#reader x twenty one pilots

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Okay so for this request I would like a nerdy reader x basketball player Tyler high school moment !! Maybe they get paired together for a project in class and reader has always liked Tyler but has been too shy to talk to him but they realize they both love music and maybe Tyler asks her to a dance at the end or something equally fluffy and cute 😊😊😊

School Project - Tyler Joseph x Nerd!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst - argument

Word Count: 3603

A/N: Loved writing this ngl... I've worked with people who were just like this and I was so frustrated so totally love this. Hope you like it too!!

PART 2

“Tyler and Y/N.” Mrs. Davis’s voice cut through the classroom, and my stomach sank as soon as I heard it. Of all the people I could have been paired with for the project, it had to be him. Tyler Joseph. The guy everyone knew. The captain of the basketball team, the one with the bright smile and the group of friends who seemed to orbit him like he was the sun. And me? I was the quiet one who sat in the back, hoping to be invisible. Of course, I knew who Tyler was. How could I not? I’d noticed him long before this. In fact, I’d liked him for a while now, though I was pretty sure he didn’t even know I existed. So when I heard my name paired with his, I thought there had to be some mistake. But no—his eyes briefly flickered toward me, before he turned back to his friends, as if it was nothing. Like it didn’t matter at all.

But it did. To me, at least.

After class, I tried to gather my things as quickly as possible, heart racing, a nervous knot tightening in my stomach. Tyler was still surrounded by his friends, laughing, joking, the center of attention as usual. I considered slipping out unnoticed, but then his gaze landed on me, eyebrow raised. He was waiting for me to say something.

“So… when do you want to start working on the project?” I mumbled, barely looking up.

His friends snickered behind him, but Tyler just shrugged, not even bothering to fully turn toward me. “I don’t care. Whenever.”

The casual indifference stung more than I wanted to admit. I nodded, feeling my face heat up. “How about Saturday at the library?”

“Sure,” he replied, still distracted by his friends. And that was it. No enthusiasm, no real interest. Just… “sure.”

By the time Saturday rolled around, I was a bundle of nerves. I got to the library way too early and sat at a table by the windows, anxiously watching the door every time someone walked in. When Tyler finally showed up, my heart leapt. He was wearing his usual Ohio state basketball hoodie, left hand in his pocket, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. I braced myself for an awkward day, but then I noticed something strange. In his other hand, he was holding a small box. 

“Hey,” he said, a little less cool and distant than before. “I, uh, brought donuts. Didn’t know if you’d eaten.”

I blinked at him, surprised. He handed me the box, and I awkwardly took one, not sure what to say. This is… not what I expected. Tyler sat down across from me, not saying much at first, but there was no group of friends here, no audience to impress. It felt different. “So, what’s the plan?”

I opened my notes, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “We need to divide the research on the Civil War. I was thinking I’d handle the causes, and you could work on the key battles?”

Tyler nodded absently, barely looking at me. His attention kept drifting back to his phone, where I noticed he had a live stream of a basketball game playing.

“Are you serious?” I blurted, unable to hold it in anymore. “You're really going to watch the game while we work on this?”

He glanced up, surprised by the sudden bite in my tone. “What? It’s the state game. It’s not like I need to be staring at the research the whole time.”

I crossed my arms, my frustration bubbling over. “I get that you don’t care about this project, but I do. And if you’re just gonna sit there distracted, why did you even bother showing up?”

His expression hardened slightly, and for a moment, I thought he might snap back. But instead, he sighed and put his phone down, though not without a hint of reluctance. “Fine. I’m here. Let’s do this. I bit my lip, the tension between us thick. “Thank you,” I muttered, flipping through my notebook, trying to focus on the research.

For a while, we worked in silence, the awkwardness palpable. I kept sneaking glances at Tyler, wondering what his deal was. Was he always this dismissive? Or did he just not care because it was me?

After what felt like forever, he finally broke the silence. “So… what kind of music do you listen to when you study?”

The question threw me off, mostly because it came out of nowhere. “Um, I don’t know. Alternative, mostly.”

He looked a little surprised. “Really? Me too. I love that stuff.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “You do?”

His face lit up, and it was like a different version of Tyler appeared, one who wasn’t so detached and uninterested. “Yeah. Have you heard the new My Chem album?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. I’ve been meaning to.”

“You should,” he said, his voice softening in a way I hadn’t heard before. “It’s amazing. The lyrics… they really get to you, you know?”

There was something genuine in the way he said it, and for the first time, I saw past the surface of the guy I’d built up in my head. Tyler wasn’t just the basketball star everyone admired. He was more than that.

For the next hour, the tension between us eased, and we talked about music in between bouts of research. The conversation felt… normal. Almost easy. And the longer we worked together, the more I started to see a different side of him. One that wasn’t trying so hard to be cool or detached.

But as the library lights flickered, signaling it was closing time, Tyler’s phone buzzed with a notification. His attention shifted immediately, and the wall between us went right back up. “Gotta go,” he said, already halfway out of his chair. “I’ve got practice tomorrow, so we’ll just pick this up later.”

I watched him leave, my chest tightening with frustration. Typical. He was nice for a minute, but at the end of the day, basketball always came first.

The next day at school, I tried to brush it off. It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t like I expected Tyler to suddenly care about me or this project. But when I saw him in the cafeteria, sitting with his usual group of friends, laughing and carefree, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of something I didn’t want to admit—disappointment.

Later that afternoon, I texted him, asking when he wanted to meet again to finish the project.

His response was short: “After practice. Don’t worry, we’ll get it done.”

I rolled my eyes at my phone, the frustration building again.

By the time we met again later that evening, the air between us was tense. Tyler sat across from me, scrolling through his phone for what felt like the hundredth time. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Do you even care about this at all?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

He looked up, frowning. “What? I said I’ll help. Chill.”

“Chill?” I echoed, incredulous. “I’m doing all the work, Tyler. You’re barely paying attention. You couldn’t even come to the library without bringing a basketball game with you!”

He stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable, and then he put his phone down with a sigh. “Look, I know I’ve been a little distracted, but I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Physically, maybe,” I muttered under my breath, feeling a lump form in my throat. “You don’t even care about this project.”

“I never said that,” Tyler countered, his tone softer now, but still defensive. 

“Didn’t have to,” I retorted. 

“I’m just not used to spending my Saturdays doing research. I’m trying, okay?” 

I looked at him, feeling a mix of frustration and something else—something I couldn’t quite put into words. “I just… I don’t get why you’re even bothering.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, quietly, he replied, “Because it’s not just about the project.”

His words hung in the air between us, and I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant. But before I could ask, he looked away, his walls going back up.

“Let’s just finish this,” he said, picking up his pen, his voice flat again.

The following Monday, school felt a little different. I didn’t think much of it at first—just the usual pre-test tension in the air, people chatting in clusters about how they were not ready for another round of finals. But then, at lunch, something unexpected happened.

I was sitting at my usual spot, tucked away in a quiet corner of the cafeteria, when I saw Tyler walking toward me. At first, I thought he was just passing by. Maybe heading to the table full of his friends, where the laughter was always loudest. But instead, he stopped right in front of me.

“Hey,” he said, looking down at me with that same casual coolness he always had, but there was something softer in his expression this time.

I blinked, taken off guard. “Hey...”

“You mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing toward the empty seat across from me.

Was he serious? I nodded, still a little stunned. “Sure, go ahead.”

He slid into the seat, ignoring the whispers and glances from the nearby tables. I couldn’t help but feel like I was suddenly the center of attention, and it made my skin prickle with nerves.

“We still need to finish up the last part of the project,” he said, taking a bite of his sandwich, like it was the most normal thing in the world to sit with me in front of everyone. “I was thinking we could meet up again tomorrow after school.”

I nodded slowly, my mind still racing. “Uh, yeah, that works for me.”

From the corner of my eye, I noticed his friends watching us. One of them—Ryan, I think—called out from across the cafeteria. “Yo, Ty! You ditching us for the nerd table now?”

My heart sank, and I glanced down at my tray, suddenly feeling like the whole cafeteria was staring. But Tyler didn’t flinch. He just rolled his eyes and called back, “Shut up, man. We’re just working on a project.”

His friends snickered, but he ignored them, turning back to me like nothing had happened. The knot in my stomach loosened a little, but there was still a lingering awkwardness that I couldn’t shake.

“So,” he continued, completely unfazed, “about the oral presentation part. Are you good with that?”

I bit my lip, hesitating. The truth was, no, I wasn’t comfortable at all. The idea of standing up in front of the entire class and speaking made my stomach churn. But before I could answer, Tyler seemed to read my mind.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” he asked quietly, his voice softer now.

I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I’m not good at talking in front of people. I… I don’t think I can do it.”

Tyler frowned slightly, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t worry about it. I can handle most of it, okay? You just back me up. We’ll make it look like it was all you.”

I looked at him, wide-eyed. “What? No, I can’t let you do all the work—”

“You’re not,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “You did all the research. I’ll just talk. It’s not a big deal for me.”

“But—”

“Hey,” he cut me off again, his voice firm but kind. “Seriously. I’ve got you.”

There was something about the way he said it, like it was the simplest thing in the world, that made my anxiety ease just a little. I nodded, grateful but still unsure how I’d repay him for this.

The day of the presentation arrived, and my heart was pounding in my chest as we stood in front of the class. Tyler looked calm, like he always did, and as he started speaking, it was like all eyes were on him. He was natural at this—confident, charismatic. But every so often, he’d glance at me, as if to check in, like he was reminding me that he had my back.

When it was my turn to talk, Tyler gave me a small, reassuring nod, and I somehow found my voice. I stumbled through my part, my hands shaking slightly, but Tyler was right there, smoothly picking up where I left off. It was like he knew exactly when I needed him to step in.

By the time we finished, Mrs. Davis was beaming. “Great job, both of you. It was clear you worked really well together.”

Tyler grinned and, without missing a beat, said, “Y/N did most of the work. I'm just lucky I got paired with her.”

I blinked, startled. The class turned to look at me, but this time, I didn’t feel quite as anxious. It was strange—he didn’t have to say that. He could’ve taken all the credit, and no one would’ve questioned it. But he didn’t.

After class, I was putting my books in my locker when I heard footsteps approaching. I glanced up, expecting to see someone else, but there was Tyler, leaning casually against the locker next to mine.

“You did great today,” he said, his voice low, a hint of that same smile playing at his lips.

I shook my head, smiling nervously. “You basically carried the whole thing.”

He shrugged. “Nah. You were solid. Told you I had you, didn’t I?”

I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. I was still trying to wrap my head around this whole new dynamic between us when he suddenly spoke again.

“Hey, I’ve got a game this Friday,” Tyler said, his voice quieter now, almost shy. “You should come.”

I looked at him, surprised. “I… I don’t usually go to games.”

“Then change it up,” he said with a small smirk. “Come see me play. And, uh, maybe after, we could... hang out?”

I blinked, trying to process what he was saying. “You want me to come to your game?”

He nodded, a little more nervous than I’d ever seen him. “Yeah. I mean, it’s our last one of the season. Kind of a big deal.”

I hesitated, but the hopeful look in his eyes made me nod before I could talk myself out of it. “Okay. I’ll be there.”

Tyler’s smile grew, and for the first time, I felt like I wasn’t just another background character in his world. Maybe, just maybe, I was someone he actually saw.

The rest of the week passed in a blur of nerves and anticipation. Every time I thought about going to Tyler’s game on Friday, my stomach flipped in a way I couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t just the idea of sitting in the bleachers, surrounded by his friends, cheering for someone like him—someone who lived in a completely different world from me. It was the fact that he had asked me to be there. Tyler Joseph wanted me—me—to come watch him play.

By the time Friday night arrived, I was a bundle of nerves. I hadn’t told anyone I was going, not even my few close friends. It felt too personal, like this moment between Tyler and me was something that belonged to us alone.

When I got to the gym, the place was packed, like it always was for the final game of the season. The bleachers were buzzing with excitement, filled with the usual crowd of students, teachers, and parents. I felt out of place as I made my way toward the back, finding a seat high enough that I could fade into the background, but still close enough that I could see the court clearly.

The game started, and from the moment Tyler stepped onto the floor, the crowd erupted into cheers. I watched as he moved across the court with the same ease and confidence he always seemed to carry with him. He was in his element here—fast, precise, like he was made to play basketball.

And yet, every time I saw him glance up into the stands, I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was looking for me.

The game was intense. Both teams were neck and neck, the score climbing higher with every passing minute. But in the final quarter, our team pulled ahead. The crowd roared, and Tyler was at the center of it all, leading his team with that same quiet determination I’d seen when we worked together in the library.

When the final buzzer sounded, signaling their victory, the gym exploded with cheers. Students poured onto the court, celebrating the team’s win, and I watched from my seat, feeling strangely proud. I hadn’t been a part of this world, but I could see how much it meant to everyone. And to him.

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do now. Should I leave? Wait for him? The thought of pushing through the crowd to find him felt daunting, but before I could make up my mind, the loudspeakers crackled, and suddenly, a familiar beat started playing.

My heart stopped.

It was my song.

I blinked in disbelief as the opening chords of ‘Every Breath You Take’ filled the gym. I glanced around, but no one seemed as shocked as I was. In fact, people were smiling, pointing toward the center of the court, where Tyler stood, holding up a giant sign.

Prom?

My breath caught in my throat. Was this really happening?

The crowd around him parted, and Tyler looked up into the stands, directly at me. His grin was wide, confident, but there was something in his eyes that looked almost… nervous.

I was frozen in place, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear the music. Tyler was still standing there, waiting, holding that sign like it was the most natural thing in the world. The crowd started chanting, “Say yes! Say yes!” and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.

Without thinking, I stood up, my legs shaking as I slowly made my way down the bleachers. The gym seemed impossibly loud, but all I could focus on was Tyler, standing there in the middle of the court, waiting for me.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, the crowd parted to let me through. Tyler lowered the sign slightly, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You came,” he said, his voice just loud enough for me to hear over the noise of the gym.

I nodded, still in shock. “Of course I did.”

He grinned, stepping closer. “So… what do you think? Want to go to prom with me?”

For a moment, I could hardly speak. I was standing here, in front of the entire school, with Tyler Joseph—someone I’d admired from afar for so long—asking me to prom in a way that was so much bigger than I’d ever imagined. And yet, all I could focus on was the way he was looking at me, like none of the other people here mattered.

I smiled, my heart swelling with a mix of disbelief and happiness. “Yes. Of course.”

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Tyler’s grin widened. Without missing a beat, he dropped the sign and pulled me into a hug, lifting me off the ground for a brief second as the gym filled with applause. My heart raced, not from the noise or the attention, but from the fact that Tyler was holding me like we were the only two people in the room.

When he set me back down, I could barely breathe, my face still flushed from the unexpected whirlwind of emotions. Tyler leaned in closer, his voice low, meant only for me.

“I was worried you might say no,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly shy.

I laughed, still trying to wrap my head around everything. “Why would I say no?”

He smiled again, that familiar confidence returning. “I don’t know. Maybe because I’m not always the easiest person to be around.”

“You’re not,” I teased lightly, remembering the way he acted around his friends, how distant and uninterested he seemed at first. “But you’re not as bad as you think.”

Tyler chuckled, his eyes softening. “I’m glad you think so.” He glanced around the gym, where people were still cheering and clapping. “Sorry for, uh, making this a huge thing. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.”

I shook my head. “No, it was perfect. Really.”

“Good.” He smiled again, but this time, it felt more genuine, more real. “So, prom. You in?”

I nodded, feeling the butterflies in my stomach fluttering again. “I’m in.”

Tyler grinned, looking relieved. “Awesome. And, hey, maybe before prom, we can hang out more? Just us. You know, without the whole school watching.”

I smiled, feeling my nerves settle. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

The crowd around us began to dissipate, but Tyler stayed close, his hand brushing against mine as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go of this moment. And neither was I.

As the music faded and the gym started to clear out, I realized something. This wasn’t just some fantasy anymore. Tyler wasn’t the untouchable basketball star I’d always imagined him to be. He was real, and he’d seen me in a way I hadn’t expected.

And for the first time, I didn’t feel like I was in the background anymore. I was part of his world now.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[distracted-milkshake]

I know I haven't been online to some of you in some months, but I cannot possibly stress how important this is. 

A woman named Bisan, a journalist in Gaza, was in the last hospital standing in what's left of the Gaza Strip. They are being carpet bombed, bombing every inch, destroying everything. 

This isn't a joke or a movie or some hoax, this is really happening. 

She is in tears and can hardly get the words out as the sounds of bombs and guns drown her out. The people there are injured, trapped, and have nowhere to go. 

The week the 21st-28th of January, 2024, STRIKE. 

This is unforgivable and inexcusable. 

In any way you are able, don't shop, donate, march or protest, spread the stories of those trapped and have been killed, and tell people why you're striking. Even if your busy or it's hard, it's nothing compared to what's happening in Palestine. 

Don't think it's useless. 

No national news will cover this. 

