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way-too-short-formysoul-corazon · 4 years ago

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Here’s section 2, all wrapped up for you guys to enjoy!

1: "What is she doing?" Keons asked from the control room.

"I'm not sure, but it seems she's up to something, she's not taking the drone with her. We should go check this out for ourselves," Nico replied.

"But what if she's doing it in order to not look suspicious to the rebels? She's a really smart girl -"

"And I'm not saying she's not, all I'm saying is that it's unusual. If she didn't want them to be suspicious, she could have told the drone to fly in stealth mode, could she not?"

"Well, I guess that's right... But can't we just wait a few more minutes for her to give us some indication if there are rebels in those woods?" Keons replied, starting to feel like he's been betrayed by the one whom he loves the most.

"Alright, we'll have it your way, Keons. I'll give her two minutes. If she doesn't turn up in that time, you will be the one to find her and execute her."

"Yes, sir." Keons replies, deflated, a knot welling up inside his stomach.

2: As I was walking through the thick woods, I began to think of what the people back home were saying about me. Were they proud that I went off in search of these "rebels"? What was my father thinking about behind those palace walls?

Does he even miss me?

A few minutes into my walking around, I heard footsteps. Careful, soft footsteps, and I got excited.

They're here, they're here!!! Real Banditos, I get to finally see them, finally talk to them!!!

"Hello?! I know you're out there, I can hear your footsteps! Come out, please! I promise I won't -"

"Won't what, Savanna? Won't turn them in like you said that you would?" My father said, hurt encompassing his voice.

"Th- that's not what I-! Bu- But Dad! I- I wasn't- !"

"I'm sorry, Savanna, my daughter. I never meant for this to be this way. Just don't fight, and there won't be any pain." My dad said, a tear running down his face.

He's gonna kill me, feed me to the vultures, I thought, adrenaline pumping through my veins, I need to run.

And so I did. I ran at the fastest speed I could go, running through shrubs and prickly bushes, running for my life.

3: When I finally got to where I thought was a safe place, I collapsed.

I'm done running, I can't run anymore. I'm done.

I just sat there, thinking about my life, if I would make it out of this forest alive, and what they would do if they caught me.

Shall I be made to suffer the same fate as that man back in the city? Or will a worse fate await me?

I fell into a reluctant and fear-ridden sleep. A sleep in which I never wanted, yet needed immensely.

4: Suddenly, I awaken from my nightmare sleep to find two people, Banditos, hovering over me. One of them has short, shaven hair while the other has somewhat curly hair and a pair of yellow drumsticks. I attempt to utter out the words "Who are you guys?", but nothing comes out of my mouth, and I'm stuck trying to speak and making no sound.

"It's alright, don't strain yourself. You're safe now," promised the one whose yellow duct tape was around him in an 'X' shape.

I nodded, and they helped me up. We started walking into the camp.

When we got into the camp, the Bandito beside the one with the mask suggested that I should have a tour of the camp, and his friend agreed.

"I'm sorry, we really haven't introduced ourselves, have we. My name is Tyler Joseph, this is my friend and head of the Banditos, Josh Dun," Josh waves and smiles, and Tyler motions towards the camp, "And this is our camp. Make yourself at home, please,"

I nod my head.

"Do you have a name? I mean, if you're able to talk, that is. If not, we can get you something for that," Josh inquired.

Before I was able to try to speak, a flood of Banditos, young and old, came flocking towards me, Tyler, and Josh. All I remember of what happened next is that everything went black and I collapsed.

5: A young Bandito is patrolling the perimeter of the Bandito camp. As he walks, he scans the tops of trees and the edges of the beaten path below. Something catches his eye from the ground, beckoning him to take a closer look. As he stoops down, he finds a stranger's belongings. What lies there is a red robe and an identification card. The red robe smells of death and hurt. The name on the identification card reads Savanna Keons. The face seems familiar to the young Bandito. He knows this woman, but from where? He decides to put the red robe and identification card in his carrying sack and continue patrolling the outskirts of their small camp. He goes home and realizes who the young lady is and how he recognizes her. There will be a time to show this information, but now is not it, the Bandito thinks.

6: When I awaken, I seemed to be in an infirmary of some sort, and all I see in front of me is Tyler and something else. The "something else" was small and round, with a circular head, horns, and long ears. Its eyes were like deep chasms, vast and expansive. Its color was a silvery grey. At first sight, I was frightened. I'd never seen something like this before.

"What is that? What does it do?" I asked Tyler, frightened by the newness of the being.

"Oh, him? This is our little buddy, Ned!", Ned waved at me shyly, "He's a nice companion to have, not really used to new people though. I'm sure he'll grow to like you, though!"

"Oh, ok! Well, hi, Ned!" I said while sticking my hand out towards him.

Ned just takes a couple of steps back, like he’s frightened of me.

Tyler looks confused towards Ned, asking, “What’s wrong, little buddy? What is it?”

He turns to me, saying, “He’s not usually like this, I’m sorry, I just don’t understand why he’d be like this.”

I start to get nervous, “Is there any other times when he’s like this?”

“Yea, actually, he’s usually like this when there are Bishops around, but I don’t see any, and he’s doing it only towards you, oddly”, he says, scratching his head.

I had to make an excuse, and quick, “Uh, well, I got tackled by a Bishop, and I fought him and ran away,”

Tyler looked quite unimpressed, but just said alright and left it at that, “So, how was your day so far?”

“Boring, seeing as I have to stay in this hospital bed til you guys decide what to do with me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, we’re going to have a meeting tonight, that’s one of the topics we’ll discuss,”

“Alright. Well, stay safe!”

Tyler kind of chuckles and says, “Alright, I will, Logan. You stay alive now, ok?”

“Ok,”

“Promise?”

“Promise”

7: “So, have we all came to a consensus?” leader Josh Dun inquires.

“Wait!” a young bandito exclaims, “I forgot about something important”.

“What is it, Jake?”

“I found this while I was walking the perimeter of our camp. It’s a Bishop’s cloak and a Dema identification card for a Savannah Keons,”

The entire crowd gasps,

“If you look closely at the picture, you’ll see it’s the newcomer”. Jake hands the cloak and card to Ned, who then hands it to Tyler.

Tyler and Josh take a while looking at it and debating what to do with the newcomer at this point, with all the new information that was presented just seconds ago.

“But Josh, she’s one of them! What if she came to spy on us? What if?”

“And, what if she was captured or found out the truth and is coming to start anew?”

“But, But what if-”

Josh puts his hands on Tyler’s shoulders, “Ok, ok, calm down, it’s all alright. Remember, my friend, everyone deserves a second chance, no matter what they’ve done,”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Tyler sighs.

“Now, go tell Logan to meet us at the bonfire tonight,”

“Alright,”

8: I was sitting on a stump fidgeting when Tyler and Josh came out. When I heard the flap of the makeshift tent door, I jumped up, terrified of what would come next. They already know, they already know, I’m gonna get fed to the vultures, or worse!!!

Tyler comes up to me while Josh hangs back, observing.

“Hey, Logan?” Tyler says when he gets closer to me. I start to get nervous and tremble

“Y-yes?”

“Uh, do you know what these are?” he shows me my past belongings: my cloak, badly damaged and worn, and my (former) id card, which insists on keeping me prisoner in my own skin.

I say, trying to keep the twang of fear in my voice at bay, to no avail, “Why are these here?”

“One of our Banditos picked these up patrolling the perimeter of camp. Are these really yours?” he inquired softly.

Terror runs through me as everyone’s eyes lock onto my frail being. I can’t keep it out as I yell, “It was never meant to be this way!!!” I fall onto the ground, my head forcing itself into my hands, curled up like a child.

I hear gasps, then silence.

After a while of this silence, I feel something touching my arm, like a kitten wanting affection. At first, I flinch at this new contact and yank myself up to a cradled sitting position, face wet from the salty tears that have striped patches of oil from my face, leaving them feeling like bandages.

When I look at what or who was touching me, it was Josh. He whispers to me, “It’s alright, we’ve accepted you into our crew. You’re safe from those who wish to do you harm here.”

Baffled by his actions, I say, “But I was one of them. I was sent to harm you guys,” I give a tear-filled inhale and exhale, “Why are you letting me in?”

He just smiles and says, nodding at Tyler at the end, “Because everyone deserves a second chance.” Everyone starts cheering and clapping, and Josh sticks his hand out to me. I grab his hand and he helps me up, “C’mon, we need to get you cleaned up, or else Ned’ll never warm up to you!” Josh says with a laugh. I laugh along, hearing everyone clapping and cheering me on. Me, not that dema kid who supported the murder of all those innocent people. That person was long gone, and I am what remains.

9: After everything goes quiet and all the applause stops, I inquire, “Hey, Josh, where are we going, exactly?”

“East, to where your past wrongs will be righted, to where you can be free to start anew.”

“Alright,” I say, and continue following.

When we finally get to where Josh was taking me, all I can say is wow. The place looked magnificent, like the angels themselves carved this place from the earth and put their hearts and souls into creating it.

There was a shallow, burbling waterfall trickling softly into a pond lined with several light-colored rocks, some sparkling and some not. This wondrous sight was lit by the vivid green lampshade of the trees, the leaves deflecting the sun’s rays here and there. There was greenery and assorted berry bushes and shrubs around the pond, and the entire place looked like it came from the garden of Eden.

After I was done taking in the awe of this mystical and magical place, Josh turned around while I bathed in the healing waters of this pond.

When I was done, there was a towel and a pair of Bandito attire in the tree next to me. I say thanks and josh replies with, “Don’t worry, I didn’t look,”

When we got back to camp, Tyler and Ned were waiting on us. Josh went up to Tyler, did a secret handshake, and introduced me as the new member of the crew.

He started the bonfire, and for the first time in a long time, I was with family, with people who wouldn’t hesitate to die for my sake, and for who I would die for in an instant. I was with people of my own kind. At that very moment, I could care less about what they were saying about me in the city, cause they’re talking about someone who never was.

10: My first week at camp, and I already feel at home. I’ve gotten better acquainted with our leaders, Ned too, and found a couple of friends among the crowd. A couple of notable ones I met early on; one of them happened to be the first Bandito I ever seen, remember him? Well, it turns out his name is Rodney Garron, and he’s an aroace enby who’s in a platonic relationship with his straight adhd counterpart George Evergreen. When I first saw them both in camp, Rodney almost had a heart attack, shouting, “You’re that Bishop kid! Don’t take me back! You can’t take me!!!!” Now that I’m thinking about it, their friend had to calm him down.

Oh! I’m sorry about the confusion, Rodney likes to be referred to as he or they. Anyways, back to it then.

After their friend calmed him down, he explained everything about himself, how he grew up watching Good Day Dema, how they came to the camp in the middle of a snowstorm, and how seeing a Bishop take off their hood and offer their hand took several hours of heavy meditation to get over. I laughed and said sorry to that last one.

On another note, I got to see someone I haven’t seen since I was in training up in the city. he used to be my teacher, he was my teacher for all of my training, and I was wondering what happened to him…

“I thought you were dead, teach?”

“Miracles happen, my young one,”

“But, they said you were exterminated! They said tha-”

“They say, they say, they say. They say one thing, but what does your heart say?”

I hesitate, give him a big hug, and demand him tell me how he escaped.

This is Logan Slife, and this is my story.

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damndaehyung · 5 years ago

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Tyler Lee Must Die ll PT 1

Daniel Choi John Tucker Must Die Au

Prologue.

One.

“So i don’t suppose you are actually going to stick around this time? You know maybe have a sophomore slump on campus,” Emily said as she pulled at her garlic bread tearing it to tiny pieces, a nervous habit she had since she was a baby.

Daniel raised an eyebrow running a finger around the rim of his glass, “Emily you do a sophomore slump isn’t a good thing right? It usually means you didn’t do as good as your first attempt,” he frowned. “Surely my lovely baby cousin wouldn’t be suggesting that i would flop at an art degree,” he snorted. He joked about it but in all honesty, he wasn’t doing well with online learning, infact he was doing so bad that Caleb and Dongwoo had told him he’d would be missing out on the entirety of the Spring/Summer fashion season and Fall/Winter was up for discussion depending on his grades.

“No what i was hinting at was you staying on Campus so i have someone i know i can completely rely on,” Emily sighed, a small frown making its way onto her lips. “I know i should be able to handle it on my own and i have been, I made a bunch of new friends , even gotta job - in the cafe down the road,” she added. “It would just be nice to have -”

“Your favourite cousin here as well,” Daniel suggested with a grin. “Aww Emily you are such a cutie,” Daniel cooed. Emily’s cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink and eyes narrowed.

“I take it back leave -” Emily huffed taking a bite of her garlic as threateningly as possible, which in Emily’s case was not very threatening at all. Daniel snorted, swirling his wine around before taking a sip, looking around the restaurant, nose scrunching up as he watched a guy kiss attack his girlfriends neck. Daniel scrunched his nose up, straight people - disgusting, he contemplated grabbing one of the rolls and tossing at them but thought better of it, it would be such a waste of bread.

“Oh you noticed Tyler Lee,” Emily said rolling her eyes. “Apparently he is a big deal,” she scoffed. Daniel smirked glad that Emily seemed to still find men disgusting, one good thing about him staying on campus would mean he could make sure she never grew to be interested in some good for nothing man.

“I mean with the way he is attacking that girls neck i can see why, it’s not every day you get to see a vampire in real life,” Daniel commented with an eye-roll. “How is it that I, a gay man, know more about woman erogenous zones, than that guy,” he said shaking his head.

“Well i get the feeling that her pleasure isn’t number one on his list,” Emily said. “And please never say erogenous zones again, you spent way too much money on this meal for me to vomit up because you decided to try and make me sick,” she joked.

“Erogenous zones,” Daniel said with a smirk. “If you want a tip the most pleasurable spot on a man is -” he started to speak before a piece of garlic bread landed in his hair. Daniel blinked owlishly pulling the piece of garlic bread out of his hair and glaring at Emily. “Seriously Em,” he shook his head.

Two.

“And who is that?” Daniel whispered to Emily nodding towards the shorter barista he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off. Emily swirled around to see whom he was talking about, one day he would talk to the girl about not been so obvious.

“Oh Sungjae,” she said raising an eyebrow at Daniel. “One of my new bosses so whatever you are thinking no -” she said seriously.

“Emily,” Daniel sighed dramitically, “What i am thinking would get you a promotion and a raise,” he commented wriggling at Emily, images of what he could do to Sungjae floated into his head, he liked what he saw a lot.

“Gross,” Emily said nose scrunching up. “And knowing you i’d be fired in a week if you actually got your way,” she huffed. “And really i thought M would be your type,” she said looking over to the other barista, he was indeed an attractive guy, those dimples he was flashing every customer was enough to make Daniel aww but the way Sungjae was putting down a frat boy who thought he was above lining up was more interesting, plus something about Sungjae was doing it for Daniel.

“I mean he is okay -” Daniel shrugged, “If they were up for a threesome i wouldn’t say no,” he said as Emily made a vomiting sound. “Look Emily, I won’t do anything too bad, I’ve been thinking having an actual boyfriend might be nice, just for a little bit, so is he single or -” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Emily said with a shrug. “No go find a booth, I gotta get back to work before just your mere presence gets me fired,” she said shoving him towards a free both. “Go,” she huffed.

“Fine, fine,” Daniel laughed. “Go make some money,” he said. Daniel wrinkled his nose opening the menu, eyes flickering across it. Maybe Emily will actually be nice and send Sungjae over to him to take his order.

He was broke out of his fantasy before very feminine giggles and a low moan coming from the both behind him. His eye twitched in annoyance why were hets so gross. He scoffed counting to ten in his kind normally he’d turn around give these people a piece of his mind but he didn’t want to cause a scene at Emily’s work. She’d never forgive him, plus he didn’t want his first interaction with Sungjae been him potentially getting thrown out of his cafe.

“Ty stop,” the girl giggled. Yes please Ty stop, Daniel didn’t want his ear to start bleeding. It seemed for a moment that “Ty” listened to his girlfriend because there was silence, beautiful wonderful silence that Daniel really should have appreciated more, until a loud groan and Ty proclaiming how much he loved it when his girlfriend spoke French. Daniel had never been more disgusted in a language in his life infact France as an entire nation had been wiped by him and that half of Canda that spoke that bastardized version of French.

Much too Danie’s relief Ty had suggested he and his partner ‘go somewhere more comfortable’, Daniel nose scrunched up in disgust but he supposed he should be thankful they were actually leaving. It seemed he was being rewarded for being a good cousin because he spotted his barista boy making his way over. It seemed this couple had something against him because by sneaking out of their booth had blocked Sungjae from getting to him. He glared at the couple getting a proper look at the guy, recognition hitting him, it was the wannabe vampire from the restaurant but the girl he currently had his arm wrapped around was not the same victim. He almost felt sorry for the girl, or he would have but given she had in a hand in causing Daniel’s temporary deafness and blocking him from meeting his new beau he felt no sympathy - some people were so selfish.

Three

“So you are really doing the whole college thing?” Joshua asked nose wrinkling in disgust as he sat on the edge of Daniel’s bed, Daniel hummed in acknowledgement as he riffled through all the ‘gifts’ he had received, designers had sent him the newest ‘ready to wear’ pieces in hoping he would become a walking billboard for them and Joshua had come bearing gifts to apparently mourn his career. “Why can’t you just sleep with a few professors like i did?” he asked laying back on Daniel’s bed.

“Because unlike you I have some standards,” Daniel snorted. “I take it this is from you?” he asked holding up a little black bag with the words for your pleasure on it.

“Since when?” Josh laughed. “And maybe, or maybe some designer really wants you to be their ‘muse’,” he said with a giggle. “But seriously Dae, you are doing this? I mean early morning classes? An ungodly amount of hoodies? Pretending to care about your schools pride?” Josh said disgust getting clearer with every word. “Babe there has to be a way out of this, i can’t let my best friend slash greatest rival go down this path,” he whined.

“How are you being a bigger sook about this than i am,” Daniel laughed. “I thought you’d be happy, maybe now you can finally get booked,” Daniel said earning a pillow to the face. “But really i will be fine, I’ll just go to class, hang out with Em and hopefully hook up with her cute boss,” he said with a grin.

“Hopefully hook up?” Josh questioned. “Since when do you have to hope to hook up? Oh god you’ve been here five minutes and your already losing sex appeal, next thing you’ll be telling me you’ve got a boyfriend and a cat -” he gasped. “No no,” he said shaking his head. “I can’t let this happen, c’mon lets get going we need to get you dicked down properly,” he said a determined look on his face.

“What you can’t do that yourself anymore,” Daniel teased climbing on top of him. “Oh that’s right you could never keep up with me could you,” he said leaning down so their faces were inches away from each other. “Joshie, your heart is racing and I can feel you against my thigh - you wanna tell me again how i lost my sex appeal,” Daniel whispered in Josh’s ear causing the shorter boy to throw him off him. Daniel winched landing with a thud, asshole.

“I hate you,” Josh pouted. “But seriously let's go out, I have some shopping to do and after that we can go out for dinner and then hit a club unless of course you’ve got some college frat party you want to go,” he said leaning down to look at Daniel, a shit eating grin on his face “Should i get you a snapback just incase.”

“Haha,” Daniel deadpanned, “And mock it all you want but you know i would look amazing in a snapback or beside a frat boy,” he huffed.

Josh shook his head, “The fact that you even said that proves that you desperately get out,” he said swinging his legs over. “I can’t have people know my old hook up is hanging out with frat boys, my reputation will be ruined,” he sighed dramatically.

“Your reputation, “ Daniel snorted. “Sweetie everybody knows exactly what you are like,” he said, causing Josh to roll his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, anyway let's get going, I am bored and way too hot too be stuck in your bedroom,” he said, leaping up. Daniel rolled his eyes biting back the truth which was he wasn’t hot enough to be in Daniel’s bedroom.

“Ugh it’s them,” Josh groaned with an eyeroll. Daniel downing his sake, gesturing vaguely for Joshua to continue. “The couple who thought they owned the La Perla store,” he huffed. Daniel scoffed in recognition, ah yes he remembered Joshua complaining about them, Joshua’s shopping included picking up some garter belts because apparently one of the many, many people he was seeing was into that and when he went to go get them a couple was treating the store like their personal property and having their own little fashion show. Daniel who choose to stay outside spent his time playing on his phone outside of the store and really could have lived without knowing any of it.

“Where?” Daniel asked. “And why do we care?” he said bored. The dinner had been going so well, The Araki, a wonderfully exclusive restaurant that focused on Japanese cuisine. It had them reminiscing off their times spent in Japan back when they were more friends then whatever they were now and now he choose to focus on a couple who couldn’t care less about him. “Oh do you want to join in? Make it a ménage à trois?” Daniel teased.

