døg/rabbit~~tysh/jøshler fic

Slow Motion

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"Tyler, get up," I hear Josh's soothing voice fill my ears.

I pretend like I didn't hear him as I lay still and keep my eyes shut. I feel my bed dip and the springs squeak in protest at the added weight.

"Ty, baby, get up. You know you can't sleep all day," he whispers and I groan still avoiding getting up.

"Joshie, I don't want to get up. Cuddle me," I whine. I feel feather light kisses start at the base of my neck and slowly make their way up to my mouth. He pulls back too soon causing me to groan in protest.

"Joshhh, just cuddle me and let me live my miserable, useless life."

I hear him chuckle and I open my eyes to be greeted with the red headed beauty in front of me, "such a drama queen, Ty," he says leaning down and nibbling at the sensitive skin on my collarbone.

I let my eyes flutter shut and my fingers instantly go to his hair, tugging at it softly. I raise his head and connect our lips in a slow kiss.

His tongue glides across my bottom lip, and I can't help but to give him instant access. His tongue battles mine for dominance, but I quickly submit.

I wrap my legs around his hips and dig my heels into his lower back; pulling him closer to me. His hips slowly grind into mine as I lift mine to meet his every move. Our tongues mingling together in a slow dance.

I let out a moan of contentment and Josh pulls back panting slightly. "You'll be the death of me, Tyler," he laughs cutely and caresses my cheek.

"I have to go, I'll be back around noon. I was supposed to just wake you up, but I couldn't help myself from marking your pretty little neck," he says eyeing my neck and winking.

I blush and instinctively bring my hand up to wrap around the place Josh had just recently marked. He leaves with a small smile and I'm left star struck.

I lay back on my bed and check the clock on the old wall and it reads 10:37. Great. I have a hour and 33 minutes to think myself to death. I've literally become so dependent on Josh to make me feel better, that I can't function without him.

I lay my head back against my pillow and grab the remote to the stereo Josh demanded I receive to keep me calm when he's gone. Of course they listened, I'm a psychopath. Wouldn't want me choking anyone else out now, would they?

Josh made me a bunch of CD's to listen to when he isn't here, and I almost press play... but something stops me. I put the remote down and lay back against my head bored.

I feel oddly familiar, I just can't place it. Black starts to cloud my vision as everything clicks. Blurry's back. I should have known better than to believe he was gone. I am blurryface, he resides within my vessel.

I lay unable to move as I feel him take over my whole being. I want to desperately scream out for Josh, but he's stronger than ever before.

I can feel his intentions, and they are directed towards me. He wants me dead. I'm not in control of my actions as I punch the old mirror hanging on the wall, and watch the surface shatter in a beautiful pattern.

The whole time he was shouting at me:

Josh doesn't love you.

You don't deserve love.

He's using you, Tyler.

Save him, Tyler. You're going to ruin him.

Blood is rushing down my hand, but I punch it again, and again until my hand is covered in the tiny fragments. I feel him leave when my door is being opened to reveal a disheveled, panting Josh.