You are the last resort these people have. 

This applies to everyone reading this everywhere in the world. These people are not terrorists. 

Even terrorists don't deserve this, and it would be illegal. 

Reblog and repost this to as many people as you can. Share, screenshot, email, and speak out. Don't be the generation that watched a genocide happen and did nothing. 

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[soupiiiie]

its all "pink haired tyler this" "pink hair tyler that"

but never blonde hair tyler

: :

currently purring for this man.

[fairlylocalkatiee]

This pic is FOULLLLLLL 🤰

[sm1ther33ns]

Lucky Day [Josh Dun x Reader]

Title; Lucky Day Pairing; Josh Dun x AFAB!Reader Rating: Explicit CW; Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs

summary; You win a random raffle for a VIP Meet and Greet with Twenty One Pilots during the Clancy World Tour. But when you're left alone in a green room with Josh Dun while Tyler fixes something with the sound check, well, your luck just keeps getting better.

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You didn’t even know that the competition was going on.

You were never one to pay too much attention to social media, especially when it came to trying to hide spoilers of your favorite band’s upcoming tour. The Clancy Tour was supposed to be an amazing show, from your online friend’s spoiler-free descriptions of events. Pyrotechnics and the boys moving all around the entire arena, making sure that every person in every seat had something fun to look forward to. It was really sweet, you thought, how far they were going for this tour. It was a big one, after all, so why wouldn’t they? Your heartbeat was racing in line as you bounced on your feet, seeing each of the security guards offering out numbered bracelets to each person with smiles.

“Here you go,” One said when she finally reached you, “Looks like you’re 121.”

You were a little disappointed not to get double digits for your first show, but you didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth as you grinned and thanked her. She flashed something of a knowing smile for only a second before moving on to the others behind you. You slipped the band around your wrist and wiggled it into place, looking around curiously to check if anyone else was leaving for food or rest so that you could sneak alongside them. The last thing you wanted was all of these people seeing you scurry away. The thought of all of those eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

“Hey, what’s your number?”

It was a different security guard this time, talking to the small chunk of you that had just received bands. The people around you rattled off their numbers as they gazed at their wrists. The security man's eyes settled on you. Your gaze flashed to your band and you repeated 121 to him. The man nodded and pointed at you, reaching out his hand with a quick, “Come with me, please.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you felt your head spin with shock. Did you do something wrong? Had you cut someone by mistake? You looked around at the others in line, all equally as confused as you were. With a shaky nod, you shimmied your way from the line and followed behind the security guard while trying to ignore the wetness of your palms growing ever intense. Panic rattled your head, loud and obtrusive in its indignancy.

You’re going to get kicked out of the show. Someone framed you for a crime. You were complained about and now they had to sort it out and-.

“Here.”

You blinked in surprise, returning to reality as you looked down at the thin, cleanly cut orange wristband with the words ‘VIP WINNER’ across the plastic in white, blocky font. The Clancy logo rested next to it, also in white, a clear indication of its finality alongside it stamped with the Fueled By Ramen trademark at the very edge. It was a legit thing. Your brows furrowed as you took it in your hand, looking back up to the small group of venue organizers and security you had just realized you were brought to.

“O-Oh um. What is this for?” You wondered, holding it up dumbly.

“We decided for a few of these shows to do a little raffle,” One of the venue managers, possibly a Twenty One Pilots crew member, explained, “They’re pretty hush, but we’ve been choosing one or two people at random in the GA line for a small meet and greet with the band. If you aren’t interested in it, we can take it back and redraw a number. Otherwise, if you want to, just talk with venue security at 3:00. Make sure it’s no later than 3:30, though, or we’ll revoke access.”

Meet and Greet. VIP. The words spun in your head as your smile spread on your lips and you nodded. Your legs were shaking and your body was vibrating with excitement. Anticipation. You had won something like that? You must have used up all of your luck for the year, surely, but somehow you were okay with that. Okay because you could come back at three and meet them. You could meet Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph.

And Josh Dun. You had said that already, though.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Tyler, of course. His lyrics hit you where it hurt and his intensity was something you admired greatly. Josh, though…

You thought of pictures of him. His squinty smile as he stuck his broad tongue out to cameras for photographs. His messy hair, now under-dyed red against his strong jaw. His entire body practically rippled every time he hit his drum set in videos, sending beads of sweat flying off of his forehead as he kept beat. The same sweat that made him shine under stage lights and…

“Any questions?”

“N-No. No, thank you. I’ll just be back at 3 then?”

“Yep, that’s all there is to it.”

You guarded your wristband with a thank you and hurried off, shoving it in your pocket and keeping your hand on it as you weaved around people. You tried to ignore the paranoia that all of their eyes were on you. That they had known what you were receiving.

Luckily you made it home in one piece, with enough time to throw yourself into your bathroom for a half-hour shower. You rubbed your hair and body with your favorite scented shampoo and body wash, lathering yourself up to drown in your signature smell. You brushed your teeth at least three times, flossing and throwing back some mouthwash for an extra kick of minty freshness. You bit your lips and watched your face carefully, brows furrowed as you attempted to decide if makeup was a good idea or not. You decided to just wear Chapstick. You’d sweat off all of the makeup in the pit at the end of the night anyway, you forgot to buy setting spray.

The outfit was what took the longest. You swore you felt like you were spending hours debating between two pairs of pants and a mini-skirt when your phone chimed with a reminder you had set up earlier. 2:00. You had an hour to dress and book it to the venue. With a huff and a quick ‘fuck it’ you decided to go with what you knew would be the most practical in a tightly packed pit. Pants with a couple extra pockets, hanging low on your hips as you threw over a Clancy shirt you had chopped up into something of a cropped tank top for the hot weather of your city.

You made it to the venue a little early after. The ten-minute wait until exactly 3:00 was killing you. When the digits of your phone finally switched, however, you mumbled a polite ‘excuse me’ to those in line before reaching the front. The security guard looked at you, a different one from earlier. You cleared your throat and pulled out your wristband from your pocket, relieved you hadn’t forgotten to trade it from your previous pants.

His eyes lit up in understanding and he opened the door to the venue for you. You heard just a few mumbles behind you but chose to ignore them as you entered the space. Air conditioning hit you immediately, making you sigh in appreciation as your wristband was wrapped around your right hand and your ticket for the actual show was scanned. “The doors open at 6:15 and the band has a final sound check at 5, just for some finishing touches. Just wait here while we get you your escort.”

You nodded, mind buzzing as you stood awkwardly beyond the entryway of the space. Your eyes caught those outside through the glass doors, watching you with frowns of curiosity. Blushing and awkward, you shuffled away from the doorway and down the hall a little further towards the venue’s stage. You bit your lip and bounced on your heels as you watched a familiar-looking man hurry towards you with a grin on his lips and a clipboard between his hands. He looked tired.

“Hi! I’m Mark,” He greeted with a nod at you, “You’re the VIP Winner, right?”

“O-Oh! Yeah, yeah that’s me, I’m Y/N” You laughed nervously, “I’m still in shock from that, honesty. I didn’t think I’d get so lucky.”

“Everyone’s day comes.” Mark laughed with you as he tilted his head, “Well then, Y/N, let's head over. The basic gist of it is that you can come backstage and I’ll introduce you to Tyler and Josh. We have a bit of a little lunch set up in the back, not much just sandwiches, but you can have some if you’d like. Any food allergies?”

“Oh, no, thanks for asking though.”

“All good. I’ll have to have you leave around the final sound check since they’ll need to warm up after.”

“That’s so fine,” You agreed with a nod. You’d still get, what, a couple of hours alone with the both of them? Your mind was on fire and you hoped it wasn’t also on your cheeks as you scurried behind Mark, quickening your legs a bit in order to keep up with him. He must be built for walking fast at this point in his life.

The walk was around the main entrance to the stage and into the backrooms. Security smiled at Mark and greeted him as they let you both through. You tried to stick close, terrified of getting separated, until you came to the open space of a shared break room. Security guards and stage crew were all chatting, munching on sandwiches, and sipping water with grins on their faces. No music played, the room was only filled with talk. You admired the space as Mark pointed it to you, explaining it was where the food was and you were welcome to it. You were shown the bathroom, given a small peak of the stage being used, and then brought all the way backstage until you saw a single piece of printer paper taped to the front of a door.

TWENTY-ONE PILOTS: TALENT

Your heart was a roar in your ears, a crashing wave as you wiped your hands on your pants awkwardly. Mark knocked on the door a few times, calling out after, “Tyler, Josh, you guys decent? I brought the VIP for the Meet and Greet!”

A voice called after a beat of a pause, “Bring ‘em in Markie.”

With a roll of his eyes, Mark opened up the door and gestured for you to go in first. You almost couldn’t move, but you somehow willed your legs into the space regardless.

It was a medium-sized room, with a long countertop that doubled as a sunken vanity in front of a mirror. The other side was decorated with pictures of other performers who had been in the room, their signatures signed on each of them. A couch was tucked under the photographs, and that was where Tyler was sitting with his legs crossed as he peered down at his phone. Josh was standing, however, with a bottle of water in his hand as he pulled at the center of his tank top to allow air to flow between the fabric.

Josh looked up at you first and you swore you were going to melt right there. He smiled as your eyes met, nervous but welcoming as he approached you and Mark with an eager wave of his hand. You swore he’d be wagging his tail if he had one. It made your shoulders relaxed as you smiled back at him, extending your hand as he did his. Your palms touched and you were almost relieved to find that his were literally just as sweaty as yours. You both seemed to tense at it, but your smiles helped you both to come to an understanding that nothing had to be said about it.

Tyler appeared second, his hand in yours for only a moment as he balanced his phone in his other with a polite smile at you as well. “It’s nice to meet you,” Tyler’s voice was kind but shy as he nodded.

“You too,” You laughed in disbelief, “It’s amazing to be able to be here and see you guys. Your music’s done a lot for me, it really has. I’m sure you hear it all the time, but, seriously. I’m excited to see you live tonight.”

“Have you seen any shows before?” Josh questioned. You shook your head ‘no’.

“First time.” You laughed, “It was my Lucky Day to get this too, I suppose.”

“Maybe it was fate.” Josh laughed, and you looked up at him in surprise. His cheeks were rosy as he watched you. His eyes, for a moment, seemed to linger down at the exposed space of your stomach as your crop top rode up before snapping back to your face as you turned to him. The thought made you blush, embarrassed. Did he think your shirt was weird? Was he uncomfortable with your stomach? You tugged at the edges of your shirt slightly, hoping he didn’t notice as you nodded politely.

Mark left the three of you alone, promising to come back when the time was up and for both boys to text him if something came up. Security was right outside the door, giving them time and the boys a safety net in case anything happened. You never would, naturally, but you could imagine how this would have gone if someone with more sinister intentions had gotten in. It seemed to be part of being famous.

Luckily, the three of you grew more comfortable as time went on. Josh led the conversations mostly, asking you about your life and how you found the band. As you talked you relaxed, and that seemed to make Tyler become more open as well. He seemed to be harder to open up than Josh, who was practically holding onto your words and engaging them with questions and small jokes. The jokes bubbled laughter from both of your lips as he did, his phrases sweet but funny as you smiled at him.

It began to grow clear that you and Josh had similar interests. You had expressed your want to learn drums but never had the time with your life. You feared failure and the concept of having to keep so many beats at once with a set overwhelmed you. Josh, eager to prove that it was not hard at all, pulled you to the couch with him so he could teach you basic counting by slapping the coffee table in front of you. You followed his movements and, soon, the both of you were drumming on the wood in sync. The beat wasn’t bad, surely a song you had known from their setlist, as Josh played it with professional ease.

“You’re not bad at all!” Josh complimented as he looked at you from his side, “Maybe you should play a show.”

“Oh god no,” You snorted as you shook your head at him, “In front of that many people? You’re way braver than I am for that, you know?”

“The energy is worth it,” Josh smiled, all teeth, as he looked at you, “But the fire on stage does make it hot.”

‘Yeah you are’ you thought, but bit your lip to prevent the words from falling out on accident.

“Damnit,” Tyler’s voice snapped the both of you out of your conversation. Looking up, you saw the singer running a hand through his hair with a loud groan and a shake of his head. When he looked at you, his face was both anxious and apologetic as he bit his lip.

“The sound mixer is messing up and practically skipping three songs in the setlist,” Tyler complained, frustrated, “I need to go up there and check what they are so I can transfer them from my phone. I’m so sorry, Y/N, it’ll just be a bit. Josh, are you alright here with them?”

“Oh! Yeah, for sure,” Josh nodded, “Go ahead, man, just let me know if you need me out there.”

“I’ll be fine,” Tyler shook his head with a smile, “Just make sure Y/N gets a good lucky day!”

With that he shut the door, leaving you and Josh alone in the green room. Without another to talk with, it felt more…intimate. He felt so close, suddenly, next to you on that couch. Your knees were touching, his skin against yours in his cargo shorts as he kept his hands on the table along with you.

You tried to peek at him from the corner of your eyes. His hair curled around his jawline, fluffy with soft red edges around his neck. Some of his skin was colored too, from where the dye had gotten into his skin and remained there until a few more washes. It must have just been done for the show. You looked down further at his nose, so crooked and long. Lips that bent as he smiled, perfect teeth that you couldn’t help but guess the feeling of on your skin and-.

“Do I have something on my face?”

“No! No no no, sorry!” You flushed red, rubbing the back of your neck, “I didn’t think I was staring for that long is all, my bad.”

“What, at me?” Josh blushed in surprise.

You remained silent, looking away from his gaze by putting your face in your hands and trying not to scream in complete embarrassment. You felt tears reach your eyes, unable to help yourself, as your mind raced through the current situation. You hadn’t hidden your crush well enough. You had looked too long. If you explained yourself he’d call you a creep and call security to escort you out without even being able to say bye to Tyler and to thank Mark. Your words stuck in your throat as you inhaled shakily.

“Woah! Hey, hey, hey.”

Arms were around you, dragging you into a firm side as Josh rubbed his palm along your back. You tensed but allowed his touch to soothe you slightly as he pressed in and out according to your breathing. An effort to not make you hyperventilate. It was welcome as you tried to hold your tears back in and pull your hands from your face, sniffling and coughing as you fought away the attack with his help.

“I’m. Ok. I’m sorry.” You were quiet, afraid of your own voice as you nodded, “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Josh smiled as he pulled his arms from around you, “I know that feeling. Pressure usually helps.”

“…Do you feel scared before you go on stage all the time?” You wondered, genuinely curious as you leaned back on the couch with an exhausted sigh.

Josh thought for a moment.

“I used to be, I think,” He leaned back with you too, “But now, with Tyler and how far we’ve come…It’s just easier to realize that, well, we’re kind of good at what we do. We love the feeling of the crowd. When I hear so many people from so many different angles I do feel nervous, yeah, but…also excited?”

You stared at him as he watched you back, and he licked his lips with a nervous laugh, “Sorry, I have a hard time wording things. It’s why I don’t talk in interviews that much. Tyler knows everything.”

“No! No, it was really helpful, honestly.” You reached out to give him a reassuring squeeze on his knee, just like he did to your shoulders when you panicked, “Thank you, really. Even if Tyler is busy, I’m honored.”

“Even if it’s just me?” Josh grinned playfully, but the words kind of hurt your heart. Did he think of himself as ‘just him’ often? You knew people online loved Tyler. They loved his lyrics and his energy. Many people loved Josh, too but somehow he still thought that?

“Because it’s you,” You emphasized with the most serious expression you could manage against your nerves, “Don’t tell Tyler, but I’ve always been in your lane more.”

He looked surprised, “Really?”

“Of course! Seeing you go out there and do your best despite your anxiety is amazing. Even from the bits you’ve been singing this tour, everyone is so proud of you. I am too. You’re just…Just so.”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from moving downwards just a bit. From his eyes to his lips and then to his chest, which was straining against the fabric of his tank top currently. You tried to swiftly pull them away before you could get caught as you swallowed thickly, “So amazing, is all.”

His cheeks glowed a rosy hue after a few moments, brown eyes wide and all but sparkling under the green room light. He looked so beautiful like this. You couldn’t believe you were in the room with him while he gazed at you with such surprise. You stared at his face, determined to remember every line and imperfection you possibly could. Your hand didn’t move from his knee, squeezing appreciatively as you bit your lip. Once you were sure he noticed you staring for too long, though, you moved your hand from him.

You weren’t expecting his hand to jut out and catch your wrist with a soft ‘wait’ leaving his lips. Freezing up, you stared at him in surprise. He seemed to have surprised himself, too, based on his look. The recovery was quick, though, because Josh cleared his throat and murmured something almost anxiously, “I-I-um. Do you…”

“Do I…?” You furrowed your brow.

“Are you single?” He asked, allowing the words to tumble out before he could second guess them. You blinked once. Twice. You weren’t sure you heard him right.

“Huh?”

