#tøp x reader

[s1ushyz]

Imagine if I started writing tøp fics again..

[disenchantingwrites]

Seasonal Opposites | T.J

You and Tyler love different seasons, but the one thing you have in common is that you have each other.

Tyler Joseph x GN!Reader

A/N: i've been pretty absent because of how much I've been working, but i'm reentering my annual Twenty One Pilots hyperfixation. (also, late happy birthday to Tyler)

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You loved summer. You loved it, the heat to thaw your usually icy body, the many opportunities to have a swim in your pool, the countless midnight icecreams because of said heat. You hated winter and how you always got sick, how you were never warm enough, and the stress that came from the Christmas rush.

Tyler, on the other hand, was very much the opposite. He liked winter, he liked the Christmas time, the snow, his ability to wear many layers without question. It suited him just fine. Summer was too hot, too sweaty, it wasn't good when he performed, and his body was always running on high temp.

With the two of you, however, there was a middle ground. Spring and Autumn. They were neutral months, where the only thing you had to worry about was whether it would an inside or outside day.

“Summer can't be all that bad, Ty,” you hummed one evening, tracing random shapes into your lover’s palm. He shifted every so slightly on the bed to reside on his back, his free arm coming around your waist. You peered up at him from your place on his chest. “There has to be a few things you like.”

Tyler let his eyes wander away from your inquisitive face to the ceiling. The autumn wind blew through your open windows, maintaining the perfect temperature for both your comfort as your bodies remained entangled. Tyler conjured up several prospective answers to your question as he lay silent and unmoving.

“I guess summer’s good for eating ice cream,” he mumbled, and you could feel his urge to shrug through his bland tone. You rolled your eyes. “And I can chill in the pool.”

“Oh, come on, give me something more, Ty,” you urged.

A low hum slipped from his throat. “I guess... I guess it’s good because it means I get to home you close when we’re asleep because you can cool me down.” You let out a soft laugh, but let Tyler continue, noting it for a later comment. “And I like summer because I get to see you so excited about it. And when I get to wake up to a noise, only to find you inhaling half the tub of ice cream as a midnight snack on hot nights.”

It was Tyler’s turn to laugh as his mind brought forth the several memories of that exact scenario. You flicked his shoulder, eyes narrowed at the man, and he apologised with a kiss pressed to your forehead.

“So... you like summer because of me?” You finally spoke, eyes curiously watching Tyler as your cheeks darkened with a faint blush.

“Yeah,” he replied. His eyes flicked down to yours, and he gently squeezed your waist. “And what are some things that you like about winter?” Each emphasised word was accompanied by his finger tapping your side.

“I suppose the obvious answer is when I get to cuddle you so you warm me up,” you replied, returning your attention to his hand to continue to draw on the calloused skin. “And all the soft blankets that I can bundle up in.”

“And Christmas?” Tyler queried.

“Only with you,” you responded honestly. “And only when there's just a small group of people. Like last Christmas with just Debbie and Josh coming over for dinner. There’s so many people on tour, that it's nice to just be able to have something small.”

“Fair,” Tyler replied, his eyes trained on your hand and his. "I guess it's the same. I like to have time with my family to celebrate, but I like when it's just the people that are the closest to me."

A pleased hum escaped your mouth. "I also like winter because you're happy," you added. Tyler's lips curled into a grin as his dark eyes flicked your way. “And the first day of winter I get to celebrate you, and that you’re getting old. So, I guess that’s a good start to the worst season.”

“Even though you threw an insult in there, I’ll accept it.” You couldn't help but smile tenderly at Tyler.

And you wondered how the both of you, seemingly polar opposites, could enjoy each other, love each other so deeply. But whatever higher power had curated your match, you were nothing but grateful to them. Tyler was the one thing you loved more than warm summer nights, bathing in the coolness of the pool, or lounging under the air conditioner with a book in your hand.

“You know,” Tyler began, “tomorrow’s my birthday. Are you trying to suck up to me so that I’ll still love you for whatever potentially terrible present you’re going to give?”

Your mouth fell open. “How dare you assume that my gift will be terrible! I give great gifts!”

Tyler could only laugh. He didn’t respond, but pressed a kiss to your head, and pulled you closer to him by your waist. You let out a defeated huff, and decided to place a pin in it for next time.

[fairlylocalkatiee]

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

[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.

[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.

