#1am8am

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                                                     @1am-8am

18 is a multilayered character, not always easy but always interesting to write with. The mun tackles some really heavy subjects, but always with the needed amount of respect. Also just really beautiful writing.

“Requested” by @mosaaic

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Green, Yellow, Red

A small continuation to @1am-8am story, which you can find here.

@1am-8am & @orchestrablue

It had been a few days since 18 had pushed Josh and Tera away in panic. Since Tera had run into her room as the reaction to that. And Josh had tried to somehow solve the situation. Mainly via trying to act like it hadn’t been so bad. Like they could easily move on from it.

But that hadn’t really worked. 18 avoided eye-contact even more than usual. Tera didn’t dare to touch either and both seemed to wait for something.

A heavy sigh left Josh and he placed the knife and fork beside his empty dinner plate. The silent dinners were gnawing on him too.

“We can’t continue like this--”

He wasn’t even able to finish the sentence, but could already tell he had chosen the wrong words to start with.

18′s hands curled into fists, back straight and shoulders tense; staring past them at the wall.

Tera’s eyes had widened, and Josh felt like he could hear her heart speeding up with anxiety. One hand lets go of the cutlery too so that her fingers could play with the strands of her hair. Nervously twirling the curls around her digits. Her own gaze blank.

It had only been a few seconds, maybe even less hand Josh could already tell to what conclusion they had come. Both thought Josh wanted to break up, both thought it was their fault. Tera was probably already thinking about how to pack her things to be fast possibly gone to not burden the other two more. While 18 most likely thought about which dealer to talk to, or what to use to destroy his own hands. Someone’s face, a wall? He was quite creative in his ideas for self-destruction.

Joshua wondered for a small moment if he’d react the same. And he realized he probably would. But somehow he had ended up being the guy that grounds them. Weird...

“...we need to find a better way to communicate.” he finally finished his sentence only seconds later, that had felt much longer. 

Tera broke away from her blank staring first. Still playing with her hair, but now looking at Josh, tilting her head slightly to the side. 18 was still in his former position, still tense. He wasn’t exactly the best at communicating, so it probably didn’t take any strain from him.

“Sometimes speaking is difficult, or putting emotions into words and sentences.” Joshua continued, leaned back in the chair. His arms open on the armrests.

Now there was a small reaction of 18. His chest started moving again. And Joshua wondered if 18 had held his breath or if he just had been breathing very shallowly.

“There is a communication system we might make use of, want to hear about it?”

Tera pressed her soft lips together, licking them for a moment, contemplating and then giving one short but determined nod. She was ready to try at least.

18 slowly turned his head towards Joshua, gaze focusing again and then he shrugged, Well... at least he wasn’t against it.

“It is called the traffic-light system. 18 would you mind to explain how traffic lights work?”

“I... why.”

“Please?”

“Okay... uh... Red means stop. Yellow that you need to slow down and green... well go. I really don’t know how that’s supposed to help...”

Joshua nodded and smiled. 18 knew his traffic laws, even when he ignored them sometimes, like all laws. But Joshua hoped that basing everything in a system 18 was used to would help.

“We can implement that the same way in everyday communication. For example, what happened three days ago...”

he felt them both instantly tense up again.

Joshua folded his hands, his elbows still on the armrests. He kind of felt like a teacher... he liked that.

“...was simply a lack of communication. If one of us is not certain about something we could say yellow. Yellow means to slow down. Not to instantly stop but to neither continue or add more. Red means hard stop. No questions asked. The others stop whatever has been done. And green means it’s okay to continue. So yellow creates time to decide if you want it really to stop or to continue. Sometimes we just need a moment to figure things out.”

Josh smiled, looking from one to the other. 

Tera’s hands had slowed down in pulling and playing with her hair, she seemed to think about it. 18′s hands loosened, opened up and so did his unhealthy tense posture relax again.

“That’s bullshit fa--”

“Don’t say that 18!” Tera scolded him, not exactly making clear if it was the beginning of 18′s well-meaning insult he was supposed to stop, or that she was against calling it bullshit.

But it didn’t really matter to Josh because it leads to 18 and Tera finally looking into each other’s eyes again.

“I... we can try? I mean... I we have nothing to lose, do we?” she gave a small hopeful smile curved her lips. And she gave the shiest but also most charming doe eyes Josh could imagine.

“Well... whatever...” 18 said, but quieter this time, shrugging slightly. It was difficult to straight out say no to that smile and eyes.

“Okay... now since that is solved... who wants dessert?”

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Send “💖” and my muse will admit something they find cute about yours.

“Only one thing?” he laughed, made it a joke. But then falls silent for a moment to think about it. What could he say out loud without again leading to rumours? Without making people whisper more? Was it even in any way acceptable for a guy calling another cute outside of mocking?Josh didn’t really understand those weird rules of society. Having lived most of his life at the end of the food chain he just never learned how to fit into that weird do-s and don’t-s. Being used by men and women, being called cute or other terms. “I guess it is cute how he pouts when he loses in games too often.” he made it sound like a teasing joke as he again followed it with laughter. Hoping the answer was least controversial.  

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@1am-8am cont. from here

“Thought it was your job, pretty boy,” 18 said, some wild edge to his normally calm voice as he pushed the woman away. He had no idea what her name was, or how he’d even got there; all he did know was the regret that always came immediately with smoking crack. She had lovely blonde curls. He was shaking. Never again.

   She’d had one hand under his shirt, the other draped around his neck, but suddenly she sickened him. “Don’t you get fuckin’… Squeamish on me.”

“Pretty bo--... I’ll forgive you this time for that. And you got the other thing wrong too. Watching isn’t my job.” he replied and then rubbed the palm of his hand hard against his forehead. That wasn’t what he wanted to say.

“You didn t... don’t really seem like you enjoyed it so... I felt like saying something.”

His eyes move to the woman. “Princess.. it might maybe be a good idea if you leave...”

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@1am-8am liked this for a starter.

--- --- ---- // 02:54 AM

in town not for long need to meet

( god, he fucking hates the west coast. the least he can do while he’s here is to get his head fixed, if not just to do something --- anything --- to take his mind off the bloody heat. )