“I said um. Uh. Single. Are you?” He seemed to have trouble repeating his phrase. This was likely as embarrassing for him as it was for you and your cheeks felt like they were going to burn your face. Flames licked up to your ears and on the back of your neck as you sat up a little straighter and tried to find the words you were looking for. Anything that could help in this situation as you felt his hand tighten around your wrist hopefully. It sent sparks that led straight to your core as you shook your head.

“I’m uh. Single and ready to mingle.” You laughed at your bad joke, but it was okay because so did he.

“Are you asking…me…out?” You worried you’d be too forward with the assumption. Relief overtook you when he nodded his head in confirmation. You laughed in awe, breathy before nodding in agreement.

“To be fair,” Josh swallowed, as if holding something back, “I’d do…a lot more than just ask you out right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can I show you?”

“Uh,” You blushed, “Sure.”

Then he was leaning forward. Then his lips pressed to yours, tender and testing. You felt your shoulders tense as he held your hand rather than your wrist now, entwining your fingers hesitantly as he did so. You took a moment to register just what was happening before deciding this was just part of the luck you had stumbled upon. Closing your eyes, you let yourself lean into the kiss in an attempt to return it with just as much care as he was offering you.

He smiled against your mouth, happy to have you interacting with him, and then deepened his kiss. He made soft little noises in the back of his throat as he tongued at your lips, parting them to taste the back of your teeth with one long, broad sweep. God, his tongue was so broad. So much different and so, so much more filling in your smaller mouth than you thought possible. You moaned, unable to hold it back as your head spun around the room. Josh’s shoulders tensed and he inhaled sharply through his nose as he registered the sound.

When the both of you pulled away, Josh shuddered. He cast his eye swiftly to the doorway and bit his lip. You followed his gaze carefully, watching as he stood up and hopped over to the entrance. With careful, very slow movements, he did his best to lock the door without alerting the security guards on the other side. He gave you another look, a final wonder of confirmation. Did you want this? Was this okay?

You steeled your courage. This would be your one chance. Sitting up to face him a little more, you leaned back on the couch to shyly spread your legs while biting at your lip. You tried to invite him in with your body language. With the smile on your lips as you dug your fingers into the couch with a shaky sigh. That seemed to do it, at least, because you watched Josh’s eyes grow darker with hunger as he licked his lips without giving it much thought.

He covered the distance in just a few striders, impressive and eager. His lips were on you again as he grabbed your hips, maneuvering the both of you so that you were lying down on the couch and he was hovering over you. The position was a little awkward, given the size of the couch in comparison to the spread of Josh’s legs, but Josh could still kiss you. He could still reach out with one hand and run it along your skin, feeling up the bare expanse that your crop top showed off to him. He moaned as he gave your softer side a squeeze.

His hand covered so much of your body. His grip was calloused in comparison to your softer skin. His fists held the sides of your fat firmly, running fingers over the edges and admiring the softness of your body as he let them wander further up. His tongue pried your mouth open again, unabashed now in the way he was licking and searching. You were helpless to do anything but arch into his touches and offer little moans of appreciation for the things he did well.

He listened to you as his hand touched your chest, feeling the material of your underwear beneath his fingers and moaning into your mouth. When he pulled away, his mouth was wet with drool and desperation. His eyes searched yours, thrilled and needy, and you whimpered at the sight. You reached out, finally letting yourself touch him.

Your hands cupped his cheeks, feeling along his jawline. It tensed a little, but relaxed as you stroked under his chin, hand going around his neck to feel his Adam’s apple bob eagerly. Your fingers lowered further to the edge of his tank top, tracing his collarbone before feeling at the material of it curiously. Without a second to spare, Josh sat up and pulled the shirt over his head. Your breath hitched as you realized the sight that was offered before you, and you swore you got even more wet.

“Holy shit.” You spoke, unable to control the words as Josh laughed breathily. You sat up, inching your own crop top off of your body and throwing it alongside his shirt on the floor. Josh wasted no time in taking both of your breasts into his hand, giving them a firm squeeze. When he was satisfied, he rolled the flesh in his hands, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra. You gasped and whined, arching into the feeling until he got the hint and reached behind you.

There was a moment of Josh fumbling with your bra strap, biting his lips and concentration. You giggled and put a hand on his chest, asking him quietly to sit up a bit more. He complied, releasing you in favor of letting you sit up enough to undo your bra, letting it slide down to the floor with your shirt. You blushed as Josh stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth parted to reveal the pink tip of his tongue sticking out. His chest rose and fell, and your own greedy hands couldn’t be stopped.

Your palm rested on one of his pecs, inhaling as you felt the firmness of it. Josh shuddered under your touch, his voice a soft moan of appreciation as you massaged the flesh, letting your fingers brush along his nipple. He shivered at that, so you did the same to the other and now he whimpered. You smiled, delighted at your findings, before letting your hand drop further down, reveling in the way his abdomen rippled under you. He was solid, just like you had imagined. All hard edges and muscles in the best of ways. You let your hands stop right at the edge of his cargo shorts and your eyes focused on the growing tent that rested between his legs in awe.

“Um,” Josh whispered, trying to keep his breathing even as you touched him, “How far do you want to go?”

You hadn’t thought about that, really. Briefly, you considered the situation, looking at the door and then at the man over you. You bit your lip, considering the time. Considering that Tyler might come back. It hurt because, well, you wanted all of him inside of you. You wanted every inch of that man right there and then. Still, he was a guy you had just met, regardless of how many times you’ve seen his abs on your phone. This was still a public place, and you didn’t want to ruin the day of a staff member for having to clean things off of a couch that wasn’t really necessary.

“Um. It’s a little public,” You admitted with a flush, “But…I’d like to um. We could use our mouths for now?”

His cheeks pinkened again, and he nodded with another lick of his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah. Plenty of time, right?” He laughed as if trying to convince himself.

You smiled at him reassuringly, reaching out to touch his cheek again with your hand. He leaned into it, you weren’t sure if it was subconscious or not, though.

“Yeah.” You reassured him gently, “Maybe after the first date.”

This seemed to perk him up. At least enough so that he grabbed the hem of your own loose pants and began to slide them down slowly from your hips. You allowed him to remove them until they were down to your ankles, your shoes preventing any further removal. There was plenty of room to spread your legs, though, especially as Josh moved himself just enough to go for his own buckles. He pulled his pants open, lowering them along with his boxers. This was it, you realized as your mouth pooled with drool, this was definitely your lucky day.

His cock was hard, springing free and slapping against his firm stomach. You had always imagined it on the larger side, but holy shit was it different to see it up close. As it throbbed it leaked, precum beading fervently at the tip. A strand of it dripped from the head, leaking down in a long, thin strand onto his pants below. You moaned despite yourself, hungry for the sight before you.

With both of you pantless, it was Josh who made the first move. His hands grabbed your hips and spread you apart, maneuvering your body until you sat normally on the couch with himself on his knees in front of you. The coffee table had been shoved a few inches back to give him room, but his big hands on either side of your thighs made goosebumps erupt on your shoulders.

He pulled you so close to his face that his nose bumped your soft clit, making you whimper. Your core clenched around nothing as his warm breath hit you, ghosting over your folds. He chuckled, amused by your sensitivity as you moved one hand to wrap itself in his curly hair. Giving you one last smile, Josh dove forward without any other warning. His broad tongue licked a solid stripe up the expanse of your lips, dipping down inside just at the top and flicking his clit with his tongue.

You threw your head back into the soft couch, sinking back into it as you whimpered and cried out at his ministrations. He tested things first, giving you long licks and then short thrusts to see which ones pulled the best sounds from you. He focused on the way your hand twisted in his hair or the way your hips tried to buck against his strong grip. Eventually, his tongue found a rhythm of things that made you keen under his touch. He alternated between thrusting his tongue languidly inside of you before licking up to your clit and sucking gently. The pressure applied by his lips was heaven, and you cried out his name in shock as he scraped his pearly teeth against your sensitive bud. Your hips bucked hard, your hand tightening in his hair as you gasped out his name. You slapped your hand over your mouth immediately, gaze shooting towards the door in panic.

Josh grinned, pleased with the reaction, before continuing on. This time, however, he let one of your hips go. You were a mess by the time he pushed his middle finger inside of your dripping entrance, his tongue lavishing your clit with attention as he curled the finger inside of you. Your legs tensed, toes curling in your shoes as you arched yourself up and pulled his head closer to your entrance on instinct.

“J-Josh!” You felt so honored as you moaned his name. You worshiped its syllables on your tongue. You couldn’t believe that you were able to say it. You felt him add a second finger now, pumping them both in an earnest rhythm as he sucked on your clit once more, drool spilling from his mouth and down against his fingers, where he used it as more lube to move faster inside of you. You babbled at him around your hand as you covered your mouth, hips rolling on his face. He took your face-fucking like a champ, allowing you to hump at his lips like an animal. His nose bumped your clit as he shifted his tongue down to join his fingers, closing his eyes and moaning into you as he did so.

It was all it took. You barely warned him as you cried out, your stomach clenching and your release coating his chin as you came. Your legs shook at either side of his head, your hand clenching down hard on his hair before releasing it with a quiet whimper. He ate you out through your orgasm, tongue licking up whatever cum he could reach and swallowing it down. When he pulled his mouth away from you, his lips were red and his mouth dribbled with drool and your juices. He smiled wide at you as you looked up at him, dazed and awed by his ability.

“That was…wow.” You gasped, dazed. Josh nuzzled into your neck in response, kissing it. You felt the wetness of your cum stick to your skin, unpleasant but nothing you cared about as you bumped your nose into the side of his head and sighed with a smile, “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” He murmured back, “You sounded hot.”

You blushed, swallowing as you pulled away from him. The hardness of his own cock was not unknown to you. You looked down between his legs, seeing it even more flushed than it was earlier. He must have been desperate, and you couldn’t help but pity him as you looked up into his eyes. With a reddening face, you leaned forward and wrapped your hand carefully around his cock. Josh gasped at the touch, and it devolved into a moan.

It throbbed the second you put your fingers around it. His cock was so thick you almost couldn’t get your fingertips around the whole thing. The thought of it stretching you out one day made your core throb and your mouth water. You looked up at him through wet lashes, waiting for his permission as you gave it one slow stroke, memorizing the texture of its velvety skin against your palm. Josh threw his head back and sighed, appreciative of the touch, before looking back with concern.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re too tired.” He offered gently.

“Get on the couch, please.” You whispered in reply, eyes pleading and full of lust.

You didn’t have to tell Josh again. Soon you were on your knees in front of him as he spread his legs out, cock hanging between them as he looked down at you from his seat in awe. You bit your lip as you came face to face with his cock. The scent was musky and hot. As you touched the tip of it curiously, the tacky precum followed your finger. It created a single web of wetness that stretched from his dick to your finger, making you inhale sharply. A hand reached into your hair, grabbing at your skull and waiting patiently for you to continue. “We don’t have a lot of time left, I think,” Josh warned with a murmur, “But I’m not sure I’ll last long, either.”

You nodded, willing to say anything as long as it mean you could suck him off. Leaning forward, you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and squeezed. It earned you a breathy, wonderful groan that tugged you just a little forward, hand tightening. You heard Josh inhale as you parted your lips to take in the head of his cock, tongue laving over the tip and dipping into the slit to taste the precum leaking. The action made him throb under you, his hips canting but still doing their best to be mindful of you. It was sweet, and you couldn’t help but smile as you put the whole tip of his cock inside of your mouth and sucked.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Josh gasped in awe, watching you suckle at his cock through hazy lashes. You moved your hand up and down his shaft for a few seconds, simply getting yourself used to the velvety texture and scent of musk. A tug from his hand reminded you there was little time, however, so you took a breath. You hadn’t done this before, at least not on a real cock, so your nerves practically shook your legs as you lowered your head down just a bit further.

He wasn’t terribly long, an average at best, but god was he thick. His girth stretched your lips wide, making your jaw ache as you sucked around him. You weren’t able to keep the drool hidden between your lips, having no choice but to let it dribble down his cock. You tried to gather what you could, using it as lube to jack off what your mouth couldn’t fit down on.

You were rewarded with another curse. His hips didn’t control themselves now as he pushed them up, shoving his cock into your mouth needily. You choked a bit, surprised by the thrust, and he pulled away with wide eyes. A flush burned his cheeks as he let you cough and gasp, spit dribbling from your mouth as he rubbed at your head with one hand.

“I’m so sorry,” Josh apologized through lusty gasps, “It’s, um, been a bit, and - I just - fuck you feel so good.”

You blushed, “I…kind of liked it?”

Josh grinned at the admittance, “I can do it again.”

He sounded so eager it was almost as if he was thinking about it. So you nodded and took a breath to steady yourself. When you lowered your head back down and took his dick in your lips this time, you dragged yourself down as far as he had when he thrust up, pushing further still and ignoring the painful burn in your throat as your lungs ached. You breathed a few times through your nose as you swallowed around him.

Moans and babbles echoed over you as Josh’s hand grabbed your head and pushed down, his hips rolling up. You let him this time, holding his thighs with a grip so tight you were sure to leave little nail marks in them for the show. The thought excited you, and you moaned around his cock. This spurred him to push your head down further, rolling his hips into your mouth until your nose touched the happy trail of rough hairs at the base of his dick. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your mind went fuzzy. Nothing but Josh’s dick mattered anymore, and the moans he made were angelic. Even more than when he sang. You wanted to hear all of them. You wanted to make him feel good, he deserved it.

“Y/N. I-I’m gonna-” Josh tried to breathily warn you, his hand letting up just in case you wanted to pull off of him before he let go. You thought for only a moment, considering what an embarrassment it might be if Tyler saw the dried cum of his bandmate on the couch. Something in you didn’t want a single drop to go to waste. It redoubled your courage as you pulled back a bit to suckle on the tip, letting it slide in and out languidly against your tongue as your hand jacked off the rest of his cock.

It throbbed as he whined. When you licked the underside of his cock head and suckled the tip gently, he lost it. With his head thrown back and his back arched, Josh came with a low grumble. His seed filled your mouth as you drank it from the tip, letting your hand slow down as you milked him of his orgasm. When he slumped back, sweaty and breathy, you pulled off of him with a ‘pop’ and licked your lips, sure to gather any other drool that leaked from you back in. You looked up at Josh, unsure of what to expect.

He smiled down at you, reaching out to stroke your head gently this time with a laugh.

“That was…wow.” He repeated your same words, making you blush as you looked away from him.

The two of you followed up by putting your pants back on and wiping your sweaty foreheads off with nearby towels on the vanity. Josh pulled out two waters from a nearby mini fridge and handed one to you, sitting at your side as the both of you sipped and recovered. You curled yourself into the seat at his side, thinking about the situation. Was he kidding about taking you out? Did he just want to fuck and then leave you like some groupie? You bit your lip to hide your disappointment, but it faltered when you felt a hand wrap around your shoulder and pull. It brought you into a warm side and a nose that nuzzled your head with affection.

“Is this okay?” Josh asked. You nodded gently, unable to speak through your thoughts.

“If you’d like to,” Josh cleared his throat, “We have a day off tomorrow and we plan on spending it in the city before driving up later in the night. We could spend time together then?”

Your eyes lit up in surprise, “You want to?”

“Of course,” Josh smiled, almost embarrassed, “I asked you out, didn’t I?”

So he was serious. The thought made your heart soar. A smile broke on your lips and you were too scared to imagine how red your cheeks must have been as you gave him a nod of confirmation, “There’s a really good southern breakfast place downtown um…Want to have something there first?”

“Sounds great,” Josh rummaged at the coffee table, “Here, put your number in my phone?”

You did, just in time for a loud bang at the door. The both of you were startled, and behind you heard the muffled voice of Tyler, almost amused, call out:

“Can you two get dressed and let me in already? Sound checks in fifteen, Josh!”

You hid your face with a yelp, embarrassed to be caught. Josh laughed, blushing but otherwise didn’t seem too bothered by it. He returned his bandmate's call with a ‘one second’ of his own as he stood up. Looking down at you one more time, he offered you his hand. You took it and stood as well, but not before he asked you:

“Do you want to stay backstage for the show? You can watch from the side, it’ll give you a great view.”

You looked up at the man, so kind and smiling and warm at your face, and your heart fluttered in your chest. You gave a nod of confirmation as you gave up containing the excited smile wanting to spread across your lips.

“I’d love to.”

[squiidiot]

tiktok wants me to pass away

HELLLOOOOOOOO????????

this man is too fine for his own good

[ credits to @/ sleepyhead_snail on tiktok for these glorious photos]

[lanormie]

heathens

how you met Dabi and Shigaraki during a prison break wc: 1.4k cw: graphic violence, minor character death, implied sexual harassment

Whoever came up with the idea of implementing gen-pop at Tartarus is an imbecile.

Leave it to the Commission and their precious heroes to believe the most dangerous and irredeemable criminals should ‘get a chance at rehabilitation’ by socializing with other dangerous and irredeemable criminals. It’s utterly ironic that most of them end up getting shipped off to rot in solitary anyway, with how often vicious fights and mutinies break out.

