#Joshua dun x reader

[oldiesstationlover11607]

You're been fed enough for tonight lmao merry christmas to everyone who celebrates, very grateful for this platform to post my works :)

[z0mbiekisses]

Short imagine/one shot of Josh and reader where she’s the videographer for a festival they’re playing and he sees her and asks her to come backstage and they go from friends to lovers over the week long festival. Maybe on the last day he asks her to continue on tour with them?

Hehe I need someone to write my requests while I write other requests 😁😁

HELLOO P!! 🤗 thank you sm for being my first request i’m sooo excited!! hopefully it’s not too long 😅 if it wasn’t for your work i don’t think i’d ever have the motivation to write so just know your work doesn’t go unnoticed && i’ll always write your requests 🫡

as for anyone else reading this i hope you enjoy this as well!!(: i haven’t wrote an imagine in so longgg, so hopefully it’s good!! my requests are open 🫶!

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VIDEOTAPE !

i’ve always loved filming. whether it was my friends goofing around or my cats simply existing in their space peacefully. i love just being able to capture the moment then and there. i also love music. concerts are my number one happy place. who knew that two of my favorite things could turn into a career?

i was doing an apprenticeship for this photography company. this week, i’m going to the music festival the town did every summer. except this time i’m able to be the videographer for one of the main stages! i was stoked to say the least.

it was the first day, i spent the morning helping set up the stage i’ll be filming for the next 6 days. since this stage was more for the “bigger acts.” no one was scheduled to perform till 3. after i was done, i went to explore the festival a bit before i was gonna be stuck at the same stage for hours. as i was grabbing a drink, i noticed a guy next to me in line at the taco truck. his hair was black with red underneath it. his black tanktop showing off his colorful tattoos. he must've noticed me staring. he looked over and flashed a smile at me. it was contiguous, i instantly smiled back at him before my drink was handed to me. i walked away hoping i'd run into this handsome stranger. that i'd find him in the crowd of thousands of people..

the only downside to being a videographer is not being able to dance around to the music. i had to make sure my videos were the best quality, trying hard to catch the peak moments of each artist's set. however, i was able to be in front of the crowd. only people in my section were other photographers/videographers and security. it was also nice hearing new music. most of the bands i was familiar with were playing later in the festival. and luckily for me i only work two nights. the last band set to play was about to come on. i looked behind me and saw the crowd double in size. whoever was about to play must be popular. a red light came on the stage, shining on a guy wearing a ski mask. i watched as he walked over to the drum kit on the stage. people in the crowd were screaming. i listened to the drummer, he was one of the best so far. i then eventually the singer came on stage, also wearing a ski mask. and the music started blaring. let me tell you, these guys knew how to put on a show. it was the hardest set yet for me to NOT dance and jump around. eventually the drummer took off his ski mask, and it was the same guy i saw in line. during the show he recognized me and smiled. which i made sure to get on film, even though it caught me off guard that he even remembered me from our brief interaction.

this show was my favorite to film. these guys knew how to put on hell of a show. some of my best footage came from their set. i quickly learned the drummer's name was 'josh dun." who i admired the whole night. his eyes would seem to find me, making sure to flash a grin or do some sort of pose for me..and the camera of course. and every time i felt my heart flutter. their set was over and as i was getting ready to head back to my tent a security guard caught my attention. he said i was asked to be somewhere. i had not a clue where they were dragging me to. nonetheless, i hopped on the golf cart, making sure to film the different bright neon displays that shined through the dark open field. they brought me to a fancy tent. it was huge, there was a soft glow from all of the fairy lights. giving a nice soft ambience. i began to fidget with the rings on my fingers. still unsure on what this place is and why i was here. until the same guy with black and red hair came up to greet me. i somehow felt relieved yet so much more nervous.

“i hope this is okay, i wanted to talk to you but i didn’t want to hope that i’d run into you again.”, josh chuckled nervously.

“duh, who doesn’t like backstage passes.”, i laughed softly. hoping i wasn’t making a fool out of myself.

“i’m josh by the way.”, he smiled once again. reaching out his hand.

“y/n”, i shook his hand. i looked up into his brown eyes. i was admiring his features, from his long eyelashes to his soft lips. i looked away to prevent myself from looking like a total creep. he brought me over to one of the many couches and sat with me. we talked about our careers, and what made us chose them. i enjoyed listening to him talk about something he was passionate about. the way his eyes would squint up whenever he got excited. i barely know this man.. but good god. i thought he looked good on stage, glistened in sweat & his hair damp. but seeing him get so happy was so attractive.

i spent the next 24 hours thinking about josh dun. i sadly didn’t run into him the next day at the festival, but my work was able to occupy MOST of my mind. however it was officially the 3rd day, and my first day off duty. i traded my athletic leisure for something more festival appropriate. i decided on a short sparkly black dress that had silver moon & stars printed over it. as i was walking around the festival that night, i felt someone tap my shoulder. which honestly scared me a little bit until i turned around and saw josh.

“sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you.”, josh must’ve noticed me jump. i wrapped my arms around him. normally i’m not big on hugs. but once again, there was something about him.

“i missed you pretty girl.”, he mumbled against my neck. i couldn’t hide my blush as i pulled away. we talked about our plans yesterday and how we just barley missed an encounter with each other every time. i brought him over to charli xcx’s set. i was nervous he was going to be one of those guys who just stands there and silently judges you for dancing. but josh jumped up and down with me, in my mind it was just me & him. he occasionally would hold onto my waist from behind as we danced together. which flooded my stomach with butterflies. afterwards, i followed him to the stage where one of his favorite bands were playing; death cab for cutie. he held my way the whole way through as we navigated the crowds. josh was also able to get us into vip, which i’ve been in before for work. but this was so much better. being able to relax and really enjoy the music. josh’s hands never left mines. i felt safe besides him. i smiled as i watched him sing along to the music, clearly enjoying himself. of course, i had to get it on camera. to which josh started singing to when he finally noticed. i never wanted this night to end. josh walked me back to where my cab was. i looked up at him for a moment. i wanted to kiss him. everything in that moment was screaming at me to do so. but i was so worried about messing things up that i just stared at him.

“i had so much fun with you tonight, you’re really cool y/n.”, i smiled sweetly at josh’s compliment.

“thanks, you’re not too bad yourself joshua.”, i responded which earned a chuckle from josh. we continued to look at each other, not wanting to leave but unsure what to do next.

“maybe i could have your number? you know, so you can send me that video of me singing.”, josh tried to play it off. i giggled and typed my number in his phone.

the fourth day, i decided to go for a more spacey look. i wore a silver shimmery dress & i put star glitter in my space buns. of course, i met up with josh again. who i got to match with me. he was wearing a white t-shirt with an alien on it.

“you look better each time i see you i don’t get it.”, josh’s compliment made my cheeks heat up. it was almost embarrassing the effect this man had on me. but i didn’t mind it. we ran around the festival, trying random foods & messing around with the different photo ops. we even met up with his bandmate, tyler and his girlfriend jenna. me and her instantly clicked, as if we were best friends in another universe. it was amazing, i never thought this would happen. eventually we parted ways and josh dragged me to the goo goo dolls set. our hands still intertwined. i closed my eyes and moved side to side as i listened to iris, one of my favorite songs. josh pulled me in closer to his side. i looked up at him, meeting his warm brown eyes again.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that right y/n?”, i bit my lip slightly trying to surpress the huge grin on my face. before i could say anything else i could feel josh leaning into me. his lips met mine and my heart was practically beating out my chest. i wasted no time running my hair through his soft curls. josh grabbed my waist and pulled me in closer to him. i dreamed of moments like these. we both had the biggest smiles on our face as we pulled away. josh walked me to my cab again, josh was telling me they were going to start their tour soon. i felt sad. sure, maybe it was naive of me to think this could be anything long term. but this week had been so amazing, the thought of it being over hurt. and knowing josh would be gone for months hurt even more. there was a bit of silence as we were walking, i didn’t have much to say this time around. josh stopped me, holding my hands in front of him.

“okay this may sound crazy, you can say no.”, josh warned me. i could tell he was nervous to ask me. i watched his face as he tried to find the words in his head.

“we need a videographer for our tour, our usual one wife just had a baby so.. would you be interested in being our videographer?”, my face lit up.

“yes!”, i exclaimed. i hugged josh tightly. he spun me around as we giggled together out of excitement. josh kept his arms around me & pulled me in again. our lips crashing together. i was looking forward to having more moments like these over the next 4 months.

[j-jinxee]

JOSH THOUGHTS -☆

NSFW under the cut! [warnings - general sex thoughts]

Thinking about Josh, how he can't keep his hands to himself. How fucking good it'd feel with just his hands, all over you. The way he touches you like no other, how he holds you all night, whether that be through unconsciousness or through an orgasm. He's so good at getting you to focus on nothing but him, your senses immediately crowded by every aspect of him. His hands lace every inch of your body while you desperately plead for him to stop teasing and just fuck you already.

And when he finally does, holy fuck he's so pretty. No matter much he makes you blush, how much you wanna look away, you just can't. You're completely infatuated with him as he hits all the perfect spots, so deep inside you. You see his pupils blow wider with each thrust, completely hypnotised by the feeling. Your hands find their way to his toned back, leaving rough red marks as your nails drag down his skin. The sight of his arms and shoulders flexing as he keeps himself hovering over you, it only gets you closer and closer. He's slow — and deep, only ever fucking you hard and fast if you ask him to. He prefers the intimacy of slowly working you to the edge while you're fixated on his eyes and the uneven rhythm of his breathing.

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I like this style of just like yapping instead of like full one shots yk lmao I'm just lazy 🫶🏻🫶🏻 anyway new TØP song soon woohoooo

[squiidiot]

save me tyler from the level of concern music video!! save meee

[when-worlds-end]

Clancy!Tyler Joseph x F!Reader [18+]

All the sunshine boy can ask is, "how do you navigate?" And all the sunset girl can say is, "easy, I disassociate."

MASTERLIST | INTRODUCTION | CHAPTER ONE

AUTHOR NOTES

Yep... my obsession with TOP has bled from their music into the lore of Clancy, Torchbearer, Dema, and Trench... I hope you also enjoy this contribution to the lack of TOP fanfictions we currently have!!

The lore of Trench and Dema are still shrouded in shadow... so until Tyler Joseph comes out about the true lore... I am operating under the belief that after the original Clancy commits vialism, Tyler takes on the mantle of Clancy to continue his legacy.

Updates will be slow because I've put so much time into the planning of this story and every chapter needs to be as perfect as it can be... I'll post little blurbs/sneak peeks every so often!!

If you wanna read the non-reader-insert version of this story, click the Wattpad link (I like the websites formatting) : WIP because I haven't published it yet...

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Bishop Clancy x bandito reader fic 🥲

Bonus points if it’s torchbearers sister 🫢

Would love to write this… I’ll write it if you want it (request besties) 👀👀

screw blurry bishop clancy is now my bestie

[joannajj]

(Jeremiah Ong x Reader).

