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It’s A Comfort Thing

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 3,738

Warnings: nsfw aT ALL THIS IS SO SINFUL I’M NOT EVEN SORRY 

A/N: i was gonna keep this fluffy, but we all know it’s pretty impossible for me to not write sin for dylan, so here you go!! also i apologise for how dirty this got. fUCK. and thanks to my bby @sabrinas-wolves for helping me with this and the puthey… and this is dylan pov

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Originally posted by arkhamcutie


my baby: text me when you’re on your way home so i can start dinner xo

dyl pickle: will do xx

I shove my phone back into my pocket with a smile and rub my hands together eagerly. It had been five months since I’d been home, which also meant five long, agonisingly lonely months since I last saw Y/N. Admittedly, I’d much rather be home with her right now, either fucking the shit out of her, or holding her close to my chest as I wash her hair in the bath tub. She always loved corny shit like that. But unfortunately, I wasn’t. I was in my dressing room, waiting with T-Pose to be interviewed with Ellen DeGeneres.

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Never Have I Ever

“Never have I ever been to Taco Bell.” Every other player except Ethan put down a finger.

“What??” Mark yelled in response, causing Ethan to flinch. “How have you never had Taco Bell?”

“I just haven’t,” Ethan explained with a small laugh. Mark just shook his head in disappointment and let the game continue. He was really just upset that he was losing. Ethan still had up 5 fingers, Ty had 6 left, but Mark was down to 2.

“Never have I ever dated a guy,” Tyler said. Ethan and Ty both left up all fingers while Mark was forced to put one down.

“It was for a month!” Mark said angrily, causing the other two boys to laugh. “Fine, you wanna be a dick, two can play at that game! Never have I ever had a kidney transplant!”

“You fucking dick,” Ty muttered under his breath while putting down a finger. Mark just gave him a sly smirk before gesturing to Ethan to continue the game.

“Never have I ever had a crush on a YouTuber,” Eth said with a sly smile, knowing he was knocking Mark out of the game.

“You fucking bitch! Fuck you!” Mark yelled at Ethan. It was all in good fun, which meant Eth was busting up laughing at how angry the older man got. Mark got up and went to the kitchen to grab some snacks, leaving Eth and Ty to finish the game. Eth looked at Ty waiting for him to take his turn when he noticed something odd.

“Ty, don’t you have 5 fingers left? You were beating me,” Eth asked confused.

“Well I WAS a minute ago,” Ty replied, joking condescension clear in his voice.

“What? Oh wait, you…wait a fucking minute!” Eth said, not understanding at first.

“Shut up Eth,” Ty said, knowing where the conversation was heading.

“You’ve had a crush on a YouTuber?? What? When? Who? Why didn’t I know this? Do I know them?” Ethan rambled on until Ty covered his mouth with his rather large hands.

“Eth, if you don’t stop talking, I will shove a peanut down your throat,” Ty threatened before letting his grip loosen and removing his hand.

“We don’t even have any peanuts in the house you big bully,” Ethan said with mock sadness, putting on his best sad puppy dog face, to which Tyler just rolled his eyes and laughed. “But really, you have to tell me.”

“I’m not telling you,” Ty said firmly, but smiling.

“But Tyyllleeeeeeerrrrrrr,” Ethan drew out the name while clinging on to his arm, “You have to tell me!”

“I’m not telling you!” Ty said again, a little more forcefully. “It’s really nothing anyways, no big deal.”

“It’s? as in It IS? As in CURRENT?” Eth asked.

“No, I mean…it wasn’t…or…it is? I don’t even know,” Ty replied sounding exasperated.

“Well do you like them or not?” Ethan asked in a more serious tone. He really wanted to help his friend sort out his feelings.

Ty glanced up at Ethan for a second, making eye contact with the blue boy before answering, “Yeah. I really think I like him. A lot.”

Eth felt a blush creeping up on his cheeks. He knew Ty wasn’t talking about him, but either way, he still could hold on to that last shred of hope of Ty returning his feelings. “Well then maybe you should just go for it. Message them and ask them to go get dinner sometime or something,” Eth offered his advice. “Do they live around here? I guess I should have asked that before saying you should get dinner,” he added awkwardly.

“Yeah, they live pretty close by. You think I should go for it?” Ty asked, sounding more insecure than Eth had ever heard him say.

“Definitely,” Ethan said. He really wanted Ty to find someone, even if it meant Ty didn’t return his feelings.

“I think I will. I’ll message him right now.” Ty said, picking up his phone. That seemed to be the end of that conversation, so Ethan stood up and headed downstairs to the living room where he found Mark watching TV. He sat down on the couch and pulled out his phone to check twitter when he noticed a text.

‘Hey, I think you’re pretty cute. Wanna have dinner sometime? -Ty :)’

Ethan couldn’t help but blush and chuckle a bit to himself before sending a reply.

‘Get down here you doof so I can kiss you <3’


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I know this is a pretty cliche storyline, but oh well. I didn’t see one for this ship so I figured might as well. Hope you liked it!

anonymous asked:

ah okay can u do one where tyler is the reader's upstairs neighbor and he plays the piano every night and it puts the reader to sleep, but then one night he stops and the reader can't sleep so she goes up and knocks on his door??

TYLER JOSEPH IMAGINE

As soon as you sit down to eat, it starts.  But you planned it that way, so you smile to yourself.  You feel your entire body relax, as you inhale deeply, picking up your fork once your shoulders had fallen.  Your foot starts tapping as you try to follow the same rhythm as the keys playing above.

It’s a beautiful piece tonight. Yesterday was much faster and upbeat, but tonight it’s slow and almost sort of sad. You try to hum along.

You moved in about three months ago, your last place was just too far from your school, and it’s been incredible. You love it.   It’s a good size, rent is cheap, and there’s also your upstairs neighbor who, every night at 7:30, without falter or fail, plays the piano beautifully for hours until you’re in bed, the rhythmic melody helping you fall asleep.

You never really spent a lot of time thinking about who was playing upstairs.  Probably some old man or lady, you didn’t see how anyone below the age of 30 would have enough time to play a piano for hours on end.

That night, much like many others, you finished your dinner and fell asleep to the sound of your neighbor and their piano.

You can’t sleep, you’ve been tossing and turning since your head hit the pillow.  This was the fourth night the piano hadn’t been played.

You’d just gotten so accustomed to listening to the notes every evening, you didn’t realize how much you had grown to depend on it until now. You knew you were going to wake up exhausted and grouchy. This is all your neighbor’s fault.

It’s 7:34 PM on a Thursday night and you’ve found yourself standing in front of your upstairs neighbor’s door. You honestly didn’t know what you were going to say, but you were feeling reckless and impulsive after running on hardly any sleep this week.  Frankly, at this point, you didn’t really care. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Before you knew it, you’re knocking on the door, eyes looking to the crack in the bottom of the door where you can see a small peak of a shadow.

“Who is it?” The person asks, his voice is muffled but it’s definitely a guy.

“Uh-your downstairs neighbor?” you try to say but it comes out as a question, this isn’t weird, right? Neighbors knock on their neighbors doors asking them to keep playing their piano, right? Right.

“Anne? Are you sick-Oh.” And what.

He’s not old, is the thing. The first thing you see is feet covered in speckled, gray socks, followed by black jeans, a hooded sweatshirt, and a hand holding a bitten slice of pizza with a bandage. Uhh—

“You’re not Anne.” The boy says, his voice light, yet raspy.

“Anne-um. Moved. Sorry, am I in the right place? 34 B?” you ask because this pretty brown eyed, soft haired, boy cannot possibly be the anonymous piano player.

“Yeah…Can I help you?…” He asks, his unoccupied hand coming to rest on the open door and holy shit you can see a glimpse of a grand piano right behind him in his living room. What the hell?

“Piano?” you stupidly say, like that makes any sense. The boy turns around to look at his instrument and looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” He asks, one of his eyebrows raising, expecting an answer. God, he’s gorgeous.

“You stopped playing— I used to hear you? Downstairs?” you say and this is why you need to figure out what the hell you’re doing before going and actually doing it.

“Oh my piano.. yeah, I’m kinda taking a break from playing, sorry if it’s annoying or whatever, but I pay extra for this place to let me to play—"

“No, no! I love it!” you say, almost desperately, “I just-“ you stop to bite your lip and think for a second, “this is weird, but—“ you stop before disclosing the fact that the man’s music helps you sleep. “I actually miss it,” you say instead.

“Oh!” he says, almost surprised, “my hand though… see?” The boy huffs out a laugh as he raises his right bandaged hand that’s holding the pizza.

“Is that from playing too much?” you ask.

“The cost of playing an instrument, you know? I’m Tyler.” He extends his good hand for a shake and you can’t believe this. The mysterious piano player is a young, hot dude. What?

“I’m Y/N!” you reply, shaking his hand.  You can’t help but notice how well your hands fit together so nicely.

“Y/N,” He starts, biting off a piece of pizza and continuing with his mouth full, “Do you want a slice of pizza?”

And, come on. It’s free pizza, You’re not going to say no.

You hit it off after that night. You kept having excuses to go back to see Tyler, the first time you brought Tyler a batch of your home made cookies, “a repayment for the pizza,” you had said and Tyler grinned and pulled you inside, grabbing two cups and filling them up with milk.

You learned more about Tyler every time you hung out, too. You found out Tyler is hilarious, he’s also sarcastic, he’s only been playing the piano since he was nineteen and has a band with his friend. That one you couldn’t believe at first, the way Tyler had said it so casually was surprising.  

The next time you’re knocking, there seems to be a lot of commotion going on in Tyler’s apartment.  But he answers, nonetheless.

“Y/N!” he greets with a smile.  

“Hey,” you say, apprehensively.  You hear the voices of at least two or three other people in the apartment.  

“I just thought I’d say hi— didn’t know you had people over-“

“No, no, no! Come in! Meet my friends!” he says, opening the way for you to walk inside.  

You’re uncomfortable.

The thing is; you don’t do this kinda thing very often. Your only friend is a girl from school, but even then, you only hang out at school.

When you entered Tyler’s apartment, you see three other guys standing around.  

