#josh dun oneshot

[z0mbiekisses]

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

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

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

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

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VIDEOTAPE !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[liseytopia]

im SOOOOOOO obsessed OMG

heyo! i’ve just recently stumbled across your page and i’m OBSESSED💜 may i please request some more torchbearer x reader content🧎‍♀️🙏🏼

maybe some torchbearer x reader with a newborn? like how would that scenario play out with everything going on around them? possibly some fluff with a bit of angst 🤷🏻‍♀️ idk! that’s totally up to you! :)

anyways i fear i’ve got sooo many ideas up in my noggin and would LOVE to see how you’d write them out! you’ve got seriously amazing skill btw :)

thanks!

Torchbearer w a newborn - Headcannons

Warnings: Some angst

A/N: hello anon! this is gonna be a little different bc I had so many ideas I just thought some headcannons would be cute :) enjoy!!

Torchbearer having a newborn in Trench

This child was definitely not planned, Torchbearer wanted to wait until the world was 100% safe for a kid before he brought one into the world.

He blames himself for bringing a child into a world as bleak and dangerous as the Trench. He never speaks it aloud, but every time the baby cries or you look tired and worn out, the guilt eats away at him. He silently wonders if this is a place where light can survive, let alone thrive.

The baby was born during the SAI era so the stress was high. At first he was scared shitless. The amount of pressure on him already being the leader of the Banditos and looking after Clancy who was back in Dema was a lot. It took a while for him to warm up to the idea of having a kid for him.

Torchbearer is such is girl dad it's crazy. On top of that he probably insists on the child having a fire or light related name

He has always been the symbol of hope and light in the dark for the Banditos, but now with a newborn, he feels a deep fear that he’s never experienced before. The fear of failing his own family. He worries that he might not be able to protect you and the baby in the suffocating darkness waiting for you in Dema.

While the baby cries in the dead of night, the Torchbearer often stays up long after the two of you fall asleep. He stares at the flickering flame of the campfire, while admiring the two of you and hoping everything will be okay.

He’s fiercely protective, always keeping the baby close to his chest, even when it exhausts him. His overprotectiveness sometimes leads to tension between you two because he does his duties around the camp with this baby strapped to him like baby yoda. You want to trust him with the baby but you can't shake the feeling that there's danger everywhere he goes.

The baby is captivated by the flame he carries. Their little hands often reach out toward it, and it fills him with awe. He loves the curiosity of his kid, it reminding him of himself when he was younger.

When Clancy comes back from Dema he falls in love with the baby, helping to raise them and playing lots of games with them. However occasionally they steal Clancy's Ned antlers which is the cutest thing ever but Torchbearer gets super frustrated with it.

The baby’s first word is “light,” which both fills him with pride. He gets so excited because it's while he's holding his torch and starts bragging about it around the camp (all the Banditos know he's a dad bc he never shuts up about it)

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Hope you liked this!!

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✨Masterlist✨

*all purple ones were requested*

Requests are always welcomed

(If you have any curiosity about my fanfics, just send me an ask and I'll be so happy to answer that)

On going

Sensitivess is what makes it work... Or not - kellic, synestesia, angst, smut

Too much in my mind - kellic, rpg, angst, daddy issues, smut, self-harm, long fic

My bother's off-limits - kellic, smut, siblings fights, kinda angsty

As if we always were - joshler, fluff, memory loss, smut

Finished fics

My love for you is bulletproof - kellic, angst, rape, sex, self-harm, hurt/comfort

Sins and tragedies - kellic, not a long story, not a oneshot, violence, non-con

Lovely Mornings - kellic, rpg, angst, hurt/comfort, ed, exes, guns, violence

Kellic oneshots

The cave accident (first person) - angst, fluff

The gentle photographer - fluff, hurt/comfort

The cave accident - angst, fluff

Andy's sleepover - hello kitty episode

I miss you... (saudade de você) - this was straight out of my damn heart

Strawberries are safe - ed, angst, hurt/comfort

Strawberries are safe, part 2 - ed, angst, hurt/comfort

Strawberries are safe, part 3 - ed, angst, hurt/comfort

Paris - angst, homophobia

Yes, I will remember you... - angst, self-harm, suicide attempt

Panicking - smut, angst

I just want to be cared... - ed, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort

Grocery shopping - fluff

Masterpiece made of my mistakes - angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Christmas alone but together - smut

The great excess - break up, self-harm, alcohol abuse

Orange cat under the christmas tree - fluff, dirty talk

What about me? - rpg, smut, angst

She/her, he/him, does it matter? - trans vic, angst

He's so annoying - rpg, smut, alcohol, angst

Sad surprise - rpg, self-harm, angst

Where's my happy birthday..? - birthday, light angst

Joshler oneshots

Every puddle on this street has a little bit of my tears - angst

The air - angst

Hard and sloppy - smut

Changing roles - smut, praise kink

Stay - self-harm, angst, hurt no comfort, blood

xReader

Procrastination - josh dun/female reader

Gifts

Mother Tongue - kellic, birthday, from @aflairforthemelodramaticc

On Tumblr

A surprise its worth waiting for - kellic, birthday, ai created it for me when i was asking for help, its not worth posting it on ao3 but i guess if you wanna read, it was not me who wrote

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My Chemical Romance

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Palaye Royale

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[kidzboppizza]

Josh respected him too much, and that was the problem.

Trans Josh Rabler oneshot that I started on a whim. I decided I needed to see Josh Dun pregnant and this was the result.

I’m proud of this one.

Let Me Know When You've Had Enough: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61210819

[liseytopia]

WOAH WHAT?

wc is 7.5k but i ate up ALLLLL of it

Lucky Day [Josh Dun x Reader]

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, what’s your number?”

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

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

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

“Here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Any questions?”

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

“Yep, that’s all there is to it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, no, thanks for asking though.”

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

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

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

TWENTY-ONE PILOTS: TALENT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do I have something on my face?”

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

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

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

“Woah! Hey, hey, hey.”

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

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

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

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

Josh thought for a moment.

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

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

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

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

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

He looked surprised, “Really?”

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

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

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

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

“Do I…?” You furrowed your brow.

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

“Can I show you?”

“Uh,” You blushed, “Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blushed, “I…kind of liked it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d love to.”

[beanfic]

I was doing fine...

Pairing: Josh Dun x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst

Summary: You were doing fine, you truly were, that was until he showed up on your front porch

Author’s note: I feel like I haven’t written angst angst in a while, so I did this? I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated :)

“What are you doing here, Josh?” You say sternly, your hands resting on your hips. Your eyebrows furrow as you glare at the boy standing on your front doorstep. The rain patters behind him, splashing upon his ankles. His curly brown hair lays in front of his eyes from the weight of the water. His eyes carry guilt.

“I need to talk to you, Y/N, please let me inside.” He wipes his forehead with his sweatshirt sleeve. Half of your body is hiding behind of the door as you peek around. 

“I don’t know if that is the best,” you mumble, closing the door a little bit more. Josh sighs as he leans over and peers into the crack between the door and the frame. His brows eyes connect with yours, and suddenly you’re drawn in once again. 

“Please.” His voice was barely audible, but you still can hear it. You nod softly and pull the door open, allowing room for Josh to enter. Your eyes are still locked with his. You are not able to look away from his gaze. You drop your hands from the door and slowly takes a step back into the entryway. Josh shuts the door softly behind him. 

“Do you want to go to sit?” You eventually are able to peel your eyes away from his and glance over at the couch in your cozy living room. The sight of the couch brought back the memory of your first kiss that you shared with Josh. It was two years ago, and it was raining, just like tonight. He had invited you to go to the drive in to see one of the newest horror movies that had just been released, but the weather had other plans. Making the term rain check become literal, you two decided on heading back to your place to spend the rest of the night. He showed up with pizza and cookie dough, and make you laugh effortlessly the entire time. You remember how he had asked you to dance to a song that was playing on the record player, and your arms were wrapped around his neck. He had asked to kiss you, making sure you were comfortable with that, and it was one of the best ‘first’ kisses you had ever had.

“Y/N?” Josh’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You see him already sitting down on the couch, arms resting on his knees, and he was fiddling with the hem on his sleeve. “Are you going to come sit down?”

“Yeah.” You brush your hair out of your face and slowly step towards the couch. Not wanting to sit too close to Josh, you sit as far away as possible. The room is quiet, except for the raindrops prickling on the windows and the soft breaths coming from Josh. 

“I need to tell you I’m sorry. I know I have told you this many times, but we ended our relationship on not so good terms and I don’t want it to be like that,” he begins to speak. The words ‘ended our relationship’ ring in your ears, and your eyes glaze over as reality hits you like a brick. About a week ago, Josh had confessed that the relationship was taking up too much of his time, and it was not healthy for him to continue being in a relationship at the moment. No matter how many times he reminded you that it wasn’t your fault and that it was just timing of life, you didn’t believe him. You tried your hardest to forget about the breakup the past week by keeping yourself busy with picking up extra shifts at work and working on your latest hobby project.

“Ended,” you murmur. The word feels foreign on your lips. 

“Y/N, I know how hard it must have been for you, and I truly am sorry for breaking your hard. This past week must have been-”

“I was fine,” you cut him off. You glance over at him and notice that his eyes are wet with tears.

“What?” 

