#hitundo

[terrcrized-a]

            she’d stopped him. he wasn’t able to pull through with any of the prank. but, of course, he’d already sent mike and jessica out. jess still... vanished. was taken. whatever. he’s still having a hard time wrapping his head around what was real and what wasn’t. he had come back and told everyone, and andy, matt, and sam all went with him to try and look for her. they didn’t know what was out there, though-- no one did. which is why chris, ashley, and emily didn’t think about it when josh said he wanted to go out for some air. which was... sort of the truth.

      he went out for air, yeah, but he also just wanted away. he didn’t like these people. he was still so so angry, and now he couldn’t even do anything about it. and, god, there were horrible voices telling him to do horrible things. and he was so hot and starting to get sweaty, a walk would do him some good. it’s cool out, it’ll cool him off. it’ll be fine.

            he doesn’t remember much after that. he remembers the visions. falling into the cavern, but he doesn’t know why. he feels like he was just... dropped into it. but that doesn’t seem right. he remembers seeing hannah. but she was tall, and lanky, and kind of stinky. he remembers screaming for her, and she just dragged him off. he sort of remembers someone down there trying to help him out of the mines. mike maybe? sam? maybe even andy, he’s not sure. what he is sure of, though, is that he was down there for a long time. he didn’t move much, it hurt so bad. it being literally everything. his chest, legs, ankles, arms even. all of it. he does know hannah never came back. maybe she never existed. it was all a fever dream. something.

      he doesn’t remember being saved. he just knows he was down there, and then he was in a hospital room. bandaged up, back brace, some boot contraption on his foot. they said something about internal bleeding, a surgery, something about watching him for a week or so. he knows a few people have been in and out of the room but he’s been so hopped up on this drip they have him connected to that he doesn’t really remember. but what he does remember is that andy is walking in the room. he knows andy when he sees her-- she’s arguably the hottest of the group. and also the kindest. most gullible. but kind.

            “ h-hey. i know you. ”

starter for @hitundo​ 

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@hitundo​ + liked!

Go figure he’d be stuck with her. Honestly, he didn’t even know her name. Okay, that was a lie, he did, but only because other people had told him about her. Nadine. He’d run into her a few times over the last semester, always trying to offer a smile but never feeling comfortable enough to actually address the elephant in the room that was their awkward first meeting. 

Sure enough, this semester they had a class together. Mateo hadn’t felt this awkward around another student since high school, but he was coping fairly well. Unfortunately for them both, however, they got assigned as lap partners for the year. Mateo wasn’t one to complain, and he was fine working with her as long as she didn’t try anything else. But, he wasn’t about to just give her his number, and pretend things were fine either. Exchanging emails they agreed to meet at the library on campus. Third floor, where the psychology text books would be. Mateo had already gotten their early, having come from practice and looking sweaty and run down already. He has a half eaten taco salad sitting beside him, a can of soda clutched between his fingers as he brings it to his lips. 

He checks the time on the wall clock, seeing that his lap partner was late. Normally it wouldn’t bother him, but his anxiety eating at him made him a little less understanding. 

Soon she rounds the corner and finds him. He smiles awkwardly and lifts a hand, waving her down in the lest enthusiastic way possible. 

“Hey. Have trouble finding me?”

[hidiingplace]

@hitundo and @goldshadows really out here LOVING on todd. legends.

[accidentkilled]

@hitundo    /    rain    :    ❛what are you doing out here by yourself?❜

he's always been an outcast. his friends were never really his friends, were never particularly fond of him. truth is, even before everything with lexie, being part of their friend group had been a matter of survival. he needed some form of friendship, of people around him. the survival is different now, though. he keeps them close because the guilt is so overwhelming that it feels like he's going to burst. it was an accident, he'd just pushed her away from sierra, he'd just tried to end the fighting. and he did. they stopped fighting, but at what cost? most days he just wishes he'd let lexie at sierra. it could've ended the same for all he cared, so long as the blood wasn't on his hands.

her voice startles him, a rare moment in which he actually reacts to something, jumping slightly as he looks up at her. its the guilt, eating him from the inside out, tearing him to pieces. it makes him jumpy, makes him afraid. he hates it. "nothing." in the dark of night, lit by only a streetlight, it would be so easy to mistake him for someone smaller than he is. the boy doesn't shrink up, not in front of people, but sitting on the curb, knees to chest, he looks so small. he refuses to admit his real reason for being here — refuses to say he feels so guilty in his own home that he had to run, had ran until he collapsed on the curb and just settled there. "hanging out."