“Y/N, this is Mark,” he points to a sandy-haired boy with a goofy grin, “Michael,” there’s a buff man holding a beer, “and Josh,” the yellow hair and bright smile gave away his identity as the other half to Tyler’s band.

You smile nervously and wave, feeling awkward just standing around. But soon after introductions, they carry on with whatever video game they were playing.  

“Come on in, Y/N. Don’t be shy!” Tyler says softly. He goes and sits on the soft, patting on the spot next to him. “Come sit, there’s enough space!”

There isn’t space enough. Well, not really at least. The sofa is more of a love-seat, and you end up pressed right against Tyler. He doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, and when he casually  throws his arm around your waist after a few minutes, you start to relax.

It ends up being a really good night. You try a few rounds of Mario-Cart but stop, because you end up being so horrible. You don’t mind though.  You’re perfectly content with just watching the other guys play while you’re cuddled close to Tyler. You can’t really remember the last time you’ve had so much fun. They’re all constantly making jokes and telling stories and laughing, and you feel so carefree, almost like you’re floating.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep, cause when you open your eyes, it’s to Tyler slowly caressing your cheek. “Wakey, wakey,” he says softly with a chuckle.

You slowly blink and then move to sit up straight. “Oh,” you say, slightly dazed. “Did I fall asleep?”

Tyler nods. “Yeah, about an hour ago. The guys just left though, so I figured it was about time I woke you up. I’m sorry though.. You looked really peaceful, sleeping.”

You look at how your legs are strangling Tyler’s and notice how you’re perfectly curled into his side. You blush, but are too sleepy to be embarrassed about it. “’m sorry,” you mumble. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I’ll- uh..” you yawn. “I’ll go home then.”

Tyler smiles. “I didn’t mind. It was quite comfy, actually.  Come on,” he says. “I’ll walk you out.”

You make your way to the front door. When Tyler opens the door, you turn around to thank him.

“Thank you for letting me hang out. And like, letting me sleep on you, I guess. I had a really good night,” you say, still slightly blushing.

Tyler either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about embarrassment. “No problem. I had a really good night too.” He bites his lip and then raises his hand to touch yours. It’s a light brush, but you feel sparks of electricity spike through you.

You’re about to start nodding, when Tyler leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “See you soon?”

You’re baffled, but somehow you manages to mutter out a “yes” before walking away.

Later, when you’re alone in your own bed, you replay the kiss in your head so many times you start getting dizzy. And yes, you think, you could totally get used to this.

The next day, Tyler’s the one knocking on your door.  You’re surprised, but even more so when he asks you out for coffee with him.  

After ten minutes of scrambling around looking for shoes and your wallet, you’re out the door, heading down the street.  There’s a cozy cafe on the corner and Tyler holds the door for you.  You let out a sigh of relief after getting shelter from the cold.

You sit in a small booth near the front window and cradle your cup of hot chocolate between your fingers as you watch people walk by.

Tyler makes sure to keep the conversation going, and there’s never really a dull moment.

You’re laughing loudly when Tyler reaches out at your face. You freeze in your seat as you feel his thumb sweep softly over your lip.

Tyler smiles and pulls his hand back. “You had a little chocolate-moustache, sorry.”

You smile back, but look down, blushing hard.

Tyler takes a breath. “Okay, look at me for a second please.”

You raise your head and carefully stare at Tyler, trying not to get lost in his breathtaking brown eyes.

“I like you,” Tyler then says.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your hands freeze where they’re laying near Tyler’s. “You…” you mumble, but it sounds more like a question.

Tyler’s eyebrows climb high on his forehead. “Like you, yes.” He says, nodding in affirmation, eyes widened with anticipation.

Tyler smiles again, “Man, I thought I was being obvious. I like you, and I’m not afraid to admit that to anyone.” He laughed softly. “I’m sorry for springing this on you like this, because I have no idea how you even feel about me, but-“

You interrupt him, “Seriously?” The surprise is clear in your eyes. “I have a huge crush, I mean the size of Everest on you, Tyler.”

For the first time that day, Tyler seems taken back a bit. “Well, I mean- I guess I didn’t want to assume anything?”

You laugh, “Can I tell you something?” you ask, fixing your eyes back on Tyler.

He nods carefully.

“Your piano playing helps me sleep,” you sigh, “I used to curl up in bed and listen every night, it soothed me.  When you stopped, I couldn’t fall asleep, I just tossed and turned.  That’s why I came up that night— to see why you stopped.”

Tyler just stared at you with a fond look on his face. “It put you to sleep?” He says smiling.

You’re suddenly hit by a wave of shyness, “Yeah…” you mumble, it sounded stupid.  

“Y/N?” Tyler says softly, and you look up at him again. “Can I kiss you?” he continues, voice barely more than a whisper.

Your heart stops for a second, before you slowly nod. “Honestly? I’d be really disappointed if you didn’t.”

Tyler leans forward and softly presses your lips together. He tastes like mocha and every wonderful thing in the world, and you think that this is probably the best first kiss someone could ever have.

Later that night you’re curled up into Tyler’s side, listening to the rise and fall of his chest.  You sigh in frustration, finding that you, once again, cannot sleep.

“I really wish your hand wasn’t hurt— then you could play for me,” you pout, poking your lip out and looking up at him.

He chuckles, giving you a small squeeze before disclosing, “You know I can sing, right?”

You furrow your eyebrows, racking your brain for the conversation where he told you that… But you can’t recall.  You would’ve remembered.  You would’ve made him demonstrate.

“You never told me that—“

“Would you like me to sing to you?  Then maybe you could fall asleep?”

You nod into his chest, burying your face into the fabric of his shirt before saying, “Yes, please.”

Tyler clears his throat lightly before starting to sing— and it’s beautiful.  At first, your chest fills up with so much admiration for Tyler that sleep is the last thing on your mind.  But he continues and his soft tune mixed with the feeling of his hand running up and down your back softly, has you calming down.  Your eyes soon grow heavy and after only a couple of verses, you’ve drifted off into a deep, sleep.  

anonymous asked:

please elaborate on how you got a substitute teacher to quit within one day. I'm genuinely curious.

all right everyone sit down, shut up and listen closely because I’m about to tell y'all the tale of Ms. Mormino.

Seventh grade is a time most people don’t look back on fondly. I know I sure don’t–I tend to regard that era as nothing more than an unpleasant, acne-filled haze of fall out boy and poor attempts at pseudo-zooey deschanel fashions. But enough about me. Let’s talk about my math teacher. 

Ms. Isom. Poor old Ms. Isom. Well in her 60’s, always plagued with some illness or injury, she was hardly ever even at school. Since many of her absences were the result of short-notice incidents–“falling down the stairs” was popularly cited– it wasn’t all that uncommon to not have a substitute on hand. Being a smartass honors class, we’d gotten away with several successful evasions of administration, walking cavalierly into class  to pass the next 48 minutes doing just about nothing. Hell, for good measure, we’d sometimes even toss in a friendly “hey, Ms. Isom!” if any administrators were anywhere within earshot. So incredibly anti-establishment, you could basically call it another Project Mayhem, except instead of Brad Pitt and Ed Norton concocting homemade bombs, it was a bunch of tweenyboppers with iPhone 3’s and Justin Bieber 2009 haircuts. 

 We got pretty accustomed to our own little self-governing system that rolled around every second period, so we naturally weren’t exactly thrilled when administration caught on to our little Anarchy Act and strictly enforced the presence of a substitute every day. 

Most of our subs weren’t terrible–most were friendly, gave us participation grades, and didn’t object to the independent attitude of our class (which, mind you, only had about ten students in it) 

That is, until Ms. Mormino came along. 

Four feet, ten inches of raw, undiluted evil, Ms. Mormino walked into class with a scowl on her face and a chip on her shoulder. When the girl behind me sneezed, Ms. Mormino’s immediate response was “NO INAPPROPRIATE NOISES!" 

 Although we all suppressed our laughter, we all knew from that moment on that, try as she might with her despotism and her draconian anti-sneeze policy, Ms. Mormino didn’t stand a chance. 

 The arguable beginning of the end for Ms. Mormino’s all-too-brief reign of terror was the moment I asked for a calculator; mine was broken. Mormino asserted that I could only borrow a calculator if I loaned her something of mine; at that moment, the girl next to me chimed in, saying she, too, needed a calculator. "I have a folder I can give you,” I offered. “I have a highlighter,” added the other girl. 

 At that moment, a puberty-creaking voice from the back of the room piped up. 

Max. 

We all know certain people have certain gifts. Michelangelo saw angels in every block of marble and devoted his life to setting them free; Einstein had a mind which saw the potential of the entire universe; F. Scott Fitzgerald wove intricate tales of decadence and depravity. Max, however, had a different kind of gift: he could make anything–anything at all–into a “that’s what she said” joke. More on that later, though. 

Max pried off a Nike sneaker and held it proudly in the air, like a coveted trophy. 

“I have a shoe." 

Tottering in one-shoe-one-sock, Max dumped the sneaker on Ms. Mormino’s desk, retrieved a calculator, then tottered back to his own desk, a sort of smirk playing on his face. And, as to be expected–the rest of us quickly followed suit. 

 A small pile of shoes on her desk, Ms. Mormino grit her teeth and glared at us as we all sat back down, quietly victorious, a calculator in each of our hands. It wasn’t long, however, until we all began to silently plot our next act of minor mayhem. 

"Can I go to the bathroom?” asked Tyler, who, despite being in seventh grade, was approaching his sixteenth birthday. In a combination of verism and admiration of Tyler’s devil-may-care boldness, we unequivocally accepted him as our leader. For reasons unknown, Ms. Mormino denied his request. Tyler, much like his Fight Club namesake, heeded no rules but his own and left anyway–Ms. Mormino, furious, locked the door behind him and smugly insisted that “administration will take care of him." 

Tyler, however, was not one to be caught, and stayed close by, appearing in the window of the door whenever Ms. Mormino wasn’t looking. Waving, smiling, laughing, making faces and obscene gestures, Tyler had us all in stitches, but cleverly avoided Ms. Mormino’s sight–when she asked us what was so funny, we all refused to give Tyler away. 

