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Chapter Fifteen

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: All the fluff in the world.

Word Count: 2610

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

January 2018 - The Hiatus

It was a cold winter morning and Josh had woken you up early to take you and your new dog, Jim, on a surprise trip. This was entirely new to you, since in the few months that the two of you had been dating, you hadn't had a public outing once. Not that either of you were ashamed of what you were doing, but for the sake of keeping your private lives just that... private. Not even Tyler and Jenna knew yet, as you and Josh just secretly enjoyed your time together. After making sure that you were in comfortable and warm clothing, per Josh's request, all three of you piled up into his car and made your way to your destination. After various times of being asked by you to tell where you were going, Josh still didn't budge... so you decided to keep yourself busy by turning in your seat to face a very happy Jim. His face was right near yours and ready to cover it in kisses, which you narrowly avoided while laughing.

A half hour had passed and you finally made it to the surprise location: Hocking Hills State Park. Josh looked over to you with a big grin and turned off the car once he parked, taking off his seatbelt.

"I thought that it would be a fun idea to go on a hike together."

You quirked an eyebrow. "In the freezing cold?"

"That's the best time to go! You won't ever get sweaty," he said matter-of-factly. 

You had to admit... he had a point.

"Ok, ok, wise guy. Lead the way." A smirk appeared on your own lips.

With a laugh, he got out of the car and looked around with a slightly nervous expression. He really didn't want to be seen or noticed yet, so he decided to move quickly with getting Jim out of the car and grabbing your water bottles. You followed suit and instantly understood that he wanted to hurry the process up, so you zipped up your jacket fully and made it to his side to start your trek with Jim leading the way.

The trail was absolutely beautiful, even more so now that there was snow that dusted the ground the higher up you went. Sure, it was freezing, but the view made it all worth it. Watching as Jim made sure to sniff every inch of trail that he passed with a happy wagging tail, you giggled a bit as Josh turned his head back to look at you while holding onto his leash. A smile appeared on his face and then he hung back a bit so that he could wrap his free arm around your shoulders to bring you in close.

"You know, I was thinking... we've been together for a few months now. Maybe it's about time that we told Tyler and Jenna the news. I mean, they were the ones that were rooting for us to get together, you know?" Josh looked down to you to see what you thought of the idea.

Slowly nodding, you looked back up to him with a small smile. "I think you're right. It's felt sort of wrong keeping it from them. I think we should tell them tonight, since they're coming over for dinner."

"That sounds like a good idea."

He leaned down and kissed you softly, giving you a slight squeeze before being pulled away by Jim, who had managed to find a really good scent further down.

*     *     *

After a full day and a fill of fresh air and walking, you decided to head back down to the car. The only problem was there were more people than there had been earlier. Josh gave you a look of sudden fear and you instantly decided then and there to take his hand and just run as fast as you could with him - the both of you laughing the whole way while Jim ran alongside you with ease. Getting everything situated in the car, you both made the drive back home and made sure that you got changed into some nicer clothes for later that night while Josh cleaned around the house a bit for you.

"Hey, before we get started... do you mind making us a fire? I kind of want to settle in first before we start cooking dinner."

Josh looked up from playing with Jim on the floor and nodded his head happily.

"That sounds like a good idea."

He got up and made his way over to start throwing some logs into the fireplace, crumbling some pieces of newspaper as kindling. As he did that, you decided to go and grab one of the bigger, thicker blankets so that the both of you could sit and cuddle beneath it. Once the fire was going, you sat down on the floor in front of it to warm yourself up, suddenly feeling Josh sit right beside you and as close to your side as possible. You looked in his direction and then slowly opened your arm to hold up the blanket for him to get under, which he instantly took the opportunity to do. You both remained wrapped up and in each other's arms, seeking warmth from the fire, as Jim laid beside you to fall asleep. It was a picture perfect moment with your boys and you wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world. You internally thanked the universe for sending you Joshua Dun and getting him to stay, even when you were painfully unaware that he had stayed because he loved you.

Looking up at the clock to see that it was almost 5:00pm, you decided that it was time to finally start getting ready for having Tyler and Jenna over. Giving Josh a kiss on the lips, you smiled widely and got up from you spot as he groaned in protest.

"Do we have to do this tonight? I just want to relax with you..."

"Come on, Josh! We promised them. We haven't had time for all four of us together in a long time, so go get changed and I'll start prepping dinner."

He pouted a bit as he got up with the blanket still around him and shuffled his way down the hall to get ready, causing you to laugh. He may have acted like a child most times, but you still loved him regardless.

While Josh got changed into something a bit more appropriate for your dinner, you started to collect all the ingredients you would need for dinner. Jim laid down in his usual spot just outside the kitchen where he could keep a close eye on everything that was happening, including looking out for any scraps that may have fallen from the counter. Unable to resist his puppy dog eyes, you grabbed some cheese from the fridge and tossed it his way.

“How does this look?” Josh asked as he walked out of the hallway.

He had opted for a gray sweater over a pair of dark jeans. The sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms and the lower half of his tattoo sleeve. Aside from his hair that was still pressed to his head after wearing a hat all morning, he looked perfect.

“Come here,” you said, waving him over.

Josh leaned his hip against the counter and furrowed his eyebrows at you. You wordlessly reached up and began to run your hands through his hair, adding some volume back to his curls. It didn’t take long for him to start laughing.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“You could tell you had been wearing a hat all morning.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just want an excuse to run your hands through my hair?”

“Ok, maybe that too,” you smiled before giving him a quick kiss.

Josh wrapped an arm around your waist and turned to face the counter where all of your ingredients were laid out. “Where should we start?” he asked.

“Well, they’re going to be here in like fifteen minutes, so I think we should get the bread going. If you want to do that, I can start boiling water for the noodles.”

“On it.”

The kitchen became a whirlwind of activity as you and Josh started to get things ready for dinner. It didn’t help that Josh insisted on a kiss every time you two happened to pass each other, which was often. You weren’t complaining, though.

The two of you had just settled on the couch with Jim when there was a knock on the door. You collectively sighed and turned to look at one another, still breathing a little heavily from all your work in the kitchen.

“Do you think they’ll mind waiting out there for thirty more seconds?” Josh laughed.

“Come on, it’s cold out there,” you said, pushing yourself away from the couch. “And if Tyler hasn’t burst into the house by now, I don’t think he’s going to.”

“Shocking,” Josh laughed as he followed after you.

You opened the front door, revealing a pink-cheeked Tyler and Jenna. They both smiled as soon as they saw you, instantly wrapping their arms around you in a hug. Despite the fact that it had only been a few days since you had last seen them, you had still missed them dearly.

“It smells amazing in here,” Jenna said as she pulled off her coat.

“Thank you! Josh and I have been hard at work.”

Once everyone’s coats and shoes were off, you ushered them into the kitchen to get drinks and then made yourselves comfortable on the couch. Almost immediately, Tyler launched into some story that he had to tell about a recent outing. In no time, the four of you were laughing and swapping your own stories. 

“Oh, that’s the bread,” you said, hearing the timer go off in the kitchen. “Josh, do you mind coming with me to help?”

“Sure thing,” he answered, setting his drink down on the coffee table.

The two of you walked into the kitchen, followed closely by Jim who was always eager to see what you and Josh were up to. Josh took the bread out of the oven while you finished a few other last minute preparations. 

“Are you feeling ok?” Josh asked quietly as he sliced up the bread.

“Yeah, I’m just nervous, I guess.”

“About what? Telling them about us?”

“Yeah, I just have no idea how they’re going to react.”

Josh stopped what he was doing and rested his hands on your hips, turning you towards him. Your eyes locked to his and some of the tension in your shoulders instantly released. You had known him for six years and still didn’t understand how one look from him could make you feel so safe.

“It’s going to be perfectly fine, they’re going to be over the moon with excitement. And if tonight doesn’t feel like the right night to say anything, then we don’t have to.”

“Thank you, Josh.”

You rested a hand on the side of his face and pulled him into a kiss. His arms started to wind tighter around you, but dropped away in a fraction of a second. Just as you were about to ask if he was ok, you heard it.

“No way.”

���Oh, you have got to be kidding,” you muttered.

“Jenna!” Tyler called. “Come here! You’re not going to believe this!”

“I guess we don’t have a choice anymore,” Josh laughed, putting an arm back around your waist.

Jenna walked into the room, still carrying her wine glass in one hand. She looked at you and Josh, obviously not noticing the arm he had around your waist, and then turned to Tyler.

“What’s going on?”

Tyler crossed his arms and nodded to you and Josh, a very pleased smirk plastered across his face, “Do you want to tell her?”

“Tell me what?”

You sighed. “Josh and I are dating.”

“What?” she gasped, eyes going wide. For a split second, you thought she might drop her glass straight onto the floor.

“We were planning to tell you over dinner, but Tyler caught us kissing and, well, it was pretty obvious at that point.”

“In my defense, Jenna asked me to come in here and see if you needed any help.”

“Oh yeah, because you’ve never interrupted Josh and I before,” you scoffed.

“Never!”

“What about when we were on the bridge in Austin? Or when I helped him dye his hair? Or when we almost kissed? Or literally just now?”

“Hey, I-”

Jenna put a hand on her husband’s shoulder, instantly quieting him. He pouted for a little while, but eventually gave up and accepted his defeat.

“How long has this been going on?” she asked.

“Since August.”

“August?” Tyler and Jenna asked in unison.

“We wanted to keep it on the downlow for awhile. You know, just enjoy our time together,” Josh explained. “Plus, since we have to lay low because of the hiatus anyway, it didn’t seem like a big deal.”

“I can’t believe you managed to go that long without telling me,” Jenna smiled at you.

