#jeremiah005

[scthcartcr]

@jeremiahthcne​

They’d taken a day to head out of town with some of the Prospects, testing them out and seeing how they did. It wasn’t a long or treacherous day, it was just a day in which you could see the good and see the bad. Some of them had done well and they would be rewarded for that, a small get-together arranged at the Clubhouse with a few Sirens to play around with. Those that didn’t do well, they’d be the clean-up crew following the party they were so privileged to attend. Riding back into town with a crew flanking behind him, Seth led the way to the Clubhouse, slowly leaving his bike and waiting around for the crew to go inside but Jeremiah catches Seth’s eye before they head in. “Didn’t want to claw my eyes out this time— least that’s a fuckin’ step in the right direction. Was gettin’ worried there for a minute that we weren’t turnin’ this shit around,” Seth says, casually, putting his helmet on his bike before turning back to Jer. “Think there might be some hope yet but I ain’t holdin’ my breath, huh?”

[izzyrojas]

@jeremiahthcne​

Weeks. It’d been weeks that Jeremiah and Isobella had been on the outs and admittedly, it was her fault. She’d been having trouble coping with the idea that Jer and Izzy were really over after nearly ten years on and off. It was rough to think about even now but she knew that Gen was for the best for Jer. She could give him all the things that Izzy wasn’t sure that she could give him: a family, a good wife, a companion, and all the other things that Izzy wasn’t ready for when she was. She’d thought she’d be ready for something like that with him but it ended up being futile, considering she missed her chance and she couldn’t blame him for not waiting anymore for her. So, it was time to suck up her pride and stop being a vengeful bitch to the man that at one point had been her friend, first and foremost. Things could be better again and she could have her friend back, if only she could stop her heart from gushing all over the place. 

Given, she’d gone on a date with Cas and she’d found herself in his bed (as well as a few others) since their last encounter and she figured maybe that would mean it would hurt a little less. Drugs had come to mind too, in order to numb the pain. But she never went for it, knowing Ryder would set the town on fire if she did. Admittedly, keeping distance had helped and considering she can’t ask him to go somewhere for the next six months, she’d have to deal with the promise of one day stumbling upon Jer and Gen together (which didn’t sit well during Valentine’s Day), something she’s never looking forward to. However, the shop seemed neutral and seemed like somewhere that they could chat, even if the memory of him laying her down on his desk seems to be burned in her brain. Izzy knocked lightly on the open door frame, leaning into the door, opposing hip popped out, and a timid smile on her features. “Hey, baby,” she greets him. Izzy licks her lips and rubs them together before speaking. “Thought I’d stop by, if that’s okay?”

[angelway]

Status: closed @jeremiahthcne​

Location: Thane Autoshop

Hair pulled back into a mess of a bun on top of her head, Angel crouches down in front of her newly resurrected bike. There’s just one more piece that has to go into place before all this hard work is done, and - there. After weeks and weeks of hands on learning, fucking up, and trying again with Jeremiah’s help, the bike is finally done. Her bike, the one she rebuilt piece by piece from the ground up. Proud and a little exhausted, Angel lets out a laugh of disbelief, throwing her hands up in the air. She rolls down onto her back, stretching out on the floor of the garage. The two of them are alone, the shop closing about an hour prior and leaving them with the setting sun. “Hand me a beer,” She tells Jer, tilting her head back a little to look at him with a smile that exudes just how proud of herself she is.