he's just looking out for josh

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So…. I saw this. And I just couldn’t resist. Because I’m a weak, weak human being

Just imagine, when the Paladins come back to earth years later, nobody has a clue how or why a bunch of people that went missing quite some time ago  reappear in giant robot lions out of nowhere. Suddenly both, the missing students from the Galaxy Garrison and the Kerberos crew are back and there’s a giant alien space castle and an alien princess and OMG.

When the media finds out about the Paladins they’re celebrated like rockstars. And since everybody desperately wants to know what happened out there, they’re invited to talk shows and stuff.

And now imagine Keith and Shiro sitting in one of these talk shows, dropping this on their audience because they’re both into memes. A lot. They planned this for weeks.

Also, Keith with undercut is my life now.

ALSO, Lance nearly got a heart attack watching this on TV. “MEMES, HUNK! HE USES MEMES!!! HE NEVER TOLD ME! MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE! HUNK!!! JUST LOOK WHAT HE DID!!! THAT SNEAKY LITTLE-”

….. also: wedding rings. Hell yeah.

hello confirmation that cyrus turning around was intentionally to show that he likes jonah!! can i just point out that they are clapping and cheering! i have never been this happy, i mean, look at them. look at josh. look at asher. listen to peyton. listen to everyone in the room. they support it. they are just as excited about this as we are. this is happening people & i couldn’t be happier!!

Main points from Afterbuzz interview

Spoiler warning for season 4!

So Afterbuzz TV sat down with Lauren Montgomery, Joaquim Dos Santos and Jeremy Shada to review episodes 1 and 2 as well as discuss the season as a whole. Here’s a summary :)

*Note: a lot of this is paraphrased since I was taking notes as I was listening, but it’s as true to what was said as physically possible

  • About Keith (and Shiro):
    • Last season was a lot about building Keith’s confidence as a leader and then immediately he steps out of the role. Joaquim says Keith has always been reluctant to be in the leader position
    • Lauren says we have a situation where we have one paladin too many, something’s gotta give. Had Shiro stayed gone Keith would’ve absolutely stayed put, but with Shiro back Keith feels like he can’t fill those shoes, so he’s kinda pulling back to sort of force Shiro to step back in
    • Lauren is responsible for the Shiro & Keith cameo in the background of the Holt final photos before the Kerberos launch
    • Lauren calls Shiro Keith’s “guiding light”
    • Lauren says Shiro is going to have a “lot of development” 
    • Jeremy teases more backstory 
  • About Matt:
    • The fakeout at Matt’s grave was Joaquim’s idea
    • Steve Ahn’s birthday made it into the graveyard scene as Matt’s wrong birthday (or perhaps the coordinates? wasn’t clear)
    • Jeremy says he watched the graveyard scene not knowing anything since he wasn’t in that episode, and even he believed it for a second, despite Matt’s VA being around a lot to record lines
    • Lauren says she still gets affected and she’s known since day one that Matt will be back (”and he’s gonna be a rebel and he’s gonna be an action star!”)
    • Matt is a huge dork. He had to grow and evolve to survive but at the heart of it he’s still Pidge’s dork of a brother 
    • Matt was the only person Pidge could relate to growing up because she was way too smart for everyone else in her class, smarter even than her own teacher, so she had no one except her brother. And then he kinda left her behind, not intentionally or in a mean sense but still
    • Matt got into the Garrison on brainpower and he isn’t as powerful as some other characters. He very much fights like someone who isn’t a big guy (speed not strength)
  • About Lance:
    • Lance is all about being in the spotlight. The Voltron shows are everything he’s been waiting for
    • Jeremy says it was fun playing those more lighthearted episodes after the more serious growing and maturing from last season
    • Lance has a lightheartedness to him; Jeremy says that’s his favourite part of playing him
    • Lauren jokes that it’s all Jeremy’s fault cause he’s so good at playing Lance and if you’re mad that Lance is funny all hatemail goes to Jeremy
    • Joaquim says it’s tough with so many characters, but reiterates that every person will have their time in the spotlight
    • Regarding Lance’s pep talk to Allura at the end of the season, Lance knows when someone needs to step up, he’s a really good team player. He loves being the center of attention but he’s also able to pull back. Jeremy says the team is like a family now, and it’s that respect and care and love for everyone on the team that lets Lance be confident in saying stuff like “I know you can do this, it’s all you” as opposed to something like “I think I can do something!”
    • Lauren points out that Lance started in the blue lion which is a support lion, holds Voltron up, and he’s since graduated to the right hand which is like the ultimate support to the head. It’s a good indication of what’s beneath the surface, he’s really good at knowing everyone’s strengths, good team player
    • Joaquim adds that if you look deeper, Lance comes from a big family, and within the family dynamic he was probably very much that guy. But to people outside the family he wants to be seen as front and center
    • Jeremy says Lance is going to continue to grow, building on the more serious moments from this season and the one before. Lance becomes “a voice of reason” soon
  • About Lotor:
    • Lauren is to blame for Lotor dislocating his shoulder. They wrote themselves into a bit of a corner with that; they knew he had to get away but how? It’s not like he could drive with his mouth or pick the lock, the space cuffs don’t have locks. Joaquim says everyone cringed just looking at Lauren’s storyboards for that scene without even sound or anything
    • Lauren says Lotor is genuinely intelligent and we’ll eventually learn things about him “like maybe he’s not SUPER backstabby?”
    • [both Joaquim and Lauren are very tight lipped on Lotor backstory and relationship with Honerva etc]
  • Voice cast trivia: 
    • Josh Keaton voices Regris
    • Whenever there’s an extra lady voice it’s usually Kimberly Brooks or Cree Summer
    • Lauren recalls one amazing blooper when Rhys Darby (Coran) just got so frustrated with a line he cussed them out. Joaquim and Jeremy add that Rhys has this amazing way that he abandons a line, where he’ll just go dadadadada–awwh (“he deflates”). To be fair Rhys gets a lot of the hardest and most technical lines
    • Andrea Romano (the show’s retired voice director) did the robot voice at Matt’s grave–she has a tradition of doing computer voices (she was the batmobile for a long time)–and she also has done the Castleship’s voice as well as some helmet translations
    • Te-Osh was voiced by Lacey Chabert who does Nyma. She has a naturally high voice so they pitched her down for Te-Osh and found it turned out amazing
    • John DiMaggio voiced lieutenant Ozar as well as the bounty hunter and the illegal arms dealer from Reunion (There’s a cute story with Christine Bian–backgrounds and props supervisor–who is a huge Futurama fan so she came in the day John was recording and he was super nice and signed her things and as he left she yelled “Bender we love you!” and you hear down the hall “shut up baby I know it”)
  • The Blade of Marmora feel the most responsibility out of anyone to do whatever they can against the Galra given it’s their culture and they want to prove to everyone that they’re willing to go as far as it takes to right the wrongs, which unfortunately often leads to BoM operatives being not very long-lived
  • Joaquim says the grey alien from the mall goes to Earth every now and then for a round of abductions and then he resells everything, which is how he got all the game systems and Kaltenecker, etc
  • Pidge was determined to play her game and within a few months she had gathered everything to jury rig it so it’d work, and then of course Lance in typical Lance fashion jacked her game system the same way he jacked her headphones
    • The pixel artist they got to do the game is Michael Azzi, based in Brussels, and he came up with most of it on his own (that boss move at the end where the shot rotates was all his idea)
  • Any time the show goes Full Anime (the Kaltenecker scene, Matt and Allura’s meeting) it’s usually Steve Ahn’s doing
    • Joaquim says go watch Matt and Allura’s meeting in Japanese
  • The Voltron Show episode was very much their Ember Island Players episode. Joaquim says there’s a bit of a disconnect, that it was first and foremost an episode for them internally to come to terms with a lot of stuff, whereas a lot of people are saying “oh they’re speaking directly to us [the fans]” but that’s not the case. They’ve been thinking about this since a long time ago. Lauren says it was written and in production long before the fandom
  • Lauren would’ve loved to get to know the rebels a bit better and give Olia a proper introductions but just no time
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It’s not just taking something that’s drawn and making it real. It’s that characters now have to be filled in, in an emotional way. So for example, the most obvious would be LeFou. He’s sort of a punching bag. And that is just not credible in live-action, to have Josh Gad getting punched every ten seconds. - Bill Condon  

There’s a lot of crazy physical comedy that I don’t necessarily think translates to this version of the film. So it was about figuring out, how do we change things up? How do we make him more human? That came with a question of conscience for me. This idea of false worship, what does that look like? If a guy who he’s admired for all these years without questioning is doing things that he has to bring into question. I think that, that creates conflict, and that creates for a more interesting, three-dimensionalized version of this character. - Josh Gad

Shiro/Lance interactions I’d like to see in future seasons:
  • Shiro laughing at one of Lance’s bad jokes/pick-up lines before he can catch himself (preferably while Keith is present, so he can shoot him a “I’m so disappointed in you” look ;p).
  • Shiro telling Lance a corny joke of his own, completely deadpan. Lance just stares at him for a moment before going, “Did you just make a joke?” and positively beaming.
  • Lance calling Shiro out on his tendency to internalize his pain and isolate himself rather than talking about it – “Just because you’re our leader doesn’t mean you don’t need help sometimes.”
  • Shiro realizing that Lance recognized this tendency bc he deals with his negative emotions in a similar fashion (seriously, this is one of the biggest things they have in common imo – we see it with Lance when he runs off to cry alone after getting homesick, and with Shiro when he waits for everyone to leave before letting out his frustration at Sendak).
  • Shiro and Lance bonding over the fact they were both international (or first-gen?) members of the Galaxy Garrison.
  • A scene where Lance tells Shiro he’s his hero.
  • Shiro getting to see more of Lance’s serious side.
  • Shiro accidentally revealing his dorky/less serious side one day and Lance being absolutely delighted (totes inspired by Josh Keaton saying Shiro likes memes but would never tell Lance).
  • Like just imagine Shiro delivering a very poignant speech before a battle one day, and when it cuts to everyone else’s faces they’re all smiling softly, looking inspired….except for Lance, who’s grinning like his birthday just came early. “Dude did you just quote [Generic Cheesy Sci-Fi Action Film]?! My favorite movie of all time?!”
  • More of these fond looks from Shiro when Lance is goofing around:
“Will I be the lead?” || Finn Wolfhard

Request: none

Characters: Finn Wolfhard x reader, Wyatt, Josh, Jake

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Finn is back home and has some time to spend with his friends. Talking on rooftops, skating on the streets and sleepovers in the gardens.

A/N: In terms of this storyline, Finn and Wyatt have known each other for a while and all characters became a friendship group

Finn was finally back home after filming for over a year; he hadn’t seen his friends in that space of time until now. He got into his house to find Josh sat at the dining table eating leftover pizza from the Wolfhard’s fridge. He turned and smiled, mouth full, and waved as he got up quickly. He engulfed Finn into a hug and as he did, Finn noticed Wyatt sat with Jake. The two came and joined the hug, creating a large group hug. Finn stood looking around slightly.

“(Y/N) will be round later,” Wyatt said. “She has some things to do,” Finn nodded, somewhat embarrassed that Wyatt knew exactly who he was looking for.

The guys all sat around and talked for ages, mostly about nothing in particular, just general nonsense. They were all sat outside in front of Finn’s house on the front porch: Jake and Wyatt sitting in a swing seat, whilst Finn and Josh sat on chairs opposite.

“Yeah, but hypothetically speaking, you can’t just take it out of its shell, like it would kill it,” Wyatt spoke seriously, even though the subject they were discussing was completely random. The others nodded in agreement, humming like the topic was an actual debate of some sort.

Finn stroked his chin. “Yes but if it was then covered in, let’s say, the armour then it would be protected even more and it wouldn’t die, because it would replace the shell,” Josh clicked his fingers and nodded vigorously.

“No the bones of it are attached to it, it would destroy it then bleed to death,” Wyatt elaborated. “Armour would then make it worse and it would already be dead,” he said.

“If it’s attached,” Josh said. “Then why can they retract into their shells?”

“For this particular topic,” Finn said, sounding like he was from a posh and upper class area. “I’m going to say it wouldn’t kill it because this is complete fantasy, not reality,” everyone laughed.

“Fine,” Wyatt rolled his eyes jokingly. “But it’s able to retract because it’s the limbs of it, it has space in its shell to just go into itself.”

They were still sat on the front porch, when they noticed (Y/N) skate over. She stopped, picked up her board and then made her way up to the guys. Finn’s face instantly lit up, the two ran to each other, instantly hugging. The other guys shared glances with one another and then with Finn’s brother who was stood inside the house, but was definitely watching.  

“You got taller,” she laughed as she now had to look up at him slightly. “I’m pissed,” he shrugged, laughing along with her. He couldn’t help but think why she had her beanie covering the entirety of her head, showing no hair apart from one tiny strand which he could’ve sworn was an odd colour.

“I haven’t skated in a while,” he said, referring to her board. “Do you mind if we do?” he asked, everyone else was up for it.

                                                          ***

“Your balance is better than it was,” she laughed. “You’re actually good now,” he looked at her and smiled.

“Learnt from the master,” he pointed in front of him towards Josh. “Which would be him,” She flicked Finn’s forehead and he pretended to be injured.

“Such a baby,” she rolled her eyes and skated away from him, causing him to get back on his board and follow her jokingly. He had one arm out in front and the other on his chest.

“Breaking my heart,” he said which made everyone laugh. They all started to skate towards (Y/N)’s house, which was where Finn’s parents now were.

Finn’s parents were close with (Y/N)’s, which was why Finn and her were as close as they were. They all stumbled into the house, heading straight for her room. Josh threw himself on her bed, Jake following suit, Wyatt took a beanbag chair whilst Finn took her desk chair. She sat on the floor, like she usually would whenever they were altogether as a group.

“The sunset is so nice,” (Y/N) said, looking out at the sky through the window. Everyone hummed in agreement.

“Remember when Wyatt almost fell off the roof?” Jake spoke up, barely able to get his words out through laughter. “Cracked me up so much.”

“Those times we’d sit on the roof and just make fake answers to actual questions,” She said, also barely audible through laughter. “I miss those times.”

“Let’s do it now, then,” Finn suggested, spinning around on the chair. Nobody had taken notice that he’d been doing it as soon as he sat down, more than likely the 10th time he’d spun around. “Why reminisce about doing it when we could just do it now?” He stood up, stumbling slightly with dizziness. He held out his arms and stayed still, “I’m all good.”

She opened the windows and one by one, they all crawled out the window to sit on the roof. All were laughing, talking about anything that came to mind, yet again nonsense. Finn’s eyes kept diverting to her unintentionally, which Josh had picked up on.

“Okay, okay,” she laughed. “But I know what I know,” she shook her head, stomach aching from laughing.

“Which is nothing?” Josh asked, causing her to reach over Finn and hit his leg. “You kneeded permission to do that,” you looked at him emotionless, whilst Finn sat laughing. Finn was finding anything and everything funny that night on the rooftop.

“I’ve done legitimate research,” Jake said, speaking with a serious tone. “There are a couple of things you don’t understand- also the world is flat,” he interrupted himself with his statement. Josh squealed a trailed ‘what?’ as Finn just stared from Jake to her and then back to Jake.

“And the moon landing was fake,” Wyatt pointed out. She raised her eyebrows in amusement.

Josh piped up, “Dude, I’m just glad that people are, like, being straight up with me for once, because I’ve never heard any of this shit,” everyone laughed.She patted his back in a joking comfort. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink, anyone want anything?” She said, everybody shook their head, carrying on with their discussion, as she climbed back into the house through the window, heading downstairs. She went to the fridge and pulled out a Coke can. She took off her beanie, the hat that had been covering the entirety of her hair, and she placed the hat neatly on the dining table. She made her way back upstairs and as she walked into the room, Josh turned round from the roof. Widened eyes, he turned back round to the others. She climbed through and joined them in the place where she was originally sat.

