#josh LOVES to make tyler flustered

[joshler-trash21]

in my head josh pulled his shorts down that low to make tyler flustered :3 and tyler’s face was stained a shade of red for the rest of the day

[bisexualtwinkk]

cherry pt.2 tyler joseph

famous!reader x tyler joseph from twenty one pilots

summary: tyler out himself in front of a whole stadium about being in live with you.

a/n: sorry about taking so long omg, I'm doing my professional internship to be an english teacher and don't have time off, but here is the second and last part! thanks for the support and I'm going to try writting more! xoxo

the lights on the stadium suddenly went out, making your heart jump with excitement.

what’s you eta?

a scream left your mouth along with thousands of other people, everyone look like they were having the best day of their lives. this was the first time at a proper twenty one pilots concert, besides festivals, invited personally by the tyler joseph.

yes, personally.

after the whole fanfic situation and talking for a few days, both of you decided to go out to a small coffee shop for breakfast.

tyler was there a few minutes early than accorded, looking outside of the window every two minutes waiting for you to come in, which you did after 10 minutes, just in time.

your eyes immediately went to tyler, who was standing up looking at you, a huge smile adorning your face, walking quickly in his direction to hug him tightly.

“I can’t believe you are real, oh my god, you are my favorite singer ever, I really mean it, I’ve been listing to you for so long, god” words fall from your mouth without letting the hug end. tyler’s arms stayed around you until you broke the hug. “I’m so sorry, I sound like a crazy fan” you took a step back, feeling your cheeks turning red.

“don’t worry at all, it’s an honor to meet you, josh and I love your music, don’t be embarrassed” his hand running up and down on your arm, sending shivers down your spine “do you want a coffee? my treat.”

that morning turned into an afternoon and that afternoon turned into a night, neither one of you wanted the day to end, tyler invited you to his home studio and showed you some old clips of him screaming in his parents basement, and you invited tyler to your favorite place: your kitchen, where you baked some cookies for him.

once the clock hit 01:00 am, tyler went home after spending almost half an hour saying goodbye, which included tons of hugs and kisses, on the cheek of course.

yourusername let me know when you get home, thanks for today, I had the best time!

tylerrjoseph just arrived, excited for our next date:)

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tylerrjoseph just make sure I look good;)

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after a couple of casual dates, calls that lasted hours, and meeting josh, which by the way, was more nervewracking than you thought, tyler invited you to the clancy tour in your hometown, leading you to that moment.

the concert started almost an hour ago, the energy was out of this world, everyone, you included, was singing of the top of their lungs, jumping and dancing around. at some point josh waved at you from the stage, making tyler looked at you and smile.

"hello pretty" he said through the microphone, followed by the screams of their fans, "we have one of my favorite people tonight, guys" tyler kept his gaze on you while graving a guitar for the next song "please say hello to yourname, everyone" the cameras pointed at you, showing your flustered face, your hands covering your smile.

"is truly an honor to have you here, at our concert" he said with a high pitch tone, moking what you said previously "in all seriousness, thank you, yourname, I spend the best days with you, you are truly an inspiration to us and to thousands of people"

you felt your eyes getting watery from hearing such pretty words, specially coming from someone you admire and care. you throw kisses with your hands at him, making the crowd even more thrilled about the whole interaction.

"you can give me one of those after the show" tyler said with a smirk, while playing the first cords from paladin strait "sorry guys, I think I'm ovulating or something like that, this is paladin strait."

the concert came to an end, your hands shaking from the adrenalin and anticipation while walking behind a security guard to take you backstage, guiding you through the hallways until letting you in front of a door.

tyler joseph

you knocked, hearing steps getting closer until the person behind it opened the door, showing tyler with some residue of black paint still in his neck and hands, "hello ty" you couldn't finish saying his name.

because he kissed you.

his hands cupped your face while his lips met yours, the kiss was needy, almost desperate, your hand quickly went to his neck, continuing the kiss while entering the dressing room, separating only a few inches, feeling each others heavy breathing.

"so" you kissed tyler's lips a few times, making both of you smile, "ovulating you said?"

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[oldiesstationlover11607]

*In SpongeBob’s voice* 🧽Hi. How are ya?🧽

The amount of joy that surged through my body when I saw that the sponge was yellow is indescribable. Anyways, hi. What up? It’s me 💛, back at it again with another request! You went above and beyond with the last Torchbearer story btw! Like, honestly, novel worthy in my eyes. It was so good and the ANGST!!! And I like the cliffhanger ending. Gives you places to go if you so choose, but also can keep it just as a one part story and the reader can sort of extrapolate what happens next.

So, I come to you with a new request. It’s Josh (Josh-Josh this time. Not one of his incredibly neglected lore characters. Have no fear). Idk if this is too similar to something else you have written (disregard if it is), but I was wondering if you could write a fluffy one shot about the first time Josh introduces the reader (his girlfriend) to Tyler and Tyler makes it his mission to bring up any embarrassing story about Josh that he can just to mess with him. Josh gets all flustered and stuff, but the reader loves it. Idk. I just feel like Tyler would do something like that.

Tease - Josh Dun x Reader

Relationship: Josh × Reader + Tyler!!

Warnings: none - fluff

Word Count: 1056

A/N: HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!! I'm using it for bandito battle bc I love how it shows off their friendship and it's nice a short!

Josh had been raving about Tyler since the day we met and for a while I thought they were dating. He thought it was a good idea to disregard the fact Tyler had been married for a year and describe him as ‘handsome, talented, and the coolest person he’d ever met’. It wasn’t until we hung out at a local park that he confessed he liked me. I admitted I thought he was gay–let’s just say that was a fun conversation. We’d been dating for about a month when he deemed me worthy of meeting his lord and savior Tyler Joseph. We’d agreed to meet at a diner close to our house–some fake 50s themed place which Josh claimed had the best milkshakes despite the fact I was severely lactose intolerant. Josh had been jittery all day about this meeting. I caught him pacing in the kitchen at least three times, mumbling things like, “What if he says something stupid?” and “Maybe I should cancel.” But I reassured him with every step, telling him Tyler was probably just as excited to meet me as I was to meet him. We walked into the diner, the bell above the door chiming, and there he was—Tyler Joseph in the flesh, sitting in a booth with his arm draped over the backrest like he owned the place. He glanced up from the menu, a smirk already forming when he saw us approaching.

“Josh! Dude, finally!” Tyler stood and gave Josh a bro hug, patting him on the back with a little too much force. Then he turned to me, his smile widening. “You must be the famous girlfriend.”

I laughed. “Famous, huh? He’s been talking me up?”

“Non-stop,” Tyler replied, sliding back into the booth. 

“I’m assuming he’s told you I thought you two were dating?” I chuckled.

“Yup,” he laughed, “But don’t worry, I’ve got some even more embarrassing stories about him.”

Josh groaned, sitting beside me. “Ty, please, not today.”

Tyler gave him a mischievous look. “Remember that time at the festival, Josh? You were supposed to hop on our tour bus, but you got on the wrong one and ended up at a completely different venue. Man, that was priceless. We didn't even know you were missing until you sent that frantic text from some random band’s bus.”

I giggled, looking at Josh, who was already turning red. “Seriously?”

“It wasn’t that bad…” Josh muttered, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, yes it was. You should’ve seen the look on his face when he realized. And have you seen that video of him in a blonde wig? He made it with some old friends on iMovie.” Tyler leaned in conspiratorially, eyes gleaming. 

“He didn’t.” I burst out laughing at that. “A blonde wig? Really?”

Josh buried his face in his hands, clearly embarrassed but smiling underneath it all. “Tyler, you’re killing me here.”

Tyler just grinned wider. “Hey, she needs to know the full Josh Dun experience.” Then he shot me a wink. “Trust me, it’s worth it.”

I could feel Josh squirming beside me, half-laughing, half-pleading with Tyler to stop. But the teasing wasn’t over yet.

Tyler leaned back, tapping his chin as if deep in thought. “Oh! How could I forget? The YouTube Bible readings! Have you seen them?”

Josh groaned louder this time, his head falling back against the booth in defeat. “No, Tyler, don’t.”

“What?” Tyler asked, feigning innocence. “I think they’re inspirational. You looked so serious, man, like you were auditioning for a role in a biblical drama. And that shaky camera work? A true classic.”

Josh peeked at me through his fingers, his face practically glowing red. “I swear they were for a good cause.”

I laughed, patting his arm. “I bet they were. We’ll have to check those out on movie night.”

Tyler’s grin turned devilish as he added, “I’ll send you the links. Honestly, it’s prime content.”

Josh let out a loud, exaggerated sigh, trying to hide his smile behind his hand. “Why did I bring you here again?”

“Because I’m your best friend and you love me,” Tyler said, not missing a beat. He took a sip from his milkshake, watching us with amusement. “You know, you got yourself a good one here,” he continued, looking at me now. “Josh has been over the moon since you guys started dating.”

Josh looked up, his cheeks still a bit pink, but his expression softened. “Well, I’m pretty lucky too.”

Tyler made a gagging motion. “Ugh, gross. But sweet. I’ll allow it.” He glanced at me again, a playful glint in his eyes. “Just make sure you remind him every now and then that he’s a dork, okay?”

I grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. I think I’ve got that covered.”

Josh chuckled, finally relaxing a bit as he reached for my hand under the table. “Yeah, she definitely does.”

Tyler clapped his hands together dramatically. “Alright, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s order some food.”

The rest of the night was filled with more jokes, teasing, and stories—this time with Josh doing his fair share of dishing it back to Tyler. But even through the laughter and light-hearted banter, I could see how much they cared for each other. Tyler's endless teasing was more than just poking fun at Josh—it was a way of showing just how close they were, how deep their bond went.

As we left the diner, Josh laced his fingers with mine, a soft smile playing on his lips. “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

I squeezed his hand. “Not bad at all. Actually, I think I love you a little more now.”

Josh raised an eyebrow, his smile growing. “Because Tyler embarrassed me?”

“Exactly.”

He shook his head, laughing as we headed toward the car. “Great. Remind me never to let you two gang up on me again.”

“No promises,” I said with a grin.

Tyler called out behind us, “Next time, I’ll bring the blonde wig and we can make a part two to that movie!”

Josh groaned, but I could tell he was happy. And as we drove home, I knew I’d just witnessed something special—this crazy, hilarious, wonderful friendship between two guys who would always have each other’s backs, no matter how many embarrassing stories they dragged up along the way.

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🏩🌹🧠 for joshler ask game!

🏩 Favourite ship tropes?

I love the whole joking flirting that turns into real flirting, like they are all flirty banter in interviews, in their everyday when everyones watching but they do it because they love the reactions they get from everyone around them but... why is Josh suddenly flirting with Tyler when they are all alone at their hotel room? why is the room so hot suddenly? why is Tyler liking it and wanting more of it?!!!

I'm a sucker for slow burn friends to lovers omg the slowly getting to fall in love with each other, The whole "shit, i like you" realization, the doubts and insecurity that comes with the whole questioning: does he like me back? (bonus points if its in early days tourbus).

ONLY! ONE! BED!

🌹Who fell in love first?

MMMM It's hard to tell but I think it was Tyler, small young Tyler so passionate about music get to know this young hot drummer just as passionate as him and just falls head over hills in love with him.

Maybe they fall at the same time, who knows.

🧠 Favourite headcanons about the boys?:

I think its safe to say they like to make the other flustered, Tyler enjoys to see the reaction he can elicit from Josh anytime he says some weird things at interviews (the whole "friends with benefits thing" "then we put our clothes back on." "Josh and I usually we like to brush our teeth before we kiss" ) but Tyler is the one that gets the most flustered when Josh does it back because he is not used to him being confident and flirty back at him.

Josh is so unintentionally hot and Tyler's suffering because of it, he gets distracted at shows ("OOh! Josh is shirtless!) while staring at Josh's chest and abs and oh that v line... (I get it Tyler if i had a hot bandmate i wouldn't concentrate either) Also he gets so touchy because how can he control himself from not touching that perfect body.

and ok finaaaally, i'm a slut for jenshler so... Jenna realizes Tyler's joking crush on Josh is not a joke at all so she talks to him and tells him its fine, that she's ok with it and that they should get together. They do, they love each other and then maybe just maybe time later Tyler realizes that Jenna is staring at Josh in a way he knows very well, so he tells her back that its fine he's ok with it and they all end up together loving each other :) xx

Thanks for the ask!!

[beanfic]

New Roommates-Ch.2

Word count: 1838

Warnings: Talk of parental death & language 

Author’s note: Here is chapter 2 of my YouAU for Kansas’ writing challenge! As a reminder, this series is in first person from MY perspective so it is not a reader insert fic, but I hope you still enjoy it! :)

I felt strange right as I stepped foot into my new bedroom. It was still hard to wrap my mind around the fact that I have officially moved out and moved in with strangers I met off the internet. 

My suitcases sat in front of me. It seemed as if they were mocking me. I knew I should start unpacking but I could slowly feel myself getting more and more anxious. I stood up from the bed that the movers had installed and stretched my arms. Maybe if I had some company I would be able to unpack quicker and stay motivated. 

I opened my bedroom door and peeked my head out. I could hear Kae’s voice in the kitchen, and that was exactly who I needed to help me. Usually, I felt anxious around people who I do not know, but they made me feel so comfortable, it was nice. 

“Hey Kae! Do you want to help me unpack? I felt like it could be an easy bonding experience,” I joked as I walked into the kitchen.

“Hell yeah!” They stood up from the stool and walked back to my bedroom with me. 

The next hour was spent with me explaining my past to Kae while folding, hanging, and putting away clothes. Kae was easy to talk too, but I also wanted to know more about them. 

“Looks like the clothes are all done!” Kae announced. I nodded and held my hand up for a high five. 

“Let’s make my bed next since I need to sleep in that tonight,” I chuckled. Kae and I grabbed both ends of the black sheets and tucked them over the mattress. 

“This comforter is so pretty!”

“Thank you! My mom got it for me as a moving out gift!” I smiled. The black and white striped comforter matched well with the white furniture that I had picked out. The colors I chose for the room were black, white, and rose gold! 

“This blanket is so soft,” Kae wrapped her body with a fluffy rose gold blanket you had found at target. 

