#imsorryimsosososorry

[ouiromeo]

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[badasstex-blog]

After the cabin had burnt down, everything had sort of become...numb. Chris realized he was talking to people, but he barely remembered what he was saying as a wave of exhaustion hit him and he couldn’t recall much from their flight down the mountain.

The next he knew, they were all waiting at the police station, interrogated, and even through his tired state he realized that telling them what had happened did nothing. They simply looked at him as if wondering if he had lost his mind that night.

Since they had to wait for their parents’ calls, the group was left at corridor of the station with plastic cups of water and a few blankets to huddle into. It was the first in what felt like hours that he saw the others and Chris sneaked Ashley a careful glance. “Hey. Everything alright?”

[jxshw-blog]

Think I got myself in trouble,

Ash:

Ashley rolls her eyes lovingly.  “It’s tomato soup, just a little ticker because I put cream instead of milk or water, you still need to eat, it’ll fill you up.”  Ashley pushed it forward and grabbed a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around Josh.

      “...             Is there a second option?”

He wasn’t hungry in general, but being sick only added to that. Josh groaned when she shifted him to cover him with the blanket, moving definitely didn’t help his migraine.

                  “I just want to lay here.       And, you know,             Sleep.”

[badasscochise-blog]

“I hope you like it.” [okay but ash giving him the last of the cash he needs for his T surgery and a pamphlet with the best surgeon in their area]

“What’s this?” he asks, vaguely suspicious but more curious than anything. Taking the envelope, he opens it.

Staring, he slowly pulled the pamphlet out, studying its title.

“Are.” A pause, and he finally looks at Ashley, dumbstruck. “Are you serious?” he asks quietly, heart starting to race. “Ash, this, this is — this is the last—!” He takes a shuddering breath, and claps a hand over his mouth, eyes stinging.

He can’t say anything else, because he’s trying not to actually cry, so instead he falls into her, wrapping her up in a too-tight hug and breathing unevenly. He breaks the hug only to hold her face between his hands and kiss her a dozen times, peppering her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, her nose.

            “Thank you, Ashley.”

[jxshw-blog]

☢

☢  five times my muse almost sends a nude, and the one time they do. // ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

The first time is when he’s tipsy, not drunk enough to warrant this, especially to the person that his bro is totally crushing on, but. He actually doesn’t have an excuse except for the fact that he’s a shitty friend and maybe he shouldn’t have drank tonight.

He’s halfway through unbuttoning the last button of his shirt when he snaps himself out of his thoughts, and. Fuck, that’s a wave of guilt.

Josh turns off his phone for the rest of the night and tries not to think about the amount of brocode he almost broke.

The second time, he isn’t so much drunk, as he is exhausted. He’s been awake for three weeks, surviving on nothing but coffee and energy drinks, and he hasn’t been clothed in over five days. Nobody’s visited him, so he didn’t think too much about it.

But he’s in a very vivid text conversation with Ash, and he’s about to snapchat a picture of himself to show her the disgruntled look on his face and then he realises he is very, very, naked.

Josh forgets to text back for half an hour.

The third time is because maybe there’s a bit of attraction there and maybe he wants to see what could become of them, but he’s got way too much anxiety to actually do anything about it. But they’ve been exchanging vaguely flirty texts for the past two hours, and he jokingly says if she keeps this up, he’ll send her a pic, and she texts back that she wouldn’t be against it.

He’s this close to sending it, but in the end gets distracted by trying not to look utterly ridiculous while he does it.

The fourth time is after the lodge. Josh hasn’t honestly talked to anyone for over three weeks, but Ash sends him a text and they fall right back into the same ease that it was to talk before. They’re joking again within ten minutes, and before the hour’s over they’ve gone back to those half-flirts they do where neither fan tell if they’re actually serious or not.

She jokes that she still hasn’t seen the nude, he sends her a winky face.

The fifth is at a party he’s preparing to go to, having just gotten out of the shower and he thinks maybe I’ll do it right now, before I get dressed, but decides that it’s not the right time, and leaves it at that.

The sixth time, the time he actually sends her the nude, is after they’ve gotten together.

Nothing’s really changed between them, it’s a mess of maybe-flirts that turn into actual flirting and he decides one morning, at 7:34 am, to send it to her.

He finally puts the message out at 7:56 am, and her reply comes at 8:02 am.

It’s a bunch of exclamation marks, and soon some winky faces. Ten minutes later, he gets one of her, and then they move on.

It wasn’t as big of a deal as he thought, he’s actually relieved.

[didntpayattentioninclimbing-blog]

"What are you doing under there?"

Send me “What are you doing under there?” and I’ll write you a starter based on your character finding mine under a blanket fortimsorryimsosososorry

“Having fun, good to be a kid every now and then you know,” Chris informed “Wanna join me in my fort kingdom?”

[untiildawnn]

“I can hear laughing coming from the attic, but we’re the only ones home…”

disturbing starters

Josh paused the video game he had been playing, setting down the controller slowly. Normally he would have thought Ashley was just messing with him, but she didn’t sound like she was messing with him. “Ah–are you serious, Ash?”

[badasscochise-blog]

Surrender (every word, every thought, every sound)

@imsorryimsosososorry​

Snow.

White, bright, shimmering in the faint light of the lampposts, glistening in the air before it falls at his feet. It’s not cold — his layers come in handy like that — but he shivers. There’s someone just behind him, running. He’s running. They run, Chris nearly stumbles, but catches himself just in time.

But the man behind him.

Red.

The body collapses, and Chris screams, raising his gun — where did he get the shotgun? He can’t remember. He never does.

The shot gives him just enough time to turn tail, and he nearly makes it back. He can feel his legs giving out, can feel the panic setting in.

The stranger is dead.

Chris screams.

He wakes, panting and sweating, throwing the covers off and turning to set his feet on solid ground. Cool floorboards. Not snow. There’s no blood, and no monsters.

For now.

“Shit,” he breathes weakly, clutching at his chest with trembling fingers. The nightmares never go away, no matter how hard he wills them to, no matter what he takes just to get to sleep. He doesn’t want to be alone.

Maybe it’s risky. Maybe he shouldn’t do it, but the first person he thinks to call is Ashley.

His hand gropes in the dark for his glasses, which he fixes on his face before taking his phone off the charger. Ashley.

Chris hopes he won’t disturb her. Or at least, if he does, she’s still willing to talk. He waits with the phone to his ear, swallowing thickly as he waits for her to pick up.

“Ashley?” he says at the soft click, his voice raspy.