“I said I was fine. I was doing perfectly fine this past week. Actually, I have been fine until you showed up.” The familiar knot begins to form in your throat, warning you that tears are about to come. You swallow hard and look down at the ground. 

“I should have known, you are the strongest person I have ever met.”  His words are filled with honesty, and you have to shut your eyes hard to keep yourself from crying. You can tell he notices you are about to cry because he shifts in his seat so his knees are facing you. You feel his hand rest on your knee, rubbing small circles into your skin. 

“It’s not like I don’t want to see you, Josh. I’m just trying my hardest to understand and be respectful of you. Of course, I’m broken. I love you and it’s killing me inside that we can’t be together.” 

“I love you too, Y/N, and that is why I want the best for you, you know that. I’m touring so much and it’s not fair for you or me. The time,”

“Is just not right,” you finish the sentence for him. It is not the first time you have hard that come from his mouth. “I understand, Josh. I just need to be okay with it. I just don’t think I can wait around for you.”

“I’m not asking for you to wait around for me, Y/N. I want you to be happy, and that means living life the way you want and to the fullest capacity. Please promise me that you will go and live.”

You sigh and wipe your eyes, “Yes, Josh, I promise I will go and live my life. I’ll always be here if you need something though, okay? I’ll always love you, even if it just platonic.”

“I love you too, Y/N. I’m really sorry, again.”

“Please no more apologies,” you let out a small laugh. “It really is only making this harder. I mean it that I was doing fine before you showed up.”

“Should I leave?” Josh asks.

“I think it would be easier for both of us if you leave, I mean it seems like we are on good terms, right?” 

Josh nods, “Yeah, I agree.” He stands up from the couch, and once you meet height with him he pulls you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around his torso and take in his familiar scent. 

“I’m going to miss you, Joshua,” you mumble into his chest. 

“I’ll miss you too, Y/N.” He pulls away from you but stops with his left hand on your shoulder. His brown eyes are looking into yours, and you shyly smile up at him. You watch him back up towards the door, opening it and stepping outside. You follow, resting your hand on the doorframe. Josh stopped right before taking the last step towards your driveway and looked over his shoulder. His eyebrows crumbled together as he softly smiled as if he was trying to bid farewell without words.

“Bye, Josh.” You continue to keep your strength and not cry as you watch him get into his car and drive away. You wish he said bye with words, but maybe it was best that his last words were that he will miss you, and not the reality of saying goodbye. 

You close the front door and rest your back against the wood. Taking a deep breath, you place your face into your hands and let out a scream. You weren’t sure why your body had chosen anger over sadness as the emotion to with his departure, but you didn’t fight it. It was surprisingly making it easier to accept the fact that Josh was gone, and you most likely were never going to see him again

[spookyjiimfanfiction]

For the Love of Shorts

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Word Count: 1,106 Warnings: Just plain silly thoughts of Josh from the author’s mind tbh.

Author’s note: I’ve already done a one shot of Tyler, so I felt absolutely obligated to do one for Josh for obvious reasons. Hope you enjoy!

You had seen it many times online, but now it was before your very eyes - Josh Dun behind his infamous drum set, wearing what you had hoped he would wear. No shirt, his black and green short shorts, combat boots and last, but definitely not least, his alien mask. It was everything that you dreamed it would be and more; your eyes glued to him from the large sea of people in the pit. He would never spot you out, not in a million years. To be fair, he didn't even know you, so he had no reason to look in the first place... But, a girl could dream, right? Just to have that brief moment of nothing else mattering but the two of you was something that you thought about often. But, then you came to realize that it was extremely creepy that you thought of things like that (even though you'd still do so).

It was nearing the end of the show and you suddenly feel the sadness start to build up inside of you. You were surrounded by people who all shared something in common with you... You all had a deep love for the two men that were singing and playing their hearts out just for you. To keep you going. To keep you alive. Your hand instantly went to your friend's arm as you saw the platform holding Josh's drum set being brought out to hold him up in the crowd and you were right beside it. Could you be so lucky? "Go!" Your friend shouted, starting to push through the crowd a bit with you to get closer. Making it to the platform, you instantly reached up and held onto it as you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come next. Looking over toward the stage, you saw him coming toward all of you with his mask now taken off as he hopped down toward the pit. With the help of the security guards, he hopped up onto the platform and stood there for a few moments as everyone, including you, screamed at an deafening volume. You could tell that he was just taking it all in as he stood there and held his drumsticks up against his forehead with a smile, looking around to all of the fans that adored him. You took in every feature of his while you were so close, from his: colored hair, his dark eyeliner, his ensemble, the sweat that was dripping over his rippling muscles... It was almost too much to bear. When he sat down on his seat, you looked over to your friend after seeing how high his shorts actually went and shouted to them, "I'm gonna be after that booty like a pirate!" Unfortunately, Josh had heard you and he instantly snapped his head in your direction with a look of shock and shyness. You stared up at him with a mortified expression, noticing the red in his cheeks were probably just about as red as your own. But, something happened from that point on. For the rest of the concert, he kept looking over to you as if he was trying to figure you out after your horrifying confession to your friend and then... It was over. You knew that once the concert was done, you would be able to run away and remember the time that you embarrassed yourself in front of Josh Dun. As Josh threw his drumstick into the crowd, he looked down to you once more while holding some of his fan's hands and then held onto yours for a few moments. You both stared at each other and then, he broke contact and hopped back down toward the stage where he and Tyler made their final bows to say goodbye. "We're Twenty One Pilots and so are you. Goodnight!" Tyler said into the microphone and then they both went offstage. Walking out of the venue, your friend was laughing at your screw up and trying hard to be supportive, but it was just too funny to be serous about. You could've gotten angry, but you knew that the whole situation was ridiculous and he'd never see you again, so you really had nothing to worry about. At least, that's what you thought. "Hey!" A voice shouted behind you, causing you and your friend to stop walking and turn to see where the noise had come from. Your eyes widened when you realized that it was Josh, jogging toward you to catch up. Looking back to your friend nervously, they smirked and pushed you forward with a nod. "I'll be in the car." You looked back toward the drumming god before you as he gave you a smile, eyes crinkling at their edges as he did so. God damn him. You gave him a smile back and shyly rubbed the back of your neck, as you both stood there a bit awkwardly at first. "Listen, I'm really sorry about what I said back in there. I know that I probably sounded like a complete creep." "No, no, it's fine! I've honestly heard much worse than that before, so don't even worry about it." The both of you laughed a bit and then Josh cleared his throat and looked over your face for a few moments, as if trying to find the right words to say next. "I, uh, I know that this is probably going to seem random and I normally don't do this, but do you think that I could maybe have your number? Or we could even have a dinner or coffee together sometime before we leave for our next stop?" "I'd like that. Here." You smiled as you reached into your purse and pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen, writing out your number on it and handing it to him after. He received it gratefully and carefully folded it up and put it in his sweat pant's pocket, trying not to seem too giddy and you could tell, as you were doing the exact same. "I guess I better get going or Tyler will wonder where I am. But, I'll text or call you and we can set things up. Sound good?" "Yeah, that sounds great." He nodded and started walking backwards toward the venue again, finally realizing that he could possible get noticed and bombared by fans if he stayed outside for too long; something that he still wasn't used to. "I'll be sure to wear my shorts again next time you see me." He teased with a smirk and turned to walk away.

God. Damn. Him.

[singtotheskiies]

trench (josh dun x reader)

here's a bandito!josh x reader for my fellow clikkies (there's literally no dema fics out there this is sad)

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You clambered down a steep embankment, breath sounding wildly in your ears from the adrenaline overloading your body. Strands of hair irritated your eyes, and the ashy remnants of the torch you had carried hours earlier smeared your hand and upper arm. Sweat glistened on your neck and drenched your clothes as you came to a stop, squinting while you searched for the telltale sign of the banditos in the dark of the night. Nothing appeared on the horizon the first time you looked, but when you swept your gaze back, a fluorescent yellow flag was waving proudly about a quarter mile away, lit by a torch.

Your current disheveled state mattered no longer. You were out.

You had finally escaped from Dema, the society that had controlled you for nineteen years. It was presided over by nine bishops, who ruled over a region each. You had lived and worked (more like slaved, in your opinion) under Keons, who was widely considered the most lenient of all the bishops. But control was control and you had seen Dema for what it truly was—a prison.

Escaping had been no easy task, and you still could be caught at any moment, but you flushed those thoughts from your mind and let the uncontrollable joy wash over you. Your tiredness suddenly evaporated and you ran towards the flag as if you hadn't been running for more than an hour already.

As you drew nearer to the flag, you could start to see the outline of a figure take place, although you couldn't tell whether it was male or female since you were still so far away. The person seemed to be dressed in the legendary baggy, outdoorsy clothes of the banditos, but you knew you still had to be very careful.

After a few minutes, you approached the person, your heart racing wildly. "East is up," you said as you stood before them. This was the code phrase by which the bandito would know that you were an escapee and vice versa.

"East is up," replied the Bandito (you could now be sure that that was the case) in a deep, almost gravelly voice that was somehow laced with a bit of lightness. "You've made it! I'm Josh."

You took a moment to study him. He was a few inches taller than you, with straps of yellow crossing the front of his gear around his chest. He also wore a hood and concealed all of his face with a yellow cloth except his eyes, which were a striking brown. He was mysterious, sure, but you knew you could trust him. He was a bandito, after all.