“Oh, wow, you’re hair, it matches the sky,” Finn smiles, chuckling at his own statement, speaking softly. The sky at that very moment was a pink colour, something that happened at sunset. “I like it, it suits you.” All she could do is smile back, stroking her hair in flattery. Finn then kept making eye contact with each of the other guys, almost questioning if they knew she’d dyed her hair whilst he was away. It wasn’t a big deal to him but it had surprised him.

The group had eventually come down from the roof and were now in her back garden, putting up a tent. Finn and (Y/N) were planning to camp out in her garden for the night, after much begging to their parents. The guys had offered to help, knowing full well that the two of them putting it up together would take them until morning.

“No you need to give me that pole,” Wyatt shouted over to Josh who was stood opposite. “No, the other one,” Josh kept purposely picking up the wrong one, just to frustrate him. “Yes, thank you,” he caught the pole and attached it.

“It’s feeding time,” Jake said eagerly, referring to the part of pushing the poles through the material, which would keep the tent up and in place.

“I’ve already eaten,” Josh said seriously, everyone stopping and turning to him, hoping to see some evident look on his face that he was joking. They all found nothing. “I’m joking,” he reassured everyone.

Soon enough, the tent was up and secure. They’d all helped with sorting out the inside as well. The other guys had left after giving their goodbyes to the two friends and their families, who were sat inside. Finn and (Y/N) went inside to grab food, and then came back out to go into the tent.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said, breaking the silence. “About a year, you look good, though.”

“So do you,” the two laughed at their conversation. “We sound like 35 year olds,” she nodded as she laughed.

“Yeah who lost touch after a break up and just reunited.”

“Oddly specific, but pretty movie-like,” Finn took a bite out of the chocolate bar in his hand.

“I love movies,” she said. “I wanna make some one day.”

“Will I be the lead?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

“Obviously, no one else would even need to audition, it’d be yours automatically,” she furrowed her eyebrows in a pretend ‘duh’ tone.

“What kind of film would it be?” He loved hearing her ideas for films or shows, he always admired her creativity which is why he was so interested in watching other directors do their jobs. It wasn’t always for his benefit, but for hers.

“I’m thinking an indie road trip,” She said, putting her arms out in front of her, acting as if there were a screen there as she paced out the words. “Pastel colouring, emotive music-“ She listed, tapping her fingers as she counted.

“Maybe some love?” he wiggled his eyebrows causing her to laugh.

She shook her head. “All platonic.”

“I love you,” Finn laughed. She smiled. “Always have this thing about you, you have such a creative mind, and I love it. This is why we’re friends,” He kept a constant eye contact, almost wanting her to believe he was telling the truth. “Talking about creativity, why’d you dye your hair?”

“I’ve always wanted to,” she explained, becoming self-aware. “I don’t really know, rebellious, I guess,” she shrugged. “I missed you,” she changed the subject.

“I missed you too,” his smile faded to him biting the inside of his lip. “But all you have to do is watch me in shit and you’ll be okay,” he tried making her feel better.

“I literally cried at stranger things two, dude,” she laughed, almost immediately regretting saying it, but her mouth was speaking before her mind could process the words needed. “It just reminded me of you coming back, you know? Emphasises how much you miss someone. This place isn’t the same without you.”

“Really?” he asked, surprised. He had thought that she would’ve been off doing things with new people or having more fun lately. “How so?” He was intrigued.

“People are so boring, they never want to do things like what we do. They don’t get me the way that you do, nobody has ever gotten me like you do.” Finn smiled.

“You’re a pretty hard person to understand,” he joked. “That’s why we get along so well.”

“How long are you here for?” she asked, lying on top of her sleeping bag. Finn copied, lying on his in the opposite direction. The two were top and tailing, Finn occasionally putting his foot on her face which caused her to tickle the underneath to get him to move it.

“I’ve got some interviews,” he explained, staring at the top of the tent. “So maybe two days?” he could hear her sigh. He instantly changed the subject as he noticed the raindrops on the tent material. “I remember you tried to convince everyone in our class that raindrops were God’s tears,” They both laughed. He sat up, eyes fixated on the droplet, and flicked the tent which caused the raindrop to fall.

“You’re so interested in the strangest of things,” she said before she was quickly eager to flick an oddly shaped droplet. The two spent the next few minutes focused on the raindrops, neither speaking but only giggling at their actions.

They both then sat back down, facing each other. “We’re such kids,” she shook her head, laughing to herself.

“Who says that’s a bad thing?” Finn questioned rhetorically. “I mean, it’s not like we’re 20 year olds, we’re kids. Can’t grow up too fast,” she was in awe of his mind-set. A part of her couldn’t wait to grow up and be independent, but being around Finn always influenced her to stay grounded. “So have you met anyone?” he jokingly asked, but was also somewhat serious.

“You know me, Finn,” she shrugged, speaking with a posh accent, “I don’t meet people. What about you?”

“Oh no no,” he copied her with the posh accent, “I try to stay focused on my career and my school career,” he chuckled, an arrogant and posh tone. “I don’t see the point because I have my time to find someone, I am just a kid so,” she tried not to laugh.

“Why, that’s because you feel whole, Sir,” she said, again a seriousness hidden within the words.

“I feel whole?” he asked, still keeping the joke going. She nodded.

“Yes, like you have something to fill up the gaping hole of emptiness,” Both stopped laughing and Finn had now caught on that she was being serious.

“And you have this gaping hole?” He asked her, concern evident in his voice and no accent this time, feeling slightly sad that his friend was feeling this way.

She didn’t speak for a few seconds, her mind functioning to find the right thing to say. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “I mean, I have my insecurities and times where I feel like I need someone to make me feel real, which is crazy because I’m not even that old,” she laughed slightly, humourless but filled with embarrassment. Hearing herself say it she thought it sounded stupid.

“Well, you’re amazing and you don’t need anyone for you to know that,” he smiled, attempting to give comfort and reassurance. “Apart from me of course,” she smiled back this time. “And if you’re gonna be with anyone it’s obviously going to be with me,” he said, not really thinking.

“Finn don’t,” she said quietly.

“What?” he asked, worried.

“Just,” she sighed, “Don’t.”

“Did I say something wrong?” she shook her head. “I did, didn’t I?” She shook her head again. “You’ve gone all quiet, I obviously have,” he became frustrated both at her lack of talking and at himself for not knowing what he’d done.

“Now we really do sound like 35 year old exes,” she muttered, causing Finn to laugh. “I’m sorry, I just had a bit of a moment,” she shook herself and Finn copied, almost mimicking her in a comforting way.

“It’s okay,” he said, giving a slight side smile. “I understand.”

Finn and (Y/N)’s mums had come out to check on the two when they overheard parts of their conversations, they decided to walk back in, sharing a hand to the chest and mouthing the word ‘aww’. They were in the kitchen, (Y/N)’s mum making some tea whilst Finn’s sat at the kitchen counter.

“It’s nice to see them together again,” Finn’s mum spoke up. “He was talking non-stop about her and how he wanted time with everyone,” (Y/N)’s mum rested against the counter by the kettle opposite.

“I couldn’t agree more,” she smiled. “She’s been down lately,” she explained, sighing slightly. “School is becoming some sort of chore, she’s really not enjoying herself here at all. I don’t know how to help, it’s really difficult.”

Finn’s mum was always close to (Y/N)’s and with any situation, she was eager to help out. She was always there for advice and to take over if it ever got too much. She walked round and hugged her. “You know you can always talk to me.”

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“Yeah but if the chicken was to run away, then what would you do?” She asked Finn, raising her eyebrows as she threw the small bouncy ball towards him. He caught it, threw it between his hands a couple of times as he thought. He looked upwards, something he did when he was concentrating and was deep in thought. He stopped, looked to her and pointed with the ball still in hand.

“Um, I,” He stopped, shaking his head and retreating from what he was about to say. He copied his actions as before: looking up and throwing the ball between his hands. He sighed. “You make this too difficult, (Y/N).” they both laughed. Finn threw the ball back to her, she caught it after 4 tries of catching as she unintentionally bounced it to try and keep it in her hand. Finn began to laugh hysterically, falling on his back and clapping. She threw the ball at him.

“Shut up,” she whined. “Stop laughing at me,” he started to roll around, still laughing and unable to stop. He then sat up, holding his stomach and gradually stopping from laughing.

“You make me laugh so much,” he said, smiling and holding the ball.

“What by me embarrassing myself?” She pretended to be offended. “That’s just hurtful.”

“No,” he said plainly. He was running over the right words in his head. “Just- Just you being you,” he put the ball down. She picked up a packet of twizzlers, pulled one out and began to eat it. “You’re the best person I’ve ever met and will ever meet, no doubt about it. I talk about you all the time, man,” She choked on the sweet, coughing then swallowing it again.

“Oh Jesus,” she said, hand on chest. “Sorry,” he waved her off then started to pat her back to make sure she was okay. “I just thought that you kinda forgot about me- well not forgot but like just didn’t really think about me.”

He widened his eyes and shook his head vigorously. He moved back to where he was sat, opposite you. He had his legs up, his hands intertwined with each other and rested them around his knees. “You’re always on my mind,” he laughed. “So much it’s come naturally to just think about you and for everyone on sets to groan if I even start to say your name,” She smiled, biting the inside of her mouth.

“That means a lot,” she said. “I think about you too.”

“Good otherwise this would be awkward,” he laughed, the two hugged. It was a much more sentimental hug, the type where you knew that you wouldn’t see someone for a while so you wanted to get the most feeling from it. It was quite a long hug, almost as if the two hadn’t realised they were still hugging and as if time itself was going slowly.

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@ateliefloresdaprimavera

i had a dream that i went to see the book of mormon with the current bway cast but everytime cunningham went offstage he was just. replaced with a different actor from another production every single time and nic looked so confused

this was especially obvious in you and me but mostly me where we had josh gads sweet nasally tone until the curtain came down on him and then out of nowhere aj holmes’ “MY BEST FRIEND” broke the house speakers. nic looked like he was going to cry

anonymous asked:

random question but why do a lot of people claim twenty one pilots are homophobic?

on the day the scotus ruled that same sex marriage was now legal in the us, lots of celebrities tweeted “#lovewins” or something short of the sort. neither tyler nor josh were active on twitter that day, which i think is kinda par for the course for them since they dont usually post a lot. so people started to get curious and pester them when no hashtag or whatever was posted. they got lots of hounding for their silence

and then tyler posted this:

and people freaked out because they interpreted it as homophobic, bc he talked abt “not being strong enough” to “carry weight” - they interpreted it as him not caring at all abt lgbt rights. but i think its clear here that tyler is not intending to be homophobic. he is condemning the fact that celebrities are emptily tweeting “#lovewins” and nothing else - its like “here lemme tweet this hashtag real quick to virtue signal on social media while not actually doing anything to support lgbt ppl.” thats what tyler doesnt approve of. also, hes clearly supportive of the scotus decision. “any day where love defeats hate” - that really doesnt sound like the descriptor that a homophobe would use. 

also heres a wild idea,,, a Krazy Koncept™,,, u can celebrate and support something without posting abt it on social media??? im p sure i didnt post anything abt it that day, and im literally gay

so thats why he didnt tweet something short and empty. but he also makes it clear that he didnt relaly know what to say. bc he doesnt have as much experience talking abt lgbt stuff as he does with, like, mental illness and the like. he acknowledges that as a straight (unfortunately…he cant marry me) person, he isnt really familiar w lgbt issues and how to talk abt them. hes saying that he would rather tweet something that means more than just a hashtag, but he is not sure what he would say. and yeah the wording was a little weird. but hes basically saying that hes growing and changing and has a lot to learn. which is a good thing for people to acknowledge. 

also, this doesnt really look like something a homophobe would post:

and tyler and josh have expressed support for lgbt fans before! they stated in a 2014 ish interview that one of the most meaningful and memorable fan moments they had was that a fan came up to them with his family and dcame out as gay for the first time. and that it was incredible for them to be there to witness it and give him the courage to come out. thats like. wow. so i think ppl accusing tyler and josh of homophobia are jumping to some incredible conclusions

(p.s. ive almost never met a straight tøp fan,,, you would think a homophobic band wouldnt have a fandom thats like 90% lgbt+)

Grammys: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Sorry this one’s kinda short, I just did a little drabble (but it’s longer than a series chapter) let me know if you want a part two maybe and I’ll whip something up ok love you guys!!! And btw some of these requests I’ve been getting lately are super amazing I love em I love you xoxo

Anonymous said:
Hi! Can I request a josh dun x reader where they’re at the Grammys and Josh goes with her and he is very happy to show her girlfriend to the world? Please 😁

*female reader

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you examined your dress, your makeup, your hair, everything about you. You had to look perfect. There would be millions of people watching you, eyes fixed on you, giving you the title of the girlfriend belonging to the one and only Joshua William Dun of Twenty One Pilots. And completely honest, you were not ready at all. Josh was handsome and hot and talented and famous and you were, well, you. Your smile faded away as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to take a deep breath and search for that lost self-confidence, closing your eyes and beginning to tell yourself you looked just fine when you felt two arms wrap around you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before resting on your shoulder and whispering in your ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous, y/n,” Josh murmured quietly before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “Damn I don’t think I’m going to let you leave the house looking like that.”

“Whatever,” you giggled, turning around and looking up at him, both of you sharing a rather passionate kiss. When you pulled away, you stared into your eyes. “Really? I look okay?”

“Okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You sure?” you insisted.

“I swear,” he chuckled. “Gosh, I have to give it to Jenna, you do look really amazing in yellow.” It had been Tyler’s idea for the two of you to wear bright yellow dresses to match Josh’s new hair. While you seemed a little skeptical at first, Jenna insisted, saying it complimented your eyes, and even dragged you out to a shop for the day to go searching for the perfect one for you.

“The dress looks like Belle’s from Beauty and the Beast,” you nodded, twirling around in it once, the fabric flowing around your legs and Josh’s smile grew even wider.

“Exactly,” he grinned. “You’re a princess.”

“More like the beast,” you teased.

“Oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes, pulling you into a huge hug. “I’m not lying when I say you look like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re too kind,” you smirked. “Now come on. Let’s hurry over there and kick butt! I bet you’re going to win more than one!”

“We’re lucky if we win one,” he laughed. “But I agree, we should head over.”

When you were both driving to the venue, you could feel something was off. Josh kept biting his lower lip, knuckles turning white because he was clenching the steering wheel too hard, or constantly darting his eyes around nervously. “You okay, babe?” you raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Huh?” he whipped his head around to look at you when he reached a stop light. “I’m okay.”

“You look nervous as hell,” you softened your eyes.

“I am,” he admitted. “I’m scared to death.”

“Don’t worry,” you soothed. “You look amazing, your music sounds amazing, and you guys are amazing. I know you’ll win.”

“Yeah, but everyone will be staring at me,” he mumbled. “A million eyes all watching me if I go up on that stage. Even if I don’t. I have this bright yellow hair and these gages and-”

“And they’re all tiny reasons that add up to why I love you,” you reminded.

“I feel like I’m going to look like a fool,” Josh whispered. “I mean, I already do in this tuxedo and bowtie.”

“Don’t say that,” you argued. “You look like Prince Charming. Perfect for a princess like me, right?”

“Right,” he smiled. “I just don’t want to mess up.”

“Sometimes I wish I could just punch your anxiety in the face,” you frowned.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Me too.”

“Look sweetie, you’re going to do absolutely amazing,” you reassured. “And besides, I’ll be right there beside you. Got it?”

“Definitely,” he nodded, turning into a parking spot. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Gosh, I can’t even believe we got this far.”

“I’m so proud of you guys,” you beamed.

“We’re just two guys from Columbus, Ohio. We were literally just playing in front of handfuls of people in a basement and now we’re selling out Madison Square Garden, being televised nationally, and now we have a chance at winning a Grammy. That’s absolutely insane,” he sighed, parking the car and staring at you. “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“I’m so happy for you,” you kissed him on the lips. “Ready to add another accomplishment to that long list?”

“You bet,” he agreed.

