#tyler joseph x male reader

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HIIII YAYYYY UM

do you do m/m perchance ..... perhaps a little scene with pre-escape Clancy and a friend and he's just rambling to you about how much he wants to escape but you can't even focus because he's so pretty when he's feisty and he's always feisty ... and they were both boys

Escape - Clancy x Male!Reader

Warnings: Romance hehe - Clancy kisses bc we love our bestie

Word Count: 1632 - sorry it's a bit shorter :(

A/N: This was really fun tbh :) I tried a different perspective so we've got second person for once. If this anon sees this which I REALLY hope they do, please continue requesting! I love getting to know my anons so if you put an emoji with your next request I can see who is requesting stuff while still being an anon :) enjoy....

Dema never changes. The faint hum of distant tower bells echoed through the oppressive silence, a reminder that the bishops watched, always. The air in your room was thick, stagnant, like the rest of this suffocating city. You were perched on the edge of a rickety wooden chair, eyes half-lidded with fatigue, but your mind was elsewhere, wandering. Not because of the usual deadening monotony of the day, but because of Clancy.

Clancy was pacing again. Back and forth, back and forth, like a caged animal on the verge of snapping. His fists were clenched tight, shaking slightly as they hovered near his sides, and his eyes darted toward the window as if he'd find freedom there. His words tumbled out of him, hurried and angry, barely contained by his lips.

“I can’t stay here anymore,” he spat, his voice like a sharp blade cutting through the suffocating silence. “I’ve been thinking, planning. There has to be a way out. There’s always a way out.” His hair was disheveled, sticking out at odd angles from where he'd tugged at it in frustration. His face was flushed, a rare color against the gray backdrop of this dreary place.

You leaned back in the chair, feigning interest as your gaze drifted over him. He was still talking, but it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on his words. All you could focus on was the way his lips moved, the way his jaw clenched with every frustrated word, the fire burning in his eyes. You were no stranger to Clancy's outbursts, his need for rebellion bubbling beneath the surface every time he spoke. He was always like this, ready to burn the world down. And yet, despite the bleakness of your surroundings, despite the chains that Dema had thrown around both of you, he burned brighter than anything you’d ever seen.

He huffed, running a hand through his hair, and resumed his pacing. “We need to get out of here before the bishops tighten their grip. You feel it, don’t you? It’s like they’re waiting for something. Like they know something’s about to happen.”

Your mind kept wondering, staring into Clancy's eyes as we paced across the courtyard in the closest thing to a rage without being noticed by a Watcher. The conversation drifted from the frustration and grief of Vialism to escape routes and the banditos but you didn't catch many details, your mind escaping to a different world–one where Clancy was sitting next to you, holding your hand and asking you to run away with him. Friends. You were friends. Except Clancy nearly never spent a minute without you.

“Are you even listening?” Clancy's voice cut through your thoughts, his tone sharp with irritation. He stopped pacing for a moment, turning to face you. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at you like you were missing the most important part of the puzzle.

You blinked, snapping back to reality. “Huh? Yeah, I’m listening,” you lied smoothly, even though you hadn’t caught the last few words he'd said. But could he blame you? Clancy was all fiery passion and barely-contained rage, and you were helplessly distracted by it. By him.

He huffed, rolling his eyes before running a hand through his hair again, pacing once more. “I’m serious. We need to get out of here before the bishops tighten their grip even more. You can feel it, can’t you? It’s like they know something’s coming. Like they’re preparing for something. We have to be ready too.”

You nodded absentmindedly, though your gaze wasn’t following his words—it was trailing over him instead. The way his shoulders tensed under his shirt, the way his hands gestured wildly when he spoke, punctuating each sentence with the same fierce determination that always drew you in. Clancy was all sharp edges and barely restrained rebellion, and it was impossible not to be captivated by it.

“Look,” he said, stopping in front of you, his eyes locking onto yours, searching for something. “You’re my best friend, alright? We’ve been through a lot in this place. I’m telling you, we can’t stay here any longer. We have to be ready to move.”

Friend. The word felt so simple, so normal, for something that had always felt like so much more. Clancy was your best friend, yes—but there was something about him, something deeper that kept tugging at you every time he spoke about escaping. It wasn’t just about Dema. It was about him. About how his fire made your pulse race, about how he could make everything else fade away when he was this close.