“I almost slipped up so many times.”

“I’m just glad to see you two are finally together,” Tyler chimed in. “I’ve been waiting for this moment since 2011.”

“We had some obstacles to overcome before we got to this point,” you said. “But we got here.”

Josh grinned and gave you another quick kiss.

“Ok, as much as I love this mushy stuff,” he said. “We should eat before it gets cold.”

“Good call.”

The four of you dished up your food and got comfortable at the dining table. Jenna and Tyler continued to pester you with questions about your relationship, though neither you or Josh really minded. It was nice to finally feel like it was out in the open, even if they were the only other two that knew.

The rest of the night flew by after dinner. Between card games and laughing at old stories from the early days of tour, you hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten until Tyler pulled out his phone and announced to Jenna that they should get home. After a few more minutes to wrap up your conversation, the four of you said your goodbyes with promises to have another night like this soon.

Josh draped his arms over you as soon as the door was closed, burying his face in your neck and leaning some of his body weight into you.

“Tonight was nice,” he whispered. “We should host more often.”

“You’re only saying that because we haven’t had to clean up all the dishes yet.”

“We can do that in the morning.”

“Is it time for bed?”

“I think so.”

Jim followed the two of you upstairs and waited patiently as you went through your nightly routines and got into pajamas. You were wrapped around Josh almost as soon as he was in bed, letting your head now rest in the crook of his neck. Jim also decided to join in on the cuddling, making sure to wedge himself wherever he could while still being next to both of you.

“I’m going to miss days like these when we go on tour again,” you said quietly.

“Me too, but there will be plenty of other adventures to go on when that does happen.”

“You’re not planning something, are you?”

“Just having a nice time on tour with my girl.”

“And Jim!”

“Yeah,” Josh laughed. “And Jim.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pressed a quick kiss to your head. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

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Taglist

@topownsmyheart @faceofcontvsions @ohprettyweeper @tylersheavydirtysoul @svintsandghosts @wearebxnditos @breadbinishigh @patdsinner33 @leam-2001

[ohprettyweeper-moved]

something you're excited about!

hmm. that’s a good question! i looked forward for so long to the shows and now ... i guess i’m looking forward to monday when i have another day off!

how about you?

[blurry-fics]

Elevator

Summary: Josh has been acting off all night and you decide to get to the bottom of it.

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Word Count: 1096

Warnings: Angst, arguments

Square Filled: Staplegunned by The Spill Canvas

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this entry for @bandombingo​! Also, if you’re keeping up with Tear In My Heart, make sure to check out the epilogue over on @spookyjiimfanfiction​ if you haven’t already :) (picture credit)

Your calves started to burn as you followed after Josh, trying - and nearly failing - to keep up with his long strides. Cool wind whipped at your cheeks and slipped up the sleeves of your sweatshirt, sprouting goosebumps all along your arms. Josh had his hood pulled up over his head, hiding his typically bright green hair. You picked up your pace, hoping to get close enough that you could talk to him without yelling over the wind.

“Josh, can you please slow down? My legs are starting to hurt.”

Your question was met with silence. The deep breath you took to try and alleviate the pain only made your lungs burn from the icy chill. You pulled your sweatshirt up over your mouth and nose, hoping the warm fabric would help the sting.

With each aching step, you started to grow frustrated. The rest of the crew had gone out bowling to celebrate another successful show, but you had bailed to instead go back to the hotel with Josh, thinking that once you two were alone he would actually open up to you about why he was upset. Instead, you had only been met with silence and him nearly jogging his way back to the hotel, leaving you scrambling to catch up.

He hadn’t been this way all night. In fact, the two of you had been getting along pretty well up until dinner, playfully nudging one another and cracking jokes. It was just like any other day. Then you had said something at dinner and Josh’s whole demeanor changed, his smile wiped in an instant. You couldn’t even remember it now, it had seemed so insignificant at the time. Had you known it was going to be such a big deal, you never would have said it.

By the time you finally stepped through the front doors into the hotel lobby, your nose was thoroughly running and any exposed bits of your skin had been turned bright red by the wind. Josh didn’t even slow down as he crossed the floor towards the elevators, obviously eager to put as much space between you and him as he could. You only stopped to breathe for a moment before following after him; the second that he got himself behind a locked hotel door, you knew any chance of talking this out was gone.

You barely managed to catch the elevator doors as they closed, making your frozen hands sting from the contact. Josh watched you carefully as you stepped in and leaned against the wall, tucking your hands back up inside your sleeves to warm them up faster.

“What floor?” he muttered.

“Nine. Same as you.”

Josh punched the button again, even though it was already glowing a faint yellow. You watched him, waiting to see if he would say anything else, but he didn’t even turn enough to make eye contact with you. Deciding that enough was enough, you gave in and spoke first.

“Alright, are you going to tell me what’s going on now?”

“Nothing is going on.”

“Don’t play that game with me, Josh. I just followed you half a mile back to the hotel in the freezing cold while you didn’t so much as look at me because I knew something was wrong, so you might as well tell me now.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“God, sorry that I care about you, I guess.”

“Do you care about me?” Josh said. His voice was raised now and he had turned to look at you. After seeing the look in his eyes, you almost wished that he hadn’t. “Because you sure didn’t seem to care about my feelings when you laughed off the possibility of us ever being more than friends.”

“It was a joke, Josh! We make jokes like that all the time!”

“No. You make jokes like that all the time.”

You started to bunch up your sleeves even tighter in your fists, relieving only a small portion of the tension you were feeling. As much as you wanted to scream at him, you knew you could never do that to Josh. That, and you were in an elevator.

“Why does it even matter so much to you?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Apparently.”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.” His voice dropped back to a normal volume after his confession. “And I’ve been trying to show that to you all week, but every move I try to make just gets brushed off as a normal friendly interaction by you. I was planning to tell you tonight, but then you made that comment at dinner and it killed any confidence that I had, but here we are anyway.”

The anger you had been feeling just a moment ago was gone, replaced by adrenaline or something else that you couldn’t quite place. Your brain was grasping for something, anything, to say in response to him, but it couldn’t find the right thing. Instead, you did the only thing that you could think to do.

Josh’s lips were cold as you crashed yours against them. He was taken aback at first - you could tell by how stiff his body was - but once everything clicked into place, he relaxed and dug his fingers into the thick fabric of your sweatshirt, pulling you closer. You deepened the kiss, letting your fingers get tangled in the dark strands of hair near the nape of his neck.

Neither of you pulled away until the elevator dinged, signaling that you had finally arrived at the ninth floor. You briefly considered hitting another floor so that you and Josh would have a moment longer together, but figured there was too much risk of other people getting on. Your cheeks were burning as you untangled yourself from Josh and stepped out into the hall.

“Listen, I’m sorry for making all those jokes, Josh. I never meant to upset you.”

“It’s ok, you had no way of knowing.”

You nodded and rocked back and forth on your heels, trying to figure out what would happen next. Josh’s room was at the opposite end of the hall from yours, but you weren’t exactly looking to put an end to the night yet.

“So,” you drew out the word. “Now what?”

Josh pressed his lips together, though it did next to nothing to hide his sly smile.

“Room service dessert and cheesy movies in my hotel room?” he asked, gesturing over his shoulder.

You smiled, immediately wrapping yourself around Josh and leaning into his side. “Deal.”

[r-eleasethebats]

Hey! It’s your santa! How’s your day going today? Reese’s peanut butter cups are the SHIT okay, I get your obsession. I’ve been thinking about your present I get to give you during big reveal time, and I’m wondering what sorta stuff you like! Mood boards? Are you a fan fic kinda person, and if so, what’s your fav top fics to read? What’s your fav pilots media to consume?? You’re the best and don’t forget it!

Hi not to be dramatic but I love you also you’re the best!! 

I do love moodboards! And lowkey, I’ve read basically every Josh Dun oneshot/fic on tumblr over the last few months cause I’m absolute trash. My favorite fics are definitely fluff or angst with a happy ending because I’m weak and straight up angst kills me. I’ve been super into the Tear In My Heart series by @blurry-fics and @spookyjiimfanfiction because it’s literally perfect and does just the right amount of making my heart break and giving it a nice cup of tea at the same time. (The latest update is still killing me as we speak)

My favorite media would probably be fanart, or anything that showcases their stage graphics since that’s the kind of thing I’m going to art school to learn how to create. Top have been the focus of my hyper fixating since the Jumpsuit video came out and the hiatus ended, so I honestly consume as much media I can to fuel that fixation, as well as get inspiration for my art since a lot of my personal work revolves around them.

I hope you’re having a good day santa buddy!

[nonsenseverses]

there is no better feeling in the world than finishing a series

right, @spookyjiimfanfiction? :)

[junkyard-dunky]

tagged by: @glitterjoshua

Rules: bold everything that applies to you & tag 10 people you’d like to get to know better.

APPEARANCE:

I’m over 5’5” // I wear glasses/contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing// I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS:

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic// I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during school or work breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS:

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS:

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS:

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs 

people i want to get to know better: @blurry-fics @spookyjiimfanfiction @pchanoof

[spookyjiimfanfiction]

Chapter Eleven

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Peak Beau assholeness

Word Count: 3079

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

February 2017 - After The Grammys After Party

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

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

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

“Should we call him an Uber?”

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

“Then what do we do?”

“Let me talk to him.”

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

“Did I fall asleep?” he asked.

“Yeah, you did.”

“Am I at Tyler’s?”

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

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

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

“Can you take care of me?”

“What, like take you home?”

“And stay with me.”

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

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

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

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

“Ok, but I can’t stay long.”

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

“Only for a little.”

“Ok.”

