'm stopping laundry/work for the night now. [10.15pm] because I am exhausted.

Just... so upset this took all day!

But I think it also motivates me to get up earlier so can get more done when I might have the house to myself. [Part of the issue. Gr.]

Oh. Lip chew. Btw... Scabs on my toe are almost gone. Still kinda sore but I'm just happy healed. [Dang uc/er doc gave me augmentin. Cannot take. Ibs. Grimace. So meds & that was only that I didn't have an infection. But ya know when a paramedic looks at a foot & grimaces "that must hurt." Ouch.]

Lesson: ALWAYS CARRY 100SPF NO MATTER HOW LONG GONNA BE OUTSIDE. EVERY 30 MINUTES. ALWAYS T!!!

Freaking sucks. I'm the one so fair skinned can see my veins. Body hair so fine & blonde barely perceptible. 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️ but. Not albino because I have "mocha auburn" hair! I mean geeish louise! the Cherokee genes are a lot of hair [was] & the dark caramel/mahogany colors. Irish...blonde & red, & fine. Sigh. I come by some wacky eyes too. Was told a long time ago... always wear my glasses because I have... "those eyes" wth that means. Bewildered shrug. Laser beams? Lmao. I have no idea.

Anyways...

I think this is way long.

Sigh.

Adversary, you will not stop me from getting my life right!

In Jesus Name!

Nor will you keep me from my soul's Mate/s!

Also, in Your Name Jesus!

I love You Alll.

I always have. I Alllways will.

I will search... & I will wait... thru 10,000 years, thru 1,000 lifetimes.. I will ... for eternity .

True love never dies & true love always waits. Forever.

Until...

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix.

👩🤓☔💡⚓🙏🙇‍♀️🌂🔗⛓📋📐🔏🧰🏗🧱⚒🛠⚙ ⚖🗽🐯🐾🦉🐐🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌳🧶🧵⌚⚡🌠🔱⚜🗝💖🐻💓🦌💝♠️🧩🔆♾🌎🎯🧭🥧🍯🍼🍫🍑🍒🎶🕯💋

Almost ready to go to bed. So pooped. Gonna try & watch "Braven". Let's see if can stay awake. 10.30pm est.

Th.9.8.2022 12.29am. Est.

[bikesteelborrow]

Leatt MTB All Mountain 2.0 Jacket - Black

LEICHT, WASSERABWEISEND UND WINDDICHT Unsere leichte 4-Way Stretch Jacke ist ideal für fast alle Fahrbedingungen und lässt sich für eine minimalistische Aufbewahrung in die eigene Brusttasche falten. Diese Jacke wurde mit zwei neuen handwärmer Taschen an der Hüfte aufgewertet. Zu den neuesten Features gehört auch ein komplett neues Kapuzendesign. Die Ride Adaptive Hood (RAhD) mit ihrem hohen Kragen kann in vier verschiedenen Konfigurationen getragen werden, was die perfekte Abdeckung für alle Wettersituationen bietet. Das einzigartige ClimbVent System sorgt für optimale Belüftung bei geöffneter Jacke und sie ist an den Ellbogen und Schultern materialverstärkt. Hergestellt aus leichtem, wasserabweisendem und atmungsaktivem Material (5.000mm/5.000 g/m²/24h) ist die Leatt All-Mtn 2.0 Jacke mit unserem zum Patent angemeldeten Magnetic Hood System ausgestattet, das die Kapuze am Helm oder Rücken festhält, was herumflattern verhindert! Features - Neue Ride Adaptive Hood (RAhD) - Zwei neue handwarmer Taschen an der Hüfte - ClimbVent Verschluss für optimale Belüftung bei geöffneter Jacke - Leichtes 4-Way Stretchmaterial - Atmungsaktiv und wasserdicht (5.000mm/5.000g/m²) - Materialverstärkt an Schultern und Ellbogen - Hood Retention System - Magnetische Kapuzen Fixierung - Neues X-Flow Mesh Innenfutter - Versiegelte Nähte - 1 RV-Tasche an der Brust - Verstellbar an Bund, Kapuze und Ärmeln - Kompatibel mit Protektorenjacken und Fullface-Helmen - Lichtreflektor auf der Rückseite - Plastikfreie, recyclebare Verpackung Material: 100% Polyester

[marketusme]

Huawei nova 2

Packed with some impressive specs the Huawei nova 8 and Huawei nova Y60 are here and ready to be discovered. Will one of them be your next phone, Gen-Zer?

Charging power

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If you’ve got plans to be out and about with your friends, then a smartphone that offers a long-lasting battery is important, especially if you want to capture your day with pics or enjoy some music streaming on your phone. The Huawei nova 8 has the 66W Huawei SuperCharge support, which saves users the trouble of charging the device frequently. Your phone can also be charged to 60% in just 15 minutes and 100% in 35 minutes, so even if you had forgotten to charge it earlier, you can still charge up while you’re busy getting ready to meet up with the gang.

The Huawei nova Y60, on the other hand, is equipped with a 5000mAh large battery and Huawei’s power-saving AI Algorithms, which lets users explore as much as they like with their phone without worrying about the battery dying. Coupled with the Ultra Power Saving mode, the smartphone can last longer even when the battery level is low, which is a great if you’re out and about for a longer time than you planned. 