Kindly listen to this song while reading.

Ikaw at si jeo ay isang matalik na magkaibigan simula pa noong grade 4 pa kayo. Lagi kayong naglalaro sa paborito niyong playground manila, sadly, kailangan ng pamilya ni jeo na pumunta at dun na daw mag enroll ng ibang school si jeo, kaya panay iyak ako nun at laging nasa tabi ko si jeo dahil ayaw ko syang mawala sa tabi ko.

Tomorrow na ang last na pagkikita namin ni jeo kaya sinusulit namin ang pagkakataong ito, nasa paboritong playground namin kam, nakaupo sa swing.

"pot, kailangan mo ba talagang iwan ako?". Sabi ko na almost crying.

"di naman kita iiwan forever". Ika niya habang hinahawakan kaliwang kamay ko.

"promise?". Inoffer ko ang pinky ko para i- sealed ang promise namin.

"promise". Nag sealed na kami ng kamay.

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9 years later.....

"Ma, alis na po ako".

"mag- ingat ka ah, paki bati nalang ako kala Janice!!". Sigaw ng aking mama sa kusina.

"opo ma!!".

Pupunta ako ng Palawan kung saan nakatira sina jeo, balak ko sanang sorpresahin ito.

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Nandito na ako sa palawan, lumabas nako ng airport at nag hintay ng masasakya.

After ilang minutes, may huminto sa aking suv na puti, nag wait ako baka iba ang hinihintay nito pero Isang minuto, binaba yung bintana at nakita ko lalaki na nakatingin sakin na para bang Kilala niya ako.

Awkward kong pag wave sakanya as hi para di nya maisip na rude ako... Tinaas niya ang bintana kaya nakikita kona lang is black screen. Binaba ulit ito at bumungad sakin ay si tita Janice, nagulat ako at napasigaw dahil sa gulat at saya.

"tita ja?". Confused kong sabi.

"yes, ako nga nak". Nakangiting sabi nito.

"bat po kayo nandito? Balak kopo sanang sorpresahin kayo". Kamot ulo kong sabi.

"ay ganun ba, sinabe samin ng mama mo na pupunta ka sa Palawan kaya dali dali kaming pumunta dito". Tita Janice.

"ano ba yan si mama, sabi ko sakanya wag niya sabihin sainyo". irita kong sabi.

"ok lang yan nak, tara na't makauwi na tayo". Tita Janice.

"btw po tita, sino po ito?". Tinuro ko yung lalaki na katabi niya.

"ay, oo nga pala, Asawa ko nga pala, sya yung dahilan kung bakit kailangan namin tumira dito". Explain ni tita ja.

"ay ganun po ba, kamusta naman po si jeo?".

"ayun, makulit padin pero ayun laki na muscles at nag gy- gym pa yan". Tita ja.

"talaga po, miss na miss ko na po siya".

"ay nako, mas miss na miss ka niya, nak, kung alam mo lang, laging hawak hawak yung printed na picture mo..minsan pa nga nakikita ko yan umiiyak dun sa kwarto niya habang hawak hawak picture mo".

"cute". Bulong ko.

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Nakatulog ako sa byahe dahil di naman ako natulog sa eroplano, nood nood lang ng K-drama.

"nak, dito na tayo". Pag- gising sakin ni tita Janice.

Nagising ako at tinignan sa labas ng kotse kung asan na kami, kita ko may dalawang naka parada na kotse at may mga aso't pusa na nakakulong.

"po? San po toh?".

"sa bahay namin". Natatawang Ika ni tita ja.

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"mafe, San si jeo?". Tanong ni tita ja kay ate mafe.

"ate mafe!!!! I miss you". Sigaw ko nang makita ko si ate mafe na sobrang close sakin.

"uy, bel!! Musta ka na? ang ganda ganda mo na oh!!".

"thank you po, parang sumexy ka ata ate mafe?".

"huy, hindi naman AHAHAHA".

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"si jeo pala?, natutulog pa sa taas tabi sila ni meng". Ate mafe.

"ahh ganun, sige, san si Joshua..?". Tita ja.

"nandun sa likod, nilalaro yung mga kuting".

"Joshua!!!!! halika muna dito, may bisita tayo!!". Sigaw ni tita ja.

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Ilang segundo pa ay, bumungad samin si kuya Joshua, naka braid ang kanyang buhok kaya medj hindi ko siya namukaan ng 5 sec.

"bel? Ikaw ba yan? aba, ang laki- laki mo na, dati binubuhat- buhat pa kita ngayon tignan mo oh". Kuya Joshua.

"AHAHAHA, oo nga po e, time flies so fast nga po e".

"si jeo ba ang hanap mo? nandun sa taas, lam mo ba kung ano ano pinaggagagawa niyan nung wala ka, ewn ko ba Jan". Kuya Joshua.

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Nasa sala kami naguusap, kung ano chika, ganun. Nalaman kona pala yung name nung kasintahan ni tita ja, geo ong pala.

Kinuwento nila sakin about sa vlog na ginagawa nila, mesmerized ako nun.

Nag vlo- vlog sila about sa nature at lagi daw sila naliligo sa dagat at ilog at nag ca- camping pa, nag offer pa nga sila na sumama ako sakanila pag maliligo ilog or dagat or di kaya ay magcamping. At sino ba tatanggi sa offer na yan, kaya nag yes nako kagad.

Habang nag uusap kami, may gumalaw sa peripheral view ko sa bandang kanan ko kung saan ay hagdan at taas naman nun is mga kwarto nila.

Tumingin ako at nakita ko si jeo, bagong gising, nakatitig sakin na walang kibo.

"uhm....".

Dipa rin siya gumagalaw.

"jeo". Tawag ni tita ja.

Wala padin.

"jeo!!" Sigaw nila.

At wala pa din.

Kaya ako na ang tatawag sakanya baka sakali na bumalik sya sa katotohanan.

"pot". Tawag ko sakanya.

At finally,

"bel?".

Tawag niya sakin na palapit ng palapit.

Tumango nalang ako.

"Ikaw ba talaga yan o nananaginip lang ako, kung nananaginip talaga ako, kurotin mo nga ako".

Tumawa sila including me sa sinabi niya.

Kinurot ko sya ng medj malakas.

Nagulat naman ito at kita sa mukha niya na masakit.

"sorry, sabi mo ka- ".

Diko natuloy ang sinabi ko dahil niyakap ako bigla ni jeo ng sobrang higpit.

"pot, di ako makahinga,".

Pinapat- pat ko yung braso niya dahil totoo ngang hindi ako makahinga.

Kaya lumayo sya at nag sorry.

"sorry, miss lang talaga kita so much!!".

"ehem, baka nakakalimutan niyo may tao din dito oh".

Biro ni kuya josh at ang result napatawa kaming lahat.

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Dito kami ni jeo sa kwarto niya nag uusap kung okay lang ba buhay niya dito at sakin.

I met domeng already, super kind and gwapo din sya like kuya niya, I just found out na inampon nila si meng.

"ang ganda ganda mo na".

Compliment niya habang nakatitig sakin.

"oh why, thank you, lumaki na ang katawan mo oh, sobrang pogi mo".

Ngiti kong sabi.

"I'm glad na you keep you promise".

Sabi ko na paiyak na.

"I would never ever break any promises that we made for each other".

Ika niya, nakangiti.

Niyakap ko sya ng mahigpit at umiyak sa kanyang shoulder.

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I stop crying.

But I think I will start crying again dahil sa confession sakin ni jeo.

"Isabelle, sasabhin ko sana ito bago kami umalis pero..... Bel, I love you not as a friend but as a lover, matagal na kitang mahal simula nung nagkakita tayo..... Bel, pwede ba kitang maging girlfriend?".

Napahagul- gul ako sa confession niya.

"yes, I would love to be your girlfriend!!!".

Sigaw ko.

Niyakap niya ako ng mahigpit, ilang minuto pa ay binereak nya ang hug at parang ang mundo'y nag istop at parang kami lang dalawa ang gumagalaw.

Palapit ng palapit ang Mukha namin sa isa't Isa, nakatingin ako sa kanyang mata habang sya naman ay nakatingin sa aking labi.

Ayan na nga, nag meet na ang aming labi sa isa't Isa, ang soft at lasang strawberry ang kanyang lips, kaya pinikit ko na ang aking mata at inenjoy ang moment na ito.

Little did we know, nakasilip pala lahat ng pamilya ni jeo sa slightly ajar na pinto, kinikilig pa mga ito.

That's all, folks

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Secret Relationship - SAI!Josh x Fem!Joseph!Reader

Pairing: Josh Dun x Fem!Joseph!Reader - Tyler's younger sister

Warnings: Some swearing, Tyler threatening Josh

Word Count: 1445

Summary: Josh and Y/N have been hiding their relationship from Tyler for a year but when they go on tour everything goes wrong.

PART 2

The Takeover Tour. My brother Tyler had invited me to go on tour with him and Josh this cycle. It was the final year of my studies and I’d arranged to finish my work online while on tour, lucky me. Scaled and Icy was my favorite of all Twenty One Pilots’ albums to date, the bright colors and propaganda concept had made a nice change in their discography. The boys were soundchecking and I’d decided to sit in on it, listening to their music while working on my laptop. Josh was sitting on his drum throne scrolling on his phone and waiting for Tyler to talk to one of the sound guys. A notification popped up on my computer. 

Josh: Hi

I looked up and flashed him a smile. 

Y/N: Hi :)

Josh and I had been secretly dating for the last year, and Tyler had no idea, which meant we had to hide it while we were on tour. It was easy for us to sneak around back home because Tyler wasn’t always around but here on tour, it was almost impossible. 

Josh: What’cha working on?

Y/N: An essay about the French revolution. What’s up?

Josh: Oui Oui

Josh: Um, I was wondering if you wanted to go hang out in the tour bus after soundcheck. Have some alone time before the show.

Y/N: You know I’d jump at the opportunity for alone time with you J 

I smiled up at Josh to see him wink at me. 

Y/N: Don’t let Tyler catch you looking at me like that Mr Dun

Josh: Even if he did catch me Miss Joseph, he’d never assume that we’re together. 

The boys worked till about 4:30, Tyler went back to his dressing room and Josh ran out to the bus. I made sure to wait a few minutes before running out after him. The bunks Josh and I were staying in were right next to each other, both on the top at the back of the bus, meaning that if we were about to get caught, we’d know. It had been a while since we’d actually touched one another and it had practically been torture. Josh was wearing a black t-shirt that perfectly showed off the beaded necklace I’d gotten him when the album came out, a necklace that Tyler had no idea I’d gifted Josh. 

“Come here,” Josh held out his arms and I walked slowly into them. I breathed in his scent, a warm vanilla smell that reminded me of a candle I used to burn in my room. Josh had been growing out his hair for a while, meaning that all the color he’d dyed into it had been cut off and replaced by a curly brown mop I’d loved more than anything else he’d even done with it. 

