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beanfic · 4 years

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I was doing fine...

Pairing: Josh Dun x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Should I leave?” Josh asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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spookyjiimfanfiction · 4 years

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Chapter Nine

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Mention of Beau, extreme cuteness ahead

Word Count: 2719

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

December 2016 - Before Leg Three of the Emotional Roadshow

Parking your car in the driveway of Josh's home, you got out and instantly got hit by the freezing winds that had formed. December was always miserable in Ohio and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in front of a fire with a big blanket wrapped over you, but you had promised the boys and Jenna that you would be present tonight in order to help decorate the interior of Josh's house. He, thankfully, had done the exterior not too long ago and it looked beautiful. The bright lights shone down on your face as you hurried over to his front porch and knocked on the door.

Bouncing a little bit to stay warm and wrapping your arms around yourself, you waited only a few moments before the door was opened up to reveal a familiar smile in front of you.

"Hurry inside! You'll get sick!" Josh exclaimed and ushered you in, closing the door behind you, as you were greeted by Tyler and Jenna happily.

You smiled widely and waved, looking over to see how adorable the both of them looked in their matching ugly sweaters. It wasn't even Christmas yet, but they showed their spirit as often as they could that month. Suddenly, a pair of warm and strong arms wrapped around you from behind and they belonged to the one person that you wanted to be hugged by. You smiled and looked over your shoulder, realizing instantly how close he actually was to you and blushing almost instantly.

"Thank you for coming! We have the tree and it just needs to be decorated," he exclaimed, trying to brush off what he had just done as if it were no big deal. He let you go and then scurried over to said tree, reaching into a big box he had to pull out some ornaments. You slowly took off your coat to let it hang on the back of the nearest couch and saw Tyler and Jenna smirking in your direction, which caused you to roll your eyes. Making your way over in their direction, you stood beside Jenna and nudged her a bit before the both of you started giggling and helping to put some ornaments on the tree with little help from Tyler. He was too busy trying to get the Christmas music on to liven the mood more than it was.

After a bit of time, Jenna gasped and caused everyone to look in her direction as if they were worried something was wrong with her. She quickly waved her hand to shoo away any worries.

"I forgot about the goodies! Y/N, come and help me!" she yelled and grabbed your arm, dragging you into the kitchen while you nearly tripped over things on the floor; causing Josh and Tyler to laugh.

After Jenna let go of your arm, she hurried over to the fridge and got out her necessary ingredients to start making the cookie dough mix. She looked over to you with a smile and pointed to the cabinets.

"Can you get me a few mixing bowls?"

"Of course!" you replied. It was obvious that she had brought everything over, because there was no way that Josh just had the correct things lying around his home.

Getting what she needed, you placed the bowls down on the counter beside her, receiving a thanks on her end. The both of you got to work on the cookies, wanting to make them extra tasty for the boys, and got into a small conversation about the upcoming holidays. When you got to thinking, what you were doing... it was almost as if you and Josh were in a relationship already. You were baking for him - and Tyler a little -, spending time in his home, and helping him decorate.

Isn't that mostly what girlfriends do?

“What has you so happy?” Jenna asked upon noticing the smile on your face.

You glanced over to where the boys were standing near the tree, engrossed in their own activity. Tyler was standing on one arm of Josh’s couch, leaning over to put an ornament towards the top of the tree. Josh was beneath him with his arms out, just in case he fell. Tyler never fell though, you had learned that a long time ago.

“I’m just thinking,” you said, measuring out the ingredients that Jenna had put in front of you.

“About?”

“What life would be like if… you know. Him and I were to-”

“Say no more,” Jenna grinned as she added an egg to the cookie dough. “I understand you loud and clear.”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“I take it things with Beau aren’t going well?”

You rolled your eyes, “Not at all. I’ve tried to end things at least five times since your wedding, but he just won’t listen. He always derails the conversation or pretends that he never heard me in the first place. I’m starting to think that I’m stuck in a relationship that I’ll never get out of.”

“You know, there’s always legal options… if it comes to that. The three of us are going to have your back.”

“I know, it’s just,” you sighed, “I don’t want to jeopardize the boys by bringing some giant legal matter onto their radar. Their career is really starting to pick up and I would hate to bring an end to that just because I can’t handle my stupid boyfriend.”

Jenna set down the spoon that she was stirring with and turned to face you, a serious expression now covering her face.

“Listen, I know that those two - idiotic as they may be - would much rather have you safe and happy, even if it meant a hit to their career. You’ve experienced firsthand what their fanbase is like, Y/N, they’re not going to ditch them anytime soon. And you and I both know that Josh would love to see you get rid of this guy.”

“He’s been wanting to see Beau gone since I met him four years ago.”

Four years ago. Had it really been that long since Josh came into your life?

“Just another reason to kick him to the curb.”

“I guess.”

Your conversation was interrupted by the boys wandering into the kitchen, carefully eyeing the bowl of cookie dough in front of Jenna. Josh hung around the far side of the counter, but Tyler was bold enough to come striding over and stick his finger straight into the bowl, earning him a swat from Jenna.

“You didn’t wash your hands!” she groaned.

“My hands are spotless,” he said, making a show of licking the cookie dough off his finger.

Jenna only shook her head and went back to adding chocolate chips to the bowl. Tyler sauntered over behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder. When she was distracted by him, he reached forward and swiped another glob of dough onto his fingers.

“Tyler!” she giggled. “Stop that!”

You couldn’t help but smile when Tyler pressed a kiss to her cheek. Over a year of marriage and they were still acting like the same lovesick children they were when they met. It gave you hope that one day, that might be you too.

Now that Jenna and Tyler were distracted by one another, Josh came wandering over and leaned against the counter next to you. He crossed his arms in front of him, making them even harder to ignore than usual.

“It seems like decorating the tree went well,” you smiled, meeting his eyes to avoid your own from wandering somewhere else.

“I would say so, aside from when Tyler nearly fell straight on top of me.”

“Hey, at least nothing ended up broken.”

“Yet.”

Josh laughed and shook his head. You stared for a moment, letting yourself take in the crinkles around his eyes and the few strands of pink hair that were framing his face. He noticed you staring and raised his eyebrows, making you turn away.

“Want to try some cookie dough?” you mumbled, already reaching for two spoons that were sitting out on the corner.

You scooped up two sizable globs of cookie dough with the spoons, handing one to Josh.

“Cheers?” he asked.

“Cheers.”

You clinked your spoons together and took a bite of cookie dough. It was easily the best recipe you had ever tried, thanks to Jenna. She wasn’t kidding when she said baking was one of her talents.

“This is amazing,” Josh nodded. “Great job, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I really helped,” you snorted.

Josh laughed and bumped you with his elbow. You simply ducked out of his way, stumbling a little in the process.

You giggled, “Guess I’ve had a little too much eggnog.”

“Ok! Ok. Boys out of the kitchen,” Jenna said. You turned to see that she had broken out of Tyler’s grasp and was now standing in front of the oven, waving her arms at all of you. “You interrupted our moment earlier.”

“Your moment?” Tyler asked.

“Yes. Our moment. Now get out of here so we can continue it.”

Tyler made a show of leaving the kitchen, making sure to drag his feet and sigh dramatically now and again. Josh followed behind him and gave him reassuring pats on the back, still holding his cookie dough in his free hand.

Leaning against the counter, you watched the boys leave - your sole focus being on Josh. Shaking your head to rattle yourself out of a small daydream you were having, you suddenly came to the realization that eyes were burning into you. Your head slowly turned to the side to face Jenna, who was staring in your direction with a giant smirk.

"Girl, you have it bad." She wiggled her eyebrows, causing you to laugh.

"Jenna, stop!" you responded with a light push to her arm.

The both of you turned back to your previous task of now placing the cookie dough onto the tinfoil covered trays and putting them inside the oven once it was preheated. Now that the both of you had a little time to spare, you would be able to get in that famous girl talk that the both of you were known for. Josh and Tyler knew full well that if they ever interrupted your girl talk time, there would be hell to pay... mostly from Jenna. She was sweet as pie, but she had her moments where she invoked wrath.

"So, are you going to tell me your true feelings now about the Little Drummer Boy in there?" That sentence alone made you roll your eyes harder than you ever had before, as the reference was ridiculous, but you couldn't help but smirk.

"I honestly wish I knew what they were. I mean... I know that I like him. A lot. But, there's just so much going on with Beau and he won't take a hint that I want to break up with him. I really want Josh to be happy and he deserves it, but am I really making him happy here? Stringing him along while I'm dating someone?" you spoke softly, so that the boys wouldn't be able to eavesdrop. Jenna just sighed and took your hands in her own.

"Y/N... what you have right now? It's not a relationship. You both are just existing in the same space. There's no love there. You have a guy in the next room over that would give you the world. He's waited this long for you. He's not going to leave now," Jenna spoke in a similar soft tone.

Tears started to sting at your eyes as they brimmed up, threatening to spill over and down your cheeks. Sniffling slightly, you squeezed her hands and nodded slowly to her, knowing full well that she had never been more right. You pulled one another in for a huge hug and stayed there for a few moments before pulling away as she checked your makeup for smears. Once you were both good, you giggled a bit together and linked arms, heading back into the living room to see the tree all finished. Josh was just putting the finishing touch on the tree: the star. You and Jenna sat on the couch to watch in awe, her sitting beside Tyler and leaving an open space beside you. The four of you gasped as the light of the star turned on after Josh had plugged it in and you all clapped happily at the sight. Josh came out from behind the tree with a goofy grin and bowed before he made his way over and sat beside you on the couch... a little closer than you thought he would.

Swallowing hard, you could tell that something was different about his demeanor. Something was off. Was he nervous? Tyler and Jenna hadn't seemed to notice as they chatted with one another while looking on his cellphone at something funny. Josh’s leg bounced in its spot and his hand tapped on his upper thigh as if beating an imaginary drum, causing you to quirk an eyebrow in his direction.

"You okay there, Dun?" you asked softly, seemingly concerned for him.

"Y-Yeah... I, um, was hoping that we could talk, maybe?" He wouldn't look at you.

"Of course."

With that, Josh quickly got up and motioned for you to follow him, and you did so, heading around to the back part of the house in the hallway. He obviously wanted to get out of earshot of the grinning couple that had remained on the couch behind you. Now standing awkwardly with him, you could tell that he was having a hard time with whatever he was about to say and it made your heart start pounding in your chest.

"So..." he started and you let out a breath of air to silently thank him for breaking the tension. "...Tyler and I have the Grammys coming up and we've been nominated for an award. I was wondering if maybe you'd want to come with me - us. Come with us." He stumbled through his words and it caused a big smile to play on your lips.

"I would love to, Josh." Finally, he looked up to you with a smile that matched the size of your own, suddenly seeming much more confident.

"Great! We'll talk more about it later and I'll give you the details," he said happily and you nodded to him, starting to walk with him back into the living room.

The both of you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Jenna and Tyler standing there with smug looks on their faces. Josh seemed just as confused as you did. Before you were about to say something to question it, Tyler just pointed up above you to show a newly placed mistletoe decoration. You and Josh stared at it for a few moments, before both of your faces flushed bright red.

"You have to do it. It's tradition," Tyler grinned and nudged Jenna, who was giggling a bit.

