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Josh Jenkinson x fem!oc synopsis: fem!oc is behind the scenes of an inhaler interview when Josh reveals their relationship to the public.

words: 300

a/n: this is a short blurb, a silly idea I had. I'm manifesting

Lights are set up, flashing the boys in the already bright room. A camera is set up on a tripod, capturing the best shot of the Irish lads for the interview. Dylan sits in the back of the cameras, watching a team of professionals bombard her boyfriend and his band with silly questions. Josh sits on the couch with Elijah, the other two lads taking a break from all the talking. “Favorite Lana Del Rey song?” Josh repeats the question. He moves the small handheld mic to Eli, “The one she did with A$AP maybe?” His hands casually brush through his greasy hair. Josh nods at his mate's answer. “My girlfriend is always listening to Brooklyn Baby, so maybe that?” He says nonchalantly. 

Dylan quietly gasps at his response, catching his attention. They share a smile—her heartwarming at his thoughtfulness. She and Josh were never public with their relationship of six months. Both choose to remain private, only the people closest to them know about their love, and that’s all that matters. The room looks shocked at the public outing of his relationship. Josh never meant to out the relationship, but the words felt so right coming out, “his girlfriend.” He loves her wholeheartedly and wants to shout it from the rooftops. Plus, most fans were too concerned with the romantic doings of his other two mates to care. 

Josh Jenkinson x fem!reader

summary: A girl celebrating her birthday meets a guy celebrating his new album.

authors note: this is a random blurb that I wrote for funsises! Lmk if you guys enjoy and maybe I will write more. :)

Sweaty bodies grind up on each other—multicolored LED lights flash; purple, to blue, back to purple. The air is thick, yet most people are far too drunk to care. In the corner by the bar, a party of twenty-somethings all taking birthday shots. They cheer as they take in the pure liquor, vodka. A brunette girl wearing a “birthday girl” sash scrunches her face. Vodka was never her favorite but it sure did make her feel ecstasy. She's surrounded by her four best friends, celebrating the year's most important day. They cheer in excitement, already feeling wasted. 

On the other side of the club, a group of twenty-something Irish men, sitting in a booth. Why were they at the club? They honestly didn’t know. They were far more accustomed to pub life if anything. Maybe it was to celebrate their near-finished album, which they had just finished recording for. Thirty songs in total, only nearly half would make it on the final product. The blonde bassist and the lead singer get pulled onto the crowded dance floor by their girlfriends, there to support their boyfriends and have some fun. 

The drummer, never one for club culture, found himself walking to the bar in an attempt to order a red wine. The guitarist follows along, he already has a drink in hand, a beer. The birthday girl gets pulled onto the dance floor by her friends, ready to let loose to the random Lady Gaga-Bruno Mars remix playing. They sandwich themselves near the Irish lads, dancing awkwardly with their girlfriends. The birthday girl dances around without a care, her arms flailing around in the air. She felt the music in every cell in her body. Hungry eyes watch her like mountain lions spotting a naive fawn. She has no care. From the bar, the guitarist scans the dance floor, trying to spot his friends. Meanwhile, the drummer is going on about the awful transition from “Just Dance” to “24K.”

The guitarist finds his friends, having fun in the middle of the dance floor. The lead singer and his girlfriend sway to the music like it’s jazz. The bassist and his girl go ham, jumping around. He smiles at the sight. His eyes navigate to the eyes watching him. Her honey-brown eyes and full lashes pulled him in. She continues to dance with her friends, now feeling the need to impress the handsome stranger. He smirks as she moves around without a care, noticing her sash and the way her hair remains flawless. Her eyes navigate back to him, who continues to look in her direction. She says something to her friends, leaving the dance floor. 

As she approaches the musician, he gulps, never feeling this nervous to talk to a woman before. She stops right in front of him. The brunette girl was never one to be so bold, but that’s the wonder of liquid courage. “You’re staring,” She says. His eyes were comforting like a cup of tea on a cold rainy day. He doesn’t know how to respond to her, his beer was not helping his brain function. “What’s your name?” She asks, trying to get more of a read on the mysterious man standing at the bar with a beer in his hand. “Josh,” She smiles at his response. “Dylan,” He smiles at her response. Somehow, she managed to make a boyish name sound effortlessly cool and feminine. “Happy Birthday,” He says referring to her sash. She graciously accepts his kind words. 

The drummer sitting right next to them, watches in confusion, not realizing that his friend was no longer listening to his rant about terrible club remixes. The bassist in the crowd also notices his friend's interaction with the flirty girl, who’s playfully touching his friend's arm. “Looky there,” He nudges the lead singer. All eyes were on the guitarist and the birthday girl, standing at the bar. “You’re friends are staring,” She giggles. Josh nervously looks around, spotting three pairs of eyes on him. They quickly divert their eyes, not trying to ruin his moment. “And yours are jumping around like maniacs,” They look over to her best friends, who looked like they got stuck in a tornado. Messy hair and wrinkled clothes are the outcome of their drunk dancing. 

“What are you doing here on a Friday night Josh?” She quizzes him. The girl had met her fair share of club rats. They were for everybody and anybody which she didn’t like. He seemed to be the opposite of that. He seemed fairly reserved. He for sure wasn’t dressed for the club, sporting a casual flannel and baseball cap. “Celebrating I guess.” She giggles at his answer. For someone “celebrating,” he didn’t look to be having much fun. “Do you dance?” Her fingers delicately grab his hand. He shakes his “no,” but the girl still pulls him away from the bar. They find a spot away from their friends, entering their own world. An annoying remix of a Snoop Dogg song plays, the blue lights get darker, and her arms find themselves around his neck. His arms snake around her waist, touching the exposed skin of her lower back. His hands are cold. Her hips move sensually to the pounding music, merely grazing his jeans. 

Josh’s heart pounds as he dances with the intoxicated girl. She turns around, her back to his chest. She lets the music rule over her body as she claims his body as hers to dance on. His hands roam her body, doing his best to dance along with her. The birthday girl can feel the shots she’s taken leaving her system, he was sobering her up.