“Right?”

“I think I might steal this.”

“Maybe I will just have to buy you your own!” I giggled.

“I can just buy myself one! Target trip!” Kae clapped excitedly once again. 

“Yes! I love target! That is where I got most of my rose gold decorations to go on my dresser and desk!” 

“I love it! Your room is so cute.”

“Thank you, Kae!” 

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation that we were having. I went over and opened it up to reveal Tyler. 

“Kae don’t you have work at 6?”

“Oh fuck!” they screamed. “I lost track of time! Sorry, Y/N, but I’ll be over lots!!” I waved goodbye to Kae who rushed out of my room. Tyler shut the door leaving me alone with my thoughts once again. I continued unpacking tiny nick-nacks that had sentimental value. Small, nostalgic memories flooded my brain everytime I picked up an item. 

I missed Oregon. I missed the trees, the rainstorms, the beach, the mountains. Columbus isn’t bad, it’s just not the same. 

The smell of a seasoned chicken being cooked in the oven wafted into my room, filling my nostrils. My mouth started to water, and my stomach began to rumble. I had such a hectic day that I really didn’t eat that much. I was starving. 

I opened the door and was greeted by Josh also coming out of his bedroom. His eyes matched with mine and we both just awkwardly stared at each other for a second too long. 

“Hey, Sav,” Josh broke the eye contact as he looked away. I blinked a few times. Why was that such an awkward encounter? 

“Hey, Josh. Why didn’t you help me move in?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm to my tone of voice so he knew that I wasn't actually upset. I even crossed my arms and leaned into my hip for added effect. 

“As the boys probably told you I was busy!”

“They said you were taking a nap?”

“Yeah, busy taking a fat nap.”

I rolled my eyes and walked away towards the scent of dinner. My heart started to speed up as I realized this would be my first dinner at my new apartment with my new roommates. 

“Hey, Sav! Good morning, Josh!” Mark teased as we both sat down at the counter. He was wearing an apron that had ‘Chef Mark” embroidered into it

“It smells delicious!” 

“Thank you! We are having rosemary lemon pepper chicken, asparagus, and mashed potatoes! It should be done in about five minuted and then you can help yourself!” Mark explained. 

I smiled towards him before turning around to see what Tyler was up to. He was sitting on the couch heavily involved in a Mario kart race. 

“Does he usually play alone?” I turned back around asking Mark and Josh, not wanting to disrupt Tyler.

“Usually when I am cooking, or when Josh is busy.” Mark put air quotes around the word busy. 

“Shuddup,” Josh mumbled. He was busy on his phone and I took a peek over. I recognized the app almost immediately. 

“You’re on tinder?” I practically laughed in his face. 

“Jesus,” Josh locked his phone and glanced up at me. “Why yes I am.”

“For some reason that surprises me.”

“Why?” Josh furrowed his brow.

“I don’t know, I feel like you could just find dates naturally.”

“Because I am naturally handsome?” Josh winked. 

“No,” I rolled my eyes once again. I quickly looked away from Josh once I started to feel my cheeks get warm. There was no way I was letting Josh see me getting flustered. Even though I did think he was naturally handsome and pretty, and cute. I had to stop. He was my roommate. 

“Dinner is ready!” Mark called out. I stood up from the stool and followed behind Josh. Tyler slowly made his way over to the kitchen from the couch.

“How is Mario kart going?” I asked him.

“Not too well, I keep on getting third and I am no third placer.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Josh laughed as he scooped a pile of potatoes onto his plate.

“You lose to me literally every single time we play, Josh. You have no place to talk.”

“I’m not as bad as Mark though.”

Mark looked up from his own plate with his mouth wide open, “You guys are just rude.”

I softly laughed to myself as the boys continued to bicker. It was probably going to be something I need to get used to. I grabbed a few pieces of chicken, asparagus, and a scoopful of mashed potatoes, it looked and smelled delicious. 

I noticed that all the boys hurried over to the couch with Josh and Mark planting down on the bean bags. I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to sit, as I wasn’t fully comfortable eating on a couch so I decided to walk over to the kitchen table. 

“Sav!” Tyler yelled as he turned around. “Come sit with us!” 

I smiled, “Okay.” I took a few deep breaths as I shuffled over and sat on the far left of the couch next to Tyler. The couch made a pfft sound as I lowered down into the cushions. 

“So, Sav, let’s use this as a bonding experience! Tell us more about yourself!” Mark asked. 

I shrugged my shoulders as I finished chewing a piece of chicken that I had in my mouth. “I don’t really know what you guys even want to know! I’m not interesting.”

“Let’s start why you moved to Ohio! You mentioned something about your grandma?”

“Oh yeah.” I rubbed my arm. “My grandma isn’t doing too well, she has stage 3 breast cancer, and my mom felt guilty that she was all the way in Oregon and not here helping her own mom.”

“So it’s your mom’s mom?” Tyler clarified.

I nodded, “Yeah, it’s just me and my mom. My Dad passed away when I was 11 from Leukemia.”

“I’m so sorry, Sav, I had no idea,” Tyler said softly. 

“That must have been really hard,” Josh chimed in. He looked up at me with his large chocolate eyes and I found myself getting lost in them. 

“It’s okay, it was such a long time ago but I still have those days where I miss him a lot.” I looked down at my plate, not wanting to be caught staring into Josh’s eyes. I don’t know what it is about him, but he just mesmerizes me when I look at him. 

“Let’s change the subject to something happier! You graduated college right?” Mark asked.

“Yeah, from Portland State University! I majored in Psychology but I can’t really do anything with that degree unless I go back to school for a masters program which is why I am hoping to make extra money from the photography job I found.”

“You already have a photography job?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah! I had an interview about a month ago, and I just found out last week I was hired!”

“What is it exactly?” Mark questioned. He was a videographer himself so he was also familiar with cameras. I was actually hoping he could give me some camera tips.

“I’m working with the Olentangy Local School District with photographing their sporting events!”

“That’s where my Mom worked!” Tyler laughed.

“Just sporting events?” Josh looked up from his meal with his left eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, why?”

“What about the band? Theatre? Choir? The arts?”

“That’s true,” Tyler agreed. 

“The sports are just more important I guess,” I shrugged and smirked over at Josh. “Plus I don’t get to choose what I photograph.”

“I think that’s exciting! I knew you liked to take pictures but I didn’t realize you were a photographer,” Mark announced.

“I wouldn’t call me a photographer, but thank you!”

“Can we see some of the photos that you have taken?” Josh asked. I was surprised that he wanted to see them out of all the boys, but it made me excited. 

“Sure, I have some of my favorites saved on my phone.” I pulled out my phone and opened it up to the album titles ‘favs’. I clicked on the first photo, which happened to be of the sunset at a beach with a couple holding hands. I handed my phone over to Josh and Tyler and Mark were quick to look over his shoulder.

“Sav, these are amazing!” Mark said.

I smiled, “Thank you!” It means a lot coming from Mark since he was really into cameras and all that sort of stuff. I still consider myself to be new to the photography world.

“Yeah, you’re super talented,” Josh whispered as he handed me the phone back. His fingers brushed against mine as I grabbed my phone. I quickly shoved my phone back into my sweatshirt pocket and looked away. A shiver ran down my spine.

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WARNINGS: none

Tyler walks carefully up and down the aisles of shelves, feet soft and quiet on the worn carpet. He tucks in books that are sticking out, carefully places misplaced ones into the right section, adjusts the displays at the end of the aisles. Many of the books are old and faded from use, contrasting with the library labels on the front and the more modern setting of the library itself.

It’s a bit before closing time, so technically he could wait until everyone leaves, but Tyler is ever vigilant about his library. Well, it’s not exactly his, but he’s worked here for so long that he has a pretty strong emotional bond with it. He’s here bright and early every morning, and he stays late at night to make sure all the work is done. Most of the other librarians are here because they need money and it’s a rather easy job, but not Tyler; he’s here because of his love for books, his belief in their importance. No one who saw him could deny his adoration for the library.

His dedication to helping library patrons was firm, as well, so when he spots someone who seems to be thoroughly searching the protection shelves, he steps over to offer his assistance.

The man perusing the shelf looks to be an urban witch–Tyler doesn’t like to judge books by their covers, nor people by their appearances, but it does help to find what they’re looking for. He wears a plain hoodie and jeans with rips in the knees, but his hair is what really catches Tyler’s eyes–it’s bright red.

“Can I help you?” Tyler asks politely, tapping the man on his shoulder.

He takes out his earbud, and Tyler catches just a second of grunge music. “You work here?”

He nods swiftly, straightening the little badge that hangs above the pocket of his shirt. “I do. Can I help you find anything?”

“Yeah, actually.” The man takes out his other earbud, letting them dangle loosely around his neck. “I was looking for a protection spell for my dog.”

“That’d probably be in the animal magic section. If you’ll follow me,” he adds, taking a step away, then leading Josh around a corner and up a flight of stairs. He knows this place like the back of his hand, nothing ever fazes him, but somehow he feels a bit flustered with this particular stranger behind him.

“What kind of dog do you have?” he asks, to ease the awkward tension.

“Golden retriever,” the man replies.

They step into a corner of the library that’s usually empty, a place reserved for animal magic. Many people seeking magic involving familiars wind up here, where in fact there’s a whole different section for that, so Tyler often guides people out of here rather than in. It’s unusual to be doing it in reverse.

“Here you are. We have a couple of good books on animal protection,” he adds as the man steps closer, clearly reading the book titles.

Tyler hesitates, somehow, reluctant to leave. The man speaks up before he can. “Do you have any recommendations?”

“What kind of protection are you looking for?” he asks briskly.

“Just general, I guess.” The man traces the delicate, cracked spine of one of the books. “I would’ve done my usual protection spell, but I wanted something easier and a little more geared towards dogs.”

“I get that.” Tyler leans over him to grasp a book, and for a reason he cannot explain, his heart races. He pulls the book off the shelf and shows the stranger the cover. “This one here has quite a few pet-friendly spells. I’ve had several people tell me it’s worked for their dogs.”

The man takes the book from Tyler and carefully flips through it for a moment before decisively closing it. “I think I’ll take it. Thank you…” He trails off, and suddenly he’s looking right at Tyler, right into his face, and he forgets his name for a second.

“Tyler,” he says, quickly.

The stranger smiles, and Tyler’s stomach twists. “I’m Josh.”

[sitkowskiryan]

secret keepers. douze.

repost because i apparently never gave you guys chapter 11!

Warnings: smut, disregard of pronouns, dysphoria mention, emotional abuse(?), and vulgar language. This stuff is all just mentioned as josh and tyler talk about it.

Disclaimer: I am a cisgender, bisexual female and so I have no idea what is like to be a trans, gay man so I am sorry if I offend anyone! I'm gonna say this here and I'll repeat it in other chapters where I feel like people can get mad at me for things. If I have gotten something completely wrong/offensive, please give me advice on how to make it better!

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Josh grunted as a weight settled on him, eyes slowly opening to see his boyfriend happily perched on his chest, wiggling his little hips.

"Ty what are you," Josh's question was cut off by a soft kiss to his lips, Tyler's hands trailing down his body and towards his boxers. Josh let out a soft moan, he always enjoyed being dominated by Tyler. It was nice to see the usually shy man take what he wanted. It was at this moment that Josh remembered what had happened last night. Talk about a cock block. Josh pulled back from the kiss, sitting up so he could see Tyler and so the younger man couldn't avoid his questions with kisses.

"Honey what about last night?" Josh got out breathily since Tyler had started to attack his neck half way through his question.

"Tyler," Josh attempted to be stern, but the teacher whined in annoyance.

"I don't wanna talk about it Josh," Tyler whispered, "I just wanna be close to my boyfriend, right now," Tyler purred, running his fingers through Josh's hair. The older man bit his lip, not sure what he wanted to do. He wanted to make sure his boyfriend was okay after last night, but also didn't want to see his confidence drain from him. Josh sat unsurely for a second before nodding his head slightly.

"You tell me when you need me to stop, the exact second Tyler," Josh said, tone firm as he gripped Tyler's hips tightly. Tyler nodded his head to show he understood before pulling Josh back into the kiss. Josh got lost in the kiss, holding his boyfriend with such care like he was scared Tired might break in half. It was the standard make out session that they were used to having. Until Tyler took one of Josh's hands and casually led it into his boxers. Josh's fingers trembled as they touched Tyler's coarse pubic hair, trimmed to by hygienic, but not like how the girls Josh has been with were like. Josh reminded himself that Tyler was no girl and he shouldn't be comparing him to past relationships.

"Be tender," Tyler instructed, letting go of Josh's hand and moving his own up to clench at Josh's bicep. Josh gulped audibly, not wanting to accidentally hurt Tyler or cause him discomfort. Josh thought back to his past with girls and by-passed Tyler's clit to rub his labia slowly. Tyler inhaled sharply, rocking into Josh's touch.

"Sensitive honey?" Josh whispered, Tyler nodding his head against Josh's shoulder. The older man slowly made his way up to Tyler's clit, letting his thumb circle the nub, gradually getting faster. Josh kissed at Tyler's neck during this process, listening to Tyler's keens and moans.

"Joshua, oh Joshua, JOSHUA!"

Josh shot awake to the harsh shaking, looking over at the flustered Tyler. The pink haired man glanced down at his crotch and Josh let out a loud groan, rubbing a hand over his face.

"I'm sorry baby boy," Josh said, his voice groggy. He made to get up, needing to calm down away from Tyler so he didn't pressure his boyfriend. The last thing he wanted was for Tyler to be uncomfortable. Soft hands on his chest stopped him, Tyler pulling Josh back onto the bed. Josh looked at him confusedly, but Tyler didn't meet his eyes, focusing on drawing shapes on Josh's chest.

"Honey?" Josh whispered, reaching up to cover Tyler's hand with his own, pausing his movements.

"Have to get used to it, don't I?" Tyler whispered, bringing Josh's knuckles to his lips before putting them back on his chest.

"Can't be with the man I love if I can't handle his wet dreams," Tyler joked solemnly, Josh smiling warily.

"Baby can we talk about last night?" Josh asked, eyes focused solely on Tyler to watch his reactions. Tyler paused for a second before nodding slowly.

