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You have so much ego of wanting to make it right - you won't even let others help ya

Summary: Josh has been patient with you because he knows you're stressed, tired or just not ready for it, but he's all turned on and hiding his hards, but- now that you told him you're ready- he's hard again.

Author's note: Hey guyyyyysss, stuffs been getting better, and i got some better job now that allows me to write more and smoke more, so enjoy !

WARNINGS: Reader is not a virgin, age gap, fluff in sex, mid sexual intercourse, kind of fluff in sex, soft words. Tell me if i miss anything! MDNI! 18+

Right now, you were twenty four, at the bloom of your youth and at the max of your damn school- the damn school Josh wanted to burn for stressing you, but as always 'You'll only gonna do i good if you put effort on it... And you're doing it.' That is what he always says whenever you feel bad.

So, he respects the fact you're not ready for sex and that you don't want to have sex, he knows it's a big step and that even tho you two live together and have been for a while, it's still intimate!

He gets the body part tho, very well, 'cause he is insecure of his body as well (he admitted in a magazine he didn't even shaved for a small period because he didn't want to look at his body).

You guys made out, touches here and there, maybe eating each other, but NEVER that. The biggie line.

-

You and him were just arriving home after a long day: he had an exhausting band practice and some errands and you, had to study and make a lot of homework. He sighed, kicking his shoes off and settled his jacket aside, he groaned and clung to you as if he wasn't a foot taller than you, hiding his face on you and wrapping his arms around your waist, making you chuckle a little as you leaned on him, you were tired too, so you rubbed his hands while closing your eyes with a small smile.

'I don't even want to cook. - He said against your hair.

'Neither do i. - You whined out as well, so he leaned on the counter and flipped you to stand in between his long legs as he took your jacket off and rubbed your shoulders, then admired you.

He looked at you, he really did (he actually did anytime but that's not the point-) and he gently cupped your face, whispering softly.

'Take out? -

'Mmm, Chinese. -

'Tacos? -

'.... Yeah, of bistec. -

He nodded, smiling a bit and admired your scrunched nose, and he leaned to kiss your cheek, making you giggle as you pulled him closer, he gladly obeyed while wrapping his arms around your waist, so yours slid over his neck and kissed him.

He let out a soft hum, he tasted as cigarettes, regrets and weird beer with coffee, you in exchange- were his favorite taste, lemon pie and strawberries as he gently rubbed your back, your hands slid to entangle them in his curly hair.

You kind of deepened the kiss, since the heat od his body and how gentle he's being- that kind of turned you on even tho you were tired, so he softly nibbled at your bottom lip, that made your lips to be apart for a small gasp, letting his tongue slide in and the kiss was wet, more messy and more deeper. He slid his hands to grip at your sweater, tugging you to him until there was no space in between you two, you held onto his back while returning the french kiss. 

He picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist and he settled you on the counter, stepping inbetween his legs so he slid his hands under your sweater to caress your shirt and you slid your hands under his shirt, making him groan and slid his tongue deeper, causing a whimper of you.

And when his hands went under your blouse, you freezed. He freezed, breaking the kiss so he looked at you with pleading eyes (of help).

So, his hands went away and you were nervous, of course, you have seen and touched each other but this felt as intimate as sex, and that was what made you stop. You looked at him as well, both with ragged breath as you gently held onto his chest.

'Too far? -

But this time, you felt different.

Ten seconds happened and no answer. So he slowly quit his hands, stepping back.

But you made him stop, holding his hands back toyour ribcage beneath your blouse, putting your legs around his waist as well. That made his eyes lit up somehow and he leaned on you again, tracing his hands around your rib cage and belly as your nose brushed his, you were about to speak up and he just nibbled your lip, kissing you again and he moved his hands to your back. He gently gripped your back to pull you against him as he picked you up, now to your shared bedroom.

