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.

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[ text; ] what would happen if i just, like, downed seven five-hour energies. does that equal 35 hours of energy

i didn’t get your mass text. // always accepting.

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                        (    TEXT    :    MIKEY. ♡    )    dude. bro. dudebro. you’ll fucking die.

✦✫· . ❛ MIKE.

His fingers still as Josh grabs his wrist, and he nods, shifting around until he was laying in the bed next to him.

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“I’ll stay here until you doze off, then I’m sneaking back into the living room to beat your high score on the game.” He teases, scrunching up his nose as he lets out a laugh. “Then in the morning, we’ll play again and I’ll kick your ass, Washington.” 

                                       bro, you couldn’t beat my high score in a million years.    

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                     he swats lightly at mike, letting his head roll ever so slightly onto the other’s shoulder. his eyes are shut completely by this point, and he’s tugging the blankets up so he could be completely wrapped in a toasty little cocoon.        there’s no way you could beat me when i’m at my normal status.    

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"I still want to kiss you."

this meme probably. // always accepting.

                       dear god, he shouldn’t be doing this. josh is still fucking pissed, he’ll always be pissed at mike for what he and emily did to hannah, for what they did to make his baby sisters go missing. but, and god help him, he still wants mike. it’s stupid. it’s borderline crazy. but he doesn’t care. fingers grip onto mike’s shirt, and he tugs him down so he can kiss him, full on.

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                                           last time, michael.    

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“ when you love someone, you love all of them… ”

v-day ?? bleh. // accepting.

                   there’s a moment where josh completely freezes up, eyes going wide and hands starting to shake. oh, boy. he hadn’t been expecting mike to say something like that. josh stutters for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. what the fuck.

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                   uhm.. you sayin’ you love me or somethin’, mikey    ?    that’s kinda gay, bro.    

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“I’m not leaving you alone. Not now, not ever.” :D

protect this bean. // always accepting.

                                       oh, jesus christ.    

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                      you need to fucking leave, michael. please, don’t make this harder than it already is, and just.. just go.    ❜    he wipes at his eyes, ever so slightly, and tries to force himself to keep from crying. goddamn, he told himself he wouldn’t break down anymore.       i can’t    ––––    ❜

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"ᴅᴏ yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ yᴇᴛ?"

tf is a valentine. // always accepting.

                                   a moment of hesitation, followed by a slight shrug of the shoulders. he never really liked valentine’s day    ––––    it was tacky and overly romanticized    (    hah    )    and, seeing as how he never really saw his parents celebrate it, he never really thought to. but, this was mike who was asking, so..

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                                       er, no    ––––    why    ?    you offering    ?    

✦✫· . ❛ MIKE.

Once he turns back to Josh, Mike laughs, throwing him some sweatpants. He makes his way over, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I don’t have to leave.” He mumbles, “But I figure you’d want me to go so you could get some sleep.”

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He’s quiet for a moment, reaching over to play with Josh’s hair as he looks down at him. “I’ll stay, if that’s what you want. I don’t have any other plans tonight.” 

                       he’s half tempted to swipe mike’s hand away from his hair, simply out of instinct, but it feels nice, and it’s causing his eyes to drop a small amount, bit by tiny bit. so, he does what every straight guy obviously does and grips onto mike’s wrist.

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                                              you’ll stay    ?    

✦✫· . ❛ MIKE.

Mike’s head tilts toward Josh, his grip on the controller loosening just slightly as he tries to figure out where his friend is, exactly. They played this game before–dozens of times, actually–and Josh usually kicks his ass, but now, he’s dosing off in the middle of a game. As his head rests on his shoulder, Mike laughs, pausing the game, and reaching over to pat Josh’s head.

“Sure, no homo, bro. But are you feelin’ alright? Should I take you to bed or something?”

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                    as mike pets the top of josh’s head, the elder can’t help but smile. it felt nice, comforting, and his eyes flutter as he struggles to keep them open. jesus, this sucks. it’s barely eight thirty, and here he is, practically passing out on his crush friend.

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                                       i mean, if you wanna carry me to bed, i wouldn’t complain.    

i didn’t get your mass text. // always accepting.

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                                    (    text    :    mike ♥    )    hey. do you wanna come over    ?
                                    (
   text    :    mike ♥    )    hannah & beth are at sam’s for the weekend.
                                    (
   text    :    mike ♥    )    it’d just be us. 

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.

i don't take orders from you.

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