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

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

“How is he doing?” Tyler asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*     *     *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From Beau.

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

How the hell were you going to explain this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Where the hell were you?”

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

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

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

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

“Which friend?”

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

“Which friend, Y/N? Answer me.”

“Jenna and Tyler.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I wasn’t with Josh!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop,” you muttered.

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

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

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

“Helping me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You really think he likes you?

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Chapter Thirteen

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Some cussing, annoying interruptions. Word Count: 2301 Authors’ Note: We hope you enjoy this chapter! :) (picture credit)

July 2017 - Beginning of the Hiatus

You zipped up the suitcase that you had just finished unpacking and shoved it towards the closet to be tucked away until the next time you needed it. Josh watched as it rolled past him and then went back to folding the pile of shirts that was sitting next to his legs.

“Josh, you really don’t have to sit in here and help me fold shirts. I know you have better things to do.”

“I don’t think any of the work stuff that Tyler is trying to get me to do could beat sitting in here and spending time with you,” he smiled.

“If you insist,” you said, hoping it would come across as nonchalant despite the butterflies that were currently overtaking your stomach. 

“Besides, I want you to feel at home here and the sooner we get your room cleaned and organized, the sooner this might start to feel like home.”

You wanted to make a comment about how it already did as long as Josh was around, but decided against it. Your breakup with Beau had only been a few short weeks ago and you weren’t really looking to throw yourself into another relationship, no matter how much you cared for Josh. There was still some healing that needed to take place before you felt ready to fully love someone again.

“Here, do you want to do the honors?” you asked, handing Josh a picture of you and Beau that you had just taken out of a frame.

“You don’t want to?”

“No. I always hated that picture of us.”

“Why? You look nice.”

“We got into a huge fight when we got home that night. He screamed at me for what felt like hours and I’m still not entirely sure what I did wrong. I just think of that every time I look at it.”

Josh ripped the photo in half with no hesitation and tossed the remnants into a nearby trash bag. You, meanwhile, put a new picture of you, Tyler, and Josh from the early days of the band into the frame and set it up on the dresser.

“What do you think?” you asked.

Josh stopped folding for a moment to look at it. “I like that photo.”

“Me too. That picture only has good memories attached.”

“I’m glad.”

You took a moment to look around the room at all the stuff you had left to unpack. Tyler and Josh had taken you over to Beau’s a few days ago to collect all of your things so that you could put an end to the relationship once and for all. Josh had walked around the house with you to help you feel safe and carry things out while Tyler stood in the kitchen with Beau, staring him down. You were glad to finally have your stuff, but you were quickly realizing how much of it brought up bad memories when you looked at it.

You took a deep breath and pushed the thought aside. Beau was out of your life, Josh had offered for you to stay with him as long as you needed, and there was plenty of time ahead to make new memories. Even despite dealing with the aftermath of your breakup, this was the most hopeful you had felt in a long time.

“What is this?” Josh asked, holding up a notebook.

You recognized it instantly, but tried not to let the panic show on your face. It was one of the journals you had been keeping over the last few years, which just so happened to describe in great detail the way that you felt about Josh. You had kept it hidden away in your t-shirt drawer so that Beau would never find it, but you had evidently forgotten to take it out as you were hastily packing things up.

“Hey, give that here,” you said, starting to reach for it.

Josh’s eyebrows furrowed and he pulled it further away from you, “But what is it, Y/N/N?”

“None of your business,” you said, trying not to let a smile replace your angry expression.

“What would happen if I took a look?”

He smirked as he began to pull open the first page. You threw all your inhibitions out the window as you lunged at him, throwing him off and knocking him back onto the ground. The notebook fell from his hands and you quickly snatched it up, though you didn’t move from your position on top of him.

“Guess you’ll never find out,” you smiled, holding it up for emphasis.

“I think I just did,” he laughed.

“Sorry.” You put a hand next to his torso and pushed yourself back up to a sitting position. Once you were stable, you held a hand out and helped pull Josh back up too. “I panicked.”

Josh rubbed at the back of his head, “It’s ok. I shouldn’t have been taunting you in the first place.”

You playfully narrowed your eyes at him and nodded your head, putting your journal in a safe location. With a sigh, you stood to your feet and looked around the room with your hands resting on your hips. It was finally coming together. Moving over to the suitcase you had pushed aside earlier, you decided to grab hold of it again and finally put it away. But, just as you were about to, Josh swiftly came from behind you and took over, using his hip to bump you away slightly with a smirk.

"I've got it." He put the suitcase at the top of the closet.

With a roll of your eyes, you smirked back a bit, "My hero..."

He laughed and pointed at you, turning to face you fully as you stare at him with wide eyes for a moment.

"You better watch it, Y/N/N."

"Or what? What are you going to do?" A mischievous glint in your eyes appeared and he noticed.

Within the next few moments, you were yelling loudly as you ran down the hall to try your best to escape a giggling Josh as he tickled you from behind. Chasing you all the way into the living room, you ran around to the front side of the couch to escape him while breathing heavily. You laughed as he stared you down from behind it, resting his hands on the back of the couch to look at though he was resting, but that wasn't the case. You should have remembered just how active the man really was as he gracefully jumped over the couch and grabbed a hold of you in order to tickle again. You laughed hard as he did so and tried to escape him once more, but he held on too tightly this time and fell back onto the couch with you.

"Okay, I give! You win!" you exclaimed.

This caused him to finally stop and the both of you sat there for a bit and just laughed at each other and how red your faces were after it all. But after a few moments of settling down, you both just sat on the couch and relaxed after a long day of hard work. You slowly looked over to Josh and noticed that he was already looking at you, causing a dusting of a blush to appear across your cheeks. You finally looked down and started picking at a small string that was on your pants.

"So, how do you like living here so far? Is there anything more that you need to feel comfortable?"

"No, no. Everything is perfect right now. I really appreciate you helping me out with everything and giving me a place to stay. You don't know how much it means to me."

You smiled softly to him.

"Of course! You know that I'm always here for you when you need help."

You nodded to him as a comfortable silence fell over the both of you for a few moments.

"You know, I'm really glad that I finally decided to leave Beau... the decision has made my life ten times better."

"If you don't mind me asking, what took you so long? I could tell that you weren't happy for a long time."

You let a sigh escape your lips. "He had a way of making me feel low. He was a master at it. I've been trying to break up with him since a little before Christmastime."

Josh raised an eyebrow at you and turned more to face you, causing you to follow suit.

"What kind of things did he say to you? Just so I can hate him more."

A slight laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head, automatically thinking of a very specific conversation you had with Beau - the most recent.

"Well, um... whatever he could to get me to stay and feel like shit. What I just heard from him before we broke up was that..."

You trailed off and then bit your lower lip, not sure if telling him was a good idea.

"Hey. If you don't want to tell me, you really don't have to, Y/N/N..."

He gently rested his hand on your shoulder with a slight squeeze. You then looked up to him finally and let your eyes settle on his, neither one of you breaking contact.

"He thought that I was cheating on him with you, so he told me that there was no way that you could like me. That you were just in it for the chase and you would move on to someone else."

Josh stared at you for a few moments without saying a word, almost as if he wasn't sure what to say. He shook his head finally and then scooted a little bit closer to you, resting his hand on the back of the couch as he did so.

"That's not true at all. I hope you know that... you're someone that I could never replace. You're too special to me," he spoke softly.

Your heart beat heavily in your chest as he neared you, those chocolate brown eyes staring into your soul with love and admiration. No one else had ever made you feel this way and it was so intoxicating that you wanted - no, needed - more. Both of your heads slowly leaned in toward each other, anticipation growing as your lips got so close that you could feel his breath tingle over your skin. Just as you were about to finally kiss, the front door swung open and…

"Honey, I'm home! Practice time!" Tyler yelled out loudly as he stomped into the living room. Both of you shot apart with wide eyes and stared at him as he then came to realize what he had done. "O-Oh. Were you guys just about to kiss?"

Josh slowly turned around to face Tyler and gave him a look of death, eyes glaring at him as though he had just done the unthinkable. Looking uncomfortable now at the sudden awkwardness that filled the room, Tyler apologized profusely as he quickly backed out into the room to disappear down the hall.

“I’m so sorry,” Josh said, burying half his face in his hand. “I totally forgot that he was coming over today.”

“No, it’s fine. You know, we probably shouldn’t have kissed, anyway.” The words were spilling out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop them. “I just got out of a really bad relationship and I don’t want to make you deal with all that aftermath.”

“Right, right. Yeah, that makes sense.”

Josh’s ears were bright red and he was avoiding all eye contact with you. Your head was still reeling from having him that close to you, close enough that you could feel his breath fanning across your lips. You swore it was the best feeling in the world.

“Does he… does he usually burst in like that?” you forced a laugh, hoping it would release some of the nervous energy that was bubbling in your chest.

“Yes, actually. I gave him a key for emergency purposes, but he seems to think that being on time for band practice is an emergency.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Conversation came to stop between you. Your brain was grasping for something to say, but everything you came up with never made it any further than being a mere thought in your head. What were you even supposed to say to someone after you almost kissed them?

Tyler slowly came shuffling out of the hallway, looking sheepish. You looked at him for a moment before returning to picking at a string on your pants.

“I made sure to check that I wasn’t interrupting something,” he said. Josh laughed and nodded, but you knew it wasn’t genuine. “Did you want to head out?”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here,” Josh said, pushing himself up from the couch.

You watched as he crossed the room and pulled on his shoes, occasionally running a nervous hand through his hair. The only time he looked at you was right before he left, reminding you when he would be home and asking if you would wait to make dinner with him. You said you would gladly do so and wished the boys a good practice.