“He isn’t my type, I like pretty people,” Josh commented. “And over there,” he said barely nodding in the direction. Daniel raised an eyebrow pulling his phone out and making sure it was in selfie mood, in the corner of the screen and saw the couple Joshua had been referring to.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed as he placed the phone back down. Ofcourse it had to be him, Tyrion or whatever his name was. This was the third he had seen this guy out with his girlfriend and once again the girl was completely different from the previous. “Do you know him?” Joshua asked. “Please tell me you haven’t,” Joshua said. “Dae, that isn’t the barista is it because if so i don’t care what Cal says i am taking you with me,” he huffed.

“No, not exactly,” Daniel said. “And don’t compare Sungjae to that,” Daniel snapped. “No, apparently he is the college casanova,” he said rolling his eyes. “If you are finished we can just go, I seem to distinctly remember you mentioned something about going to a club to get me dicked down,” Daniel laughed. Joshua just grinned pretty much leaping up. “Let’s get you laid baby.”

four

“Look what i got,” Joshua said, bouncing over to Daniel, looking the very image of sin, blonde mused in every direction, lips swollen, neck littered in hickies, shirt hastily buttoned up and fly undone.

“An STD? Daniel said, raising an eyebrow taking a sip of his rum and coke, looking at him judgemental. The night that was supposed to be for him, had quickly turned to Joshua ditching him pretty much on arrival. Daniel couldn’t even enjoy his drink in peace though because despite being in the VIP lounge he had been hit on by several men and even a few women - none of which was his type. Looks like it would just be him and his hand tonight.

“Funny,” Joshua said with an eyeroll, sliding into the booth. “Apparently frat boys have a use after all,” he giggled holding up two baggies, one was obviously pot but the other was a bag full of tiny white tablets. Daniel’s eyes widened as harshly told Joshua to put them away. He wasn’t one of those ‘don’t do drugs’ kind of people, he himself had enjoyed a joint every now and then but that was it. He had told Joshua many times that he wasn’t interested in any hard drugs but the boy just rolled his eyes and told Daniel to stop being a baby.

“Joshua,” Daniel sighed. “Why would suddenly start trusting frat boys?” he asked.

“Well since one of them had a massive di-” he started before bursting out into a fit of giggles. “Don’t worry i already tested the products , it safe and its good really good,” he said sliding closer so he was practically on Daniel’s lap . “Don’t you wanna have some fun Dae?” he offered, hand reaching out and caressing Daniel’s face. Daniel shook his head seeing how bloodshot Joshua’s eyes were.

“Okay,” Daniel said causing the other boy to grin leaning forward, Daniel moved just in time to dodge Joshua’s kiss, instead the boy landed awkwardly on his jaw. “But first we have to get you some water, don’t want you passing out before we start do we?” he said as Joshua groaned but shook his head.

“Okay you stay here, you can be a good boy for me can’t you pretty?” he whispered into his friend’s ear, sliding out from underneath him.

Once he escaped Joshua’s grasp he made his way over to the bar, pushing past the mess of bodies on the dancefloor. He finally got to the busiest part of the club, the bar. Squeezing next to a couple who were pushed up against each other, giggling like stupid school kids.

“Hey what can i get you?’ One of the staff asked looking at Daniel before Daniel could respond. The couple pulled away from each other, the male letting out enough annoyed huff. Daniel turned to them, shaking his head as he saw who it was. Ofcourse it would be him, apparently all straight couple’s in the greater London area included Tyson or whatever his name. “Is there a problem?” the bartender asked.

“No,” the girl, notable a different one responded, two girls in one night - what a classy guy. “It’s just we had been waiting here for a while,” she said. Daniel had to bit his tongue to stop himself from pointing out that maybe the whole attached at the lips, hips and whatever other areas were intertwined together probably didn’t help out getting their drink.

“Right,” Daniel said , “Look, can I just get water and whatever this lovely couple is having infact double it,” he said before anyone could say anything else. The bartender nodded turning to the couple to ask what they are having before taking Daniel’s card and returning with it and a bottle of water a few seconds later before turning to make the couple their drinks. Daniel started to push away before the guy grabbed him, Daniel swore if he started some sort of i don’t need your charity or don’t buy drinks for my girls bullshit he would honestly lose it.

“Here,” he said shoving a few 50 pound notes into his hand. Daniel looked down,tempted to throw it on the floor but deciding he didn’t need an extra drama. He nodded quickly pushing past him and back to the VIP booth only to find Joshua making out with some guy.

Why does he even bother.

Fifth and last

“Was that that Typhoon guy and another girl?” Daniel asked incredolously as he saw Tyler sat on the campus greens with yet another girl. “It’s the fifth one, doesn’t he get tired?” he said. As M who offered to be his tour guide laughed. “Seriously does he have a magic dick? Why would all these girls waste their time on him?”

“Why does it bother you?” M asked raising an eyebrow. “Does young Daniel have a crush?”

“On that man?” Daniel asked before laughing. “Sweetie no ,i want to suck your bestfriend’s brain out through his dick, pretty sure Taylor isn’t my type,” he said bluntly ignoring the way M face contorted in disgust. “I am just confused, straight people make no sense, why would you want five girlfriends,” he said nose scrunching up at the mere thought.

“Well technically it’s only four girlfriends,” M said, “that we know off,” he shrugged. “But the girl he is currently sitting with his little sister, “ M supplied. “How they are related i will never understand, Tara is pretty cool while Tyler is -”

“A whore?” Daniel offered. “But still four girlfriends,” he shook his head.

“Yeah it’s pretty awful, he even has a whole system,” M said frowning. “He dates girls from different cliques because he knows they would never talk to each other,” M explained, how M knew this was not Daniel’s concern but he felt a brief respect for the Tybalt guy, he was creative. “And he tells them that if his mother finds out he is dating anyone she will tell the basketball coach to drop him, so they all keep it a secret,” M continued.

“And the believe that?”

“Love is blindness Daniel,” M laughed.

#story #oc

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beanfic · 6 years ago

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Birthday Girl

Pairing: Josh Dun x reader

Word count: 1857

Warnings: Fluff!!

Author’s note: (side note: sorry this is so late but I had my concert today!!) I wrote this on a plane to texas! And today IS MY BIRTHDAY!! WOO!!! I hope you enjoy this fic :) <3

“Wake up birthday girl!” Josh sung as he swung open the blinds that were keeping the bright morning sun out of your room. You groaned as you flipped the blanket above your head to protect your eyes from the sudden light.

“I hate birthdays,” you grumbled. You felt the blanket be tugged off your body leaving you exposed to Josh who was staring down at you. He was holding a plate with a waffle on it and you couldn’t help but smile at his attempt at a whipped cream heart on the top. There was also a candle in the middle of the waffle that was unlit.

“Make a wish,” he whispered as he pulled out a lighter from his pocket. The pink striped candle lit and made the whipped cream instantly start to melt. “Hurry!”

“Alright!” You sat up and quickly leaned over to blow out the candle.

“What did you wish for?”

“Joshie, I can’t tell you,” you giggled. He handed you the plate and you instantly started eating the waffle. It was still warm and was delicious. Josh sat down next to you on the bed and wrapped his arm around you.

“You better get dressed,” he whispered into your ear.

“What are we doing today?”

Josh raised his left eyebrow, “It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise? You know I hate those!” you sighed.

“I know,” he planted a kiss to the top of your head. “But today is different!”

“As long as there is no hiking or anything like that.”

“Nope, nothing like that,” he reassured you.

You were excited for the day even though you despised the thought of not knowing what you were doing. You also were wondering where your presents were from Josh, even though you knew it was wrong of you to just expect them but you still got that sinking feeling in your stomach that he didn’t get you anything.

Josh took your empty plate and headed down the hallway to the kitchen. You reluctantly flung yourself out of your warm bed and dragged yourself to the bathroom. You popped a few pimples while the shower was heating behind you. The water woke you up more, and you made sure to not take too long washing your hair or body but you still wanted to feel clean. It is your birthday, after all.

“You almost ready?” Josh knocked on the bathroom door before slowly opening it. You stood there in your towel while blow drying your hair.

“Almost!”

“My beautiful birthday girl,” Josh said quietly. He stood behind you, making sure to avoid the direct heat from the dryer, and wrapped his arms around your waist. His lips planted soft kisses on your neck making you giggle and squirm.

“Joshua Dun! I’m not going to go any quicker if you keep distracting me!”

“Maybe I could give you an early birthday present?” He murmured as his finger slid under the top of your towel.

“Stop it, Josh,” you were now full on laughing.

“Tonight?”

“Tonight,” you stated. Josh left the bathroom so you could focus on finishing getting ready for the day.

Picking an outfit for a day filled with events that you were not aware of ended up being more difficult than you expected. You didn’t want to be too casual, but you also did not want to be too fancy. The weather also played an important role because you didn’t want to be too cool or hot either.

Eventually, you decided on a pair of slim denim jeans topped with a nice black t-shirt and you also were going to bring your Nike sweatshirt to incase you got too cold in wherever you were doing.

“There’s my beautiful birthday gi-”

“Joshua! Stop calling me that! I don’t like my birthday!” you cut him off by slapping your hand on his mouth.

“But I love you and you deserve the best birthday ever,” he said after you removed your hand.

“Thank you, but just lay low on the birthday girl pet name okay?”

“Okay,” Josh chuckled. “I have something for you!” Josh walked over to the table in your entryway and picked up a small white envelope.

“A birthday card?” you guessed.

Josh shook his head, “Just open it!” You grabbed a hold of the envelope and opened it up to reveal another small piece of paper with some writing on it.

I want to shoot my shot

I would hate to miss

Go to the place

Where we had our first kiss.

“A riddle?”

“Can you solve it?” he teased but you just looked at him with a glare.

“Of course, the high school basketball court! Do I drive there?”

Josh nodded as he pulled out his keys to his Tesla. Your eyes widened as you realized he was going to let you drive his expensive car.

“No way,” you whispered.

“Yes, way now let's get going!”

The inside of the Tesla was smooth and you made sure to fix the seat and mirror so you could see out of it. The screen lit up as the engine roared to life. You had driven the Tesla once, and have ridden in it on multiple occasions but the speed always surprised you.

The high school was about forty minutes away on the freeway but Josh kept you entertained by serenading you to this love playlist he had made you for valentines day a few years back.

You pulled into the parking lot and immediately recognized the other car that was parked in the almost empty parking lot.

“What is Tyler doing here?” you asked Josh but all he did was smile as you sarcastically. You groaned and hopped out of the car. Tyler wasn’t in his car so you guessed he was probably inside. You swung open the gym doors to reveal Tyler standing in the middle of the court wearing a birthday party hat and holding a noisemaker in his mouth.

“Happy birthday!” He held his arms open for a hug.

“What’re you doing here, Ty?” you asked him as you pulled away from the hug. You looked over to Josh who continued his smile.

“This is for you,” Tyler spoke as he handed you another envelope.

“Thank you,” you sighed as you opened it up to another riddle.

Bunnies are white

And they like to hop

They must like caffeine

Go to our favorite coffee shop

“Pricilla’s?” you asked turning towards Josh who was now beaming. He nodded excitedly and you rushed towards the door back to the car.

“Thank you, Tyler!” Josh called out before he started to jog after you.

“I can’t believe you had Tyler hang out there just so he could hand me an envelope!”

“You just wait,” Josh sneered.

“Oh boy,” you sighed. The car ride to Pricilla’s was about the same time as before because it is right next to your and Josh’s house. Josh held your hand the entire way there which was comforting because you were starting to get nervous about who or what was going to be at this coffee shop.

You pulled into the parking lot and from what you could notice it was pretty busy. You scanned the lot for any cars you recognized but none popped out to you.

“Let’s go in,” Josh said placing his hand in the small of your back, guiding you towards the shop. He opened the door allowing you to walk in first, and the nostalgic smell of mocha filled your nose.

“Happy birthday!” the coffee shop employees shouted in unison. You stopped dead in your tracks and looked up at Josh who was grinning ear to ear.

“I can’t believe you,” you mumbled under your breath as you headed towards the counter.

“Happy birthday! What can I get for you?” the barista asked. You had recognized her from before.

“Thank you, could I order an iced peppermint mocha, please?”

“Sure thing! Anything for you?” she asked looking towards Josh but he shook his head. You started to get your wallet out but the Barista interrupted you. “It’s on the house, birthday treat.”

You smiled, “Thank you!”

“Having fun today so far?” Josh asked and you nodded.

“Is there another riddle?”

“Just wait!” he chuckled. He brushed your hair behind your ear.

“Y/N?” the barista called out with your finished drink. You headed down and grabbed it, but along with your drink was another envelope.

“Thank you,” you smiled. You quickly handed your drink to Josh as you ripped open the next riddle.

The next place is nice

Filled with sounds of barks

Lots of kids and laughter

It's one of our favorite parks

“The dog park!” you exclaimed. It was the place Josh would always take you when you were feeling down because just seeing the dogs run around filled you with happiness. Fortunately, t was only a five-minute drive away from the coffee shop.

“Yes!” Josh intertwined his fingers with yours as you quickly walked back to the car. Once you arrived at the park you were quick to recognize the golden retriever that came running to your car.

“Jim!” you squatted down and opened your arms to the puppy. Josh had gotten him a month ago but Jordan had been helping training him while Josh had been busy with recording. You missed having that little puppy lick you awake in the morning, but Josh’s kisses are almost just as good.

“Happy birthday Sis!” Jordan called out, holding the leash tight in his hand.

“Thanks, Dunk!” you stood up and gave him a hug.

“I believe this is yours,” Jordan said as he handed another envelope.

“Another one?” you looked back at Josh who nodded. You opened it up to read the next riddle.

The next place isn’t fancy

Nothing like Rome

But its the best

Now go home.

“Well, this one got straight to the point didn’t it?” you giggled. “Bye Jordan! Bye JImothy.” You made sure to give the puppy lots of kisses before heading back to the car to drive back home.

“That was the last one!” Josh stated as he got buckled.

“Really? That was fun!”

Good!” Josh smiled over at you.

“What’s at home?” you asked but Josh shrugged his shoulders and started to whistle.

“You annoy me, Joshua Dun.”

“I know,” he laughed. You pulled into the driveway and followed Josh up the stairs to your front door where he unlocked it.

“Surprise!”

You jumped back as the room filled with people jumping out at you and yelling. Balloons were hung up everywhere along with streamers. There were your family, as well as Jordan and Jim, Tyler and Jenna, and some of your other girlfriends.

“Josh you did all this?” you asked looking up at him. He nodded and all you could do was pull him for a kiss. You couldn’t believe that he had set up a scavenger hunt so then he could surprise you with a party.

“I wanted today to be special for my beautiful birthday girl.”

“Thank you, Josh, I love you so much!”

“I love you too, now you have a party to attend!”

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Bittersweet [002]

Bittersweet is a con-artist!Brendon Urie x barista!Reader AU, and also a “We know each other but we don’t know we know each other” AU.

Warnings: Profanity, Kleptomania, Con-Artist AU, TØP and MCR cameos

A/n: NGL I wrote this a while ago. I have the next part written (it’s to bridge a time gap so it’s not too content heavy). Part four, however...is where the real fun will begin...Enjoy :)

For once Tyler's doing work today, partially because you haven’t been able to take your eyes off your phone since you left your apartment. You walked to your station, didn’t even put your apron on for a good twenty minutes, and so far you’ve only been interrupted by Josh’s confused stares and Tyler asking how to make everything.

You’ve spent the day revisiting your high-school colleague’s Instagrams, looking for you and the guy who insisted you call “Clyde” in the background of every photo. It started with going to Jenna’s account, searching through her followers for some names guaranteed to have been there, then going ham with your detective skills.

And yet you haven’t found anything. Maybe it’s good there’s no photo evidence (as far as you know) of you and Clyde, considering you did manage to snatch a couple thousand dollars worth of jewelry which you gasp recalling considering you’re fairly certain you chucked your clothes off you the second you walked into your bedroom….you’ll have to look for those later.

You have managed to find—“Y/n, Toro alert,” Tyler interrupts your thoughts, plucking your phone from your hands and leaving you stunned and against the counter. He forces a smile before slipping your phone in his back pocket and nudging you toward your latest customer. You instinctively smile at them and go to ask for their order, but after processing who they are all you can do is choke on some laughter.

“Oh! Brendon! Uh, hi…what can I get for ya?”

He’s back again, Brendon Urie, just as formally dressed today as he was yesterday albeit a little less put together. He’s wearing a black collared shirt and black jeans. Pretty much the same thing but there’s an irritated look to his face.

He twists his lips to the side as he looks to his phone and mumbles, “Sorry.”

You take his silence to look off into space and think back to the morning you’ve had.

Your boss Ray knocks you out of your state when he slips past you, saying bye then waving to you all working before walking out the door, his things packed up in his bag and his jacket hung over his forearm.

“Heh, sorry.” Brendon puts his phone down on the counter and looks up to the menu. “Uh, the usual?”

You suck your lip in between your teeth. It takes him a moment to realize he hasn’t been as much of a regular as he thinks he has so he calrifies with, “Uh, Sickly Strawberry.” He grins and pats his fingers against the counter. “Please…”

“Ah, I see. It’s the usual now is it?”

“Heh, as far as I can see.”

Brendon watches you grab a cup, and after you hold up a medium and make sure he’s fine with the size (he is, so he nods), he watches you scribble his name on the side in blue ink. Last time it was red, and he feels a bit foolish for being so bummed by the change but he doesn’t bring it up.

“One Sickly Strawberry coming right up!” You’re as enthusiastic as you can be. Honestly, his presence helps that, and you go about making his drink while he stays at the counter.

He doesn’t move, not even when Tyler comes and stands beside you. Tyler leans, elbow against the cool (and sticky) countertop while he speaks softly and nods toward the door. “Ray’s gone you know, I’ll take care of this.” You hum, hoping he’ll elaborate, and you suppose he does when he takes advantage of your loose grip on the cup and takes it for himself. He moves it enough to remove it from your grasp but keeps it right where it’s supposed to be as the machine does its work. “That strawberry drink, right?”

You raise a brow at him and he lowers his, looking at you from behind them. “Uh…yeah?” You say, then sputter, “it’s fine, I got it.” You grab the cup but he doesn’t budge.

He instead lowers his voice and drops his chin to his chest. “Don’t worry about it Y/n. You’ve been out of it all day.” You give in, letting him take the cup and he goes to continue the job and blend the strawberries with the ice and milk.

When he has nothing to do but watch the blades do their work he reaches into his pocket and hands you your phone. He spares you a glance, then goes back to keeping them trained on the drink.

You stay beside him and take a peek at Brendon, on his phone and swaying softly in his spot. Then your phone buzzes. The sensation against your hand is enough to make you jump and elicit a look off worry from Tyler, but after giving him a shaky smile you check your notifications.

A message from Clyde.

Tyler starts tapping his foot to the beat of some song too soft and far-off, especially with the blender right by your ears. You watch him push himself to his tip-toes and stretch back, slyly trying to get a glimpse at your screen.

Normally you would question what inspired him to work so efficiently, but first of all, it’s not like you’ve ever gotten the chance to because it’s far from normal. And second of all your mind’s too damn occupied with the events of last night to really care. It was an adrenaline pumping affair infused with sexual tension and the feeling of holding more than your net-worth in one hand. And suddenly the sky’s dim today, the clouds hang over casting the world in a gloom, and that makes it the perfect environment for a packed crowd. Knowing it’s no longer Halloween or the month of October makes it slightly bearable, but a lot more boring.

Tyler chuckles, “Guess it worked out with you and Clyde.”

“Huh?” You look at your screen. Huh, you forgot that fast. Well, that single message has jumped up to seven. You quirk a brow and open your messages. You can only get a peek at the paragraphs before looking away and blinking in surprise. They have a frantic attitude attached to all of them. You squeeze your eyes shut and groan.

“No wonder you’re so occupied.”

You groan again and whine softly, stamping your foot to the ground and twisting your body to face Tyler as he tops the drink with whipped cream. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know….just that you two seem to have a lot to talk about.”

“Yeah…” You sigh.

“So…” There’s a click as he pops the lid onto Brendon’s drink, still standing there and typing away at his phone. Tyler keeps his voice down and nods over at him. “Still want me to be your wingman with him?”

You scoff and Tyler presses his lips together tight, shrugging. “Of course I do!” You say and he blinks in surprise.

“Oh?”

You nod rapidly. “That,” you roll your eyes and spit, “Clyde guy wasn’t even a fling.”

“I…see?” You walk around Tyler and grab the drink. He keeps his eyes squinted and on you, trying to figure out what exactly could be going on between you two. He doesn’t want to prod and despite knowing you for such a short time he believes you when you say it’s not a fling, but doesn’t quite trust the idea of nothing going on. Nothing at all.

You slam the drink down in front of Brendon, keeping your fingers wrapped around the bottom of the cup. Brendon picks his head up, almost slipping his phone into his back pocket before noticing your whole body and eyes still turned to Tyler.

“It was not a fling.” You assure him.

“Not a fling,” he repeats, stepping closer. You nod and smile, not bothering to stop him when he takes your phone and skims over the messages. Your arm is still stretched out to Brendon as you wait for him to take the drink.