“How much longer do we have to keep this up Josh? I hate lying to people about us, especially to Tyler,” I laid my head against his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. 

“Just a few more weeks. I swear, we’ll tell him once tour is over,” he sighed. We walked into the back lounge and closed the doors, cuddling under a blanket. I wanted to tell Tyler more than anything but I knew he’d kill us. Knowing his little sister and best friend had been together behind his back for a year would hurt him more than anything else could. I moved so that I was laying on Josh’s chest, eyes closed from the long day of work. 

“I’m so tired,” I yawned. 

“Then go to sleep babe, I’ll wake you up when I have to go get ready for the show,” I nodded, finally accepting that I deserved some much needed rest. Josh placed a kiss on my head, his arms cradling me in a perfect position. “I’ve got you.”

An hour later

My eyes were slow to open, but as I heard the sliding door move I sat up faster than Josh could say ‘I love you’. 

“Josh! Josh!” I frantically shake him awake. 

“What fuck are you two doing?” A voice. Tyler’s voice. Tyler never swore, which meant this was bad, really bad. 

“Oh man,” Josh ran a hand through his curls. We were in big trouble. Tyler looked shell shocked, his entire body stiff with anger. “Tyler I swear it isn’t what it looks like.”

“Really? Because what it looks like is my best friend and little sister are–” he paused, an expression of nausea crossed his face “it looks like you’re a lot more comfortable with each other than I thought you were, which means you’ve been hiding something from me.” It was exactly what it looked like. I stood up, feeling tears build up in my eyes. I reached a hand out for Tyler but he jerked back. “Don’t touch me Y/N.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do Tyler, I didn’t know how to tell you,” I muttered. 

“Oh so you thought you’d lie to me. How long has this been going on?” He looked desperate to know everything. 

“A year,” Josh sighed. 

“A year?! Y/N don’t you see he’s clearly trying to take advantage of you?” Tyler brought his hands up to cover his face. “I can’t believe you’d do this to her man.” He was blaming Josh. I couldn’t let that happen. The two most important people in my life were not going to fight because I decided to date my brother’s best friend. Josh looked destroyed inside. He was speechless. 

“He’s not doing anything, okay? I’m happy with him. He’s been the most supportive person I’ve ever been with,” I laid a hand on Tyler’s shoulder, this time he didn’t move away. 

“You ever hurt her and I’ll kill you Josh,” Tyler seethed, Josh’s head hung low. “But if you’re happy Y/N then I trust you. You’ve never shown me that I shouldn’t trust you.” He was letting us stay together? Tyler? My brother who never let me date anyone ever was letting me stay with Josh. I pulled him in tightly for a hug. 

“I love you Ty.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Josh you need to get ready for the set, we’re on in 30,” he looked over me to Josh. 

“I’m so sorry man, I should’ve told you sooner,” his voice was breaking.

“Don’t apologize. You care about her, you should’ve told me sooner, but I know now and that’s all that matters. Now, we’ve got a show to put on. I’ll see you out there,” he smiled, before leaving the bus. Finally Josh and I were alone again. 

“Are you okay?” I asked, cupping his face. 

“Not really. I feel like crap. I royally messed up and now I have to go play a show in front of thousands of fans when all I want to do is crawl up into a ball and cry,” he shook his head in an attempt to wave off the tears. I pressed a kiss to his lips which he lazily returned. 

“You still love me right? This hasn’t messed anything up?” I searched his eyes looking for an answer. 

“I still love you Y/N, I’m just gonna have to figure out how to protect you from the world now. People are going to know about us now and I don’t want you to get hurt. Not to mention that Tyler and I’s dynamic is probably going to change now”

“You’re forgetting my brother is the frontman of this band Josh. I’ve had to deal with the fame stuff since I was 17. And Tyler doesn’t hate you, he’s just going to have to get used to us,” I smiled, dropping my hands from his face. 

“I guess you’re right,” he nodded, leaning forward to kiss me. I gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss. He was perfect in every way and finally he was able to be mine. “I love you,” he sighed into a soft smile. 

“JOSH! I swear, I have no idea what you’re doing in there but if you don’t get out here and on that damn stage I will tell Tyler what you two have been doing for the last year!” A voice that could only be Mark’s shouted from outside the bus. Josh got up quickly and ran in the direction of the stage as I followed slowly behind him. 

“I’m not even going to ask how you know we’re together but FYI Mark, Tyler walked in on us half an hour ago, so you’re a little bit behind with the blackmail.”

//

Please submit any requests y'all have! I love to write so let me know if you've got any!

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Another request QUEEN!! I loved loved loved the Josh fic it was amazing and has me coming back for more! First of all though, how are you? I realised we haven't talked much before lol. Anyways, my amazing spectacular request!!

RAB Tyler who is best friends/hiding his feelings with the reader. She's someone who works super hard, gets good grades and almost drives herself insane with all the extra curriculars she does yet still doesn't feel good enough. After having a stressful day she stops by his house feeling worthless and he comforts her, refusing to let her believe she's not amazing.

Thanks bestie!

AHHH THANK YOU BFF!!!🤗🤗 thank you so much for requesting more, you’re always welcomed i LOVE your ideas . i did kind of write this in a highschool setting 😣😣.

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THIS IS ME TRYING !

i always did my best. in school, life, everything. i needed to get into college, i NEEDED to get out of my house. however, college isn’t cheap. and i don’t exactly have the best support system, so it’s up to me. i’m in film club, national honors society and student council. i spend whatever free time studying or at my best friend, tyler’s house. it’s overwhelming, but i didn’t have many options. if i wanted to get into a good school and start living my life the way I want to, this had to be done. but today was rough, i spent all of last night finishing my college essay just to go to school bright and early the next day. i was so exhausted, but what else was new. except i had a test in my first two classes, a presentation for national honors society. and i had to stay late for a student council meeting.

i was used to the stress, however today was just awful. every little thing that could go wrong went wrong. i was late to school because my car broke down, which meant i missed taking the test. i tried to beg my teacher to still let me take it but he only said he'll think about letting me make it up. i NEEDED to take this test, it was a huge part of my grade. it wasn't fair. i gave my presentation for NHS, which went fine. except everyone's presentations were WAY better than mine was. it was obvious the amount of effort and time they spent on it, sure i put effort into mines. i was just missing the time, since i stayed up all night wednesday putting it together. i felt like an idiot. i sat alone at lunch, i only shared my lunch period with one of my friends. but she was busy hanging with her boyfriend. i ended up skipping and just spending the time volunteering at the library. the more hours the better. the day seemed to drag on, especially since i had to stay later. like most if not all the other kids who did student council, we were only doing it for our college applications. i didn't get along well with the other kids. not in the way where we would fight or anything. they were all just so pretentious and snobby. they would always undermind me, as if i could never be an intellectual individual like them. i spent the whole 4 hours i had to stay there wanting to stick my face in a hot pan of oil. when it was all FINALLY over, i sat in my car for a minute. i felt so.. worthless. everything i did didn't feel like enough, maybe it wasn't enough. what's the point of doing all these things if i wasn't even good at any of it? it wasn't long before tears filled my eyes. but i watched as the other kids from student council walked over to their fancy cars. and i realized the last thing i needed was for them to see me crying in car that probably should've been in a junkyard AGES ago. i didn't want to go home, my parents would only make me feel worse. i called tyler and asked if i could come over. he said yes and with that i drove over to his house in silence. my thoughts racing through my head were the only things i could hear. i will never be good enough. for anyone, for anything. what is the point in even trying?

eventually i knocked on tyler's door. to which he answered with a smile. it was a struggle for me to return one back. i didn't say anything at first, tyler was telling me about some story about him and josh. i couldn't focus though, my head was spinning. tyler noticed, he reached out and touched my shoulder lightly. "what's going on y/n?", tyler spoke softly. i tried to shrug it off, but tyler was more stubborn than i was.

"i know you're not okay, what's up?", tyler looked over at me softly. i wanted to tell him not to worry about it. my problems were stupid anyways. but i knew tyler wasn't one to let these kind of things go.

"what is the point of trying if i'll never be good enough.."

"trying to do what?"

"everything.", i let out a sigh.

"all i do is try, try, try. and yet i always fall short every single time i mean- it's exhausting.", as much as i tried to fight it tears fell from my eyes.

"i'm not good enough i-"

"y/n please.", tyler reached out and held my hand.

"you are more than amazing. you are the most hard working, driven person i know."

"you have to say that-"

"i mean it.", my cloudy eyes met tyler's brown ones.

"i think you're more than enough, you have such amazing things ahead of you. and that's all because of your dedication. i'm so proud of you.", i practically fell into tyler's arms. he rubbed my back as he spoke over my muffled sobs.

"you're so perfect to me y/n, i admire you.", those word silenced the negative thoughts pounding in my head. tyler's arms made me feel safe. i finally felt okay. i always knew tyler had a way with words thanks to his music. but this was so much better than that. i finally felt like i was enough.

“look at me y/n.”, i hesitated for a moment before i lifted my head up. this was the closest we’ve ever been, our inches only inches away from each other.

“i think you’re so lovely.”, my cheeks flushed a little bit. tyler’s compliment making my heart skip a beat.

“as long as you think so.”

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Same goes for me y’all! I’m still here and planning on getting some pieces out tonight 😘

Hey I didn’t forget yall hehe I’m still working on stuff ofc life gets in the way 😒 but all your positive comments / messages keep me motivated ! ☺️ also I’m open to DMs if any of yall want to obsess with me 🤭🤭

As of right now vampire!Tyler x reader is still on the top of my list but well see what comes next based off my mood writing lol

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Chapter Eleven

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Peak Beau assholeness

Word Count: 3079

Authors’ Note: We hope you enjoy this chapter! :) (picture credit)

February 2017 - After The Grammys After Party

“Do you think he’s going to be ok?” Jenna asked quietly.

You looked over at Josh, who was currently passed out on the Josephs’ couch. It had only been a few minutes since you got back to the house, but it had been the perfect amount of time for Josh to get comfortable and pass out. That wasn’t really a surprise to you, though. After a few too many drinks at the after party and a night of shenanigans, the sickness and exhaustion was finally hitting him.

“I hope so,” you said, turning back to Jenna.

“Should we call him an Uber?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you sighed. “He might puke in the backseat.”

“Then what do we do?”

“Let me talk to him.”

You walked over and took a seat on the couch near Josh. As gently as you could, you started to push at Josh’s shoulder, hoping it was enough to wake him up. After a few seconds, he slowly blinked his eyes open and turned to look at you.

“Did I fall asleep?” he asked.

“Yeah, you did.”

“Am I at Tyler’s?”

“Yeah.” He sighed and dropped his head back to the couch. “How are you feeling, Josh? We need to get you home.”