Incredible picture quality

If you’re looking to jumpstart your influencer career or just love a good picture, then the Huawei nova 8 is a good start because it gives you the best camera features, and the price tag is just right for a Gen-Zer’s pocket. The Huawei nova 8 is fitted with a 64MP high resolution rear camera that lets you take vividly sharp photos. When taking photos at night, Huawei nova 8 Super Night Mode makes sure that you still capture your best angles. The Main Camera and Ultra-Wide Angle Camera on the back of the Huawei nova 8 work together to enable Dual-View Video, which is perfect for taking group selfies and fun videos.

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It’s all in the appearance

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The Huawei nova 8 comes in a spectacular Blush Gold colour and has a thin and light body that weighs only 169 g. From the back, the universe-inspired Nebular Camera System sits elegantly on the exquisite glass panel, giving the device a unique and a striking appearance.

Coated with a simple yet trendy hood, the Huawei nova Y60 is available in two classic colours – Crush Green and Midnight Black. It adopts a 3D design with smooth, rounded edges to ensure a comfortable grip, which is made even better by its handy on-screen navigation.

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[jinkiesravi]

EXO: Final Exams + College life

Shoutout to the girl who did a shot in the library bathroom #FinalsWeek

Minseok: 

caffeine overload and inverted sleep schedule

notecards notecards notecards

highlights his whole calculus textbook

takes exams in sweatshirts so he can use the hood to hide his tears

“I wish I started studying for my final exams last week but I was too busy studying for my midterms“

Junmyeon:

english major so he’s looking at about a billion rough drafts

reserves a study room at 6 o’clock so he can eat dinner and edit papers

has never had to take a science class in college yet he’s researching the effects of greenhouse gases on the planet

loses focus easily

like really easy

he’s been reading the same wiki article on carbon emissions for the past hour

Yixing:

gets to leave a week early for Winter break because he only had to take one exam

lots of lab practicals

mocks baekhyun for studying so hard

likes to watch netflix while jongdae tries to recite music theory notes

meditates to stop the stress of 12 chemistry credits get to him (see below)

Baekhyun: 

needs a 150/144 on his Bio exam to pass the semester

skips his 8 am classes and still passes the finals

lives alone so no one can judge him for procrastinating so much

flowcharts, notecards, powerpoints, sticky notes are scattered around his room

pre-med student and ready to die

Jongdae: 

trying to raise his GPA so he can audition for the Men’s Choir

loves his professors, hates his classes

parties on Thursday night before his exam

cries when he fails Psych 101

“Wore a Kobe jersey to my final bc I knew I wasn't gonna pass”

Chanyeol: 

handles the stress well

visits the campus puppies to stay optimistic

lives for office hours

writes songs to remember economic trends

business major 

“It’s finals week and I’m high. #LiveYourBestLife “

Kyungsoo:

sleeps in the library

poor time management

cram studies before the big test and gets a B-

drinks a lot of Mtn Dew and Coke to stay awake

final grade is a C+ in sociology 

Jongin: 

takes lots of literature classes so he can read often

in college with an athletic scholarship

stays on campus during Winter break to train 

is able to read his notes once and memorize them 

“I looked under my pillow for my pillow... It’s been a long day”

Sehun:

photography presentation goes well enough although his GSI told him to lay off the star wipes

finishes the semester with 3 A’s and 1 B

rest of the boys tease him for being a smartass

but he totally cheated on his humanities exam

[homosociallyyours]

76 and 80 larry please.

76) Summer Haze(this feels like the perfect excuse for my country music/Tennessee AU, so have deep Smoky Mtns/redneck Louis). ALSO it’s not a drabble, sorry not sorry, it wanted more than 100 words! 

Louis laid sprawled out in the bed of his truck, the sound of the cicadas whirring in his ears in the fading summer light. He had the radio on, the end of the top 20 country countdown blasting even though he knew his old battery really couldn’t take it. He’d get a jump offa Mama when she got home if it died before then. Work was over for the day anyway, and he was parked down the end of the drive. Could roll the old thing down the hill if need be. He lifted his head and took a swallow of Coke, the sweat from the can rolling in fat beads down his arm.

“Now it’s time for our throwback hit, folks. Randy Travis hit the top spot way back in 1987 with this one. It’s Forever and Ever, Amen.”

Louis smiled as Randy’s voice started up on the radio, sliding his phone out of his pocket with his free hand. “U listenin,” he texted Harry.

Harry’s response came through right away. “My song :)”

Louis sent back a string of hearts. They’d talk later. For now he sang along, his voice falling into a harmony with Randy’s deeper one. He’d sung it like that to Harry a few months back on one of their dates in town, Harry’s head in his lap on the hood of Harry’s car, looking down into the stars in his eyes instead of the ones in the sky. “If you wonder how long I’ll be faithful, I’ll be happy to tell you again. I’m gonna love you forever and ever. Forever and ever, amen.”

80) Only Human -- consider this a “Last Man on Earth” fusion of sorts? Also not a drabble, but I’m not mad at me. 

