#reader x twenty one pilots

[oldiesstationlover11607]

HI BESTIEEEE

okay okay. idea. joshs sister reader x tyler.

kinda like the sai!josh x tylers sister reader one where theyd been sevretly dating.

same kinda premise but like josh is realy realllyyy not okay with tyler dating his sister, like itd been a big nono since he inteoduced them to each other. but one night they both like bonded over something and the connection kept going. then josh finds out whem he comes into her room quickly for something he left and sees tyler in her bed and he freaks out thinking they slept together. they have to explain that theyd been dating for a while (like lonnngg while) and josh gets super angry.

ik the josh x reader one had a happy ending.. maybe this one ends angstily or not good at all. you can decide. love your work <33

HAVE A GOOD DAY!!🧡🧡

Off Limits - Tyler Joseph x Dun!Reader

Warnings: Panic attacks and angst/argument between Josh and reader

Word Count: 2331

A/N: As soon as I saw this request I started chucking out ideas of how they met, Tyler helping her through anxiety and mental health struggles, them blasting music in the car, basically being perfect for each other. Poor Josh tho...

It was one of those rare quiet nights in LA, where the city’s usual noise was replaced by an almost eerie calm. The kind of stillness that makes you hyper aware of every breath you take, every beat of your heart. I lay in bed, staring at the TV that flickered in the corner of my room, barely paying attention to whatever show was on. My mind was too crowded to focus on anything.

Tyler had been at the studio all day, and I knew he’d be coming home late. Josh had been there, too, working on drum takes for Blurryface—their latest obsession, the album that had consumed their lives. Mine, too. But tonight, the emptiness in the house felt different. Maybe it was because I was too restless, or maybe it was the weight of the secret that I carried every day. The one that Tyler and I carried together.

Two years. Two years of hiding. Two years of stolen moments. Two years of lying to my brother.

My brother had introduced us at a party back when Vessel was starting to gain traction. I still remember that night—Josh had been so excited to show me off to his bandmate, like I was some prized possession. I’d tried to be cool, tried not to let on that I was immediately fascinated by Tyler’s tattoos, his quiet demeanor, the way he seemed so different from the crowd. But I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought.

Josh pulled me aside that night, his expression dark. I can still hear his words, sharp and cutting: “Stay away from him. He’s off-limits. You can’t have him, okay? You have to promise me.”

And because I didn’t want to lose my brother, because I didn’t want to make him angry, I promised. I promised I wouldn’t fall for Tyler, that I wouldn’t get involved with him.

But here I was, two years later, breaking that promise every single day.

I pulled the covers up to my chin, trying to shake the feeling of unease that had settled in my chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with Tyler—I loved him more than I’d ever thought possible. He was the only person who really understood me, especially during the roughest period of my life. He’d been there for me when everything else fell apart. But the guilt gnawed at me every day. I hated lying to Josh. I hated sneaking around. Most of all, I hated the feeling that this was all going to blow up in our faces one day.

I heard the front door open and close softly, followed by Tyler’s familiar footsteps padding down the hallway. My heart lifted at the sound, the tension in my chest easing slightly. A moment later, he slipped into the room, his presence instantly bringing a sense of calm. Just seeing him made everything feel a little less heavy.

He looked exhausted—worn out from hours of recording, his dark hair tousled from the day. His eyes, though heavy-lidded with fatigue, softened when he saw me. He kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the bed next to me with a sigh.

“Rough day?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, afraid to disturb the quiet between us.

He let out a deep breath, rolling onto his side to face me. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice low and tired. “I don’t even know what time it is anymore. It’s all blending together.”

I nodded, reaching up to brush a stray curl away from his forehead. “It felt like that during Vessel too. It’ll get easier.”

His eyes met mine, and for a moment, the weight of everything we had been hiding seemed to hang between us. But then Tyler leaned in, gently kissing my forehead, lingering there for a second longer than usual. It was soft, comforting—the kind of kiss that didn’t need words. It was enough to make the world feel a little smaller, a little more bearable.

“Being here with you… it’s the only thing that makes sense right now,” he murmured against my skin.

I smiled at that, my heart swelling. “I feel the same.”

Tyler shifted closer, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his chest. I rested my head against him, the steady thump of his heartbeat soothing the chaos in my mind. He kissed the top of my head, his lips brushing through my hair, and I felt myself melt into him, the weight of the day slipping away.

