No. Stop this right now. Imprisonment for you. Electric chair. YOU CANT WRITE SOMETHING SO BEAUTIFUL BUT SO SAD AT THE SAME TIME. ITS NOT ALLOWED LIKE ITS ILLEGAL, AGAINST ALL RULES TO EVER EXIST.
But please give me more. This was so good I'm crying, you are my new strain of heroin. I love you, you talented asshole. 🤍
The Gift
Back again with yet another request! I have a lot of these in my inbox and I’m slowly making my way through them. I apologize to this anon who had to wait for me to write this. I also took my own twist on this.
The request [x]
The sound of your charm bracelet always gave him a reason to be happy.
To all my mutual babies attending the Atlanta show, I hope you have the most extraordinary time ever. I hope your breath is taken away in the most ecstasy induced way. Please scream, cry, laugh, and sing scream along to the music. You deserve this. I can not wait to see all the pictures and videos you all take. I am living through you all for this concert since I wasn't able to make it, my heart is racing for you guys!! ENJOY & SOAK UP ALL THE LOVE THE BOYS HAVE FOR US!! 🤍🤍
So an emergency came up and I can't go to Atlanta for the concert. If any one wants to buy my ticket let me know, besides that I will be crying all day today
I love Josh's voice. Like talking voice. I literally want him to talk AT me 24/7, doesn't have to make sense, sentences are not required. Just words. I just like his voice because it makes me feel happy and it's calming and homey and makes me smile. I don't think I cant come up with a concoction of words that can accurately describe the way I feel when I hear him. It's almost like comforting? It feels familiar? Maybe we were connected in a past life or some shit.
I have a josh fic ( multi part) I'm working on and it's literally going to be a wave of fucjibg emotions. I want to leave you guys as a sobbing mess. Sorry but angst is my fav & it's gonna hurt, maybe eventually get better but we'll see :))))) MUHAHAHAHAHA
A/n: @milesoutraging let me know what you think :)
Warnings: pretty heavy topic, talks about a not so easy childhood and residual trauma response from that, so please read with caution
“I’m not arguing about this anymore! You fucking win, y/n,” Josh said as flung his hands in the air and with a laugh that held no humor. Then, he grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him so hard that the dishes shook in the cabinets.
At first, you were shocked, but then your chest felt tight as you made your way to your bedroom, slamming your own door. You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling fan, trying to understand how it had all happened. You were so focused on retracing the moments leading up, that you didn’t know you had tears streaming down your face or sobs ripping from your chest. All of things just had said raced through your brain at the speed of light, but the tone he had was what made a light shiver go down your spine.
Everything was absolutely fine until you two got home from dinner. You two walked in chatting about frivolous things from your day and Josh was immersed in a story about how Sam had tried to play Jake’s guitar behind his head and almost was murdered when it almost hit the ground. Smiling at the story, you stepped into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and sighed loudly at the dishes in the sink.
“Josh,” you called with hands on your hips waiting for your boyfriend to make an appearance. When he did, he simply leaned against the counter with slight confusion.
“I asked you do the dishes before we left,” you explained, voice clipped. Josh gave a wry smile and for some reason, you felt your body heat rise.
“Sorry, babe! I’ll do them later. It’s just a couple cups and a plate,” he said as he took a look in the sink. You gave him a look with your arms crossed over your chest. Some part of your brain was trying to figure out why you were so pissy over it, but you didn’t know.
“Josh, seriously,” you said as you rolled your eyes. His eyes narrowed slightly at your clipped tone and the smile melted off his face slowly before he returned your eye roll and left the kitchen. Your jaw dropped in shock and you followed, hot on his heels.
“What the hell was that,” you asked with a look that dared him to do it again, so he did and you felt your face flush.
“You always get so pissed off when I forget to do the dishes or if I miss one or two. It’s not that big of a deal and I’m a grown up. I don’t need you handing out chores, Mom. I have one that lives right down the road,” Josh said sarcastically, clearly irritated with you, but by this point you were seeing red. You snapped back, not caring what you said as long as it pissed him off.
“I don’t fucking get it! You’re always so fucking defensive and stubborn and you treat me like I’m a child. I’m a grown man, Y/n,” Josh yelled over you, hands waving dramatically as he talked.
Should I straighten my hair for the concert? Or leave it wavy? (I have a pic with my wavy hair already posted) This is what it looks like straitened ⬇️⬇️⬇️