Harry had been driving for what felt like days. Not that it mattered. Not that there was anyone around to care. When he woke up and found everyone gone-- literally just vanished, no traces left behind --his first reaction was to try to keep track of everything. Every hour passed, every house empty. He’d knocked at every door in his neighborhood, then his town, then the next town over, and so on until it started to feel like an endless loop of hopelessness. Boredom, too, of a sort that Harry had never expected to experience. He was still keeping track of the towns, crossing each one off as he stopped to explore but taking far less care with the whole thing. He knew the signs by now, could tell by the eerie silence of a neighborhood when each house would be as empty as the rest. He was nearing his next stop when he saw the sign: “Alive in Doncaster.” It was spray painted in red with a messy smiley face next to it that had Xs for eyes. He checked his map. Doncaster was two towns away. He might not be the only human alive after all.

If anyone wants to ask me more of these I’d love to write some baby ficlets/drabbles. The post is here. 

Thanks for these and for your patience, @larrycaptains!!

[pacman-tattoo]

control [jeremy h. x squipped!reader] pt.2

says squipped reader when reader isn’t “““““technically””””” squipped in this

so... control pt2

aka: tris rewrites this shit because she got angry at the original

fun fact: the original??? i took a break while writing the first part because i needed to.

and now its Dead rip

warnings: uh general language because its me, plus the SQUIP’s somewhat haunting ur ass so...

rip.

       Jeremy Heere was in four of your classes. Four. Four out of seven classes. And now, you didn’t blame him if he wanted to get out of those four classes. In english he sat across the room, thank fuck, usually napping behind one of many football players in your class because english was first thing in the morning on Mondays and Wednesdays and Fridays; in chemistry, he sat two desks ahead of you - which wasn’t too far but not too close either, giving Jeremy his distance from you - with Michael occupying the seat next to him as the two make dumb jokes together; Spanish was similar, Jeremy sitting next to the door by some stroke of luck, and was often outside within seconds; and in math...

       In math, Jeremy Heere sat right next to you. In math, Jeremy Heere used to ask if he could borrow a calculator because he always forgot his and you were always done first. And a month ago, you would have grown flustered and tongue-tied at the mere thought of Jeremy talking to you, your stomach doing flips. Math was where the class was practically filled to the brim and talking to the teacher meant speaking loud enough for anyone and everyone to pick up on the fact that Jeremy Heere had a problem with where he was sitting and someone could find out that Jeremy Heere had a problem with you and then they’ll all find out you were a freak who was under the control of a pill - a fucking pill - and that you were a freak, just like Richard Goranski, who was also influenced by the same sort of shit. And moving seats meant Jeremy would be moved away from Michael, who probably hated you and - did you blame him because you used him, didn’t you?

       You raised your hand halfway through the lecture, the tightness in your chest constricting your thoughts as you remembered the shit that still plagued you every night. Luck seemed to finally be on your side as Mr.Gretch happened to turn away from the whiteboard long enough to see you, punctuating the air with a red dry-erase marker.

      “[y/l/n].” He doesn’t ask or anything - he stated your name simply, voice gruff with age. You almost forgot what you were about to say, only to tear your eyes away from the hand still on your desk to see there were a few eyes on you.

      “Can I,” you began, forcing a breath down, “can I go to the nurse?”

       He nodded after a moment, as if he was going to mule over should I send my student on the verge of a panic attack to the nurse, or should I just watch them sit and suffer for a bit longer? 

       But you shouldered the thought and slide out of your seat, ignoring the softest snicker from an asshole in the front of the room, and pulled the sleeves of your hoodie as far down over your hands as they would reach. That’s what you had begun to do - you’d tug at your sleeves, play with the edge of your shirts or hoodies, or you’d fiddle with the drawstrings. Little things that you’d begun to pick up as every time you began to-

       .... You’d flinch. Your hands would be at your side within seconds and you’d be waiting. As if it was still there. As if it would hurt you. But even still... You were scared it would. The thought of it creeping out of some dark recess of your mind, taunting you softly because did you really think you could get rid of it, you fucking idiot and reminding you of what you are and who yu were and what you could have been.

       But then there was Rich. The one person that understood you, that understood what you’d been through because he’d been through it and worse. The one person that you didn’t expect to stay by your side after the “shiny, happy hive mind” was as gone as it could be after it toyed around with the two of you carelessly. He came over to your house often, despite the decent distance between you two - but it was worth it. You two could stick together. Then again, sometimes he’d stay over and that was nice. Rich’s presence was enough to keep nightmares away, honestly. Anyone’s presence would have been enough to keep nightmares away in your mind.

       But dear god, the nightmares. The nightmares were fucking terrible and you hated them when they were at their worst.

       At their lightest, the nightmares would consist of maybe you by yourself - maybe Rich or Michael there. Rich you could face, while Michael was a little tougher, because usually he’d be saying shit about how you used him - things you hoped the real Michael wouldn’t say to you. When it was worse, there’d be Jeremy, insulting you for thinking a SQUIP could make you cool or some shit. For thinking something could help you be someone he’d like.

       Then there were the nightmares where you’d be on the ground and there’d be Jeremy. Just Jeremy, standing there, watching you. You couldn’t speak. He just didn’t. You weren’t sure how, but there’d be... the faintest, thinnest electric blue lines over his neck - the same lines you swore you’d seen on your SQUIP-

       And that’s when the SQUIP would appear. 

