#jordan dun x reader

[ohfrickfanfic]

Reunited And It Feels So Good

Pairing: Jordan x Reader

Warnings/Tags: car sex, mild biting, squirting

‘I can’t believe it's already been five years since graduation,’ you think to yourself, putting on the final touches of your makeup before leaving for your class reunion. ‘I can’t wait to see how much everyone's changed…. Oooh! I wonder if Jordan’s going.’

You met Jordan your sophomore year in chemistry class; he was your assigned lab partner and you quickly fell head over heels for his sweet-natured demeanor and gorgeous mop of dark brown curls. There was only one problem, you were already dating the quarterback of the football team.

Your boyfriend was clearly attractive — one of the most popular guys in school -- and you honestly had no idea what he saw in you. He was out of your league. Everyone either wanted to be him or be with him, but for some reason he chose you. It was exciting at first and you quickly climbed the popularity ladder, but if you were honest with yourself, you never developed any feelings for him and often found yourself longing for Jordan.

When you look back on it now, you feel so stupid for not calling it quits with Mr. Popularity sooner and then going after Jordan. You were young, dumb, and naïve, and truthfully you loved the attention and your newfound ‘status’ among your peers due to your relationship.

A few months after graduation, when the popularity contest of high school was finally over, your relationship lost its appeal you broke it off. But by then you had lost contact with Jordan; you never did keep in touch outside of classes together, so you’re really hoping to see him tonight.

When you arrive at the venue, you’re greeted with shiny mylar balloons in the shape of the number five, and cliché reunion songs: ‘reunited and it feels so good’ currently playing through the sound system. You quickly begin scanning the room for Jordan. Everyone's dressed to the nines in dapper tuxes and strappy dresses; perfect for the venue’s elegant vibe. You encounter many familiar faces as you search the crowd. A few people try and talk to you, but you just brush them off in search of Jordan.

After several minutes of searching, you lose hope. Feeling defeated, you take a seat at the far end of the bar and order yourself a drink. Just as the first sip of your cocktail warms your throat you hear a familiar voice, causing you to spin around.

“Y/N?”

“Oh my God, Jordan!” you exclaim as you stand, pulling him in for a hug. “It’s so good to see you.”

“You too. Wow, you look amazing,” he says, taking a step back to give you a look over. You can feel your cheeks redden under his gaze.

“Same goes for yourself; look at you!” You give his shoulder a flirtatious push.

“How’ve you been?” he asks, beginning to take the empty seat next to you. “Oh, I should have asked, is anyone sitting here?”

“No, not at all. Please sit, sit,” you encourage, tapping the chair as you sit back down as well.

“So, did you come alone then?” he asks as he removes his suit jacket, hanging it over the backrest.

“Yup, single and ready to mingle,” you joke. “How about you?”

“Same actually… I gotta be honest though, I was half expecting you to have kids and be married to ‘whatshisname’.”

“Haahaha, nope. No kids. Never been married,” you laugh. “We actually broke up pretty much right after graduation.”

“Ya know, I was always so insanely jealous of him in high school,” Jordan admits.

“Yeah, you and everyone else — Mr. Popularity,” you add with an eye-roll.

“Except for me, it wasn’t about his popularity.”

“It wasn’t?” Then what was it about?” you ask looking confused, then picking up your cocktail to have a sip.

“You’re really gonna make me say it huh?” he blushes. “You, silly. It was about you,” Jordan states making you sputter your drink back into your glass.

You quickly wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Excuse me!?” you say, both apologizing for your actions and asking if you heard him correctly.

Yeah, I had a huge crush on you,” he confirms with a laugh, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“I would say that’s the alcohol talking, but you haven’t even ordered yet,” you joke as your pulse quickens. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Are you crazy? I felt blessed that you gave me the time of day in Chemistry. I knew you were out of my league, plus, you were dating Mr. Bigshot star quarterback.”

His words made guilt rise in your stomach, you can’t believe you came off that shallow back then.

“But Jordan, I had a huge crush on you too!”

“And I would say that’s the alcohol talking too, but you spit most of that back into your glass,” Jordan laughs. “Now you’re just fucking with me.”

“I’m not. I’m serious, Jordan. I was even hoping to run into you here tonight,” you say, reaching out to rest your hand on his arm.

“What?” Jordan chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. “Then why didn’t you just —”

“What, break up with him and ask you out? You finish his thought. “’cause I was an idiot and apparently my popularity was more important than my happiness. I’ve regretted it since.”

“Wow,” Jordan huffs out in shock, running his hand through his dark curls. “I-” he starts before being cut off by an approaching old classmate calling his name. Jordan makes small talk with him for a few minutes while you sip your drink, waiting patiently for them finish.

“Sorry about that, I don’t even remember what I was about to say now,” Jordan says, rubbing at the back of his neck. “But umm - I hope this isn’t too forward, and I know there are probably other people you wanna reconnect with tonight, but do you by any chance wanna get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you answer with a sultry smirk.

“Oh... um...okay. I was not expecting you to agree to that. Let’s – uhh, let’s go,” Jordan says in a surprised tone, reaching for your hand and pulling you from the barstool. He grabs his suit jacket off the back of the chair, then tugs you through a sea of old acquaintances and classmates heading towards the exits. Once in the parking lot, Jordan pulls a key fob out his suit jacket pocket and presses the unlock button, illuminating the car's lights.

“Holy shit, you have a fucking Tesla?” you exclaim, as Jordan opens the passenger side door for you.

“Not exactly,” Jordan admits before closing your door. He circles around to the driver’s side and climbs in. “It’s my brother’s. He’s letting me borrow it while he’s on tour.”

“Wait, Josh? Right?” you ask, remembering his older brother.

“You remember?” he smiles. “Yeah he’s a famous musician now; traveling the globe.”

“Wow, that’s awesome! Good for him.”

With that conversation now wrapped up, the air in the car goes uncomfortably silent; the mood switching from that of catching up with an old friend to an awkward first date now that you both realize you’re alone together.

“So… ummm… what do you wanna do now?” Jordan says, breaking the silence.

“I have a few ideas,” you suggest bravely, walking your fingers up Jordan’s chest and tugging on his tie.

“Oh yeah,” he smirks. “Like what?”

“Like, you,” you say, pulling his upper half over by his tie and over the center console towards you.

“R-really?” he chokes out, his mouth centimeters from your own.

“Really, really,” you laugh.

With a flick of your tongue against his lip,s you coax open his mouth, his tongue meeting yours in the middle. Your bodies scramble over the console and into the back seat as the kissing intensifies; his hands roaming your body and your needy moans filling each other’s mouths.

“I can take you somewhere nice,” Jordan says with hitched breath, breaking the kiss and looking up at you where you’re now perched in his lap in the back seat: one knee resting on the side of each of his thighs, your bare core barely concealed by the bunched fabric of your dress.

“Here is fine.” You pause briefly to plunge your tongue back into his mouth, “I’ve waited for this long enough,” you add, slipping his tie over his head and then reconnecting your mouths once again as you begin to unbutton his shirt.

About halfway down his shirt, you pull a little too roughly and cause a button to pop off and rocket across the car. “Mmm, hope you weren’t renting this suit,” you laugh breathily against his flesh, moving your kisses to his neck and rotating your hips in his lap as Jordan shrugs off the button down.

“Uhmm,” he moans loudly, raising his hips to meet yours and lolling his head to the left against the window. “It’s - uhhh- it’s actually J-Josh’s too.” His breath fogs up the glass and he huffs out another breath. His hands caress your back as you mark him up before they settle on the small zipper between your shoulder blades on the fabric of your dress. He takes the tiny piece of metal between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it down your spine to the zipper stop.

“Off!” you demand, sitting up to yank on his belt, then standing the best you can, hunched over in the confines of the car, to shimmy off your dress.

“Oh shit!” Jordan marvels at your body as he fumbles with his belt; button and zipper to follow. He plunges his pants and boxers down his thighs in one fluid motion, his hard cock pressed against his stomach. Your eyes go wide at his size, you were hardly expecting that from his ‘boy next door’ persona. Jordan takes notice. “Big enough for ya?” he teases smugly, his face plastered with a smirk as he strokes himself.

“Oh fuck, give that to me!” you exclaim, pulling off your heels and clambering back into his lap, a foot on either side. Quickly, you replace his hand with your own, gripping him tightly and guiding him to your entrance. You let out a whine as you sink down on his length, relishing in the satisfying stretch and pleasurable fullness inside of you. “Jordan!” you cry out in ecstasy, tangling your fingers in the dark ringlets at the base of his neck as you bottom out to the hilt.

“Mmmm” he grips your waist pulling you against him. “I never thought I —- ummgh, never thought I’d get to hear you say my name like that,” He whispers in your ear, teeth delicately nibbling at the lobe before descending to your neck.

“Uhhh, yeah, you like that?” you tease as you ride him.

“Y-ahhhh,” he huffs against the freshly made plum markings that decorate your flesh. “Say it again.”

“Uhhhh, Jordan. Jorrr-dannn,” you begin to chant as you pick up speed, reaching up to palm the glass roof for balance. “Oh god, I’m so close.”

“Not yet,” Jordan says, pushing you off of him. “Wanna take you from behind.”

You quickly shift positions; Jordan bending you over the center console between the two front seats. With one hand on the bottom cushion of each seat, you try your hardest not to claw at the leather as Jordan re-enters you.

“Mmmm you’re fucking soaked,” Jordan groans as he thrusts. His hands grip your hips, pulling you back against him just as hard as he’s driving his hips forward, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.

“Uhh, yes! Fuck my wet fucking pussy, Jordan. Mhmmmm feels so good,” you grit through your teeth, a familiar warmth already rekindling in your abdomen.

His pace is relentless, his aim spot on. Your orgasm is quickly building; you can tell it’s going to be a good one — going to be intense.

“Jordan I’m gonna —- I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” you repeat, caught off guard by the gush of fluid splashing from your entrance and dripping down your thighs.

“Oh, fuck that’s so hott!” Jordan tightens his grasp on your hips, releasing inside you.

The rest of your night together is spent at the local 24-hour self-service car wash, flirting and laughing while shampooing the Tesla’s carpets.

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When Jordan picks up Josh from the airport a few days later, he notices right away. “Dude, did you get the carpets shampooed? He questions, reaching down to feel them. “Ok, what did you do?” he scolds knowingly.

“Uh... umm yeah — Jim- Jim got sick,” Jordan lies. Jim picks his head up from where he lays on the back seat, at the mention of his name, cocking his head to the side. “Didn’t cha boy? Oh yes, you did,” Jordan speaks in a high-pitched baby voice, reaching into the back to ruffle Jim’s fur.

“Awww my poor little dude,” Josh’s tone matches Jordan’s.

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“Dude, what’s with you and the turtlenecks lately?” Josh questions walking into the kitchen, as he buttons his shirt, fresh out of the shower. “You’ve been wearing one ever since you picked me up at the airport like three days ago — where the hell did this button go?” he says, abruptly changing the subject. “You wouldn’t know anything about this, would you? I know you wear my clothes when I’m gone.”

“I — um, wore it to my high school reunion last week, but uh — it was fine then. Must have fallen off in the wash,” Jordan shrugs.

“The wash huh?” Josh eyes him suspiciously, walking closer to where Jordan’s eating breakfast at the table. He feigns traveling past him towards the cereal but doubles back at the last second, abruptly grabbing the collar on Jordan’s turtleneck and tugging it down, exposing various sized purple markings. “The wash do that too, you fricken dork?” he laughs, playfully shoving his brothers head as he walks away. “That must have been some reunion,” Josh teases, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. “You gotta tell me all about it on the way to pick up Debby after breakfast.”

“No, I don’t,” Jordan mumbles with a mouth full of cereal.

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“So it was someone we went to school with obviously. Do I know her?” Josh pries as they buckle up.

“I already told you I’m not telling you about it.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun, fine!” Josh pouts, then looks up to open the sunroof. “Jordannn?... Is that a handprint on my roof? Did you - did you —” he pauses when Jordan’s hands fly up to cover his blushing face. “Oh my god, you did. You fucked her in my car!”

“Maybe…” Jordan squeaks out from behind his hands.

“Dammit, Jordan! This is why I can’t have nice things.”

[junkyard-dunky]

14 & 2 from fluff please? 😊😊

Why yes of course.

I smiled as I took the canid photo of Jordan, standing in awe, looking at the Eiffel Tower. He recently asked me to come with him, for his brother was touring and he wanted a friend to tag along. I was lucky and he let me accompany him.

He must have seen me smiling later on while we were back at the hotel. I was sitting on the bed, and look up to see Jordan coming out of the bathroom, hair wet, and a towel low around his waist. I don’t understand how it stayed on him.

“Why are you blushing?” He gives me a curious smile with furrowed brows.

“No reason.” I quickly unlock my phone, only to realize that Jordan was standing right in front of me.

“Was that?”

“What?” I quickly tilt my phone to touch my stomach blocking his view.

I watch as he squints his eyes in frustration.

“Ok..”

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I. Can’t. Sleep.

Jordan is out with is brother filming some video for his YouTube channel, and I’m trying to sleep. Being around men that act like rowdy teenage boys is tiring.

I decide to lay here bit longer, just to see if I can maybe drift off. But soon enough I hear a key card in the lock on the door, and I turn on my side to watch it open.

He closes the door, causing the room to go into a pit of black nothingness. I listen as he trips over something, muttering a “shit” shortly after. I roll over and turn the lamp on.

“Oh you’re awake. Or did I wake you?”

“No you’re fine I’ve been awake. Did you get what you needed?”