You smiled, overjoyed and exhausted. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Well, (Y/N)," Josh replied, "Welcome to Trench."

"Trench?"

"The area not controlled by Dema, where you can finally be free." You smiled at his words as their meaning struck you fully.

"Free," you couldn't help but echo. A sudden chill night wind popped up, and you pushed away the hair that it whipped into your eyes. Josh took a moment to watch you before speaking again. Somehow, his words were clear and enunciated despite the fact that his mouth was covered by a bandana.

"We've gotta keep moving. Our camp is about two miles away. Can you make it?" he asked, folding up the flag and tucking it into a large pouch resting on his hip.

"I've come this far; I know I can walk two miles," you proclaimed, tilting your head upward determinedly.

"That's what I like to hear," Josh said, and you could see small wrinkles appear by the corners of his eyes as he supposedly smiled. "Let's get going. And whatever you do, stay quiet."

The walk was extremely tiring, you couldn't lie about that, and Josh had clearly traveled this route many times before, as his strides were long and uninterrupted by the many rocks and knots of ground that tripped you up. However, you kept up with his pace fairly well, and the glow of his lantern revealed towering cliffs on either side of you, giving you plenty to look at as you traveled.

You had countless questions you were dying to ask the man beside you, such as what life was going to be like now that Dema was no longer your home, but his warning to stay quiet rang in your ears. There would be plenty of time once you reached the camp.

The two miles were over faster than you thought, and before long, you found the two of you nearing a series of campfires that were studded with figures around the edges. One central fire was bigger than the others, and you wondered if that was the one used for warmth, while the others were used to cook. It struck you just how little you knew about surviving outside. You knew about fires, of course, because you had used them in Dema for both comfort and preparing food, but other than that, you understood nothing about the outdoors. Dema never let you know what was beyond the walls, and so every step you took in the outside world brought something new and unfamiliar. Josh's voice rang out, breaking into your thoughts.

"East is up! We have a new escapee!" The figures all turned to look at the two of you approaching the camp.

"East is up," they all echoed joyfully. They stood up and came to gather around you as Josh led you to the central fire. You blushed slightly at the attention, suddenly becoming conscious of just how filthy you really were.

There were about sixty banditos standing around you. They were all of different heights and ages seemed to vary, although no one seemed to be younger than your nineteen years. There were even a handful of women, which made you more comfortable. One thing they all had in common was the dark green and camouflage outdoor gear that they wore. Each person also had yellow tape wrapped around them in some way. They seemed friendly, but there was a sort of rugged sadness in their eyes that spoke of the things they had been through and the lives they were living.

"Everyone, this is (Y/N). She escaped tonight and she has proved to be determined and agile. Jenna, if you would get her some clothes to change into, I'll explain some things to her and we'll be set." Josh spoke to the whole group, and you could tell he held quite a bit of authority as every bandito listened to him respectfully. After he finished speaking, the group scattered a bit, going about their business. A few came up to you and congratulated you on your escape. One woman came up to you and was especially friendly, pulling you into an embrace that you gladly reciprocated after your initial surprise that anyone would touch you while you were in such a state.

"Welcome to the banditos, (Y/N)," she said, smiling warmly. "I'm Jenna. I'll be right back with some clothes for you to change into." She was tall and extremely pretty, with bright blond hair and intense blue eyes.

"Thank you," you replied. She smiled and walked away to get your clothes, leaving you alone with Josh.

"Well, how do you feel?" he asked you.

"I don't think I've ever been happier or more... alive," you told him truthfully.

His eyes crinkled up again, and he reached up, sliding the bandana off his face so it rested around his neck. "Good to hear," he said, his grinning face now in full view. Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance.

You had been expecting him to be much, much older than you, but he couldn't be more than three years older. His face was strong-boned, and his features were soft and welcoming. He smiled at you, and you blinked twice at how bright, weak, and utterly joyful his grin made you feel.

"So, (Y/N), I've got a few things I need to tell you about," he said, taking a seat by the now-abandoned fire.

"Uh, okay," you said, cheeks warm as you sat next to him. Your close proximity served only to illuminate his eyes even more, and you cleared your throat in frustration, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.

Josh went on to explain to you a bit of how life as a bandito worked. They had all lived in Dema at one point, but now they had made a life for themselves outside the towering walls and helped others escape. Josh said that there were actually around thirty more banditos, but they were on watch. "The shifts change every few hours," he explained. "You'll get used to it. I'll help you out for a few weeks just to get you in the swing of things."

You smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you so much, Josh. I can't tell you how much this means to me." He smiled back at you (you may have melted inside) and that's when Jenna came back, arms full with a dark green bundle.

"Hi, you two," she said, smiling to herself. "(Y/N), I've got some extra clothes of mine for you. We're around the same height, I think." You stood up, taking this as your cue to leave. Josh did the same, bidding you farewell as he turned to go.

"Um, Josh?"

He turned back. "Yeah?"

Wordlessly, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. His body went stiff before relaxing as he hugged you back. He smelled like outside and just the slightest hint of cologne, and you pulled away soon even though you didn't want to. "Thank you," you said, looking up at him.

"You're welcome," he answered, stumbling just the slightest bit over his words. "See you tomorrow."

"See you then." He walked away then, stooping down to enter the flap of one of the many canvas tents that scattered the area.

"Well," Jenna said. "Looks like you two hit it off."

You giggled a little, ignoring her comment.

"How old are you?" she asked, switching subjects quickly when she saw your slight discomfort.

"Nineteen."

"I'm twenty-two. I've got a space in my tent where you can settle in. I live with another girl your age named Abby. She's on watch duty now, though, so you can get changed and get used to things."

You smiled at her, feeling the tiredness from the past several hours begin to sink in. "Thank you," you said, to which she just smiled and gently led you to a tent not far away from the main fire.

Over the next two weeks, Josh showed you the ropes. Because of this, you were always together. You noticed that he was always close to you, sometimes taking your hand in his to show you the correct way to do something or protectively placing a hand on the small of your back when the ground was especially bumpy. He always told you that you were doing a great job, and, although you knew it was ridiculous, you had developed feelings for the man. You couldn't help it; he was just so kind and encouraging, not to mention handsome. But you never really knew who he was inside until one night.

You couldn't sleep, and so you tiptoed to the tent flap, making sure you didn't disturb your tentmates. When you were sure they were still fast asleep, you quietly exited the tent and made for the main fire. When you neared the blaze, you saw someone already sitting there, head in hands. You started, beginning to backtrack quickly, but they apparently had good ears and turned to face you.

It was none other than Josh. "You can come sit," he said quietly. You hesitantly took a seat beside him, cheeks warming as your legs brushed in the close proximity.

"You okay?" you asked him, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah. Just up thinking about—" he paused, staring into the fire.

"About?"

"Back there."

You nodded in understanding. "So was I."

"I lived under Nico," he said, still looking into the flames. You gasped quietly. He was well known as the most controlling and bitter bishop. Josh must have had a rougher time in Dema than you.

"I was lucky enough to have Keons," you said. "But for me, control is control. I couldn't take it anymore."

"I escaped three years ago when I was eighteen," he said. "My best friend died. He died, and I watched it happen. Nico just... He just..." His voice grew more and more emotional until he trailed off completely. You placed a hand on his arm in wordless support.

"Every night, I can see his face, begging for me to help him, but I was too late. I failed. Why did I make it? Why am I still alive? I don't deserve to be here," he choked out, turning to you. His eyes were filling up rapidly with tears.

Boldly, you reached up your other hand and cupped his cheek. "Josh, there was nothing more you could have done. You're the most deserving person I know. You deserve your freedom. You earned it. And I'm going to keep telling you that until you believe it."

His eyes looked deep into yours, searching for something. Before you knew it, he had leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You were shocked, but you immediately kissed back, wiping away a tear that fell from his eye with your thumb. His lips were soft, and the kiss was sweet and more than a little desperate, but it was perfect. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. "Thank you," he said simply. You just pulled him in again, stroking your fingers through his soft hair as you did so.

The two of you sat there, just listening to each other's heartbeat in the silent night. Sometimes you kissed, sometimes you just rested your head on his chest.

You were both troubled people, but, if only for a moment, your worries were dissolved.