       And that was when you woke up.

       At least, that’s all you remembered. That’s all you cared to remember. That was all you wanted to remember. 

       Maybe that was why you swore you still heard the SQUIP. If the SQUIP was back, then... were you really surprised? You tried to cheat, technically, and this was what you deserved - at least, that’s what you told yourself. It didn’t surprise you. You fucked up. You shouldn’t be surprised.

      But what did surprise was you how Michael was always there, even after all the shit you did and didn’t too, shit you were going to do if time had allowed, shoving a bottle of Mountain Dew Red into your hands. Then you’d thank him and then he’d be gone, telling you something along the lines of ‘no problem’ without a second thought. 

       The first time it happened, he gave the bottle to you and left you alone, staring at the bottle, assuming you were going to drink it. But then you were thinking - which wasn’t good when you thought something was going to come back into your head. But with shaking hands, you texted Rich.

      [y/n]: what if its coming back.

      Rich immediately had responded. He knew the feeling all too well - Michael was his hook up for the soda as well, often getting a bottle passed to him during the school day.

      rich: fuck

      rich: text michael

      rich: get mtn dew red

      [y/n]: i have some but

      [y/n]: what if

      [y/n]: i don’t drink it.

      rich: [y/n]

      rich: don’t.

      [y/n]: what if i let it come back and it helps me this time?

      [y/n]: im tired of overthinking everything

      [y/n]: i dont want to deal with second guessing everything i do anymore

      rich: omw

      Not even an hour later, you had Rich sitting with you in your backyard as you stared down the fruity soda that sat between you two and the moonlight bathing you. At first Rich was pissed, silently fuming as you mutely sat across from him. But then the anger seemed to dissipate, and he slowly reached across the table - your hand flying out to grab the bottle before he stopped. And then he took your hand, running his thumb across your knuckles. His hand was warm. It was nice.

      “Look. I know.”

      You frowned.

      “It seems fucking easier. But... don’t.”

      “Rich?” You said softly. He knew the feeling. He knew the fucking feeling.

      “Just don’t!” He snapped, shoving the bottle to you. You unscrewed it and drank it, and then he left you alone.

      Rich told Michael after that. Since Rich couldn’t afford the drive to your house every time you had even the smallest inkling of the SQUIP coming back, even if he did understand the feeling because he felt the slight clawing at the back of his mind and the softest whisper of his name taunting him sometimes, Michael would come over and stay long enough to watch you drink the shit before leaving - or on rarer days, he’d linger around a bit longer. You weren’t sure why - you were pretty sure Michael hated you for what you did. Not that you blamed him, still. Usually he was quiet and seemed to watch you, taking in every movement, as if the SQUIP would come back anyhow and force you into doing anything-

      “What was it like?” He asked one January day. You chewed the inside of your cheek.

      “Like. What do you mean?”

      Michael frowned before shrugging “Having the-” He paused for a beat, slowly continuing, “a voice in your head.”

      “Like... being a puppet, kind of. I could not listen to it,” you trace circled around the bottle of soda, “but then it’d get pissed.”

      “Why’d you take it?”

      The moment you started picking at your nails, your hands jerked away, eyes shut as you waited for the pain to burst through your nerves. But it didn’t. “I thought it’d help me.”

      Michael didn’t ask anything else. You sort of thanked the world that he didn’t. You weren’t sure how you’d answer.

       Hell, sometimes you thought that maybe you didn’t even answer him honestly the first time. 

       Water splashed around your feet as you sulked home one day, your hood as far over your face as it could go, and your body fighting back a shiver as the wind seemed to penetrate right through you - the rain making everything worse. You wished you had a car. You wished you had a bike. Anything would be better than having to walk - even if it wasn’t too far of a walk. So you crossed your arms as tight to your chest, ignoring the fact you were probably losing homework because your bag was soaking wet and you’d probably get a nice string of zeroes to brighten your day.

       The sound of an engine caught your attention, as you finally look up to meet the red PT Cruiser that had just pulled over next to the sidewalk, the passenger side window rolling down as Jeremy looked over to Michael, who only shot you a gentle smile.

      “Need a ride?” Michael asked. You frowned. Before you could answer, Michael interrupted you, “just get in the car, [y/n].”

       So you did, your bag ending up shoved in the floor behind Michael’s seat. You didn’t speak, shuddering again. It’d be a miracle if you didn’t end up sick from this, honestly.

      “Why were you walking home in the rain?” Jeremy finally asked, peering into the rear-view mirror in an attempt to get a glimpse of you. 

      “I don’t drive.”

      “What about Rich?”

       You sort of sunk down, pulling the soaked hood down. “I didn’t wanna bother him. And he lives thirty minutes in the opposite direction of the school - I didn’t want him to deal with driving me home.” You searched your pockets for your keys. Fuck, did you forget them?

       The sound of your pats against your hoodie pocket, through your backpack - anything your keys might be - caught Michael’s attention. “You alright?”

      “Not really. I forgot my keys.” You paused, “fuck, my parents are at work.”

      “How long?”

      “Another few hours.”

