twenty øne pilots // preferences

he's protective | josh dun

yo, my queen (aka jenna) is in this one

You sit next to Josh on his couch, with his friend Tyler next to him. Josh has his arm around your shoulders, holding you closely. He's always been the protective type, wanting to have you as close as possible, and safe.

Tyler, who is talking to you and Josh while scrolling through his Twitter feed, stops on an image posted by Josh. It's a picture of you and him, his arm around your waist and yours around his torso. His head is horizontally leaning on the top of yours, making an adorable picture.

"Man, you're lucky," Tyler says, shaking his head. "She's a catch."

Josh tightens his grip on your shoulder, biting his lip. The words that were close to coming out of his mouth consisted of mainly swearing. You rest your hand on his leg, giving it a gentle squeeze to tell him to calm down.

"Yes, I am lucky. She's more than a catch. She's a beautiful being who deserves the world, and doesn't deserve other guys hitting on her when she has a man. Don't talk about my girl like that," Josh says, attempting to keep himself calm. He stares at the ground as he speaks, not wanting to make eye contact with Tyler.

You kiss Josh's cheek softly, whispering an 'I love you,' in his ear.

"Sorry bro, I didn't mean to offend you," Tyler says, shrugging.

Josh simply nods in response, then looks at you. You smile at him, giggling.

"What's so funny?" he asks you, confused.

"You're cute when you're being protective," you say, nuzzling your head in his neck, wrapping your arms around him.

"You guys make me sick, though," Tyler says, looking at you both with a playful disgusted look.

"You love us, come on," you laugh, looking past Josh to Tyler.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," he speaks. A smile grows on his face, and he then bursts into a fit of giggles.

As if on cue, when he begins his fit of laughter, Jenna walks in the door, with a, "hello!"

"Jenna, I think your husband is dying," you laugh, looking from Jenna to Tyler.

"Oh boy, not again," Jenna jokes, walking towards him.

"I'm-I'm fine," Tyler speaks, his breathing uneven and laughs still a scaling his lips along with Josh.

Jenna sits on the arm of the couch, next to Tyler, and laughs at his idiotic movements. Once his laughter dies down, he leans is head on her leg as if it were a pillow, with the same large smile spread across his face as before.

"See Ty, now you two need a room," Josh says, chuckling at his bestfriend.

"Whatever, you're just jealous," Tyler replies, wrapping his arms around Jenna's waist.

"I have my own lady-friend," Josh says, and pulls you into his lap. "And she's the love of my life," he whispers in your ear, then kisses your cheek.