As soon as the door was shut, you let yourself decompress into the couch cushions. What was that… twice now that you had almost kissed Josh? You were beginning to think that it just wasn’t destined to happen. Or at least, not as long as Tyler was around to burst in right in the middle of it.

At least you knew now that your feelings were shared. Even despite your failed kiss, the knowledge of that was enough to put a smile on your face.

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Chapter One

E.T. Agency

Warnings: No warnings in this chapter, really. Word Count: 568 Author’s Note: It’s been a while since I wrote and I’m nervous about doing a series on my own, but I really hope that you guys enjoy this. This first chapter is a little small, but I want to really flesh out the characters more later on. So, bear with me. ( picture credit is unknown, but if you know who posted it, please let me know so i can change this. )

Located in the small, dusty town of Rachel, Nevada, a hole in the wall business laid tucked away at the edge of town. No one really knew it existed, save for the two partners that owned it and that was how they liked it. Joshua Dun, the head owner of the minuscule establishment of his own creation (a covert operation to search for aliens) and Tyler Joseph, the best friend that Josh had managed to coerce to join him, even though he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. With worn out boots propped up onto the desk that they had acquired earlier on, shortly after starting their conquest, Josh had his body leaned back in his chair with eyes closed as he enjoyed the quiet sounds of X-Files playing on their crappy television set. He jolted up, once he heard the door slam closed and stared up at a smirking Tyler that had a girl beside him. Who was she? Raising an eyebrow, he looked between the both of them confusingly and then stood up while clearing his throat. “Tyler, what’s going on?” With a huff, Tyler looked over to the girl and then looked back to Josh, shoving his hands into his front pockets. “I, uh, thought that we could use a little extra help. This operation is a bit difficult with just one person and another person who doesn’t give a crap.” With a feigned gasp, Josh’s hand flew up to his chest in shock and his mouth dropped; listening to his friend in disbelief. Sure, he knew that Tyler didn’t really believe in aliens and he had made it known, but Josh really had a flare for the dramatic and he wanted it to show - especially to the new girl. Looking over to her, he dropped his hand and gave her a toothy grin and wink.

“Could you excuse us, please, um...?”

“Y/N.”

“Riiiiiiight. Y/N. Tyler and I just have to have a little chit chat.”

“We do?”

“YES.”

Grabbing hold of his friend’s arm tightly, he dragged him into the other room and then stared with wide eyes. He motioned between the girl through the wall and then back to them. Tyler gave a bored expression and even decided to check his nails for a moment, before looking back to Josh. With a glower etching over his face, Josh huffed and then stomped his foot once.

“You swore secrecy.”

“What are we, five, Josh? You need help with your little treasure hunt. She seemed willing and interested in aliens too. Why not? You may end up liking her.”

Josh was about to start arguing with him about his attitude and how he had the gall to call it a “treasure hunt” and even had his pointer finger up and ready to wag, but he stopped about halfway through and tilted his head curiously.

“S-She likes aliens?”

“Loves them. You should see the stickers that she had on the back of her car.”

After a few moments of taking it into consideration, he rubbed his chin and then nodded his head; the both of them walking back into the room that they had left their last piece of the trifecta.

“Okay, Y/N... We’re going to try this out. We’ll run background checks, maybe do a urine test on you...”

“We’re not going to do that.”

“Fine. You’re in.”

And so the adventure began...

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Chapter Seven

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Profanity, angst

Word Count: 2551

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November 2014 - Towards the End of the Quiet is Violent Tour

Laughter filled the bus as you and Tyler were playing a bit of Mario Kart with one another. There wasn't really anyone else around at that moment to play with him as Josh was in the back busy with something and Jenna had left to go back home. Sitting on the couch with controllers in your hands, the both of you were doing whatever you could to cheat and make the other mess up. Yelling to scare them, nudging, talking crap... it was just a good time between friends and you had needed it after plenty of stressful shows. The whole ordeal with Josh had lightened up a bit, but things were still a little awkward so talking still wasn't the first thing on your list to do with him.

Once Tyler won the round, you groaned as a sore loser would and leaned back fully into the couch to stretch your back. He laughed at you and grinned, pumping his fists in the air yelling, "I am the victor!"

Narrowing your eyes over to him, you shook your head and tried your hardest to not give him the satisfaction of laughing or smiling at his words. But, you couldn't help it, so you let out a soft chuckle. Hearing your phone ding, you looked down to see that you had received a text from Jenna which made you feel happier than you already had been. But, it was the usual text that you should've been expecting.

Jenna: Please go and talk to Josh. Please. Tyler is constantly talking to me about how pissed he is that he has to be the middle man. And Josh is always asking about you.

You made a face and then put your phone in your pocket before looking back to Tyler who had quieted down after turning off the game console. He looked down to his watch and cursed under his breath, hopping up from his spot on the couch.

"I need to go for a while! The guys need me to help out with some things," he explained as you nodded over toward him in acknowledgement. He clicked his tongue and threw up a peace sign with his fingers before exiting the bus and leaving you and Josh alone. He seemed to have a knack for doing that sort of thing. After a bit of time spent resting your eyes, you heard a shout come from the back of the bus which caused you to perk up a bit.

"Hey, Ty, I need help wi- oh." Josh stopped dead in his tracks after entering the room to only see you there, staring at him.

"Tyler just left to go and help with something," you let him know and he nodded his head quickly and looked down.

"Ok, no problem," he said simply and turned to head back to where he came from.

"Wait, Josh! Did you say that you needed help with something?"

He stopped what he was doing and then slowly turned back to face you, swallowing hard for a moment.

"Well, yeah, actually. I'm... kind of dying my hair. I need some help with getting it all over my head." He shrugged a bit and shoved his hands in his pockets.

You smiled a little to him and then stood up from you spot and nodded, walking over to close the space between you before stopping to give a decent amount of space.

"I can help. I'm your girl."

A grin slowly appeared on his lips and he nodded, motioning for you to follow.

If only you were, Y/N. If only.

“I have all the dye ready and everything, I just wanted to get Tyler’s opinion on the color. What do you think?”

You looked in the little plastic tub that Josh had set in front of the mirror. It was full of a peach colored dye. It would look amazing contrasted against the dark parts of his hair.

“I love it, Josh. I think you - I mean, it… will look great.”

“You think so?” he asked, looking to you with a grin.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Alright, you can go back to the table if you want. I’ll need help with the back of my head eventually, but I wanted to double check the color with someone before I went slathering it all over my hair.”

“I’ll stay in here with you,” you said, deciding to take a seat in a chair before you backed out.

Josh was quiet as he began to cover the faded purple strands in the new dye. You decided to use this time to answer Jenna’s text from earlier, which had quickly been forgotten between Tyler’s sudden exit and helping Josh with his hair.

Y/N: Helping him dye his hair. Not entirely sure how I got here. Progress?

Jenna’s answer was almost instantaneous.

Jenna: Progress.

As Josh slowly became more comfortable with the process of dying his hair, he began to get a bit more talkative with you. Before long, you two were making easy conversation and your phone was entirely forgotten. Concerts were the main thing that came up between the two of you, since it was an easy topic that both of you had plenty of experience with.

“Ok, I think we’re ready to do the back,” he said, leaning forward a bit to more closely examine the front of his hair.

“This is where I come in?”

“Yep.”

You stood up, adjusted your jeans a bit, and crossed the room to where Josh was standing. He finished up the strand that he was working on and turned to you.

“Tell me where you want me.”

A little closer to me would be fine.

“Oh, um, let me figure out what I’m doing. Do you have extra gloves?”

“Yeah, take those ones,” he said, gesturing to ones on the table that you had somehow missed. “Sorry if they’re a bit big, they were meant for Tyler.”

“No worries.”

You wracked your brain for the techniques that you and your best friends used to use when you dyed your hair. Most of them would just dump the dye on their head and massage it in, but you didn’t think that would fly in this type of situation.

“How should I do this?” you asked as you began to work some dye into Josh’s hair.

“It seems like you’re doing a decent job,” Josh said, briefly meeting your eyes in the mirror. “Just don’t get it in the dark parts.”

“Oh, oops.”

“Y/N!” Josh gasped.

“I’m kidding, I know not to dye the dark parts of your hair.”

Josh’s shoulders relaxed a bit. You had surprised yourself with how easily you had thrown a joke his way, especially after the last two months of non-stop tension on tour. It was nice.

The small talk continued as you dyed his hair, trying your best not to let your fingers touch his actual scalp. Even though it was part of the dying process, you were holding out hope that Tyler would be back before it was done so that you wouldn’t have to really get your fingers up in Josh’s hair. That seemed like a level of intimacy that you weren’t ready to handle yet.

“Are you making sure to get the roots of my hair?” he asked, turning his head slightly to look.

“Well, um, I’m getting there.”

“You can touch my head, Y/N. It’s not a big deal.”

You swallowed. Hard. “Right.”

“I promise.”

With a fresh scoop of dye on your hands, you reached up and really began to get your fingers into Josh’s hair, massaging the dye into his roots. He moved his head around a little, making it easier for you to reach some of the parts that were higher up on his head. It felt weird to be running your hands through your boss’ hair, but the more you framed it as just another work task in your mind, the less awkward it started to feel.

That is, until you caught Josh’s eye in the mirror and held eye contact for a little longer than would be deemed normal.

“Sorry,” you muttered, averting your eyes back to his hair.

“For what?”

“I don’t know… staring, I guess. Um, I think I got it all.”

Josh turned and investigated his hair, meanwhile you were practically ripping the gloves off your hands and tossing them down onto the table. Your face felt like it was on fire.

You scooped up your phone and started to walk out of the room, but Josh caught your arm. It was the first bit of contact you two had shared since he stopped you on the bridge a few weeks ago, and the slight brush of his fingers was enough to send tingles up to your shoulder.