“Huh? Oh yeah”

I watch him hunched over his suitcase, and see he pulls out basketball shorts. I’m confused as he walks over to my nightstand. “What time is it?” He goes to grab my phone, and before I can tear it away he’s already seen it. I sit up hurriedly. “Why didn’t you just use your phone!?” I try to reach to get my phone out of his hands, only for him to move his arm out of my reach. “Why am I your lockscreen?” He quirks a brow, and I swear I see a smirk. “I asked first.” I pout. “My phone is dead. Now answer my question.”I bite my lip, embarrassed.“I just really liked the picture.” I said. “And you looked really good.” I mumbled the last part. “No what was that?”“What?”“That last part?”“Huh?”“Come on y/n what did you say?” He’s definitely smirking now. “I said you looked really good!” I whine, feeling the familiar heated sensation on my face that I seem to get often around Jordan. “Aw, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”I watch as he puts my phone back on the nightstand. Then he randomly starts to undress, though a bit farther back. “What are you doing?”“I’m getting ready for bed.” He notions at his basketball shorts on the bed. I pay close attention at the dark look in his eyes as strips down to nothing but briefs. He comes over to the bed, grabbing the shorts off my blanketed feet. “Are you still embarrassed?” He asks as I sit up criss cross. “No”“Then why are you blushing?” He walks to me, my face meets his chest, to slowly look up at his face. His comes to my face, thumb grazing my cheek, traveling down to my chin, titling my head up all the way. Having enough of the teasing, I get up on my knees to level with his face and kiss him. He almost immediately kisses back, surprising the both of I think. I snake my arms around his neck, as he leans down and grabs me by the back of my thighs, making us lay down with him leaning over the bed. He pulls away from my lips, and kisses my cheek, then my jaw, and lastly putting marks on my neck and upper chest. “Beautiful.” I hear him whisper. It’s barely audible but I still hear it. I push my hips up just to get the slightest friction, pressure, anything. He realizes, what I need and presses he crotch against my clothed heat. I gasp and let it out in a shaky breath. Jordan hands graze over my breasts, down my stomach and stop at the hem of my shirt. He looks at me for permission, which I grant with a nod. I lean my head up to get it off, and once he done, Jordan looks at me. And we just share this look, feeling of pure emotion if whatever is happening, but enjoying it nonetheless. He leans down to kiss my again, so I place my hands on his shoulders, squeezing the taught muscle there. I move my hands to go into his curls, kissing him desperately. He glides his tongue across my bottom lip, so I invite him in. I imagine the feeling of I warm, sweet mouth somewhere else, making me moan into it. I remove my hands from his hair to glide them down his chest and to the front of his shorts I’m surprised when I feel how hard he is, since we’ve really only been kissing. He parts from me to look at me. “Are you sure?” He asks. I nod, appreciating his question. He goes to remove his shorts, so I move to get on the bed the right way. As he climbs on the bed to come back to me, I unsnap my bra, to fling it on the floor. His hands cover my breasts and he starts kissing down between them, his mouth making its way to the top of my shorts. He looks at me, and I nod. He removes his to place at the hem of both my shorts and panties pulling them both down and off my legs. He spreads my legs open a bit more to his liking. “Can I?” “Please?”He smirks, wrapping his arms under my thighs to place his hands on my stomach. I gasp when he reach over my thigh and places a thumb above my clit, pulling up. His mouth soon attaches to the sensitive bud, and I gasp at the attention. He unwraps his other arm to prod my cunt with a curious finger. He detaches from my clit to give multiple flat licks from my opening up to my bud, making my pussy even more wet than before. “So sweet.” He says, looking at me before he inserts his middle finger. I release a small moan as he slowly thrusts his finger. He stops when he’s fully in and I look down at him with curiosity. I let out a loud shaky moan when he inserts his ring finger and curls up. Seeing that I like this, he repeats action, making me squirm under his touch. “Ung Jordan, fuck” I whisper moan, egging him onHe really seems determined for his fingers start curling faster and he start to suck on my clit again, and running his tongue over it while it’s in his mouth. “Jordan stop! I’m gonna come! I don’t wanna come yet.” I put my hand in his hair and softly pull up. He listens to my cries and removes his mouth, but he keeps his finger in me. I slows down to a slow rhythm, his hand barely moving. I look at him as he stands on his knees, and see his briefs tight against his crotch. Feeling bad, I sit up just enough to touch him, getting a soft grunt. He removes his fingers from my cunt, reaching to remove his boxers with one hand, while the other is in his mouth, sucking his finger clean. He get the briefs off, and I can feel my sex pulse with desire as I see his cock. “Can I um” He quirks and eyebrow. “Suckyouoffmaybe?”“What?” I watch as he reach over to the nightstand to grab his wallet. I watch as he pulls out a condom. “Wait.” I say“What”“Can you go raw?”“Are you sure” “Yeah. I have an implant.” “Oh ok.” He smiles and tosses the condom on the nightstand. He leans down over me to kiss me. I encourage him, by grazing my hand over his hard, flushed cock, slick with pre cum. I use my thumb to rub it over his tip, making him gasp in the kiss. I continue to move my hand over him, getting into a slow stroke. He moves his hips down to mine, removing my hand from him. I place it on his shoulder as we both watch him run his tip through my lips. I throw my head back, tired of the teasing“Please”“Please what?”“Please just fuck me. Please.” He hums as I beg him. He leans down to kiss me, moving his lips to my jaw, then to a spot right behind my ear. “Ooh god.” The feeling of his thick cock inside me is enough for stars to explode behind my closed eyes. “Mm baby girl you feel so good. Wrapped around me like this.” His hips start to grind against mine, setting a slow but deep trust. “Jordan” I whine. I want more. “What baby?”“Please go faster.”He moves the kneel between my thighs pulling out. “Turn over.” He instructs. I hesitate, wondering what he has up his sleeve. He slaps my thigh softly. making me jump and follow his order. He grabs my hip, and uses his free hand to guide him self back into me. We both groan at the new position. Soon enough though Jordan starts up a quick pace, not hard, but fast. “Oh god baby I could get used to this.” I moan as I feel him start to kneed my ass with his big warm hands. He runs his hands over my ass and dip them into my lower back making me shiver, all the while keeping up his pace. “Jordan” I moan, loving the sound of his name coming out of my mouth. “Baby your gonna come soon aren’t you?” He leans down as far as he can, still keeping his pace. I don’t even feel his hand make the trip, until his middle and ring finger are rubbing my clit in circles, sending me over the edge. “Yes Y/n, squirt all over my cock.” He continues to rub my clit, and my thighs shake and I squeal at the over stimulation. I squeeze around his cock, which must have been just enough as i feel him twitch and throb inside me. “Cum inside me.” I beg, and he does as I ask. I feel the warm, thick liquid come out of me and go down my thighs as he slows his thrusts.I arch my back after he pulls out, putting in a show for him. I hear him groan as I clench around nothing, making more of his cum and my juices spill out. “Baby you were so good. I’m gonna get a wash cloth ok?”I nod and lean my head down, staying in the same position. I gasp as I soon feel a warm rag wiping up my legs. “Thank you.” I say as I turn to sit cross cross. I watch as he wipes his own thighs and balls. “Are you-“I know I know. It’s just cause I’m really turned still.”I look at his still hard cock. And an Idea pops in my head. I go to lay down and wait as he goes to put the washcloth in the bathroom. I watch as he comes to lay next to me, cock still hard. I scoot over to him after turning the light off, sighing happily when I feel him put his hand on my him and an arm neck. He curls his arm to play with my hair, and I him in contentment. I place my hand on his cheek to kiss him. I run my hand down his chest, his stomach, and stop when I feel his tip touch my hand. “What are you doing”“Can I help you out?”“Yeah” he whispers. I move the covers off and move to settle between his legs. I cautiously wrap my hand around his base, and start to kitten lick his tip. He sighs as the sensation, so I decide to take him further, hollowing my cheeks, trying to please him as much as possible. The moan I get when he hit the back of my throat tells me I’m succeeding. I relax my and start to bob my head, earning some more sounds from him. I’ve never heard a more vocal boy during oral. He sits up a bit and gathers my hair in to a makeshift ponytail. I stop my movements and push against his hand letting him know that he can fuck my mouth. He goes easy the entire time, and soon enough I can feel his cum paint my throat with white warm streaks. I try to swallow most of it, the salty taste of Jordan I’m not used to. He puts his hand under my chin and brings me up to look at him. I wipe the cum off the side of my lip with the back of my hand, and he kisses me. No tongue, just sweet, gentle kiss, enjoying the contact of our lips pressed together. “I don’t want this to end.” I whisper. “What? The sex?” “No I- I want more.” He looks at me, eyes scattering across my face. “Then lets do more.” He raises his eyebrows in question. “Yeah?”“Yeah”

[graceisnervousinactive]

I can feel the Tension

Hey look another drabble. enjoy.

Word Count: 1939 :)

Warnings: Eating out, hand job, choking, hair pulling, a bit rough nothing to much

Her.

With my job, it causes me to travel, which kinda sucks, especially if my friends don’t come with. I mean I have friends that I have to travel with, I mean they’re the ones I’m taking pictures of, but there is a certain friend I wish could travel with us all the time. And it’s a friend’s brother who’ve I’ve seem to have made a bit of an acquaintance with.  

Him.

I miss her so much and with my multiple jobs it’s hard to be able to stay close to her. I just finished a project with a friends company and hopefully I can go to my brother’s show tonight to surprise her and maybe give her a good long awaited kiss. God  those beautiful lips. I miss them. And how her face frames them, then her wonderful personality along with her. I can’t handle it. I was thinking I could fly to her hotel tonight. I can’t seem to get her off my mind.

Her.

Tonight was unbearable. Knowing that he was only a couple hundred miles away from me and my hotel and I could not see him? How is that possible? I’m kinda glad though because I don’t want others to know. They can’t know really, it would be so awkward. I find my way around the arena, fast and gracefully, as Jenna and Debby say, knowing that they could try what I do but it wouldn’t be that good. They always say I have a gift. In multiple ways.

Him.

I flew out there, asking my brother what hotel they were staying at. Eventually meeting my brother at the arena, avoiding Y/n as much as possible, and luckily not getting caught. I  hope to surprise her cause God do I want it to be important. If she loves me as much as I love her then I think it will.

Her.

I'm glad after seeing the last couple groups pick up confetti before walking to find Jenna or Brad, my mentor. I check my phone to see two texts, one from Brad and one from Jordan. I open Jordan’s first.

“ Do you got plans tonight? I'm a couple hundred miles from where you are and I”

It stopped there. He was quoting one of my songs, like he usually does before he has a trick up his sleeve. So I played along.

“Were you thinking you would fly to my hotel tonight?”

Him.

It was fun being at her hotel in her bed without her knowing. And it’ll just be me and her. And that makes me really really happy. I palmed myself through jeans, getting hard just thinking of those gorgeous thighs around my head, squeezing because i'm giving her to much pleasure as her body wriggles for she can’t handle it. I hear a key sliding and quickly I put my phone on the nightstand. And lazily, I watch her open the door.  My breath catches in my throat at her legs covered by shorts and her body showing through a tight t-shirt  showing everything in all the right places. She is the definition of beautiful as cliche as that sounds.

Her.

Shock sets it only 2 seconds later after I realize that Jordan is on my hotel bed in Czechoslovakia. What was he doing here?

“Jordan?”

“Hey” He smiles at me.

“What are you doing here?”  I asked.

“ I missed you, being so close to you I couldn't even bear the thought of not being able to see you.”  He smiled again, his beautiful smile.

I walk over to the  bed and as I do he stands up. Soon enough our lips meet, causing us both to sigh in contentment. My hands slide up his arms and as they reach his biceps I give them a squeeze, feeling the hard muscles clothed by his shirt. I move my hands up further to his shoulders to give them a light push, which ends our kiss. He looks up at me with a smile from the edge bed.

He runs his hands up my body and I lean my head back as his big hands find their way to cup my breasts. I look down to see him looking at me with lust fully in his eyes. Taking his forearms in to my hands, I slowly pull his arms off of me. My hands help him take the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head.

He sees that I’m distracted after the task of me throwing my own shirt in the room somewhere, and takes advantage of it by grabbing my hips and sliding back, pulling me on top of him with my legs falling perfectly around his hips.

I feel his hard on pressing against me, so I slowly rock once, getting a soft groan to escape from his lips. His hands have a grip on my hips softly, pulling me down to meet with his small thrusts. After two  more, I feel my breath increasing its speed and getting caught in my throat at the same time which was little frustrating since I was trying to focus on a certain task at hand.

Him.

I live for the feeling of her on me, or just touching me in anyway. It just sends a tingling sensation through me whenever her body comes into contact with mine. It’s that simple. I’m taken out of my thoughts as her hips press into mine with what seems like more urgency, and I feel that go straight to my cock. I jerk my hips up to let her know that I’m feeling her and I know she needs me.

 I lean upwards so I can help her get rid of her bra. I give her a kiss, which turns back into a heated one like before. I pull away to look at her, soon feeling her soft hands touch my chest. I lean down to her neck, sucking on the skin right under her jaw, getting a moan from her that goes straight to my aching cock.

 I go down her chest to attach my lips to one of her nipples, gently sucking the sensitive bud. I massage the other while working with the first. I switch after a minute it seems. Eventually I give her breasts a parting kiss and I work my kisses slowly down her stomach. I love savoring her body.

 Once i get to the hem of her shorts, I unbutton them and watch as she lifts her hips and lets me help her shimmy out of them. I throw them on the floor somewhere with the rest of our clothes. She giggles as I trace her panty line with feather light touches, causing gooseflesh to break out on her skin.

 I give soft, gentle kisses to the top her thighs, soon spreading them apart to kiss the insides of them. “Wait” She says. I look at her through my lashes while sucking marks on her thighs.

“Take your pants off.”

Her

After he takes his pants off followed by his boxers, I watch as he crawls back in between my legs. He helps me get out of my panties. “God look at how wet you are for me baby.” He says, seeing my wet, dripping sex. “Mmm Jordan touch me.” I beg. I sigh with pleasure as I feel his finger drag up and down my lips, stopping at my clit. He rubs the sensitive bud in circles until I’m a moaning, gasping mess. He slows down, eventually to a stop to take his finger and slip it inside of me. I feel the pleasure escape my lips as a strangled breath, turning into a moan when I feel his mouth close around my clit. The pleasure becomes to much for me, going straight to my stomach, sending waves and shakes through my body, especially when he curls his fingers and his tongue speeds up it’s circular motion He moans against my clit, making my orgasm even more pleasurable. He pulls his fingers out of me, making me moan at the empty feeling. He helps me ride my high out by giving flat licks up from my core to my clit. I watch as he comes up to me, kissing me, and I moan into his mouth tasting myself on his tongue. 

I watch as he takes his boxers off, his hard, flush cock slapping against his stomach.“Want you in my mouth.” I beg.

“As much I would love that, I miss this tight, sloppy cunt of yours wrapping me. Another time ok?”

“Please?” He gives me a dark look.

 I whine at not getting what I wanted. In return to my attitude, he pulls me harshly by the backs of my knees, then flipping me swiftly onto my stomach, grabbing my hips to put my ass in the air. I whine at his roughness, though it’s not like I mind. I try to look behind me to see what he’s doing but I don’t need to for he’s pushing his hard length into me, causing us both to moan. He does it slowly, then pulling all the way out, just to push rather hard into me again. 

I scream in pleasure and hearing his grunts makes me wetter on the spot.  I push myself back into him.

“You like this huh? You like when I throw you around?” 

I hiss as I feel his big hand lay down hard on my ass twice. His thrusts become more rhythmic, and with each thrust i feel myself getting closer to my second orgasm. 

Him

I find a rhythm easily, and I can tell she’s close with the way she’s squeezing around my cock. I apply more pressure to her hips, knowing she loves when I’m rough her. I remove on to give her already red ass a good slap, and I get a muffled scream/moan in return.