As he walked, he nibbled at your neck and kind of sucked it, kissing it, making small gasps get out of your lips and then he threw you to the bed, never breaking the kisses on your neck and he made you quit your shoes and pants, you lifted your hips so he could now grip at your panties and then moved his kisses to your tummy, silently asking if you were okay with this.

In exchange, you put your hands on his hair, guiding him shyly so he kissed the hemline of your panties, he carefully got off and quit his shirt, then with a hand on the bed next to your hip, he moved to settle a song in the Vinyl reproducer, Album: 'Epic Garden Music' by Sad Lovers & Giants.

He then kicked his boots off, he moved again as you quit your own shirt off, he admired your underwear and he carefully slid his hands on your thighs, his eyes reassured what words cannot express.

As you then moved to take a shaky breath, the music, his hands on you, and when he tried to talk you said.

'Josh, i'm- i'm comfortable with this... I really, want this. -

Oh, his eyes belonged to you, deep as his kisses and his dead gaze was alive, yet still, he was him after all. But for you, my dear, he would cut his own eyelids if it meant to see your smile.

So he moved to lean his face on your thigh, never breaking eye contact as he started to trail kisses on your thigh and soothe them, as if they were porcelein. 

You softly moaned, not intensely, but of pure comfort in lust you and him deserved. Your hands gently moved his curls aside as he nibbled at your skin, causing a breathy sigh, you gently held his hair and he closed his eyes in bliss at the hands on his hair, moaning against your skin he started with more wet kisses, making a soft, slow path to your center, you closed your eyes as well, savouring the moment as you threw your head back and once one of his curls brushed the dampness of your panties, you gasped.

His hair, most of it, was sprawled all across your thighs and he held your hips, steadingly while caressing your ass a bit with his skilled fingers, first, he kissed the wetness of your panties, causing you a small shift of your hips and a breathy moan. He gently kissed your hips, pulling the lacy panties down with his teeth and threw them somewhere in the room, then moved to gently lick your pussy, now that made you moan and he was addicted to it.

His hands gently scooped your hips and ass, bringing them a little bit higher and you put your legs on his shoulders, he kissed your core again and you shivered a bit, he nuzzled to your clit, nose pressing against it as he took a drag and moaned lowly again, more needingly tho.

'Sweetheart... We need a safe word for you. - Hewhispered against your pussy, nuzzling to it as if it was a meal (he would absolutely say that your pussy is his fav. food) and he gently licked it again, he mostly did small licks, pressing bare kisses and nuzzling to you as well as gently holding you to his face.  

'Green. - You stuttered out, your breath was getting more heavy as he kept the pace of kisses and gentle licks, until he took a gentle bite there, that made you yelp instantly as he slid his tongue inside you, you started to squeeze his cheeks with your thighs while gasping and moaning his name, he was addicted to your taste, grunting and moaning against you while he lifted your hips to him, you bucked your hips to him as well.

The coil in your stomach was tight, almost unbearably tight, while you jerked your hips and then stuttered them to him with a shaky whimper, he knew you were close and made sure to fast up his kisses, and he then put his tongue inside again, making you cum with a delicious moan of his name as he took in your flavor, not letting so many drops be left aside while closing his eyes in bliss. He adored you.

He softly moaned against your core, so he picked the pace a bit up, sliding all of his tongue and closed his eyes in bliss, hiss killed hands were gripping your thighs just right, causing you a soft moan of his name and then he kissed your sweet entrance.

So his eyes turned to look at you.

'Are you really sure of this? -' He asked nervously.

'Josh, i really want this. -

Imagine:

Peter is fucking you from behind, he was just trying to teach you a lesson after you purposely made him jealous, so right now, he has you with your back arched, face down, ass up and crying.

Why were you crying?

Because his cock was just too thick and too long for your poor pussy, in this case, he just slipped it in without preparing you, nor with lube as your thighs shook.

You were naked, he was shirtless, pants shoved down for his cock only as his hands gripped your hips.

