ooc: hi. how are you. 

i’ll make an open para tomorrow, i swear. 　

deusangelus:

phoenixsummers:

Phoenix ran over, wrapping her arms round Joel before letting go and turning him round. Her motherly instincts were kicking in once again before she looked over his arms, a loud sigh escaping her lips.

“Oh god, Joel are you okay!?” She panicked, running her hand down his arms while her eyes scanned them over. The cuts were deep, she would have to tend to them. She noticed what seemed to be burn marks upon his skin, like as if small beads had pelted against his skin.

Just like… The salt Elijah had thrown. It would only have hurt Joel if…

“Joel… Are— Are you…?” She couldn’t finish her questions, her eyes wide with shock. “No, no, no. I can’t have another friend who’s a fucking ghost,” Phoenix whined. “Fuck, I’m getting too worked up and I shouldn’t.”

She knew she wasn’t the only one keeping secrets. He was a ghost. She was pregnant. His came out and I guess she had to share hers if it slipped out.

Elijah walked over slowly. “It may come back, we should get away from here. It feels like there are many, many negative energies in this area.” He put his hand on Phoenix’s shoulder. “Quickly get back inside, I’ll help your friend.” He heard that Phoenix was making friends with ghosts, something that he never considered doing himself. In his job he just wanted to send them to the other side so that they could rest in peace. 

He picked up Joel easily and took him back inside of the building. He laid the ghost down on the lounge in the front. “He should be all right once his energy heals. It might take a while though.” He said.

Joel was tired; exhausted, really. Never had he ever experienced the feeling of having every bit of himself drained, it honestly scared him. But if there was one thing he could remember before falling asleep was Phoenix pulling herself away from him, telling herself he couldn’t be a ghost. 

Six hours later, Joel woke up on the lounge couch. But it wasn’t exactly what you’d call a pleasant wake up. Don’t you let it get you, Joel. Snapping up from the couch, he clawed at the leather, gasping for air as the figure from earlier entangled itself around Joel’s figure. But when he woke up—there was no figure. 

be-b-rad:

Brad stuffed his hands in his pockets, and started making his way to the doors to go inside. He was walking a little faster than normal, but granted, he was excited to go and get fucked. He was content with the high he was on right now, but compared the the feeling of being completely and utterly smashed, this was like agony. As the two men made their way up to Brad’s room, he thought about what he was willing to give up with Joel. Ok, he didn’t want to be a dick head, but he wasn’t willing to give away all the drugs he’d uh… “borrowed” from Michael’s box. Not like he’d miss them or anything, I mean, come on there was like 10 pounds of shit in there. They reached his room, and Brad unlocked his door, opening it for Joel. He never used to lock his door. 

Joel could finally look up once they got into the apartment. Even though his head was up, he still didn’t search around. He just found an open seat and sunk low into the chair. He knew he had a problem; but this was a whole new sort of low for him. He had sucked plenty of people off, let people into his VIP section for free, he had done everything but begged someone to give him what he wanted the way he was begging Brad for it. 

(Source: professionalghost)

i-spatfire:

Leonard felt the warmth around him leave for a moment, but it settled once more a few seconds afterwards, only this time it was inside. A big step had just happened, even if right now it seemed so small. Really, it was just the privilege to call Joel something other than just his name. In reality, he was getting the father he never had. He had a father.

“You just,” he suddenly babbled, feeling too much like a little kid, “Y—you’re everything I’ve ever wanted a dad to be, and. Yeah, man.”

That strange tingling Joel got in his chest when Sawyer was around returned. Maybe the Inn wasn’t as hopeless as he liked to think it was. Pulling Leonard into his chest again, he smiled, rocking his new-found son. “Shut up, kid.” 

headbritincharge:

Jon held Joels hand tightly, wondering what was suddenly making him panic. The ghosts flickering had intensified, maybe from his emotions and Jon figured the best thing he could do was try and sooth him.  ”I’m here, Joel. It’s ok, I’ve got you. Calm down, mate. It’s fine.” He wasn’t sure he was helping, but it was all he could do.

The ghost was afraid of himself at this rate. He had never even seen anyone else flicker in and out the way he was; more importantly, he had no idea what it meant. But as the Brit spoke, Joel felt a whole weight lift off of him. Calm down, mate. It’s fine. 

Joel believed him. 

Taking a deep breath, he gently squeezed Jon’s hand. The flickering began to stop, eventually leaving the man a solid figure. Now, it was time for the apologies. “I’m sorry, Jon. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. 

(Source: professionalghost)