#twenty øne piløts fanfiction

[fever-daydream]

Diary Entry #1 (Twenty Øne Pilots Fanfiction)

Synopsis: A Dema citizen grapples with her choices as the rebellion against Dema continues to grow.

TW: Themes relating and referencing to depression and suicidal thoughts/suicide. If you are feeling at risk of such behaviors, please contact your regional suicide hotline. There is so much light you have to offer this world, even when you feel shrouded in darkness.

Authors note: This work was primarily inspired by the letters that the band has been slowly releasing over the course of the Clancy Tour documenting conversations between Banditos and Dema citizens pertaining to the impending revolution against The Bishops/Dema that we come to see in the Paladin Strait music video. The two part story titled “Break the Cycle” by @oldiesstationlover11607 also served as a large catalyst for this project, as it helped introduce me to the prospect of some Dema citizens being hesitant to join the Banditos, leaving behind the world they’ve grown used to, whether willingly or not. I highly recommend reading it as well as their other works. The process of writing this was actually surprisingly therapeutic for me and perhaps I’ll do more diary entries in the future.

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Diary Entry #1

Everyone talks about leaving the city. Not loudly, of course. But, whispers travel quickly in Dema despite the watchful eyes constantly overlooking us. The Banditos, people say, will save us. They’ll overthrow The Bishops, and free us all from the grasp of Vialism. We’ll be happy. We’ll be free. You just have to keep waiting. Push on through.

I’m tired of waiting.

What’s the point in waiting when you don’t know when relief will come, if it even comes at all. I’ve been in the city as long as I can remember. Sometimes I doubt there was a life before it, even though everyone says there was. It’s just as much a part of me as I am of it; two entities forever trapped in a twisted symbiotic relationship. They get my work, my loyalty, anything a city would need to thrive, and I get a sense of comfort and familiarity from the only world I know.

Even if the Banditos do come, even if they do win, who’s to say it will change things for the better? At least with the Bishops, I know what enemy I’m facing. I know what lies at the end of their games. I’ve been in long enough that I’ve accepted it as my fate. The Banditos take that away. Sure, we’ll be free. But with freedom comes the unknown. The unknown scares me.

So, what’s holding me back from fully accepting my fate in Dema? I could fully give myself to Vialism, join the Glorious Gone just as so many before me have. If I’ve accepted it as my fate, why not just take the leap?

It’s the unknown.

I don’t know what comes after this life. What if there isn’t really anything? This is it? Even if my life is a shadow of what a life should be, it’s better than nothing. It has its moments where, at least for a little bit, everything seems worth it. Like I could find something greater than the gray walls that surround me. Sure, I inevitably come crashing back down to earth, the reality of the life I’ve found myself in waking me up from the dream I was lost in, but at least I’m there for a moment.

I don’t know what I see the Banditos as. A lot of people see them as saviors, as hope. I see them as unknowns. Maybe they’ll help us for the better, but is following them, taking such a risk, worth it after becoming comfortably numb to the only life I’ve known?

[fever-daydream]

My non existent followers better read this because it’s so fluffy and cute and I love it! ❤️

🎶Hello! My name is Elder 💛, and I would like to share with you the most amazing request!🎶

Hello my dude! It’s me 💛. First of all, I love hearing your responses to whatever it is I’m dragging on about in my request messages so please never apologize. It’s almost like we’re pen pals in a way (only I give nothin in return for your amazing stories other than my poor jokes). Also, the whole concept about how perspectives affect how people view the media they consume that you talked about in the Josh studying one shot (which, honestly, encouraged me to study) is a similar concept that psychology talks about a decent amount (though, we focus beyond just perception of media, but I definitely understood the concept you mentioned). Also, have fun at your show when it comes around! I feel like sometimes international fans (for US artists) are better crowds because they don’t take the fact that the artist is touring there for granted. Idk. Have fun no matter what though!

Anyways, I’m rambling. My request. I was wondering if you could do something really fluffy about the reader, who is in a relationship with Tyler, struggling to sleep on the tour bus while she tours with the boys, not because it is small or uncomfortable or anything (which it is), but because the bunks on the bus are too small for her to snuggle with Tyler, which helps her fall asleep. Maybe she could try to hide how tired she is for a few days but Tyler catches on or something.