You could barely take him, he was hige and he was stretching your ass hole entirely while shoving you down. So, he heard your whimpers and moans, of course, but he was just too in the mood right now

' Can't even take me after making me all jealous when you're on my cock on a daily basis. -

progress.

Cooming soooooooooon

Among with

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The first time you cuddle with Josh Silver.

WARNINGS: none, i'll let ya be happy enjoy. Pure fluff.

It can be a bit awkward since you and him have rcenetly become a couple and he knew it would take time, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable after all, never. So, he makes sure his bed is comfortable, that you are comfortable, in his shirt, looking like an absolute angel.

He is just in a pair of pants, some sweatpants with stains of ink, he was about to put his shirt on but you've stopped him. Which made him look at you and blink amusedly, he tilted his head to look at you better in the dim lamp of his nightstand.

'You want me shirtless, babe? - He teased you softly, knowing you liked his tattoos. And you kind of smiled, setting his shirt aside on a chair and took his hand, which made him smile as well. It was hard, because he was facing to accept his body issues, yet you seemed to soothe his insecurities. Melting them away.

So you sat down in the bed, laying to then tug him towards you, he carefully settled himself to turn off the lamp and then lay next to you, his curly hair was everywhere, even mixing with your own hair and he carefully slid his tattooed arms on your waist, bringing you to him.

You gladly accepted his invitation, closing your eyes so you rested your head on his tattooed chest, listening to his heartbeat was a lullaby, a gentle caress of your soul to know he was still alive with you. He put the covers for you and him and kissed your head, your arms wrapped around his torso so his legs were tangled with your own. 

He was making sure that he didn't touch anything you didn't want to be touched. Keeping his arms on your waist and his hands on your back, he shifted his arm so one arm of his, laid beneath your head and wrap it around your shouldrrs, you used his bicep as a pillow and shifted again, facing him now.

His eyes were loud in the dark, knowing yours despite of the lack of light, it was not needed, you two knew each other perfectly to even see your faces. He kissed you slowly, making you trace patterns on his chest, following the meeting of his lips on yours.

Then again, he carefully held the back of your shoulders so you were pulled to him, in a soothing embrace.

You could just melt, so you started to gently rub his chest and shoulders, causing a tenderness ge whispered on your lips:

(A/n: GUYS HERE IT IS, THE FANFIC OF JOSH AND HIS NEEDY GIRLFRIEND IT TOOK SO LONG BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IT HAS BEEN SO HARD. Anyways, enjoy and thx so much for y´alls patience!)

 Concept: You have been seeing that Josh, since he is a musician, he was sometimes surrounded by gorgeous women, and your hormones did not help in this case. You have been feeling pretty insecure about your body and image lately, since he could read you well, he knew what was going on but he waited until you opened up to him:

WARNINGS: Insecurities: raw talk about feelings and a female body, fluff, angst, death, tears.

If I missed anything, y´all say it in the comments!

Enjoy!

Being a girl is so difficult.

It really is, especially when you have a partner, buy not only when you have a parter but everything else mixed with your emotions.

´I´m just a girl. ´

Sometimes you just wanted to be held by an older man and just die right there while he rubs you on your back and caresses your hair. Yet the world seemed like a big wolf, and you were the lamb. Unless you are the lamb of God, and that God is your boyfriend, Josh.  But that also meant how much you wanted his approval, his gorgeous words calling you pretty, with that deep voice of his, deep, soothing, slightly rasping a bit because of how much he smoked.  How his skilled hands braided your hair when you sat on his lap, and he smoked without care but you.

Right now, you were just getting ready so he could drive you to have a date.

Recently, there have been some insecurities in you, and you hate it. Since he is the keyboardist of Type O, he was out a lot. Sometimes he talked to women, and you accepted that, he was loyal after all (or sometimes he right down did not talk to anybody at all), what bothered you was the fact of how sometimes those women were so gorgeous.