"Take your time darling," Josh whispered, slowly sitting up in the bed and pulling Tyler to sit in his lap. The younger man curled up to his chest, fingers hooking in Josh's collarbone for a brief moment. Josh rubbed his back tenderly, waiting for Tyler to start.

"It wasn't a sudden thing... I think I always knew that I was different. Girls like dolls and dresses and I would scream and cry every Sunday when my mom attempt to put me in a dress. I liked to play basketball and get dirty, no matter how much my parents scolded me for getting 'your pretty skirt, Tyler!' dirty," Tyler started, brushing his fingers over Josh's peck. It wasn't in an intimate way, more of a subconscious action.

"When I turned fourteen I met this kid, Mikey, in high school. His sibling was transgender, only male to female. Went from Gerard to Gemma," the name tickled the back of Josh's mind, but he couldn't for the life of him remember why. Not that he cared about anything other than Tyler's word right now.

"I wanted to be Tyler Robert instead of Robin, my family believed it to be a phase, but it was who I was - am. I moved out at eighteen and rarely talked to my family unless I was forced too. Got top surgery at twenty-one, wearing binders hurt, though I sometimes wear them when I feel less... masculine I guess you could say," Tyler trailed off, letting his fingers play with Josh's happy trail, plucking a hair here and there. Josh's muscles contracted with each pluck, but he didn't stop Tyler.

"Do you feel less masculine often?" Josh asked, speaking for the first time in twenty minutes. Tyler had paused in his story, plucking at the hairs on Josh's chest and stomach absentmindedly.

"No, not really... Sometimes on my, um, period or if I think about the past. I'm pretty confident in my body, though having a vagina sometimes messes with my head..." Tyler admitted, humming softly when Josh's hand came up to rub his calf gently, blunt fingernails dragging through the body hair found there.

"And have you thought of bottom surgery?" Josh prodded nervously, not wanting to be insensitive. Tyler's lips quirked into a smile at the question, tilting his head up to finally look at Josh.

"Yeah, and I think I'll pass on that part. Besides vaginal sex feels better than anal," Tyler giggled softly, Josh pulling him closer. He loved seeing Tyler smile and giggle.

"I understand if you are not into it and want to like break up," Tyler whispered, his smile suddenly gone and the insecurity showing on his face once more. Josh shifted Tyler so he was straddling his lap and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Honey, I wouldn't leave your side even if you were asexual. I'd love anything between your legs, even if it had something to do with tentacles." Tyler pushed him playfully at that, a small smile on his lips.

"And you wanna know something else?" Tyler nodded his head, biting his lip in a way that made Josh wanna flip them over and fuck him into the mattress.

"My dream was about playing with your clit and listening to your little noises that I am sure you make," Josh watched as Tyler's face turned red and didn't miss the subtle jerk his hips gave, seeking friction probably. Josh grinned at his boyfriend, patting his backside for a quick second and sitting back against the headboard.

"You dream about playing with my clit?" The word coming out of Tyler's mouth could have made Josh cum instantly if he was a teenager. Tyler did not like cursing, especially with Olivia in the house, so to hear such dirty words fall from his lips was hot.

Josh nodded his head, holding Tyler's hips tightly so he couldn't move them. Tyler huffed at him and they continued their conversation. Tyler's eyes widened when Josh revealed what he had told his family and burst into laughs that wracked his entire body. The both agreed never to call Tyler's bottom anatomy a cock ever again. Josh thumbed Tyler's hips, a lull in their conversation, one thought wracking his head over and over again.

"Hey Ty, how come you didn't want to tell me?" Josh finally asked, Tyler sighing, but he knew it was coming. He just didn't want to try an explain and hurt Josh's feelings.

"Protecting myself I guess? I didn't think you would come to mean so much to me or that I would ever meet you in person and here you are. I tried so many times to tell you that I was trans. How you didn't figure it out I will never know, missed health class baby?" Tyler teased, Josh knocking him off his lap. The teacher laughed and climbed back on top of his boyfriend.

"Plus I had bad relationships in the past where they find out I'm trans and say they are okay with it, but it was never long before they started to call me a sissy or a female or something like that. I didn't want you to be like that," Tyler whispered, wrapping his arms around Josh's neck. The older man rubbed his back and leaned up to press his lips to his briefly.

"I'd never hurt you or treat you different Ty. I actually dated a transgender woman in high school, couldn't figure it out then either," Tyler grinned at him, Josh rolling his eyes.

"But I had no problem with her, my problem was how people treated her when they found out. I wish with everything in me that I had been able to show her that I wasn't like the others. I'll spend my life showing you just how much you mean to me, how much you mean to my daughter Ty. I love you so much and that isn't going to change. Even if you turned out to be a killer."

Tyler's eyes were watering at Josh's admission, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

"I love you too sugar," Tyler whispered, pressing their lips together. Josh grinned into the kiss, flipping them so Tyler was on his back. The older man swallowed the younger's gasp, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Josh pulled back from the kiss, leaving Tyler breathless as he kissed down his jaw and towards his ear.

"Let me show you how much you mean to me, baby boy."

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[dreamsofpilots]

The Lodger Pt. 3

Tyler Joseph x Reader

Additional characters: Brendon Urie, Dallon Weekes, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley, Joe Trohman, Gerard Way, Josh Dun, Frank Iero 

Things are heating up at The Gerard Way Boarding Home for Lost Musicians.  

Warnings: Cursing, nudity, drinking. Y’know. The usual. 

AN: Hahaha my hand slipped and now this...good luck. I even surprised myself, like, I didn’t plan on this happening you guys. I swear. This chapter is very long so only read it when you have time. I know some of you are still going through finals, so please don’t let this distract you. 

Brendon drifted in the pool, his bum firmly planted inside of a ring floatie as his arms and legs spread through the water, paddling gently. His hair flowed out behind him when he tilted his head back to let his crown feel the coolness of the water on this hot summer day. His large black sunglasses hid his expression, and a beer drifted aimlessly beside him incased in it’s own floatie shaped like a pink flamingo. 

I sat at the edge of the pool, letting my feet dangle in the water. I found myself lost in thought as I watched how the sun caught on the waves, casting ripples against the skin of my toes. 

“Hey Brendon?” I asked. 

“Hmm?” he hummed, reaching for his beer without looking. 

I bit my lip anxiously before continuing, “What do you think of Tyler?”

Brendon shrugged, causing his floatie to squeak against his skin. “He’s alright,” he answered. “Why?”

I didn’t reply for a moment, and the silence seemed to speak louder than words because Brendon lifted his sunglasses away from his eyes, squinting at me. “Why?” he asked again, this time drawing it out. 

I shrugged. “Just wondering.”

I didn’t look up, but I could hear the squeaking of the wet plastic and the splashing as Brendon slipped out of his pool donut and swam towards me. Soon, the man was drifting under the water, his hair flowing like some sort of male siren before he emerged out of the water in front of me, wearing his signature smirk. 

“Does someone have a crush?” he cooed, placing his sunglasses on the concrete next to me.

My face immediately heated, and I struggled to speak. “What?! No!” 

Brendon lifted himself out of the pool slightly, maneuvering in between my legs, hands on the outside of either of my thighs. Water rolled down his chest and shoulders, dripping from his hair into his eyes. I leaned back slightly from how close he suddenly was. I could even see his long eyelashes clumping with water.

“Tell the truth,” his voice dropped. I felt myself shiver, not unpleasantly. 

Brendon and I had been pretty close with each other since we moved into Gerard’s. We somehow just clicked. Him, with his outrageous but kind hearted personality, and me with my more reserved self, but hiding an adventurous spirit inside. We cuddled often, and I’ve slept in his bed more than a few times when the nightmares would get bad. He wouldn't even question it, and just lift his covers, allowing me to cower against him. So having Brendon be this close wasn’t that unusual.

“I- I-” I gulped, unsure of how I felt or what to do. 

Brendon tilted his head, staring at me with his large emotive eyes, a glimmer of mischief within them. “Don’t tell me I have something to me jealous about...” 

He slowly inched his face closer to mine, a smirk still playing on his lips. I knew he was just teasing me, but there was something about his tone that made me unsure. His breath wisped against my lips, and I felt my own hitch in my throat. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat broke both of our attention. We turned our heads to see Tyler standing there, looking extremely uncomfortable as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

 “Um, I, just wanted to let you guys know that I’m heading out for a bit. I’ll be back later.” he said, unable to maintain eye contact with either of us for very long. 

Brendon sunk back into the water, “Sure man. Have fun. Be safe.” His grin was almost too cheeky. I narrowed my eyes at him, but if he noticed, he didn’t act like it. 

“Right,” Tyler locked eyes with me, then quickly looked away. “Um, bye.” He gave an awkward wave and then scurried out the back gate. 

Brendon laughed as the gate clicked securely behind Tyler. He swam back to his floatie, diving under before popping back up in the center of it, reaching for his beer that was still floating by. 

“What was that about?” I asked, unable to hide my flustered and slightly annoyed tone. The man shrugged again and I gave up with a groan. Lifting my feet from the water, I stood, brushing off my shorts as I did so. I collected my towel and turned towards the house, noticing Andy and Pete coming out. They were both carrying towels of their own and clad in their swim trunks. 

“Hey,” Andy acknowledged softly. 

I smiled at the both of them as I walked past, eager to be back inside. Joe and Dallon were jamming together in the living room when I walked past. “Where’s Patrick?” I asked. 

“Taking a nap,” Joe answered, not dropping his riff for even a moment. 

I nodded and headed up to my room, making sure to take quiet steps as I went past Patrick’s room. Sure, there was always music playing in this house, but that was something we all took comfort in, so I didn't want my footfall to be the thing that woke him up.

Tyler’s side of the bedroom looked so tidy compared to mine. His bed was made, and his keyboard was tucked away neatly into the corner. My side however, had clothes and pages filled with tabs strewn all over the place. I sighed, Tyler probably hated sharing rooms. 

Deciding to do something about this, I began to clean my room. I thought about vacuuming but remembered Patrick and promised myself that I would do it later. About halfway through cleaning, my phone started buzzing in my back pocket. I pulled it out and smiled when I saw who it was.

“Hey Gee,” I answered. 

“Hey! How are you?” he asked, his voice held a pleasant smoothness. 

I debated how much I wanted to tell him, because technically things were fine, but there was still some awkwardness between me and Tyler, and then Brendon suddenly acting strange this afternoon. 

“Things are...fine..”

Gerard laughed, “Why does your tone say otherwise?” 

I shrugged before remembering that he couldn’t see me. “I don’t know man, it’s just getting used to having another addition I guess.” 

“Tyler’s not giving you any trouble is he?” The man slipped into his overprotective voice. 

“No, no,” I assured him, “Nothing like that. It’s just, an adjustment is all.” 

“I see. As long as you’re okay.”

“Yes Gee, I’m fine.” It was always nice how much Gerard cared about all of us. Made me feel like there was actually a person who loved me in this world. 

After making sure that I was, in fact, alright, Gerard asked how all the others were doing, and I let him know the gist of how they were. Then, after a while of catching up with him, he got to his reason for calling. “So I actually have another motive for calling you,” he began.

“Should I be worried?” I asked jokingly. 

“Nah, not at all. I was just wondering if you could do me a small favor?” 

“Sure, what’s up?”

“In my bedroom, there’s a black notebook in the nightstand. I was wondering if you could take it to my buddy’s club for me?” 

I told him I could, and after working out a few more details, we ended our call. My phone buzzed again as I made my way downstairs, but it was only a text from Gerard with the address of the club. 

It felt strange entering Gerard’s room. It was like a forbidden space and I felt as if I was sneaking around. The room itself was simple, but reflected his love of comic books as well as his other interests. It still held a bit of his scent, which I found strangely comforting. It was Gerard that had rescued me from my old way of life though, so I suppose it made sense.

“What are you doing?” I heard Brendon ask from behind me as I reached into Gerard’s nightstand drawer. 

I turned to look at him, seeing him lean against the doorway, rubbing a towel over his head. He gave me a seductive look, though I’m not sure if he was conscious of it, and I felt my cheeks color. 

“Gerard asked me to run an errand for him.” I said, squeezing by the tall man. He followed me down the hallway to the living room.

It was just Dallon in the living room now, watching tv, and Patrick was awake and rummaging around in the kitchen as I headed to the door to put my shoes on. 

“I was thinking of throwing a little party, the other guys are in, but I wanted to make sure you were cool with it too?” Brendon gave me his award winning smile. 

I shrugged, “It’s fine by me as long as it’s not too big and crazy.” 

Brendon smirked and I narrowed my eyes at him. He didn’t waver though so I sighed, giving up.

“Just don’t break anything!” I pleaded as I headed out the door.

“No promises!” 

Maps said that the club wasn’t too far away, and the weather was nice so I decided to hoof it, popping my headphones in to have something to jam to as I walked. 

When I finally reached the address, I scoffed a little bit at the name written in red neon letters against a black painted building. ‘The Scorpion Room.’ It was a bit cheesy, if I was honest, but if this person was a friend of Gerard’s, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

I expected to see a bar as well as a stage when I opened the door. What I wasn’t expecting was to run headlong into Tyler as he tried to make his way out of the venue. 

“Oh gosh,” he said, gently gripping my arms to prevent me from toppling over, “Are you okay?” 

I was a bit stunned to see him there, and felt something flutter for a very brief moment in my stomach before deciding to shake it off. I gave him a reassuring smile, “Yeah, I’m fine. Wasn’t expecting to see you here though.”

Tyler released his hold on me, shoving his hands deep into his jeans pockets. “They’re having an event here in a few weeks where local bands can play a few songs. I signed my band up. I figured it would give me and my friend something to work for and also give us time to prepare.” He hunched his shoulders a bit, as if he were uncomfortable with this decision. 

I tapped his shoulder briefly, almost instantly regretting it, feeling like I had broken some unspoken barrier between us. “I’m sure you guys are going to be great. I always love hearing you play since you’ve been around. I can’t imagine what the whole shebang would look like.” 

Tyler’s eyes widened for a moment as he held my gaze in his. Then he ducked his head, bringing a hand up to twirl a lock of dark hair. “We’ll see,” he mumbled. 