I apologize if this is a stupid request. No pressure for it to be long or anything, I just think it’s cute!

Sleep - Tyler Joseph x reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: none - fluffy

Word Count: 1797

A/N: So sorry this took so long! It's been a stressful few days as you probably saw on one of my posts but things are getting better now I think. Starting to realise at 18 that parents (especially my Dad) generally have no idea what they're doing in life either and can f up a lot. I agree with the notion that international fans appreciate artists touring more–tøp is only playing one show for our whole country so it's very exciting for me lol. Hope you enjoy this one!

“And this is the bus!” Tyler beamed, grasping my hand and helping me up onto the vehicle. My jaw dropped, completely unexpecting the amazingness in front of me. The front of the bus was lined with benches and a tv sat in the corner–a nintendo sitting underneath it. Towards the back, the walk space narrowed as rows of bunks led to the end lounge. 

“Holy shit, this is–wow,” I gasped. Tyler let out a loud laugh, putting the last of our stuff where it belonged. I couldn’t believe this was going to be our home for the next three months. Josh, Mark, important crew members, Tyler, and I–all in this small bus together. It was going to be awesome.

Tyler grabbed my hand, leading me back to the bunks. He pointed at the last top and middle bunks on the left side. “This is where we’re sleeping. You’re top and I’m middle–Josh is sleeping on the bottom.” I hadn’t realized that Tyler and I wouldn’t be sleeping together. We always slept together, practically on top of each other. How could I have been so stupid? Of course the bunks weren’t going to fit two people. I nodded, trying to hide my worry. Tyler and I had slept together every night for the last three years, even in the back of the van we made it work. 

“You done giving her the tour?” Josh smiled, appearing from the back lounge. He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt, skinny jeans, and the same baseball cap he’d worn everyday for the last 6 months. Tyler nodded, leading us into the front lounge. It was starting to get dark outside, which as Tyler had told me earlier, meant we were going to sleep soon and the driver was going to take us to the first stop on the tour. Knowing me better than anyone, Tyler placed a bag of peppermint tea inside a mug and filled it with warm water. Every night before I slept I had to have a warm drink and cuddle with him before I could sleep–except this time I only got to have one of those things. 

“Do you guys think you’ll miss the van?” I asked, taking a sip of my tea and leaning against Tyler. I wondered if he felt the same way about our sleeping arrangements. 

“I don't know, maybe?” Josh started.

“I think we’ll miss certain aspects of it. I definitely don’t miss how cramped it was,” Tyler chuckled, looking at me. 

“Yeah, I guess it was cramped, wasn’t it?” I awkwardly laughed. As I finished my drink I put it in the sink and headed to the back lounge to get changed into my pjs. The back lounge was just big enough for everyone’s suitcases to fit and for us to get changed—however it was hard to keep my balance considering the floor was covered in clothes and suitcases. I folded up my clothes and slipped them into the bag I’d designated for Tyler and I’s dirty clothes. I grabbed a hoodie and marched back out to the front of the bus where Tyler was sitting–Josh must’ve gone to bed already. 

“You ready?” Tyler smiled, getting up off the couch and stretching his arms. I hummed a yes before Tyler led us to our set of bunks, the bottom bunk’s curtain closed confirming my theory that Josh had gone to bed already. Tyler helped me up to the top bunk before climbing in below me. It felt weird to know he was going to sleep below me when all I wanted to do was sleep in his embrace. After getting myself as comfortable as I possibly could be without being next to Tyler, I leaned over the edge of my bunk to see him scrolling on his phone. 

“What’re you doing?” I whispered, causing him to look up from his phone with a soft smile. 

“Just scrolling through Twitter, the fans seem really excited for the show,” he hummed. 

“More excited than you?” I chuckled, reaching down to hold his hand. He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand before pressing his lips to it. 

“No one is ever more excited than me for tour,” he responded. “Anyways, I’m tired, I should get some rest.” I nodded, feeling blood start to rush to my head from hanging upside down. 

“Okay, goodnight Ty,” I smiled. “Night love,” he hummed, rolling over onto his side, turning his little light off, and closing the blue cotton curtain. 

