#wes high school story

[highschoolstoryliveson]

This is Chloe, my MC. She's full of spirit and creativity, wanting to be friends with everyone and to find her place in the world. Until she was about six years old, Chloe and her twin brother, Chase, bounced around the foster care system. None of their foster parents were bad, but she learned early on not to get attached. When they went to live with the McMannons, it became clear that this was her family. It wasn't even a year after the twins started living with them that they were adopted and brought into the family. Things were good for a while, but in high school Chloe was outed as trans to her entire school. Being in the south, things went downhill quickly. It didn't take long to decide that a move was in order, her parents finding jobs and a new house near a new school opening up.

Not long after the move, Chase got a chance to go on a year-long trip to Europe for an exchange program, leaving her to go through the new process alone.

Autumn is her best friend in the entire universe. She was actually the first person Chloe came out to at the school.

For a long time Chloe and Beckett dated, him taking her on the city romantic adventure. They date for a while, only breaking up when Chloe starts to run out of time to be a good partner. They parted on great terms, still being close friends.

She also dates Hannah for a while, but it was more of a fling than anything.

When Wes comes to the school, she's hesitant to trust him but makes it clear that she's willing to give him a chance. He starts calling her 'sunshine' sarcastically, but the nickname sticks. They don't actually get together for a while, since Wes and Autumn get back together for a period of time after he joins the school. It's months after the breakup that the two decide to give things a chance.

[stormyoceans]

CAN THEY KISS CAN THESE TWO JUST KISS CAN THEY PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KISS

[just-somedude]

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[cadybear420]

Is it just me or could this sprite totally pass as little kid Aiden?

[hsslilly-blog]

my friend and i dressed up as kallie and koh ❤️🧡🤍💖

[ghosttotheparty]

also on ao3

(cw: tics, bullying)

Eddie started shivering in seventh grade.

Even when it was hot, even when he was sweating and desperately wanted a non-rattly fan or a better air conditioner. They weren't normal shivers. He wasn't cold. But his shoulders would jerk or shake, or he would tremble for a second, and he didn't know what else it could have been. Others didn't question it for a while, because it started in October. Everyone was shivering. But by March, it hadn't stopped, and he had to explain himself when people gave him questioning looks or asked if he was okay. (Back when people cared.)

'S just a shiver, I'm fine.

He wasn't fine. It got worse over time. He got used to it, to the weird feeling that took over his body for a few seconds, got used to telling people he was cold, joking that he must be low on vitamins or iron, joking that in the future, someone is walking over his grave. But other people didn't get used to it. They thought he was weird. That was fine with him. Wayne realised something was wrong before Eddie started the tenth grade, because he wasn't just shivering anymore. His whole body was jerking sharply, suddenly, his shoulders drawing up, fists clenching. Eddie didn't question it. Wayne did.

It wasn't normal. But nothing about Eddie was normal. Wayne took him to see a doctor. The doctor make him do things, walk in a line, hold his arms out and push the doctor's hands away as hard as he could, follow a flashlight with his eyes without moving his head. It was all weird. It kind of scared Eddie. The doctor kept writing things in a notebook, and Eddie couldn't tell if he was doing well or not. But Wayne was there, watching and listening intently.

The doctor said he had tics. It sounded funny to Eddie, but then it wasn't funny, because the doctor didn't give him anything for it. He just said there wasn't anything really wrong with him. His brain just worked a little differently. (Which Eddie was already used to hearing.) That his tics could get better or go away as he got older, or they could get worse.

They got worse.

By the end of that summer, his arms were moving, flying over his head suddenly, randomly, and his head was jerking back so sharply it hurt. Wayne was worried about him getting whiplash. Eddie was worried about going to school.

That year, he became the freak.

