#ghostinhumanshape

[xgoldheartcoldhandsx]

@ghostinhumanshape

he had been floating in and out of every room all night, translucent among the others throwing their heads back in laughter. he remained hushed, focused on anything other than their friends gathered in the downstairs of his parents’ mansion. just a distraction. her eyes were trained on him, every move he made beckoning her closer and closer. still, she could never get close enough - he would disappear within the minute, quietly and undisturbed. jessica wondered if anybody else noticed his absence.

she watched him turn the corner and slowly creep up the stairs, a ghost. her fingers gripped the can of beer she held in her hand tighter as she thought about what he needed the distraction from. it was their fault. everybody’s fault but his, yet he was the only one still suffering. the group of friends had moved on from the.. incident, the names of the washington sisters never passed between them. her stomach turned, guilt ebbing like waves through her body. she would never admit to the guilt, though. not yet. hannah should’ve known how to take a joke and… and beth shouldn’t have followed her out into the cold like that. at least, that’s what she and everybody else told themselves. her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle hand on her shoulder and concerned brown eyes looking into her own. “jess, are you okay? you seem kinda out of it.” michael leaned down closer to her face. “if you need to get away from all this, we definitely can.. there’s a guest room upstairs, i know josh wouldn’t mind.” he flashed her a brief smile. how flattering. “as much as i would love to,” she answered, covering his hand with her own, “i actually have to go to the little girl’s room. if you don’t mind..” she pushed past him and vanished up the stairs, turning the corners of long hallways until she was face to face with his bedroom door. josh. she raised a fist to knock. did he even want her company? he hadn’t spoken a word to her all night, for the few minutes he had stuck around. she huffed as annoyance started to creep up on her. what was his deal anyway? a stupid question. she knew, but.. she huffed again, a groan escaping from her lips this time . what was wrong with her? why so concerned for joshua washington? jessica lowered her hand to open his door and peeked in, her voice barely above a whisper. “joshy.. josh.. can i come in, pretty please?”

[fatestricken]

@ghostinhumanshape​   asked    :    [    INVITE    ]    (    for   dessie   👀    )

sexual   tension   prompts . status    :    accepting .

                    dessie   is   pretty   sure   that   she   knows   what   josh   is   up   to .     she   appreciates   the   seduction   scene   ,   actually   ,   and   she   has   to   admit   that   it’s   working   on   her .     her   head   tilts   ever   so   slightly   ,   bright   blue   hues   shimmering   in   the   light   as   she   looks   over   at   him   with   a   subtle   little   smirk .     silently   ,   she   follows   him   into   the   empty   room   and   takes   the   liberty   of   closing    (    and   locking    )    the   door   behind   them .     turns   to   face   him   ,   back   up   against   the   door   as   her   smirk   grows   into   a   full   blown   grin .     she   is   obviously   quite   interested   in   him   ,   as   well   as   curious   as   to   what   he’s   got   up   his   sleeve   ,    ❛   it   seems   like   you’re   trying   to   seduce   me .   ❜    dessie   hums   teasingly   ,   a   knowing   look   within   her   eyes   ,    ❛   am   i   right   ?   ❜

[chrmatiica-moved]

@ghostinhumanshape​  ;      ‘ you  ready  to  hit  the  stores  once  all  the  leftover  candy  gets  discounted? ’  /  meme : accepting.

     “     IS  THAT  A  REQUEST  FOR  THE  SHOPPING  LIST?      ”     sam  asked  with  a  smile  as  she  looked  over  at  him.      they  were  getting  used  to  their  new  living  arrangements,  a  cute  little  apartment  that  they  were  sharing  together,  a  nice  quiet  place  for  josh  to  have  space  from  his  parents  and  she  was  there  to  help  keep  him  grounded  whenever  he  felt  things  were  getting  out  of  control,  she  was  close  to  her  college  where  she  was  studying  veterinary  science  and  she  was  happy  to  be  able  to  move  forward  with  her  life  and  help  josh  move  forward  with  his,     “      you  better  come  with  me  and  get  all  of  this  candy,  i  don’t  want  to  look  like  the  depressed  girl  who  cares  too  much  about  not  having  a  date  on  valentines.      but  i  am  perfectly  happy  to  help  you  eat  all  of  it,     ”