When you arrived, there was already plenty of people there. Luckily, you hadn’t spotted anyone else wearing such a bold shade of yellow, and it made you excited and happy. It wasn’t long before a teenage boy was running up to Josh, huge smile plastered on his face. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if maybe I could get an autograph, please?” he wondered, grinning up at Josh. “I’ve been listening to your music for years. I’m a huge fan.”

“Absolutely,” Josh nodded, receiving the marker and piece of paper he handed him.

“So who’s this lucky lady?” the boy asked.

“Oh, y/n?” Josh laughed, tugging you right at his side and wrapping an arm around your waist. “This is my lovely girlfriend.”

“Sweet,” the boy grinned. “She’s very pretty.”

“Isn’t she?” Josh beamed. “You know, before we came here she was being all flustered acting like she didn’t look good in this dress. Can you believe that?”

“Josh,” you turned red, stifling a chuckle.

“You guys are the perfect couple,” the boy laughed. “Thanks so much for the autograph, Josh.”

“No problem,” he reassured. He ran away happily and you slapped Josh on the arm.

“Why’d you say that?” you joked.

“What? Say that you’re beautiful?” he raised an eyebrow. “Because you are.”

“Flirt,” you smirked. “Come on, let’s go look for Jenna and Tyler.”

“Wait! Joshua Dun!” an interviewer raced up to the two of you, microphone in hand, a camera crew following close behind. “My name is Stacey. I’m a reporter here tonight, I was wondering if you would be open to sharing about the lovely lady you brought with you tonight possibly? She isn’t a familiar face, but she definitely will be remembered after tonight. That’s a lovely dress dear.”

“Thanks,” you blushed.

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Josh presented you and thrust out his hands, waving them up and down as if he was selling a product or showing a prize on a gameshow. “She’s the only award I need tonight.”

“How sweet,” Stacey gushed. She shook Josh and your hand and then grinned back at the camera. “Look at these two love birds.”

“Love birds indeed,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “But I think it’s time for us to fly away now.”

“Oh yes, you two run along. I think Tyler and Jenna are over by the red carpet,” she informed. “Good luck tonight!”

“Thanks so much,” Josh responded, linking his arm with yours and plastering on a smile. “Come on my little chickadee, we’ve got a lot more stuff to do before we win that Grammy.”

“Chickadee?” you giggled. “You’re awfully cheerful now.”

“I’ve got good vibes,” he shrugged. “Oh look! There’s Tyler and Jenna!”

“Where?” your eyes instantly darted around in search of the matching bright yellow, and when you saw her, your face lit up. “Goddammit she looks like a Queen.”

“You look better,” he whispered in your ear with a sly smile as you approached them both. You were about to protest but Josh was already unlinking his arm from yours, engulfing Tyler in a huge hug, and Jenna approached you with a huge grin.

“Oh my goodness gracious, y/n!” Jenna exclaimed. “You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale, sweetheart.”

“Me?” you laughed. “Look at you!”

“She looks smoking,” you could hear Tyler whisper to Josh. “I could barely breathe when she walked out of the bedroom.”

“I know, same here,” Josh agreed in a low murmur. “She didn’t even notice me staring at her from the doorway. Dude, I was floored.”

“I don’t know but I think we should start doing more of these Grammy things if they’re going to look as hot as this,” Tyler teased.

“Hey!” Jenna snapped, giving him a playful tug on the ear. “You boys should work on your whispering skills. We can hear everything.”

“Then that just means you’ll know how much we think you look so freaking sexy tonight,” Tyler smirked, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her closer. “Right, babe?”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes, planting her lips on his for a kiss. A couple flashes went off and Josh chuckled.

“Come on guys,” he laughed. “Let’s keep the PDA to a minimum.”

“Shut up,” Tyler narrowed his eyes when he pulled away from the kiss, squeezing Jenna’s hand before letting go. “I bet you guys are going to be all over each other by the time we sit down.”

“It’s the Grammys,” Josh argued. “We have to be well behaved.”

“Well behaved,” Tyler scoffed. “Like that’s something we know how to do.”

“You’re being so silly,” Jenna sighed.

“Just wait until we take our pants off,” Tyler winked. “Then it will get real.”

“What?” you and Jenna both exclaimed at the same time.

“Nothing,” Tyler reassured. “Just a joke.”

“It better be,” Jenna warned.

“Sure…” Josh smirked, leaving both of you curious of what the hell that meant.

Quickly : Jack Maynard Smut

(y/n is really close with conor but one night when he’s asleep she goes into the bathroom to find his horny brother)


You and Conor first met on a tinder date. At first you really fancied him, and over the last few months you have both taken it slow but have gotten really close. You have both discussed your commitment issues and Conor totally agrees. You would love to be a in a relationship with Conor, you really would, but you love the freedom of being single. You were a very sexual person and so you have many one night stands. The first time you and Conor had sex was after a night out together – it was such an amazing feeling to finally relieve all of the sexual tension that had been building up between the two of you. Lets just say you honestly struggled to walk the next day.

To be honest, yours and Conor’s relationship was a bit complicated. You were basically together, but sometimes you did get with other people. It did annoy you when Conor had sex with other girls because you did really like him – the jealousy would always bubble through your body yet you couldn’t do anything about it as you also slept with other people.

You both agreed not to kiss anyone in front of each other to rub it in your/his face. Conor always got jealous, too. One time when he caught you kissing a guy at Joe’s party it totally went off – the guy left with a nose bleed.

However, one thing that you really struggled with was Jack fucking Maynard. Conor’s little brother was the most irritating shit you had ever met. He always knew how to get under your skin and how to piss you off. You have no idea why he decided to be a dick to you the moment he met you, but he always has and you’re sure he always will.

It started off with little digs and rude comments that did actually offend you, but as you spent more time with Conor you realised what his brother was actually like. His comments did not offend you nowadays and you would normally tend to say something back – leading to an argument.

Conor normally laughed at your little arguments with Jack, but sometimes when they got too personal he’d have to stop them. Jack knew exactly how to wind you up and you hated it.

You were sat in your London apartment watching some TV when your phone buzzed. It was Conor.

‘What you doing tonight? Xx’

‘I have nothing planned, why? Xx’

‘Wanna come out? Me and the boys xx’

‘Sure xx’

‘Good, get ready and meet us at ours in an hour? Xx’

‘An hour? I cant get ready in an hour!! X’

‘Well hurry then babe ;) xx’

You sighed and put your phone on the side. Walking to your wardrobe, you thought about what you were going to wear tonight. You didn’t even know where you were going – most probably a club.

1 hour and 23 minutes later, you were in an uber on the way to Conor’s. You had chosen to wear a simple black dress. But you were starting to doubt it as it was really tight and showed your chest off a lot. You had to keep pulling it up at the top.

You thanked your driver and stepped out of the car, buzzing the apartment you needed and making your way up. It was quite hard to walk in the shoes you were wearing as they were so high. When you walked in, all the boys were there.

“Hey Y/N!” Joe greeted you as he was the first one to see you.

“Hi!” You replied just as Conor spotted you. The music was up quite loud so it was no surprise that the others didn’t hear you come in.

“About time.” Conor laughed when he reached you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and wrapping his arms around your waist. His hair was in it’s usual style and Conor was wearing a white t shirt under a black leather jacket along with some black ripped skinny jeans.

“I’m only like 20 minutes too late!” You defended yourself, snaking your arms up around Conor’s neck.

“Mmh whatever.” He hummed and kissed you again. He lightly pushed you up against the front door as the kiss got more intense and that’s when you had to pull away, shooting him a warning look to say not in front of his friends.

“Can we go now? Oh hi Y/N!” Caspar said, sending a small wave to you.

“Hi Casp.” You smiled.

“Right, lets go then.” Conor said quickly before grabbing your hand and opening the door.

“What is up with you?” You asked Conor as you were walking back down the steps of his apartment block.

“Nothing. You just look really good tonight.” He grinned, tightening his grip on your hand.

-

When you all finally got to the club, Jack insisted that everyone does shots. You all sat in the corner around a large table, of course you were next to Conor. Jack arrived to the table with a tray full of shots as everyone cheered and took one.

Throwing your head back, you downed the shot quickly. The alcohol burned your throat and you pulled a disgusted face. Everyone sat at the table for a while, enjoying their drinks.

“I wanna look for some girls.” Jack told everyone as he slammed his empty cup down on the table.

“Of course you do.” You snorted, not thinking he would hear. But when you saw his eyes connect with yours as he pulled an evil look, you knew he had heard you.

“Excuse me?” Jack asked.

“Nothing.” You smiled sarcastically at him. You felt Conor’s hand go to your thigh.

“Didn’t think so, slag.” Jack replied.

“What the fuck did you call me?” You felt yourself getting more and more angry at him as he sat there with a smug look plastered across his face.

“Oh, you didn’t hear me? I called you a slag.”

“Says you?! Jack you have slept with way more people than I have so I don’t really think you’re in a position to call me a slag.” You argued back, taking a sip of your wine.

“All I’m saying is I know a slag when I see one.” He put his hands up, trying to look innocent.

“And all I’m saying is you’re a dick head. Go find a girl then, like you wanted.” You said to him, wanting nothing more than for him to go away.

“I’d rather stay here and piss you off.” He grinned. For a second, you almost smiled back. You hated yourself for it – but you secretly found Jack very attractive, and when he grins at you like this it makes your heart melt a little.

“Right, well you two can stay here and argue but I’m going to have a good time.” Conor announced as he finished his drink.

You hadn’t even noticed, but everyone else had gone to dance. Conor got up, pressed a kiss to your cheek and went to join the others on the dance floor. For some reason, Jack scooted closer to you on the seat.

“Notice how he didn’t even defend you? Because he knows you’re a slag.” Ouch. Jack’s words hurt you a lot, but you wouldn’t let him know that.

“Shut up.” You mumbled, feeling yourself becoming weaker in this argument.

“You know I’m right. It’s why he doesn’t want you to be his girlfriend,” Jack came even closer. “He just wants you to stick around so he can have sex on tap.”

“Fuck off, Jack, seriously.” You sighed.

“I’m his brother, so I would know.” He added, placing a hand on your thigh which suddenly made your breathing increase.

“You’re just trying to wind me up. Stop.” You replied, pushing his hand off and turning to try and locate Conor. Your heart dropped when you spotted him, dancing very intimately with a brunette. You quickly looked away, knowing that they’ll be kissing any time soon and you didn’t want to put yourself through that.

“See? He doesn’t fucking want you.” Jack growled, his lips so close to your ear. You felt so fucking hurt, the alcohol and Jack’s words were really getting to you and you hated it.

Suddenly, you felt Jack’s lips against your neck. This is the last thing that you had expected to happen. As he kissed and nipped at your skin with his soft lips, your eyes fluttered closed and you felt yourself biting down onto your bottom lip. This was Conor’s younger brother doing this – and you suddenly felt super guilty when you felt your underwear getting damp.

“Jack,” You breathed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Jack pulled away from you and you almost whined at the loss of contact. He stared at you for a few seconds with no expression, just blinking. You didn’t know what the hell he was thinking but you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

“I just came over to say that if I were you two, I wouldn’t be doing that. Conor is just over there.” You looked up to see Joe, drink in his hand and a concerned look on his face.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.” Jack replied as he stood to his feet.

“Just saying.” Joe replied, holding his hands up as though he was defending himself.

-

The night was coming to an end and you all made your way out the uber. After your little incident with Jack, you decided to spend the night with Josh and Joe, downing lots more shots and dancing like idiots. They both made you laugh a lot, helping the fact that Conor was in the corner busy with another girl. Thankfully, Conor climbed into the uber by himself.

“Hey babe.” He slurred, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

You almost wanted to push him away. But you remembered the rules, Conor wasn’t doing anything wrong and you weren’t in a relationship. Jack’s words came back to you, stinging a little. As the uber had to fit all of you in, it was kind of like a mini bus and so you had to sit opposite someone. Unlucky for you, you were sat opposite Jack.

“Had a good night?” Conor asked you, rubbing your thigh.

“Yeah it was alright. You?” You replied, sending him a small smile.

“Really?” Jack snorted, interrupting your conversation with Conor. “Of course he did, did you see him with that girl? Mate, she was a solid nine out of ten!”

As Conor laughed at his brothers words, you felt yourself doubting your relationship with Conor more and more – but that was the thing, you Conor weren’t in a relationship. Maybe it was just Jack messing with you tonight or it was your true feelings coming out because you were drunk. You’ll just have to see how you feel about the situation in the morning.

“Stay over?” Conor asked you as the uber was nearing his, Jack and Josh’s apartment block. “Please?”

“OK.” You agreed.

Even though your head was a mess right now, the chance to have sex with Conor was something you’d never turn down. That boy was amazing in bed, you could not get enough. He laced your fingers together and smiled at you when you agreed.

It was a nice feeling to finally get home (to Conor’s) after the club. You had no idea what the time was and you were still feeling a bit drunk. When you all got inside, you immediately went to Conor’s room and got out of your clothes, throwing on a t shirt of his and leaving your legs bare – his t shirt came down to your mid thighs anyway.

You went and joined the three boys in the living room where they were eating a cold pizza from dinner. Josh and Jack were sat on the sofa and Conor was laying down on the rug, next to the coffee table as he was munching on a slice of pizza.

“Is Conor alright?” You laughed, noticing how drunk he actually was.

“Think he’s had a few too many shots tonight.” Josh replied as you took a slice of pizza.

You looked over at Jack – instantly regretting it. Even though he had his phone up in front of him, as though he was on it, his eyes were on you. He looked up and down your body before his tongue poked out, swiping across his bottom lip.

Not only did this make your cheeks go bright red, but it also sent wondrous feelings straight to your core. You tried to ignore Jack as you all finished up the pizza, just scrolling through your phone and watching the TV.

The time was 2:34 when Conor picked himself up off the floor and announced he was going to bed. You almost sighed at the fact that Conor was clearly too drunk to have sex tonight. You probably should have just gone home instead of agreeing to stay round.

“I’m also going to head. Night you guys.” Josh spoke up and you Jack both replied saying good night to him.

About ten minutes had passed and you had had enough of the tension within the room. You wanted to ask Jack why he kissed your neck earlier, but you had a strong feeling he was just trying to mess with you. With a sigh, you got up and headed off to the bathroom to brush your teeth, leaving Jack alone.

You shut the door of the bathroom, not bothering to lock it as you never did. You decided to quickly style your hair into a single French plait before bed, helping yourself for tomorrow. You wiped all your make up off of your face and quickly cleansed it, using a face scrub that was there.

When you started to brush your teeth, the door flew open, revealing Jack in nothing but his boxers.

“What are you doing? I’m using the bathroom.” You told him, having to take the tooth brush out of your mouth.

“Well, you’re taking too long and I need to brush my teeth too.” He replied.

“You’re so annoying.” You rolled your eyes at him, carrying on brushing your teeth.

However, when Jack leaned over to grab his toothbrush, you felt something hard poke into your ass. Your eyes widened when you came to realisation that Jack had a hard on.

“Jack!” You squealed.

“What? It’s not my fault.” He shrugged.

“Well, it is your fault.” You replied.

“No it’s not.”

He leaned into your again, his hard member poking into your ass once again. It was kind of turning you on a little bit – OK, a lot.

“Stop pressing it into me, seriously.” You warned him.

“You’re the one taking up all the room, I can’t get to the sink.” He pointed out, gesturing to the fact that you were in front of him.

“I was here first!” You defended yourself.  You felt Jack’s hand go to the bottom of the shirt you were wearing, pulling it up a little so that your ass was now on show. “What the fuck?”

“I didn’t mean to do that.” He lied, grinning a little bit as he leaned into you more.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He was teasing you – and it was working.

“Jack, what are you doing?” You turned round so that you were fully facing him now, he looked good. His hair was now messy, his bare chest and stomach was exposed which was possibly the hottest thing you had ever seen and his length was so visible as it was straining against his boxers.