A girl asked to go to the bathroom, stating she "really really really” needed to go. Ms. Mormino, again, denied her request. Ms. Mormino, however, seemed to be uninformed about the side door–leading right outside, always locked from the outside but always open from the inside. 

“Well, I’ll go myself,” the girl responded, and took off, hurdling three desks and darting out the door. Right behind her, two other students took off, pursuing freedom. The door slammed behind all three students, and they were gone. 

 Six of us were left. Among us, importantly, was Chris. 

Chris was thirteen, but looked half his age; scrawny, wiry, he probably measured in at about four-foot-three, but no taller. “Late Bloomer” are words that come to mind. 

Despite his diminutive size, Chris possessed the gall of someone like Tyler.

“I have to use the bathroom,” said Chris, standing. 

 "Do you think I’m going to allow you to go to the bathroom?“ snapped Ms. Mormino. 

 "It’s an emergency!” Chris pleaded. 

“Sit down,” Ms. Mormino growled. 

Meanwhile, the entire class borders on hysteria. We have tears in our eyes, almost suffocating from choking back laughter. 

“It’s an emergency,” repeated Chris, but it sounded more like a warning.

“Sit.”

Silence. Silence, Silence and more silence, until we all began to notice a dark stain on Chris’s khakis. The stain grew. And grew. And grew.

 Fists at his sides, stoicism in his face, and a cold, proud, triumphant glint in his eye, Chris locked eye contact with Ms. Mormino. 

And pissed right in his pants. 

The entire class erupted into a laugh only comparable to the detonation of a bomb. 

We laughed so hard for the next five, ten, fifteen minutes straight that Ms. Mormino gave up. Surrendering, putting her head on her desk, she waited until the hysteria finally subsided. 

Finally looking up, defeated, pathetic, Ms. Mormino glared at us all and wailed: 

 "This is too much, this is too hard, too hard, Jesus Christ, this is too much for me!“ 

 A lone voice sounded from the back of the room. Guess whose it was.

"That’s what she said.”

Ms. Mormino officially retired from teaching that afternoon.

I’m Tyler

Requested by: deputy-orange-juice

Summary: You have some fun teasing Tyler when he offers to help you in your garden.

Pairing(s): Tyler x Reader

Warnings: Swear words

A/N: My first fic on Tumblr! This really isn’t my best but it’s 1 o’clock in the morning so enjoy!

Originally posted by markired

Living with Teamiplier could be stressful at times. No matter what time of the day it was, the house would always be noisy. That’s why you convinced Mark to let you convert half of the garden into your personal, outdoor sanctuary.

You were tending to your vegetable patch when you heard some rustling and a soft “Oh shit.”

“Tyler?” Your face fell when you turned around and saw that he had trampled through your pansies. “My flower bed…”

He offered you a guilty smile and crouched next to you, trying to straighten the crushed stems of the purple and white flowers. “Sorry, I’m not much of a gardener.”

“I can tell,” you replied slowly, gesturing to where he was sitting. He looked down and cursed when he realised his jeans were stained with fertilizer.

Tyler watched as you laughed, the sun glistening off of the few drops of sweat that had accumulated on your forehead. Dirt was speckled across your face like freckles and your hair was slightly frizzy from the humid winds.

“You okay there, buddy?” He was snapped back into reality by your gloved hand waving in front of his face.

“Y-yeah. I was just wondering if you need any help?”

“No offence, Tyler,” you said with a grin. “But I think I’ll pass.” You watched as his smile faltered and he stammered out another apology before going to stand up. “Wait! I didn’t say I couldn’t teach you a thing or two.”

“Like what?” He asked suspiciously, sitting back down again.

“Well, for one thing, I could teach you not to keep ruining my flowers.” You suggested, reaching out to stroke a petal that was sticking out from underneath his large legs. “The trick is not to sit on them.”

“Gardening can’t be that hard,” he snorted, grabbing a pair of gloves and rolling up his sleeves.

“Oh, Tyler” you said with a pitying sigh. “I’m going to make you regret those words.”


Two hours later, Tyler practically crawled over to you in exhaustion, dragging a bucket behind him. There were sweat stains under his arms and down his chest and back.

“Here are the potatoes you made me dig up.” He announced before lying down and panting heavily.

“Tyler?” You called after looking at the contents of the bucket. “These are bulbs. The vegetable patch is on the other side of the garden.”

He groaned and gave you yet another weak apology. You just patted him on the head and re-planted the bulbs, cracking a smile when you thought of an inside joke between you and the boys.

“I’m Tyler, and gardening is easy.” You say loudly.

“Oh dear God, why?” You hear him grunt from behind you.

“I’m Tyler, and I’m good at everything.”

“I’M TYLER, AND I HAVE ABOVE AVERAGE HEIGHT.” Mark’s voiced echoed down from an open window in the house.

There were footsteps and suddenly Ethan was outside.

“I’m Tyler, and my motto is “Smile always” even though I never smile.” Ethan was mimicking as he did a funny walk with stiff limbs.

“I’m Tyler, and I’m better than everybody here.” You laughed, copying Ethan.

“I’m Tyler, and what I lack in penis length, I make up for in height.” Mark said, now having joined you in the garden.

Tyler just lay in the grass with his hands covering his face as the three of you laughed.

“I’m Tyler,”

“I’m Tyler,

“I’m Tyler,”

The jokes got more and more ridiculous as time went on. The letter ‘I’ being dragged out even longer with every passing punch line. Until, finally, Tyler stood up.

“I’m Tyler, and I have crappy friends.” He said, trying to hide a smile as he stomped back into the house.

Tyler Seguin - Tipsy

Originally posted by schneiderforpresident

Request: “ Request!! T Segs where he sees you in the club and he can’t take his eyes off you and you run into him later on in life and you get sassy w him not realizing it’s him. “

A/N: I’m writing this in bed at 11 pm. Sleep who? Sorry I changed this request a little bit, I could write a different one later if you’d like? Just let me know.

Warnings: Drunk scenes/vomiting/forced kissing 

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funky new year

Title: Funky New Year
Pairing: Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Daddy kink, some public shenanigans, and yeah there’s another camera involved.
A/N: So I’m finishing off my “spending the Holidays with Tyler Joseph” thing that I started with this one. I’m going to be working on a lot of new stuff for the new year, likemore Hourglass, the foursome, and all sorts of other crazy stuff. So here’s to the last fic I post of 2016. Enjoy!

Originally posted by stay-loww

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anonymous asked:

Could you do one where Josh leaves hickies all over reader and Tyler and Jenna tease reader about it? Thank youu❤️

JOSH DUN IMAGINE


“Josh-“

“Hm?”

“We should stop-“

“Don’t wanna-“

“Tyler and Jenna will be here soon.”

“Don’t care.”

In all honesty, you didn’t really either.  Not yet anyway.  It was hard to care about anything other than the feeling of Josh’s lips right now.  You were pressed back against the couch, Josh on top of you.  You felt like a fucking teenager, fully clothed, grinding on each other.  Josh had been working this one spot between your neck and collar bone for quite some time now.  He’d suckle and you’d moan and he’d suckle and you’d moan.  Screw dinner.  Screw Tyler.  Screw Jenna.  You wanted to dry hump your boyfriend and let him suck on you until your whole neck was purple.  

You were a mess.  Josh’s hands held your hips down firmly, but you squirmed and wiggled beneath him, desperately trying to rub on something to alleviate the angst.

“Josh-“  you moaned.  It was borderline torturous.  You felt his tongue slide over the spot he’d been at quickly, before he latched on again.  “Fuck!” you gasped.  Did he just fucking bite you? You felt him smile against your skin.

“Sorry-“ he mumbled playfully.  He pulled back and admired his work, giving the tender skin a quick kiss before moving to your lips.  “To be continued,” he said smiling, before his phone went off on the table.

“It’s Tyler,” he muttered, responding quickly to the text.  “You ready?”

You nodded grudgingly, knowing tonight was going to be hell.  You were already counting down the minutes until you could come home.  

You grabbed your purse and Josh’s hand before walking outside and clambering into Tyler’s car.  Jenna rode up front, her hand extended and holding Tyler’s.  She turned around to greet you both.  “Hi love birds,” she smiled, flashing her perfect teeth.  You smiled cheekily back at her.  Josh patted Tyler on the back, saying hello.  The two talked nonstop the entire way to the restaurant.  Jenna and you exchanged a few purposely awkward glances, a typical gesture when the two of you were ignored by your boyfriends simultaneously.  But Josh held your hand the entire time, rubbing your skin with his calloused thumb, so you didn’t mind all that much.  

The restaurant was busy.  It was one of those loud bar-like spots with twelve different televisions showing twelve different sporting events.  Waitresses bustled around carrying pitchers of beer and plates of wings.  No doubt that Tyler chose the place.  Probably wanted a burger or something.  You claimed the booth seat, sliding in smoothly and leaving room for Josh.  He excused himself quickly to the bathroom, leaving you alone with Tyler and Jenna.  

“So uh- have an eventful night?” Tyler asked casually, picking at the pile of peanut shells on the table.  

“Not really,” you say mindlessly. “We just kind of hung out all day.  I finally mailed that textbook I’d been meaning to send back-“

“Really?” Jenna interrupted, “Because it sure looks like you did.”

You looked up, puzzled.  

“Have an eventful night, that is,” she stated, smirking.  

You stared at her, mouth open slightly wondering what the hell she was talking about when she suddenly ran her fingers across her own neck-area and it hit you.

“Oh, shit-“ you gasped, your hand flying up to your neck and touching the love bite that was clearly, already visible.  “Oh my god,” you stammered.  You could already feel your face burning red.  

Tyler and Jenna burst out laughing, Tyler even slammed his fist on the table with amusement.  

By this time Josh was returning, sliding in next to you and staring at Jenna, then Tyler, then you.  Clearly waiting for someone to explain.  You slowly removed your hand from your neck, revealing the dark purple mark.

Josh’s eyes widened before he, too, burst out laughing.  You shoved him lightly on the shoulder, pretending to be mad, before you joined in.  