“Y/N, hold on.”

“What?” you said, turning to face him. The word came out more aggressive than you had intended.

“Can we talk about what’s going on between us? You and I both know that things haven’t been the same since I freaked out before that first show and I need to know if I did something wrong because this silence between us is killing me.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Josh. It was just me getting in my own head.”

“Getting in your own head? What do you mean?”

Shit.

“It’s just… that day, when I calmed you down and we… you know,” you paused to take a deep breath, “I’m just afraid that I was sending you the wrong signals. I feel like I crossed a line that I shouldn’t have, considering that you’re my boss and everything. Then you factor in Beau not being here and Tyler’s weird looks… it got really overwhelming really fast.”

“I understand. Tyler definitely didn’t make things any easier between us. That’s why I wasn’t mad, just… irritated that we couldn’t talk.”

“I know. I should have just brought it up with the both of you separately before it became this huge thing that everyone had to deal with. I guess I thought that putting more distance between us would help, but really it just did the opposite.”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N, I understand why you did it. And listen, I’m really sorry if I ever did anything to make you uncomfortable, that was never my intention.”

You shook your head, “You never have. I like being around you Josh, even if these last two months weren’t really a good indicator of that.”

You could have sworn there had been more space between the two of you just a second ago. He was close enough now that you could smell the chemical scent that was coming from all the dye that was slathered in his hair.

“I like being around you too, Y/N.”

“Are we ok now?” you asked, trying to ignore just how close he was.

“I’m ok if you’re ok.”

“I’m ok.”

He smiled, “Then we’re ok.”

Your eyes glanced down at his lips, only for a second. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage so hard that you thought it was rattling your entire body. This was a bad idea. You were taken. Josh was a friend. A boss, even.

And yet, something in the back of your mind was screaming at you to just lean in and kiss him.

“Josh, I think we need to-”

“Yo! Josh! That hair color looks sick.”

Your shoulders dropped in an instant, both from relief and disappointment. Hadn’t you two just had a conversation about mixed signals and boundaries? Yet here you were ready to forget about the rest of your life and kiss him right in the middle of the tour bus.

You could tell that there was disappointment etched over Josh's face for a mere second before he switched back to his normal happy expression for Tyler. He turned to look at him and smiled widely, nodding his head happily.

"Right?! Y/N helped me! It's going to turn out a nice color, I think."

"Oh she did, did she?" Tyler asked, looking over to you with a brief smirk, before you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Just... go and help him wash his hair. Jesus," you playfully snapped at him and smacked his arm as you passed him to go out to the living area, hearing Tyler giggle a bit behind you. Rolling your eyes at how childish he was, you plopped down on the couch and pulled out your cellphone.

Luckily, Jenna hadn't written anything else that you had missed while in the bathroom with Josh, so you decided that you should fill her in.

Y/N: You won't believe what almost happened.

It took only a few moments for Jenna to reply, as if she had been waiting by her phone for an update.

Jenna: Tell me right now.

With a small smirk forming because of her impatience, you start typing.

Y/N: There was definitely a moment where Josh and I almost kissed and then your dumb boyfriend came in and interrupted. Again.

You set your phone in your lap as you reached over and grabbed the remote for the television, turning it on to watch something. Taking a deep breath as you flipped through the channels, you looked down for a moment and saw that she had replied again.

Jenna: Not into Josh. My ass. I told you to talk to him. Not kiss him.

Y/N: Shut up, Jenna. There was a moment.

You giggled and then flipped through your phone to reach her actual phone number to call. You knew that the boys would be in the bathroom for a bit longer, so calling Jenna and explaining things quietly to her wouldn't be a big deal. She was your best friend. She needed to always be in the know.

Almost instantly, she picked up and started fake yelling at you for what you talked about in the text. You ran your hand down your face and pulled your legs up underneath you, shaking your head and laughing a bit.

"I can't believe you guys almost kissed!"

"Jenna... listen. There were fumes in the air and we were in a small space. I have a valid explanation for why I was even considering doing that," you yell-whispered to her and heard her laugh on the other end.

"Y/N, you just need to realize that you have it bad for him. You can try and deny it as much as you want, but Tyler and I see the way that you both look at each other when the other isn't looking. He's just as lovesick as you are," Jenna spoke honestly, but there was just no way that Josh could have the same feelings.

Sure, there was flirting there. There always had been, now that you thought about it. That thought alone made you feel horrible about Beau. Was what you were doing justified with how your boyfriend treated you? You always felt more like a possession than a girlfriend around him. Josh, on the other hand, made you feel like you were invaluable and the greatest treasure on earth.

How could he do that with such few words and touches? Simple glances? It was intoxicating.

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Chapter One

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Warnings: Some angst. Word Count: 2730 Author’s Note: We hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

July 2012 - Before the Regional at Best Tour

Your finger hovered over the bright blue submit button that sat at the bottom of the web page. You puffed your cheeks and slowly exhaled, trying to build up the small bit of courage that you needed to actually press it. It was only an application, there was no attached guarantee of a job. Or them even looking over your resume, for that matter.

You were about to bite the bullet and press it when you hesitated. What would Beau think when he found out you were going to be a manager for some small town band? The thought of his reaction was enough to make your stomach churn as echoes of things he had told you in the past rang in your ears.

Your fingers ran along the edge of the laptop, ready to close it and forget that you had ever considered this possibility. There would be plenty of other opportunities for you, ones that didn’t involve people Beau wouldn’t like - if that was even possible -, ones that didn’t involve traveling all over the country, hell, even ones that didn’t involve you managing people.

Then again, it was only an application. Being a band manager sounded more appealing than half the flyers Beau brought home from his own job, covered in promises of “good pay” and “flexible hours”. You didn’t need flexible hours and good pay, you needed excitement. Besides, what did Beau know about your capabilities? He wasn’t here to stop you, was he?

Before you had a chance to reconsider, you opened your laptop back up and hit submit.

The rush that you felt in that moment was enough to become intoxicated, but you knew that it was a one in a million shot. Moving your hand, you closed your laptop and placed it in its normal location on the edge of the coffee table in front of you, hopping up off of the couch to go and make some dinner for yourself and Beau before he got off of work.

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Three Days Later...

Music blasted near your head, as an indication from your phone that someone was trying to call you. Lifting your head from the pillow, you sat up and threw your legs over the side of the bed as you reached forward to grab hold of your phone. Looking down to the screen, the number that appeared wasn't one that you were familiar with... and yet, you felt as though you should pick it up. Something about that number really stuck with you. Using your thumb, you accepted the call and brought the device up to your ear. "Hello?" You tried to answer with confidence, but slightly fell short.

"Is this Y/N?"

"This is she."

"Hi, my name is Tom Hammond and I'm a representative of Twenty One Pilots..." Your heart nearly stopped beating the moment that he mentioned the band. "...and we actually were going over your resume recently. We were hoping that you still had an interest in joining the boys as their band manager, because I'm calling to offer you a job."

It actually happened. Something actually went right for you.

“A job?” you repeated, hardly able to get the words out of your mouth. “You want to offer me a job?”

You didn’t even care if you were making a fool of yourself in front of this representative. Your hands were shaking so bad from disbelief and excitement that you could feel your phone tapping incessantly against your ear.

“If you feel so inclined to take it, then yes.”

“Um, yes, of course. I accept.” You stumbled over your words. “What do I need to do?”

“We’ll inform Tyler and Josh that you’ve accepted the position and pass your information along to them. They should be in contact with you shortly to let you know what they would like to do with you from here on out. I just have a few questions to ask you before we let you go.”

You listened carefully as Tom asked you a series of questions, mostly confirming contact information and addresses, all the while giving your answers as clearly and concisely as you could. The excitement was overwhelming, nearly making you forget phone numbers that were practically second nature to you any other time.

“We look forward to working with you, Ms. Y/L/N.”

You wracked your brain for the advice Beau had given you about phone interviews.

“Thank you for this opportunity.”

“Goodbye.”

Tom ended the phone call before you had a chance to get another word out. You sighed and set your phone down on the couch, temporarily forgetting that eventually you would have to tell Beau all about this new job you had. He wasn’t going to be happy, and when the thought of his reaction first made its way into your mind, you shuddered.

At least that was a problem for a different time.

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The text came the next evening, right in the middle of the nice meal that you were sharing with Beau. He watched you carefully as you slipped your phone out of your pocket and scanned the screen. You weren’t normally one to check your phone in the middle of a meal, but the expectation of a message from the boys had made you set aside your typical rules.

The sight of a message from an unknown number was enough to put a smile on your face, even before you had read the actual text. This, of course, was also enough to make Beau start questioning you.

“Who is that?” he asked. The grip he had on his fork grew a little tighter.

As Beau's voice appeared, your eyes instantly looked up to his with dread and you locked your phone up to put back into your pocket. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a friend." You mumbled to him, before grabbing hold of your fork once again and trying to focus on your food. But, you didn't eat another bite after that as you were too busy thinking about the text that you never got to open - silently thanking whatever god there was for him not bringing it back up. You weren't ready for that conversation yet. After dinner, you watched as Beau sulked off to your bedroom to start prepping for his next work day as you finished up the dishes from dinner. Peeking to make sure that he wasn't coming back in, you quickly pulled out your cell phone and opened up the text that you had received earlier that night.

Unknown Number: Hey, I hope that this is the right number. This is Tyler. Are you free to discuss a meet up?

A smile splaying across your lips, you instantly decide to text him back before it got to be too late. Your thumbs moving as quick as lightning, your response was short, sweet and to the point.

Y/N: This is Y/N. You're safe. Name the time and place!

