#comes back to life and dissapears again maybe next post will be an animation

[gloomingstar]

[northern-magpie]

being a new writeblr means I have to actually post my writing here, right? ^^; I tend to do a lot of writing sprints, so it'll mostly be short pieces, but I'm working my way up 💪

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The petals of an iris, a marble clear enough to see through, a candle that remains unlit, and a clear night sky is what was said to keep you safe if you decide to walk the woods alone. Rose petals attracted the faeries, not the ones you wanted around, anyway, and different coloured marbles were said to tempt the changing paths between the trees, the colours signifying things in a language only the trees understood. No one talks about what happens if you were to light the candle you brought, mainly because no one quite knows what happens. Those who do light their candle come back speaking a language unknown to anyone else, unable to communicate through voice nor letters, imprisoned by their own recklessness.

A cloudy night is what ends up fucking over Delena.

"Clear night my ass," she mutters, carefully stepping over roots and stones toying with her feet as she navigates the paths. The sweet moonlight that guided her as she entered the woods was now shying away behind clouds made threatening only by the fading light. The candle and marble were clutched in her hands, the petals carefully tucked away in the capsule attached to her belt. She sidestepped a particularly large stone that hadn't been there before and side-eyed the moon above her.

"If this turns out to just be a way to make me review my life choices, its a shit choice. I'm sorry about what happened in Makkai! I have erred in my ways, I admit that much!" Delena throws her hands out on either side of her before letting them drop and lowering her voice. "If Shuri had maybe given me a warning that bartering wasnt appreciated in the markets then that whole fight could've been avoided, but no, she thought my language barrier was funny. And if you can't argue with words, well..." her fist didn't ache anymore, but that satisfying feeling of punching the sneer off of the shopkeepers face still lingered. The humor of the memory didn't reach her, however, and she stopped walking to watch the rest of the moon get swallowed by the clouds stretching out above her.

The silence of the woods deafened her. No living being dared to awaken what may slumber in the shadows beneath the trees, and Delena let out a slow exhale as her eyes slid from tree to tree.

Okay. So what if the woods wouldn't let you leave unless the sky was clear? It's no skin off of her back. She'd find a nice spot to camp out, maybe find some berries, make a fire so she could boil water from the river and make a stew. Vegetarian, granted, because eating the animals from the woods gives side effects that Delena would rather not experience at this current moment. She glanced at her candle, annoyance in her eyes as she tucked it into her pocket. The weight of it taunted her as she started forward along the path in search of firewood.

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a short time later finds Delena standing on the edge of a river, a scowl on her face and her feet slowly dripping water onto the grass beneath her. Like everything else in the woods, the river ran silently, leading Delena to walk full speed into it before quickly backtracking to stand at its side. Her arms were wrapped around the few sticks she broke off of the trees she passed, the curves and edges of them digging into her forearm as she squinted to the other side of the water.

Swimming was out of the question. She didn't even know where the water was flowing from, and wasn't too keen on finding out where it was flowing to. Her socks clung to her feet as she turned back to the trees, water seeping out from her boots.

"Alright. At least you're not being a complete prick. Thanks for the water, asshole! Way to try and make the best of a bad situation! At least I won't die of dehydration, so I can die from whatever beasts you have hidden here! Thanks a lot!" Ignoring the squish that accompanied her every step, Delena took long strides along the bank, keeping herself sandwiched between the woods and the river. She narrowly missed a low hanging branch that seemed to reach for her as she passed and took a step closer to the water, eyeing the trees. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking for. Despite her planning earlier, she knew a fire would only act as a waypoint leading anything and everything to her location. Survival? What's that? Delena only knows how to serve herself up with herbs and garlic to whatever happens to find her first.

No, no fires tonight. The sticks in her arms were acting more as a security than anything else. They wouldn't do much in a fight, but feeling the wood in her hands and the ground passing beneath her as she walked made it easier for her to pretend that she was in control of the situation.

That small blanket of security was ripped away as something moved in the trees just behind her.

She closed her eyes as a sigh escaped from her nose. She didn't have the time nor the energy nor the motivation to deal with whatever seemed to be tracking her. It was probably some little squirrel, anyway. Small with a big fluffy tail. Maybe a couple of buck teeth. carrying some nuts back to its home to eat. Roasted nuts, with some spices for flavour and a warm cup of tea...

Delena's thoughts turned their backs to the danger for a moment, following the train of thought fueled by her increasing hunger. Her thumb rubbed the end of one of the sticks as she focused herself. A quick glance behind her showed exactly what she expected to see: masses of shadows distinguished only by the faint wisps of light that managed to sneak passed the cloud cover. No movement, no threat. Delena wasn't dumb enough to actually believe that, but she refused to let her concern show on her face. Annoyance was easier.