“Here’s a hot tip for you,” Jenna smiled, “Next time just wear a scarf,” Jenna smiled, removing the black cloth around her neck to reveal a red, splotchy mark.  

anonymous asked:

243. “Oh, my God! You’re in love with her!” - Josh Dun and if it's at all possible to make the reader a photographer 🙈 and like Tyler is included too. Feel free to ignore this lol

I had known Josh before he was introduced to Tyler, I knew him before he was even in a band. We grew up together but we sort of grew apart once he accepted to be the drummer of Twenty One Pilots. 

It’s not like we needed to talk everyday but when we got together it was like no time had passed, since him joining though there hasn’t been any time for us to even get together.
I understood though, I wasn’t upset but I just missed him and his quirky self.

I’ve gone to a few of his shows in his old band and he always goes full force, you can feel the passion radiate off him.
You could tell this is what he was meant to do.
After those shows he would usually invite me to go hang out with the band and a few others, nothing crazy, just a laid back get together in someone’s backyard.
Nowadays, I get the occasional text from Josh of a funny picture or just a “How are you?” The conversation usually ends within a few short texts and I’ve begin to understand that he is just moving on and while I’m not saying I’m stuck, I’m just not going anywhere far.
It had been a few weeks since our last little conversation, I knew he was going on be leaving for tour in the next week so I sent him a quick text.

“Josh! I can’t believe this is all happening for you! I’m so proud of you! Stay safe, have fun, & don’t do drugs! Kidding, I’ll miss you, send me some cool pictures of places I’ll never go! Lol”

I really didn’t expect a text back, I can only imagine how busy they are getting ready for their first huge tour.
I pack up my camera and three different lenses and hop in my car to meet my first client downtown. Once I get there I scope out the downtown area for different spots to shoot the newlywed couple that would be showing up any minute.
I switch out my lenses and pull my phone out of my back pocket to check the time, surprised by the multiple texts received by Josh I quickly unlock my phone and wonder if everything is ok.

The first text - “Hey! It’s crazy and a little scary if I’m honest! Caffeine isn’t a drug is it? Because I am already having withdrawals from our hometown coffee. I’ll send you some sick pictures! I promise!”

The second text- “Actually I have some weird questions I want to ask you, wanna come over later? We are just having a small get together one final time before we leave.”

Followed by- “Ok, you have to come! It’s going to be sick! And Tyler wants to talk to you too, don’t ask. I’ll see you tonight squishy.”

Why he calls me squishy, I will never know or understand but it’s always been my nickname with him.
I quickly send him a thumbs up emoji, my clients are scurrying over to me as they are running late.
The photoshoot goes smoothly and runs late, which I never mind and people appreciate it.
I finish packing everything up and say goodbye, I pack my car back up and pull my phone back out to plug into the charger in my car and I have more texts from Josh.
This is probably the most he has talked to me in a while I laugh to myself and open the texts.

“It’s cool if you’re busy, I know you’re wanted lol. But maybe we can get lunch or something before we leave. If you want, just let me know when and where.”

“Tyler is insisting you come tonight! I mean I’m cool either way but I don’t think Tyler is.”

“Alright last text till I hear back sorry for bugging!”

I text him back before driving off, “I’m on my way! I had a shoot downtown lol, tell Tyler to give Jenna her panties back. Sheesh.”

I send it and drive over to Josh’s house.
It takes me about 25 minutes to get there, by the time I pull up there is barley any parking, I freshen up my makeup in the car and reapply my lipstick. I step out and lock my car doors behind me.
I get a nervous feeling, there are a lot more people here than our average ‘get togethers’ and more than likely I will only know a small handful of people.
I take a deep breath and open the door.

I’m instantly greeted by unfamiliar faces, I smile and try to squeeze between people and make my way to the backyard.

“Squishy!” Josh’s voice rings out from the kitchen.

I make my way over to him and he pulls me into a tight hug, he keeps his arm draped over my shoulder as he introduces me to the people around.
I hope he doesn’t expect me to remember any of these names though.
Tyler comes over to the other side of Josh and rests his head on his shoulder, one of the people step back and hold their phone up to snap a picture, Josh nudges me and I quickly cover my face with both my hands.
The group of people start throwing compliments to the picture as Josh had made that scrunchy face and Tyler is being Tyler and I simply have my face covered.

“Pretty sick.” Josh laughs as he looks at it.


The night goes on and Josh and Tyler are busy mingling, I found an open spot at a table in the backyard. I sat there and sipped on some water waiting to find a free moment to tell them both bye but it never came.
I was flipping through pictures on my phone when Tyler takes a seat next to me, I jump in my seat and he places his hand on my shoulder.

“Chill, it’s just me.” He laughs.

“Sorry, just a little tired. How are you though? I feel like I haven’t gotten to really talk to you guys.” I slip my phone into my back pocket.

“Honestly, scared. Like what if no one shows up? Or if people hate us live?” He puts his head down on the table.

I pat my hand on his back, “Tyler, you know people love you guys and aren’t all the shows sold out? I promise you guys will do just fine. After the first show of the tour al these feeling subside.”

“Thanks.” He says with his head still down, “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” He sits up and looks at me.

“What?” I look away, “You are making me nervous, what is it?” I push his shoulder back.

“Ok, really. I’m just going to blurt it out.” He takes a deep breath in, “Will you come with us?”

“What!” I laugh out loud, “For what? Why? Are you serious?” I laugh even more.

“As out photographer! We need one, the one we had ditched us yesterday. You know us, our personalities and you are really good.” His look is serious now.

“Tyler, I can’t just leave for a year what about my clients I have scheduled already!” I’m not sure if I am trying to reason with him or myself.

“We have three people willing to pick them up and they can’t charge a penny more than you.” He places his hand on my shoulder again, “Just, just try the first month and if you hate it then no hard feelings. We will even find a back up for after a month if you call it quits. Come on? Please?”

I roll my eyes at his pleads, “Fine. I’ll give it one month.”

He pulls me in for a hug and then stands on the table, he screams out Josh’s name and he appears from the crowd, “She said yes Josh! She’s down for the first month!”

Josh screams out and runs over to me, I cover my face out of embarrassment and he wraps me in a huge hug, “Squishy is going on tour!”

That night I went home and started packing, they were leaving in three days so i didn’t have much time to get things in order.
I packed almost all of my clothes, blankets, pillows and every kind of toiletries.
The days passed quickly, I made sure every client was taken care of for the next month and I had to join in on the last few meetings to go over rules and boundaries.
They had provided me with another set of camera lenses specific for concerts and shows, which I was grateful for because I mainly did weddings.


The first day of tour arrived, I got introduced to the team probably three times in one day. We all hopped on the bus and the crew put our bags away.
All three of us sat there in silence as the bus started rolling.

“You guys are going to do great, you know that right.” I run my hand up and down Josh’s back in a comforting manner, “We should be celebrating you two!” I stand up and open the fridge and pull out three Red Bulls.

The first week of tour has passed, it’s hectic.
The energy Josh and Tyler throw out is really the only thing that gets me through the shows and then whatever is planned after the shows.
I have to run behind them on the stage for almost the entire concert, laying on the ground, getting too close to the grabby fans at times.
The mornings are usually really early, they have interviews to get to or just a new location to check into. Then the setup process and anything in the meantime.
I am there to capture every moment of this tour and I actually am loving it.
One of the crew members has been incredibly helpful, he always helps carry my film bag around and always has a water for me, sometimes a few waters if its an outside venue.

It was Sunday night, the last show of the first week.
It was an outside venue with a huge tent type covering. I was leaning against the side railing messing around with my lenses for the lighting.
Josh and Tyler were over by the piano and I snapped a few photos of them to test it out.
Kris, my new tour friend came up behind me and offered me a water.
He stayed there and helped me with some things in my bag and carried them behind the thick curtain.
We stayed back there and I was working a few different angles from the slit in the curtain and Kris was helping me find new angles that maybe involved less running.

“I don’t know about that Kris guy. He seemed cool but now he might be shady.” Josh’s tone was annoyed.

“What are you talking about? He is a huge help! Especially to out new born baby deer photographer.” Tyler laughs, “I feel bad sometimes that she has to run miles across the stage.”

Kris and I look at each other in shock at what Josh had just said, I shake my head towards Kris as he was going to get up and leave, he stays and sits with me as we listen.

“She doesn’t need help. I mean, we could help her if she needed it.” I can hear Josh pacing the floor slowly.

“Dude, when do we have time to help her? It’s not like he is clicking the button on the camera, he is just carrying her bags and making sure she doesn’t die of dehydration.” Tyler chuckles again.

“I don’t know, man. I don’t like him hanging on her like that.” Josh groans.

“Wait.” Tyler grabs Josh’s shoulder, “Oh, my God! You’re in love with her!”

Josh doesn’t say a thing, Kris and I have been sitting in silence but all of a sudden it became awkward.
We both stand up quietly and I nod to him to go ahead while I stay and listen.

“Since when dude? I had my thoughts about it but you hid it so well!” Tyler sits back down on his piano bench.

“I don’t know, for a little bit. I figured with tour I could come back and go back to being best friends but then you mentioned her coming with and I have to admit, I was stoked about it.” He lets out a sigh, “I haven’t even hung out with her in so long.”

“Well, if I had no idea I know she has no idea.” Tyler shrugs.

I go to get up and I stand quietly, I take a few small steps and sneeze. My heart drops.

“What the hell!” Tyler laughs as he pulls the curtain back, “Well she knows now.”

I cover my face as I come from behind the curtains.

“What were you doing back there?” Josh questions with his cheeks red.

“I was trying to get new angles from behind the curtain, it would mean less running but you guys started talking and I started listening. Im, I’m really sorry.”

“For once, I’m going to stay out of this.” Tyler walks off the stage with a light laugh.

“Josh, why didn’t you ever say anything? I never even thought..” He cuts me off.

“You never thought of me like that, I know. I understand why. You are worth so much more and for someone so much better.” He takes a seat on Tyler’s piano bench.