It takes a moment to occur to you that this Clyde fellow’s learned more about you in one night than Tyler has in his months (and then some) of working alongside you. You see Tyler wince and scrunch his face up in confusion, and it’s then when you remember that whole, stealing jewelry from Jenna’s house thing. Those messages aren’t just the messages of some college boy you made the mistake of hanging out with. They’re messages that potentially reveal burglary, which is nice.

Your chest puffs up and you snatch your phone from Tyler, leaving him staring down with a blank look. He runs his tongue over his lips and chuckles, “So he’s just a clingy madman isn’t he?”

“Total, absolute, madman.” You and Tyler laugh about it for a moment, including poor Brendon in an awkward moment of silence as you and Tyler smile knowingly at each other.

Brendon lets out a chuckle, getting both of your attention.

“Oh!” Tyler hisses, pushing your body aside, but your arm still stretches to give Brendon his drink. “Sorry about that.” Tyler sliders over Ray’s iPad and starts up the transaction process. He sniffles and juts his thumb over to point at you. “Body problems.”

You flash Brendon a forced smile before kicking Tyler’s foot. He jumps a bit and looks down. Before holding his hand out for Brendon, expecting a “Card?” Tyler asks, but Brendon just pulls out some cash. Tyler nods, impressed, then mutters “That’ll do,” before giving Brendon his change.

Brendon’s still yet to grab his drunk. He just chuckles, “Boy problems?” Then wraps his hand around the top of the cup but he doesn’t make any effort to take it away so you stay in your awkward, stretched out position and continue to grip the cup.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah it’s just—”

“She met herself a madman last night.”

Brendon furrows his brows at you then looks to Tyler for an explanation. You see Brendon’s eyes widen and his jaw goes slack for a second before shutting tight, and he resorts to letting his eyes bounce all over the rest of Tyler, just not his face.

“Eh, you remember Jenna Black from school, right?”

You and Brendon look to Tyler for an explanation. Brendon looks put on the spot—you guess he is--then he looks down at himself, nodding softly and mumbling.

“Sorry,” Tyler says and points at him, “but you are Brendon Urie, right?” Tyler goes to fist-bump Brendon, which Brendon participates in as he slowly starts to remember—seems to at least.

“Yeah yeah, Tyler Joseph, Edmond’s class?” He blows out a breath, “Geesh, sorry.” He cracks a smile and scratches his head. “ Just been a bit out of it lately, how you doing man?” Brendon crosses his arms tight over his chest, so you pull the drink closer to you, nudging Tyler to the left to give yourself some room.

You watch their small exchange, a smile on your face despite not being included. Before Tyler gets a chance to spill his recent life story, Brendon points to you with furrowed brows and bites into his lip. You shake your head at him and hold up a hand in some sort of defense, already knowing where he’s heading. “You wouldn’t remember me.” He looks defeated at your insistence. “Our paths just didn’t cross is all.”

Brendon groans, “God, I feel so—so weird. It’s like everything’s just coming back to me now…Sorry, I uh—”

“Seriously. You wouldn’t remember me.” You look to Tyler, hoping he’ll back you up.

Truth be told you had your fair share of interactions with Brendon. You ran into each other at a few parties, got stuck together during a few school projects too. But you often gave him the go-ahead to slack off and let you do the work. There was nothing wrong with a few deducted points for citing poor sources as long as it was your mistake and your mistake alone. And your partner often got to mooch off of your frequent success—your work was usually a much-needed boost to their grade.

Even Tyler seems to recall some of your real interactions but says, “She’s right. She spent all of her time picking on me (“I did not!”) and talking to the trees.” He smiles.

You scoff and mumble, “Think you’re talking about yourself there Ty…”

Brendon points at you. “Actually…did we have, science, together? Maybe? And uh—drama?”

You nod and Brendon’s face lights up. Tyler looks down at the counter as he taps his fingers against it from his index to his pinkie, then he repeats.

“Huh…” Brendon finally takes his drink, then you’re standing identical to Tyler with your fingers mindlessly tapping to an invisible beat. “Y/n Y/l/n?” He laughs seeing how surprised you are.

“Uh, yeah,” you manage.

Brendon hums to himself and looks between you and Tyler. “Weird. Heh…never pegged you two as friends.”

Tyler looks at you but shakes his head. “Well we—”

“Aren’t really friends.” Tyler deflates and sucks in a breath but forces a smile. You don’t really notice the way he holds his breath and strains to act natural—or maybe you do but figure it’s nothing. You continue, “If anything we hate each other.” Okay so maybe that was a bit harsh and not exactly true.

Tyler leans forward and holds a finger up. “Used to hate each other.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side. “But we’re beeeesssstttt friends now, aren’t we Y/n?” He smiles and you scoff in playful disgust, trying to push him off you. Brendon nods and smiles at your strange display of friendship.

“What was that?” Josh asks, leaning back and popping his head through the small doorway separating the two stations that make up the food and drink assembling section of the cafe. He raises his brows and presses his chin to his chest, looking at Tyler with wide eyes and a soft smile.

Tyler smiles back at Josh, the balls of his cheeks rising so high that creases start to form in his forehead. “Nothing!” He chirps, and Josh looks at you for reassurance. You know he’s joking but damn it’s actually kind of intimidating.

You smile and wave, “Just talking about how you’re Tyler’s best friend Joshy! Nothing to worry about!” Josh presses his lips together and shrugs, pleased with your response, then goes back to work.

Brendon furrows his brows. “Josh, as in Josh Dun?” You nod and Brendon huffs. He scratches the back of his head, “Geesh, the whole gang’s back together huh?”

Tyler takes his hand from your shoulder and instead cups his hands together in front of his crotch. He does a strange and over-exaggerated bow as he spits out, “Ab-so-lutely!” Well, you were never really apart of the ‘gang’ but it’s nice just thinking of all the shenanigans you three could have gotten in if you and Tyler actually got along and didn’t want to slit each other’s throats…anyways!

Tyler looks back to the machines, then looks past Brendon where a mother and her young daughter have just come in. Tyler puts his hands on your shoulders and pushes you out from behind the counter. “You know what—lots of work to do. Uh, Y/, Brendon, how about you two catch up for a bit?”

Brendon looks more willing then you, as he shrugs and takes a step away from the counter to wait for you. You still try to force out a response to reference your confusion with Tyler’s suddenness, but can’t. By the time you figure out what you could say, he’s pushed you out, untied the apron from your waist, and begun waving you goodbye.

“Wh-Tyler!” You try going back but Tyler stands in front of the counter’s only entrance. He smiles at you, then puts a hand on your shoulder and pushes you back some more.

You give in when you see the new customers approach the counter, and Brendon grins at you. He takes a deep breath and twists his middle around to look for a place to sit.

“Uh…shall we?” He asks, jutting his thumb over his shoulder. You look at Tyler and he flashes a manic smile then goes back to scribbling down the mother’s order. You nod and sway your hands forward, gesturing for Brendon to lead the way.

And he does, bringing you to that quaint and comforting little corner of the cafe with the leather seats and working outlets. You stray behind him, and wait for him to pick a seat—he picks the one against the wall—before slipping into the one across him.

He immediately pulls out his phone and looks down to it on his lap. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head softly before putting it back in its place. Then he smiles at you and cups his hands around his drink. You smile back but can’t bring yourself to look at him or look into his eyes—your relationship just isn’t there yet.

You suddenly long to be back behind the counter, but you look and see Tyler working just fine which means you can’t make the excuse that he needs you desperately as a way to get out of this situation.

“So…how have uh…how’ve you been?” He smiles softly, tilting his head to the side.

You hum, trying to think up an answer. How have you been? Well, you have an apartment, you have a steady job—you have not been outed out to the police for stealing Mrs. Black’s jewelry, so you suppose you’re, “Alright. I’m alright, I guess.” You laugh at that and Brendon joins you.

“That’s good…that’s good…so what are you up to nowadays? You know, besides, working here.”

“Well, I’m afraid to say that’s all I really have going for me. Well, that and school.”

His eyes widen and he nods his head up, “Oh! Where do you go?”

“Online. You know, I was just never really a fan of social interaction at least not to the extent of a school setting…” you crack a smile and look down at your lap, “As you may have guessed from my high school days.”

Brendon leans back and takes a sip of his drink before setting it down. He looks to the ceiling and smiles, “Oh, I remember. From what I remember of you at least.”

“Well if you don’t remember much then that’s proof enough, isn’t it?”

“Heh, I guess it is…”

He looks over to Tyler but keeps his body still. His body goes stiff too as he holds his breath and clenches his jaw a bit. “So…you and…? Dea—”

“Tyler?”

Brendon forces a smile and nods rapidly “Yeah yeah, Tyler, you and Tyler!” He gulps and settles down. “So uhm…You and Tyler, what’s going on with you, and Mr. Joseph.” Brendon rolls his eyes at himself—he slipped up in a way he beats himself up about because he clearly doesn’t understand how he could have lost track so quickly, he was having a conversation with the guy less than five minutes ago, reminiscing and such. How could he have mistaken his name so easily?

You shrug his slip-up off and chalk it up to his preppiness shining through. You hate to admit something so small has made your respect dwindle a bit, but you can’t help but feel he’s only pretending to care (or trying to) as a way to make up for his tendency to be an ass in high school. He was never an ass to you, and you’re not really sure if he was ever an ass to others, but it’s the type of persona he exuded when you saw him walking through the halls looking like Sarah Orzechowski's’ trophy husband.

“What, was our banter back there not enough for you?” You look back to Tyler, still working and unable to pay attention to you.

Brendon shrugs. “No, I just—I couldn’t tell if you guys were best friends or if you hated each other’s guts and were doing that thing where you’re just acting like your best friends out of spite.”

“Oh. Well, that makes sense. No we uh, we’re friends? I think?” You tuck some hair behind your ear and look out through the window.

“You think?”

“Well…I never really gave him the time of day until yesterday.”

Brendon Ooohs in curiosity like a schoolboy and sits up. “What happened yesterday?”

Should you tell him? Could you tell him? It’s not like he’d give a damn, right?

“Eh. I just took him to this party.”

He slumps back down in his chair, going “Oh,” somewhat dissatisfied. Then his eyes bounce back and forth between you and Tyler, and he sits up again and lets out a more enthusiastic, “Oh!” He looks a bit worried too. “What-where, which party?”

“Just a girl from school.”

He nods, hoping you’ll continue. After all, he went to school with you.

“Jenna Black? Remember her?” Brendon smiles eerily then nods. “Well, remember that ‘Mad-Man’ Tyler was going on about earlier? Well, he was at her party last night. It’s a weird thing to bond over but it’s the only thing me and him have ever bonded over so I guess I should just enjoy it, right?”

Brendon huffs, “Yeah. Uhm, what made him a ‘mad-man’? Was he just a douche or something?” He takes a sip and hums as he finds the chill overwhelming.

You raise your brows, waiting to see when the brain freeze has blown over, and when he gives you a thumbs up you elaborate. “Well, he wasn’t really a mad-man. He wasn’t mean or gropey or anything…Well…” You suppose he could have been considered that. You see a flash of worry on Brendon’s face when you hesitate but you don’t give him time to express his worry further. “Anyways, he respected my boundaries. He was just a little weird.”

Whether or not a man proposing you become his partner-in-crime is a mad-man or exhilarating is subjective. The problem is you can’t figure out which side you’re on.

As you ponder on this and allow Brendon to try and visualize the situation you’ve presented, you pull out your phone and get a look at Clyde’s texts. He shut up a few minutes ago. You scroll all the way to the top where he graced your screen for the first time by sending a strawberry emoji. What follows is paragraphs of ranging size and the content is not what you could imagine coming out of Clyde’s mouth. Well, you only ever saw the man in top-notch skeleton makeup, you could hardly make out the shape of his lips.

You squint as you look to the messages, and seeing how you’re preoccupied Brendon takes his phone out. You don’t know how to respond to Clyde. He goes on about mistakes and contingency plans, double checking to see if you’re really up for anything.

I’m not gonna bail on you. Chill out

You send and exit your messages but he right on top of that, responding with:

Just making sure.

You look up at Brendon and flash him a smile, waving your phone around a bit. “Sorry—mad-man.” He chuckles nervously and nods then goes back to doing what he was doing, looking down at his phone with his hand pressed over his lips.

As long as its all in good fun. No smuggling a man’s fortune just to pig out, alright?

Brendon nods and you peak up at him. Then Clyde responds.

All in good fun. Legal, but fun.

You crack a smile. There’s nowhere else to go from there’s so you set your phone screen-down on the table. You take a breath. “Sorry, about that.”

Brendon purses his lips and nods, typing away but keeping his eyes on you. “You gave the man-man your phone number?” He chuckles and bites into his lip as he reads over what he writes. You stretch your neck and get the faintest peak at his screen, but the messages are unreadable anyhow. Besides, whatever paragraph he was working on he deletes with a few quick taps against the ‘delete’ key.

You roll your eyes. “It’s more like he bugged me to give it to him.”

“…And you gave in?”

Yeah, you kinda did. But still, you try to explain yourself. “Well, I mean—”

“Heh, Y/n, you don’t give your number to some guy you call a ‘mad-man.’” You get where he’s coming from and you have a feeling in no time you’ll be cursing yourself for your foolishness but what can you say? Boredom is a bitch and you’re at the epitome of it.

“I’ll keep you updated.”

After you conclude your conversation with Clyde Brendon seems to finish his and is more focused on your conversation. You don’t stay sat in the quaint corner for too long—unless thirty minutes in a coffee-shop is long but oh well.

Tyler’s getting on well behind the counter and though the crowd is a large one it builds steadily. He’s given enough time in-between drinks to relax and observe you and Brendon when he’s not bugging Josh, but you don’t find yourself returning the attention.

Your talk with Brendon is nice. It’s simple and ordinary, but nice. It’s the things you would normally catch up on, like asking if you’ve heard any news about this person or that person from your class and going back to talk crap about the teachers you dealt with and the things you saw. There’s some sweeter reminiscing too, like going back to share memories of your science teacher and that riot of a class.

Brendon finished his drink some time ago and has been going back to play with the straw, forgetting every time that there’s nothing in the cup to slosh around.

You look over to see Tyler, his side facing you as he looks past the threshold ‘officially’ separating your station and Josh’s. Then you look through the window, people walking past at hurried paces—a group of ‘kids’ in particular, one rushing forward to hold the door open for the rest.

You scoot your chair back, gripping the seat. “I uhm, I should probably go…” You stand and Brendon stands too.

“Oh yeah yeah no problem,” he says, looking down and around the floor to make sure he hasn’t dropped anything. Then he smiles at you and your hand, stretched out and hoping he’ll shake it. He chuckles a bit at the formal-nature of your goodbye, but takes your hand and shakes it as he pushes his chair in.

You can’t think of anything else to do. You’ve already said your goodbye and there’d be no point in wishing him a good rest of his day (well, you could but it seems a bit too formal), so you go to slip on by him when he reaches out and wraps his hand around your wrist.

You think nothing of it—you don’t even jump—but he recoils almost as though your skin is hot to the touch and he hisses, “Sorry! I uhm, just—”

“Oh don’t worry about it.”

He nods his head up then continues, “I wanted to know uh, what time are you working…maybe?” He slips a hand in his back pocket and runs the other through his hair. “If you’re willing to share that is—I understand if you’re not.”

“Oh it’s fine! Uh, I always work around this time but if I’m not here to make your daily drink Tyler’s not so bad at it either evidently.” You gesture for his cup, empty with some white and pink staining the plastic sides.

He clicks his tongue. “Ah, I see. And I take it that going out for coffee wouldn’t be the most ideal way to spend your time off of work?”

You suck in a breath and shake your head. “Yeah, I get enough coffee in my veins.”

“So…”

You teeter between the toes and your heels, turning your nose up and giving Brendon a look of your side. You smirk too, “I haven’t had a good meal in a while.”

Brendon leans back, nodding softly. “Mmm…good to know, good to know—well listen, totally coincidental, but I got a good place I was looking to go to for some time, but you know, it can be a bit awkward going out to eat alone.”

You chuckle, “And what day were you planning on going to this place?”

He lowers his chin to his chest and points a finger at you. “Next mon—” You scrunch your nose up, “Tues—” You gently shake your head, “Wednesday?”

You nod rapidly, gently bouncing on your feet. “Wow—weird! I’m, totally free next Wednesday, how crazy is that?”

“I know, it’s just like the universe decided to line up!”

“Total coincidence!”

“Totally!” Brendon takes a deep breath then quickly runs his tongue over his lips. You look to the corner of your eye and spot Tyler, his head down low as he makes a drink but his eyes peeking up at you from behind his brows. He’s smiling too, and you smile back before looking to Brendon who claps his hands together. “So, I will pick you up? Maybe?”

You click your tongue and put your finger to your lips to think. “Maybe you should give me your number first? You know, so I can give you my address and such.”

“Perfect!” You clap your hands together then hold your hand out and wait for him to give you his phone. He does and you add yourself to his contacts. You send yourself a quick text and fight the urge to go back and take the quickest glimpse at his other messages--you want to see who from school he’s still in contact with is all. But thinking better of yourself you don’t. You lock his phone and hand it to him.

“Well…” He takes a look around the cafe, then does a sort of bow. “I will see you tomorrow? For my casual daily cup of Sickly Strawberry that is.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

You go back to your station to share your usual space with Tyler and Brendon makes his way out of the cafe. He looks around and snaps his finger into a point at Tyler as some sort of goodbye. Brendon nearly stumbles and almost runs into an incoming customer but his general gracefulness saves him. After he’s out of sight you feel Tyler’s arm brush against yours. You stand side by side against the counter, looking over the heads of the customers approaching the line.

“I’m really good at this wing-man thing,” he says with a sly smile.

You roll your eyes and playfully slap his arm with the back of your hand before walking off.

He stomps and holds his hands out to his side as he faces you. “You’re not even gonna tell me when’s the date?”

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ohprettyweeper-moved · 6 years ago

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Caught on Fire

Part 5

Summary: A secret is revealed and, combined with a lack of sleep, leads to your first fight with Josh. Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader Word Count: 1560 Warnings: Angst, cheating. A little bit of cursing. A/N: Not much to say, just enjoy the chapter!

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A month after you and Josh made things official, you had a couple more days off, then you went on a seven-day working spree. One of the other trauma nurses went on vacation, and promised to take some of your days when she returned. Still, you knew you were going to be tired and cranky when the week ended. You gave Josh fair warning, and made him promise not to hate you for what you said when you were tired.

He kissed the tip of your nose. “I could never hate you.”

You took in a deep breath. “I dunno. You haven’t seen me when I’m really tired.”

Josh tilted his head. “Actually, I have. You did a five-day stint once, then came to the station to see Chad. He made one joke about how tired you looked, and you — very calmly, I might say — set down the plate in your hand and marched out of the station.”

You frowned. “But — I mean, that doesn’t sound like a big deal.”

“It wasn’t,” Josh assured, “until Chad followed you out to the parking lot and you ripped him up one side and down the other and all of us heard you from inside the station.”

That had not been one of your most shining moments, and you were suddenly very embarrassed that Josh knew about that angry outburst.

“I just — well, see the thing is — by that point …” You trailed off and stepped away from him, trying to explain yourself.

Josh took your hands and pulled you close again. “Y/N, that was the thing that made me realize just how feisty you could be. How strong you could be. Chad was always the kind of guy that could get any girl, it seemed like, and then you came along. He told us how you made him work for that first date. You were always different than girls he had brought around before you, and I liked that. Then that happened and it was like … like you were the girl who could get any guy she wanted. You turned the tables.”

You licked your lips and tried not to smile too big. “I don’t know that I can have any guy I want, but that doesn’t really matter. I’ve got the one I want.”

“Good to know,” Josh grinned, pulling you in for a deep kiss.��

“Nicole ever get cranky at the end of a long run of shifts?” Josh asked Tyler the next time they went to work out together.

Tyler set down the dumbbells in his hands. “Yeah, of course. She doesn’t sleep, she overworks. It’s like the extra days send her into effort overdrive. And since she’s been pregnant it’s been worse. But don’t you dare tell her that.”

“I won’t,” Josh laughed, stretching out his legs while they stood. “Y/N’s on a week-long run while another trauma nurse is out. She warned me that she gets cranky — reminded me about a time she ripped into Chad when she was mad after a long run. He deserved it though.”

Tyler nodded. “That guy — he was something else. Does she know about all the girls he cheated with?”

“I don’t know. We do talk about him sometimes, but not in depth. She still holds that they broke up because he left, so I don’t push it.”

“Fair enough. As for the crankiness, just hang in there with her. She’ll sleep it off when she’s done with all these shifts.”

“I hope so,” Josh sighed, heading for the treadmill.

On day five, you weren’t sure you were going to survive this entire run. The entire city of Columbus, it seemed, was being traumatized in one way or another. Too many of them were ending up in the trauma bays of the hospital; you hadn’t stepped foot into the main ER for any of your shifts, thanks to how busy trauma had been.