“I’m here on an errand for Gerard, are you heading back home?” When he nodded I continued, “Would you mind hanging around for a bit? We can go back together.” 

Tyler shrugged, “Sure. I’ll just wait outside.” 

When he stepped out the door, I took in my surroundings. The club reminded me of a speakeasy, but with a stage on one side, and a bar on the other. The two sides were separated by a copper colored metal rail, still leaving plenty of standing room in front of the stage. 

There were red couches in the far back, which I assumed was some kind of VIP section, and the ceiling had mirrored tiles that reflected the lights from the bar and the stage, helping to illuminate the dark space more. Overall, it looked like a cool place.

No one was around, so I wandered over to the stage. There was a drum kit and some amps, as well as other equipment on it. Though, they were kind of scattered about, not quite set up for use.  I noticed a white paper posted on the wall next to it, and when I investigated it further, it looked like a sign-up sheet for the event that Tyler had mentioned. 

I scanned through the names, recognizing a couple from the local scene. Then, I looked at the most recent name at the bottom. ‘Twenty One Pilots,’ was scrawled somewhat sloppily in red ink. I smiled to myself, this must be the name of Tyler’s band.

“Can I help you?” a gruff voiced asked from behind me. 

I spun around in surprise. A man stood behind me with short cropped black hair, and tattoos that crawled up his arms and neck. I could make out what looked to be a scorpion on his neck, but something about it seemed a little off. I could now guess how this place got it’s name though. 

“I-I’m looking for Frank? Gerard sent me...” I stuttered. Though this man wasn’t very tall, he was quite intimidating. 

The man nodded, smiling. It brightened up his features instantly. “Ah, Y/N? Gerard told me you would be bringing his notebook.” 

I nodded, handing it to him. He took it and flipped through the pages, smiling to himself. 

“Thanks for this,” he said when he finally looked up. “I would have come to get it myself, but Gee said that you guys at the house can be overwhelming sometimes.”

I chuckled, “Some of us are a handful.” I couldn’t help but think of Brendon and Pete, the worst offenders out of all of us. 

Frank nodded in understanding as we fell silent. After a few moments where I wasn’t sure what to say, Frank saved me by holding up the notebook in a wave. “Well, thanks kid.” He said, turning away. 

I watched as he walked through a door next to the bar to a backroom. Once he was gone, I turned back to the sign-up sheet. Should I sign up too? After deliberating with myself for a while, I decided against it. Busking on a street was one thing, but playing in a cool venue with talented local bands on the roster? There was no way I was ready for something like that. 

When I went back outside, Tyler was sitting on one of the concrete parking bumpers, staring at the sky as it began to color for the sunset. 

“Ready to go?” I asked, causing the boy to jump at the sudden break in silence. He nodded, rising to his feet and dusting off his pants, and we both started walking in the direction of home. 

For a while, we were silent as we walked, nothing but the sound of our shoes scuffing against the sidewalk between us. I stared down at our feet, feeling myself zone out as I looked at Tyler’s gray beat-up Vans. They suited him somehow, a shoe that was normally worn by creative types and the rebellious. Yet, his were simple and worn out, well loved shoes. They reminded me of himself, or at least what I had come to know of him so far, which wasn’t much. Tyler seemed like a simple guy, one that you wouldn't pick out of a crowd usually. But from what I had heard of his music, he was incredibly deep and creative, and there was something so beautiful under that simple exterior. Those beat up Vans somehow represented to me how damaged he was, but that he kept trying to be himself. 

Or maybe they were just shoes. 

“Are you nervous about doing the show at The Scorpion Room?” I asked him, after drawing myself out of my spiral of thoughts. 

He looked at me as if he was surprised that I chose to speak with him. His eyebrows were raised, and his mouth pressed into a tight thin line before he looked straight ahead somewhat thoughtful. “Hmm, I suppose so.” 

I waited for him to elaborate, and after a few more moments, he seemed to catch on that I wanted to hear more. 

“It’s always scary revealing yourself to a room of strangers. Music is so personal, and these people could take these songs that I’ve written and completely eat them up. Or, they could turn around and tear me down and take this part of me that I’ve decided to share with them and completely destroy it.” His brows furrowed and he fell quiet. He looked as if he was fighting with himself over divulging so much to me. 

I hummed thoughtfully, drawing his eyes to me. They were reserved but also held a light within them. “I think you’re incredibly brave,” I said. He tilted his head in question. I met his eyes, “I had the chance to sign up too, but I didn't. I don’t even play in front of the boys back home that often. It’s hard for me to reveal that side of me, because as you said, music is so personal. It’s my essence handed to you on a plate, and it’s all that I have, but you might not even like the flavor.”

Tyler nodded, looking at me with an expression that I couldn’t read, his cheeks dimpling with his small smile. “Yeah, that’s exactly the feeling.”

“But you’re great.” I continued, and he shook his head. “No, you are! I love listening to you play your ukulele. I haven't heard you sing much, but what I've heard is unlike anything else out there right now. And it’s so real, and relevant and-” I realized I was rambling, “anyway.” 

Tyler shrugged but smiled again, replying with a soft voice, “Thank you.” 

We fell quiet, but our eyes met, and I felt something connect between us, like we had come to some sort of understanding. I felt myself get slightly lost in his warm brown eyes as I had earlier in my own thoughts. 

“Would you want to come see us play?” he asked, tugging at his hair nervously. 

“Of course!” 

He smiled at me, and I was sure I was beaming at him. I finally felt as if we were becoming somewhat friends. Though, there was a tiny voice dancing in the back of my skull screaming that that wasn't enough. Being friends wasn’t enough.

I stumbled slightly, tripping over an invisible rock. I ended up bumping my shoulder with Tyler’s, apologizing profusely. He just chuckled, nudging my shoulder back. Warmth pooled in my tummy before I became distracted by the rhythmic thumping that resounded though the air.

Our heads snapped up, seeing that we had made it home, and before us was complete and utter chaos.  

Music blared from the open windows and doors of the house, the lawn was littered with toilet paper, cups and other random things. Bodies flowed in between the house and the front yard as they danced, and drank, and rioted around. It looked like some sort of frat party. Yeah, there were some girls around, but it was mostly dudes bro-ing out. 

Tyler and I ducked as someone used a slingshot to fling a water-balloon across the yard at some unsuspecting group of people. Shouts rose up from them, and laughter from others. I heard something crash inside the house and cringed. 

Fucking Brendon. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Brendon exited the house, holding what looked like tall shot glasses of milkshakes, probably spiked. As I was about to yell my displeasure at this “little party,” I was distracted by hearing an uproar of laughter that sounded oh-so familiar. I turned to see Pete and Joe gearing up with the slingshot. 

They let loose a balloon and it soared through the air, Tyler and I turning to watch it’s trajectory, before it landed square in the chest of none other than Brendon Urie. His tray of shots fell to the ground and he squealed in displeasure. “My milkshakes!” he shouted, holding his hands to his chest. 

Pete laughs, “We don’t need any more boys in this fucking yard!” 

Brendon flicks him off before his eyes land on me. His face lights up in a smile, “Oh hey Y/N!” I began stomping towards him and his face immediately fell noticing the anger roll off of me in waves. He held his hands up in defense when I made it in front of him. “Before you say anything, look how much fun Patrick is having!”

He pointed inside the house, where I saw Patrick with a cup in his hand, dancing and laughing and enjoying himself. I growled, Brendon knew my weak spot. I turned and glared at him. “Fine,” I snapped, shoving my finger into his chest, “but you’re cleaning all this up tomorrow. By. Your. Self.” I broke up my words and poked him each time for emphasis. 

He nodded and smiled, taking me into the house and handing me a drink. Patrick saw me and whooped in excitement, drawing me in to kiss my cheek and hug me. “Dance with me!” he yelled in my ear over the thumping bass pounding from our very large speakers. I allowed myself to get lost in the moment with him and my friends, only realizing much later, and when I was a lot more inebriated, that I had lost track of Tyler at some point. 

It wasn’t long until my vision was blurred, and I giggled at literally everything. I spent most of my time with my friends besides Tyler. He must have run off somewhere. 

As the party progressed, I found myself drawing closer, and closer to Brendon. He was my best friend in this house so it wasn't really a surprise, but grinding against each other as we danced was pushing the friendship boundaries a little. I was long gone with all the alcohol in my system, but the way Brendon looked at me, the way his warmth felt against my body, and the way his breath against my cheek as he drew me so close to him made me feel, it was just what my poor drunk mind wanted. 

The flashing lights bounced off his cheekbones and his eyes were darkened with drunkenness or lust or something, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. As Brendon’s fingers splayed across my hips, and his pelvis pressed tightly against mine, he ducked his head slightly as if in question. Our eyes were locked, my inhibitions were gone, so I reached up and cupped my hand on the back of his neck, drawing him down into a bruising kiss. 

Fireworks erupted behind my closed eyelids, and the taste of liquor on Brendon’s tongue was so tantalizing and delicious. More. More, I wanted more. Cheers erupted around us and Brendon smiled against my lips before pulling away. He downed the rest of his drink, and I followed suit before going to get us refills. 

My head pounded in a very uncomfortable rhythm. I groaned, shoving my face against a pillow as I tried to recall what had happened last night. I remembered walking home with Tyler, and that something that we had shared. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew I liked it. Ever since Tyler had moved in, I felt myself drawn to him, and I was so curious to see why that was. Whether it was a crush or simple admiration for his music. 

Then I remembered the party, my friends enjoying themselves. The music was good, the alcohol was better. Then there was Brendon-

I gasped and sat up in bed, only to see that I wasn't in my bed. There was also the disturbing fact that the blanket had fallen off of myself to reveal my very nude chest. I gasped again, wrapping my arms around myself in some semblance of coverage. A headache rioted against my skull and I groaned, feeling a body shift next to me. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to know. But I did, I glanced over, warring within myself as I did. My eyes fell on a familiar fluff of brown hair, with a very familiar tattooed arm draped over his head.

Oh no. No no no no no. No. I could not have landed in Brendon’s bed naked. To make sure, I lifted the rest of the blanket off my body to look underneath. Yep. There were no pants or underwear on those legs. I then shyly glanced at Brendon’s legs. At least he had underwear on. 

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I can’t believe I slept with Brendon of all people, my best friend. I didn't even remember any of it! Guess this meant my crush on Tyler had to go out the window. What will I do when Brendon wakes up? Will we pretend nothing happened? Will he expect more?

A sound drew my eyes to the open bedroom door. Tyler was in the hallway, cringing after having stepped on a red solo cup, his hand gripping the banister. Our eyes locked, my breasts still exposed. I watched as his cheeks colored, before he glanced at the man who shifted in the bed next to me again. Tyler’s eyes didn’t return to mine, but his brows furrowed and a muscle worked in his jaw. 

I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until Tyler scurried away, not making a sound, and not looking at me or asking any questions. He had come to some conclusion and fled the scene, taking whatever chance I might have had at being something more to him along with him. 

I sighed, letting my hands plop onto the comforter and looked again at the peacefully sleeping Brendon. 

Shit. 

Pt. 4

[wazafam]

The premise of Younger pulls fans in right away: 40-something Liza Miller pretends to be in her 20s so she can work in NYC publishing. How does she do it, and do people actually believe her? As it turns out, most people totally buy it, but Liza is still worried about her secret getting out. With the show currently in its final season, Liza has been living as her real self for a while now, and she's dealing with turmoil in her personal life after turning down Charles's marriage proposal.

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From adorable scenes between friends to the quirky and unique books that writers pitch to Empirical and Millennial, there is so much to love about Younger. The tone is light and fun, and while not every character has lines that are laugh-out-loud hilarious, several characters bring their senses of humor to their scenes.

10 Charles Brooks

Several fans of Younger want Liza to be with Charles, as they love his kind personality and their romantic their love story.

While Charles would never classify himself as a hilarious person, and he never tries to make any jokes, that's exactly why he seems so funny. He brightens any room without even trying to and he has a cheeky, charming personality that Liza fell for immediately.

9 Enzo

Diana met Enzo when he was working construction, and they have a pretty hilarious love story, as Diana met his entire family and there was a lot of tension between Diana and his mother. They got married and went on a long honeymoon in season 7.

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Enzo has a charming, delightful personality, and while he's not a character who constantly cracks jokes, he has a playful way about him that makes him one of the funniest people on the show.

8 Quinn Tyler

When Quinn betrayed everyone at Empirical by pulling her investment, no Younger fan thought that she would return, and so it was surprising to see her back in season 7.

This season, Quinn has written a new memoir called The F Word about how failure is a good thing, and she's also dating Charles, which is another betrayal of Liza. While many viewers don't love Quinn because she can be cruel and selfish, it's hard not to notice how funny she is. Quinn has a quick wit and a sharp sense of humor, especially when talking about herself in a self-deprecating manner. When Liza says that it's hard to figure her out, Quinn agrees and says, "I’ve written two books about me, and I can tell you, b*tch is unpredictable."

7 KT

In season 7, Josh meets KT, the manager for a singer named Floaty V. The two have an instant connection and start sleeping together. Unfortunately for Josh, he waits too long to tell KT that he has a baby girl named Gemma, and when she finds out, she tells him that she can't date someone who is a parent as it's too much responsibility. The characters go on some awful first dates but KT and Josh were always in sync.

Despite this tough ending to a fun fling, KT is a funny character who loves life and she has a vibrant personality. KT is a big contrast to Josh's other main love interest Claire, who seems lovely, at times, but isn't very funny.

6 Josh

Fans debate Liza's love triangle with Josh and Charles, as they both seem like solid partners for her to pick in the end. Of the two characters, Josh definitely has a better sense of humor.

Josh has a great approach to life, as he sees the bright side of situations and doesn't like to get too stressed out. This is why it's such a big deal when he and Claire have a messy relationship and then start co-parenting Gemma together. He never thought he would be in this situation, but he loves being a dad, and it's so sweet to watch. Josh jokes around all the time and Liza sometimes struggles to have serious conversations with him throughout their relationship.

5 Maggie Amato

Maggie is a smart and loyal friend and she also has a wonderful sense of humor. She's better at making jokes or diffusing a tense situation than many of the other characters, as she's so confident that very little upsets her or makes her feel awkward.

