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heartbeat pt. IV

Title: Heartbeat Pt. IV
Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader, Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rough stuff, angst, drama, more fluff than usual. It’s time for shit to get real this part, you guys.
A/N: This is gonna be the second to last part of the series, so I hope you guys enjoy. Once I finish this, I’ve got a lot more fun stuff up my sleeve for yall!

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Josh watched Tyler, an amused smirk on his face.

“We’re best friends. That’s it,” Tyler insisted.

“Uh-huh,” Josh replied, trying to look serious as he watched his friend’s cheeks colour with embarassment.

“…”

A few seconds of silence under Josh’s gaze and Tyler couldn’t take it.

“Ok, fine. So maybe I do like her, but come on man, gimme a break. Just don’t tell her.”

Josh rose to stand, making his way towards the exit.

“Dude, I mean it… Josh? Josh!”

Tyler called after him but the only reply was the sound of Josh’s laughter echoing in the hall.

Josh Dun Imagine Just Acting

Requested by Anon:  Josh dun imagine where the reader is an actoress and josh is on set when they have to do a sex/murder scene (whichever)

Josh’s hand squeezed yours, as you led him onto the set for your latest film. It was his first time visiting you whilst you were filming, because he’d just finished the tour. Your colleagues gave you a smirk and you looked at Josh. 

“I’ve never been on a set before.” He mumbled, eyeing the various cameras. You grinned and pecked his cheek, before explaining how things worked to him, until your director called you over.

“I’ll see you soon.” You kissed him and walked over to your director and the other lead. 

“So, we’re filming your death scene today (Y/N). Now everyone thinks you’ve betrayed them, so your murder is what drives the final act, when they realise that they were wrong. I want fear and sadness (Y/N), ok?” You nodded, excited for the scene. 

You took your place, against the wall, opposite a door, where the villain would emerge from. Your director started the scene and you quickened your breathing, as the villain gave a monologue about their plans.

“This will never work. I’ll tell them and-” You stopped as the villain produced a gun and aimed it at your chest.

“I don’t think you’ll be very talkative in a few minutes.” You gulped and snapped your gaze to the fake window. The villain smirked and fired the gun before your character could even move. You crumpled to the floor, as your breathing slowly became shallower and the villain fled the scene.

“Cut! That was perfect. We’ll reset and do a few more takes, but I think we have it.” The director called and you skipped over to Josh, who was looking upset. 

“Hey, are you alright?” You asked, looking at him in concern. Josh wrapped an arm around you. 

“It’s just…you’re really good and that just seemed so real, I-” Josh stopped and you saw that he was upset by your scene. 

“This isn’t real Josh. Nothing is going to happen to me. It’s acting. I promise. If it’s difficult to watch, I understand if you want to leave.” You kissed him and he relaxed at your touch.

“I know. I’ll stay and see how things are.” You gave him a quick kiss and walked back over to the set, preparing to do the scene again.

Requests are open

Josh Dun| My Other Band Mate.  -Chapter 2

Description: An alternate universe based on the Hamilton soundtrack.

Y/N and Josh are finally official and now are planning… Marriage!? You would think Zoë would’ve confessed by now, but I think she’s still waiting till after the marriage…

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


Chapter 2: Marriage!?

ONE WEEK LATER…

YOUR POV

“Hey Y/N, it’s time for di-“ the voice, who I assume is Zoë, began.

I was currently on my phone talking to Josh, we had been talking a lot since we met and lately it has been a part of my routine. But I’m not complaining, every phone call with him just makes my life even better.

“Oh, are you talking to Josh?” Zoë questioned.

“Uh, yeah. Was it dinner you were talking about? I’ll be downstairs in a minute,” I answered.

Zoë frowned a little bit when I said yes, but her smile quickly brought up again.

“Hey, do you maybe want to form a harem?” She smirked.

“What!?” I laughed.

“I’m just saying if you really love me you would share him.”

“Ha! No way dude. Why don’t you just stick with Tyler?” I said, completely forgetting that I was still in a phone call with Josh.

“What?..” Josh said, completely confused.

“It’s nothing. I have to go eat dinner, I’ll call you later!” I said, chuckling at myself for rhyming.

Zoë was still waiting at my door, looking at her phone, probably scrolling through Tumblr knowing her. She made her way downstairs once she realize that I was done. I trailed behind her, quietly humming a song that I don’t quite remember the lyrics to. Our parents and Bridgette was already at the dining table, waiting for us, mainly me. I apologize to them for keeping them waiting. Zoë and I sat down on our usual seats and gathered ourselves some food.

Our parents asked Zoë about her future plans and asked her how their tour was and places they have been. When they recognize a place, they tell us a little story about it, either a story of when they were there or the history of the city.

“So, Z, until when are you going to stay here?” Our dad asked.

“Until next, next month. Then, we have to get a flight back to LA, pack our bags, and be on our way to another country,” she said.

“I don’t remember which country, though,” she continued, to which Dad just hummed in response.

“Oh, that reminds me,” I began.

“Me and Josh are planning to get married soon,” I said, nonchalantly.

Our dad dropped his spoon and his mouth turned into an “o” shape.

“M-marriage!?” Zoë choked out, obviously shocked.

“Y/N, marriage is a decision that you think thoroughly through. This isn’t just deciding whether or not you should go to the mall.” Mom said, her voice serious.

“Yeah, but, this is Josh. Zoë has known him for a long time and I’m pretty sure he’s a good guy,” I said with a smile.

“Right, Z?” I looked over to her, but she was looking at her lap with a frown on her face.

All eyes were now on Zoë.

“Are you okay Z?” Dad asked.

“Uh, y-yeah. I’m fine,” she stuttered and forced a smile to her face.