With their pretty hair, their well taken care of nails, painted with delicacy. Their perfect words with such soft voice coming out of plumpy lips that were perfect. Their big eyes with seriousness yet happiness looking at the interviewers and the different rock stars (that included Josh). The way they were so prepared and looked so dominant, so secure. Their clothes, perfect, with their slender bodies and such pretty hips, a flat stomach. A skin that had no pimples. A hair that was always styled. Basically, perfect for the camera and absolutely everyone.

You were jealous sometimes, but only enough.

It´s not like: you wanted to tear yourself apart and their perfect bodies at all.

Silly, yet true.

How could you be jealous? How could you sometimes have bad dreams where the voices in your head tore your self-esteem and how you see yourself into pieces? How could you possibly hate your own skin? When in Josh´s eyes: you were the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Sure, he was older than you and he have seen many women in his life, some were attractive, some were not. He has dated many people, but he was over it. Never you, he loved you.

Your own beauty was sometimes the inspiration for practicing music. To keep going for you.

And this time: it was not a wonder you were insecure.

You were getting ready, sitting in front of your vanity fair while doing your make up, natural but pretty. Just like the photo of a magazine you had in your mirror. Wanting to be like her, pretty. So, you were doing your best, passing the brush across your eye to gently give it more deepness. The blush was soft, cute even with your nose. Oh, your nose was one of Johs´s favorite things to kiss. You curled your eyelashes, making sure to make them look well and natural. Mascara, eyeliner, the little cutesy and sparkly glitter, subtle enough to not look like a disco ball, notorious enough to shine your face as a star. Josh was sitting on your bed, smoking and just watching you get ready. His face was hollow with soft gestures as his shining eyes watched you, and the small smile on his lips as he held the tangy smoke between his middle finger and pointer finger.

You were wondering if you really looked pretty for him to look at you with such eyes.

You brushed your hair softly, hating the way your hair was not shining, but you had to give your best. Josh knew how you felt; he just preferred you to tell him (it honestly hurt him a bit to know how you did not tell him that, how you doubted your own self and his).  Your outfit as well was truly ravishing in his opinion, the small black heels, how your skirt was just above the end of your stocks with a black bow, the way that blouse of black strides with dark blue ones was just your size, loose yet utterly fashionable. Himself, he was not such a model (EVEN THO HE IS SO FINE), but he knew how to look decent.

 He liked the contrast between the two of you.

When you were done with your make up, you honestly did not think you looked pretty; you wanted to stay at home and just rot in bed, yet you had a chance to change everything. You turned to look at Josh and smiled softly, tilting your head a bit meanwhile standing up, you asked.

´Do I look pretty? This is good, right? For the date? -

His eyes lit up at your sight; you looked gorgeous, ravishing, exquisite even as he took a hit of his smoke, mostly to clear his head, and his eyes softened. After he exhaled his smoke, he looked at her and patted his leg.

´ C´mere. -

So, you came to him, walking gently with your stocks on the carpet and went to stand between his long legs. He gently gripped your thighs, fiddling the edge of your stocks, drinking the sight of your thighs. You were this- soft angelic in his eyes.  

He felt his heart crush at the sight of your eyes being so nervous, wanting to cry meanwhile he adored you so much. As much as the truth hurt, he would rather tell it, so you snapped out of it, than sugarcoating you with some bullshit lies. It stung him, so of course it stung you as well.

´What´s goin´on with you and your body? -

His voice was deep, rough as always for smoking too much of all of his anxiety. It came out a bit raspy, but just low enough for you, just how you liked it. He knew it. He knew what was going on but wanted you to say it, so he heard it, so he helped you, so he was sure of his instinct. Those magazines and sad looks were not fooling him anymore. Once again, you freeze a bit, anxiously. As you fidgeted with your own hands, your hair strands moved briefly by the gentle movement of your shoulders, sucking a breath as you tried to speak. It was hard to when his blue eyes were looking at you like that.