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Maggie also expects to find herself in silly situations from time to time, like when she paints her ceiling and gets stuck upside down, and fans root for her all the time. In the current season, Maggie is being "canceled" as revenge from her new boss, and while this is painful and makes her worried for the future of her career, she still tries to take it in stride.

4 Kelsey Peters

Kelsey is at her funniest when she's flustered, which is often, as she struggles with her personal and work lives on the show in every episode.

In season 7, Kelsey gets cast on a reality TV show about real estate, and she is at her best here, fighting with the host who insults her intelligence and acts like she's in love with him when she's really not. Kelsey is passionate about her career and never afraid to verbally spar with someone.

3 Liza Miller

Liza is at her funniest when trying to be a millennial, as she doesn't understand the slang and most jokes, and she's constantly putting her foot in her mouth and trying to hide her secret.

Liza is still hilarious after sharing her secret, though, and she also becomes a much better person as she lives her truth and lets everyone in on why she did it. Liza knows that she's smarter than others and often has a good comeback ready. Fans love watching her, as she's a sweet, authentic person, even though she did shave decades off her age.

2 Lauren Heller

Lauren is one of the most hilarious characters on Younger and always wants to make a dramatic statement. She's at her best when talking to Kelsey, as the two are super close friends and Lauren sometimes gets too invested in her life. One of Lauren's best quotes is when she's begging Kelsey for details about her romance with Zane and she says, "Boundaries, OK, not quite sure why best friends need those but fine."

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Season 7 of Younger can feel a bit heavy, as Liza mourns the end of her romance with Charles and the fact that he's dating Quinn, and Liza and Kelsey feel lost and uninspired at work. Lauren provides a lot of comic relief, as she relishes the chance to take over Diana's job temporarily. She's bold, vibrant and always funny.

1 Diana Trout

Fans love that Diana is a strong woman who loves her job and while she is definitely missed in season 7, she is still the most hilarious character on Younger.

Diana, like Charles, has no clue that she can be so funny, and she tries her best to be totally serious all the time. It's too bad that she won't be in much of the final season, as she would probably make many jokes about being married and bring her trademark wit to the situation. But from what viewers have seen from this character over the show's previous 6 seasons, she's not afraid to say what she thinks and her clever yet sometimes awkward remarks are always funny.

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[area50dununiverse]

Hit it (joshler smut)

Tyler shifted in his seat. He felt uncomfortable in his tight jeans, he felt hot and flustered as he tried his hardest to look natural.

Not that Josh would notice. Tyler could ride an elephant through the room and Josh still wouldn’t see. He was too busy, too wrapped up in his drums to care what Tyler was doing. Tyler had wanted to watch Josh practice and he loved it. He loved the passion and the noise and he loved everything about it.

Tyler watched as Josh closed his eyes, his biceps flexing with each beat of a drum, his body bouncing in his seat. Tyler bit his lip, noticing how Josh had started to sweat, his muscle tank showing not enough, but more than a normal shirt would. Tyler let his eyes roam, down Josh’s arms to where he gripped the sticks, over his chest and back up to his face.

He was tilting his head back, lifting his chin and showing the expanse of skin that Tyler wanted to mark. His bouncing got faster and Tyler imagined him bouncing in a completely different circumstance. His legs stretched out in front of him and he couldn’t deny how hard he was.

His hand slowly crept down, his eyes never leaving Josh for a second as he began to palm himself through his jeans. The drums were so loud, Tyler knew that his unsteady breathing would go unheard as he pressed down against his hardness.

Josh’s eyes were still closed, his brow furrowed in concentration. Tyler unzipped his jeans and wiggled them down, just enough to pull himself out, letting a sigh of relief escape as he did. He thought about leaving, excusing himself to the bathroom, but he was too far gone in the dirtiness of it.

He gripped himself tightly, his eyes burning into his best friend as his body moved along with the beat, sweat making him glisten and fuck, he was the hottest thing Tyler had ever seen as Josh sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.

Tyler stroked himself fast, imaging that he was under Josh as the drummer rode him hard and fast. He imagined Josh holding him down with those muscles, spanking him with a drumstick. He let out a small whimper, his free hand coming up to pinch a nipple, his eyes focused somewhere on Josh’s stomach.

The tightness built up, like a coiled spring in Tyler’s core, desperate to unwind, to let go. He pumped himself harder in time with Josh’s bounces, his mind conjuring up filthy images and his orgasm hit him so hard, Tyler thought he would never regain his facilities again.

Tyler’s eyes squeezed shut and all he could hear was the beat of the drums, drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears. He bucked up into his hand, riding out his climax, images of Josh behind his eyes.

Everything seemed to come back at once. The realisation of what he had just done, his sight and hearing.

He opened his eyes and met Josh’s straight away as he continued hitting his drums. Tyler held his breath, didn’t know what to do or if he should move. He was covered in cum, his sticky tank top clung to his skin and his jeans were still pulled down.

A smile played on Josh’s lips before he took his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes not leaving Tyler’s.

Tyler held his stare as he pulled up his jeans, watching Josh’s eyes dart downward for a second. Tyler chanced a look, letting his own eyes fall but Josh was hidden behind his drums from the waist down.

Tyler met his eyes again and Josh licked his lips, still keeping rhythm, still bouncing in his seat with every beat. He closed his eyes again, lolling his head back just like he did before. Tyler watched him play, sticky and gross but feeling the pleasant buzz through his body.

He stood up and stepped towards Josh, not stopping until he was standing behind him. He was hard, Tyler could see it now and he smiled as he leant over his shoulder, sliding a hand down Josh’s chest. Josh leant back against him and Tyler could feel the vibrations from the drums in his chest.

Josh bounced and Tyler slipped his hand into his shorts, hearing a small whine from Josh. He thrust up into Tyler’s hand as he drummed and Tyler was impressed at how he managed to carry on playing.

He moved his hand to match Josh’s bouncing, making a tight fist around Josh’s cock as his thrusts sped up.

Tyler watched in awe as Josh’s drumsticks seemed to find their way around the set, making a perfect beat while Josh wildly thrust up into Tyler’s hand, little moans and whimpers accompanying the music.

The room fell suddenly silent as Josh’s sticks halted, one clattering to the floor as he came with a long moan.

Tyler continued to stroke him through it as Josh leant further into him, pressing his back against Tyler’s chest. Tyler could see the damp patches on the back of Josh’s t-shirt from where Tyler had cum over himself moments ago. He wondered if Josh could feel it and the thought sent sparks up his spine.

Josh was breathless as Tyler pulled his hand out of his shorts, sticky and warm. He wiped it on his t-shirt before bending to pick up the dropped drumstick.

“Where were you?” He grinned as Josh took it from his hand and with one last smirk, Josh was back hitting his drums and Tyler was back in his seat watching him.

[topimagines]

Columbus Ink

This was requested!

You'd been in the industry a long time, tattooing on many celebrities and normal folks in your time. You'd seen many different characters, to say the least. Your favourite phrase was "Tattoo parlors are like hair salons with more entertaining equipment." That was mostly because when people got their tattoos, they had a story or two behind them, whether it be a bad bet or a death in the family. You always had people telling you stories about anything and everything.

Your favourite was a certain yellow haired man name Joshua. Joshua came in every once in a while for touch ups and the odd addition to his intricate sleeve. He had the most amazing stories about his life, and you always found yourself enthralled by the fact that, in his twenty-eight years on this planet, he'd lived more life than most of the people who came in. You found out he was in a band when he came in for a final touch up before leaving for tour.

"Well, at least let me give you my number before you go so I can make sure you're healing properly," you said before cashing him out.

"T-totally," he stuttered, adorably. Usually he was so confident in himself and his music, it was nice to see him flustered, "and I'll see you when I get back? I'll have some great stories."

"You know it," you answered, coolly. You handed him your card with your information on it, "text me when you get the chance."

-

Joshua was gone for a whole four months, by your estimation. You didn't have much time to think about how much you missed seeing him, as you had many appointments scheduled after Josh said publicly that you were his artist, but when you did think about him, it hurt. He only texted you once in those four months, despite your efforts to talk, but you didn't blame him. Performing every night takes its toll on people.

Then, one night you got a text from him; however, it was not the one you were expecting. You unlocked the phone and opened the notification, and began to read.

Joshua: dude, i cant get her outta my head. weve been gone for four months and its like shes all i can think about. fuck it, i should just text her. but what woild I say? "hey, (y/n) the tattoo artist and most beautiful woman alive. wanna have drinks sometime? maybe when im not touring the world?"

You couldn't believe it. He found you beautiful? Since when? Why hadn't he just texted you normally, instead of mistaking your number for his best friend's? You quickly started to message back.

i would love drinks when you're not touring the world.

Your eyes were practically out of your skull as you waited for a response. He couldn't leave you hanging now, not after such a long message.

But, he did.

-

You fell asleep waiting for an answer that never came. Soon enough, you gave up hope. A week passes, no text. Two weeks pass, no text. A month, two months, three months pass, not even an appointment at the parlor.

You moved on. If he wasn't going to be a man and talk to you, you didn't want to talk to him. It was as simple as that.

One morning, you walked into work, your dusty boots clicking against the linoleum as you made your way to your room. You unlocked it and set up shop for the day, sterilizing your station and making sure every needle was in place. Your first appointment came in for the day. A lovely girl by the name of Jenna, who wanted two small black bands around her wrist.

"(Y/n)! There's a call for ya', sweet cheeks!" You heard your co-worker, Jason, call from the front desk.

"Can you tell them I have an appointment?" You yelled back.

"Na' he's sayin' it's urgent," he said. You groaned.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'll only be a minute," you calmly stated. You sat down the tattoo gun you were about to use, knowing full well it would be against your conscience to use it after laying stagnant for a few minutes. You quickly rushed to the phone and put the speaker against your ear, "This is (Y/n), how may I help you?"

The voice on the other end let out a shaky breath and said "yes, do you think I can fit an appointment in? I can pay out of pocket."

"Are you sure? They can get quite pricy if you don't know the price point."

"I know the price point, is there any way I can be fit in or not?" They seemed to be getting restless. Rustling and talking could be heard in the background and you had half a mind to hang up then and there, but you needed the hours.

"I have an opening at ten o'clock, PM," you suggest.

"That works! Thank you!"

The line went dead. You looked over at Jason, who was watching you intently to ensure you were okay, and shrugged your shoulders, "probably last minute touch ups." You swiftly walked back to your room and went on with your current client.

-

"And I told Tyler that he needs to take a break and he looked me dead in the eye and said 'baby, it's Taco Bell, I can't take a break,'" Jenna laughed. She had just explained that she was getting bands around her wrist to match her husband Tyler, and she'd told you stories about her adventures with him. You finally finished and looked over your work.

"You're all done, Jenna!" You giddily said, eager for her to see your work. She looked at the bands on her wrist and was surprised to see only one small edition to her wrist, the tiniest heart between the two bands. You could only tell it was there if you looked hard enough.

"You're amazing!" She exclaimed, pulling you into a hug.

"Oh, o-okay then" you stuttered, surprisedly. No one had ever reacted this way. The blonde pulled away and looked down at her wrist lovingly.

-

You glanced at the clock on your stations wall, it was almost ten. Your last client should have been coming in any minute. Your eyes began to shut, until you finally hear the bell ring.

You slid into the lobby and was surprised by a familiar head of yellow hair and the very blonde you were tattooing earlier, with who you assumed was her husband, Tyler. You let out a dry laugh as you walked toward them, "I guess you couldn't stay away that long."

They all looked at you. The colour drained from Joshs face, as if he wasn't expecting you to be there. Jenna nudged him forward and the other man chuckled.

"Yeah, well, um" he scratched the back of his neck, trying to find the right words, "I guess avoiding your texts and you was easier than embarrassing myself again."

"You didn't embarrass yourself, you just accidentally texted the girl you like," Jenna said, matter-of-factly.

"Not helping," Josh chastised, sending an icy glare at her. He looked back at you and the ice melted, "can we just, you know, start over?"

"Will you answer my texts this time?" You asked with a dry chuckle.

"If you agree to go on a date with me, yes."

"Agreed."

[ohfrickfanfic]

Mile High Club

Requested by @whiskey-princ3ss: hey! Love your writing! I’m totally obsessed with Josh but Jenna’s photo of Tyler with his piano on the plane got me thinking! Maybe one where the reader gets turned on watching him work on the plane and leads to some mile high fun! and I also included @theoneandonly512‘s suggestion of more praise kink and edging.

Pairings: Tyler x Reader (as Jenna)

Warnings/ Tags: Praise Kink, edging/orgasm denial, Anal fingering 

This is gonna be a little different than I normally write, it’s still gonna be narrator point of view saying “you” but anytime Tyler refers to you by name he says Jenna instead of saying Y/N so it’s like you’re Jenna and experiencing everything through her eyes. I hope you like it.

Returning home on your five hour flight from L.A. you sit in your window seat enjoying a cherry lollipop as you pass the time; you’re a sucker for sweets. You gaze to you left to admire your husband Tyler working incessantly on the new music him and Josh had been making progress on during your trip. You watch as his fingers repeatedly stroke the same series of keys on his portable keyboard, trying to get it just right, occasionally switching it up and trying one key in favor of another in search of perfection. After a while his soft, rhythmic hands grow tense and you can tell he’s getting frustrated.

“What’s the matter baby?” You pull the sucker from you mouth with a pop to ask, tugging out one of his earbuds with your other hand.

“I just can’t get it to sound the way I want.”  He sulks resting his head on your shoulder. You bring your hand up to cup his face lightly and you can’t help but to notice how his already naturally full lips look especially sexy and pouty  and your mind starts to wander.

“Can you play it for me? I’d love to hear it, maybe I can help.” You smile to yourself, resting a hand on his thigh and returning the cherry flavored candy to your mouth.

“Yeah, I guess.” He answers sounding so down on himself, handing you the earbuds.

Nothing a little praise can’t fix. You think to yourself slyly.

Tyler starts working his tired fingers over the keys, the beautiful melodies filling your ears.

“Why do you always doubt yourself? That’s sounds amazing!” You exclaim  between licks of your lolipop ,slowly sliding your hand up his thigh.  "You’re so talented baby.“ You whisper into his ear, trailing your hand higher up his thigh and placing a sweet, sticky kiss to his cheek.

