ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ—

i am, thanks! c: saw you had a migraine last night, so i hope that's taken care of and gone. 3:

[[ i definitely see josh as a firebender, and he and beth would team up against hannah, even though she could probably kick their asses if she wanted to with a well-timed splash or something. i can see chris as a non-bender too, and surprisingly kind of happy with it. like he has so many other things to worry about other than bending. ]]

A headache was starting to settle in. It always happened during the days where he had night classes. No one actually wanted to spend four hours in a computer lab, did they? Plus getting out at 11PM on a Friday night was a complete drag, considering most of his friends and his sisters had plans already or they didn’t want to wait for him. Not only that, but even though he thought himself able to hold his own, there was something discomforting about seeing only a few cars in the parking lot once he got out of class.Thankfully the teacher didn’t feel like holding out either, and let everyone out an hour early. Quick to get home and enjoy some not-so-good-for you microwave meal and a cheesy indie horror flick, Josh sped on home, only to be surprised that his sister’s had invited Sam and Ashley over for “girl’s night” or whatever it was. And Sam was in his shirt. His favorite shirt. The Exorcist one that was limited edition that he’d gotten from a horror convention. And it looked way better on her than it did him.Hiding his obvious approval and not wanting to look like a stuttering idiot at the way the shirt fit the other’s frame, Josh managed to somehow keep his cool--say hi to the girls, grab a snack, come back and suggest something scary. He managed to show Sam how much he really liked it silently when he sat behind her and gave her a comforting hug when he knew a massive jump scare was coming up, smiling as he rested his chin over her shoulder.

[[ same tbh. she seems like a good healer, like waterbenders. but then airbenders are supposed to be pascifists and vegan like her, so that totally fits too. it's hard to pick. ]]

Senior year, meaning prom. Not exactly something Josh wanted to attend, but his mom thought it’d be good for him and that he’d somehow regret it if he didn’t go. Hannah and Beth had decided to be his “wing-women” and landed him a date with Sam; an idea that made him sweat nervously in his rented suit. Oh God, hopefully she wouldn’t notice----she didn’t, he thought. Good. Good, good, things were going--great... Josh had managed to dribble red punch on his white shirt, yes, but that didn’t seem to push Sam away. He’d made her laugh, managed to learn a couple things about her he never figured, got her on the dance floor for something fast-paced, but then----the lights dimmed, the people cleared. It seemed others weren’t too keen on slow-dancing, but as the night went on Josh felt the pressure rise that he had to impress this girl; that she was something special. With his hands gently on her waist, he pulled her closer. His hips were almost against hers as the music struck, and he started to lead into a soft sway to get into the rhythm. Still, he couldn’t look her in the eye, and thankfully it was dark enough she couldn’t see the red of his cheeks.

[[ whoever i feel josh clicks with best, which so far has been a jessica, though it's still like... testing the waters/in development. but it’s fun. i don’t really care who i ship josh with in the future. could be josh/oc or josh/matt or josh/sam or josh/imaginary!josh. just as long as there’s a connection, and neither i or the other roleplayer feel like they’re forced to write replies or forced to do the ship, you know what i mean? though tbh it would be uncomfortable shipping josh with his sisters, because i see so many ignorant comments online like, “since he was mentally unstable, does that mean he had a thing for his sisters?” and i really don’t want to fall into that ignorant stereotype, plus i know incest is triggering for people. if josh/beth or josh/hannah were to ever occur it would take tons of plotting and i’d have to be comfortable with that person both ic and ooc. also, i would feel uncomfortable shipping josh/dr. hill because it seems like... romanticizing a mental illness? i know that it happens irl sometimes, but no... again, it’s something that would be heavily plotted and comfort levels high both ic/ooc. ]]

[[ 1. i managed to turn in my projects a day early, so i'm free for replies/memes/whatever now. thankfully. 2. ooc fc is now peppermint butler. 3. i updated my RULES with a couple things. (mainly about headcanons, icons, starter calls, and explaining why i'm selective. still. read it.) 4. added an au verse where the prank never happened and beth/hannah are still alive. also i made a crossover fandom page HERE. 5. thank you for existing. have a nice day. ♥ ]]

♦: Slow dancing

“Never,” his voice drops to a Christian Bale-esque whisper. As best he can make himself sound like the famed actor anyway. As soon as he feels the weight of his sister on his legs, Josh lets out an annoyed groan. “Ugh, fuckin’ heavy--” A joke. Beth’s as light as a feather, and to prove a point, he starts wiggling his legs up and down like that dumb horsey game toddlers seem to love. Only this time it’s frantic and bumpy and, best of all, super annoying. “You just can’t come to terms with those cookies, huh? Maybe I’ll stop then.” Maybe.