"Yeah, sculk in the shadows like you always do! Cowards can't even muster up enough energy to actually make an appearance, no wonder no one's afraid of you! Can't be afraid of something you don't know, now can you?" a small part of her mind recognized that yelling into the woods was as sure a way to attract creatures as a fire would've, but a larger part of her didn't care. "Go on, follow behind where you belong. don't think I'm going to spend my time playing the damsel in distress. If you do decide to show you probably butt-ugly face to me, just know that I've got a mean fucking backhand and I'm not afraid to use it on your sorry ass!"

The trees, as trees tend to do, said nothing. The rustling had stopped the moment she had stopped walking, and didn't return even as she continued to walk.

"Afraid of me, are you? Yeah, you should be. I'm not going to lay down and die even if you begged me to." She glanced around again, searching for any sign of life, and noticed that the ground to her right appeared to be solid. She opened her eyes wide, trying to see into the shadows that we're slowly lengthening around the trees. When she saw nothing, she broke off a piece of one of the sticks and tossed it out, listening for a splash or a sign that the river was still by her side.

She was met with only the soft scrape as the branch landed on a rock. Delena cursed and began walking to her right, pushing branches out of her way.

"could've sworn it was right beside me," she muttered. The trees only grew thicker around her as her feet (now damp, not dripping) carried her forward.

She walked. and walked. She continued to break off pieces of her sticks and toss them in front of her every few feet, hoping to avoid any more surprises, but the river was nowhere to be found.

Seconds passed. Then minutes. She continued her trek forward.

It was the slow roll of the fog surrounding her feet that was the catalyst for her annoyance.

"Okay, okay you know what? Fuck it! Fuck you and your creepy-ass stalking gig! If you're so scary why don't you come and face me, cause your strategy now is not working!" Delena spun on her heels, the fog swirling around the sudden movement like leaves caught in the wind, and glared at the line of trees. The path she had forged moments ago was gone, and even without looking she knew that the trees had closed in at her back. She knew that if she walked forward, the woods would part for her.

She wasn't trapped, but it felt like she was.

"You can't keep me here! Screw your dark and spooky aesthetic!" She yanked the candle from her pocket along with the single match she brought with her. With a quick flick, the match lit and she held it up near the candle until it caught. Tossing the match aside, she held the candle in front of her.

The noise that had followed her since the moons dissapearance returned almost as soon as the match hit the ground. A rustle of the leaves, then a chattering sound that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. The fog to her left shifted, and she swung her hand around in a large arc, mindful of the small flame, and peered into it. It looked exactly the same as every other damn set of trees in the woods. As Delena looked more closely at one of the trees and the one next to it, she realized that they were in fact the same. Literally. Her eyes tracked over the identical swirls of wood and buds of leaves, and her heartbeat picked up just slightly.

How far had she actually walked? Did she even cover any distance, or had the woods just shifted around her, keeping her in place? She glanced to her right and saw the faint flashes of moonlight reflected in the river, still bubbling and flowing silently. The feeling of anxiety kicked in her chest as she struggled to remember the direction that she had come from.

The chattering was directly in front of her now.

Her gaze darted from branch to identical branch, then dropped to the ground as the fog parted, and her eyes fell on a small creature, bushy tail twitching.

Her shoulders dropped as the tension left them, her heart beating less forcefully. She squatted down and watched the squirrel as it sat and chattered at her.

"Damned woods are messing with my head," she said. "were you the one making me all nervous? you're no threat, you little cutie."

The squirrel was motionless save for its tail, twitching in a repeating pattern behind it. It's eyes stared at her. Delena straightened up and watched as the small flame in front of her wavered uncertainly. The squirrel remained where it was, and Delena frowned. She took a step closer and watched as the squirrels tail hesitated for just a moment before resuming it's pattern. She walked until she stood less than a foot away, and still the squirrel didn't move.

Her eyes followed the length of the tail, and then further out as she realized that something was attached to the end of it, jerking up and down. A black tendril bobbed and weaved backwards as it drags the squirrels body into the shadows, and Delena can see the glint of fangs as the creature draws its lips back and steps into the clearing.

It's body is patchy, matted fur covering it's shoulders and hips while it's stomach and back showed skin stretched tight and dusted with dirt. Its tail retracted, now hanging the squirrel in the air, almost taunting her, the horrible grating chattering sound still erupting from the creatures jaws. the faint light of the candle catches the strong curve of its jaw, the full blackness of it's eyes, the flash of tongue peeking out from where two of its teeth had been chipped. Delena's body begs her to scramble backwards, but she forces her feet to move slowly as she steps back. One foot, then the other, until she feels a brush of leaves against her hair. The noise was deafening now, worming it's way into her head, and she could feel a pressure building behind her eyes. Her breathing hitched, and she backed up further into the trees, the creature in front of her taking slow calculated steps, not advancing on her but keeping the distance between them steady. Delena can feel the woods pulling around her, adjusting to her slow retreat backwards, and she makes a quick decision.