At first, he tried to explain it to people. The movements were involuntary, he couldn't control them. Wayne contacted all his teachers, who mostly got it, but still preferred to make him sit in the hallway so he didn't distract the class. But the other students thought he was possessed, faking it for attention, and everything in between. They'd throw things at him, and complain to the teachers that he was distracting even when he wasn't moving, just to get him out of the room. They would mimic him, make fun of him, and by September, he learned that the tics get worse when he's upset. He could hear them all snickering and giggling as he shoved his hands under his legs and tucked his chin to his chest or held his shirt over his face, as he held his limbs tense so they wouldn't move, so tense he was exhausted and sore all the time, and then he'd go home and cry because he couldn't control his own body.

He'd have to sit on the sofa so when his head threw itself back, it would hit the back of the sofa instead of the wall, and Wayne would just wait, watching with that fucking sadness in his eyes that made Eddie ache even more. When it finally stopped, sometimes after a few minutes, sometimes after an hour or two, he was so exhausted he'd fall asleep right there on the sofa. He couldn't do his homework. His grades dropped even more, but he managed to keep himself afloat. He did the best he could, doing his homework early in the morning before school or in detention. (Some of his teachers thought he was faking. Mr Peterson was in charge of detention, and he was nice. Considerate. Eddie counted him as one of his few blessings.)

His tics got worse.

In December of his junior year, he started making noises. Short screams, grunts, quiet vocalizations. It scared him. He didn't want to go back to school, but he did. The laughter around him got louder, and he was sent out to the hallways more. He started skipping classes. He knew he'd be forced to leave anyway. So he'd sit in the boys' room, on top of a lidded toiler, his feet up on the stall door, and he'd leave cigarette burns on the walls.

Not everyone was awful. Some kids were just curious about him, asked why he acted the way he did, and he did his best to calmly explain it all. I can't help it, actually. It's just my brain works different. That turned into Eddie's brain's fucked. It's broken. He's a fucking--

So he used it. Eddie the Freak. Attention-seeking, desperate for people to notice him. So he started making devil horns, yelling from tabletops, making himself The Freak so no one could use it against him.

No one, not even Wayne, saw him cry at night, because the attention he got was never the attention he wanted. Because he was tired. So fucking tired. His limbs were sore and his voice was rough, and his neck hurt, and he was sick of being laughed at. But that was all he got.

He kept counting his blessings. Mr Peterson, who never minded Eddie's noises or the way his fists would bang against the table loudly in the silent room, who scolded the other detention-goers when they tried to tease. The Hellfire guys, who got used to his tics fairly quickly, and knew when to pause whatever they were doing if Eddie couldn't hear them over a scream or was distracted by his own body. That nice girl, Chrissy Cunningham, who would slip notes from the classes he missed or skipped into his locker or backpack with sweet smiles. (If Eddie wasn't gay, he would have fallen in love with her.) The other few students that ignored him when his tics acted up, just glancing and moving on. Wayne, bless his soul, who would come to the school to confront Eddie's teachers and complain to the principal about Eddie being mistreated by the staff.

And, oddly enough, Steve Harrington.

Eddie never saw it coming. It was a particularly bad day. He was at his locker, trying to line his books up, but a tic threw his hands up, and some books fell from his locker to the floor. He watched helplessly as papers scattered across the floor, as most students stepped around them, ignoring them, as some jocks trampled over them, over Chrissy's neat handwriting, his fists clenched at his sides. When they passed, he kneeled, picking up the books, and when he looked up, Steve Harrington was kneeling too, gathering the crumpled papers and carefully straightening them out.

He gave them to Eddie with a smile, and Eddie thought he might be dying, in some weird, upside-down dimension where Steve Harrington smiles at Eddie Munson. Eddie took them hesitantly, said thank you, and then he hit him.

He was mortified, almost dropping the papers again, jumping back as his whole body flushed with heat, staring at Steve's shoulder where his hand had just landed heavily, and he burst with a Fuck, I'm so sorry, oh my god--

But Steve had just laughed. Amazingly, it was a kind laugh, with sparkling eyes, and soft cheeks, and he said It's okay.

