#juniperscreek

[snakesimp]

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver / for jayyy <3 / @juniperscreek

the only sign of life beneath the blankets and pillows is a grunt, decidedly a broad no in response to whoever the hell is trying to wake him. jay knows who it is though, the only person bold enough to try it. “mm-mm,” he groans again, a hand appearing briefly from the mess to tug the comforter further over his head. “if nobody’s dead or dyin’, i got another thirty minutes left.” there’s a silent pause before the hand reaches out again, gropes around to curl around the back of her knee and tug her closer.

[snakesimp]

@juniperscreek /  [ nap ] sender falls asleep against receiver / again for jay bc soft :/

despite the roll of his eyes, jay’s a little shocked she hasn’t passed out sooner. it’s been a whirlwind of shit since she landed the internship in montreal, a whole lot of getting the car ready, her belongings ready, her studies ready. it’s all coming to a close and she’s leaving soon. shit, even he’s exhausted. tired enough to make even his crappy little couch comfortable. jay lets her stay leaned up onto his shoulder undisturbed, keeps his gaze on the bad rom com playing on the tv. he’s confident enough that juno’s really passed out to ask aloud, a murmur under his breath, “you sure you gotta leave for the summer?” and then, with a quirked smirk and a shrug of his head, entertaining a conversation with no one. “should just say fuck it and stay here.”

[snakesimp]

send “📞” to receive a drunk phone call from my muse / @juniperscreek

“fucking answer, oh my god,” jay groans, sufficiently annoyed after placing four rejected calls. “it could be a major emergency. i could by dying. the father of your child.” a pause and he snorts a laugh, still thoroughly tickled by the title. “i wanna come over there, but it’s apparently illegal to drive drunk, so, i dunno, you’re gonna have to come over here.”

there’s some stumbling, his bed creaks loudly. “you’re big as shit now, we should be staying together anyway. what if it’s a major emergency? the mother of my child.” mumbled now, yawning, more authentic. “kinda wild. you ever think about that?” as if it’s probably not the thing she thinks of most, as if it’s not the thing he thinks of most. “look, we’re gonna stick together ‘til it’s born, all right? we should stick together after, but you’re not gonna hear that, huh? not gonna hear me say i wanna take it home. yeaaah, i get that or whatever. you think i’m not the guy for it.” a humorless laugh, loud sigh. “i think i am. i know i could.” it’s quiet for a beat, seems like he went to sleep ‘til the bed squeaks alive again. “fuck it, i’m going over there. i’ll walk or whatever, see you in a bit.”

[snakesimp]

💍- our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else /  for jay ofc :’) / @juniperscreek​

you two look so perfect together. instinctively jay’s lip curls, eyes lifting to the moony waitress of the cafe. just another drop in the bucket of weirdness. they’d traded beers and parties for coffee and doctor appointments, now he’s being accused of dating the glowery girl across from him. they’ve truly entered bizarro world.

then an idea occurs. “it’s our anniversary,” jay preens, grabbing juno’s hand and bringing her knuckles to his lips. maybe if he gives enough of a show, the lovestruck waitress will hook them up with some free food. “and we just got wonderful news, didn’t we, honey?”

[snakesimp]

@juniperscreek /  [  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails / for darcy !!

“wow,” the cheerleader compliments, leaning over to assess juno’s work. “who knew you were capable of a decent manicure. and you haven’t been struck by lightning or anything. it’s a miracle.” the jabs are framed by a sweet smile, mostly in efforts not to have the manicure cut short and be left with only four painted nails. “hm, now what color am i gonna do on you...”

[snakesimp]

@juniperscreek " no, no, no, no. i'm just drunk… aAHHHHHH! " / for jay HSHH 

typically more hasty in reaction to juno’s characteristic clumsiness, jay’s at a disadvantage being a couple drinks in himself. they both go tumbling over a kink in the rug and he pivots to keep them from totally eating shit. knocks his hip into a hallway table, the vase on top smashing and scattering into a bunch of pieces on the cooper’s pristine wood flooring. “you’re just a tornado with blush on,” jay corrects through a ragged, only vaguely humored sigh.

“‘kay, we’re out of here,” he decides, doing his best to tug juno along. “shay’s never gonna invite my ass to her turn ups again.” as if she invited him in the first place. “y’know, starting to think you’re more trouble than me, juniper... oh my god, will you hurry up?”

[snakesimp]

@juniperscreek / [  study  ] sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study / spinner & juno

“dude, this is, like, latin to me right now.” spinner’s all furrowed brow and pessimism looking down into the book he’s supposed to be reporting on. eyes roll toward his backpack, chock full of homework he’s yet to complete. “and i still have actual latin to learn, too.” he really should have taken french. “and i’m starving.”

[snakesimp]

“When you’re attracted to someone, it just means that your subconscious is attracted to their subconscious, subconsciously.” / for jay lmaooo / @juniperscreek​

brow is furrowed in a mix of confusion and impatience. “-- are you trying to say you think i’m hot?” a beat and then the joker grin cracks his demeanor, eyes rolling. “call it whatever the fuck you want, juno. subconscious and all that... whatever, it’s just a real roundabout, noncommittal way of saying the real thing.” now his brows jump up on his forehead, matter-of-fact like. “when i’m attracted to someone, it means i think they’re fine. pretty simple.”