“Terrible.” You pursed your lips, trying to decide what to do from here on out. Before you had a chance to make a decision, Josh spoke again. “Can you take care of me?”

“What?” you asked, unsure that you had heard him correctly.

“Can you take care of me?”

“What, like take you home?”

“And stay with me.”

“Josh, I have to get home to Beau at some point.”

Josh made an audible noise of disgust. You barely managed to hold back a laugh, even though you knew it was wrong.

“You don’t have to stay all night,” he mumbled. “Just a little while. Please.”

You turned to look at Jenna for some sort of reassurance, but she had disappeared. The decision was up to you and you alone, it seemed. To be fair, Josh did seem like he was in pretty bad shape and Beau didn’t know how long Grammy after parties went on…

“Ok, but I can’t stay long.”

“You’re coming?” Josh asked, the excitement in his voice was obvious.

“Only for a little.”

“Ok.”

“Alright, you stay right here. I’m going to go tell Jenna and Tyler what’s going on.”

You found the two of them in the kitchen, having a quiet conversation while Jenna drank some water. They turned to you as you walked in the room.

“How is he doing?” Tyler asked.

“Still bad, but I’m going to take him home and stay with him for a little while so you two don’t have to deal with him.”

“Oh, you are?” Tyler asked, raising his eyebrows. Beside him, Jenna was smiling against the rim of her cup.

“Just to make sure he doesn’t get sick or injure himself. Shouldn’t you be thanking me because I’m taking him off your hands?” you laughed.

“Thank you,” Jenna smiled, briefly shooting a look at her husband. “If he gets to be too much, just give one of us a call and we can come over, ok?”

“I will. Anyway, we should probably get out of here.”

“Not before you hug me!” Jenna said, setting her cup down and walking around the counter.

She gave you a big hug before handing you off to Tyler. He was still smirking as he held his arms out to you.

“Congrats again,” you said as you hugged him. “You two deserve it. And thank you for letting me come along on this crazy ride.”

“We couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Alright, now let’s go get that idiot in the car.”

*     *     *

Twenty minutes later, you were standing in the entryway of Josh’s house with one arm looped around his middle. It had been awhile since the last time you were here, mostly because it was a fight with Beau anytime you told him you were going over. In fact, the last time you had been here was the night Josh asked you to be his “date” to the Grammys in the first place.

“You remember where the bedroom is?” Josh asked, putting an end to your reminiscing.

Taking a deep breath as you set your purse and keys down onto his end table by the door, you nodded your head in response to him with a slight laugh.

"I don't think so... I wasn't really given a tour the last time I was here, but I think that I'll manage."

Josh made a face and then slowly followed you down the hall, his feet dragging slightly due to how plastered he was, making it all the more difficult to hold him up, but you managed. Upon entering his bedroom, you turned on the light and looked around a bit at the surprisingly normal walls and decor. You had half expected his room to be a fanboy shrine to any of his favorite drummers. In that moment, you supposed it to be a silly thought as he wasn't a teenager. Shaking your head and smirking a bit, you continued with him over to his bed. Letting out a sigh, you plopped him down on the side and moved your arms a bit to release the tension that had built up in your shoulders.

"Okay, Dun. Come on now. You need to get changed into your pajamas. That looks like something you may have worn last night." You point to some folded up clothes at the end of his bed as he glanced with half open eyes. "Just use those. I'll be in the hall while you change." 

You turned on your heel and then left his bedroom, closing the door behind you, despite his whining and complaining of needing help. There was no way that you were going to willingly undress him and help him into his clothes outside of your job and pay grade. Not that you wouldn't want to, but it would just be torture knowing that you both can't do anything about it.

After a few moments of leaning against the wall, you heard Josh call your name and decided to open the door again to see him now laying down on the bed in his pajamas. Thankfully, he wasn't shirtless, so this made things a bit easier on you. Just a tee and his sweatpants.

"How are you doing? Feeling okay? I can bring the garbage can over if you need to throw up. I can even get you some water."

"No... no, I'm okay. I just need to rest right now. Thank you for helping me home, Y/N. I don't think I could've done it without you." He gave you a smile.

With a laugh, you shook your head and crossed your arms across your chest, "Oh, it's fine! You would've done the same for me. I should probably go home now, though."

With that being said, Josh sat up and looked at you with a pout, "Going home? You don't think that you can stay for a little while? Maybe to just... relax and lay in bed with me to watch TV?"

You sighed, "Josh, I don't think that I -"

"Please."

Fighting internally with yourself for a bit, you decided against your better judgement to stay. "Okay, fine. But, only for a while! I don't want Beau to worry."

Josh made a face at your remark, but then nodded his head and sighed as he looked over your clothes. "Are you going to wear that? I have some extra clothes if you want to change into them to be comfortable."

Looking down to your clothes that you had changed into after the awards ceremony, you figured that he was probably right about not being comfortable in them. Taking him up on his offer, you walked over to his dresser and pulled some fresh joggers and a tee out from the drawer.

"You get whatever movie you want on. I'm going to change in the bathroom," you stated and Josh responded to you with a nod. Taking a deep breath, you walked into the bathroom across the hall and closed the door behind you, remembering to lock it up. Changing out of your clothes and into his, you stared at yourself for a moment in the mirror and just looked over how you looked. You had to admit that you often thought about times like this with him... although, it usually didn't involve Beau in the mix. Lifting some of the shirt up, you sniffed it a bit and thought you could vaguely smell Josh's cologne on it, even after it had been washed.

Clearing your throat and shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you made your way back into his room with your clothes folded up neatly in a pile, now being placed on the floor. You closed his door and then looked over to the television, seeing X-Files playing on the screen, causing you to smirk and roll your eyes. Of course he was watching that. You made your way to the unoccupied side of the bed and then slowly laid down as far away as you could get. Feeling eyes on you and then hearing a slight huff shortly after, you looked over to Josh and saw him staring.

"You're really going to lay that far from me? Do I have cooties or something, Y/N?"

You laughed and shook your head, blushing a bit to him. "It's not that... I just don't think that it's really... professional."

"Okay, you're not my boss right now. You're my friend. I need my friend for a while. No funny business, I promise."

Narrowing your eyes at him, you watched as he opened his arms to you and then you scooted toward him. Getting under the covers, you moved to lay in his arms as they enveloped themselves around you. You had to admit that it was the most comfortable that you had ever been. Using Josh's arm as a pillow, you closed your eyes in relaxation, but then felt his hand rest on your hips, causing you to tense up not because it made you feel disgusted, but because of the complete opposite. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you dared not open your eyes, because you knew that your faces were only mere inches apart. Instead, you settled on listening to his own heartbeat just as crazy as yours. And before you knew it... you were asleep.

*     *     *

You woke up to the sound of your alarm blasting right near your ear. That should have been the first sign that something was wrong, considering you hadn’t taken the time to set an alarm the night before, but in your tired state you simply turned it off and rolled a little further into Beau’s chest. His arms were wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn’t snoring. You smiled as you draped an arm over his side, letting your fingers trace idle patterns on his back.

Your alarm started blasting hardly thirty seconds later, bringing you right back from the edge of falling into a peaceful sleep. With a grumble, you reached over and grabbed your phone. Something was obviously messed up with your alarm and you needed to get to the bottom of it. Your stomach dropped the moment that you realized why your “alarm” wasn’t working. It wasn’t an alarm at all, but a phone call.

From Beau.

It only took a second for everything to come together in your head. The arms wrapped around you weren’t those of your boyfriend, but Josh, who was still fast asleep despite the numerous phone calls you had received that morning. You frantically got out of bed, no longer caring if you woke him up in the process. Your chest was heaving as you struggled to take in breath.

How the hell were you going to explain this?

The call eventually went to voicemail, giving you your first glimpse of your homescreen. It was flooded with notifications: Twitter, texts, voicemails, news articles, pretty much everything that you could think of. You scrolled through it for a moment, trying to get a hold on what was happening. Josh was still passed out on the bed.

dunlover: “look how cute y/n and josh were at the grammys together last night!! #shipped”

pilotsstan08: “you can’t tell me they aren’t together. look at the way josh is looking at her!”

tylerrrjosephsss: “get you a girl that looks at you the way y/n looks at josh”

You locked your phone and threw it down on the bed, only for it to start ringing again a few moments later. Beau’s picture was shining on the screen, smiling up at you. The mere sight of it filled your stomach with discomfort. You ignored the call and then sent him a quick text, telling him you would be home soon. He answered with a frowning face.

You frantically gathered your things and stuffed them into your purse. The sooner you got home, the less pissed that Beau was likely to be. Your mind was already racing with possibilities of what lie you could tell him to get him off your case. Maybe you could give Jenna a call and see if she would be willing to cover for you.

You were about to leave when you caught sight of Josh. He was still fast asleep, with his face pressed up into a pillow and the covers half-kicked off of his lower body. His arms were out at a weird angle from where you had previously been laying. You desperately wished that you were still there; his arms were the only place that you felt truly safe, it seemed.

You shook your head. Although your feelings for Josh were old news by now, Beau was still in the picture. There was no point in entertaining your thoughts about him as long as acting on them wasn’t an option.

After debating whether or not you should wake Josh up and let him know you were leaving, you decided on texting him later in the afternoon to explain what happened. There was a good chance that he didn’t even know you had spent the night, anyway. Not to mention that you weren’t so sure you would be able to say no if he asked you to stay just a little longer. You settled for one last glance at his sleeping form before grabbing your things and heading downstairs.

*     *     *

“Where the hell were you?”

You hadn’t even closed the front door yet and Beau’s voice was already raised. He was standing in the entryway, still wearing pajamas and looking like a mess. His hair was sticking up at all angles.

“At a friend’s.” Your voice sounded small. Defeated. Beau had only said one sentence to you and it wasn’t even accusatory.

“And you couldn’t let me know where you were because…?”

“I didn’t mean to stay over there. We were watching some TV and I fell asleep on the couch. I texted you as soon as I woke up.”

“Which friend?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked away the tears that were already forming.

“Which friend, Y/N? Answer me.”

“Jenna and Tyler.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Yes you are. I can read it in your face, Y/N. Where were you actually?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “You don’t control who I get to spend time with.”

“I think I get to have a say if you stay out all night without telling me!”

“It was a fucking accident, Beau! I think it’s pretty bold of you to accuse me of lying when you aren’t even listening to the words coming out of my mouth!”

“You were with that Josh guy, weren’t you?” he asked, ignoring everything you had just said. “Weren’t you?”

“I wasn’t with Josh!”

“I saw the pictures, Y/N. Did you think I wouldn’t? They’re all over Twitter. It’s obvious that something is going on between you two. You’ve probably been fucking him for months by now.”

Hot tears were streaming down your face now, though it was mostly a result of anger. Infidelity had always been a weak spot for you and Beau knew that.

“There is nothing going on between me and Josh. Nothing. I have been loyal to you since we got together.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you wearing his clothes?”