I stand in front of him and put my hands on either side of his face, “I was going to say, I never thought you thought of me like that because I always have loved you but i really am in love with you.” I close my eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

He looks up at me, his yellow hair matted and curly, his eyes deep brown. He doesn’t say a word, he pulls my waist close to him as he stands up and he presses his lips to mine.
My hands fall around his neck and our kiss grows passionate.

“Atta boy!” Tyler laughs out from behind the curtain.

I quickly burry my face in Josh’s chest with my hands covering the sides of my face.
Josh laughs and wraps his arms around me, he kisses the top my head, “Tyler will now be jealous the rest of tour and will refuse to leave us alone.”

One Sided Love..(JoshxReader)

This was requested by —- Reader and Josh have a baby together on a one night stand. Reader fell in love in such a short amount of time but Josh has different and a secret that changes everything and I’m not saying that Josh would ever do this in real life. WARNING MAJOR PLOT TWIST AT THE END! I’m evil. I’m gonna leave you hanging. ;)
But this is split into two.

Reader’s Point of View

“Yea, you should have been there. I was playing basket ball with Josh and tried passing him the ball but he wasn’t paying attention and nailed him straight in the face.” Tyler laughed.

I chuckled and looked around. Tyler and I have been friends for awhile but I haven’t actually meet Josh yet. 

I have heard about him a lot but never had time to meet him. Tyler just got back from tour and he was telling me about all the memories that happened during tour.  I missed Tyler a lot but he had bigger things that he had going on in his life and I had to be okay without actually being okay with it.

“The best part was that he blacked out for like two minutes. He’s fine but it was funny.” Tyler said.

“Anyways, what going on in my girl best friends life? Anything new? Boyfriend? Best Friends? Have you replaced me?” He looked at me pretending to be hurt and put his hand over his heart and his other hand was motioning a single tear. 

I laugh and push him lightly.

“Oh never.” I say dramatically. “How could I ever replace you, dear old friend..” You laugh.

“Hey, I’m not that old. Hey, I have an idea.” He smiled.

“Oh god, this isn’t going to end well. He has an idea. Lord have mercy.” I put my hands up in a praying way.

“You’re just a meanie. But, I think you should meet Josh. How long have I known you and you have never meet my rock star bandmate. Plus, I think you two would get along fairly well.” He winked.

“Uggh, Why are you like this and that sounds fun….The meeting him part not the ummm, anyways how are you and Jenna?” I asked trying to change the subject.

“Were fine but I think we should get back before its pitch black outside.” He turns around and starts walking back the way we came from . “So, aliens.”

“Dude, I so believe that they are real. Like how could they not be. I honestly, don’t understand people that don’t believe. How could there not be something that is living besides us in this universe. I mean were here right so how could something else not be here?”

I love topics like these but this wasn’t up for debate for me. Aliens are real and I would bet good money they don’t have football heads with bug eyes.

“You took the words out of my mouth.” Tyler chuckled. “But I understand. But, what’s up with that probing stuff. Like, where did that come from?”

We walk up to the house and I just laugh. I open the door only to be greeted by an amazing smell. I turn to my right and see Mama Joseph holding a big pot of Chicken Soup. My absolute favorite.

“Whoa, Mamma J. You need help?”

“No, thank you dear.” She smiled.

“Come on lets go to my room. Jenna’s getting your room ready.” Tyler pulled my arm and dragged me down the hallway into his room.

This was always my second home since I met Tyler. I come over all the time. I went into the room and looked around. Just how it was left last time I was here. Tyler was on tour for  months and I missed coming around but I always came to Jay’s basketball games. Him and I were always close but not as close as Tyler and I.

“Awwe, Y/n! You’re here. Its been awhile.” Jenna came into the room and hugged me. It was more like a death trap rather than a hug but it was cozy. Kinda, not really. I hugged her back and let go after awhile.

“Y/n, you must be tired. Lets get you to bed.”
———–


“LETS GO ON AN ADVANTURE, Y/n!”

“Uggh, Its too early. What time is it?” I say as I pull the bed covers over my head to try to block the sun from my face.

“Um, Let me check. 10:56, so almost 11. GET UP YOU LAZY ASS.” He yelled.

“Ugh, come on. Where are we going?” Yes, it was late. No, this isn’t unusually. I got up and walked to the my backpack and grabbed it.

“Just to the park, then ice cream. With Jenna, You and I…..and Josh.” Tyler whispered the last part but I still heard it.  I looked back at him with wide eyes.
 

“You didn’t.” I whisper with wide eyes and my jaw dropped.

“Oh, but I did.” Tyler smirked. “and I’m not sorry.”

“Why you gotta do this to me, Tyler? And, such early notice too.” I groaned and got up trying to make myself look somewhat presentable.

I choose a Fall Out Boy shirt and a red flannel. Then, black skinny jeans and black vans. Eh, I look okay. Just need to slightly curl my hair. After everything was done me and Tyler walked to the park by his house.

“No, but Giraffes are the most alien like creature. They have black tongues BLACK TONGUES! And, why are they so tall like why. Yea, They need to reach food on trees but like black tongues.” I chuckle at my choice of words.

Tyler laughs but agrees. We continue to walk when I suddenly bump into to someone.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking to where I was going and —” I look up to the person and see that it’s the guy in all the magazines beside Tyler. “Oh Josh, Duh.”

“Okay, not the best start but Y/n this is Josh and Josh this is Y/n.” Tyler laughed at my awkwardness and I just glared at him.

I looked at Josh again and might I say he is a mighty fine fellow.

And, his eyes are just so whoa. They were so consuming. I couldn’t look away he was just so beautiful. His hair was a purple color that fit him rather well. He smiled and it was a really good smile. He had a snapback on and a Panic! At the Disco, muscle shirt with black ripped jeans and burgundy vans.  He looked good. I liked that shirt on him but I’d like it better o–.

“You done staring Y/n? Jenna’s gonna be here right now.” Tyler laughed but Josh just smirked and let me tell you that was really freaken attractive. “Oh look she’s here.” Tyler pointed at Jenna and ran towards her.

“So, Y/n you know that were gonna be the loaners while they go do cute couple stuff. Major third and fourth wheel.” Josh informed me.

“I think i can handle it. Just a reminded that I’ll be forever alone.” I joked. Well kinda.

“Oh, come on. A beautiful girl like you would have any guy on there knees.” He smiled. He then got closer and closer until he was right next to me. He was so close to me that I could feel his breaths on my skin. He then leaned closer and turned his head right next to my ear.

“Kinda like me.” He whispers. He then starts walking towards Tyler and Jenna like nothing.

Welp, that just happed. Act calm Y/n. A really hot guy just said I was beautiful. Wow.

*TIME SKIP*
 

A couple weeks after Josh and I met we started hanging out a lot more but there was also a lot of playful behavior. Like, one minute he would flirt with me then the next he would ask if I wanted food. First off, was that even a question. Second, It was really freaken confusing. Right now, Tyler, Josh, Jenna and I were watching Suicide for the hundredth time.

 But, things got a little more interesting and unexpected. Josh and I were up and awake but Tyler and Jenna feel asleep in each other’s  arms. Josh suddenly grabbed my hand and laced it with his. He wrapped his arm around me and started kissing me. Okay, this wasn’t the first time this had happened but I still got butterflies each time.

I have to admit something. I fell for Josh in such a small of time. I realize that.

But, just because I know that doesn’t mean that I am willing to accept it. I don’t want to be in love but love isn’t a choice. But, it was hard not to fall in love with him. Josh was a great guy. He was like a guy in some school girls dreams. Ya, know that guy with dreamy eyes and a perfect personality yep that was Josh. But, even through the flirting I think he doesn’t feel the same way. It was just an act nothing more.

“Lets take this to the room…”

*SORRY I DON’T WRITE SMUT*
Use your imagination.….yea do that.

The sunlight came pouring into the room signaling that it was time to wake up. Oh boy, here comes reality. I wake up with a headache and turn around without opening my eyes. I’m one of those people that  have to lay down to wake up I don’t know its weird. I snuggle my head closer to the sheets when I hear a soft snore.

Memories of last night came flooding in. I smile at the thought and turn around to face Josh. He was sleeping but that came to an end as he began to stir awake. His eyes fluttered open reveling the brown eyes that were once hidden. His hair was a curly mess but it suited him. He looked at me and smiled which I returned back.

“Hi.” I chuckled.

“Hi.” He smiled. “Well, I guess its time to get up. I’ll make breakfast.” He said as he turned back around. He got up and got dressed and I did the same. He walked out of the room but not before mumbling something.

“What did I do?” He sighed sounding sad but continued walking.

“What was that?” I call after him not understanding the words that were being spoken.

“Oh, uh nothing.” He smiled. But, I could tell it was not a genuine smile.  I didn’t think much of it and started to walk towards my phone. I had 4 texts from Tyler and 1 from Jenna. I clicked Tyler and the first message was…..,

T: So, Like can you keep it down please?

T: This is really weird.

T: Jenna and I are just gonna ya know go.

T: Wait, this is my house.

I laughed and then I clicked Jenna’s name.

J: We left. See you in the morning. I guess.

Okay, then. I set my phone down and walked into the kitchen where Josh was.
—————-


I was sick, once again. I personally hate being sick. I don’t know why you would like it but hey, I don’t judge. Anyways, Jenna knew I was sick an insisted on helping even though I denied her tons of time. I think I’m fine, I’ll just throw up and go on with my day. I think its nothing but a stomach bug nothing more. (We all know where this is going. Typical. Haha)

“I think we should go to the store and get ya know, a test.” Jenna smiled nervously and looked over her shoulder. My eyes go wide as she said those words.

“You really think that.. I-I’m p-” I cut myself off with the sudden realization that comes to mind.

—————–
Okay, I’m going to make a part two of this and I’m really sorry but I just want to get something up and so I decided to just make a really long part two. So, I have been working on this other writing and wanted to give you a little peek of what’s to come.

Breathing was getting harder and harder as time passes by for Tyler. He knew he had to tell Josh. He knew that it was going to break him. He knew that he didn’t have long. But, one thing he didn’t know, was how Josh was going to act. Tyler was scared, fiddling with his thumbs while looking at the rain that was pouring outside, setting the scene. As if the weather was planned for this exact moment.

