lullabies ! tysh

What a Dramatic Mess

            

            

wrote this one-shot months ago. boy has my writing improved, for sure.

did not edit this shit either, lo siento.

❖

both boys had been reluctant to clean recently; laziness becoming a talent within the shared apartment. although, as dishes began piling up they barely had any left to use for something as simple as cereal, and with josh having to cook dinner this time around, it was not a convenient situation. so, the latter sucked it up and decided to do them since his lover wouldn't even go near it. knowing tyler, he would probably work around it for as long as he could until josh gave in.

however, be that as it may, josh wasn't going to let tyler mope around either. he sent the brunet on grocery shopping duty. something josh knew tyler hated as much as cleaning.

he scribbled on a piece of paper what they had needed to which tyler complained asking, "do we really need that though?" and josh dismayingly responded, "yes, tyler joseph. we do."

he got no rebuttal after that, the brunet already aware josh wasn't in the mood for his complaints. in fact, josh hadn't been in the mood all morning; he woke up cranky and tyler had to deal with his attitude as best as he could without making josh feel worse. it's almost mid-afternoon now and the grouchy boy eased up but, not quite too much.

"fine. will do, sweetheart." tyler said with defeat, pressing a loving kiss to josh's cheek before walking out the door.

with that oh, so melting touch, josh relaxed his tense shoulders and tilted his head back, an ache rumbling in his mind. the blond shook himself out of it and dragged a small, gray step stool, placing it right in front of the sink. his fuzzy socked feet stepped on top of it carefully with a slight hop. he rubbed his nose in one swift motion before pulling his (originally tyler's) hoodie sleeves back and poured soap onto the sponge, lathering the dishes with the scent of lilac bubbles.

josh often took the role of the "perfect little house wife" but today was not his day and he was not feeling perfect in any way.

all he wanted was to go back to bed and sleep with his lover cuddling him but still be unreasonably mad at tyler just because he can be; but, that was hard to do when the idiot himself left— and wow he's crankier.

with another sniffle, josh began putting the plates away after thoroughly washing them (or aggressively rubbing the stains with a string of curse words to follow). he dragged the stool over to the side, climbing on again and grabbing each dish putting them where they belonged. a sudden slam of the front door startled josh greatly causing him to slip, the step-stool wobbling beneath him. the two plates in his hands restricted him from regaining balance and down he went.

as he fell on his bottom, out of instinct, his hand went to reach for the fallen plates that shattered before he could get to it and a shard slashed him good. josh retracted his hand quickly with a hiss and he bit his lip, holding his free hand on top of the other one, afraid of the sight he'll see.

the blonds bottom lip began quivering and hot tears of frustration and pain built up in his eyes. the blood was a nasty scene and josh was just about ready to scream. crimson dripped along his wrist and onto the floor as the tears let loose falling down flustered cheeks.

a suppressed sob wracked the boy's body and when the front door closed, he just about had it. instantly josh started crying, his throat feeling strained. he wept loudly, begging for tyler. meanwhile the brunet himself dropped the grocery bags, feet stomping against the dark wood.