[judesowndaughter]

| starter for @ghostinhumanshape |            Fluorescent lamps cast red paper hearts in waxy sheen. Every available inch of the dorms is festooned with Valentine’s-themed garlands, stray balloons, and ceiling decorations: an RA’s worst nightmare. But this is an arts college---self-expression reigns supreme, so students are free to deface the dormitory as they please. Kate’s stomach twists with every corner turned, a labyrinth of pinks and purples and reds pasted to the wall, crusting over drab white paint. It’s obscene.       The world keeps turning on its axis of apathy, students flitting like mayflies to the next major holiday completely unaware of two missing girls. The upwelling of goodwill has long since dried up, the tragedy of a friend of a friend too distant to really matter beyond the scope of a few hours. Soft clunk of snack food hitting the bottom of the vending machine. Crackling of plastic bag ripped open, and a basic animal curiosity forces Kate to look behind her. Some hungry student rummages around the inside of the bag for food, wolfing down the contents. Kate freezes like a deer in the headlights; cutesy bubble lettering impressed on the bag reads off Hannah’s favorite snack. Kate has to bite her tongue to keep composed.       Smartphone screen blazes to life as gray banner blares Josh’s last text. Wool scarf itches her chin as gloved fingers clunkily type ‘ am outside dorm ’. The cold wet air drapes heavily over exposed skin the second she steps outside, the campus blanketed by snow. Lungs tie Kate down with the force of two lead weights, anxiety seizing stuttering breaths. Kate’s pressing rewind in her mind, struggling to glean what she can from 3 AM conversations absent Josh’s tone and expression---tragedy and texts never mix. Reading through their chatlog is almost criminally cliche: two little rich kids trying to finesse their way out of fear. Beth would call bullshit and slap some sense into the both of them; that’s what siblings are for.       But Beth isn’t here, so Kate has to pick up the slack.       The campus suffers no shortage of people, but Kate can pick Josh out of a crowd any day. Treads of her boots skid a little on icy pavement, but Kate finds her footing to run up and greet Josh. More child than woman, Mark’s prior chiding brushes her conscience, but she can’t bother to feel self-conscious. It’s not fair to pretend in front of family.          ❝ Josh! ❞  she calls, lump forming in her throat from the sight of him. It’s premature---she doesn’t ask, and maybe that’s selfish of her---but she can’t help but wrap Josh up into a hug. For him, for him, is her justification, ear pressed against his chest to listen to his heart. The top of her head can’t clear his shoulders, and her arms too skinny for a bear hug; it’s an absurd, messy picture she’s painted. But it’s real, it’s warm, it’s alive.        ❝ Hey, ❞  Kate mumbles into the mass of clothing and brother all mixed together,  ❝ Hi. Hello. Hi. I missed you. Poutine doesn’t taste the same when you’re not around. ❞       It’s stupid, so stupid. But somebody has to reassure him that he still has one dumb, sappy sister to pester.

[kiincaidarchived]

‘  they  say  girls  with  daddy  issues  are  really  good  in  bed .  ’ /lol i hate him

    WAS  THERE  REALLY  ANY  TRUTH  TO  A  STATEMENT  LIKE  THAT?     was  her  sexual  prowess  really  down  to  the  fact  that  she  had  a  fucked  up  relationship  with  her  father?     she  highly  doubted  it.     her  skill  came  from  a  lot  of  practice  and  a  love  of  taking  control.     she  didn’t  fake  anything  and  she  is  never  too  scared  to  let  a  partner  know  just  how  disappointed  she  is,  just  like  she  would  never  be  too  ashamed  to  tell  them  how  turned  on  she  is  if  things  are  going  well.     what  could  she  say?     angela  price  never  settled  for  anything  other  than  the  best.