       So you ended up at Michael’s house, wearing one of Michael’s shirts, copying the homework for the classes that you had with them. You’d buy more paper and shit later - work first.

       Fuck, your calculator was probably dead. You looked up to Michael and Jeremy. “Can... I borrow a calculator?”

       Jeremy held one out. For a second you didn’t question it, but then you remembered. Jeremy never had his calculator. So...

      “You, uh, left it. I was gonna give it back on Monday, but...”

       You genuinely managed to smile. “Thank you.”

       “Don’t mention it.”

       Luck was definitely not on your side. Saturday started off shitty - the feeling that something was off started to throw you. It was the feeling that you sort of knew that you were getting sick - the slight feeling that the world was dragging around you because you were sort of beginning to falter. The room felt too cold and then too warm and you just started feeling so fucking drowsy that you ended up lying in bed and skipping dinner because of it. You barely remembered texting Rich that you felt like shit - or was it Michael or Jeremy or- fuck if you remembered, you were asleep within minutes for once.

       The next morning - roughly 3 AM morning - you were in the bathroom and basically hating everything. At least it was Sunday. You didn’t have anywhere to go or anyone to see and you could sleep and maybe get through whatever the fuck you were stuck with. So you eventually trudged your way back into your room, face hot and head foggy with the clouds that a fever brought, and threw yourself back onto your bed and you did your best to sleep off what you could before your mother was in the room, waving you up. When you complained, she only clicked her tongue before pressing a hand to your forehead, tearing it away at the immense heat there before saying she’ll pick you up something while she and your father were getting groceries. You thanked her and promptly went back to sleep.

       The next time you woke up, it was because of Jeremy. You stared at the screen, blinking away the blurred vision of sleep as you flicked up the settings, lowering the brightness as much as you can - and even then, it was still too bright, damn it - before you grew aggravated and tossed your phone back onto the nightstand. Jeremy could wait.

       Hunger grasped at your stomach within hours, despite the nausea that washed over you. You ignored it, turned over, and wrapped blankets closer to you. You manage to stomach the medicine your mother brought you, and then you’re back to sleep.

       Monday. Right before lunch was when Jeremy and Michael both text you - a newly formed group chat awaiting you when you manage to push through your headache long enough to see what the hell they wanted. You squinted at the screen, making out too-bright text on the lowest brightness your phone would go, before scowling. Fuck this shit.

       michael: do either of you need anything

       Did neither of them realize you were sick as fuck? Then again, you hadn’t mentioned it, so...

       [y/n]: dude i’m sick

       michael: i know

       michael: jeremy wouldnt shut up about how ur presence apparently got him sick

       jeremy: im good

       [y/n]: jeremy how the fuck did i get you sick

       No response. You frowned.

       [y/n]: jeremy

       michael: he probably went back to sleep

       Lucky asshole.

       michael: do you need anything?

       michael: medicine? soup? anything?

       [y/n]: dude im sick

       [y/n]: i don’t want you getting sick

       michael: i can drop whatever outside ur house

       michael: that’s what i’m doing for jeremy

       [y/n]: idk soup or something would be great

       michael: k

       What did you do to deserve Michael’s kindness? During what would be your lunch break at school, you received a text from Michael telling you that he left some things for you outside your front door. You rolled out of bed, blanket draped over your shoulders as if you were a weary king looking over his kingdom, as you made your way outside to find a bag sitting right outside your door. You pull it from it’s spot, trekking back inside before stopping inside the kitchen. You opened the bag, finding a blue thermos sitting inside, a note attached with “wash the shit out of this (or burn it)” messily scrawled across it. Aside from that, there was a box of tissues - the quality kind. As in, not off-brand, but still nothing too fancy. You’d have to thank Michael a thousand times at least because, jesus, after everything he was still a sweetheart.

       When you texted him, he mentioned that it was his parents’ recipe and it always helped him whenever he was sick as fuck. He had asked them to make some for Jeremy and he “just happened” to bring an extra for you. Yeah. Right. An extra would be a small Tupperware container of soup - not a thermos full that was still warm to the touch. So you sort of smiled at the gesture.

       Tuesday rolled around after a day where you basically slept off everything - at least, until late in the morning. Your headache cleared slightly, you weren’t shaking of burning up every two seconds, and the dull ache that overtook you had lessened. You found your phone and decided to bother Jeremy and Michael.

       jeremy: fuck

       jeremy: being

       jeremy: sick

       From two hours ago.

       [y/n]: you alright dude

       Barely seconds passed before the bubble popped up.

       jeremy: no I’m dying

       [y/n]: are you any better tho?

       jeremy: kinda.

       [y/n]: thats good at least

       jeremy: you?

       [y/n]: not dying as much but still dying

       michael: look

       michael: i’m glad you two are feeling better

       michael: really, i am

       michael: but can you two not text this chat because gretch keeps glaring at me

       michael: it’s like he has a sixth sense for phones or some shit

       So you two moved your conversation for the sake of Michael. The conversation rolled over into how the two of you would have to make up so much fucking schoolwork. Eventually you asked to call him, eyes tired from staring at a dim screen that still felt too damn bright. He agreed. You were kind of happy to hear his voice, honestly - you hadn’t heard it in days. You sort of missed it, honestly.