To top things off, Dr. Vasquez was on tonight, and of the three trauma doctors the hospital staffed, he was your least favorite to work with. The stereotype on surgeons fit him perfectly: addicted to his work, overbearing on those who worked with him, and a God-complex so big, his ego practically had its own shadow.

After you nearly lost a gunshot victim — you being you and Dr. Vasquez, who was running the case — the man kicked you out of the OR and back downstairs, with strict instructions to page him for any incoming patients, and not to touch anyone until he came back down to the emergency floor.

You were pissed, and somewhat hurt. You knew you were a good nurse, nothing that had gone wrong with that patient had been your fault, and that Dr. Vasquez was an ass. It didn’t stop you from allowing a few angry tears to fall as you rode in the elevator back down to the floor.

So, when you scanned your badge and walked through the double doors, the last thing you needed to see was Josh flirting with one of the main ER nurses. She had her hand on his arm, and he was laughing at something she had just said.

“Isn’t this cozy,” you commented, stopping next to them and crossing your arms over your chest. The other nurse quickly removed her arm and excused herself from the situation. You watched her leave, then looked at Josh. “Care to explain? Or do you want to stick with a simple, ‘It isn’t what it looks like’?”

Josh picked up the coffee cup on the counter and handed it to you. “I was just bringing you coffee. I’ve known Emily since we were kids, our families are friends. That’s all there is.”

“I don’t want your coffee,” you scoffed, heading towards the cafeteria.

“Y/N, come on. Talk to me.”

You didn’t care that he was following you. “I warned you about this Josh. I warned you I would get cranky. I told you to avoid me. You didn’t have to make it worse.”

“I was trying to do something nice,” he pointed out, “since I knew you’d be tired. I was bringing you coffee to help you get through your fifth shift in a row.” Finally catching up to you, Josh stood in your way and forced you to look at him. “I’m not Chad, Y/N! I’m not going to cheat on you.”

Your heart dropped to your feet. You tried several times to form words. “Chad never cheated on me.”

Now it was Josh’s turn to attempt to form words before he was able to speak. “I thought you knew.”

“All of you knew and never told me? For fuck’s sake, the humiliation just keeps on going! I showed up with you to that barbecue with a group full of people who knew that I had been cheated on and probably thought that because I didn’t acknowledge it when talking about why Chad and I split, I was in some sort of denial.”

Josh said nothing, confirming your exact thoughts. You drew in a deep breath and told him to move out of your way before you called security and had him escorted from the hospital property. Josh did as you asked, throwing one frustrated look over his shoulder at you as he headed for the parking garage.

After the argument at the hospital, Josh decided it was best to do as Tyler had originally advised and give Y/N some space. He didn’t call or text, didn’t try to see her at the hospital. He waited for her to come to him and, three days after the fight, when she’d had a chance to sleep without having to get up and go to a shift, Y/N showed up on his porch with Taco Bell and an apologetic countenance.

“In all fairness, I did warn you,” she sighed.

“That you did. Come on in.”

He motioned for her to enter, so she did. She set the food on the coffee table, then turned to him with her hands up in defense. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I was tired and cranky and embarrassed. I really didn’t know about Chad and the cheating, and I had gotten chewed out by the trauma surgeon not even ten minutes before I saw you talking to Emily. It was another of my lesser shining moments. I’m sorry that I got angry with you. You didn’t deserve that.”

Josh dropped his arms. “I wasn’t trying to bother you at work. And if I could have kept you from knowing that Chad had ever cheated on you, I swear, I would have. The last thing I want is for you to hurt. For any reason.”

She nodded. “Thank you. So, we’re good?”

“We’re good,” Josh promised, caressing her cheek.

Licking her lips, she asked the question Josh could tell she didn’t want to ask. “And Emily — she’s just a family friend?”

“Y/N,” he said softly, letting his caress become a soft hand cupping her cheek. “I swear to you. I will never cheat on you. I’ll never hurt you.”

“Okay. I believe you.”

“Good.” He kissed her softly. “Now can I eat my tacos?”

“Now you can eat your tacos,” she giggled, stealing one more sweet, quick kiss before they sat down to eat.

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nonsenseverses · 6 years ago

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There For You

Hi, I know i don’t usually post writing stuff on this account but somebody was mad that this was a Tyler fic instead of a Josh fic so I’m making a peace offering.

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 5011

Author’s Note: As it was originally written.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

You rolled over and pulled the cover up further around your head, hoping to help drown out some of the noise.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Really, who had the nerve to call you at two in the morning? Sure, you had the tendency to stay up late now and again, but that didn’t give anyone the right to call you at any given hour.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Wait.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Your hand shot over to your night table so fast that you almost knocked over the bottle of water that you always kept there. You were answering the call before you even had a chance to double check who it was.

“Hello?”

“You’re awake?”

“Of course I am.” He didn’t need to know the truth.

“Normally I would say you should be sleeping, but I can’t tell you how happy I am that you aren’t.”

“What’s going on?”

You heard Josh clear his throat before speaking, “I was, um, looking at… stuff.”

You already knew exactly where this was going.

“And I came across this interview that, uh, my ex did with a magazine a couple days ago.”

You made a noise to show that you were still listening.

“She said that she doesn’t want to get back with me and she’s glad that things ended,” he sniffled.

“Oh, Josh. Do you need me to come over?”

“No, I’ll be ok. Really. But I’d like to see you tomorrow.”

“Ok, I don’t have anything going on.”

“Great. Just come over whenever you want.”

“Will do. And call me if things get bad, ok? Even if I’m asleep.”

“Ok.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Get some sleep, Josh.”

“I’ll try.”

You hung up the call and set an alarm for early the next morning. There were a million ideas for cheering Josh up that were already running through your head, and it was going to take time to do all of them.

Your arrived at Josh’s house at eight the next morning, armed with pancake batter, coffee from his favorite café, and your dog. He looked like a bit of a mess with the bags under his eyes, messy hair, and dirty pajamas, but his face still lit up when he saw you.

“Look at all this,” he smiled, bending down to pet Rocket. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Anything for my best friend,” you smiled.

He opened the door wider, inviting you inside. You let Rocket off of his leash and then made a beeline for the kitchen so that you could start making him breakfast. Josh walked over and took a seat at the counter.

“You don’t mind if I take over the kitchen, do you?” you asked.

“Not at all if it means you’re making me breakfast,” he smiled.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Nope. I woke up maybe ten minutes ago. I was about to make coffee, but you got that covered,” he said, holding up the drink you had brought him.

You looked at Josh sitting on the other side of the counter with his coffee and tired eyes. For a moment, you could almost pretend that you were making breakfast for your boyfriend on a Sunday morning, not your heartbroken best friend on a Wednesday. He must have caught you staring, because he raised an eyebrow at you with a little smirk.

You smiled and shook your head, redirecting your attention back to the pancakes. The feelings for him was nothing new, they had existed since way before his breakup with his ex. For so long you had pushed them aside, telling yourself that he was happy with her and you would find your own person someday. Now you realized that holding on might not have been such a bad idea, after all.

“What kind of pancakes are you making?” Josh asked.

“Just plain. If you have anything you want to add to the mix, we can do that though.”

“Plain is fine,” he said. “I was just curious. Besides, you make the best pancakes.”

“Thanks,” you smiled.

Josh fiddled with the end of his cup, pushing lightly at the little plastic rim. You kept your focus on the pancakes, unwilling to be caught staring at him again.

“So, do you want to talk about last night?” you asked as you flipped a pancake.

“Oh, right,” he sighed.

“We don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable.”

“No, it’s fine,” he said, pushing his messy hair back from his forehead. “It just hurt to see. I thought I was doing better and getting over her, but that just reminded me how much I still miss her.”

“You’re going to move past this,” you said, sliding him a pancake. “And I’m going to be here every step of the way.”

“Thanks,” he smiled. “I really appreciate that.”

The day of the breakup was still so clear in your mind. Josh had shown up to your house with puffy eyes and splotchy cheeks, saying that he couldn’t be alone. You invited him inside and made cookies for the two of you to share while you binged all of your favorite TV shows. He had ended up falling asleep with his head in your lap as you played with his hair.

It had been like that for close to two months now. You and Josh would spend most of your time together to keep his mind off of the breakup, making your friendship even closer in the process. He had finally started to seem like he was moving past it. Now this interview had brought you right back to square one again.

“Holy shit, this is fantastic,” Josh said around a mouthful of pancakes.

“Yeah?” you smiled.

He nodded and stuck his fork into another large piece of pancake. It was nice to see him looking happy. You had spent most of the night alternating between sleeping and being awake, worried about how he was doing.

You watched as he grabbed a little piece of pancake and tossed it towards Rocket, who caught it in his mouth. This caused Josh to laugh a little bit. He had been wanting to get a dog for as long as you could remember, but hadn’t been able to yet because of touring. There had been countless times where he had asked you to bring Rocket with you when you visited. Of course, you never had an issue with it.

“What’s the plan for the rest of the day?” you asked.

He shrugged, “I cleared all my plans so that I could be with you all day.”

You tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at that. You were friends. That was it.

“I’m sure we can find things to do.”

“Even if we do nothing, it’ll still be fun because I’m with you.”

That familiar smirk made its way onto his face as he took another sip of coffee. This boy was going to be the death of you, you were sure of it.

* * *

You, Rocket, and Josh were now all curled up on the couch together, barely able to keep your eyes open after watching so much TV. It had been an eventful day of card games, poking fun at past relationships, and making numerous runs to the mini mart down the street for snacks. Josh had been pretty upbeat, and there had only been a couple times when you had to cheer him up.

Your head was leaned on Josh’s shoulder, just barely able to see the TV screen through your mostly closed eyes. You knew you should get home before you were too tired to drive, but you were hesitant to leave the position you were in. It wasn’t every day that you got to snuggle up with the boy you were in love with and not feel weird about it.

Your hands were close together, so close that the tiniest movement of either of your pinkies and your hands would be touching. You weren’t sure if Josh was awake or not, so you had spent the last twenty minutes keeping your hand completely still for fear of accidentally touching his hand and blowing your cover.

You were debating announcing that you were going to leave when Josh’s hand moved slightly to touch yours. You brushed it off, assuming he had moved in his sleep, but then he slowly continued to slide his hand under yours. His fingers laced with yours and you desperately hoped that he didn’t notice how clammy you were getting.

Josh had started rubbing your thumb shortly after he grabbed your hand, and it had taken complete concentration to not start smiling like an idiot. The two of you stayed like that for the next hour until the movie ended. You pretended to be woken up by a loud sound during the credits, and as soon as Josh realized you were “waking up”, he pulled his hand away from yours.

“What did I miss?” you said, rubbing your eye for added effect.

“Not much,” he said. You noticed that there was color in his cheeks that hadn’t been there before. “They defeated the antagonist and lived happily ever after.”

You nodded, “Sounds exciting.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“I should probably get going before I fall asleep on the way home,” you said, standing up and letting the blanket fall from around your body.

“That’s, uh, yeah. Good idea.”

Josh walked you over to the front door with Rocket following close behind. He held out his arms and you hugged him tightly.

“I just want to say thank you again for hanging out with me. It was a huge help.”

“Of course. Anything for you, Josh. You’re my best friend.”

He smiled, “Still. You didn’t have to.”

“Whatever.”

Josh bent down and scratched Rocket’s ears, “And thank you to you too.”

“Alright, are we still on for lunch on Friday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Call me if you need me, ok?”

“I always do.”

“Bye, Josh.”

“Later.”

You waved at Josh one final time as you walked down the pathway towards your car. Rocket followed closely behind you. Once you were in your car, you finally let out the little squeal that you were holding in. Things were really looking up.

* * * * *

“She what?”

“She called me! She wants to talk. I can’t believe it, Y/N. Maybe she wants to get back together, do you think?”

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up, Josh. I just don’t want to see you get hurt again. Things have been really good for the last few weeks.”

“I know, I know, you’re right. Still, though, there’s obviously something she wants to talk about. I’m meeting her for lunch on Saturday.”

“I thought we were getting lunch on Saturday?”

“Oh man, you’re right. Do you mind if we push it back to dinner? You know this is important.”

You could feel your stomach sinking, “I can’t. I’m meeting friends for drinks.”

“Rain check, then? You know I hate to cancel on you, Y/N, but I’m sure you understand.”

You bit down on your lip, “Yeah, a rain check is fine. Just don’t forget about it.”

Josh laughed, even though you had only half meant it as a joke. As much as you wanted to be excited for him possibly getting back with his ex, you couldn’t find it within you. When he was dating someone, his time immediately become a 70/30 split. Not to mention your feelings had only grown stronger since the hand holding incident.

“Alright, I’ll call you after I meet up with her to let you know how it goes.”

“Please do,” you said, trying to sound excited.

“Bye, Y/N.”

“Later, Josh.”

You hung up the call and immediately buried your face into your hands. Just when you thought something was going to happen between you and Josh, she came in and ruined it all.

Maybe you had been reading too much into it. After all, he was going through a breakup and he was probably pretending you were his ex the entire time. It was stupid of you to even get your hopes up in the first place. Even if he did have feelings for you, you didn’t want to be the rebound.

All you could do was wait and see what happened.

* * *

Your stomach had been upset all day. Today was the day that Josh and his ex were meeting up, and you had spent the entire morning running over every possible outcome. Rocket had sensed your distress and had been following you around, resting his head on you at every moment that he could.

You were anxiously awaiting Josh’s call so that you would know what happened. No matter what it was, it would be better than worrying about all the possibilities. Today had the potential to be one of the best or one of the worst days of your life.

You practically jumped when your phone began to ring. Josh’s contact photo was on your screen so you hit the green call button without a second thought.

“Hello?”

“Woah, that was fast,” he laughed. “I’m still walking to my car.”

Walking to his car alone, that was a good sign.

“I was already on my phone. My finger only had to move a couple centimeters,” you lied with a laugh.

“Alright, let me get in my car and then I’ll give you the full rundown.”

“Ok.”

Your hands were shaking as you walked over to the couch and wrapped yourself in a blanket. Rocket came over and laid down next to you, resting half of his body on your legs.

You heard Josh’s car door slam and his keys jingled as he stuck them in the ignition. Your leg was bouncing to release all the nerves.

“Ok, you ready for this?” he said. You could practically see him smiling. That wasn’t a good sign.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Alright, so I got there way too early so I sat outside and then she got there and, wow, Y/N she looked so pretty.”

Oh yeah, this wasn’t going to end with you being happy.

“And so I gave her a hug and we got inside. We just made small talk while we ordered and then once we got our drinks I asked her what she wanted to talk to me about. Long story short, she said that the split was a mistake and she wanted to get back together, if I was interested. I told her that I thought that was a good idea without trying to seem too eager. But yeah, we’re together again and I couldn’t be happier.”

“That’s fantastic,” you said, trying to keep your voice from cracking. “I’m really happy for you, Josh.”

“I even asked her about the interview and she said that it was just a lie to come across like she was doing ok. Man, the relief I felt when I heard that.”

“Yeah, that’s awesome.”

“Are you ok? You aren’t talking much.”

“Yeah, I’m good. Just speechless because I’m so happy for you.”

“Yeah, I can hardly believe it.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Ok, I should get home now before people start to think I’m weird for sitting in my car. And I’m sorry again about the cancellation today, but hey, look where I am now!”

“Yeah, I’m beyond happy for you.”

“Ok. I’ll talk to you later. Have fun at drinks tonight.”

“I will. And drive safe.”

“Always do.”

“Bye.”

You ended the call and threw your phone into the chair at the opposite side of the room. Tears were already streaming down your face, dripping onto Rocket and the blanket.

You had put up with Josh and his ex once, and it had been hell on earth. The amount of time he spent with you dropped significantly, and whenever he did find time all he talked about was her. Sure, you were happy that he was so in love, but you just couldn’t handle that with the way you felt about him.

You hadn’t known what you were getting into last time. The relationship was new and you had no idea how Josh was going to act. But that wasn’t the case this time, you knew exactly what you were getting into.

And you weren’t sure that you could handle it again.

* * *

Josh had called you three times in the last week and each one of them had gone unanswered. You would sit there and watch it ring, wondering if you should answer this time. He would start to get worried if you stopped answering his calls, but instead you would let it ring and text him with some excuse later that day.

You hated what you were doing, but you knew that in the end it was for the best. Josh was your best friend, you loved him, but you couldn’t keep lying to his face about being happy when you were being torn apart inside.

Your phone started ringing again. It was Josh, probably calling to tell you about his day. Not wanting to blow him off for a fourth time, you decided that it was time to bite the bullet and answer his call.

“Hello?”

“Hey! You answered!”

“Yeah, sorry, been a busy week,” you lied.

“Have you been doing ok? I mean, obviously you’ve been busy, but you just haven’t seemed like yourself when we’ve talked.”

“I’m just, uh, adjusting to stuff. It’s been rough.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? You know I would be over in an instant.”

“Would you? Because lately it’s seemed to be all about your ex.”

You regretted saying that immediately. Josh was going to jump into defense mode and if you weren’t careful this would end up as a full blown fight. Then again, maybe subconsciously that’s what you had wanted.

“We got back together a week ago. Sorry if I’ve been a bit excited,” he snapped.

“It’s not just this week, Josh,” you sighed. “It was before the breakup too. It’s like I’m only your best friend when you don’t have a girlfriend to put above me. I’ve been there for you through everything, and I’m not going to allow myself to get thrown to the side after all the time that I’ve sunk into our relationship. It just isn’t fair to me.”

“Y/N, I had no idea-”

“I know you didn’t, Josh. And it’s fine. You’re happy and that’s great. Be happy. I can take care of myself. But when it all comes crashing down, don’t expect me to be there to pick up the pieces again because I just can’t do that to myself.”

“I understand,” he sighed. “I just wish you had told me that earlier. I could have been better.”

“It’s fine. I’ll talk to you later, ok?”

“Ok. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, “No. You’re not.”

You hung up the call before he could get another word in. You had said everything that you needed to say and you weren’t about to go back on it because Josh started being apologetic.

* * *

Bzzt.

You really needed to start silencing your phone when you went to bed since people obviously didn’t understand that you weren’t supposed to text people in the middle of the night. Luckily, you were having troubles sleeping so you were awake anyway.

You grabbed your phone from the night table and read the name. It was a text from Josh, which seemed odd. It had been a month since you blew up at him over the phone, and conversation between you two had been minimal since then. The two of you had gone out to lunch a few times, but it was tense since neither of you really knew what to talk about.

Your eyes moved to the actual message and you felt your heart practically drop. Five words that had a million meanings.

I’ve made a huge mistake.

* * * * *

You grumbled and cleared the notification before throwing it back onto the night table. He had probably done something dumb and now his girlfriend was mad at him, it was a common occurrence, and you weren’t about to sacrifice sleep over it. Josh was an adult, so he could handle his issues like one.

Josh had texted you three additional times by the time that you woke up the next morning. You were still half-asleep when you read them, their full meaning not quite sinking in yet.

I need to talk to you as soon as possible.

I know I’ve been a huge idiot but this is important.

Call me when you wake up. Please.

You sighed and tossed your phone down beside you. That would have to wait until later, first you were going to get ready for the day.

* * *

Your phone sat in front of you, taunting you as you ate your breakfast. You didn’t want to bend to Josh’s will this easily, but you figured that it must be important if he was messaging you about it. He knew better than to pull a false alarm on you at this point.

You sighed and grabbed your phone with your free hand, not giving yourself a moment to second guess what you were doing. At the end of the day, Josh was still your best friend and you weren’t going to lose him entirely just because you were mad he was dating someone else instead of you.

He answered after only a couple rings.

“You called,” he sounded relieved.

“You said it was important.”

“It is. Are you free today? I want to talk about this in person.”

“Rocket has an appointment at two, but the two of us can come over afterwards.”

“That’s perfect.”

“Is everything ok?”

“It will be.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later then.”

“Bye.”

You hung up the call, curious as to what was so important that he needed to see you in person.

You opened the car door and Rocket happily jumped out, immediately making a beeline for Josh’s front door. The joke between the two of you was that Rocket was practically Josh’s son just as much as he was yours.

“Hey, come here,” you called after him as he began to sniff at some flowers on the far side of Josh’s yard.

Rocket came up and ran circles around your feet, only adding to your already anxious demeanor. You rolled your shoulders a couple times and reached up to knock on Josh’s door, your heart already pounding a lot harder than you would like it to be.

You heard Josh walking around inside and your heart skipped a beat. It had been a couple weeks since the last time you two saw one another. The two of you had gone to lunch together and hardly talked. Neither of you had discussed how you blew up on him and he knew better than to talk about his new relationship. There really wasn’t much else for you two to discuss at that point.

The door knob started to jingle, causing Rocket to jump around happily. You brushed some hair back from your forehead and stuck your hands deep into your sweatshirt pockets.

“Hey,” Josh smiled, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hi.”

“Do you want to come inside?”

“Rocket definitely does,” you said, looking down at the golden retriever running around your feet.

“Yeah, he does,” Josh smiled.

He opened the door wider and you followed Rocket inside. Josh started to walk towards the kitchen so you fell into step with him. You stopped dead in your tracks as you rounded the corner, fear instantly turning into anger.