Josh looked over to you with a look of fear, not sure what he should actually do in this situation. You decided to take the initiative with what little courage you had and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, before hurrying to your spot on the couch. Josh stood there for a few moments, dazed, and had a very brief look of love that crossed his face. He tried to hide it, but the grin that was permanently on his lips betrayed him.

You were too nervous to meet his eyes when he took a seat next to you on the couch once again, instead opting to rope Jenna into a conversation so you had an excuse to keep your attention elsewhere. Even as the two of you sat discussing the latest episode of your favorite TV show, your mind wouldn’t stop its endless loop of the kiss you had just given Josh. It had been brief, but the feeling of his cheek against your lips was enough to have your hands shaking. Thankfully, your oversized sweater - and Jenna eventually dragging you back to the kitchen - proved to be enough to hide it.

You just hoped that Josh was willing to wait a little longer.

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thepatricktreestump · 7 years

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Remember: Josh Dun fanfic

A/N: Just a reminder that I’ve gotten all of your requests, it’s just a matter of finding the time to write and post them. But don’t worry, I promise I’ll get to them soon! Love you guys! xoxo

Anonymous said: Hey! May I request a Josh Dun imagine? Maybe like where the reader gets drunk and they come home to Josh and the reader's all like "kiss me" and Josh does but he stops her before they do anything else bc Josh wouldn't take advantage of the reader and it's all cute and shiz lol. Love your writing! :) <3

*gender neutral

Bright lights, fancy awards, elegant attire, loud applause, crisp champagne, a crowd full of people, and your two best friends, it was a night like no other. Ever since Tyler and Josh’s new album hit the top of the charts, they had been busy as hell. Whether award shows, parties, interviews, concerts, touring, music video filming, or just traveling on the road, they always seemed to be the center of attention. It didn’t surprise you that they had won another award, but you were surprised when they decided to go to the after party. Usually they would bow out, decide to go back to the tour bus, and instead, blast music, eat cereal, and do their own little thing. They were never usually ones for parties. But however, winning an award and just finishing tour, going to a grand scale celebrity party must’ve sounded like the perfect way to celebrate. “Come on, y/n,” Josh insisted. “It’ll be fun. We don’t even have to drink or anything, we can just go there, talk to some people, dance for a little bit, that’s all.”

“Just a couple hours,” Tyler agreed.

“I never said I wasn’t going,” you narrowed your eyes. “I’m just double checking that this is really what you guys want to do.”

“Why? You doubt me and my partying abilities?” Tyler playfully gasped, putting a hand to his chest and acting deeply offended. “Believe me, y/n, I can bust a move like nobody knows.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m just making sure none of you will chicken out on me halfway through the night.”

“Never,” Tyler shook his head. “I’m on top of the world right now, and I don’t think I want to come down anytime soon. How about you, Josh?”

“Huh?” Josh lifted his head from his phone. “I was just scrolling through the group chat. The party starts in a couple minutes. I’d start heading over now.”

“Teenagers and their phones,” Tyler clicked his tongue.

“I’m researching,” Josh laughed. “I have to find the address somehow.”

It wasn’t long before you guys had arrived, and sure enough, it was just as you had imagined it. There was a plethora of people crowding the dance floor where a professional DJ and live band were playing music, a kitchen equipped with a bar tender serving all sorts of drinks and foods ranging anywhere from a five-foot-tall chocolate fountain to gourmet French fries, a longue where people were smoking and snorting who knows what kind of drugs, and of course, the usual pool table in the corner. “They went all out,” you shouted to Josh over the music as Tyler led you both towards the kitchen.

“Typical party,” he shrugged, putting an arm around you as you approached the bar tender. You and Josh were just friends, but you had to admit, you had a tiny crush on him, and when he put his arm around your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel a small tug on your heartstrings. You tried to ignore your stupid feelings and took a seat next to Josh before asking for a drink.

“I’ll have a tequila,” you ordered. Josh eyed you strangely. “What?”

“I don’t know,” he tried acting casual. “I think I’m just going to stick to Red Bull tonight.”

“You should have at least one drink,” you argued, thanking the bar tender with a nod as he handed you a glass and you downed a shot. “Loosen up, celebrate, have some fun.”

“I’m already having fun,” he chuckled, popping open the tab of his can before taking a sip. “As long as I’m with you, I’m enjoying myself.”

“Flirt,” you smirked, trying to ignore the blush in your cheeks and ordering another shot. “You sure you don’t want one?”

“Somebody’s going to have to drive us home, remember?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Tyler already agreed to do that on the ride here,” you pointed out. “Here, I’ll order a margarita and you just have a sip or two.”

“Y/n,” Josh began to protest, but you were already waving at the bar tender to hit you up. You started on your next drink and Josh took a deep breath. “Maybe you should pace yourself a little bit. There’s still a lot of the night to go.”

“I’ll be just fine,” you rolled your eyes. That’s when Josh looked down at his phone. “What’s the matter?”

“Mark Hoppus just got here,” Josh explained. “He wants to congratulate me on the award and some stuff, talk for a little bit, catch up. Is it okay if I leave you here?”

“Yup,” you nodded. “I’m not going anywhere!”

“No more drinks,” Josh narrowed his eyes. “Not until I get back anyways, got it? It will only take a couple minutes. Look, Tyler’s right over there talking to Pete Wentz if you need somebody.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you groaned. “Go talk to Mark. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

“Okay,” Josh complied hesitantly before sliding off his seat, gulping down the rest of his Red Bull, and then heading off to find his friend.

The rest of the night was basically a blur. You remember someone sitting down beside you, either Joe Trohman or Brendon Urie, and they had convinced you to have a couple more drinks. The bar tender had eventually cut you off because you had reached your limit for the night. One of your favorite songs came on and you stumbled onto the dance floor, slurring out the lyrics noisily, a random stranger picking you up off the floor, and then Tyler coming to save you. “Woah there,” Tyler steadied you. “You’re a mess.”

“Where’s Josh?” your incomprehensible attempt at speaking tumbled out of your mouth.

“Hmm?” Tyler cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I think he went back. He couldn’t find you.”

“He left?” you slurred out.

“Yeah,” Tyler nodded. “To his hotel room. It’s getting late anyways. You should probably go back too. He’ll take care of you, I’ll leave you with him for the night. How about that?”

“I’d like that,” you responded happily.

“Goodness gracious, y/n, you’re reeking of alcohol,” Tyler frowned. “How much did you drink?”

“Just a little,” you replied.

“Uh huh…” he murmured. “Well how about we get you home?”

“Is Josh at home?” you sputtered out excitedly, your mind nothing but a jumbled mess of thoughts.

“He’s at the hotel, yeah,” Tyler answered. “But come on. We’ve got to get you in the car and then drive there too.” It took a while for him to drag you out to the driveway and help you into your seat, but eventually you were sitting shotgun, buckled in, and somewhat sane as Tyler drove down the road.

“Can I talk to Josh?” you wondered.

“Of course you can,” Tyler laughed. “We’ll see him in a little while.”

“No,” you whined impatiently. “Right now.”

“Right now?” he raised his eyebrows, gaze flickering from the road to you. “Uh, sure. You can call him if you want.”

“I can?” you asked eagerly.

“Sure you can,” he chuckled. “I mean, we’ll see him in just a couple minutes, but if you have to talk to him so bad, you can go right ahead.”

You fumbled for your phone in your pocket before pulling it out, somehow by miracle able to properly call Josh on the first try. The phone rang several times before he answered. “Hey y/n,” he greeted. “Sorry, I got kind of sleepy and I asked Tyler to take you home. How are you doing?”

“I’m so happy,” you sighed, slurring your words. “You should’ve been there.”

“Oh gosh,” Josh groaned. “Did you drink some more?”

“Just a little,” you insisted.

“A lot,” Tyler piped up.

“Don’t listen to him,” you argued. “I’m just a bit tipsy, that’s all.”

“You want to stay with me tonight?” Josh offered. “In case you get sick or something? I’m sure you won’t be so happy in a couple hours when all that junk starts to ruin your system.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Tyler explained loud enough for Josh to hear. “If that’s alright with you.”

“It’s cool,” Josh replied. “You’ll be sticking with me tonight, y/n.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you grinned.

“Don’t get too excited,” Tyler rolled his eyes. “You’re probably going to have a killer hangover tomorrow morning.”

When you rolled into the parking lot of the hotel, Tyler could barely get you standing on your two feet. “I’m kind of dizzy,” you admitted. “Maybe that’s why my feet don’t work.”

“I’m dizzy just looking at you,” Tyler laughed. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs and to Josh’s room.”

“How do I walk if my feet don’t work?” you pouted.

“Your feet work just fine,” Tyler sighed. “You just need to try to use them.”

“I want Josh,” you insisted, swaying a couple times before Tyler stood you upright.

“I’m about to give up on you,” Tyler glared playfully. “Don’t make me call him down here to carry you.” “I’d like that,” you giggled cheerfully. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Y/n, you are so drunk,” Tyler rolled his eyes.

“I want to see Josh,” you complained as he tugged you towards the door of the hotel, shoving you towards the elevator. “I love Josh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” Tyler smirked. “You don’t have to be drunk for me to figure that out.”

“I love him so much,” you repeated.

“Well you better behave yourself,” Tyler narrowed your eyes, helping you out of the elevator and supporting you as you ambled down the hallway to Josh’s hotel room. When Josh opened the door, he stared at you, widening his eyes.

“Oh geez,” he muttered. “I thought I told you not to drink anymore!”

“You got it from here?” Tyler asked, pained look on his face. “I’m dead tired. Y/n’s been quite the handful.”

“Hey!” you snapped. “I’ve been an angel!”

“Have you now?” Josh chuckled.

“I’m going to turn in for the night,” Tyler sighed. “You have fun with that one.”

“I’ll try,” Josh teased. He lugged you into the room and sat you on the couch. “Try to get some sleep, okay?”

“No!” you whined, tugging at his arm when he tried to walk away. “I want to stay with you.”

“You want me to stay out here for a little while until you fall asleep?” he wondered.

“I want to fall asleep with you,” you corrected. “Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

“You’re cute when you’re drunk,” he rolled his eyes.

“You’re cute all the time,” you insisted.

“Sure,” Josh laughed. “Come on, how about you join me and we can go to my bed?”

“Bed?” you raised your eyebrows and grinned.

“Stop it,” he shook his head. “I mean so we can sleep.”

“You want to sleep with me?” you smiled slyly. “Joshua Dun.”

“You’re just being silly,” he argued. “Come on, we’re going to go sleep. In bed. Now.”

“Whatever you say,” you shrugged, goofy grin still plastered on your face as he just laughed and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the hotel bed and before tucking you in. “Bridal style.”

“That’s right,” he chuckled. “I don’t want you falling on your face, it’s best if I carry you.”

“You carry me like a bride,” you yawned happily. “Does that mean we’re going to get married?”

“Sure,” he joked. “If you want.”

“That would make me so happy,” you sighed, turning over to face him, scooching closer to him underneath the sheets. “You and me, together forever.”

“You’re so drunk,” he laughed. “I bet you won’t even remember any of this tomorrow morning.”

“Is that when our wedding is?” you tilted your head. “Tomorrow morning?”

“Sure, why not,” Josh decided.

“Can I ask you something?” you frowned. “It’s important.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “Anything you want.”

“Can you kiss me?” you inquired, hopeful eyes gazing up at his. “Please?”

