one shots ❯ joshler

sinatra.

I was listening to frank sinatra while writing this. and mid-write, My Kind of Town came on and i got extremely happy and chippy while writing :')

someone date me so we can cuddle and sillily dance and kiss to frank sinatra softly playing in the background,,,,

pls

also omg we hit 20k I'm so so so happy thank you so much I wanna kiss u all.

thanks for readin' my crappy one shots. I appreciate it more than you know! 💗💗💗

anyways, enjoy :~)

♡

Tyler wakes up to gentle warmth of sunlight through the window and noise emitting from the kitchen. He burrows under the covers, hoping that sleep will claim him once again – but his stomach grumbles and he knows the hope is in vain. Tyler kicks off the sheets and swings his legs over the side of the bed, eyes blearily scanning the room for his clothes. He finds a pair of sweatpants – they're not his but he doesn't think Joshua will mind – and decides to forgo a shirt.

When he emerges from their (technically Joshua's, but Tyler is around so often it might as well be theirs) bedroom, he sees Joshua in the kitchen. He's wearing ripped jeans – Tyler feels warmth swell in his chest when he realizes they're his jeans – and a worn black tank-top.

There's music playing softly and Joshua's frowning – he frowns a lot, but Tyler has learned to read each one – in concentration while he looks over a recipe. Tyler leans against the doorway for a moment, silently admiring the sight and wondering what he ever did to get so damn lucky. Tyler doesn't manage to admire for long though, the urge to touch Joshua and hear his voice overwhelming everything else.

He pads into the kitchen – Joshua either not noticing him or not reacting – and fits his body against Joshua's back. Joshua startles for a split second (instinct getting the better of him even after all these months) before relaxing against Tyler. Tyler wraps his arms around Joshua's waist and presses a soft kiss to Joshua's shoulder before resting his head there.

"I'd say good morning but it's like, one in the afternoon already." Joshua greets.

"Hmm, waking up early is for the weak," Tyler replies, eliciting a gentle snort from Joshua. "Whatcha makin'?"

"Omelettes." Joshua tells him.

"You hate cooking, though, what's the occasion?" Tyler asks, glancing at the various ingredients and tools atop the counter.

"There's not one, jus' thought I'd give it a shot," Joshua says, shifting momentarily to turn up the music slightly. There's a familiar warm baritone and soothing trumpet emitting from the speaker. "Is that Sinatra?" Tyler asks even though it's obvious it is – he's pretty sure he knows the song too, his brain racking for the title.

"Mhm, I can change it if you want."

"No, no, I was just curious," Tyler says, shifting to pepper gentle kisses into Joshua's neck. "It's nice. M'favorite."

"Tyler, stop, I'm tryna focus," Joshua protests but there's a smile pulling at his lips.

"Do you even know what you're doin'?" Tyler murmurs against Joshua's.