 “Jordan! Please, please I’m gonna cum please can I?” I smile at her begging, and I rub her ass soothingly, letting her know what’s coming. 

“I don’t know I didn’t really like your whining earlier. I don’t like your,” I slap her hard on the other side, surprising her,

 “Attitude.”

“Ahh Jordan please, I’m sorry please, I know I gave you attitude and I’m sorry.” 

She cries and I pick up the pace of my thrusts. I grab her hair and pull her head up, reaching for her neck.

“Unghh Jordan p-please.”

I give one more hard thrust

“Cum”

She does as she’s told, once again a shaking mess under my touch. I let go of her neck but I don’t stop my movements, causing her to cry because of the over stimulation. I feel my own orgasm settle in warm shoot through my cock and into her tight, quavering pussy.

“God baby I missed you.” I say pulling out of her, half hard. I watch as she falls flat on the bed her cheek against the mattress, making her look at me.

I crawl next to her right. And lay down to face her. She looks at me with a beautiful smile, and then she scooches closer to me, pressing the top of her head to my chest. I put my chin of her head after giving it a peck. I grunt as she unexpectedly starts stroking my still slightly hard cock.

“Baby” I move my head to put my hand under her chin, lifting her head up to look at me. She smiles mischievously, biting her lips before saying,

“I can feel the tension”  

[junkyard-dunky]

Please pick one or a couple and I’ll use them in a Drabble! Maybe get a whole ass fic too. Also, they’ll be smuts. So if that’s a no no for you, please don’t enter a number. Thank you💕

Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

[beanfic]

Brotherly Love

Pairing: husband!Josh Dun x Reader

Word Count: 1405

Warnings: Angst and language.

Author’s Note: Hi! Just wanted to pop in and let y’all know that I will be creating a posting schedule! From now on I will be posting on Tuesdays, thursdays and sundays! Anyways, enjoy this one-shot! 

“Josh, please. I’m sorry.” You fall to your knees, tears streaming down your cheeks while you watch your husband walk out of your front door. “Please… I’m sorry.”

                                               Earlier that day...

“Hey, baby.” Josh comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He kisses your neck, making you squirm because you were ticklish. You were in the kitchen sauteing vegetables for dinner that night, because Josh’s brother, Jordan, was coming over.

You spin around in Josh’s arms to face him, and you plant a kiss on the tip of his nose making him smile wide.

“How is cake coming along?” you ask him and he lights up.

“Come look at it! I’m trying a new cheesecake recipe,” Josh says giddily. Even though Josh enjoys drumming and boxing, he also has a huge heart for baking. Josh grabs your hand and pulls you over to the oven and turns on the light.

“Looks delicious!” you say, swinging your arm around Josh.

Josh bends over and whispers in your ear, “Like you.” This made you smack him with the towel you were holding, and ended up with Josh raising both his hands in defeat.

A couple hours later, dinner was made and dessert was cooling. You had gone upstairs to take a shower while Josh stayed downstairs setting up the dinner table. Jordan got a huge business deal, and that is what you guys were celebrating.

“Y/N?” Josh calls. “You almost ready? Jordan will be here in ten!”

“Yes!” you call back. All you had to get done was your hair, which you were in the middle of straightening. You were wearing low v-cut maroon top with a black denim mini skirt. You finished up the last piece of hair, sprayed perfume, and then walked downstairs.

“You look pretty.” Josh walks over to you and pulls you in for a kiss. He starts to kiss your neck again, but you were interrupted by the doorbell. You fix your hair and walk over to the door and open it to a smiling Jordan. He was wearing a navy blue button down with skinny jeans, and his curly dark hair was styled with some product. You thought he looked handsome, but so was Josh. You guessed it must run in the Dun family.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jordan pulls you in for a hug and you could feel his hand brush against your thigh. You look away quickly, knowing that your cheeks were about to turn the color of the roses on your kitchen table.

“Where’s my hug?” Josh grabs Jordan and pulls him into a giant bro hug, patting him on the back. “Congrats bro on your deal! That’s seriously so awesome!”

“Thanks, man, I’m stoked!” The next thirty minutes were spent catching up and eating fresh guacamole that Josh had made with tortilla chips.

“Dinner will be ready in five!” you tell everyone after checking on the lasagna you had in the oven. It was a recipe from your grandma, and you were excited to share it with Jordan because it was one of Josh’s favorites.

“Good, I’m hungry!” Josh heads over to the kitchen and grabs a beer. He offers one to Jordan who declines.

Once the lasagna was done, you served everyone and you all sat around the table and dug in.

“This is delicious, Y/N!” Jordan winked at you, which made you blush once again.

“Thanks, Jordan,” you smile back. This feeling of guilt came rushing over you. It hit you that you truly had feelings for Jordan too. Josh was amazing and all, and you loved him, but Josh was four years older than you and Jordan was closer in age. Jordan also flirted with you all the time, which didn’t make anything easier.

You and Jordan had never acted on these feelings. You believed in loyalty and being faithful to Josh.

“Y/N? You there?” Josh waved his hands in front of your face. You didn’t even realize you were spacing out.

“Yeah, sorry.” You brush your hair behind your ear and looked down at your lap. Jordan started talking about his work, and you found him staring at his lips. They were smaller than Josh’s, but they still looked so kissable. Jordan definitely noticed because he was starting look at yours. You really hoped Josh wasn’t noticing.

Dinner continued with Josh talking about the upcoming tour, and you were interrupted when you felt a shoe on your leg. Jordan was trying to get your attention. You look at him and he raises an eyebrow. Did Jordan know that you were into him too? The familiar feeling of guilt was back.

“Well, I am stuffed.” Josh leans back from the table and both you and Jordan agree.

“Hey, Y/N, can you show me the bathroom upstairs? I’m feeling a little queasy and I don’t want to stink it up down here!” Jordan hands Josh his plate and you nod.

“Can you start the dishes for me, Josh?”

“Sure thing!” Josh grabs the dishes and heads to the kitchen. You hear the sink turn on, and you show Jordan upstairs.

“You look so good tonight,” Jordan expressed and you smile.

“So do you.” You walk into the master bathroom and show him the toilet. It was the only bathroom upstairs. Jordan walks over to the toilet but turns around before you start walking away. He walks towards you and grabs your body. You gasp but didn’t try to remove his grip.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, his lips getting closer to yours, and you nod. He places his lips on yours and begins to kiss you. You immediately push your tongue inside his mouth and continue to kiss him passionately. This was something you’d been wanting to do for a while.

Jordan picks you up and places you on the bathroom counter so you two were the same height and could kiss easier. You wrapped your legs around his body, and Jordan held you close.

“Fuck,” you whisper, catching your breath. All you wanted to do in this moment is rip Jordan and your clothes off.

“I've seen you looking at me, I know that you want me,” Jordan whispers into your ear and you nod. He starts kissing you again, with one hand behind your head and the other hand on your chest.

“What the fuck?”

Both you and Jordan turn to find Josh standing in the doorway, looking like he was about to fume. You jump off the counter and fix your skirt.

“Josh, I can explain,” you stammer.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Jordan,” Josh stares at you, and you couldn’t look away.

“Josh-”

“Now.” Josh takes a step towards Jordan but you stand in front of Josh to stop him. The last thing you wanted was a fight. Jordan shoves past Josh without looking at him and walks downstairs. Once the door slammed, Josh looked at you.

“Explain.” His serious tone made you feel sick with guilt and tears immediately started to swell up in your eyes.

“Josh, I am so sorry.”

“I don’t want to hear your pathetic apologies, I want a reason. Now.” Josh towered over you, making you feel miniscule.

“I’ve already felt attracted to Jordan, and he felt the same too. He was the one who acted on it.” You decided to not beat around the bush and just tell him the truth.

“Fuck you.”

“Josh. I’m sorry.” You started to cry harder as Josh started walking downstairs. You felt horrible that you hurt him; it was the last thing you ever wanted to do. Josh grabbed his keys and started towards the front door.

“Josh, where are you going?”

“Away from you.” He turns around and opens the door, not looking back.

“Josh, please. I’m sorry.” You fall to your knees, tears streaming down your cheeks while you watch your husband walk out of your front door. “Please… I’m sorry.”

You lay on the floor, feeling too numb to move. You just pushed away one of the most important people in your life, and you felt horrible. You hated yourself for how good the kiss felt, and you hated how happy you were that Jordan was interested in you. You wondered if you should have told Josh and cut things off beforehand, but you also knew that you love Josh and you, not Jordan. It was just infatuation.

[blurry-fics]

The Surprise

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1439

Summary: Josh and Jordan team up to surprise you.

Author’s Note: I have to say, there is nothing I love more than writing fics with Jim in them :’) also, my goal is to start posting requests next week! I just wanted to make sure everyone had a chance to submit theirs before I start posting them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one :) (picture credit)

“Are we almost to the door?” you asked, holding your free hand out in front of you. “I feel like I’m going to trip at any moment.”

“Almost there.”

Josh put a hand on your back and helped you up the small step that led to your front porch. The two of you had just arrived home from a nice lunch together, a normal Friday tradition for the two of you, but this time he had announced that you had to close your eyes before you got out of the car. It had taken a bit of convincing to get you to go along with it, but Josh’s obvious excitement about whatever he had planned eventually got you to give in.

“Ok, we’re going inside.”

You slowly followed Josh into the house and towards the living room. Josh’s grip on your hand grew tighter as he carefully led you around the coffee table.

“Is Jordan here?” you asked. Josh’s brother had been staying with the two of you over the last week, but you were unsure if he was actually home.

“Yeah.”

“Hi, Jordy!” you called, so that he would be able to hear you no matter where he was in the house.

“Hi, Y/N,” he answered from a short distance away, making you jump a little. Josh quickly caught you before you went falling backwards. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,.”

“You’re fine,” you said, waving a hand in what you hoped was his direction. “The whole having my eyes closed thing is just throwing me off.”

“It’ll be worth it.”

“Wait, Jordan knows what the surprise is?” you asked.

“Of course he does, he helped me with it,” Josh laughed.

“What are you two up to,” you muttered under your breath. Josh wasn’t usually one for surprises, but evidently today was different. You were beginning to wonder if you had forgotten some significant date.

“Alright, Y/N, I’m going to have you sit on the couch,” Josh said.

“Where is it?” you laughed.

“Right here.”

Josh helped you find the couch and get comfortable. You were starting to get a little nervous about whatever he had planned, but you were still willing to go along with it. The tone of his voice made it clear that he was excited about whatever was happening.

“Ok, Jordan and I are going to get the surprise. Don’t move.”

“Both of you are going?”

“Yeah, it will just be a few minutes.”

“Ok, I’ll be here.”

Josh and Jordan’s footsteps left the room, leaving you with only the steady hum of the refrigerator from the other room. You leaned back into the cushions, idly tapping your hands against your thighs. Down the hall, you could just make out the muffled sounds of Josh and Jordan having a conversation.

They couldn’t have been gone for more than a few minutes when you heard a loud crash from what must have been the guest room. You sat up immediately, worried that one of them had been injured while trying to get your surprise ready.

“Josh? Jordan? Are you ok?”

“We’re fine!” Jordan answered, but it was shortly followed by Josh yelling something you couldn’t quite make out.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Just stay in there, Y/N!” Josh answered this time.

“Yeah, right,” you muttered, slowly getting to your feet. Even if you were going to investigate and potentially help the boys, you would honor Josh’s request to keep your eyes closed. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin the surprise and disappoint Josh.

As you got closer to the room Josh and Jordan were in, you were able to make out fragments of what they were saying. It wasn’t quite enough to fully understand what was going on, but you were relieved to hear that it didn’t seem like they were in any sort of grave danger.

“Get him, Jordan!”

Him?

“I’m trying! It’s not like you’re doing any better!”

“Do you guys need help?” you asked.

“Damn it.”

“Just stay out there, Y/N!”

You sighed and leaned against the wall. Josh and Jordan quieted down now that they knew you were outside the door, but you could tell from all the other sounds that they were still struggling to handle whatever it was they were doing.

After a few more minutes, you finally heard triumphant cheers coming from inside the room. One of them walked out of the room a moment later, once again taking hold of your hand and leading you back towards the living room.

“Who is this?” you asked, reaching over with your free hand to grab at the stranger’s shoulder.

“Josh.”

“Where’s Jordan?”

“Still in the guest room.”

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, we just had a bit of a mishap. I can explain in a second.”

“Ok.”

Josh helped you get settled back on the couch and then walked out of the living room again. Down the hall, you could hear him whispering with Jordan, but their conversation was too quiet for you to understand anything. It wasn’t until they were right at the edge of the room that you could make out a few words.

“You have him ok?” Josh whispered.

“Yeah, go take a seat and I’ll bring him over.”

“What’s happening?” you asked, hoping that it would finally bring you an answer.

“Jordan is bringing the surprise over,” Josh explained. The couch dipped as he took a seat next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Ok, tell me when I can open my eyes.”

Jordan’s footsteps moved slowly against the wood floors until they finally came to a stop a few feet away from you. Shortly after, you felt the weight of something being placed in your lap. It didn’t weigh very much, but it was warm where it was resting against your legs. The arm Josh had around your shoulder had grabbed onto you a little tighter.

“Can I open my eyes?” you asked, just to be sure.

“Go for it.”

You opened your eyes and nearly started crying. A golden retriever puppy was resting on your lap, his pink tongue hanging out the side of his mouth as he panted. He turned to look up at you with big, brown eyes, which was enough to make a tear slip down one of your cheeks. You hastily wiped it away and reached out to gently scratch at the puppy’s ears. His fur was even softer than you had expected.

“Jordan and I went to get him from the guest room where we were keeping him, but he wanted to play instead of being picked up. That’s why we were yelling and running around.”

“He’s adorable,” you said, scooping him up so you could get him closer to your face.

“Well, he’s ours.”

You turned to Josh with wide eyes, hardly believing what you were hearing.

“Ours?”

“Yeah,” Josh grinned. “You know how I was talking about getting an emotional support animal for tour? And you said you wouldn’t mind having a dog around the house?”

“Yeah?”

“Here he is.”

“I love him,” you said, scratching at his little ears. “Have you named him yet?”

“He’s been temporarily named Jim, but we can change it if you don’t like it.”

“Jim,” you repeated with a smile. “I love it.”

Jim started to wiggle around in your arms, so you put him on the floor. He immediately started to run around, eager to play again.

“So, you like the surprise?” Josh asked.

“Like it? Josh, that’s the best surprise you could have ever gotten me. Thank you so much,” you said, leaning forward to hug him. “And thank you, Jordan, for all your help.”

“It was no problem. You’re not the only one who loves this little guy,” he said, bending down to pet Jim as he ran past.