“Jenna?” Tyler says half sounding like a question half like he’s scolding you.

“Hmmm?” You pull your hand away feigning innocence, your lips pursed around the cherry candy.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Tyler says taking back the ears buds, trying to stay on task.

“What?” you shrug, using your tongue to suggestively to push the candy against the inside of your cheek.

“Not here Jenna.” He says dropping his voice down and discreetly trying to adjusting himself in his pants. “ We’re lucky no one has recognized us as it is. You really wanna push it and attract attention to us?” He mumbles softly.

“You’re no fun baby, I just wanna make you feel good.” You breathe against his neck, teasing the sweet candy over his lips, and palming him through his pants. He hums lowly, licking the sweetness from his lips, shifting down in his seat; his keyboard covering his lower half.  You drag your hand up over his hardening bulge, slipping it under the waistband of his pants and into his boxers. You wrap you hand firmly around his length stroking him up and down until he’s fully erect. “Mmmmm so big for me baby.” You murmur, seductively  trailing your tongue under the bulbous shape of the lolipop. Tyler’s eyes dart nervously around the planes cabin making sure no one’s caught on yet, biting his lip to keep from moaning out as you jerk him rhythmically. Suddenly a flight attendant with a snack cart strolls up to your row; currently serving  the passengers opposite you. You stall you movements to almost a complete halt as they turn to face you and Tyler.

“Can I get you two anything?” The flight attendant politely asks. You lean your body forward over Tyler to disguise the fact that your hand is buried in your husbands pants with a firm grip on his cock before answering.

“Ummm yeah could I please have a water and one of those chocolate chip cookies.” You say pointing with your lollipop into the basket of snacks, then popping the candy back into your mouth  as the flight attendant hands you the cookie and small bottle of water. “Thank you.”

“And for you sir?” She asks looking to Tyler.

Tyler swallows hard his adams apple bobbing in his throat before he speaks. “I’m good, thanks.” He chokes out avoiding eye contact. “Jenna!” Tyler grits between his teeth as the flight attendant makes her way up the aisle to serve the other passengers.

“Here can you hold this for a sec.” You say nonchalantly, handing Tyler your lollipop and pulling your other hand out from his boxers to open you water, smiling to yourself contently as you sip your cold beverage.  You can see Tyler staring at you dumbfounded from your peripheral, you turn to look at him a smirk spreading across you lips. His eyes gaze down impatiently at the tent in jeans, waiting for you to finish him; unsure of why you thought this was the best time to hydrate and have a snack. You finish your water and tuck the packaged chocolate chip cookie into the seat pocket in front of you for later.  "Well after drinking all that water I really should go to the bathroom while the seat belt lights are still off.“ You say in an exaggerated tone, trying to hold back a smile as you stand up from our seat making your way towards the aisle. “Excuse me, Tyler.”  He shifts out of your way without a word and a blank stare, still holding onto your lollipop you handed to him. “Count to sixty and then meet me in the bathroom.” You whisper suggestively into his ear, plucking the sucker from his hand and popping it back into your mouth before making your way to the bathroom.

Tyler does as he’s told; he counts to sixty then stands pulling the hood of his navy blue Adidas jacket over his head as not to be recognized, and adjusts the bottom length of the jacket  to cover the bulge of his half hard cock. He walks towards the bathroom at the back of the plane keeping his head hung low and avoiding any eye contact.

You stand leaning against the tiny sink twirling the stick of the lollipop in your mouth as you wait for Tyler, you know he’ll do as he was told he always been the most obedient lover, and so submissive too.  Right on cue, just after a minute has passed Tyler opens the door. You pull him into the small cramped space locking the door behind him and stripping him of his jacket, tossing it behind you on the small sink. You slowly and teasingly pull the lollipop from your lips with a smacking sound.

“Open up, Tyler.” You demand.  He obeys parting his lips for you. “Mmmmm such a good boy, you listen so well.” You say as you shove the candy into his mouth. “There that should help keep you quiet, I know how vocal you can be.” You quickly push him up against the  locked door, sucking at the sensitive spot behind his ear. He  hums around the candy in response, tipping his head back allowing you better access as you move your mouth over his throat; his adam’s apple bobbing under the touch of your lips. You lift his shirt, bunching it in your hand kissing down his body as you drop to your knees. You quickly undo his belt pulling down his boxers and jeans in one fluid motion, and begin pumping him. You look up at him as you work your hand; his eyes closed, soft breathy moans escaping his parted lips that are barely hanging on to the candy sucker. You take the head of his cock into your mouth sucking on it lightly and teasing the sensitive slit with your tongue savoring the pre cum that’s gathered there, sending a shiver of pleasure through Tyler’s body, as you work your hand over the rest of his length. You take him deeper into you mouth and begin bobbing as fast pace; the sloppy wet sounds of his saliva covered cock sliding in and out of your mouth filing the small bathroom.

“Jenna.” Tyler moans, the candy falling from his lips to the ground with a crack. “I’m gonna cum.”

You pull off of him with a pop and stand up. “Not yet baby.” You say against his lips as you tug lightly on his balls. “Wait until I give you permission.” You say, slowly dropping back down onto your knees. Tyler groans flustered in response. You take him back into your mouth pumping and sucking in unison. Tyler gathers the bottom of his shirt holding it up to watch. He wants a show your gonna give him one. You release him from your mouth, switching hands, now pumping him with your non dominate hand, and bringing the other one to your mouth sucking on your pointer and middle fingers; hallowing your cheeks as you work up salivia. You retract the dripping wet digits from your mouth sliding them between Tyler’s legs teasing his hole. He bucks his hips needily, back arching of the door and letting out a throaty groan as you push them in. You work your fingers, pumping them in and out of his hole as you continue to suck him, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly. Your fingers caress the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him until he’s a whimpering mess  and you feel him tighten around your fingers. You know from the many times you’ve taken Tyler like this before that he’s about to cum, and you haven’t given him permission. You pull him once again from your mouth and stand fingers still inside of him and kiss his neck softly.

“Jenn please.” He begs. “This is all fun ..Fuck…this is all fun and games when we’re at home baby, but….Mmmmmm …please, please just let me cum already.”

“You’re being so good for me baby but you need to keep it down, you wanna get caught? huh? ‘cause I don’t think you do.” You whisper, keeping your fingers moving. What do you think the fans would say if they knew your wife had her fingers knuckles deep playing with your ass right now hmm?“ You taunt,  thrusting your fingers.

“No, I don’t know, I don’t care right now just fuck me or something please.” Tyler begs.

You quickly pull your fingers from him causing Tyler to whimper and push him down on the cold metal toilet. You swiftly reach up your dress removing your panties and straddle Tyler, sinking down on his length.

“Mmmm you feel so amazing baby”  You mouth in his ear as you ride him in the tiny bathroom,. You cup his face in your hands looking in his eyes. “You’re doing so good, so obedient, waiting for permission, I’m so proud of you.” You praise as you rock your hips, bringing your lips softly against his. He grips your waist pushing and pulling you against him and your honestly shocked he’s lasted this long and you know he won’t be able to hold back much longer as you feel his dick twitch inside of you. “Come on baby I know you can do it, just a little longer.”

“Jenn, Fuck please I can’t, I’m gonna cum.” He whines dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

“It’s ok baby, go ahead cum for me, you’ve done such a good job.”  You encourage, pleased with his performance. His body convulses with pleasure as his length pulses inside of you emptying the huge load of cum he’s been holding back, his moans muffled against your skin. You help him ride out his orgasm and collect himself before standing up.

“But you didn’t even get to finish …..I’m sorry” He says trying to steady his ragged breathing.

“Don’t worry about, it wasn’t about me it was about you, besides we can have more fun back at home after we land.”  

[ethanalter]

'Crazy Ex-Girlfriend' postmortem: Scott Michael Foster also likes going to the zoo

Scott Michael Foster as Nathaniel in his happy place, the zoo. (Photo: Tyler Golden/The CW)

Warning: This post contains spoilers for the “Josh Is a Liar” episode of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.

Move over, Simon & Garfunkel: 50 years after that legendary duo released their beloved ditty “At the Zoo,” this week’s episode of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend unveiled a zoo-related anthem for the “Hotline Bling” generation. Besides being the flat-out funniest song of the show’s third season (though the oh-so-timely “Let’s Generalize About Men” remains the all-around gold standard so far), “I Go to the Zoo” is also a great showcase for Scott Michael Foster, who joined the show midway through Season 2 as Nathaniel, the fitness-obsessed, feelings-challenged new boss/love interest for Rebecca Bunch (Rachel Bloom).

Since his arrival came on the heels of fan favorite Santino Fontana’s departure, it’s safe to say that CEXG fans were a little skeptical of Nathaniel at first. But musical numbers like last season’s “Dirty Dancing” homage and now “I Go to the Zoo” have earned him our affection … as well as Rebecca’s. After literally dancing around each other for the past half-season, the two fell into each other’s arms on last week’s episode. In this week’s hour, they seemed poised to take their relationship further, with Nathaniel showing up to whisk Rebecca away just as she’s about to be confronted by her friend over her various deceptions. “I’ve seen fans saying, ‘He’s doing a good job,’ which makes me feel good,” Foster tells Yahoo Entertainment. “I’ve had a lot of fun playing Nathaniel. It’s a challenging, fun role.”

The actor filled us in on his own feelings about zoos and provides some hints about the show’s highly anticipated 100th song, coming later this season.

So the obvious first question is: how much do you love the zoo? [Laughs] Oh, man. Listen, I don’t think I go as often as Nathaniel does, but every time I do go to the zoo I definitely enjoy myself.

What was your first reaction when you learned about this number? The first thing they tell us is the name of the song. And in this case, Aline [Brosh McKenna, the co-creator] actually named the song, so she was very excited to tell me. Then they were like, “We’re going to do it as a music video in the style of Drake’s ‘Hotline Bling.'” So I was like, “I can’t fail miserably at Drake’s dance moves!” So I was 80 percent excited and 20 percent scared. I had seen the video a couple of times already, but I watched it again and thought, “How close can we do it?” We never actually parody anybody; we’re just sort of loosely basing our song off a popular music video.

What was your approach to vocalizing the song? We had a couple different takes when we were in the booth recording it. The whole point of the song is that he’s upset, so he goes to the zoo. We did it a few ways where I sang it supersad and barely moved my lips. Then we did more where I spoke it, like a slow rap. It was terrible! [Laughs] It sounded like early R&B, just really bad. So we ultimately decided to go with the “singing full out and having sadness on my face” approach.

One of the things I like about the song is that it’s just another way that Nathaniel keeps surprising us. Looking at him, you wouldn’t think that his happy place would be the zoo. I’ve always been pleasantly surprised by him. Whenever I learn a new thing about him, I don’t think “I don’t agree with this.” Everything definitely tracks with the character they’ve been writing. There’s a lot of emotion with him and Rebecca this season, and we definitely do more delving into his family and finding out where he’s come from.

Last week’s episode ended the “will they or won’t they” phase of Rebecca and Nathaniel’s relationship when they slept together. That’s always a risky move — were you nervous about where they were headed next? I’ve definitely had the conversation with Rachel and Aline [about] not doing the typical trope of “Will they or won’t they.” That’s why they were like, “Let’s just get that out of the way [early on], and then they can focus on other things.” I really like the direction we’re going with that relationship. Without giving too much away, there are roads that each of them go down that you don’t typically find in a rom-com situation. They’ve got a really fresh and unique perspective on the relationship, and I’m excited for everyone to see it. I mean, Nathaniel isn’t used to having working relationships anyway. He comes from a family with terrible relationships. So the fact that Rebecca can bring these emotions out of him — and he likes it — is completely foreign to him.

Rachel Bloom as Rebecca and Scott Michael Foster as Nathaniel in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. (Photo: Tyler Golden/The CW)

What balance did you want to strike in terms of him giving into his obsession with Rebecca while still demonstrating some modicum of self-control? Nathaniel’s entrance last season was very methodical: He knew what he wanted and what he was doing. Having this relationship with Rebecca is sort of a wrench in his wheel. You get to see how different he is, and that’s something that I enjoyed playing. I couldn’t forget the person that’s always been there, but to have this new person who wants to be around Rebecca instead of being flustered by her was like walking a tightrope. Not to mention the singing and dancing and all that jazz! You think, “Oh, this is just a musical comedy, it’s easy,” but a lot of times, I’m like, “God, this is actually difficult!”

Besides Rebecca, we’ve also seen Nathaniel’s relationships expand with the other people in the office. For example, his dynamic with George (played by Danny Jolles) is really fun to watch. That relationship cracks me up. I was very excited when they brought Danny back for more. We always talk about how Nathaniel and George are kind of like Gaston and LeFou from Beauty and the Beast. And I get more scenes with Paula [Donna Lynne Champlin], which is great.

Scott Michael Foster as Nathaniel and Danny Jolles as George in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. (Photo: Tyler Golden/The CW)

At the end of “Josh is a Liar,” Rebecca’s secrets have been exposed to Paula and a few other people, but Nathaniel doesn’t know yet. Can you tease where it goes from there? Like you said, he doesn’t know what’s going on with her at all, so I think he just wants to embrace this new relationship that he has. The next episode picks up pretty much from where that cliffhanger leaves off. There’s a big confrontation that gets pretty crazy. He doesn’t know what’s going on, so he feels like she’s ganged up on for no reason. So he’s definitely her champion. And I’ll say that I had to hold Rachel in that cradling position for practically two days. You know how you pick somebody up romantically and walk them through the door? When you have to hold them in that position for two days, it’s like, “Oh my God!” [Laughs] My back was starting to give out.

What can you reveal about the songs you have coming up? We have a couple of different numbers. I get to have some fun with David Hull, who plays White Josh, and Rebecca and Nathaniel have another number that we’re shooting now. It’ll definitely have some sexual innuendos! And, you know, we actually just hit our 100th original song on the show, which is bananas. It’s a song about love, and was very inspired by Hair. We’re all dancing around and it’s very musical theater-y. That’s going to be a good number.

Minus the nude scene in Hair, I imagine. No, I don’t think there’s that. [Laughs]

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend airs Fridays at 8 p.m. on the CW.