Your stomach dropped, but you tried not to let it show on your face. In your rush to leave Josh’s, you had forgotten to change out of the clothes that he had given you.

“Stop,” you muttered.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N. I’ve seen how you look at him. I’ve heard how you talk about him. I knew it from the moment that he came over here to help you pack. Why do you think I’ve always had it out for him?”

“If it’s so obvious to you, then why do you insist on staying in this relationship?”

“Because I’m helping you.” Beau’s voice had dropped back to a normal volume, but the icy undertone was still there.

“Helping me?”

“Come on, Y/N, you really think that he likes you? You know he’s just using you and will move on to the next best thing when he gets the chance. It’s all about the chase right now.”

You bit down on your lip to stop it from trembling. Tears were still streaming down your face, but you no longer cared. You let them fall.

“Josh isn’t like that,” you shook your head, desperately wanting to believe it yourself.

“Of course he is. He’s famous. That’s what all celebrities do.”

You continued to shake your head, but you couldn’t deny that Beau’s words were having an effect on you. Maybe it really was all about the chase.

“Come here,” Beau said, suddenly changing to his comforting tone. “It’s ok.”

You didn’t move, even when Beau wrapped his arms around you. His hands stroked along your hair as he talked softly to you, but you weren’t listening. His words were stuck in your head, rattling around until they were the only words you could hear.

You really think he likes you?

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[malfoys-demigod]

Imagine Tyler trying to make Josh ask you out.

What if Tyler saw the way Josh would look at you. He found it cute, and would tease him whenever you were nearby. Then, later on Tyler would encourage him to ask you out already!

Sometimes Tyler would say, “Dude, c’mon you have to ask her already!” Or would nudge him whenever you would say hi to them.

[when-worlds-end]

INTRODUCTION

PARDON MY DELAY Written by Nessrin

Conception ~ September 4th, 2024 4:55AM Published ~ · · · Finished ~ · · ·

MEET THE CHARACTERS

CLANCY She's red, but I want to paint her yellow.

THE TORCHBEARER You're delaying the inevitable.

NAVI Heavy is the sunset that holds the sun.

PLAYLIST

0:00 Navigating | Twenty One Pilots | "Pardon my delay, I'm navigating..." 3:44 Overcompensate | Twenty One Pilots | "Don't hesitate to maybe overcompensate..." 7:42 Vignette | Twenty One Pilots | "Clinging to promises..." 11:05 Oldies Station | Twenty One Pilots | "Make an oath, then make mistakes..." 14:54 My Blood | Twenty One Pilots | "Stay with me, no, you don't need to run..." 18:45 Chlorine | Twenty One Pilots | "When I leave don't save my seat..." 24:10 Jumpsuit | Twenty One Pilots | "Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me..."

AUTHOR'S NOTES Due to the lore of Trench and Dema being kept secret, I am operating under the belief that after the original Clancy commits vialism, Tyler takes on the mantle of Clancy to continue his legacy.

DISCLAIMER I do not own any rights to Twenty One Pilots, their lyrics are not mine, their composition is not mine, their timeline is not mine, nor do I know them personally. Everything that happens in this story is a work of pure fiction and written explicitly for entertainment. If the members or their families ever state that they do not want fanfiction written about them/their loved ones, in whatever capacity that may relate to my story, I will take it down and respect all boundaries set.

I only own the storyline and any characters I personally created (EX : Navi)

[liseytopia]

WOAH WHAT?

wc is 7.5k but i ate up ALLLLL of it

Lucky Day [Josh Dun x Reader]

Title; Lucky Day Pairing; Josh Dun x AFAB!Reader Rating: Explicit CW; Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs

summary; You win a random raffle for a VIP Meet and Greet with Twenty One Pilots during the Clancy World Tour. But when you're left alone in a green room with Josh Dun while Tyler fixes something with the sound check, well, your luck just keeps getting better.

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You didn’t even know that the competition was going on.

You were never one to pay too much attention to social media, especially when it came to trying to hide spoilers of your favorite band’s upcoming tour. The Clancy Tour was supposed to be an amazing show, from your online friend’s spoiler-free descriptions of events. Pyrotechnics and the boys moving all around the entire arena, making sure that every person in every seat had something fun to look forward to. It was really sweet, you thought, how far they were going for this tour. It was a big one, after all, so why wouldn’t they? Your heartbeat was racing in line as you bounced on your feet, seeing each of the security guards offering out numbered bracelets to each person with smiles.

“Here you go,” One said when she finally reached you, “Looks like you’re 121.”

You were a little disappointed not to get double digits for your first show, but you didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth as you grinned and thanked her. She flashed something of a knowing smile for only a second before moving on to the others behind you. You slipped the band around your wrist and wiggled it into place, looking around curiously to check if anyone else was leaving for food or rest so that you could sneak alongside them. The last thing you wanted was all of these people seeing you scurry away. The thought of all of those eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

“Hey, what’s your number?”

It was a different security guard this time, talking to the small chunk of you that had just received bands. The people around you rattled off their numbers as they gazed at their wrists. The security man's eyes settled on you. Your gaze flashed to your band and you repeated 121 to him. The man nodded and pointed at you, reaching out his hand with a quick, “Come with me, please.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you felt your head spin with shock. Did you do something wrong? Had you cut someone by mistake? You looked around at the others in line, all equally as confused as you were. With a shaky nod, you shimmied your way from the line and followed behind the security guard while trying to ignore the wetness of your palms growing ever intense. Panic rattled your head, loud and obtrusive in its indignancy.

You’re going to get kicked out of the show. Someone framed you for a crime. You were complained about and now they had to sort it out and-.

“Here.”

You blinked in surprise, returning to reality as you looked down at the thin, cleanly cut orange wristband with the words ‘VIP WINNER’ across the plastic in white, blocky font. The Clancy logo rested next to it, also in white, a clear indication of its finality alongside it stamped with the Fueled By Ramen trademark at the very edge. It was a legit thing. Your brows furrowed as you took it in your hand, looking back up to the small group of venue organizers and security you had just realized you were brought to.

“O-Oh um. What is this for?” You wondered, holding it up dumbly.

“We decided for a few of these shows to do a little raffle,” One of the venue managers, possibly a Twenty One Pilots crew member, explained, “They’re pretty hush, but we’ve been choosing one or two people at random in the GA line for a small meet and greet with the band. If you aren’t interested in it, we can take it back and redraw a number. Otherwise, if you want to, just talk with venue security at 3:00. Make sure it’s no later than 3:30, though, or we’ll revoke access.”

Meet and Greet. VIP. The words spun in your head as your smile spread on your lips and you nodded. Your legs were shaking and your body was vibrating with excitement. Anticipation. You had won something like that? You must have used up all of your luck for the year, surely, but somehow you were okay with that. Okay because you could come back at three and meet them. You could meet Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph.

And Josh Dun. You had said that already, though.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Tyler, of course. His lyrics hit you where it hurt and his intensity was something you admired greatly. Josh, though…

You thought of pictures of him. His squinty smile as he stuck his broad tongue out to cameras for photographs. His messy hair, now under-dyed red against his strong jaw. His entire body practically rippled every time he hit his drum set in videos, sending beads of sweat flying off of his forehead as he kept beat. The same sweat that made him shine under stage lights and…

“Any questions?”

“N-No. No, thank you. I’ll just be back at 3 then?”

“Yep, that’s all there is to it.”

You guarded your wristband with a thank you and hurried off, shoving it in your pocket and keeping your hand on it as you weaved around people. You tried to ignore the paranoia that all of their eyes were on you. That they had known what you were receiving.

Luckily you made it home in one piece, with enough time to throw yourself into your bathroom for a half-hour shower. You rubbed your hair and body with your favorite scented shampoo and body wash, lathering yourself up to drown in your signature smell. You brushed your teeth at least three times, flossing and throwing back some mouthwash for an extra kick of minty freshness. You bit your lips and watched your face carefully, brows furrowed as you attempted to decide if makeup was a good idea or not. You decided to just wear Chapstick. You’d sweat off all of the makeup in the pit at the end of the night anyway, you forgot to buy setting spray.

The outfit was what took the longest. You swore you felt like you were spending hours debating between two pairs of pants and a mini-skirt when your phone chimed with a reminder you had set up earlier. 2:00. You had an hour to dress and book it to the venue. With a huff and a quick ‘fuck it’ you decided to go with what you knew would be the most practical in a tightly packed pit. Pants with a couple extra pockets, hanging low on your hips as you threw over a Clancy shirt you had chopped up into something of a cropped tank top for the hot weather of your city.

You made it to the venue a little early after. The ten-minute wait until exactly 3:00 was killing you. When the digits of your phone finally switched, however, you mumbled a polite ‘excuse me’ to those in line before reaching the front. The security guard looked at you, a different one from earlier. You cleared your throat and pulled out your wristband from your pocket, relieved you hadn’t forgotten to trade it from your previous pants.

His eyes lit up in understanding and he opened the door to the venue for you. You heard just a few mumbles behind you but chose to ignore them as you entered the space. Air conditioning hit you immediately, making you sigh in appreciation as your wristband was wrapped around your right hand and your ticket for the actual show was scanned. “The doors open at 6:15 and the band has a final sound check at 5, just for some finishing touches. Just wait here while we get you your escort.”

You nodded, mind buzzing as you stood awkwardly beyond the entryway of the space. Your eyes caught those outside through the glass doors, watching you with frowns of curiosity. Blushing and awkward, you shuffled away from the doorway and down the hall a little further towards the venue’s stage. You bit your lip and bounced on your heels as you watched a familiar-looking man hurry towards you with a grin on his lips and a clipboard between his hands. He looked tired.

“Hi! I’m Mark,” He greeted with a nod at you, “You’re the VIP Winner, right?”

“O-Oh! Yeah, yeah that’s me, I’m Y/N” You laughed nervously, “I’m still in shock from that, honesty. I didn’t think I’d get so lucky.”

“Everyone’s day comes.” Mark laughed with you as he tilted his head, “Well then, Y/N, let's head over. The basic gist of it is that you can come backstage and I’ll introduce you to Tyler and Josh. We have a bit of a little lunch set up in the back, not much just sandwiches, but you can have some if you’d like. Any food allergies?”

“Oh, no, thanks for asking though.”

“All good. I’ll have to have you leave around the final sound check since they’ll need to warm up after.”

“That’s so fine,” You agreed with a nod. You’d still get, what, a couple of hours alone with the both of them? Your mind was on fire and you hoped it wasn’t also on your cheeks as you scurried behind Mark, quickening your legs a bit in order to keep up with him. He must be built for walking fast at this point in his life.