And then he was gone. Down the hall, after his friends, and Eddie realised his hands were trembling.

Steve kept smiling at him. Even when his friends were making fun of Eddie's Satanic cult, and of the way he couldn't keep still, and of his sad, broken brain. Even when Eddie's brain made him flip Steve off across the cafeteria, Steve saw how Eddie pulled his hand down sharply, and Steve just... laughed. Eddie fell in love with his laugh. It was kind, and it made Eddie feel better, even when he wanted to cry.

Steve graduated the next year. But he didn't leave Eddie alone. Eddie couldn't stop thinking about him, and his kind laugh, and his pretty eyes, and then the sheep Eddie adopted told him all about how cool and brave Steve was, and Eddie fell harder without even seeing him.

The world went to shit. But Eddie got to see Steve again.

Steve was still kind, even though the world was ending, and even during serious discussions, plan-making, how-to-save-the-world conversations, Eddie's tics kept going. His body jerked and shivered, and his head threw back, and his fists hit his own chest and shoulders, and he had to sit down. And Eddie found out that there are more kind people than he thought. When his tics slowed, Nancy wordlessly got him an ice pack to hold to his chest, and when he flung it across the room, Robin caught it with a casual oops, and brought it back to him. No one questioned him, or stared, or laughed, even though he knew how annoying he was.

When he woke up in the hospital, he hurt so badly he couldn't move. He just cried. Steve sat by his bed and held onto his hand. He was crying too. When Eddie stopped crying, Steve carefully slid his rings, clean of blood, onto his fingers.

This one goes here, right?

Yeah.

On the second day, his brain didn't care that he hurt. As Steve was telling him about what was going on with the others (Max was staying with the Sinclairs, Dustin's leg was almost healed), Eddie's hand smacked him across the face sharply, the sting of his rings bringing tears to his eyes before he even processed what happened. Steve wordlessly crawled onto the bed, carefully pulled Eddie against himself, and set a pillow over Eddie's lap for when his fists started hitting his legs. He'd just murmured those words, the first words he'd said to Eddie years ago.

It's okay. It's okay.

And he waited until Eddie's body fell lax against him before he carefully found Eddie's hand, laced their fingers, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Eddie was released from the hospital a few weeks later. He stayed in the Wheelers' basement for a few days until Steve's parents left town, for good this time, and then he moved into the Harrington house.

He likes it there. Steve is still kind. Always. He lets Eddie lay his head in his lap when his body hurts or won't stop moving, and he drags his fingers through his hair or holds a joint to his lips for him, and he smiles. (Eddie would go through the end of the world all over again for that smile.) When Eddie's head hits the wall while they're in the waiting room of the hospital for a checkup, Steve just shifts to face him and holds a hand up to the back of his head so his hand hits the wall instead, saying quietly that Eddie isn't allowed to beat his record number of concussions. He drives Eddie to Wayne's even though Eddie doesn't tic when he drives except for a few facial or vocal ones.

When Eddie whistles one night, Steve just smiles at him and says Was that a tic or are you hitting on me? and Eddie freezes, his face burning. Which would you prefer, pretty boy?

Steve kisses him.

And then Steve starts holding his hand even when he isn't having tics, even when they're with the Party. Eddie moves into Steve's room. (They always slept better when they accidentally fell asleep on the sofa together anyway.) Steve holds him when his tics are bad, and Eddie holds him during his migraines, pressing kisses as softly as he can to his forehead and his temples. Steve takes his hand when it moves to hit Eddie's face or chest. Eddie stands steady and holds Steve's hand to himself when he gets dizzy. Steve keeps ready-made ice packs in the freezer to hold to Eddie's chest and legs when they bruise from his fists. Eddie keeps his handwriting as neat as possible when he writes notes in case Steve forgets anything. When they wake up at night, breathless and sweaty and crying, the other is there, arms open, lips waiting.

One night Eddie says very softly, You know, they used to say my brain was broken.

Steve just says, Mine too.