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Wedding Crasher

Pairing: ex!Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 2485

Request: Josh one, where maybe the reader is getting married and he sees it in a newspaper or hears it from someone who is a mutual friend. so he comes up with the plan to try to stop it. reader ends up completely just running off and disappearing afterwards before showing up at his doorstep telling Josh she wants to be back with him, she misses him? sorry if this makes no sense whatsoever -Anon

Author’s Note: This one was really fun to write! I hope you guys like it, it’s a lot longer than my usual fics!

Josh’s POV

“I’m sorry, she’s what?” I looked at Jenna in disbelief.

“Getting married, Josh. It’s not a difficult concept.”

“To who?”

Last time I had checked, Y/N wasn’t even dating anyone. Now out of the blue she was getting married in a few weeks?

“A guy she met at work. They started dating around a year ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me she was dating someone earlier?”

“Because it’s none of your business, Josh. You’re her ex.”

“You knew!”

“I’m her best friend, of course I knew!”

Tyler walked into the room, obviously disturbed by the amount of noise that Jenna and I were making.

“What’s going on in here?”

“Y/N is getting married in a few months and Josh is upset about it,” Jenna calmly explained.

“Oh yeah, I knew that.”

“You told Tyler?” I asked incredulously.

“Tyler was there when she told us.”

I leaned back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, exasperated.

“I need to do something to stop this.”

“Josh, it’s not your place,” Jenna said.

I turned to Tyler, hoping that he would back me up. He shrugged.

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea, man.”

“You guys don’t understand. I need to do this.”

“Why?” Jenna asked.

I sat up so that I could look at her properly. She needed to understand that I really meant what I was about to say.

“Jenna, our breakup was never meant to happen. We were both exhausted and emotional, I was about to leave for tour and we had stayed up too late the night before just trying to spend time with each other. We were having a long discussion about the future and she mentioned how hard it was when I’m away and then I threw breaking up out there without really meaning it, but we talked about it and thought it was a better decision for both of us. I didn’t mean it, that was the last thing I wanted. It really hit me the next day, but Tyler and I were already on the tour bus hours away from home and it was too late. When I got back, she had taken the little things that she always left at my apartment back home. That was the last time I saw her, and I’ve regretted it ever since.”

“Isn’t there a...less destructive way for you to go about this?” Tyler asked.

“When is the wedding?”

“About two weeks,” Jenna answered. “Which reminds me that I need to get my dress picked out.”

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” I mumbled.

Tyler walked over and took a seat next to me on the couch, “Josh, are you really going to go through with this?”

“Don’t you think it seems fishy that she met this guy just over a year ago and they got married this quickly? She told me that we had to be dating for at least three years before we even thought about getting married.”

“Maybe it does, but this is her life. Not yours. And I’m not going to support you barging into her life and trying to ruin her wedding.”

“Fine, then don’t. But I need to talk to her before she goes through with it.”

Tyler sighed, “Whatever you say.”

Your POV

Your phone buzzed just as you were laying down to take a nap. Life had been so hectic lately that you took any chance to have some time to yourself. Between work and wedding planning, that time was rare.

You debated not looking at the text, but in the likely scenario that it was someone texting you to clear up something about the wedding, you decided to deal with it before your fiance got his hands on it. He was a good guy, but his opinions about the wedding were questionable at best.

Your stomach dropped when you read the name on the text message. There was still a heart emoji after his last name that you refused to get rid of. With shaking fingers, you slid the text message open so that you could read it in its entirety.

Hey, I wanted to talk to you about some things. Are you free on Friday at noon? We could get smoothies or something.

“So much for napping,” you sighed, extremely aware of the adrenaline that was now pumping through your body.

You took a few moments to think out a good reply. He hadn’t really explained what he had to talk to you about, and it seemed odd that he was just popping up out of the blue after over a year of not talking to one another.

That just so happens to be the only day this week that I’m not busy. The usual place?

“The usual place” seemed so weird to say, as if the two of you were still dating. Smoothies had always been a post-studio tradition for the two of you to celebrate whatever work he and Tyler had gotten done that day. In fact, you hadn’t had a smoothie since the last time the two of you went.

Sounds great. Can’t wait to see you :)

You decided not to answer, despite how badly you wanted to. The conversation could easily come across as suspicious, especially given the heart after his name, and the last thing you wanted was to lose your fiance’s trust right before your wedding.

Josh’s POV

I showed up to the smoothie place a full ten minutes before I was supposed to. This was mostly due to a mixture of excitement and nerves. It had been a long time since I had seen Y/N. Hopefully she hadn’t told Jenna that the two of us were meeting up, her and Tyler would definitely disapprove of what I was doing.

I got out of the car and headed inside, deciding that sitting inside would be less weird than sitting alone in my car. There were a couple empty tables, so I sat down at one and pulled out my phone to kill time.

Ten minutes later, Y/N showed up. She was right on time, as she had the tendency to be. I waved at her to grab her attention and her face lit up as soon as she saw me. She walked over to the table I was sitting at and I stood up so that I could hug her.

“How are you?” she asked, hugging me tightly.

“I’m good. How about you?”

“Great,” she smiled. “Want to get something to drink?”

“Yeah, that would be awesome.”

I tried not to stare at her as we walked over to order. She looked just as beautiful as the last time that I had seen her, if not more so. Maybe it was because she wasn’t sleep deprived like she had been when we broke up.

Once we both had our drinks, we sat back down at the table that I had been at before. Y/N hung her bag over the back of the chair.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” she asked, twirling her straw idly in her drink.

I opened my mouth to answer her, but my tongue felt tied and I struggled to get any words out. Y/N was looking at me with raised eyebrows, waiting for me to say something.

“I heard you’re getting married,” I finally managed to say.

Her cheeks grew flushed with color and she cast her gaze down at the table, “Yeah, I am.”

“How is that going?” I asked.

She shrugged, “Good, I suppose. Planning a wedding is stressful, especially on such short notice.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say after that. The color was slowly leaving her cheeks.

“Listen, I know you’re probably wondering why you weren’t invited but-”

“No, not at all,” I interjected. “It’s your wedding, you’re free to invite who you want to.”

“Yeah,” she sighed.

Something seemed like it was upsetting her, but I didn’t think it was my place to ask. I knew that if I was going to tell her about how I felt, it was now or never.

“So, um, there’s something else that I wanted to talk to you about.”

It was odd how comfortable I still felt around her. Despite the fact that we hadn’t seen each other in over a year, it felt as if it had only been a week at most.

“Sure, go for it.”

“I think breaking up was a mistake. When I suggested it, I didn’t really mean it. Then you started to talk about it, and you made it sound like the best option and I didn’t want to hold you back. What I’m trying to say is that I still love you, Y/N.”

“Josh, I-”

“I know, this is really bad timing because you’re about to get married but I just couldn’t not tell you.”

I knew that what I had done was terrible, but I meant everything that I had said. This was the best way to try and stop her from getting married without completely ruining her life.

“I have to go,” she said, grabbing her bag and smoothie as she stood up.

I started to say something, but she seemed so flustered that it was evident that she didn’t want to be around me right now. Maybe my plan hadn’t been as solid as I thought after all.

“Bye,” I said meekly as she walked away from the table.

She didn’t turn back once.

Your POV

You tossed your bag down next to the door and walked straight over to the couch. Once your face was completely buried in the pillow, you screamed to release all of the tension that had built inside of you. As soon as you had convinced yourself that things were going to be ok and Josh was just a distant memory, he popped back into your life and said, well...this.

You hadn’t wanted to marry your fiance. Not yet, anyway. Sure, he was a nice guy from work but things with him had never been quite like they were with Josh. Josh was exciting and every day was an adventure with him. Your fiance, on the other hand, was so focused on work and getting to the top of the ladder that it consumed him at times. It attracted you at first, but it quickly became more annoying than admirable.

Then came the day when he proposed. You had always wanted to wait for a few years before you married anyone, but your parents had really been putting the pressure to get married on you. It really felt like you had no option but to say yes, despite everything else telling you to say no. You had pushed Josh to the back of your mind and accepted that he would never feel the same again, and now here you were.

Your phone buzzed, and when you grabbed it Jenna’s contact picture was on the screen. You hit the green button and brought your phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N. Did you by any chance see Josh today?”

“Yeah, we met up for smoothies. Why?”

You heard Jenna sigh on the other end of the line, “He’s been acting off and Tyler is super worried about him. I thought he might have come to see you. What happened?”

You explained the conversation that you and Josh had to Jenna. She listened intently as you added your own commentary about how you were feeling and by the end of the call, you had made a decision about where to go from here.

“Thanks for listening, Jen.”

“Of course, Y/N. Good luck. I hope you know that I’m always going to be here for you.”

“I do. Thank you so much.”

“Goodbye.”

“Bye.”

You ended the call and got up from the couch. There was a lot of packing to be done.

Josh’s POV

It had been close to a day since I saw Y/N. Tyler and Jenna had found out that I had seen her, although exactly how I wasn’t quite sure. I had spent most of my time at home, feeling awful for causing her so much distress. In hindsight, I should have expected that. You can’t really drop a bombshell on someone like that and expect them to be fine.

There had been numerous times where I had debated calling Y/N to make sure she was ok, but decided against it. She had probably told her fiance all about what happened, and I didn’t want to accidentally make things much worse than I already had.

I set my empty mug in the sink and started to walk back to the living room when there was a knock on the door. Tyler wasn’t supposed to have shown up for another couple hours, so I was confused as to why he had decided to come over early.

I ruffled my hair a bit as I walked over to the door, my socked feet making hardly any noise. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see it was Y/N on the other side, looking extremely nervous.

“Uh, hi,” I said, running a hand through my hair again.

“Hi,” she murmured. “I might have just done something very stupid.”

My eyebrows furrowed, “What did you do?”

“I called off the wedding so that I could be with you.”

“You what?”

“Called it off. All of it. I couldn’t marry that guy, not when I knew you would take me back.”

I couldn’t help but smile, even if it wasn’t really a smiling matter. Despite how happy I was, she still looked very upset.

“All of my stuff is in my car,” she explained.

“We can deal with that later, you should come inside.”

She walked inside and I followed her to the couch where she took a seat at one end. I sat across from her, not knowing how comfortable she was with physical contact yet. There was nothing I wanted to do more than hug her to me and press kisses to her forehead, but now wasn’t the time.

“I feel awful, Josh,” she explained, trying to pass wiping away a tear as itching her cheek.

“Don’t feel awful. You’re doing what makes you happiest, you can’t be blamed for that.”

“I know but I still have to tell my family and everything,” she said, starting to shake. “And-”

“Hey, it’s ok,” I said calmly. “Come here.”

I held my arms out and she scooted closer to me so that she could rest her head on my chest. She held onto me tightly.

“We’re going to work this out together, ok?” I said. “I have your back.”

“I missed you so much,” she sniffled. “So, so much.”

“I missed you too, but you’re here now. And that’s what matters.”

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New Roommates - Ch.4

Word Count: 1971

Warnings: Language and fluff!

Author’s Note: Here is chapter 4! Enjoy! :))

“Sav!” Josh’s voice called out as he knocked on my door. I slowly opened my eyes as I woke from a deep slumber. 

“What?” I mumbled, closing my eyes once again.

“Time to wake up! Get dressed and come to the kitchen!”

“Why?” I turned over and checked the time on my phone. 

8:27. Way too early for a Saturday morning. 

“Just do it, and don’t ask questions! If you don’t come out in ten minutes then I will go get Tyler and Mark to drag you out.”

“Okay!” I shouted back. I listened as Josh’s footsteps got further away. I stretched my arms and made sure to pop and crack all the necessary joints to start the day. 

I threw on a pair of Adidas sweatpants and a black t-shirt. My hair quickly got thrown into a messy bun and I shuffled out to the kitchen. 

“Happy first week of living with us!” the boys cheered in unison as I turned the corner into the kitchen. I jumped as I was not expecting them all to shout at me this early in the morning.

“I made us waffles!” Mark smiled down at the plate that was piled high with a stack of fluffy waffles. There were bowls of different fruit next to it, along with a bottle of whipped cream.

“What is this all for?” I nervously laughed.

“To celebrate that you have been living with us for officially a week now!” Tyler explained. 

“This is kind of odd, but I will never pass up waffles!” I sat down on a stool and plopped a waffle down on a plate. They were still warm. “Thank you, guys!”

“Of course! Nothing but the best for the best roomie!” Mark teased. I let out an exasperated sigh. 

“I’m surprised you’re actually awake,” Josh noted. I glared over at him and crinkled my nose as I took a bite out of my waffle. 

“I didn’t feel like being dragged out of bed this morning.”

“Fair enough.”

“So, Sav, now that you have been living here for a week, what are some of your favorite memories?” Tyler asked with a mouthful of strawberries.

“My favorite memories?” I pondered for a second while the boys shoveled waffles down their throats. “The first one that comes to mind is when we all played rage cage a few days ago.”

“Rage cage?” Josh asked and I nodded.

“I never really played drinking games with my friend back at home and it was really fun! Especially seeing you guys tipsy! Plus Kae was a good supervisor.”

“We need to get Kae to play, but I can drink for them!” Mark said.

Tyler shook his head, “Have you seen them throw a ping pong ball? You would get drunk so fast.”

“Hey! Don’t roast Kae when they aren’t even here to stand up for themselves.” I balled up my napkin and threw it at Tyler’s chest. 

“I’m just speaking the truth!” he giggled. 

“Another one of my favorite things about living here is having almost every meal cooked for me! Thank you chef mark.”

“My pleasure!” He pretended to curtsey. 

“How does your head feel?” Tyler asked Josh as he tossed some Tylenol in his mouth and washed it down with orange juice.

“I’m not as hungover as I thought I would be, and to be honest, I am surprised I was able to wake up this early.”

“You woke up with a hangover just to surprise me?” I asked, putting my hands on my heart and sarcastically acting flattered.

“It was because I wanted the waffles, obviously.”

“Sure,” I teased back. Josh gave my shoulder a little shove as he walked past me and went to sit on the couch. I smiled to myself and looked up at Tyler and Mark who were exchanging glances. 

Once I ended up finishing my plate of waffles and cleaned up, I headed back into my room to edit the photos I had taken at the football games from Friday night. I was really excited with how my photos turned out, and I was hoping to send some to the local newspapers and news sources for them to use. 