A vase full of sunflowers, your favorite flower, was sitting on the edge of the counter next to two mugs of steaming hot chocolate. There were a couple bowls full of candy and snacks nearby, right next to a stack of movies.

“What is this?” you groaned. “Did you just need my help surprising your girlfriend?”

Josh’s eyebrows immediately furrowed, “What makes you think that?”

“You pissed her off, didn’t you? That’s the mistake you made and now you want my help in making her forgive you. I already told you, I’m not letting you pull me into this again. Deal with your own problems.”

You turned and started to walk towards the door, but Josh caught your arm and stopped you. He gently turned you back to face him.

“That’s not what’s going on at all, Y/N.”

“Then tell me what it is,” you said, already fighting tears. “Because I can’t take this anymore. I tried to be happy for you, Josh, I really did. But I can’t watch you be in love with someone else.”

“This is for you, Y/N.”

You felt your breath catch, “What do you mean?”

He led you back over to the kitchen. Upon closer inspection, you realized that all of it was your favorites: the flowers, the snacks, the movies. It was all the things that Josh knew you loved.

“Getting back with my ex was a mistake,” he explained. “It was you that I was in love with the whole time, but I was so afraid of ruining what we had that I let myself run back to what I was comfortable with. I thought that it was the right choice, but then I saw how much I hurt you in the process.”

You wiped a fallen tear away, “For real? This isn’t some joke to make me like you again?”

“Not a joke,” he grinned.

“So what does this mean?”

“It means that I love you, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you,” he reached down and took hold of your hand. “And I knew that telling you alone wouldn’t be enough, so I gathered up all of your favorite things to show you that I really care.”

“I love you too, Josh.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I thought it was obvious.”

He shook his head, “I’m pretty oblivious when it comes to feelings.”

You sniffled, “I noticed.”

He reached forward and wiped another of your tears away with your thumb. You expected him to move his hand away, but instead he left it there. Slowly, he began to pull you towards him.

“Wait,” you stopped him.

“What?” he whispered.

“You aren’t still dating your ex, are you?”

“No. That’s over.”

“Ok, just making sure.”

He smiled and continued to pull you towards him. Your lips met in the middle and you brought a hand to his chest, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer to you.

He finally pulled away and bit down on his bottom lip, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

“You’ve been waiting a long time?” you laughed.

“Ok, maybe not as long as you.”

“You should have kissed me when you held my hand,” you smirked.

“You were awake for that?” he asked, cheeks immediately going bright red.

“The entire time.”

He pulled his hands away from yours and buried his face into them. You grinned and pulled them away.

“It was cute,” you smiled.

“It was dorky.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “I appreciated it.”

He smiled and cast his eyes down to his feet, but you tilted his head back up towards you so that you could give him another quick kiss.

“What do you say we watch a movie and eat all these snacks?” you asked.

“I think that sounds like a good plan.”

“And you can hold my hand for real this time,” you laughed.

“I’m never going to live that one down, am I?”

“Never.”

He bent down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, causing you to giggle. The two of you gathered up all of the snacks and carried them into the living room, followed by a very happy looking dog. Rocket was quick to jump on the couch and join all the cuddling and snacking that was going on.

“Are you comfortable?” Josh asked as he wrapped an arm around you.

You nodded and grabbed a handful of popcorn. He grabbed the remote and hit play on the first movie that the two of you had decided to watch together.

* * *

You stood up from the couch for a moment so that you could make yourself some more hot chocolate. To your surprise, Josh got up and followed you, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you filled the mug with more milk and carried it over to the microwave.

“What are you doing?” you giggled as you started it.

“I just wanted to be near you,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“We’ve been cuddled up on the couch together for almost two hours.”

“I know, but I just feel like there’s so much lost time to make up for,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder. “I swear I’m not this cuddly all the time.”

You reached up and scratched his head, “It’s alright, love. I understand.”

Josh hummed in contentment, “I like when you call me love.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe the prettiest person in the world loves me.”

You grabbed your milk from the microwave and walked back towards the counter, which was a bit awkward with Josh wrapped around you. It was weird to finally see this side of him after being his friend for so long.

“You’re going to have to let go of me eventually,” you laughed as you stirred your hot chocolate.

“Never,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

You eventually made him unwrap his arms as you walked back over to the couch, only to immediately snuggle up to him once you sat back down. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“Can you promise me something, Y/N?”

“Maybe.”

“Never let me lose you, alright?”

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.”

He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, running your fingers lightly along his arm. “And I’m always going to be there for you.”

#there for you

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topimagines · 7 years ago

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Inferno

Violence

Summary: Where do people go when they die? Well, for the least lucky people in the world, hell is waiting. But what happens when these people do go to hell? And how did you end up there?

Warning: death, hell, mentions of religion, language, smut ish, its fucking long lol, i love brendon urie

A/N: do not repost any work on this blog without explicit permission from me or Alissa. also, in case anyone is curious, I’m an atheist. I also gave a birthday for y/n because it already had a lot of insert shit. and note my not so subtle allusion to tom holland and harrison osterfield.

Part 1// Part 2//Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6// Part 7// Part 8// Part 9// Part 10

You and Tyler finally reached the floor you were staying on, the penthouse of the apartment building. The living room was very large and open, the carpet almost too white to be possible. All of the furniture was golden yellow, including the appliances in the open plan kitchen. There were two giant doors on either side of the living room, and on the farthest side from the door, there was an entire wall of glass. There was an extravagant chandelier hanging overhead, casting a yellow light on the room.

"Wow," you muttered, looking around the apartment.

"Pete definitely helped fix up the place," Tyler said in awe, he had never seen such a beautiful room in Hell. You walked further into the room before taking a seat on the lavish gold couch. “He always was good at interior design.”

"I guess we should get comfortable, we could stay for a while," you said, "and you can fill me in on some of that 'need to know' crap."

"What do you mean?" Tyler asked, taking a spot on the couch across from where you sat. He obviously knew what you were talking about, he wasn't stupid. He knew you wanted history, and possibly an explanation of everything that had happened in the last three days.

"Where is Josh, and what was he?" You asked, after a beat of silence.

Tyler's eyes widened and he looked at you in disbelief. How the fuck does she know that? He thought to himself. He took a small breath before formulating a response, "I’m not answering that.”

“So you’re back to keeping secrets?” you asked, “bullshit, Tyler! You know so much about me, tell me what the fuck happened!”

Tyler took a deep breath before sighing, “okay, fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. It started after that car accident I told you about, and after I made it through every circle.”

Tyler walked back into the club, the music only adding to his head ache. He had to cut through the dance floor to reach Brendon, the man sitting alone at the far end of the room. His white shoes and coat were covered in blood, but somehow that wasn’t the worst thing in the dance floor of the club.

“Ah! Tyler, my boy, it’s so nice to see you! Did you do as I asked?” Brendon greeted when he reached the table.

“And then some,” Tyler answered, taking a seat across from the man in a plush, red booth.

“I knew you could do it, I fucking hate politicians,” he said, sly smirk on his face, “now, I have one more job for you, then you’re home free for a few weeks.”

“Yeah?”

“Your partner already knows all the details, he should be getting here about now,” Brendon said, “oh, look! There he is! Over here!” Brendon waved a man with yellow hair poking out from a hoodie walked over, the hood covering most of his face, but it was obvious he had a sly smile on his face, and a blade sticking out from under the waistband of the hoodie. He sat down next to Tyler and he took his hood off of the top of his head and showed his face.

“Josh?”

“Hi, Tyler,” Josh greeted. His smile wasn't the same as it used to be. Brendon seemed to be doting on Josh, bragging about his reinstatement and his natural skill that Tyler could tell was definitely not as natural as they were making it seem.

A woman walked up to Brendon, a smile on her face, “Hey, baby. Is this them?”

Brendon nodded, holding his arm out to lead the woman into his lap, “Gentlemen, this is my wife, Azrael.” Josh nodded in her direction and didn’t look her in the eyes, and Tyler said a small hi. “Azrael, this is Josh and Tyler.”

“Ah, we’ve been waiting for you both.”

“Can I finish tomorrow, I’m tired,” Tyler interrupted his own story and scratched his head, not bothering to hide his yawn, “I promise, I’ll finish it in the morning.”

“It’s only seven o’clock, Tyler,” you complained, “at least tell me what the job was.”

“Then I can go to sleep?”

“yes,” you whine.

“To take care of the overcrowding in Libitina.” You looked at him expectedly, waiting for him to further explain. But he was already laying back on the couch and pulling his hood over his head.

Cool, leave me hanging... again.

So you left the room, and went to bed.

You knew you were asleep, but you weren’t in the same spot Brendon first visited you at. You were at the entrance of a cemetery that you recognized as a very famous one in LA. You had visited it once or twice to see some famous graves.

“This is where I was buried,” a voice said. You turned and saw Brendon standing next to you with a blunt in his mouth and a black suit, as opposed to the red one you saw last time.

“Really?”

“No, I was actually buried in Las Vegas,” he stated with a chuckle. Suddenly the scene in front of you was blurry and you were in front of another cemetery, not recognizing the entrance. “oh, I’m right over here.”

“So you’re basically the ghost of Christmas past?

He chuckled, but didn’t say anything, only led you down a small trail and in front of a shiny, granite headstone. He took a long drag from his blunt and blew it toward the grave, somehow it felt like a sign of respect.

Brendon Boyd Urie

April 12, 1973- October 28, 1994

Loving Husband, Son, and Singer

“My wife, well his wife, changes my headstone if it ever erodes too much,” he stated, “she is on the fast track to heaven, so I won’t get to see her. She’s the one that found me, after I dropped like a fly.”

“Are all couples like that?” you asked, “one gets sent to hell and the other somehow never goes?”

“No, only the people you’ve met so far, sometimes both get sent to hell and they live out torture together, or they go to heaven,” Brendon explained, “And then there are the people who both go to purgatory and have a blast trying to get to heaven together. It’s like the ultimate team building exercise.” Brendon sat down at the feet of his grave, knowing that his body was decayed right under him.

“How did you die?”

“Rock star lifestyle,” he sighed, “I was a bit of a partier, and one day I got involved in the wrong shit and my body couldn’t take it.” He turned to a random stone and put out the blunt, leaving it still sort of smoldering as he backed away.

The scenery changed once again, Brendon sat in front of you this time on a headstone, “You probably don’t recognize this place, but we’re in Ohio.” Brendon moved from the headstone and showed you the name on it.

Tyler Robert Joseph

December 1, 1987- June 5, 2007

Gone too soon. God bless his soul.

“He was never blessed,” Brendon laughed, “it’s a sick irony of dying, these people don’t know we’re down there, don’t know that most of the people don’t stand a chance.”

You looked at Brendon, his eyes clouded in something you hadn’t thought would be there, ever.

Regret.

“Brendon,” you started, “what happens when hell gets too crowded?” He whipped his head to look at you, surprised by the question. “And please be honest, I’m tired of people fucking lying to me down here.”

“If they have improved over time, they have a shot to get into purgatory,” he stated, “and if they do something horrible, even for Hell, the get sent to a place called Libitina. It’s like a prison for the damned to stay and rot.”

“What qualifies as that bad?”

“Not a lot, sweetheart,” he said shortly, “we have one more stop, then you can ask all the questions you want.”

The scenery changed for a final time and you recognized immediately where you were. You wrote in your will that you wanted to be buried in a cemetery in London next to Tom. Brendon led you to the two fresh grave, grass not even grown on the patch of dirt the headstones were on.

(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)

October 5, 1997- January 22, 2023

Forever resting with the love of her life

Thomas James Hosterfeld

June 1, 1996- January 22, 2023

Forever resting with the love of his life

“You got your wishes,” Brendon said, “you didn’t end up with him as your families had hoped, but I’ll tell you that he is on the third tier of Purgatory.”

“I’m glad, if anything, he deserves it,” you sighed. There was a silence between you and Brendon, and you took the moment to sit sown in the grass of the cemetery. Brendon let out a quiet chuckle and sat next to you, playing with the grass below his fingers. He took out another blunt and lit it up before inhaling the smoke.

“Want a hit?” he asked. You shook your head, waving it away.

“Is this all? You’re gonna leave me to talk to Tyler?” you asked, lowly, “all he ever does is lie to me. He never tells me anything.”

“Well, Tyler lies about a lot of things,” Brendon sighed, “he doesn’t like letting people in. But that’s his story to tell. It hasn’t always been in his favour.”

“Do you let people in?”

“If they let me in,” he answered. You looked over at him and saw him looking back at you. He leans forward and catches your lips in his, giving you a sweet yet hungry kiss. He was more tender than Tyler, taking his time to savour everything about your lips.

He trailed his kisses down your neck, quickly finding your sweet spot on your neck. You let out a moan as he nibbled on your neck, rolling your head to the side to give him more access.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he said in your ear before biting lightly on your ear lobe.

“How so?” you asked, cutting it off slightly with a moan as he attacked the collar bone peaking out from under your shirt.

“I see everything, you and Tyler, the kissing, cuddling, and I hate seeing him touch you,” he said, moving his head to look you in the eye, “not when we keep having these times together at night, and he’s got you all to himself every day.”

“Then I’ll stop,” you said, “now touch me before I have to wake up and look him in the eye.” He laughed lowly, a cocky smirk appearing on his face.

“Sweetheart, you know I control these dreams. I can make them as long as I need,” he said. He reached for your hips and guided you to sit in his lap, his bulge evident as you ground down on him, “I can feel you soaking through those jeans, darling.”

“Then do something about it,” you groaned. You leaned in and nibbled just under his jawline, “do hickeys show when we wake up?”

“If you want them to, kitten,” he answered, rolling his head to the side to show more real estate as you sucked a hickey into his neck.

“Good, wanna show everyone what I did,” you moan, grinding down harder on his dress pant clad cock. Brendon’s hand wandered down into your pants, and moved your underwear out of the way to feel your wetness. You moaned when his fingers brushed over your clit.

“So wet, from just kissing your pretty neck,” he said cockily, sliding his fingers into you and pumping slowly, watching you writhe on top of him. You groaned, and reached down to unbutton your pants and pushed them down as far as you could. Brendon noticed your struggle and pushed you down so you were laying on the ground under him.

“be patient, my sweet girl, we have all the time in the world.”

You laid with Brendon in the grass, your head laying in his chest. He put back on his pants and boxers, but let you have his shirt and jacket to cover yourself after he ripped your shirt.

“Now I have to wake up without you there,” you said, tracing circles on his chest lightly, “what am I gonna say to Tyler?”

“You don’t have to say shit to him, sweetheart,” his chest rumbled as he spoke, “sure, you’ll wake up with my suit jacket and shirt on, but I set up that penthouse just for you. Say you found it in one of the drawers.”

“I’m covered in hickeys, Brendon,” you giggled.

“you fell off the bed, you’re clumsy,” he laughed. You giggled and poked his chest with your nail.

“Is it always gonna be like this when we reach you? Is that why you want me?” you asked.

“It can be whatever you want and more, baby,” he said. He started sit up, holding you so you didn’t get hurt somehow. “It’s time to wake up now, babe.”

“But I want to stay here, with you,” you whined.

“I know, but the sooner you wake up, the sooner you head out and you can see me at my club,” he said. He leaned down to kiss you before he stood up. Everything around you dissipated as he stretched his limbs.

“Will I see you again, next time?” you ask him as the wind picks up.

“Of course, baby,” he said, turning around and kneeling to meet your eyes, “and remember, Tyler doesn’t touch you anymore, my lips are the only ones that can be on you.”

“Bye, Brendon.”

You woke up in the big soft bed of the penthouse apartment, having a new appreciation for the soft sheets under your body and bunched in your hands.

You swung your feet over the edge of the bed and stood to look at yourself in the mirror that was on the closet of the room. You were, indeed, in Brendon’s suit jacket and red button up, but it didn’t look too bad on you.

In fact, you thought it was kind of cute.

You made your way out of the room and saw Tyler sprawled out on the couch, snoring lightly. You walked over and poked him in the face, “Tyler, wake up.” You attempted one more time before turning on your heel and taking the first big thing near you, a metal abstract sculpture of a human, and dropping it on the floor. Tyler jumped awake and you looked at him innocently.

“What the fuck?”

“Finish the story, no breakfast until then,” you stated. You sat on one of the couches and looked at him expectantly.

“Alright, well, Azrael told us they were expecting us.”

“You two are going to Libitina to eradicate these people,” Brendon stopped paying attention to Azrael long enough to slide a manila folder over to the boys across from him, “then do what you want. But I want my blades back when you’re done.” Brendon went back to brushing his fingers through her hair lovingly, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, and kissing her neck.

“Obviously,” Tyler said, but Josh had a look on his face that made him uncomfortable. Something told him that he would be getting into trouble like he used to when they were alive and Josh wanted to go do something crazy.

“Then one thing led to another, and Josh started a rebellion that lasted half of a decade,” Tyler explained, “he was a hell hound in a humans body. The pure personification of evil, worse than that of the devil. He wanted to overthrow Satan and free all of the Damned into earth, heaven, and purgatory.”

“Is that all?” you asked, “Where is he now?”

“Libitina.”

“The place all the bad, bad people go?” Tyler never answered. He got up and went to take a shower, not before turning to you.

“Want to come with me?” He held a hand out for you to take.

You thought for a second, knowing you promised Brendon that you would not start anything with Tyler. But it was Tyler, the man who was leading you through hell for nothing but pride, and had suffered so much. He opened up to you, even if it was poco a poco. So, you nodded with a broad smile and took his hand, letting him lead you to the big shower.

You hardly expected to be reaching the most beautiful circle of hell. You didn’t know that there was such a thing. But, you and Tyler walked down a long gravel path with green grass on either side, a large creek came into view with a man leaning against the post of a magnificent bridge of dark wood and golden railings on either side. The man was shorter than the bridge and had a black hoodie that you swore was Thrasher brand.

Hm, didn’t know they had brands in hell.

When you approached the man, you noticed that his body was covered from head to toe, including his hands, which were tucked comfortably into his pockets, and he had two feathered wings on his back, tucked so close together and compact, it was almost like he was hiding them from you.

"That's Pete, he's a harpy," Tyler explained, looking toward the man expectantly, "He's probably here to help us through the rings of Violence."

He didn’t seem to be paying attention to you as you and Tyler walked up, his head parallel with the ground, not letting you see his face. When he finally heard your footsteps, he looked up, sending shivers down your spine with his yellow eyes. When he saw you, he stood up taller and rolled his shoulders out before putting his hands together and dropping them in front of him. A stark contrast from the red-scale eyes you had seen so far. When you took a closer look, you saw small tufts of feathers poking out of the bottom of the hood.

"Hey," he greeted, looking between you and Tyler, and after a beat of silence, stuck his hand out to introduce himself, "I'm Pete, guardian of Violence. It's nice to finally meet you, my lady."

Tyler's eyes widened and he cleared his throat, hoping you wouldn’t notice his formality, "This is (Y/N), Pete. She's the girl Brendon wants."

Pete's expression matched Tyler's as he realized his mistake, "Oh, my bad. Thought you were someone else." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and waited for Tyler to reprimand him like he used to, but nothing ever came.

"We should get walking now, we have three rings to get through at one time," Tyler said. Pete nodded and turned on his heel, leading you across the bridge. The bridge was way longer than you expected, but it the shortest ring of Violence, so you couldn’t complain about the creaking below your feet as you walked. One you had looked down, you saw creatures swimming up and down, and a large one that looked very scary. "That's Leviathan, he doesn’t like Acheron, so he stays here," Tyler explained.

"Oh cool, another hell creature I have to know about," you said, sarcastically, "what next, are there hellhounds?"

"Oh, they're in the circle Brendon occupies," Pete answered from ahead of you two, "He made them cuter."

You all walked in silence for what seemed like ages, walking across this bridge seemed easier than going through the other rings, but you knew it was too good to last. It was hell, after all. Tyler seemed to be walking on eggshells, any splashing spooked him, he refused to look up at Pete or at you and walked so cautiously that it seemed like he wasn’t even on the bridge with you. He seemed to be off in his own world.

Your mind, however, had started to wander. You thought about your life, trying to figure out what you did that sent you down here on this... adventure?

"You really shouldn’t do this, (Y/N)," Harrison said, "You love Tom, how do you think he'll react when he finds out?"

"It's just a girl, he won't care," you reasoned, looking up at Harrison with glassy eyes, your speech slightly slurred, "He has a girlfriend, if anything he should be thrilled! I'm finally getting some and forgetting about him!"

"There's a difference between forgetting about him and moving on,” Harrison muttered, “come on, (Y/N), let’s just go home and watch x-files.” He reached for your hand, but you pulled it away from him quickly and blew him off, claiming you were a big girl and you could take care of yourself.

“I’ll be fine, Harrison,” you slurred, giggling at something in your head as a girl reached for you, equally as drunk, and started to drag you away, “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby! Don’t wait up! Get some while you’re here.”