With a quiet huff, she extinguishes the flame, and the two of the are cast into darkness.

The chattering stops immediately.

Keeping the clearing and the creature in front of her and hoping to whatever God would be the most merciful, Delena steps backwards into the shadows.

[masterdungeonguide]

Adventure Ideas #1

This is a lose idea for adventure. Not a perfectly fluent ready to run module. A mere sketch if you will.

For convenience of use, should a DM want to reference this straight from the web, the order of description is somewhat un-natural for reading placing the location up top and the backstories and plots at the bottom of this post.

Lets get on with it...

The Cave Of The Invisible Ugly

Somewhere in the wildlands not very far from simple civilisations of farmers and foresters some streams come together and dissapear under ground and have carved out natural caves over the ages.

It has hosted many different inhabitants mostly animals and some times small bands of creatures.

In recent times from two unlikely events the inhabitants are somewhat different and are tied to a wave of dissapearing items in nearby homes.

There are three possible ways to enter and exit this cave to the outdoor levels. At 1) working ones way down the pond falls to a room. At 6) where the dryed out stream came in from the north-west, and through the small grass covered window that leads straight down to Orvar's work-shop.

1 Main Entrance Chamber

The small stream from the south west trickles down over some grey bare stones into a small pond that sits at the edge of a round cave room. The floor is a flat moist surface of brown sediment that has filled much up what was once flooded with water.

There is a good chance a perceptive character can spot tracks of footsteps in it. Most from troglodyte leaving and comming. Shoe prints from Orvar having done the same and from animals who hide here from time to time.

The former lead inwards to and from some carefully placed stones that make a low staircase up to the passage.

Possible encounters:

A scouting troglodyte is just passing trhough here and will be startled at the adventurers presence

A predator animal is feasting on a cadaver in the cave room that may react violently

2 High Passage

Leading upwards this tunnel ends in a small climb up to a ground above right next to the wooden door. It's easily spotted from tracks and the clearing of boulders that this path has been frequently used. It is the alternative walk around to a wade through a pond at the other end of it.

A small drop in the middle of the passage leads to a low natural cave room. A DC 20 to climb up and out of but not a hard one to jump down into. You may place abducted prisoners and or corpse here. Victims of the raiding troglodyte outlaws.

3 Underground Pond

A very deep underground pond fills most of this place and a stream comming out of the cave wall in the west leads into it. The chamber is damp and drips from the ceiling. A layer of cold mist is in the air.

Explorers may be greeted by a disturbing site in the form of floating body parts. This is where the band of troglodytes often dispose of bodies they dragged in and are done looting. Most sink and stay at the bottom but sometimes fresh ones float up.

At the bottom quite a few valuables can be found still on the corpses however. The band only know so much of what to value. Holy symbols, spell books and other sofisticated items would have been ignored.

One has to swim or wade along the very edges of the cave walls to get across.

If a challenge is desired here the troglodyte band of outcasts has brought a creature from the deeps to help consume the bodies they dump into it.

A jellyfish like being of the under deep lakes from their realm that blindly consumes anything that it detects through smell.

A squall of purple big water leaches that suck every surface clean of organic tissue.

4 Dryed Out Water Shaft

This is to where the more rich streams of water flowed down in the past. A deep drop into the dark is at the center and a clear drafts of air can be heard from below. It's an absurd climb down and up but not impossible.

The troglodytes came up this way using root-ropes and a lifetime of climbing experience.

Should the adventures chose to dare these depts they first end up in a vast network of natural caves hard to navigate and still a far way from the realm of the toglodytes. This new adventure will not be covered here but up to the creativeness of the DM.

This largest open area around the deep pit from where they came is still where the bandits from below make their primary living quarters. Sleeping matts, containers, tools and such can be seen stacked up towards the walls. Some bizare game squares is marked near and around the pit. (Where the troglodytes plays a game of 'live or die' with live catches of animals). In day times most of the troglodytes are here passing time. At night fewer stay put as some are out scouting the surface and their leader is off on 'unseen' affairs with the nearby settlements.

5 Storage

A small cave chamber that used to flood completely before the dry out. The band of troglodytes use this far 'back room' to store valuables in one corner and food reserves in another. It stinks! From the food and from the blood that they did not bother wipe from some of the takings.

6 Dried Out Stream

This is the least likely entrance to the cave-complex but maybe a useful exit. A narrow tunnel leads off for a long while and eventually blends in to the layer of soil above that can be dug through. On a rainy day with some sliding soil by cheer absurd luck an adventurer could posible sink through enough with a wrong step to realise something is there.