´Nothing, nothing´s wrong. It´s just-. -

´Now, don´t go lyin´on me like that when i know ya for a while. I worry for you, and I'm makin´sure my darling is healthy. Doesn´t matter if is her body, mind, I want to make sure you´re good and it hurts me to know ya lied.  So, last chance: what is goin´on, sugar? -

That is when you cry. You just sat on his lap, crying; he preferred when you opened to him anyways.

So, he pulled you to him; he knew it hurt, and it hurt him too. It hurts to both of you. He gently cooed you, making sure you were comfortable on his lap and he took a drag of his smoke, exhaling it away as his other hand caressed your hair with easiness, he kissed your hair as he tapped the smoke on the ash tray, letting its burn remains die on the metallic plate you kept for him. He kissed your head, letting you cry all you want. He did not care if it stained his shirt; it was a sign of trust he absolutely adored. He once again kissed your head multiple times, guiding your hands to hold onto him at his sides and making sure you did not fall over the carpet floor. He thought that you, his beautiful angel, was crying over some stupid girls, was already sad but a bit pathetic. Because you already looked too divine to even compare yourself to others.

´Angel, don´t you cry to that, sweetness. -

He may cry as well, but he kept himself strong for you. Only for you, his sweet angel.

´Y´know you´re perfect, right? I don´t care about some woman's flat stomach in a magazine. I care not only about you, but that you´re okay in many aspects. That you accept this body as much as I adore it, you´re beautiful, you´re perfect. If I thought otherwise, I wouldn´t be here for you, but I am, ´cause i love you. ´Cause you´re my woman, my sweet angel to take care of. I don´t mind comforting you like this, but i mind when you start to reduce ya food only ´cuz some stick made you feel bad. You´re you, you´re too precious for me to vanish into a thin nothing all ´cause you didn´t eat. I love you, angel.  My darling... it hurts me to see you ripping yourself over some other girls when you´re my girl. -

Stars die when a girl hates her own body over standards with a man's eyes.

So, he helped you to take your shoes off, you were in no condition to go out when you felt so bad, he kissed your cheek and took a drag of his smoke, passing you a hit and kissed your cheek. He then laid on the bed frame as he pulled you to him, making you sit as however you wanted while he caressed your highs, soothing the painful grip of those tight stockings, he let you sob into soft hiccups.

´I just- see ´em, all pretty when I'm still- y´know, trying to accept myself and how- you can get any girl wo´s better than me. - You sobbed out, slowly calming down. ´ And- and it hurts me to know, I may be not enough for you. -

´Darling, darling. What did I just say? I don´t care if you´re a stick if ya chubby, I don´t care about those women. I don´t care about a girl that isn´t you. You´re in my lap for a reason, you earned it and that´s ya place to sit. - He rasped out, fixing your hair and he quit his jackey, letting it go aside as he then left the smoke on his lips, rubbing your sides and then he set his smoke aside, kissing your cheek and your hair. You melted on him. He knew you were needy, affectionate, that you wanted to please him, and he didn´t mind it. He would only care when it´s not balanced, but for now, he drank the sight of you, the love of his life hugging him as they laid together in a bed where they could be honest to each other.

His love was for his satnin, for you.

´You wanna be pretty, make it happen. You wanna be secure, go on. Don´t just run into my arms, they´re open for you, but you gotta do your own, babe, I know ya can. Don´t run to this underweight, anorexic body, ´cause I may not be here for long, love. But as long as I'm here, I'm here for you, sweet angel. -

´Don´t go. Don´t go, no, no, no. I can´t stand it- no. -

He knew it hurt, but you as him, will die.

Rex admitted in his book that he liked to read, like History or stuff like that so IMAGINE!:

Rex was just sitting in the living room, reading as per usual ('Lo que cuentan los muertos' by Enrique Dorado and José Antonio Sanchéz), the lamp was a soft shade of yellow with tints of orange, as the rain poured down around the house. He had his hair tied up and his glasses on, fully relaxed after touring quite a lot.