“Nothing, why?” He replied, ignoring the fact that his hard cock was against your ass.

“Can you please get rid of that, or do something!” You groaned.

“How am I supposed to get rid of it? It’s not like I can do anything with you in the room.” He defended.

“At least stop pressing it into me.”

When you turned around, trying to carry on with your teeth, you felt Jack’s hands on your hips.

“Unless you wanna help me out a bit.” He mumbled into your ear.

“Are you serious? You’re Conor’s little brother and he’s literally in the room over there. Don’t be ridiculous.” You replied quickly, even though a huge part of you wanted to say yes – you were aching for him at this point, literally soaked.

“Shame. Would have loved to take you right here against the kitchen sink. So fucking hard for you right now, Y/N…” Jack groaned out, pressing his hard on into you once again.

This was when you almost lost it. His words went straight to your core, and you pressed back into him, hoping to get some friction between your legs. Fucking the little brother of the guy you were seeing was such a hot concept to you, and you were so fucking horny right now.

“Fine!” You gave in, dropping your toothbrush in the sink.

“Fine?” Jack repeated, sending you a questioning look in the mirror.

“You can fuck me quickly.” You clarified, grabbing the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your legs before pulling your – Conor’s – t shirt up.

You put one leg up onto the counter, allowing Jack to have a better access to your soaked pussy. You felt his fingers go your exposed slit, collecting your wetness.

“Fucking hell, see how wet you are for me. You’ve always wanted me to fuck me, haven’t you? You’re so dirty.”

You ignored his words as he pulled his length out of his boxers, pumping himself a little before pushing himself into you. His actions made you hiss at the feeling, trying to get used to his size. Both of his hands went to your bare ass, one of them slapping down onto the exposed skin.

As Jack slammed in and out of you, you couldn’t help but watch the scene unfold in the mirror in front of you. Jack’s eyes were screwed shut and he was biting down onto his bottom lip. What a sight.

The fact that you were in the bathroom, being fucked by his little brother than actually laying in bed with Conor right now made you feel a bit guilty. But the pleasure was too good for you to care right now.

Going on birth control was one of the best things that you had decided to do as the feeling of Jack’s bare cock against your skin was amazing. He started to hit your g-spot with every thrust and you had to refrain from moaning out. His grip on your ass was getting tighter and tighter but it felt good.

You gripped onto the sides of the sink as Jack roughly thrusted in and out of your soaked pussy. You copied Jack, biting down onto your lip to try and stop yourself from moaning. When the pleasure got too intense, you felt yourself draw blood from your own lip.

“Y/N, babyyyyy…” Jack moaned, keeping a good rhythm with his hips as he fucked you from behind.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, trying your absolute hardest to stay quiet.

You felt one of Jack’s hands creep up your t shirt and take one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing before roughly massaging. This only added to the pleasure and you loved the feeling of Jack touching your body. He knew exactly how to handle a woman and it only excited you more. For a second you found yourself wishing that it was Jack you went on that first tinder date with a not Conor.

You didn’t think the sex could feel any better until Jack’s hand left your chest and went to your clit, rubbing his fingers over the skin at an impressive pace. This was when you really struggled to stay quiet.

“Fuck, Jack, oh…” You moaned quietly, even though you really wanted to scream out his name so everyone could hear.

“Conor could never fuck you as good as this, could he?” Jack asked. When you didn’t reply, his hand slapped your ass again before repeating himself, “Could he?”

“N-no.” You stuttered out, your whole body moving with Jack’s as he picked up the pace.

“Baby I’m-.”

Jack calling you baby honestly made your heart melt. You knew exactly what he was going to say as you felt his thrusts getting sloppy before you felt a warm liquid running down the back of your leg. He continued to move in and out of you a few more times, patiently waiting for you to finish.

As Jack continued to work faster on your clit, you felt yourself high your high as your orgasm washed over you. Keeping your mouth shut, you let out a small cry as it was the most intense orgasm a man has ever given you.

“Oh my god, Jack.” You breathed out when he pulled out of you.

You turned around so you were now facing him again. His eyes looked tired and his cheeks were flushed red.

“Thank you.” He said to you as he tried to catch his breath.

You smiled before stepping towards him and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Jack’s eyes fluttered closed and savoured this moment with you. You felt your stomach do flips as Jack wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. And that’s when you knew which Maynard you really wanted to be with.

“Will I Be the Lead?” (P3) || Finn Wolfhard

“Will I Be the Lead?” : Part 1 || Part 2

Requested: yessss

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Josh and Finn hang out whilst (Y/N) is away with her boyfriend, of whom both disapprove. Josh notices something and Finn comes to a realisation.

A/N: okay so this sucks but the next one will be golden // I wrote this whilst listening to Spendtime Palace & (Joe Keery’s band) Post Animal who im proper obsessed with

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simon imagine - always you

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

The ceremony was beautiful. It was eccentric; bright and modern, everything you could expect from Josh and Freya. 

I didn’t get to congratulate the bride until the after party. She had seemed incredibly overwhelmed and busy, and I didn’t want to add to it. I wanted to keep my presence quiet. Once I’d spoke to her, I could go. 

When she saw me her jaw dropped. She engulfed me in a hug instantly, her eyes glossing over, tears threatening to ruin her expensive looking makeup.

“Y/n you came! I’m so glad you came!”

I reciprocated the hug. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Frey.”

When she eventually pulled away I held her at arms length, admiring her dress. It was a beautiful floor length ensemble, eggshell white and classy, accentuating her newfound curves perfectly. She’d gotten somewhat thicker in the years since I’d seen her. It suited her unbelievably; maybe that’s what being in love does to a person.

“Well I’m glad you came,” she spoke before I could compliment her, making me realise I’d previously been silent, and I couldn’t help but feel a little rude. “I have something to tell you.”

My heart rate sped a little as Josh joined her side. He pulled me in for a short but warming hug, one I got the feeling would be a lot longer if he hadn’t overheard Freya’s previous sentence. Knowing she was still talking he only mouthed a hello before snaking his arm protectively round her waist. Once again I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the love in which they had both been blessed with. I really was a bitter soul.

“What is it?” I asked, mainly to silence my intrusive thoughts. The couple looked at each other.

“I’m pregnant!” 

This time it was my turn to well up, tears threatening to fall from my eyes as a range of emotions overwhelmed me. Mainly it was pride. Happiness, hopefulness. A little part of it was that stir of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. That’s what happens when you walk around with a broken heart - it poisons all your other organs too.

I pulled the couple in to hug them.

“Congratulations you guys. I love you both so much.” I gushed into both their ears, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “How far gone are you?”

“She’s only about three months,” Josh explained.

“You look good for it.”

“Doesn’t she just.”

The conversation seemed to die down quite quickly, and I was well aware that my time here was coming to an end. I contemplated leaving now. I’d said my congratulations; everything else was unnecessary. 

“Well, I should probably get going.” I began to excuse myself when Freya put a hand on my shoulder. She pleaded for me to wait, and so reluctantly, I did. Her eyes poured into mine.

“Have you seen him yet?”

It was as if the breath had been knocked out of my chest, and I tried to ignore Josh’s quiet scolding of Freya intended to be out of my earshot.

“You don’t have to talk about it, Y/n.” He attempted to reassure me, and I shook my head gratefully.

“No, it’s fine. I haven’t.”

I knew she meant Simon. I knew he would be here tonight - of course, he had more place here than I did. But I hoped I would be able to escape before there was any risk of bumping into him. I had no idea what I would say - or do - or if he’d be here alone. The thought of him with a date made my chest hurt, and I wanted nothing more than to leave.

“How long has it been?” Freya pressed further, her voice cautious. Next to her Josh looked incredibly uncomfortable. You and me both, I thought, feeling my throat start to tighten a little.

“It’s been five years.”

Both their eyes softened and I felt tears threaten my own once again. I looked to the floor. Five years sounded almost longer than it felt. It had been an incredibly lonely five years too. I lived on my own now, falling asleep each night next to nothing but silence. I was growing older - old enough to know my biological clock was running out, as my Mum put it. But I hadn’t even tried to get to know someone else. There was no point; if it wasn’t Simon, I didn’t want it. Not even so much because I missed him - although I did, painfully so - but just because I don’t have the strength to risk it again. It wasn’t that sad. I’d come to reason with the fact that I would never love again a long time ago.

“Are you going to talk to him?”

“Freya, I think we should sit down, the speech is about to start.” Josh suggested, trying to almost steer his pregnant wife away as he shot me sympathetic eyes. I gave him back a small smile.

“Wait, okay I’m sorry,” Freya blurted out and as she turned to me I found it increasingly hard to look her in the eye. “Please don’t run again Y/n.”

“Freya-”

“Please. Just please stay for the speeches.” Her cheeks reddened a little, her voice cracking against her will. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

I didn’t speak for fear of breaking apart in front of her, only nodding a small confirmation before someone came to take her away. I returned to my table as the sound of a glass being tapped sounded through the hall. 

The speeches were nice. They were somewhat repetitive - a little cliche, but nice nonetheless. Tobi’s had been my favourite so far, a confession of his own fondness towards the two, how he’d been rooting for the couple since before they were even rooting for themselves. Freya was positively glowing as several different people complimented and admired her. Eventually it looked as if it were all about to be over, and I silently counted my blessings as people began to talk amongst themselves. Perhaps if I excused myself subtly I could get out. I’d text Freya a goodbye, she’d forgive me. She’d understand why I’d run. It was all I knew how to do.

Just as I thought it was over, Josh stood. 

“Wait, sorry everyone, there’s one last speech. He’ll be here in a minute, please entertain yourselves or grab a free drink from the bar whilst you wait.”

I smiled at his professionalism even on his own wedding day. Josh never let the dad figure slip. I couldn’t get over the fact that he really would be a Dad now. I don’t know why I found it surprising - that’s what happy relationships progress too. Marriage and children and eternity. I guess a little part of me just felt jealous that neither of them would ever have to experience what it felt like to be alone.

“There he is!” A voice from the head table shouted, and everyone’s heads turned. There he was indeed.

Stood on the stage, his slender fingers wrapped around a microphone, his face supporting a large, awkward but sweet smile was Simon. I felt my heart fall from my chest. He had aged incredibly, his skin matured and clear, his hair an unnatural white that only he could pull off so well in a dark, classic suit. He looked taller, more muscular, more confident even. He looked more himself. I guess only one of us had healed after that winter night five years ago, and it hadn’t been me. I looked down at my ring finger. Sometimes it felt like the tanline was still there, a slightly paler band just above where my knuckle is, as if my entire hand is taunting me. Seeing Simon up on that stage felt somewhat like a mockery. We had come so close, and a tiny part of me couldn’t help but wish that it was me sitting where Freya was. I shook off this thought as Simon began to speak.

He introduced himself well, really presenting the skills that his job had taught him over the years, if that was indeed still his job. I couldn’t remember the last time I had opened up youtube, or any social media for the matter. Even this invitation had been something I’d received in the post. I’d really tried to remove myself entirely. To remove him. The room fell entirely silent as his real speech began, all the Simon-esque jokes and taunting over and done with.

“Look, in all realness,” he spoke in his deep and endearing voice, sending soundwaves right through my chest. “No one needs me to stand here and say the obvious. I don’t need to tell you how good you look together, or how incredible the ceremony was, because you know that already. Josh, you don’t need me to tell you how much you’re punching with Freya because, well, you must know it.”

The crowd laughed as Josh rolled his eyes, probably stopping himself from acting a little less professionally. Simon blew him a kiss before continuing.

“The only thing I wanna say is good luck. And I genuinely mean that.” Josh watched with genuine intrigue, however Freya’s eyes seemed to be elsewhere, as if she were searching through the crowd. “You two together have a love that is so comfortable and homely, whilst also being so firey and spontaneous, and it really does keep the world spinning. It’s the type of love a man only gets once in his lifetime.”

The crowd cooed slightly as Simon momentarily looked at the floor, and I wondered if they were as in love with him in this moment as I was. 

“A love where you’re so content and happy with eachother as you are really does only come around once, and you two have already got it and secured it. And I hope you secure it forever. Because God knows once you let go, it never comes back to you.”

He forced a smile. “Bitter sweet, as they call it.”

Freya was still searching with hunting eyes and I got the feeling I was the prey. As Simon raised his glass my vision blurred, and I knew I had to go. The guilt swept over me faster than my own feet off the ground but there was no way I could stay without choking up the only pieces of my heart I had left all over the maroon tablecloth.

I didn’t plan my exit route, only weaving my way through the tables somewhat frantically, trying to stick to the dark corners of the room. Once I found a back door I ran for it. It wasn’t practical. But I needed the time alone.

Once I was out of sight I pressed my back to the brickwall and let myself fall apart. The tears fell like cascades down my face, loud, messy sobs as I struggled to catch my breath. The knowledge that I would have to go back in in this state to be able to leave only made me cry harder as I questioned why I had even put myself through this mess in the first place. Maybe this is what I was destined for. A life of avoidance and hurt. Because it had been five years, and so far I had learned, the hurt never really seems to go away.

“Y/n?” 

It felt like my soul leaving my body once I heard him say my name. My eyes shot open, breathing speeding up once more as I realised he was close. Suddenly I heard him turn the corner. It was too late to run this time.

“Oh my God, Y/n.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping if I did so for long enough he would just disappear. He’d leave me behind again. But he didn’t. His tone was hard to read, and I could feel even without looking at him that he would be running his hands through his hair right now, jittering his legs out of nerves. He edged closer towards me and I screamed.

“Y/n, please. Please don’t push me away. I’m not here to hurt you.”

Oh but you do that without meaning to Simon, I thought, but I remained silent. There’s no way he couldn’t hurt me. His presence here was hurting me. His presence in my memory had been hurting me every day for the past five years. But nonetheless, I steadied my breathing, focusing on the pavement in front of me.

“It’s all in your breathing. Focus on that. Remember what your doctor used to say, the breathing exercises.” 

His voice was laced with concern, but was still quiet, as if he was afraid I would crack should he be too loud, like a glass window in a gospel choir. I only nodded. Soon enough my breathing slowed.

“Y/n please let me talk to you. Please don’t run away again.”

The words, although maybe not intended to be, came out as more of a question than a demand and I opened my eyes once again, allowing myself the small tester sight of him in my peripheral vision.

“Okay,” my broken voice sounded in a short whisper.

“I miss you, Y/n.”

“Don’t,” I warned, but he continued.

“No, listen to me Y/n, please. Please, for once, just let me in. Don’t leave me out in the dark again, I can’t take it.”

“So talk,” I almost urged, not wanting to hear him beg anymore, the guilt weighing me down until I was being curb stomped by my own conscience. 

“Maybe you should talk? It looks like you have some stuff on your mind. I get the feeling you don’t talk to anyone else so, maybe you should be the one talking.”

He sighed when I stayed quiet, but it wasn’t a sigh of defeat. I suddenly felt a warmth towards him for the way he didn’t lose hope in me. He saw my demons, looked them straight in the eye, but he didn’t run from them. I owed him that.

“There must be something, Y/n. Something you want to say, something you want to know. It’s been five years.”

It sounded even worse coming from his mouth. I still didn’t look at him, staring at my shoes.

“How many people have you been with since?” I whispered, afraid of the answer and unsure why I was even asking. He stepped a little closer, carefully.

“A big fat total of zero.”

The answer surprised me more than what I let on.

“I’m serious,” he confirmed. “There was a stage where Josh tried to set me up with people, taking me out on double dates with him and Freya, but it never went anywhere. Not even a kiss. The other guys always mock me for it.”

I felt him look down at his shoes. I resented Josh and Freya for trying, but I didn’t blame them. He deserved to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with me.

“You?” He asked hesitantly, and I almost laughed at the thought.

“None.”

“No one at all?” There was shock present in his voice. Did he really think I was capable of choosing anyone other than him? I shook my head to clarify.

“Y/n…Why?”

Finally I pluck up the courage to look at him. His aqua blue eyes poured into mine, melting me under their gaze and somehow I managed to voice what was on my mind.