“I’m glad you like him,” Josh said, giving you a quick kiss. “I think he’s going to be a good addition to our family.”

“Definitely.”

When Jim ran past your feet again, you quickly scooped him up and put him on your lap. He rolled onto his back and nibbled on your fingers, but you didn’t mind. You were too focused on his adorable face.

“He’s so cute. I can’t believe we get to keep him.”

Josh reached over and scratched at Jim’s tummy. “I know, I just want to smile every time I see him.”

“Me too. I love him,” you smiled, then turned to Josh. “And I love you.”

Josh gave you a quick kiss before resting his head on your shoulder. “I love you both too.”

[junkyard-dunky]

pick one from each category AND SPECIFY WHICH PERSON

SPECIFY WHICH PERSON

It can be multiple in the same fic I don’t care.

Prompt list

Dialogue

1.     “I missed you so much.”

2.     “Like what you see?”

3.     “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

4.     “You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”

5.     “Try to stay quiet, understand?”

6.     “We’re in public, you know.”

7.     “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

8.     “Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”

9.     “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

10.   “I like it when you say my name like that.”

11.   “I heard shower sex is dangerous, but right now, I’m willing to take the risk.”

12.   “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

13.   “You’re so much fun to touch.”

14.   “Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?”

15.   “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

16.   “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

17.   “Oh my God, do that again.”

18.   “You can be wearing a trash bag, and I’d still want you.”

19.   “I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”

20.   “I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”

21.   “I’ll keep you warm.”

22.   “Does your ass even fit in those jeans?”

23.   “I’m hot” “Yes you are ;)” 

24.   “This is ridiculous!”

25.   “We could get caught!”

26.   “I have a surprise for you.”

27.   “…Or we could just get naked.”

28.   “I’m still sore from last night.”

29.   “Will you marry me?”

30.   “I’m just pregnant, you don’t have to treat me like glass.”

31.   “No panties, baby girl?”

32.   “All I can think about is ripping that dress off of you.”

33.   “Don’t hide from me, I want to see you.”

34.   “You’re mine and no one else can have you.”

35.   “Well good morning to you too.”

36.   “Um, can I help you? Why are you staring at me?”

37.   “Always so fucking tight for me.”

38.   “Look at what you did to me. I’ve had to deal with this all day.”

39.   “I’ll be gentle, promise.”

40.   “Just relax.”

41.   “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

42.   “Give me a little show.”

43.   “Can we just stay home so I can fuck your brains out?”

44.   “You’re a virgin? How?”

45.   “Lay back and let me take care of you.”

Setting

46.   Car

47.   Closet

48.   Gym

49.   Bathroom

50.   Park

51.   Office

52.   Hotel

53.   Bedroom

54.   Restaurant

55.   Library

56.   Pool

57.   Classroom

58.   Amusement Park

59.   Dance Studio

60.   Club

61.   Frat house

62.   Forest/ woods

63.   Storage room

64.   Backstage

65.   Rooftop

66.   Theatre

67.   Changing room

Situation

68.   Kissing

69.   Making out

70.   Eating out

71.   Just eating

72.   Cuddling

73.   Holding hands

74.   Telling each other I love you

75.   Blowjob

76.   Teasing

77.   Flirting

78.   Dancing

79.   Skipping class

80.   First kiss

81.   First time

82.   Drinking

83.   Sleeping together

84.   Getting caught

85.   Sneaking out

86.   First Date

87.   Blushing

88.   Picnicking

89.   Spanking

90.   Showering together

91.   Playing video games

92.   Cooking

93.   Just sex ;)

94.   Buying couple items

95.   Confessing

96.   Dating

97.   Waking up

98.   Surprise!

99.   Telling him you’re pregnant

100.  Make up sex

101.  Dirty talk

102.  Overstimulation

103.  Caught masturbating (specify who)

104.  Shy

105.  Trapped in snow storm

106.  Lingerie

[topimagines]

Disney Part 1- Josh Dun

You sat on your couch curled up in a ball of tears. Josh, your boyfriend of almost 3 years has been gone for 3 months. You missed him so damn much. You typically joined Josh on tour with his band twenty one pilots but your sister had asked you to stay and help her with her kids. She had just gotten a new job and she was really stressed being a single mom of 3. Of course you said yes for the sake of your nephews. You and your sister have never gotten along well but you thought she might have changed a bit so you moved in with her to become a full time helper. You must have pissed her off in some way because last night after you had put all the kids to bed she came in from work and asked you to leave and not to come back. You were honestly really hurt because you gave up your job, social life, and being with Josh to help her out. You started to calm down when you realized she wasn’t worth being upset over. You just didn’t want to loose your relationship with your nephews. As you were just about to text Josh and tell him what had happened you heard your your phone ringing. It was Josh, he was Facetiming you. You didn’t want him to see that you had been crying so you just let it ring. You called him back once you applied some concealer to your tear stained face and could talk normally again.

“Hey beautiful! Why didn’t you answer before?” Josh smiled through the screen which made you smile.

“Oh m-my phone was about to die so i had to find my charger.” You lied and you could tell Josh knew you were but he just dismissed it.

“Oh. Okay. Wait, are you in our apartment?” You could hear concern in his voice so you explained what happened between you and your sister.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. It must suck. You gave up your life basically to help her. Everything will work itself out in the end. Don’t worry.”

“I know it will. But i just miss my nephews and you.” You let a tear roll down your face as you thought about how much you wanted to be in Josh’s arms wrapped up in a warm blanket with him.

“Babe don’t cry. If you’re not going to be at your sister’s why don’t you come join me on tour.”

“I want to but-” you were cut off with Josh lightly sighing. You looked up at the screen to see he was no longer alone. Tyler, Jenna, and Jordan all just boarded the bus making a lot of noise.

“Hey Y/N! When are you planning on seeing me? You left me with all these dorks and i need a girl day soon.” Jenna took the phone out of Josh’s hands while talking to you.

“Well I think we were just starting to plan when I would join.”

“Good, it better be soon. Josh is getting kind of annoying, always talking about you and-” She was cut off by Josh grabbing his phone back. You blushed at the thought of how much Josh talked about you.

“Sorry about that. So what if I book you a flight to Florida for tomorrow. We’re going to Disney on our day off.”

“That would be great babe. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You heard a few cheers in the background which you assumed were from Tyler, Jenna, and Jordan.

You were so excited you were going to be able to see Josh tomorrow. You said your goodbyes and went upstairs and started to pack up your life once again to join Josh on tour.

Hope you liked this. Ill be posting part 2 if I see that you actually liked it. 

So my new schedule for posting is Monday-Thursday:text imagines

If my full imagines are more than one part I will post one Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. If it’s longer than 3 parts it will continue into the next weekend. 

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[foliea]

Family Ties - Tyler Joseph and Jenna Joseph Imagine

[ohfrickfanfic]

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

Pairing: Virgin!Jordan x Reader

Warnings/tags: loss of Virginity,naked frottage/grinding,mild daddy kink, mild biting

You’re just about to put on your pajamas and climb into bed for the night when your phone lights up; it’s Jordan.

“Hi babe,” you answer.

“What are you doing right now?” Jordan rushes out rather excitedly.

“I was just about to hop into bed, why?”

“How about you hop into my bed instead?” Jordan suggests, his smirk almost visible through the phone.

“Jordan Dun!” you exclaim softly, not wanting to wake your roommate sleeping nearby in the confines of your tiny, shared dorm room. “Are you trying to have phone sex with me?” you add in a whisper, quietly slipping under your bed covers as your hand starts to undo the button on your jeans.

“No, I’m trying to have actual sex with you,” he laughs nervously. “The whole family’s gone to visit Josh for the week. I have the place to myself.”

“In that case, I’ll be right there.”

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The ride to Jordan’s house seems to take forever, your excitement making time extend. If you’re honest with yourself, you’re also feeling slightly nervous. You’re not a virgin by any means, but it’s you and Jordan’s first time together.

The two of you have fooled around plenty of times, but Jordan still living at home, and you having a dormmate who never leaves and can’t take a hint makes it nearly impossible to have sex. You both promised each other your first time as a couple would be special; it was bad enough all your other sexual experiences together had either taken place in Jordan’s car or done in a rush while your roommate was in the shower.

You’ve both waited so long for this and it’s finally about to happen.

*************************

He pulls you in for a kiss as soon as he opens the door to let you in. With his thumb resting softly on your cheek and his other fingers pressed firmly to the back of your neck, he pushes his tongue needily into your mouth.

“Damn, Jordan, we have all week. At least let me get in the house first,” you chuckle, breaking the kiss.

“Sorry. I-I’ve just been waiting for this for so long,” he says, wringing his hands nervously. “Here, let me take your bag,” he says, slipping it from your shoulder.

“Thanks. So, no one questioned why you weren’t coming along to see Josh?” you ask, making your way to the bedroom.

“No, I go out to see Josh more than anyone as it is. Plus, I told them I had some wood projects I wanted to finish with Miles this week,” he answers, entering his room and sitting on the edge of his bed.

“I’m so happy I get to spend all week with you,” you say while bending down to kiss him sweetly, Jordan instantly gripping your waist. “I slept through my alarm this morning and didn’t get to shower before classes. Let me just freshen up real quick, ok? I promise I won’t take long.”

“Fineee,” Jordan whines playfully, pulling his hands from you.

“Patience,” you tease, running your hand over the bulge in his pants before grabbing your bag and heading into the shower. “Good things come to those who wait.”

*********************************

“Shit!” you say aloud to yourself as you rummage through your bag after your shower, realizing you forgot to pack something to sleep in. You settle on a shirt from Jordan’s closet, tugging it over your still damp hair and pulling it down.

As you approach the doorway to Jordan’s room you can see him, shirtless, sitting up in bed, obvious movement under the covers.

“Getting started without me?” you tease while standing in the doorway, causing Jordan’s face to morph through a rainbow of reds.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he asks, changing the subject. “It looks so good on you… c’mere.”

You step closer to the bed and Jordan reaches out for you, sliding his hands up the bottom of his shirt, gripping your bare backside.

“Mmmm, no panties?” he says, biting his lip.

You give him a flirtatious smile before pulling back the covers to climb into bed with him.

“No boxers?” you retort playfully, taking in the sight of Jordan’s fully hard cock, leaking against his stomach. “Someone was busy while I was in the shower,” you tease, dipping your head to lick up a bead of precum right below his navel and swirling your tongue down his faint happy trail to the tip of his glistening erection. His cock twitches in anticipation, practically reaching for your lips. You let out a slight chuckle before gliding your tongue down over the head, tracing along the prominent vein in his shaft that leads to his balls.

Grasping his length, you begin pumping him as you suck one of his balls into your mouth, giving them a playful tug with the suction before letting go with a pop. With Jordan’s eyes glued to yours, you work your tongue back up to the tip and guide him into your mouth.  Jordan lets out a low moan as you begin to bob over his length, taking him deeper and stroking him at the base.

“Fuck, this is so much better than car blowjobs,” he laughs breathily, tucking both hands behind his head as he watches you.

Your eyes smile up at him in response and your hands move to his chest, clawing and kneading his muscles. Now working him hands-free — using just your mouth — you take him in fully: lips tight around the base, nose pressed to the dark patch of curls on his pelvis.

Jordan trembles at the sensation of your tight throat contracting around him as you fight your gag reflex. “Uhhh-ahhh — fuck! You gotta stop that before I cum. Wanna -ugh- wanna fuck you.”

You pull off him, saliva stringing from your lips. “As you wish,” you smirk, wiping at your mouth with the side of your thumb. You get into position on the bed next to Jordan — on your back, legs spread — and tug Jordan’s t-shirt you're wearing over your head, tossing it at him. “All yours.”

For a moment Jordan just stares at you, taking notice of the slickness between your thighs. He swallows thickly before moving over to you and settling with one of your legs on either side of his hips. Pulling the comforter up around you both, he begins kissing you softly as he reaches to guide himself to you. He stops before entering you, instead rubbing the tip of his cock over your clit and sliding it up and down your wet folds. Pressing his body closer to you, he releases his length from his grasp, grinding against you, but never entering.

“Jordan quit being such a tease,” you whine, reaching down between your bodies to push him in, causing Jordan to quickly pull back with a worried look on his face. “What is it?” you ask, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. “What’s wrong?’

“I-I’m just nervous,” Jordan starts, then quickly mumbles something — the only words you can make out being ‘first time’.

“I know it’s our first time together, baby, but you don’t gotta be nervous,” you encourage, but Jordan doesn’t look reassured and he’s starting to blush.

“No, ummm… my first time.”

“Wait, you’re a v —”

Jordan nods quickly before you can finish your sentence as if somehow you not saying the word makes it less embarrassing for him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you say, lifting one of your hands from the bed to rub his shoulder. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable yet.”

“I want — I want to do this so bad. There’s nothing more I want than to be with you like this. I’m just, really freaking out right now.”

“Baby, it’s alright. We have all week. If you wanna try another day, or even if not this week, I’ll wait as long as you need. I want you to enjoy yourself and not be a nervous wreck.”

“Y-you sure you don’t mind?”

“I’m positive.” You slide your hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck, your thumb caressing the stubble along his jaw as you pull him in for a kiss.

“Can we at least keep doing this? This is nice,” he smirks, rubbing himself over your folds again.

“Of course,” you smirk back. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I can still get off like this.”

“Yeah?” he questions with a gap-toothed grin, raising his thick brows.

“Yeah,” you answer, relaxing back down on the bed

And with that, Jordan resumes his previous actions. With his cock cradled between your plump, aroused lips, he begins to rut against you again as he peppers your neck and jaw with kisses.

He slides back and forth through the slick valley between your thighs, pleasure coursing through you every time the head glides over the sensitive peak at the top. The sensation builds in intensity with every roll of his hips, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, but with Jordan’s breath hitching against your neck you’re pretty sure he’s a lot closer than you.

“On your back,” your throat vibrates against his lips. You push up on his chest and he quickly obeys, rolling off of you. You waste no time before swinging a knee over his hip to straddle him.

With your hands planted on his chest, you move your hips in rapid waves as you grind your clit up and down his length.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” he chants, clutching at the sheets on both sides of him. “I’m gonna —” and before he can even finish his sentence, spurts of warm cum land on his stomach, with some finding its way between your folds, sickening you even more as you continue your grind against him, chasing your own release.

His cock pulses against your most sensitive spot as it empties, the feeling assisting in bringing you over the edge. You slow your hips as you ride it out, Jordan beginning to twitch with oversensitivity underneath you.

“Told you I could still get off like that,” you laugh out of breath, rolling to his side.”

“That was... actually... amazing,” Jordan speaks between breaths. “Thank you for being understanding.”

“Of course, baby,” you say, swirling your fingertips through his faint chest hair before laying your head against his pounding heart. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he replies, raking his fingers through your hair.

