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ladypoison · 8 months ago

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Kiss me.

Pairing: college!tyler x f!reader Summary: You meet Tyler at a college party he's hosting, you can't help but feel drawn to each other immediately- or maybe that's the drink talking. Warnings: Drinking, smoking, illegal substances, smut (18+ MDNI), P in V, Intoxicated consent. WC: 2.9k A/N: This is like practically my first written smut, plus I'm a rusty writer so go easy on me.

To say it was hot would be an understatement. Sweat glistened off your body, people colliding next to you in melodic movements only radiated that. You’d been in there for a total of 5 minutes and already felt like you were on the verge of a heatstroke.

The air around you smelt strongly of body odor and the alcohol that radiated on people’s breaths. So strongly you craved a drink as well, but your chatter-box of a friend wouldn’t let you leave her side as she spoke to a person you hadn’t come to know the name of. He was tall, with striking facial features you’d never see on anyone else, arms full with ink as well. Weirdly you wondered how it would feel to stick your finger in his gauged earlobe, maybe that was the current boredom speaking.

Your friend was speaking, but you had it tuned out until your name was mentioned, your head quickly turned to the conversation beside you. Your friend was now towards you “Drinks?” she asked, that one word putting you out of your misery finally. “Please” is all you said in return.

Her older friend signaled you both to follow, you awkwardly shuffled behind them both trying your hardest not to get shoved into. College parties were definitely a little rough, it wasn’t your first but you were definitely more fond of the bigger, less crowded ones. As you walked you took in the house, it wasn’t very big, enough to host this party anyway, but the rooms were still full of people, so I guess it worked out.

When you entered the kitchen, your friend was already leaping towards the mess of random bottles and drinks everywhere, and the gauged guy had already begun pouring drinks for the three of you. When the red solo cup finally was handed to your reach, you pressed it to your lips, gulping down the liquid inside. It wasn’t gross but it hurt to swallow. You squinted your eyes at the taste and he let out a slight chuckle “Good right?” he spoke, sarcastically it seemed, all you could do is give a pressed-lip smile and an awkward raise of your brows.

“So who’s house is this anyway?” your friend ended up asking the guy as she too took a swig from her cup. “A buddy of mine, he should be around here somewhere” he said, shrugging, and as if on cue another man appeared, pushing his way through the crowded kitchen entrance. He was tall, and boyishly cute with a litter of tattoos on his arms as well.

Sporting a pair of black, street-stylish kind of joggers and a gray crewneck that matched the beanie sitting atop his head. You couldn’t help but think he looked familiar, you probably shared a class with the guy. “Josh!” he called, now labeling the man you’ve been standing around for the entire time you’ve been here.

“Tyler, where’ve you been?” Josh asked him, leaning in for one of those weird manly hugs that guys do “Your own party and you can’t even show up on time huh?” He continued, smiling. Tyler looked you and your friend up and down for a short moment, making eye contact with you in the process before replying to his friend “Just a bit of pre-game before I got down here” you could tell he meant smoking beforehand, his eyes were glossy, you studied them for a moment before he spoke again “And who are these ladies?” He asked Josh, smiling at you both.

After Josh’s very quick introduction of you guys you’d gathered the two were very close, and- very cute as their personalities clashed playfully. Tyler- the man now awkwardly standing in front of you as Josh and your friend chatted, seemed sweet. “So, this is your place?” you spoke, breaking the silence between you two, his eyes caught in yours when you asked “Uhh- yeah, well my parent’s really but they’re on a long vacation right now.” He replied, you followed his lips as he spoke, already feeling a bit fuzzy with a refill now in your cup.

“Mmm that’s nice, so you host parties here when they’re away” you said, gazing over his reflective eyes, he reached up to scratch his neck slightly, he was kind-of awkward in a way that peaked your interest “Yeah I mean, it’s definitely one way to make yourself known around here, parties” He replied, shrugging “And That’s what you want? To be ‘known around here’?” you asked, smirking, using your free hand to push a fallen strand of hair out of your face. He chuckled slightly at your words “Doesn’t everyone?” he said, you slightly tilted your head, shrugging at his question.

You both stared at each other, and your surroundings for a few minutes, basking in the music, conversation, and the heated feeling coursing through your body. Your cheeks felt flushed, you even lifted a hand up to feel your skin, it was hot to the touch and he noticed that. “Do you wanna head somewhere else? It’s better upstairs probably- colder I mean” Tyler asked, you hesitated for a moment before replying with a simple “Yeah” and downing the rest of your drink, it stung you for a moment before settling.

He spoke quickly to Josh, a farewell for you both before taking your arm and leading you through the crowd of bodies, not without a few pushes. Heading up the stairs was sorta difficult but his hand kept a steady lead on you as you pushed yourself upwards, feet heavy beneath you.

The hallways were still littered with a few bodies, you even managed to see a sloppy make out session between- not two but three people at the end of the hall, you mumbled a quiet “weird” mindlessly. You weren’t really paying attention to much until he pushed open, what you assumed to be his bedroom door.

The room wasn’t much, at least nothing you could specifically notice in your fuzzy mental state besides the dark gray walls that seemed to match him, you pondered if he was as intoxicated as you were. I guess your thoughts were answered when he slowly sat himself on the ground instead of the bed, or a chair. His eyes weren’t focused on anything in specific but the red tint in them was obvious, especially when he met yours.

You smiled to yourself, settling down on the carpet crisscrossed next to him. “Do you want to uhh- smoke?” He asked, smiling, reaching in his pocket for what seemed to be a cart. “Sure..” you replied. He reached out his arm, handing it to you, and you slowly put it to your lips. You held the smoke in your cheeks for a moment, before inhaling, it scratched at your throat before being let out.