    AND  FUCK  DID  SHE  WANT  TO  SHOW  HIM  JUST  GOOD  SHE  REALLY  WAS.     she  would  give  anything  to  have  at  least  one  night  to  show  josh  washington  how  real  women  fucked,  no  more  dumb  girls  from  hollywood  trying  to  impress  him  in  hopes  of  getting  cast.     she  didn’t  want  anything  from  him,  didn’t  want  a  part  in  a  film,  didn’t  need  him  to  help  her  breakthrough  into  anything.     yes,  they  were  working  together,  hence  why  she  hadn’t  already  attempted  to  get  him  into  her  bed  but  the  more  time  they  spent  together,  the  more  flirty  looks  and  the  more  drinks  shared  at  a  bar  that  she  had  picked,  the  more  she  realised  that  she  would  do  anything  to  attempt  to  have  a  professional  and  a  sexual  relationship  with  him.

    SMIRK  PULLS  AT  HER  LIPS  AS  SHE  LEANS  FORWARD,     elbows  rest  on  the  table,  one  leg  across  the  other,  finger  moving  over  the  rim  of  her  glass  as  eyes  look  over  him,  tongue  darting  across  her  lips,    “     and  what?     you’ve  been  imagining  what  i’d  be  like  in  bed?     seeing  as  i’m  the  poster  child  for  all  things     DADDY  ISSUES     ,  is  it  keeping  you  up  at  night  just  wondering  what  exactly  i’d  do  to  you?    ”     her  voice  was  soft,  teasing,  she  knew  exactly  what  she  was.     most  girls  would  have  gone  with  the  denial  route,  trying  to  claim  they  didn’t  have  daddy  issues  but  what  was  the  point  in  denial?     plus  angela  price  wasn’t  like  most  girls.     eyes  not  leaving  his  as  she  picks  up  her  drink,  downing  the  rest  of  the  glass  and  placing  it  back  down,    “     and  do  you  know  what  they  say  about  men  with  daddy  issues?     that  all  they  really  want  is  to  be  taken  control  of  and  shown  a  really  good  time,  or  with  me,  the  best  night  of  their  fucking  life       .     .     .     do  you  think  you  could  handle  it,  mr  washington?    ”

  meme  that  got  lost  //  @ghostinhumanshape  

[sleepcrhit]

RELATIONSHIP AESTHETIC: Josh Washington & Ashley Brown (  @ghostinhumanshape )

[tosavcyou]

@ghostinhumanshape​ / cont. from here

[ text; joshy ] the rest of the bottle took care of that. [ text; joshy ] i’m beginning to think inviting you over to have the rest was a better idea.  [ text; joshy ] come over. i have more.

[roseguided-a]

           ❝ NO TOTALLY, HE WAS A . . ❞  words halt momentarily as another person walks into the kitchen, making eyes lift from messing with the drinks to the one who entered.  sam was a NEW friend of hannah’s, one who had just earned the privilege to be seen with outside of school━seems as if, as she hoped, their friendship had advanced && developed enough for hannah to see her worthy enough to meet her parents, see her brother she always griped about but, sam had never actually SEEN him in person.  ❝ who’s this hannah? ❞ wondered sam a loud, a soft smile already pulling at the corners of her mouth in a attempt to seem friendly. a curious brow arches, mossy green hues focus on him alone for only a moment before her attention is turned toward the oven where a timer beeps annoyingly.  turning away from the mysterious male, although she assumed it to be the BROTHER she’s heard of, feet carry her around the counter, toward the oven where she bends forward with a oven mitten in grasp  ;  placing the cooked pizza onto the counter, a hiss of pain leaves lips suddenly as the heat seeps through the mitten && onto her skin.  ❝ shit, that’s hot━❞ commented sam more to herself before attention is turned toward the other who had yet to be NAMED.  ❝ i’m uh, i’m samantha. hannah’s friend.  bu-but you can call me sam. ❞ she introduced, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.  / @ghostinhumanshape  + wanted a starter, to which im finally getting to !! ♡