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It’s Sunday now and his family will be returning home tomorrow afternoon. The week went by faster than you would have liked, and you never did have sex, but that’s okay; the time alone brought you closer together still. You found other ways to be intimate: being cuddled up watching The Office together, watching the sunset together on the patio outside the woodshop after watching him passionately work on a new project, a romantic date at the art museum in Cleveland, and of course rounding the bases until third and back again.

Which is exactly where he is presently -- third base -- head buried between your thighs as you moan his name and thrash in pleasure on the bed.

“Jordan, Jordan — fuck! So close, don’t stop!”

Jordan lifts his head up, “Baby...” he starts, softly.

“No, I said don’t stop,” you whine, attempting to push his head back down, but he doesn’t move. “Baby, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, the exact opposite, actually,” he takes a deep breath, “I-I’m ready.”

“For sex?” you question, making sure you’re understanding correctly.

“Yeah,” he smiles, his gap-toothed grin peeking through his arousal-glossed lips.

“You sure? I don’t want you to do this just because you know it’s our last night alone together,” you question.

“So sure. I feel a lot more at ease this time just knowing that you know. Takes a lot of pressure off me; I hope you're not expecting me to be amazing at it or anything.”

“I’m sure you’ll be perfect, baby.” You push yourself up onto your elbows capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Jordan quickly tugs down his boxers as his tongue explores your mouth. Once they’re completely off, he pulls back from the kiss, kneeling between your legs. With one hand resting on the knee of your open legs, he uses his other to guide himself to your entrance. Slowly, with his jaw slack and eyes rolling back, he pushes in, both hands now on your knees as he bottoms out.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” he says breathily, stalling, buried deep inside you.

“Jordan!” you whine, your pussy impatiently clenching around him.

“Ahh stop that,” he laughs, tightly squeezing your knees. “You want me to cum before we even get started? Gimme a minute.”

“Sorry,” you chuckle, playfully biting your lip. “You good?”

“Yeah.”

Using your knees as leverage, Jordan begins a steady pace, pulling against them as he thrusts in and out of you. Despite begin a virgin, he finds your g-spot rather quickly, striking it with each roll of his hips, pleasure radiating throughout your body. You lift your legs from the bed and hook your knees over his shoulders, allowing him even better access to you and deeper penetration. Jordan wraps his arms around your thighs, holding your legs to his chest as he fucks you.

The new angle has him hitting your spot even better than before and you can’t help but scream his name. “Jordan… oh, fuck... so good… right – mmmmm - right there.”

Suddenly something in Jordan’s expression changes, he looks lost in thought and is starting to blush.

“What’s wrong baby? Mmmmm - we can… we can stop anytime if you’re having second thoughts.”

“No… no second thoughts… wanna ask you something,” he moans out.

“Anything, baby. What- what is it?”

Jordan leans forward over your body, letting your legs fall to his sides and buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Can you call me Daddy?” he moans against your flesh as he marks you up.

“Oh god, anything for you, Daddy!” you cry out.

“Mmmmmm, that’s my girl,” he growls, mouth just below your ear, teeth nipping at your skin.

“I’m so close, Daddy,” you whine while clawing at his back, encouraging him to hold out just a little longer as you feel his thrusts begin to falter, becoming sporadic and sloppy. But it’s too late, you feel his warm load spill inside you.

“Sorry, baby,” he huffs, sounding disappointed in himself. “I’ll make you cum, I promise.”

And without missing a beat, Jordan dives back down between your legs, tongue hurriedly lapping at your clit. The fact that you know he can taste himself on you because you can see it stringing from his tongue is enough to quickly bring you over the edge.

With your hands tangled in his deep brown curls, you keep him in place as you ride it out, your legs quaking around his head. When your legs finally stop shaking and you’ve loosened your grip on Jordan’s hair, he places a final teasing kiss to your clit, making your legs momentarily tremble again in overstimulation.

“Jordan!” you warn with a giggle.

He kisses his way up your body to your lips, parting them with his tongue. The kiss is tart and salty, tasting of both of you and you happily welcome it, offering your tongue in return, swirling the flavor around your mouth until it dissipates before Jordan breaks the kiss.

“That was everything I hoped it would be. Thank you for being my first. And thank you for not getting all weirded out by my request,” he says, blushing as he lays down next to you.

“We all have our kinks, baby, and that just so happens to also be one of mine,” you admit before rolling onto your side.

“Marry me,” Jordan jokes, wrapping his arm around to spoon you.

“One day, baby — one day,” you say softly before falling asleep in his arms.

****************************

In the morning, Jordan’s stirred awake by the sunrise creeping through the blinds and into his eyes… that and his dire need to be buried inside you again.

“Mornin’ beautiful,” Jordan says as he leans in to kiss the back of your neck, his unmistakable morning wood prodding against the small of your back.

“Mmmm” you let out a small moan and begin pushing back against him sleepily, “Mornin’ Daddy.”         

[graceisnervousinactive]

so im making a series and well... know that it has jenna and tyler and josh. and jordan. and its kind of wholesome, then sad then wholesome  then, idk stuff. if you have any request let me know and i’ll tell you my opinions.

[band-blogging]

The 75th Hunger Games p.1

Summary: You and Josh are chosen from the pool of remaining victors to go back and fight once more in the Hunger Games

Characters: Josh Dun x Reader, Tyler Joseph, Jenna Joseph

Warnings: canon violence, death, cursing, blood

a/n: I’m a sucker for Hunger Games aus and I just saw twenty one pilots on Halloween and I’ve been inspired so here you go. Enjoy!

30 days before the 75th Hunger Games

The announcement is brutal. It hits you like an oncoming train, forcing you to stumble away from your family, towards the front door and out of your home in the Victor’s Village of District 10. You haven’t felt like this since your name was called at your first reaping. And now you’ll have to face the games again. Well, you or the only other female tribute from your district.

Josh, however, doesn’t feel a thing when the announcement is made. He knows he should be surprised. He should be crying or running out of the house in a rampage, but he only stands and stares at the cold face of President Snow, arms crossed in indignation and face stoic as ever.

“On this the third Quarter Quell games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district.”

It takes another few minutes for him to move, the shock of the announcement sinking in. He ignores the surprised protests of his parents and siblings and swiftly grabs his coat. He walks out of his house in the Village, the one neighboring yours, and leaves the gated neighborhood to find you.

After mentoring you in your first games two years after his own and falling for you before you left, he is no stranger to losing you and he’ll be damned if it happens again. There will be two names in that bowl, and he’s going to be with you one way or another. If your name is called, he’ll volunteer to go with you. And if it isn’t, there are plenty of male tributes, he’s sure he’ll be safe. And on the off chance he’s chosen, he’ll make it back to you and to his family. He won’t let the President’s temper tantrums take him away from the people he loves.

“Y/N?” he calls into the market, turning some heads and deflating when they shake their heads at him to tell him they hadn’t seen you. He continues on, walking through the market and towards the forest, finally coming to a stop in front of the house you’d lived in before the games right on the edge of the tree-line. It’s run down and practically falling apart, but he knows how much it means to you. To you, it’s still your home. The village is temporary shelter. He knows you spend more time at your old house then you do there because normally, he spends it there with you.

“Y/N?” he calls into the house, pushing the door open and entering carefully, he spots you sitting next to the fireplace with your head cradled in your hands, your body trembling and convulsing as you rock back and forth for some form of consolation that you can’t seem to hold onto.

You look up at the call of your name and Josh is almost shocked by your state. He knows how hard your games had been for you, how much killing the two tributes who posed a threat to you affected your mental state and how much he had helped you to get through it, but going back into the arena will just undo everything you had done to get to a better place. He won’t see that happen to you from a tv screen. If you have to go through hell again he’ll walk through the flames with you.

“Hey,” he kneels in front of you, taking your hands in his and pressing a kiss to the back of your left one, cold from the harsh winter that’s seeping through the cracks of your home. He holds both of your hands between his, rubbing back and forth to warm them up.

“Josh,” you whisper, a broken word that he barely hears. He looks up and finds you staring at his hands holding yours, your eyes filled with unshed tears, “I don’t know if I can do this again.”

“I know. But if you’re chosen I’ll be right there with you.”

“No, Josh. You can’t do that. You have people who need you here. Jordan and Ashley and your parents, they need you here.”

“What about you? You’re the one who would be fighting for your life out there, not them,” he sighs, reaching his hand to your cheek and running his thumb along a tear track, “I love them. I love them so much, but they’ll be fine without me. I can’t...I won't leave you to fend for yourself out there. Last time I was helpless, there was nothing I could do but wait and watch but it’s different this time. I can go with you and we can get through it together.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Jesus, Y/N- I know that. I know I don’t, it’s not about having to do something. And if we’re not chosen I’ll gladly live my life here with you. But if you are chosen there’s nothing that’s gonna stop me from going back. It doesn't matter whether I want to or not, of course I don’t. No one does. But if you’re in this, I’m in this too.”

12 days before the 75th Hunger Games

“Y/N Y/L/N!”

You should’ve seen it coming. Of course you’re going back, not even a year after your first games. You hear a sigh of relief to your right and glance at Jenna, feeling a slight pang of anger at her reaction. Maybe if it had been you you would have done the same, but you can’t help but resent it.

You take a shaky breath and make your way to Effie, trying to hold yourself together for the sake of your district and for Josh, but it’s proving to be difficult. You’re walking on unsteady feet and you don’t have much confidence in your ability to speak at the moment. It’s good that Effie does all the talking because you’re not prepared to do anything except stand next to her, looking out at the crowd and waiting to go back to the Capital. Back to the games.

You avoid eye contact with Josh as you approach the middle of the stage. You can’t let him know how afraid you are of this, of going back. If he knows how afraid you are then he’ll be even more determined to go back with you, but you know how important he is to his family. You can’t let that happen to them. Not again.

“And now for the boys.”

You’re holding your breath as she makes her way to the bowl on your right side and you can’t help but turn your head to watch the display. She’s slow to reach in and even slower to pull a slip of paper back out. You almost want to go over to her and open it yourself, just get it out of the way, but you stay in place until she’s completed her show and has the open slip of paper in her hand, her lips touching the mic.

“The male tribute for District 10 is...Tyler Joseph!”

The name makes your heart jump, your head whipping over to the male tributes to see a very shaky Tyler beginning to make his way to Effie’s outstretched arm. After a few seconds of silence you think you’ll be okay. You think Josh will take what you told him to heart and just stay on the sidelines, but your relief is short lived.

“I volunteer as tribute.”

Tyler looks back at his friend with wide eyes, then at the only other female tribute with a barely contained smile. Jenna looks ecstatic, as if she’s ready to run over to him and pounce on him at any moment, but she stays where she is and Tyler walks back to the other tributes as calmly as he can, giving Josh a quick hug before stepping into his spot.

“Wonderful,” Effie says with a bright smile, although forced, and takes your hand in one of hers and Josh’s in the other, lifting them up for the district to see, “your tributes for the 75th Hunger Games. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

The first day of the 74th Hunger Games

“Josh, I can’t...I can’t do this. How am I gonna beat these people? They’re assassins. The careers...if whatever the gamemakers put out there doesn’t kill me the careers will-”

“Hey, look at me.” Josh takes your wrists, forcing you to calm down and look into his eyes. “Just remember what we talked about. Stay above ground, wait it out. There will be opportunities for you to take them out, you just have to wait for them. Trust me, they’ll have shit set up that not even the careers will see coming. You’re smart and you’ll be able to figure those things out before they do. Use that to your advantage.”

You nod and pause to look around the room before your eyes land on the makeshift elevator that will take you into the arena, then nod again. Josh smiles, an attempt to reassure you, but you can see how nervous he is. You hope you’ll have a chance to see that smile again.

“Ok.” You take a deep breath. “I’m ready.”

He nods, resting a hand on your back and guiding you to the entrance, both of you looking up at the speaker when it announces that you have ten seconds left to enter.

“Hey.” Josh rests a hand on your cheek. “I’ll be waiting for you to come back, okay? You can do this.”

He leans forward and presses a short, soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before letting you go, watching walk back into the tube on unsteady legs.

You take a deep breath as he disappears from sight and the arena comes into view, a vast forest that seems to go on for miles. You look around, spotting the Cornucopia and scanning it’s weapons.

Don’t go for the weapons in the Cornucopia, Josh had told you, wait it out. You’ll come across something that someone will leave behind. The Cornucopia is a bloodbath and no amount of supplies is worth it. If you’re not a career you’re chances of surviving it are slim. Grab something a good distance from it and run.

It’s tempting, and you’re sure it’s supposed to be. The weapons are displayed perfectly, looking terribly appealing in the distance. But as you look around, you see the same look on everyone else’s faces. They all want something in that pile of weapons and most of them are going to go for it. And most of them are going to die trying.

You’ve watched the games before, ever since you were old enough to understand what they are. Almost half of the tributes die in the Cornucopia every year, but every year everyone makes the same mistake. As if they had learned nothing from seeing others make the same mistakes in past games.

“Ten, nine, eight...”

You scan the field surrounding the cornucopia, spotting a neon orange bag just near the tree line. That’s your target.

“...seven, six, five, four...”

You scan the other tributes for the boy from your district, someone you didn’t know before you were both chosen and someone you never really bothered to get to know. You knew from the start that he would stab you in the back and Josh seemed to as well. He suggested going through the games alone, hinting at Mark’s expected disloyalty.

“...three, two, one. Let the 74th Hunger Games begin.”

There’s an explosion a few people to your left that attracts the attention of a few of the tributes, a warning to those who are tempted to step off the platform too early. It’s only a small distraction just before the canon goes off to signal to start of the games.

You’re running before you process what’s going on, your eyes set on the bag and your feet carrying you faster than they ever had. A knife flies past you, hitting a boy running in front of you and you brace for one to hit you, but nothing comes. You assume that the worst happened to them and continue running, grabbing the bag and disappearing into the woods. Canons sound, eleven consecutively, and you don’t stop running until you can’t hear anything but the sound of birds singing and the pounding of your heart. You take a deep breath, then another, then another. You stand against the tree for what feels like a lifetime, counting each exhale. One, two, three. One, two, three.

10 days before the 75th Hunger Games

“Alright, the tributes that we’re gonna be up against aren’t going to show any mercy. This isn’t going to be like last year. They’re all experienced killers, they know exactly what they’re doing and they’ve seen you in action. They know what to look for and what to expect from you.”

“What does that mean I have to do?”

“It means you have to make alliances. We have to find people we can trust. Not the careers, that’s an alliance in and of itself, but anyone else is fair game. That’s what training today is going to be about. Get a feel of who we’re up against and we’ll talk more tonight.”

You nod, pulling the sleeve of your suit down with a deep breath.