Instantly, you coughed a few times, not the prettiest site that’s for sure. It was a moment before the slight feeling had settled in your mind. His eyes lingered on you before you handed it back, he lifted it to his own lips and you stared blankly at him as he repeated the same process. Watching the smoke slide out from his lips effortlessly ignited a feeling in your chest, it was probably the alcohol making you feel more flustered.

“You come here with anyone besides your friend?” He asked, obviously wanting to ask if you came here with a partner or something, ‘smooth’ you thought sarcastically. “Nope, just us” You smiled “She seems to be very interested in your friend, that Josh guy.” You spoke mindlessly. He nodded, grinning. Paying attention, you noticed his crooked smile for the first time, and lingered on the feeling his features left in your stomach. “Yeah I’ve certainly heard a lot about her from him” you both let out small giggles in the realization both your friends definitely were into each other.

The music boomed from downstairs, reaching the bedroom walls with its volume. It was silent between you two as you relaxed. The pair of you ended up deciding it would be comfier to lay down on the carpet side-by-side as you chatted with one another, staring up at the dimly lit ceiling of his room.

The walls were painted blue after he turned on a small colored light off in the corner of his room, it was less harsh then the original big light’s grasp over the room. You felt like you were someplace else now, more free then the messy crowd of your thoughts usually left you in. You both spoke mindlessly, on random topics that didn’t get you anywhere in the knowing-each-other-very-well department and yet you still felt closer to him at the moment than anyone else in the house.

“How come we’ve never talked to each other before?” he asked, pausing for a moment before continuing “I’ve definitely seen you around” his head was turned towards you, as was yours to him as your bodies sprawled out on the floor. You simply shrugged, glossing your eyes over the position in which you both laid. He hummed slightly in recognition of your response, tracing his fingers on the pocket outline of his joggers.

You bit your lip, chewing on it slightly as your mind was blank besides the occasional thought about the boy next to you. Your head turned towards him, carefully studying the way his chest rose and fell, the slight sigh that exited his lips every few minutes made its way into your ears. You lifted yourself slightly off the floor, enough to scoot yourself slightly over him, now with only your head hovering slightly over his.

His attention was now off the soulless wall and onto you “Hmm?” He hummed, half lidded eyes with tiredness looking up to you. You spoke softly then “Can i?” It was obvious what you were asking, though you had no idea where the burst of boldness came from. It was the moment, peaceful and drunk on the silence between the two of you that caused the tension to rise. He only stared at you for a moment, slightly taken aback before he replied “Yeah”.

It was a ‘why not?’ moment, at least that's what you thought, and assumed he shared that idea. You hovered over him for a moment before leaning forward and placing your lips onto his. It was a chapped kiss, but you could hardly care, with the dryness of your throat it felt good to indulge in someone else’s. The position was awkward, with you slightly on your side and him laying flat down, so you scooted closer, lifting your leg and straddling him on the floor.

The kiss was hardly broken before you dove back into it, clashing your lips with his before the wetness of your tongues got involved. It was teethy just a bit, in a momentarily relaxed humorous way, you couldn’t help but smile into the heated kiss, and his hands snakes their way around your waist. Your shirt was slightly slid up at the moment with you on top of him, and his fingers found their way inside, heating your bare skin with his calloused fingers, you wondered if he’s ever played an instrument with the way his hands ignited your skin as they explored.

You felt it against you now as you slightly grinded on his body, he groaned and bit your lip accidentally “shit- sorry” Is all he mumbled before gliding his tongue over the wound. All you could do is moan in response to his quick actions, it was fast and yet felt so slow. He broke the kiss for a moment, panting as were you. His hands pulled your top slightly before his eyes met yours, as if asking ‘could I?’ with no words at all, you simply guided his hands further to take your top off and discard behind you.

It was clear you both weren’t in the best mind-space to do what you were doing. It was fast, random, and possibly a stupid idea, yet you couldn’t stop and neither could he. It was hot, the air around you, even after going top-less. The clothes-discarding was messy for both of you, sliding his ridiculous beanie off his head and looking up to you for assistance gliding his sweater over his head. He was slightly sitting up at this point, running his hands down your back to unclasp the one item between him and your tits.

He was eager, you could feel it underneath you, even being this close to him sent waves of pleasure down your spine, your heart tingled with that familiar feeling of warmth, lust mistaken for love. When you reached down to pull down your bottoms he paused “Are you sure- you want to?” he asked, in a breathy voice that made you even more flustered “I’m sure” you replied in a softer voice before sliding your bottoms down your legs awkwardly. In this mist of that he began doing the same.

He leaned upwards again, pressing his nose into your neck “Do you wanna move to the bed?” He spoke slowly, you gave him a quick “Mhm..” before you both stood up, dizzy with arousal and your medicated state of mind. You both stepped on your own discarded clothes before falling onto the bed, your lips entwined as you did so. He was on top of you now, both of you left in nothing but the lower part of your underwear.

He pressed sloppy kisses to your chin, leading down into your neck and you moaned “Tyler..” saying his name felt so dirty, he was after all practically a stranger you’d just met, you felt dirty, but in a way you liked how the spur of the moment made you feel. It was erotic how he pressed his lips to your chest, cupping one of your breasts with his hand while the other one made its way down to the band of your underwear slightly tugging on it before sliding it down your bare legs.

You panted underneath him, blinking slowly, batting your eyelashes at him as he tugged his own boxers down his legs, tossing them off the bed. You guided your eyes down his length before kissing him tightly again. His rough fingers found their way to your folds gliding them in place, you moaned a breathy moan, mouth gaped open. “s-shit” he said, noticing how your arousal was already wet to the touch.