[liseytopia]

OHMHYGOSH

uhhh marry me???!?!!?!?!?!?

i have zero idea if u write for josh but if u do i would be like VERY happy <3

in the trenches rn (pun intended) so i need me sum angst WITH COMFORT

nd if u dunno what to do then u can base it off tear in my heart, the craving or formidable

- lisey 🐈

nails in skin

PLSSSSS hon you know i deliver 🙏🏻🙏🏻

pairing: josh dun x gn!bandmate!reader

summary: you've been stressed lately; deadlines not being met in the band and family issues have been eating away at you, and it's not until blood is drawn you realize you need to calm down.

warnings: RPF!! don’t like, don’t read, angstttt (as promised!!), cursing, hurt/comfort, mentions of death and sickness (no actual death tho!!!), injury

word count: 1,847, should take about 14 minutes to read

listen to: tired by beabadoobee

WHEN YOU WERE younger, you always thought the concept of a mid-life crisis was stupid. you thought you'd have your life under control. but, right now, that clearly wasn't the case.

ever since covid came, things had been harder. that's clearly not a shocker. for starters, there was the obvious flaw of not being able to go out and do things. being cooped up in the house was nice for a day or two, but eventually, being stuck inside made it harder to work on stuff.

before this had even started, you, your fiancée, josh, and your best friend, tyler, had begun work on a new album. but, now that you couldn't meet in your studio, things had been harder. a lot harder.

and finally, to top it all off, your grandma was in the hospital. it wasn't for having the virus, thank god, but rather a hip injury. however, you were scared to death she'd somehow contract it and she'd get worse than she already was.

all of this together, and what do you get? you'd figured a mid-life crisis.

all through this, josh was just trying to help. when this all first started, at the start of the pandemic, he was relatively good at fighting the fire that was you and calming things down. for example, there was a time just when covid started.

you were lying in bed, scrolling through your phone alongside josh. you were resting your head on his shoulder, completely content. his hand was rubbing your back as you sleepily scrolled through your instagram feed. until you got an email.

your eyebrows furrowed as you saw it came from mark. you clicked on it and the words you read stunned you.

"hey,

we can't work in the studio tomorrow or the rest of the week. covid protocols. sorry."

it was so short, yet so concerning. well, what were you gonna do? you turned and looked up at josh. "you get this email?" he shook his head as you showed him. "we can't just not record."

"it'll pass. it's okay," he tried to reassure you. "we'll probably get cleared to work there by the end of the week." you looked up at him meekly.

"you sure?"

"almost certain." he smiled and kissed the top of your head. "you always get so worried."

turns out, you were getting worried for good reason. at the end of the week, you contacted mark, asking if you were able to record in the studio. he said no and to wait another week.

that week turned into two, which turned into three, then finally a month before anything happened. a month of sitting around stressed you out like nothing.

constantly, you were caught bouncing your leg or pacing around the house for no particular reason. but, every time josh caught you doing that, he would calm you down. put a hand over your shaking leg, offer you guys to go on a walk. it was all you could really do with your current situation, but it worked.

but, when you got news of your grandma being admitted to the hospital, all hell broke loose in your mind. you had fond memories of her as a kid: baking pumpkin pie together during thanksgiving, coloring together, swinging in the tire swing in her backyard that was up just for you and your siblings. you refused to believe it might be possible that woman would be gone.

the second your mother told you, you immediately drove out to the hospital. josh was out getting groceries, but your mind was in such a frantic state, you didn't even think to call.

the drive there was a blur for you. eventually, you arrived at the hospital. after a check-in with your parents to confirm nothing bad was happening yet, you calmed down a bit. but, you still worried, as you weren't allowed to be in the room for too long.

you were the for a few hours before you decided to leave. as you checked your phone, there were at least four missed calls from josh. shit.

when you got home, you thought you'd calmed yourself down. but, when josh confronted you asking what happened, it was clear you didn't.

you walked into the door, the sound of your keys jingling as you pulled them out of the lock. you threw your purse onto a table in the mudroom and leaned against the wall for a second. "baby?" you heard a voice call out from further inside the house, followed by the sound of footsteps and paws coming towards you.

you looked up and saw your fiancee and your dog, jim, heading towards you. jim's face was so happy to see you as he ran through the hall that you almost forgot of your burdens for a second.

you crouched down to pet jim. "hi, sweet boy," you cooed as you petted him. he started to jump on you before josh stopped him. "jim, down!" he whined, but followed the order. he was a relatively well-trained dog, but he just was happy to see you.

you sighed as you started to stand back up. "where were you? are you okay?" josh rapid fired as you stood your ground.

and suddenly, the dam broke. “ya, i…i’m fine. it’s just-” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. the words physically couldn’t escape your throat. tears started to well and your eyes.

“hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.” josh immediately ran to your side, engulfing you in a tight hug. you shakily inhaled and hugged him back. “you don’t gotta tell me if you don’t wanna.” his arms are warm as you stayed in that position for at least a couple minutes.

suddenly, jim started to jump at you both. you laughed as you both pulled away to look at him. “damn dog.”

you thought you’d get over it. in theory, it was easy, as your mom was constantly in the hospital, sending updates. and honestly, your grandma was doing just fine.

still though, there was something eating away at you; the thought she was in a prime spot to contract the virus.

you just didn’t want her gone.

also, deadlines for the band weren’t being met. again, it was reasonable; you guys couldn’t meet up in person, so almost all of this had to be on call. that was a major shift for the three of you, compared to meeting in studios, so it was no wonder not much work was getting done.

but, it was stressing you out like nothing. you had no schedule, no plan, no work, nothing to ground you.

about a month after your grandma was admitted was when it started to get bad.

you started losing yourself in a way. you found yourself checking your phone every few seconds for something to reassure or stimulate you, tugging at your hair, laying on the floor and just staring at the ceiling.

but, most importantly, you were ignoring your fiancée, josh.

he tried to reach out immediately when this started, being the kind person he is. but, you denied him, saying you were fine and it would pass.

clearly, it didn’t. as it got worse, he kept on trying to get you to calm down, but still, you shut him down.

you didn’t accept his help until that day.

you woke up in a bad mood that day. scratch that, horrible. you woke up with a pit in your stomach leading to god knows where and it felt like the size of jupiter.

immediately, when you went to get your morning coffee, you could feel it growing worse. josh was doing laundry in the basement, so he couldn't see how you were doing. jim, however, was upstairs, and when he heard you walk down, he scurried to you. even having his warm fur brush against you, you felt worried. his touch made you feel almost overstimulated.

before josh came up, you decided to go to the store then make breakfast to try and distract yourself.

the drive there and grabbing everything made you even more worn out. the bright lights of the store bugged your eyes, and for whatever reason, your ears couldn't stop ringing.

but, you pushed through until you got home, trying to ignore the feeling in you that you should rest. josh, at this point, was in the living room. when he saw you come home, he almost immediately knew something was wrong. but, you shrugged him off.

as you laid out the ingredients on the counter, josh snaked up behind you. "i can make you breakfast," he insisted.

"it's fine," you replied. sharp. insistent.

"are you sure? you seem...jittery."

"i'm sure." your tone was firm. you pulled out a cutting board to start chopping fruit. as you started to cut, josh couldn't help but notice the slight wobble in your hands.

"darling, seriously, i don't really trust you with a knife right now." you ignored him, continuing to cut. "you need to tell me if something's going on." no response. only the sound of the knife against the cutting board.

"i'll be fine," you snapped, setting the knife down. you stayed looking away from josh.

"i know you. you're not fine. you need to tell me what's happening." you started to walk to the cabinet, grabbing a bowl.

"nothing's happen-" you started to yell, when all of a sudden, you lost grip on the bowl, causing it to fall on the counter. you froze. "shit." you mumbled over and over again. "shit, shit, shit..." without you thinking, you tried to grab a shard when it cut your hand. you winced and pulled your hand away.

"woah, baby, hey, it's okay." josh quickly held you from behind. "let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" he rambled. "come on, let's go, let's go, it's okay, you're fine."

you didn't know why, but suddenly, you felt stiff. like a bomb about to set off. josh set you up on the counter of the sink in the guest bathroom as he grabbed a first aid kit. he was gentle as he cleaned your cut, knowing it would hurt. and it did. the sting honestly brought you back.

as he bandaged your cut, you felt tears coming out. "fuck, i'm so sorry." you wiped your eyes.

"it's okay."

"no, it's not. i acted like a bitch all of today and now i'm here hurt and you're patching me up. that shouldn't be how it is." as he stuck the final bit of the bandage down, he looked up at you.

"hey. look at me." you looked in his eyes. "it's okay. i'm not mad at you. you had a reason for feeling that way. i'm not dismissing that. all i ask is next time, you just tell me, okay? cause i don't want you getting hurt cause you didn't tell me about something."

you sniffled and nodded. "thank you." he smiled and grabbed your chin, pulling your face in to kiss you.

"of course. come on, i'll make you breakfast."

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23. being said by Josh to reader

You groaned in your bed, covering your face with your piles and piles of blankets. You shivered and sneezed, beginning to cry after you felt so dead on the inside and out. 

“Josh…” you croaked. “Could you get me some tea…?” you whisper. You’ve been sick for what seemed like forever. You thought it was just a common cold or something, but it turned out to be much worse than it was. When Josh took you to the doctor, he told you that you were running a high fever and that it was possible that pneumonia could form.

Your throat hurt, you nose was dry, and you had the shivers. You had a fever and would sweat, but when you took the blankets off it would become too cold. There was no good in-between for you. You’ve been bedridden for a couple weeks now, too week to do anything. Josh was kind enough to hold off his own life at the moment to take care of you, seeing as your parents lived out of state. 

Josh smiles slightly and nods, getting up from the beanbag in your shared room. He walks down to the kitchen and begins to boil some water, grabbing your favorite teabag. He adds a couple tablespoons of good honey and lets the teabag sit in the hot water for a couple minutes before bringing it back up with your medication and antibiotics. 

“Here you are.” he says as he sets the mug down gently. He puts his hand on top of your forehead before leaving to grab a cold and damp towel to rest on your head for a bit to get the fever down.

“Thanks, Josh.” your raspy voice filled his ears, and he simply gave you a nod. “I’m sorry I’m so sick. I know you’d rather be out recording your new album than taking care of me.” 