Slipping your phone back into your pocket, after hearing Beau yell at you from the other room to hurry up, you cringed slightly and started up the dishwasher. You quickly turned off all of the lights on the way, hurrying to his side. He knew that he had control over you and it made him mad with power.

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Two Days Later…

After a short phone conversation - which you struggled to keep a straight face through, even with Beau’s careful eyes watching you - the three of you decided on the local Taco Bell for your meetup. You were almost glad that they chose such a casual place, it made convincing Beau that you were simply meeting a friend a whole lot easier.

One stern warning and a gentle kiss on the cheek later, you were in your car speeding down the freeway. Your music was blasting, subduing any nervous thoughts that were trying to make you turn your car around. What if one of Beau’s friends happened to see you at Taco Bell with these two strange men? Not that they were actually strange, but anybody that wasn’t familiar was a threat in Beau’s eyes.

Two guys were standing outside Taco Bell as you pulled into the parking lot, looking equal parts out of place and completely at ease. The taller of the two eyed your car as you shifted into park, your music no doubt audible from outside the car. At least you hadn’t been blasting their music, that would take a bit of explaining.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” one of them asked before you had even made it out of the car completely. His voice was familiar to you, meaning that it was probably Tyler, the one you had spoken with on the phone.

“That’s me,” you smiled, reaching back in your car for a moment to grab your bag. “You must be Josh and Tyler.”

“That’s us,” the other one - Josh - smiled. “Nice to meet you.”

You finally got a good look at them as you stepped up onto the sidewalk. Tyler was wearing a plain t-shirt that was half tucked into his dark jeans, making the bright buckle of his belt visible. His olive colored skin contrasted nicely with the pale fabric of the shirt. He reached an arm towards you for a handshake.

“You too,” you smiled, firmly shaking his hand. 

You studied Josh more closely as you shook his hand. His dark hair was a bit shaggy on his head, especially where it curled near the ends. Crinkles formed around his brown eyes when he smiled - a seemingly perfect smile, you might add. Your breath hitched a little when you locked eyes, unable to pull your gaze away from him for a moment.

You finally came to your senses and dropped Josh’s hand, returning it to your side. Your cheeks felt hot.

“You have really pretty eyes, you know,” Josh said.

He said it so nonchalantly that you almost didn’t register that he was talking to you. The corner of your mouth twitched for a moment, wanting to curl up into a smile, but thoughts of Beau wiped the expression from your face in an instant. Tyler was looking at Josh with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Um, thank you.” You swallowed hard, angry that you even had to say any of this in the first place. “But I, um, I have a boyfriend. Just so, like, yeah. I don’t want to give you the wrong idea.”

Josh’s ears flushed bright red. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like - I just noticed and thought I should tell you. I’m not like trying to, you know,” Josh waved his hands idly in the air.

“No, I know,” you exhaled. “I just thought I should put it out there.”

“Right.”

“Alright, you two,” Tyler finally interjected. You were glad for it. “Let’s get some tacos before you forget how to talk at all.”

All agreeing to Tyler's mention of food, you and the boys finally headed for the front door; Josh moving ahead of the both of you to open the door. You figured that he was just trying to be kind and gentlemanly, which you were perfectly fine with, so you thanked him with a smile and made your way inside. The familiar Taco Bell smell hit your nostrils as soon as you stepped foot in the store, instantly moving to stand in front of the menu to see what you wanted. Josh and Tyler wasted no time and bee-lined straight for the register, where a waitress stood waiting for them. They both put in their orders and then, as if on cue, looked over their shoulders to you. Tyler motioned for you to come over to them with his hand with a straight face, not messing around when it came to his food. 

"Come on and get what you want Y/N. This is a serious matter and very urgent," he spoke, which caused Josh to grin before scooting out of the way for you and crossing his arms... which you had noticed earlier were very toned. You knew perfectly well that you would be trying to not look at them the whole meeting.

Once you placed your order, Tyler paid for everyone and then you all took a seat at a booth - Tyler and Josh sitting beside each other on one side and then you on the other. How awkward would it be to have two handsome men staring at you from across the table while you're stuffing your face with a taco? You were about to find out. Once Josh came back with your cups from filling drink orders, the real fun began: the interview. 

"So, Y/N, who's your favorite band?" Tyler asked.

"Um, well, I really like Y/F/B."

"Wrong answer. It's Twenty One Pilots now."

A feeling of sheer dread flooded over you at his response. Was he being serious? You couldn't tell with how straight his face always was. Josh laughed at his friend and then rolled his eyes, before looking over at you with a goofy smile on his lips. "Don't listen to him. He's just messing with you." 

A sigh of relief left your lips. "Whew. I thought that I was fired already," you said with a chuckle, looking between the boys before catching Josh staring at you.

He raised his eyebrows slightly as you looked at him, making the all too familiar heat return to your cheeks. You broke eye contact and focused on the receipt that was sitting in front of you. It crinkled as you pressed it between your thumb and forefinger.

“So, Y/N, have you ever managed a band before?” Tyler asked. 

“No,” you laughed quietly. “I pretty much submitted my application on a whim. I have a degree in business management, as I’m sure you know from my resume, but I haven’t really had a chance to use it yet.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure out the ropes no problem,” Josh reassured you. He had leaned forward onto the table, making his arms impossible to ignore. “We’re a pretty easy band to manage, aside from Tyler here.”

Josh nudged his friend in the side, making Tyler roll his eyes.

“Speak for yourself.”

You were about to ask Tyler a question when his number was called. He quickly pushed past Josh and wandered up to the counter to collect his tacos, leaving you and Josh alone together at the table.

“Listen, about earlier-,” he started to say, but you cut him off.

“Josh, no, it’s ok. I really didn’t mean to make it weird. It’s just my boyfriend is kind of… insecure at times,” you said, casting a quick glance around the room. “And I really didn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea. I’m just here to work.”

“Work, right,” he nodded. “Well, hopefully we can make it a little more exciting than ‘just work’.”

You smiled at him right as his number was called, glad that he didn’t press the topic of Beau any further. That was an issue that you still needed to work out yourself before dragging anybody else into it.

“I hope Josh didn’t bother you too much,” Tyler said, dropping his tray onto the table with a resounding smack. “He’s a nice guy, I swear.”

“Seems like it,” you said as you looked over the variety of hot sauces that Tyler had collected next to his food.

Tyler leaned forward, holding one of his tacos in his right hand. You noticed that he was waving it around as he spoke, occasionally throwing bits of lettuce onto the table.

“I know this all seems informal right now - I mean, we’re in the middle of a Taco Bell - but I swear you’re not getting yourself into some mess. We’ll get you an official tour schedule and a list of responsibilities in no time.”

You barely had any time to let the words “tour schedule” sink in before you were walking up to the counter to collect your own assortment of tacos. Josh smiled as he passed you with his tray, also covered in a mosaic of tiny hot sauce packets. Part of you was still in disbelief that you were standing in the middle of a Columbus Taco Bell, chatting with two strangers about the tour that you were about to leave on.

Beau definitely wasn’t going to like that idea.

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Chapter Three

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Splash zone Josh, a little bit of angst.

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August 2012 - First Show of the Regional at Best Tour

Your first day hadn't been what you had thought it to be at all. Sure, you were hanging out with amazing people and it was definitely an opportunity of a lifetime... but you had never been so stressed in all your life. Everything seemed to be going wrong and you were at your wit's end, hoping that it would miraculously come together last minute. You could somehow manage to handle a day like today, if it hadn't of been for what happened next.

Looking up from your clipboard, you watched as Tyler started pushing his piano toward the backstage door of the venue. But, something went wrong and his foot got caught underneath, having the wheel and all of the piano's weight run right over his toes. Wincing a bit at the loud yell he made followed by some expletives, you covered your face out of nervousness and stress. Your grip on the clipboard tightened, making your knuckles turn white before you felt a strong arm wrap around your shoulders. Confused, you looked up to see the handsome face of Josh, who seemed to be concerned over you.

Sighing deeply, you motioned over to Tyler who was still holding onto his foot angrily. Josh chuckled a bit and shook his head as he looked over to his friend, lifting his shoulders up into a shrug.

"Oh, don't worry about Tyler. He does that before almost every show," he explained to you, hoping that it would calm your already shot nerves.

"Well, that's good to know... for future reference," you mumbled and lifted a shaky hand through your hair, feeling like you should just quit right then and there. You were doing awful and Josh was this nice to you? There's no way this could be right.

You watched as Mark checked in on Tyler, kneeling down to where he had decided to plop himself down on the pavement. They were too far away for you to hear what they were saying, but Tyler seemed to be doing ok. When Mark stood up and went back to whatever he had been doing previously, you let your shoulders drop in relief. A few moments later, Tyler got back up and continued to push at his piano, now muttering quietly to himself.

You looked back down at your list of responsibilities and idly tapped your pen against the edge of the clipboard, looking over the seemingly endless things you had to do. Only a few of the first things were checked off, and those were just easy tasks like making sure the boys had actually arrived at the venue on time and doing a quick roll call of crew members. Just reading over the rest of the things you had to do was making your head spin.

“I’m not cut out for this,” you said, already feeling the lump begin to form in your throat. “What if Tyler had gotten seriously injured? I’m not trained to handle that.��

“Hey, hey.” Josh said. He pulled you a little closer with his arm so that you were now leaning into his side. You had almost forgotten about the arm he had around you. “It’s ok. It’s only your first day. Do you know how nervous I was the first time I played with Tyler? I almost puked all over his piano. Besides, Tyler is tough. He’s not going to get injured so easily.”

“You’re right,” you said, but the words were empty.