[dragonsareawesome123]

Wait, so even bromance was too gay for them??? This show’s production is a WHOLE mess.

[youareinlove]

to be in love you have to fight to have the upper hand -> i took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now -> love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right -> love’s a game, wanna play -> was it over when she laid down on your couch, was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse -> baby, let the games begin -> you did a number on me, but honestly baby, who’s counting -> back when we were card sharks, playing games, i thought you were leading me on -> but then you called, showed your hand -> but you called my bluff and saw through all my tells -> my winless fight -> you have beaten my heart -> and you asked me to dance, but i said “dancing is a dangerous game” -> i didn’t know you were keeping count -> he runs because he loves me -> i can take the upper hand and touch your body -> and she's laughing, drawing aces -> hearts are hers for the breaking, there's escape in escaping -> the sign on your heart says it's still reserved for me -> we've been on a winning streak

[theprinceandthewitch]

Tbh... I don't think TOH should get a pass for it's shoddy plot just because some of the stuff that happens within the plot invokes an emotional response in people.

First of all, people react to concepts with varying degrees of emotional intensity based on what they like and/or their life experiences. Secondly, you can still create resonate moments with a good plot lmao.

There is no reason TOH should get a pass for making Belos a non threat for most of Season 1 just because people think x, y, z moment is wholesome or whatever.

[every-sanji]

[highschoolstoryliveson]

Insecure

With the weight of the world almost always on her back, Chloe only found a few moments of peace. While things were hard or busy most of the time, usually she could sit next to the fountain at the back of the courtyard and breathe. Today was different though. 

It wasn’t that she was mad at Koh for kissing Wes. She wasn’t even mad at Wes. She understood that they needed something to get Razor to come out, but that didn’t help the pit in her stomach or the hollow feeling in her chest. 

Chloe looked down at her dress and tights. One of the wallflowers had given it to her, and she loved the outfit. She rubbed the fabric of the dress between her fingers, trying to let the soft fabric distract her. It wasn’t working. 

She was startled when she noticed someone next to her. Koh was there, looking somewhat guilty. That was new. 

Putting on a bright and welcoming smile, Chloe turned to face her completely. “Oh! Koh! I didn’t see you there!” She said, “Did you need something?” 

Koh was quiet for a moment, not meeting Chloe’s eyes before looking up. “I guess I just wanted to say that it may have been a little… not cool to kiss Wes in front of you. If you don’t want to help me anymore, I get it.” Their teeth were gnashed together, and Chloe realized how hard that must’ve been. 

Chloe’s eyebrows shot up in concern, “No! That’s not it at all! I’m not mad at you, and I certainly don’t want to stop helping you.” she assured the girl next to her, repressing the urge to touch the other’s arm. 

Looking at her suspiciously, Koh turned a little more to face Chloe. “Oh. Well you shouldn’t be mad at Wes. I mean, yeah he’s hot and kissed me but-”

Before Koh could make Chloe feel any worse, she cut the rebel off, “I’m not mad at Wes either, Koh. I know he only did it to help out.”

Koh’s face dropped, then twisted in confusion, “Okay, well if you’re not mad at either of us, why are you here moping instead of helping out some loser who can’t solve their own problems?” they asked bluntly. 

“Well my friends aren’t losers, first of all.” Chloe stated. Koh just rolled her eyes and motioned for her to continue. “And I don’t know, really.” She looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Promise not to tell anyone?” She asked.

Koh raised her eyebrows, then nodded. Chloe took a deep breath before continuing. “I guess that when I saw you and Wes kissing, it looked kind of… right. You know? Like, you’re both big on ‘taking down the man’ and fighting for what you believe in. You’re both a bit shady, no offense, and you guys are tough as nails. Compared to you, I’m a big old marshmallow.”

“So, what? You think Wes is going to leave you for someone like me?” Koh asked. Chloe shook her head and thought for a moment, trying to find a way to explain how she was feeling. 