These people, or these villains, are either masterminds or mass-destruction weapons, or somewhere in between. But they all have one thing in common: they’re absolutely batshit insane. And when it comes to keeping these psychotic individuals in check, quirk-nullifying cuffs are band-aid on a bullet hole. So naturally, they’re never really ‘in check’.

You’d like to think you’re also batshit insane, but after spending months in this pit of hell, you don’t think you have a realistic point of reference anymore. After all, you still have some pitiful remnants of sanity left at the bottom of the barrel, and they tell you that those 15 minutes of outdoor time everyday is worth not choking the shit out of Tosaka, the creepy ass guard assigned to your block.

Most days are spent keeping to yourself, constantly looking over shoulder watching out for Tosaka’s wandering hands, and doodling like a fucking toddler who has only one way of expressing their morbid and unfiltered obsession with mortality: through hilariously wobbly drawings that involve blood and scattered innards.

Crunch.

The lead of your pencil gives out under the pressure of your hand, and you curse. A strange foreboding feeling has been weighing you down all day, keeping you awfully on edge.

Tension has been simmering within the confines of these reinforced walls for days, ever since that one high-profile criminal was escorted through the halls of Tartarus towards their current holding: the solitary wing.

Shigaraki Tomura.

He hasn’t been released to gen-pop yet, but his presence has already divided the prisoner population neatly into two. The first half are foaming at their mouth for a challenge, and the other half are quaking in their boots and sweating bullets. Either way, it’s not going to be a pretty sight.

Getting up from your creaking metal bench, you make your way towards the hand crank pencil sharpener. Looking up to make sure Tosaka isn’t around to make some nasty comment, you shove the pencil into the receptor, eyes catching on to some movements across the room.

The crowd near the entrance starts to cautiously part, and you see two high-level guards escorting in a new face. A patchy, stitched together by staples face, like a fucked up teddy bear. His frightfully bright turquoise eyes peer around as he keeps getting pushed forward by the guards, seemingly bored out of his mind. Until those lidded orbs catch yours.

A roguish smirk pulls painfully at the staples around his cheek as he gets led in your direction. He keeps his eye contact keen till he’s almost past where you stand, only then does he mouth a string of words to you.

“Count to ten.”

And you do.

One.

He winks mischievously before finally turning away.

Two.

The guards urge him through the exit behind you.

Three.

You realize that’s the exit leading to the solitary wing.

Four.

You return the to the hand crank sharpener.

Five.

You start rotating the crank with utmost caution.

Six.

You check to see if the pencil is at its peak sharpness.

Seven.

It is.

Eight.

You take a deep inhale.

Nine.

And exhale.

Ten.

Alarm starts blaring, its sound deafening and its red light blinding. It’s an assault to the senses, but you know better than to start cowering. Some rumbling can be felt through the floor, and whatever it is is barreling its way in your direction.

Suddenly someone’s yanking you backward, and you whip around to find Tosaka with his features twisted in panic and anger.

“Inmate, back to your cell, now!”

“Unhand me bitch.”

You snarl, and with practiced precision, you jam the pencil into his eye socket.

An ear piercing shriek leaves his throat, catching other guards’ attention. But before they can mobilize, a wave of prisoners, no doubt emboldened by your mutiny, moves to take them down one by one.

With the pencil in your hand still wedged into Tosaka’s brain, you jog the bastard backward towards the wall behind him and smash his skull against it, knocking the jerk out cold. Immediately, you start rummaging through his pockets till you find the tiny metal god that would answer all your prayers: the quirk nullifying cuff master key.

You are finally free of the cuffs when the entrance wall gets smashed open. And then you see them. Grotesque, dripping in blood and saliva, brain-hanging-out-in-the-open absolute freaks of nature.

Nomus.

Not looking to die a gory death today, you press yourself against a column and watch the creatures pummel their way towards the solitary wing, reducing guards and prisoners alike to puddles of crimson flesh.

Holding your breath as they rip the doors apart and disappear into the hall, you back away towards the entrance, hoping the wreckage they left on their way in would lead you out of here.

C’mon, gimme something. Where are you buddy?

You close and open your palm repeatedly, searching and willing for your quirk to kick into gear. The path to the outside is hilariously straightforward, almost like a tunnel, with sweet, sweet sunlight shining in at the end of it. Stuffing your lungs with a deep inhale, you step on the gas.

You’re so close to ditching this joint when a blur of woody brown abruptly lands in front of you.

“Not an inch further, inmate.”

Another thud lands behind you and you whip around.

Heroes. You’re cornered by goddamned heroes.

Turning back forward, you decide to buy yourself some time.

“Kamui Woods! Wow, the news made you look so much taller.”

Any second now.

“And you!” You turn towards the other hero. “Sorry, no clue who you are.”

“I’m–”

“Don’t give a shit.” You cut him off. “Why don’t you guys make yourselves useful and chase after the real threat in there, hm? Nomus seem way more urgent than little ol me– ow!”

Kamui Woods’ woody tendrils shoot out and wrap around your upper body in suffocatingly tight coils. You, however, don’t even bother to wiggle out of the hold, because you can finally feel it approaching. And it’s approaching fast.

The corner of your lips pulls into a smirk when a small blur of white dashes in from the entrance, ripping straight through the tree trunk bastard’s heart on its way to its final destination: the center of your open palm. 

You’re reunited once more with your most prized possession: the ivory blade crafted from your own rib bones. A deadly weapon which you can manipulate its shape, size, density and speed through your quirk. And most importantly, it always comes back to you. 

A maniacal cackle bubbles from your chest as the wooden tendrils fall limply from your body.

“You fucking idiot!” You roar at the fallen form of the Number Four Hero. Or shall you say, former No. 4 Hero. “You should’ve gone for the hands!”

You must’ve looked insane with the bloodlust craze in your eyes and the crimson-stained blade dangling from your hand cause when you finally turn around, you find the no-name fuckface slowly backing away from the scene.

Only to turn a petrifying gray, as if he has just looked Medusa in the eye, and disintegrate into dust. The ashened particles fall to the ground like sand, revealing a lanky figure with long, wavy silver locks cascading down his shoulders.

The stranger stares curiously at the corpse of Kamui Woods, his eyes following the splatter of blood from the hero’s left chest all the way to the dripping tip of your beloved dagger.

All of the sudden, the rubbles and ruins behind him erupt into scorching blue flames. Moments after, the raven haired man you saw earlier emerges from the fire, looking not a least bit bothered by the raging heat.

Ruby and sapphire orbs meet yours, and in the flickering light of the inferno, the two men look ethereal. Like some deities blessed with breathtaking carnage and destruction.

Like angels of hell.

Scarred lips crack into a wide malevolent grin, and with a voice as thorny as his aura, the silvered hair man declares.

“It looks like you might be one of us.”

my sincerest apologies to Kamui Woods stans 🧎‍♀️ reader is a Tartarus level criminal with a pseudo mjolnir, he didn't stand a chance 🫡

[ladypoison]

Kiss me.

Pairing: college!tyler x f!reader Summary: You meet Tyler at a college party he's hosting, you can't help but feel drawn to each other immediately- or maybe that's the drink talking. Warnings: Drinking, smoking, illegal substances, smut (18+ MDNI), P in V, Intoxicated consent. WC: 2.9k A/N: This is like practically my first written smut, plus I'm a rusty writer so go easy on me.

To say it was hot would be an understatement. Sweat glistened off your body, people colliding next to you in melodic movements only radiated that. You’d been in there for a total of 5 minutes and already felt like you were on the verge of a heatstroke.

The air around you smelt strongly of body odor and the alcohol that radiated on people’s breaths. So strongly you craved a drink as well, but your chatter-box of a friend wouldn’t let you leave her side as she spoke to a person you hadn’t come to know the name of. He was tall, with striking facial features you’d never see on anyone else, arms full with ink as well. Weirdly you wondered how it would feel to stick your finger in his gauged earlobe, maybe that was the current boredom speaking.

Your friend was speaking, but you had it tuned out until your name was mentioned, your head quickly turned to the conversation beside you. Your friend was now towards you “Drinks?” she asked, that one word putting you out of your misery finally. “Please” is all you said in return.

Her older friend signaled you both to follow, you awkwardly shuffled behind them both trying your hardest not to get shoved into. College parties were definitely a little rough, it wasn’t your first but you were definitely more fond of the bigger, less crowded ones. As you walked you took in the house, it wasn’t very big, enough to host this party anyway, but the rooms were still full of people, so I guess it worked out.

When you entered the kitchen, your friend was already leaping towards the mess of random bottles and drinks everywhere, and the gauged guy had already begun pouring drinks for the three of you. When the red solo cup finally was handed to your reach, you pressed it to your lips, gulping down the liquid inside. It wasn’t gross but it hurt to swallow. You squinted your eyes at the taste and he let out a slight chuckle “Good right?” he spoke, sarcastically it seemed, all you could do is give a pressed-lip smile and an awkward raise of your brows.

“So who’s house is this anyway?” your friend ended up asking the guy as she too took a swig from her cup. “A buddy of mine, he should be around here somewhere” he said, shrugging, and as if on cue another man appeared, pushing his way through the crowded kitchen entrance. He was tall, and boyishly cute with a litter of tattoos on his arms as well.

Sporting a pair of black, street-stylish kind of joggers and a gray crewneck that matched the beanie sitting atop his head. You couldn’t help but think he looked familiar, you probably shared a class with the guy. “Josh!” he called, now labeling the man you’ve been standing around for the entire time you’ve been here.

“Tyler, where’ve you been?” Josh asked him, leaning in for one of those weird manly hugs that guys do “Your own party and you can’t even show up on time huh?” He continued, smiling. Tyler looked you and your friend up and down for a short moment, making eye contact with you in the process before replying to his friend “Just a bit of pre-game before I got down here” you could tell he meant smoking beforehand, his eyes were glossy, you studied them for a moment before he spoke again “And who are these ladies?” He asked Josh, smiling at you both.

After Josh’s very quick introduction of you guys you’d gathered the two were very close, and- very cute as their personalities clashed playfully. Tyler- the man now awkwardly standing in front of you as Josh and your friend chatted, seemed sweet. “So, this is your place?” you spoke, breaking the silence between you two, his eyes caught in yours when you asked “Uhh- yeah, well my parent’s really but they’re on a long vacation right now.” He replied, you followed his lips as he spoke, already feeling a bit fuzzy with a refill now in your cup.

“Mmm that’s nice, so you host parties here when they’re away” you said, gazing over his reflective eyes, he reached up to scratch his neck slightly, he was kind-of awkward in a way that peaked your interest “Yeah I mean, it’s definitely one way to make yourself known around here, parties” He replied, shrugging “And That’s what you want? To be ‘known around here’?” you asked, smirking, using your free hand to push a fallen strand of hair out of your face. He chuckled slightly at your words “Doesn’t everyone?” he said, you slightly tilted your head, shrugging at his question.

You both stared at each other, and your surroundings for a few minutes, basking in the music, conversation, and the heated feeling coursing through your body. Your cheeks felt flushed, you even lifted a hand up to feel your skin, it was hot to the touch and he noticed that. “Do you wanna head somewhere else? It’s better upstairs probably- colder I mean” Tyler asked, you hesitated for a moment before replying with a simple “Yeah” and downing the rest of your drink, it stung you for a moment before settling.

He spoke quickly to Josh, a farewell for you both before taking your arm and leading you through the crowd of bodies, not without a few pushes. Heading up the stairs was sorta difficult but his hand kept a steady lead on you as you pushed yourself upwards, feet heavy beneath you.

The hallways were still littered with a few bodies, you even managed to see a sloppy make out session between- not two but three people at the end of the hall, you mumbled a quiet “weird” mindlessly. You weren’t really paying attention to much until he pushed open, what you assumed to be his bedroom door.

The room wasn’t much, at least nothing you could specifically notice in your fuzzy mental state besides the dark gray walls that seemed to match him, you pondered if he was as intoxicated as you were. I guess your thoughts were answered when he slowly sat himself on the ground instead of the bed, or a chair. His eyes weren’t focused on anything in specific but the red tint in them was obvious, especially when he met yours.

You smiled to yourself, settling down on the carpet crisscrossed next to him. “Do you want to uhh- smoke?” He asked, smiling, reaching in his pocket for what seemed to be a cart. “Sure..” you replied. He reached out his arm, handing it to you, and you slowly put it to your lips. You held the smoke in your cheeks for a moment, before inhaling, it scratched at your throat before being let out.

Instantly, you coughed a few times, not the prettiest site that’s for sure. It was a moment before the slight feeling had settled in your mind. His eyes lingered on you before you handed it back, he lifted it to his own lips and you stared blankly at him as he repeated the same process. Watching the smoke slide out from his lips effortlessly ignited a feeling in your chest, it was probably the alcohol making you feel more flustered.

“You come here with anyone besides your friend?” He asked, obviously wanting to ask if you came here with a partner or something, ‘smooth’ you thought sarcastically. “Nope, just us” You smiled “She seems to be very interested in your friend, that Josh guy.” You spoke mindlessly. He nodded, grinning. Paying attention, you noticed his crooked smile for the first time, and lingered on the feeling his features left in your stomach. “Yeah I’ve certainly heard a lot about her from him” you both let out small giggles in the realization both your friends definitely were into each other.

The music boomed from downstairs, reaching the bedroom walls with its volume. It was silent between you two as you relaxed. The pair of you ended up deciding it would be comfier to lay down on the carpet side-by-side as you chatted with one another, staring up at the dimly lit ceiling of his room.

The walls were painted blue after he turned on a small colored light off in the corner of his room, it was less harsh then the original big light’s grasp over the room. You felt like you were someplace else now, more free then the messy crowd of your thoughts usually left you in. You both spoke mindlessly, on random topics that didn’t get you anywhere in the knowing-each-other-very-well department and yet you still felt closer to him at the moment than anyone else in the house.

“How come we’ve never talked to each other before?” he asked, pausing for a moment before continuing “I’ve definitely seen you around” his head was turned towards you, as was yours to him as your bodies sprawled out on the floor. You simply shrugged, glossing your eyes over the position in which you both laid. He hummed slightly in recognition of your response, tracing his fingers on the pocket outline of his joggers.

You bit your lip, chewing on it slightly as your mind was blank besides the occasional thought about the boy next to you. Your head turned towards him, carefully studying the way his chest rose and fell, the slight sigh that exited his lips every few minutes made its way into your ears. You lifted yourself slightly off the floor, enough to scoot yourself slightly over him, now with only your head hovering slightly over his.

His attention was now off the soulless wall and onto you “Hmm?” He hummed, half lidded eyes with tiredness looking up to you. You spoke softly then “Can i?” It was obvious what you were asking, though you had no idea where the burst of boldness came from. It was the moment, peaceful and drunk on the silence between the two of you that caused the tension to rise. He only stared at you for a moment, slightly taken aback before he replied “Yeah”.

It was a ‘why not?’ moment, at least that's what you thought, and assumed he shared that idea. You hovered over him for a moment before leaning forward and placing your lips onto his. It was a chapped kiss, but you could hardly care, with the dryness of your throat it felt good to indulge in someone else’s. The position was awkward, with you slightly on your side and him laying flat down, so you scooted closer, lifting your leg and straddling him on the floor.

The kiss was hardly broken before you dove back into it, clashing your lips with his before the wetness of your tongues got involved. It was teethy just a bit, in a momentarily relaxed humorous way, you couldn’t help but smile into the heated kiss, and his hands snakes their way around your waist. Your shirt was slightly slid up at the moment with you on top of him, and his fingers found their way inside, heating your bare skin with his calloused fingers, you wondered if he’s ever played an instrument with the way his hands ignited your skin as they explored.

You felt it against you now as you slightly grinded on his body, he groaned and bit your lip accidentally “shit- sorry” Is all he mumbled before gliding his tongue over the wound. All you could do is moan in response to his quick actions, it was fast and yet felt so slow. He broke the kiss for a moment, panting as were you. His hands pulled your top slightly before his eyes met yours, as if asking ‘could I?’ with no words at all, you simply guided his hands further to take your top off and discard behind you.

It was clear you both weren’t in the best mind-space to do what you were doing. It was fast, random, and possibly a stupid idea, yet you couldn’t stop and neither could he. It was hot, the air around you, even after going top-less. The clothes-discarding was messy for both of you, sliding his ridiculous beanie off his head and looking up to you for assistance gliding his sweater over his head. He was slightly sitting up at this point, running his hands down your back to unclasp the one item between him and your tits.

He was eager, you could feel it underneath you, even being this close to him sent waves of pleasure down your spine, your heart tingled with that familiar feeling of warmth, lust mistaken for love. When you reached down to pull down your bottoms he paused “Are you sure- you want to?” he asked, in a breathy voice that made you even more flustered “I’m sure” you replied in a softer voice before sliding your bottoms down your legs awkwardly. In this mist of that he began doing the same.