The walk was around the main entrance to the stage and into the backrooms. Security smiled at Mark and greeted him as they let you both through. You tried to stick close, terrified of getting separated, until you came to the open space of a shared break room. Security guards and stage crew were all chatting, munching on sandwiches, and sipping water with grins on their faces. No music played, the room was only filled with talk. You admired the space as Mark pointed it to you, explaining it was where the food was and you were welcome to it. You were shown the bathroom, given a small peak of the stage being used, and then brought all the way backstage until you saw a single piece of printer paper taped to the front of a door.

TWENTY-ONE PILOTS: TALENT

Your heart was a roar in your ears, a crashing wave as you wiped your hands on your pants awkwardly. Mark knocked on the door a few times, calling out after, “Tyler, Josh, you guys decent? I brought the VIP for the Meet and Greet!”

A voice called after a beat of a pause, “Bring ‘em in Markie.”

With a roll of his eyes, Mark opened up the door and gestured for you to go in first. You almost couldn’t move, but you somehow willed your legs into the space regardless.

It was a medium-sized room, with a long countertop that doubled as a sunken vanity in front of a mirror. The other side was decorated with pictures of other performers who had been in the room, their signatures signed on each of them. A couch was tucked under the photographs, and that was where Tyler was sitting with his legs crossed as he peered down at his phone. Josh was standing, however, with a bottle of water in his hand as he pulled at the center of his tank top to allow air to flow between the fabric.

Josh looked up at you first and you swore you were going to melt right there. He smiled as your eyes met, nervous but welcoming as he approached you and Mark with an eager wave of his hand. You swore he’d be wagging his tail if he had one. It made your shoulders relaxed as you smiled back at him, extending your hand as he did his. Your palms touched and you were almost relieved to find that his were literally just as sweaty as yours. You both seemed to tense at it, but your smiles helped you both to come to an understanding that nothing had to be said about it.

Tyler appeared second, his hand in yours for only a moment as he balanced his phone in his other with a polite smile at you as well. “It’s nice to meet you,” Tyler’s voice was kind but shy as he nodded.

“You too,” You laughed in disbelief, “It’s amazing to be able to be here and see you guys. Your music’s done a lot for me, it really has. I’m sure you hear it all the time, but, seriously. I’m excited to see you live tonight.”

“Have you seen any shows before?” Josh questioned. You shook your head ‘no’.

“First time.” You laughed, “It was my Lucky Day to get this too, I suppose.”

“Maybe it was fate.” Josh laughed, and you looked up at him in surprise. His cheeks were rosy as he watched you. His eyes, for a moment, seemed to linger down at the exposed space of your stomach as your crop top rode up before snapping back to your face as you turned to him. The thought made you blush, embarrassed. Did he think your shirt was weird? Was he uncomfortable with your stomach? You tugged at the edges of your shirt slightly, hoping he didn’t notice as you nodded politely.

Mark left the three of you alone, promising to come back when the time was up and for both boys to text him if something came up. Security was right outside the door, giving them time and the boys a safety net in case anything happened. You never would, naturally, but you could imagine how this would have gone if someone with more sinister intentions had gotten in. It seemed to be part of being famous.

Luckily, the three of you grew more comfortable as time went on. Josh led the conversations mostly, asking you about your life and how you found the band. As you talked you relaxed, and that seemed to make Tyler become more open as well. He seemed to be harder to open up than Josh, who was practically holding onto your words and engaging them with questions and small jokes. The jokes bubbled laughter from both of your lips as he did, his phrases sweet but funny as you smiled at him.

It began to grow clear that you and Josh had similar interests. You had expressed your want to learn drums but never had the time with your life. You feared failure and the concept of having to keep so many beats at once with a set overwhelmed you. Josh, eager to prove that it was not hard at all, pulled you to the couch with him so he could teach you basic counting by slapping the coffee table in front of you. You followed his movements and, soon, the both of you were drumming on the wood in sync. The beat wasn’t bad, surely a song you had known from their setlist, as Josh played it with professional ease.

“You’re not bad at all!” Josh complimented as he looked at you from his side, “Maybe you should play a show.”

“Oh god no,” You snorted as you shook your head at him, “In front of that many people? You’re way braver than I am for that, you know?”

“The energy is worth it,” Josh smiled, all teeth, as he looked at you, “But the fire on stage does make it hot.”

‘Yeah you are’ you thought, but bit your lip to prevent the words from falling out on accident.

“Damnit,” Tyler’s voice snapped the both of you out of your conversation. Looking up, you saw the singer running a hand through his hair with a loud groan and a shake of his head. When he looked at you, his face was both anxious and apologetic as he bit his lip.

“The sound mixer is messing up and practically skipping three songs in the setlist,” Tyler complained, frustrated, “I need to go up there and check what they are so I can transfer them from my phone. I’m so sorry, Y/N, it’ll just be a bit. Josh, are you alright here with them?”

“Oh! Yeah, for sure,” Josh nodded, “Go ahead, man, just let me know if you need me out there.”

“I’ll be fine,” Tyler shook his head with a smile, “Just make sure Y/N gets a good lucky day!”

With that he shut the door, leaving you and Josh alone in the green room. Without another to talk with, it felt more…intimate. He felt so close, suddenly, next to you on that couch. Your knees were touching, his skin against yours in his cargo shorts as he kept his hands on the table along with you.

You tried to peek at him from the corner of your eyes. His hair curled around his jawline, fluffy with soft red edges around his neck. Some of his skin was colored too, from where the dye had gotten into his skin and remained there until a few more washes. It must have just been done for the show. You looked down further at his nose, so crooked and long. Lips that bent as he smiled, perfect teeth that you couldn’t help but guess the feeling of on your skin and-.

“Do I have something on my face?”

“No! No no no, sorry!” You flushed red, rubbing the back of your neck, “I didn’t think I was staring for that long is all, my bad.”

“What, at me?” Josh blushed in surprise.

You remained silent, looking away from his gaze by putting your face in your hands and trying not to scream in complete embarrassment. You felt tears reach your eyes, unable to help yourself, as your mind raced through the current situation. You hadn’t hidden your crush well enough. You had looked too long. If you explained yourself he’d call you a creep and call security to escort you out without even being able to say bye to Tyler and to thank Mark. Your words stuck in your throat as you inhaled shakily.

“Woah! Hey, hey, hey.”

Arms were around you, dragging you into a firm side as Josh rubbed his palm along your back. You tensed but allowed his touch to soothe you slightly as he pressed in and out according to your breathing. An effort to not make you hyperventilate. It was welcome as you tried to hold your tears back in and pull your hands from your face, sniffling and coughing as you fought away the attack with his help.

“I’m. Ok. I’m sorry.” You were quiet, afraid of your own voice as you nodded, “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Josh smiled as he pulled his arms from around you, “I know that feeling. Pressure usually helps.”

“…Do you feel scared before you go on stage all the time?” You wondered, genuinely curious as you leaned back on the couch with an exhausted sigh.

Josh thought for a moment.

“I used to be, I think,” He leaned back with you too, “But now, with Tyler and how far we’ve come…It’s just easier to realize that, well, we’re kind of good at what we do. We love the feeling of the crowd. When I hear so many people from so many different angles I do feel nervous, yeah, but…also excited?”

You stared at him as he watched you back, and he licked his lips with a nervous laugh, “Sorry, I have a hard time wording things. It’s why I don’t talk in interviews that much. Tyler knows everything.”

“No! No, it was really helpful, honestly.” You reached out to give him a reassuring squeeze on his knee, just like he did to your shoulders when you panicked, “Thank you, really. Even if Tyler is busy, I’m honored.”

“Even if it’s just me?” Josh grinned playfully, but the words kind of hurt your heart. Did he think of himself as ‘just him’ often? You knew people online loved Tyler. They loved his lyrics and his energy. Many people loved Josh, too but somehow he still thought that?

“Because it’s you,” You emphasized with the most serious expression you could manage against your nerves, “Don’t tell Tyler, but I’ve always been in your lane more.”

He looked surprised, “Really?”

“Of course! Seeing you go out there and do your best despite your anxiety is amazing. Even from the bits you’ve been singing this tour, everyone is so proud of you. I am too. You’re just…Just so.”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from moving downwards just a bit. From his eyes to his lips and then to his chest, which was straining against the fabric of his tank top currently. You tried to swiftly pull them away before you could get caught as you swallowed thickly, “So amazing, is all.”

His cheeks glowed a rosy hue after a few moments, brown eyes wide and all but sparkling under the green room light. He looked so beautiful like this. You couldn’t believe you were in the room with him while he gazed at you with such surprise. You stared at his face, determined to remember every line and imperfection you possibly could. Your hand didn’t move from his knee, squeezing appreciatively as you bit your lip. Once you were sure he noticed you staring for too long, though, you moved your hand from him.

You weren’t expecting his hand to jut out and catch your wrist with a soft ‘wait’ leaving his lips. Freezing up, you stared at him in surprise. He seemed to have surprised himself, too, based on his look. The recovery was quick, though, because Josh cleared his throat and murmured something almost anxiously, “I-I-um. Do you…”

“Do I…?” You furrowed your brow.

“Are you single?” He asked, allowing the words to tumble out before he could second guess them. You blinked once. Twice. You weren’t sure you heard him right.

“Huh?”

“I said um. Uh. Single. Are you?” He seemed to have trouble repeating his phrase. This was likely as embarrassing for him as it was for you and your cheeks felt like they were going to burn your face. Flames licked up to your ears and on the back of your neck as you sat up a little straighter and tried to find the words you were looking for. Anything that could help in this situation as you felt his hand tighten around your wrist hopefully. It sent sparks that led straight to your core as you shook your head.

“I’m uh. Single and ready to mingle.” You laughed at your bad joke, but it was okay because so did he.

“Are you asking…me…out?” You worried you’d be too forward with the assumption. Relief overtook you when he nodded his head in confirmation. You laughed in awe, breathy before nodding in agreement.

“To be fair,” Josh swallowed, as if holding something back, “I’d do…a lot more than just ask you out right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can I show you?”

“Uh,” You blushed, “Sure.”

Then he was leaning forward. Then his lips pressed to yours, tender and testing. You felt your shoulders tense as he held your hand rather than your wrist now, entwining your fingers hesitantly as he did so. You took a moment to register just what was happening before deciding this was just part of the luck you had stumbled upon. Closing your eyes, you let yourself lean into the kiss in an attempt to return it with just as much care as he was offering you.

He smiled against your mouth, happy to have you interacting with him, and then deepened his kiss. He made soft little noises in the back of his throat as he tongued at your lips, parting them to taste the back of your teeth with one long, broad sweep. God, his tongue was so broad. So much different and so, so much more filling in your smaller mouth than you thought possible. You moaned, unable to hold it back as your head spun around the room. Josh’s shoulders tensed and he inhaled sharply through his nose as he registered the sound.

When the both of you pulled away, Josh shuddered. He cast his eye swiftly to the doorway and bit his lip. You followed his gaze carefully, watching as he stood up and hopped over to the entrance. With careful, very slow movements, he did his best to lock the door without alerting the security guards on the other side. He gave you another look, a final wonder of confirmation. Did you want this? Was this okay?