7 Orvar's Home

A thick wodden door set againt crudely adjusted natural rock and sediment distinguishes the one entrance to this place from the others in the cave complex. A small window leading straight out into luch hillside above, it's other entrance (one of three possible ways for adventurers to find this cave complex). The place is modestly furnished but makes up a comfortable living area. Part of it closest to the widow is a tight combination of a small library and herb collections with a sturdy messy desk.

Consider the content of this place an equivalent to a component pouch of a spell-caster and the books as a source to various low level spells and how to make them into potions. If you wish some ready minor potions are available on the desk as well.

Depending on how the outcasts came across Orvars medallion the state he is in (dead, captured, barricaded in, or perhaps fled) his home could be broken into and ruined or just ignored or unable to break through.

PC's who have come here with prior knowlege of Orvars tale may find it peculiar to be furnished for two. As if to hint he has a regular guest. There are two beds and two sets of almost everything.

The Tale Of Orvar And Astelle

In a small settlement with tightnitted folks on the border of the forests they once had master spin weaver of very old age. Although well appreciated for her crafts she was somewhat feared and kept at distance for her nasty manners and hot temper.

Nobody had ever seen her with male company and though well past such age one winter to everyones big surprise she came to be pregant.

In the early spring the same year she gave birth to a truly hideous child.

So hideous, and more hideous as the years went by, that people started talking of it not being all human. Trolls, Hobgoblins and even Demons came to peoples mind. While the weaver had named him Orvar behind his back he came to be known as Gobman The Hiddeous. Distrusted and avoided by all.

Just a year later than The Master Spin-Weaver a jolly and respected forester familly also had a child. A pleasant charming daughter. Her Name was Astelle. The irresistable child loved by all.

By coincidence the foresters cottage lay only a few steps off from the weavers house where Orvar grew up and with no one else of the same age Orvar and Astelle played as friends in secret.

Well aware even as children the dislike the grown ups would have had to this acquaintance.

They grew very fond of each other, gave each other gifts for hollidays and left letters under a rock in their secret place. Astelle learning the foresting would bring materials and Orvar would know many crafts to form them.

No one knew how but from somewhere the hideous man also over the years picked up certain darker crafts like that of whitches and wizards. Particularly he was blamed for being able to walk unseen.

One could think that he merely granted them their wishes. To not have to look upon him but this only served to deepen the fear and distrust for him.

On one unfortunate evening when they were young adults and still the best of friends in secret they were after all these years spotted playing. It was immediately assumed this monstrosity of a man were chasing after fair Astelle with a romantic interest and there was outrage.

In the craze of vengence while some wanted to lock the abomination up, others to chase him away, a few sough to end his life, the master spin-weaver was slain refusing to let them in to her house while Astelle in secret helped Orvar to escape the towns wrath. Fleeing to the woodlands that she knew well and a to take refuge in a well hidden cave complex that she had found years earlier.

The spin-weavers son was never seen again but some year later suspicions of invisible stalkers and burglars have lead peoples mind to wonder if he is really gone.

Medalion Of The Unseen

A potent trinket that you as a DM may want to consider carefully before allowing into your PC's hands if you run this idea at level one. It is not without limitations however and those limitations are stronger the weaker the players saves are (effectively with level).

It's origin is not defined.

Is Orvar origin really of troll heritage and has the medallion been given by those mysterious creatures of the forest? Was the weaver a powerful witch with foresight to put her powers into this item to protect what she new would be a child to hide? I leave this to the reader as I aim to inspire creativity and flexibility.

When worn if one covers up it's field of view with ones hand the wearer dissapears from visibility of any kind in the world. Magic, divine or natural perceptions are all blind to the wearers prescence.

Made out of crude wood and artisticly flawed metal working this medallion portrays an eye.

The catch is; The eye want's to see and it will fight back to do so!

It burns the wearers hand and mind in a fire of pain that grows over time. Causing both constitution and wisdom saves that starts at a mild DC 10 but increases in difficulty for every 5 rounds. (The save has to be made every round but only increases at those intervals.)

An observant reader may note from below that our proposed stats for Orvar have him at abysmal constitution and mediocre wisdom. Orvar is used to the pain since he was a toddler however and should be treated as both always having advantage on the rolls and fight it at a reduced DC. (You may opt for a similar approach if a PC carries and uses this item over a period of years)

The Troglodyte Outcasts

Deep down far below our cave and away from mines of dwarves and gnomes there is a vast network. The realm of the troglodytes.

Alien in morals and customs to the races under the sky above but not without norms these deep dwellers form clans under a high chief. What they would call something of a 'familly' is in fact the whole realm.