“No, babe. Not at all. Yeah, I would love to get this album recorded but I gotta make sure my anchor is gonna be alright. I can’t have you being all sick on me when it gets released, right? Plus, you can barely do anything on your own right now. So I need to be here for you.” 

“Josh, have I told you how much I love you? Because I love you a lot.” you squeaked.

“I know, and you know I love you too. But I need you to stop talking. Otherwise you’ll lose your voice and I’ll be really sad.” he smiles and hands you your tea, blowing on it gently to help cool it down.

You try to laugh but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is coughing. You sigh and hide your head with your pillow, screaming as loud as your lungs permit. 

“Joshhhhhh.” you whimper. “I miss kissing you.” you whine. “But I can’t kiss you because I’m sick like a dog and I just don’t wanna get you sick and this sucks so so much.” tears begin falling from your eyes and you wipe them away. “God why the fuck am I so emotional right now?” you laugh a little and continue to wipe at your eyes, wondering why this was happening to you.

“So kiss me.” he states. “I don’t care if I get sick. Plus, my immune system is wayyyy better than yours. So kiss me.” he leans down and slowly inches his way closer to your lips. He raises his hand and wipes a single tear off your cheek.

“If you get sick it’s your fault, Josh. I hope you know that.” you chuckle and kiss him, butterflies filling your stomach.

“I know. But it’s worth it.”

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I can’t remember if I’ve requested anything so here I am!! Helloooooo 👋

I’d love a fic where it’s josh x reader and he notices she kinda changes her personality around her friends and confronts her about it at home. She breaks down explaining that she doesn’t really know who she is as a singular person and he offers to help her figure it out. They try lots of different hobbies (including making music ft Tyler hehe) and she feels a lot better. Lots of angst pleaseeeeee

Thank you bestie 🙌🙌

HAII BFFF!!! TYSMM FOR REQUESTING!! i LOVE LOVE this idea, this reminds me of a character arc ive seen in a show, so i was excited to write this!!

i’m so sorry for my inactivity 😣 life has been hectic as of late, but writing helps me escape for a bit<3. i hope yall enjoy this!

IM A MIRRORBALL !

me and josh have been going out for a few months now. i can confidently say he’s one of my favorite people ever. he holds the door open for me, he makes sure to always call if he’s not around. which is where because his favorite place to be is right beside me. josh always tells me i’m beautiful, everyday. he’ll dance around with me no matter where we’re at. there’s so many things about him i just adore. and there’s so many things about our relationship that brings me happiness. but one of the most important things is i felt like i could be myself around him. well.. mostly. i’m not too sure who i am sometimes. but josh always makes me feel safe. we’re getting ready to meet up with some of my friends to this farmer’s market. honestly, i wasn’t as i should be. i couldn’t exactly figure out why. but i pushed my feelings to the side and put on a cute outfit.

everything started off great, seeing my friends was always nice. and they all loved josh. one of the stands were selling cocktails. i didn’t like drinking, not to say i never do. but i tried to stay away from it most of the time. but my friends all got one, and i didn’t want to look like the odd one out, so i got one as well. despite it being strawberry, and me not liking strawberries. this earned an eyebrow raise from josh. i found myself trying to mimic their poses when we took pictures. i normally give a silly thumbs up or a peace sign while having a big grin. these photos i kicked my leg up and did everything to hide my smile. i didn’t want to look stupid next to my friends.

“come on y/n smile!” josh spoke from in front of us, holding the phone. all i did was a small little grin. there became a point during our endeavors where josh & i didn’t really speak to each other. i didn’t bother to say anything though, i’m sure it wasn’t a big deal. i was focused on my friends.

“y/n didn’t you hear sarah cheated on her boyfriend with her ex?!” my friend alana looked over to me. i didn’t like gossiping. especially about people i didn’t know. you never know people’s situations or what they’re going through. it’s something i always tried to stay away from. it was a quality josh appreciated about me. but in this situation, i suppose it was okay.

“what?! her ex of all people?” i gasped dramatically which made alana laugh.

“yes her ex nathan who posted that embarrassing video of her drunk dancing on a kitchen island.” my other friend emma chimed in. the three of us were walking next to each other while josh walked behind us. i didn’t even realize he was left out.

“did you ever see it y/n?”

“no i haven’t actually.” and with that emma pulled out her phone and showed poor sarah drunk out of her mind. sloppily dancing on the kitchen island while everyone had their phones out. until she slipped and spilt her drink all over herself. i felt awful, she clearly wasn’t in her right mind. that was actually the same night she found out her grandma was sick in the hospital with cancer. i could’ve stuck up for her, i should’ve. yet i found myself laughing along with them. nodding my head along to their insults. shortly after we all parted ways. the car ride home with josh was unusually quiet.

“josh are you okay?” all josh did was shrug and turn up the radio. i nervously fidgeted with my rings, which i left in the center console when we got to the farmers market because i didn’t want my friends to think they were ugly. when we got to josh’s place he finally spoke to me,

“what happened today?”

“what do you mean?”

“you were acting different y/n.” i raised my eyebrow. trying to play dumb, though i knew deep down what josh was getting at.

“i was just hanging with my friends-“ i tried to defend myself. but josh wasn’t buying it.

“which included making fun of sarah?” josh brought up. i looked away from him trying to figure out what to say.

“i wasn’t making fun of her, they were talking about i was just making conversation.” i protested.

“you could’ve stuck up for her, you know what happened that day y/n.” josh’s eyes weren’t filled with anger or anything. he just seemed.. disappointed. i didn’t know what to say.

“it wasn’t just today y/n, everytime we hang out with your friends it’s like you’re a totally different person.” i felt my hands began to shake. my heart was slowing beginning to move faster and faster.

“it’s because i don’t even know who i am!” i shouted. josh frowned. he walked over to me and held my shaking hands in attempt to calm me down.

“that’s not true y/n.” i cut josh off,

“it is. all i do is pretend with everyone in my life!” i pulled my hands away from josh. my self sabotaging mechanisms coming out. i couldn’t let him help me because i felt like i didn’t deserve it. i don’t deserve it.

“i act a certain way with everyone so i can fit in. so they can’t hate me.” at this point tears were falling down my cheeks and my voice was hoarse. josh’s eyes were watery. i could tell he wanted to help me. but for some reason i wasn’t making this easy.

“y/n you’re so perfect the way you are. i love you for who you are.”

“that’s impossible because i don’t know even who i am.” there was a moment of silence. you could hear a hair pin drop. yet my head was screaming. i couldn’t stand there any longer, i hauled out the door. slamming it behind me. the one person who actually had some of idea who i am i just shut out. i didn’t understand why i always did this? it never made anything better. i’ve lost so many people because of this. once they get close, i do everything i can to keep them out. ruining my own life everytime. it was always my fault.

that night josh & i didn’t sleep much. without each other knowing, we both looked at our phones. wanting to call or text one another. but we didn’t. too scared of what the possible outcome would be. i sat on my couch mindlessly watching some reality tv show. desperate to block out the mess in my head. until i heard a knock on the door, i opened it to see josh standing there, his eyes were tired and sympathetic. he pulled me into his arms. his warm embrace reminding me why i’ve been getting out of bed each morning. desperately trying to hold on to that safe feeling he brings me. i quietly mumbled a “sorry” in his chest while i sobbed. honestly, i didn’t think he’d show up. it was easy for me to shut people out because most people never tried to fight it. not even bothering to look back. i don’t blame though, sometimes i didn’t feel good enough to second guess. so the fact josh was here, it meant EVERYTHING to me. he held me on the couch. playing with my hair & rubbing my back until i could gain my composure. how’d i get so lucky i didn’t even know.

“i’m so sorry..”

“it’s okay baby we all get a little lost sometimes.” i looked up at him. josh smiled softly. he pushed back a strand of hair behind my ear.

“you know what’s really helped me figure out who i am is drumming.” i furrowed my eyebrows. josh wasn’t cocky by any means. but he was pretty sure of himself. and to think drumming was the solution kind of blew my mind.

“really?”

“yeah! maybe we can find something you enjoy doing, it won’t hurt to try.” i nodded listening to josh.

“you mean it?” i frowned and josh kissed my forehead mumbling a “mhm.” and that started our endeavors. who know hobbie hunting was so hard. i was a bit of perfectionist, so when i wasn’t immediately good at something i’d get discouraged. it was hard trying all these things while i still felt the same. i tried crocheting but it was a bit too complicated. me & josh would make jewelry but, everytime i dropped the string and the beads everywhere i wanted to slam my head on the table. josh took me to play basketball with him, but i was never too good at sports. and the heat made me MISERABLE. maybe josh was wrong, maybe i was too set in my ways to change. josh decided to bring me over to tyler’s studio. i loved hanging out with them while they worked on different projects. just watching them work was an amazing sight to see, they’re both so talented. this time around though i was more quiet. josh had went to grab some water when tyler approached me.

“you okay y/n? i don’t usually see you this quiet.” i let out a deep breath.

“yeah just going through some things.. midlife crisis stuff.” tyler chuckled lightly.

“that sucks you’re not even 40 yet.” i smiled at him. tyler always knew how to cheer people up, he was also very empathetic. i don’t open up easily, but with tyler it’s almost natural. and he actually understands, it doesn’t feel forced or complicated.