You steeled your courage. This would be your one chance. Sitting up to face him a little more, you leaned back on the couch to shyly spread your legs while biting at your lip. You tried to invite him in with your body language. With the smile on your lips as you dug your fingers into the couch with a shaky sigh. That seemed to do it, at least, because you watched Josh’s eyes grow darker with hunger as he licked his lips without giving it much thought.

He covered the distance in just a few striders, impressive and eager. His lips were on you again as he grabbed your hips, maneuvering the both of you so that you were lying down on the couch and he was hovering over you. The position was a little awkward, given the size of the couch in comparison to the spread of Josh’s legs, but Josh could still kiss you. He could still reach out with one hand and run it along your skin, feeling up the bare expanse that your crop top showed off to him. He moaned as he gave your softer side a squeeze.

His hand covered so much of your body. His grip was calloused in comparison to your softer skin. His fists held the sides of your fat firmly, running fingers over the edges and admiring the softness of your body as he let them wander further up. His tongue pried your mouth open again, unabashed now in the way he was licking and searching. You were helpless to do anything but arch into his touches and offer little moans of appreciation for the things he did well.

He listened to you as his hand touched your chest, feeling the material of your underwear beneath his fingers and moaning into your mouth. When he pulled away, his mouth was wet with drool and desperation. His eyes searched yours, thrilled and needy, and you whimpered at the sight. You reached out, finally letting yourself touch him.

Your hands cupped his cheeks, feeling along his jawline. It tensed a little, but relaxed as you stroked under his chin, hand going around his neck to feel his Adam’s apple bob eagerly. Your fingers lowered further to the edge of his tank top, tracing his collarbone before feeling at the material of it curiously. Without a second to spare, Josh sat up and pulled the shirt over his head. Your breath hitched as you realized the sight that was offered before you, and you swore you got even more wet.

“Holy shit.” You spoke, unable to control the words as Josh laughed breathily. You sat up, inching your own crop top off of your body and throwing it alongside his shirt on the floor. Josh wasted no time in taking both of your breasts into his hand, giving them a firm squeeze. When he was satisfied, he rolled the flesh in his hands, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra. You gasped and whined, arching into the feeling until he got the hint and reached behind you.

There was a moment of Josh fumbling with your bra strap, biting his lips and concentration. You giggled and put a hand on his chest, asking him quietly to sit up a bit more. He complied, releasing you in favor of letting you sit up enough to undo your bra, letting it slide down to the floor with your shirt. You blushed as Josh stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth parted to reveal the pink tip of his tongue sticking out. His chest rose and fell, and your own greedy hands couldn’t be stopped.

Your palm rested on one of his pecs, inhaling as you felt the firmness of it. Josh shuddered under your touch, his voice a soft moan of appreciation as you massaged the flesh, letting your fingers brush along his nipple. He shivered at that, so you did the same to the other and now he whimpered. You smiled, delighted at your findings, before letting your hand drop further down, reveling in the way his abdomen rippled under you. He was solid, just like you had imagined. All hard edges and muscles in the best of ways. You let your hands stop right at the edge of his cargo shorts and your eyes focused on the growing tent that rested between his legs in awe.

“Um,” Josh whispered, trying to keep his breathing even as you touched him, “How far do you want to go?”

You hadn’t thought about that, really. Briefly, you considered the situation, looking at the door and then at the man over you. You bit your lip, considering the time. Considering that Tyler might come back. It hurt because, well, you wanted all of him inside of you. You wanted every inch of that man right there and then. Still, he was a guy you had just met, regardless of how many times you’ve seen his abs on your phone. This was still a public place, and you didn’t want to ruin the day of a staff member for having to clean things off of a couch that wasn’t really necessary.

“Um. It’s a little public,” You admitted with a flush, “But…I’d like to um. We could use our mouths for now?”

His cheeks pinkened again, and he nodded with another lick of his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah. Plenty of time, right?” He laughed as if trying to convince himself.

You smiled at him reassuringly, reaching out to touch his cheek again with your hand. He leaned into it, you weren’t sure if it was subconscious or not, though.

“Yeah.” You reassured him gently, “Maybe after the first date.”

This seemed to perk him up. At least enough so that he grabbed the hem of your own loose pants and began to slide them down slowly from your hips. You allowed him to remove them until they were down to your ankles, your shoes preventing any further removal. There was plenty of room to spread your legs, though, especially as Josh moved himself just enough to go for his own buckles. He pulled his pants open, lowering them along with his boxers. This was it, you realized as your mouth pooled with drool, this was definitely your lucky day.

His cock was hard, springing free and slapping against his firm stomach. You had always imagined it on the larger side, but holy shit was it different to see it up close. As it throbbed it leaked, precum beading fervently at the tip. A strand of it dripped from the head, leaking down in a long, thin strand onto his pants below. You moaned despite yourself, hungry for the sight before you.

With both of you pantless, it was Josh who made the first move. His hands grabbed your hips and spread you apart, maneuvering your body until you sat normally on the couch with himself on his knees in front of you. The coffee table had been shoved a few inches back to give him room, but his big hands on either side of your thighs made goosebumps erupt on your shoulders.

He pulled you so close to his face that his nose bumped your soft clit, making you whimper. Your core clenched around nothing as his warm breath hit you, ghosting over your folds. He chuckled, amused by your sensitivity as you moved one hand to wrap itself in his curly hair. Giving you one last smile, Josh dove forward without any other warning. His broad tongue licked a solid stripe up the expanse of your lips, dipping down inside just at the top and flicking his clit with his tongue.

You threw your head back into the soft couch, sinking back into it as you whimpered and cried out at his ministrations. He tested things first, giving you long licks and then short thrusts to see which ones pulled the best sounds from you. He focused on the way your hand twisted in his hair or the way your hips tried to buck against his strong grip. Eventually, his tongue found a rhythm of things that made you keen under his touch. He alternated between thrusting his tongue languidly inside of you before licking up to your clit and sucking gently. The pressure applied by his lips was heaven, and you cried out his name in shock as he scraped his pearly teeth against your sensitive bud. Your hips bucked hard, your hand tightening in his hair as you gasped out his name. You slapped your hand over your mouth immediately, gaze shooting towards the door in panic.

Josh grinned, pleased with the reaction, before continuing on. This time, however, he let one of your hips go. You were a mess by the time he pushed his middle finger inside of your dripping entrance, his tongue lavishing your clit with attention as he curled the finger inside of you. Your legs tensed, toes curling in your shoes as you arched yourself up and pulled his head closer to your entrance on instinct.

“J-Josh!” You felt so honored as you moaned his name. You worshiped its syllables on your tongue. You couldn’t believe that you were able to say it. You felt him add a second finger now, pumping them both in an earnest rhythm as he sucked on your clit once more, drool spilling from his mouth and down against his fingers, where he used it as more lube to move faster inside of you. You babbled at him around your hand as you covered your mouth, hips rolling on his face. He took your face-fucking like a champ, allowing you to hump at his lips like an animal. His nose bumped your clit as he shifted his tongue down to join his fingers, closing his eyes and moaning into you as he did so.

It was all it took. You barely warned him as you cried out, your stomach clenching and your release coating his chin as you came. Your legs shook at either side of his head, your hand clenching down hard on his hair before releasing it with a quiet whimper. He ate you out through your orgasm, tongue licking up whatever cum he could reach and swallowing it down. When he pulled his mouth away from you, his lips were red and his mouth dribbled with drool and your juices. He smiled wide at you as you looked up at him, dazed and awed by his ability.

“That was…wow.” You gasped, dazed. Josh nuzzled into your neck in response, kissing it. You felt the wetness of your cum stick to your skin, unpleasant but nothing you cared about as you bumped your nose into the side of his head and sighed with a smile, “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” He murmured back, “You sounded hot.”

You blushed, swallowing as you pulled away from him. The hardness of his own cock was not unknown to you. You looked down between his legs, seeing it even more flushed than it was earlier. He must have been desperate, and you couldn’t help but pity him as you looked up into his eyes. With a reddening face, you leaned forward and wrapped your hand carefully around his cock. Josh gasped at the touch, and it devolved into a moan.

It throbbed the second you put your fingers around it. His cock was so thick you almost couldn’t get your fingertips around the whole thing. The thought of it stretching you out one day made your core throb and your mouth water. You looked up at him through wet lashes, waiting for his permission as you gave it one slow stroke, memorizing the texture of its velvety skin against your palm. Josh threw his head back and sighed, appreciative of the touch, before looking back with concern.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re too tired.” He offered gently.

“Get on the couch, please.” You whispered in reply, eyes pleading and full of lust.

You didn’t have to tell Josh again. Soon you were on your knees in front of him as he spread his legs out, cock hanging between them as he looked down at you from his seat in awe. You bit your lip as you came face to face with his cock. The scent was musky and hot. As you touched the tip of it curiously, the tacky precum followed your finger. It created a single web of wetness that stretched from his dick to your finger, making you inhale sharply. A hand reached into your hair, grabbing at your skull and waiting patiently for you to continue. “We don’t have a lot of time left, I think,” Josh warned with a murmur, “But I’m not sure I’ll last long, either.”

You nodded, willing to say anything as long as it mean you could suck him off. Leaning forward, you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and squeezed. It earned you a breathy, wonderful groan that tugged you just a little forward, hand tightening. You heard Josh inhale as you parted your lips to take in the head of his cock, tongue laving over the tip and dipping into the slit to taste the precum leaking. The action made him throb under you, his hips canting but still doing their best to be mindful of you. It was sweet, and you couldn’t help but smile as you put the whole tip of his cock inside of your mouth and sucked.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Josh gasped in awe, watching you suckle at his cock through hazy lashes. You moved your hand up and down his shaft for a few seconds, simply getting yourself used to the velvety texture and scent of musk. A tug from his hand reminded you there was little time, however, so you took a breath. You hadn’t done this before, at least not on a real cock, so your nerves practically shook your legs as you lowered your head down just a bit further.

He wasn’t terribly long, an average at best, but god was he thick. His girth stretched your lips wide, making your jaw ache as you sucked around him. You weren’t able to keep the drool hidden between your lips, having no choice but to let it dribble down his cock. You tried to gather what you could, using it as lube to jack off what your mouth couldn’t fit down on.

You were rewarded with another curse. His hips didn’t control themselves now as he pushed them up, shoving his cock into your mouth needily. You choked a bit, surprised by the thrust, and he pulled away with wide eyes. A flush burned his cheeks as he let you cough and gasp, spit dribbling from your mouth as he rubbed at your head with one hand.

“I’m so sorry,” Josh apologized through lusty gasps, “It’s, um, been a bit, and - I just - fuck you feel so good.”

You blushed, “I…kind of liked it?”

Josh grinned at the admittance, “I can do it again.”