       You fell asleep hours later feeling happy.

       Eventually it was Thuesday - or well, technically Friday. You felt weak and your hands were shaking and chills greeted you as you fumbled out of bed, tugging your hoodie closer to your shaking form as you made your way to the kitchen. The dull hum of the microwave kept you company at three in the morning, the edge of the counter bearing into your back as you shut your eyes, waiting, getting lost in the low whir that filled the kitchen. You shivered again, the droning feeling too personal, too close to you and not in the kitchen anymore.

      “[y/n]...”

       The sound of your name was soft, almost purred into your ear as your eyes snapped open. The chill that traveled down your spine was quick, and you winced at the mere thought that began to haunt you. No. No, no no, this wasn’t possible, was it? You were doing so well. You hadn’t needed Michael in weeks, and you didn’t even feel the ghost of a shock waving down your nerves or the phantom touch running over your skin. You were fine.

      “No.” You said, the word falling heavy through the air.

      “Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily, [y/n]?” The voice cooed. The sound of the rain pounding outside caught your attention, and the kitchen seemed to grow colder than it was before.

      You tore away from the counter, making your way to your room. You ignored the dull ache in your mind as you found Jeremy’s contact still open and you called him without an ounce of hesitation in every thought, every movement. 

      His voice was groggy, and he croaked when he spoke, your name interrupted by a yawn - “it’s three a-”

      “It’s back. Jeremy, it’s back,” you said, voice quivering as you felt fingers gently run over your own, the faint figure before you gently pulling your wrist away, lowering the cold surface of your phone away from your cheek. Part of you wanted to fight it, to bare your teeth and refuse to lie down and take this again. But then there was something within you, something weighing down your stomach as you realized that maybe this wouldn’t be like last time.

       The SQUIP ran their thumb over your hand, eyes frighteningly gentle. You watched as something about their figure began to flicker, glitching in and out. Their voice matched their appearance, wavering and jutting in and out in different pitches every so often, “you can fix me, [y/n]. Then I can do my job and we can get back to work.”

       You tore your hand back, quick to your feet. You left your room, clutching your phone in your hand. Jeremy had hung up - you didn’t blame him, he probably didn’t want anything to do with you now that the SQUIP was back and he was probably going to tell Rich or Michael or everyone he could about how you were a freak with a computer in your brain that just wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone.

       The frantic knocking at your door, kept light enough that it wouldn’t alert anyone too quickly jutted you out of your thoughts as you aimlessly searched for a solution mentally. You turned, undoing the lock and tearing the door open, and before you knew it, Jeremy Heere was in your house, soaking wet from the rain, and a cold plastic of a bottle of Mountain Dew Red was in your hands. He stared at you, shaking in the faint sliver of light from the kitchen, panting softly. Did he run here? Fuck, you knew you shouldn’t called him-

      “Drink it,” he said softly, “please.”

       You uncapped the bottle and it hissed at you, but you downed every drop. The sound akin to a computer shutting down greeted you as pain overtook you, and you winced. Nothing compared to what you faced the first time, but it was enough to make the bottle slip from your grip and enough that Jeremy’s hands were on you, keeping you standing and there. Your breathing evened out eventually, but Jeremy’s hands were still on you as you slowly looked up at him.

      “I’m sorry.”

      “You heard it.” He stared at you, “holy shit, you actually heard it, didn’t you?”

       You nodded slowly. Thunder clapped outside and you jumped, arms hugging close to yourself. Jeremy looked outside, staring at the rainfall. 

       It was your idea for him to change into one of the bigger, baggier shirts that you owned. He sat across from you, a towel hanging around his shoulders as he watched you eat. Neither of you spoke, only seeming to take in details in the silence. He was paler and the circles under his eyes were more pronounced and you had to wonder how he wasn’t sleeping when all you had wanted to do was sleep. He noticed how your hair was a mess, the tiredness in your eyes and weighing down every limb.

       Neither of you intended on falling asleep. Jeremy had stretched out over one side of your bed, his phone dully illuminating his features as he flipped through apps. But at some point one of you fell and then eventually did the other, and somehow through drowsy movements, you ended up with your head on his chest and his arm around you. For once you sort of felt secure, as if you didn’t live day to day with the small bubble of a thought in the back of your mind, reminding you of what you’d done and the risk of it returning. As if the world fell away around you two, even for a while.

       You woke up before Jeremy did - or at least, you thought you did. An hour earlier, Jeremy had woken up, the weight of you lying on him grasping his attention and sending the heat rushing to his cheeks as he immediately grew uncertain of what to do. This was new. Was he supposed to wake you up or just- fuck he didn’t want to because he wasn’t sure how much you’d actually slept and you seemed so panicked earlier and now you were peaceful and so at ease that he just wasn’t sure. So eventually he managed to fake sleeping when he felt you stirring on his chest. You propped yourself up, and the weight of you left him, and you yawned.

      “Jeremy?” You croaked, looking at him through drowsy eyes. You reached out, gently shaking him, “Jer?”

       He feigned waking up as well as he could, and apparently it was convincing enough since you didn’t question anything.

      “You should go home,” you said, “I mean, does your dad know you’re here?”