“do you sing by chance?” i shrugged my shoulders,

“a little. i used to do open mics when i was a teenager. back when i was more ambitious and talented..” i felt bad. i didn’t want to be a mood killer. but i felt like there was this constant rain cloud over my head, and i couldn’t stop it.

“i think you’re very talented y/n.” i rolled my eyes. i figured tyler was just trying to be nice.

“i actually asked josh if you could come today. i’ve heard you sing in the car before, you have a really great voice. i was wondering if you could do some back up vocals for us?” tyler asked softly. i couldn’t believe it. i’ve always liked singing, but i didn’t think i had much potential. and who was i to tell tyler no. so i walked in the recording booth, and put on my headphones. i could see in the corner of my eye tyler and josh smiling. not only that, i was actually happy. i forgot how much i actually enjoyed singing. all of those feelings i had in high school came back to me. when i walked out of the booth, josh hugged me.

“you guys are evil.” i chuckled pulling away to look at him.

“y/n you killed it! thank you again.” tyler smiled. i nodded my head,

“of course, thank you guys for being there for me.” i had not only found my spark again. but i’ve found people who knew me for me. i didn’t have to act a certain way to please them or try to fit in. they loved me for me.

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

Overreaction (Josh Dun x reader)

Summary: Arguments over the littlest of things happen to everyone. It’s how you handle them that matters. In the early days of twenty one pilots, when their future isn’t guaranteed, Josh finds that he isn’t particularly good at handling stress... 

Word count: 1794

Warnings: Josh is kind of an ass here, but definitely more in an ‘I’m stressed and don’t know how to cope’ way than an ‘I’m an actual prick’ way. You get me? 

The house was quiet when he woke up. The sort of quiet that sat coldly in his bones and left a weight in his stomach, filling the air in every room and leaving everything feeling grey and still. His heart sank further as he stuck his head into the guest bedroom and saw the bed neatly made, the top of the dresser empty. 

They hadn’t come back. 

His mind was filled with images of the evening before as guilt washed over him. 

“Josh, please, can you just lay off the drumming for half an hour? I just wanna get this last section done.” (y/n) dug their fingers into their temples, frowning over the essay they were trying to finish. When he’d suggested that they spend the afternoon at his flat so they could both finish the work they needed to do and then spend the weekend hanging out, they’d jumped to say yes. But while it had been a good idea at the time, things hadn’t gone quite to plan. 

Josh had been working on some ideas for the music video he and Tyler were meant to be shooting in a week’s time while (y/n) was working on finishing an assignment that was due on the Monday. It was frustratingly difficult work, and at first their boyfriend’s presence was a relaxing one. 

The two of them were sat on opposite sides of the breakfast bar, laptops and papers spread out in an inelegant tangle as they worked. The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and a soft instrumental playlist was on in the background. For a couple of hours, the atmosphere was incredibly peaceful. But then, Josh finished his work. And he got bored. He tidied up his laptop and notebooks to kill a little time, but soon found that he needed more to do. 

Thinking back to the discussion he’d had with Tyler over some new ideas for songs, he decided to sit down at his practice pad for a little while and get some rhythms out of his head, see if any of them fit the beautiful words that his bandmate had put together. He slipped his headphones on and plugged them in, relaxing as he wrapped his hands around the drum sticks and got ready to play. 

Engrossed in reading the resources they’d found, (y/n) jumped as he started tapping away, their concentration shattered. At first they tried to just ignore it and carry on, but the repetitive beats that only got louder and more complex made it impossible to keep their mind on the words they needed to write. 

And so, they had politely asked him to stop. 

Josh had barely glanced back at them, tapping his feet in time with the thoughts running through his brain. “I’m just tryna get this idea down so it matches the stuff from Tyler.” 

“Yeah, but can it wait? Is there some other way you can think about it that isn’t so... loud? I’m still working.” 

He sighed. “Babe, this is part of my work. So I’m still working too.” 

“I get that, I do. It just doesn’t make it very easy to think about the history of genetics, you know?” They’d laughed slightly, trying to lighten the mood a little. But a dark cloud had descended over the room, and Josh’s continued frown made their smile fade. 

“Look, this is important.” 

“I never said it wasn’t.” Now they were frowning too. “I just asked-”

“I’m trying to make this whole band thing work, okay? And maybe you don’t think that takes as much effort as a fancy college degree, but it’s damn hard.” 

(y/n) felt like a deer in the headlights, taken aback by the sharpness of his response. “Hey, I know how hard you guys are working on this, and I know how much it matters to you. All I’m asking for is half an hour of quiet so I can get this done. And then I’ll sit and listen, okay? Maybe I can try and help you go through some of the ideas you’ve got.” 

He sniffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, like you actually care. All you can think about is yourself.” 

Their jaw dropped as he turned back to the kit, hitting the pads even harder now that he had some anger to get out of his system. “Josh, I-”

“No, it’s fine! It’s fine that you’re more worried about one stupid essay - one essay that won’t even affect your perfect GPA anyway - than you are about me being happy with my career. Nice to know. Really.” 

He’d never snapped at them before. Tears prickled hotly at the corners of their eyes. Silently, they gathered their things and packed them into their bag, dipping into the guest room briefly to get what little else they’d brought. Then two doors slammed, one shortly after another. 

It took almost an hour for Josh to notice what had happened in the aftermath of the argument. Finally satisfied, he put his sticks down - and turned to face an empty room. That’s when he realised that (y/n) had grabbed what little they had brought round to his place and left. 

Groaning at his own idiocy, Josh found himself getting anxious. Last night he’d assumed they’d just gone home, but what if something had happened to them while they were out? What if they were in a hospital, or being held hostage by someone, or... no, he couldn’t think like that. He sighed, chewed at his lip, and made the decision to phone them. It was obviously better to apologise in person, but somehow he doubted that showing up at their apartment unannounced would be welcomed. Besides, just hearing their voice for the moment would be enough to assuage his growing intrusive thoughts. The phone rang through a couple of times before abruptly cutting off. Nothing. But with the short ring period, he knew it wasn’t because their phone was broken or switched off. They’d declined the call. 

Pacing back and forth across his living room, Josh rang Tyler instead. Thankfully, his best friend answered straight away. 

“Yeah?” 

“Ty, I screwed up.” 

“Oh, I know.” 

He stopped walking for a moment, frowning. “Wait, what?” 

He could hear Tyler close a door before answering. “(y/n) came here last night. And dude I’ve gotta tell you, I haven’t seen them that upset in a long time.” 

Josh felt his heart sink. “What did they say?” 

“That you made them feel like you didn’t want them there. That you told them they didn’t care about you, which a blind man could see is total rubbish.” His friend sounded angry, and he was definitely starting to feel that it was justified. “They said that it was you who didn’t seem to care about them. That you didn’t think about the fact this essay is due Monday and they’ve got a midterm on Wednesday, even though they’d told you all about how worried they were when they got to yours. Dude. You were a real jerk.” 

He let his head drop against the wall with a soft thud, feeling well and truly like an idiot. “I don’t even know why I said all that stuff. I feel terrible.” 

“Yeah, you should. I had to come and pick them up because it was getting dark and they were crying too much to keep walking home.” 

He felt his heart sink painfully. “I... I made them cry?”

Hearing the crack in Josh’s voice, Tyler sighed. “Look man, just get over here. You’re both a bit calmer now, and you can talk things over. You can apologise.”

“I- Yeah, okay, that’s a good idea. I’ll be there soon. Thanks man.” 

Burying their hands in the hoodie’s sleeves, (y/n) chewed at the dry skin on their lips until Tyler nudged them in the side. 

“Hey, knock that off. You’ll make them sore.” 

“Are you sure he’s not still mad at me?” 

Tyler pulled them in for a hug, rubbing their back soothingly. “Hey, I know he isn’t. You know, I don’t think he was ever really mad at you in the first place. Just real stressed. And that’s not me trying to excuse what he said to you, because it was totally out of line. I just don’t think he’s capable of being mad at you.” 

A knock on the door interrupted them, and he let them go so he could go and answer it. When Josh set eyes on them, red around the eyes and pale with lack of sleep, he burst towards them and took their hands in his, babbling almost frantically. 

“Shit, (y/n) I- I’m so, so sorry. I have no idea why I said the things I did - I shouldn’t have, no way. None of those things were true. I think I - everything lately has been so hard, so uncertain - I just want us to do well, and... your degree is so stable and nothing I do is guaranteed and that... I don’t know, maybe it - I don’t even know!” 

He was practically tearing his hair out at this point, and (y/n) stopped him with a hand on his cheek. “Hey, slow down. One thing at a time. Were you really mad at me yesterday?” 

“No, of course not. I think I... I was just worried about a lot of things and you happened to say something at the wrong time.” 

“So you... you don’t really think that I don’t care about you?” 

He could see them welling up again, and opened his arms for a hug the same way he always did - never pulling them in first, always checking that they were okay with the contact before doing so. They leant into him, tucking their chin on his shoulder as he held them as tightly as he dared. 

“No. I think that’s the worst thing I said to you, and I don’t even know where it came from. I just - I am so sorry, babe. I hate that I treated you like that.” 

“Thank you for apologising. And, I forgive you.” They pressed a soft kiss to his lips, hands resting against his chest as his moved to their waist. 