When she had an idea of what she wanted to say, she took a deep breath, “I don’t think Wes would ever leave me or cheat. He’s this amazing guy with this big heart under all of those layers of ‘tough mysterious dude’.” She let out a dreamy sigh, thinking of her boyfriend, “But look at us. I talk to everyone in the school and help out with anyone who needs it, so I never have time to go on big dates. And we’re not into the same stuff most of the time. Maybe it would be better if we broke things off, so that he could find someone like you.”

Koh thought on Chloe’s words for a moment, then smiled as an idea popped into their head. She grabbed Chloe’s wrist and dragged the confused girl to her motorcycle. 

“Where are we going?” Chloe asked, putting on the helmet Koh threw at her. 

“Trust me, okay Marshmallow?” Koh winked and hopped on the bike, letting Chloe climb into the sidecar. The ride to their house was short and pleasant. 

Both of them got off of the bike and Chloe let the other girl put it away. The house was a little older and run down, but it reminded Chloe of some of the foster houses she had been in before getting adopted by the McMannon’s. 

She followed Koh inside and followed her to Koh’s room. The walls were covered in posters and protest signs were scattered around. There were so many causes that she supported; Chloe suspected that Koh was just as busy as her sometimes. 

“Not that I’m not happy to be here, what are we doing at your house?” Chloe asked, tilting her head. 

Instead of a verbal answer, Koh threw a wad of clothes at her, pushing Chloe back onto the bed. “Change into this, then we’ll head back to the school.” 

“What are you planning?” Chloe asked, looking at the studded red leather jacket. 

“Well you think Wes would be happier with someone like me, right?” Chloe nodded, “But you don’t want to break up?” She shook her head. “So we’re meeting in the middle. I’ll help you dress and act more like a rebel, and you’ll see if Wes is happier with you that way.”

Chloe looked at them suspiciously, “Okay, but why are you doing this? I thought you didn’t like me?”

“Who said I didn’t like you? And that’s not the point. You’re doing something for me with the whole Razor thing, so I’ll help you with the whole Wes thing so we’re even.” She explained. 

“You don’t have to-”

Koh stomped to the door, “Just shut up and put on the clothes. Little Miss Perfect wouldn’t want to be late for school.” And with that, the door was slammed and Chloe was left alone. 

Quickly put on her new outfit, Chloe looked in Koh’s broken mirror. It was comfortable, she had to give it that. The boots were nice, and the jacket was cool, but it felt like she was wearing a costume. 

Stuffing her real clothes into her bag, she walked out to see Koh waiting. Looking Chloe up and down, they smirked, “Well if Wes isn’t into this, I certainly am.” Chloe blushed and Koh laughed, “Alright, let’s get back to the school.” 

Just as Koh pulled up to the school, the bell rang. Chloe climbed out of the sidecar and smiled at Koh, “Thanks for the makeover.” She said. 

Koh shrugged and left, leaving Chloe alone. The pink haired girl grabbed her bag and ran, not wanting to be late to art. 

She skidded in just as the bell rang, and all of the students turned to her when they heard the door closing.  Everyone’s eyes widened at her new ensemble and they stared as she quickly made her way to her seat next to Autumn. 

“This is certainly… new.” The artist pointed out, looking over Chloe. Chloe rubbed her arm, looking away. “It’s not that it looks bad! It’s just, you’ve never really worn something like this before.” Autumn backtracked. 

“I wore that dress during the poetry slam!” Chloe defended, then realized that she had only had access to that dress because it was in her mom’s old stuff from the eighties. 

“Like I said, it’s not bad. Just new. You kind of look like Koh.” She pointed out. Autumn then got back to her painting of Mia and Julian posing. It was so realistic that Chloe had thought it was a photo when she first saw it. 

The day went on very similarly. In cheer, Mia pointed out her distaste for the outfit but also admiration for the jacket. During band practice, Ezra called her a punk and Payton got excited about the idea of a makeover. 