“Uh…” Josh stared at you for a second, debating it. “I’d love to, really, but I think you’d rather have me kiss you when you’re sober. So you remember, you know?”

“So you want to?” your eyes lit up.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I’d love to. But I’d also want you to remember.”

“Maybe I don’t need to remember,” you offered. “Maybe it can be our secret. Just tonight.”

“Just tonight?” Josh raised an eyebrow, still contemplating it in his head. You were being awfully tempting, and those lips looked so soft and sweet, but he knew it was wrong. He shouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t be comfortable with sober. Much less, he had just confessed that he wanted to kiss you! He was crazy! What if you remembered that tomorrow morning? What if it was just your drunk self-talking? Questions swirled around in his brain and doubt began to eat away at him, anxiety slowly seeping into his brain.

“Please,” you begged. “Come on, Josh. Just one kiss won’t hurt.”

“I guess it won’t,” he agreed shyly.

“Then come on,” you insisted, staring at him. You lowered your voice to barely a whisper. “Just kiss me.” He leaned in and rested a hand behind your head, pulling you close and kissing your lips gently, lingering a moment before pulling back, opening his eyes and staring at you.

“I love you,” he breathed, still lost in your eyes, trying to figure out what he had just done, much less, said.

“I love you too,” you grinned. “Come on, let’s not stop there.” You leaned in for another kiss but he shook his head, closing his eyes tight before opening them again.

“Not tonight,” he took a deep breath. “Maybe when you’re sober, but I um, I shouldn’t have done that y/n. You’re not thinking right.”

“I’m thinking perfectly fine!” you rolled your eyes. “Please Josh, I want more.”

“So do I,” he mumbled. “But I really don’t think we should do this now.”

“Josh,” you stated his name and reached forward to grab his shirt, snaking your hands down his chest and trying to tug it up. “We can’t stop there.”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “We can. We should.”

“I want this off,” you whined, tugging up his shirt again but he just laughed nervously, tugging the hem of his shirt back down to his waist.

“Let’s try to keep our clothes on, okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “I think it’s best you get some sleep, clear your head, and we’ll try this again some other time.”

“Not another time,” you complained. “Now.”

“I know, but we can’t,” he insisted. “It’s not right.”

“Didn’t it feel so good though?” you argued. “Your lips on mine? Being so close? Just the two of us, in this bed, together? Didn’t you feel something?”

“I did,” he nodded slowly. “However I think you just aren’t in the right circumstances to do any of that right now. You probably don’t even understand half of the things you’re saying. How about we cuddle and fall asleep, is that okay?”

“I want more than cuddles,” you persisted.

“Look, y/n, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “But please, I’m not going to argue with you anymore. Let’s just go to sleep. Please?”

“Okay,” you mumbled.

“Thank you,” he sighed. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

A couple minutes passed before you fell asleep, eyes closed, wrapped in Josh’s arms. You both laid there in silence, a mixture of soft snores, quiet heartbeats, and shallow breathing. That was until the sun filtered through the blinds and there was a churning, horrible, miserable feeling in the pit of your stomach, and you stumbled out of bed, escaping his arms and staggering to the bathroom, flinging open the door and retching all the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. Vomiting wasn’t a pretty sight, especially during a horrific hangover, and you felt absolutely embarrassed you had caused the mess in Josh’s hotel bathroom. You heard him stirring in bed, calling your name, and your face instantly turned red. Your head was spinning, a terrible migraine overtaking you, and sure enough, you found yourself puking up even more. You felt Josh kneel beside you, rubbing small gentle circles on your back, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry,” you sputtered out. “Shit, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay,” he reassured. “Don’t apologize.”

“I feel miserable,” you mumbled and he frowned, handing you a towel to clean your mouth and flushing the toilet, helping you up and giving you a hug.

“I told you not to drink anymore last night,” he reminded.

“Did I?” you wondered, watching his eyes soften as he released the embrace.

“You don’t remember anything… do you?” he whispered.

“Why? Did uh, did something happen?” you looked around and started to realize how strange it was that you slept in Josh’s bed, he was cuddling you this morning, and you supposedly got absolutely wasted last night. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, nothing happened. I just let you stay here for the night because I was afraid you might get sick. I’m glad I did, I mean, I wouldn’t want you all alone with a horrible hangover.”

“Thank you,” you stuttered out. “Goddammit I feel absolutely miserable.”

“I’ll get you a glass of water and some Advil,” he decided. “Just take it easy, okay? When you’re done you can just lay on the bed. Got it?”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Thanks so much.”

“No problem,” he gave a small smile. “I just really hope you feel better soon.”

You took a wet washcloth and wiped your face, taking a deep breath, then heading to the bed, rolling underneath the sheets. Josh approached you, handing you a cup of water and a couple Advil, which you downed and thanked him before resting your head on the pillow. “Can you, uh, stay with me? Maybe?” you asked shyly. “I don’t really want to be alone.”

“Sure,” he replied, pulling up the covers and lying beside you. Without thinking, he put an arm around you, pulling you closer, and you smiled. “Uh, is this okay? If I do this?”

“It’s more than okay,” you laughed. “I just wish I didn’t feel so shitty so I could enjoy it more. It’s not often I get cuddles.”

“You got plenty last night,” he chuckled.

“About that…” your voice trailed off. “What um, what did I do exactly? Last night?”

“You were fine,” Josh reassured. “I kept you under control. Tyler made sure you behaved.”

“Behaved?” you took a shaky breath.

“Yeah,” he smirked.

“W-what did I do?” you stammered.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I mean, obviously you don’t really remember. And when you were drunk you promised it would be our little secret.”

“Josh-” a worried, embarrassed, scared look spread across your face.

“Don’t worry,” he insisted. “Much to your disliking, I made sure we kept all our clothes on.”

“What does that mean?” you grew quiet, twice as self-conscious now.

“You really want to know?” Josh raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I sort of do,” you admitted. “I mean, if I’m as rambunctious as you say I was.”

“Maybe I should tell you when you feel better,” he decided.

“I want to know,” you argued. “Now. Please?”

“You were getting sort of, um, suggestive last night,” he explained. “You wanted to do stuff, but I told you no cause you were absolutely wasted. You got all mopey and sad and kept persisting and we uh, we kissed, once. But then I made you go to bed.”

“We kissed?” your face turned bright red. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry, look I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay,” he laughed. “I’m fine. I just thought that um, you might want to know.”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “So… was it a good kiss?”

“Maybe you would’ve remembered if you weren’t so drunk,” he rolled his eyes jokingly.

“No really,” you persisted. “Or was it awkward?”

“Maybe you should find out for yourself,” he suggested.

“What do you mean?” you narrowed your eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he whispered. You stared at him for a second before capturing him in a kiss, pressing his lips on his and feeling him pull you closer, eyes closed, mouths opened, tongues moving in syncopation, his body so close to yours. When you pulled away you both opened your eyes, staring at each other, and you blinked twice.

“Did that really just happen?” you wondered, gasping for breath.

“Yeah,” Josh breathed, eyes staring into yours. “It did.”

“No, like last night,” you clarified, taking a deep breath and still unable to move your gaze away from his. “Did that happen?”

“Not as intimate, no,” he shook his head. “And uh, I don’t know about you, but I liked this one a lot better.”

“Me too,” you smiled. “Hopefully I’ll remember.”

“You think, uh, we should do it again?” he hinted. “Just in case?”

“Josh,” you laughed. “I don’t think I’ll be forgetting any of this anytime soon.”

“Do you still feel horrible?” he tilted his head to the side.

“I feel much better,” you replied. “But like you said, I think another kiss wouldn’t hurt.”

“You know you didn’t have to be drunk to kiss me, y/n,” Josh reminded. “I would’ve kissed you sober just fine. All you had to do is ask.”

“I was scared,” you admitted. “I mean, hell, what’s Tyler going to think?”

“I think he already knows,” Josh laughed. “You told him you were in love with me last night.”

“I did?” you widened your eyes. “What else happened that you never told me about?”

“You wanted my shirt off,” he added.

“I still do,” you teased.

“I’m pretty sure I can make that happen,” he gave a sly smile.

“Yeah?” you grinned.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

“I think I found the perfect cure to a killer hangover,” you chuckled.

“What? Kissing?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Nah,” you shook your head. “You.”

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malfoys-demigod · 5 years

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Imagine Tyler trying to make Josh ask you out.

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

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

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cerebralthundering · 5 years

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Bounce

Oof, I know it’s been forever since I wrote something. This one has been in my head for a while though & just haven’t been exactly sure how to go about it. I hope you like it though. And send me requests! I may start doing Brendon stuff too. Who knows.

Josh x fem reader: smut

Warnings: sex, duh. Bruising/scratching. Cursing.

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It was just a chill Saturday afternoon at home where you were watching tv as your boyfriend, Josh, was in the basement practicing his drums. His band was off tour for a couple weeks between dates so you enjoyed having him a home. You were getting kinda bored watching tv after a while though & decided to go check on Josh.

You open the door to the sound-proof room to see him going hard at the drums. He was going so hard & was so focused he hadn’t yet noticed you walk in the room. You stood in the doorway just watching him intently. God, it always turned you on so much watching him play the drums - the way he put his all into it, watching his toned sweaty body, & imagining making that stool bounce in a different way. You bit down on your lip & tightened your legs.

“Hey babe!” he suddenly greets you as he finally noticed you in the doorway, knocking you out of that daydream. He put his drumsticks down beside him on the ground & took a swig of water. Shit, had he noticed the way you had been watching him? “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to come see how you were doing. I was getting kinda bored up there,” you tell him.

“Are you sure that’s the only reason?” he asks. You swallow hard.

“Uhh...w-what do you mean?”

“Well, you were standing there biting your lip & looking at me like you wanted to jump my bones,” he bluntly states. Shit, he did notice. You bit your lip & blushed while staring down at your feet. You had never told him how watching him play turned you on so much. You were worried he’d think it was weird or silly. You stumble over your thoughts before answering, trying to think of a good excuse, but nothing was coming to mind.

“Oh...umm...it’s nothing...” Your answer clearly didn’t satisfy him as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Tell me,” he demands.

“Well...uhh...you gotta promise you won’t think it’s stupid, okay?” you plead.

“Babe, of course not. I promise.”

“Okay, well...err...watching you play the drums kinda...um...turns me on,” you mumble out while still looking down at the ground. You hear him take a heavy breath.

“Go on...” he requests while biting down on his own lip now. Damn, him biting his lip always drives you wild.

“The way you so passionately play them...& watching you get so hot & sweaty...& imaging, uh...”

“Say it, baby.”

You take a deep breath before quickly spewing out, “Imaging fucking you on that drum stool & bouncing up & down.” His eyes widened while inhaling sharply. Suddenly he stands up & starts walking towards you. You bite down harder on your lip while watching him intently. His eyes scan your body with lust & then his hands grab your hips & start pulling you back towards the stool. He sits back down on the stool as you’re still standing & he pulls your shirt off over your head. Once it’s on the floor he pulls you down onto his lap & grabs your face to kiss you. You place your hands on his chest while reciprocating his kiss & beginning to slowly grind down on his lap. The kiss quickly heats up & becomes more passionate, feeling him slide his tongue into your mouth. Your hands move up into his hair to gently grab the tufts of his short, dark hair.