Not long ago a very ambisious member of the realm betrayed the sacred rules of allegiance to ruling sisterhood. The queens of the realm. In his ambition to gain more influence he and a small group of allies murdered and hid one of the chosen females with the intent to replace her with one in his own sphere of allies. A female who like so many failed to qualify to the sisterhood.

The plot was uncovered and the conspiring group were forced to flee for their lives. In this vast realm only one direction could offer sanctity. Up. To the realm under the sky.

By chance these group of murderous traitors crossed path with an other outcast. One mistrusted for his appearance and his mothers reputation alone.

What came of this meeting is yet to be uncovered.

A conflict or an understanding of mutual benefits?

In any case the band of troglodyte outcasts and it's ambitious leader are in posession of a an amulette of invisibility. One that they use to raid nearby settlements. For items and riches and to abduct people. All the while the suspicions are directed towards The Ugly Who Could Walk Unseen that dissapeared some years ago. Is that monster back to take vengence?

Note: that these suggested creatures are our Troglodytes and as should be obvious not the MM ones. Here is another post on them:

https://masterdungeonguide.tumblr.com/post/178192126310/creatures-treassures-alien-realms-in-the

You can of course swap them out for something else that you think would fit the concept

Common Troglodyte Outcast: Armour: 'Medium' Scaly Hide, made out of deep dwelling worm-skin. Weapons: Bone Spears, Bone clubs, and bone Daggers (-1)Speed: 25, Hits: 1d6/level, Attack Bonus: +3

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- All content in this post is free to use and distribute as desired. Even re-publish on your own game spot in any fashion that does not seek to profit from it. Crediting us is appreciated

- If anyone is interested this adventure was sketched out using Bamboo Paper on and iPad

Happy gaming!

[saltynemo]

In Real Life

WHATADO Everybody, its your boi Nemo here. I wrote this fanfiction about Josh Dun a long time ago for my friend’s fanfiction account. But she hasn't posted it yet so I thought I would post it :) (Thank you so much beebomeebo for helping me write my first fanfiction :D)

Summery: A long lasting relationship over the internet takes a turn and Josh meets Y/n for the first time in real life. This means more physical contact for the two of them ;)

Type: Smut

Warning: Sexual Content, Cussing, !!Cute Josh!!, Long ;),  fuck, just leave already

Requested?: HELL YES

Word Count: 3.5k (3,507 words)

So without further a do, P-P-P-P-PLAY IT:

I roll my backpack off my shoulders and I let it thud next to my bed. I arch my back from all of the stress that I have been introduced to today. I flopped into my bed, staring at the ceiling. Through all of the thoughts going through my mind, my friend's username gets thrown into the mix. I suddenly look at the flashing clock on my desk. 6:30. Josh must be online! I get a burst of excitement as I run to my laptop and nearly fall into my chair. I fumble across the keys as I type in my password. I forgot everything else in the world at this point. The only focus is on my best friend...Josh!

I move the little arrow to FireFox and waited for the page to load. My Wi-Fi is such a drag. I tapped the desk impatiently. After what seemed like forever, a big orange fox appeared in the middle of the screen along with a search bar. I typed "Twitter" into the bar and clicked search. This time, it didn't take that long for the page to load. I was typing my username and password so fast, I got it incorrect a couple times. Finally, my home page was on the screen. I went to my Private Messaging tab and noticed Josh has already messaged me. I replied: Y/n: "Hey, Josh!" Josh: "Oh hey Y/n." Y/n: "What's up" Josh: "Actually, I have something to tell you" Y/n: "Yea, what is it?" Josh: "First of all, you live in Minnesota, right?" Y/n: "Yea yea, I do" Josh: "I was waiting for your birthday to tell you this...but I couldn't let you wait" Y/n: "Josh, what is it!?" Josh: "I moved into Minnesota about 2 weeks ago" Y/n: "OMG, Josh that's amazing! We have to meet up!" Josh: "Yes yes, we are going to! How about tommorow night!" Y/n: "Okay!" Josh: "How about chilis, 6:00! Don't be late ;)" Y/n: "Is there a Chili's near you?" Josh: "Yes. The one near the big mall, right?" Y/n: "Yep! Thats the one. Cya there, Jish :)" Josh: "Cya ;)"

I couldn't contain my excitement after our conversation. I jumped out of my chair and started dancing. "I'm going to meet Josh, I'm going to meet Josh, I'm going to meet Josh!" I repeatidly squealed. I quickly got out my phone and wrote down the event on my calender. "Chilis, 6:00." I whispered under my breathe as I hit the save button. I plugged my phone into the charger and jumped into my pajamas. I rolled onto my bed and went into a hudle position, trying to find a comfortable position. I fell asleep to the sound of my air conditioner vibrating.