He stopped his fingers for a moment, lowering himself down your body slightly. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he stroked his dick a few times before positioning it between your folds. He kissed you, hard and slid into the warmth of your cunt, losing his breath in the process. “Fuck” he groaned into your mouth, you could only whine into his, sliding your fingers up his neck to tussle his hair between them. It took him a moment to fully insert himself into you, but once he did he slowly started rocking himself against you.

Your bodies grinded into one mess, his cock pumping in and out of you, you swore if you put a hand to your stomach you might be able to feel him inside of you. The feeling of arousal not only flooded your mind but you could feel it coating his dick as he pushed in and out of you. Your eyes were shut, basking in the lustful emotions that coursed throughout your body. Your skin was sweaty to the touch, and so was his.

You followed the tattoos on his arm up to his bicep, grabbing it when he picked up the pace. The erotic noises that left your mouth would put sober you to shame but right now you could give less of a shit. The music was loud, you hoped it was loud enough to drown out the slapping of skin between you both. As he pumped himself in and out of you, you reached a hand down to rub your clit softly, only increasing the pleasure.

He leaned into your neck again, breath hot against you, you shivered. Whining and moaning as he sucked on your supple skin, leaving marks that you were sure you’d need a shit ton of color corrector and concealer for in the morning. You felt you were coming to an end, the heat in your stomach beginning to come loose. A wave of heat coursed through you before you came crashing down with a loud moan, white poured out of your cunt and onto his dick “Fuuuck me, you’re so perfect” He spoke up finally, still thrusting he rode out your high, reaching his own in the process.

His features squinted, eyebrows raised in ecstasy. He pulled out of you quickly before he gave out, giving his own dick a few strokes before spurting his seed onto your stomach. The air was heavy with panting between the both of you, and he flopped over to the other side of the bed. At this point you barely felt the drunk of alcohol anymore, just exhausted and still high, wiping beads of sweat off your forehead.

“We should do this- again sometime” he said, chuckling softly, all you could do is snort at his boldness, leaning over to kiss him again. “Mind if I stay the night?” you asked, he only smiled at you before pulling the covers over you both, which smelt strongly of you both now.

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ret1cent · 2 months ago

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the space between (pt.4)

josh dun x fem reader

WC:6,000+

“this is our decision to live fast and die young, we’ve got the vision, now let's have some fun”

warnings: convos about unhappy/toxic relationship, language, cute chapter for the most part tho not too much emo-ness,

a/n: reminder that this is based in 2016 so some of the language and fashion will reflect that loll 😭 and the burn is burning slow the two of you have like agent scully and mulder level chemistry rn... also a lot of this chapter is inspired by the arcade scene in dinner in america i luv that sceneee you should watch the movie if you haven’t before

previous chapters

May 20th, 2016.

Josh and I had driven back to his place, after I ultimately decided that I couldn’t stay the night with Logan. But I knew it would be bad to sleep at Josh’s with the etiquette of my engagement, despite Josh’s many offers for me to just stay in his guest room. I had ended up calling up Kass, guilty of putting the stress of company on her at the last minute, but she seemed delighted to help me out. Now, I was sitting across from her on her large maroon cushioned couch, nursing a glass of wine.

“So, you’re telling me he just went quiet and threw the glass on the floor without a word?” Kass asks, her eyes widened as I reflected on the events of the day with her.

“Yeah, it was scary. It was like this silent anger that led into him finally just... bursting.” I say as I draw shapes with my fingers on the cushion of the couch.

“(Y/n)… this isn’t normal. There’s something going on with him.” she said, looking at me with worried eyes. “This doesn’t sound safe.”

“I-I know...” I say looking away, staring at the colorful painting hung on her wall. “He’s always been a little quick to anger.”

She puts a hand on my knee, and I look back at her. “You know you can get yourself out of this situation… right?” she asks, her green eyes shining with concern as she tilts her head to the side.

I pause, taken aback. “Yeah, of course...” I say, not even believing the tone of my own voice. “But it’s fine… I’ll have a conversation with him about this. It’s not the first time he’s acted irrationally in an argument; he’s changed before.”

“It’s the fact that you have to get him to change though.” She reasons with me, and I look down, resting my head against my chin.

“I… I know. He isn’t perfect at all. But I chose him, and I love him. We’re getting married in a few months, I can’t just back out of this. I have to be grown. I have to follow through with the decisions I’ve made. Our families are expecting it.”

“Wouldn’t they understand though… At least your family? If you backed out of this if they knew it wasn’t serving you right?” she asks softly.

I go silent. I had no idea how they’d react quite frankly. My mom and stepdad were quite traditional, though unspoken, it was clear they had been waiting for me to get engaged. They believed I was at the age where I should be starting to settle down with someone, start a family even. My mom was not quiet about her desire for grandchildren. Her using the plural of that phrase always freaked me out, even one kid seemed like too much to me.

“I don’t know.” I finally say, a genuine uncertainty in my voice.

Kass looks at me with sympathy, her orange hair glowing like a warm fire under the tall seat next to the couch. “So, how’d things go with Josh today?” She changes the subject, taking a sip from her glass.

“God, it was great.” I say, leaning my head against the couch with a smile. I had already given her his explanation of forgiveness, but not the details of our hangout after. “He took me back to his place which was amazing by the way, it was huge and modern looking it was really cool. But I helped him clean up some of his scrapes…” I say, rubbing my neck uncomfortably as I reflect on the fact that they were Logan’s fault. “And then we went out to get dinner after and just had more of a conversation about why him and Sophia broke up which I explained some of to you. After that on the ride home we were just like yelling to some of our old favorite songs it was nice… Freeing almost.” I say with a soft, appreciative laugh.