“(y/n), stop daydreaming,” Tyler said, breaking you out of your trance like state. You didn’t realize you were at the end of the bridge, and, in addition, the end of the first ring in violence. You looked ahead and saw, finally, the true reason the ring was called violence. There were people, the damned, running around picking raspberries as harpies flew over their heads, talons out, picking people up, clawing at their faces and hands.

Pete didn’t stop, he continued to lead you toward a ginormous building, completely ignoring the pleads of mercy all around you. You kept your eyes down, looking at the path under your feet.

When you looked up, finally, you saw the entrance to the building.

“Libitina, in all her glory,” Pete said, his voice bored. The doors were already open, and it looked like someone forced it open.

“Is it… supposed to look like that?” you asked. Tyler nodded, looking reminiscent.

“A long time ago, someone broke out through the doors and Brendon never bothered to fix them,” he said. Suddenly, sirens rang through the air and both Pete and Tyler stood up straight, “now, that isn’t supposed to happen.”

The boys charged in, leaving you at the door with a shocked expression. You had a feeling that you’d need to use Eveningstar. You ran in after them, but the place was far too big and you found yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time. You got lost in the winding halls, listening out for voices, but they were all drowned out by the piercing siren.

You were pulled into someone’s chest and a knife was held to your throat. A silver handle was held by a tan hand and you knew. Morningstar.

“I suggest you keep that pretty little mouth shut, unless you want to disappear,” a gravelly voice said in your ear. He turned you toward two forms, Pete and Tyler. They writhed in their spots, trying to move but they couldn’t.

“How did this happen so fast?” Pete groaned.

“revenge makes the damned powerful, Peter,” the man behind you laughed, “especially when the bitch that put me here is near.”

“What?” you asked.

“Shut up, Muriel!” the man spoke.

“That’s not Muriel, Joshua!” Tyler yelled, “Muriel would know better than to come back.”

“Then why are you guarding her, who is she?” Josh said, ending with a laugh. He truly thought you were this Muriel person.

Angel. Demon. Whatever.

Your mind reeled. Why would he thing you’re Muriel? Joshua held the blade harder against your throat, leaving you to gasp for breath without letting it cut into the skin. Joshua looked down at you, his gaze clouded with pain and loss, and when you locked eyes, he seemed thrown off. The sharpness of the blade eased up as he was sent into a whirlwind of old emotions.

"(y/n)! Do you remember the view? Remember what you said when we looked out of Joe's window together?" Tyler said from his spot, locked in place. He couldn’t move his legs to reach you. Josh must have been practicing his biokinesis after all these years. You knew exactly what he was talking about. Azrael's blade was digging into your side in this compromising position.

"I said that you almost forget we're in hell for all eternity," you answered in a weak voice. You slid one of your hands away from the hand holding a knife to your throat and down your side to the shadow-casted blade. You unsheathed it and moved it from your side to slightly poke Josh's, "We were so enthralled, we didn’t hear Joe enter the room."

How did you know how to stab Josh with this blade without killing him?

You stabbed the knife into his side and felt the blade on your neck ease up. But, you moved too quickly and the blade dug into your neck and cut you. You fell on your side, landing next to Josh, facing him.

Both you and Josh passed out. Tyler finally broke free and ran to you, pulling your body into his lap.

“No!”

“Hello, Gabriel,” you greeted the angel, smiling gently at him as he brought you in for a hug, “I missed you.” Brendon had crossed arms, watching you and his brother interact with each other. He never knew he could be the jealous type.

“I missed you too, Azrael,” Gabriel squeezed you tight before the hug ended and pulled away.

“What’s this about you not taking the mistakes from limbo to purgatory?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t ask that,” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Dad is being a pain lately, and forcing us to kill off forgotten souls.” Brendon rolled his eyes, of course his father would do that, he was never the most considerate ruler.

You shook your head. Of course, he was trying to do that. Hell was starting to get crowded, you could only imagine what it looked like in purgatory and heaven.

“More people are going to hell than ever, heaven isn’t even that full,” Gabriel explained, “We’re filtering all the people we can into heaven from purgatory but they’re moving slower than ever.”

“I suppose this is means for revolution again?” you sighed. The last time there was a revolution in hell and purgatory, your son had died in the hands of your brother, Muriel. You could never be really mad at Muriel, he was doing what he thought was right, but now more than ever, you missed your dear Josh.

“How? Last time I took care of all the revolutionists last time,” Brendon spoke up, taking your hand after he saw your face fall. Gabriel shrugged.

“There are two new souls coming, and one of them is going to start a revolution,” Gabriel looked you in the eyes, his golden orbs reassuring. However, it wasn’t reassuring enough, “One of them is Joshua.”

You groaned at the red light shining above your head.

“What the fuck happened?” you asked. Tyler and Pete were sitting, having just seen exactly what happened. You looked down at your body, you were wearing the same red dress you saw in your dream.

Nightmare? No, definitely not a nightmare.

Memory.

Josh came too soon after, looking at you with a hopeful sparkle in his eyes. It was quickly gone, however, when he realized it was no longer a dream.

“Lady Azrael,” Pete said, moving to kneel.

“I didn’t believe Brendon when he said it was you,” Tyler muttered.

You stood up, a little unsteady on your bare feet, as opposed to shoes you were wearing, on the rough concrete. You stepped toward Josh, who was holding his side with on hand, and holding Morningstar in the other. You reached down and took your blade.

Huh, maybe it did belong to you.

“You never know who you’re threatening,” you said. This act was coming so natural.

“Go ahead. Finish me off, wipe me from existence,” Josh said, barely able to speak now, “you have to know that these wounds don’t heal.”

You did know. Somehow. Maybe Azrael was telling you, deep down. But she was also begging you to not take her son, your son, away again. The pain was too much.

“I’m not going to finish you off, Joshua,” you said, squatting down to take both blades, the one in his hand and the one in his side, away from him, “I’m going to take this blade out of your side, and I'll heal you.”

“Why?”

“What kind of mother would I be to leave my son lying, in pain.”

#brendon urie smut #brendon urie fanfiction #brendon urie #brendon urie imagine #brendon urie x reader smut #brendon urie x reader #tyler joseph #Josh Dun #pete wentz

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jayascorner · 6 years ago

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college tings

[tyler joseph x reader]

y/n was never the type of girl that would skip class. not saying that she likes school or wants to stay in school, no, she hates school’s stinkin’ guts. its just there’s a consequence, i mean, there’s always consequences. she never ever gets in trouble, and she’s practically an angel at school. no one wants to be noticed by the whole school. that’s pretty embarrassing.

but sometimes y/n needs to get away from this boy..... a boy who has always been in her high school and just happened to be at the same college as her.(like.. just great!) a boy highly annoys her; but does it on purpose. a boy that drives her crazy, but she just can’t get him off her mind. a boy that she thinks she hates, but her stupid hormones won’t let her decide whether she likes him or not.

either way he wouldn’t like her anyways, he’s probably just trying to tease her, or play with her feelings like most boys do. but he really does it just because he knows she likes him secretly.

well, anyways, this day was a great day to just stay out of his presence, or just stay out of having to talk to him. it’s kinda hard to find words to say when those brown eyes are staring into yours, and that angelic voice that comes out of his mouth. it’s just too overwhelming for her!

all this to say, yes she skipped the only class she had with him. she went to the mall with her friend brooke. that’s a great way to escape tyler.

so yeah. they were walking through the mall and found a place to sit. brooke had a hunch that she just needed to ask her.

“hey y/n?” brooke asked. “what?”

she smirked. “do you like tyler?”

y/n’s eyes widened. “what?!” she whisper shouted. “i said, do you like tyler. you know? that cute guy who hangs out with that other hot dude that dyes his hair?” is it that obvious? i hate talking to him. she thought. “uhm n-no... what makes you think that?” “ i had a hunch. and i always see you talking to him.”

her face crinkled up in disgust. “oh god no! he’s the one that talks to me! he always teases me and makes me want to die.” she said, but obviously the last one was a lie. he doesn’t make her want to die, come to think of it, y/n literally craves his voice everyday. she won’t know what to do if he leaves or if he’s not around. she just won’t admit it.

“oh is that so? usually a guy who teases a girl likes her. he just tries to find another way to flatter her...by not flattering her. y’know what i mean?”

“uh...no. i don’t know what you mean.”

brooke stopped. “you seriously don’t know what i’m talking about? a lot of boys do that. i swear there’s got to be some sexual tension between you two.”

she shook her head. “no. i don’t think so. there’s many other women for someone like him to be fond of. and it’s never gonna be me. that’s something obvious to point out.”

“okay... just don’t come screaming to me if y’all end up making out or something...”

“oh god that’s a bad visual, brooke” she said really embarrassed. and yes, that was another lie. “yeah right that’s a bad visual! i bet you’re always imagining that when he’s ‘annoying’ you.” she pointed out.

“pshhh the only thing i want to do is get away from him and have nothing to do with him.”

brooke stopped dead in her tracks as if she were thinking really hard.

“wait... what classes do you have with him?” she asked. “uh this class period. why?”

“OHHH I GET WHY YOU DECIDED TO SKIP CLASS WITH ME!!! YOU WANTED TO GET AWAY FROM HIM AND THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY!! wow i should’ve known. you know you can always tell me if you need help with a guy.”

“no no i don’t need help with guys. i still don’t know how you’re getting these ideas, they’re ridiculous.” she exclaimed.

“hey. y’know what i think is ridiculous? you denying all this. i know you think he’s hot. i see your conversations. the way your face looks. sure you want to get away, and oh! i know why, it’s that you don’t want him to see you blush or whatever. you definitely have feelings for ty-”

“DANG Y/N! are you skipping class too?” they hear someone shout from behind. lo and behold there’s a grinning tyler with his friend josh. and oh Lord he’s coming.

y/n’s heart rate went up like ten times faster. “uh oh. uh.... uh brooke can you.. cAN YOU HIDE ME!?”

brooke smirked at her and started walking backwards slowly towards josh’s direction.

“sorry y/n. you’ll have to figure this one out on your own. i got dibs on someone else.”

y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes. “great.” she muttered.

tyler was still coming. he looked so excited to see her. y/n yelped and headed for the nearest outlet store. it just so happened to be a forever 21. “y/n wait!” tyler’s voice was faint from a distance, but she was too busy to hear him. she rushed to the back of the store where she most likely wouldn’t be found.

there was a gasp heard from probably one of her other friends. “y/n?! what are you doing here?! and why are you in such a big hurry?” y/n turned around to see her friend bailey with her arms full of clothes to try on.

“uhmm.... do you have a minute?” y/n asked. “yeah, yeah sure.”

they went into the dressing room to so she could spill everything. it wasn’t really a big deal, though.

“uh so you know tyler?”

bailey started giggling. “yea.”

“well um— you see- he really annoys me and tries to talk to me a lot just to tease me about things. i wanted to get away from him because this is the only class i have with him. so i’m here and skipping class with brooke. but then he just shows up out of no where with josh! and he’s trying to get to me. and then brooke just runs away with josh, and i had nowhere else to go but here to escape! so i ended up here.”

“oh y/n. it looks like you have a crush on someone. you’re trying to avoid him aren’t you?” she asked.

y/n groaned in frustration “no i don’t have a crush on him. and no i’m not trying to avoid him. and how do you know i like him?”

bailey shook her head. “it’s so obvious that you like him! stop denying your emotions, cause deep down, you know you like him. just cut the bs already!”

“that’s exactly what i was thinking!!” y/n said.

she shrugged “anyways, don’t we need to get you some clothes so you’ll stand out to him more? ‘cause this place has really cute clothes. and i bet if we get something like a crop top, you’ll be irresistible to him.”

“what?! why are so many people trying to set me up with him?” y/n whisper shouted as her face reddened.

“because you said so yourself. you like him.” bailey said, then saw tyler enter the outlet. “i’m gonna go use the restroom.” she pointed to the restroom and walked off.

now y/n was left all alone with no one to talk to. oh wait- never mind. all except one.

she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist. “hey. i didn’t know you like forever 21. anyways, why’d you run away from me?” tyler whispered in her ear, which sent shivers down her spine. y/n turned out of his grip, and pushed him away.

the thing is, he had never touched her before, and he never used his voice like that on her either. so that totally surprised and scared the heck out of her at the same time. so she looked at his eyes. they weren’t full of what they usually were, no, they were filled with confusion and concern. she started to take a few steps back, but he grabbed her hand. “what’s the matter? you can talk to me, you know. i won’t hurt you.”

she glared up at him.

“i know you won’t hurt me. but you will annoy me. in all honesty that’s literally the only thing you do to me. like, seriously! what can you possibly gain when you talk to me?”

she didn’t really mean that. it’s just what she thought she believed. and it’s not true either.

“what will i gain? well obviously to get you to like me! to actually smile when i show up, or something. i didn’t know you hated me, i’m sorry.” he apologized.

then it hit her. tyler may like me back? her attitude softened as she realized he was just trying to.... be nice? all along? it didn’t seem like that, though.

she sighed.

“no need to apologize. i don’t hate you. i actually feel the opposite. i-i just thought it was annoying how you always made me blush and feel really warm and..” you sighed. “and it just made me want to die! because i knew you would never feel the same. but here i am, telling you all this because maybe i think i lik-“ she got cut off by a pair of soft lips being attached to hers.

sadly, the kiss only lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away to see y/n’s face full of shock.

she tried to say something but stuttered “u-uh”

“yeah. i’ll see you later y/n.” tyler said with a wink.

y/n stood there in shock of what just happened.

~the end~

a/n~do y’all want a part two? pls comment if you want one :))

#josh dun #tyler joseph x reader #tyler joseph #josh dun x reader’s friend #uwu #twenty one pilots #tøp #tøp fanfic #skeleton clique #clique as frick #tøp clique

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phil-and-a-corgi · 7 years ago

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highschool bandfic in a nutshell - chapter 2

chapter 1

rating: t/m (swearing and also irene’s writing.)

word count: um i dont know a lot ( 2083 )

summary: uhh we have that on the first page

here if you want to read it here then here you go materinos(doesn’t include behind the scenes bants though

here read it on google docs yeah i know so professional(this one has behind the scenes banter)

SECOND CHAPTER (2)

(written by renee @dan-and-a-shibe - pete’s pov)

after finally putting on my eyeliner (i had no time to do it this morning and i looked like a garbage can filled with shit on fire) i hopped off the sink counter. sighing and putting my MAC charcoal liner back into my bag.i dabbed just a wee bit of eyeshadow because WHY THE FUCK NOT. the bell rang, signalling that i was late for first period. why do i let a bell, a mere beep for 5 seconds control where i go and when i go. it just shows how even though everyone tries to be themselves that everyone ends up being dragged by the trends of society. so i decided to sit in the background and look through tumblr. on my phone. ten minutes of scrolling through poetry and kittens. i should get going now. so i did. i walked into mr armstrong’s class.

“mr wentz may i ask why you’re late.” he asked, jokingly in a teacher’s voice. “sorry it’s required to ask that” he whispered, winking at the class.

“i know why, because he was busy being a GAYLORD”(dh quote) that try hard kid justin bieber teased.

“ok justin please explain how your bleached hair isn’t gayer than his amazing eyeliner.” mr amstrong retorted back as the whole class “oohed” at justin.

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(written by Irene - @feckboy69-aol - frank’s pov)

Fuck Ms. O-Conner. Fuck her class. It's the only class that I don't have with my beloved Gee and the rest of the guys I hung out with and the only class where the teacher actually expects me to do shit. Like okay, maybe there’s some nice chicks in this class and I sit in the back next to a window where I can stare out of and think of my beloved, beautiful Gee, but so what? Lorde’s (yeah, that's what her preferred name was, what a joke) a fucking bore. Honestly, so would this school be, if not for my beloved, precious, beautiful Gee and the shit going on with Ryan and Beebs’ tea drama. Oh, that and the whole of Beaver’s crowd; it was fun watching them get owned by literally everyone here.

Anyway, English class. Lorde Bitchface was screaming about the importance of “putting emotion into your poems” and using “meaningful symbolism” to give your writing “depth” like the edgy bitch she was, so I just tuned her ugly mug out as usual, grabbing my notebook and turning to a fresh page. I gripped the #2 mechanical pencil in my hands and let my mind wander and think about my beloved, adorable, precious, and beautiful Gee, which wasn't very hard. I thought about the last time we had made out (in the bathroom near Bitchface’s class in the stall that no one used) and let my hand draw what I thought. I never was a good artist, but my beloved, handsome, adorable, precious, and beautiful Gee had taught me a couple things (some about art, some about other things), so I had become pretty good. I concentrated for a good 5-7 minutes on the drawing, making every line count, and then smirked to myself at the finished masterpiece. It was stunning; well Gee was.

“Ah… Mr. Iero, why don't you tell us?” said Lorde Bitchface, looking at me with that stupid fucking teacher look that Mr. Armstrong had copied perfectly from her and would use to joke around. But I, being me, tried to pass it off with a smartass answer, something I always did that got on the bitch’s nerves.

“See now I would, but I don't do things like that for free,” I said, giving her a mischievous look. Several girls in front of me (except Hayley, that sassy lassy, who just rolled her eyes and went back the crap that Bitchface was teaching) turned around and giggled, playing with their hair in a vain attempt to try and get my attention. They knew about Gee and me; the whole school did (that's a story for another time), but they still thought they could get me. But I played along anyway, winking at them and giving them the Frank Iero Famous smoulder. The girls seemed impressed, but Bitchface clearly wasn't, her ugly face (okay, I knew she wasn't ugly, she probably got a lot of action actually with that figure, but I despised her so fuck off) morphing into one of disgusting bitch anger, her nose and eyebrows scrunched up and her lips pursed into a tight, white line. I knew she was about to blow, when a kid sitting all the way up in the front who I didn't even know existed until he spoke his next words (that would definitely be his last if I ever found him alone in a dark hallway, by the way) said, “He's being inappropriate and drawing repulsing images in his notebook, Ms. Lorde. I saw him when I went to sharpen my pencil, Ms. Lorde,”

He then turned around and smirked at me, his wavy ginger hair following him as he did, an aura of smugness about him that I did not appreciate.

I saw the anger drain from Lorde Bitchface’s face and have it replaced with a look of calmness that was actually more efficient in scaring people than her anger.

Fucking asshole, I thought, momentarily losing my cool before reminding myself that I was Frank Iero and bitches wished they could kiss the ground I walked on with their crusty-ass, chapped as fuck lips.

So when that fucking whore of a teacher gave me detention, I simply smiled and said a cheeky, “Can't get enough of me as it is, Lorde? Not that I can't see why you wouldn't want more of this,” running my hands through my hair, knowing that this was definitely gonna make the ugly hag throw a fit, which would be far more amusing than if I had just accepted the offer of yet another detention.

It worked; I got sent to the principal's office, but like hell I was actually gonna go there. I smiled to myself as I walked outside the door, giving Bitchface a cheeky salute as I went out, not staying long enough for her to scream more shit at me.

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(written by renee @dan-and-a-shibe - ray’s pov)

geez well this is frank's seventh detention this week and it's only wednesday. how is that even possible. well, lorde's most recent detention got him a saturday detention for the whole day and i knew he was supposed to go hang out with gee. gerard would be heartbroken if he couldn't make it to their next date. they have date night in saturday. i had to convince lorde to get him out of detention. she hadn't hated me yet, so i had a chance. while we were supposed to be writing deep poetry, i went up to her desk.

“hey um, ms lorde, uh sorry about frank. his family isn't really okay at the moment, and well, he's been acting up. more than usual. his parents have been really hard on him, especially with the detentions. i hope you can withdraw the multiple detentions from the past three days. don't mention this to him, or anyone else. please.” truth was that franks family wasn't doing to well but they weren't being hard on him, they didn't care anymore.

lorde paused for a moment. “ok then, ill withdraw the detentions. only for this week. why don't you go down to the office and tell him this detentions are withdrawn.” i knew i could do it. most ladies have more vulnerable emotions, they’re more sensitive. and that's why women are so great. and now he only had three after school detentions..

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(written by Irene - @feckboy69-aol - tyler’s pov)

It was lunch for the Sophomores, so as usual, I was trying to find my best fren Josh Dun. It was strange, he wasn't anywhere to be seen, when usually I could spot his vibrant colored hair in any crowd (it was a bright yellow today). So when I entered the large circular shaped cafeteria, and didn't see him, I started to panic a bit.

He was there in the morning, we walked here together, he was there in first period, I saw him when I went to go to the bathroom, he was there during third period because I was there with him, oh no, he got kidnaped… he got bullied he's in a locker somewhere stuck I have to go, he's hurt I have to sav-

“Tyler!” I heard someone scream from behind me, interrupting my very important thoughts about Jishwa. I turned around in pure panic, ready for the news that was going to be solemnly sorrowful; news about Jishwa’s untimely death.

Alas, it was only Jenna Joseph Black, a pleasant surprise at that. I smiled in spite of my internal mental struggle, watching Jenna smiling and running up to me. The cafeteria was now starting to fill up, with cliques of people banding together in their own respectable tables, as usual.