He leaned upwards again, pressing his nose into your neck “Do you wanna move to the bed?” He spoke slowly, you gave him a quick “Mhm..” before you both stood up, dizzy with arousal and your medicated state of mind. You both stepped on your own discarded clothes before falling onto the bed, your lips entwined as you did so. He was on top of you now, both of you left in nothing but the lower part of your underwear.

He pressed sloppy kisses to your chin, leading down into your neck and you moaned “Tyler..” saying his name felt so dirty, he was after all practically a stranger you’d just met, you felt dirty, but in a way you liked how the spur of the moment made you feel. It was erotic how he pressed his lips to your chest, cupping one of your breasts with his hand while the other one made its way down to the band of your underwear slightly tugging on it before sliding it down your bare legs.

You panted underneath him, blinking slowly, batting your eyelashes at him as he tugged his own boxers down his legs, tossing them off the bed. You guided your eyes down his length before kissing him tightly again. His rough fingers found their way to your folds gliding them in place, you moaned a breathy moan, mouth gaped open. “s-shit” he said, noticing how your arousal was already wet to the touch.

He stopped his fingers for a moment, lowering himself down your body slightly. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he stroked his dick a few times before positioning it between your folds. He kissed you, hard and slid into the warmth of your cunt, losing his breath in the process. “Fuck” he groaned into your mouth, you could only whine into his, sliding your fingers up his neck to tussle his hair between them. It took him a moment to fully insert himself into you, but once he did he slowly started rocking himself against you.

Your bodies grinded into one mess, his cock pumping in and out of you, you swore if you put a hand to your stomach you might be able to feel him inside of you. The feeling of arousal not only flooded your mind but you could feel it coating his dick as he pushed in and out of you. Your eyes were shut, basking in the lustful emotions that coursed throughout your body. Your skin was sweaty to the touch, and so was his.

You followed the tattoos on his arm up to his bicep, grabbing it when he picked up the pace. The erotic noises that left your mouth would put sober you to shame but right now you could give less of a shit. The music was loud, you hoped it was loud enough to drown out the slapping of skin between you both. As he pumped himself in and out of you, you reached a hand down to rub your clit softly, only increasing the pleasure.

He leaned into your neck again, breath hot against you, you shivered. Whining and moaning as he sucked on your supple skin, leaving marks that you were sure you’d need a shit ton of color corrector and concealer for in the morning. You felt you were coming to an end, the heat in your stomach beginning to come loose. A wave of heat coursed through you before you came crashing down with a loud moan, white poured out of your cunt and onto his dick “Fuuuck me, you’re so perfect” He spoke up finally, still thrusting he rode out your high, reaching his own in the process.

His features squinted, eyebrows raised in ecstasy. He pulled out of you quickly before he gave out, giving his own dick a few strokes before spurting his seed onto your stomach. The air was heavy with panting between the both of you, and he flopped over to the other side of the bed. At this point you barely felt the drunk of alcohol anymore, just exhausted and still high, wiping beads of sweat off your forehead.

“We should do this- again sometime” he said, chuckling softly, all you could do is snort at his boldness, leaning over to kiss him again. “Mind if I stay the night?” you asked, he only smiled at you before pulling the covers over you both, which smelt strongly of you both now.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hihi! I just wanna start by saying thank you for always answering everyone’s requests and having a positive attitude!

I myself have a request: You recently wrote a fic where it was nerdier!reader x basketball player!tyler Joseph, and they had a group project. May I request either a part two to that that is all about getting ready for prom, going to prom, etc? And if you’d rather not do a part two, can I request a separate prom fic? :) If you don’t have time, that’s perfectly alright! You’re a very skilled author, and I will appreciate anything that you write :D

School Project Part 2 - Tyler Joseph x Nerd!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst - argument and bullies

Word Count: 2641

A/N: This was fun to continue :) enjoy it!!

PART 1

The weeks leading up to prom were a whirlwind of excitement, nerves, and anticipation. After Tyler’s big promposal at the basketball game, I felt like I was walking on air. For the first time, I wasn’t just watching everything happen from the sidelines. I was part of the story now, and Tyler had made it clear that I wasn’t just a background character in his life anymore.

But as the initial excitement started to settle, the reality of the situation began to sink in. Prom. With Tyler Joseph. I didn’t know the first thing about prom, let alone how to prepare for it. Everyone around me seemed to have it all figured out—girls in my classes were constantly buzzing about their dresses, their hair appointments, spray tan appointments, and their dates. They all seemed so confident, like they had been planning for this night their whole lives.

And then there was me. Who never thought I’d be going to prom with anyone, let alone Tyler Joseph.  I wasn’t sure where to even start.

Thankfully, my best friend wasn't about to let me panic alone. The day after Tyler’s promposal, she cornered me in the cafeteria, her eyes practically glowing with excitement. I was alone–Tyler had decided to go back to his friends’ table where they could discuss basketball things.

“So,” she said, plopping down next to me with a wide grin. “You’re going to prom with Tyler. How does it feel to be living every girl’s dream?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I keep waiting for him to tell me it was some sick  joke.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. Did you see the way he looked at you during that game? There’s no way this is a joke. He’s into you.”

I shrugged, still trying to wrap my head around it. “I guess. But prom… I don’t even know where to start.”

Her grin widened. “Lucky for you, I’m an expert at all things prom. We’re going dress shopping this weekend, and you are not getting out of it.”

I groaned, but there was a smile on my face. “Fine, but I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she said, linking her arm through mine. “Trust me. By the time I’m done with you, Tyler won’t know what hit him.”

Saturday came around quickly, and before I knew it, we were standing in the middle of a bustling boutique, surrounded by racks of shimmering gowns in every color imaginable. My stomach twisted with nerves as I scanned the dresses, feeling completely out of my depth.

My best friend, on the other hand, was in her element. She immediately started pulling dresses off the racks, holding them up to me with a critical eye. “This one’s cute, but maybe a little too much sparkle. Oh, but this one—this would look amazing on you.”

I smiled weakly, letting her take the lead. After trying on several dresses that felt too over-the-top for me, she finally handed me a simple, elegant gown in a soft shade of lavender. “Try this one,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I have a good feeling about it.”

I slipped into the dress, and when I stepped out of the dressing room, I barely recognized myself. The fabric flowed beautifully, hugging my figure in all the right places without feeling too flashy. The color complimented my skin tone, and for the first time, I felt like maybe, just maybe, I could pull this off.

Her eyes lit up when she saw me. “That’s the one,” she said, nodding in approval. “You look stunning.”

I turned to the mirror, feeling a strange mix of disbelief and excitement. I did look… different. Not like the quiet girl who sat in the back of the classroom. Not like the girl who was invisible to most people. I looked like someone who could actually go to prom with Tyler Joseph.

“Okay,” I said, smiling at my reflection. “This is it.”

She grinned, clapping her hands together. “Now all we need to do is figure out your hair, makeup, and nails. We’re going all out for this, Y/N.”

As the days passed, I found myself thinking more and more about what prom night would actually be like. Tyler and I had been texting more often, sometimes about school, sometimes about music, and sometimes just about random things. He was different in these moments—more relaxed, more real. It felt like I was finally getting to know the real Tyler, not just the jock everyone admired.

But there was still a part of me that couldn’t help but wonder what would happen after prom. Was this just a one-time thing? Would everything go back to the way it was after the night was over? Or was this the start of something more?

I tried not to overthink it, but it was hard not to let those thoughts creep in, especially when I saw Tyler with his friends at school. He was always surrounded by people, always the center of attention, and I couldn’t help but feel like I didn’t quite fit into that world. I was still the quiet one, the one who preferred to stay in the background.

But whenever Tyler caught my eye in the hallway or sent me a quick text during class, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe things really were different now.

The night of prom arrived faster than I expected, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection as my best friend fussed over my hair.

“You look amazing,” she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. My hair was styled in soft waves, with a few strands pinned back to frame my face. My makeup was simple but elegant, just enough to enhance my features without feeling too overdone.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

She smiled, giving me a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “Believe it. And just remember, Tyler asked you to prom. He could’ve asked anyone, but he chose you.”

I nodded, her words sinking in. I couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement in my chest. Tyler had chosen me. And tonight, I was going to let myself enjoy it.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and my heart skipped a beat. Tyler was here.

She grinned, practically bouncing with excitement. “Go get your man!”

“He’s barely my man,” I laughed and made my way to the door, my heart pounding in my chest. When I opened it, there he was, standing on the porch in a sleek black suit and a tie that matched my dress perfectly. He looked… stunning. But it wasn’t just his appearance that made my heart race—it was the way he looked at me when our eyes met, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Wow,” Tyler breathed, his gaze sweeping over me. “You look… incredible.”

I blushed, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He grinned, holding out a small corsage of white roses. “For you.”

I took the corsage, my hands shaking slightly as I slipped it onto my wrist. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

Tyler smiled, his eyes softening as he took a step closer. “You ready?”

I nodded, feeling the butterflies in my stomach flutter wildly. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

The drive to the venue was filled with nervous laughter and light conversation. Tyler was calm and easygoing, which helped ease some of my anxiety. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was going to be one of those moments that I’d remember forever.

When we arrived at the venue, the ballroom was already buzzing with excitement. The decorations were beautiful—twinkling lights, elegant drapes, and tables set with sparkling centerpieces. As we stepped inside, I couldn’t help but feel like I was walking into a dream.

Tyler’s hand found mine as we made our way through the crowd, and I felt a rush of warmth at the simple gesture. People were watching us, whispering, but for once, it didn’t bother me. I wasn’t the quiet girl fading into the background anymore. I was here, with Tyler, and I felt like I belonged.

The night moved in a blur of music, laughter, and dancing. Tyler was attentive, always checking in to make sure I was okay, and for the first time in a long time, I felt completely at ease. He wasn’t just the popular basketball star anymore—he was Tyler, the guy who made me laugh, who understood me, who made me feel seen.

At one point, Tyler suggested we meet up with his friends. I hesitated for a moment, but I didn’t want to seem nervous. After all, I was his date tonight. I nodded, and he led me toward the table where his basketball friends were gathered with their dates, all of them dressed to the nines in glittering gowns and perfectly tailored suits.

“Hey, man!” one of Tyler’s friends, Jason, called out, slapping Tyler on the back. His gaze slid over to me, a smirk forming on his lips. “So, you actually brought her?”

I stiffened, my fingers tightening around Tyler’s hand. The way Jason said it made my stomach twist, like I didn’t belong, like it was some big joke that I was here. I glanced at the other girls sitting at the table. Their eyes darted between me and Tyler, barely veiling their disdain.

“Yeah, this is Y/N,” Tyler said, his tone light but firm. He seemed unfazed, but I could feel the tension rising in my chest.

One of the girls leaned forward, her overly bright smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Oh, Y/N, isn’t it? We’ve, like, never really seen you around much. You’re... what, in the same English class as Tyler?” She let out a little laugh, as though that was somehow amusing.

“Yeah and history,” I replied quietly, my voice barely audible over the music. I could feel their eyes on me, judging, picking me apart.

Another one of Tyler’s friends, Ryan, chuckled. “I gotta admit, when Tyler said he was taking you, we thought he was kidding.”

Tyler let out an awkward laugh while the girls giggled, exchanging knowing looks. One of them whispered something to her friend that made her burst into laughter.

My heart sank. Suddenly, the dress that had made me feel beautiful, like I belonged, felt like a costume that didn’t fit. Like I was pretending to be someone I wasn’t. Their words were sharp, like tiny daggers, chipping away at the confidence I had felt earlier in the night.

I looked up at Tyler, hoping for some kind of reassurance. But he just gave an awkward smile, not quite knowing how to respond. He didn’t laugh, but he didn’t say anything to defend me either. He seemed uncomfortable, like he wasn’t sure how to handle his friends’ comments.

Jason leaned in, his smirk growing wider. “I mean, no offense, but we figured it was just, like, a pity thing. You know, since you...”

That was the final blow. I felt my chest tighten, my eyes burning with unshed tears. I couldn’t stand there anymore. I couldn’t be the punchline of this cruel joke.

“I—I think I need some air,” I mumbled, pulling my hand out of Tyler’s grasp and turning away before the tears could fall.

“Y/N, wait!” Tyler called after me, but I didn’t stop. I pushed through the crowd, my vision blurred as I stumbled toward the exit. The laughter and music seemed distant, muffled by the pounding of my heart.

I made it outside, the cool night air hitting my face as the first tear slipped down my cheek. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold it together, but the hurt was too much. I had known deep down that I didn’t fit into Tyler’s world. I had known it from the start, but hearing his friends say it out loud—like I was some joke he couldn’t get out of—was too painful to bear.

I wiped at my cheeks furiously, angry at myself for crying, for letting them get to me. But no matter how hard I tried, the tears kept coming.

Footsteps echoed behind me, and before I could slip away into the shadows, Tyler was there, his face full of concern.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice filled with regret. “Please, don’t go.”

I shook my head, stepping back. “Tyler, just... don’t. I get it now. This whole thing was a mistake. I want to go home.”

He frowned, his brow furrowing. “What are you talking about?”

I looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “Your friends—they think I’m some charity case. And honestly, I’m starting to wonder if they’re right.”

Tyler’s face fell, his expression one of pure disbelief. “What? No, Y/N, that’s not true.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything back there?” I asked, my voice cracking. “You just stood there while they made me feel like a joke.”

He stepped closer, his eyes searching mine. “Because I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting them to act like that, and I—I should’ve said something. I’m sorry. But I swear, Y/N, I didn’t ask you because I felt bad for you. I asked you because I wanted to. Because I like you.”

I blinked, not sure I had heard him correctly. “You… like me?”

He nodded, his gaze intense. “Yes. I’ve liked you for a while now. I just didn’t know how to show it. I thought asking you to prom was my way of finally telling you. And tonight… you’ve been amazing. I’m sorry my friends acted like jerks. They don’t know you like I do.”

I swallowed hard, my heart still aching but starting to soften at his words. “But why didn’t you defend me?”

Tyler ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated with himself. “I know I messed up. I didn’t handle it right, and I’m sorry. But I’m here now, and I want to make this right. Please, don’t let them ruin tonight for us.”

I hesitated, my emotions still swirling, but the sincerity in his eyes made me pause. He wasn’t like them. He had never treated me like they did.

Tyler reached out, gently taking my hand. “Y/N, I asked you to prom because I wanted you by my side. Not because of what anyone else thinks. I’m sorry for what they said, but I don’t care what they think. I care about you.”

His words broke through the walls I had built up, and I felt the tears fall again, but this time they weren’t from hurt. They were from the overwhelming relief that he wasn’t like his friends, that this night wasn’t a cruel joke after all.

“Tyler…” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Before I could say anything else, he closed the distance between us, his hand cupping my cheek as he leaned in and kissed me. It was soft and sweet, but there was something more—something that made my heart race and my knees weak.

When we pulled back, Tyler rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again, his voice full of emotion. “But I’m not letting you go.”

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of his words settle over me like a blanket of warmth. I wasn’t a joke to him. I wasn’t invisible anymore. And as we stood there under the stars, I realized that this night wasn’t just a dream—it was real. Tyler was real. And maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something I had never imagined for myself.

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REQUESTS OPEN

[j-jinxee]

✦ — TYLER DRABBLE

NSFW under the cut! [warnings - edging, oral]

"ff- fuckkk" Tyler's head fell back as he continued to whine. His hands stuttered, urging his need to stop you. Ultimately stopping himself instead, knowing it'd only make things worse. The more he resisted, the longer you'd go on. His calloused hands went back to gripping the bed sheets, just needing to feel in control of something, anything.

"babe- baby please.. ah!" His hips spasmd — crying, pleading for a release, but you weren't done yet. You were absolutely obsessed with how pretty Tyler looked like this, prolonging his misery for as long as possible, just so you could see his desperate expression and helpless mannerisms. He swallowed harshly, attempting to soothe his dry throat, a result of his rough and heavy breathing. His eyes screwed shut — the sensation of vision being too much for him at the moment, but you didn't like that. "Eyes on me baby" you tilted his head forward and met his eyes, fuck he looked so good like this. He struggled to keep eye contact, feeling so helpless under your touch. Your hand had been laced with thick coats of pre, some leaking down and decorating his v-line. Pretty, pretty boy.

"My pretty boy ~ pretty pretty boy" you whispered somewhat musically as your hand retracted yet again. "ff- fuck, please!" Tears began to form at corners of his eyes as he screwed them shut once more. It was getting painful now — he simply couldn't take anymore without sobbing, but he held back as best he could. As he was lost in cloudy thoughts, you slowly moved back and downwards. Arching your back behind you as your lips came dangerously close to his tip. You smiled, looking up at his head thrown back, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

You kissed his tip, "A-ahh!". The new sensation of your hot lips just barely grazing his cock was too much, he knew he couldn't do this any longer. You thought he'd done well, although you wished it could last forever, you were happy to finish him off now. Licking a strip up his length, then bottoming out your own mouth with his aching member. He instinctively thrusted up into your mouth, making this sick game of yours end as soon as possible. You allowed him to finish in any way he pleased, which ended up just being down your throat — he feared doing anything else would lead back into edging.

"fuckfuckfuck- a-ah!" He moaned, thick ropes of hot white cum spilled out, finally releasing what'd been kept in for atleast a couple hours now. You swallowed and lapped up every last drop of his milky relief, while he layed there — nearly passed out from how intense that orgasm was. He was so, so pretty like this, just a sensitive little mess, sweaty and exhausted. He weirdly was never a fan of recieving aftercare — he said it made him feel too incapable, which is understandable. Although, you knew he'd need it after tonight, you'd force him if you had to.

jeezus i can yap aye

[fairlylocalkatiee]

This photo of josh is SCREAMING your best friends hot brother and I NEED THAT FIC NOW

[sm1ther33ns]

A Week Off (Tyler Joseph x Reader x Josh Dun)

Title; A Week Off Pairing; Josh Dun x AFAB!Reader x Tyler Joseph Rating: Explicit CW; Marijuana, Oral Sex, Dubious Consent, Hotel Sex,

summary; You decide to take a week off from work in order to see a Twenty One Pilots concert and have a vacation after. You didn't exactly plan on offering a couple joints to Tyler and Josh after the show. You especially didn't expect them to take you up on your offer to go get high in your hotel room.

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The concert had been amazing, as you expected it to be. This wasn’t the first time you had seen Twenty One Pilots live and, if you were being honest, they were always some of the best concerts you had gone to. The energy of the crowd cheering off at Tyler as he sang, and the way he controlled the energy of everyone with a firm but steady hand had always been admirable. Josh’s energy on the drums (not to mention the muscles that moved with each beat) was adrenaline inducing. You could feel your body vibrate with the delicious aftermath of adrenaline, making your palms sweaty and the cool air outside of the venue feel like a godsend. 

You felt lucky you were able to take a week off of work, not only to see the band but to get some much needed rest time. Your job was demanding, even if it was just retail, and the socialization it required was always overwhelming. To free yourself from social obligations and travel alone, staying in a hotel alone was worth the week of PTO you had used. 

You adjusted the jacket over your shoulders, trying to let your hot body cool down naturally. The last thing you wanted was a cold from being too chilled. Leaning back on the short, concrete barrier that separated the ground from a high set of bushy flowers, you fished around in your pocket with a huff. Eventually your fingers wrapped around the two items you had been pawing for: a joint and a lighter. You don’t know how you snuck these behind venue security, really, but if they had cared…well, it was too late. It wasn’t like you had lit up in the middle of the venue. Now THAT would be a fire hazard.

The end of the joint slipped into your lips and you relished the flavor of Tropical Cookie and Shortbread as you thanked God this city was 420 friendly. You brought the lighter up to your lips, flicking the cheap Bic on with a few aggressive clicks of its ignition. Once the flame shook in the breeze of the open air, you watched as the end of your joint lit up with a rosy glow of oranges and yellows. The lighter slipped back into your pocket, next to the two other joints you had brought along to keep your high going. You took one long drag of your weed before exhaling up into the sky. 

You watched the smoke fade up into the air above you, dissipating in slithering shapes of gusting snakes. A sigh escaped your lip as your shoulders slumped, your body eager to accept the effects of the weed as soon as you would finish the joint. You had taken a tolerance break on purpose the week before, just to make sure you could squeeze every ounce of enjoyment out of the near worrying stash of joints, edibles, and flower you had decided to bring with you for the week. Nothing sounded better than getting high as a kite and spending a few days in your hotel room before exploring the city on your own. 

You were only a few puffs into your joint when you heard the unholy, creaking sound of rusted metal. You winced at the noise, head turning to seek the source of its unpleasantness with a huff. 

It turned out to be a side door to the venue. A large, red and white sign labeled ‘DO NOT ENTER’ signaled that it was an exit, but on an entrance. Once whoever came from it was out, they certainly wouldn’t be let in again. So you watched with curiosity and a foggy mind, just to see who it was. Maybe you could warn them that they’d have to go back around now, if they wanted to get back into the venue. 

Your breath hitched instead, jaw clenching the joint so tight between your lips that you swore you almost snapped the filter in half. The smoke made your lungs sore as you held it, and your eyes watery and red. You recognized both men, even if they were wearing baggy jackets and beanies that covered their hair. Even if you weren’t noticed by them, it was obvious who they were as they chatted and laughed with one another, high on their own adrenaline. 

Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun.

You weren’t sure if you were lucky or cursed. They hadn’t noticed you in the side corner of the entrance, the door obfuscating you before it closed all the way. They focused more on one another than on you. With Josh’s back towards you, and Tyler’s eyes staring up at the sky as he talked, you were all but invisible as you overheard their conversation slightly. It wasn’t much, though. A chat about their show and how they would need showers after all of it. How Josh bemoaned the breaking of his fifth set of drumsticks in a night, and a playful jab from Tyler on how they’d need to keep an arsenal next to the drumset for him next time. 

You were silent as you watched them, figuring that there was no other opportunity to do so. Even in your high state, the shyness and fear of interrupting them was strong. You were sure the last thing they wanted was a fan spotting them and then dragging more over. It was fine to simply be able to say you saw them off of the stage, even if they didn’t seem to even register your existence. You preferred observing anyways, hiding to the side and watching people organically be themselves without the pressure of a new social norm added into the equation. In a way, it was heartwarming.

They paused their conversation as Josh’s head shot up to the side, squinting into the air as he looked around. Tyler’s brows knit as he did the same, and you heard Josh laugh with amusement as he stretched one long shoulder over his head with a sigh.

“Man, I’d smoke after a concert too,” Josh hummed with a sigh, “I almost wish it were me.”

“You always wish it was you.” Tyler chuckled, to which Josh shot him a playful look. One that said ‘oh like you don’t’, and the singer’s lips curled into a sheepish grin at his friend.

Your hazy mind didn't think about it before you pulled your own joint from your lips, blowing out smoke to the side (taking care not to aim it in the direction of the band) as you fished back in your pocket and felt for the two joints you had been saving. Once they were pulled out, you stuck them neatly between your fingers and held them out in your other hand, leaning with your joint on the wall, before speaking with a slightly hoarse voice:

“I have a couple more, if you have the time.”

Tyler’s head whipped from around Josh towards you, his eyes wide with surprise and something like panic, but not quite. Josh’s whole body snapped around, a released sound of ‘Jesus!’ popping from his lips as he moved back just a foot. You couldn’t help the thin lipped smile of amusement that passed over you at their surprise. You lowered the offered joints just for a moment to suck another puff of your own before it burnt for too long, pulling your head away from the two again to blow smoke out with a sigh. Already the feeling of fogginess overcame you, not fully, but enough to make your eyes water just a bit with redness as you returned to offering them out.

“I’m serious, I don’t mind sharing. Sorry I scared you, though. Didn’t mean to.”

“‘S fine,” Tyler mumbled with a laugh, approaching you slowly and holding his hand out, “I’ll take the offer if you’re serious, though.”

“Yeah,” You laughed despite yourself, reaching out to drop the two into his hands, which you noted were still slightly discolored gray with the black paint he must have washed off inside the Green Room. You tried not to let your eyes linger on them for too long, passing your gaze up as Josh was offered the other joint. He took it with a grin, the edges of his nose wrinkling in amusement as he put the filter between full lips.

Reaching into your pocket once more, you yanked out your little lighter and handed it to Tyler as well before finding the words to speak on your dry tongue again, “Think of it as a ‘thanks’ for the show tonight. You both killed it.”

Tyler’s eyes lit up at the compliment, a small smile on his lips around his joint as he held up the lighter and flicked it on a few times, but the wind put it out even when it lit. So you stood up, legs wobbly and a little numb, and wrapped your free hand around the other side of his to block it. With the safety of both of your palms, the end lit up and smoke pooled around it as he inhaled, pulling back to exhale the streams of it into the air. You followed with heavy eyes, admiring the way the tendrils of it curled before disappearing into the late night sky. 

The singer handed Josh the lighter after, and he had a much easier time with lighting his. Soon the three of you were inhaling the sweet flavor of the strain you had chosen, the scent of burning grass filling the back alley as Tyler coughed a little bit, puffing out smoke and heaving as he did so. You laughed despite yourself, grinning just as Josh snickered, “Haven’t done this in a while, huh Ty?”

“Shut up.” He returned, glaring playfully at the other man before he let his attention focus on you curiously, “So you came for the concert?”

“Kind of,” You shrugged, “I’ve seen one before, but I was taking a week vacation here and this was the last show you were doing on the tour, so I figured ‘why not’ since I was here, you know?”

“Well, glad we put on a good show.” Tyler returned, almost thankful in his tone, “Is your week almost over or…?”

“Oh, nah, this is like my second day,” You returned, “I still got a long while to relax.” You kicked your feet as you held your joint between your teeth, the thin thing nearly gone in your own lips. You felt it begin to burn on your face, but you were determined to take in everything it had. You tilted your head up into the sky with an exhale, feeling like a dragon as you did so. 

“Nice,” Josh finally spoke up as he pulled his joint from his lips, his own almost halfway gone, “I think we’re staying, like, a couple more days here before we head off too. Our bus blew a gasket and we’re getting it fixed.”

“What a time for it to fuck up,” You mused with a giggle, and the other two laughed with you. Their own highs began to get to them, their shoulders relaxing more and their bodies swaying slightly as they eased up in their attitude. You were grateful, able to match their energy with your own casual silliness as you spoke. There was a sudden ‘ding’ from Tyler’s pocket, and he fished out his phone to tap it open curiously. Within a moment his eyes widened.

“Damn,” He whispered, “Josh we need to go, the uber’s here.”

The two sped through the rest of their joints, but not before Josh turned to you and asked, “Are you staying around here? It’s not a good idea to hang out in an ally alone this late, I think.”

You shrugged, giving the name of your hotel before continuing, “My phone’s almost dead though, so I might just take a bus or something.”

Tyler’s eyes lit up for a moment, waving his hand as he sucked down more of his joint before coughing, “Tha-That’s our hotel too. Want a ride?”

“Seriously?” Your eyes lit up, eager not only to save money on a ride but to do so with Twenty One Pilots. It would make for a great story to brag about on the way home, but you tried to hide your giddiness by putting out the edge of your finished joint on the wall and shoving it in your pocket, not wanting to litter, “That’d be really great, honestly, if you’re offering.”

“Yeah,” Tyler laughed, “What’s your name?”

Right, you had forgotten to give it to them. “It’s Y/N.” 

“Well then, Y/N, let’s go then,” Tyler said while putting his own joint out in the same way, but when you held out your hand for his finished piece, he put it there. You shoved it in the pocket with your own, and did the same with Josh’s before the three of you were all but booking it down the alley towards the direction of the Uber on the map. You all stumbled slightly, giggling as the effects of the weed took hold of you all. Though a joint didn’t seem enough to completely inhibit your triad, you could tell they were a lot more relaxed than when you had watched them walk out sober. 

Tyler slid into the Uber first, patting the middle seat for you to get in next. Josh’s hand helped guide you on your back, the touch sending shivers up your now sensitive skin as you hopped in, and then the drummer. The driver wrinkled his nose only slightly at the scent the three of you carried, likely obvious you were high in the way the flavor clung to your tongue and clothes. He didn’t say anything, however, before driving off towards your desired location.

The weed helped conversation flow easier than if it hadn’t been inhaled before. Tyler seemed spacier than Josh, often staring out the window and blinking away a hazy gaze before asking to repeat what you said with a surprised ‘huh?’ here or there that made you grin in amusement. Josh seemed less anxious, his body sprawled as he gestured in the air about things, and laughed brightly at jokes made between you all. Their bodies pressed solid against either side of you, arms radiating a warmth that almost made you too hot in your jacket. You couldn’t help the flush of your cheeks, either, as you realized your situation. Sandwiched tight between two men you couldn’t help but have a slight crush on. 

Your eyes wandered to Tyler as he stared out the window, his gaze wondrous. As if he were seeing the world for the first time. The fluffiness of his hair was toned down with sweat from his show. Tanned skin was warm against full lips as he pursed them, hiding the crooked teeth you knew he had (and found adorable). You could feel the thinness of his arm in comparison to Josh’s, still with muscle but not nearly as much as the drummers. 

As your eyes cast over to Josh, you admired the various tattoos on his tank-top clad body. You felt yourself space out as you stared at his tattoos, admiring each of the patchworks on the side that pressed onto you, knowing his larger sleeve was on the other. If he noticed you staring, he didn’t say anything, probably too wrapped up in the way his hands drummed on his knees as he stared forward in a way that might have been just a little too spacey.

You weren’t sure how long it took to get to the hotel. Time blindness began to blur your vision as the three of you got out, trying your best to appear as sober as you could while you walked through the hotel lobby towards the elevators. You all stood there, waiting for the thing to land on the bottom floor. Thankfully, it was empty as it opened, allowing the three of you to clamber in just as it closed. Tyler looked at you after a moment curiously, “What’s your floor?”

“Three.” You hummed, leaning on the railing inside the elevator as you looked around the metal structure. 

“Same.” Josh laughed, “That’s wild.”

“Almost fate.” Tyler giggled, and you snickered alongside them as he pressed the button.

You don’t know what boldness in you allowed you to say what you did. You decided to blame it on the weed for inhibiting your normal anxiety as you spoke, trying not to make your words sound confusing as they heaved themselves out of your tongue.

“I have some edibles and pipes in my room, it’s smoking. If you guys want anymore, you could swing by and hang out?”

The worst they could say was ‘no’ and then that would be it, really. You’d be able to leave with a story about smoking with Twenty One Pilots and, honestly, that was more than you were expecting on this vacation. Yet as Josh and Tyler looked at one another, a silent communication between friends who had known each other for years, you felt your palms grow sweaty and the small thrum of anxiety formed awkwardly in the back of your skull. 

You felt your shoulders relax as they grinned at one another and shrugged.

“Sure, if you wanna share,” Tyler agreed, and Josh nodded, “Whats your room number.”

You hadn’t actually expected a ‘yes’, if you were behind honest, but the sound of it made your legs weak with excitement and your heart slam inside of your chest as you tried to stop your jaw from dropping in favor of choking out your room.

“Oh, uh, 346.”

“Cool,” Tyler nodded with an equally anxious smile, matching your energy almost as if to reassure you that you weren’t alone, “Give us a bit to shower and stuff, and we’ll be over.”

“G-Great!” Was all you could get out as the elevator door slid open. The three of you stepped out and you watched them wave to you as they headed down the corridor opposite of your room to theirs. You made sure they turned just around the corner before booking it as fast as you could towards you own room, barely making the corner before knocking a decorative table over. 

You fumbled too long with your keycard, making you curse before you flung the door open, eyes wide as you whipped your head around your single hotel room. The mess was obvious, and you felt yourself curse without registering the word as you moved to clean as best as you could. I turned into more flitting around, shoving your suitcase and clothes into a neat pile in the corner. Pulling out the weed you had bought in the nearby dispensary alongside the Nintendo Switch you had brought along from your home for some entertainment. You put the machine by the television before laying out your weed on the nearby desk that came with the room, making sure you forgot nothing as you looked over you collection.

It wasn’t a lot, you had to save money for food, but it was a peanut-butter filled chocolate bar, two small containers of gummies you had gotten on sale, and a grinder alongside your favorite two pipes you had wrapped safely away in your suitcase so they wouldn’t break. 

You then hurried to the shower, washing the sweat of the concert off quickly before sliding on your sleep clothes, doubting the two would care if you wore a pair of sleeping shorts and a loose fitting T-shirt in your own hotel room. There was a beating in your heart as you finally got everything done in a whirlwind you didn’t know you could have. Feeling slightly sober from the shower, though, you made your own way to the gummies and popped three in your mouth. 30mg was about the normal amount you took, but you knew with the tolerance break you had before it would at least stop you from overthinking your situation. 

You had just washed them down with a sip of flat coke from your lunch earlier when there was a knock on the door. Hurriedly you opened it up, smiling as Josh and Tyler appeared behind it. They donned their own casual clothes, Josh in sweatpants and a tank top. Tyler in a loose fitting shirt and basketball shorts. You stepped to the side to let them in. 

“Thanks again,” Josh spoke as he smiled, clearly still a little high from the joint you had offered earlier. LIke you, however, it seemed their showers had sobered them up enough. 

“‘Course,” You grinned, gesturing to the desk as you shut your hotel door, taking care to put the locks on best you could, the paranoia of something walking into what you were doing a little too intense as you did so, “I laid out what I have. I already took a couple edibles, if you want to pass a pipe around at all?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Tyler hummed as he looked over the choices, “How many edibles can we have?”

“As many as what gets you going,” You laughed, “I don’t mind.”

There was a brief, polite series of ‘thanks’ before the two reached out. Both chose a couple squares of the chocolate bar, chewing them up as you grabbed your pipe and grinder, picking one of the strains to load into the helpful little tool. You forgot what you had chosen, asking more for a recommendation at the shop than actually knowing. Space-something, you were sure it was called. 

“I have a Switch, if you want to play something,” You nodded towards the television as you leaned against the desk. The sound of the metal teeth of the grinder scraping across the flower was music as you made sure it was as fine as you could make it. Tyler’s eyes lit up as he grinned, all crooked teeth and sharp canines. It made you flush, and you hoped you could blame it on the shower you had just taken as he stood up to look over the machine eagerly.

“Do you have Mario Party?” He asked, fiddling with the chords to help plug it in.

“Yup.” You emphasized the ‘p’ with an idle pop as you put the grinder down and filled the bowls of each pipe. Josh was at your side as he watched, and you graciously handed over one of them to him. He grabbed a lighter from the desk with a smile at you that made you all the more flustered. Maybe being able to keep your cool with one of you favorite bands was going to be a little more difficult than you thought. Especially when you watched Josh as his muscles flexed against the lighter, his lips curling around the pipe to inhale as the weed lit up on the other end. 

After a few minutes of fiddling, Tyler got the switch plugged in and soon the three of you were passing both pipes between one another with the controllers in your hands. As the weed from the pipes settled in, you felt your cheeks go warm and your mind go fuzzy, the worried thoughts of being with the two band mates fading away from your mind. It felt more, now, like you were hanging out with new friends. You felt like mud as you moved your controller in your hands, giggling at the way your character began to spin around in whatever mini-game was on the screen. You were promptly eliminated, watching Yoshi fall to his death in a pit as you were knocked out of the running, leaving Tyler and Josh to fight for first place.

Tyler had leaned forward, his eyes tinged red and his tongue lathing over dry lips as his fingers pressed the buttons with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. You watched his thumbs move against the little switch remote, fascinated by the way his tan skin sparkled against the color of the console. Your eyes trailed over to his arm then, admiring the tattoos shown off in his loose shirt for a few, spacey moments before you felt a nudge to your opposite side.

You faced Josh, whipping your head too fast and making the room spin. You blinked away your surprise to find him offering you up the pipe with an equally silly grin. The way it stretched against his lips and wrinkled the edges of his eyes was absolutely adorable. You smiled your thanks as you took it, lighting it up with the lighter that he pushed into your hand as you took in the last of the burning weed. You exhaled, realizing how hazy and intense the smell of your night had become in the enclosed room. It was practically a hot box now, making you reach around your arms and roll up the sleeves of your shirt to turn it into a half attempt at a tank top. 

Tyler laughed as he cheered, all but tossing the controller onto the floor as he fell back, losing his balance at the movement. His head fell into the pillows and you burst out laughing despite yourself, looking over at him with a grin, “Little high there, Joseph?”

“Maybe a bit.” He grinned back, sarcasm laced with amusement soupy in his hazed gaze. 

Josh reached to take the pipe from you, muttering something about the edibles hitting and he had to use the restroom. When he stood up, he almost tripped over his own shoes, which had come off along with his socks at some point in the night. Tyler’s had done the same, you realized. How long had you guys been there? Right, you had also taken edibles. The realization had the room spinning as the door to the bathroom closed. You decided to joint Tyler in laying on the bed.

Your heads almost touched at the closeness you shared, your eyes gazing up at the ceiling of the room, trying to ignore the buzzing of the lamps at the side you were using for light. You traced shapes that weren’t there in the growing patterns of the textured walls before your head lolled over to observe Tyler Joseph curiously.

It turned out he was doing the same with you, and your noses touched unexpectedly. 

Surprised, you blew out a little giggle, and he grinned himself as he laughed. The situation was equal parts amusing and…maybe something else, judging by the way he stared at your eyes. You took the opportunity to observe his face up close as well, the closeness lost on you as you traced his jawline with your eyes.

He had a boyish face despite being an adult man, all crooked smiles to match his teeth and soft eyes with bags underneath them. A testament to his poor sleep schedule. In your state, as the edibles hit alongside your flower, you could swear you saw every open pore on his skin with hyper clarity. His lips, so full and puffy, matched the red of his gaze in a way that made you feel like you were looking at some sort of portrait. The sweetest shades of brown danced in his eyes as he looked back at you, neither of you seeming to realize the intensity of your stares. 

“You’re really pretty.” You finally speak, your words unfiltered as you smiled at him, “Like an angel.”

He laughed at this, “You’re pretty too.”

“You think so?” You couldn’t hide the genuine surprise in your tone. Was he seriously calling you pretty when you saw him right now as ethereal? How baffling, even to your soupy mind. 

You barely registered him shifting closer to your. You felt his leg press against yours, bare skin touching and sending a shiver up your spine. Your skin was sensitive in your high, and his mere contact felt like a million fireworks traveling up your spine as he whispered to you, as if trying to keep a secret:

“Yeah…really pretty.”

You didn’t know how it happened, nor who did it first, but you were going to blame it on the weed either way. Soon your lips touched, the kiss hypersensitive and warm as you whimpered against his mouth. He inhaled sharply in his nose, but did not pull away. If anything, the sound urged him to shift slightly forward so that his mouth could latch onto yours more smoothly. You kissed back, the movements of your mouth slow and languid against one another. He tasted like weed and chocolate. You didn’t doubt you were flavored the same as you shifted your hand to touch his torso, clinging to his loose shirt like a lifeline. His legs practically entwined with your own as you awkwardly kissed on your sides, bodies tangling up before you finally separated. 

“...It’s hot.” Was the only thing you could get out of your mouth. It was the truth. Between the both of your your palms had grown sweaty. Your heads glistened with warmth, his reaching his hair and wilting it ever so slightly across his skull. The statement made him nod, swallowing down his dry throat as he reached out to you. His fingers ghosted up your loose shirt, touching at your side curiously. 

He sent fireworks up your spine, and the gasp you let out was unintentional. Yet it spurred him on. It gave the singer confidence to slowly lift the fabric up further on your body. Eventually the both of you sat up, and you held your arms upwards to allow him to slip the loose clothing off of you. It fluttered somewhere on the bed as you exposed your torso to him, sighing in relief as the air became slightly less stuffy without the extra layer. 

Your eyes watched, fascinated as Tyler removed his own shirt, mimicking your noise as he agreed, it was far cooler without one. You couldn’t help but reach out to his chest, fingertips tracing the raised skin of his tattoos idly. There was a strange urge to find markers and color them in. Patterns and shades lit up in your mind as you continued to press against him, and the gentle whimper that it pulled from his lips caught your attention enough to look up.

His lips found your own again, hands reaching around your back to bring you closer to him. Craving the intense contact, you let your legs shift without thinking about it, straddling him as he leaned against the headboard of the bed. There was an urgency to his mouth now as he opened it to lick up your own. Dutifully you allowed your jaw to hang slack, the makeout sloppy but your minds too far gone to particularly care. Especially when his calloused fingertips continued to feel at your exposed sides, touching up further and further until he was dragging his nails down your back. You moaned in appreciation into the kiss, and the vibrations made him sigh as he rolled his hips slightly.

The friction made you jolt, shivering into his mouth as he took it as an invitation to suck your bottom lip between his teeth with a moan of appreciation. You weren't sure how long you both lay there, languidly kissing and pressing your chests tight together in an effort to enjoy the contact, before you heard the toilet flushing and the water of the sink go off. 

Reluctantly you removed your lips from his, feeling the puffiness of your bottom one now in a way that made you lick your lips. Tyler’s eyes followed the movement for a few seconds before he followed your head towards the bathroom entrance. Neither of you registered the thought of probably getting off of one another, especially not when his skin felt so good against your own. You wanted to cling to it like a lifeline. Like it was the only thing grounding you. Stopping you flying into space without warning. Damn, maybe that strain was rightfully named.

Josh came out of the bathroom and stopped near the bed, eyes widening at the sight before him. You almost missed the way his eyes trailed down to your chest before snapping back up, cheeks flushing red with surprise.

“I-uh…” Josh stuttered, words slurring through his own high before he spoke without thinking, “That’s hot?”

Despite the situation, you laughed at his stuttering. Tyler joined you, the both of you all but cackling at the surprise on his face. Despite his redness, Josh couldn’t help but laugh too. The three of you filled the room with giggles, your body falling forward as it gained a new heaviness that you recognized as the edibles hitting, but your mind was far from caring. Not as Tyler’s fingers held you by your hips to keep you steady. Not as your chest pressed hard against his, and you shivered. The noise that escaped you was a satisfied sigh mixed with a whimper that lit up Tyler’s eyes with excitement. 

It wasn’t the only thing excited, however, judging by the hardness against your leg through his shorts. You stifled a gasp, but failed the second you felt him throb with interest. Your realization seemed to make his own cheeks blossom red as he looked up at you, almost apologetic. You responded by biting your lip nervously, shifting your hips down to feel a little bit more of him. You weren’t sure if it was curiosity or not, but the way he moaned at the feeling made your core throb. Tyler threw ihs head back, neck exposed enough for you to watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. 

With no impulse control, you leaned forward and bit at the soft flesh of the singer’s neck. He gasped, and you felt the air leave his jugular as you nibbled and sucked on it. Somewhere to the side, you felt the edge of the bed bend with Josh’s added weight. After a few more seconds of sucking, Tyler mewling as his hips bucked up desperately, you pulled your mouth away and casted your head to the side. You felt it loll a little, bending at an angle against your shoulder that would have been uncomfortable if not for the numbing effect of the sativa in your veins. 

In the midst of kissing the other’s neck, Josh had pulled his tank top off. Your eyes were shameless in the way they scanned his pecs. His joggers did little to hide his own stirring interest. All of your libido’s were heightened by the sensitivity caused by all of the edibles coursing through your veins. You felt on cloud nine. The dreamy haze that surrounded all three of you was obvious as Josh leaned in, his hand finding your leg and giving a squeeze with a large hand that made you shiver. He smiled, lopsided and nervous, but somehow gained the courage to lean forward and kiss you as well. 

His movements were slower than Tyler’s were, less inclined to take the lead and rather letting you set the pace. You weren’t sure what beat to move to, so you simply sat there kissing back, finding the back of his neck to kiss a little longer before separating with a wet ‘pop’ of your mouth. What was once dry now had you salivating as you gazed between the two men. 

There was a long silence hanging between all three of you, but your mind could only focus on the arousal between your legs and the throbbing of Tyler under his shorts. He brought your attention back on him with long fingers sliding just under the hem of your shorts. 

“Um..Can we…?” He whispered it, as if afraid of rejection. At his question, Josh leaned in curiously, waiting for your response. Wanting in on what was (hopefully) about to happen.

Your mind was foggy, and you probably shouldn’t have been making full decisions like this. Yet your head reeled at the way your favorite band was looking at you, with Tyler’s eyes full of lust and Josh’s full of hope. Biting your lip, you gave a slow nod of approval, “Y-Yeah. God yes. Please.”

It was all they needed. 

Tyler’s hands slid fully into your shorts now, gripping at the flesh of your as as he pushed you down against him, grinding in between your legs with a light moan. You whimpered as you felt his cock through his shorts, grinding on your most sensitive spots. Your clit nudged against the fabric of your shorts, making you gasp and reach out to put your hands on either side of him on the headboard. Your hips moved of their own accord now, grinding into him with a desperation you weren’t aware you were holding inside of you.

“Hn,” He moaned out, matching the pace of your hips, “I-hn-I w-wanna-ahh-Please.”

You slowed the roll of your hips enough to step off of him. While he struggled to pull his pants down, you felt a gentle hand guide you in the opposite direction. Josh bit his lip as you faced him, eyeing your chest for a few moments before you reached out to his free hand. Guiding it to your chest, he gave it a firm squeeze, making you whimper as the callouses on his thumb glided over your sensitive nipple. He inhaled sharply before leaning forward, capturing you in a slightly rougher kiss than before. His hand did not stop fondling you as he kissed, and you could practically hear the desperation in his gentle huffs and moans against your mouth. 

New hands wrapped around your waist now, and Tyler’s lips found your neck. Uneven teeth nibbled on the junction between neck and shoulder, sharp canine scraping in a way that sent goosebumps up your spine. While Josh cared for your upper half, Tyler’s hands snuck into the waistband of your shorts. You wondered how a man could have such long fingers, but the thought dissipated when you felt him touch your clit.

You gasped, pulling away from Josh to lean your head back and whimper out a moan. This encouraged Tyler to keep on going, making slow and lazy movements on the sensitive nub as Josh stood to kick his shorts and boxer off onto the floor. You opened your eyes long enough to see his dick spring free of its confines, and he gave a sweet moan at the relief he felt as he took himself into his hand.

He was hard and throbbing, practically desperate as the tip dribbled with precum that he gathered into his palm and used to pump his length. The sight was messy and erotic, no doubt his own high making him extra sensitive. Tyler took your unguarded movements as an opportunity to curl his fingers downwards so he pushed two into your soaked cunt.

“Shit,” He moaned as he peered over your shoulder, hot breath fanning your cheek as his dick pressed into your back, “S-So wet…Jesus.” 

You whimpered at his words, embarrassment fueling your cheeks as he lazily fingered you, exploring every inch of your insides as he did so. After a few minutes of the lazy, spaced out movements he pulled his fingers out, staring wide-eyed at the slick that stuck to them. You bit your lip as you watched him eye your wetness with fascination before sticking his fingers out to Josh in awe.

“Dude, look at this,” He said, as if he was showing his best friend an amazing piece of art. Josh watched as Tyler separated his two fingers, and a string of your slick connected both for a few moments before breaking, leaking further down his knuckles as he moved them. The low, breathy moan that broke out of Josh was indescribably hot, making your head reel as you smiled at him, your lips quirked and your body heavy as you shut your eyes for a few moments, almost tired as your high ate away at your mind. As you reveled in the attention the two were giving you.

A hand pressed to your leg, making you half open your eyes to find Josh on his knees on the edge of the bed, gripping your leg with a desperate look. Tyler took it upon himself to being lowering your shorts down your legs, and you lifted your hips so Josh could finish the job of throwing them with his own clothes onto the floor. All three of you were naked now, your bodies all showing obvious signs of arousal as Josh peered past you to Tyler, then back at you.

He looked really good on his knees.

Biting your lip, you spread your legs slightly to allow him access to your core. Josh took the opportunity to lean forward, hands dragging your hips for a better angle. The movement made you yelp and lose your balance, practically falling back into Tyler’s lap. He shuffled back awkwardly onto the bed until you were laying horizontal, your head on the singer’s lap while your legs dangled off of the bed. Josh’s breath ghosted over you, making you shiver and whimper. 

Next to you, Tyler’s cock practically rested on your cheek, and you could feel the heat radiating off of it as it throbbed. Precum fell from his tip, coating the top of it. He was long, longer than you had expected, and your eyes widened as he gripped it to stroke it next to you. For a moment he paused, then gently tilted it to the side. It rested on your cheek again pressing into your skin as he practically used it as friction. As some sort of relief. The thought made you moan. 

Braver in the situation then you’d ever be sober, you stuck your tongue out to lick what you could on its side, suckling softly on the flesh. It tasted salty, the velvet texture strange on your tongue. HIs breath hitched, a whimpery moan falling from his mouth as you kissed his shaft with lazy movements. 

“W-wait, wait, wait-” He gasped, ��H-Hold on. Hold on a sec.”

He moved himself from under you, and you were laying horizontal. Peering downwards, you saw Josh waiting as he watched Tyler’s movements, spacey, as if he forgot what he had been doing. 

Tyler’s hand reached out then, tilting your head to the side. Your muscles followed dutifully as you came face to face with the head of his cock. Your mouth watered, your mind blank as you took in each detail of it, from the tip to each vein lining its sides. There was a long pause as the three of you spaced out for just a little bit. Eventually, biting his lip, Tyler shifted forward to nudge the head of his cock against your slightly parted lips. You felt your mouth open slowly, allowing him to gently slide in.

He moaned as he did so, the feeling of your hot, wet tongue gently licking what it could within your mouth heaven on his skin. Your jaw, slack and relaxed from the substances inside of you, took a majority of his dick easily before you gagged. Your throat contracted around him as you did so, and he whimpered out a soft, almost reluctant, ‘sorry’ before pulling out slightly. He went into a series of shallow, quick thrusts that put nearly half of his dick into your mouth with an ease you had never expected to actually have.

“Fuck.” You heard between your legs, and suddenly Josh’s breath was warm on your clit. When you felt the first long, broad lick from your taint and through your folds, you moaned. The vibrations went up Tyler’s dick, and he practically cried out as his thrusts grew faster. One hand was on the back of your head, holding you neatly still while he sped up, biting his lip as he did so. Concentration was clear, even in his hazy eyes, as he looked down at you. As he watched you swallow each inch of his dick with teary eyes looking back at him. 

Josh tongued your clit, making you squirm under him. Strong arms soon wrapped around your upper thigh, locking you in place. Preventing you from going anywhere as Josh stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside of you, tasting each gush of your insides as you grew more and more desperate. The feeling felt like heaven. Drool and cum leaked down your ass and onto the floor of the hotel room, but the care of where it went was long forgotten. 

