Artist: The Ready Set
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Give Me Your Hand (Best Song Ever) - The Ready Set
I’ve gotta record on the table and I think it’s gonna gonna make you wanna let go an opportunity to get a little wild baby can I get a smile..
“ no, not until we get home. ”
secret relationships. // accepting.
the whine that josh makes is desperate. he wants nothing more than to kiss mike, right then and there, but there are people around, and he knows exactly what mike is thinking. so he sits, and pouts, crossing his arms over his chest as he averts his attention away.
❛ fine –––– ❜
“When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.”
concerned noises. // accepting.
it’s not hard for him to fall into a slump. everything is exhausting most days, and it takes so much effort for him to even get out of bed to get something to eat. he doesn’t want to do anything but sleep and take his mind off of the overwhelming sense of dread he feels. hannah checks on him, beth makes sure that he takes his meds. but that’s the most he’s able to tolerate most of the time. so, when mike comes barging into his room at eleven in the morning, josh isn’t pleased.
❛ a few days. and keep them closed. i’m trying to sleep here, buddy. ❜
kiss + 15
kissy time. // selectively accepting.
number fifteen. a kiss because you missed them.
it’s been two years since hannah and beth went missing. and a year since josh had thrown the prank of his own. though having been saved from the mountain, getting rescued before he could become one of those monsters, josh hadn’t seen anyone. he’s isolated himself from them, guilt eating away at him for months on end. he ignored their calls. he didn’t answer the door when they knocked. it was better to distance himself –––– he didn’t want to hurt them again. but then it’s three in the morning, and there’s knocking on his door, and he knows he shouldn’t answer it. but he can’t sleep in the dark anymore, not after seeing what he did on the mountain. the knocking should scare him. hell, it really does. but as he approaches the door, baseball bat in hand, he’s able to see a figure, a human figure, standing outside. wendigo’s don’t knock, idiot. he knows who it is automatically.
josh opens the front door, slowly, glancing up to meet mike’s gaze. there’s absolute silence between them, but something inside of them must have snapped at the same time. because a split second later, they’re reaching towards each other. lips meet, fingers get tangled in locks of hair. it’s tense and frantic and goddamn perfect, and josh is pouring everything he can into it mike backs him against the doorframe, fingers gripping onto the edge of josh’s shirt, and the washington could have melted right then and there.
❛ miss you so much –––– ❜
❛ –––– i know, ❜
kissy time. // selectively accepting.
their make-out sessions were never this gentle. they were heated, frantic, quick and to the point, the worry of getting caught always in the back of their minds. but the way mike is kissing him now, like he’s precious, like he’s something fragile, it catches him off guard, and makes him weak at the knees.
josh let’s out a small whimper, arms curling around mike’s neck, eyes fluttering shut in a moment of pure bliss. fingers tangle in hair, tug lightly at the dark strands. he only pulls away when it becomes to much, his heart beating so fast that he fears it will explode out of his chest. he opens his eyes, biting on his bottom lip, only a bit out of breath. he can’t think of what to say, so he simply settles for pressing a soft kiss to the side of mike’s neck.
“I’m way too drunk to be driving, so I was gonna walk home– stay on the phone with me, okay?”
i need you. // selectively accepting.
❛ jesus christ, you’re walking home ?! ❜
❛ it’s three in the morning, mike ! do you just want me to pick you up ? ❜
“All the time did was make me realize that you’re supposed to be with me.”
i need you. // selectively accepting.
a blank stare, before josh is snorting, turning his head away from mike and taking a sip of his coffee. why did he even agree to meet with mike ? did the other really think he was going to take him back, after everything he did to hannah ? no, okay. he was done. he was fucking done with mike.
❛ you know, for class president, you’re a fucking idiot. ❜ it comes out a bit harsher than he wanted, but whatever. it gets his point across. he grips onto the edge of his cup, fingers tapping against it rapidly. ❛ hannah and beth went missing. because of something that you did. you ruined any chance we had with that ! hell, we never even had a chance at all ! this ? this was never going to work out, mike. you know that. i know that. ❜ he stands, shrugging his coat on and throwing his hood over his head. he hurt you. hurt him just as bad.