“It’s only you, Simon.”

It almost looked as if the words knocked him, but he composed himself pretty fast. The way he watched me, it was as if he was afraid I’d disappear should he let me out of his eyesight for even a minute.

“Y/n why are we dragging this out? We belong together, you know it, I know it, everybody knows it. Why are we prolonging this pain?”

I shook my head, tears threatening to fall for what felt like the thousandth time tonight.

“We didn’t work before Simon, what makes you think we can now? I can’t go through that again.”

He edged closer again. “Because we know now what it’s like to be without eachother. Now that you’re here in front of me, I don’t ever want to let you go again. I’d never do anything to compromise us again, Y/n.”

“There are so many other people,” 

“And I choose you.” He cut me off with desperation. “Even after everything. I still choose you. No one else is even an option.”

Admittedly, I had given in. I was terrified. But I knew I didn’t want to be without him. Now that I’d learned what it was like to live with him, I didn’t want to learn to live without, because God knows after five years I still hadn’t accustomed to it. I knew it could be my biggest risk. But it could also be my only chance at healing.

“I choose you too,” I murmured. Simon moved closer once again, like he was unsure he had heard me right.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked cautiously. I nodded. Before I knew it, his hand was on the side of my face, holding me in place gently. His lips moved against mine so slowly and I drank in every second. This was what I had been waiting for. This was what I’d needed to fix me. 

“I love you, Y/n,” he spoke into the kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My hands moved through his hair.

“I love you. Always.” 

Teased (Simon Request)

“And we are back. Another game of Cards Against Humanity” Vikk intros the video which you hear through the headphones in the Skype call you were on.
“Right what’s the only thing Simon dreams about?” You begin, smiling quickly to your camera.
You lived with Josh, Vikk, JJ and Simon in their house which people always loved since you had become one of their best friends and eventually a YouTuber.
“Oh god why isn’t their a card that just says (y/n)?” Josh groans and you can only imagine the pink dust that would scatter Simon’s cheeks.
Your room was only next to his. And the pair of you seemed to share this strange feeling towards each other that neither of you would admit was there but was evident to all of the boys. And it seemed to affect Simon more. He became flushed whenever they mentioned it, had to break eye contact with you whenever they made a joke about it. He couldn’t resist and it made you think he was even more adorable every single time…
The cards are shown and you can tell the majority of them are about you.
“(Y/n) filming a video. Enough said” You read out with a sigh, “(y/n) being in Simon’s mind so much he doesn’t need porn”
Ethan cackles and you could tell it was evidently his card.
The rest of the three cards are two about you and the final a generic funny card not about you. Simons.
“His face is probably as red as his hair” Josh chuckles.
“Fuck off Josh” You laugh, shifting to lift one leg onto your chair.
Its then that you realise that you are still wearing Simon’s grey jumper. He loved it but you had stolen it earlier when the house was too cold.
You grab your phone quickly after playing your card for the round and type a message to him. If you said it aloud the boys would make some joke about how cute you were. And texting meant that adorable little smirk tickled his lips.
‘Hey Nim! So about your jumper…’
“Come on Simon play a fucking card!” JJ yells down his mic.
Simon obviously quickly clicks onto one as you can see he’s read your message instantly.
‘I spent a fucking hour looking for that😂 Just don’t leave your shitty smell on it alright?’
‘Don’t worry it still smells of Lynx😏’
You look up to see the boys are waiting for your response again
“Guys what the fuck is taking you so long?” Ethan questions before you quickly play the card you planned.
“Jesus Christ calm down!” Simon scoffs, playing his card too, “Just waiting for the right moment”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Vikk asks inquisitively
“Yeah Simon, you finally gonna give in and ask her out?” Ethan chuckles.
“Fuck off guys, I’m talking about the cards” He rolls his eyes before reading out the cars on his screen, “What is Simon’s favourite thing about (y/n)?”
You go to click on a rude card before you realise he is typing.
'Certainly not when she steals my clothes’
You chuckle to yourself and watch as Simon evidently turns back to his screen since he is now involved in the conversation with the boys.
“I didn’t have a card that says everything”
You roll your eyes and reply, to his message, 'I don’t see you complaining too much…’
“Honestly guys do you need some time alone or some shit?” Josh exclaims, they were waiting for you two to play the card again.
“Hang on a second I’ll be back in a bit” JJ comments and you expect that he needs to pee or something.
Until you hear footsteps up the spiral staircase and eventually near your door. You turn around and he has walked up behind you.
“What the fuck are you-” You start until he closes your game on your screen and lifts you from your chair, throwing you over his shoulder.
Before you can say anything else, he carries you the short distance to Simon’s room and drops you down on the extra gaming chair beside him.
“Now your next to each other you can stop all this weird bullshit” He glares between the pair of you before walking out.
You glance to Simon and chuckle, hearing the same reaction from him.
“Alright guys looks like we’re a team now” Simon mentions into the microphone.
“What the fuck did you do Jide?” Vikk asks.
“I just dropped off his babygirl. My man needs a bit of help sometimes” JJ comments.
“Calm down JJ I don’t think he’s your man anymore. (Y/n)’s taken that from you” Ethan giggles.
“Alright shall we begin again?” Josh claps.
“Can I just point one thing out about you two?” JJ questions quickly.
You and Simon both roll your eyes and sigh, “Fine”
JJ clearly moves a lot closer to his mic before saying, “She’s wearing his clothes guys”
And you didn’t even need to be there to see the excitement on all of their faces. And certainly their eruption of excitement on the call…

bad boy josh / dancer tyler

josh propositions tyler and exploits his flexibility. also worked a jockstrap kink in because you know, why not (for a request) ;-p

ps - i know i have a huge surplus of bottom tyler and i said i’d do some bottom josh, don’t think i forgot. 

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when josh got off from work, it was his job to pick up his younger sister from ballet practice. it was in a somewhat shady part of the city, and she was not allowed to take the bus home because it would be getting dark by the time her class was over. his mom never understood the dyed hair, the make up, tattoos, and piercings. But she figured it was the least josh could do, was use his intimidating looks to protect his sister and allow her to fulfill her dream. 

josh was a high school drop out in his early twenties. he never really outgrew his rebellious phase. his parents wanted him to go to college, so instead he picked up a full-time job as a bartender to support his bachelor pad, supplementing his income selling drugs. they also wanted him to find a girl and settle down and have a family. but instead he got drunk every weekend, bringing strange guys home to fuck before practically shoving them out the door. he had been to jail a few times for petty crimes, mostly to do with misdemeanors, drugs, or stealing. but he worked out and fought dirty, so no one fucked with him.  

josh’s phone buzzed when he was standing outside having a smoke before getting in his car. he sighed when he seen the text was from his sister, and he realized he was running late. he dropped the cigarette on the ground and stomped it before getting in his beat up car and driving to the city. it was a friday, so he was beyond tired from the work week and ready to party. but this was his last obligation. 

sorry sis, just lost track of time 

josh texted while parked at a red light. a car behind him honked as soon as the light turned green. so josh rolled down his window to flip off the cunt, then turned his music up. 

josh pulled up beside the building to see his sister standing next to a guy he never seen before. he parked and took in the guy’s appearance, finding it hard to peel his eyes from him. his sister waved, which broke him out of his trance. then he realized she was walking to his car with the guy. 

“thanks josh. oh, by the way, this is tyler. is it alright if you give him a ride home? his mom forgot to pick him up.” she asked. josh looked at tyler, a tall, thin boy with soft lips, doe eyes, and dark features. his expression looked vulnerable and apologetic, maybe even a little scared. 

“yeah i guess” josh answered with a shrug, “get in.” 

josh’s sister got in the front seat, and he watched in the rear view mirror as tyler climbed into the back. he looked down timidly and blushed when he caught josh’s piercing eyes staring at him in the mirror.  

“thank you, josh, f-for the ride” tyler said politely. josh nodded to him in the mirror before starting his car. 

“so how old are you, tyler?” josh asked after a few minutes of driving. 

“i’ll be 21 december 2nd” tyler answered, curious as to why josh was asking. josh did the math in his head, realizing tyler wouldn’t be old enough to drink for another 2 months. 

“why do you ask?” tyler asked finally, smiling a little. josh’s sister felt slightly awkward with her big brother hitting on her friend. but tyler didn’t seem to be aware at all. josh smiled at him, playfully winking through the mirror. 

“i guess getting you drunk is out, for now at least” josh mumbled. his sister made a disgusted look and turned to face tyler. 

“i’m sorry he’s like this. he can be kind of forward” she apologized. tyler just shook his head, his cheeks still flushed. 

“it’s fine. how old are you, josh?” tyler asked. josh liked how this guy seemed to be awfully bold for wearing a floral kimono and tights. 

“i turned 24 a few months ago.” josh answered. 

“oh, i like older men” tyler joked. josh felt a rush of something he hadn’t known existed at tyler’s voice. maybe because it was the first time in a while he’s picked up on someone without being drunk. 

“yeah, well i like younger men,” josh said. “would you like to check out my place instead? i got video games and weed.”

“oh my god josh, are you actually bribing him?” his sister asked, appalled at how this was going. she’d never seen this pliant side of tyler. 

“wow. i’ve never smoked weed, but do you have mario kart? i love mario kart” tyler said, bouncing in his seat a little. he was warming up to josh quickly. 

“yeah, i have mario kart. so you down?” josh asked glancing between tyler’s beautiful reflection and the street. 

“umm…..okay, i’m down! i’ll just text my mom and tell her i’ll be at a friend’s” tyler said. josh smiled at his innocence, and his sister just crossed her arms and stared out the window. 

josh dropped his sister off at home, and she gave him a warning look. she knew of josh’s fuckboy ways and didn’t like the idea of innocent tyler being swept into it. she knew tyler was sensitive at heart, and probably looked up to josh in a way for being a badass. she really didn’t want him to be some hook-up and get his heart broken. 

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josh asked tyler if he was hungry, which his reply was that he was starving, but he could only have salad with lean protein. josh gave him a funny look, but ordered the grilled chicken salad for tyler and a quarter pounder with cheese for himself. 

“so what’s with that? are you always so strict with what you eat? i mean you’re already pretty thin” josh said, looking over him with concern. 

“yeah, there are strict guidelines that i have to maintain a certain weight and train hard. i can’t have my system clogged up with junk. it’s just part of it” tyler answered, shrugging. josh took a huge bite of his burger. 

“so how do you train, isn’t it just twirling in tutu’s ‘n shit?” josh asked with his mouth still full. tyler shot him an appalled look and josh laughed. 

“i do NOT wear a tutu. males just wear tights, thank you very much” 

“you don’t mind your junk showing like that? you know people are checking you out” josh asked, grinning at him. tyler rolled his eyes. 

“dude, you really have no idea, do you?” tyler asked. 

“what do you mean?” 

“i wear a jockstrap, so it’s not like too obvious. also i need to wear tights so i can stretch and move freely.” tyler explained. josh almost crashed the car with the images tyler was putting into his head and he just let out a little “hmm”. 

at josh’s place, josh offered tyler to sit on the shabby but comfortable sofa in front of the t.v. “it’s not much, but it’s my own. i’ll turn on the game” josh said. when tyler turned his back to take off his kimono, josh got his first look at tyler’s long, slender legs and ass in those tights and his jaw dropped. he wanted to run his hands over them, but he went back to focusing on the game before tyler seen him staring. tyler took off his sweaty shirt as well, draping it over the arm of the sofa. josh turned around to see tyler’s body on full display for him. 

“fuck” josh grunted, taking in tyler’s lean frame and tattoos. from how tyler looked in clothes, he never would’ve pictured him to have tattoos or any kind of tone. tyler flushed, eyes glossy as josh shamelessly eye-fucked him. josh’s gaze rested on the sizable bulge between his thighs. 

“goddamn” josh reiterated, “well let me see you in that jock strap.” josh said in a deeper voice. tyler stood up, giving a slow striptease as he pulled his tights off. josh’s breath hitched at the sight of the happy trail and bush peaking out at the top of the waistband being pulled down slightly by tyler’s interested dick. josh sat back on his knees, palming himself. 

“turn around, let me see that ass” josh said, and tyler laughed softly. he did as he was told, turning his back to josh and letting him see how the strap framed his firm, round ass. josh let out a low growl, palming himself harder. 

“we’ll play the game, but you’re wearing nothing but this” josh said.

“what about you?” tyler asked, turning back to face him and sitting back down. josh pulled his t-shirt up over his head and took off his ripped jeans, tossing them aside. 

“that’s better. so much better, wow” tyler said, grinning and settling back as josh sat next to him in his briefs. he handed tyler a remote and they started a game. 

after losing to tyler for a 4th round, josh asked tyler if he’d like something to drink. 

“just water, thanks” tyler answered. he watched josh get up and walk to his kitchen, checking out his muscular back. josh came back with a bottle of water and also handed tyler a joint. 

“what’s this for?” tyler asked, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. 

“are you kidding? put this in your lips and suck, then inhale the smoke” josh said. 

“well i never smoked before” 

“you’ll like it, i promise” josh said, lighting his own joint and taking a puff in front of tyler. josh held the lighter up to tyler’s and lit the end of the joint. tyler inhaled, taking as much as he could. but it burned, so he started coughing. josh put his hand on his back, rubbing up and down.

“you okay? here, take a drink.” josh said, and opened tyler’s water for him, holding it to his lips. tyler drank the water, eyes still closed and put his hand on josh’s to signal he was done. finally tyler opened his eyes to look at josh, and josh started giggling.

“what?” tyler asked, sounding confused. he stared at josh’s face, really taking in his features for the first time. it hit him that he was sitting almost naked next to a very attractive man who was also almost naked. and he wanted to kiss him. 

“you are so fucking high. your eyes are bloodshot” josh said. game forgotten, tyler made his move, crashing his lips to josh’s. he slipped his tongue into josh’s mouth, desperately sucking and moaning at his taste. josh rubbed tyler’s thighs as he moved to straddle his lap. he continued kissing along josh’s jawline and down his neck. 

“damn baby, this seems to bring out the freak in you” josh laughed, running his fingers through tyler’s hair as he placed kisses along his collarbone and shoulder. 

“i want you to fuck me, josh. i want you to choke me” tyler whispered, grazing his fingers down josh’s pec. josh grabbed tyler’s ass and hoisted him up, laying him back against the couch. 

“you want me to do this, huh” josh said, bringing his large hand around tyler’s neck. tyler stared into his eyes, feeling completely helpless in the best way. josh settled between tyler’s thighs, kissing him while tightening his hand. 

“is it too tight?” josh asked, to which tyler immediately shook his head ‘no’. josh continued kissing tyler’s swollen lips, relishing in the small whimpers and moans pouring out of them. tyler was beginning to feel lightheaded and started grinding up against josh for friction. josh groaned against tyler’s mouth, biting his bottom lip. he could feel how hard tyler was, how turned on he was by what josh was doing. 

“you like that? fuck, baby boy” josh said, making tyler whine. he continued grinding their crotches together and brought his fingers to tyler’s lips. 

“suck” josh whispered. tyler licked and sucked josh’s fingers, moaning and making a show of it. if josh’s heavy breathing was any sign, his intentions were working. 

“how do you want to be fucked?” josh asked, staring intently into tyler’s eyes. 

“daddy” tyler whispered, gazing back lovingly and placing his hands on josh’s arms. josh’s eyebrows shot up at this name. 

“oh that’s it. let’s see how flexible my little freak is” josh said, pushing his own briefs down and shoving tyler’s knees up to his head. tyler hooked his arms around the backs of his knees, holding them there. josh muttered something before spitting on his fingers and spreading it over his cock. 

“mmmmm, yes daddy” tyler moaned as the head of josh’s cock nudged against his hole, beginning to sink in. josh’s mouth fell open as he inched his way to the hilt, hips pressing against tyler’s ass. 