You kept your eyes focused on the clipboard, refusing to let Josh see the tears that were beginning to form. This job really seemed like something you could handle, but maybe Beau had been right all along. There was no way you could manage this many people. And what if they got bigger? That meant a bigger crew and bigger venues and more things to make sure weren’t going terribly wrong…

Beau.

You suddenly became hyper-aware of how you were leaning into Josh. Every point of contact between the two of you felt like it was on fire and his fingers seemed to be digging into your shoulder. Any comfort you had been getting from him a moment ago was gone, immediately replaced by a sense of guilt.

“I have to go,” you said, all but throwing his arm off of your shoulders. “I need to check in with the sound crew. I’ll see you when I help with wardrobe.”

You walked away from Josh, moving as fast as your legs would carry you. A few of the other crew members gave you weird looks as you stormed past them, carrying your clipboard with white knuckles in one hand and hastily wiping away tears with the other. You shot them equally icy glares, reminding them who was in charge here.

Tyler just so happened to be with the sound crew, barking his own orders from the top of a table as they hooked up his piano to equipment. He turned to look at you as you walked inside.

“There’s the boss lady,” he said, his mouth curling up into a smile tiny enough to avoid breaking his tough-guy facade. “Thought you would be with lover boy out there.”

Lover boy?

“Who? Josh?” you asked, refusing to let your eyes leave the clipboard.

“Sure, or whoever.”

Tyler turned and yelled something else at one of the crew members. You sighed and crossed off “Check sound equipment”, figuring that Tyler had all that under control. Josh had mentioned something about Tyler being especially picky when it came to sound equipment.

“How’s your foot?” you asked, already looking for your next task.

“Throbbing, but there are more important matters to be dealt with.”

“Speaking of which, we’re doing wardrobe in half an hour. Be ready.”

“Anything for you, boss lady.”

“And quit it with the nickname.”

He shot you a thumbs up just as he snapped at a crew member again. Without another word, you wandered off to get another task done. Each thing that you crossed off loosened the knot in your stomach just a little bit more.

Maybe you could handle this, after all.

Thirty minutes flew by and you found yourself crammed into a corner backstage while holding onto the boys' clothes for their performance. The venue was small and they had to make do with what they were given, so it resulted in you being a wardrobe holder. The whole idea was awkward and probably not best suited for a woman, but you were their manager and knew that it was a part of your job. As the boys pulled off their shirts, your eyes immediately diverted and found a nice spot on the wall to look at. You knew that the both of them were looking in your direction to make sure that you weren't sneaking a peek and Tyler had even teased you about it, saying something along the lines of, "I know that there's a whole lot of goodness to look at, but try to pull yourself together Y/N."

The whole sentence made you perform the biggest eyeroll of your life and made Tyler and Josh both laugh. As Josh was pulling up his pants, he got his foot caught a bit and Tyler seemed to take notice before an idea popped into his head.

"Josh! You know, I'm just so proud of you for doing these concerts with me!" he exclaimed to his best friend and then smacked his back a bit, also pushing him forward to make him lose his balance. Just as expected, Josh fell forward toward an unsuspecting you with wide eyes and the both of you nearly toppled over to the ground. A deep blush formed on both of your cheeks as you were now holding onto the bare skin of his chest and arms, stuttering and throat clears galore. Tyler thought the whole idea was marvelous and gave himself a mental pat on the back.

He pulled on his shirt and then jovially walked away from the both of you toward the stage with a big grin plastered on his face. Little did he know that Josh was staring after him with eyes squinted in anger at first, but then possibly secret thankfulness.

You thanked god when they both finished getting dressed, hoping that the whole situation with Josh could easily be forgotten. Luckily, it hadn't been witnessed by anyone else but Tyler. On the downside, that meant that he wasn't going to let either one of you live it down for the rest of the tour.

Josh seemed to be avoiding you more so than you were him, but he was naturally a shy person and was probably just as embarrassed as you were so you didn't really worry too much about his avoidance. If it got out of hand and he wasn't showing his face around you at all, that was when you would have a problem.

You took a deep breath and leaned your shoulder against the brick wall of the venue, allowing yourself a moment to breathe. There were at least twenty other things that you needed to be worried about getting done right now, and figuring out where you stood with Josh was definitely not one of them. That was just another element of stress that you didn’t need right now.

Once your breaths were steady and your head felt a little clearer, you gathered up the boys’ discarded clothes in your arms and headed towards the vans that were parked at the back of the venue. A few other crew members were milling about, sorting through various equipment or just taking a break.

“Hey, what are you doing standing around? There’s a show that starts in forty-five minutes and if you think that stage setup in there is done, you need to rethink your definitions,” you snapped.

One of the crew members - an older guy who had been working with Tyler for awhile - rolled his eyes at you, but the rest of them straightened up and scurried into the venue. You felt bad for misdirecting so much of your anger at them, but it was still your first show and you were determined to make it go right. If that involved snapping at some people, then so be it.

You tossed the clothes into the back of the van and rubbed at your temples. No matter how hard you were trying to push Josh from your mind, you couldn’t seem to get it out of your head. Maybe you should just get over the embarassment from Tyler’s stupid joke and have a talk with him. The last thing you wanted was to spend the entire tour awkwardly avoiding one another, especially after how nice he had been to you so far.

“Heard you were yelling at people,” Mark said, suddenly appearing next to you. He reached into the van and grabbed a small, brown backpack.

“Stressful day,” you muttered. “I didn’t mean to yell, I swear.”

Mark reached over and lightly rubbed your back, “It gets easier. The first show is always the hardest, no matter how long you’ve been on tour. Having to work a brand new job along with it? I can only imagine the stress you’re under.”

“Thanks,” you snorted.

“Sorry, not very good with words,” Mark laughed. “All I’m trying to say is… it won’t be this hard forever.”

“I think I just need to sort some things out with, um, someone. That, and get through this stupid list.”

You picked up the clipboard and waved it for added effect. Mark smiled and took a sip of the water he had grabbed from his bag.

“I suggest you go do that, then. It won’t be much longer until the show starts.”

With that, you grabbed your clipboard and half-jogged towards the venue. 

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No matter how many times you tried, you just couldn’t seem to get Josh away from the rest of the crew. Just when you thought you had an opportunity to grab his attention, someone else whisked him away for some random task or last minute preparation. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it was intentional.

It wasn’t until five minutes before the show was about to start that you finally got your opportunity. You managed to pull him down a little hallway, out of sight of all the passing crew members. The chatter of the crowd was still audible from where you two were standing.

“Sorry,” was the first thing out of your mouth, followed closely by, “I’ve been trying to pull you aside all afternoon and I just now got the opportunity.”

“Busy day,” he said, his mouth just barely curling up into a smile. One blink and you would have missed it.

“Listen, I just wanted to say - about earlier - I’m really sorry for freaking out on you like that. I was under a lot of stress and then I started to think about all these other things and it made me act irrationally.”

Josh reached out and lightly rested his hand on your forearm, “It’s fine. Really. I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries or anything and I’m really sorry if I did. I just saw you stressing about Tyler and wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“No, it was - I liked it,” you smiled. “I just get… nervous, you know?”

The hand that Josh had on your forearm became a little heavier. More confident, even.

“Still, I’ll try not to unnecessarily stress you out, ok?”

If only he knew.

“Ok.”

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, just appreciating being close to Josh. His hand was warm against your arm, making you forget all about the stress of managing the band for a moment. All that mattered was Josh and those damn chocolate eyes of his.

“Josh! We need to go on!”

You bit back a sigh. Tyler.

“Coming!” Josh said, pulling his hand away from your arm. “You know where to meet after the show?”

“Of course I do,” you grinned.

“Good.”

Josh shot you a smile - an actual, genuine smile - before running off to join Tyler. You leaned back against the wall and allowed yourself another moment to breathe, something you had found was quite helpful when trying to keep everything in check. For now, your work was done.

But the night was certainly far from over.

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Despite all of the crazy problems that had happened prior to the boys' performance, the show actually went on without a hitch. Everything had gone exactly according to plan and you could tell by some of Tyler's mannerisms that he was pleased that this was so. You would learn more and more how the both of them acted about certain things in the future, you were sure, but tonight was all that mattered in that time. You had managed to finish the checklist and pull it off.

As you stood to the side of the stage with two towels and two water bottles in your hands, Josh and Tyler headed straight toward you with the biggest smiles on their faces. You smiled back and couldn't resist sneaking a peek at Josh's revealed chest that was glistening with sweat, having taken his shirt off a bit ago. Shaking your head to clear your mind, you gave them everything out of your hands and then put your thumb up.

"You guys did an amazing job. The crowd really loved you!" you exclaim to keep their pep levels up.

"Thanks, Y/N!" Josh responded happily, wiping his face off with the towel. Tyler mimicked his friend and then nodded his head to you.

"Yeah, I'm fairly certain that Josh's biggest fan was watching tonight... that's why he was so great. He likes to show off," Tyler teased, which earned him a momentary deadpan expression from Josh. It was as if he was wracking his brain on who exactly Tyler was talking about. 

A giggle emitting itself from your lips, you shook your head while trying to hide the little twinge of jealousy you felt. Why were you feeling that? You had a boyfriend at home that... loved you? Maybe? Now that you thought about it, you weren't quite sure what the emotion was.

"Okay, boys. Why don't you go and get cleaned up, change into something fresh and then I'll meet you at the van?" 

And so it was done.

What on earth had you expected? When you heard that there was one van, you hadn't really thought it through what the ramifications would be, but this was ridiculous. Here you were, standing outside of the van looking in, as the boys piled themselves on top of each other in the back to lay down and sleep together. You were the only female there.