By the end of the day Chloe didn’t want to talk to anyone, let alone go on a date. Usually seeing her boyfriend made her feel better, but she was scared. Scared that he would like this version of her better than the ‘old’ version. 

Wes was waiting by his car for her, so she had no real escape. Mentally she scolded herself for trying to escape anything. She was a strong woman who didn’t need to be afraid of her loving boyfriend. 

Wes’s eyebrows rose when he saw Chloe, but he didn’t say anything. He got into the driver's seat and smiled when Chloe climbed in. “So, where to? Tonight the drive in is playing some crappy horror movie from the sixties, or we could go get something to eat at the diner than stargaze at the hill.”

“The hill that just so happens to be nicknamed ‘makeout point’?” Chloe laughed at his blush. “You’re smart, but I’m always one step ahead.” She smiled. 

“Alright, you caught me, but who can help it? I just want to kiss my beautiful girlfriend.” He shrugged, turning the keys. 

Chloe leaned over and gave him a peck before putting her seatbelt on, “Well it’s going to be a beautiful night, so going to dinner then to the hill sounds like a perfect idea.” 

They drove to the local diner and ordered, Chloe sticking with her burger and strawberry milkshake while Wes tried something new. After the waitress left, Wes looked back at Chloe. “So, I like your jacket. This whole look, it’s… cool.”

Refusing to look up from her milkshake, Chloe bit her lip and hummed in acknowledgement, “You think so?”

Wes nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s new, for sure. I didn’t know that you owned something like that.”

Shrugging, Chloe looked down. “There are some things you don’t know about me.” She tried to tease. Even if her voice hadn’t come out strained and false, they both knew that it wasn’t true. 

Not knowing what was bothering her and not wanting to make things worse, Wes reached over the table to hold her hand. Watching her shoulders relax, he smiled as she slowly glanced up to meet his eyes. Things seemed to calm down a little, the two able to talk like normal. As always, they were there long after they finished their plates, 

Once he had paid and the two of them were back in his car, Wes absentmindedly flipped on the radio. When they hit the road an obnoxiously poppy song started blaring for the speakers. As he reached his hand for the switch, Chloe slapped Wes’s hand away from the dial with the first real smile she had given all day. “I love this song!” She defended. “Payton showed it to me!”

Singing along nearly over the radio, Wes couldn’t help his soft smile as he watched his girlfriend let loose. Her voice wasn’t awful, but it was clear that she was better suited for her fiddle. What made it amazing was that it was her. 

With the stars blanketing the sky and the area empty, both felt anticipation rising in their stomachs. Leaving the radio on, the two stepped out of the car and met back in front of the headlights. 

Smiling, Chloe stood on her toes to kiss her boyfriend. Gently he grabbed her arm and sat the two of them onto the hood of his car, the music from the radio pleasantly blowing through the wind outside. When she shifted herself closer to place her hands on his chest, Wes ran a hand slowly up her arm. 

Both of them were taken completely out of the moment when he yelped, pulling his hand back. There was a small scratch from where his hand had brushed one of the spikes on the shoulder, a small drop of blood falling between them. “Koh sharpens the spikes on her jacket.” He realized. 

Before he could say anything else, Chloe broke down into tears. For a moment Wes stilled, having no idea what he was supposed to do. He didn’t know why she was so upset. They had talked at length about him kissing Koh, and she really didn’t seem to be angry about that. “Woah, woah.” Gently, he grabbed her arms and pulled Chloe into a hug. “What’s wrong?” He asked, rubbing circles into her back. 

Through hiccups and sniffles, she explained everything. From the kiss to the impromptu makeover, Chloe told him about the insecurities running through her head. Before she could get too lost in her rant and start crying again, Wes cupped her face. “Sunshine, I love you. If you weren’t always helping other people or getting caught up in every mess that comes along, you wouldn’t be you.” A sly smile took over his features, “And besides, it doesn’t hurt that through you I have access to everyone in the school. Secrets are worth a lot, and I don’t know anyone that people trust more than you.” 

