"i saw you watchin' that day, an' i didn't mind at all, big boy. m'quite flattered." ©︎plumptyler

a story in which an artist called tyler and an artist called josh are in love and thriving. includes; feminine tyler, mature content, drug use (weed), and soft fluff. chapters containing sexual content will be marked. title originates from alt-j's 'breezeblocks.' © angelictyler 2016

The sex industry was a dangerous place, everyone knew that. Sure, it had its perks, but for glamour model Ryan Ross, the only perk was being asked to partake in a photoshoot with gorgeous pornstar Brendon Urie, a man he both hated and admired. That single photoshoot might just have been the detonation that started everything: the lies, the affairs, the heartbreak, the scheming - in order to stay sane, you had to keep your hands to yourself. And for someone like Brendon, it would be the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. Because when you fall, you bring everyone else down with you. "How can you be okay with yourself knowing that you caused all...this?" "I'm never okay with myself, Ryan. Ever." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

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he is heaven in my eyes, sent from the white purity of it and i kept my space until i couldn't. i was drawn to his bright smile, even though he couldn't see mine. ©︎plumptyler

this is a bin of sin and fluff. you know, just some oneshots. ©︎plumptyler

Real isn't fake but fake is real The group chat of a couple mind fucked over thinkers

"who the fuck are you?" tyler seethed, his breath heavy and his eyes closed. the other person chuckled and graced him with an answer. "no matter how many times you ask me that question, you won't get a different answer sweetheart." "the author, the author, you've told me a million times!" tyler screamed, pulling at his hair. "why am i here? let me go!" he rammed his head at the bars of his cage until he could feel blood trickle down his face. "you're just hurting yourself babyboy. now if you would quiet down, I'd be happy to explain myself." tyler grimaced and sat on the cold metal ground. "don't call me babyboy." he humphed but succumbed to silence. "thank you. i'm the author, they call me josh. and you see, you are my most precious creation. let me show you."