Honestly, that had gone better than expected. He had been afraid that Chris wasn’t even going to listen to begin with, and if he had made it inside, he’d have been shoved out of the window in a fit of anger. Unlike Chris, but trauma does things to you—he ought to know. While the apology wasn’t downright accepted, understandably, at least he wasn’t entirely blocked out and prevented from doing the right thing. However, just because things were going smoother than originally planned didn’t mean Josh suddenly felt at peace. He wanted to ask so many questions—if the other was okay, how was life, how were things going at that given time—things he already knew the answer to and would feel stupid for bringing up. No, no, they all seemed too casual, too “happy” of questions. Anxiety was starting to take over; make him stress. It took him a stagnant moment of silence before finally coming up with— “A-anything… Is there anything I can do?” Finally there was the courage to look at his ‘friend’, though Josh’s eyes only came up to the other’s chest. “I need to do something—anything…” His voice was a frantic mumble, barely audible thanks to the fear still running through his body. Wasn’t there anything to make the healing move along? Make Chris forgive him just a smidge faster? No, probably not. Most likely not. That killed, thinking how long the other male was hurting and trying to move on. And he came and ruined it like this? Selfish. So selfish, Josh. It killed; made his heart start to visibly crack “Anything, anything at all—“ His hands shot up to his ears as he closed his eyes. Selfish, so selfish—Hannah and Beth’s voices. Even though they weren’t around as often anymore, they still popped up at the worst of times. At least now it was just audio hallucinations instead of visual… The others. What about the others? Another question from Hannah and Beth, though it was now drowned out by his own quivering voice as he removed his hands. “The others… How—how is everyone else?” That’s when the cracks fell apart. Shoulders slumped and throat tightening, the tears were more persistent; harder to push back. Was Sam okay? Was she taking therapy? Back at school? And Ashley… Did she still have a thing for Chris, or was she missing too? Mike… Josh couldn’t be mad at Mike for all those hits. Couldn’t blame him. Jess… There was never any news about Jess in his household, so he couldn’t know… “Please tell me they’re okay… Sam, Emily, Matt—th-they’re okay now? Like you?”

I tag: NO ONE-- but do it if you'd like. I’m always interested in other people’s characters tbh.

College had started roughly a year ago. It was easy, at first. Mostly general education classes like sociology and English—classes that were considered easy As and Bs to him (with the occasional C because he wasn’ta big fan of algebra, truth be told). There were a few introductions to film-making and production, but now things were starting to get more serious as the second year was about to roll in. With that comes more studying, more homework, more projects—less time for himself, his friends… For Jessica. While generally Josh would have the other meet him up at some secluded park or slightly out-of-the-way theater, he really just wanted proper one-on-one time with his secret “mistress” and asked to meet up in the woods close to his place. Whether they just talked and held hands or it lead to more… That didn’t matter to him. All he wanted was to spend as much time with Jess as possible until college began for the both of them, especially since he was attending some expensive university focusing heavily on digital arts while the other most likely wanted to go somewhere else. “Hm?” he was jostled from his thoughts, immediately turning to the femme “intruder” with a small smile. After a brief moment her words settled in, causing him to chuckle. As he hurried forward to pull her into his arms, he couldn’t help but ask, “Well, that’s what you wanted, right? No one looking, no one to bother us… “Except maybe that guy right over there,” his voice dropped to a hushed whisper, pointing to a bush where a raccoon was busy stealing berries before hissing and scurrying off with its treasure. “Oop—looks like we’re alone finally.” Another chuckle escaped Josh’s lips as he could still faintly hear the furry critter scurrying about nearby. Walking along with the other toward the middle of the clearing, the area visibly lightened up as more space between the branches opened. Smack dab in the center was a picturesque scene of a blanket with a small basket of food—mostly things Jess liked to snack on; her favorite chocolates and drinks and so on. Honestly, he wasn’t the most romantic person, but he figured girls like Jess and Emily ate that sort of thing up; the type of thing they reblogged on their Tumblr with tags like “wish list” or “relationship goals” and a plethora of little hearts. “Good enough for the princess?”

With a playful roll of his eyes, he bent over to pick the stray bottle up and place it with the rest. One, the Mr. Butter-Fingers jab just made him want a tasty alcoholic concoction of his favorite chocolate bar, but miraculously, Josh hadn’t thought of bringing either chocolate or peanut butter flavored vodka. And two, he couldn’t make a proper comment against the Gryffindor statement, and instead, again, stifled a snicker. Both she and Emily were snakes in the grass, just waiting to strike. On the worst of days they were like angry rattlers and made cheap shots, or anacondas that squeezed and squeezed until they won. Tonight, however, Jessica was just a little garter snake. Cute, but in a slightly annoying way that was endearing instead of mood-killing. “Right, right… A lioness. I’ll try and remember that next time you piss yourself at one of my pranks.” He wriggles his brows teasingly with a laugh. “Some brave lioness you are.” Quickly, Josh snatched away one of the bottles before her little fingers could brush over it, already preparing a shot. That cocky grin just wouldn’t go away; an easy default face around the other.  “And does this little lioness think she can actually handle what I want as a thanks for letting you get hammered? Kind of doubting it right now, you know.” A moment’s silence, dedicated just for slamming down the shot quickly. The little burn in his throat was welcomed, licking his lips as the vodka slid down. Perfect. Maybe it was the combination of alcohol and feeling like he was one step ahead of her that riled Josh up, or maybe it was the constant taunting and thrill of the others not knowing anything between them. Leaning over the counter toward Jess, he gave a quickly little nod in the direction of outside. “You know, there’s another little cabin nearby. Cozy, by the river, a little more… Private.” He couldn’t help but to reach up, toying with the other’s hair in a gentle flirtatious way. “I still have one last birthday present to give you… Maybe combine them together, huh?”