“You’ve got to be tired,” I said softly, my fingers tracing the patterns of his tattoos across his chest.

“I am,” he admitted, his voice a little drowsy now. “But I’m always good when I’m with you.” His hand moved up my back, fingers gently brushing the skin there, and I could feel his love in every movement, in every touch.

“Sometimes I wish we didn’t have to keep hiding like this,” I confessed quietly, not sure where the words were coming from. “I hate lying to Josh. I hate that this is all so complicated.”

Tyler sighed, his thumb stroking soothing circles on my side. “I know. I hate it too. But… I don’t know how else we can do this without hurting him. I just need more time to figure it out.” He kissed the top of my head again, this time lingering a little longer, as if he could press his understanding into me through the warmth of his lips.

I lifted my head slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you… but I don’t want to lose Josh either.”

Tyler’s gaze softened, his eyes filled with that quiet understanding I’d grown to love. “You won’t lose either of us,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “We’ll find a way. We always do.”

He leaned in then, his lips brushing against mine, a soft, tender kiss that made everything else fade into the background. I kissed him back, my hand resting against his cheek as I let myself fall into the moment, into the safety of him.

When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads rested together, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Tyler’s fingers traced down my arm, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words a soft promise between us. “I’ve got you.”

My heart fluttered at his words, the love I felt for him swelling inside me. I kissed him again, this time slower, more deliberate. I wanted him to feel everything I couldn’t always say out loud.

“I love you too,” I whispered against his lips, my voice breaking just a little. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tyler smiled, pressing another soft kiss to my lips before settling back into the bed, pulling me even closer into his chest. His hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, resting gently on the skin of my back, the warmth of his touch grounding me.

“For now, let’s just focus on this,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Right here. Just us.”

I nodded, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Wrapped up in Tyler’s arms, with his heartbeat beneath my ear and his soft breaths lulling me into a sense of safety, it felt like for just a little while, the outside world didn’t exist.

The worry about Josh, the guilt that gnawed at me every day—it all seemed to fade in the warmth of Tyler’s embrace. Here, like this, I could pretend that everything was going to be okay.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, it was morning. The sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Tyler was still asleep next to me, his arm draped over my waist. I watched him for a moment, feeling that familiar mix of love and guilt twist inside of me. He looked so peaceful, so unlike the Tyler everyone saw on stage or in the studio. This was a Tyler only I knew—the one who was soft, thoughtful, and quiet in the way he cared for me.

I shifted slightly, trying to disentangle myself without waking him, but before I could, the door burst open with a loud thud.

“Hey, have you seen my—”

Josh’s voice cut through the air, and the moment he laid eyes on us, everything seemed to freeze. My heart dropped into my stomach. Tyler stirred beside me, blinking awake, but I could already feel the tension crackling in the air. This was it. This was the moment I’d been dreading.

Josh stood there in the doorway, his face pale with shock. For a second, it was like he couldn’t even process what he was seeing. But then, his expression twisted into something darker—betrayal, anger, hurt—all at once.

“What the hell is this?” His voice was loud, harsher than I’d ever heard it before.

Tyler sat up slowly, his movements cautious, but I could already see the storm brewing behind Josh’s eyes.

“Josh, wait, it’s not what you—” I started, but my voice faltered.

Josh’s eyes flicked to me, filled with disbelief and fury. “You swore to me! You swore you wouldn’t—” He looked between us, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might break. “How long?”

His voice cracked on those last two words, and I couldn’t find the strength to answer. I felt frozen in place, my heart racing, panic rising in my throat.

Tyler finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Josh, we’ve been together for a while. We didn’t mean to lie to you—”

“A while?” Josh’s voice was shaking now, disbelief mixed with fury. “How long, Tyler?”

Tyler glanced at me, and I knew we couldn’t hide it anymore. “Two years,” he said quietly.

Josh’s face drained of color. He stared at us like we’d ripped his heart out. “Two years? You’ve been lying to me for two fucking years?” His voice rose, cracking at the edges. “You’re my sister. You’re supposed to have my back! I told you not to—”

He stepped forward, his body tense with anger, and instinctively, I flinched. I didn’t even realize I’d done it until he stopped, his eyes widening. For a split second, the anger on his face shifted to something else. 

“You were supposed to stay away from him,” he said, his voice lower now, but still filled with anger. “You knew what this would do to us. And you still…” He trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.

I wanted to explain, to tell him how much I loved Tyler, how this wasn’t some betrayal. But the words wouldn’t come. All I could feel was the crushing weight of Josh’s anger, the way it radiated off him in waves.

“Josh, it’s not like that,” I finally managed to say, my voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. But Tyler—he’s been there for me in ways you wouldn’t understand. I needed him.”

“Needed him?” Josh repeated, his eyes narrowing. “What about me? I’m your brother. I’m supposed to be the one you go to.”

“I–I…” I turned to Tyler before stepping towards Josh, but my legs felt shaky, my chest tightening as the familiar sense of panic started to creep in. I could feel my breath catching, like I couldn’t get enough air. I’d been here before—too many times. I could feel the panic attack coming on, but I didn’t know how to stop it.

Josh’s eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I saw his anger flicker, replaced by confusion. “What the hell is going on with you?”

“I—” My voice came out strangled, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, my hands shaking. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The walls felt like they were closing in.

Tyler was beside me in an instant, his arm around my shoulders, trying to steady me. “Josh, stop. She’s having a panic attack.”

Josh’s face softened with shock, but it was too late. The room was spinning, my heart racing too fast. I couldn’t control it. I could hear Tyler’s voice, calm and steady, trying to guide me through it, but Josh was still standing there, frozen, watching me fall apart.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as the tears finally broke free. “I didn’t mean to—”

Tyler’s voice was in my ear, soft and comforting. “It’s okay. You’re okay. Just breathe.”

But I wasn’t okay. I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Josh’s face, the anger and hurt I’d caused. The way he looked at me like I was someone he didn’t even recognize anymore.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I sobbed, trying to get the words out, but they felt empty. “Josh, please…”

“I’m sorry,” Josh said, his voice small now, filled with regret. “I didn’t know—I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

But it didn’t matter anymore. The damage was done. The weight of everything we’d kept hidden, everything we’d tried to protect, had finally come crashing down.

And now, I didn’t know if we could ever put the pieces back together.

Josh left, and the silence he left behind was almost unbearable. Tyler held me, rocking gently as I cried, but even his presence couldn’t fix the shattered pieces of what I’d broken.

After what felt like hours, my sobs finally subsided, leaving me hollow, exhausted.

“He’s going to hate me forever,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Tyler kissed the top of my head, his voice soft and steady. “He won’t. He’ll need time, but he won’t hate you.”

But I wasn’t sure I believed him.

We sat there, tangled in each other’s arms, the weight of what had happened settling heavily over us. Tyler held me, and I held onto him, but deep down, I knew that some things couldn’t be fixed. Not easily.

Not this time.

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[distracted-milkshake]

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

[rabidty]

m so sad that the tyler/josh x reader writers died off i miss x readers sm it’s not even funny :((

[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.

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This was inspired by the lyrics "you look so pretty when you're passing out from all of the tension" from Streets of LA by Ayesha Erotica hehe. I also just wanted to write subby Tyler cuz omg, you can't tell me that man is a top only, not possible -☆

[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.

[s1ushyz]

A genuine question, I used to write a lot of fanfics on this account (all deleted now) and I was wondering if maybe I should start that up again but with bands I like? (Ex, fob,mcr,tøp, ect) would anyone be willing to see that? 👀

[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.

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REQUESTS OPEN

[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.

[fairlylocalkatiee]

Guys… blurry face choking fic anyone ANYONEEEEEEE

STOPPPPP AHHHH one like and I write this smut

[squiidiot]

save me tyler from the level of concern music video!! save meee

[sm1ther33ns]

Something New (Tyler Joseph x Reader x Josh Dun)

Title; Something New Pairing; Tyler Joseph x AFAB!Reader x Josh Dun Rating: Explicit CW; Smut, Anal Sex, Threesome, Double Penetration

summary; You've been wanting to try something with Josh and Tyler for a while now, and when you finally get the courage to ask them, it's almost surprising how fast they agree to give it a shot.

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You had asked Tyler and Josh the question anxiously at first. Your fingers fiddling with one another, picking at your hangnails as you mumble the words with a red flush to your cheeks. You had needed to repeat yourself, your words too soft and fast in the first pass of the request for them to even consider what it was. When you stuttered it out again, though, their reactions weren’t fully what you expected.

You didn’t expect Tyler’s eyebrows to raise, a hot flush on his face while Josh’s smile was delighted, warm and wide with a spark of something deep beneath brown eyes. He had such beautiful brown eyes. You couldn’t help but admire them when you were all together. His perfect teeth shimmered through parted lips. If he had a tail, it would probably be wagging in your direction, he looked like a kid on Christmas. The thought of being a present for him to unwrap made you shiver.

“Are you sure it’s what you want?” Tyler asked, hesitation in his voice as he reached out towards you. His hand held your own, a gentle squeeze of reassurance as he tilted his head with a concerned gaze, “We won’t force you if it’s not something-.”

“I brought it up,” You cut him off before he could talk you out of it with both of your anxieties rushing to the forefront, “I-I wouldn’t have if I…I didn’t want it so…”

Josh’s hand was on your opposite wrist now, his grip far firmer than Tyler’s. Far more intimate. It was nearly trembling with excitement, as if this were something he had been waiting for you to say. He addressed both you and Tyler as he spoke, his voice light and a little too eager, “Well, if that’s what you want, I’m more than happy to try it out. Tyler?”

It was up to him. The both of you eyed the singer curiously, and he licked his lips in hesitation as he thought over the concept you had offered up. Eventually, however, his cheeks flushed red as he nodded ‘yes’ in return. Your eyes lit up, glimmering with an excitement that made Josh laugh and Tyler choke on air. They both sat up in front of you, Josh never letting go of your wrist as he pulled you close to him and gave you a long, languid kiss. You returned it needily, pressing your mouth harder against his, almost demanding that he open his mouth to let you lap inside. This only made him laugh as he, instead, leaned deeper into you and took your bottom lip between his teeth to give a playful bite. You squealed, giggling as he let go.

Tyler tilted your head towards him after, his kiss far softer than Josh’s, but no less intense as he held your cheek in his palm. He acted as though he was cradling a treasure close to him, and you relaxed into his sweet attention after a few moments. He hummed, appreciative of your guiding mouth, and willingly parted his lips as the both of you moaned into it. Josh watched, fascinated. When you and Tyler finally separated, hot and heavy, Josh laughed and brought your attention back to him by holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“We’re excited,” Josh promised earnestly, “But we need to get you ready first, baby.”

The sultry words made your face flush, and you couldn’t have given him a nod of consent fast enough.

This was how you found yourself, naked and squirming on your shared bed. While Tyler and Josh finished up a bit more work for their next album, more discussions and emails than anything else, they had sat you on the bed to get ready. Getting ready, apparently, meant shoving a very smooth, metallic butt plug into your ass and holding it there until they finished up and came back to play with you some more.

The sensation of the plug stretching your ass out was bliss, something of a strong and wonderful pressure that made you clench around it eagerly. You longed to trail your hand down to your folds and spread yourself open. To plunge your own fingers inside of yourself and bring the pleasure thats been slowly building from the excitement to a crescendo. But no. You had to be good. Tyler might have been forgiving in you cheating the orders, but Josh certainly wasn’t. So you did your best, you really did, and tried to focus on games on your phone more than the stretch of your hole.

Eventually you were just on your back, legs rubbing together as you bit your lip. You felt like you wanted to cry. You wanted to just play with yourself already. Were they taking this long on purpose? You were torn between screaming and disobeying, both tempting but equally terrifying.

Then the door finally opened. You sat up immediately, gasping as the plug shifted inside of you, and used your arms to support your weight as Josh and Tyler entered the room.

Both fully clothed men eyed your naked form on the bed, a light of lust sparking in both of their eyes at the sight of you squirming and whimpering on the bed. Your teary, wet eyes looked up with desperation as you bit your lower lip and whimpered at them again, their names falling shakily from your lips as you spoke. Tyler visibly licked his lips, walking a few steps closer in his own eagerness. Josh joined him, and soon both of them sat on either side of you on the bed.

“You look so pretty like this,” Tyler complimented, hand reaching out to encompass your upper thigh. He rubbed his thumb in circles on your bare skin, making you shiver as he leaned forward to kiss your neck. He did so gently, carefully, and you moaned as you tilted your head to give the singer better access.

Josh hummed in approval of the sight before joining in. His mouth found your collar bone on the opposite side of Tyler, nipping more than kissing. The dual sensations made you squirm and keen into them both, body trembling as you did so. Josh’s hand rested on your knee, prying you open so that your core was exposed to the chilled air. Your flesh broke out in goosebumps as you whined again.

“This wet and all we did was put a plug in you.” Josh mused against your skin, calloused fingers dipping down to skim your folds. You gasped, hearing the way your slickness made an audible squishing noise as Josh gathered it up. It shimmered on his finger, a a brief string of stickiness attaching it still to you before it broke off. You blushed, embarrassed. Tyler had stopped kissing you and was looking at Josh’s finger in awe. Almost hunger. Josh locked eyes with Tyler, a silent communication between your lovers that you couldn’t understand, but they could.

So you watched as Tyler leaned forward and took Josh’s fingers in his mouth, tongue swirling along each digit. He lapped up your taste from the drummer’s fingers, his hand squeezing your thigh tighter as he moaned at the taste of you.The sight caused your ears to turn red and your legs to attempt to close in order to relieve the ache growing between them. Josh kept your thigh fully open with a firm grip of one hand, smirking out of the corner of his eye in a way that made you sit up a little straighter.

“Good boy.” Josh smiled, almost lightly at Tyler, and the other keened appreciatively at the praise. Soon their attention was turned back to you, and you felt pinned beneath both of their gazes. You looked up, unsure of who to maintain eye contact with, when Josh reached down again. This time, his finger pressed down on the butt plug in your ass, twisting it and pushing it in further. You keened in surprise, hips bucking on instinct. Josh groaned at the sight, and Tyler was already shifting his legs to hide his hard on.

“God…” Tyler whispered, a rare murmur of the lord’s name in vain. You blushed as Josh laughed, reaching for the plug and then slowly easing it out of your aching ass. The whine that left your throat at the loss of fullness was involuntary, but made both men eye you with surprise. You averted your gaze, too embarrassed to look at them.

“Looks pretty ready to me,” Josh observed as a finger circled around your wet, lubed entrance. The tip of his digit slid into your waiting hole, the sensation far different from the plug but much more pleasurable. He kept going until his whole index finger was inserted up to the knuckle. You felt him wiggle and push inside of your ass, stretching and teasing as you gasped and whined.

“What hole would you want, Ty?” Josh wondered, still pumping his finger inside of you before adding a second one.

Tyler, instead of speaking, raised a hand towards your dripping core. You whimpered as he slid two of his own fingers in easily, scissoring and stretching at the same time Josh was. The feeling of both of their fingers working you open for what was to come was too much. With the teasing you had suffered already, your body was sensitive and desperate. Your legs trembled and you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter and tighter still.

“Jo-o…Ty…” You choked out through your pleasure, warning them best you could of your eminent orgasm.

Josh smiled, only adding the tip of his third finger as he pumped them mercilessly in your ass. Tyler followed his lead, sliding in another as he curled them up just enough to press the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden upwards. You were gone after that, your ass and pussy clenching around both of their digits as you came, squirting hard across Tyler’s hand and the bed sheets as you cried out louder than you had meant to.

Both boys paused as you caught your breath, stilling their movements with their fingers buried deep inside of you. You could feel Tyler’s fingers playing a melody inside of you like he would on a piano. Josh’s fingers, once in a while, teasingly scissored your ass open just to hear you moan and whimper from the sensitivity. After a few more moments of the air being able to return to your lungs, Tyler gave you a kiss to your forehead as he mumbled ‘ready?’ with an eager bait to his breath. For all of his silence throughout your proposal, his throbbing dick against your thigh was an obvious tell that he was probably the one the most into this concept.

With your nod of confirmation, the boys shifted you around with their own movements. They stripped out of their work clothes as they did, joining you in your nakedness. Their dicks stood at attention as their underwear slipped over it, heads throbbing and leaking precum onto the sheets. You licked your lips at the sight of them both, craving the texture and flavor of them in your mouth. Perhaps another night.

Soon Tyler was underneath you, his chest rising and falling as he held your thighs in a trembling grip. Josh was behind, cementing the fact that they had almost one-hundred percent discussed this scenario before and what side of you they’d rather be on for it. Tyler’s trembling, sweating form underneath you was always your favorite sight, especially when he bit his lip and his brows turned up into the sweetest, most horny look a guy has ever given you. You smile down at him ,reaching out to touch his cheek with your palm. He leans into it, nuzzling it in the hopes that it might please you into hurrying up.

Josh, on the other hand, was leaving kisses and bites along the back of your neck. He grazed his teeth between your shoulder blades as he pressed himself up against you, his cock sliding between your lubricated ass cheeks eagerly. You moaned as he made it back to your neck only to suck a harsh, biting bruise into the side of it, all but dragging his teeth into your flesh. Holding you down so he could rut against you. The difference between the both of them in handling you was always night and day, and the sensation was always amazing.

“Get on him,” Josh whispered, hands on your hips as he guided you over Tyler’s waiting dick, “I want you to get used to him before me.”

You moaned at the suggestion and wasted no time in obeying Josh’s orders. With trembling legs you lowered yourself down onto Tyler’s dick, letting it fill you inch by inch. You heard his breath hitch and stutter out weakly, his hands gripping your thighs like they were tethering him to earth. A whimper escaped his clenched teeth, his back arching as you clenched around him. You watched his Adam's apple bob, and couldn’t help but lean over and place a kiss on it.

The action made Tyler buck upwards inside of you, shoving the rest of his dick into you until he bottomed out. The action made you moan, head falling forward against his shoulder as he rolled his hips in a desperate attempt to feel more of you. Your body startled when you felt Josh’s finger push and play at your prepared asshole, almost impatient as you got used to Tyler’s slim, but long length kissing your insides. You dragged your nails down Tyler’s tattoo, and he whimpered.

After a minute you couldn’t take it anymore, gasping and looking over your shoulder to give Josh you're desperate, pleading permission. He grinned, toothy and excited, before kissing you. You twisted your head over your shoulder to allow it, ignoring the light pain of your un-stretched muscles. He released you and you steadied your hand on Tyler’s body. Tyler used all of his self control to still his hips, and you could feel the trembling beneath your thighs as you arched yourself to give Josh easier access.

“You okay?” Josh asked, careful in his tone as he touched the tip to your asshole. You gasped and shuddered, giving a nod and a weak, verbal confirmation, “Y-Yeah. P…Please, Josh.”

You could feel his smile as he exhaled, preparing himself as well. After a moment the blunt head of his lubed dick pressed forward into your ass. You whimpered at the stretch, just a little girthier than his fingers inside of you, but you tried your best to keep your lower hips relaxed to allow him in easier. You begrudgingly appreciated them, now, for leaving you to prep with your own butt plugs for a bit as your pre-stretched hole gave in easier than if it wasn’t. His head popped inside of you, making you moan, before he slowly inched the rest of his dick into your warm, heat.

Josh’s nails dug blunt crescents into your thighs as he all but dragged you back against him after a moment, bottoming out with a low groan. You whimpered and cried out, scrambling to keep your grip on Tyler’s body as you were dragged like some sort of toy. The thought made your cheeks glow red as Tyler whimpered from the change in pace, bucking up inside of you instinctively. When Tyler moved, it pushed you back further against Josh’s dick, jostling it inside of your intestines and making you cry out in delight.

That was the cue they needed. Josh grunted as he pulled you forward at the same time as Tyler did, dragging you back down onto Tyler’s full dick, making him moan in pleasure. Then you were pulled back quickly onto Josh’s dick, jostling you with surprise pleasure. The two set a pace like that, taking turns dragging you up and down their dicks. It was like they were sharing a sex doll. Using a cock sleeve. Your body was something of an item now, and it only made a fresh wave of wetness soak Tyler’s cock and your ass clenched around Josh’s. Both boys gasped at the feeling, guttural groans escaping them.

“You feel so good,” Josh gritted out through tight teeth as he fucked into you, “So fucking tight, God, we should have done this earlier. Fuck!”

“Y-Y-Yeah.” Tyler tried to agree with his boyfriend through his own hazed mind, “F-Feels re-really good…So good, so good, ah, Y/N-.”

They pushed their dicks inside of you in unison, so fast you could have sworn you felt them touch through your flesh. You lasted all of a second between their praise and unified thrusts, and came with a jolted groan that flew from your lips like water. Your air was knocked out of you as you fell onto Tyler’s chest, clenching and limp and sensitive in their arms as your cum dribbled down Tyler’s wet dick. Satisfied with you cumming first, Josh kissed your neck before resuming a brutal pace, selfish and focused on making himself cum. Understanding the situation, Tyler sped his own hips up to chase his release.