He sounded so eager it was almost as if he was thinking about it. So you nodded and took a breath to steady yourself. When you lowered your head back down and took his dick in your lips this time, you dragged yourself down as far as he had when he thrust up, pushing further still and ignoring the painful burn in your throat as your lungs ached. You breathed a few times through your nose as you swallowed around him.

Moans and babbles echoed over you as Josh’s hand grabbed your head and pushed down, his hips rolling up. You let him this time, holding his thighs with a grip so tight you were sure to leave little nail marks in them for the show. The thought excited you, and you moaned around his cock. This spurred him to push your head down further, rolling his hips into your mouth until your nose touched the happy trail of rough hairs at the base of his dick. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your mind went fuzzy. Nothing but Josh’s dick mattered anymore, and the moans he made were angelic. Even more than when he sang. You wanted to hear all of them. You wanted to make him feel good, he deserved it.

“Y/N. I-I’m gonna-” Josh tried to breathily warn you, his hand letting up just in case you wanted to pull off of him before he let go. You thought for only a moment, considering what an embarrassment it might be if Tyler saw the dried cum of his bandmate on the couch. Something in you didn’t want a single drop to go to waste. It redoubled your courage as you pulled back a bit to suckle on the tip, letting it slide in and out languidly against your tongue as your hand jacked off the rest of his cock.

It throbbed as he whined. When you licked the underside of his cock head and suckled the tip gently, he lost it. With his head thrown back and his back arched, Josh came with a low grumble. His seed filled your mouth as you drank it from the tip, letting your hand slow down as you milked him of his orgasm. When he slumped back, sweaty and breathy, you pulled off of him with a ‘pop’ and licked your lips, sure to gather any other drool that leaked from you back in. You looked up at Josh, unsure of what to expect.

He smiled down at you, reaching out to stroke your head gently this time with a laugh.

“That was…wow.” He repeated your same words, making you blush as you looked away from him.

The two of you followed up by putting your pants back on and wiping your sweaty foreheads off with nearby towels on the vanity. Josh pulled out two waters from a nearby mini fridge and handed one to you, sitting at your side as the both of you sipped and recovered. You curled yourself into the seat at his side, thinking about the situation. Was he kidding about taking you out? Did he just want to fuck and then leave you like some groupie? You bit your lip to hide your disappointment, but it faltered when you felt a hand wrap around your shoulder and pull. It brought you into a warm side and a nose that nuzzled your head with affection.

“Is this okay?” Josh asked. You nodded gently, unable to speak through your thoughts.

“If you’d like to,” Josh cleared his throat, “We have a day off tomorrow and we plan on spending it in the city before driving up later in the night. We could spend time together then?”

Your eyes lit up in surprise, “You want to?”

“Of course,” Josh smiled, almost embarrassed, “I asked you out, didn’t I?”

So he was serious. The thought made your heart soar. A smile broke on your lips and you were too scared to imagine how red your cheeks must have been as you gave him a nod of confirmation, “There’s a really good southern breakfast place downtown um…Want to have something there first?”

“Sounds great,” Josh rummaged at the coffee table, “Here, put your number in my phone?”

You did, just in time for a loud bang at the door. The both of you were startled, and behind you heard the muffled voice of Tyler, almost amused, call out:

“Can you two get dressed and let me in already? Sound checks in fifteen, Josh!”

You hid your face with a yelp, embarrassed to be caught. Josh laughed, blushing but otherwise didn’t seem too bothered by it. He returned his bandmate's call with a ‘one second’ of his own as he stood up. Looking down at you one more time, he offered you his hand. You took it and stood as well, but not before he asked you:

“Do you want to stay backstage for the show? You can watch from the side, it’ll give you a great view.”

You looked up at the man, so kind and smiling and warm at your face, and your heart fluttered in your chest. You gave a nod of confirmation as you gave up containing the excited smile wanting to spread across your lips.

“I’d love to.”

[prettyoddfiction]

Yeah

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Josh Dun

Request: Yes || can you write something along the lines of the reader being a dancer for halseys concerts and josh drums for halsey, and josh gets a boner because of the reader seductively dancing, then they fuck in the dressing room??

Warnings: NSFW || smut, teasing ??, cursing, unprotected sex (reader on the pill). 

Masterlist: Here

Okay, so like, wow. This one is like... I’m so bad at dancing, let alone dancing sexily. So writing about it is super fucking awkward for me. I really hope I did this okay. Also I was really depressed while writing this and I hate it. I think this is the worst imagine I’ve written so far, but I honestly felt terrible for not uploading it yet, especially when I kept saying it would be up. So, this was just an “I’m sorry I’m a terrible human” kinda upload. So, yeah, sorry. Also this features Halsey a little bit but only cause she’s the performer. Also, practice safe sex. Wrap it before you tap it guys. Always. Anyway, enjoy, or at least try lol. xx

Drums. That was what was on your mind. You heard Josh practicing. He was in the same town as Ashley for some reason, and being that they were such good friends, she had invited him to play on stage with her tonight. But that wasn’t the kicker. You were one of her main dancers, and in one of her songs, you had the most sexual part of the routine. 

Some people thought her ‘Hold Me Down’ dance was sexual... They hadn’t seen your choreography yet.

She may or may not have also known that you may or may not have a celebrity crush on Josh. 

With Ashley being the headliner and you being one of her dancers, you were pretty decently close to her. She was a really good friend of yours. And she was a really good friend of Josh’s. So of course she had to make sure you guys met. So here you were, sitting backstage, with Josh practicing. 

An hour later, the venue doors opened and hundreds of people flooded in, finding their seats. Hours later, the opening acts had preformed and the crowd was extremely hyped up, and Ashley was excited. Josh was excited. You were excited. 

“Let’s kill it guys. Hopeless Fountain Kingdom on three. One two three!” She cheered, causing the group of dancers and crew and band members to all cheer the album name as everyone raised their hands before clapping and making their way to the stage. As soon as the venue started to dim, the crowd erupted again. 

The songs flew by and for a few of them, Ashley had even come over and danced with you as she sang, making the show a bit more LGBT friendly with the way she was acting towards you, but you didn’t mind. It was Ashley. This was just how your friendship was. As most people worded it, “Ash and Y/N have a friendship that makes us all question their sexualities. If that’s not true friendship, then I don't know what is.” You guys always laughed it off, but continued to be close.

Once you had gotten your moments of hip swinging, dropping low, and ass shaking, as well as some body touching in your dances, you felt like a stripper. But you would’ve been fine with it, had it not been for the fact that you could feel his eyes. Josh’s eyes were burning holes into your back the entire night. 

You know that sensation you get when someone is looking at you while you aren’t looking at them? When you can just feel it. Yeah, that was what you were feeling. And it was coming from the drum pedestal. Sure enough, every time you spun or turned in the choreography, you saw him staring. And he never looked away, even when you caught him. Way to be subtle, Joshua. 

You blushed and felt your cheeks heat up, turning back around to face the crowd, or Ashley when the times called for it and continuing your dancing. 

When the show ended you and the other dancers ran off stage, as well as Ash’s band. Josh running off as well. Immediately you and him both grabbed to get a towel. Your hands touched as you reached for the same one and you blushed, pulling your hand back so he could grab the towel, which he did. You grabbed the next one in the stack, right before Josh grabbed your hand. “Hey, Y/N, I need your help with something. Come on.” You cocked an eyebrow but nevertheless followed him through the halls of the concert hall. 

Finally after what felt like forever of running through the halls, he pulled you into a room. Your outfit from stage tonight was sticking to you and you felt extremely revealed. But then again, he was only wearing basketball shorts and sneakers, with a snapback on his head. “Josh what the hell is going on?”

“I can’t take this anymore.” He stated and shut the door behind him before turning to look at you. “You’ve been dancing for Ashley forever now and I’ve seen you at so many shows and the way you can move your body drives me absolutely insane. Y/N, I like you. And I fucking want you so badly. I have for so long I can’t take it anymore.” 

At first you didn’t quite get it. But then your eyes traveled down his torso and rested on the tent in his shorts. Suddenly, you became aware of the dampness in your panties. “Oh uh- I don’t-” 

“I’m so sorry to have made you uncomfortable but I had to fucking tell you and find out if there is any possible way that you like me back.” 

“Josh, watching you drum makes my stomach get all tied in knots. Talking to you makes my head go fuzzy. Of course I like you back. Now... I think I can help you with that.” You smiled and pointed to his lower region. 

He smirked and nodded, quickly pulling you to him and capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. It only took a few moments for you to kick you shoes off and shimmy out of your bottoms from dancing, and he did the same, his lips not leaving yours once. 

In minutes, you were both naked, and he had you up against the wall, his lips traveling from your cheek to your jawline, down to your neck and sucking softly on the flesh. This action made your eyes shut and a moan fall from your lips. “Don’t tease, Josh. For someone who couldn’t wait, you sure are taking your time.” You groaned, your hands going to his hips and pulling his body flush against yours.

After a few more seconds of intense making out, you felt Josh’s hand sliding down your body and rubbing figure eights on your clit, making you moan into his mouth. “Should I just take you like this, or should I prep you a bit with my fingers?” He whispered, gently biting on your lower lip. 

“Josh please just fuck me.” You whined, lifting one leg to hook around his waist so hopefully he would get the message.

“As you wish.” And without waiting another second, he pushed himself into you. The room filled with happy sighs from both of you and you smiled. As his hips rutted against yours, your back pushed against the wall behind you. You’d never done it against a wall, but it was fun and quite pleasurable. 

“Fuck, princess, this is better than I had ever imagined. Jesus Christ you feel so fucking good.” He moaned, his breath hot on your neck. Every word that he muttered sent shivers down your spine and made your breath hitch. It had only been a few minutes but with him rubbing your clit the way he was, and him fucking your relentlessly without a condom, you were on edge. “You’re close. I can see that.” 

“Y-Yeah.” 

“Do you want me to cum in you or pull out?” He moaned as your hands traced down his back and held his body as closely to you as you could. 

Honestly you hadn’t even bothered to think about a condom. You were too worried on feeling Josh in every way. “I’m on the pill. Doesn’t matter. Wherever you want-” You were cut off by a high pitched moan as your orgasm tore through you. It was expected, but unexpected as well. As it hit you, your body shook slightly and Josh continued to thrust his hips against yours. 

Your walls clenched down around his member slightly as your high continued to drown you in euphoria. And Josh’s hips faltered for a second before he stilled and there was a warm, rushing feeling between your legs. His high hit him and was followed by a long moan of your name.

A few moments passed and the two of you were panting. As Josh pulled out of you, a whimper slipped past your lips. “Fuck...” you commented and he nodded.

“Yeah...”

He nodded and pulled his clothes back on, as you did the same. “We should both probably get to the showers. We’ve gotta get outta here.” 

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to continue this later? Maybe a round two? Or even a relationship.” 

He smile said it all. You didn’t need an answer to know. However you did like the one you got.

“Yeah.”

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