“And put on a show. Find knives or a bow. Something to show them what you can do.”

“Right. As if I can impress these people. And besides, they’re all going to be Capital favorites, I can’t compete with them for sponsors. Not with the popularity they all have.”

“We’re not going to worry about sponsors or popularity or anything like that right now. Just our competition. Tomorrow we’ll talk about interviews and trying to put on a show for the Capital. Tonight, we need to put on a show for the tributes. Make them look at you, demand their attention.”

You nod, glancing down at the the Capital traffic below you on the main square of the city, everyone in such a rush to get to their destination. It’s almost sad, the thought of living in the Capital despite their luxury of not having to compete in the games.

“Hey,” Josh takes your hand, gaining your attention, “you can do this. It’s going to be different this year. I’m sticking with you, no matter what. We’re getting through this together.”

He smooths out the fabric on your hips and leans into you, pressing your foreheads together with closed eyes. “I’m not losing you.”

You lean forward and press your lips to his, your hands moving up his back and into his hair.

“Hey, we have to go,” Tyler says from the door of your room, looking away when he realizes what he interrupted. You sigh, breaking away from Josh and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“I can stay with you in there. If you want.”

“No, go and make allies. I’ll be fine,” you smile, following Tyler out of your room and towards the elevator that will take you down to twenty one people who will be dead in less than three weeks.

“Make friends,” Josh whispers to you as the elevator door opens, revealing most of the other tributes already training, the careers having found the biggest weapons at their disposal, seeming to have already established an alliance.

Josh makes his way to the district seven tributes, picking up a few knives and positioning himself at the target next to theirs, striking up a conversation with them as they train.

You turn the opposite way, walking through the different stations to find one that looks good enough for you to be able to impress these victors.

You won your games through what you believe to be pure luck, despite Josh’s best efforts to convince you otherwise. It had been one lucky alliance that got you through the longest few days of your life and one lucky shot of a bow and arrow that got you to the finale of the games where mutts were waiting for you and the other tribute from district 2.

Josh said it was the tensest moment of the games. He had been watching from the capital surrounded by the other mentors and the sponsors he’d made deals with.

But looking around now you know that luck won’t be enough this year. Your knack for being in the right place at the right time won’t get you through 22 trained assassins who have all killed before and who know exactly what to expect from an amateur like you.

It’s not until you reach the bow and arrow that you pause, eyeing the weapon almost suspiciously. It’s metal, similar to the one you’d found in the games, and the arrows aren’t traditional wood and feather arrows. They’re metal from tip to fletching.

You pick the bow up cautiously, testing it’s weight as you walk into the enclosed area specified for bow and arrow training. The new facility designed for these games is more advanced than the one from the previous year. It’s training area is digitized, simulations of real situations making for better use of training time.

Pulling the bow back for the first time since the last games is an unfamiliar feeling and a shiver runs down your spine as memories of death and pain come rushing back. You didn't think you’d have to relive this. They told you that you wouldn’t have to do this again. They told you that you’d be safe.

But pulling the bowstring back so that your hand meets your cheek, you feel that safety wash away, the games bringing back a familiar feeling of fear and danger.

But as the arrow flies from the bow, hitting the holographic target in the chest and making it crumble at your feet, you feel like you can breathe. Maybe for the first time since the last games.

Maybe this is what you’d been missing. This feeling of being alive and experiencing something real. The games had at least awakened something within you that you didn’t know existed. That’s what it gave to you. It gave you twenty three dead children hanging over you and an emptiness that can evidently only be fulfilled with violence.

Violence and Josh.

The next arrow to leave the bow hits the target in the head and the buzzing from the hologram forming disappears. Then, seconds later, the sounds reappears behind and next to you. One arrow flies to your left, another at the hologram hovering above you, it’s weapon pointed at your heart before it disintegrates.

Another six targets later and you reach back to find you’re out of arrows, but before you can sidestep another target to grab one the lights come back on and the speaker in the corner of the room informs you that the simulation is over.

You’re satisfied as you take a look around the room, all of the arrows you shot stuck in the walls of the room and your score appearing in front of you. You ignore the numbers, instead turning your attention to the glass door separating you from the rest of the tributes. They’re all there, gathered around to watch, some in awe of the show and others with a deep frown on their faces. 

It’s not until your eyes fall on Josh that you grin, the smirk on his face as he looks at the reactions of the other tributes making that feeling in your chest grow and grow.

“That,” Josh says in the elevator on the way back to you room, “was amazing. At least half of the tributes will want to be your ally.”

“I’m glad I put on a good show for them.”

“Hey.” Josh catches your arm before you can turn the corner to your room, forcing you to turn towards him. “What is it? That was great, everything went just like we wanted.”

You shake your head, trying to pull out of his grip but he remains stoic, his face contorting from one of worry to one of slight frustration. He reaches up to brush a hair that got loose from your ponytail behind your ear. “If this is going to work, you have to talk to me. I know it’s different in ten, that it feels like everyone is watching here, but you can still talk to me. Nothing has changed between us.”

“It’s not...it’s not you, Josh. And it’s not the other tributes, I’m happy with what happened and that...we have better chances now.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s...a feeling. When I was training, I just...I picked up that bow and I felt...good.”

Josh looks a little perplexed at your answer and his grip on you loosens. You take the opportunity and pull your wrist away, turning the corner to go to your room.

“Is that bad? I mean...isn’t that a good thing? You’re comfortable with your weapons, you’ll be able to use them.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem. I’m comfortable with them because I have used them. I killed people. I’m a murderer. And I should be... I shouldn’t even be able to look at a bow or a knife because of what I did. Instead I...I felt alive when I was shooting.”

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this. You know you didn’t have a choice, it was them or you.”

“Well why did it have to be me? I have no one that needs me, they all had family. People who needed them and people who...who probably died with them. I took their children and friends and siblings away from them. I did. And now it’s like I’m...I’m eager to go back and start killing again. That’s what this feeling is,” you pull at your hair, falling back on your bed with your eyes squeezed shut.

It’s not until you feel Josh kneel in front of you and take your hands away from your head that you open your eyes, trying to decipher all of the emotions in his as he stares at you.

He rests both hands on your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours to get as close to you as he can, his thumbs stroking your cheeks and his lips brushing yours.

“You are,” he begins, smiling so wide that his eyes crinkle in the corners. It’s the first time you’ve seen that smile in days and it makes your heart jump, “the kindest person I know. And the fact that you feel so much for those families is enough to tell me that you care more than most tributes ever could. You feel their pain. You take their burden and make it yours and I know that if you could take their pain away you would. They may not understand you and how much you feel for them, but I do. And I know that, whatever happens out there, you’re not going to change. The games can take everything away from us. Our family and friends, our safety, our lives...but they can’t take away who we are. No one in the goddamn Capital can take that away.”

“But they can take...they can take other things.”

He looks at you, his eyes inches from yours and his lips less then that. You feel him and ground yourself, letting him hold you and bring you back to him.

“Like what?”

“My humanity,” you whisper, closing your eyes for only a moment, flashes of the first games, of your first kills making a shiver run down your spine, “you. They can take you away.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“I know that,” he takes a deep breath, tightening his grip on your cheeks and pressing himself against you further, trying to be closer to you, “I also know that they can’t take away my love for you. They can never take that away.”

The sixth day of the 74th Hunger Games

The male tribute from the fifth district’s screams would have been heard for miles if there was anyone else left. But it’s only you and district 2 now, the other tribute left alive having become a meal for the Capital mutts.

You aim an arrow at the mutt, shooting it in the heart and grunting when one of the only few left pounces on you. You take your knife from it’s sheath and stab it in the eye, then in the heart. When you stand, looking around for any other mutts left alive, the only one in your sight is the one on top of the only other victor left, it’s fangs inches away from his throat.

You hold an arrow in your bow, the bowstring brought back to your cheek like it had been so many times that day. You just have to let go and it will all be over. You’ll win the games and you’ll go home. Just like you’ve been dreaming of doing since the first canon sounded and this nightmare began.

But you hesitate. It’s a moment that could’ve cost you your life had there been any other mutts, but they’re not needed anymore. Either the mutt will kill him or you will. Your win is sealed if you just let go of the arrow.

The boy has the upper hand over the mutt now and after a brutal struggle that leaves him with gashes in his shoulder and leg that are so deep he is barely able to stand. And now your win is blown away. Now it’s anyone’s game.

You hold the arrow tighter, regretting your hesitance when your opponent stands with a fire in his eyes and a look that tells you he’s hungry for blood.

You don’t know what brought you to say anything to him. One of you will be dead in the next minute.

“We don’t have to do this.”

Confusion flickers across his face, but it’s only seconds before his bloodthirsty look is back and he’s inching closer to you, his knife held tightly in his hand.

“The hell are you talking about?”

“I’ll put this down,” you say, although the bow stays raised, your hesitance to do as you’re saying obvious, “if you put yours down. We can end this. We can...we can both get out, we can figure something out.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “no, there’s only one victor. There can only be one victor.”

“But what if there are two?” you say, desperate for him to understand. This is the last thing the Capital will want. This defiance you’re showing is probably causing an uproar of the president’s people as you speak, but you continue on. Consequences be damned, you won't kill two people. The President may be the most powerful man in the country, but he cannot force you to kill for him.

But you already have, you remind yourself grimly. 

Lowering your weapon proves to be more difficult then you’d imagined, but you force yourself to lower your hands and take the precaution of keeping your fingers clenched around the bowstring, ready for a sudden attack if one were to come. You take a deep breath when his expression changes and the deathly grip he has on the knife loosens.

“We can both go home.”

It’s obvious on his face that he’s fighting against his survival instinct to take your words into consideration and hope springs up in your chest when you meet his eyes again. They’re not as cold as they were when you first faced him three days ago, the first time he tried to kill you. They’re not as cold as they had been seconds ago when it looked like nothing could stop him from spilling your blood. 

“Please,” your voice breaks and you take a deep breath and let go of the bowstring completely. Your first mistake, one that Josh would never let you forget.

“No,” he shakes his head, as if he’s trying to rid any thoughts of this ending without one of you dying out of his mind.

“Don’t you get it?” he spits, eyes wide and crazed, every sign of a change of heart gone from his expression. This is what the games does, even to the trained minds of the careers. “This is where it ends. They won’t let us out. They won’t let us leave.”

You take a breath, your grip on the bow tightening as your fingers inch back towards the string.

“One of us is getting out of here.”

“Just listen,” you plead, but he doesn’t even seem to hear you, nor does he seem to care. Your words may have worked had circumstances been different. Maybe if the boy from five hadn’t gotten mauled by mutts and come to kill two, you’d be in a different situation. Maybe you could’v gotten through to five.

But loyalty to the Capital runs deep in District 2.

Your hope is gone when a knife digs into the flesh of your shoulder and you cry out, dropping your bow and gripping the handle of the knife with gritted teeth. You pull it out just as you’re tackled to the ground, his hands around your throat, pushing you into the grass as he cuts your air off.

The knife in your hands raises and then lowers as you begin to black out, but you finally find the strength to lift it and dig it into his arm. He cries out and lets go of your throat, groaning in pain when you rip the knife out of his arm, then going silent when you plunge it into his chest.

The announcement is made seconds after he takes his last breath. You are the winner of the 74th Hunger Games.

(x)

[jaceyneedsabetterusername]

All I Need~ Part 2

Pairings: Josh Dun x Pregnant!Reader

Overview: You move to Columbus, Ohio to live with your brother after your ex-boyfriend becomes abusive after telling him of a surprise pregnancy. You become involved in the church and unknowingly befriend the Dun family. After finally meeting Josh, there’s a connection between the two of you that lands you in some complicated situations.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

Y/N = Your Name

Y/B/N = Your Brother’s Name

Part 1

You’d been living in Columbus for four weeks now and were finally settled in completely. You’d gotten a job working at a comic book shop of all places, were taking two classes at the community college just to continue your schooling, had gotten involved in the church more than you ever thought you would, and finally had your first ultrasound.

You sat on the edge of a hospital bed, leaning back on your hands to give your growing belly room to stretch a slightly. Your brother sat in the chair next to you while a nurse asked you questions, “How old are you?” She asked.

“23,” You responded.

“Are you on any medication?”

“Nope.”

“This is your first visit with Dr. Leslie, correct? When were you last seen by an OB/GYN?”

You had a feeling you’d be judged for the answer, “About four months ago. Not since I’ve been pregnant. I found out I was pregnant in the urgent care and left that town before I could see a specialist.”

She wrote everything down, “So no ultrasounds have been done or any other extensive testing?” You shook your head in response. The nurse wrote down the last few notes before looking up, “Alright, Dr. Leslie will be in in just a moment.”

About three minutes later, a middle aged woman with blonde hair tied up in a bun walked into the room, shaking your hand, “Hi, I’m Dr. Leslie and I’m your new OB/GYN. I see here you have a little something on the way.” Her bubbly nature made her seem younger than she was but it gave a good vibe to the room. As she prepared some things, bringing over a little sonogram machine on wheels, she kept talking, “So is this dad?” She motioned to Y/B/N and you laughed at the increasingly common misconception.

“No, that’s my brother. Dad isn’t in the picture.” You confessed.

Dr. Leslie smiled, “It ends up being for the best sometimes. But no information on the father’s family medical history?” She questioned. You shook your head. “Well that’s alright. Okey dokey! We’re gonna get started, if you could please lift your shirt up just to expose your belly. Brother, you can stand over here if you would like to see as well.” Y/B/N stood by your side as the doctor squeezed blue gel onto your exposed belly, making you shiver.

“We’re just gonna run this over your belly until we can see something.” She placed the small device on your stomach and the screen lit up, indistinguishable black and white marks appearing. “You said you’re at 8 weeks, correct?” You nodded, mesmerized by the image and trying to make anything out of it. Dr. Leslie’s face looked concentrated until she finally smiled, pointing at a white bean shaped object in a black spot on the screen, “There they are!”

Your heart swelled with joy looking at the picture. That was your baby. That was your child. She flicked a little switch and you could hear something that resembled a heart beat. Y/B/N stared intensely at the screen, holding your shoulder proudly. “The heartbeat sounds a little strange…” the doctor said, concern in her voice, “It could just be technical problems, developmental issues that will fix itself, or something more serious. We won’t know until we run more tests but as for right now, just take your vitamins and don’t worry too much until I tell you there’s something to worry about. But looking at the fetus otherwise, they seem healthy. We won’t be able to tell the gender until about 18 weeks, though. Do you want the pictures?”

You and Y/B/N left the clinic, pictures in hand of your baby-to-be. “Alrighty, to the Dun barbeque we go!” He said, opening the door for you.

Your heart stopped, “Wait what?”