He was going to tell Josh, it was only a matter of time. Josh was like a metaphoric angel to Tyler. Josh was the only thing that Tyler truly loved and Josh returned that back to Tyler.

They loved each other and that’s all that mattered. Not all people would agree with them being together but they kept quite because even they could tell how in love they were.

For awhile it was amazing, some may say it was too good to be true, and it was. Sadly, it was. For what once was peaceful and loving would soon be shattered by the thing that had no cure. Just because it had no cure does not mean that there was no hope. Even Tyler himself had hope, him being the one the who was most effected.


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  Yes it’s a Joshler writing.   That was just a little taste.
 
 

Perfect (Patrick Stump)

Based Off a Request for a TOP & FOB imagine ( requested by the amazing @imke-vd who might hate me bc I told her I was working on this like a month ago…. sorry! Hope you like it!<3)

A/N: I’m pretty proud of this one ( it’s my longest one ever and features two of my favorite bands ) so I hope you like it!

Subject: Patrick Stump, featuring twenty one pilots and Fall Out Boy

YOUR POV

You shift your eyes from left to right. Are you in the right place? You shake your head and walk down the hallway to the left. Obviously you’re in the right place, there’s twenty one pilots posters covering the venue, and the security guard handed you a backstage pass and checked your name off of a list, but you still felt lost. Why is it so hard to find the stage? You rub your arms and look down the next hallways, debating which direction to go.

“Need help?” You jump at the voice that comes from behind you.

“Yeah,” you say gratefully, smiling at the security guard, “I’m trying to find the main stage?”

“Down that hallway and to the left” the security guard gestures, “You’re almost there”

You grin and thank him, hurrying in the direction he pointed. When you emerge from the hallway, you’re right behind the stage and you spot a group of guys standing in a circle in the center of the stage. You grin as you spot who you’ve been searching for this whole time, and you can’t help but break into a run.

PATRICK’S POV

“TY-JO!” The yell rips through the stage and Patrick jumps as it startles him, turning just in time to see a blur of dark hair running towards Tyler. For a moment he panics, wondering if this girl was a crazed fan or something, but then Tyler turns, grins and holds his arms out. In another second, the girl collides with Tyler and hugs him fiercely, laughing as she tucks her face into his neck and then he’s spinning her in a circle. It’s like a scene from a movie, but Patrick’s confused. Who’s this girl? Is he supposed to know her? Does Tyler have a girlfriend? As he looks around the group no one else seems confused at what’s happening. The girl finally steps out of Tyler’s arms, only to immediately hug Josh.

“Josh, I missed you” she groans as he hugs her tightly.

“I missed you too kid” he grins at her.

She grins cheekily and Patrick is mesmerized by her smile - it lights up the whole stage. She hugs Pete too, and suddenly Patrick wonders if he’s the only one who doesn’t know this girl. But then she introduces herself to Joe and Andy. Then finally, she turns towards him, smile brightening as they make eye contact, and Patrick is almost speechless. This girl is one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, and he’s so distracted by her piercing eyes he almost misses her words.

“Hey,” she says happily extending a hand to him, “I’m (Y/N)”

“Patrick” he responds, shaking her hand.

“I know” she says , then blushing, “I mean , um, I’m a fan so I know, we haven’t actually met yet” she rushes to explain herself.

YOUR POV

You blush furiously as you rant, tripping over your words. It figures, you’ve been wanting to meet Patrick for a long time, and the minute you do you act like a crazed teenager fawning over him.

“It’s okay, I’m glad to hear you’re a fan. And it’s nice to meet you” He smiles back, and you let out a breath. You try to find something else to say, anything that will keep those gorgeous eyes of his looking into yours, but Tyler tugs on your arms.

“What took you so long? I thought you’d be here hours ago. You missed sound check!”

“I’m sorry, traffic was awful and it took ages to get out of the house” You explain, “but I’m here now!”

“Thank god, I thought you were gonna miss the whole show” Josh groans, nudging you in the shoulder.

“Nah I’d never miss the chance to see my boys play” you grin, hugging Josh’s side. “Plus I’d never turn down a Fall Out Boy concert either”

Pete throws a grin, high fiving you.

“Can I put my stuff in the bus now?” you ask , looking between Tyler and Josh.

“The bus?” Patrick asks from behind me.

“She’s joining us for the rest of the tour” Pete says, looking at Patrick confused.

“That’s alright, right?” Tyler asks.

Patrick looks back at him, equally confused, “Of course, Sorry, I mean that’s great, I just didn’t know” he turns to you, “Seriously, that’s great, I’m glad you’re coming it’ll be a lot of fun.”

You actively try to stop from smiling as he smiles at you, nodding back at him.

“So…” you say, breaking up the silence that followed, “Buses?”

The guys all murmur agreements and Tyler and Josh start leading everyone to the bus. Both of them trying to talk to you at the same time. You link arms with Tyler, just happy to be back with your best friend again.

PATRICKS POV
Patrick’s heart fell a little as he watched her link arms with Tyler, head leaning on his shoulder as they walked.

There was still time before they had to get ready for the show, so they all broke paths to go to their separate tour buses, and Patrick felt oddly disappointed when (Y/N), Tyler, and Josh disappeared into their tour bus, but he couldn’t figure out why.

Four hours later, Patrick walks off the stage, applause and screaming from the crowd ringing in his ears, grinning widely.

“Good job man” Joe says, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah you too” Patrick responds, high fiving Pete and Andy too.

Tyler and Josh appear from back stage. “Ready for the encore?” Tyler asks.

They all nod, and rush back on the stage, to give one long, dramatic encore, singing Saturday and Trees. The crowd explodes at the end, louder than they had been all night. The guys exit the stage for good this time, and (Y/N) is waiting in the wings, clapping for them.

“You guys were amazing!” she cheers, hugging Tyler and Josh first, “Ew okay, also really sweaty” she commented with a laugh.

“And you guys, oh my gosh, I swear you get better and better everytime I see you” she gushes, turning towards the guys of Fall Out Boy. Patrick’s heart flips in his chest as she hugs him tightly.

“You’ve seen us before?” Patrick asks, pulling away.

“Oh yeah” (Y/N) says, “I’ve been a fan for ages I’ve actually seen you guys like four times” she blushes, looking away.

“That’s awesome” Patrick says grinning, and you lock eyes.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I am starving” Joe interjects, “Anyone up for food?”
“Can we do pizza?” Pete asks.

“No how about taco bell” Tyler chimes in.

“Ty, we are not going to Taco Bell, ever” (Y/N) groans, putting a hand on her hip.

“I agree” Patrick throws in.

Tyler looks at them, offended, “Wow I really feel like I’m getting ganged up on here but whatever”

(Y/N) laughs leaning forward and putting an arm on his shoulder. “There’s an old fashioned diner just a few blocks from here. They have pizza and mexican food and a little bit of everything else. How does that sound?”

Everyone agrees, deciding to head back to the buses to shower and get ready first.


An hour later, the large group of you walk down the street, having decided on just walking to the diner since it’s so close

It’s cold and a little windy outside, so everyone’s hunched against the cold. Patrick walks behind Tyler and (Y/N). He watches with annoyance as (Y/N) moves against his side, and Tyler throws an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder to warm her up. Patrick can’t explain it but he feels insanely jealous. He’s known this girl for less than twelve hours and yet for some reason he can’t stop the flare of jealousy that piques in his chest every time Tyler and (Y/N) do something cute. He can’t help but feel like it should be him, but that’s crazy… right?

“Dude, are you okay?” Pete asks.

“What? Yeah I’m fine why?” Patrick responds, taking his eyes away from the back of (Y/N)’s head.

“I dunno you just look… kinda pissed I guess.”

“Nah i’m good, just hungry” Patrick says, avoiding Pete’s eyes.

“Alright if you say so. But good news, I think we’re here”
The people in front of them stop, opening the door and piling into the cozy little diner. The seven of them cram into a booth, everyone jostling and being a little bit too loud, scrambling for menus and talking about the show. Patrick catches eyes with (Y/N) who sits across the table. She makes a gesture that says “Wow can you believe these guys?” and Patrick laughs in response, shrugging. As she smiles back, that flare in Patrick’s chest gets a little warmer, and little kinder, and maybe a little more hopeful.

After an hour of eating and talking, the group heads back to the buses, Patrick and Pete to one, Andy and Joe to a second, And Josh, Tyler, and (Y/N) to the third. Patrick stands outside the door to their bus, waving to everyone as they disappear.

Pete grins as he spots Patrick’s eyes trained on (Y/N) as she climbs into the bus.

“She’s cute, isnt she” Pete says, moving around him to climb up the bus.

“Beautiful” Patrick corrects, before blushing and clearing his throat and following ete inside. “I mean, uh, Tyler’s a lucky guy”

Pete looks at him in confusion, before letting out a chuckle “Nah man you got it all wrong, They’re not together”

“They’re not?” Patrick repeats, heart flipping in his chest.

“Nope. They’re just friends. Been friends since they were babies, I think. Nope, as far as I know she’s single”

“Interesting” Patrick says, pretending to act somewhat uninterested.

“You should go for it, Trick” Pete comments.

“What? No I…”

“You’ve been staring at her all night. And she’s been staring right back”

“No she hasn't” Patrick denies, rolling his eyes.

“Dude,” Pete says, putting hands on Patrick’s shoulders and squeezing, “She’s beautiful and smart and funny, I think you two could be cute together. Go for it”

“I’ll think about it” Patrick says, and Pete grins, walking away to go to bed.

Late that night Patrick drifts off to sleep, hoping that Pete was right.

THREE WEEKS LATER  - YOUR POV

“That was awesome!” You cheer as the guys come running off the stage.

“Yeah but you always say that” Tyler says with a smile, rolling his eyes.

“Well you guys are always awesome” you tease, poking him in the shoulder.

“I just can’t wait to shower” Josh complains, running a towel across his forehead.

“Oh friend we’re all excited for that” Joe says.