“so tight, unbelievable” josh huffed as he entered tyler over and over. he went slowly from tip to base so they could feel every inch of each other. josh lifted tyler’s ass up, bending him more. to josh’s surprise, tyler put his feet behind his head. josh continued fucking him like that, going a little harder. 

“right there, oh god daddy yesss” tyler whined. josh’s eyes widened and he sped up, hitting that same spot inside him again and again. he grabbed the hem of tyler’s jockstrap, pulling it down to reveal his rock hard dick and grasping it. he dipped his finger through tyler’s pre-cum, spreading it down his shaft and playing with him while pounding his ass harder. 

“alright baby, i wanna see that ass” josh said, remaining deep inside tyler and kissing his lips. tyler kissed back, letting his legs back down and running his fingers through josh’s hair. 

“okay daddy” tyler answered, flipping over on his stomach once josh pulled out. josh snapped tyler’s jockstrap, causing tyler to whimper and buck his ass up. he grabbed tyler’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart and licking over tyler’s hole. 

“such a good boy for me” josh muttered, pulling tyler’s hips up for more access. tyler begged josh for more, rocking back, but josh held him still and bit his ass cheek. 

“who’s in charge here?” josh asked, hearing tyler let out a sigh and halting his efforts. 

“you are daddy” tyler answered submissively. 

“that’s right” josh said, going back to eating tyler out while stroking his own cock. he reached around to squeeze tyler’s dick through the jockstrap and didn’t stop eating him until he felt tyler trembling. he also knew tyler was close because he was moaning louder.

“shhhh baby do you want everyone to know you’re being fucked like a little slut?” josh asked, placing kisses up tyler’s back and rubbing his hips. 

“yes, daddy i’m you’re slut and i want everyone to know it” tyler answered. josh appreciated his honesty, laughing slightly at his attitude. 

“well come here, i want you to ride me. i wanna see what you can do with that hot little body” josh said, turning tyler back to face him and laying back. tyler seen this as his opportunity to take control and worship josh the way he wanted to so badly. he rested his knee between josh’s legs, leaning over to kiss him before licking and sucking josh’s nipple. 

“show me what those pretty lips can do to me baby, come on” josh urged him.

“oh i will” tyler answered, traveling his way down and planting little kisses to josh’s heaving stomach. he got to josh’s briefs, sucking his cock out through the hole with his mouth. josh moaned in surprise, grabbing and tugging on tyler’s hair which caused him to suck more aggressively. he massaged josh’s balls through his briefs and gripped the base of his cock, pulling his mouth off josh’s with an exaggerated pop. he let the excess spit building up in his mouth spill over josh’s dick, spreading it up and down while relishing in josh’s satisfied grunts. 

“somebody knows what they’re doing. somebody’s had some practice” josh said, gazing at tyler’s face as he tongued at the tip of his dick. 

“am i a naughty boy, daddy?” tyler asked, positioning himself where one knee was on the couch beside josh’s legs, and the other leg was hooked over the back of the couch. josh thought the way tyler’s legs were spread looked painful, but tyler didn’t seem to mind at all. he reached behind to grab josh’s cock and ease down on it. 

“ooh you are a naughty boy. i might have to spank you” josh said, biting his bottom lip and grunting when tyler began moving his hips up and down. tyler’s head fell back, supporting himself on josh’s knees while riding his cock. josh started caressing tyler’s stomach, thighs, and dick that was falling out of his jockstrap. josh thrust up to meet him, shocking a loud moan out of him. 

“so sexy, baby boy” josh praised, holding tyler’s ass and thrusting up. when tyler leaned forward, josh took the hint and wrapped his arms around tyler’s waist, fucking up into him. tyler moaned and sucked hickies into josh’s neck, feeling his orgasm about to peak. both were panting, sweating, and rocking back and forth with each other. 

“ohhhh i’m gonna cum, daddy” tyler moaned urgently. 

“go for it, baby boy” josh encouraged, tapping tyler’s ass and continuously fucking him.

“josh, daddy, oh my god, so good” tyler babbled incoherently. he lasted maybe 5 more thrusts before he was spilling everywhere, making a mess. josh felt tyler still and something warm and wet dripping onto his skin. 

“did my naughty little boy cum for me? jesus you are so fucking hot” josh praised, continuing to ram into him. he turned tyler’s face to his and they kissed as josh reached his peak, cumming deep in tyler’s ass. tyler continued grinding on his cock while kissing him, and josh held onto his ass like he owned it. 

“you should stay the night” josh suggested. tyler broke from the kiss. 

“really?” tyler asked, staring at him with a dopey smile. 

“yes, it’s late. we can shower in the morning. um…would you be down for round 2 after more mario kart?” 

“um, sure!” tyler said, laughing. they both sat back up, resuming their game at lap 5. 

An Unforgettable Ride - Josh Dun Smut

A/N: inspired by the lovely josh dun is my first smut piece! i got a request for a disneyland smut for josh since he was recently there and i had to post it asap. i have also only been to the california disneyland so if it’s not accurate that’s why. and im also listening to a classic disney songs playlist. enjoy. this took forever.

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Fluff, Full Smut

Warnings: DisneyWorld sex, public thrills, cursing, sex sex sex, unprotected (reader on birth control), dirty talk, blood, all the good shit (i think thats it?)


Touring with the band twenty one pilots was always interesting. But lately, you had felt like you were going stir crazy. No doubt, something interesting was always going on, but you wanted to go explore the world you were touring. The boys had a show in Tampa in a few days, so they spent those days rehearsing while you spent the day roaming the arena, laying in Josh’s bunk, or laying in the dressing room. The boys were about to wrap up for the night, so you decided to make your way to the bus early. 

As you settled in the bunk, you pulled out your laptop and scrolled through movies. You decided on The Little Mermaid and you sat back, not bothering to plug in your headphones, leaving the sound playing loudly, making you immersed in it.

However, just as Kiss The Girl was playing, you hear Tyler and Josh bounding onto the bus, laughing about something you didn’t know of. 

“Where’s my girl?” Josh called out.

You stuck your hand out of the bunk signaling your location. You heard the footsteps padding in your direction and you jumped slightly as a damp Josh whipped open the curtain. He was wearing a baggy shirt and shorts and his hair was damp from the shower he just took. Water droplets rested on his toned shoulders and you stared for a moment, but turned back to the movie. He leans down to watch the end of the song and cheekily turns to you, kissing you softly. You pull away laughing.

“Stop being so cheesy, you make me sick,” Tyler comments, laying in his own bunk.

You turn back to the movie and Josh squeezes into the confined space to cuddle up to you and watch with you. Throughout the movie, you share small talk and enjoy each others company. When the movie is over, the idea suddenly pops in your head.

“Let’s go to Disneyworld!” you nearly shout. Josh looks at you with excited eyes. Since they have the day off tomorrow, it would be perfect. Josh nudges Tyler in his bunk, who is facetiming Jenna.

“Hey dude you wanna go with us to Disney tomorrow?” He asks. Tyler pulls out his earphones and turns to Josh.

“No, I think I’m just going to chill here. You and Y/N should go though, it will be the ultimate goals!” Tyler emphasizes the last bit with a girly voice, making you both laugh. You silently thank the gods that Tyler is going.

Touring was amazing, truly in every way. But you and Josh had barely had any alone time in weeks and you were suffering. The last time you got two minutes alone in the dressing room, Tyler walked in on you, pants off, Josh’s bright yellow hair between your thighs. You hadn’t done as much as feel each other up since. Maybe you would get some more alone time in a Disney bathroom, you hoped. Twisted, so twisted, but the thought made your thighs clamp together.

“So it’s set, tomorrow, you, me, and Walk Disney!” Josh climbed into the bunk again, nearly pouncing on you with excitement.

“I can’t wait!” you responded with as much enthusiasm.

“Let’s watch Hercules now!” he said with the enthusiasm of a child, settling comfortably next to you. You clicked on the movie, settling into Josh with his arm wrapped around you.


Sometime during Hercules, you had fallen asleep soundly. Early the next morning, you had woken up by Josh shaking your arm and repeating the phrase ‘disneyworld’ over and over until you got up.

You slipped on some comfortable clothes and brushed your hair, applying a comfortable amount of makeup on the couch with a mirror on the table beside the couch. Josh walked into the room you were applying makeup to grab a shirt, shirtless and wearing black jeans and you couldn’t help but stare. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and stared at his back flexing as he bent over.

“Like what you see?” he asked, smirking and sauntering over to you. You nodded, still biting your lip, as he got close to your face. You turned to him so that you were sitting, facing front on the couch as he put his arms down, boxing you in with his arms against the couch.

“Do something about it, then,” he said.

You lunged at him, standing up and attaching your lips to his. You jumped, and he caught you, holding your backside with his big hands. He laid you down on the couch, settling on top of you, keeping your lips attached.

As always, Tyler opened the slide door and started to talk but stopped when he saw what was going down.

“Josh the uber is here- oh my god not again,” he said covering his eyes. You two didn’t even jump back, just detached your lips and Josh sighed, hanging his head.

“Alright Ty, we’ll be right out,” he said.

He picked his head up and muttered, “to be continued,” as he pecked your nose and climbed off of you. He slipped on a white tank top and you fixed your lipstick and adjusted your hair, picking up your bag and heading out the door with Josh following. You both waved goodbye to Tyler and nearly leaped off the bus, happy to be having some alone time.

The entire ride to the theme park, Josh was about to explode with excitement, as were you. As the uber dropped you off, you and Josh climbed out of the car and nearly ran to the ticket booth, paying and getting tickets to go inside.

Once you got your bag checked and your ticket scanned, you walked into the entrance, smiling and looking around, taking in the full ambience of everything.

Josh slipped his hands in yours and spun you around, laughing. You walked into the park, hand in hand, excited as the kids around you.

You decided to ride the ‘big rides’ first so that you can make your way back to the kiddie park and ride rides there on your way out.

After riding Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, and many others, you made your way to the final ride of the ‘big’ rides: Tower of Terror. This was your absolute favorite ride and you nearly combusted when you saw it. You ran to get in line, ignoring the stares you were getting. The people just in front of you glanced at you and snapped their head forward. When it was almost time to get on the elevator seat carriage. You looked and saw the person was acting strange, but saw the back of their shirt. On the back of the black shirt donned a twenty one pilots logo. You smiled at Josh and pointed. Josh smiled, wanting to poke fun.

“Hey,” he said, tapping the person, “What are those marks on your shirt?” he asked, smirking. The person and their friends smiled and hugged Josh, snapping pictures with him.

You had sat right in front of the fans during the ride and as the ride took you up and dropped, Josh held your hand tightly in the air as you screamed with joy.

As you exited the ride, you and Josh waved bye to the fans, before heading to the castle where all the princesses were. You snapped a picture of Josh meeting Elsa and Anna per fan’s request, and put it on Twitter and Snapchat, laughing at the explosive responses.

It had come time to start finishing up, and the last ride you decided on was the Little Mermaid ride. Since the ride was dark, kind of lengthy, and you were mostly away from other people for the majority of the time, you made an action plan in your head and smirked.

Sat in the seashell seats, once you and Josh entered the darkness, you leaned over and placed your mouth on his roughly. Josh got the message quickly and grabbed your face, kissing you so hard you may bruise. He moved and kissed the side of your neck, making you moan softly. You shifted so that he was underneath you and you were straddling him in the confined space. He came to your lips and whispered, “You gotta be quiet, babygirl. Wouldn’t want everyone else on this ride knowing you’re my little whore.”

The moment he said that, the ride came to a halt. You and Josh pulled away and looked around, you kneeling and straddling his lap, your heat on his crotch that you could feel hardening. The music still contunued playing, the visuals still moving, but the seashell cart you were in was completely stopped. It was strange mainly because the ride was a nonstop ride and was supposed to always be in motion. Part of Your World suddenly faded out and the announcer came on the loud speaker. 

“Dear DisneyWorld attendees, we are expiriencing some technical difficulties. Please stay remained in your seat and remain calm until the ride continues or instructed otherwise,” he said, then the music continued playing.

This was all Josh needed to reattach his lips to yours as his hand travelled to your breast. He felt it and cupped it, squeezing it softly. He kept your lips attached to his, and his hand travelled further down your body until it was resting where you needed him the most. He rubbed your heat through your jeans and kissed the spot on your neck that drove you crazy.

“Josh.. please,” you moaned in a whisper.

“Please what, baby? Use your words,” he smirked.

“Touch me,” you moaned again. 

Josh moaned, kissing your lips again, as his hand skillfully unbuttoned your jeans with one hand. He slipped his single hand into your pants and delved into your folds.

“You’re such a dirty whore, look at you. All drenched for me on a fucking children’s ride,” he whispered as you moaned at his words.

He quickly reached up with his other hand and covered your mouth.

“You filthy little girl, you gotta keep it down baby,” he smirked.

His fingers rubbed your clit in vigorous circles as you nearly bit his hand in pleasure. He sucked at your neck and bit softly, leaving a mark as you yelped. He continued to rub while your hands grabbed the back of his white tank in fistfulls. Suddenly, his slender fingers slipped inside of you, making you arch your body towards his. 

The ride finally started moving again and Josh only worked his fingers faster inside you. You felt the heat growing in the pit of your stomach. 

“J- Josh, I’m close baby,” You said, screwing your eyes shut, ready for the pent up feelings to be released.

“Too bad,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean.

“What the fuck?” You angrily asked, settling down in your seat again.

“We’re almost at the end of the ride, baby,” he smiled, kissing your cheek.

“This isn’t over,” you glared at him with dark eyes.

“I sure hope not,” he grins, sitting back in his seat. 

The ride opens up again and you are faced with the setting sun and loads of people waiting. You two nearly jump out of the ride and he takes your hand in his, still damp from the events earlier. You exit the ride and the worker smiles at you, but your focus is set to one place: the parking lot. People are staring at you two, probably because of the light bruises on your neck and the obvious bulge in Josh’s jeans. You whip out your phone, ready to schedule an uber, but you’re cut short.

“Josh Dun!” a boy exclaims. Josh smiles, pulling his shirt down to cover the obvious tightness in his lower region. You pull back a bit and see the small crowd of fans forming. Josh pulls in the guy for a hug, poses for a picture, and you see some girls in the tiny group giggling and staring at you. They approach you and shyly ask for a picture, which you put up a fake smile, getting in the selfie. Just before the picture snaps, you see the large hickey on your neck, which is proudly out for the picture. Your heart drops, but before you could say a thing, Josh is the one pulling you away. As more people start to recognize him, Josh starts looking around. Once he spots it, he drags you towards the secluded area.

“Josh what are we doing?” you ask, frustrated and tired of him pulling your arm.

“I can’t fucking wait until the tour bus. We’re taking care of this right the hell now,” he mutters, voice taken down a few octaves.

He sees the ajar closet beside a restaurant and rushes in with you in tow. He slams the door, locks it, and slams you up against it, connecting his mouth to yours with a sloppy kiss. 

“You dirty girl,” he moans, gripping the bottom of your shirt and roughly pulling it off of you, sending your sequined Mickey ears flying. You do the same, throwing his white tank top to the side, his own Mickey ears going with it. You run your fingers through his bright yellow hair, down his arms, all over his chest. He body was a masterpiece and you wanted to touch every inch of him. The thing that set your nerves ablaze the most, however, was the fact that he felt the same way about you. He slips off your bra and runs his hands over your breasts, feeling your nipples. He massages them for a while and you moan, “Josh, please, stop teasing.”

He shoves your pants down your legs and his breath hitches.

“I didn’t even realize you weren’t wearing any panties, holy shit,” he says, voice breathy. 

You step out of your pants, kneeling down where your face was at his crotch. You palm him through his jeans and he lets out a loud groan.

“Please baby,” he whines.

You undo his belt buckle and pull his jeans down, his briefs coming after. He steps out of them and you grab for his large erection, expecting to put your mouth to it. However, he grabs your hair and you stand back up. 

“No, not today. I need to be inside you,” he says, lust dripping from his words like acid. You smirk, pecking his earlobe.

“Then use me. Fuck me until I scream your name and can’t walk.”