He gave you a strange look, “What do you mean ‘what?’ You knew we were going to Bill and Laura Lee’s barbeque after your ultrasound for weeks.”

“No, did you say ‘Dun barbeque?’” You asked in momentary terror.

Y/B/N laughed a little, “Yeah.”

“You mean as in Joshua William Dun of twenty one pilots?” He gave you a stupid smile that confirmed what you were thinking, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! I’ve known Josh Dun’s parents for a month and I had no idea! What the hell!” You ran your hands over your face, stressing out over the new revelation.

Your brother laughed, “They like to keep it kind of quiet. Everyone in the church grew up with Josh so it’s not a big deal to them but when new people come, they don’t like to make a big deal out it. It’s just easier that way. But yes, you are friends with Josh Dun’s mother and you are going to their home for a barbeque that he may be at.”

“Was the twenty one pilots shirt I was wearing the other day not a good sign for you to tell me any of this?! Have you ever met them?!” You hissed as he pulled out of the parking lot.

He put a hand up in defense, “It was exactly why I didn’t! I didn’t want you to freak out like this. And no, I’ve never met Josh or Tyler. I’ve heard about them but I never became close friends with Mr. and Mrs. Dun. You did this on your own, kiddo.”

You couldn’t believe it. You were going to the childhood home of one of your favorite musicians. Why you didn’t put this all together was beyond you. Columbus, Ohio. Bill and Laura Lee, the loving Christian couple. You weren’t a crazy I’m going to stalk them fan but still. Pregnancy brain, maybe? Yeah, that’s the story you would stick with.

You looked in the mirror, looking at yourself and realizing you looked like a wreck, “Can we stop by the house so I can change?” You asked referring to the wet spots on your loose band shirt for your favorite band (other than twenty one pilots) from where the gel wasn’t completely wiped off.

“No! It started half an hour ago as it is! You look fine!” He told you, turning up the radio to signal that the discussion was over. You rolled your eyes, trying to dry up the spots on your shirt.

Soon the car pulled along the curb and you stepped out, adjusting the flannel that was wrapped around your hips before grabbing an apple pie from the back seat that you guys brought. “I hate you.” You muttered angrily at Y/B/N as you walked directly into the backyard through the wide open gate.

“Y/N! Y/B/N!” Laura Lee said, running up to hug you guys.

You smiled awkwardly, finding the new revelation of who her son was all you could think about. It made your whole friendship seem like a lie. Of course it isn’t, you told yourself. “We brought a pie,” You told her, handing it to her.

“Awe thank you darling. You didn’t have to do that. Well anyways, this is the family! You know Jordan, Ashley, and Abigail so they’ll show you around. Drinks are in the ice chest on the back patio,” Something caught her attention and she waved frantically in your direction, “Ooh! Josh! Come here!” She glanced back at you as a familiar man walked towards your group, “This is my son Josh. Josh, this is Y/N. She just moved to Columbus recently.”

The world stopped for a moment. Josh Dun stood in front of you in all his glory. Faded neon pink hair stuck out of a snapback just like it did in pictures you’d seen online. His smile brightened the world around him. The ink on his skin was mesmerizing.

In the real world, though, time kept moving and thankfully you were composed enough to be civilized around him, “Hi! It’s nice to meet you.” You greeted, extending a hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” He shook your hand and it seemed to light up as his skin touched yours, “Where did you move from?”

“(where you would like to live/ currently live). I’m definitely glad to be living here though.” You chuckled a little bit.

He smirked. Oh goodness, that smirk, “That’s awesome. Welcome to Ohio.” You smiled back at him, trying to not be embarrassingly captivated by him. He’s just a person. A normal person, you told yourself. That was until you noticed that neither of you had said anything for a while and you were still looking at each other.

Laura Lee must have noticed the prolonged silence because she gasped and her eyes lit up out of nowhere, “How did the ultrasound go? Pictures?” She was nearly squealing with excitement.

A grin plastered on your face as you reached into your back pocket and handed her the stack of sonogram pictures. You pointed at the small white spot that was your baby, “He or she is right there.”

She put her hand over her mouth as she looked at the picture, “Oh my word, look at that!” She leaned over, showing Josh, “Look at that!” Josh’s eyes lit up with an adorable sparkle.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked with a smile.

Your hands found their spot on your slightly swollen belly, “Yep. About 2 months.”

“No way! That’s awesome. Congratulations!” His eyes flicked between you and your brother and you were scared that he also assumed that your brother was the baby’s dad.

You smiled warmly, “Thank you!”

Laura Lee held up the pictures up, “I’m gonna go show these off!” Before you could object, she ran, showing everyone she could the pictures.

The three of you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, “Well while she’s doing that, I’m gonna go grab a drink. Does anybody want anything?” You offered.

“No, I’m alright. Thank you though.” Josh said politely.

“I’m good, thanks.” You brother told you. You turned and walked over to the ice chest, grabbing a soda. Somewhere along your journey across the backyard, you were also ushered into line to get some food. One can and a plate full of fruit and cookies later, you finally were allowed to grab a seat at one of the plastic fold out tables.

Y/B/N was talking to some of the Dun family that he did know, looking happily at the group around him. You sat alone but didn’t necessarily mind ot. Everyone around you had this vibe that made it impossible to feel lonely. You picked at your fruit, telling yourself to eat that first no matter how much you craved the various cookies in front of you. Being by yourself did allow your mind to wander and you found yourself unintentionally eavesdropping on people’s conversations. You weren’t sure who but a little girl’s voice yelled from somewhere, “STOP IT! The butterflies don’t want to smell your toes!” You almost choked on your mango out of laughter and you sat there silently choking into your napkin while laughing.

“You alright there?” A familiar voice asked. You looked up to see a smiling Josh sliding into the chair across from you.

You shot him a strained smile. Clearing your throat one final time, “Yeah, I’m okay.” You took a deep breath, “I’m okay.” You repeated, “Sorry, I just overheard something funny.”

“Nothing is funny enough to die over so please try to stay alive.” He teased.

“I’ll try.” You giggled.

He grabbed a chip off his plate, “Was anybody sitting here? I forgot to ask.”

“Oh no! You’re fine there.” You reassured him, “Did I really look that lonely?” You joked.

He shrugged sarcastically, “Pretty lonely, but I figured I might be able to fix that.” You both chuckled a little, “My mom’s talked a lot about you. Thanks for helping her so much at church, by the way.”

You ate another strawberry, “Of course! It’s great to have something to do. And your parents are such great people it’s really not any trouble at all. They’ve been so kind to me.”

“And that’s your brother over there, right?” He asked, nodding to Y/B/N.

You nodded, “Yeah. I moved in with him a month ago. He lives near the university.”

“That’s awesome.” He smiled, taking a bite of his burger.

Suddenly, you started feeling guilty. You felt like you were lying to him for some reason, “I just feel like I need to tell you, I, uh, know who you are. Oh gosh that sounded weird. I mean I… I like your music.” You stuttered over your words, trying to recover from the initial weird comment, “Sorry, I just didn’t want to get half through a conversation and be like, ‘Oh yeah, I’m a big fan.’” You tried to laugh away the awkwardness.

Thankfully, Josh was laughing too, “Don’t worry about it. And speaking of being weird, I hope this isn’t too out of line or anything, but why are you living with your brother with… uh sorry. Nevermind.” He looked away, realizing how personal his question was.

Even though he didn’t finish the question, you had a feeling what he was asking, “It’s fine. He’s not in the picture.” You told Josh, referring to your baby’s father.

“Do you mind if I ask why?” He asked, looking cautiously for your reaction.

You laughed slightly, “He was just a pig. Long story. I don’t want to bore you with the problems of my life.”

He leaned forward slightly, “I have time and an open ear if you’re willing to tell.” His eyes were so kind and he looked like he genuinely wanted to know.

You cocked an eyebrow and sighed, “Alrighty, if you insist.” You giggled before getting slightly more serious, “His name’s Marcus. We had a mutual friend who wanted him to meet our friend group since Marcus had just come back from spending ten months in Brazil. We hit it off and dated for a year or so. A little over a month ago I found out I was pregnant. When I told him, he got super pissed and told me to ‘get rid of it.’” You put air quotations around the last four words and Josh’s eyes got wide, “I refused and he stormed out and disappeared for a week. Heck, I even said he didn’t have to be around if he didn’t want to, I just wasn’t getting an abortion. When he came back he kept apologizing and said he wanted to make it up to me.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I believed him but he seemed sincere so I gave him a chance. He said he wanted to apologize for everything and even wanted to start pricechecking baby things. We drove over to the mall and looked around for a bit. The elevator was out of order so we started walking down one of those stairwells that are all concrete, like in parking lots. After I walked in, he shut the door and tried to shove me down the stairs.”

“Oh my gosh…” Josh looked horrified but couldn’t figure out what to say.

You scoffed, “Yeah, I know. Thankfully, I knew something was up when he made sure the door was shut all the way before walking in. I was able to grab onto the railing enough to not really fall when he pushed me.”

“What did you do?” Josh asked, disbelief carved into his face.

You laughed a little, “Once he realized I didn’t fall, I punched him in the face as hard as I could, called him some less than appropriate names, and left him on the ground. I stayed the night at a friends house and was on a plane here the next day.”

Josh just looked at you in horror. After a moment of shocked silence, he stuttered, “Wow. I am so sorry. That’s just… Wow.”

You raised your eyebrows as you sipped your soda, “Yeah, tell me about it,” You chuckled a little bit. It really was all you could do. “But now I’m here. Way better future for me and the little one. So many amazing, loving people like your parents have stepped up to help me out.”

“They’re pretty cool I guess.” His face lit up with laughter.

You tried to think of something to ask him, “So is there anything I just have to do while I’m in Columbus? Anything super awesome that I can’t miss?”

Josh leaned back for a moment in thought, crossing his arms over his grey t-shirt, “You’re already at the coolest place in this whole city. I mean the Dun barbeques are kind of legendary. We have a trampoline and everything so I don’t know why you would want to go anywhere else.” You shrugged in agreement, “But for a serious answer… hm… It depends on what you like. There’s a cool garden and German Town. Downtown has some pretty cool places too if you just like to walk around.”

“That all sounds really cool actually.” You told him, trying to figure out which one you would try first in your head.

“Oh! And if you go to downtown there’s this restaurant.” Suddenly he stopped talking, looking lost, “Oh my gosh, what is it called?” He asked himself, a laugh escaping his lips. “You know what? I’m going to remember this at two in the morning when it doesn’t matter.”

You hadn’t realized how much your face hurt from smiling until right now, “Just make sure you don’t forget it so you can tell me whenever I see you again. Or at least you can tell your mom to tell me.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, “I was wondering if I could actually get your number, that way I can wake you up in the middle of the night when I remember.”

“Hmm,” You mock pondered, “Sure.” You took his phone and put all your information in it before handing it back to him. Your heart was nearly bursting out of your chest. Did he really ask for your number?

Josh leaned back, stretching when a small blonde girl ran up to him, “Uncle Josh! Can you bounce us really high on the trampoline?” She asked, holding onto his arm and jumping up and down excitedly.

He smiled down at her, glancing at his arm that was nearly vibrating from her energy, “Does your mommy know how many cookies you’ve eaten?”

A mischievous little smile appeared on her face, “Nooo….” She sang.

“Do you even know how many cookies you’ve eaten?” Josh raised an eyebrow at her.

She didn’t even answer. She just laughed like what he said was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. Then she rolled her eyes and used all her tiny weight to pull on his arm, “Come on!!!” She whined.

“Okay! Okay!” He smiled, his eyes lighting up, “I’ll be there in just a second.” She ran off, yelling to all the kids that he was coming. He sighed, looking back at you, “Well sorry to leave you but maintaining favorite uncle status has its responsibilities.” He stood up, chasing various children on his way to the trampoline. You watched as he stood surrounded by several kids sitting around him. He began jumping and soon children were rolling and jumping all over the place. He leaned over to help one up and before anyone knew it he was being dogpiled.

“Stop making googoo eyes.” Your brother’s voice teased you from behind. He sat in the same seat Josh was just in a second ago.

“I wasn’t!” You yourself, putting your hands up.

“Um, yeah you were. But I think he was looking at you too.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up!” You hid your blushing face behind your hand. You glanced back over to Josh who was being chased in circles by a horde of young children. Okay… maybe you were making googoo eyes.

[who-tf-stole-my-car-radio]

SNOW ANGEL (Josh Dun x reader)

Everything was black, voices echoed in your head along with the sound of your own breathing and heart beating.

"What do we do?" you heard one voice question.

"Where did you find her?" another asked .

"She was just laying in the snow, I couldn't leave her out there to freeze to death" another man said, this man sounded older.

Slowly you opened your eyes, things were blurry but slowly came into focus. There were three men, all sitting around you.

"Where am I?" you ask, your voice was very quiet and strained. A look of surprise came on all the men's faces.

"She's awake!" one exclaimed.

"Get her some water, Jordan" the older man requested. You began to sit up slowly, the two men at your side gently helping you.

"Are you okay?" the younger one questioned, worry painted across his face. He was quite handsome.

"Uh I think so.....where am I?" you asked again looking around. You were in a house, but you weren't sure who's.

"You're in our home, you were unconscious in a snow bank and I was driving by, found you, and brought you here to warm up" The older man explained.

"Oh....wow..thank you for saving me, I probably would have died if you hadn't brought me here" you say, a look of genuine admiration on your still cold, and flushed face.

"No problem at all" the man responded.

Just then the other boy came back with a glass of water and handed it to you.

"Here, take a drink" he prompted.

You looked at him and then the glass.

Are these guys legit? Is this some sort of kidnapping? Is the water drugged?

Questions circle your head as you look at the water in your hands.

You could see them all looking at you. The other boy grabbed the glass of water and took a drink. The other two flashed him a puzzled expression.

"There....now you know it's not poisoned, I drank some" he said with a soft smile.

"How'd you know that's what I was thinking?" you asked.

He simply shrugged

"That's what I would be thinking if some random men offered me a drink" he answers. You returned the friendly smile and take a drink. The cool water relaxed your dry throat, and you felt like you had come alive again. Water has a funny way of doing that.

"Oh man....that's good" you say pulling the empty glass from your lips.

"You must have been out there for a while....where do your parents live?" The older man asked, his hand gently rested on your shoulder.

You looked down for a moment.

"My parents are dead" you respond quietly. There was a hush in the room. The older man stutters before speaking again.

"Oh I'm sorry, well where is your home then?" he asks.

"I don't have a home....why do you think I was in the snow?" you reply, you could feel your cheeks burn with embarrasment. They are all certainly judging you now.

"Well, we have to get you to a doctor you need to be checked out" the older man speaks, patting your back.

"You'd do that for me?......you don't even know me" you say surprised.

"Whats your name dear?" he asks adjusting his position in his chair.