*TIME SKIP*

6:00 didn't come fast enough. I got home around 5:00, giving myself an hour to get ready. I skipped to my closet, thinking of how Josh and I would be roomates and maybe have a family together. Him and I had very little romatic intrest in eatchother, but we did have a connection. I opened my closet, expecting the perfect dress to be right infront of me. But no, I came to an empty closet, full of band T-Shirts and ripped jeans. I figured that Josh would care less, since we were only going to Chili's. I grabbed a Fall Out Boy shirt and ripped, black jeans. I tossed them onto my bed and went back to my closet. I grabbed a black, lingerie bra with matching panties. I slipped them on and checked myself in the mirror. I really shouldnt get my hopes up. I tossed my shirt and pants on and pranced to the bathroom. I put on my makeup with such prescision, trying not to mess up. Once i was done, i popped a mint in my mouth. I looked at the flashing clock on my desk. 5:32. I should get going. I text Josh: Y/n: "On my way!" Josh: "Okie,i may be a little late, so go get us a table"- Y/n: "Gotcha, cya there."

I slipped on my black and red vans and hurried out the door.

*Time Skip to Chili's*

Once I entered the double doors, the smell of deliciouse food filled your nostrils. I went up to the front desk: "Hey, is there a table for two?" i asked. "Yes, we have reserved it for you. Give us 10-15 minutes to clean it off and get it ready for you!" she cheered. I nodded and sat on the bench, near the desk.

*Time Skip 5 minutes*

I have been browsing Tumblr for the past 5 minutes. I was beond patient because I was going to meet my friend for the very first time..in person! Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see Josh Dun walk into the Restaurent. My heart was beating faster than the snail from Turbo. I, some how, contain my nervousness and keep my eyes glued on the daily drama of Tumblr. He clears his throat and glances at my worried expression. Josh lighlty tapped my shoulder. "Um, excuse me?" I turn my attention away from Tumblr but to him. "Hey, are you Y/n?" he asked. I was stunned he knew my name. "Why-uh yea! Yes I am. How did you know?" i stuttered. Josh twiddled his thumbs and chuckled. "We met on Twitter, remember? We made a date to meet up finally." I was so shocked to here that my favorite drummer was right under my nose the entire time. I did a big smile and nervously laughed. "Oh my gosh! I didnt know i was talking to-" I cut myself off, noticing I was coming off to be kind of streight forward. I cleared my throat: "I mean, Hey!" I said with a smile. This caused Josh to laugh. His laugh gave me life.

We started talking about many different things. We talked about our favorite bands, what music we listen to, ect. It turns out we have lots in common, I couldnt get enough of him. The way his lips moved and how his eyes glanced around the room, never have I ever seen such an angel. Finally, the waiter escorted us to our booth. "Sorry for the wait, were kind of busy today! So, what can I get you 2 to drink!" the waiter giggled. Josh looked at me: "Ladies first." he said. I chuckled on how polite he was. "Um, water please." I said. "Ill have a water, too" Josh said, following a toothy smile. His smile got me everytime. "Alrighty! 2 waters coming right up" the waiter giggled. She walked away and dissapeared into the kitchen door. I looked back at Josh, who was already looking at me, causing me to smile. "So." he said. "Well, I would like to know why you moved to Minnesota." I asked. Josh sighed: "Well, I would like to be completley honest with you.." he said, looking into my eyes. "I came here to see you. Since I had the money, I decided to pay you a visit." he said, following with a light smile. At this point, I have fallen for him. He was perfect! But did he feel the same way? "Aww, Josh. That really means alot to me!" I cheered. He chuckled and slowly leaned in. This was my chance! I leaned in too and we were just about to kiss when the waiter showed up with our waters. "Here ya go!" the waiter cheered as she placed them down infront of us. "Oh- thank you!" Josh said while he leaned back into his seat. I slowly leaned back aswell. "Are we ready to order?" she asked. "Um, not just yet. Give us, um, 5 minutes." Josh said, and gave a light smile. "Okay! Ill be right back." she said while skipping away. We stared at eatchother. Both of our expressions were akward. I giggled, and picked up the menu. So did he.

After about 10 minutes of total silence, we put down the menus. "So what are you having?" I asked. "Im just gonna have cheese pizza. What about you?" Josh asked with a grin. "Well, I was going to have that too!" I laughed. Josh laughed aswell. The waiter must have heard our orders. "Coming right up" she giggled. We both chuckled along with her. Suddenly, a tall man bounced over to our table. He must have been 6"5, he was huge! "Hey you love birds!" he cheered. We looked at eatchother and just laughed it off. "Hey!" Josh said. "Would the young lady like a balloon?" he asked. Josh looked over at me. I shrugged my shoulders: "Why not!" i giggled. "Make that 2 young ladies!" Josh joked. "Hahaha! Alrighty then. Ladie 1 first: What animal would you like?" he asked. I thought for a minute: "Can you make a poodle?" I ask the hulk. "Of course I can!" he cheered as he yanked a long pink balloon out of his pocket. He playfully blew it up while dancing akwardly. Josh and I laughed akwardly with him. After the balloon was a reasonable size, he started twisting it. I lightly cringed at the squeaky noises he was making.