Something snaps inside of Josh. He throws you against a table in the small closet and bends you over it, your back touching the cold wood. He throws your legs around his waist and bends over you, squeezing your breasts. He puts the tip to your entrance and you arch your back. 

“Fuck Josh,” you groan. He finally slips into you, filling you up. You let out a loud moan as Josh starts his fast pace, thrusting in and out of you at a high speed. All the pent up frustration and sexual tension was finally coming out and all you could do was moan repetitions of his name. Since it had been so long, you felt the familiar tension in your stomach growing already. Josh kept his pace and you clawed at his back, drawing blood. He nipped at your neck and you yelped again.

“Fuck Josh, I’m gonna come,” you nearly scream, his thrusts only getting faster.

“Come baby, come all over me,” he says back, and that’s it for you.

The best orgasm of your life washes over you and the only coherent thought that can cross your mind is Josh. You moan his name again and again. You feel everything but feel completely numb and you are sure you come close to blacking out because of the intensity of it. Your body shakes as you ride the aftershocks, clenching yourself to get Josh to his high. 

“Fuck babygirl, that’s so hot,” he moans as he twitches inside of you. You feel him spill deep inside of you with a shaky final moan. 

Josh slips out of you and you look down and realize.

“Holy shit, did I really squirt?” you ask, shocked. 

“I’ve never made you do that before, holy shit, that was so hot,“ he says, finally pushing off you, looking for something to clean up with. You lean up off the table, feet touching the warm ground where Josh’s feet were and try to stand up, but hold the table for dear life, a pain surging through your lower region.

“Well you stayed true to your word,” you giggle, and Josh comes over to help you get dressed.

“Sorry, babe,” he winks, slipping your shirt onto you.

“Don’t apologize, I loved it,” you smile, kissing him again, stepping in your pants. You slip on your shoes and Josh puts on his own clothes. You call for an Uber and he smooths his hair down as well as yours, and puts both of your Mickey ears back on.

“Now how are we going to get out of here,” Josh’s laughs. 

“You go first and I will go next,” You say and Josh kisses your lips then slips out of the door. You adjust your hair so the multiple marks on your neck are hidden and slip out the door, limping slightly. Once you are both successfully out, Josh lets you jump on his back. Once you jump (more like hobble) onto his back, he winces. You slap his head playfully.

“Hey, are you saying I’m fat?” You scoff jokingly. You see the glint in his eyes as he shakes his head no and you pull the back of his collar and study his back. You gasp slightly and smile, seeing the marks you left going all the way down his back. You smile smugly and mutter a ‘sorry’ to his ear.

As you exit the park and head to the Uber, you and Josh receive the same text from Tyler, and a picture of you and Josh with the fans earlier is attached. You see Josh’s obvious bulge in the picture and your hickey, purple and proud, in the picture. You read the text and Josh lets out a hearty laugh.

 so you can manage to get down in disneyland and not get caught but the second the idea crosses your mind on the bus, i always interrupt? unfair.

You reply something sassy to his text and climb into the Uber behind Josh. Josh leans over to your ear and whispers, “You don’t even know how long I have been waiting to do that, we should do it more in public if it’s going to get you that hot and bothered.”

You nod at him, interlocking your fingers with his and looking out the window, watching the park get smaller as the trees passed by.


Requests are open

Royalty : Conor Maynard Smut

requested by @iwanttoleavethisworld​ :)

“Change the song Joe!” Caspar asked as some slow song started playing throughout Joe’s apartment.

You were spending your Friday night with your friends, all chilling at Joe’s. It was you, Joe, Caspar, Jack, Conor, Josh and a few girls that Jack and Joe had invited. The night consisted of music, alcohol and lots of drinking games.

The time now was around 1am and everyone was pretty drunk, including you. Looking around the room, you noticed everyone was lacking energy now. Jack was sat with a girl, whispering in her ear which made her laugh. Conor was sat on a chair near the TV, Joe had bought some more chairs down so that everyone could sit down.

As you watched Conor take a sip of his wine, you sighed. He was so attractive, you both fucked on a regular basis but it was never anything more. The worst thing was that he always ignored you in front of the boys, they all guessed that you two didn’t really get along. Conor made you so angry, he really did, but also so horny at the same time.

Conor’s face lit up as Joe changed the song. It was his own song, Royalty - you instantly recognised it.

“Cor, get this shit off!” Jack said, making everyone laugh.

“Let him have his moment, Jack. Filming the music video for this was the closest Conor’s ever been to a lap dance.” Joe snorted.

“Is that actually true, Conor?” Caspar asked seriously.

Conor instantly froze, and so did you.

“Um… No.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“When the hell have you had a lap dance?” Jack asked in disbelief.

You started to feel a bit embarrassed so you just looked down at your drink, stirring it with the straw. Everyone was slurring their words, due to the amount of alcohol that had been consumed tonight.

“I had one once before sex. Conor shrugged, trying to get Jack off his back.

“Bullshit. Who would give you a lap dance?” Jack shook his head.

“Yeah, prove it Conor.” Josh added.

There was a moment of silence before you heard your name leave Conor’s lips, making your heart beat super fast. Looking up, your eyes met his.

“It’s true.” You said quickly to the boys.

“How would you kn- Wait… You two?” Jack quickly figured it out.

“Holy shit!” Caspar said excitedly.

“Y/N giving Conor a lap dance, damn, that is something i’d love to see.” Joe announced with drooped eyes. The alcohol was talking.

You felt a little awkward, and so you looked back at Conor. He was staring at you with pleading eyes. You instantly knew what he wanted. Looking over to Joe, you nodded, hoping that he would clock on.

Standing up, you felt the alcohol take over your body as you pulled your skirt off, leaving you in just a shirt, bra and underwear.

“Start the song from the beginning.” You told Joe as you walked over to Conor.

Everyone began to cheer as the song replayed and you placed your hands on Conor’s shoulders.

You took Conor’s drink out of his hands and placed it on the side before swaying your hips to the music in front of him. Conor opened his legs and you stepped closer to him, moving your hips as sexily as you could.

Due to the fact that you were a dancer, you knew what you were doing. And due to the fact you have been with Conor many times, you knew how to drive him crazy.

“This is so hot.” You heard Joe. Everyone else was shouting things but due to the music you could only hear Joe as he was the closest.

Conor’s eyes never left your moving body, he sat back and let you do your thing. You moved your hands all over your body, up to your hair and down your body slowly.

Turning around, you moved your ass sexily in front of Conor. He always told you how much he loved your ass, and as you moved you felt his hand make contact with the bare skin with a slap. This turned you on so much as everyone let out woo’s.

As you turned around, you pulled your top over your head revealing your new matching set of underwear. You felt sexy. As you looked down at Conor, you could tell he was majorly turned on right now as he looked up at you with lust in his eyes.

Shifting onto him, he instantly held you by your ass, pulling you closer to him. As soon as you came into contact with his clothed crotch, Conor grunted.

Everyone was cheering in the background, encouraging you.

You grinned at Conor’s reaction to you. You circled your hips, rocking back and forth to the beat of the song as your gripped his shoulders. You pushed your core deeper onto his crotch, feeling the hardening member underneath - you had to bite your lip to try and hold in a moan. You grinded on him hard, opening your legs a bit wider every time you pushed your hips.

Conor looked down at your breasts, licking his lips. You knew he wanted you. Bad. As you continued to moved your hips onto his body, you realised everyone had gone fairly silent.

As you looked over your shoulder, you noticed Jack had a girl on his lap, kissing her hungrily. Josh was in a similar situation as he was now too busy with a girl. Joe and Caspar were still watching, smirks on their faces and bulges in their trousers.

“I really want to fuck you. Here.” Conor growled at you as the song came to and end.

Your hands went to your back, unclipping your bra and throwing it to the ground. You were very aware that you were getting naked in front of Conor’s friends but the thought of being fucked in front of people was turning you on more than ever.

“Please do.” You moaned at Conor’s words, your fingers unbuttoning the white shirt Conor was wearing.

You pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He looked so fucking hot right now. You were soaked and your core was aching for him.

“Y/N.” Conor squeaked as you continued to grind against him. “Please, I need to be inside of you.”

You knew what he needed. As quickly as you could, you moved your underwear to the side as Conor unzipped his trousers, reaching in to pull out his hard length. You both weren’t even thinking about the other people in the room that were watching, just too turned on by each other.

Conor let his cock free and your mouth watered as you looked down at it. Shifting a bit, you sank down onto him - hissing at the way it filled you up as much. He groaned, and shoved his hips up, making you swallow his whole cock in a quick thrust. You gripped onto Conor’s shoulders, throwing your head back as you let out a loud moan.

You noticed that the song now playing was now black beatles, and oddly it worked. Conor’s eyes slowly scanned over your body and as his eyes met with your thighs, his face dropped.

You realised what it was - your scars. You didn’t want Conor to see those at all. You did the first thing that came into your mind and crashed your lips against his.

He kissed you back slowly, with passion. He gripped your hips as he pulled away.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful. All of you.” He whispered as your foreheads rested together.

You almost did it. You almost admitted your feelings for him in that moment. The words ‘I love you’ almost left your lips - but they didn’t.

Conor then placed his hands behind his head, resting against the chair and you obeyed. You moved your hips, sliding them in and out, the tip of his cock in just before pushing yourself down to swallow his girth.

“God…” He breathed out, his hands coming forward, wanting to grip on something - anything. You guided his hands to place them on your breasts and he instantly gripped onto them, massaging and attaching his mouth to one of your nipples.

The sensation caused you to moan out.

“Oh, Conor…”

“Go faster, baby.” He panted as he pulled away.

Your hips slammed on his groin fast, but sharp. His cock was poking your g-spot and you clawed his chest as he threw his head back in a moan. Conor thrusted up, so that his whole tip can hit directly at your g-spot, and your hands gripped onto his shoulders.

He was coated in a layer of sweat, as well as the other boys were but you didn’t even notice them. You felt his release coming close. He twitched in you, and you rode him faster, wanting your release as well. After a few more thrusts, you exploded onto him, triggering his own release.

He held your hips, thrusting up, burying himself deep into you. As Conor released, he groaned and moaned out your name for all of the boys to hear.

When you both were finished, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you into him as you both caught you breaths.

When you finally got off of him, you turned around to see something you would have never thought would happen. Jack was in the same position you and Conor were in just moments ago, a girl was on top of him riding his bare cock. Josh was still staring at you with hooded eyes as a girl had a hand in his boxers, pumping at his length.

Joe was nowhere to be seen but Caspar was in the same place, his cock out for everyone to see as he pleasured himself with his hand and the sight of you.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, look what you did to our friends.” Conor laughed as he pinched your ass.

-

The next morning

When you walked into Joe’s kitchen the next morning, you were beyond nervous.

“Here she is!” Jack announced as you walked in, wearing Conor’s button-up shirt that you had wore to bed last night.

Everyone’s eyes went to you but they were all smiling. Conor was sat on a stool, his eyes going up and down your body as he admired the sight of you in his shirt.

“Come here, babe.” Conor shift on the stool and held his arms out to you.

As you walked over to him, he pulled you in for a hug.

“Y/N we’ve all agreed not to bring up last night ever again.” Joe told you, sipping from his mug.

“Good.” You replied, staying close to Conor.

“Although, we all also agreed that we’d all love to fuck you too.” Caspar added, making your cheeks flush.

“I don’t think so.” Conor shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist.

does anyone else see josh on the street as a parallel to the heathens vid?

tyler sees josh, who is busy drumming and doesn’t even seem to notice him. he just continues drumming as light flares up around him - meanwhile tyler’s motif is dark, shade, and black colors

and when he runs into josh the flames begin to get brighter and the scene wilder and as tyler breaks out of the car everything is liberating - just like in the prison when he gets his yellow suit on 

and does anyone notice when everything goes back to normal, and tyler looks disenchanted again, josh isnt there - and maybe that’s because in both videos, tyler imagined josh as a coping mechanism and a manifestation of liberation from his mind,

5,674 miles northeast [josh dun]

Originally posted by 21pilotsgifs

warnings: Language, Insecurities, Fluff

word count:4601

note: ***I came up with this idea of the soulmate and their tattoos and such, so if you want to use this idea for any other writing or use then please ask for permission before doing so. This soulmate AU is where each soulmate has a tattoo on their wrist of a compass, the dial (hand) spins to point in the direction of your soulmate. Underneath the tattoo, it says how many miles away said soulmate is. Also, if I am being honest, I don’t like my writing in this imagine. I might end up taking it down and reposting it later because it kind of sucks.

italics = josh’s pov


    5,674 miles Northeast.  

    Five thousand, six hundred, seventy four miles away from your soulmate.

    The number was so recurring, every time you sat in your house, the numbers reappeared. The same numbers: 5,674. This led to you assuming that his house was 5,674 miles away from your house.

    You pondered the number as you stared blankly at the ink that permanently sat on the skin of your forearm. The image of a detailed compass was imbedded there, just staring back at you. However, it was not the beautifully designed compass that bothered you, it was the numbers and letters written underneath it that urked you.

    He was so far away.

    The one person that you longed for most in life, was almost six thousand miles away from you.

    The only things you knew about him were how far he was and what direction he was in.

    5,674 miles Northeast from your position.

    You didn’t even know his name.

    Wiping away a tear that had fallen, you stood from the tan plush couch cushions you had previously been sitting on, and walked towards the direction of your kitchen. Sighing when you pulled out a mug for a cup of coffee, you looked back down at the tattoo.

    You really needed him there. You needed his warmth and his company; you needed his comfort and his laughter. He was the only one you needed to pick you up when you were sad, and the only person you wanted to be with when you were excited and happy. Somewhere out there, he was waiting for you, probably wishing for the exact same things.

    Filling your mug to the brim with the warm brown coffee, you headed back to your living room where you picked up your bag. Tossing it over your shoulder, you headed out the door to your car, where you began driving to work.

    Josh sat in his house with Tyler by his side.

    They were going over ideas for an upcoming music video, but Josh just could not seem to focus. He was staring absentmindedly at his tattoo, tracing his index finger over the delicate spirals and lines.

    5,674 miles NorthEast.

    He was so far away from the one person he needed in life.

    Of course, Josh was happy. He had Tyler, his best friend; he had his mom and his family. They loved him and supported him with everything they had. He would never take that for granted because he knew the importance of family and friendship. Josh was getting everything he needed from them, just not from you - the one person he truly wanted those things from.

    Josh was shaken out of his thoughts when Tyler nudged his shoulder.

    “Hey, man,” Tyler spoke, his voice quiet as they were the only two people in the room, “What’s going on? You’ve been a bit distant lately.”

Josh shook his head and smiled softly at his best friend, dropping his arm to his lap.

“It’s nothing,” Josh managed, “Just something stupid.”

Tyler once again nudged Josh in the shoulder, smiling goofily, “Josh, nothing you have to say is stupid. You can tell me anything.”

Josh looked up at his greatest friend and genuinely smiled. The two had been friends for so long that they understood when something was wrong with the other, even if they denied it. Josh was so thankful to have Tyler in his life in such cases.

“It’s just that-” Josh cut himself off and raised his tattooed arm to his eyesight again, “I miss her. Is that weird? To miss someone that I’ve never met?”

Tyler chuckled and shook his head, “Nah, man. It happens, I used to miss Jenna before I met her. It’s just something that happens because you know that they are out there and not here.”

Josh nodded his head and went back to tracing the elegant designs on his forearm. He stayed silent for a few moments, pondering what you looked like and what your personality was life. He often wondered about such simple things; like the color of your eyes or how tall you were. These were just small things that made him chuckle and smile fondly at the imprint engraved on himself.

Tyler looked at his friend and laughed softly, “You’ll meet her soon, buddy. Soon.”

Josh nodded before telling his friend that they should get back to work. Tyler nodded, and the two best friends went back to talking about ideas for a music video; this time, Josh contributed more to the conversation and gave ideas. All the while, he was wondering whether or not you would like what they were planning.