"(Y/n) -(y/l/n)" you speak. He smiles warmly.

"Well (y/n) , my name is william, you can call me Bill, and these are my sons, Jordan, and Joshua." he introduces. The boys smile at you sweetly, you smile back with a nod.

"There now we know each other, now lets get you to a doctor"

[beanfic]

Brotherly Love pt.2

Pairing: Josh x Reader

Word count: 1322

Warnings: Angst and language

Author’s Note: I got a lot of requests for a second part to brotherly love, and it took me a while to choose which path to go down, so I hope you enjoy! :)

“Josh, can we please talk?” You hear Jordan on the phone in the room next to you. You slithered out of bed and threw on a shirt and shorts to go figure out why Jordan was talking to Josh at 3 am.

It’s been three days since Josh found you kissing Jordan, and you haven’t heard from Josh since. Of course you felt bad, but also these three past days being with Jordan has felt so right. He was younger and understood you more. You knew you needed to talk to Josh, and get the divorce to start because you knew that was the best plan for the future.

“Just listen to me!” Jordan starts to raise his voice so you hurry to see if he was okay. He was sitting on the edge of the couch wearing nothing but his boxers. You knock on the door frame to get his attention so you don’t startle him.

He looked over and raised his finger to signal ‘one moment’. You decide to head back to your bed and check your phone. Your screensaver was still a picture of you and Josh from your wedding. You remember that day so well, and you also remember Jordan whispering how sexy you looked into your ear that night.

You lock your phone and throw it on the bed while you groan. You eventually heard Jordan’s footsteps, and you looked up at him. He looked stressed and tired.

“What was that about?” He ignored your question and walked to the window and stared out.

“The moon is pretty tonight.”

He was acting off, and this made you be filled with anxiety.

“Jordan? Why were you talking to Josh?” you ask, tears already pouring down your cheeks as you let the anxiety consume you.

“Why are you crying?”

“Just fucking answer my question.” You raised your voice and stood up from the bed. Jordan looked up and ran his hand through his hair.

“I have a girlfriend, Y/N. We’ve been together for three years, it’s just on the down low because she doesn’t like fame.”

“Excuse me?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Plus, I shouldn’t have done this to my own brother. You’re not worth ruining family,” he states. You stood there getting angry, and you didn’t know what to say. You let your emotions get the best of you and you ran up and punched him in the nose.

“Fuck!” You grab your hand as it throbbed with pain.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” His nose started gushing blood and he looked at you with shock.

“I’m so sorry.” You ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel for him. He took it from you and went over and sat back down on the bed. The room became tense.

“I should have never kissed you,” Jordan muffled from underneath the towel he was holding against his nose.

You nod, “You also shouldn’t have been flirting with me the moment Josh and I got together.”

“I was jealous of Josh and you loved it, what else was I supposed to do?” Jordan said, making you realize how big of a dick he truly was.

“I can’t believe I fucked up my marriage for someone like you. You have a fucking girlfriend.” You stood up from the bed and grabbed your phone.

“What are you doing?” Jordan asks as you walk out of the room, putting your phone up to your ear. You were calling Josh to do something you should have done earlier.

“Hello?” he answered immediately.

“Hi. Can you come over? I accidentally broke your brother’s nose, I think,” you explain.

“How and why?” Josh asks, confused.

“I found out he had a girlfriend of three years and he is a fucking dick.”

“Sounds like both of you are great at cheating, huh? And seriously, Y/N? Have you been fucking him every night since I left?” Josh was angry, which was not you were expecting. You were expecting him to feel sorry for you, and come rushing back.

“I-I’m sorry,” is all that you could muster out. “Please just come over.” Your voice cracked, signaling to Josh that you weren’t okay.

“Fine.” Josh hung up and you sighed. He was staying at Tyler’s, which was about fifteen minutes from your house. You decided to walk back and talk to Jordan.

“I’m sorry for everything, Y/N,” was the first thing to come out of Jordan’s mouth, but you just rolled your eyes.

“I guess we both are unloyal people,” you sigh.

You both heard a knock on the door and you head down to open it to find Josh who looked horrible. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair looked crazier than usual.

“Where is he?” he asks and you tilt your head upstairs and Josh started running. You followed behind him, wondering what was going to happen next.

“Oh my god, Y/N, what in the name of god did you do to him?” Josh was inspecting Jordan’s nose.

“I was angry!” You tried to explain yourself, but both Josh and Jordan just glared at you.

“I was angry too when I found you making out with my brother, but I would never punch someone,” Josh snaps back at you. You sit down on the chair and cover your face with your hands.

“You okay, Jordan? We should get you to the hospital,” Josh said, becoming protective of his little brother, almost as if he forgot he was the one that flirted with you.

“Josh, you realize all of this is Jordan’s fault right?” you question. Josh stands up and turns towards you.

“Y/N, my brother has always flirted with my girlfriends, and yeah he can be a dick about it, but it’s the fact that you had feelings for someone else when you told me you loved me.”

“Josh, I do love y-”

Josh cut you off. “I don’t want to hear it. My brother can do whatever he wants in his life, and that includes cheating on his girlfriend or whatever. The fact that you acted on your feelings makes me realize how you truly feel about me.” Josh grabbed Jordan’s arm and helped him stand up and they started to walk downstairs.

You followed them to the hospital to make sure Jordan was okay. It turned out that he needed to get surgery to fix his nose, and you felt horrible. While he was getting the procedure, it was just you and Josh sitting in the waiting room at three in the morning. You wanted to talk to him, but you were afraid.

“Josh, you know I mean it when I say I love you right? I know I fucked up, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I will always love you,” you tell him. It took a while before Josh responded.

He finally spoke, “I love you too, and I don’t want to lose you, but it is going to take me a while to trust you again.”

You caught your breath at what Josh just said.

“I want us to be together,” he said again and you started to cry.

“That’s all I want too and I am so sorry.” You kept on apologizing while Josh put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close.

“Please never cheat on me again,” he whispered.

“I would never, this has taught me how much you truly mean to me. I love you, Joshua Dun.”

You eventually fell asleep in Josh’s arms until the doctor came out to inform you guys that Jordan was going to be okay.

Jordan healed in a couple weeks, and you, Josh, and he had a long conversation one night to figure out how everything was going to work out and move on. Everyone apologized and agreed to just forget it happened and to not lie or hurt each other anymore.

[blurry-fics]

Family Meeting

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1826

Request: Another request from Wattpad! Someone asked me to write a fic where the reader has a stutter/stammer. Just a little disclaimer: I did some research to find out the best way to write the reader in this instance. If anyone is curious as to where I got that information, I am happy to share. It was my goal to portray this as accurately as possible!

Author’s Note: I hope you guys like this one! 

You stared down at your beaten up shoes. Had you made the wrong choice in wearing them? Josh’s parents might think that they were gross. There were plenty of other, nicer, shoes that you could have worn. Why didn’t you pick one of them?

“Are you doing alright?” Josh asked, reaching over and grabbing your hand from your lap.

You looked over to him and nodded, hoping that it would reassure him. He glanced at you and gave your hand a light squeeze.

After six months of dating, you had finally gone home to Ohio with Josh to meet his family. Luckily for you, only his parents would be home this weekend. You weren’t so sure that you would be able to handle meeting all of his siblings at the same time too.

“They’re going to love you, I promise. My mom hasn’t been able to stop talking about you since I sent her some pictures of us.”

“T… t-hat’s good to hear,” you said, forcing your mouth into a lopsided smile.

“And you know that at the end of the day, I’m always going to have your back.”

Josh turned off the main road onto a little side street. You felt your heartbeat begin to pick up as rows of suburban houses came into view. Your grip on Josh’s hand grew tighter.

“This is it,” Josh said as he pulled up against the curb.

“It’s nice,” you said.

The house was about how you had pictured it with brick walls and brightly colored siding. A nice manicured lawn was out front and you could practically picture Josh and his siblings playing out in the yard during the summer. It matched all the childhood stories Josh had told you perfectly.

“Ready?” Josh asked, shutting off the car.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Josh wrapped an arm around you as you walked up the pathway that led to the front door. You took deep breaths and nervously tapped your fingers against Josh’s torso. He removed his arm from around you once you reached the porch so that he could knock. You fiddled with the end of your shirt.

His mom was the one to open the door. She smiled widely once she realized that it was the two of you.

“Josh! Y/N! I’m so glad that you made it.”

Josh stepped inside so you followed suit. She pulled him into a hug and then turned to you, still holding her arms out widely. You hesitantly stepped forward and allowed yourself to be pulled into her embrace.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Josh has told me so much about you. You’re even more beautiful than your pictures. I’m Laura, by the way.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “It’s nice to finally m… nice to finally m-meet you too.”

Josh’s dad appeared around the corner. He also began smiling once he realized that you and Josh had arrived.

“I was wondering when you two were going to arrive!”

He pulled Josh into a hug but settled on giving you a handshake as he introduced himself. You tried your best to keep your arm stiff and give him a solid handshake.

“Where’s all your stuff?” Laura asked.

“Still in the car,” Josh explained. “I just wanted to let you guys know that we made it.”

“Why don’t we go carry it in?” Bill asked, clapping a hand down on Josh’s shoulder.

Josh nodded and followed his dad back out the door. You wanted to go with him, but didn’t want to appear rude.

“You two made it just in time for dinner,” Laura said, beginning to walk down the hallway. You followed after her. “Josh mentioned that you like pasta, so that’s what I made.”

A variety of foods were laid out on the kitchen counter. Laura had pulled out all the stops for tonight’s dinner, and you weren’t sure whether to be flattered or terrified.

“T… t-his looks amazing,” you smiled.

“You think so?” she grinned. “I was so worried that you wouldn’t like the food that I made.”

“Are you kidding? It smells amazing in here.”

She waved a hand at you, “Oh, stop flattering me.”

Your head turned towards the front door as you heard it swing open again. Josh and his dad were carrying your luggage through the door.

“Y/N, do you want to come upstairs with me so you know where my room is?”

“Sure,” you smiled, pushing away from the counter to walk towards Josh.

You took your bags from Bill and followed Josh’s lead in kicking your shoes off at the bottom of the stairs. It was a bit awkward to get your bags up the narrow staircase, but you eventually managed to do it without damaging anything.

“That’s Jordan’s room,” Josh explained, pointing to one of the closed doors. “Then Abigail’s, Ashley’s, and mine.”

He pushed the door open and you finally got a good look at Josh’s childhood room. There was a small drum set pushed into a corner between his bed and a wall, next to a small tv on a stand. The desk in the far corner was covered in papers and band stuff. It was just big enough for you and Josh to stand in the middle of the room with your luggage without bumping into anything.

“This is nice,” you said, walking over and taking a seat on his bed.

“Not as nice as my house back home,” he said, pushing your suitcases into the bottom of the closet.

“Yeah, well you bought that after you got super famous.”

“You’ve got me there,” he smiled. “So what do you think about my parents so far?”

“They’re really cool! Your mom was so s…s... nice to make dinner for us.”

“She loves to cook for everyone. There’s a reason that she always hosts holidays.”

“Josh! Y/N! The food is getting cold!”

“You ready?” Josh asked.

You nodded and stood up from his bed. He followed you back out into the hallway and down the stairs.

Bill and Laura were already filling their plates with food. Josh grabbed you a plate from the cabinet and the two of you followed suit. There were so many different things that you weren’t sure if you would be able to get it all onto a single plate.

Once everyone had their food, you took a seat at the dining table. Josh took the place next to you and Laura sat down across from you, giving you a smile as she did so.

“So, Y/N,” Bill started. “Josh tells us that you have been going on tour with them.”

“Yeah, I have. It’s been really fun to s… s-pend time with the boys and see Josh in his element.”

“I know what you mean,” Laura chimed in. “Watching him and Tyler perform is truly something else. I remember when they were playing tiny shows here in Ohio and now they’re playing sold out shows all over the world.”

“Mom,” Josh sighed, although you could tell that she was really proud of her son.

Laura shook her head, “He always gets embarrassed when we talk about him.”

“I know what you mean. He gets embarrassed when I t… t-alk about him too.”

This earned Josh a look from his mom, causing you to giggle.

“Why don’t you tell us more about you, Y/N?” Bill chimed in. “Josh has been talked about enough these days.”

Josh smiled and shook his head. You pushed around some of your food.

“Um, well I grew up in Y/H/N. Before I m… m-et Josh, I had gone to college and gotten a degree, but I wasn’t really interested in getting a job in that field yet.” Josh reached over and rested a hand on your leg. “I was actually working in a record shop while I was figuring out what I wanted to do, which is when I met Josh. We really hit it off and before l… l-ong I was joining them on tour and helping out with that. I don’t know what else there is to tell,” you laughed nervously.

Josh gave your leg a reassuring squeeze and smiled at you. His parents seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say, which was nice.

“Well, you seem like a great fit for Josh and I can see that you make him very happy.”

“Thank you,” you grinned.

The rest of the night went by faster than you had expected. The four of you sat around swapping stories--many of which involved Josh doing embarrassing things as a child--, playing card games, and eating the dessert that Laura had graciously made for you. You were laughing so hard that your stomach hurt and you were slowly beginning to feel more relaxed.

Bill and Laura finally announced that they were going to bed, so you and Josh decided to do the same. He laced his fingers with yours and practically pulled you up the steps. You were so tired that you collapsed on his bed at the first opportunity.

“Today was fun,” you smiled, burying your face into his pillow. “I like your family.”

“From the looks of it, they like you too,” Josh smiled as he hopped out of his jeans.

“Can I wear your s… wear your s-shirt to bed?” you asked.

“Of course,” he answered, stripping his shirt off and tossing it over to you.

You changed out of your clothes into Josh’s shirt. He finished pulling on his sweatpants and then walked over to flip the light off. The only light in the room was from the streetlamp out on the street.

“How are we going to do this?” you asked, looking down at the twin bed that you were sitting on. It was much different than the king bed you were used to being in when you slept over at Josh’s.

“Um.” You could just make out the shape of Josh slowly making his way across the bedroom. “I guess we’ll have to-”

He stopped speaking as he bumped into you sitting on the bed.

“Josh!” you giggled, reaching up to rub your arm. “That hurt.”

“Sorry, I thought you were already laying down.”

“No, I was waiting for you. Did you want to be by the wall or should I?”

“I’ll go by the wall.”

Josh slowly climbed past you and slid under the covers. Once he was settled, he held his arms out so that you had space to get comfortable. You crawled under the covers and snuggled up next to him.

“Thank you for coming with me to see my family,” he said, wrapping an arm around you.

“Of course. T… t-hey’re so nice. I see where you get it from now.”

Josh leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple. You smiled and wrapped one of your hands around his forearm, holding him close to you.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Josh.”