You tried to focus, but your mind was drifting again, the words blurring into the background as Clancy stepped even closer, his gaze never leaving yours. The tension in the air was thick, electric, crackling between you like something unsaid. Something you both felt but never acknowledged. His passion was intoxicating, and it made your head spin. He’d talk about escape like it was the only thing keeping him alive, and you believed him. But how could you focus on an escape plan when all you could think about was how his eyes lit up when he talked about freedom? Or how his voice would drop lower when he was whispering conspiracies, and all you could imagine was how it would sound if he said your name like that.

You didn’t even notice how long you’d been staring until he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes locking onto yours. He tilted his head slightly, a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You’re not listening at all, are you?” he asked, his tone softening a little. There was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes now, like he had finally caught onto the fact that your mind was far from the conversation.

You blinked, heat rising to your face, but you quickly tried to cover it up with a shrug. Your breath caught, heart hammering in your chest as you searched for the right words. “It’s… it’s just hard to focus when you’re like this.”

Clancy raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like…” You swallowed hard. “Like you’re ready to tear the world apart. It’s distracting.”

For a moment, something in Clancy’s expression shifted. His usual confidence faltered, replaced by a brief flash of uncertainty. His eyes softened, just for a second, as if he hadn’t expected you to say that. But then, his smirk returned, and he took a step closer, so close that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. You could see every little detail now—the way his lips parted just slightly, the way his breath came faster.

“Distracting, huh?” Clancy repeated, his voice low, dangerously close. You couldn’t look away, couldn’t think about anything but him. The tension was unbearable now, the air between you heavy with something unspoken.

He reached out, his hand brushing against your arm, sending a shock of electricity through your skin. His touch was surprisingly gentle for someone always so fiery. You felt frozen, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers trailed up, barely touching, until they reached your collarbone.

“I’ve been talking about escaping this place,” Clancy murmured, his voice softer now. “And you’re acting like there’s something else on your mind.”

“I–I… uh,” you couldn’t lie to him. He knew you too well to be able to get away with a lie. 

“I’m not an idiot Y/N,” he spoke, cupping your jaw. “If I’m able to come up with an escape route out of here, I’m smart enough to figure out how you feel about me.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. Clancy’s lips hovered near yours, so close that you could feel his breath against your skin, but not quite touching. You could see it in his eyes—the hesitation, the uncertainty that rarely surfaced. And yet, there was a pull, something magnetic between you, something that neither of you could ignore any longer.

Without warning, Clancy closed the gap, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was desperate, burning with all the fire that he always carried with him. It was like a dam breaking, all the tension that had been building between you two spilling over in one reckless, impulsive moment. His hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you closer, and for a second, everything else faded away. The oppressive weight of Dema, the ever-present shadow of the bishops—it was all gone, replaced by the raw, electric connection between the two of you.

When he pulled back, breathless and wide-eyed, it was like the whole world had shifted. You stared at each other for a long moment, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. Neither of you spoke.

Finally, you cleared your throat, breaking the silence. “It’s, uh… it’s getting late,” you said, your voice a little shaky. “We should head inside. It’s almost curfew.”

Clancy blinked, as if waking up from a dream. He glanced toward the window, then back at you, his expression softening. For a moment, you thought he might say something—something more about what just happened—but instead, he just nodded.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice quieter now. “You’re right.”

And with that, the two of you stood, side by side, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air as you made your way inside, the heavy chains of Dema settling back around you both. The world outside was still the same—the bishops, the towers, the suffocating city of Dema. But between the two of you, something had shifted, something you couldn’t take back. You had no idea what it meant, but for now, you let it be. You’d figure it out, one way or another. Because whatever this was, it wasn’t going away.

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Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Request - Hiya can I ask for a Wednesday addams x male reader (can control winter weather and magician) established relationship where he sees her kiss with Tyler and is furious and confronts them and breaks up with her and after that blizzards and winter storms are summoned he eventually helps in the final fight.

You are in town and you are about to pass the cafe shop, but you see your girlfriend. You watched them kiss each other and Wednesday didn't stop. You barged inside the cafe shop and you started to yell at them.

“Why would you kiss him!?” You yelled.

“Who are you?” Tyler asked.

“I was her boyfriend,” You said.

You pushed Tyler then he pushed you back.

“Y/n-” Wednesday said.

You didn't let her say anything and you don't want to listen to her excuses. She tried again to say something but you started to yell at them.