Jenna grinned at me, giving me a friendly greeting. I didn't want her to get worried for my stupid overthinking habit. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder, leading me to our lunch table which consisted of me, Jish, her, Hayley (Kiyoko) Adam, Jack, and Ryan. The others weren't there yet, me and Jen usually arrived early, Josh not too far behind us, with the rest walking together, usually bringing some mundane news about whatever they considered important in their lives. Usual conversations involved Jack and his frens coming in with their loud but awkward selves, Hayley not too far behind them, her hands crossed in silent disapprovement at almost everyone and everything. They all would then come in to our table, interrupting the meaningful conversations that Jen, Jish and I would be having, usually conversations about the possibility (or plausibility) of whether coconut sharks could or not exist, (if they did exist, where would they be swimming?) with talk about the latest song from so-and-so’s band or whether Ryan and Brendon would ever get back together, or at least make up.

But that's not what exactly happened today because Jen, ever the one to notice and care, gave me a caring concerned look that depicted exactly how much she cared and was concerned about me and Jish, her eyes gleaming in the bright-lighted cafeteria, her mouth morphing into a depressing frown.

“Where's Jish?” She inquired, the proportions of her face perfectly in line, to the point where she made everyday curiosity look like it was the epitome of perfection, suddenly standing up, probably (or plausibly) realizing that if Jish were here, he would be right now.

I slouched further into my seat, gulping, my throat feeling dry, “I don't Jen… I don't know…”

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thank-you-phipps · 5 years ago

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Review: Josh and Hazel’s Guide to Not Dating by Christina Lauren

Christina Lauren writes romance novels, of course. (If that wasn’t the case this review wouldn’t exist.) I’ve tried several of her other books and they’ve all irritated the fuck out of me with the exception of this one and Autoboyography which is a gay coming of age story I remember liking but I haven’t read it in a while, so maybe not anymore. Her other books tend to go heavy on the sex, which turns me off big time. I can never suspend disbelief that the couple aren’t in it for the sex more than they should be for this to qualify as love and not infatuation. Anyway, I liked this one. Here’s why:

First of all, the friendship is given ample time to develop, and before much happens at all in the romance department we already feel that these two people have grown into each other. When the story starts Josh is dating Tabitha, who we find out has been cheating on Josh for a long while. Hazel is literally in the room when Josh discovers this, and takes him for ice-cream, comfort him and acts like a good friend. Josh offers Hazel his place when her apartment floods. They’re bored together, hang out together, go on adventures together, love each other before they’re drawn to build on the friendship.

The double dating montage was the catalyst, and from there they fell into each other. Christina kept the romance organic by having it be completely dependent on their continued profound friendship. Their love grew by necessity. It wasn’t prodded along with sizzling sexual tension or expectation. They started out as friends, and they fully intended to keep being friends. Josh didn’t have an ulterior motive for being Hazel’s friend or vice versa. At the same time, where they ended up felt inevitable and impossible to avoid even if they’d wanted to, because their hearts felt so full to bursting with love for the other that romantic love seemed the only level up from there, and they desperately needed the head room.

One of my favorite moments is a quote from the narration in Josh’s point of view,

“She screws up her nose, and then looks at me, gauging my reaction. The realization that she always looks to me, for solidarity, for my opinion, for reassurance, lights a fuse in me, and it’s honestly all I can do to keep from leaning forward and kissing her in front of [Tyler].”

So many romance authors rely heavily on romantic chemistry to get the relationship off the ground, and it bugs the shit out of me. You give me nothing to sink my teeth into but hot stares and an “inexplicable draw” between the two characters and I’m expected to believe they could exist happily ever after the last page, when I know full well that the moment the sparks stop flying, these people wouldn’t have a thing to say to each other? There is no… structural integrity to their feelings, which makes us question if their heads are up their asses or in the clouds. I wouldn’t trust them to know how they feel deep down about their prospective love interest any more than I’d trust someone under the influence to know if it was a smart idea to sit, no hands, on the windowsill several stories up. (Aye, I’m literate.) Moreover, that particular formula doesn’t leave much room for a unique relationship. (Kinda nice to run into one of those when romance is almost all you read.) There’s not a whole lot of pathways to forming a unique romantic relationship if you kick it off with sexual tension, which doesn’t really vary couple to couple. Keeping it platonic at first gives the characters a chance to find their own unique dynamic, which, once it’s developed into something more, has the chance to keep some of its originality.

This latter point was not a problem for Christina. As for the former, she shepherded her characters toward each other without grand romantic displays or helpful gestures that reek of ulterior motives, keeping their heads clear and their common sense intact. These two characters fall in love the way you would expect two adults in the real world to fall in love: quietly, by becoming first and foremost indispensable companions to one another. What a concept.

A quote I really fucking like but that I couldn’t fit into my review as supporting evidence after editing it a fuckton, “…But looking back, it feels like we’d been headed there since the first time we saw each other at the barbecue. Even on our dates, she’s always been the center of my attention, the person I’m really with.”

Christina also keeps more of the character in focus than most. I mean, nobody is George Elliot tier fleshed out, but there are touching moments when we get to see good, varied qualities in one person through the eyes of another. e.g. when they are on a double date and Josh has accidentally set Hazel up with a class A douche canoe, Josh’s heart melts as he realizes how Hazel aways makes a wholehearted effort with each date, further reflecting on how little her date deserves her good natured perseverance in the face of his prickishness. It was a moment of clear judgement, and knowing Josh was capable of being objective where Hazel was concerned, combined with the fact that he couldn’t find anything really wrong with her made me feel all warm and fuzzy. There were moments where each could step back and look at the other as a whole, saying, independent of romantic attraction, Yeah, this is a pretty bomb person.

I am wary of discussing sex in my reviews, but I doubt anyone will be able to tell in future posts because I know how useful they can be as an analyses tool. It’s such an effective way of reviewing an author’s romantic style, because any problematic or wonderful aspects of the writing or romantic taste will inevitably surface when the characters are intimate. Christina dodged all the red flags that can pop up in romance novels. In fact, I can’t think of a single thing about this book that turned me off of it. The attraction between the two was never overdone. Josh doesn’t leer, and neither does Hazel, but never do I doubt they love each other as something more. Moments after the afore-quoted quote, Hazel leans forward, inadvertently giving Josh an eyeful. This of course needs to elicit a reaction from Josh, (it’s the whole purpose of writing it in) and it does, yet the moment doesn’t put me off. It doesn’t make me question whether or not he’s in it for her as a person, first of all because there is ample proof the contrary (see; the rest of the book), but also because his reaction isn’t lecherous. He leans back and closes his eyes in defeat. There is no way to misinterpret his meaning. He desires her, plain and simple. But it’s so damn sweet. The sex in this book is lustful, yes, but…almost in a Christian way? That sounds absolutely absurd, I know, but hear me out. Even when Christina describes Hazel’s body in Josh’s eyes she keeps it private and delicate. Her descriptions of Hazel through Josh are moving in their heartfelt yet dignified appreciation. Many authors describe a woman’s body as plump, full, “ripe,” and lush; a body that can fill a man’s hands. While these terms and descriptions are certainly effective and paint a picture, it’s too easy to feel like she’s a juicy fruit he’s feasting on. It’s erotic and lustful, but not tender or personal. Here is a moment in Josh POV post-coitus.

“Hazel’s mouth and her shoulders, soft pink tips of her breasts, her bursting laugh, and the quiet way she told me to stay inside her before she fell asleep beneath me on the floor…”

The sex isn’t tame, and it’s not fade-to-black, but it’s so goddamn sweet, and that doesn’t dampen the eroticism. It heightens it. This is something not many authors seem to understand. Or maybe they’re writing to someone else.

There is much reciprocity of feeling on Hazel’s side that is rarely, rarely seen in romance novels. In many cases the man in the relationship is more openly appreciative of the woman’s body than the woman is of the man’s. The man feels attraction to the woman because of all she has to offer, basing none of his feelings for her on any feelings she might have for him in return, while a distressing amount of time in the woman’s POV is spent getting tittilated because she feels desired. I wouldn’t normally hold this against her, except that it’s so prevalent in romance, and so much of her attraction for him seems based on it. That’s not to say that women in romance novels don’t appreciate the man’s looks for their own sake, but their appreciation is almost always semi dependent on, or at least heightened by the man’s attraction to themselves. Not only does Hazel appreciate and desire Josh for personality and looks independent of his desire for her, but we get to see Josh, the man, feel aroused by Hazel, the woman, gazing at his naked form with lust. This small detail, seemingly insignificant, brought Josh a little more into focus, emphasizing that he wasn’t just here to play the horny-man-hot-sex-dispenser meant to fulfill the fantasies of female readers everywhere; and consequently dispelled any lingering suspicions that Hazel was simply the corresponding placeholder for the reader prone to self insertion.

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blurry-fics · 6 years ago

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Chapter Six

Realize That It’s Gone | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 2190

Author’s Note: Ok, so I expected the last chapter to frustrate a lot of you, but oh my gosh some of you were heated!! (And I don’t blame you in the slightest). Anyway, hopefully this chapter clears some things up. Enjoy :) (picture credit)

My fingernails were digging so deeply into my palms that I was sure it would leave marks. I watched as Josh chatted with Y/N just inside the door, despite the fact that she said she had to leave nearly ten minutes ago. She glanced at me every so often, but I simply offered her a smile and acted like I was doing something on my phone.

“Ok, I really need to get going,” Y/N said, checking the time on her phone for the third time during their conversation. “My parents are going out tonight and I told them I would look after Georgie, they’ll be waiting on me.”

“It was really nice getting a chance to talk with you,” Josh said, offering her his signature smile. “Hopefully we get another opportunity soon.”

My jaw clenched.

“Agreed, I’ll definitely be over here more often,” she returned his smile.

Josh pulled her into a hug and my fists tightened. This was ridiculous.

“Bye, Tyler.”

I barely even registered that Y/N had said my name. My right hand loosened as I raised it to wave at her. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice the deep ridges in my palm from my fingernails.

Josh closed the door behind her and slowly wandered into the kitchen, whistling to himself. I stood in place, waiting until I heard the heavy metal door in the hallway slam. Y/N always took the stairs down.

“What was that about?” I asked.

Josh turned to me with furrowed eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“With Y/N!” I said, throwing an exasperated arm into the air.

He pursed his lips, “I’m not entirely sure what you mean, Tyler.”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“I’m not playing dumb! I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The flirting? ‘There’s a lot of people here that I want to get to know.’ Come on, man,” I said, running my hands through my hair.

Josh grabbed one of the plates from the sink and began to rinse it off. “It was harmless, Tyler. I honestly didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

“Obviously it’s a big deal! You know how I feel about her. Did you really think that I wouldn’t care if you went around blatantly flirting with her right in front of me?”

“She was flirting back! You can’t pin all the blame on me for what happened. Had she been uncomfortable, I would have stopped immediately, but she wasn’t.”

“That’s not the point, Josh! You know that I like her. That alone should be enough to stop you from flirting with her like - well, like that!”

Josh set the plate that he had been washing down in the sink and wiped his hands off on a nearby towel.

“Why aren’t you doing anything about it, then? If I didn’t know any better, I would think you two were nothing more than friends. If you were actively pursuing her, I wouldn’t have flirted. You’re right. But you’ve had your chance, Ty, and you’re lying to yourself if you think I’m the only guy that’s going to show interest in her.”

I shook my head, ��You don’t get it. Why don’t you try spending some time in my head, alright? Do you know how badly I want to tell her how I feel?”

“Then why don’t you?”

“It’s not that simple!” I yelled. Josh looked taken aback by the sudden jump in volume. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“I might if you actually talked to me about stuff, Tyler! How was I supposed to know that flirting with her would upset you? I barely even knew that you still had feelings for her!”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No!”

I sighed and rubbed my hands along my face. My thoughts were quickly starting to spiral.

“Listen, Tyler, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to upset you. I assumed since you hadn’t mentioned your feelings in awhile, it wouldn’t be a huge deal for me to flirt with her. She’s pretty, I’ll admit that, and I want to get to know her better. But if you’re uncomfortable with it, I can lay off the flirting.”

“I am uncomfortable with it.”

“But if she flirts first, then I’m going to reciprocate.”

I knew I should argue, but I was tired of fighting with Josh and my head was muddled with too many thoughts.

“Sure, fine, whatever.”

“Are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good. I’m sorry for exploding on you, it’s just a sensitive topic with me,” I said, refusing to meet Josh’s eyes.

“You can talk to me about stuff, you know. I’m willing to listen.”

“I know. Thanks.”

Josh didn’t say anything else, so I shuffled down the hall towards my room. Even though Josh had said he would stop flirting with Y/N, I wasn’t entirely convinced that it would stop the entire situation. I had no idea where Y/N stood with Josh, aside from the flirting she had done with him today. Josh wasn’t really her type, but then again, I didn’t really know her type. The only person I had ever really seen her show interest in was me.

I collapsed onto my bed, grabbing a pillow to pull over my head. Maybe Josh had a point. I had my chance to go after Y/N and I hadn’t used it. Did she even feel the same anymore? We had been apart for a long time and she had seemed interested in Josh when she was over.

He was perfect for her, when I thought about it: the exact type of guy I had always assumed Y/N would end up with. Josh was confident and funny and caring, all things that I wasn’t. He knew how to flirt and make her blush, another thing that I had never been able to do. Yeah, maybe they would work out together.

Even if I didn’t want them to.

Not wanting to entertain the thoughts any longer, I walked over to my dresser and grabbed the headphones that were sitting on top of it. I slid the volume up to full blast and fell back onto my bed, allowing my face to get squished into the mattress.

Maybe if I laid here long enough, I would fall asleep and my brain would shut off for awhile.

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My music was still blasting when I woke up from my nap. I sighed and rolled onto my back, trying to figure out just how long I had been asleep. The sun had gone down and there were a few unread messages on my phone, mostly from my family. Y/N had texted too, so I read that one first.

Y/N: Hey, I noticed you were acting a little off today. Hope everything is ok. Text/call me if you need me <3

I smiled and typed out a quick answer. It seemed the nap had done its job of making me feel a little better.

Tyler: A lot on my mind. Call you in a little bit?

Josh was sitting on the couch as I walked out to the living room with an empty plate sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He turned and smiled at me, but didn’t pause his TV show like he usually did. I gave him a lazy wave and continued my shuffle to the kitchen.

After looking through the cabinets, I decided that nothing in our kitchen looked appealing enough for dinner. There was a Taco Bell not too far down the street and getting out of the apartment for awhile didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Before I fully processed what I was doing, I was standing by the door with my car keys in my hand.

“I’m going to Taco Bell. Want anything?” I asked.

Josh didn’t turn around as he answered, “No, thanks.”

“Ok.”

My car was still a little warm from the afternoon heat as I slid into the driver’s seat. There was a stack of half-written songs on the passenger side of the car, tossed into an unorganized mess. I collected them into a neat pile and set them in the back, hoping they wouldn’t fly up and out the open window on my way to get food.

I hummed along with the music as I pulled out onto the main road, hoping that it was the right direction. A few days in the new apartment hadn’t yet allowed me to get used to where everything was in relation to us, which had led to a lot of wrong turns as I tried to run errands over the last few days. It had taken me nearly twenty minutes to get to the grocery store the other morning.

My phone started buzzing right as I was about to pull up to the drive-through window at Taco Bell. Once glance at my phone was enough to tell me it was Y/N, so - not wanting to ignore her - I answered the call.

“Hello?” I answered, carefully watching the car in front of me.

“Hey, Ty, you said you wanted to talk-”

“Hold that thought,” I said, noticing the car in front of me start to pull away.

Y/N said something, but it was too muffled in the passenger seat for me to hear. My left leg was bouncing nervously as I paid for my food and took the bag from the person working at the window. As soon as it was in my hands, I pulled away and immediately parked in one of the little spots in the parking lot.

“Sorry about that,” I said, putting the phone on speaker and setting it on top of the dash.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m getting food,” I laughed. “You called right before I pulled up to the drive through window.”

“Of course.” She was laughing too. “What did you get?”

“I’ll give you three guesses,” I said, already pulling out my food. The wrappers crinkled in my hands.

“Taco Bell?”

“Ok, well, I guess you didn’t need all three.”

“Yes!” she cheered happily. “Anyway, do you need me to call you back?”

“No, it’s fine. I’m just chilling in the parking lot now.”

“Charming,” she giggled. “So, what was up with you today?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, Ty, I know you better than that. The spacing out. The weird looks. I know something was going on.”

I took a sip of my drink before speaking. “I guess - I don’t know - it was just weird to see you and Josh together.”

“Why?”

“Um, it was just like - I’m not used to hanging out with other people. Usually it’s just you and I, you know?”

“Are you worried that I like Josh better or something?” Her tone was joking, but I could tell there was sincerity behind the question.

I paused a moment. Then answered with a mumbled, “Yeah.”

“Ty, you know that’s not the case, right?”

I leaned further back into my seat. My back was sticking uncomfortably to the fabric of my shirt.

“You two seemed pretty friendly.”

She sighed. It was quiet, but I still caught it.

“I just wanted to get to know him because you’re in the band with him. You mean so much to me, Tyler. More than words could ever explain, I think. Josh is never going to take that place from you, he just… can’t. There’s years of inside jokes and arguments and memories that he can never take from between us.”

“I know. I just get worried. Like, there are better people for you out there.”

My hand clenched a little tighter around the empty wrapper in my hand. That was the closest I had ever gotten to admitting how I felt about Y/N. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to lay everything out during this phone call.

“Think what you want, Ty, but that isn’t the case.”

Even though I didn’t entirely believe her, I knew it wasn’t worth getting into an argument over. I had already had my fair share of arguments tonight.

“Alright, alright, I believe you.”

I lost track of how long I ended up sitting in that parking lot, talking with Y/N and enjoying the quiet background noise of my music. There was a light breeze that would drift through the windows every now and again, carrying my laughter along with it. It was peaceful, and for awhile I forgot all about what had happened when she visited the apartment.

She eventually said she had to go, her parents would be getting home soon and there was some laundry that needed to be dealt with. I agreed, explaining how I had told Josh I was going to get Taco Bell and had ended up staying out for over an hour. Despite me still being a little upset with him, I didn’t want him to worry.

“Goodnight, Tyler. I’ll see you soon, ok?”

“I’ll hold you to that. Goodnight, Y/N.”

The phone clicked as she ended the call and I leaned back in my seat, letting a smile overtake my face. Maybe things weren’t as hopeless as I thought.

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justtwentyonewriters · 8 years ago

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Goner//Josh Dun Fanfiction

Note: Since it’s pretty much based on the idea that the book 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher presented. It contains suicide, and some other pretty dark stuff. Each chapter will have its own warnings, but in the mean time be careful while reading—I don’t want to cause any harm.

He was a nobody last month—when the teachers would call his name in attendance, everyone would look around. Confused expressions adorning their features, he seemed like a myth. Like a legend.

“I heard that Josh kid killed a dude once.”

“Really? Because I heard he was raised by wolves” Stupid things created by rather stupid people—usually. The more insane and unrealistic stories seemed like a comic relief compared to the other rumors spread about the boy. You heard all about how he allegedly tried drowning his younger sister, how he allegedly got kicked out of his old school because he was dealing drugs, how he allegedly slit his wrists all day everyday.

You chose to ignore them—you rather liked Josh. Well when you saw him anyway. Columbus high wasn’t particularly small—there were a minimum of 3 classes each for all the core subjects; far more for the extracurricular. You were lucky though; you got to share 3 of 4 classes with this mysterious new kid. The one who kept his head down and only spoke when spoken to. You wish you could’ve figured out why.

You internally groaned as your teacher began talking—not about science, not about chemicals. Rather, he was discussing suicide. The topic on everybody’s mind since the “nobody” became the school celebrity. It made you sick to see everyone fake compassion, suddenly turn into heroes; or what they believed was a hero.

“I know this is a fresh wound for everyone, considering it has only been 2 weeks. But all the staff at Columbus High would like to reach out for any student needing help. Mental health is just as important as physical health! If your brain is off balance, then your whole body will follow.” You stared outside, choosing to ignore the latest soapbox speech. The sky was gray, except it wasn’t raining—nor did the clouds look like they wanted to pour. Rather it was just a dark undertone, blocking away the sunlight. Almost like the universe was foreshadowing the boy’s fate. “Now if you know anyone who is going through tough times; please remember that getting them help is much more important than keeping a friendship.” You cast your gaze over to the teacher, who was putting his paper on the desk. Figures, the school gave them a premade speech to rattle off. “Do any of you have any questions?” You took a deep breath in, waiting for the vultures to dive in for the kill.

“This kid, is he dead?” One of the basketball players asked from the back of the room; his expression was neutral but you could’ve sworn you heard his voice waver just a little.

“I am not in a position to discuss that with you Mr. Joseph. That is something you will have to talk to the family about. Are there any other questions?” Your gaze went to the basketball player, who was gnawing on his lip—deep in thought. Probably contemplating another question.