I rolled back up so I was laying flat on my bunk and staring up at the roof of the little box I was sealed in. My eyes felt heavy as the blue light from my phone beamed into my face from scrolling–which I wouldn’t have been doing if Tyler had bothered to teach me how to use the little screens at the end of each bed. A few hours had passed and I still hadn’t fallen asleep yet, the sound of–probably–Josh’s snoring filled the bus along with the buzzing of the road. I missed the shape of Tyler’s body against mine, we fit perfectly together and just laying there I felt like half the person I was supposed to be. I’d put my phone down, its battery reaching 10% and resorted to counting to 100 over and over again while tossing and turning to find a comfortable position. Nothing was helping. As each hour passed through the night I kept my eye on the clock counting the hours till the boys would wake up. Tyler was a morning person–or at least he’d made himself a morning person–always keen to make the most of the day and get to work so that by the evening he could spend time with me. Each hour I made mental notes of what was happening each hour, trying to save myself from going insane. 

3AM - Josh stopped snoring and Tyler let out a groan as he rolled over. 

4AM - The bus jumped as we went over what I assumed was a speed bump and I fell asleep for 15 minutes. 

5AM - Someone turned on their phone for 10 minutes but definitely fell back asleep after 5 minutes and we parked just inside the gates of the venue parking lot. I could hear the sounds of crew off loading equipment–loud enough to hear but quiet enough to not wake anyone up. Josh’s curtain opened and he got changed for a run.

6AM - Tyler’s curtain opened and he crawled out of the bunk. 

“Tyler?” I croaked, opening my own curtain. He was running his fingers through his hair, trying to fix it after what I knew was a decent sleep. 

“Morning,” Tyler smiled, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. Josh climbed back onto the bus, the vehicle shaking slightly with the change of weight. I jumped down from my bunk and put on one of Tyler’s black hoodies, the smell relaxing me more than I had been in the last 8 hours. “You want some breakfast?” I nodded, knowing I was going to need an awful amount of coffee to survive the day. By the time I made it to the front of the bus Tyler had placed a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee on the table for me. 

“Thanks babe,” I smiled, digging into my food and listening to Josh talk about what the city we were in had to do. What I had failed to notice was Tyler strongly examining my face as if there was something wrong. While Josh continued to talk about tourist attractions–further exhausting me with every activity he mentioned–Tyler reached out to rub my upper cheek. 

“Did you get enough sleep last night Y/N?” he started. I didn’t want to bother him with my issues, Tyler was going to be busy today and clearly I was the only one who had a problem with sleeping alone. 

“Yeah, I think so,” I lied, trying to hold back a yawn. Josh let out a loud laugh. “What’s so funny?” I darted my head in his direction. 

“Well I’m sure Tyler already knows this considering it’s you but you’re a terrible liar,” he explained, a massive grin plastered onto his face. My jaw dropped. “You’ve been wide awake since at least 4:30–I could hear you rolling over every three seconds,” he got up to put away his dishes and have a shower, leaving Tyler and I alone at the table. 

“Y/N?” Tyler asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“He’s right. I got 15 minutes of sleep,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes and finally releasing the yawn I’d been trying to hold in.  

“Oh honey,” Tyler reached out to hold my hand, “why didn’t you sleep?” I thought long and hard about how I was going to answer that question without seeming like a creep. 

“I–I missed you. We haven’t had a single night apart in forever and I just–I couldn’t sleep,” I sighed. Tyler looked relieved, the stress lines on his forehead disappearing. 

“God, I thought something was horribly wrong,” he breathed, “I can fix the missing me problem Y/N.” I got up and put my dishes in the sink on top of Josh’s–one of us would eventually clean them but it wasn’t going to be me and it wasn’t going to be right now. 

“How?” I asked. Tyler got up from his seat and walked to the back of the bus. He ruffled through his suitcase before pulling something out and coming back to me. 

“This.” He handed me a black t-shirt–the exact black t-shirt he was wearing when we first met. “It smells like me so if you’re struggling to sleep at least you have something that is mine and–” Before he could finish his sentence I’d practically tackled him into his chair, pressing my lips to his. My eyes fluttered closed and my breathing slowed, finally feeling relaxed in his embrace. He returned the kiss, meshing his lips against mine gently. “Wait–wait,” he muttered in between breaths causing me to pull away slowly. “I wasn’t done yet,” he laughed. 

“What?” I smirked lazily. 