“It’s over, Wednesday!” You yelled.

You leave the cafe shop and you form your hands into fists. Your anger starts to get stronger and you walk back to the school. Your anger starts to fuel your magic and you are not thinking straight. Your magic starts to control the weather, a blizzard starts to form. Everyone in town notices the grey sky then Wednesday walks outside and watches the sky turn even more grey. Then a loud thunderstorm strikes and everyone starts to feel scared they rush home. But Wednesday figured out, that your powers are doing that. Again, the thunderstorm strikes but louder, and Wednesday heads back to school. She figured you would be there in your dorm room.

It starts to snow heavily and you are still walking to school. You don't notice the weather changing because of your anger. You are feeling hurt and angry and your mind is all over the place.

“Why she would cheat on me” You mumbled.

It took a while but you made it back to school. You are shivering because of the blizzard and you lock your dorm room. You sit on your bed and you sigh. But Wednesday knocks on the door hard but you don't move.

“Y/n, open the door. I won't leave until you open the door” Wednesday said.

You don't say anything.

“Y/n, I know you are in there,” Wednesday said.

She knocks on the door again but you don't move or say anything. You start to use your magic to make her leave, your magic sends Wednesday to her dorm room.

———

For the past few days, you have been using magic to avoid everyone. Wednesday has sent Thing to speak with you but you would use magic to avoid him. But Wednesday has tried to speak with you but had no luck. But Wednesday tries to figure out what her visions mean and the big fight. Enid has been keeping you up on what is going on with Wednesday and more.

You used your magic to spy on Wednesday’s dorm room. You see a crime scene board in the room and you start to look at it carefully. Your brain starts to work fast and you start to put the clues together. You noticed her drawings of Joseph Crackstone and you recognized it from a book. You stopped using your magic and you went to look for the book. You went to the library and you used your magic to search for the book faster. Then you start to search for his family tree starting from the beginning.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

You figured out who is the Hyde and who is controlling him. You rushed to look for Wednesday but the school was under attack by Joseph Crackstone. You start to help your friends and protect others with your magic. Then you start to look for Wednesday and you find her badly injured and bleeding out.

“Wednesday!” You yelled.

You run towards her and you see the wound on her stomach.

“Y/n. It's Marilyn Thornhill -” Wednesday said.

“I know. She was born Laurel Gates then changed her name and wanted to get revenge. I figured it out” You said.

Wednesday is feeling weak and you used your magic to heal her. She is feeling better than you helped her fight Joseph.

——-

You are helping Ajax and Enid study for the science exam. They noticed Wednesday walked in then they stared at you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Ajax and Enjd said they needed my help,” Wednesday said.

“We lied so you and Wednesday can talk,” Enid said.

“But we really needed help to study but we will let you and Wednesday talk,” Ajax said.

They leave the library then you and Wednesday stare at each other.

“Thank you for saving me,” Wednesday said.

“You're welcome,” You said.

“About the kiss…” Wednesday said.

“I don't want to talk about the kiss,” You said.

“I’m sorry,” Wednesday said.

You and Wednesday leave the library. She tells you about a new mystery that she has to solve. You offered your help and she didn't say no. But you and Wednesday go into town and you see the guys that ruined the Rave'N Dance.

“Why are you using your magic?” Wednesday asked.

“They deserve it,” You said.

She watched you use your magic, a car passed by, and you created mud to get on it.

“Childish but not a bad idea,” Wednesday said.

You use your magic to make a black rose appear, then you give it to her. She likes it then she holds your hand. You kiss her on the lips and you smile at her.

Much later, you help Wednesday with the mystery of who wants her dead. You and Wednesday break into Principal Weems’ office. You and Wednesday start to search for clues of anything. You get on the laptop and Wednesday tells you which files to open.

“It’s a long list. Anyone can be your enemy since the first day you arrived” You said.

“I’m not worried. I know I’m stubborn, single-minded, and obsessive. But those are all traits of great writers. Yes, and serial killers” Wednesday said.

You turned around and looked at her.

“Wait, are you going to kill me?” You teased.

She kissed you on the lips and then whispered.

“I’m not going to spoil the fun and tell you, Y/n that I'm going to kill you,” Wednesday said.

You can't tell if she is lying or not, she didn't show emotion. You were going to click on Rowan Laslow’s file.

“Why are you going to open his file?” Wednesday asked.