Josh makes a fake hurt face and flips him off. The group moves away from the stage, splitting up to shower and agreeing to meet back in Tyler and Josh’s bus. Being the only one not showering, you pull out your laptop and settle in on the couch, waiting for everyone to be done.

The first one to come into the bus is Patrick, and you can’t help but smile when you realize it’s him.

“You clean up nicely” you say with a smile.

He blushes slightly, letting out a laugh “ Thanks”

“Come sit, no one else is ready yet” you pat the couch next to you.

He nods and come to sit next to you, and you smile at him when his knee brushes his.

“What do you think everyone wants to do tonight?” Patrick asks you

“Probably go out to a bar or something” You say with a little distaste.

“What a shocker” Patrick says with faux surprise. You giggle at his response, looking over when Tyler emerges from the back of the bus, freshly showered.

“Josh is almost ready, doing his hair I think” He comments, dropping on the floor and resting his back against your knees.

“That boy and his hair” you comment with a laugh, “but no one besides Patrick is even here yet so it’s fine”

As soon as the words leave your lips, the door opens and Andy, Joe, and Pete come in.

“I guess I spoke too soon” you add.

Josh comes out of the back as well, grinning at the sight of everyone.

“Alright, who’s ready to do this?” Pete exclaims.

“Do what exactly?” Patrick asks him.

“We’re going to that club downtown” Joe adds.

“Do we have to?” You and Patrick say at the same time. You look at each other in surprise, laughing when everyone else groans.

“Since when did you become such a drag” Tyler complains, rising from the floor.

“I am not a drag, I just don’t always want to go out” You say defensively,

“No the two of you are boring” Josh says, gesturing between you and Patrick. “You never want to come out!”

“That’s definitely not true” Patrick looks to you, “We were just out like two nights ago”

“Exactly” you confirm.

“You really don’t want to come?” Tyler asks doubtfully.

“I really don't” you say, a little guiltily.

“Patrick? You sure you don’t want to join?” Joe asks Patrick seriously.

“Nah I’m good” he replies, “Plus, someone’s gotta keep the lady company” he adds with a grin at you.

“I feel bad just leaving you guys here” Tyler says, frowning and looking at you

“Seriously, you guys go” you say, rising from the couch and nudging Tyler and Josh towards the door. “I’ll be fine, Patrick will be fine, and we’ll go out next time, I promise”

With one more doubtful look, the guys hug you and leave.

“I thought they’d never leave” You joke, turning back to Patrick.

He laughs, shaking his head. “I don’t know how they go out every night and aren’t always exhausted”

“It’s a mystery” you say, sitting on the couch again and facing him, “At least it’s just the two of us now”

Patrick looks at you in surprise, “Uh, I mean as opposed to me being alone. I’m glad you stayed” you expand, blushing a little.

“Me too” Patrick says with a small smile, “What do you wanna do?”

“I don’t know” you say thoughtfully, “Just hang out?”

“Works for me, there’s actually some stuff I wanted to get done anyway” Patrick says.

“Cool you go ahead and do that and then maybe we can watch a movie or something”

He nods and leaves to get his laptop, returning in a few minutes. You run in the back, grabbing your little speaker and your laptop, before returning to the front.

You sit on the floor, turning your phone. “What do you wanna listen to?” you ask.

“Whatever you want, I’m open to anything”

“I’ll just hit shuffle” you decide. You do, and the first song that pours through the speakers is one from Soul Punk. “Well this is awkward” you say with a laugh, switching to the next song.

“You have Soul Punk on your phone?” Patrick asks in surprise.

“Of course,” you reply, “I told you I was a fan”

“I know I just figured you meant of Fall Out Boy”
“I am a fan of Fall Out Boy, but also of you. A huge fan in fact. I actually saw one of your solo shows” you confess in a rush.

“No way” Patrick says setting his laptop aside. “I can’t believe that” he laughs.

“I did, and it was fantastic. You have a lot of talent Patrick”

Patrick blushes, “Thanks” he says to you, looking back

You chew on your lip, trying to decide if you should say what you really want to or not.

“Patrick? Can I just say something?” you asks, looking up at him a little embarrassed.

“Yeah, what is it?” he asks, looking down at you in concern.

“I just…” you trail off, unsure of how to tell him, “I just think you’re really brave”

His eyebrows draw together in confusion, “Brave? Why?”

You pull your knees to your chest, looking up at him. “I watched an interview once where the interviewer asked you and Pete about Folie a Deux”

“Yeah…” Patrick asks, still looking confused.

“And you told this story about how you guys toured for the album, and one night when you announced you were gonna play some of the newer songs, the entire crowd just flipped you off” Patrick grimaces. “And you said that’s all you can ever think about when you think of that album”

“Yeah, that is true” Patrick’s says, a little bitterly, but confusion still lingers in his eyes.

“And then during hiatus I read the article you wrote” you continue explaining, “About how fans would tell you they like you better when you were fat, or would come to your solo shows and tell you sucked without Fall Out Boy or that you should have never gone solo”

“(Y/N) why are you bringing all of this up?” he asks, and you see pain tracing his eyes.

“I just wanted to tell you that I think it’s really empowering and brave that you’re still out here playing music after all of that awful stuff you went through. I think you’re kind of amazing Patrick” You finish your little speech, looking away as a blush colors your cheeks.

“Wow” Patrick says in aw e, “You really think that?”

“Always have” you say nodding, “Sorry I didn’t mean to make it awkward I just wanted you to know”

“No, um, thank you for telling me” he says, smiling down at you, “That means a lot and it actually makes me feel a little better. But music’s my passion and my life, I couldn’t give it up if I tried”

“I know” you says smiling up at him, “And that’s pretty amazing too”

You grin up at him, turning back around and resting your back against the couch, opening your laptop. For a while the two of you just sit there in comfortable silence, working on various things. After about an hour though, your legs are growing numb from sitting on them and you’ve run out of stuff to do. You turn to see what Patrick’s up to, only to find him entirely absorbed in whatever he’s doing. His headphones are on, but only one ear is covered. You smile, thinking that he left one ear covered just in case you said something to him.

“What are you looking at?” Patrick says suddenly.

“Nothing” you shrug with a smile, “Just you”

Patrick blushes slightly, looking away from you.

“I’m bored” you declare, poking him in the knee.

“Sounds like your problem” Patrick responds playfully.

“Nooo come on Patrick” you say, standing up, “Come dance with me”

“Dance?”

“Yeah you know…” you say, spinning in a circle, “Dance”

Ha laughs at you and you grin back, reaching down to your phone to skip through until a fast paced song comes on, and you turn it up. You pull Patrick (reluctantly) to his feet, and start dancing. He just looks at you for a while, laughing at your goofy dance moves, but then he laughs and joins in. Just like that, the two of you are having your own private dance party.

You’re dying of laughter watching Patrick attempt the wave when the song fades out, and the song “Perfect” By Ed Sheeran comes on, considerably slower and more romantic than the song you had picked before.

“Now this is more my style” Patrick says with a smile. “Know how to waltz?”

“No” you say, raising your eyebrows. “Do you?”

“Of course, every proper gentleman does.” He bows deeply, smiling up at you with shining eyes. “May I have this dance?”

You giggle and accept his hand, “But I don’t know how”
“I’ll teach you” Patrick says simply, lightly placing an arm on your waist. “ Step on my toes”

You balk at the sentence, “I’ll crush your feet”

“Oh please, I can handle it I promise” he says, raising his eyebrows.

You sigh, smiling him “Well if you insist”

By the time the two of you are dancing in a relatively smooth manner, the second verse is coming to an end, and Patrick starts softly singing.

“ Darling, just hold my hand, Be my girl, I’ll be your man, I see my future in your eyes” you pull back from him a little bit, looking at him in shock at the emotion filtering his voice. He smiles at you, pulls you a little closer to him, and continues singing the next chorus.

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song. When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful. I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight” He stares into your eyes with the last line, and your heart beats so fast you’re worried he can hear it. You lean your head against his shoulder, drinking in this new closeness you hadn’t felt with anyone in a long time.  After the instrumental, he sings the very last chorus, and you pull back to watch him as he sings to you. “ Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms, Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song. I have faith in what I see. Now I know I have met an angel in person, And she looks perfect.I don’t deserve this, You look perfect tonight”

The words fade out as you stare into each other’s eyes, still wrapped up in the moment even though the song has switched to something else. He lifts his hand, gently caressing your cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes flit down to your lips for barely a second, and then the two of you are leaning towards each other, slowly, still wrapped in each other’s arms. You feel like your chest is about to explode from how fast your heart is beating and then - BAM! The door to the bus is ripped open so hard it bangs against the outside of it, and you and Patrick jump apart as though you had been shocked. Tyler, Josh, Joe, Pete and Andy file in, Tyler and Josh alone being loud enough that you can tell they’ve maybe had a little too much fun.

“(Y/N)! Babe! We missed you!” Josh belts out.

“Well if it isnt my best friend!” Tyler announces, coming up to you and throwing an arm around your shoulder. You giggle at their antics, throwing a nervous look at Patrick. He glances back, meets your eyes and shrug, grinning at you. Your heart soars.

“So you guys had fun?” you ask the group, all but shoving Tyler towards the couch, where he happily plops down.

“So much fun” Josh declares.

“But you should’ve been there. We don’t hang out enough” Tyler says, getting serious. Your heart squeezes at his words.

“I know Ty, I’m sorry” you say, squeezing his hand. “I’ll go out next time”
“You too Patty!” Pete announces suddenly.

“Yeah, definitely” Patrick says.

“I feel kind of sick” Joe says, suddenly looking very ill.

“We should get him back to his bus” Andy says with a sigh, looking weary and bored, as though he was used to this.

Joe, Andy, and Pete move towards the door.

“Wait, Trick are you coming?” Pete asks from the door.

“Yeah, yeah, in just a second.” he calls back, looking back to you.

You look at him with a smile. “You should go with them,” you says, crossing over to him and quietly squeezing his hand, talking quietly so Josh and Tyler can’t hear you. “I have to take care of those guys anyway. But i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you smiles up at him.