Rolling her eyes, the scoff she let out pulled Chloe out of her spiral. “Whatever.” She smiled, “as if I’m telling you anything anyone says to me in private.” 

Taking the red leather into his hands, Wes removed the jacket so he could pull Chloe back onto the car. She squealed and giggled as he practically dragged her down, “I have my ways of getting through to you.” 

Smiling, she kissed him again. She guessed he did.

[mattzerella-sticks]

So are the Big Bads of Junior Year going to be the Rat Grinders? AKA kids who leveled up 'the normal way' by doing a bunch of quests, grinding, taking on any enemy to get more powerful, but because of the 'luck' and 'opportunities' given to other kids (ie the Bad Kids) aren't being lauded or appreciated like they expected so they're taking it out on the Bad Kids, have taken advantage of it the summer they were gone, and are doing what they can to punish them for 'being rewarded despite failing at what's expected of them, despite actually saving the world'.

I wonder if all the members of Rat Grinders have classes that reflect those of the Bad Kids? We already know they have a rogue and a bard...

[astronicht]

I love reading fic where people back in 2006 tried to write AUs where Dr Stargate Atlantis Rodney McKay is a horror of a university professor, but fail to allow him to attain the batshit levels set by the guy who was merely my high school chemistry teacher.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Slowly realizing that I was taught twice as much about the bubonic plague than I was about the shoah. I feel like that's telling. We never learned anything about the shoah specifically, just that the axis and allied powers existed, that Pearl Harbor happened, and we won. Because those are, apparently, the only important parts of WWII

[cadybear420]

Aiden Zhou but he's been possessed by Redfield, edits by me

I still crave a HSS x ILITW crossover. Imagine Evie and the gang running into Aiden like this...

[lover-also-fighter-also]

MEET MY MC: JEREMY RIN

Tagging @cadybear420 @somerandomjewelleryonthefloor and the other HSS fans!

Hi everyone! As per the last poll, I have decided to do a HSS playthrough with my new OG: HSS MC, Jeremy.

He is half-Chinese and half-American, and follows both of his heritages. He is a tad-more fairer than what is shown in the sprite, and doesn't really have any toned muscles like what they show in the male sprites.

He is flirty, extroverted, humorous, literally the life of parties, and an all around people person. He is also extremely defensive of his friends. He would try to resolve conflicts by smooth-talking, but would not hesitate to use his fists when things get tense.

Before moving to Cedar Cove, he lived in Houston with his parents and his elder sister, Hazel. His mother passed away in a car crash when he was 14, which really broke him, considering he was much closer to her than he was to Scott. The same year, Hazel moved to college and very rarely came home, after which his mental health went spiraling down. It's also why sometimes Jeremy has trouble opening up when something is bothering him, and tends to hide his sadness behind humor. He and Scott both could not bear to live in the same house which held too many memories, and they both decided that moving away would be for the best, and they shift to Cedar Cove.

He is a really good dancer, and led his group towards state champions, but after his mother's death, it becomes really painful for him to continue it, because it reminded him too much of her and it takes a long time for him to get through that trauma. He takes up cheerleading, and was initially unsure of making the team, but the girls were really welcoming and he grows to love cheer. Additionally, he is also a huge motorcycle enthusiast, and he and Michael will definitely bond over that.

I'm planning on having his LI route be with Emma, and I'm definitely taking the slow burn route, cause I don't see him committing to a relationship quick, and I feel it makes more sense for Emma as well.

He is cisgender, but I haven't really decided on his sexuality yet. I'm considering he might be bi-curious, but haven't really come to a decision yet.

He did definitely have a girlfriend before, but they break up on good terms, because he felt he needed the space to deal with his mental health. They do stay good friends even afterwards, and stay in touch even after he moves to Cedar Cove.

His favorite accessory would be a sliver chain that his parents gifted him when he won his first dance championship, and once it gets small for him, he crafts it into a hand chain.