After what seemed like an hour, the giant handed me a pink poodle with 2 dots for eyes. I laughed as i took it and put it down next to me. "Now what would the second young lady like?" he joked. "Oh, um, how about a snake! Ill make it easy for you." Josh chuckled. "Okie Dokie!" the balloon man said. Once again, he pulled out a long balloon, but this time, it was green. He blew air into the hole, causing it to inflate. He twisted and turned it into a slithery snake. The hulk brought out a red marker and drew a long, forked tounge on the mouth. He handed it to Josh: "Here you go, ma lady" he smiled. Josh laughed and took it. He held it up to his face and stuck his tounge out to it, trying to be funny. I let out a laugh, so did he. We looked up at the balloon man. "Thank you! Here, take a 10" I said with a smile and gave him a 10 doller bill. "Your welcome! Have a nice night!" the hulk cheered and he walked away to another table. Me and Josh giggled to ourselves. "What are you naming yours?" I playfully asked. "Well, he looks like a Tyler to me." he exclaimed with a small chuckle. I smiled: "Im naming mine Paras." I joked. Josh laughed: "You mean like- the pokemon?" he asked. "Yea, yea!" I said laughing with him.

*TIME SKIP*

"Oh, im stuffed" Josh said, pushing his plate away. "Yea, same here" I say, whipping a napkin across my mouth. The waiter some how hears this and bounces over: "Any dessert for tonight?" she asks. "No thank you, were stuffed." Josh exclaims. "Alrighty then! Here is the check." she said as she places the check on the table. "May I take your plates?" she asks. "Yes you can, thank you" I say, adding a hiccup at the end. The waiter takes the plates and walks away to the kitchen. Me and Josh stare at the check for a good 30 seconds. We glance up at eatchother. "Who ever grabs the check first will pay for it." he jokes. "Your on!" I say. We both say in unison: "1, 2...3!", we both bolt for the check. Of course, my hand misses the check, causing Josh to grab it. "Oh come on! Not fair." I say. We both laugh. Josh leaves cash to pay for the meal and a tip for the waiter. We both get up. "It was an amazing night! Thank you." I say. "It was really fun." he says. Josh held out his hand and i grabbed it. We both walk out of Chili's with smiles on our faces.

Once we reached my car, he lets go of my hand: "So, the fun doesnt exactly have to be over." Josh says, rubbing his hands together. "Yea, it doesnt. How about you follow me home! We can stay up and watch movies or something." I ask. He picked up his head "That would be fun! Ill just follow your car." Josh said with a toothy grin. I start to walk to my car when i felt a hand grab my wrist, making me turn to Josh's direction. He suddenly landed his lips on my cheek. I blushed and smiled. He smiled too while he walked the other direction to his car. I stayed still for a minute, watching him walk with his hands in his pockets. There was no going back, I have fallen for a famouse drummer, and I loved him.

*TIME SKIP TO YOUR HOUSE*

The whole way home I was thinking of Josh. Questions were circling through my head: Did he like me? What if i ruin this? Those thoughts dissapeared once i entered my neighborhood. I pulled into my driveway and parked my car. Once I got out, Josh's car soon pulled next to mine. He got out of his car and closed his door. We stared at eatchother for a good 5 seconds: "So, are you gonna show me around?" he asked. I snaped out of it: "Oh- yea yea, follow me." I stuttered as I nervously laughed, causing him to laugh, too. I walked up to my front door and unlocked it with my key. I pushed my way in and held the door open for Josh. "Thanks." he nearly whispered. I nodded my head and closed the door, locking it behind me. I dropped some of my things on a shelf: "Sorry for the mess.." I say. "Oh no, its fine! My house is worse, im still unpacking." he laughed. I smile and turned the TV on. "Sit down, Josh! Make yourself comfortable." I say, pointing to the couch. He nods, taking off his shoes and sitting down. I sat infront of my DVD Rack: "Ok, would you like to watch...a scary movie, romantic, um- comedy?" I ask. Josh thinks for a moment. "How about scary." he grins. I smile and nod my head. "Is the Conjuring 2 alright?" I questioned. He nodded his head. I slide the DVD into the VCR and sit down next to Josh. I turned up the volume so we can hear it. The lights were already off, so I didnt have to bother with that.