       Jeremy shrugged, “I mean... he’s my dad. He knows I’m... Heere.” The regret immediately shown as he looked away, “no, shit, sorry - that was terrible-”

       You snorted softly, your laugh being unexpected music to him. “You dork,” you said, “that was terrible!”

      “Do you wanna Heere another? I’ve heard ‘em all,” he said, chuckling softly. You’re smile was nice to see - like how the sun can be nice after days of rain or how the weekend is welcomed after days of stress and schoolwork.

      “Sorry but.... does that mean you’ve.... Heere-d them all?”

      He chuckled again, “y’know, I can’t say ‘here’ during roll in some of my classes.”

      You smiled again, “I noticed that!” 

      Then it struck you. 

      “Fuck, Jeremy, we’re gonna have so much work to make up.”

       Jeremy liked Christine. Jeremy knew he liked Christine. She was sweet and cute and sure he never really talked to her outside of the play except at a snack machine once, he liked her. He knew he liked her. Sure he probably would never have a chance with her because he could barely form sentences around her and he wasn’t really cool or charming like Jake Dillinger. Heck, Christine probably didn’t remember him, did she? He wasn’t sure - sometimes he swore she’d smile in his direction and there wasn’t anyone else around him so it had to be for him right? He liked Christine.

       ... So why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? He couldn’t stop staring at you as you laughed with Michael about some stupid meme he had found, and he couldn’t help the small twang of jealousy as Rich hooked an arm around your waist for a second. You and Rich seemed so damn close - you two weren’t dating, were you? No, you two couldn’t be. You would have told him, or Rich would have been there when you were sick or something, right? You would have. You were friends. Jeremy was your friend. You were his.

       ... His friend. You were friends and he didn’t stare at you and wonder what it’d be like to kiss you or anything. Totally not. He didn’t like it when you laughed at his dumb jokes and made dumb jokes in return, especially when he knew Michael would have elbowed him at the first joke before kicking his ass at video games. You always sat smushed against him, you and Michael sandwiching him in between you as you all tried to stay in front of the small TV. Normally Jeremy would have complained a bit more - but having you next to him didn’t seem so bad.

       You left his house early. Barely seconds after the door clicked shut, Michael jabbed at Jeremy with his elbow. Jeremy never really knew it - or rather, he probably never believed it since Michael was sure he told him before - but he was so obvious whenever he had feelings for literally anyone. He would always have the dopiest grin on his face whenever someone did literally anything, and it was true - Michael caught almost every time Jeremy looked over at you, your concentration blinding you from seeing it, but it veered his attention away from the game and he’d manage for a few seconds before Michael would accidentally shift enough that it’d bump Jeremy back into reality (or, once or twice, you). Jeremy practically had heart eyes every time he looked at you.

     “You like them.”

      “I don’t like [y/n]!” He said. Immediately a thread of regret plucked in his chest - he didn’t mean that, did he? Fuck, he really didn’t mean that - he liked you. He liked you like.. like...

      Damn it.

      Michael snored. You never really knew that he snored, but he did because you woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep because jeez, the boy was loud as fuck. He’d been sprawled out across the couch, blanket fallen down and the faint glow of the TV illuminating the room. Jeremy was on the floor, lying on his stomach, face buried in the crook of his arm. You kicked free from the blanket that was wound tightly around you, the armchair that you’d been settled in creaking as you pushed yourself out of it. The floor was freezing and you slightly winced at the sudden chill. Maybe you’d just get some water and then eventually sleep. Sleep always sounded decent.

     ... When you thought about it, you hadn’t really been having nightmares. At least, nothing you couldn’t handle. You rarely saw another face, and even then, it was only a glimpse of vague faces you were glad you couldn’t remember. Maybe it was because your phone ended up in your bed ninety percent of the time, your texts to Jeremy open and that was a soothing idea alone. You couldn’t complain - you hated waking up in the middle of the night, often too shaken to go back to sleep or just in that window that  meant sleep would make you late but you’d be too tired if you stayed up.

      You made your way through the near-silent room, and up the stairs. It felt like you’d alerted the whole house as you creaked the door open, causing you to tense at the sudden sound. You didn’t bother closing it as you made your way into the kitchen, flipping on the light and wincing at the sudden change. Cabinet after cabinet, you finally found the cups and walked over to the fridge. You pressed the cup under the little dispenser, pressing as you expected the flow of water to greet you.

      The crackle and growl of ice did instead. The cup slipped from your grasp as you jumped, the sound of it hitting the ground and spilling causing you to endlessly swear. Within the next few minutes, Jeremy was in the doorway.

     “Are you alright?” He asked, sounding too awake. You threw the few cubes into the sink, the clatter feeling a thousand times louder.

     “Couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged.

     “Was it the-” he cut off, tapping his temple softly, “because I know where Michael keeps his Mountain Dew Red-”

     “No! No, that wasn’t it,” you had mumbled, leaning against the counter, “Michael snores.”

      He chuckled, “thought that was just the dragon he kept down there.”

      What a dork. 

      He spoke again, his voice low. “Do you want to talk? I mean, we don’t have to but we’re both awake so-”

     “I’d like that.”

