best friends. thats what you and josh were. you met at starbucks one day and totally hit it off and eventually became roommates. but when josh needs a fake date to go with him to his parent's vow renewal ceremony, you're the only person he has to go with him. will you and josh stay just friends? or will you actually become his girlfriend? ----------------------- thesoftestwords 2021® -----------------------

**Some chapters edited!!** "Who are you?" "just call me Clancy.. you won't be here long enough to know my real name," he states, his fingers playfully walking their way towards the sharp knife on the table. Mature audience 18+ -Sexual themes/smut - violence - Strong language - possibly abuse type scenes This is not particularly a chronological order timeline. Things will be mixed and off course to fit into the story! Just having fun with it 🙂‍↕️ Hope you enjoy!! 💗

This is a continuation of my other story Taken. If you haven't read that first i'd recommend you do so you're not lost in this one :p 4 years after the events of Taken. Kaytlin has found herself going on with life, trying her best to run from those memories. She's made a new best friend, found a job that she enjoys, had finally moved out of her parent's house.. but what happens when her best friend gets her hands on two concert tickets to a band neither of them know.. Or at least, think's she doesn't know. Past memories, people and feelings start popping back up and she has no idea how to feel about it. What does this Drag path lead to?

Sophie Quinn has spent years behind the soundboard, shaping live music from the background while staying comfortably out of it herself. She loves the steadiness of her work-the calm before a session, the familiar hum of equipment warming up, the way a room settles when everything finally fits together. When Twenty One Pilots visit the radiostation she works for an intimate live recording, it feels like a special day, but still familiar. She guides fans to their places, fixes small technical issues before anyone notices, and slips easily into the rhythm of the session. What she doesn't expect is the quiet shift that follows. Not a dramatic moment or a sudden spark-just small, ordinary interactions that linger longer than usual. A musician who pays attention to his surroundings. A short conversation that stays with her. A sense of being seen not as background, but as part of the room. As their paths cross again, online and off, something gentle begins to form-slowly, naturally, and without either of them needing to name it. It's a story about music, timing, and two people who learn to let their walls soften, one honest moment at a time. This story contains themes and elements intended for mature audiences (18+). Please read with care. Content may include: Smut / sexual themes Strong language Alcohol use Discussions of mental health struggles Emotional tension & heavier topics Suggested (emotional) abuse Occasional mentions of anxiety or depressive thoughts // This story is a work of fanfiction and is not meant to reflect real events or real personalities. Although it features names or inspirations based on public figures, all characters, situations, and interactions are entirely fictional. I have deep respect for the artists mentioned, and nothing in this story should be taken as fact or a reflection of their real lives. Take everything with a grain of salt and enjoy the ride.

if you are very easily triggered, please don't read this. i don't think this is very graphic, but please be cautious i don't want anyone hurting themselves. inspired by forest by twenty one pilots

The tour was supposed to be noise-screaming crowds, humming lights, chaos that left no room for feeling. She knew how to handle that. She'd built her life on moving fast, staying useful, never getting too close. But he was different. The frontman with heavy eyes and stained hands. The one who disappeared behind stage doors only to sing like he was bleeding. He didn't talk much. Didn't need to. His presence was gravity. And without meaning to, she fell into orbit. Behind curtains and closed doors, under low lights and high tension, something raw begins to bloom. A connection. A craving. A slow, inevitable unraveling. But the road doesn't stop moving. And neither does the weight he carries. A slow-burn, soul-aching, backstage romance about finding stillness in someone else's storm. For fans of quiet obsession, late-night vulnerability, and love that feels like a secret whispered in the dark. CW: This story explores mental health, anxiety, depression, and emotional trauma. It includes explicit content (smut), emotionally intense themes, and is intended for mature readers. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is inspired by a fictional version of Twenty One Pilots frontman Tyler Joseph. All characters, relationships, and events have been created or adapted for storytelling purposes and do not reflect real-life individuals or situations.

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