“I was going to say, you can always wake me up in the night if you want to talk or cuddle or need anything,” he explained. 

“Really?” I asked, resting my head in the crook of his neck and closing my eyes. He hummed a yes before standing up with me wrapped around him like a koala. His hands came to rest under me so he could hold me up. 

“Let’s get you back to bed,” he sighed, carrying me to the back of the bus. I was barely awake at that point, my breathing slowing and consciousness slowly slipping away. “Sleep well Y/N.”

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Requests open!!

[j-jinxee]

TYLER DRABBLE -☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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 -☆

[whoistyj]

we always talk about alien josh, but can we talk about alien tyler?? IMAGINE HOW EXCITED JOSH WOULD BE taking care of the little creature, teaching him everything he has to know about humans, he would be so happy about it

tyler proved josh that aliens were real and that he wasn't crazy when he said that he had seen one before and his friends didn't believe him

josh would have so many questions about planets, space, stars. so many that it would start making tyler dizzy, but he didn't mind because he could see how excited josh was about the whole thing, he guessed that this alien-human interaction was not very common among species.

unlike josh, tyler was never too curious about the human world. these were seen as the not-so-advanced species. nonetheless, he was already there, so he might as well learn a thing or two.

he would later be surprised by his own new hyperfixation on human life and their interactions. everything seemed so genuine between them. they had skills that you had to learn, unlike aliens.

cooking and art was what stunned tyler the most. for him, cooking and food itself weren't things necessary to survive. art was a whole new concept he had never heard about.

if aliens didn't need it, they would get rid of the information.

he had no way of knowing if josh was an excellent cook, he just knew that he liked whatever he brought to the table. sometimes the overwhelming smell of home-made food would fill the whole kitchen, making tyler's brain go places he had never experienced before. some other times, josh would open the door and the food was just there, waiting to be picked up.

when that happened, the smell in the kitchen was nowhere to be found. however, as soon as the bag opened, his brain would get the same funny feeling he still didn't know how to respond to, he just knew that he liked it.

[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...

[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."

[roughbuddy]

i will never be able to listen to forest again without thinking about the forest fic. the line in the song “my treehouse is on fire” just like in the fanfic. only question is did the song inspire the fic or did the fic inspire the song??

[abcmuushroom]

very curious about the fandom's take on this. imagine you are writing a fic (or creating art or reading a fic or) that takes place in trench, and the torchbearer is one of the characters- he is NOT josh dun (or at least, the reader doesn't yet know that his name is josh dun).

[hype-old-posts]

if i write a trench fic would y'all read

[velvetcake96]

At last, the first two chapters of that Modern Clancy X Torch AU can be read! +A little doodle!

He Always Tries To Stop Me

[wwisteriiaa]

Matchmaking

Tyler Joseph x F!reader ( blurry face era )

Warnings: None :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Guys why are like 1/3 of the requests I have literally Josh 😭 I nearly never get Josh fic requests but I am literally here for it bc I've been in a Josh mood recently hehe

[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

[whoistyj]

just posted the first chapter of my new zombie apocalypse joshler au! it's called "flesh covered in bites" and i'd appreciate it if you guys could check it out and let me know if u like the idea!!

READ IT HERE <3

[when-worlds-end]

Oops... I fell onto my keyboard...

Your eyes remain glued to the cracked ground as you walk away from him, the sound of his beat-up vans hitting the concrete sidewalk rattling along the inside of your skull as he follows you.

One step. Two steps. Four steps. Eight steps. His pace continues to match perfectly in time with yours until you can't take it anymore, furiously whipping around to face the person who just can't seem to cut their losses.

"Stop following me."

"Not until you tell me why they call you that," he breathes out, his words tumbling over themselves in a panic as he tries desperately to pivot the conversation in a direction where you don't demand that he leaves.

"Why won't you just accept that that's what everyone calls me?" Your question comes out softer than you expected, your voice sounding hollow as the layers of defeat pile up in your throat as if to choke you.

"Because I... I just... can't." The words halt you in your tracks but he keeps going, as if he can't stop, "it's cruel, what they call you. They all know it, they're just too cowardly to say anything about it. I'm not. Different doesn't mean bad. Different doesn't mean monster. Different doesn't mean freak."

[clancysjumpsuit]

clancy the pup is sleeping next to me while i add to my 20 page google doc