"Um... this is a hard pass for me. I'll be sleeping up front on the passenger seat." You pointed out and could have sworn that you saw a disappointed look cross Josh's face for a mere second, but you disregarded it as your mind playing tricks on you.

This was going to be an interesting tour.

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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.

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Penpals

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Word Count: 1,266 Warnings: Very light cussing and that’s pretty much it.

Author’s note: I’m trying to come up with newer things to write about that haven’t really been written before. But, I think that is a nearly impossible task at this point, since there are so many talented writers out there. I hope that you enjoy nonetheless! This will most likely become a miniseries, fyi. —————————— DING!  You heard your MacBook ping loudly through your music as you were shuffling around your apartment, tidying up here and there. You normally had your space clean, but work had really been rough the past few days and you just didn’t have the time. Looking up from the table you were wiping down, a big smile appeared on your face before you bolted to your laptop. You knew what that noise meant. Your penpal Josh had finally messaged you back. The both of you had first met online five months ago, when talking on a message board that was solely based around tech. You had decided to exchange emails first and then moved over to texts, since it was easier to access for the both of you. But, all you knew about him so far was his name and the fact that he plays drums in a band. Neither of you had seen a picture of one another and hadn’t given out any overly personal information. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a friendship -- a camaraderie of sorts. But, the more you talked with him, the more you felt you had in common and you had started to catch feelings for him. Great. You knew that he didn’t have feelings for you as he had not mentioned it once in the amount of time you had been speaking, but then again, neither had you and here they were as clear as day. Just the mere fact that you were falling for someone that you had never actually met or even seen a picture of, hell… Even talked to on the phone… Most likely didn’t bode well for any future relationship. But, you had started to fall in love with his soul, his innermost thoughts and his personality. At this point, who cared about how he looked or sounded? He was the most kind-hearted human being that you had ever spoken to and was so soft, caring about how your day was going and how you were whenever you had the chance to write one another. Opening up your text message tab on your laptop, since your actual phone was in your bedroom charging, you let your eyes scan down the contents until it reached the new message from him. 

‘I hope that your day is going well, Y/N/N. I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to contact you sooner. Life has been hectic lately and I finally have a day off, so you were the first person on my mind to write.’

A big smile appeared on your lips as you read it over and over, biting your lower lip softly to keep from smiling too wide. He had you on his mind? This was the first time that he had ever said something like that to you, so you weren’t quite sure how to respond back to him at first. You also didn’t want to seem too eager, so you waited a few moments before you started typing back to him.

‘The day has been going good. Keeping myself busy around the apartment, since I finally have a day off too! You’ve been on my mind too. I hope you’re good too, Josh.‘ You hit the send button and take a deep breath, hoping that it wasn’t too forward of you to say. Just as you were about to get back up to start cleaning again, you heard the notification that he had written back to you already.

Raising an eyebrow, you turn back to the screen and feel your heart leap out of your chest at the single sentence he wrote back with.

‘When do I get to see you?’

You stared down at your keyboard for a few moments; your fingers hovering over the keys as they should, but they weren’t moving to type. What were you supposed to say to a question like that? This was the most you both have talked semi-romantically since you first started this communication months ago. What was happening?

‘Well, I can send you some pictures…’

A short pause and then a ding once again.

‘No, in person. I need to see you. I need to know that you’re real.’ Now, normally,  one would feel panic in this moment. He could easily be a kidnapper or a murderer on the other side of the computer screen, but something deep inside was telling you that it was okay to trust this man. You both had invested a lot of time in one another so far, despite not fully talking about backgrounds. But, you weren’t too bothered by it. Gathering up the courage, you both started finally speaking about making plans to see one another and where the other lived. Come to find out, you both lived really far away. He was in Ohio and you were in California. Was this a higher power telling you that this, whatever it was, wasn’t meant to be? That’s when he said… ‘Why don’t you fly out? I’ll pay for it. I just want to see your face.’ How could you say no to that? *~ A few days later. ~* Colombus, Ohio. The weather had looked a bit chilly as you had looked out it from your little window on the plane, so you were thankful that you brought your hoodie with you; even if it was bunched up in your backpack by your feet. You couldn’t help but to feel a sense of sudden nervousness flood over you, as you thought about what the initial meeting would be like with Josh. It wasn’t like you both had no clue who the other was, but… You kind of didn’t know who the other was. It made more sense in your head than anything else. As you made your way along the groups of families and friends that were waiting for their loved ones to get off the plane, you followed the signs that took you to the front of the airport where you say a small line of men in suits with names written on signs that they were holding up. You raised an eyebrow as you say your name on one of them. Josh had mentioned that he was going to pick you up, but he never said in what way. So, this was new. You slowly approached the man while gripping onto your backpack strap and he looked at you with a stoic expression. “Are you, Ms. Y/L/N?” “Yes, that’s me…” You said with a nod. Finally, a smile appeared on the man’s lips as he lowered the sign. “Great! Just follow me, ma’am.” He responded, straightening up his tie a bit before turning on his heel and heading to the exit with you. You suddenly felt very unimpressive in your ripped jeans, beat up converse and band tee as you followed behind this man. You had no idea where you were being lead, but it made you a bit curious just thinking about it. Once outside, you suddenly saw a nice black SUV parked up against the curb that seemed to have a bit of security around it. That couldn’t be where you were going. But, the man you had been following suddenly heads straight to the door and opens it up for you, offering to take your items to put in the back. It took a few seconds for your feet to start moving, before you slowly peeked inside and your mouth dropped at the sight of who you were meeting. It was Josh fucking Dun, greeting you with a big goofy grin. “J-Josh?”

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My Blood

Pairing: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Word Count: 857 Warnings: Just fluffiness, one or two cuss words and a taste of a kink.

Author’s note: So, this is actually my very first (short) oneshot as a fanfic writer (mostly because i’ve only recently started) and is not a request. I know that it’s not a Josh Dun oneshot... But, I just had a moment where I felt it would be hilarious to see how this scenario played out. Be kind to me if it sucks! ------------------------------

Life as Tyler’s wife had been anything but ordinary. The constant touring had taken its toll on both of you and now that it was over, you finally had the chance to be newlyweds. It was something that the both of you had been looking forward to for a while now.

It was strange to be back home. Tyler loved the quiet space that the both of you had created together, although it wasn’t anything close to being an actual lived in home yet. The both of you had gotten married during a week of downtime amid the tour and hadn’t had much time to spend together for a honeymoon. Tyler had even paid for a house that only had been used once since its purchase. He planned to change that now that there was a hiatus. Heading upstairs from his music room, Tyler made his way into the living room to see that you were nowhere to be seen. “Y/N? Babe?” He called out into the open space with no answer. Making his way into the kitchen, he looked over to the fridge to get a snack, but saw a sticky-note attached to it. It was from you. Ty, I ran to the store for a bit to get some food for dinner tonight. I’ll be back soon. I love you. Y/N/N xoxo A small smile tugged at the corner of the brunette’s lips and then made his way into your master bedroom, forgetting about the food that he had originally sought after. He had been lazy for the past couple of days and hadn’t really wanted to go through his suitcase to put things away or in the laundry. He decided that it was time. As he reached inside, he pulled out multiple articles of clothing and tossed them into the hamper, before he reached his ski mask. Thumbs run over the soft fabric slowly, as his eyes glint in sudden mischief. Many memories came along with this simple cover-up, but there was one thing that he had always wanted to try with it, in order to add to his mental memory bank. He had never tried wearing the mask during your sexual escapades with him and he wanted to see how well it would go over. He liked to think that he knew you well enough to know what you like in bed. You had kinks and he knew it. Was this one of them? He was about to find out. Hearing the door close downstairs and his name being called, Tyler knew that you were home... But, he didn’t answer. He wanted to surprise you. Smirking a bit, he pulled the ski mask over his head just as he did during any show and then stood at the end of the bed; staring at the open door for you. It took a bit of time, but you finally managed to make your way up the stairs after having called for Tyler multiple times. You knew that he was there, because his car had still been parked in the garage. “Ty? Are you up here?” You called out and then turned the corner to walk into your bedroom, but were met by something that you hadn’t quite expected and it shook you to your very core. An intruder in a ski mask. Eye wide and full of fear, he started to make his way toward you and your heart suddenly went a thousand miles a minute. Who was this man and what had he done with Tyler? Freezing temporarily, he was now within arms length and so you did the best possible thing that you could think of... You punched him right in the nose, causing a loud groan to emit itself from his lips -- his hands flying up to cover where blood was now coming from. “Y/N!” He howled out, not really sounding like anyone you knew. But, he was in pain. Despite it all, he continued to reach out to you with bloodied hands which made you back up instantly. “I’m going to get my bat! Stay away!” You yelled loudly and his head shook incessantly.  Just as you were about to turn to hurry toward your weapon, the mask flew off and your heart sank into your stomach. You had just punched Tyler. The love of your life. Your husband. He was now hunched over with one hand over his slightly bloody nose and the other resting on his knee, causing you to scramble to his side. “Tyler! What the hell were you thinking, scaring me like that?!” You exclaimed, as you wrapped your arms around him and took him into the bathroom to use your first aid kit on him. He sat down on the edge of the counter and chuckled a bit with a shake of his head, embarrassingly looking down to the floor. “I wasn’t really trying to scare you, Y/N... I was trying to be... Sexy.” A defeated slump of the shoulders presented themselves to you. “Oh, honey... Believe me. You don’t need a ski mask to be sexy. You do that all on your own.”

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Masterlist

Thought that I should probably make one of these. I don’t have a lot of fanfics, but there are some in the works. So, keep a look out!

JOSH. Seasons Penpals Tear in my Heart For the Love of Shorts E.T. Agency

TYLER. My Blood