After a moment he starts moving his hands to your back to unclasp your bra & then toss it to the floor. You gently inhale as you feel his hands moving back to the front to grab your breasts while still not breaking from the kiss. His thumbs start teasing your nipples as you gently moan into his mouth. You bite down on his bottom lip before you break the kiss to move your lips to his neck to begin to suck & nibble on it, making him softly moan as you continue grinding on him. You can feel his hard-on through his shorts as you press down harder. You feel one of his hands snake down your stomach between your bodies to make its way underneath the waistband of your pants as well as your panties.

“Mmm, you’re so wet, baby,” he breathily speaks out.

“All for you,” you reply as you feel him start to move his fingers between your folds, making you even more wet while moaning into his ear. Your hips still grinding down with his hand now between the two of you is making his fingers feel even better until he suddenly slips his hand back out.

“Stand up,” he insists. You do as you’re told & stand up in front of him. He grabs the waistband of both your pants & panties at the same down & quickly pulls them down before you step out of them. You immediately bend down to do the same to him, helping him wriggle out of his shorts & boxer briefs, causing his erection to spring out. You start licking your lips in excitement, knowing this fantasy of yours that you’ve had for a while is finally about to come true.

“Listen. I want you to get on my lap like you’re gonna ride me but wait a second so I can hold onto your waist when we bounce,” he explains. You nod in agreement & line up his hard cock with your entrance & slowly sit back down, causing both of you to gently moan out.

You wrap your arms around his back tightly, grabbing onto his shoulders as his hands grip tightly on your hips. “Ready?” he asks. You nod again.

He suddenly bounces once to test things out & you feel yourself slide up his cock & then back down while bouncing up & then again as you come down. This quick action makes you scream out from both pleasure & surprise.

“Holy shit!” he exclaims while staring at you to gauge your reaction.

“Fuck! Keep going!” you proclaim.

He starts bouncing again, speeding up slowly, causing you to feel like he’s fucking you at double the speed as normal, causing hard moans, screams, & expletives to fly from both of your mouths.

After he gets a rhythm going with the bouncing you start grinding your hips again, causing an even more explosion of pleasure. You can feel his fingers gripping so tight on your hips that it’ll probably leave bruises. Your fingers & nails are doing the same down his back.

You start to feel the warmth brewing in your abdomen warning you that you’re close. “J-Josh, I -“ your statement interrupted by another scream as you bounce, “I-I’m close!”

“Fuck, me too, baby.” After another breathy moan he growls out, “Make a mess on this stool.”

“Shit!” You continue yelping out as your movements get sloppy as your legs begin to tremble & weaken. Your nails dig into his back as the pleasure begins to erupt. “Fuck, Josh!” you scream out. You bury your screams into his shoulder, savoring this moment. Your walls tightening around his cock pushes him over the edge as well. “Oh god!”

You continue sloppily grinding your hips at a slower pace now as you both ride out your orgasms. He bounces one last time causing one last yelp out of you as you both finally come to a pause & losening your grips. Neither of you said anything for a minute as you both took the time to finally catch your breath, your forehead resting on his shoulder. The sweat is glistening on both bodies under the basement lights.

“Holy...shit...” he sighs. You look up at with a smirk on your face which makes him grin.

“Holy shit, indeed!” you laugh.

“Kinda sad though...” he confesses.

“Why?” you ask, puzzled, furrowing your brows.

“Sad that you didn’t tell me about this little fantasy of yours sooner,” he jokes. You roll your eyes & laugh. “That was the hottest fucking thing ever.”

“Yeah, damn, now I do wish I had told you sooner,” you blush.

“Well we’ll just have to make up to lost time then I guess...” he trails off, slyly smirking.

“Hell yeah, baby.”

You both stay in that position for a couple minutes longer until he breaks the silence. “So, are we gonna stay like this forever? Not that I would mind...”

You laugh before responding, “I, uh, don’t think I can move.” Your legs literally felt like Jello.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he requests. You did as told & wrap your legs as tightly as you could around his waist. He then stands up, his hands holding onto tight under your ass, & walking to the nearby couch before plopping you down. You shift a bit until you’re comfortable on the couch. He grabs the blanket hanging over the back & drapes it over you. He then walks back to grab his shorts & puts them back on.

“I still need to finish practicing this song,” he explains. “You can lay there as long as you need.”

“Okay, but you know what watching you before lead to,” you coyly state.

“Well shit, I’m never gonna finish then, am I?” he jokes.

“Nope!” you wink.

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saltynemo · 6 years

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Cause and Effect

I’m alive bitches

(this was requested)

Sorry i’ve been ghosting, stressful life these days. Im 14, I have no sense of responsibility running a fanfic page.

Tyler and Y/n get in a fight and he decides to end the marriage. The effect wasn't so great and led Y/n into a dark hole.

Warnings: Angst, Cussing, Fighting/Arguing (if you’re sensitive to this stuff like me, I advise you don’t read),

Word Count: 976

S/N=Ship Name

“You never spend time with me, Tyler! The only thing I see you do is sleep, leave the house, or watch TV!” I speak firmly, animating my hands in a chopping motion. I was upset. Upset that Tyler never talked to me as much as he used to. Upset that he always leaves the house. Upset I never see him. I was starting to believe he loved his career more than he loved me.

“What are you talking about, Y/n? We always spend time together. Like the night before last. We watched a movie!” He replies, tossing his jacket on the couch, walking towards the kitchen.

“You fell asleep in the middle of the movie. Plus, the only reason we watched it was because I complained to you about how you don’t spend time with me!” I shout, crossing my arms.

“Y/n, I’ve been busy lately. This goddamn album is almost done and I just need to relax when I get home.”

“Relax with me!” I cry. “Cuddle up next to me and tell me you love me while you snooze on my shoulder!”

“I need to sleep alone. I’m not always in the mood to cuddle, ya’ know?” He sighs.

“Just because you have a mental illness doesn't mean you cant show me some love!” I shout, my words cutting the air. I instantly regretted it when it left my mouth.

“Do not bring Blurryface into this!” He barks, pointing at me sharply. I sigh, rubbing the sides of my head.

“I’m sorry.” I put my hands down. “I shouldn't have said that.”

“Look, Y/n..” He exhales. “Our marriage isn't working out. You’re unhappy and I’m unhappy.” My heart drops, feeling as if it has stopped. It felt like the world and the universe just split. Is he really doing this to me? “I think we should split up...”

It has been 24 hours since he broke up with me. He decided to sleep in the guest bedroom while I took the master bedroom. I tried to talk him into letting me sleep in the guest bedroom, but he made up his mind. I haven't thought of a way to tell the Clique about us, but I knew it would be horrible if they found out a different way.

I posted on Instagram a picture of a black screen with the caption explaining the current situation. I basically said we were both unhappy and decided to end the marriage, concluding the statement with saying it was both our fault and I still care for him. Seconds I hit the Share button, my Instagram was full of shocked fans commenting and hearts. I wonder how this will turn out...

The first couple of hours were comments of Stunned fans and devastated S/N accounts. For the next couple of days, death threats and harsh comments or DMs were the only things I saw. “You’ll pay for hurting Tyler” and “You deserve death” were the most common words I saw. It’s only been 3 days and I already fell into a depression. I’ve always been a happy person, but the disconnection between me and Tyler, including the Clique’s negativity, made me shiver from sobbing non-stop.

All I felt was regret and sadness. Tyler found me an apartment and decided to rent me a room until I was in good enough health to get a job and pay for it by myself. I didn't think I would get into good shape anytime soon.

I noticed I haven't eaten in days, my organs possibly failing from the lack of nutrition. I persuade myself to get up from my bed and go out. I slap on a hoodie and sweatpants, not caring for the hot and humid weather that awaited for me outside. I slip on socks, my vans following the process. Grabbing a 20 on my counter, I walk out the door, heading towards the Grocery Store.

It barely took me 10 minutes to fill a bag with Ice Cream and head out the door. I was looking forward to binging and crying for the next couple of hours. As I make my way down the street, I hear gasps behind me. I glance over my shoulder, seeing a group of what seemed like young adults. One of them wore a Twenty One Pilots shirt, making me nearly jump. I walk faster, hoping they would get the idea that I wasn't in the mood to answer questions.

“Hey!” One of them shouts, jogging up to me. “Y/n!” She shouts again, tapping my shoulder when she caught up to me. I turn around, faking a smile.

“Hi.” I study her face, her stone cold expression making it obvious she wasn't happy with me.

“Why did you break up with Tyler?” She asks, attitude dripping from her mouth. “Why would you break his heart like that.”

“You got this all wro-”

“No, we understand the situation.” Another girl asks, the whole group caught up with me and plastered with scornful faces.

“You broke up with Tyler and broke his heart. The ‘we still care about each other’ bullshit didn't fool us!” She barks, crossing her arms.

“You’re a horrible person.” A third girl chimes in.

“Now listen, believe what you want to believe, but me and Tyler are on good terms. I have no clue where-” I begin, the girl’s voices cutting me off. I was in no shape to argue what’s true and untrue with them. I may be older than them, but I felt powerless.

Filled to the brim with rage and fear, I walk away, the group hot in my tracks. They yell swears at me, telling me I cant face the truth. I continue to walk, blocking out the noise until I couldn't hear anything. It was all a blur. The first moment, I was walking away from them; the next moment, I was in a hospital bed, surrounded by nurses.

(bad ending, but It took me basically 35 minutes to write so :[)

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heytheregreeneyes · 6 years

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Master Chapter List

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who-tf-stole-my-car-radio · 6 years

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Lallapalopza part 5 will be posted today!

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twentyonepilots-imagines-etc · 7 years

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Passed Out (pt. 2)

Tyler's POV:

What broke me from my thoughts was her eyelids fluttering. She was waking up.

Your POV:

You felt your eyes open slowly; they had basically been sealed shut when you... wait... what happened? Where were you? Before you did anything, you blindly assessed your surroundings; you could still hear the crowd cheering and screaming, but it was more distant, and they were chanting "come back out!" And "Tyler!" etc. Your hands moved slightly to feel what surface you were lying on. It was slippery and warm, but you guessed that was from your sweat.

You managed to peel your eyes open and you attempted to sit up and look around, but your head swam and you plopped right back down onto the damp mat that you apparently had been laying on for about 10 minutes now. You huffed in your defeat. You stared at a very high ceiling with bars crisscrossing all above, and lights hanging from some. You turned your head and saw a few bottles of water sitting on a table about 4-5 feet from your elevated mat, along with a walkie talkie, a backstage pass, and a piece of paper that you couldn't read from where you were.

You were bummed that you had passed out, and you had no idea how much of the concert you'd actually missed. You were eager to get back on your feet and maybe get back to the outskirts of the pit so you could listen to the Trees speech and gather as much confetti as you possibly could in your shirt. You assumed that one of the people from security had taken you out and taken you to paramedics outside the stadium. But that wouldn't explain how loud the crowd was and the beams high above your head.

You heard someone take a deep breath and then a strangely familiar voice following it. "H-how do you feel?"

You couldn't place his voice, and you knew it was too soon to try to get up and find out, so you just laid there and closed your eyes "I'm not exactly sure yet," you said with a raspy voice. You laughed meekly at yourself; you sounded terrible. You mentally kicked yourself for not drinking more water. If you had, you probably would still be out there, enjoying the Trees finale.