Kass raises and eyebrow and I pause in concern. “What?” I question her expression.

“He’s taking you back to his place and you guys are getting dinner after…?” She starts and I quickly catch on to what she was trying to insinuate.

“Oh no no, it’s not like that.” I quickly defended the situation, shaking my head.

“Maybe for you… Does he know you’re engaged?”

“No, he doesn’t like me like that and…” I pause, reflecting on her question. Actually, he didn’t. Unless he spotted my ring and didn’t say anything. But the moment that Logan got home when Josh was at my doorstep, I almost felt the need to hide it from him. To hide the fact that I was engaged to someone like Logan. I had only referred to him as my boyfriend. “I… I don’t think so actually.” I admit honestly, surprised by my own actions.

She snorts. “Wait so how’d you explain Logan to him? Hey, this random dude might beat you up so you should get out of here… Yeah, he kind of just roams the street sometimes, beats up dudes he doesn’t like the vibe of.” She jokes and I laugh, rolling my eyes.

“No, I think I just called him my boyfriend. Slip of the tongue.” I say and she starts giving me a suspicious look again. “What!” I whine, confused by her pestering about me and Josh’s friendship.

“You didn’t want to tell him, did you?” She interrogates me, resting her cheek against her palm, balancing her wine glass on her knee as she looks at me.

“I mean no I wasn’t thrilled to announce my engagement to a man who I knew was about to give him shit…”

“Come onnn you know that’s not what I mean.” She says.

“Kass!” I laugh. “We’re just friends.”

“Okkkay whatever you say…” She says, clearly not convinced. "But you have to admit he’s a good-looking man.”

“Well yeah…”

“I GOT YOUR ASS!” She shouts and I laugh, slapping her leg.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to convince her, but I also knew me and Josh were just friends, anyone could admit their friend was good looking without it being weird.

Me and her keep giggling, then she looks at me and smiles. “Why don’t we do this more often?” she asks genuinely.

“I don’t know honestly…” I reply, slightly saddened. Maybe it was my own fault for falling into a mundane routine where I felt unsatisfied with life. All I did was work and come home, and I always felt the need to keep Logan company. But I never stopped to think that I had lost the sense of having my own life. I hung out with Kass outside of work, sure. But it was typically only every other week or so. There was something oddly comforting about sitting on her couch in my pajamas just talking to her again. I think I forgot that moments like this didn’t only have to exist inside adolescence.

“Well, we need to do this more ok?” she asks, playfully nudging my knee.

“I’d love to, this is healing honestly... But you leave in like two weeks.” I groan, mortified by the idea of not having a close friend here.

“Well, if you and Josh are cool again...” She suggested and I quickly shake my head.

“Kass, you know I can’t, plus he hasn’t even invited me.”

“If you showed him some of your new work, I’m sure he and Tyler would be ecstatic to have you on. I heard through the grapevine they need an extra photographer...” She says and I can’t help but feel a small surge of excitement, but it quickly diminishes as I remember how unrealistic it was.

“I can’t just leave like that though; I’m getting married in a few months I can’t be halfway across the world...”

“What if Logan wasn’t part of the picture?” she asks quickly. “Would you say yes then?”

“Well... of course.”

“See! This is something you genuinely want to do. You can’t let him hold you back like this, I know you and I know you aren’t happy with the life you’re living right now. Photography has always been your dream. You can always get married later.” She pleads softly.

I sigh quietly. “Logan would be so upset. And I can’t imagine how my family would react.” I say, my voice thick with sadness.

She lets up on trying to convince me, softly stroking the back of my hair. She then looks at the clock on the wall, it reading 2:45 AM. “Alright, it’s getting late so I think I’m gonna go to bed, you should too.” She says, patting my shoulder before she gets up. “You ok in the guest room?”

“Yes of course, thank you so much again.”

“Hey anytime girl, I’ll be expecting more sleepovers.” She says and we both giggle softly before she leaves for her bedroom.

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May 21st, 2016.

The next morning Kass had morning plans. She apologized endlessly for it, but I had insisted it was fine, my company had been very last minute. I laid in bed, scrolling on my phone and sipping Coffee from one of Kass’s mugs until I got a text notification. I opened it to see it was from Josh.

Josh:Hey! I assume this is still your number, it’s been a while obviously lmao. But if this is the right number and you aren’t a random stranger I was wondering if you wanted to hang later?

I laugh softly, typing back a reply.

uhhh who dis?

Josh: oh shit sorry, I thought this my friend's number.

He replied quickly and I giggled.

jk it’s me sorry that was mean

Josh: you’re evil I was so embarrassed

Josh: wait... how do i know it’s you… i haven’t even clarified who I’m trying to talk to

I send a picture of myself flipping off the camera in response.

Josh:charming! But how do I know someone didn’t get that picture of you or that you aren’t being held hostage...

OK now you’re just being ridiculous

Josh: lmao ok fineeee i’ll stop

what did you want to do later? I’m down to hang

Josh:ok i was thinking santa monica pier? rides, games and stuff? we haven’t really been able to do anything around LA together yet!

yeah! that sounds hella fun.

Josh: yayyy i’ll pick you up, is 6:00 ok?

sounds awesome. i’m still at kass’s so you can just pick me up here.

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I spent the rest of the morning lounging around Kass’s place until she got back, and the two of us had decided to spend the afternoon at the mall. I lean against the escalator as we go up, the environment around us bustling with activity, the air cool and unintelligible music playing from the speakers.

“So, you and Josh are hanging out tonight?”

“Yeah, we’re going to Santa Monica Pier, should be fun.” I say with a smile, looking off at the different stores in the distance.