[freedmfighter]

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞ from rain /  @hitundo​

❛❛          Aw,  shucks.   You looking out for me now,   Rain?  ❜❜   he says,    teasing her in the wake of being caught shivering with all his limbs attempting to cement themselves to his figure.   he did have a jacket once,   now he needed to get a new one.   there’s doubt latching onto that size small jacket of hers and a grin swerves up the side of his mouth.   ❛❛         surprised the human furnace even has a jacket,  I’ll be real with you.  I might as well just stand close to you and I’ll be just as good.  ❜❜ 

[tocrash]

                                               ​ starter for   ;   @hitundo​ - andy

between four different emergencies at the bakery, and being called to the school for both ali and theo individually because they both chose the same day to go full chaos mode, juliette is e x h a u s  t e d by the time she’s finally able to just go home. though she knows she really should have made the twins cancel their plans for tonight after the trouble they got into   ...   she’s willing to admit she’s just too tired, and allows them to run off to their respective sleepovers under the promise that tomorrow there will be serious discussion and consequences. 

while there are more than enough takeout places still open, she drops her bag by the door and goes right for the kitchen. it doesn’t matter that she set her day putting out fires ( some literal ) at the bakery today, there is a comfort being in her kitchen. setting to work making something comforting. she goes for fresh lumpia, it’s one of the first things her mom taught her how to make. and she’s been making it so long that she can simply turn her mind off and b r e a t h e. 

without thinking, she makes enough for two ( okay really five ), and as she’s nearly finished the door opens and juliette looks up, unsurprised to see andy walking in. it’s lucky she’s gotten into the habit of making more than enough on the off chance her friend shows up.  “   you have impeccable timing,   ” she states while offering andy a warm, though tired, smile.

[publiclyabsent-moved]

@hitundo: ❛  kiss me in the rain ? i promise i’ll take care of you when we catch colds !  ❜

        freckled face flushes bright red. the rain is heavy, to the way that it would take seconds to soak either of them to the bone. she’s still under a bit of shelter, though only barely. along with the furious blush on her cheeks & ears, a sheepish grin pulls at her lips. she pulls off her glasses, so that maybe they’ll be clean after being out in the rain, & steps out. annette can’t help the little jump when the rain first hits the top of her head, prompting her to rush a little over to him. “o-oh, it’s -- it’s cold! you ... you p-prom-mise, if we get ... get s-sick ... ?” the grin is still there as she reaches onto her toes, hands taking both of his. she hesitates for a moment, glancing at her feet. a wave of shyness & hesitation hits her, now that she’s actually out in the rain. (quick, this is the moment!)

meme.   /   accepting.

[waitlifted]

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.” from mary <3

fluffy starters (accepting)

Cassandra had hardly been paying attention, simply mindlessly reaching for Mary’s hand as they walked in order to keep them from getting separated. At her comment, though, she realized what she had done, and pulled back rather sharply, awkwardly clearing her throat. “Oh. Uh, sorry about that.” Wait, why was she apologizing? Mary had said she liked it, and yet... her instinct was still to pull back.

[terrcrized-a]

            the night is going well. of course, he hadn’t done anything yet. mike and jessica seemed to be fine on their way to the cabin-- he wasn’t about to watch them fuck, so he turned those screens off as soon as they made it to the cabin. sam was still doing... whatever it was she did in the bath, ashley and chris were off to the library after their little fucking stunt with the ouija board. matt and emily were probably arguing about mike while they look for her luggage outside. it was going well.

      only what he was most intrigued by at this moment was andy. she was just by herself in the living room. he had no idea what she was doing, but not reall surprised she decided to stay by herself rather than third wheel. what did surprise him, however, was when she got scared. looked like some bug or something had flown past her head-- only instead of just slapping at the thing, in her probable fear she punched one of the beams. hopefully it wasn’t a support beam because that thing snapped. not falling, but definitely damaged and would need replaced. and it had josh jumping out of his chair so fast.

            first of all, how dare she damage his property! she already helped kill his sisters, and now this? but also-- who the fuck? how the fuck? he’s punched that pole plenty of times, barely ever made a dent in the thing. this was crazy. but it did immediately move things forward in his mind.

      he made sure that the scene had been properly recorded before he secured the mask, slipping out of the lair to head upstairs. he knew these walls, this basement better than anyone else. it was only about a minute or so before he appeared at the top of the stairs. needles in hand-- if she could snap a beam like that, she could probably fuck josh up. and he didn’t come to play.

            okay, he did come to play a little-- which is why he stood at the top of the stairs. meters away from where andy was, just waiting to be seen. he wanted her to know-- to feel like-- someone had seen what she’d done. you know, really scare her! 

starter for @hitundo !!!!!

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for the icon meme, icon 57 for Nadine?????

“So, you mean to tell me that you’ve never seen any farm animals?” Mateo finds that hard to believe. Then again he comes from an area where there were more farm animals than people. Most people have seen at least some form of livestock in their life. Right? 

“Not even a chicken?”

@hitundo // my fave meme.

[hidiingplace]

🌸    for   your    muse    to    give     mine     flowers (also from forrest for todd)

“What’s this for?” Todd glances at the flowers in question as they’re handed to him. He feels something tighten in his chest –– discomfort he doesn’t know what to do with. He wasn’t the best at receiving gifts. He rarely got them at all, and more than that, even the people he dated were not the type to shower him with gifts all that much. 

