kissy time. // selectively accepting.

           number fifteen.     a kiss because you missed them.

                    it’s been two years since hannah and beth went missing. and a year since josh had thrown the prank of his own. though having been saved from the mountain, getting rescued before he could become one of those monsters, josh hadn’t seen anyone. he’s isolated himself from them, guilt eating away at him for months on end. he ignored their calls. he didn’t answer the door when they knocked. it was better to distance himself    ––––    he didn’t want to hurt them again. but then it’s three in the morning, and there’s knocking on his door, and he knows he shouldn’t answer it. but he can’t sleep in the dark anymore, not after seeing what he did on the mountain. the knocking should scare him. hell, it really does. but as he approaches the door, baseball bat in hand, he’s able to see a figure, a human figure, standing outside. wendigo’s don’t knock, idiot. he knows who it is automatically.

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                               josh opens the front door, slowly, glancing up to meet mike’s gaze. there’s absolute silence between them, but something inside of them must have snapped at the same time. because a split second later, they’re reaching towards each other. lips meet, fingers get tangled in locks of hair. it’s tense and frantic and goddamn perfect, and josh is pouring everything he can into it mike backs him against the doorframe, fingers gripping onto the edge of josh’s shirt, and the washington could have melted right then and there.

                                       miss you so much    ––––    

                                                ––––    i know,    

onlyjokesherebro

[ ✌ ] my muse reaches out to yours after months of no communication.

random situation meme. // accepting.

                                       ––––    hey, bro. it’s josh.    

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                                uhm, i guess i’m not surprised that you didn’t answer. i would be more surprised if you did. i just.. i just wanted to say, uh, hi. i’m.. not dead. i managed to get off of the mountain, and.. listen, man, it’s a bit hard to explain over the phone. can you    ––––    would you consider stopping by    ?    whenever you can. i’m.. this needs to be said, face to face. please, cochise.    

free kisses from josh. // selectively accepting.

                         eight. a dying kiss.

                                  by the find mike finds him, it’s too late.

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               he hasn’t eaten in weeks, having rather died than turn into one of those things, what hannah had turned into. he can’t bring himself to eat the corpse of another human being. death is, in part, what josh wants. sure, he’d rather go out quick, painless. but he’s starving, and the gash on his head from when hannah dropped him was still bleeding out. infected. disgusting. just him the rest of him. green eyes close, and josh simply lays there, waiting, praying    ––––    let this be the last time he closes his eyes.

                                       ––––    JOSH    !    

                        no no no no no. not again, not another hallucination of mike. with a great amount of effort, josh opens his eyes, a small whine leaving his throat as he squints in the dark. there’s a bright light, somewhere in the distance, causing the washington to groan. too bright, too bright. footsteps approach. there’s hands on him, now, checking him over. his face, his head.

                             josh, hey, it’s me    ––––    it’s mike. you’re.. you’re gonna be okay, man. hey, can you hear me    ?    josh    !    ❜    mike’s voice is frantic, and josh slightly turns his head so he could look over at him. the smallest, gentlest of smiles makes it’s way onto josh’s face, and he reaches out to mike. mike takes his hand, squeezing tightly, and josh lets out a loud cough.        you.. you came back for me..      josh whispers, taking in a shaky breath. mike nods, pulling josh into his arms and rocking him back and forth.        i’ll always come back for you, josh.   ❜    

              the older man nods every so slightly, sighing in content as his forehead rests on mike’s shoulder. everything hurt, and everything was fading.       i think.. i think this is it, mike,   ❜    he mumbled, voice barely over a whisper. mike shook his head, muttering quickly, a frantic no no no no no no no please josh no. josh’s heart ached, ached for mike, but he knew that his time was up. with the remaining strength that he had, josh surged his head up and pressed his lips against mike’s.        i.. i love..   ❜ 

                                        ––––    silence.

✦✫· . ❛ CHRIS.

“ I keep expecting you to. “

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He wants to stay here in this moment. Where Ashley isn’t screaming and both of them are living in a state that’s something close to okay. “ It’s not okay. But..Maybe it will be. Later. Eventually. Someday. “

                                       yeah, well, i won’t.    

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                            i don’t know.. i don’t know if i would say eventually. i don’t think we can ever find a sense of.. a sense of normalcy after all of this, cochise.. but.. maybe. just maybe.. we can learn to live with the not so okayness that’s happening    ?    

thirtylcve-a-deactivated2017080

“i need to leave.”

PLEASE DON’T GO. // accepting.

                                  the words hurt, stinging against his skin like one would feel on a cold, frosty night. everyone seems to leave lately, don’t they    ?    ever since he was rescued from the mountain, his friends have only seen him for about five minutes at a time. hell, even chris struggled to stay with him for a socially acceptable amount of time. he thought it might be different with sam    ––––    looks like he was wrong.

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                                  ––––    that’s okay. everyone leaves. it’s fine if you do, too.    

thecochiise

"Were you stabbed in this room, Sir?"

fight me in the dark. // accepting.

                                               man, fuck off.    

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                     i still have the scar where ashley fuckin’ got me with the scissors.    

thecochiise

"I'm still here."

one hundred ways. // selectively accepting.

                                                you shouldn’t be,    

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                     jesus fuck, you deserve way better than what i’m giving you, chris.    

thecochiise

"If I'm really quiet, will you stay?"

one hundred ways. // selectively accepting.

                                       i already told you    ––––    i’m never leaving.    

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                                  even if you’re talking a mile a minute, i won’t leave.    

✦✫· . ❛ CHRIS.

He stops breathing, while waiting for Josh’s answer. He can’t bear the thought of Josh leaving, of being alone once again. He’s so tired of being alone, of his only company being the ghosts that scream in his head.

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“ Thank you…Thank you thank you thank you. “

                                       how could i ever leave you    ?    

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                         he brings chris’ hand to his chest, letting his best friend feel his rapid heartbeat start to calm down. he’s still tense    ––––    and that might just be the only emotion he has for the rest of his life. tense, anxious, scared. but, when he’s with chris, all those feelings die down, just a bit, and momentarily are replaced by something else entirely    ––––    hope.

✦✫· . ❛ CHRIS.

“ It is what it is. “

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He’s too absorbed in himself to notice Josh is crying at first. He can hear Emily’s pleading in the back of his head and it takes a moment for him to realize that the crying isn’t coming from his head. “ Josh..” He squeezes the others hand, trying to pull away from himself and focus on Josh.
“ Just…stay. Please. “

                                   STAY    ?!    the word shocks him for a moment, enough for him to almost jerk away completely from chris. his heart is beating frantically, a rapid ba bum ba bum ba bum ba bum hitting against his ribcage. it verges on being almost painful, but he tries to ignore it. stay stay stay stay stay. he wants to flee. he wants to run away from this. but this is chris. how could he leave his best friend    ?        ––––    okay,        josh whispers as he wipes his eyes.

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                                             i’ll always stay for you, cochise.    

your game has gone terribly wrong.

don't be too hard on joshua. he's been through – he's been through so much. but you know that already. don't you?

you're crying out for help.

independent joshua "josh" washington from until dawn. established january 19th, 2017. written by rowie.

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consistent blood, gore, cannibalism, mental illness, murder, and other not safe for work triggers WILL BE PRESENT.