“We should get you a cute outfit here!” She suggests excitedly.

“I don’t need a new outfit for this we’re just hanging out!” I say with a laugh. “Plus, if it’s ok with you I was wondering if we could stop by my place really quick after this, I need to grab some clothes and toiletries, I also wanna bring my camera for tonight. Don’t worry I'll check in at a hotel tonight.”

“Babe no you know you can always stay at my place you’re not an inconvenience to me in any way. And of course we can, you not ready to go home yet?” she asks gently as we walk.

“No… I don’t think so.”

“Has Logan tried to contact you?”

“He has but his messages have been all over the place it’s been ranging from him telling me I’m a ‘traitor’ and that I'm probably ‘off fucking Josh’ but then sending paragraphs about how sorry he is and sending voice messages of himself in tears…”

“Wow yikes.” Kass says, looking at me in shock. “There is something wrong with that man.”

“Truly.” I say, running a hand through my hair. “This is nothing new he has episodes like this constantly. I wish he’d just listen to me and go to therapy.”

“His mental health doesn’t excuse any of his actions against you though. There’s a difference between struggling and just not being a good partner. The way he talks to you… it just doesn’t seem like he respects you.” She says, sipping on the lemonade she still had from our lunch earlier.

“Yeah, you’re right.” I say honestly, fidgeting with my hands uncomfortably. It was hard to have someone so close to me not like my fiancée. Of course, her distaste for him was fully justified. I wasn’t particularly fond of him at the moment either. But it just makes me worry that I’m being perceived as someone who can’t stand up for themselves, as someone who accepts the bare minimum and lower. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized those fears reigned true.

Kass looks at me, reading my expression immediately. “Hey.” she says, looking at me and linking my arm with hers. “I’m not trying to put you or him down. I’m just worried, that’s all. You’re my best friend. I just get into mama bird mode over you sometimes.” She says and I giggle.

“No, I understand, you’ve been right with everything you’re saying. I’m glad you care.”

“I always will.” She says with a smile. “Ooo look do you wanna go into Urban?” she asks, pointing at the large Urban Outfitters we were approaching.

‘’Yesss of course.” I agreed. Their stuff was always pricey, but undeniably cute.

“We’ll get you something for tonight!” She insists.

“So, we’re back on this.” I say with a smile and roll of my eyes as we walk in the store. “But fine, not because I need to look good for him but because the Insta pics will be cute that way.”

“Hey, we’re all entitled to our own interpretations!” She defends.

“Wow you are shipping us hard!” I joke, flipping through the racks.

“I can’t help it you guys would be so cute! Considering the history and everything too it would be like a movie or something.”

“Well keep dreaming!” I say playfully and she boos in retaliation.

“Wait this is kinda cute...” I say, picking up a light purple holographic tank.

“Ok we have the base for the outfit I know where to go from here.” Kass says, dragging me to the jackets.

“Wow ok you little fashionista!”

She ended up picking out distressed denim overall shorts, fishnets and chokers that matched the color tones of the tank. I intended to pay for everything myself, but she insisted that she at least bought the accessories for me.

“Ugh you’re too sweet.” I say as she hands me the smaller bag as we walk out.

“Hey anything for my girl, you need to have a cute fit! How else is my favorite ship gonna become real? “

“Ok I'm gonna smack you now.”

Me and Kass ended up stopping by at my place after the mall when we saw that Logan’s car wasn’t there, meaning he was out. What he was out doing I wasn’t sure, and I honestly didn’t want to know. I had grabbed outfits to sustain me for at least the next 3 days, toiletries and my camera so I could take some pictures at the pier. When we got back to Kass’s house, we lounged around watching movies for the rest of the day until the evening until I had to get ready for Josh to pick me up. I finished changing and doing my makeup and I walked back out to the living room, Kass awing.

“You look so pretty! Let me take a picture.” She says, pulling out her phone like a mom.

“Noo!” I say, covering my face while she tries to take the picture.

“Ugh you’re all about being behind the camera but why not being in front of it sometimes you’re a cutie!”

“It’s just not my thing! I like being the capturer not the capture-ee!” I whine, plopping onto the couch next to her. My phone buzzes in my hand, I look down at it, seeing the notification was from Josh.

Josh:Yooo I’m here parked right out front

“Oh, he’s here! I’ll see you later bae.” I say as I quickly get up, leaning down to give her a quick hug.

“Bye, have fun!” She says as I walk away. “Not too much fun...” She adds suggestively.

“I assure you we’ll have just the appropriate amount of fun.” I say jokingly, looking over at her as I slide on my Adidas. I gave her my last goodbyes and walked out towards the car, waving to Josh who was looking through the window, him waving back with a wide smile.

“Hey!” I say as I open the car door, giving him a quick hug after I sat down. Today he was wearing a black snapback, a faded band tee and camo jacket, along with black ripped skinny jeans. Unfortunately, the bruise on his eye was still very noticeable, my stomach swirling with guilt at the sight.

“Wassup stranger!” He replies, jokingly referring to our text exchange earlier in the day.

“What if I really was kidnapped and someone was pretending to be me so they could hang with you?”

“Well, I’d be flattered someone put in that much effort to hang with me and then we’d leave you behind and go to the pier, duh.” He says and I gasp.

“Woww you’re fake!” I shout, smacking his arm before he starts to drive, him snickering.

“Sorry I’m a first come first serve kinda guy.” He jokes with a shrug.

Our drive looked like our earlier ones, windows down and music blasting. It made me happy to feel like we had a little tradition again. The sun sat lower in the sky as we got closer to the ocean. I hum to the tune of 3005 by Childish Gambino on the radio, watching my hand out the window flow with the wind rushing past. The cool wind offered relief from the heat of the summer day.

