Who Is Tyler Joseph? (Joshler) [✓]

13! Happy

trigger warning: violence. a pretty detailed fist fight. blood n stuff. be careful

i didn't read through this. i'll edit out mistakes later.

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As soon as Tyler sees Josh, he's linking their fingers and dramatically swinging their joint hands, leading Josh out of the back doors of school.

Josh can't help but laugh lightly, "What are you doing?" He asks in a squeak as Tyler leads him right through the middle of a soccer game, a ball flying in the air over their heads.

Tyler shrugs, Josh's arm moving with the movement, "Giving them a show," He says with a wink, leaning in to kiss Josh's temple.

Josh's eyelashes flutter and Tyler laughs gently, waiting until they're off of school property to release the boy's hand.

Josh is crushed, a whine almost leaving his throat before Tyler's arm takes place around his shoulders and he brings the boy closer than before.

Josh sighs contently, and as usual, Tyler laughs. A laugh of pure admiration that Josh mistakes for teasing. He can't bring himself to care too much, besides the embarrassed blush on his cheeks. He's fine where he is.

Josh clears his throat, looking up at Tyler with a small smile. He can see up the taller boy's nose.

"Where are we going?" He giggles. Tyler looks down at him, amused.

"You'll see, babe," He chuckles, rubbing Josh's side.

Josh leans into his touch, almost completely transferring his weight onto the older boy. He's about ready to just drop to the ground and demand to be carried, when a slow clap from behind them startles him out of Tyler's grip.

"Oh, no, don't stop on my account,"

The boys turn to see Frank Iero, a lit cigarette in one of his hands as he holds them up in surrender.

When nobody says anything, he looks to his two buddies behind him and scoffs,

"So I finally meet the legendary Tyler Joseph and he's cuddling with his boy toy on the street? Wow. Talk about disappointing."

Tyler clenches his fist, moving to stand so Josh is behind him.

"And who the fuck are you?" He scoffs, head tilting.

Frank laughs. It looks genuine, his teeth in full view, as the force of his chuckle sends his head tilting back a bit. But Josh can see the hardness in his eyes, practically taste the bitterness that underlines it.

The laughing stops rather abruptly, as if Frank himself got tired of playing the charade.

"Frank Iero, hopefully you've heard of me?" He quirks, a sarcastic grin at the end. He cracks his knuckles.

Josh shakes his head slightly from his spot behind Tyler's large frame, "Arthritis." He whispers, rubbing at his own knuckles subconsciously.

Tyler elbows him, making him glare at the boy's back but he refrains from saying anything.

Tyler kisses his teeth, humming to himself, before shaking his head,