“If he does die, will there be an investigation and charges? Will it be treated like murder or just his bad decision making?” The people around him snickered at the end of his sentence, finding a cruel amusement in the insult. You found it sickening—for the fact that he probably tried killing himself for this exact reason.

“That is up to the family to decide.” The teacher stated bluntly, turning his attention to the latest unit. Trying to avoid being put in any more awkward situations for one morning. You pulled open your notebook, clicking your pen. Trying to ignore the heavy feeling settled in your chest—you barely knew this kid, so why is all the suicide talk getting to you?

“Hey! Y/L/N!” You heard someone call as you walked toward the lunchroom—your morning classes droned on, filled with chatter about Josh. Why people think he did it, what they think happened, even as far as how. It disgusted you to the core. You turned to see that basketball player, Joseph you think his name was walking up beside you. ‘‘You didn‘t look so good in class today, I was coming to see if you were alright” You were taken back by the question—despite its seemingly innocent motive.

“I’m fine, thank you Joseph.” You whispered, turning to leave toward the cafeteria once again.

“It’s Tyler, and you just didn’t seem so good when they brought up those rough topics. I just thought I’d be a support. So if you ever need anything. Call me.” He extended his hand out to yours—keeping up with you as you walked. You rolled your eyes before taking the paper and shoving it haphazardly into your pocket. “Before you think anything; I’m not playing any cheesy hookup lines on you. I actually care and don’t want this to happen to someone else.” He whispered to you, before changing paths and meeting up with the rest of the basketball team.

You couldn’t quite wrap your mind around it, the basketball team captain was suddenly being nice to you? Something was definitely up.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” Your mom asked, walking up to the door to greet you. Eyes shimmering with curiosity.

“It was fine, pretty boring though. Just notes all class.” You shrugged, taking your shoes off and making your way to your room. Your mom following you most of the way, asking you a variety of questions about your day. What were the notes on, did you learn anything interesting? Did you make any new friends? Needless to say, you were kind of resentful at what this Josh kid had caused—suddenly nobody left you alone. It was a constant stream of “how are you? Are you okay? How was your day?” and other fake interest. You liked it better when you could sit on the outside of the world and watch it as it passed, popping in on your own accord.

“Y/N, your bag is hanging wide open!” Your mom commented, as soon as you reached your door. You scrunched your nose up—you definitely remember zipping it before you made your way out of school. Except when you slung it off your back—the zipper was wide open. What the hell?

“I must’ve forgot to zip it! I’m going to make sure everything is here and do my homework. Okay mom, love you.” You quickly slipped into your room, shutting the door behind you before emptying the contents of your backpack on the bed.

Books, check. Pencil case, check. Notebook, check. Weird bag thing, check? You arched and eyebrow as you opened the zip lock bag. It seemed to have a brown paper bag inside of it. Sitting cross-legged on your bed you slowly pulled out the bag. Praying it didn’t have an illegal substance somewhere within it. You grabbed one end of the brown bag, letting out a shocked scream when it unrolled itself and something fell to you lap. Provoking the curiosity of your mother.

“I’m fine mom! No need to come in, just saw a spider that’s all.” You yelled out to her, taking a breath of relief when you saw it was only a usb drive that fell to your lap—not drugs. You inspected the drive, it was seemingly normal. Had a few scratches along it, but what doesn’t? Putting it to the side, you looked closer at the brown bag, opening it to find a few sheets of paper crammed inside.

For Your Eyes ONLY. Strange enough. You opened the paper, heart clenching when you saw a boyish handwriting sprawled across the page.

It’s simple. Watch the videos, pack up the usb and instructions, and move along—maybe even change a bit. That could never hurt right?

Besides that, keep this within the group—and keep it going. You wouldn’t want to know what would happen if it stopped, but what threat am I? I’m either dead or comatose.

No. It couldn’t be. Why is this coming to you? Maybe it was a mistake? You flopped over the side of your bed, reaching underneath to pull your laptop up onto your bed. Tapping nervously you watched as the technology in front of you took forever to open. And forever to recognize the USB.

13 files. Each were labeled with a number—nothing else. Taking a deep breath you clicked the first file—watching as the media player popped up, starting a video of a dark room. The only sounds were that of a furnace and someone’s breathing. Shivers found their way down your spine when you were met with a somewhat familiar face—he looked calm. A small smirk playing at his lips.

“I’m not going to repeat myself with instructions—if the person before you neglected to add them. Listen, find them and figure out what you need to do.” He let out a emotionless laugh. “Other than that, hey. Glad you could make it to the party.” You felt your chest tighten as your eyes burned with tears. You barely knew him, but seeing his face. No emotion, nothing on it made your heart shatter.

“To set the record straight here, no I didn’t leave any notes, no my family doesn’t know why and no all your rumors are probably wrong.” You paused the video, resting your elbows on your knees and holding your head up with your hands. Why was this sent to you?? “I know what you’re wondering, “What is this and why am I included”, in dear time friend. In due time you’ll know. Just listen for a bit—like I do. Well used to.” You stared at the screen, in complete shock. Jumping slightly when a knock came on your door.

“Honey, are you coming down for supper tonight?” Your mom asked—probably wondering how many plates to prepare.

“No, I’m really busy and not too hungry.” You called back, reaching in your bag for a pair of headphones. Plugging them in before warily pressing play again.

“If you’re ready for a ride, lets go. Congrats Mr. Cos, you’re the lucky first contestant.”

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catbtr0822 · 8 years ago

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Gøner (chapter 1) introduction

Its me carina and I’m about to tell you the story of how I fell in love with an evil person who had somewhat good in him.

It was time for school well high school that day well our last day and by our I mean my sister Jocelyn she was a sophomore I was a junior it was our last day because we had to move far away to a small town in Ohio my mom wanted a change and she found a good ranch house over there I was devastated to leave my bestfriends boyfriend and teachers but ehh I didn’t really care

So me and my sister got our backpacks went in the car and headed to school my little sister would be texting her douchebag of a boyfriend at least I think

I would always like to stare at the window and hear music it takes me away from the world it takes me someplace else

We were finally there as I walk in I hug my bestest friend dezzy and my boyfriend comes towards me Gilbert he’s the popular one im not well just because of my sister being the captain of the cheerleading team but I’m no one

Gilbert: hey babe *kisses me on the cheek

Me: hey…

Dezzy: OMG Im going to make this day special since you’re moving

Me: thanks but I’m fine

Gilbert: I know baby but I have something to tell you can we talk in private please

Me: sure what do you need to talk about?

He takes me behind the tree in school more privately

Gilbert: we need to break up I know this sounds harsh but I don’t like you anymore I like three other girls now and I don’t want to cheat on u because we never fucked so yeah

In one point I was like I’m going to murder him but on the other I felt nothing for him at all and I was happy that he didn’t take my virginity so I was ok

Me: OK have fun I’ll be fine

Gilbert: wait just like that?

Me: ehh I bet your penis is small anyways haha

Gilbert: wait no I’m sorry

Me: byeeeee

I walk to dezzy she asks what happened and I explain soon after we go to homeroom then boring classes after lunch and I noticed a lot of people were sad but mostly for my sister since she was the popular one the bell rings and its time to go home everybody starts hugging my sister goodbye and I see my sister also break up with her boyfriend i was happy

We go home and pack what’s left

Me: so how’d it go?

Jocelyn: okay

Me: don’t worry you’re popular everywhere

We laugh and she says do you think we’ll fit in I say I don’t know but I’m happy because I heard there’s a forest around there lol she says weirdo I hit her and we laugh

As soon as we go to our new home we unpack our clothes that’s what was left its really big im very happy but its lonely over here I go outside just to check it out and I see a pathway of a bridge to the forest I was a bit scared at first but then I rush inside

And get some black boots on my hoody skinny jeans and I rush to the forest before anyone sees as I walk in I bring an ugly old lantern since my phone had no battery then I go in deeper I feel lost and scared I don’t call out anyones name because they have no chance of hearing me

So I go deeper I see someone its dark I move closer who ever that is they’re wearing a black hoodie I tap on their shoulder and he turns around its a guy he says who are you LEAVE I say I’m sorry I got lost I live in the ranch house I just need help he says hmmm help I Said yeah please

He says ok then Ill take you out I don’t trust him but he swore to god so I went he said what’s your name I said carina how about you he said Tyler I I said well nice to meet you tyler

Tyler: what are you doing all alone over here there’s creeps around here

Me: just looking since I barely moved where. Do you live?

Tyler: I live close to you like in this little house with my brother sister and mom and dad

Me: then why were you over here

Tyler: because sometimes I get lonely so I come over here to see my Fren josh

His eyes were mocha brown his hair was hazelnut brown and he was the cutest I’ve guy ive seen over here he seemed nice but also mean

Tyler: I’ve never seen a girl so pretty around here

Me: oh yeah wait till meet my slutty sister

Tyler: slutty?

Me: she’s not slutty but I bet she’ll like you

Tyler: I don’t like girls like that

Me: she’s not slutty

Tyler: I bet josh will like her

Me: haha

Tyler: you’re funny want to hang in the woods tommorow since its late now

Me: yeah ok

He walked me out of the woods and to my house and I went inside everybody was sleeping it was 2:34 and I quickly went to my room and slept and started thinking about him I think I like him

To be continued…

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thepatricktreestump · 7 years ago

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black & red

seventeen: reader // trigger warnings and gender neutral reader throughout //

Apparently Josh had already brought it up with Tyler, and he had said yes. You didn’t expect him to be so open to the idea, especially so quickly, but hey, you were going to count your blessings while you could. You were at Tyler’s today, late at night, and you knew he had his appointment tomorrow. He had been particularly nervous, but you decided to soothe him with some wine and a nice dinner. It was a sweet little date, and you found yourselves playing a vinyl, smiling at each other, dancing in the living room. Tyler’s place was usually quiet, his older brother out of the house and his parents sleeping or just giving you both privacy. You rarely came over, mostly because Tyler didn’t want his family harassing you, but you loved it. It was full of childhood pictures, comfy furniture, and a homey hospitable vibe that no other atmosphere except maybe your grandmother’s house could provide. Plus, it always smelled like baked goods.

He held you in his arms as you danced around the room, head leaning on his shoulder, lips barely touching his neck. You could hear Tyler chuckle softly, both of your steps in the same rhythm, song softly vibrating the walls due to the record player. As the chorus came seeping through, both of you began to murmur the lyrics, guitar chords and piano keys intertwined with the beat of your hearts. Tyler pulled away carefully before looking into your eyes. “You know I love you,” he whispered, brushing hair out of your face. “So much.”

“I know,” you couldn’t help but blush. “And you know I love you too.”

“Come here,” he gave you a hug, breathing in and out, the music dissipating throughout the room as the next song slowly started up. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, right? A-and that I’m sorry about what happened.”

“It’s not your fault, Ty,” you reassured. “It was a while ago. And I know that.”

“But still,” he took a deep breath, glancing at the record player as the needle began to trace the melody of the next track. He returned his gaze towards you and exhaled. “I just want you to know that I’m trying. And this, the whole medication and therapy thing, I’m doing it for you, okay? This is all for you.”

“And I want you to do it for you,” you insisted, cupping his cheek. “Because I love you so much Ty, and I want you to learn to love yourself and take care of yourself too. Alright?”

“Yeah,” he nodded slowly, searching for something in your eyes before glancing away.

“Hey,” your voice softened and you turned his head to face you. “What’s wrong?”

The new song still played in the background but Tyler kept still, no dancing, no smiling, no more swaying to the rhythm. Instead he distanced himself from you, walking over to lift the needle up and remove the record, switching off the player, sliding the album into its case. “Last time I tried, things didn’t go so well,” he murmured, back still towards you. “I just hope things go well this time, you know?” He glanced back and looked at you, as if hesitant.

“I hope so too, Tyler,” you managed a soft smile, although it was quite broken. You knew you were taking a risk, but it was better than doing nothing.

That night, the both of you slept on the couch, curled up with an older album on the vinyl player barely audible, cuddling underneath a quilt his mom had gotten at some church event years back. He was snoring, his face peaceful and calm, lips parted, you in his arms. You loved Tyler so much, and you only wanted the best for him. You just hoped that things would work out. I mean, you could already see subtle changes. You got him to eat more. You started slowly taking away the sharp things. You helped him get some rest. You talked to him on the phone when he would get anxious going out in public. You sent him reassuring text messages. And you were sure to kiss and hug and hold him every moment you could. You never took him for granted. Even when he might be locked behind a bathroom door or hanging up a call or deciding to leave early for the night, you respected him, and you understood, and you loved him, so very much.

When morning came, Tyler shook you awake softly and you joined him for some eggs and French toast at the dining table. His brothers were out in the driveway washing the car like hooligans, and his mom was reading the newspaper while his dad watched television alongside her on the couch opposite to where you had slept. You gave Ty a small smile and he forced one on his face. It was clear he was uncomfortable. “There’s more food on the counter if you’d like some, honey!” his mom called out from the living room. “Help yourself.”

“Will do,” you replied. You scooted your seat closer to Tyler and nudged his arm. “Hey, what’s up? You look sort of glum.”

“I’m fine,” he lied, poking his scrambled eggs around his plate with his fork.

“You’re not eating much,” you pointed out, shoveling your last bit of French toast into your mouth.

“Not too hungry this morning,” he shrugged, putting down his utensil.

“Nervous for your appointment?” you tilted your head.

“Nope,” he answered, a bit too quickly. “I’m fine.”

“You know you don’t have to tell them the truth,” you explained, voice low, gently placing your hand on his arm. “You can just describe it as schizophrenia, like Josh said.”

“Yeah…” Tyler’s voice drifted away. He cleared his throat. “I uh, I think I’m going to go wash up.”

“Okay,” you whispered. He pushed out his seat and swallowed uncomfortably, but you could already see the hazy redness in his eyes and the bit of faded black he had left on his napkin when he set it on top of his plate.

“Where you going, Ty?” you heard his mom wonder. He didn’t respond.

The ride to the doctor’s was almost just as difficult. Tyler didn’t talk much, and you didn’t blame him. Josh was sending you texts, asking how things were going and for a couple updates. You were in the waiting room, holding his hand, watching as his eyes stayed glued to the fish in the aquarium, as if studying them. You wondered what he was thinking. You’d be pretty intimidated and scared if you had to talk to a psychiatrist about your problems too, even more so if your depression was literally controlling your every other move. Your heart broke for Tyler, it really did.

“Tyler Joseph,” an old man called out, glasses on the rim of his nose, soft smile.

“That’s you, babe,” you squeezed his hand. “Good luck.”

“Y-you’re not coming in w-with me?” Tyler stuttered, turning towards you.

“I don’t think I’m allowed,” you whispered, frowning slightly. “But hey, you’ll be alright. Okay?”

“O-okay…” Tyler’s voice faded, slowly getting up from the chair.

“Just tell them what you practiced with Josh,” you reassured. “Everything will be okay.”

“Tyler Joseph?” the man called out again.

“He’s here,” you called out, giving a small wave. “Just a second.”

“You’ll be here when I get out, right?” Tyler looked at you, panicked, scared, worried.

“Yes,” you reassured with a nod, squeezing his hand one more time. “I’ll be right here waiting for you, okay? It’ll be just fine.”

“It’ll be just fine,” Tyler mumbled in repetition as he let go of your hand. “O-okay…”

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sariddomi · 6 years ago

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q-&~a* <3

gEt to knowmE

//when you were born?

i was born on may 6 :) and im 15 right now so u do the math ok tehe

//what’s your full name and are you proud of it?

wait i feel like i shouldnt say my full name on here but its sara domingues, and im proud of it because it looks pretty i guess

//are you named after someone, if yes then after whom?

my first name isn’t really named after anyone actually!! but my middle name is named after my aunts middle name

//where are you from and are you proud of it?

omg im from new jersey; however, i live in canada 🇨🇦 i grew up here, so thats fun

and my folks are from brazil and portugal ~

//do you love playing any sports, or just watching it?

i used to play sports a lot ! i only really watch it now though - stuff like soccer, figure skating, hockey, dance, rhymthic gymnastics n volleyball

i dont watch it religiously tho its always on the tv tho

//which one is better, basketball or baseball?

basketball because tyler joseph likes it yes

//who is your favorite person in modern history?

I HAVE A LIST

my fav people ever:

claudia

tyler joseph

josh dun

chris hadfield

elon musk

sasha velour

brendon urie

neil armstrong

dan and phil

eugenia cooney

sikowitz from victorious

tom holland

boyinaband

blaire white

quackity

pewdiepie

demi lovato

i cant pick tehe cause all these people have either impacted my life or set an example for me or inspire me

//who is your favorite writer in modern history?

uhhh tyler joseph since he writes music but most of the books i read are from before the 2000s i think! i read stuff like the chronicals of narnia, the hobbit n the lord of the rings and i LOVE to kill a mockingbird

//who is your favorite musician from 20th century?

i wish i knew :-(

//which one you prefer, Daft punk or Gorillaz?

GORILLAZ

i love the visuals in their music videos and ive heard a handful of songs and its always a bop

//do you love animals, if yes then which one you love most?

i love animals !!!!!!! my favourites come down to pigs, turtles and polar bears

i want a dog too :p

//do you have children? and how many?

yes totally i have 10 kids all called ned

//if you have children, what’s their name?

they are ned

//how many children do you want to have?

uhhh i don’t think i want children in the future but i have an open mind i guess im only 15 tho so like

//are you married or single, and why?

im single because im not really interested in dating right now :-) i prefer hanging out with a group of friends and focusing on myself and hobbies

//if you are not married, when are you going to get married?

bro when someone asks me hehe

//what is your favorite drink of all?

gUARANA its the best brazilian drink and i love coconut bubble tea too

//do you have favorite basketball player?

not really except tyler joseph

//what is your greatest achievement in high school?

im only a sophomore now but i got a 95 on my science exam and a 91 on my french so yay me

i may come across as not the brightest, but im a scholar guys !!!! :)

//are you proud of your points in high school?

wait a second there’s points in high school?

//DO you want to have a business?

idk do you

//which business you want to have and why?

i probably would want to sell little knick knacks or cute clothes or books looool

//what is your most favorite scene from movies?

i feel like when a character is finally at peace with themselves or when those scenes where characters join together for the greater good

(i love marvel so i also love the fight scenes with cool music)

//if you love snakes, which one is your favorite?

i dont kno any snakes sadly

//do you love music? Which genre is your favorite?

i love music ! my favourite genre is probably rock and alternative but i do listen to pop a lot too. i have a spotify i’ll shoutout later but im really into twenty one pilots ~

//which one is your favorite: old school rap or today’s new age rappers?

uhh i don’t really listen to rap but i think both are equally good

i think i probably listen to old school more though since i listen to the old radio stations my dad has on in the car

//how tall are you? have you dreamed being ever taller?

i believe im around 5’5, my class measured me though and said im 5’3.7 or smth so i dont kno but guys i promise you im 7’1 so now my dream of becoming a basketball player is coming true

//what is your favorite number and please tell us, why?

i like the number 6. its my birthday and its cool

//have you ever been on any bridge? do you like bridges?

i dont actually think ive been on a bridge besides in a car. bridges sound cool though i like the ones with the water below them, its nice to see the people in their boats and stuff. also the architec for bridges are sick. engineers and architects and artists really outdo them selves with those structures man.

//do you have fear of anything?

im scared of butterflies, those things r hairy.

im also scared of being judged cause i feel not good enough at certain things that people judge me lol

//where are you working right now?

no where im unemployed but i want a job :(

//have you ever dreamed of being successful lawyer?

not really, im too open minded to do it. so i’d probably end up defending the wrong person. i think id want to be a psychiatrist !

//where do you want to travel?

definetly the uk and new zealand and japan

//have you ever been in Europe? where?

i’ve been to europe !! i’ve visited portugal, spain and france :-) i have family around there so like

//do you love history? did you have high grades in history classes?

history is super interesting! i find it fascinating to learn about our past but it’s also kind of sad

i did have high grades looool i loved my history teacher

//how do you describe yourself?

In case you haven’t noticed, I'm weird. I’m a weirdo. I don't fit in. And I don't want to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That's weird.

//can you describe yourself in just 3 words?

empathetic, funny, a good friend?

//what are the most powerful 3 words that changed your life?

ill give you 2

stay alive

//who you admire the most, mother or father?

both! they’re super cool and have interesting stories

//do you have siblings? How many?

i have 2 sisters and 1 half sister teehee

//how many books do you read during summer vacations?

i read a few. i did online school so i didn’t have much time this year.

//how many books you have read in 2017?

wait its not 2017

//who is your favorite male Youtuber?

pewds, quackityhq, dan n phil and mr beast

//who is your favorite female YouTuber?

i think jenna marbles or my sister

//who is your favorite comedy movies actor?

danny devito

//what was the reason you cried the last time?

i forgot but i think its cause i wanted a salad

//what is your favorite moment from childhood?

when i got lost at walmart and they had to announce my name and my mother and fathers name on the PA

#get to know me #tag #tag meme #q&a #questions #answers #fun #blog

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