Once we get there, we find parking in the lot of the pier and I hop out, taking in the salty breeze of the ocean air, mixed with the faint sweet smell of cotton candy and funnel cake in the distance. I get out of the car and stretch, then pull my camera out and snap a picture of the pier. Josh smiles, squinting and shielding his forehead from the sun with his hand. “You’re still taking pictures?” he asks, pointing at the camera.

“Yeah, not as much anymore, but I like to when I get the chance.” I say looking at him with a small smile.

“I’m glad. You were always really good at that kinda stuff.” he says, locking his car as we start to walk towards the boardwalk.

“You think?”

“I know, dude. You and Mark really carried us through the start of our career with all your work. I’ve always appreciated the uniqueness of your shots. It really helped create the image for us that we have now.”

“Aw, thanks dude.” I say sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Of course. I like the fit by the way, very spacey Tumblr vibes.”

I laugh at his description. “Thanks! I think that’s what I was going for I just didn’t specially label it as spacey Tumblr vibes.” I say with a chuckle, quickly stopping to snap another picture of the ocean. “You’re full of compliments today.” I point out gratefully.

“Hey, it’s a nice day out! I’m in a good mood.” He says with a chuckle, admiring the view of the ocean as we approach the rides. He suddenly gasps in excitement. “Let’s go on the dragon!” He exclaims, pointing at the huge green mechanical dragon that swung back and forth in the air over the ocean and boardwalk like a large seesaw in the air.

“Um do you wanna die?” I asked with a scoff.

“Yes, die of fun! Let’s go!” He giggles, his cotton candy hair lightly blowing from under his hat in the wind as he grabs my hand, taking me hostage.

“Helppp I don’t know him!” I say, slightly raising my voice, getting a few stares from people surrounded nearby.

“(Y/n) stop!” He laughs, covering my mouth with his other hand, his fingers warm over my lips.

“Yeah, covering my mouth isn’t gonna help in the situation where people think you’re kidnaping me!” I say, my voice slightly muffled by his hand.

He smiles and pulls his hand away from my mouth with a roll of his eyes. “Ok smart ass.”

“Hey, I’m not the one trying to kidnap women!”

“Stop!” He groans. “The people around us are gonna think I’m some kind of supervillain.” He says as he pulls me in line for the ride. Once he lets go of my hand, I immediately try to escape but he sees this and picks me up right away. His strong arms held me by my waist, holding me up like it was nothing. Damn, since when was he so strong? The couple standing behind us in line giggle at the sight.

“You are going on this ride whether you like it or not!” Josh replies, us cackling as he restrains me.

“Ok fine fine, but if we die, I’m so kicking your ass!” I threaten and he laughs.

“Well, I’ll consider myself warned.” He says as he lets me down.

I stand next to him, anxiously tapping my foot on the ground in anticipation. To my horror, it was finally our turn to get on. Josh attached his snapback to the belt loop of his jeans so it wouldn’t fly off. I follow him to the seats, making sure I was straight in the middle. The person running the ride helps us get the bar down, I look over at Josh as he holds onto it, looking slightly nervous.

“Ok I’m a little scared.” Josh admits looking over at me with a smile and I smack his arm.

“You were the one who made us get on this! You were the confident one you were holding us up!” I say and he laughs, quickly interrupted when the ride started moving.

“Fuck!” I yell, holding quickly grasping onto his arm.

He chuckles at this. “We aren’t even all the way up yet!” He jokes, but his voice shakes slightly.

“Stop being scared too you’re making me more scared! You aren't allowed to be scared!” I shouted over the rush of wind as we swung forward. “Oh my god no no no!” I yell as the ride swings backwards, feeling a sudden weightlessness, almost feeling like I was going to fly out of my seat. I move closer to Josh, clinging onto him harder, the warmth of his body oddly comforting in this trying time.

“Why did I think this was a good idea?” He asks, his voice raised.

“I don’t know I’m beating you up when we get off though! If we even, make it off...” I say anxiously, looking at the ocean beneath us as we swung the opposite direction.

“Don’t say that!”

“Well look at all of that beneath us!” I say, frantically motioning at the water.

Our fear did not let up for the rest of the ride, but somehow the shared suffering was bonding. After, I step off, slightly wobbling. I hunch over, weakly punching Josh in the arm like I promised. “I’m never agreeing to any of your shenanigans ever again.”

“Dude, I agree. I can’t even listen to myself I don’t know what I was thinking…” he says, dragging his hand down his face. He then looks off into the distance, pointing at something I couldn't see.

“Would I be forgiven if I got us snacks?” He asks and I go silent.

Needless to say, he was quickly forgiven as we sat at a wooden bench under the sun, munching on snacks from one of the stands. I sip on my cherry slushy, quickly stopping him with my hand as he was about to take a bite of his cotton candy. “Wait!”

“Uh, what?” He laughs.

I pull my camera out of my bag, squinting to look at him through the lens. “Your hair matches the color it it’s a cute photo op!” I say and he chuckles. I quickly snapped a candid shot of him laughing while holding it, focusing on him and the ocean behind him. “Ok now pose!” I order and he squints his eyes, sticking his tongue out. I roll my eyes at this, then take another one of him holding the cotton candy by his hair, looking up at it longingly.

��Ok you can eat it now.” I say playfully, putting the camera away. He bites into it happily, quickly chewing and swallowing. “Ok now give me your camera you need one with yours.” he demands, holding his hand out.

I reluctantly handed it over. “Mines blue it doesn't even match with me! I don’t have cool hair like you!”