When you finally arrived at work, you were already exhausted.

You had driven through traffic because of an accident on the highway, and you had to take a longer route to your job because the same highway had to be shut down. Along the way, you had spilt your coffee onto yourself, the piping hot liquid soaking through your clothes and causing you to let out a few colorful curse words. The action had made you turn your car around and head home so that you could change your clothes to something that was not covered in coffee. Everything was just going wrong today.

Dropping into your seat and closing your eyes, you let out a tired huff.

From beside you, your friend chuckled at your behavior.

“Wow,” She laughed, “What’s got you all worked up?”

You sighed and opened your eyes, turning to face her smiling face. You let a smile of your own grace your face as you looked at your long time friend. You had met on your first day of work, immediately becoming friends.

“Just getting to work today was awful and I don’t have enough energy to even get started right now,” You groaned and threw your head back against your chair, “I had to take another route to work because the highway was closed and then I spilled coffee on myself and had to go home to change. Then I couldn’t find another outfit because everything was dirty and I keep looking at this stupid tattoo that keeps telling me that I’ll never meet my soulmate because he’s insanely far away.” You continued to ramble about the worst day of your life before your friend cut you off.

“Hey, babe,” She comforted, “You’ll meet him one day, you just have to be patient.”

Tears began to well in your eyes as you thought about it. Yeah, you’d eventually meet him, but what if he did not like what he finally saw. What if he didn’t like your weight or your looks? After all, you were not that skinny and in your opinion you were not that pretty. What if he doesn’t like your personality? What if he hates the things you like?

Endless ‘what if’ questions ran through your head and you looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers and letting tears fall onto the black ink engraved on your arm.

You friend frowned sadly as she watched you, and then she stood and approached your saddened frame. She nudged you as a sign to scoot over and you complied, giving her a spot to sit next to you. She grabbed your shoulders and guided you into her body, letting you cry into her shoulder.

Gently shushing you, she pulled you back so she could question why you were so sad, “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head and wiped tears off of your face, trying to cover the red blotchy eyes that had come with the tears.

“I’m just worried,” You whimpered, “I’m scared that he won’t love me”

Your friends face fell and she tilted her head with a look of sympathy and understanding, “Oh honey.”

You looked back at her, not wanting her pity, but continued nonetheless, “I just feel like when he meets me, he won’t like what he sees. Like, he won’t like that I’m not as skinny as other girls, and that I don’t wear makeup like them. I’m not pretty or smart and I just feel like he won’t like it.”

Your friend pulled you back into her arms and rubbed her arms along your back, murmuring comforting words to you before she pulled you back once again.

“Those things don’t matter; whether you are smart, skinny, tall, short, or whatever. He’s going to love you no matter what; no matter the circumstance, no matter what you look or act like, no matter what things you’ve been through. That’s why he’s your soulmate. This man was made specifically for you; he was made to love you and only you. He is going to love you until the end of time, no matter what happens. Even if you don’t like what you see in the mirror, it doesn’t matter because he will,” She rambles.

By the time she finishes her speech, you are in tears again; the words moving you so much that you sob into her shoulder once more.

Your friend just chuckles, knowing that you realized her words were true. She rubs circles into your back and tells you to get back to work with a reassuring smile. You comply and push her out of your chair, laughing when she stumbles to the floor. She gets back up, laughing, and shoved you back. Both of you let out squeals before returning to your work.

Hours later, at your lunch break, your friend sits by your side once again.

All of the sudden, her head shoots up and she looks at you with glee in her eyes, “Oh my gosh! I almost forgot to tell you!”

You laugh at her squeals before asking what she was talking about.

She looked at you with a glint in her eye before opening her mouth to explain, “Well, you know how your favorite band Twenty One Pilots is coming into town for a concert in two days?”

You nod and then sigh, “Yeah, but I’m too poor to afford any tickets.”

Said friend began to smirk at your reply which caused you to look at her as if he was insane, “What’s wrong with your face?” You laugh.

She laughed before beginning to speak, “Well, I just so happened to get a bonus at work last week and may have bought two tickets to see said band.”

Your jaw drops.

“No way,” You speak, shock and amazement evident in your voice.

Your friend giggles, “Yes way!”

You laugh excitedly before leaping out of your seat and running towards her. She laughs along with you as you grasp her into a tight hug, feeling ecstatic for once in your life.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” You ramble to your best friend as you dance around the room, the both of you laughing and crying because you finally get to see your favorite band live in a few days.

A few hours later, you arrive home and collapse onto your bed with a huge, giddy smile on your face. You reach a hand up, once again beginning to trace the tattoo on your arm.

Then you notice something.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at your tattoo and notice that the number had dropped.

4,245 miles.

And the number was dropping quickly.

Twenty minutes: 3,981.

An hour: 2,432.

Wherever he was, he must have been on a plane.

You gasp in happiness. He was heading in your direction.

He was heading to you.

You collapsed into your bed with the same smile on your face, but this time it was ten times wider.

Josh Dun was ecstatic.

He might have the chance to meet his soulmate.

He was heading on tour, flying to their next stop when he noticed the numbers on his arm were changing. They were dropping quickly, meaning that he was getting closer to you.

His heart thumped in his chest, and he turned to shake Tyler. Josh was so happy that he almost woke bystanders on the plane when he spoke to his best friend.

Tyler shot up when Josh nudged him before sending him a questioning look to him when he noticed nothing was wrong.

“Look!” Josh nearly shouted, “The numbers! They’re going down!”He turned his forearm to the side so that Tyler could read the numbers on the side: 2,432 miles.

Tyler smiled and patted his friend on the shoulder, “Congrats, buddy.”

Josh smiled giddily and looked at the screen in front of him. The plane had installed television screens to the back of each seat so that people could watch movies and monitor their flight path. He leaned forward to click the screens ‘Your Flight’ button. He watched with nerves in his stomach as it loaded the flight pattern.

When it finally loaded, he looked closely at the little plane illustration that would tell him how far their destination was from where they were currently.

His heart thudded wildly and his stomach was lurching as he searched the screen for the number that would tell him how close he was going to be to his soulmate.

When his eyes caught sight of the number, he almost passed out; his heart leaping out of his chest. The corners of his mouth turned up so high that you would have thought Josh was on drugs.

Tyler looked at his friend with surprise on his face and moved so that he could see the screen that Josh had moved away from.

Tyler smiled in happiness when he read the number.

2,400.

Two days later, you were sitting on your couch next to your friend.

Both of you were hanging out before you had to get ready for the concert that night. While sitting on the couch, you were both marveling at the tattoo on your arm. 32 miles. He was in the same town that you were in right now.  

You had been tempted to go out and find him, but your friend had convinced you to wait until after the concert because she was afraid that once you found him, you wouldn’t be able to leave him.

In an hour, the both of you were about to leave for the concert; you had taken a shower and changed into a pair of black jeans, a twenty one pilots shirt, and you old, worn converse.

When your friend had approved your outfit after making you spin a few times, you were ready to leave. Both of you entered her black Jeep Wrangler, you sitting in the passenger seat and your friend in the driver’s seat.

While driving to the stadium, you noticed that the numbers continued to drop, so you turned to face your friend, “Hey, so how far is the auditorium we are going to?” You questioned her with a spark behind your eyes.

She looked at you with confusion swirling in her own eyes before answering your question, “I don’t know, maybe thirty miles?”

You grinned madly at the words, “Really?”

She once again looked confused before realizing what you were thinking, “Oh my gosh, no way!”

You laughed at her and nodded your head, “He’s going to be there.”

Your soulmate was going to be at the concert.

He was going to be within your reach.

The numbers on your wrist were going to dwindle down to zero.

You laughed as tears filled your eyes, and you thought about what he might look like. Was he tall? Short? Was he blonde or brunette? What was his personality like? Was he kind and sweet or was he stubborn and strong? You desperately hoped it was a mix between the two.

Finally reaching the stadium, you looked down at your wrist to see the numbers imprinted there - no, number.

One.

One mile.

You were one mile from your soulmate and he was one mile from you.

A brilliant smile graced your face and you violently tapped your friend’s shoulder. She spun around quickly, ready to yell at the person who would not leave her alone, but stopped when she noticed it was you. Instead of screaming, she just pushed you back and questioned what was wrong.

You excitedly showed her your arm and the both of you squealed in utter joy.

“I’m going to meet him!” You cried, “I’m actually going to meet him!”

Your friend, who had already found her soulmate, was congratulating you, hugging you to her and giggling about how she would not see you as much because you would be with him. Of course, she did not mind because she knew what it was like to have a soulmate in her life.

Hours later, after the concert had started, you were in general admission, having the time of your life. Jumping around to Polarize and Heavydirtysoul, made you completely forget about the ink engraved on your skin. Instead, you jumped around and sang your heart out as your favorite band played right before your eyes.

When the last song finally finished, Tyler yelled out into his mic words about how fun the concert had been and how he wished they could have stayed longer. You and your friend sighed as the two left the stage, leaving you and the rest of the audience to filter out.

When you reached the car, you still had not remembered the tattoo; only when you finally reached your house, did you look down to your wrist and then scream in frustration. You had not realized that you had forgotten about it, and now you would not get that same chance again.

Sighing and letting tears soak your shirt, you layed back onto your bed and punched the pillow. It was not the best way to filter your anger, but at the moment, you could not think of a better way.

When you finally wore yourself out, you collapsed onto your bed and closed your eyes.

That night, you dreamt of him. You dreamt of him holding you in his strong arms and whispering how much he loved you.

It was the best nights sleep you had gotten in awhile.

It was minutes before the concert was to begin, and Josh was nervous. He always got a few pre-show jitters, and they were just starting to hit.

He bounced his leg up and down as he sat on a couch backstage. Tyler sat next to him, enveloped in his phone; he was probably texting Jenna.

Josh, who was feeling more nervous then he usually did, reached down and began rubbing the tattoo on his forearm. It was a habit he had picked up when he was nervous. Rubbing the tattoo made his think that you were there with him, helping him with his nerves.

Tyler looked up from his phone at his friend, watching how her played with the ink on his arm, as he often did. The singer laughed and nudged his friend, “You’ll be fine, Josh. These people love you.”
    Josh looked up at Tyler, not stopping his motions, and then he replied, “Yeah, I know, but I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous all of the sudden. Usually I get a few nerves before shows, but they usually are not this bad.”

Tyler sighed and looked to his friend, trying to decide what he should do to help.

That’s when he noticed it.

The bold faced number sitting on Josh’s arm.

The number one.

Tyler immediately grabbed Josh’s wrists to take a closer look at that ink, trying to see if he had seen it wrong. Josh shrugged away, surprised at the sudden movement. Tyler had grabbed Josh’s arm and trapped it between his hands, looming over it like a lion did to his prey.

Josh laughed, “What the fuck is going on?”
    Tyler looked shocked as he looked up at his best friend, raising Josh’s wrist to his face, “I think I know why you’re so nervous.”
    Josh took one look at his wrist with a sigh, not wanting to see the numbers again.

But then he faltered.

The number was so small yet meant so much.

She was one mile, maybe even less, away from him. He could finally wrap his arms around her and tell her how much he needed and missed her. Josh leaped to his feet and looked closer at his arm.

“Holy shit!” He yelled out, “Holy fucking shit!”
    Tyler stood up next, embracing Josh like a brother would.
    “Congrats, man! You finally get to meet her!” Tyler spoke, “She’s probably at the concert.”
    Josh did not say anything, simply stared at his forearm in wonder. So many thoughts were running through his head about how this moment would go. Josh knew that when he saw you he would know that you were his soulmate. For some odd reason, Josh just knew that he would know.

A security guard stepped forward, putting his body in front of the pair. He told them that the show was starting and they had to get on stage.

Josh sighed and turned to Tyler, who had told him they would look for her after.

The red-haired man smiled and agreed, wanting nothing more than to see you for himself.

During the concert, Josh managed to forget about you for a few moments, and instead focused on drumming. It was his passion; his greatest skill. Josh loved drumming so much, and he was so lucky that he got to play them beside his friend.

After the concert had ended, Josh immediately ran backstage to change. He threw on a shirt and changed his sweaty shorts into jeans before he took off towards his car. Tyler followed closely behind, shouting at Josh to get in the passenger seat to tell him where to go.

His wrist read, TWO MILES SOUTHEAST.

Tyler started the car without a second thought and began driving the exact direction the compass had told him.

Seconds later, Josh had arrived at the spot. However, the numbers kept changing. It increased to a number one, then two. It occurred to him that she must have been in a car.

Josh hollered at Tyler to keep driving, so Tyler did.

They followed his wrist compass, as crazy as it sounded, until they reached a quieter neighborhood. The number hit zero when Tyler pulled up next to a gas station.

Josh stared at his wrist in wonder.

It said zero.

His soulmate must have been right in front of him.

Unbuckling his seatbelt and throwing open the car door, he ran towards the only other car in the parking lot of the gas station.

Seconds before he reached it, the passenger side door opened, and the most beautiful girl Josh had ever seen stepped out. She looked down at her wrist frantically, before she looked up and moved around, looking as if she were searching for something. It then hit Josh; that was his soulmate.

The girl with the beautifully, silken hair and glowing eyes. She moved with such grace and beauty that Josh wanted to melt. He stood frozen as he watched her, until she looked up at him.

She froze.

Then she looked down at her tattoo once, as did Josh, and then they were running towards each other. It was as if they both just knew.

Josh took off, his feet carrying him faster than he ever had before. He was panting, tears already beginning to fall from his eyes as he watched you take off towards him. Josh opened up his arms just as you reached him, letting your body crash into him. He lifted your body off the ground and your legs wrapped around his waist. Josh let out a small cry of happiness and he buried one of his hands in your hair. The other one supported your butt, so that you did not fall. One of your hands ran frantically through his hair, and the other squeezed his shoulder. Josh then felt tears leak onto his shoulder, and he pulled your face away so that he could look at you better.

His breath was taken away.

You were so beautiful.

Josh let out a happy sob and pressed his forehead to yours. Still letting out small cries of your own, you pulled his wrist up to your face so that you could compare tattoos.

They were exactly the same.

You cried out in joy and buried your face back in his neck. Josh chuckled and buried his own face into your hair. He let tears fall from his eyes as he clutched you tightly to his body before he spoke, “You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you.”

When you replied in a voice that sounded cherubic, Josh melted, “I guess I could say the same.”

Josh laughed and he set you back onto your feet so that he could connect his lips to yours.

It may have seemed unrealistic to anyone watching them; two strangers meeting and kissing for the first time. However, it was not weird to the two people kissing. They had finally found that one person that suited them, and they were ecstatic.

Josh clutched you close to him as he let his lips freely claim yours. He tilted his head to the side so that he could have a better angle when he kissed you, and you complied, tilting yours in the opposite direction. Your lips were soft and tasted sweet, like strawberries and chocolate. Josh sighs happily, and let his tongue slip into your mouth. You moved one of your hands up to bury itself in his hair and he let out a small moan.

When Josh finally managed to pull himself away, he introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Joshua Dun.”

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, introducing yourself, finishing the statement with, ‘I can’t believe my soulmate is Joshua fucking Dun.”

Josh had giggled at the remark before getting a bit more serious, “So, 5,674 miles.”

You sighed and let out a ‘yeah.’

A lightbulb went off his Josh’s head and he spoke to you with absolute joy in his voice, “How about we reduce that number to zero? Go on tour with me.”

  You looked up at him with a confused yet excited look in your eyes, not believing that you’re soulmate was Josh Dun, and he just invited you on tour with him.

Letting a few more tears slip from your eyes, you connected your lips once more before you pulled away and spoke, “Yes.”
 

Have Some Patience

“josh is trying to get your attention while you’re on your phone and you ignore him too much so he started teasing you and eventually eats you out”

Originally posted by jcsephsdun

This was so much fun to write because Josh just ruins me. I might write a part 2 for this just because I got a little carried away haha (oops). Requests are open x

Word Count: 1,860
Requested: yes
Smut: yes


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