Still, almost skeptically Todd tilts his head and lifts his tattooed hand to pluck the note that’s pinched between two stems. He flicks it between his fingers before giving it a read –– trying to figure out why Forrest would do such a thing for him.

@hitundo // lets get soft.

[wicxedxcharming]

@hitundo liked for a starter! ( Forrest & Kurtis)

Something about Los Feliz High School just reminded Kurtis of being alive. Not that the school was anything like the private preparatory school that he had attended when he had been...alive. No, this school was different. It had a music program and the students that attended were from all over the city, not just from the rich one percent that wanted to keep their kids away from the ‘undesirables’. 

Los Feliz High School reminded him or Priscilla and late nights writing music and afternoons skateboarding down the streets of Los Angeles.

Maybe that was why he kept coming back, no one could see him anyways. He spent some afternoons just wandering the hallways, his skateboard under his feet. No one could see him skating around so he was okay. He was cutting it close though, especially with that new ghost band...he didn’t understand it that well. A band of ghosts who could make themselves seen just to perform? Creepy.

Kurtis was fine with the lifers never seeing him.

Like right now, as he sat in one of the math classes of the school. They were apparently taking a test, something that Kurtis hadn’t been aware of as he took out his trumpet. Out of all the instruments he knew how to play, the universe gave him his trumpet...great.

They couldn’t hear him, so as Kurtis leaned against the wall and started to play the Star Wars theme, he didn’t really see any harm in that.

[kasprzaks]

˗ˏˋ @hitundo​​​​ ˊˎ˗          ‘ ♡ ’       ‘ i  listen  all  the  time.  to  everything. ’

‘ i  do  that  a  lot  but  sometimes  i  start  thinking  that  i  might  try  to  not  anymore  because  it  gives  me  a  stomach  ache,  like,  retaining  that  much  stuff. ’     the  irony  here  lies  in  eddie  talking  to  someone  with  a  direct  plug  into  every  person’s  inner  monologue.  he  doesn’t  know  that  though.  he  takes  to  everything  as  he  thinks  he  should,  a  plain  face  value  vapid  everything.     ‘ just  sometimes,  though.  i  think  i’d  get  headaches,  too,  if  i  stopped  listening.  i  think  i’d  rather  know  stuff. ’

[publiclyabsent-moved]

@hitundo: “ you're not alone. “

         she forgets, sometimes. she forgets that she doesn’t have to keep it all to herself, bottled up like something ready to explode. (in all fairness, hasn’t she spent most of her life alone? hidden away up in her attic, like some old knick-knack her mother was tired of seeing. disappearing at times & recovering alone. that’s the reason behind the raised scar across the palm of one hand -- being alone & scared & seeing things.) it was just her dismissing her own stack of troubles again, saying she could handle it, nothing she hasn’t done before. but what he says -- instantly annette feels the pinpricks of tears behind her eyes. she turns to look at bear, making eye contact for just a moment.

         it only lasts a moment, before she moves to wrap her arms around him & hold tightly. he’s right; she isn’t alone. she takes in one shuddering breath. “you’re ... y-you’re right -- i. i j ... i just. forget.” small frame shivers once, a sniffle sounding. “th-th -- thanks.”

meme.   /   accepting.

[waitlifted]

" of course i remembered! i remember everything about you! " from mary

grumpy/sunshine prompts (accepting)

Something about her words there tugged on Cassandra’s heart. She had been feeling... mixed towards Mary ever since she had come into town, but such unbridled warmth and enthusiasm... well, she’d only really felt it from one other person before.

Someone who she remembered everything about, funny enough.

“Yeah?” Her tone was... softer now. “Guess I should take that as a compliment.” She had been wandering for a while now, and most people didn’t stop to pay any attention to her unless she went out of her way to be noticed. To just be seen by someone else, just for being there... it was a nice feeling.

[jeansgenie]

@hitundo​​ said,     ‘ have a think, then, dickhead. ’  from nadine

' don't call me a dickhead, fucking dickhead. '    jeanie tsks. a loudmouth version of the sound that’s permitted exclusively from the mouth of someone a) being pushy and b) acting like a dickhead. the encouragement to help jeanie out (from jeanie) with such a delicate operation (something like getting in and out of a classroom to get something from the desk of a teacher sitting right there) went something like: christ, nadine, can’t you rack your dumb little brain any faster?  to reiterate: a) pushy, b) dickhead.

' that's horrible. rude, unruly behaviour. ’    he says. now, punctuate:    ‘ bitch. '    and to move on without a hint of baggage or memory from the past ten seconds:    ‘ i brought you in because i’ve had a think and came up with fuckin nothing. help or quit fuckin cursing, jesus christ, nadine.  have some taste. ’