Dad sighed.

“Why so soon anyways?”

“We want to get married before they start their next tour. Because then, he would be really busy and since the band is getting a lot noticed and much more popular, we have decided that before the clique gets even more populated, we should get married,” I said with a shrug.

“Okay, Y/N, we’ll give you and Josh a chance,” he said.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, dragging out the “s”.

~

2 WEEKS LATER…

Zoë, Bridgette, Mom, and I are currently in the living room. Zoë and Bridgette are in their phones while Mom is comforting since I’m literally a big ball of stress. Josh and our dad is in the dining room. I feel like I’m dying inside cause there’s literally just dead silence in the kitchen at the moment. It took all my strength to bottle up all my emotions and to try not to cry.

I heard inaudible comments so I stood up and took a peek of the scene in the dining room. Dad is stoned face while Josh is asking for his blessing. I can barely hear what they’re talking about, so I decided to just go back and sit on the couch. But before I can do that, my father stands up and makes his way across the room to Josh. From the serious look on my father’s face I guessed that Josh and I are through. Then it hit me, if my father doesn’t approve of Josh then Josh and I are… through?! I started to panic and a tear escaped my eye.

I was readying myself for the inevitable, but instead my father shakes Josh’s hand.

“Be true, son,” he said.

Josh nods his head and smiled from ear to ear. He notices me peeking in the doorway and his smile got even wider. Sure, it’s plausible but, is it possible?

He makes his way to me and brings me in for a passionate kiss. He pulls away some time later and holds my hand to the level of his chest.

“Y/N, I may not be that rich and I may not be as popular as Tyler. All I have is my never ending love for you and pretty great drumming skills. It’s insane how your family brings out a different side of me. Bridgette has faith on me and Zoë tried to get a bite of me,”

I interrupted him by turning away to look at my sister. I gave her a glare. Josh noticed this and chuckled.

“No worries, my love for you doesn’t lack certainty and as long as I’m alive you’ll never feel so-“

“Helpless?” I interrupted him.

He smiled at me and nodded.


belsmomaus  asked:

So you need more prompts? ;) In case you haven't done that yet: 129: “Um… it’s not what you think…” for sniperpilot, please?

I’ve only done one of the number prompts on that list so… here’s the next one :) I also blame/thank @shima-spoon for the resting grouchy face thing

(I’m not going to be taking prompts until May thanks to rebelcaptain & bodhi week!)


Cassian catches Bodhi staring at him for the fourth time that day. He had just sat down after delivering his briefing  the group of rebels gathered around the conference table. Naturally, his eyes had wandered over the crowd and found Bodhi amidst the group of X-Wing pilots gathered at the other end. He hadn’t still mastered the art of subtle staring, and when Cassian made eye contact with him he abruptly turned away. 

What was wrong with him? Cassian mentally rearranges his expression, worried he’d startled Bodhi with his “resting grouchy face” as the younger recruits liked to call it when they thought he was out of earshot. 

The rest of the meeting fades into the background as Cassian mulls over his options. 


Cassian pulls Bodhi the side when the meeting is dissolved.

“Hey,” he says.

“Um, hey?” Bodhi offers. 

“Have you been wanting to talk to me?” 

“Not… really, why?” 

Cassian bites his lip. Where had his interpersonal skills gone? They always flew out the window with Bodhi. “I mean, I noticed you kept, um, looking over at me.” 

“Oh,” Bodhi idly rubs the back of his neck. “Huh.”

“So… there’s no problem?” 

“Nope.” He can tell Bodhi feels like he should say something more, and Bodhi’s grip tightens on his helmet. “I mean, you’ve been really helpful with the whole,” he gestures, “coping thing. Really. Like, it’s working well enough that um.. I don’t think…” 

Oh

Bodhi’s eyes widen. “I mean, thank you. Thank you. And yes, we can hang out… later. With Jyn, too. But like, we just had a mission debriefing, so I need to go do… stuff.” 

“So we’re good right?”

Bodhi nods. 

“I’m not like… spooking you or anything, right?” Cassian bites his tongue. What was he saying? If Draven had heard any of this he’d never get sent on a mission ever again. 

Bodhi raises an eyebrow, and Cassian recognizes a mischevious sparkle in his eyes. Oh… no. He’d been playing him the entire time. Cassian bites back a curse. Of course. 

Um… it’s not what you think,” Bodhi says, tugging at the edges of his gloves, suddenly avoiding eye contact.

“Then what is it?” 

Bodhi looks up at him and Cassian catches himself staring at the loose hair framing his face. He shakes his head. Snap out of it

“You’re the Rebellion’s master spy. I thought you were good at reading emotions,” Bodhi teases, a touch of a smile on his lips.

Emotions? Cassian looks at him quizzically. Bodhi tilts his head at him, eyes sparkling, and suddenly everything falls into place. He blinks once, twice. Oh

Cassian swallows. Two can play at this game. He was the master of it, after all. “Okay, then. See you tonight?” He’s visibly caught Bodhi off guard. He’d clearly been expecting to tease him a bit longer. 

“Um, yeah. Tonight.” 


The game doesn’t last much longer than that, because tonight ends up with Bodhi bumping into Cassian after dinner, almost a little too conveniently out of the way of everyone else. “I can’t read emotions, huh?” Cassian says and Bodhi gives him a heavy lidded smirk, before winning the game by completely taking Cassian by surprise and kissing him right in the middle of the corridor. 

It’s okay, Cassian thinks later on, when his hand is tangled in Bodhi’s hair. If this is what losing meant, he’d do it more often.

The difference between tøp and top:

Tøp: Twenty One Pilots

Top: Phil Lester