So you came. You always came no matter what.

You were in your pijamas, running a hand thru your hair as your eyes softly found his figure on the dim light, he heard the gentle footsteps so he looked at you and smiled a bit. Speaking quietly.

'How ya doin'? Need anything?-

You did not need to speak because he already knew, you wanted him to at least walk you to the bed, so you tilted your head with a small smile and he got it.

He stood up and stretched his back, carefully settling the book aside and then patting your arm, he slid his arm on your shoulders to guide you, so he whispered.

'Let's get you some sleep. '

I DON'T KNOW I AM FUCKING HIGH

REX AND JOSH LIKING YOU HEADCANONS!

WORDS: 2.523!

Author's note: Thank you for being so patient with me guys, I've been thru some stuff and smokes when i was absent. I wasn't feeling well and i want to show you guys i still care ´cuz i love to write! This one is on me guys, ya da best!

(Summary: How i would think Rex and Josh would secretly show they like you and how would they ask you to be their partner. Before, during and after so!)

Rex Brown:

-He´s the type of dude that doesn´t joke around, he is straightfoward, fesity and very mature, yet he is respectful (you can see it on his book). He´s quiet as Josh, that is obvious, he would go with you when he KNOWS he should go, he would left small guitar and bass picks around you so when he is gone, you remember him. Might as well leave you with a message on the picks.

-He would also give you your favorite food and drinks, take far away from the drugs and his rock star life. He is a very private person, so he can be very quiet sometimes, but if you look well enough, you can tell in his eyes that he does care. Subtly and quietly.

-If he is feeling very bad, he might go with you, (he´s not emotional not at least when you and him are not so close). If he does go with you, he would try not to talk so much about Pantera/Down/His projects as producer and bassist. He strikes me as the type to be affectionate, and touch starved but only when you two guys are in private. Away from teh press eyes.

-Since he is away and gone sometimes, as i said, he would leave you stuff so you´ll remember him, aside from guitar picks, from time to time, he would leave a note in your purse. ´I´ll be back, and ya owe me (introduce situation) - R.B. ´. Although he is quiet, his actions say more, as if to make your arms brush by mere coincidence, keep himself in touch with you and small talk occasionally, bring you small stuff from his tours and trips.

-His love language: Quality time and Acts of Service, sometimes touch, but that would be more private (and when he gets a little bit older).

-If you feel ill and ya tell Rex, he will go check on you, make you some soup, make sure you´ll comfy and to not move an arm (he is a stubborn bitch), if ya want some that is not with you, he would go grab it for you, smile even, he does smile with you, and if ya let him, he could go ramble hours about whatever he wants or has in his head, checking if you´re not bored or distracted, if you´re comfortable.

-When he catches MORE feelings for you (that guy has a good way of expressing his emotions), he would be protective of you, eventually even get his chaperone to drive you around and give you a lift whenever ya want. THAT is when y´know, ya close to Rex.

-His band mates would tease him and you, making sure ya guys STICK together in a room or so, but he would put you away from them, away from the alcohol but he would invite you drinks if ya want. Phil would nudge to be like: ´Careful, he might wanna buy you a car¨. Because, let´s be fair, since he is a rock star and a well-paid one, he would buy you stuff, if you point something and say ya like it but don´t buy iy, it might as well be your next present of Xmas or whatever occasion comes.

-That is his way of showing love, subtly actions that say more than his jokes and sarcasm.

-But, once he doesn´t shut up, when he does talk to you, his words are deep, meaningful, there is no Rex Rocker nor ´Bassist of Pantera´. Just (your) Rex.

-He will stare at you Tho, like you could make something and it´s like something very casual and then you see how his hazel eyes are burning ya.

-When in public, he is a bit touchy (i´m talking of how you two are still friends), he would gently grab your arm or shoulder to guide you when ya lost, or when he´s prying you away from the press. If the press does come, he would put his jacket over you and guide you away as much as possible, somewhere private and maybe you give ya a pat and making sure you´re okay.