❛ do me a favor, yeah ? don’t. fucking. contact. me. again. ❜
“You could call be at any time and I’d drop anything if you needed me.”
i need you. // selectively accepting.
he’s lying to you. he’s lying, josh, you know that.
shut up.
enjoy this while it lasts, because it won’t be for long. he’s using you.
you’re wrong.
you think he actually wants you ? he won’t even tell anyone !
but..
he’ll hurt you. you’ll see.
a nod of the head. josh presses his lips together in a thin line, resting his forehead gently against mike’s shoulder. ❛ you’ll always be here ? ❜ his voice is hardly over that of a whisper, thick with tears. fingers grip tightly onto mike’s shirt as he tries to calm himself down. no, mike would always be here. and mike would never do anything to hurt him –––– right ?
So, I met a boy.
I met a boy when he asked to borrow my lighter even though he had one, anyway.I met a boy with irises akin to liquid gold and honey;
Who doesn’t think his eyes are pretty but I can’t think of anything more spectacular.I met a boy who let me borrow his T-shirt;
Who says he trusts me.
I met a boy who bought me five dollar wine;
Who called me strong.I met a boy with thick, dark hair;
A burning gaze, soft skin.
Strong, capable arms;
Captivating presence.I met a boy.
I met a boy.
Shit.
This is bad.
[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.
random situation meme. // accepting.
❛ –––– great. ❜
if his pacing makes it seem like he’s uncomfortable, borderline nervous, well, it’s because he fucking is. he’s never been good with confined spaces –––– hands shake and lips tremble whenever he’s in an elevator, period. so this ? this is pure hell, and being in here with mike only makes it slightly better. hardly. ( he could be stuck with jess, and she had a habit of talking his ear off. )
❛ this is it. end me. please, i’m gonna fucking die in here. ❜
leave it to the pros, bros!
you all got my name!
right? how does it feel? do you enjoy feeling terrorized? humiliated? i mean, panicked? all those emotions that my sisters got to feel once one year ago! only guess what? they didn't get to laugh it off! no! nope! no no no! they're gone!REGULATIONS
oh sure. i'm totally just crying out for help. "help me! oh help me! help help." come on! come on! it was just for fun! i mean, so you got a little bit of egg on your face, right? nobody got hurt--
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howdy! my name is rowan, but you can call me rowie. i'm eighteen years old, a second semester full-time freshman, who has two current jobs! this blog is going to have extremely spotty activity, so if you could be patient, that would be awesome!following + unfollowing
this blog is extremely private & selective. because of this, i am very particular on who i decide to and not follow back. 99% of the time, it has nothing to do with you or your writing. i simply like having a calm dash, and following too many people brings up a bit of anxiety for me. I WILL ONLY BE ROLEPLAYING WITH MUTUALS. in terms of unfollowing, i may do so for a few reasons. if you don't cut your posts, if we're in a mutual and you unfollow me first, or if you send hate to me or one of my friends/vague about us (this may also result in a block). on ocassion, i might unfollow for untagged nsfw images, but that's very rare. on a slightly related note, i am open to mains & exclusives! just im me and we can totally talk about it!other important things.
shipping is not my top priority, nor is it josh's. but, ngl, i am totally a sucker for ships as long as they have chemistry. i'm also totally fine with shipping josh with oc's, should the chemistry ever be there! although this blog is multi-ship, it should be mentioned that the only chris i will be shipping josh with is thecochiise. please respect this ! and, please, don't godmod my muse. i won't godmod yours. it's really just rude as #heck. there will be HEAVY TRIGGERS on this blog. they include, but are not limited to, blood, gore, cannibalism, murder, mental illness, suicide, and sexual content. all triggers will be tagged as "[trigger] //". if i ever forget to tag something for you, just let me know and i will do so automatically! i want everyone to feel comfortable. and that's pretty much it! this isn't necessary, especially if you feel uncomfortable about passwords, but if you could send your favorite joke or pun into my ask, i would really appreciate it! it just lets me know that you read my rules, and they make me laugh a lot. but, like i said, it totally isn't necessary! thanks for taking the time to read my rules!verses
- MAIN.
- AU.
- GROUP.
crying out for help.
default verse. takes place anywhere between chapter one and chapter two of until dawn. he's isolated himself away from his "friends" after the disappearnce of his sisters, but that doesn't mean he's not planning anything.
who is in control?
takes place approximately three weeks after the events of until dawn. josh has been found, but he's not –––– he's not quite josh, anymore. his teeth are sharp and his eyes are dim, and he's craving the taste of raw meat. he's not quite a wendigo, but he's not human, either.-
turned into a monster.
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