[squiidiot]

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

[r3leee]

i have zero idea if u write for josh but if u do i would be like VERY happy <3

in the trenches rn (pun intended) so i need me sum angst WITH COMFORT

nd if u dunno what to do then u can base it off tear in my heart, the craving or formidable

- lisey 🐈

nails in skin

PLSSSSS hon you know i deliver 🙏🏻🙏🏻

pairing: josh dun x gn!bandmate!reader

summary: you've been stressed lately; deadlines not being met in the band and family issues have been eating away at you, and it's not until blood is drawn you realize you need to calm down.

warnings: RPF!! don’t like, don’t read, established relationship, angstttt (as promised!!), cursing, hurt/comfort, mentions of death and sickness (no actual death tho!!!), injury

word count: 1,847, should take about 14 minutes to read

listen to: tired by beabadoobee

WHEN YOU WERE younger, you always thought the concept of a mid-life crisis was stupid. you thought you'd have your life under control. but, right now, that clearly wasn't the case.

ever since covid came, things had been harder. that's clearly not a shocker. for starters, there was the obvious flaw of not being able to go out and do things. being cooped up in the house was nice for a day or two, but eventually, being stuck inside made it harder to work on stuff.

before this had even started, you, your fiancée, josh, and your best friend, tyler, had begun work on a new album. but, now that you couldn't meet in your studio, things had been harder. a lot harder.

and finally, to top it all off, your grandma was in the hospital. it wasn't for having the virus, thank god, but rather a hip injury. however, you were scared to death she'd somehow contract it and she'd get worse than she already was.

all of this together, and what do you get? you'd figured a mid-life crisis.

all through this, josh was just trying to help. when this all first started, at the start of the pandemic, he was relatively good at fighting the fire that was you and calming things down. for example, there was a time just when covid started.

you were lying in bed, scrolling through your phone alongside josh. you were resting your head on his shoulder, completely content. his hand was rubbing your back as you sleepily scrolled through your instagram feed. until you got an email.

your eyebrows furrowed as you saw it came from mark. you clicked on it and the words you read stunned you.

"hey,

we can't work in the studio tomorrow or the rest of the week. covid protocols. sorry."

it was so short, yet so concerning. well, what were you gonna do? you turned and looked up at josh. "you get this email?" he shook his head as you showed him. "we can't just not record."

"it'll pass. it's okay," he tried to reassure you. "we'll probably get cleared to work there by the end of the week." you looked up at him meekly.

"you sure?"

"almost certain." he smiled and kissed the top of your head. "you always get so worried."

turns out, you were getting worried for good reason. at the end of the week, you contacted mark, asking if you were able to record in the studio. he said no and to wait another week.

that week turned into two, which turned into three, then finally a month before anything happened. a month of sitting around stressed you out like nothing.

constantly, you were caught bouncing your leg or pacing around the house for no particular reason. but, every time josh caught you doing that, he would calm you down. put a hand over your shaking leg, offer you guys to go on a walk. it was all you could really do with your current situation, but it worked.

but, when you got news of your grandma being admitted to the hospital, all hell broke loose in your mind. you had fond memories of her as a kid: baking pumpkin pie together during thanksgiving, coloring together, swinging in the tire swing in her backyard that was up just for you and your siblings. you refused to believe it might be possible that woman would be gone.

the second your mother told you, you immediately drove out to the hospital. josh was out getting groceries, but your mind was in such a frantic state, you didn't even think to call.

the drive there was a blur for you. eventually, you arrived at the hospital. after a check-in with your parents to confirm nothing bad was happening yet, you calmed down a bit. but, you still worried, as you weren't allowed to be in the room for too long.

you were the for a few hours before you decided to leave. as you checked your phone, there were at least four missed calls from josh. shit.

when you got home, you thought you'd calmed yourself down. but, when josh confronted you asking what happened, it was clear you didn't.

you walked into the door, the sound of your keys jingling as you pulled them out of the lock. you threw your purse onto a table in the mudroom and leaned against the wall for a second. "baby?" you heard a voice call out from further inside the house, followed by the sound of footsteps and paws coming towards you.

you looked up and saw your fiancee and your dog, jim, heading towards you. jim's face was so happy to see you as he ran through the hall that you almost forgot of your burdens for a second.

you crouched down to pet jim. "hi, sweet boy," you cooed as you petted him. he started to jump on you before josh stopped him. "jim, down!" he whined, but followed the order. he was a relatively well-trained dog, but he just was happy to see you.

you sighed as you started to stand back up. "where were you? are you okay?" josh rapid fired as you stood your ground.

and suddenly, the dam broke. “ya, i…i’m fine. it’s just-” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. the words physically couldn’t escape your throat. tears started to well and your eyes.

“hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.” josh immediately ran to your side, engulfing you in a tight hug. you shakily inhaled and hugged him back. “you don’t gotta tell me if you don’t wanna.” his arms are warm as you stayed in that position for at least a couple minutes.

suddenly, jim started to jump at you both. you laughed as you both pulled away to look at him. “damn dog.”

you thought you’d get over it. in theory, it was easy, as your mom was constantly in the hospital, sending updates. and honestly, your grandma was doing just fine.

still though, there was something eating away at you; the thought she was in a prime spot to contract the virus.

you just didn’t want her gone.

also, deadlines for the band weren’t being met. again, it was reasonable; you guys couldn’t meet up in person, so almost all of this had to be on call. that was a major shift for the three of you, compared to meeting in studios, so it was no wonder not much work was getting done.

but, it was stressing you out like nothing. you had no schedule, no plan, no work, nothing to ground you.

about a month after your grandma was admitted was when it started to get bad.

you started losing yourself in a way. you found yourself checking your phone every few seconds for something to reassure or stimulate you, tugging at your hair, laying on the floor and just staring at the ceiling.

but, most importantly, you were ignoring your fiancée, josh.

he tried to reach out immediately when this started, being the kind person he is. but, you denied him, saying you were fine and it would pass.

clearly, it didn’t. as it got worse, he kept on trying to get you to calm down, but still, you shut him down.

you didn’t accept his help until that day.

you woke up in a bad mood that day. scratch that, horrible. you woke up with a pit in your stomach leading to god knows where and it felt like the size of jupiter.

immediately, when you went to get your morning coffee, you could feel it growing worse. josh was doing laundry in the basement, so he couldn't see how you were doing. jim, however, was upstairs, and when he heard you walk down, he scurried to you. even having his warm fur brush against you, you felt worried. his touch made you feel almost overstimulated.

before josh came up, you decided to go to the store then make breakfast to try and distract yourself.

the drive there and grabbing everything made you even more worn out. the bright lights of the store bugged your eyes, and for whatever reason, your ears couldn't stop ringing.

but, you pushed through until you got home, trying to ignore the feeling in you that you should rest. josh, at this point, was in the living room. when he saw you come home, he almost immediately knew something was wrong. but, you shrugged him off.

as you laid out the ingredients on the counter, josh snaked up behind you. "i can make you breakfast," he insisted.

"it's fine," you replied. sharp. insistent.

"are you sure? you seem...jittery."

"i'm sure." your tone was firm. you pulled out a cutting board to start chopping fruit. as you started to cut, josh couldn't help but notice the slight wobble in your hands.

"darling, seriously, i don't really trust you with a knife right now." you ignored him, continuing to cut. "you need to tell me if something's going on." no response. only the sound of the knife against the cutting board.

"i'll be fine," you snapped, setting the knife down. you stayed looking away from josh.

"i know you. you're not fine. you need to tell me what's happening." you started to walk to the cabinet, grabbing a bowl.

"nothing's happen-" you started to yell, when all of a sudden, you lost grip on the bowl, causing it to fall on the counter. you froze. "shit." you mumbled over and over again. "shit, shit, shit..." without you thinking, you tried to grab a shard when it cut your hand. you winced and pulled your hand away.

"woah, baby, hey, it's okay." josh quickly held you from behind. "let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" he rambled. "come on, let's go, let's go, it's okay, you're fine."

you didn't know why, but suddenly, you felt stiff. like a bomb about to set off. josh set you up on the counter of the sink in the guest bathroom as he grabbed a first aid kit. he was gentle as he cleaned your cut, knowing it would hurt. and it did. the sting honestly brought you back.

as he bandaged your cut, you felt tears coming out. "fuck, i'm so sorry." you wiped your eyes.

"it's okay."

"no, it's not. i acted like a bitch all of today and now i'm here hurt and you're patching me up. that shouldn't be how it is." as he stuck the final bit of the bandage down, he looked up at you.

"hey. look at me." you looked in his eyes. "it's okay. i'm not mad at you. you had a reason for feeling that way. i'm not dismissing that. all i ask is next time, you just tell me, okay? cause i don't want you getting hurt cause you didn't tell me about something."

you sniffled and nodded. "thank you." he smiled and grabbed your chin, pulling your face in to kiss you.

"of course. come on, i'll make you breakfast."

[anyaisop]

THANK YOU OUR LORD AND SAVIORS FOR FINALLY WRITING READER FICS AGAIN FOR TØP

BLESS YOU

😭😭

[j-jinxee]

[ ⟡​ ] — RUNAWAY,,

Criminal! Tyler Joseph x Reader

✦ [warnings — Small wounds, guns, police, smn gets tased, kissing]

A/N – aight guys so I'm too impatient to write an actual story and like, make a proper beginning yk? So let's just pretend I wrote an actual start and move on, sick.

Tyler hadn't said much about himself, just that he needed to get far away from here, but he had no money. Saying that he got involved with the "wrong people" and can't get out of it now.

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You began to pull into a roadside motel. After a full day of driving with this stranger, all you wanted was to get out of this car. You knew Tyler wouldn't actually hurt you, he just needed to act as if he would to stall the police. You'd met Tyler that morning, at your usual coffee shop. He'd been politely asking people for money, simply to get a cab and get as far away from here as he possibly could. When he asked you, you decided to engage in conversation, his demeanour intrigued you. Although, you couldn't recall the conversation due to all the intense events that happened afterwards. Which lead you to end up here, in the middle of nowhere in some sketchy motel, with a criminal stranger.

You both made your way out of the car, Tyler walked a little faster than you, probably to minimise the amount of people seeing him. Making his way to the front desk and asking for a room, you strolled around the lobby, looking at this rundown little establishment that you probably never had known about if it wasn't for today. You assumed you'd be ok out here, Tyler wasn't a famous criminal or anything, and even if the police did find you, they'd think he held you hostage, not that you were cooperating with him. You only cooperated because he had a gun, sure you could tell he'd never use it, but it's still intimidating when someone's pointing it at you.

"Hey, cmon.." you heard Tyler call as he started walking towards the steps. You hurried behind him and made your way to the room, being greeted by peeling wallpaper and a TV that didn't work, but atleast the beds looked clean. Already feeling sleepy when you sat down, since your adrenaline had shot up multiple times today, really taking its toll on you, but you couldn't fall asleep just yet. You needed to take your makeup off, brush your teeth, you know the regular night stuff.

Before you could even check if the motel provided toothbrushes, Tyler had already shut and locked the bathroom door. You weren't mad, but he could've said something to be less rude. You assumed he was showering, since that's the only reason to lock the bathroom door, so you just waited for your turn.

After about two minutes, your thoughts were interrupted by faint sounds coming from the bathroom. Small noises of discomfort, every few seconds, what was he doing? You got up and knocked on the door, "you ok in there?" "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Can I come in?" You asked quietly, "sure." You heard the lock click, allowing the door to open. Your eyes were met with the sight of Tyler attempting to get the shards of glass out of the small cuts on his face. They'd been there all day, but this is the first time he'd gotten to a mirror. "Woah! hey hey nonono, don't do it like that. You'll cut your fingers aswell." He was attempting to just pull them out with his hands, which would've been fine if his hands weren't shaking. Thankfully you happened to have tweezers in your pocket, so you asked him to sit down and have you take them out for him.

"Can I... ?" You referred to touching his face to keep your hands steady. He gave you a slight nod, making you proceed with the small operation. There were three small slits on his left cheek, two on the bridge of his nose, and one on his right eyebrow. You thought it'd be best to not ask how he got these, he seemed like he wanted to act as if it didn't happen. He avoided eye contact the whole time, looking anywhere but your face, making it hard for you to concentrate. While delicately picking out the glass from his skin, you absent mindedly studied his features. His messy brown hair that framed his face perfectly, his dark eyes that may not have looked at you, but you could still tell were mesmerising, and his scars, even though they hurt, they weirdly suited him.

"All done!" You said smiling, you'd usually disinfect them too but, you didn't exactly have the right equipment to do so in this tiny motel room. So you substituted with cutips and water, sure it wouldn't keep bacteria out, but it'll atleast get the dry blood off. "Stay there" you told him, going to grab some cutips from the bathroom. Coming back with a few damp ones, you gently held his face up and wiped off the blood. His eyes finally looked up to meet yours, you felt inclined to hold eye contact, but you were half way through a job.

"Ok, done for real now" You smiled, though his first reaction was to reach up and touch his wounds. "Don't do that! You'll make them worse." He seemed to listen, even if it was a bad habit he had. "Thankyou" he looked up at you, "you've been the first to treat me like a human in a while." You saddened hearing his statement, "Tyler..." you began, "you don't have to tell me but, what exactly got you here?" Saying you were eager to know was an understatement, but you weren't gonna push his boundaries, even if he dragged you into something you never wanted to be a part of.

He started with a sigh, then quietly explained the events that lead to this. Telling you how he desperately needed to help out his parents, leading him to work for the wrong people, and getting wrapped up with their shit in the process. They forced him to do things that'd land him in prison for life, but he'd made a mistake, now the police were after him aswell as those shady pricks. His voices started to shake, causing you to look at him properly, his eyes were watering as tears began to fall, landing on the dirty carpet beneath him. Saying he just wanted out of all this, "I've put you in danger now too I- I just, fuck. I can't do this anymore" he stood up and started talking with his hands more, gesturing to himself and you. Saying he's just sick of hurting people when his soul intention was to help. You realised you'd probably get kicked out if he got any louder, so you had to stop him gently.

"Tyler, Tyler hey" you placed your hands on his forearms, stopping his frantic gestures. He stopped and looked you right in the eyes, you could see how broken and tired he felt. "This isn't your fault. You had no way of knowing, I can tell you meant well, ok?" You spoke softly, attempting to calm him down with your words. "Anyone would've made the same mistake, it's just hard for others to see when they're not in the same position as you." You reached up to wipe the tears off his face, "I can tell you're a good person, that's why I haven't tried to run. I haven't felt threatened by you at all." You could see his eyes gain a tiny bit of light, "I will stay, and help you get out, ok?"

His dark eyes stared right back into yours. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, they darted to different points of your face, going from your eyes to your lips, analysing them quite obviously. They landed back on your eyes once more, his lips separated, "can I kiss you?" You felt an involuntary smile creep onto your lips, "sure" he leant in and closed the gap between you both, your hands still on his face and jawline. You felt him smile aswell, both of you were comforted by the complete stranger touching your lips right now, why?

This was the last place you expected to be today, feeling this wanted criminal so intently while he was pressed up against you. You both pulled away for air, but not before opening your eyes to gaze into eachothers souls. His eyes regained some light as he saw further and further into your beautiful iris'. You didn't even know this boys last name, but right now, the only thing you wanted was to be around him, he gave you a new sense of life.

Just for all of that to be interrupted by a familiar sound of the door being kicked down. You both jumped and let go of eachother, facing towards the now busted open door as police rapidly came into the room. You looked at Tyler in a panic, forgetting they were only after him, just for him to get tased immediately. He fell onto the bed and started screaming in pain, "Stop! Stop it! He didn't hurt me!" You immediately stated to the police. He was cuffed and dragged out of the room in an instant, you were pretty sure he was also knocked unconscious. An officer came over to you, "Let's get you outta here, we'll get started on pressing charges don't worry." "No! I don't want to press charges!" You stated desperately, hoping to explain everything that's actually happened before Tyler gets taken away in their car. They didn't stop though, hauling him off aggressively and shoving him into the car, he wasn't exactly innocent, but if they could just listen to him explain the full story- I'm sure they could understand.

The sirens echoed through your head as you started to dissociate, you had no idea what would happen now. ----------------------------------------------------

This is so random pls but I love Criminal Tyler who's actually innocent hehe <33 anyway I should write for Josh now aye.

[starch1ldz]

SPENCER REID IS SO SMITHEREENS BY TWENTY ONE PILOTS. “For you I'd go step to a dude much bigger than me, for you I'd go I would get messed up weigh 153, for you I would get beat to smithereens.” TELL ME THAT ISN'T SO HIM ABOUT THE WHOLE DAMN TEAM?

[shadowsinger11]

Guys

Amongst the survivors still thriving (and rotting) on this app, would anyone be interested in Clancy fanfics? Perhaps Clancy x reader? I feel like I might be able to come up with drabbles of sorts to get me back on track

[s1ushyz]

"What's cooking good looking?"

Pairings | Josh Dun x GN! Reader drabble

Band | Twenty one piolets

A/n | gave in, and I'm writing for tøp again. Back in 2015, I used to write for them RELIGIOUSLY on one of my old accounts,, this is just something short for all my josh lovers out there! Do keep in mind it's been a WHILE.. since I've written, so I'm still getting back in the groove of things!

9:30am

The sounds of clanking of pots and pans in the kitchen caused you to wake up, the sun pouring into the room you shared with your boyfriend of 5 years, josh. As you stirred awake you let your eyes adjust to the light of the sun, trying your best to rub the sleep out of your eyes you placed your hand on joshes side of the bed but..it was empty, clearly he had been gone for a while as the sheets were cold. Not warm like they would usually be in the mornings with a sleepy josh who was sleeping like a rock as his arms were wrapped around you. You let out a soft sigh and stretched in your place. Once fully awake, the smell of burnt bacon hit your nose. Your face scrunched up a little at the smell, not really expecting it. The realization that josh was in the kitchen downstairs cooking (or well trying to..) breakfast made you smile to yourself. He was never the best cook, which is why you took on cooking, always making the best dishes. You kicked your legs over the bed and stood up, stretching once more with a soft grunt you began to make your way out of the room and quietly downstairs, making sure to watch out for any creaky step that might signal that you're awake.

As you carefully and quietly made your way to the kitchen, the smell of the poorly made bacon got stronger, as you approached the doorway you could hear josh quietly (yet not so quietly) cursing under his breath. Once he was fully in view you could see he was shirtless, only in some jeans that he threw on and struggling oh so badly..his back was facing you as he tried his best to flip bacon that was way beyond saving while also trying to pour pancake batter into a different pan that laid on the messy stove top. Quietly you chuckled to youself as you made your way to step behind him, wrapping your arms around his toned body and laying your head on his back.

"What's cooking good looking?"

You asked. Your voice had a hint of playfulness in it as you nuzzled your head onto his skin. He tensed up a bit before turning his head to look at you a little while still trying to cook. He relaxed his body a little as he nervously chuckled, his cheeks tinting a soft pink,

"Hey babe did I wake you? I'm so sorry this was supposed to be a surprise I wanted to cook you breakfast in bed but uh..well it's not going all that great.."

Josh muttered, shame and disappointment clear in his voice as he let out a soft sigh. Clearly, he was stressed about this whole breakfast debacle. He stared down at the now charred bacon and pouted a little. He turned around in his place carefully, so he was facing you and wrapped his arms around you. As your head now laid on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat that was oh so soothing. You smiled up at him, scanning over his face taking in every detail. It was moments like these that you loved so much.

"Oh josh..you didn't have to do that"

You said softly as you squeezed him gently, josh smiled down at you, he let out a sigh before shrugging, a hum left his lips

"I wanted y'know? Just treat you to something to show you I love you, you've been working nonstop and never give yourself a break so I just wanted to make things a little easier for you"

Josh said as his chocolate colored eyes gazed into yours.

"Josh I know you love me, and I love you too..so very much. I appreciate you trying to do this for me it's a sweet gesture"

you said as you looked up at your boyfriend.. There was a moment of comfortable silence between the both of you, josh moved his hand to cup your face, leaning in and pressing his lips gently to yours. The kiss lasted a few seconds. It wasn't lust filled it was more soft and filled with love and care. As the two of you pulled back, the sounds of sizzling and the scent of burning breakfast got stronger by the second. That's the moment when you both realized that the stove was still on and still had forgotten breakfast on it. Immediately, panick filled the both of you. You pulled away from josh and pulled the now completely charred bacon off the stove, and he pulled the very badly burnt pancake off the other side and haphazardly tossed It into the sink. Once the stove tops were off, josh let out a sigh of relief, a somewhat panicked look still on his face. You set the pan on the other side of the counter and began to chuckle, this cause josh to laugh. The whole situation seemed so silly to the both of you.

"Jeez this whole thing is a mess..now i remember why I don't cook"

Josh said with a nervous chuckle as he leaned against the counter, running his hand through his hair as he looked over at you. You smiled at him and walked closer, chuckling slightly as you wrapped your arms around him, placing a quick peck on his cheek, causing his cheeks to turn a light pink

"Well, josh, you might not be the best cook, but you are the best boyfriend, and honestly, that's all i could ever ask for."

This was inspired by this pic btw ;)

[clancysjumpsuit]

If You Need Anyone

chapter three

clancy x reader

chapter one, chapter two

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That night after you’re led back to your room, you sneak out again. You want to read more of Clancy’s letters, you want to look at more of what’s inside his mind and what he knows. You know it’s wrong to go around and poke your nose in places it doesn’t belong, but this is Dema you’re in. Everything is wrong here. 

You walk quietly, counting four doors down again and see that Clancy’s door is open. You’re about to step inside, looking over your shoulder to make sure the coast is clear when you collide into someone. 

“Oh god, I’m so-“ you start to apologize but cut yourself short when you see who’s standing in front of you. 

“It’s okay,” the normal boy in black clothes says. You feel your face heat up in embarrassment again. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

“Unfortunately,” you give a nervous chuckle. Clancy gives a small laugh back, nodding his head slightly. “Sorry to bump into you, I just stumbled into the wrong room.” you lie as best you can. 

“It’s okay,” Clancy says, believing your lie. “It takes a while before you get to know where everything is around here.” 

“Yeah,” you speak softly, looking down at your feet. You lift your head back up slowly, and really take in Clancy’s features. His dark, warm eyes, hair that matches and the softest hint of stubble on his face. You find him rather attractive and this causes you to be more flustered. 

“Clancy,” the two of you hear a voice from behind the normal boy in black clothes, you look up and Clancy turns around, seeing one of the bishops. “Nico will see you now.” the deep voice of the bishop says. 

“Okay,” Clancy sighs before turning his attention back to you. “It was nice meeting you…” he trails off, hinting that he wants to know your name. 

“Remi,” you give him your fake name. 

“Remi,” Clancy smiles at that. “I’ll catch you around, yeah?” the boy smiles softly before walking away with his bishop down the hall, you watching until they’re both completely out of sight. 

You sneak back into Clancy's room and find his journal again. You flip through it, skimming more song lyrics until you land on a page. The page has two words written all over it: Sahlo Folina. You’re not sure what that means, but you notice the words are written desperately all over the page. You trace the words with your finger, running over the deep ridges of pen and little holes poked through to the other side. 

You flip some more and find a few other letters. You start to read them, they’re shorter than the first two that you took. You read through them quickly and put the other letters that you stole back. You return Clancy’s journal inside his desk and turn around to leave when you’re met by Clancy who’s standing in his doorway. You gasp softly, your eyes going wide. 

“Umm, i- it’s not what it looks like.” you say, your voice shaking in fear as you speak. “I mean, it probably is, but-” you stop yourself, you don’t have a way out of this situation. 

“It’s okay, I know.” Clancy says with a soft chuckle, stepping further into his room. 

“You- you do?” you bite your lip nervously, thinking that you just made your first enemy in this place filled with rivals. 

“Look, it’s okay. I really don’t mind.” Clancy speaks honestly. “I’d like you to know what it’s really like living in this dire place than you being told lies from Nico.” You nod your head, not really knowing what to say. You weren’t really expecting Clancy to be fine about the situation. 

“Well I’m sorry anyway,” you apologize softly. 

“It’s okay,” Clancy says and flashes you a friendly smile. 

“In one of your letters you said that the 'perplexities of the Dema horizon didn’t occur to you until your ninth year', how long have you been here?” you ask, tilting your head slightly to the side.

“Longer than I can remember,” Clancy simply answers. 

“And how old are you?” you ask, Clancy telling you his age. He’s only a year older than you. 

“Sahlo Folina,” you speak without thinking, the words slipping past your lips without permission from your inner self. “What does it mean?” Clancy’s features grow sad as his head drops to the floor. He presses his lips together before speaking. 

“It’s a cry for help, a cry out to other Bandito’s.” Clancy still looks down at his feet, he’s never heard anyone speak those words to him besides his own voice.

“Bandito? What’s a Bandito?” you furrow your brows together. Clancy picks his head back up at the question. 

“It’s what I am; it’s what you are. What we are.” the normal boy in black clothes explains but you still don’t understand. 

“How do you know that I’m a Bandito?” 

“You want to escape Dema, right?” you nod your head at his question. “Then you’re a Bandito.” the corners of your lips curve up into a slight smile. You’re glad you’re not the only one who wants to escape this place, that you have someone on your side. Someone who doesn’t believe the hype of Dema that the bishops put out. 

“But you escaped Dema,” you point out to the other, referring back to his letters. “Why’d you come back?”

“I was found by Nico. The Banditos helped me out. Taught me the way of their colors and the feeling of being hopeful again. I haven’t lost hope since. I know I can do it again. Call me crazy, but I’d like you to come with me.”

“I want to escape,” you say even though it’s something Clancy just said. 

“I know, and I’m going to help you get out, we’ll get out together.” 

[fairlylocalkatiee]

Guys… blurry face choking fic anyone ANYONEEEEEEE

STOPPPPP AHHHH one like and I write this smut

[velvetcake96]

Working on that Modern trenchler AU I was talking about last night, trying to work on it as much as possible before I go back to college! So this is me putting it out in the world to be held accountable for finishing it, this can be ignored.

(Clancy might be a bit of a mess…)

[blurryalyssa]

Tear in My Heart

Tyler Joseph x fem!reader

Summary: You help Tyler pass physics and he writes a song for you to sing to your crush.. what could go wrong?

“The second derivative gives you acceleration?” Tyler asked, his eyes crinkling slightly in fear he would get the answer wrong again.

“Yes!” You said, relieved something stuck with him. Your reply took a visible weight off Tyler’s shoulders.

Tyler exhaled sharply, sitting back on his chair. He let his head drop back, closing his eyes in relief with a small smile escaping his lips. It was about time to finally understood some part of the gibberish you’ve been reviewing for the past hour.

He turned his head to look at you for a moment, which made your brain stop functioning. You both exchanged a look, proud of the other’s accomplishment. Maybe you enjoyed looking at him too much during your studying sessions.

You didn’t tend to lose your composure, but talking about the same three physics concepts for the past hour were taking a toll on you. Teaching a whole semester worth of physics was not easy, even when you got the best grade in the class.

Tyler asked you, no, begged you to help him raise his physics grade in order to keep his spot as captain of the basketball team.

It’s been a rough semester, with senior year coming to an end and college applications stacking up, Tyler had a lot on his plate.

You’ve been working for over two months now, doing homework, studying, practicing for the upcoming exam, spending every moment together after practice. He had you wait for him in the bleachers doing homework and creating study guides for him until he was done and you could study at your house. You didn’t mind at all, there was nothing more thrilling than to have the basketball star of your town at your dinner table almost every night. You were practically inseparable since you became study buddies. But during all that time you both worked on something more important..

You’ve been working on your song.

Tyler had a way with his words that could get through anyone. The words that came out of his mouth were beautiful like nothing else. No other musician you listened to had the same ability to move you the way Tyler did. His lyrics touched your heart in a million different ways. The emotions his music evoked in you were inexplicable. And all you ever wanted was to do the same, or at least similar. But you couldn’t write to save your life.

When Tyler first reached out to you for help you made a deal with him.

And the deal was that you would help him save the semester with a good grade if he wrote a song for you and let you take credit for it.

Tyler thought it was odd since he never heard you sing before but he could wait until the talent show.

Not a lot of people knew about Tyler’s incredible song writing skills like you did. He’s only shown his music to his family and maybe Josh once.

You knew about Tyler’s talent for years. In the 7th grade slam poetry team, you listened to Tyler’s poems after school every afternoon. You were one of the peer editors in the team, and whenever you reviewed his work, you had nothing but compliments. They were all perfect. Also his performances were always your favorite from the rest, the emotion through his voice and passion never missing a beat. Every pause, every breath, every line had a purpose. Later that year he showed you his SoundCloud account, he wanted your opinion on his tracks since you always seemed to be eager to review his work. The tracks were just as good maybe even better than his slam poems.

When you both got to high school, you were naturally divided. Tyler fit right in with the jocks when he joined the basketball team and you got a small group of friends. You were mostly alone, your school was a sea of soulless teenagers fighting against each other.

Tyler was hesitant to write a song for you at first, but he accepted to do it if you sang the song he composed at your schools talent show. He didn’t want his hard work just go unnoticed. You took this offer as an opportunity to confess your deep love to the boy you had a huge crush on as well.

It was risky but when you liked someone you had to go big.

“So what do you want this song to be about?” Tyler asked once you made the deal.

“Love” You smiled, cheeks flushing at the thought of who you would be singing this to.

“What the fuck”

You always wanted one of those moments they have in the movies where the guy writes a song to the girl they deeply love. The roles were switched in your case.

“Kinematics can suck it!” Tyler cheered, raising his fists in the air. “How about we review circular motion tomorrow? My brain is fried” He suggested, closing his notebook. His lips formed one of those dorky grins that convinced you to do anything.

“Fine..” you rolled your eyes, packing up your supplies as well. “Can I get a ride home?” You asked.

“Yes if you drive” Tyler joked, taking out his keys from his pocket and jingling them in front of your face.