*TIME SKIP TO END OF MOVIE*

The credits rolled onto the screen and I stood up, stretching my arms like I have just woke up from a great nap. Josh did the same. "That was a scary movie" I joked, putting my arms down. "Oh yea, I forgot how scary that movie was." he said, adding a smile at the end, putting his hands down and shoving them into his pockets. There was a moment of silence while we stared at our socks. "So, what else do you wanna do?" Josh asked. I smiled: "Tag, your it!" I squealed as i started running around the house. Luckily, my house was big enough for 2 adults to be running around like children. He picked up his head and laughed while trying to catch me. I ran into my bedroom, not remembering its a dead end. I almost ran into my desk I was in such a hurry. Before I could turn around, Josh picked me up from behind and playfully swung me onto my bed. Unexpectedly, he came down with me, causing him to fall on top of me. We laughed at our child like behavior, soon noticing we were in an akward position. We stared into our eyes for a little bit, then causing a massive connection with our lips. This was the first time I ever felt his lips.

Josh put his hands on my face while he continued to kiss me. He slowly pulled away and smiled at me as we looked into eachothers eyes. I couldnt help but grin back at him. He was the most perfect thing you could see. Josh quickly pushed his lips back into mine. He licked the top of my lip, asking if he can enter. I opened my mouth slightly so we can twirl our tounges together. I put my hands on his back, slowly creeping my hands up to the back of his head. So many thoughts were going through my mind as we moaned into eachothers mouths. I continue to rub my hands through his soft, colorful hair. The only time we disconnected our lips was when we crawled to the middle of the bed, so his head was on a pillow and I was on top of his stomach. After we got comfortable, we went back to kissing. I tugged on Joshs shirt lightly, signaling for him to take off his shirt. He took it off, revealing bare skin. God, I wanted to suck at his skin all day.

We continued to kiss for awhile as I rubbed his skin. Everything about Josh was soft. I ran my hands slowly down to the growing bulge in his pants. Once i reached it: I squeezed it and kissed his upper lip, then going back to his mouth. "Fuck..." he moaned aloud. He stuttered words i couldnt make out. I continued to rub and squeeze it. I then brought my other hand down to join and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. I gave him one last short kiss before moving my whole body down so i was facing his crotch. I tugged his jeans down and through them to one of the corners of my bedroom. I looked up at Josh and grinned. He smiled back. I pulled his boxers all the way down, revealing an obviously happy member. I threw his boxers to a corner of the room. I began to rub it slowly as he moaned aloud. I slipped his head into my mouth which made him moan even louder. The whole bedroom was filled with his moans and groans, which turned me on even more. I fit as much of his dick as i could get in, and rubbing the rest i couldnt fit in. I looked up at him, he was looking up at the ceiling and moaning loud. "Y/n..im gonna.." Josh groaned. I pulled away and took my own shirt off, exposing my black, lingerie bra. "I love you." He choked out. "I love you too.." i replied.

He unbuttoned my jeans and ripped them off along with my panties and tossed them off in the same corner as my jeans. I quickly ran my fingers through his hair while he unhooked my bra from the back and threw it off in the same corner. Josh grabbed my right breast and began sucking on it. We exchanged moans to eachother. He looked up at me and rubbed the other one. I couldnt help but giggle at him .He giggled back at me and then switched boobs. Josh stopped and came up to kiss me. He kissed me hard enough to get me to fall back as he climbed back on top of me. He continued to kiss me

Josh burried his face in my neck and sucked on it as he slid into me. I moaned super loud. "Jo...Josshh...Fuckkkk!!" He started off slow, moving in and out of me. I never felt so full in my life. He muttered, "I love y..ohh..ughh.fuckk.." I moaned in response. His thrusts became harder and harder. "JoSHHhh..oOhhhh.." I cried. "Y/nnNN..." He choked out. Weexchanged moans for a long while as he continued to thrust harder and faster. "J-Josh...Im gonnaaaaoohhh...." I squealed out, climaxing soon after. I felt him also climax with me as he moaned loudly, "OoooOooohhh fuuuuckk..." I let Josh lay on top of me, with his head still resting on my neck, for a little while to let him catch his breathe.

He lifted his head and pulled out of me, rolling next to me. I looked over at him. "I..love you.." I nearly whispered to him. Josh smiled and turned twards me. "I love you too" He said, staring into my eyes. We stayed like this for a long time before Josh got up and slipped his boxers on. "Are you planning on staying the night...?" I asked him, picking up my head. "Only if you want me to." Josh said with a smile. I nodded in reply. I got under the sheets, not caring that i didnt put my pajamas on. Josh hopped back in bed too. I scooted over to him, resting my head on his chest. "Goodnight, baby girl." He said, quickly kissing the top of my head. "Goodnight.." I said with a smile. I knew we both had wanted to lay there forever, because our heart beats had matched.

(Sorry if it had some errors in it...but overall it was fun to write and I hope you enjoyed it :)) And again, thx to beebomeebo (tumblr name) and go follow her for more fanfics!!!)