-His eyes say it all, his eyes are the key to this, they say it all, how they squirm a bit when he´s secretly nervous around you. How they relax when he´s alone with you. How they soften because of your smile, your laugh, your scent. That so. How they shine when he´s looking at you.

-He can read you perfectly as well, years of being alone and in a world where he must learn by himself have given him that quality. He would tease you as well, recommend you music GENERAL, he kind of doesn't care if you don´t listen to music. He will care if you have a shitty one Tho. He´s a bit possessive and jealous as well, by the normal amount.

-When he brings you to one of his tours (but that would be a later thing of you guys' relationship), he will make sure YOU´re comfortable, YOU eat one of your fav foods and desserts, YOU´re happy and party in a healthy way, YOU´re away from the business but making sure YOU´re included as well. S´all about YOU in a lot of moments because he loooooves you, adoreeeeees you so much he doesn´t know how to express it sometimes.

-When he realizes he will make you his wife/husband and partner and whatever else more. It´s when he is practicing his bass, alone at night, he rarelly practices bass but he felt like so today. So, he was practicing a soft melody, pushing his pedal gently and then he closed his eyes, letting his fingers skill over the thick bass strings, that is when you came to his mind, and he smiled, playing the melody with his heart now and threw his head back as he composed a small song, he opened his eyes and murmured ´I Love you...´.

-He´ll invite you to a place, for example: a place you adore or a place where it´s like the first place you went with him, he will give you something you want and you´re sitting down. He´ll gently tpuch your thigh and look at you in the eyes, his eyes and face will be expressive with adoration, saying gently:

´Let me be your man. ´

JOSH SILVER:

-Unlike Rex, he is more quiet and as private as him, but he´ll be as protective as Rex is since the beginning, he is kind and very humble.

-He´s the type of dude that´ll be smoking while admiring you in the shadows, he is more to hide than mark his presence as Rex. With his long hair and hood on, as his blue eyes wander you and how you´re doing your daily activities. He´s the type of guy that gets dragged along and he complains but he stays as he watches you silently, he is kind of expressive on his face Tho.

-He will make sarcastic jokes, tease you, making sure he is making the most ungodly jokes ever, even crude comments but ALWAYS making sure he never offends you, he doesn´t care about his Tho. Only you, baby. He would ADORE if you guys either match or make a contrast, and he will be your bad influence on some stuff, not all of it Tho. He would also be the type of person who loves acts of service, he rather gives than receive (as well as rex) but Josh wouldn´t mind if ya do some for him.

-He gives me vibes of like fixing your stocks when they´re loose around your thigh, do your shoelaces. Fix your eyelash or your hair, letting you do his hair or he´ll make ya a ponytail if ya hair bothers ya. Share ya his smoke or gum. Bring you to cool CD stores so you can buy anything you want, and he might buy you something. Put your hair clip again. Fix your earrings subtly. Giving you his lighter if you want to smoke or a smoke of his. Drive you when it's urgent. Listen to your rant about whatever you want. Watch you get ready. Give you something you can't reach (HE´S SUPER TALL LIKE 1.89M/6´2). Fix your gloss/lipstick while tilting your chin to him. Buy a small snack when ya hungry. Bring you pads when you´re in your period. Pass you his jacket when you´re cold. Give you a hug and listen to you when you´re feeling sad. Let´s you crash more often at his place than anyone. Let´s you get away with some stuff. Cheer you up when you´re feeling sad. Give you his seat (or his lap) so you sit down. Invite you over dinner sometimes. Bring you along to his practices, concerts or tours sometimes so he stays close to you. Giving you advice in whatever he can. Give you small, rare words of affirmation but that´s reserved to more intimate and private moments. Hiding you super well from the press. Show you small key notes, songs, and some music that reminds you of him. A burnt CD.