I continued to edit my photos, occasionally getting distracted by Pinterest and Tumblr, while I waited for Kae to come over. We were going to go thrift shopping in downtown Columbus this afternoon. Kae said that they knew of the best thrift shops with the best finds, and they mentioned there is this really chill coffee shop that we could stop at as well which sounded perfect since today was such an overcast day. 

“You ready!” My door flew open as Kae came rushing in and shouting at the top of their lungs.

“Holy shit!” I jumped out of my chair as they scared me. “You scared me!” 

“Ha!” they cackled. I turned around and grabbed a pillow and chucked it at them. It landed right into their stomach. “Ouch!”

“That’s what you get!”

“It’s not my fault you get scared easily!”

“Just give me one second to put my shoes on and then I’ll be ready to head out!” I said and Kae nodded. They left my room, probably to go talk to Tyler, and I quickly tied my vans and grabbed my coat.

“Welcome to my crib!” Kae joked as they opened the door to their Red Kia Forte. It smelled like fresh laundry. They plugged their phone into the aux cord and started to play a playlist which consisted of Panic!, Queen, Paramore, and the occasional Fall Out Boy song. 

“You have such a good music taste!” I complimented.

“Oh my gosh, really? I’m so self-conscious about it.”

“Why?”

“Having a boyfriend who is a musician makes you more aware of how others can be judgmental! But I am glad you like it!” They reached over and turned up the sound as Nicotine by Panic! blasted.

“Downtown Columbus is so pretty,” I said in awe as Kae found parking on the street.

“Have you been down here before?”

“LIke three or four times when I was younger and was visiting my grandma and aunt!”

“I love it down here!” Kae locked their car and started walking down the street. I followed close behind. We exchanged conversation about different movies we like, and hobbies that we both enjoyed while we looked in different thrift shops.

“I love this shirt!” I whispered to myself as I pulled out an old Death Cab for Cutie concert shirt. It was a little large but it was perfect because I enjoy oversized shirts.

“That’s awesome!” Kae said as they looked through jackets. “What do you think of this?” I turned around to see them holding up a vintage Levi’s denim jacket.

“Try it on!”

“Okay!” They slipped their arms through it and shrugged it on. It was a perfect fit. 

“It looks so good, you have to get it.”

“It’s so comfortable! I can also put some pins on the pocket right here,” they pointed to the pockets on the chest. It looked really good on them. 

“You get a jacket and I get a t-shirt!!”

“Sounds like a plan!” Kae and I headed over to the register to pay. My t-shirt ended up only being six dollars which was a huge steal. Kae’s denim jacket was thirty bucks, which is super good for a vintage Levi’s jacket.

We both ended up ordering the same exact thing at the coffee shop, and that was a mocha with whipped cream. We sat next to a window so we could look out and admire all the doggies that would pass by us. 

“Hey, Sav, can I ask you a question?” Kae took a sip of their drink and set it down in front of them.

“Sure!” I shifted in my chair as I anxiously awaited their question.

“Do you like Josh? Like, like like?” They whispered.

“What?” I nearly spat out the mocha that I had in my mouth. “Who told you? I mean, yes, i mean, no, what?”

“Sav! It’s okay! You don’t need to get flustered.” Kae giggled as they handed me a napkin to clean up the mocha.

“Yes, I might have a little crush on Josh, but why are you asking? Is it obvious? Did the boys mention something?”

“Yes, Tyler mentioned that he might have thought you and Josh were flirting so I decided to get to the bottom of things!”

“Josh and I flirting? Like he was flirting with me too? I never noticed that.”

“I don’t really notice it but I guess Mark and Tyler do! Nothing is wrong if you like him, Sav.”

“Yes, there is! He is my roommate. I can’t fall for my roommate, haven’t you seen those movies?”

“This is real life, unfortunately, but I don’t think there is anything bad about it. You can’t control your emotions!”

“That’s exactly what my other friend said to me,” I sighed. “I just don’t know if I even want to pursue these feelings because what if he doesn’t feel the same about me? He has so many girls over all the time anyways.”

“I suggest just continue living your life, and just become closer to him! Friends, roommates, or even more. Don’t force it and let it come naturally!” Kae wrapped their arms around my shoulder and gave me a reassuring squeeze. 

“Thank you, Kae. It’s actually really nice to talk about it with someone who knows him, I feel a lot better now.”

The car ride back to the apartment was longer because of traffic so Kae decided to show me different car games they like to play. One was the original slug bug, but then they also showed me popeye and happy slappy. Popeye is when you punch the top of the roof anytime you see a car with only one headlight, and happy slappy is when you slap the other person when they spot a yellow car. 

“Ow!” I squealed as Kae’s fist came into contact with my shoulder.

“Happy slappy, yellow one!” they shouted. A yellow slug bug came passing us on the left side.

“You’re too good at this game,” I mumbled. I made sure to keep an eye out for any yellow car or slug bug the entire way home, but I ended up losing that time very badly. 

Once we got into the house we were welcomed by Tyler and Mark who were in the middle of an intense Mario kart race while Josh was busy reading a book on the couch. 

“We’re home!” Kae announced. “You like my jacket?” They did a 360 turn for the boys to see. 

“That’s sick!” Tyler said. “Dang it! You distracted me, Kae!”

“Sorry, but sometimes I am more important a game,” they snickered and headed over to sit next to Tyler. 

“Did you get anything?” Mark asked me and I nodded. 

“I found this old Death Cab for Cutie concert tee!” I pulled it out of the bag to show everybody.

“Did you buy that because you know it’s my favorite band?” Josh teased as he looked up from his book.

“Not everything is about you, Josh.” I crossed my arms and glared at him. “Do you even know how to read?”

“Yes, in fact, I do! This book is about-”

“I don’t really care.”

“Well, in that case,” Josh closed the book and chucked it at me, barely missing my shoulder.

“Joshua! What if that hit me?”

“Then I guess would have needed to call an ambulance, huh?”

“You’re so annoying!” I rolled my eyes and turned to Kae who was raising their eyebrows at me. They definitely had a point that Josh was flirting with me, but I knew better than to get my hopes up.

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[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

The Hot Chocolate Incident. (Josh Dun x Reader)

Warning: Sexual themes (light/no smut).

Note: This was co-written by my best friend. It’s also based on a real-life event that happened to us - that is now known by my friend group as ‘The Hot Chocolate Incident’ - where I was (Y/N), she was (Y/B/F), and my crush was Josh. (Y/N)’s POV is in normal font, (Y/B/F)’S POV is in italics. Everything written here actually took place one night a few months ago. Well, everything except the smut. (Sadly.) I hope you enjoy this insider look into the mess that is my life.

“I feel like we’re gonna get there, and I’m gonna be all excited and then he won’t even be there.”

“You don’t know that,” (Y/B/F) said rather unconvincingly, in a high-pitched voice.

“Well, he wasn’t at school today,” I sulked, throwing myself dramatically over the bed. “But then again, when is he ever at school?” I added, annoyed.

“Yeah, well, all he ever cares about is going to the gym,” (Y/B/F) said while changing into her lacrosse gear. She stopped lacing up her shoes and glanced at me. “Not that you mind,” she said suggestively.

“Shut up,” I pulled a face at her, “He is quite passionate about football, so maybe he’ll show up. I should give him the benefit of the doubt.”

“Yeah, you’ll give him something else,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Shut up,” I said, pushing her over. “In what AU will that ever happen? He doesn’t even know who I am.”

“Yes, he does, you’re the best friend of the girl whose mother is friends with his grandmother’s sister,” she nonchalantly pointed out, raising a finger matter-of-factly, “Oh, and there’s the way you stare at him at school.”

“You said that he doesn’t notice!” I gasped.

“Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t, I don’t know, maaan.”

“Thanks, you really do an amazing job of being my best friend.”

“Oh, I know.”

~

Oh my soul, I hate this fucking team so much! I just wanna go home! Staying with (Y/N) to stare at Josh better be worth it. He better fucking kiss her or some shit.

“Well done, my love,” (Y/N) said, with a hint of sympathy in her voice, handing me my Vitamin Water.

“Thanks,” I grumbled, “Now let’s go find your husband.”

~

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” (Y/N) asked for the fiftieth time, handing her money to some freshman who gave her a cup of hot chocolate in return.

“No, thanks, I can’t eat straight after a match,” I said turning to survey the field for Josh, since, for some reason, he wasn’t playing.

(Y/N) walked over to me, scalding hot chocolate in hand. “Oh my gosh, he’s not here, he’s not here, I was right!”

“Chill, I’m sure he’s here…somewhere,” I trailed off, turning my head to once again look for Josh. I spotted him sitting on the bench, gazing longingly at the players on the field. “Look,” I poked (Y/N) excitedly, cocking my head in Josh’s direction.

She started squealing like a maniac and squeezing my arm.

“Owww-“

Lil Frankie comes running up behind us, slaps (Y/N)’s ass and runs away giggling, leather jacket flapping in the wind.

“Frankie, go back to your own imagine!” (Y/N) and I shouted in unison.

“Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah…owwwwwww!”

“He’s here!”

“Yeah, I noticed,” I replied sarcastically, rubbing my arm which was now probably bruised.

“But why the fuck is he not playing?!” she whisper-shouted, very angrily.

“Um, look who the coach is.”

“Of fucking course. He already ruined my math mark, why not ruin my love-life too?”

“What love-life?” I scoffed amusedly. (Y/N) glared at me. “I kid, I kid.”

“When are they going to put him onnnnnn?” she whined.

“Well, he’s warming-up now,” I pointed at Josh, who was beginning his warm-up exercises. I extended my arm out towards (Y/N) to squeeze, if need be.

I watched her watch him do various stretches and exercises, wincing occasionally, when she squeezed my arm too tightly. She was still absentmindedly drinking her hot chocolate, her mind undoubtedly racing with not-so-innocent thoughts of Josh.

I decided to actually pay attention to the game being played but luckily, I looked at (Y/N) for a split second because…

~

“(Y/N)!”

“What?” I asked, dazed.

(Y/B/F) had a shocked/amused expression while gesturing towards my chest in disbelief.

I looked down confusedly, seeing brown liquid, but not yet registering what was happening until I felt a burning sensation on my chest. “Oh shit.”

(Y/B/F) immediately unzipped and took off her sports jacket, covering me up with it.

“He didn’t see that, did he?”

~

Great, just fucking great. I managed to spill hot chocolate on my t-shirt and make a huge stain. Nice one, (Y/N). I’m supposed to be here watching the love of my life playing football but instead, here I am, in the bathroom, trying to clean myself up. There was no one else in the bathroom, thank goodness, cause most of the people were still watching the game, and (Y/B/F)’s mother pulled up outside the school and she had to stall in order for me to avoid getting interrogated.

I stood in front of the mirror in the boy’s bathroom because the girls’ were reserved for the other school. I wiped and wiped but all I seemed to be doing was making a bigger mess. If I carried on like this, I’d have to take my shirt off.

I heard someone walk in and I hoped to God that it was (Y/B/F). But of course with my luck, it would be some random parent that looks like he wants to kidnap me. I carried on wiping, pretending to not notice the person.

“Uhh, are you supposed to be in here?”

FUCK IT’S JOSH FUCK IT’S JOSH ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION, SOMEBODY KILL ME RIGHT NOW.

“Um, the sign outside said Fort Hayes High didn’t it?” I squeaked.

“It was, uh, meant for the football team,” he half chuckled.

Fuck me his smile could make Darth Vader leave the dark side.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” I said looking down and playing with my hair.

“I’m just gonna go, um, bye.”

And with that I left the bathroom (now wet in two places). Oh my gosh, did I actually just talk to Joshua fucking Dun?! Fuckk, I can’t. I’m gonna die. I’m shaking. **makes inhuman noises** I may or may not die from hyperventilation but that’s okay since HE fucking talked to ME. FOR THE SECOND TIME!!! We’re soulmates. #confirmed. I needed to find (Y/B/F) since she’s my way home and I need to squeeze her arm and probably bruise her because omg Josh, so I went downstairs to the gate, but she wasn’t there.

I walked back to the field hoping to catch a glimpse of Josh playing but that idiotic coach just took him off. There was 1 minute left of the game; there was no way we could lose now.

5 minutes later, we had annihilated the other team by beating them 47-0, and all the football boys were clearing out the bathroom, so I went to continue the saga of cleaning my dirty ass shirt. I decided to walk through the changing area and boy, was that the best decision I ever made…

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry.” I gasped, turning away.

“Uhh, umm,” was all Josh could say, wearing only his boxers as he was trying to cover up his Greek God-like body.

“I thought all the guys were gone,” I cringed, now shielding my eyes.

He could see how flustered I was and he was, laughing? How the hell could he be laughing right now?

“It’s okay, I don’t mind you looking,” he said, suddenly confident and walking closer to me.

What the actual fuck was going on? He kept on coming closer to me, until we were inches apart, his full, almost puffy lips were so close I could taste it. He took my hands away from my eyes and put one on his abs and oh shit they felt amazing. My other hand went south, like very south. I could feel his boner and I was SO NOT disappointed. I looked up at him and I loved what I saw. He was smirking down at me, looking like the devil himself, and boy was I ready to sin. He slowly unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. He pushed me back onto the benches that lined the walls of the change room and knelt down in between my legs. He parted his lips and looked at me for validation. All I could do was nod before he grabbed my panties and ripped them so they were basically crotch-less. I had a long night ahead of me, and I was so ready…

~

I sat on (Y/B/F)’s bed, expressionless while I watched her continue her freak out, which consisted mainly of squealing like a baby pig.

“Okay, okay, I get that you’re excited,” I held up my hands in an attempt to calm her down, “but can you chill the fuck out for one minute?”

“How the hell am I supposed to chill out when you hooked up with JOSH FUCKING DUN?!” she gushed, repeatedly slapping me on my arm.

I stared at her blankly for a few seconds, before I, myself, started squealing, causing (Y/B/F) to laugh before joining in.

“YOU JUST GOT JOSH DUN-UHed!”

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Thank you for reading x

Note: The last line is a reference to The Judge, where Tyler says ‘Josh Dun-uh’.