You heard a light chuckle, and then shortly after, you felt a hand- no. The back of a hand- on your forehead. You unconsciously leaned into his touch. You wondered who it was, since you had recognized his voice a few moments before.

Your eyes were still closed at this point, so you tried to make this fun for yourself. You wanted to keep your eyes closed and try to guess who it is.

The hand moved to your cheek and you shivered. You couldn't take the mystery any longer, so you opened your eyes again and almost passed out again at what you saw.

You looked straight up into the warm dark brown eyes of your biggest influence and probably your favorite person in the world. You looked into the eyes of one of the most intelligent people you knew of, and certainly one of the most talented. The eyes of a man who had changed your life and so many others'.

What made your stomach flip was that Tyler was looking right back down into your eyes with the same look of awe and wonderment as was in yours. He looked at you as if you were the world famous musician who had won a Grammy. He looked at you as if you were the one who had saved hundreds of lives with his words alone. As if you were the one to be awed at.

You felt your cheeks flush when he noticed your shocked expression and gave a knowing smile in return. His smile faded though, and you saw his eyes travel up and down your face. You then noticed that he was leaning on his right arm, which was just to the left of your waist, so he was hovering over you. He quickly realized, though, that he was getting a little bit too intimate, especially since this was the first time you'd met. He stood straight up again and slowly took a small step back. He scratched the back of his neck, which was turning a deep shade of pink along with his face, while looking anywhere except for your eyes.

When he heard the volume of the audience growing, he turned his head to his right and looked back to the direction of the crowd, realizing that he had something kind of important to get back to; the concert that he'd abandoned. He turned back to you with a worried look on his face and took the small step he took back, back towards you again.

"Uh, so, do you know how you feel yet?" He asked worriedly. He finally met your eyes with his own, apparently having forgotten about the awkward moment before.

You smiled. "I think I'm doing pretty good, considering." You said, still laying down, with a light chuckle.

Just to impress him, you gathered all of your strength (which you were slowly gaining back) to sit up and swing one leg over the side of the table and the other bent beneath you, so that you were sitting up and facing him. Your vision blurred a bit during the process, making his face blurry, but you were surprised at yourself. You swayed unsteadily.

At first he looked concerned with your obvious weakness, but then he smiled his cute smile with crooked teeth that gave you butterflies. His smile was contagious, and you felt your own goofy grin spread across your face in happiness. "That's good. I'm glad you're doing better."

You just looked at each other for a moment that felt like forever, before he seemed to again realize that he'd abandoned a concert when his eyes widened and he turned his head slightly towards the stage again.

"Um, I uh, kinda have to go finish my concert," he said, pointing his thumb behind him, with a laugh in his voice. "But, I-I think they'll let you watch the rest from here. Uh, hold on for a sec." And he jogged in some direction that you assumed would bring him to the head of security or some other authority that had power over him.

You listened to the crowd as you waited. You heard many fans screaming at the top of their lungs awkward things, such as "I want to marry you, Tyler!", "Josh is my daddy!" and more. You found yourself giggling at some of the ridiculous things people were screaming to the boys in hopes of being noticed, and they weren't even around to hear it. But, then again, you'd probably be screaming the same things to them if you thought you would be noticed by your two biggest idols, maybe if even for a second, and even now, you were still star struck at the fact that Tyler Joseph noticed you, let alone had an entire conversation with you.

Before you knew it, Tyler came jogging back in with a backstage pass in hand, and a grin spread across his face. You were still relaying and comprehending what had happened within the past 15-20 minutes. You were half expecting to wake up and it be a dream, and in reality, you had never actually went to a twenty one pilots concert.

He huffed as he slowed to a stop in front of you. He panted for a second or two before speaking to you. He exhaled heavily.

"Okay. So I had to beg the guy before he finally handed these babies over to me." He said, holding up his fist which held the straps to the backstage passes. You felt your own face light up, his following when he saw the reaction you gave promptly after his small gift to you, as if his presence alone wasn't enough. You bounced lightly on your mat which was starting to dry after sweating.

He motioned you to him without urgency, so you took in a deep, deep breath, and you used your arms to push you up off the mat. It was the hardest thing you thought you'd ever done. You still hadn't eaten or drank anything since you passed out, so your body was only a little less weak, if not as weak, as it was before you passed out in the pit.

He gave you a little round of applause to your mini accomplishment that you'd made. You grinned and gave a silly curtsy. He laughed and you laughed with him. When the short moment or two of laughter faded, you looked up into his warm, dark brown eyes and saw the same look of joy that you felt in your own.

He maintained eye contact as he took a large but hesitant step towards you. Up close, you realized how short you were, especially compared to him. His eyes were wide and his face was serious. He reached his hands out to yours without looking away, and he clutched your hands tightly.

He then raised his left hand hand to your cheek and rubbed his thumb on your cheekbone back and forth. Electricity followed his thumb beneath the surface of your skin.

Then, it all happened at once. His other hand followed, but it didn't merely stroke your cheek. He gripped the sides of your face lightly, and he pulled his face to yours. His lips, that sang every line that ever convinced you to keep fighting, collided with your own. His hands, that played the melodies to the songs that you held so close to your heart, entwined into your hair and onto the nape of your neck. And yours traveled from his hair to his cheeks to his neck and back. The power and heat of the kiss grew, and you began to get butterflies.

You weren't kissing back because he was a celebrity, or even because he was your idol. In the 10-20 minutes that you'd known him personally, you'd developed genuine feelings for him. And you felt like he had feelings for you too.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the kiss gradually became more gentle, and he broke it when he rested his forehead on yours, his hands still cradling your face. You both breathed heavily for a few seconds before he pulled away.

When you looked up at his face, he was blushing; like a lot. He also had a dimpled smile spread across his face. He laughed as he once again, gestured towards the stage, where he still had to continue a previous commitment. You laughed.

"Oh yeah," he said. He bent over to pick up the backstage passes that he dropped when he kissed you, and approached you. He handed you the pass on the end of a cloth strap, and you slipped it over your head and around your neck so you didn't lose it. You smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up.

He grinned at you, and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll see you after the show," he said, and ran towards the direction of the stage. You knew he made an appearance on the stage when the various audience noises went from confused murmuring to fan girl screams.

When he spoke into the microphone, you could hear the smile in his voice that he had when he ran off. This alone made you smile, and your hand came up to your face where he kissed you, not even 3 minutes before.

It turns out that passing out was the best thing that could've ever happened to you.

End

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callyourselfdun · 7 years

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Breathe

“Breathe” you told yourself.

“Inhale, hold and exhale.”

“Just breathe.”

Pairings: Tyler Joseph x Reader Category: Sad? Warnings: Reader lets her frustration out by hitting Tyler lightly, he gives permission and it is stated that hitting your partner is not okay. Word Count: 2.1k

It had been hours, you were tossing and turning amongst the soft sheets of your bunk that had dreadfully began to constrict you, leaving you feeling suffocated and uncomfortable. There was a thin layer of sweat all over your skin causing the blanket to stick to you even more, so you kicked the thick material off your warm body for probably the third time tonight.

Your boyfriend Tyler had a show tonight and decided to go out for drinks with Josh and the rest of the crew afterwards, you went to the show but kindly declined on the drinks as you weren’t a night owl like everybody else on tour.

The boys put on an amazing show as per usual, creating a safe and happy environment for all of their dedicated fans; It was just as great as any other concert but with a little bit of individuality added in. Every single show was slightly different to make them unique and special to the audience. After the venue was all packed up Tyler, Josh and the crew decided on getting some celebratory drinks as the rest of the concerts were no longer in the United States. You decided that you were going to go with them to get pizza at the local restaurant but you would return to the tour bus when they went to the bar for drinks.

You all had an early flight to catch so you were trying to get some sleep, thankful that you didn’t have any alcohol in your system to make this sleeplessness any worse then what it already was. Tyler understood your choice of not going out for too long, knowing that you had to be up early in the morning and that you had an unnecessarily hard time getting to sleep at night.

“You shouldn’t have to try so hard! Why is this so hard for you to do? It’s a simple task!” you grumble to yourself angrily. You’d tried everything; you hadn’t had any caffeine, you weren’t napping during the day, you were exercising daily, you tried meditating, you’d been to therapy, you’d leave your phone on the kitchen table to prevent using it and most of all you tried your best to tune out the voices in your head.

But tonight, nothing seemed to be working.

Currently you were trying your breathing techniques that Tyler told you about after excessively searching the internet about your condition to try and help you after you told him, claiming that it was his job as a boyfriend even though you’ve been suffering with the condition for years now and had learnt to accept the difficulties.

“Breathe” you told yourself.

“Inhale, hold and exhale.”

“Just breathe.”

You feel hot tears beginning to pool in your eyes caused by the pure exhaustion and aggravation your body was experiencing. You sit up yet again, kicking your legs while scratching at your sensitive arms violently. You peer up at the clock and instantly feel the tears you were desperately trying so hard to hold back spill over your cheeks, it was officially 3:27am and you’d been trying to sleep since 10:19pm. You no longer felt in control of your emotions as everything that you felt was exaggerated, hurting more and more whilst salty tears continued to wet your cheeks. You close your eyes as you inhale the soft scents of lavender from your aromatherapy oils and decided that it’s now time to try taking your sleeping pills.

You always tried to get to sleep using natural remedies before using the chemical substance that you hated so much, you walk into the small kitchenette, hearing nothing but your thoughts and sock covered feet lightly hitting the floor in the currently silent tour bus before reaching into the cabinet. You don’t bother to cover your mouth as you yawn tiredly; there was nobody in the dark bus anyway. Before you knew it you were swallowing the small white pills down with water, shivering at the bitter taste. You’d never been good at taking medication yet that seemed to be the only thing you had ever done consistently throughout your life.

You make your way back over to your bunk, preparing yourself for another 20 or so minutes of frustration until your meds eventually kick in. You continue your breathing techniques, fighting with your thoughts before realizing that your brain was beginning to feel a bit fuzzy. You feel yourself smile in relief, excited that you’re finally going to experience sleep for the first time that night after over 5 hours. Your muscles begin to relax and sink into your mattress; you’re no longer sweating as you feel your thoughts calming down. As much as you despised this fuzzy feeling, your mind was the closest it had been to allowing you to sleep that night.

You feel yourself drifting off, you’re breathing evenly and your horrible thoughts are at bay, you exhale one final time before-

“Dude! That bartender was so sick! How did he not break a bottle whilst throwing them all around the place!” a recognisable voice laughs excitedly, followed by the bus door closing and footsteps.

Josh.

Your bottom lip wobbles and once again your eyes are filled with fresh tears. You’re angry as you hear Tyler laugh even louder, you were feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions and none seemed to be very positive but all seemed to be very intense. You needed to get a wall in-between yourself and them; the curtain of your bunk wasn’t proving to be enough to calm you down as Tyler shushes Josh politely.

You get out of your bunk, your short purple pyjama shorts barely visible underneath Tyler’s oversized shirt on you. You begin walking to the bathroom while shaking out your arms out to try and relax your muscles, reminding yourself that you can lock the door in there, all you needed to do was get there.

Breathe.

Inhale, hold and exhale.

Just breathe.