-Those types of gestures that don´t only go with his kind self but his fucking fat crush for you.

-THAT type of love he gives. Unmistakable kindness with adoration.

-When you and he are partners, those gestures are still there but some are more intimate, and more lovely ones.

- His eyes are very expressive as well, his words and touches. Those are the keys for you to know he loves you. Sometimes, he brush his hand on your thigh when no one looks, gives you a hand when you need to get up. Covers you when you feel uncomfortable. He will 100% change shoes if you fell bad. He doesn´t care if he falls on his ass when he wears your heels but it´ll be worth it if he hears your laugh and sees you smile. Carry your purse or backpack as well. Helping you with work/homework (if he can, he dropped High School at fifteen).

-He will give you great advice if you need it so, he has been around the block of so many things and even helping you get a good job if ya want.

-As Rex, he would cook you stuff too. Learning how to make your favorite dishes so he surprises you when you come to his house has become a secret habit of his. He would also leave you small stuff that is so random, so you´ll remember him. A pen. A cable. His lighter. His pack of smoke. Since he has a lot of hair, you will find some of his hairs when he´s away (like Rex).

-He smiles more when you´re around, making sure to light your day when you're feeling down, telling you stories about his past or band, jokes to make you laugh. He pats your back as well, even squeezing your shoulder. He´s the type of man that at first, he guides you with his arm around your shoulder, when he´s sure you like him, he wraps his arm around your waist, squeeze you as well or fix your pants/skirt edge.

-If you feel sick, he will guide you to the back of his car and watch over you as he leans on the door, maybe he won't smoke if you feel bad and will stop if you have asthma or so. He´ll hold your hand during it as well and watch you with soft eyes, he would as well buy your favorite take out meanwhike giving you words of affirmation. He will pick up your hair if you puke, having you next to him or on his lap as he braids your hair or pats your head, so you feel better. He watches over you in the shadows as i said.

-I JUST THOUGHT LIKE, imagine: You´re fixing your make up as you sit on his lap and you watch yourself over the mirror of your vanity fair, he´s doing your hair and smiling softly the whole time, a soft, small smile that is only for you. You couldn´t help but blush because he was fixing your skirt as well and the white stocks with bows over your thighs, seeing the contrast pf how he has his dark clothes, tattoos and his piercings with you, being all softie with your sweater and more soft colors clothes. You melt. So, you say: ´Friends kind of don't do this´, so he answers: ´Who cares? I´s just you ´n me, princess. ´

-As Rex, he would give you pet names only for YOU before you two become a thing.

-When he knows he likes you, it´s a bit of a shocker to him. Living under the shadows of Peter has given him some insecurities because people have used him to get to Peter, so he realizes it when he sees that you have brought him gifts or done the same stuff, he does for you. He sees the Cd you brought for him, how it´s one of his favorites because you listened to his favorite bands and as well his talks with you at night in a rooftop, about how much he likes Pink Floyd and Soft instrumentals. His blue eyes shine for you like an ocean for a dawn sky, so he smiles at you and gently guides you to walk you to your home. Thinking to himself: ´I´ll make sure she´s/he´s/they´re the one. Mine´.

-So, after it, he shows his love a little bit more, intimate and with stuff only the two of you can understand, with your inner jokes as well.

-He would confess his feelings in an interesting way. He would go to your house because he wants privacy (he is nervous around you, a lot, believe me) as his sweaty hands give you a disc to play in your CD reproducer. It´s a burnt CD. One with songs for the two of you, songs that remind you both of your love and his love for each other. His eyes are on you the whole time, giving you the CD and his favorite lighter as well as a pick, and your favorite bunch of snacks. He sits next to you and tells you with nervous chuckles as well as his trembling, sweaty hands. The final song is a piano track he composed for you, with keyboards and a bit for bass, an intense instrumental he made for you that lasts an hour so when he looks at you, it´s when the song ends because the song says: