Me <3 (Taken with instagram)
First for Everything…
So, today, even with the morning events, has been a blast. Hung of with my friends, took more then a shot of straight up Vodak, and, best of all, I smoked weed and got fuckin high as shit. Cheated on my boyfriend. Even though I may be jumping from friend to friend for a few nights, I’m glad that I’m finaly free from my parents. Hmm…might go color my hair tomorrow. Haven’t done that in a fucking long time. Either Auburn or Lighter Brown :3 I got time <3 Night x3
New Chapter In My Life
Today, I finally took the initiative to finally tell my parents I couldn’t live with them anymore.
I came out to them and I left home. I’m not sure what to feel right now, but more then anything, I’m scared.
I’m scared of not having a.bed to rest my head on, or a home to call my own. I’m scared that everything will be lost and I’ll have nothing.
But I know everything happens for a reason and this needed to happen because it was something was already planned for me.
I know that whatever happens from here on out, I’ll be just fine.
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OMG
THIS IS THE BEST EVERYONE ELSE GO HOME
omg
john you’re making it really difficult for dave to act out this dramatic and romantic anime pin-against-wall gesture
(hint john is scared of dave in dis HIGHSCHOOL AU because he hangs out with the stocky dudes who use him as a punching bag))
bonus points to you if you get the reference i threw in here somewhere
WELP THIS IS WHAT I THINK WOULD COME NEXT
“Oh John, there you… are?” Jake English stares down the hallway at the scene before him: his best friend pinned up to the wall by one of the red jackets. Jake’s eyes are suddenly very hostile as he advances toward the blonde with clenched fists.
“Ohthankgod,” John whispers. His chest starts convulsing again with shallow, shaky breaths. Dave panics and smoothly tries to comfort the black-haired teen again.“Hey, no, wait. We just stopped this. The crying. Oh man, please. No tears.”
“What the hell did you do to him?”
“… Nothing,” Dave replies, letting go of John’s face and taking a step back.
“Bullshit.”
“Look, dude. I was just trying to talk to him and then he started crying. I don’t know what else-”
“Just get away from him,” Jake says flatly. He pushes Strider away from the cornered teen, placing his hands gently on his shoulders.
“John?” Jake looks at the boy for some sort of response, but his friend only continues to look down at the floor. Tears are still spilling over the brims of his eyes and down his cheeks. The senior glares daggers at the jock behind him. Turning around, Jake makes sure he’s completely in front of his friend to protect him, just in case.
“Dave Strider, is it?” The confronted blonde tries very hard to keep his poker face.
“Yes.”
“I suggest you and your buddies on the rugby team-”
“Football.”
“-stop harassing and abusing my friend here. I’ve got a permit for a .22 Long Rifle, and I’m quite sure that you senseless jocks wouldn’t exactly enjoy a run in with it.”
Dave’s eyebrows raise unironically behind his glasses.
“If I see you or any of your acquaintances anywhere near him, I swear I’ll-”
“Jake.” Both teens turn around to look at John. His eyes drift to Dave momentarily before focusing on his friend before him. The battered teen says nothing to him, just gives a knowing look. Jake sighs before facing Strider again.
“Come on, John,” are Jake’s final words as he takes the frazzled boy’s hand. He escorts him away from Strider with a dark glare. “Let’s get you home.”
—
“So, that’s a pretty snazzy jacket you got there,” Jake says as he walks with John to his old green Cressida. John weakly laughs, hiccuping and blubbering through his tears. The older teen smiles softly as he unlocks the trunk of his car, taking John’s backpack and putting it inside. He reaches to close it when he feels a warmth come up beside him.
“Thank you so much, Jake…” John wraps thin arms around said boy’s chest, burying his face in its warm safety. For a moment, the hugee has no idea what to do. John is hugging him. John.
“Of course,” he says after a few stunned seconds, turning to John so he can return the embrace properly. “Anytime.”kdngksngjksdg THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I WOULD WANT IT TO GO, JAKE COMING TO THE RESCUE OMFG YES YES YES PERFECTION IN A POST omg thank you so much….. god this is like the best day ever EVER oh my gosh this is so good
THIS IS SO GOOD IM GONNA DIE pls why wont they kiss fOR REALS IN CANON it’s all i ask out of life ad everythging YOU PEOPLE MAKE IT HARD FOR ME TO NOT SHIP DAVEJOHN AND JAKEJOHN
thank you so much everyone rea dthis
i know nobody is interested in these 40 minute sketches but i think in this GENERIC HIGHSCHOOL AU when they become buddies, this is basically how john and jake would spend their time together, just outside on the grass talking and stuff and enjoying eachothers company
(john would feel bad about taking jakes jacket so jake iNSISTS HE WEARS JOHNS HOODIE TO BE EVEN DESPITE IT CLEARLY BEING WAY TOO SMALL FOR HIM)
sorry i know i shota’d this the fuck up weeps
“How have things been this week so far?” John and Jake are underneath an oak on the grassy hill behind the town hall. John is sitting down with his back leaning on the tree trunk. Jake is lying down in the green grass beside him.
“It’s been good,” the sophomore says with a smile. “I got an A on my chemistry test from Tuesday, but uh… Rose really helped me out though, haha. She helped me study.” He looks over to Jake beaming, but is met by an unusually straight face.
“I meant, those guys still beating you up?”
“Oh…” John’s smile falters as looks up at the fading blue sky, with stars just beginning to peek out. Jake watches him pull in his knees, hooking his arms around them and twiddling his fingers.
“What happened?”
John presses his lips together tightly as his brows knit together. For a few minutes, neither teen says a thing.
“Y-you don’t have to tell me what they did, I just-“
“No, it’s fine. In all honesty, it wasn’t that bad,” John chuckles softly as his friend looks at him, face full of concern.
“John, anything they do to hurt you… Punching, tripping, name-calling… It’s all bad in my eyes. It hurts you and that hurts me.”
“It’s really nothing though!” the younger teen presses. Jake wants to say more but knows pushing John farther would be a bad idea. So instead he decides to watch the sky. He notices for the first time tonight how large and bright the moon is. Looking at John, he observes how the false light illuminates his features through the holes in the tree’s leaves. It isn’t the first time though that he notices how purely stunning the other boy looks. Jake rolls onto his side, propping himself up with his left elbow.
“I don’t understand why they treat you like they do though. It truly and utterly mystifies me,” he says, carefully choosing his words. John says nothing; he gives a tiny incoherent mumble, but he won’t look at him. With a small sigh, Jake pushes himself all the way up to wrap his arms around the boy and give him a peck on the cheek.
!!!!!!!!!!!!11! OH MY GOSH AM I FUCKING LUCKY OR WHAT oh my gosh this is so adorable adnglsgsg I MADE A REALLY WEIRD INCOHERENT NOISE WHEN JAKE PECKED HIS CHEEK OMG i have literally no dignity left within me but i really dont care
oh my gosh you are a very good writer i love you sgjnsdjg thank you so much…. nsdjkg I DOTN KNOW WHAT TO SAY I FUCKING LOVE WINDICUFFSFS
anonymous asked zeborah: More JakeJohn…? Please oh merciful JakeJohn Princess, please spare us your precious time! D:>
i’ve actually been promoted to jakejohn queen but it’s ok, I FORGIVE
johns got some bitchin ass shota legs goin on there
(ngl i left them so skinny just so i could say that)