You were about to enter the bathroom when you heard a loud sob rip through the atmosphere, shocked when you had realised it came from your own body. Your eyes track behind you as your head turns to see Tyler carefully walking towards you muttering something you couldn’t quite understand in your current state. You were fuming, continuing to walk towards the bathroom concerned about what you would’ve done to your loving boyfriend if you didn’t get yourself away from him.

You slam the heavy door and quickly turn the lock before Tyler gets the opportunity to get himself in. Instantly you begin to let the loud heartbreaking sounds of your sobs rule over your small frame, shaking your bones from the pure force and aggression encased in them. You slide your breaking body down the door to sit on the cold tiles of the floor, pulling your knees to your chest and holding your spinning but chaotic head in your hands as you continue to drown in your familiarly frequent cries.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I really thought you were asleep; let me in so I can help you. I love you so much; please please please let me help you.” Tyler pleads from the other side of the door. Your heart was split in two, you desperately wanted to cling to his figure and let him help you back to a peaceful sleep, but you were also extremely worried that you would hurt him with the shear aggression that was raging through the blood in your veins at this moment.

“I can’t” you choked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care love, you can hit me as much as you want as long as I get to help you.” He explains softly. You bite the flesh on the back of your hand as you fight back another sob, using your other hand to dig little red moon shaped creasants into the smooth skin of your thighs with your fingernails. Your cheeks never seemed to dry, constantly being dampened with fresh tears. You couldn’t decide if what your boyfriend was saying was helping, but you definitely were not calming down.

“What’s going on?” You hear Josh ask Tyler quietly on the other side of the door. Another chocked sob rips through your body at that as you begin to feel guilty. Josh didn’t mean to wake you, Joshua was one of the nicest people you had ever met and he never deserved to be treated the way you were currently treating him. You could feel both his and your anxiety spike as you awaited Tyler’s response, you couldn’t imagine how awful you had probably made Josh feel and you wanted nothing more then to apologise, but for some reason your body just wouldn’t let you do it.

“I’ll fill you in later, try and get some rest yeah?” Tyler proposes, desperately trying to get the attention off of you. You hear Josh agree with a small ‘Good night’ before tuning back into your own body. Deep and uneven gasps were escaping your lips as you continued to fight the urge of sobbing.

The digging at your thighs had now progressed into scratching, leaving bright red lines all down your tan complexion. You bite into your lip hard enough causing it to split and bleed as your weak chest continues heaving, burning as your lungs try to receive a more steady flow of air.

“Can I come in? You can hit me all you want, you can scream and cry but you’re not calming down by yourself and I want nothing more then to help you. Please Y/N, I need to help you.” Tyler’s voice cracking as he begs, it felt like you’d been locked in the bathroom for hours now, your aggression refusing to calm but your lungs still gasping for breath as your panicked state denied mercy on your wrecked body. You decide to talk to him, standing slowly whilst feeling your knees wobble from being in the same position for so long.

When you open the door you’re met with Tyler’s shocked expression and bloodshot eyes, he sniffles quietly and it’s then that you realise he’s been crying too.

You instantly close your fists and begin pounding his upper body with all the force you had left in you, continuing to thrash and yell at your boyfriend relentlessly, trying to get all of your pent up anger out but for some reason he just stands there and takes it all, doing nothing but whispering quiet ‘ssh’s’ and ‘you’re okay’s’.

Eventually, he lightly grasps your soft fists effortlessly as exhaustion was preventing you from doing any major damage to him. He slowly pulls you into his chest wrapping his lean arms around your shaking frame. You accept the warmth and begin sobbing loudly once again, crying against his shirt while your lungs burn from your violent gasps for breath. “Shh, I got you baby girl. It’s okay, you’re okay, I’m okay and we’re okay.” He whispers, carding his thin fingers through your damp hair. You cling to the back of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you alive, bundling the blue fabric in your fists and you dampen the material on his shoulder with your tears.

The both of you just stand there, you sobbing and Tyler swaying you side to side, continuing to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. You finally begin to calm down as Tyler massages your scalp; your head was pounding from the terrorising and powerful noises that had been leaving your sweet lips all night. You eventually collapse against his chest so he picks you up, carrying you to his bunk.

He wraps your trembling thighs around his waist while you hook your arms over his shoulder, lightly biting the collar of his shirt as he slides the two of you into the small but cosy space.

Once he pulls the blanket over you, the only thing you do if wrap yourself around him tighter, thankful for his presence but deeply regretful of what you had done to him earlier. You begin to cry again “I’m so sorry” you mumble as you pull on his hair and lay impossibly closer to him. “I hit you and I-I hurt you, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I’m s-so sorry you can hit me back I shouldn’t have-“ you ramble worriedly. What you did was wrong and your boyfriend didn’t deserve that.

“I don’t care.” He states simply, pulling you in closer and laying his hand on your back rubbing small circles into your wet skin.

“Breathe.” He whispers.

“Inhale, hold and exhale.” He rocks you slightly.

“Just breathe.” He kisses your forehead. The difference those words meant to you when leaving his lips.

“Good night, sweet dreams and I love you.” is the last thing Tyler mumbles before you find yourself falling asleep, pressed against your lovers side.

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charmingjoseph · 7 years

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always;brendon x reader

hi this took forever i’m so sorry

i hope y’all enjoy

you actually got out of work early for once, and planned to surprise your boyfriend with your arrival. when you walked through the door, immediately you noticed something was off. a smack came from your guys’ room, which caught your attention. so, of course, your curiously brought you to the door, a trail of clothing down the hallway. your breath hitched as you slowly opened the door, to see your boyfriend. with another guy. in your bed.

“am i not enough for you?” your loud and obviously restrained voice rang through the small room, making the brunette almost fall off of it. “baby! no! it’s- it’s not what it looks like.” he quickly tried to make up an excuse, but of course you were having absolutely none of his nonsense.

“bullshit!” you yelled, and the other man, a blonde guy with pretty green eyes that looked just so innocent and unknowing got off of the bed, grabbing his clothing and putting it on, giving brendon time to about three quarters of the way before he bolted out of the room and through the front door, the crisp noise of the wood filling the house as neither of you knew what to say or how to say it.

“y/n, pl-” brendon began, but you cut him off before he could get any farther than that.

“don’t say a fucking word.” you snarled, easily standing over him. “i can’t believe i trusted you! what a stupid decision that was. of course you’d do something like this. i guess all of those rumors were true.” of course you regretted that immediately.

brendon was rumored as the major player, the bed hopper in your area. you started off as a one night stand with him, then friends with benefits, and then you both realized your hearts wanted each other. brendon told you he'd leave everything behind, for you. you trusted him immediately, knowing he wouldn't.

then-- then he did.

he broke everything.

he ruined it all.

and now, you walked out of the door, leaving the brunette behind. you wouldn't come back to that apartment, that made you cry whenever you so much as thought of the events that happened on that night. how brendon broke your heart, how he thought you were so ‘replaceable.’

pathetic, you were. to believe in him.

after that, you were purely shocked to see brendon on the cover of a magazine. it had been about three years, and there he was. his hair was different, but his eyes still held excitement and his smile still held love as he grinned on the cover of it.

the brunette had been in a band for a very long time now, even way before the two of you got together. he always told you he'd make it big.

though you hated him, you always believed in him. you always bought and listened to his music after that day, curious as to how he's grown and what he's done. his voice was as smooth as honey.

as you looked around your living room, you thought about everything you two had. all of the memories that you could never get back, no matter how hard you clutch onto them. it hurt. everything hurt. you felt numb, dead with emotion as tears streaked down your face. a sob wracked through your body as you typed in concerts in your area, then ‘panic! at the disco.’

‘death of a bachelor tour, madison square garden.’ it was a week from now, and there was barely any tickets left. the only ones were in the front row, as they were too expensive. not too expensive for you, though. you clicked the ‘buy’ button, and the order went through.

you had to see him again. no matter what. needed to see his face, just to know what you're missing.

you walked in the cold streets of new york city, trying not to get spoken to by anyone. people tried to hit on you, which you quickly declined. your feet went quicker as you heard screaming, but in a group. it was gleeful, and obviously by a girl.

then you saw him.

brendon, rushing down the street, his head down, sunglasses on even though it was dark by now. you tried to yell out to him. he looked up quickly, taking a moment to recognize you, as your looks had changed as did his. your heart stopped, and so did you. you thought you'd be prepared, you thought you'd know what to do, but you stood there, staring like you didn't know what else to do, because you didn't know what else to do.

he froze too.

“y-y/n…” brendon muttered, taking his glasses off to reveal the brown eyes that made your heart go faster than it ever had been. “b-b-” you began, but the other was quickly taken away by management, yelling at him about how soon the show was starting.

your best friend, cole, had come with you, as you knew you couldn't do this alone. it scared you too much. of course, the little shit was walking at turtle speed, so he just arrived when brendon left, complaining about how it was cold and dark. he saw the look on your face, his eyebrows furrowing.

“y/n, are you alright?” he asked, concerned for you. “b- b- br-” you started.

“brother, briber, bring? speak to me, y/n!” he shook your shoulders. “brendon.” you mumbled, and his face dropped. “oh god, you saw him? like-- face to face?” he asked, and you nodded feverishly. “oh god…” you could tell cole didn't know quite what to say, seeing the way he looked down and shuffled his feet.

“yeah, i know. he was… everything i thought he'd be.” you mumbled, sniffling. you didn't like to cry, but stress always made you break down.

“it'll be okay. come on, the concert is starting soon.” cole grabbed your wrist, ensuring you wouldn't get lost. though you were taller than brendon, cole was much taller than you, along with most of the crowd. the two of you ventured into the entrance, having to fight your way but you two ended up making it in the end, and finding your seats. front row. the clear view of the stage excited but scared.

the concert started, everyone screaming as loud as they possibly could, and you stood there, in shock. even cole was cheering, jumping up and down excitedly, while you waited. a drumroll went, and then sharply ceased, before the one and only came out.

he threw his arms up in the air, and everyone cheered. he seemed so confident, like that was where he belonged. which is was.

you ended up getting into the concert after hearing his voice. it was smooth, just like you remembered it when he used to play with your hair and sing to you. then it happened.

he saw you, in the crowd, and stopped. stopped singing, stopped moving. the crowd didn't know whether to clap, cheer, be concerned? everyone stood there, in silence, along with you and brendon.

“alright alright alright. i want to invite someone up onto the stage, someone i haven't seen in a… a little while now for-- top secret reasons. their name is y/n.” he said, and you looked to cole in panic, you helped you up onto the stage, backing away.

you stood there, in complete shock, your brain not able to comprehend what the hell was going on. was this real life? you couldn't tell.

“i want to dedicate this song, to you.” brendon said, and the crowd absolutely screeched. you looked out to the audience, your eyes blinded by the lights. you looked to cole, who gave you a thumbs up.

he began to sing, that damn song. the song he'd sing to you to calm you down, the song he'd sing you when you both were exhausted. it was practically your lullaby.

always.

tears brinked in your eyes as everything seemed to move in slow motion, your heart pounding as he continued to sing. after the song, he delivered a small speech, off of the top of his head.

“y/n is someone that deserves an apology from me, though it's a little late. i'm sorry, y/n. i'm happy you're here. it's good to see you agai--” brendon could barely finish his sentence before you tackled him in a hug.

and just like that, your life was aligned, as the person you'd longed for had changed everything about his life around and come back into it.