He smiles back and squeezes your hand in return, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Goodnight (Y/N)”

“Goodnight Patrick” you say, watching him collect his stuff and moves towards the door, watching until he leaves the bus and disappears into the night.

*THREE DAYS LATER*

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N)” the shout jars you from your sleep and you jump awake to see Tyler and Josh staring down at you.

“Five more minutes” you groan, rolling over towards the wall.

“Nope, sorry birthday girl” Tyler reaches in your bunk, grabbing you and pulling you out. You screech as Josh grabs you from him, swinging you over his shoulder.

“Josh, put me down!” you say, gripping his back so you don’t fall down.

“Josh dont put her down” Tyler instructs, “Today’s your birthday and we have a full agenda, so there’s no time to waste on sleep”

Josh plops you down at the little table, and Tyler slides a bowl of cereal in front of you. “Just so you know, I was going to make you pancakes but I do not have access to either pancake batter or a stove”

You laugh, taking a bite. “Thank you, this is perfect. But you guys really don’t have to make such a big fuss over my birthday, it’s no big deal.”

“Of course it is” Tyer huffs, checking his watch. “ Now, you have forty minutes to eat and get ready, and then we’re heading into town to go shopping.”

“Shopping?” you ask.

“You need something to wear to your party”

“My party!?” You exclaim.

“Oh yeah, by the way, we’re throwing you a party tonight”

“Oh my gosh” you say with a laugh. “You guys really are going all out aren’t you”
“It’s because we love you, “ Tyler says cheekily, “But seriously, I was instructed very clearly by my mom that if I was throwing you a party I also needed to provide you the opportunity to get a new outfit”

“Your mother is a wise woman” you say, pointing your spoon at Tyler.

“Plus, I thought you might want to get something extra special, since Patrick will be there”

Your heart jumped at his name, but you shrugged, “Why would that matter?”

“Oh please, you’re practically in love with him” Josh claims, bumping into your shoulder.

You roll your eyes, “ I am not”

“Listen, we’ve all been waltzing around watching the two of you make puppy dog eyes at each other for days,” Tyler says, looking at you knowingly, “we’re merely observing.”

“Okay, okay fine you caught me. I may like him just  a little” you admit, blushing despite yourself.

“So, we’re going around town to a few places, wherever you want, and we’re all gonna get fancy new outfits. Then, we’re going to lunch at this cool little barbecue place that some fans recommended, we’re stopping at a nearby park, and then we’re coming back to get ready and dance the night away’ Tyler explains.

“Sounds perfect” you say with a grin. “Thanks guys” you reach across the table, squeezing Tyler’s hands.

“Anything for you” Tyler says, “but only for today because I hate shopping”

You let out a laugh, “Sounds like a deal”

The two of you finish getting ready, and head into town. Josh stayed behind, meaning you had the whole day for just you and Tyler. You two spent the day shopping, eating, and sightseeing. Being with Tyler was crazy fun - it had been ages since just the two of you hung out and you had missed him a lot. After hours of goofing off and annoying each other, you decided to return. When the two of you returned, it was like a ghost town. No one was around, even Josh wasn’t in the bus. You asked Tyler about it, but he simply told you not to worry about it and to “hurry up and get ready already”. The two of you blasted music through the bus, him dancing around and annoying you, distracting you from getting ready. Finally, you emerged from the back of the bus ready. For your new party outfit, which Tyler bought for you as part of your birthday gift, you had gotten black ripped jeans, black booties with a cute little heel, and a dark red lace shirt. Your hair was curled in large loose waves and you had re done your eyeliner three times just to make sure your makeup looked perfect. You usually didn’t get too excited over your birthday, but tonight your stomach was filled with butterflies

“Ready for your party?” Tyler asks, gallantly offering his arm.

“Yeah but, where are we going?” You asks, looking around the parking lot he was guiding you through.

“You’ll see”

After a few minutes, you reach a pair of doors.

“Here we are” Tyler says with a grin, “You ready?”

You nod, unsure of what to expect behind the somewhat rickety looking doors. Tyler grins at you one more time, makes a drum roll sound with his tongue, and opens the door.

PATRICKS POV

“SURPRISE!” the loud shout rings through the building as confetti falls over the door and covers (Y/N) and Tyler. Patricks grins and claps, laughing at (Y/N)’s shocked and happy face when she takes in the crowd. The guys had gotten together and invited a ton of people to give her a huge party, and Patrick heard that many of her close friends had even made it.

“Oh my gosh!” (Y/N) says, grinning at the people that approach her. Patrick and Pete hang back to wait their turn, watching everyone else come through.

Gerard walks up to (Y/N) with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, a few girls that must be good friends of (Y/N) tackle her in a group hug. Finally, Patrick watched as Brendon approaches her. (Y/N) grins and shouts his name, hugging him tightly and Brendon spins her in a circle and kisses her cheek, causing Patrick to shove down a wave of jealousy.

“Seriously was I the last person on earth to meet her?” Patrick asks in exasperation.

“Sorry bro. If I’d known you woulda liked her so much I would have introduced you earlier” Pete answers with a chuckle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Patrick says. Pete just looks at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright, okay, nevermind” Patrick waves his hands, “Yes, I like her”

“Trust me, we noticed” Joe laughs.

Patrick rolls his eyes and waves them off, finally seeing a lull in the crowd and walking over to (Y/N).

“Hey” Patrick says, stuffing his hands in his pockets after hugging her lightly, “Happy Birthday (Y/N), you look stunning”

(Y/N) smiles as a blush pours over her cheeks. “Thank you Patrick. I can’t believe you guys did all this”

“It was mostly Tyler’s idea, he thought you’d want to be surrounded by all your friends”

Her responding grin lightens Patrick’s heart, “This is amazing” she says, shaking her head, “I feel bad making you guys go through all this trouble. I mean inviting everyone, decorating,pl-”

“Hey” Patrick says, reaching forward and grabbing her hand, stopping her mid word, “We all wanted to do this for you. Just repay us by having fun okay?”

“Okay” she says with a shy grin. Patrick squeezes her hand, and nods towards the dance floor, “What do you say we show these people our dance moves?”

(Y/N) giggles and nods, and Patrick leads them to the dance floor. The next several hours are filled with music and lights and cake, and it isnt until almost two in the morning that the party evan begins to die down. This is when Patrick decides its time. He searches across the room, finally spotting (Y/N) near the gift table, talking animatedly to Brendon.

Patrick approaches, trying not to interrupt them.

“Hey Trick” (Y/N) says with a warm smile when she spots him over Brendon’s shoulder.

“Ah good,” Brendon says, turning to see him, “Keep the birthday girl company Patrick, I’m gonna go grab a drink”
Patrick nods and laughs as Brendon kisses (Y/N) loudly on the cheek and struts away.

“I didn’t know you guys were so close” Patrick says.

“We’re not, really, we’ve just hung out a few times since him and Josh are close,” (Y/N) explains, “He’s just really friendly”

Patrick laughs “Yeah yeah he is”

“Having fun? Sorry I haven’t been back to the dance floor for a while, figured I should just make the rounds” she says guiltily.

“Oh that’s fine I was actually, well, I wanted to give you your birthday present.” Patrick explains nervously.

“Oh Patrick you didn’t have to get me anything” she says, looking surprised.

“No it’s okay, I really wanted to get you this, but we have to go outside to get it”

“I could use some fresh air anyway” she says brightly, smiling and taking Patrick’s hand when he offers it. Patrick slips back to the doors they had come in, turning the corner until they reached the back of the building, and a ladder that led to the roof.

“We have to go up” Patrick says with a smile when (Y/N) looks confused.

“Are we even allowed to?” she asks, concerned.

“I think so, I’ve been up here already. But either way…” he trails off with a shrug and a smile, starting to climb.

“Wait Patrick…”

“Yeah?” he pauses his climb, looking down.

“You’re not going to murder me are you?” (Y/N) asks jokingly.

“No,” Patrick says with a laugh, “But if I was I wouldn’t tell you anyway”

“Well that’s reassuring” (Y/N) says with a laugh, following Patrick up the ladder anyway.

Y/N’S POV

When you reach the top of the ladder, Patrick grabs your hand and steadies you as you step onto the roof. When you look around, you can’t help but gasp. On the roof is a large picnic blanket, spread out along with a little picnic basket and a small speaker, playing quiet music in the background, and some candles spot the area, basking the whole scene in warm, glowing light.

“Patrick this is beautiful” you gasp, turning to face him. When you do, he’s smiling at you and holding a single rose, and a wrapped gift. Your eyes widen and you smile at him, “Oh my gosh” you say, covering your face with your hands - you couldn’t believe he had done all of this for you.

“Happy Birthday (Y/N), this is for you” he says, handing the box to you. You take it, trying to hide your shaking hands as you slowly untie the ribbon and tear the paper off. When you open the rectangular box, a sparkling pendant in the shape of the infinity symbol hangs off a silver chain.

“Patrick it’s gorgeous” you say in awe, meeting his eyes again.

“You told me last week that the infinity symbol held a lot of meaning to you so I thought you might like this”

“Like it?” you repeat, “Patrick it’s wonderful. Put it on?”

Patrick nods and takes the box from you, carefully slipping it out of it’s holdings. You turn your back to him, holding up your hair. He softly slips the necklace around your neck and clasps it, every brush of his fingers sending shivers down your spine. When it’s done, he drops his hands, ever so slightly caressing your shoulders. You turn to face him, dropping your hair around your shoulders, standing only inches from his face

“How does it look?” you ask, reaching up to touch the small pendent with your fingertips.

“Breathtaking. Just like you” Patrick responds, looking deeply inside your eyes.

This time, neither one of you hesitates, and you lean forward, lips meeting in the kiss you both has been waiting for. Patrick kisses you softly, one hand slowly slipping into your hair and the other resting on your waist. The two of you kiss until you have to pull away to catch your breath, but you remain woven together, neither one willing to let the other go.

“Patrick,” you whisper, biting your lip.

“Yeah?” he asks softly.

“I think I love you” you confess as your forehead rests against his.

“(Y/N)?” he says.

“Yeah?” you ask, momentarily afraid of rejection.

“I think I love you too”

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