      So Jeremy and you wandered out to the front porch, the warm early summer air greeting you. You shook back a chill from the sudden change, before listening to the click of the porch light coming on, Jeremy swinging around the door as he nearly closes it all the way. You slide into one of the folding chairs, it creaking softly under the sudden weight. It was dead silent, the air slightly tense. So much for talking-

     “What was it like?” He asked, his words bold for once. He immediately realized what he said, “no, don’t - sorry, I didn’t-”

     “It’s fine. It was.... not pleasant,” you laughed softly. “God, fuck - not pleasant,” you mocked yourself, “it was terrible. Just.... there was this constant voice. I was never really alone,” you said, “and it’s just... not something I want to go back to.” Your hand was at your neck and the scarred flesh was rough against your fingers. “I was ordered around, basically. And it.... used someone that I like as a way to get me to do things.”

     Crickets chirped. You looked down.

     “Did... you really go through all of that for...”

     You had forgotten Jeremy knew everything. You nodded slowly.

     “I’m sorry-”

     “It wanted to control you too.” You said. You didn’t know why - it just sort of fell from your lips before you could process it. “It just... it’d said it ‘d make it’s job easier but you... I didn’t want it to make you like me or love me or anything.” You paused. “You didn’t deserve that. You deserved to be yourself.”

      Something about how gentle your words were plucked at Jeremy’s heartstrings. The way the light seemed to glisten in your eyes as you looked at him, every word heavy with meaning as you spoke. Your words replayed in his mind over and over: you deserved to be yourself.

      He deserved to be himself. You thought of him. And he could only sit there, lost in your eyes and just in the moment and he looked at your lips and he wasn’t sure whether he should go for it or whether it’d be shitty timing.

      So he didn’t go for it.

      “Would you have taken it?”

      Jeremy looked over at you, stretched across the foot of your bed. It’s been a week and Michael went off with his family somewhere which left the two of you to do whatever. You sat with the faint glow of your laptop illuminating your features, and the two of you had to wonder why you always ended up talking at night. Jeremy stared at you. It?

      “The SQUIP,” you clarified, your thumb running over the smooth edge of your laptop.

      He’s immediately taken aback, and the answer came easy, “of course not-”

      “I don’t mean now. I mean.... before you knew about it.”

      He paused. Oh. Oh. Before you. He exhaled, “I don’t know - maybe.”

     “You can say yes,” you said softly, shrugging.

      He slowly nodded. “I would. I mean... who wouldn’t?”

      Your voice seemed to crack as you spoke, “Rich said it’d help.”

      “[y/n]-”

       “He lived with that thing for two years.”

       Jeremy sat up. The air grew tense and quiet. “Why do you just let Michael keep the Mountain Dew Red?”

      “I don’t know,” you lied. Then you took it back, “I’m scared that it’s gonna take control. If it took control... at least Michael or you would be able to stop me. What if it just... destroyed all of it?”

       Your heart beat in your chest as Jeremy climbed into the spot next to you. His hand laid on yours, his thumb running across your knuckles. You slowly closed your laptop, the soft clap being the only noise between the two of you. For what felt like a welcomed eternity, Jeremy sat at your side, his hand warm on your own. You leaned against him, head resting on his shoulder. For once he wasn’t tense. His head rested against your own. For once it was just you and Jeremy and the soft hum of the AC. 

       And then he spoke, as if the words finally came to him over an eternity of thinking. “My, uh, mom once told me that... the loudest voice has to be yours. I mean, she meant it like... go out and be proud and go for what you want. Be loud and go for it or whatever. She said something about how things are gonna try to tear you down,” he paused, “and, uh... I don’t know but just... I think that maybe... the loudest voice in your head should be yours. And... And I know that it sounds hard but you’re so strong, [y/n] - I’m... kinda jealous of that.”

      “Jeremy?” 

      “I’m kinda jealous about how you’re just... You keep going.”

      “So do you-”

      “No.” He cut you off, “you dealt with so much shit and you’re still going and I’m jealous but... I love that about you. You just... you get this look in your eyes sometimes and it’s really... sweet, I guess, because you look so happy. And you made dumb jokes with me and it’s cute and I just... Fuck,” he mumbled, “sorry, just... can I just...”

      You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. His hands were at your jaw, cupping your face, and he nearly reveled in the feeling of your hands finding his shoulders, feeling as if he was going to melt at your mere touch. It was awkward and your foreheads bumped together but the thought jut it’s way into every moment that you were kissing Jeremy Heere. It felt like a dream, as awkward and sloppy as it was.

      It felt like a dream. 

     Jeremy could feel you grow tense, pulling away before resting his forehead against your own. He was warm. You grasped at his shirt, clutching onto what this little bit of reality felt like.

     You spoke softly. “You’re real... this is real, right Jer?”

      He pulled you into his arms, your face in his neck. His arms were warm around you and everything seemed to fade away around the two of you. You shut your eyes and relaxed, arms wrapped around Jeremy’s torso. Your warm breath tickled his skin and he seemed to pull you closer. For once you didn’t worry - you didn’t wonder about the computer in your brain buzzing back to life to pick and fret over every small detail, about the scars that traveled up your spine. Gone were the worries of fruity soda or homework or the upcoming senior year that you had dreaded before, even if only for a while. 

      For once, you felt in control.

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