“Hush you’ve always been weird about pictures I know you’re deflecting.” He says, looking at me through the camera. I flip him off, screw him for knowing me so well.

“Stop it!” He says, annoyed like the mother of a moody teenager who was reluctant to take family photos. “Pose!”

I groan dramatically, then look at the camera with a smile, slightly tilting my head towards the treat in my hand.

“Aww!” He says as I pose, earning him glare from me. “I got a picture of that too.” He teases me with a snicker, and I take the camera back from his hands. “Ok your camera privileges are revoked!” I exclaim, putting it back in my bag.

“Aww man! I think that could’ve been the start of an amazing career for me.” He jokes. “Speaking of that we haven’t really had like that boring adult conversation yet? What do you do for work now?” he asks with a curious tilt of his head.

“I’m a production assistant at Warner Brothers.” I admit with a slight smile.

“Really? That’s super cool! I totally see that for you, but I’m also surprised you didn’t end up in photography I definitely expected that.” he says, looking off into the ocean.

“Yeah…” I agree, a subtle sadness coating my voice. He seems to pick up on this, looking over at me again. “Wait... What’s your job again?” I jokingly ask, changing the subject and he chuckles.

“You won’t believe what I’m about to tell you.” He laughs, looking up at the sky. “Hey, why don’t we go play some games?” He suggests looking back at me. “I don’t think I’m ready to go on any rides yet nor do I think it would be a good idea.” He chuckles, nodding his head at the snacks we had just consumed.

“Yeah, sounds sick!” I say, slightly perking up with a smile.

The two of us make our way further down the boardwalk, making it to the row of games. The sun had now set lower, hints of pink starting to appear on the edges of the sky. Familiar tunes play from the speakers as we look around. He suddenly gasps and I turn quickly to see what he was reacting to, and see him pointing to a row of green, pink, blue and purple blown-up plastic aliens. “Oh, I need one.” He says dramatically and I giggle.

“What, are you trying to subtly hint that you want me to win it for you?”

“I don’t know do you think you can do it?” he asks, pointing at the game of darts, the game attendant looking off into the distance in boredom.

“Hell yeah dude! How do you think I got pictures of you and Tyler during your older shows with my shitty handheld camera? I have a steady hand!” I say, reflecting on the experience of having to take focused balanced pictures of the boys while being ran into by drunk 20-year-olds trying to mosh.

“Totally true.” He says with a chuckle. “Let’s see it.” He says, paying for the game for me. I thanked him and the attendant handed me 5 darts, explaining that I had to hit all 5 balloons to get the bigger prizes, Josh’s alien being one of them.

I squint as I focus on the red balloons, them softly blowing in the wind. I line the dart up with the first balloon and hold my breath before I throw it, satisfied when I hear the loud pop. Josh cheers and I aim at the second balloon, successfully popping it.

“Damn girl you’ve got aim!” Josh exclaims and I giggle. I successfully pop the other two and get to the last one.

“I’m scared!” I say as I stare at the last balloon standing, almost feeling a menacing energy radiating from the inanimate object.

“Why? You’ve been doing so well!”

“If I fuck up now it’s all over!” I say with a dramatic groan, and he chuckles.

“You really underestimate yourself. Now be a badass and finish off that last balloon!” Josh says encouragingly. I focus on the shiny red figure, a nerve-wracking anticipation swirling in my stomach as I aim and throw the dart hard. I whoop loudly when it hits the balloon and Josh smiles.

“See I told you you can do it.”

The attendant asks what prize I want, and I step back, motioning to Josh for him to pick. I took my camera out and snapped a picture of him looking up at the hanging candy-colored aliens, a thumb laid against his chin in focus, the colorful lights of the rides shining in the background as the sun had started to set more. I snap another of him pointing at his choice and then him holding the pink alien, looking at me with a toothy smile.

I giggle, putting my camera around my neck. “You happy?”

“Yes, so happy, thank you (Y/nnnn)!” He drags out in a girly voice and a giggle, as if he was my girlfriend and I was his big strong boyfriend who just won him a prize.

“Shut the fuck up.” I say with a smile and roll my eyes.

“That was like so totally manly.” He continues, curling his imaginary long hair around his finger.

“Dude I’m gonna take that thing away from you if you don’t stop...” I threaten, pointing to his alien.

“That’s so messed up... You’re trying to kidnap my biological son.” He claims, pointing at the alien's pink skin then his pink hair.

“Wow alien genetics are hella weird. What’s his name?”

Josh looks away in thought, biting the inside of his cheek. “Mulder!” He decides proudly.

“Uh what kind of name is that?” I laugh.

He gasps. “You’re so uncultured it’s from the X-Files! Oh, you’re so gonna watch it with me now.” He demands.

“Hey I’m down! I’ve always wanted to, you’ve always raved about that show. Here let me get some pictures of you and your son.” I say and he props the alien's legs on his shoulders and holds onto it by its knees like an actual kid. We both laugh as I snap a picture. He poses the alien to where it was next to him and had its arm around Josh’s shoulder, him leaning towards it with a big smile. “Aw what a happy family.”

“I’m starting to get emotionally attached to him.” Josh admits, keeping his plastic friend close to his chest. I smiled, opening my mouth when I was about to reply but look up with a gasp, hearing the intro to Kids by MGMT start to play on the speakers of the boardwalk.

“Shit this is my song!” I say, bopping my head along to the beat as we walk through the bustling boardwalk. He chuckles as I slightly spin while walking, doing a subtle dance. I giggle as Josh takes my hand and fully spins me around, him quietly singing along to the intro of the song.

“Oh, more games, shall we?” he asks suddenly, motioning to the row of games we had gotten to.