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beanfic · 5 years

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The Creator Masterlist

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Graphic by @takenvysleep

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spookyjiimfanfiction · 4 years

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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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thepatricktreestump · 7 years

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Pinky Promise: a Josh Dun fanfic

Y/N: Okay this might not be factually accurate but again, it’s called (fan)fiction for a reason. But I did have a little fun with the formatting and structure of this one so I hope you like it!!! super fluffy stuff!

emute28 said: Could you do Josh x reader when they were friends when they were little kids and Josh had crush on reader.Josh star touring and some how forgot about reader and they met like after 10 years?:) By the way you are amazing writer :)

*gender neutral, warning: fluff overload lol jk

KINDERGARTEN

“Three, two, one. Ready or not, here I come!” Josh’s voice echoed throughout the house. You giggled, trying to stifle your laughter as you crouched down even lower into the laundry basket, the weight of a sweatshirt draped over your head drooping ever so slightly as to block your vision. It was uncomfortable, but by far, probably one of the best hiding places you’ve picked. Spending time with Josh was one of your favorite past times. Every single day after kindergarten, you’d ride home with Josh and his mom and spend time with him coloring with crayons, eating milk and cookies, or in this case, challenging each other at a game of hide and seek. It wasn’t long before he was shouting your name desperately, sure he had lost you for good. “Y/n! I give up! Please come back!”

“Fine!” your small voice shouted out. You poked your head out of the laundry basket just in time to see him race into the room, panting for breath, desperate expression fading away and replaced by a hopeful one.

“Thank goodness!” he sighed, running over to you and picking you up out of the laundry basket, giggling. “I thought I lost you for good, y/n.”

“Nah,” you shook your head with a smile. “I’m just really good at hiding.”

“Don’t be too good,” he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’d be really lonely without you.”

“I won’t leave you,” you rolled your eyes, picking the sweatshirt up off of your head and tossing it back into the laundry basket. “We’re best friends forever, remember?”

“Pinky promise?” he raised his eyebrows, reaching out his hand and sticking out his pinky.

“Pinky promise,” you grinned, linking his with yours and giving it a good shake. Your kindergarten teacher had taught your class a couple days ago that pinky promises were the most powerful promises there were. Ever since, you and Josh had sealed every deal with a pinky promise. It was like your own little personal handshake.

THIRD GRADE

Everyone was supposed to stay in their seats. Your teacher had specifically told you that you’re not allowed to leave your table. You were all instructed to cut out hearts from the red, pink, and white construction paper, pick up a chocolate and tuck it in between the paper, and write who it was for and who it was from in pretty perfect cursive on the front with a silver marker. So you were probably on your fifth valentine when your best friend Josh came walking over to your table, sitting down beside you with a pink valentine in his lap. “Josh,” you hissed, staring at him. “What are you doing? You’re going to get in trouble! Go back to your seat!”

“I have to give you something,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the piece of paper between his fingers. His brown eyes started up into yours and you forgot about the possibility of getting in trouble for a split second. You looked down at the valentine in his hands and then flickered your eyes back up to his, letting out a soft laugh.

“We’re not allowed to hand them out until tomorrow,” you reminded. “Remember? When Valentine’s Day actually is?”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking around nervously. “I just um, it couldn’t wait.”

“Really?” you looked at him, confused.

“I kind of wanted to tell you a while ago,” he shrugged. “I thought maybe right now would be a good time.”

“Okay,” you decided, watching as he handed you the pink heart and you unfolded it carefully. There, written in his usual all capital letters rather than the loopy fancy cursive, was his words. (Dear y/n, I really like you. I was hoping maybe you liked me too? It’s okay if we stay friends though. I just thought you should know. Xoxo, Josh.) Noticing he had picked out your favorite chocolate from the selection and tucked three pieces in between the pink paper, you smiled before looking up at him again, noticing how scared he was. He was fiddling his thumbs, biting his lower lip, eyes darting around the room anxiously.

“So, um, uh…” he stuttered out, not even able to string together a sentence of words.

“Hey,” you put a hand on his shoulder. “I like you too.”

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “You’re my best friend forever. Remember?”

“Oh,” his face fell. Why did he look so sad? He was your favorite friend. You had just told him this, too. “Yeah. We are.”

“What? Do you think I’m lying?” you tilted your head to the side, frowning. “I really do like you.”

“Pinky promise?” he whispered, eyes still full of uncertainty.

“Pinky promise,” you reassured, hooking his pinky with yours.

“Thank you,” he laughed.

“No problem,” you grinned, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, which surprised him completely. “Now get back to your seat before you get in trouble, silly.”

“Yeah,” he blushed, trying to hide a smile before rushing over back to his seat. Little did you know, it was Josh’s best day of his life yet.

SIXTH GRADE

As soon as the poster for the middle school Winter Wonderland dance was put up, your heart fluttered in your chest. Who the heck was going to take you? You barely even had any friends at your new middle school, and sure, you talked to your best friend Josh still, but mainly because he was just in your neighborhood. You had sort of forgotten about each other ever since middle school started, and grew distant, especially since you went to different schools. So a day before the school dance, absolutely desperate for a date, you nervously walked over to his house, poster clutched in hand. Right as soon as you were about to knock on the door, to your surprise, the door swung open and you backed away, startled. “Oh,” Josh’s eyes went wide, realizing you were right there. The two of you burst into giggles, then he opened the door even wider, his eyes darting to the paper held in your hand as your eyes realized he was holding a paper in his. “Uh, I was just about to head over to your house actually.”

“That’s funny,” you gave a small laugh. “Looks like I beat you to it.”

“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. He looked nervous, the same unsure eyes, lower lip bite, fiddling thumbs, anxious expression on his face. You had known Josh for years, and by now, knew very well he had horrible anxiety. You put a hand on his shoulder, something you’d learned that sort of helped him breathe a little better.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“Uh, you can um, come inside,” he decided, ushering you in and letting you sit on the couch. When you got there, he sat next to you, taking a deep breath before unfolding the piece of paper in his hand and showing you. “So there’s this dance tomorrow and I know I’m sort of asking last minute, but everyone in the grade is going and I don’t really have a date and uh, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me maybe?”

“That’s what I was going to ask,” you chuckled, showing him your poster. “Looks like both of our dances are on the same day.”

“Well uh, maybe we don’t have to go to a dance at all,” he shrugged. “Maybe we can just get some milk and Oreos, come to my house, watch a movie?”

“That sounds a lot better than a school dance,” you admitted. “I don’t really care for social situations. Or dancing. Or people.”

“Me either,” he agreed.

“It’s a plan,” you grinned.

“Pinky promise?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?” you wondered. “Oh gosh, I almost forgot about that.”

“How could you forget?” he chuckled.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “It’s been a while since we’ve hung out I guess.”

“Yeah,” he frowned. “So let’s make up for lost time tomorrow night then?”

“Definitely,” you smiled, hooking your pinky with his. “Pinky promise.”

HIGH SCHOOL Research papers, finals week, the end of the semester, standardized testing, all of it was getting to you. It was four in the morning and you had gone three days now without sleep, your bloodshot eyes staring at a computer screen for who knows how many hours now, the seventh empty cup of coffee sitting beside you, an empty bottle of caffeine pills rolling off the bed, and you just about to lose your mind. If this is how high school was, you couldn’t imagine college. So you brushed off the mess of papers and pencils from off your lap and walked outside, deciding to clear your head on a long walk. You started down your sidewalk, when all of a sudden, you felt something hit you in the back of your head. You did a double take, looking behind you, but finding nothing. Hell, as sleep deprived as you were, you wouldn’t be surprised if you were hallucinating or making things up. You began to walk down the sidewalk again when you felt something hit your back, and you looked behind you to hear a voice whisper your name from… above? Yeah, you must definitely be going insane. But you heard it again. “Y/n! Up here!” You turned around and looked up, blinking twice when you saw Josh outside of his open window, waving at you. “Don’t make me have to throw another eraser at you.”

“Is that what those were?” you scowled, looking at the ground and realizing that indeed, that’s what had caught your attention.

“Come here,” he beckoned. “I’m dying of boredom and I haven’t seen you since sixth grade.”

“Fine,” you complied with a smile.

“I’ll open up the back door,” he decided. You walked over to the backyard of his house and watched as he was waiting at the door, opening it up and ushering you inside, letting you up in his bedroom. When he finally closed the door and you sat beside him on his bed.

“Woah,” you laughed, looking at him.

“What?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You got gages,” you smiled. “And a nose ring.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Yeah. Pretty sick, huh?”

“I think it’s cool,” you nodded. “It’s been a while. What are you up to?”

“Studying,” he groaned, showing you the plethora of textbooks and notebooks that scattered his floor. “Judging by the dark rings around your eyes I’m guessing you’ve been doing the same?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Geez, I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

“I know,” he frowned. “I miss you. A lot.”

“Me too,” you agreed. “Hell, before we know it, we’ll both be in college.”

“That’s a scary thought,” his eyes grew wide. “It feels like just yesterday we were playing hide and seek in kindergarten.”

“I remember those days,” you chuckled. There were a couple seconds of silence before you decided to speak up again. “Hey, are we still going to be best friends after high school? I mean, we don’t talk anymore, and I know we’ve kind of grew distant but-”

“Y/n,” Josh laughed. “Are you crazy? Come on, we’re best friends forever. Remember?”

“Oh yeah,” you rolled your eyes. “Want to pinky promise?”

“Sure,” he giggled, hooking his pinky with yours and giving it a shake before meeting his gaze with yours. “But uh, I think maybe we’re getting a little old for pinky promises.”

“What do you mean?” you wondered, confused.

“I think we should come up with a different way of sealing promises,” he shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe, uh, a little of this?”

“A little of wha- oh woah!” you began to ask when he leaned in to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours and when he pulled away, you were both bright red, wide eyes, staring at each other. “Woah.”

“I really like you,” he whispered.

“Me too,” you gave a nervous smile. “But uh, I think I need to um, get back to studying. I have a research paper due tomorrow and some tests and I just…”

“It’s okay,” he nodded, turning sort of shy, not sure how to react. “Um, good luck.”

“Yeah,” you took a deep breath. “You too.”

Leaving the room, and then the house, walking down the sidewalk, you weren’t sure how to feel. Maybe you overreacted, maybe you should go back and apologize, maybe you should’ve at least kissed him back. It wasn’t like you didn’t like it, fuck, you loved it. You wanted more, but you couldn’t. Josh was your best friend forever, your pinky promise, your childhood crush. It would never escalate to anything more than that, right? You shook those thoughts out of your head, thinking maybe he just wasn’t thinking right, maybe this was just another crazy hallucination, maybe this was just even a dream, or just the sleep deprivation getting to you. Either way, you decided to go home, give up on homework, take a nap, and let all that happened fade away. That was the last time you talked to Josh since graduating college.

AFTER COLLEGE

Not to over exaggerate or anything, but your job actually sucked. After working your ass off in high school, getting a handful of years at college, and earning a degree, you were still stuck in your hometown working at a cheap coffee place making just a little more than minimum wage. You wished you could find a better job, or at least move out, but that costed who knows how much money, and you were still in student debt. It was a slow day, and you grew tired of staring at the empty atmosphere of the hotel, so you decided to get out from behind the counter and take a seat. You snatched a newspaper off the rack, made yourself a cup of coffee, and then sat down, flinging open the newspaper and starting to read. It was just the usual stories. Someone attempted to rob a nearby bank, a local bakery was closing down, there was a house fire a couple miles away, nothing much. You flipped the page, not really sure what to expect, but what you found absolutely blew you away. There he was, on a picture probably bigger than your thumb, memorable shining smile and those adorable squinty eyes, in your town newspaper. You read the headline: “Twenty One Pilots #1 on Top Charts.” Your eyes widened, staring more closely at the newspaper and doing a double take. Sure he looked different, but it was still him.