When they pulled back he barely gave them a second to breathe before kissing them again with a little more force, his tongue dancing at the seam of their mouth. 

“Oh, gross. I leave you two alone for five minutes and this is what happens.” 

They pulled apart, both giggling a little at the look of mock disgust on Tyler’s face. Beneath it, the relief was clearly visible. 

“Sorry man.” 

“Yeah, whatever, I’m just glad you two are okay now. Next time, get a room that isn’t my kitchen, deal?” 

“Deal.” 

[liseytopia]

I LOVE UUUU! u wrote this so perfectly

i saw ur smut requests are open and i LOVE ur writing so much so i hope u dont mind if i request something!!

i would love to see experienced fem!reader x virgin torchbearer josh if thats possible 🫢 if u dont feel like writing it, dont be afraid to just delete the ask <3

lots of love!!!

- lisey

Virgin - Torchbearer!Josh Dun x Fem!Reader - Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex (do not do that lol eww), handjob, riding, virgin!josh + the trauma that comes with reading smut :)

Word Count: 2679

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Smut requests take a while for me but hopefully this makes up for it :) At least I'm getting to my requests lol

message for people who know me irl - FUCK OFF RN OR I WILL FIND YOU :)

Josh was a complicated person. With the complexities of being the leader of the Banditos it seemed he never got time to relax and truly enjoy the simplicities of life–things that the citizens of Dema had the pleasure of enjoying. You’d been with him for a few months before he brought it up in conversation, acting like you hadn’t known from the moment you saw him. 

“I’m a virgin,” he spoke clearly, breaking the silence of our conversation. Josh was staring up at the roof of the tent as you lay there in each other’s arms. You rolled over to look at him, my expression unsurprised. 

“I know.”

Almost immediately he sat up, leaving him towering over you. You couldn’t tell if he was upset at your reaction or not. Being a virgin wasn’t anything to be ashamed of–especially for someone as attractive as him. 

“Wait. How do you know?” He asked, his brows ruffled in a frustrated look. 

“The first time I met you… you seemed too innocent to not be a virgin. That, how focused you are with your work, and the way you reacted the first time I placed my hand here,” you chuckled, snaking your hand to his thigh. Josh’s breath hitched and he placed his hand over yours. “Why do you bring it up?” You could practically feel the smirk growing on your face, knowing you finally had the upper hand in the relationship. 

“I–” he paused. For once the Torchbearer was speechless. For once he didn’t have an immediate response. You tilted your head slightly, studying him. The hesitance, the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes–it was such a contrast to the strong figure everyone else saw. But here, in this intimate space, he was vulnerable, and you found that mix of strength and innocence intoxicating.

“You don't have to be so tense, Josh.” You tried to hold back the teasing tone but it slipped out. Your voice was soft but teasing, the sound low and smooth, almost like a purr. “I promise I won’t bite… unless you ask.”

His cheeks flushed, a deep crimson that spread up his neck, and his eyes darted down as if he couldn’t quite face your amused expression. You could tell he was trying to calm the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his breath quickening despite his efforts. It was endearing—the way he, the Torchbearer, was so utterly unmoored by your presence.

“I-I’m not used to this,” he stammered, his voice shaky but sincere. His eyes met yours again, wide and earnest, the firelight reflecting off his pupils. “I've never... not like this. Not with someone like you.”

Your smile widened at his confession. “Someone like me?” you echoed, stepping closer. Your hand rose slowly, giving him time to stop you if he wanted to, but he stayed rooted to the spot, frozen with anticipation. Your fingers brushed lightly against his arm, tracing the hard muscle beneath his skin, and you felt him tense even more under your touch.

“Someone... experienced,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, as though saying it aloud made him more vulnerable than ever.

Ah, so that was it. You'd suspected, but hearing it from him made your heart race with a mix of excitement and tenderness. He was a virgin. That explained the nervousness, the way he looked at you like he didn’t know where to start but wanted to be worthy of this moment with you.

“Do you trust me?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper now, leaning in just enough that your breath fanned against his neck.

He nodded quickly, almost too quickly, and you chuckled softly. His eagerness was palpable. Despite his nerves, you could see the fire in his eyes, the desire burning just beneath the surface. He just needed a little push.

“Good,” you murmured, your lips curving into a teasing smile. “Because I’m going to take care of you. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the rapid pounding of his heart beneath your palms. His body was taut, filled with tension and anticipation, but his eyes never left yours, dark with curiosity and an unspoken need.

“You’re nervous,” you observed, your voice gentle, but laced with a hint of mischief. “I can feel it.”

He exhaled shakily, his breath hot against your cheek. “I-I just... I don't want to mess this up.”

You smiled at his sincerity, feeling a rush of affection for him. “You won’t mess anything up,” you reassured him, your hands sliding down his chest slowly, tracing the lines of his body. “Let me guide you. Just follow my lead.”

His hands hovered uncertainly by his sides, as if he wanted to touch you but wasn’t sure if he was allowed. You caught his hesitation and, with a soft smile, took one of his hands, guiding it to your waist. His fingers twitched slightly against your skin, unsure but eager.

“You can touch me, Josh,” you encouraged, your voice sultry and low. “I want you to.”

His breath hitched in his throat as he slowly tightened his grip on your waist, his hands trembling with anticipation. He was cautious, almost reverent, as if afraid of going too far too quickly. But you could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire that had been slowly building, waiting for the right moment to explode.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he froze, unsure of how to respond. But you didn't rush him. You kissed him again, a little deeper this time, guiding him into the rhythm. His lips were hesitant at first, but they grew bolder with each passing second, his body finally starting to respond to yours.

“Relax,” you whispered against his lips, one of your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. “You're doing great.”

He groaned softly at your words, his grip on your waist tightening as his confidence slowly grew. His kisses became more urgent, more eager, as if he was trying to make up for all the time he'd spent waiting for something like this. The raw intensity of it made your pulse race, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips.

The way he was so utterly lost in you, the way his body responded to your slightest touch—it made you feel powerful, in control. You could sense his growing need, the way he was trying to hold himself back, afraid of doing something wrong. But you wanted him to let go, to trust you.

You broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide with desire, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“You don’t have to hold back with me,” you said softly, your fingers trailing down his chest. “I can take it.”

His eyes widened at your words, his breath catching in his throat. You could feel the shift in him, the way the last of his restraint began to crumble. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer to him, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. The sudden surge of confidence in his touch sent a thrill through you, and you smiled, loving how he was finally starting to let go.

You kissed him again, but this time, it was slower, more deliberate. You took your time, savoring the way his lips moved against yours, the way his hands roamed your body with newfound confidence. He was still nervous, still unsure, but he was learning, following your lead.

“You're doing so well,” you whispered between kisses, your lips brushing against his in a way that made him shiver as you unzipped and stripped him of his jeans. Breaking the kiss he removed his shirt as you stripped alongside him. 

His grip on you tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he lost himself in the moment. You could feel the heat building between you, the tension mounting with every touch, every kiss. His inexperience only made it more intense—the way he responded to your every move, the way he looked at you like he couldn't believe this was real. 

Josh gasped sharply as your finger brushed against his bare skin, sending shivers down his spine. 

“Ahh… fuck,” he moans quietly, his hips twitching involuntarily as you feel him grown hard. Feeling exposed and sensitive, Josh bit his lip, unintentionally edging you on. 

“You good?” You chuckled, looking up at him. His eyes were closed but he gave a desperate nod. 

“I’m good. I trust you,” he whispered, “Just please don’t stop.” Wrapping a hand around his throbbing erection, you give him a firm squeeze. “Holy shit.” Josh’s head fell back, exposing the column of his throat. Tattooed arms trembled at his sides, muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his ragged breaths. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, feeling the power of having him in such a vulnerable state. His body was a mix of taut nerves and raw desire, and you could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. The way he responded to even the slightest touch was intoxicating, making your own desire burn hotter.

“Relax, Josh,” you whispered again, your voice soothing but commanding. “Just focus on what you're feeling.”

His breath hitched as your hand moved slowly, deliberately, along his length. His hips jerked up instinctively, and you pressed your palm against his stomach to keep him grounded. He was trembling now, his body overwhelmed with sensations he'd never experienced before.

“I-I’m trying,” he stuttered, his voice thick with arousal. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as if he was trying to anchor himself.

You leaned down, kissing the side of his neck, and felt him shudder beneath you. 

“You're doing great,” you reassured him between soft kisses, your lips ghosting over his skin. “Just let yourself feel it. Don’t hold back.”

Josh groaned softly, the sound deep and desperate, and you could feel him slowly losing control, his restraint slipping away little by little. It was thrilling, watching the shift in him as he gave in to the sensations coursing through his body. You could see it in his eyes, the way they were half-lidded with desire, his pupils blown wide, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts.

His hands moved up your back, shaky but more confident now, pulling you closer to him as if he couldn’t stand the distance between you. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the intensity of the moment building with every touch, every sound he made.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice rough and barely audible. “I need…”

“You need what?” you teased gently, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips, and you could see the conflict in him. He was still unsure, still fighting that last bit of nervousness, but you knew he was close to letting go completely.

“Tell me what you need, Josh,” you urged softly, your hand trailing down his chest again, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I… I need you,” he finally admitted, his voice trembling with a mix of vulnerability and desire. “Please… I need you.”