You were helpless between them as they fucked into you a while longer, your mind swirling with stars and pleasure as you babbled out their names between nonsensical whimpers. Your blood ran heavy in your ears, an ocean against your brain as you felt Josh’s hips stutter and Tyler let out a desperate, heavy whimper, and they both stilled in you. They throbbed and you felt a warmth spill into you from both ends, making your thighs lock up and your head throw back in ecstasy as you came for a final time to the feeling.

Soon the room was quiet, nothing but your heavy pants as each of you caught your breath. The air smelled of sweat and sex, your body aching as it reminded you of its presence, frustrated and snappy. Your arms trembled as you held yourself up over Tyler, whose own breath was ragged as his eyes screwed shut as he came down. Josh’s head rested on your back as he exhaled shaky, hot breaths on your skin.

“You okay?” Josh questioned, breathy but sincere.

“Y-Yeah,” You croaked out with a laugh, “So okay.”

This caused both of them to laugh. Josh kissed your back again, “I’ll pull out slowly, take it easy.”

True to his word, Josh took his time not to hurt your ass. You whimpered as he slipped out, feeling empty and gaping all of a sudden as your muscles pushed some of Josh’s cum out and onto the bed. In response, he gathered some on the tip of his finger and pushed it teasingly back into your ass, making you cry out in pleasure. Josh laughed, patting your hip in a playful manner.

Soon you were able to wiggle off of Tyler's dick with similar slowness, his moans joining yours as you detangled. It wasn’t long before the singer all but dragged you down next to him, caging you in his arms as he nuzzled in close. He was always the one to cuddle afterwards, and you didn’t deny him as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him in. The bed dipped to your free side and Josh’s back pressed against yours again, his arms wrapping around both you and Tyler as he tugged you in close.

“Everything you ever dreamed of?” Josh laughed teasingly, but you could tell he was nervous about how he did with you for the first time. You brushed your leg against his own in the bed, a reassuring gesture, as you nodded with your eyes closed.

“And more.” You declared with honesty in your tone. This made both men relax against you as you drifted off into a truly exhausted sleep.

[j-jinxee]

JOSH THOUGHTS -☆

NSFW under the cut! [warnings - general sex thoughts]

Thinking about Josh, how he can't keep his hands to himself. How fucking good it'd feel with just his hands, all over you. The way he touches you like no other, how he holds you all night, whether that be through unconsciousness or through an orgasm. He's so good at getting you to focus on nothing but him, your senses immediately crowded by every aspect of him. His hands lace every inch of your body while you desperately plead for him to stop teasing and just fuck you already.

And when he finally does, holy fuck he's so pretty. No matter much he makes you blush, how much you wanna look away, you just can't. You're completely infatuated with him as he hits all the perfect spots, so deep inside you. You see his pupils blow wider with each thrust, completely hypnotised by the feeling. Your hands find their way to his toned back, leaving rough red marks as your nails drag down his skin. The sight of his arms and shoulders flexing as he keeps himself hovering over you, it only gets you closer and closer. He's slow — and deep, only ever fucking you hard and fast if you ask him to. He prefers the intimacy of slowly working you to the edge while you're fixated on his eyes and the uneven rhythm of his breathing.

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I like this style of just like yapping instead of like full one shots yk lmao I'm just lazy 🫶🏻🫶🏻 anyway new TØP song soon woohoooo

[when-worlds-end]

Clancy!Tyler Joseph x F!Reader [18+]

All the sunshine boy can ask is, "how do you navigate?" And all the sunset girl can say is, "easy, I disassociate."

MASTERLIST | INTRODUCTION | CHAPTER ONE

AUTHOR NOTES

Yep... my obsession with TOP has bled from their music into the lore of Clancy, Torchbearer, Dema, and Trench... I hope you also enjoy this contribution to the lack of TOP fanfictions we currently have!!

The lore of Trench and Dema are still shrouded in shadow... so until Tyler Joseph comes out about the true lore... I am operating under the belief that after the original Clancy commits vialism, Tyler takes on the mantle of Clancy to continue his legacy.

Updates will be slow because I've put so much time into the planning of this story and every chapter needs to be as perfect as it can be... I'll post little blurbs/sneak peeks every so often!!

If you wanna read the non-reader-insert version of this story, click the Wattpad link (I like the websites formatting) : WIP because I haven't published it yet...

[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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