“Hell yeah!”

The sun sat as we hit each of the booths, laughing as we tried to sabotage each other’s games when up against each other. He continued to be my hype man when I went solo trying to win a game and I did the same for him. Especially when he returned the favor of winning me a prize in a game of ring toss, which was a large soft giraffe with a long neck which I had decided I needed to have. I cheered, shaking his shoulder excitedly before taking the big soft toy into my arms. We finally decided to go on rides again, starting with the roller coaster that went over the pacific coastline, which we both had to hype ourselves up to go on.

“Hubert you gotta stay right with me alright?” I asked the giraffe in my lap who was tightly restrained by the metal bar, it of course sitting unresponsive.

“I can’t believe you mocked my alien’s name, but you named your dude Hubert.” Josh complains, holding onto his alien who also sat in his lap.

“It matches his kind, caring soul, ok? So judgmental.” I scoff.

“Hey, it’s a two-way street you were mean to Mulder!”

Our tiff was quickly interrupted when the coaster slowly rumbled to life, starting to inch its way forward.

“Why did we do this this is worse than the sea dragon!” I say, already gripping the bar tightly.

“It doesn’t look that high! It can’t be that bad, you gotta live a little dude, YOLO.” He says like a surfer dude, and I giggle, but my laughter quickly quiets when I see the drop we were about to face.

“No!” I shouted before the coaster quickly rushed down, swooping along the track. Josh and I yell during the descent, but our screams slowly turn into laughter as we feel the rush of the wind, the mist of the ocean against our faces, the colorful lights bellow glimmering like a rainbow in the night. He puts his hands up and I hesitantly copy his actions, enjoying the extra rush added to the feeling of the speeding cart. He whoops and I giggle, but then look over concerned to see Mulder slightly raised from the seat, his arms flailing in warning. “Josh grab him!” I shout and he yelps, quickly wrapping his arms around the alien protectively.

“Almost gave me a heart ttack!” Josh yells over the rush of the wind and I laugh. I too would be distraught to see my hard-earned work fly away.

The coaster loops around and finally got back to ground level. I throw my head back with a winded laugh, him looking at me as he does the same.

“Ok I have to admit that was fun.” I say with a smile as the bar rises and I step out.

“See! I think we just started off wrong with the dragon honestly.”

We stop at a few more calmer rides, then end the night with dinner at Bubba Gump Shrimp. Not the finest of dining, but it was right at the pier and we were both in desperate need of an actual meal. Carnival snacks don’t tend to sustain you for very long. We shared a relaxed meal, catching up more under the warm lighting of the restaurant, our table overlooking the dark expanse ocean through the window. Once we finished up we headed back to the car, the exhaustion of the day finally starting to hit as my feet dragged along the asphalt. Once we both got in, I immediately reached for the heat. “Is it ok if I turn this on? It’s chilly out!” I complain, my hand resting on the knob as I waited for his response.

“Yeah…” He starts but then looks at my hand before gently taking it. I look up in surprise but then seeing him observing the ring on my finger. Oh.

“(Y/n), what’s this?” he asks, a slight smile teasing at his lips as he lets go.

“Oh yeah… I’m engaged.” I say, almost feeling like I was being forced to admit something wrong.

“You didn’t tell me that!” He says amused, a slight silence between us after he pauses. “When did this happen?” He asks curiously.

“About seven months ago.” I say sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Well… I’m happy for you.” He says with a smile, but a different emotion seemed to linger behind his words.

“I’m sorry… I know he’s not the best,” I start, reflecting on how he lashed out on Josh, the evidence still clear from his bruised eye.

“Hey, you don’t need to apologize. We all... have our moments...” He explains hesitantly, rubbing his arm. I just- I hope you’re ok.” He admits.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… just seeing you after the fight and everything it just seemed like something happened. We don’t have to talk about it now, but I just want you to know you can talk to me about anything. Ok?”

“Ok. Thank you Josh.” I respond softly and he smiles.

“Of course.” He says genuinely and backs up from the parking spot, starting the drive back to Kass’s to drop me off.

Of course I felt like I could talk to Josh. It just felt weird after all this time to start laying my problems on him right away. And this day with him had been so nice, I didn’t want to tarnish it by ending it with a sad conversation. I look out the window, watching the tall buildings blur together as we enter onto the highway. My eyes start to feel heavy, the warmth of the heater, the softness of the music playing, and the comfort of josh’s presence putting me into a trance. I rest my head against my giraffe as I look out the window, slowly falling asleep.

The sleep was light, and my dreams weren't notable, being nothing but a jumble of confusing indecipherable events. I was quickly brought out of the trance when I felt a light touch on my shoulder, slightly starling me awake.

“Huh?”

“We’re here.” He softly chuckles. “You need help getting to the door?” He asks, slightly teasing as he referred to my sleepy state.

“Nooo, I’m good.” I say, stretching and rubbing my tired eyes, not looking forward to actually having to walk inside and get ready before I could sleep again.

“Alright, well thank you for coming along with me today, that was really fun.” He says with a smile.

“Of course, thank you for driving and planning that and everything! Let’s hang again soon pretty please, I need to see you more before you leave for tour.” I say, slightly saddened by the thought.

“Of course. Just text me and let me know whenever you’re free. Bye!”

“Byeee!” I say as I get out, holding Hubert closely to my side.

“Hey (Y/n)?” Josh asks quickly when I was about to shut the door.

“Yeah?”

“I- never mind. Have a good night.” He says with a conflicted smile.

“Oh ok, bye dude...” I say with a smile, slightly confused. I close the door and walk away, ready to crash for the night. I look back at Josh one last time once I unlock the door and step inside and he nods, driving off.

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