“Twenty One Pilots, consisting of band members Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun, a musical duo from Columbus, Ohio place number one on the Billboard Top Charts this week,” you read aloud. “Their hit single Stressed Out has soared to the top of the charts and instantly become a worldwide favorite. With their eerie melody, unique lyrics, and strange vibe, the duo’s new album Blurryface has also skyrocketed up the charts, giving them a newfound recognition and reputation within the music industry. With Joseph’s profound delivery of lyrics and Dun’s steady beat on the drums, combined, they create an absolutely irresistible record that will be sure to get you singing along.”

“What are you mumbling about?” one of your coworkers snapped. “You look like you just found the cure for cancer or something.”

“No, no,” you laughed. “Uh, one of my childhood friends, he’s in this band.”

“Twenty One Pilots?” they raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you’re just now hearing about this. They’ve been playing nonstop on the radio for the past couple weeks.”

“I don’t listen to the radio,” you narrowed your eyes.

“They’re on tour right now,” they explained. “If I’m right, they’re coming here in about a week I think. They’re sold out.”

“Shit,” you frowned. “I was hoping to talk to him.”

“Well if you’re friends like you say, just hit him up,” they shrugged. “I’m sure he’d be able to get you in. Which one is he? Tyler or Josh?”

“Josh,” you explained. “We went to elementary school together.”

“Wow, must’ve been a real long time then,” they raised their eyebrows.

“Not really,” you shrugged. “We still talked in high school a little bit.”

“Ah, I see,” they nodded their head slowly. “Well I wish you luck and all, but there’s some stuff that’s got to be done around here. No time for coffee breaks just yet. Just because we don’t have customers doesn’t mean we don’t have cleaning to do.”

“Right,” you sighed. “Just give me a minute, I want to finish this article. Cool?”

“Sure thing,” they decided.

The next couple days, your mind was spinning. You had looked up all you could about this band. In fact, you couldn’t even believe it was real. Although you had sort of forgotten about Josh in college, you hadn’t forgotten about your entire childhood with him. You remembered all the hide and seek games during kindergarten, the constant flirting in grade school, skipping out on the dance and cuddling with a movie in middle school, and even your awkward kiss in high school. You quickly learned about how famous they had become, listened to some of the music, which was actually extremely amazing, and watched a couple interviews. Some things about him had changed. He wasn’t as nervous as he used to be, he had dyed his hair different colors, he had lost the nose ring, and he was definitely more confident and looked happier. But some things about him never changed, such as his sunshine smile, the way his eyes crinkled up when he got happy, his little laugh, the way he stared into space when he was trying to think, the lower lip biting, the small things that made you fall in love with him. Hell, he hadn’t even told you he loved you, and you hadn’t done the same. He probably actually hated you, especially after everything that happened, how you ran away after he kissed you, how you ignored him after all those years, how it was like you just flushed every single pinky promise down the drain.

So you told yourself to forget about him. Even when you heard one of the songs play in the coffee shop, even when his face showed up on the front page of the newspaper, even when you saw a customer come in wearing one of his band’s t-shirts, you told yourself to forget. You forced yourself too. Your insecurities and doubt ate you up, convincing you that he didn’t want to talk to you, that he probably forgot about you a long time ago, how those stupid pinky promises were just figments of your imagination. You prepared yourself for the worst. You thought he’d never talk to you again. You thought he’d forgotten about you. You thought he was officially out of your life. And when you expected it the least, that’s when everything got flipped upside down.

YESTERDAY

As soon as he walked into the coffee shop, you wanted to disappear. Shrink, hide, just plain teleport out of there, anything to keep him from seeing you. It had been so long, and it had ended on such an awkward note, you felt like it would just be extremely strange to talk to him again. Much less, he was famous now. Hell, he probably met so many other people and went so many different places he wouldn’t even remember you. Wasn’t he dating Debby Ryan anyways? Oh right, you weren’t supposed to know that, you just happened to accidentally discover that when you were high key stalking him online. Ugh, sometimes you hated yourself. You were almost about to make a bee line to the drive thru line when your coworker pushed you towards the cash register. “This one’s yours,” they hinted.

“Fine,” you glared at them, turning around and not ready for when you came face to face with him, the only thing separating you being the counter. You swallowed nervously, looking around before meeting his eyes with yours. Ha, and he was supposed to be the one with anxiety. “Welcome to the café. What would you like to order?”

His colorful dyed hair, those dark cocoa brown eyes, the way he wore a backwards snapback, the X-Files tank top, his gages, even the way his lips tugged up at the side and he tilted his head, it made your stomach fill with butterflies. You couldn’t lie, you missed him. He had changed, but he was still Josh. “You don’t remember me?” he frowned, eyes as if they were trying to search for something in yours. “Come on, y/n.”

“It’s been a while,” you sighed.

“It always is,” he rolled his eyes. “These days, anyways.”

“Look at you,” you pointed out. “You’re basically a celebrity now.”

“Me?” he laughed. “Nah, I’m just another dude from Ohio.”

“Sure,” you gave a small smile. “So what would you like to order?”

“I’ll take a black coffee,” he shrugged. “Something simple, you know?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“But more importantly,” he cleared his throat. “I was wondering if maybe I could have dinner with you.”

“With me?” you raised an eyebrow. “Hell, why would you ever want that?”

“Y/n,” he narrowed his eyes. “I’d love that. It’s been so long.”

“Yeah, but I mean, I don’t know. You could literally have dinner with anyone in the entire world you wanted. You’re famous now,” you explained. “Why me?”

“You make it seem like I’m not even human anymore,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on. I’d love to catch up. Isn’t that our thing now? Not talk to each other for a million years and then all of a sudden pick up where we left off?”

“Pick up where we left off?” you repeated. “I believe that was a kiss.”

“Yeah,” he smirked. “It was.”

“You really want to pick up there?” you laughed.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he winked. “No, but really y/n. We should talk.”

“I missed you,” you admitted.

“I always miss you,” he told you. “You’re my best friend forever, remember?”

“How could I forget?” you chuckled. “But hey, how’d Tyler feel about that? It looks like he’s been your replacement best friend lately.”

“You were there before Tyler,” he whispered playfully. “And he’s my best friend. You’re my forever. Don’t forget that.” You both shared a moment of laughter for a second.

“So later, um, is that a dinner or…” your voice trailed off.

“Date?” he finished.

“I’m good either way,” you shrugged. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date though.”

“We never really dated before, have we?” he wondered.

“No,” you shook your head. “We haven’t actually.”

“I think we should give it a shot,” he grinned. “You?”

“I’m up for that,” you agreed. “Later this afternoon work for you?”

“That’s perfect,” he replied. “I’ll see you then.”

“Pinky promise?” you asked, smile curling up on your lips as you reached out your pinky to meet his.

“Pinky promise,” he burst out laughing. “Always and forever.”

TODAY

When you woke up, there were warm arms wrapped around you. The ghost of his lips pressed against your neck, the whisper of his words lingering in your mind, his dark eyes envisioned in your mind as you close yours. You fluttered opened your eyelids and yawned, turning around to face him. He smiled and you frowned. “You’ve been up this entire time?” you scowled.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You’re cute when you snore.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. “Don’t you have a show tonight?”

“Tonight,” he reminded. “I still have the entire morning to spend with you.”

“Won’t Tyler be wondering where you disappeared to?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, he doesn’t need to know,” he reassured. “It’s just you and me right now, y/n.”

“Thank you,” you whispered. “For last night.”

“Anytime,” he smiled. “You know I’m always up for a tub of ice cream, a Disney movie, and a deep conversation.”

“Don’t forget cuddling,” you reminded.

“I never forget cuddling,” he sighed. “Who do you think I am?”

“Hey Josh?” you barely whispered. “Can I tell you something crazy?”

“Well knowing that you’re a crazy person, I assume everything you say is crazy,” he teased.

“Hey!” you giggled, playfully shoving him away. He captured you in his arms, pulling you closer towards him and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Yes, you can tell me anything,” he reassured.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and then opened them, looking into his. There was something you read online once, something about how people’s eyes never change since the day they were born. That’s why babies’ eyes look so big, because their size doesn’t increase or decrease. The eyeball is the only organism that doesn’t grow from birth. It was something peculiar to think about, especially at then at all times and places, but you couldn’t help it. His eyes were something you had fallen in love with the first time you met them. You saw how big and full of concern they grew when he was worried, how they darted around the room when he was nervous, how they grew soft when he was sleepy, how dark and intense they could become when he was concentrated. But most importantly, you loved the way they became all squinty when he smiled. It meant he was happy, and more than anything, you wanted him to be happy. “I know this is long overdue,” you began. “But um…”

“Yeah?” he wondered, looking at you, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.

“I love you,” you told him. “I always have, Josh.”

“Really?” he asked. There was a pause. “Even when you ran away that night? The first time I kissed you? In high school?”

“Even then,” you nodded. “I guess, I don’t know. I was nervous and scared and didn’t know what to do. I was stupid.”

“Like I was in third grade,” he laughed.

“What?” you inquired.

“When I gave you that Valentine card and told you I liked you,” he recalled. “I was so terrified.”

“I remember that,” you chuckled.

“Hey y/n,” Josh cupped your cheek with his hand, gaze caught in yours. “I love you, too. Always have, always will.”

“Pinky promise?” you smirked.

“Pinky promise,” he grinned, both of you linking your pinkies together and giving it a good shake. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a tight hug. “Listen, it doesn’t matter where I am, what I’m doing, or how much time has passed. You’ll always be my best friend forever, kiddo. And I’ll always love you.”

“I missed you so much,” you sighed, closing your eyes tight and getting lost in the embrace. “I promise I won’t run away this time. Think I’m here to stay.”

“Yeah?” he wondered.

“Definitely,” you answered. “I don’t think I would last another million years without talking.”

“Me either,” he admitted. “I think I’m going to keep you for good this time.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. When you pulled away, he let out a small laugh. “What’s that for?”

“I’m just surprised, that’s all,” he shrugged. “You’ve never really been one for a kiss on the lips.”

“Well you said it yourself, remember?” you smiled. “We outgrew pinky promises in high school.”

“We’ll never outgrow pinky promises,” he laughed his eyes. “You know that as well as I do.”

“I guess so,” you joked.

“So um, you said something crazy. My turn?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Sure,” you decided.

“Would it be okay if, I don’t know, we were more than best friends?” he wondered. “Forever?”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Joshua Dun?” you asked.

“It sounds absolutely insane, but we’ve known each other for a little while now, and I know this is only our first actual date, but I want to live my entire life with you, y/n,” he whispered. His voice grew even softer. “I think I want to marry you.”

“Only if you seal it with an official pinky promise,” you decided with a grin.

“Then I pinky promise,” he reassured. “I promise to love you forever and always.”

“Then how could I ever say no?” you smiled.

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