The three of you went on like this for a little while longer, the movements slow and reverential. As if they were savoring every moment of your body that they could. Your eyes felt hazy as you gripped at the sheets beneath you for dear life, curling them hard in your vice-like fingers. Beneath you, you felt Josh moan before dragging one of your legs over his thigh, sinking his tongue deeper into you while his nose bumped your clit. You cried around Tyler’s dick, overstimulated from all of the attention catching up to your as your mind spun. Tears sprung in your eyes, and below you the tell tale sound of Josh jerking his dick off in his free hand echoed above Tyler’s messy moans.

You didn’t last long before you came around Josh’s tongue, your insides gushing out as you squirted hard across his face. You moaned and squealed as he worked his tongue deeper in you, lapping up every drop of your mess. Determined to swallow each drop. The vibration of your surprised release soon sent Tyler over the edge. He shoved your head down slightly, holding it in place as his cock throbbed. You felt long, sticky ropes of cum fill your mouth, but your slack jaw had a hard time registering the need to swallow. Instead he filled your mouth until it leaked around his cock, spilling with drool from either side of your lips and sliding up your nose just enough to make you cough and splutter. 

Soon Josh followed, pulling up from your core to take a deep breath, grunting through gritted teeth as he came across his hand and onto the side of the bed with a shaky sigh. 

Tyler slipped his dick from your mouth, and you felt his cum slide out of your throat and onto the bed, soaking the sheets as you gasped and spluttered for air. His eyes widened at the sight of you as his dick softened slowly, his release satisfying it.

“Oh, damn,” He murmured in surprise, “‘M so sorry. Uh. Here.” 

He stood up, almost tumbling down in the process, before making his way naked towards the complimentary beverages near the hotel mini-fridge. Gripping a water bottle, he opened it up with shaky hands and handed it to you before sitting on the edge of the bed and heaving out a long sigh. 

Josh stood up and sat on the other side of you, both men shakily moving you up as your head spun. You could barely bring the water to your mouth to take a sip, swishing it a couple of times before swallowing it down. You coughed again, wiping your nose as some cum fell from it, making you make a face of confusion. As if you forgot your throat and nose were connected (you had forgotten). 

“Sorry,” Tyler apologized again, his voice heavier with exhaustion now, “I thought you’d swallow.”

“Well, I’ve never had a guy come in my mouth before,” You managed with a laugh, as hoarse as it sounded. You took another sip of water as Tyler laughed, unable to make any other sound as he fell backwards onto the bed. The mattress shook as he grunted. Josh heaved himself on the other side, sandwiching you between them both as you put the water bottle down between your messy thighs, enjoying the coolness the liquid brought to your burning skin. 

“That was,” Josh thought for a moment as he tried to find a word to describe it, “Great.”

“Great?” Tyler repeated, his voice amused. 

“Great!” Josh repeated, more enthusiastic. You laughed at him then, covering your mouth as you coughed through your now sore throat. The other two laughed with you, bubbly and bemused as they relaxed. Tyler was back to staring at the ceiling now, his eyes spacy with the afterglow of sex. Without thinking, you leaned over to rest your head on Josh’s broad shoulder, to which he let you with no complaints. 

“Man,” Tyler exhaled, facing you with awe in his eyes, “Can we get high with you again sometime?”

You smiled at him from Josh’s shoulder, doing your best to shrug without moving.

“I’m here all week.”

“Well,” Josh laughed as he rested his head on top of yours sleepily, “I guess we can stay a little bit longer…Right?”

“Yeah,” Tyler exhaled, “I’m down for that.”

You grinned, “Want another pipe?”

“Yes.” They answered in unison, and you laughed despite yourself. 

Yeah, a week off was a good idea. 

[z0mbiekisses]

Short imagine/one shot of Josh and reader where she’s the videographer for a festival they’re playing and he sees her and asks her to come backstage and they go from friends to lovers over the week long festival. Maybe on the last day he asks her to continue on tour with them?

Hehe I need someone to write my requests while I write other requests 😁😁

HELLOO P!! 🤗 thank you sm for being my first request i’m sooo excited!! hopefully it’s not too long 😅 if it wasn’t for your work i don’t think i’d ever have the motivation to write so just know your work doesn’t go unnoticed && i’ll always write your requests 🫡

as for anyone else reading this i hope you enjoy this as well!!(: i haven’t wrote an imagine in so longgg, so hopefully it’s good!! my requests are open 🫶!

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VIDEOTAPE !

i’ve always loved filming. whether it was my friends goofing around or my cats simply existing in their space peacefully. i love just being able to capture the moment then and there. i also love music. concerts are my number one happy place. who knew that two of my favorite things could turn into a career?

i was doing an apprenticeship for this photography company. this week, i’m going to the music festival the town did every summer. except this time i’m able to be the videographer for one of the main stages! i was stoked to say the least.

it was the first day, i spent the morning helping set up the stage i’ll be filming for the next 6 days. since this stage was more for the “bigger acts.” no one was scheduled to perform till 3. after i was done, i went to explore the festival a bit before i was gonna be stuck at the same stage for hours. as i was grabbing a drink, i noticed a guy next to me in line at the taco truck. his hair was black with red underneath it. his black tanktop showing off his colorful tattoos. he must've noticed me staring. he looked over and flashed a smile at me. it was contiguous, i instantly smiled back at him before my drink was handed to me. i walked away hoping i'd run into this handsome stranger. that i'd find him in the crowd of thousands of people..

the only downside to being a videographer is not being able to dance around to the music. i had to make sure my videos were the best quality, trying hard to catch the peak moments of each artist's set. however, i was able to be in front of the crowd. only people in my section were other photographers/videographers and security. it was also nice hearing new music. most of the bands i was familiar with were playing later in the festival. and luckily for me i only work two nights. the last band set to play was about to come on. i looked behind me and saw the crowd double in size. whoever was about to play must be popular. a red light came on the stage, shining on a guy wearing a ski mask. i watched as he walked over to the drum kit on the stage. people in the crowd were screaming. i listened to the drummer, he was one of the best so far. i then eventually the singer came on stage, also wearing a ski mask. and the music started blaring. let me tell you, these guys knew how to put on a show. it was the hardest set yet for me to NOT dance and jump around. eventually the drummer took off his ski mask, and it was the same guy i saw in line. during the show he recognized me and smiled. which i made sure to get on film, even though it caught me off guard that he even remembered me from our brief interaction.

this show was my favorite to film. these guys knew how to put on hell of a show. some of my best footage came from their set. i quickly learned the drummer's name was 'josh dun." who i admired the whole night. his eyes would seem to find me, making sure to flash a grin or do some sort of pose for me..and the camera of course. and every time i felt my heart flutter. their set was over and as i was getting ready to head back to my tent a security guard caught my attention. he said i was asked to be somewhere. i had not a clue where they were dragging me to. nonetheless, i hopped on the golf cart, making sure to film the different bright neon displays that shined through the dark open field. they brought me to a fancy tent. it was huge, there was a soft glow from all of the fairy lights. giving a nice soft ambience. i began to fidget with the rings on my fingers. still unsure on what this place is and why i was here. until the same guy with black and red hair came up to greet me. i somehow felt relieved yet so much more nervous.

“i hope this is okay, i wanted to talk to you but i didn’t want to hope that i’d run into you again.”, josh chuckled nervously.

“duh, who doesn’t like backstage passes.”, i laughed softly. hoping i wasn’t making a fool out of myself.

“i’m josh by the way.”, he smiled once again. reaching out his hand.

“y/n”, i shook his hand. i looked up into his brown eyes. i was admiring his features, from his long eyelashes to his soft lips. i looked away to prevent myself from looking like a total creep. he brought me over to one of the many couches and sat with me. we talked about our careers, and what made us chose them. i enjoyed listening to him talk about something he was passionate about. the way his eyes would squint up whenever he got excited. i barely know this man.. but good god. i thought he looked good on stage, glistened in sweat & his hair damp. but seeing him get so happy was so attractive.

i spent the next 24 hours thinking about josh dun. i sadly didn’t run into him the next day at the festival, but my work was able to occupy MOST of my mind. however it was officially the 3rd day, and my first day off duty. i traded my athletic leisure for something more festival appropriate. i decided on a short sparkly black dress that had silver moon & stars printed over it. as i was walking around the festival that night, i felt someone tap my shoulder. which honestly scared me a little bit until i turned around and saw josh.

“sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you.”, josh must’ve noticed me jump. i wrapped my arms around him. normally i’m not big on hugs. but once again, there was something about him.

“i missed you pretty girl.”, he mumbled against my neck. i couldn’t hide my blush as i pulled away. we talked about our plans yesterday and how we just barley missed an encounter with each other every time. i brought him over to charli xcx’s set. i was nervous he was going to be one of those guys who just stands there and silently judges you for dancing. but josh jumped up and down with me, in my mind it was just me & him. he occasionally would hold onto my waist from behind as we danced together. which flooded my stomach with butterflies. afterwards, i followed him to the stage where one of his favorite bands were playing; death cab for cutie. he held my way the whole way through as we navigated the crowds. josh was also able to get us into vip, which i’ve been in before for work. but this was so much better. being able to relax and really enjoy the music. josh’s hands never left mines. i felt safe besides him. i smiled as i watched him sing along to the music, clearly enjoying himself. of course, i had to get it on camera. to which josh started singing to when he finally noticed. i never wanted this night to end. josh walked me back to where my cab was. i looked up at him for a moment. i wanted to kiss him. everything in that moment was screaming at me to do so. but i was so worried about messing things up that i just stared at him.

“i had so much fun with you tonight, you’re really cool y/n.”, i smiled sweetly at josh’s compliment.

“thanks, you’re not too bad yourself joshua.”, i responded which earned a chuckle from josh. we continued to look at each other, not wanting to leave but unsure what to do next.

“maybe i could have your number? you know, so you can send me that video of me singing.”, josh tried to play it off. i giggled and typed my number in his phone.

the fourth day, i decided to go for a more spacey look. i wore a silver shimmery dress & i put star glitter in my space buns. of course, i met up with josh again. who i got to match with me. he was wearing a white t-shirt with an alien on it.

“you look better each time i see you i don’t get it.”, josh’s compliment made my cheeks heat up. it was almost embarrassing the effect this man had on me. but i didn’t mind it. we ran around the festival, trying random foods & messing around with the different photo ops. we even met up with his bandmate, tyler and his girlfriend jenna. me and her instantly clicked, as if we were best friends in another universe. it was amazing, i never thought this would happen. eventually we parted ways and josh dragged me to the goo goo dolls set. our hands still intertwined. i closed my eyes and moved side to side as i listened to iris, one of my favorite songs. josh pulled me in closer to his side. i looked up at him, meeting his warm brown eyes again.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that right y/n?”, i bit my lip slightly trying to surpress the huge grin on my face. before i could say anything else i could feel josh leaning into me. his lips met mine and my heart was practically beating out my chest. i wasted no time running my hair through his soft curls. josh grabbed my waist and pulled me in closer to him. i dreamed of moments like these. we both had the biggest smiles on our face as we pulled away. josh walked me to my cab again, josh was telling me they were going to start their tour soon. i felt sad. sure, maybe it was naive of me to think this could be anything long term. but this week had been so amazing, the thought of it being over hurt. and knowing josh would be gone for months hurt even more. there was a bit of silence as we were walking, i didn’t have much to say this time around. josh stopped me, holding my hands in front of him.

“okay this may sound crazy, you can say no.”, josh warned me. i could tell he was nervous to ask me. i watched his face as he tried to find the words in his head.

“we need a videographer for our tour, our usual one wife just had a baby so.. would you be interested in being our videographer?”, my face lit up.

“yes!”, i exclaimed. i hugged josh tightly. he spun me around as we giggled together out of excitement. josh kept his arms around me & pulled me in again. our lips crashing together. i was looking forward to having more moments like these over the next 4 months.

[dietcokeangel2004]

Draco x reader

She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive, she's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire, she's the tear in my heart, take me higher, than I've ever been.

~ Tear in my heart by Twenty One Pilots

[wwisteriiaa]

Matchmaking

Tyler Joseph x F!reader ( blurry face era )

Warnings: None :)

Authors note: I’d appreciate it if you guys request stuff! Check out my other work of Tyler if you can! I’m also writing a story on wattpad which it’s posted on my profile! :) anyway Enjoy!

You were Marks best friend since you guys were young, so when Tyler made Mark an creative director and other sorts Mark only had one request, to give you a job, so you were made the bands photographer and social media manager on their band page.

You were thankful for Mark to give you this opportunity to show your photography, and it was a great way to get out there which wasn’t bad as you’ve gotten a lot of request to do photos for weddings and birthday party’s and photo shoots since posting with the band.

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Here you were taking photos of Josh and Tyler as they messed around behind the scenes of a music video for their new album Blurryface, you were laughing as Josh playfully bothered Mark with dumb questions. You were close with the boys it took while for you to warm up to them as you were only use to Marks presence as you guys grew up together but you warmed up to Tyler and Josh and they made sure that it was a friendship between all of you guys not just a work relationship.

You walked up to Josh’s drums and took a photo on your photo of Josh hitting the drum kit with his drum kit, “ Looking rocking in that photo right? Y/n ” Josh joked as you laughed and showed him the photo as he fist bumped the air “ Oh hell yeah! ” he said as you posted the photo.

“ Oh Y/n I gotta question? ” Josh said as he placed the drum sticks down, you turned your head to look at him, “ What’s up! ” you said as he smiled, “ A friend of mine wanted to know if you wanted to go on a blind date tonight? ” Josh asked, you thought for a minute, it was either go home and watch movies in bed dressed in Pajamas or take a risk and go on the blind date. You nodded, “ Sure why the hell not. ” You said with a smile as Josh nodded his plan working so far, “ I’ll text you the location. ” he added as you nodded and walked off.

Josh soon Motioned Tyler over to his drum kit, “ Hey a friend of mine wanted to know if you wanted to go on a blind date tonight with them. You know the suspense. I promise it’s no crazy fan. ” Josh asked Tyler as Tyler shrugged and nodded, “ Uh yeah sure, where? ” Tyler asked as Josh smirked, “ Uh The Refectory Restaurant at 6. ” Josh said as Tyler thought about it, “ yeah sure I’ll do it. But if it goes bad you owe me. ” Tyler told Josh as He nodded quickly understanding Tyler’s words.

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The day went by quick for you, Josh already sending you the place and time to be there, you were at home getting ready settling in on wearing a nice Red dress of yours with cute boots you had.

You quickly walked out your apartment on time but also early around 6:50 you got to the restaurant and went in and sat at a table with a glass of wine just waiting on the blind date.

Tyler soon showed up wearing nice close to the restaurant and walking in looking around, he got a table not Far from you not even noticing you were here.

You sat there for a little bit and when it hit 7:20 you messaged Josh, “ Where is this dude at? ” You messaged as Josh sent back a smiley face, you stared at the text with a confused face before looking around the restaurant till your eyes landed on Tyler.

You sat there shocked, Josh was really trying to set you up with Tyler, Josh knew your crush on Tyler but it was small and never noticeable infront of people because you kept everything professional for the sake of yourself and to not ruin the friendship you guys made.

Tyler sat there waiting looking around till he saw you staring, Tyler’s face had a smile and waved you to come over, you grabbed your wine glass and told the waitress you were changing tables because you found your date. You walked to the table, “ Hey! Y/n what are you doing here? ” Tyler asked as you shrugged, “ Josh said he had a blind date for me that’s why I’m here, though it seems I was stood up but I wasn’t expecting you to be here also waiting for someone! ” He continued.

You signed and laughed as you sat across from him sipping your wine, “ Yeah I was also here for a blind date. ” you laughed a bit shrugging, you soon got a text, Tyler looking at his own phone seeing as he got a text too in a group chat with Him, Mark and Josh and you, “ Enjoy your date! ” Josh sent with a smile as Mark sent a photo of you two at the booth from outside. You groaned embarrassed.

“ they are idiots. ” you whispered softly as Tyler sat there confused before understanding, “ You were my blind date? ” He said as You nodded, “ I kinda figured since it would be weird since Josh set us up to the same restaurant and on blind dates. ” you said as you sat your phone down.

“ I can leave though and we don’t have to speak of this again? ” You said as Tyler shook his head, “ No it’s fine, I’d love to have dinner with you. ” Tyler said with a sweet smile looking at you.

“ I just thought it would be weird, we work together and you know. ” You said as he continued to shake his head a small laugh coming out his mouth, “ Y/n I’ve liked you for awhile I think that’s why Josh did this, and I’m kinda grateful for it because I definitely wouldn’t have had the balls to do it. ” Tyler joked as you smiled, your heartbeat beating faster as you learned Tyler had the same feelings as you, “ I like you Too Tyler, like actually had a small crush on you. ” you laughed.

Tyler smiled and nodded, “ well let’s good to know, well let’s start this date then. ” Tyler said as the waitress came over to take your guys orders.

[viiv-westwood]

"For you, i would get beat to smithereens," i say as I look at Gojo Satoru with heart eyes