Twenty One Pilots Imagines

Mario Kart

You huffed as you plopped down on the sectional next to Josh, with your bowl of popcorn in hand. He kept his eyes trained on the game in front of him; Mario Kart. Tyler was sitting next to him, equally engaged in the game, both determined to win against the other. You'd think this would be a light, happy game that everyone could laugh at and it was something that everyone could enjoy equally. But they played as if it was a war. There was no fighting, but Tyler was leaned forward as far as he could without falling off of the couch, and Josh was also hunched over, with eyes wide open and focused on the television. Of course, they weren't angry at each other, they were just both very competitive.

You watched your boyfriend's face as he rounded a corner in the game. You gave each little detail of his face a thought; the length of his eyelashes and how they fluttered when he got frustrated, the way his eyebrows were furrowed as he concentrated, his chocolatey eyes flickering slightly as the game commenced, his lips twitching subtly and unconsciously. You felt butterflies when you got to his lips. His soft lips that you could just jump on right this second, but you held yourself back, because it was rude to do that kind of thing in public.

You took a deep breath in and tore your eyes away from Josh's lips long enough to look at the screen and see Josh's kart pass the finish line first, and finally, the tension in the room broke, and they were back to themselves again. Tyler pretended to be devastated and Josh's gorgeous smile broke past the very lips you had just been staring at. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his eyes squinted as he laughed at Tyler. You wondered if you took a different form when he squinted his eyes.

"I want a rematch!" Tyler exclaimed, with a playful smile. You saw him move his remote to restart their game, since he had the Player 1 remote. You stretched and yawned, since this was probably the 10th time they've had a rematch, whether it was Josh calling it or Tyler calling it.

Josh glanced over at you when you made the strange noise as you yawned, and his eyes questioned if you could sit through another game. You chuckled at his expression; puppy dog eyes, stuck out lip (of course, in a joking way, as he would never do that seriously), upturned eyebrows. His yellow hair was tickling his forehead lightly, enough to make him drag a hand through it to get it to stop tickling.

"I guess I can sit through another game..." you said, teasing him. He grinned and scooched next to you on the sectional. He then turned his eyes to the screen again, waiting for Tyler to choose a track.

As you waited, Josh put his hand on your thigh and traced circles with his thumb. You giggled because it tickled your leg. He looked at you and smiled before moving his arm from your thigh to around your shoulders. He pulled you closer, and you snuggled into his warm side, and you blushed furiously as you felt his abs through his shirt.

You looked up and saw Tyler smirking at you and Josh. He suddenly turns serious and says "Don't get too handsy with him. He's my Jish." And he turns back to the TV, having selected a track for their next round. You laughed and decided to watch their game instead of Josh this time. Besides, you could encourage him to win again, for the 6th time.

You were definitely okay with another game if it was like this every time.

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