Paige Nicole❤

- cute ig post

- cute snapchats on his story

- cute snaps between each other

- tweeting each other

- spamming you with snaps, pics and messages while on tour

- facetiming all the time

- matching shirts

- stealing his clothes

- tyler approving of you

- being close with his family

- being close to tyler and jenna 

- cuddles

- movie nights

- taco bell dates

- stargazing 

- standing side stage at shows

- him teaching you to play drums

- josh being protective of you 

- sex after concerts 

- loving each other unconditionally

- supporting each other 

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Tyler-

bysyd

Josh-

oh whoops here’s a drabble that was requested forever ago. not even sorry

You shove Josh against the wall in the bathroom, gripping his lapels in your fists; he grins widely at you, letting out a deep chuckle, giving you a whiff of the whiskey on his breath. Your mouth attaches to his, knocking his head back against the wall with a loud bump. His hands are bunching up your short dress, trying desperately to get his fingers on your skin, but you push his hands away, causing him to break the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” he breathes, as your hands begin to work at his pants.

“I’m not gonna let you fuck me in the bathroom at Tyler’s wedding,” you whisper, slipping your hand down the front of his briefs. “But I’m dying to suck you off.” Josh moans softly, tipping his head back against the wall when your fingers come in contact with his erection. “You want that?” you mutter. “Tell me, Joshua, you want me to suck your dick?”

Warning; cancer, drinking, sickness, crying

paring; Josh Dun x Reader (Y/n)

Words; 1796

other; Tyler and Jenna, fluff josh. Y/n finds out she has breast cancer, also only to find out Josh likes her back. 

Being on tour with my best friends Tyler and josh, is great and all, usually I have the best time with them but this time i just can’t seem to get my spirits up enough to have a blast. I haven’t told either of them, but before we all left weeks before we left I went into the doctors for the fact that I had found a lump… a lump? Yes a lump on my left breast, that appointment was a check up days before we all left I went in for a lab test and what not to see what it is.

requested: yes

word count: 2.2k+

synopsis: bartender!ashton supporting you through a lovelife struggle through the only way he knows how; helping you drink whilst throwing in some concern and flirting

warning: there is mentions and suggestion of smut/sex. there is also drinking involved.

a/n: i feel like i ended this horribly, but whatevers. it’s suppose to be light, funny with a touch of sex. credit to the rightful owner of the gif.

masterlist // writing prompt numbers

The liquor burned the back of my throat as I immediately chugged down at least 6 Jägerbombs within a 15 second time frame. Letting out a breath of relief and a tiny burp after hitting my 6th shot glass on the bar countertop, he raised his eyebrow at me, grabbing all of the shot glasses to clean up.

“You know, the Jägerbomb challenge doesn’t really start until next month, love.” he joked. I looked at him and I laughed dryly at his attempt to cheer me up or at least start a conversation with me.

“Can I have like 5 shots of tequila please?”

“Can I ask what is the occasion for you drinking so much?”

I rolled my eyes and threw him a 50 dollar bill.

“Just get me my drinks, Ashton.”

He took my bill and shoved it into his back pocket before walking a short distance to grab the best tequila the bar had to offer.

“You should really tell your manager to lower down the price range for your drinks. $10 a shot is a tad expensive don’t you think?”

He chuckled as he poured my drinks into their respected shot glasses. His curly hair was in that weird phase where it was too short for him to tie up but too long where he needed a hair cut. His eyes were brighter than any star and held so much confidence. His lips were shaped perfectly and looked like they held so much sex appeal. His black shirt was hugging all the right parts of his chest with the sleeves squeezing his biceps deliciously. His black apron covered how his jeans perfectly accentuated his large thighs and giving a little tease at his natural bludge. Ashton Irwin was the hottest bartender around. He was also the sweetest and the wittiest, hence the mix of smart remarks and questions that oozed with concern and worry for one of his favourite customers, and friend.

“I don’t make the rules, love.” He replied with a charming smile, pushing putting the shot glasses onto the countertop for me to devour. Licking his lips, he leaned forward from his station, placing his elbow up and resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

“But seriously, what’s wrong? I know you are a heavy drinker and all, but you have been sitting here for around 2-3 hours drinking your heart out.”

“Well this is a bar, isn’t it Ashton? I’m just using the bar’s clearly intended purposes.”

“No you’re abusing the fuck out of its intended purposes, which means you are hurt, angry or you are an addicted alcoholic but I know number 3 is definitely not the case.”

The fire in my eyes slowly flickered away as I swallowed down the growing lump in my throat. I stared down at the shot glasses in front of me before quickly grabbing one and drinking it down as if it was water.

I hated telling my feelings and my thoughts. I hated revealing my vulnerability and having weak moments. Why? Because it’s those small but powerful moments where people can take advantage of you or use that information against you. And I have been hurt way too many times to be an expert on that situation.

Throwing back my 3rd tequila shot, I put the shot glass down and reached over to the 4th before Ashton quickly grabbed my wrist to stop me from drinking.

“Y/N.” he said with a stern voice.

I looked up at him and he could see from my eyes that my strong persona was slowly withering away. He was getting to me. We could both feel it.

“Y/N…” he repeated, but this time in a more softer and worried tone. “What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?” he asked.