“I’ll drive Tyler Joseph’s car?” You teased back. “I’m so honored” You acted flattered which made Tyler grin. As you reached for the keys Tyler moved back, and avoided your hand first. He raised the keys over your head so you wouldn’t reach them. You gave little hops to get the keys from him but that didn’t work, he was taller than you. He was looking down at you, smiling at your failed attempts. You stood on your tiptoes, reaching for his eyes and looked straight at him. “What are your fans going to think about me driving you?” You questioned.

Tyler had a lot of girls after him, and even that was an understatement.

You were both standing closer than before, the joke was dragging longer than what you intended. Your backpack was heavy and it was making you lean closer to Tyler.

Tyler had never been this close to you before, not even studying. After hanging out for so long, he noticed you grew more comfortable around him. You used to be so quiet with him, even in middle school. He always intimidated you by his sarcastic personality and cute smile. He was dangerous, but now that you got to know more about him, he was more than the idea you had of him in your head.

“You’re right” Tyler nodded, lowering his arm. His eyes stared deeply into yours, suddenly feeling something change in him. That’s all it took. For a second, his gaze went soft and he took in your features being this close. He looked down at your lips and then up at you before clearing his throat to break the moment. Tyler turned towards the exit of the library, holding himself back. “Let’s go” He said.

You nodded and followed behind him. You blinked, wondering if you were just dreaming a second ago.

“Y/n.. hey a little help” Tyler shook you, finally waking you up. He got to your house 5 minutes ago and he was trying to wake you up but you were deep in sleep. You’ve been staying up late every night doing homework for your other classes and it was a Thursday night. You thought you could get a quick Power Nap in the 15 minute drive that it took to take to your house. But the waiting alarmed your brother who decided to check the car parked outside the house.

“Holy shit. Brian” You flinched when you saw your older brother hovering over the window of the passenger seat.

“Are you okay? What happened? Did he put you to sleep?” Your brother asked with a frown.

“No. Oh my god. I’m sorry Tyler” You apologized. Your brother was overprotective at the wrong times. “I’m fine!” You grabbed your backpack quickly and opened the passenger door. You wanted to jump out the car but you still had your seatbelt on. You were pulled back to the seat until Tyler clicked the button to unlock the seatbelt.

You mouthed a quick thanks and stepped out the car.

“Hey watch yourself!” Your brother warned which made Tyler raise his hands in surrender. He closed the car door for you and looked back at Tyler. He was about to share a word with him but you yelled at him not to.

“So embarrassing” You complained to your brother once you got to your front door.

“What are you doing falling asleep on boys cars?” Brian argued.

“What are you doing still living with us? You’re 25!” You told him off, to which you heard a loud laugh.

It was Tyler, who heard the small argument you both had. When he saw you turn to him, he speed away.

Later that night Tyler called you to ask if you were grounded or would stop seeing him.

“It’s Brian I wouldn’t worry too much. He’s all bark no bite. I got it under control” You said, writing down an equation for your Calculus homework.

“You’re not scared of anything huh?” He said, you could hear his smirk just from his voice.

“Scared of Brian? Please” You huffed. “I’m fine Joseph. My mom yelled at him and sent him to the basement” You told him what happened when you stepped inside the house. You smiled at your phone when you heard Tyler’s laugh, it was always contagious when you heard it. You looked at your phone with a smile, imagining him laughing.

“I finished your song” Tyler said softly, he was swaying his foot nervously.

Tyler bit his lip, giving you a moment to reply to his statement. He was laying on his bed after he took a shower, his ukulele was resting on his stomach. The song needed a few adjustments but after tonight, he felt like he had enough to make the song perfect.

It was sweet how he referred to the song as yours. It always made you happy to hear about his progress. It was always exciting to hear about Tyler’s ideas.

“Seriously?!” You said.

“Seriously”

“Oh my god! Can you play it right now? Please I’m dying to hear it! Play it now” You were beaming joy, you had to get up from your chair to shake off all the excitement.

“Sure, let me get my uke” Tyler teased even though he already warmed up his voice before calling you. He loved to show off. “Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes!” You exclaimed. You dropped your homework in the middle of the problem you were solving to hold your phone up to your ear, making sure you can hear the song as close as possible.

An-nyǒng-ha-se-yo

Tyler sat up on his bed, strumming the interesting beginning of the song. The song was beautiful, upbeat and catchy despite the way Tyler was singing it.

You listened to every word, nodding your head at everything coming out of Tyler’s mouth.

He’s the tear in my heart..

The song was sweet but not in a cliche way. You loved the song, it was perfect. The sound of his ukulele slowly soothing you.

“So what do you think?” Tyler said. “Was it all you hoped for and more”

“Oh Tyler, the past two months have been so worth it” You said, referring to all the work you’ve put into getting Tyler a passing grade in Physics.

“No problem Y/n. I’m glad you liked it. I gotta go now.. Night night” Tyler said, playing with the end of his pants. His cheeks were burning red his heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to come out of his chest. It felt like he just ran a marathon in a way, but he made it.

Even though he changed the pronouns for the song to fit your situation, he couldn’t hide the real meaning behind every verse.

If only you knew that the song was really for you more than made for you to sing it to your crush.