tynoah oneshots 😈

hidden kisses!! ^_^

^^ prompt inspo!, credit to blkventi on twt

takes place during wt 🔥🔥 also lindsay and tyler are exes fyi, tyler is NOT a cheater 😡

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Noah presses soft hands to Tyler's head, looking him deep in the eyes. If Noah were to be honest, he'd never have expected to be kissing the dumb jock in the plane's bathroom. But it isn't like he dislikes it. He presses his lips to Tyler's cheek, earning a small giggle from the dork. Tyler returns the gesture, resting his hands on the back of his head. With his back pressed up against the front of the room, he was positioned to where was sure the camera was visionless. The cynic, standing on his toes, reaches up and presses a kiss to the jock's forehead, a small mark in its place.

"Pfft-that tickles," Tyler beams, and Noah cant help but feel soft. Like before, the jock does the same, giving Noah a light peck on his forehead. Though, Tyler must inquire, "Hey, do you, uh, think we're gonna get caught?" he asks, looking around, like anyone would be there to watch them.

The bookworm responds, "Hm..pull your headband down lower. That'll hide the mark." Tyler nods, doing as told. "Now, I'll go out first..and then you go second. It'll divert suspicion."
The athlete unlocks the bathroom door, not before giving Noah a soft smile as he walked out. Yeah, he's gonna blow it.

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"What's he smiling for?" Owen quizzed, leaning on the plane's cheap wall. Alejandro shrugged, quietly inspecting the childlike way Tyler kicked his feet. Alejandro found it curious. Tyler, usually, wouldn't have sat alone, and at the very least, he would've attempted conversing with someone. But, nonetheless, it isnt the spaniards buisiness whether or not the jock decides to spend his time off in space, whether he likes it or not.

"Perhaps he's too busy thinking of something. Someone, maybe? I heard him and Lindsay ended off on good terms," Alejandro concurred.

Owen, much to the manipulator's surprise, began..drooling?? "Oh, or maybe, he's thinking about food!"

"Mm..perhaps.." Alejandro sighed. At least he's not calling him Al.

Alejandro stands up, before going and sitting right besides Tyler.

"Hey, amigo."

"Huh? What's up, dude?"

Clearly caught off guard, Tyler snaps to look at his teammate. Though, the spaniard simply shakes it off.

"Hmm..Why are you so.." Alejandro's eyes dart to the position of his headband. Its lower. Much lower than usual, at least if Alejandro recalls correctly. "..happy?"

"Me? Just, y'know. Thinking," he responds, with a cheerful smile.

"About what? You can always tell me."

"Nah, I'm good." Tyler shrugs, looking away from him.

"Awh, really? But I think Owen would like to know too. Right, Owen?" Alejandro triangulates.

"Totally, dude! We wanna know!" Owen rambled.

Tyler paused for a second. He didn't want to let his teammates down. And he didn't want to let his Noah down either. That's it! I'll lie! 

"I'm, uh, thinking about my dog."

"Oh, really?" Alejandro queries, looking rather dissappointed, "What's his name?"

Oh, crap, I didn't think this far.

"...Missle Launcher?"

A deafening silence fills the room, and the tension in the air becomes solid.

"Awesome, dude! I wish I had a dog named Missile Launcher!" Owen interrupts, and Tyler's lips curve into a sheepish smile.

However, Alejandro's piercing olive eyes still rest on the jock. "Hm..whats the breed? I'd love to hear all about him."

"Australian Gumblebee! He's an australian gumblebee. The australian kind."

Alejandro raises an eyebrow, "I've never heard of that kind before.. I'll have to learn more about it when I get home." He stays quiet, moving back to Owen's side, as he believes he's squeezed as much information out of the jock as possible. Tyler, on the other hand,  lets out a sigh of relief. Crisis averted.

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Noah, on the other hand, continued to flip through pages of his book, soaking in information as he read the literary masterpiece, "How to Understand the Mind of an Idiot : Because Your Coworkers are Fucking Brainless"

"Noooaaahh..heheeheee.."

"Spit it out, Sierra," Noah hisses, looking up from his book. And then.. he looks at where Sierra is looking. Shit. Directly at his kissmark.

"Soo, who kissed you?"

"I'm NOT telling you that," blushed Noah, as he attempted to bury his head in his book.

"Let me guess.. Cody? (It better not be Cody.) Alejandro? Owen? Oh, I am SO adding this to my blog."

"You better not.."

"Cmon, Noah! The fans want to know! Was it Izzy?"

"I said 'I'm not telling you.'"

"Awh, cmon! I'm throwing names out here! Was it..Courtney? "

"No."

"Gwen?"

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Maybe..DJ?"

"God, you're stubborn."

"Ooh! Hold on..is it Tyler?"

"Wha-?! Of course not!" Noah spluttered, looking away from the fangirl. Sierra, meanwhile, hops up, before bouncing around.

"WOOHOO, I KNEW IT!" She cried,  hopping up and down. "I am SOOO adding this to the blog! "NOCO PROVEN UNCANON! NOTYLER IS THE REAL YAOI!" Sierra sings, doing a movement akin to jazz-hands

"NoTyler? Yaoi? God, you're chronically online."

"Well, I'm still workshopping the name. Could be Noyler..Nyler.. Noahler, Tyah, Tynoah-"

"Stop." Noah huffs, facepalming. "It's like you want the fans to think I'm gay. They already have enough 'proof'."

"Aww! You'll get over your little 'straight phase' one day!"

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Hehe, nothing!" Sierra cooed, "Ooh, but I have to get back to first-class! I've been itching to see my Codykins!" She squeals, running away.

"Yeah, go harass him instead," he complained. The cynic stuck his head in his book once more, as his face burned hot with a bright red. That was his OFFICIAL last interaction of the day.

So much for secrets.

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