#joshry

[yukaii]

he was a security guard, they were a security guard. can i make it any more obvious? more joshrey because they live in my head rent free

[yukaii]

throws this at you CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAD some josh and benrey :) post-hlvrai universe where josh is back alive and hes still best friends with benrey and they hug alot and josh without fail ALWAYS falls asleep on benrey cause. hes sleepy and benrey is comfy who can blame him,, gay people.

[heartslow]

I tried a thing?

You see him occasionally walking across campus. He’s an art student there, and you nearly always see him wearing a similar thing; a black or grey tee shirt clinging to  his long torso, golden curls slipping out from under his grey beanie and curling in the middle of his forehead, but the most important was the scarf.

A bright-but-deep blue thing, like the sky just before it gets pitch black at night, they never see him without it, rain or shine. Crossing campus barely clothed in the heat and lugging about bags of supplies and bags that protected his art from the elements, he seemed to realize that it was too hot to wear a shirt, but the scarf was still there, tucked like a flag through his belt loops. When summer turns to autumn, the leaves slowly falling to earth in shades of gold, orange, and brown, the young man is seen with the scarf hanging loosed over the neck of his paint splattered sweater, and when the biting cold of winter comes, the scarf coils itself around his neck and mouth like a python, but it’s never actually gone.

Only those closest to him know what the scarf actually is, so those who see him on campus probably assume that he simply has no other scarves to wear. Or something else, like it’s maybe the only one that he likes to wear. It fits him, yes, and his general look, but it is obvious that the scarf is not his. You think it’s a bit ridiculous that he continues to wear it day in and day out, but you probably wouldn’t notice him without the scarf.

The next time you see him, he’s running, scarf trailing behind him like a blue sail. He seems excited, something unusual. Until you see the Airporter pulling to a stop where it usually does.

The first person off seems like very stern-faced youth, all sharp angles and hard lines that soften when he sees the blonde. The shorter of the pair doesn’t get long before the blonde is pulling him close, fingers curling in his brunette hair.

Your roommate gets her bag from the driver and comes your way. You forgot the students who had gone to Italy were returning this week, and as you address your longtime friend, you miss the blonde wrapping the scarf around the brunette’s neck.

[lenfantduvendredi]

Joshua sweeps past him, taking the cup and taking a sip before Henry takes it back. “C’mon, Henry, why not?”

The younger of the pair gives him an indignant look, keeping his mug close. “What are you going to do with four kittens, Joshua?”

“Love them and care for them like human children, what else do with a cat?”

His boyfriend gives him a frown and Joshua can’t help but grin.

“One cat, Josh,” he reiterates between drinks of his coffee. “As in singular.”

Joshua pouts and Henry frowns at him.

“One, Joshua.”

“What if it gets lonely?” Joshua asks, resting his chin on Henry’s shoulder.

“Of course, it will have you,” Henry replies.

Josh laughs. “But Mr. Lestrade, your lease doesn’t allow for pets.”

Henry pulls away, fixing himself another cup of coffee for himself. “They let me keep you.”

The comment gets him bitten on the jaw, but it’s really worth Joshua’s laugh.