The raw honesty in his words sent a shiver down your spine. He had finally given in, and you felt a surge of excitement at the realization that you had him completely at your mercy. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, your hand still wrapped around him, and whispered against his mouth, “I’m right here, Josh. I’ve got you.” You removed your hand and moved so you were straddling him, hovering just above where he needed you the most. “I’m gonna ride you, it’ll be a bit easier I think,” you said, pressing your lips to his. He looked up at you with a dazed, almost delirious expression, still riding the high of his handjob. 

“Y-yeah... okay…” he nodded slowly, voice hoarse with need. He reached up to tangle his fingers in your hair, holding you close. “I want to feel you,” he whispered urgently. As you lowered yourself onto him feeling the stretch more than you thought you would, you enveloped his rigid length. “Fuck,” you groaned, setting down as he hit the spot you need him most. His hands held your hips tightly, pulling you closer as he rolled his hips up to meet your downward thrusts. 

“More,” he pleaded shamelessly, lost to the primal rhythm. Josh's plea sent a surge of heat through you, a thrill sparking in the pit of your stomach at the way he was letting go, abandoning the restraint he had clung to for so long. His hands gripped your hips with a newfound intensity, guiding you as you rode him, moving together in a steady, building rhythm.

“Like this?” you whispered breathlessly, your lips barely grazing his as you spoke, your pussy walls clenching down on him. His eyes were squeezed shut, head thrown back as he nodded eagerly, too overwhelmed by the sensations to form a coherent response. The soft groans and gasps escaping him told you everything you needed to know.

His need was palpable, raw and unfiltered, and you fed off it, matching his rhythm with your own, pushing him closer to the edge with every thrust. The intimacy of the moment—the way your bodies moved in perfect sync, the quiet sounds of pleasure filling the space between you—felt almost surreal, like the rest of the world had faded away and it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

“Josh,” you murmured his name, wanting to anchor him, wanting him to know that you were with him in every sense of the word. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of his name, hazy with desire as he looked up at you, his lips parted, panting.

“I can't... I don't know how much longer I can—” he stammered, his voice hoarse, thick with urgency.

You smiled softly, leaning down to kiss him, a slow, deliberate kiss that contrasted with the frantic pace of your movements. “It's okay,” you whispered against his lips. “Just let go. I want to feel it.”

That was all he needed. With a low, guttural groan, his body tensed beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully as he gave in to the rush of sensation, losing himself completely in the moment. You could feel the tremors running through him, the way he shuddered as his release hit, his breath coming in ragged, broken gasps.

You slowed your movements, riding out the waves of his climax with him, savoring the closeness, the heat of his body pressed against yours. His eyes were half-lidded, lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath, a look of pure exhaustion and bliss etched across his face.

When he finally opened his eyes fully, they were filled with something different now—gratitude, maybe, or even awe. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle, reverent.

‘That was…” He trailed off, still breathless, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I don’t even know what to say.”

You chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before pulling away slightly to look at him. “You don't have to say anything,” you said quietly, tracing your fingers along his jawline. “Just know that I'm here, whenever you need me.”

For a long moment, the two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, the weight of the world outside the tent momentarily forgotten. Josh was still the leader of the Banditos, still burdened with responsibilities that would never fully go away. But here, in this space, in this moment, he was just Josh—vulnerable, open, and utterly yours.

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REQUESTS OPEN

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a joshler oneshot is about to come and im ashamed

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Tuesday ➼ Josh Dun

Description: Based on true story. (The names were replaced)

A/N: Not requested, I just really needed to write about it. I’ve been bottling it all up for four years and it’s probably going to eat me alive. You know what’s funny, though? Is that his real name (the guy in the story) is actually Joshua, and he’s half Japanese. (I’m sorry in advance for the many references btw vv)

Y/N=Your Name, L/N=(Your) Last Name, POV=Point Of View

THIRD PERSON

It was a crisp winter day. The day that she decided to go out and face the world. She wrapped herself with a warm sweater and headed out to their garage and took her bike out. She hopped on the seat and began pedaling, beginning her journey.

She aimlessly rode through the streets, having no particular destination. She just wanted to get out of that house. She hated to be there.

She hated how her parents pretend that everything’s alright even though it’s not. She hated how they looked down at her because she’s younger. She hated how they think that she doesn’t understand what’s going on, because she does.

She knows that they aren’t okay. She knows that the only reason they’re still together is because of her, not because they still love each other.

She pulled up on the side of the street, where some benches were placed. She hopped out of the bike seat and rest her bike on the ground. She sat down on the bench and propped her elbow on the bench’s arm rest and rest her head against the palm of her hand.

She took in her surroundings and enjoyed the view. It wasn’t the best, but for her any view is perfect as long as it wasn’t her house.

Her eyes landed on a particular boy. One with bright yellow hair, mocha eyes, and blue-sky hands.

Joshua Dun.

She immediately began shaking and she felt her breathing become heavy and her heartbeat go faster.

She wonders if he still remembers her. A part of her says that it has been three years and that she’s basically unrecognizable because her style wasn’t the same anymore. (What’s funny is that every time that she changes her hairstyle, she always wonders the same thing, will he remember her or not?) But another part of her wanted him to remember her. Because maybe, just maybe, things would go back to the way it used to.

He was talking to another boy, one that she had never seen before.

One thing that she noticed is that Joshua never hanged out with his old friends anymore. She would know. Because his old friends used to be her friends, too.

When she met Joshua, her life felt complete. They instantly clicked. They both have the same likes and dislikes and his personality was really fitting with hers.

He introduced her to his group of friends who, coincidentally, lives at the houses right next to hers.

His group of friends mostly consisted of guys: Brendon, Tyler, and Dallon. The only girl, though, is Tyler’s sister, Madison.

She remembered how she always does her homework really fast just so her mom would let her go outside and played with them. How everyday she would always hangout in their lounge, waiting for Joshua to call her name for them to play.

She was nine when they started to hangout and on her 11th birthday, she invited all of them to her house to celebrate. She also invited a couple of cousins and a couple of “friends” from school (she was certain that they just wanted to come because there were lots of food).

And a couple of days subsequent to the party, it was Tuesday. Joshua told her that he had to move to another house because their old house was being renovated.

He didn’t move that far. Just at the other side of the village, that’s why she wasn’t that bothered. Besides, he promised that he would come by her house and still hang out with her.

He promised.

She snapped out of her trance and immediately jumped up from her seat. She hopped on her bike and sped through the streets to go back to her house.

And when she passed him she swore she saw him glance at her for a second.

‘Maybe I’m just over exaggerating,’ she thought when she got to her room.

‘Maybe it wasn’t as perfect as I thought it was.’

Her mind was filled with maybes and it was driving her insane.

She sighed and sat down on her bed.

She then remembered that particular time when the guys were playing and she and Madison just watched. She remembered looking at her and telling her something which made her cry.

She doesn’t remember what she said exactly but it was definitely not something mean. Maybe it’s just how she said it or how she looked while saying it.

She remembered how everyone got angry at her and Tyler giving her a dirty look even though she told them that she didn’t do anything, because really, she wouldn’t hurt a soul intentionally. Despite all her protests, nobody believed her.

She also remembers the time when she was at Joshua’s house. They were talking about nothing in particular when she saw a girl on her bike eyeing Josh.

Joshua saw the she wasn’t paying attention and followed her gaze.

“Her name is Debby. We used to hang out together,” he told her.

“Used to? What happened?” She asked.

“She told me that she liked me, but I don’t like her back,” he replied.

“And then you never hanged out with her?” She asked.

“Yep,” he said.

She remembered how she was such a nervous wreck that day. She was so afraid that he would find out that she liked him and never hang out with her, too.

She also remembered the times when Joshua warned her about people. First, he warned her about Dallon, and told her not to talk to him. She obeyed even though everything he warned her about Dallon was unlikely true.

The next time he warned her about someone, it was Tyler and Brendon. He told her that they betrayed him and to ignore them also.

She also remembered the time when Brendon was talking and he began rambling. So, to snap him out of it, she decided to playfully slap him a couple times.

He cried after she did that and told his mom about it. He told his mom that she slapped him really hard even though she swore that she slapped him softly.

His mom, being the strict parent that she is, told Brendon to never hangout with her again.

And he did just that.

A couple of months later, though. She and Brendon began to hangout again. They decided to call Joshua to play with them but his father told them that he wasn’t home. A couple of minutes after they left, though. They saw Joshua leave the house with his bike.

She also remembered the times when she would try so badly to speak her opinion, but she would never have the chance. Because really, they never really cared about her.

She remembered how every time she would pass by any of them, they would pretend that she was a complete stranger.

Except Dallon, though.

Dallon tried to talk to her again, but she shut her door on him because Joshua told her to ignore him. She really regret doing so.

She sighed once again.

“It wasn’t really as perfect as I thought it was,” she mumbled to herself.

And at that moment, she questioned herself. What was the point?

Maybe there was a reason that Josh never talked to her again. Maybe he found out that she liked him. Or maybe she was the one that pushed him away.

She’ll never know for sure.

All she knows that Joshua never came by her house, and the last thing he ever said to her is that he had something important to tell her, that something is a thing she’ll never know,

Because that Tuesday was the last time they ever talked.