“He hated you. So, let's start from the beginning and find out if anyone knew about it or who else did he hung out with bodies Xavier” You said.

Before you can read it, someone starts to open the door. You grabbed her hand and used your magic to escape the room. You used your magic to get into her dorm room.

“That was close,” You said.

“You could have used your magic to block the door from opening,” Wednesday said.

“You're welcome for not getting caught,” You said.

She rolled her eyes at you.

“Let's get something to eat,” You said.

“Fine. But we going back somehow to find out about Rowan’s file” Wednesday said.

“I know,” You said.

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Betrayed

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader

Dead leaves crunched beneath his feet as Y/N paced a small path towards the Crackstone's Crypt. The place that had been filled with so much mystery was now a place of dread and despair of painful memories. Memories of uncovering the mystery of Joseph Crackstone, Wednesday’s prophecy and the place where Y/N let himself be vulnerable to the one person that made him feel alive.

Tyler Galpin had reeled Y/N in with his boyish charm, and his warmth and earnestness, that shrouded the literal beast inside of him. The Hyde behind the Jekyll. The Beauty and the Beast.

His first date. His first kiss. Everything within that crypt was with the one person who broke Y/N Munster in more ways than one. He hated it.

Y/N sat down heavily on the steps to the crypt, burying his face in your hands. How could this have happened? His grandpa warned him that humans–normies, were dangerous, but Y/N didn’t realize how dangerous they really were.

The sound of footsteps could be heard around the crypt of Joseph Crackstone. Y/N looked up and saw a familiar face that made his stomach drop and his heart thumb rapidly.

Tyler raised his hands in defense as Y/N jumped up and got into a defensive position as he glared at the Hyde boy. “It’s just me. No need to bring out the Kung Fu moves again.”

“For you, I’d do much worse than just knocking you on your ass.” Y/N warned, fangs poking out just slightly. “I heard you escaped.”

Tyler smiled and chuckled. “More like…. out for good behavior.”

“And you came here because?”

“I knew you’d still be here before winter break. And I wanted to see you. Maybe talk?” Tyler got closer to Y/N as he hissed in warning as the Hyde boy backed up a bit.

“Talk about what, huh? How many more ways are there for you to rip my heart out?” Y/N asked him.

“I’m sorry,” Tyler said.

“No, you’re not. If you were truly sorry, you’d stop enjoying killing people.”

“Says the guy whose family are literal monsters.”

“My family may be monsters, but they are good people. Better than you could ever hope to be, because as long as you're sire bonded to Ms. Thornhill, you will always be a danger.” Y/N walked towards Tyler.

“Sire bond?” Tyler frowns.

“Yeah, you’re grateful to Ms. Thornhill for showing you who you really are, and that has caused you to do anything and everything that she asks. As long as you feel that loyalty to her, she will always have control over you.” Y/N and Tyler were standing chest to chest as Y/N looked into his blue colored eyes.

“Then help me break it, please?” Tyler runs a thumb over Y/N’s cheek as the latter moves away from his touch. “Don’t. Just don’t. I can’t help you, Tyler. Only you can do that.”

“I thought we were in this together?” Tyler asks.

“That was before I gave my heart to a lying jackass,” Y/N said. He speeded and pushed Tyler against a tree and kept the slightly taller boy pinned in an iron lock grip. “You know, under different circumstances, this would be kind of hot.”

“Do you not care about what you did to me? To Wednesday? To all the people you murdered!” Y/N asked. “My first kiss. My first boyfriend. I hate that it was you.”

“Then why let me live? Why not kill me?” Tyler’s blue eyes were a darker shade of blue in the cool, snowy air. He looked down at Y/N, awaiting an answer.

Y/N huffed as he let Tyler go. “I’m not a killer. I’m not you.”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

“Wasn’t it? You could have chosen to tell me as soon as we met, but you didn’t. No, you chose to play with my feelings and you broke me, Tyler. I’m fucking broke because of you.” Y/N let tears roll down his face as he admitted that.

Tyler’s face immediately morphed into the one that was caring, compassionate, and warm. The face that he had used to rope Y/N in his webs of deceptions. “Oh, Y/N… I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.”

He wiped away Y/N’s tears. The other boy looked at him. “I want you to leave and never come back. If you do, I will drain every ounce of blood from your body. Understand?”

Tyler said nothing as he nodded his head. He was frustrated, hurt, and angry, but he accepted this. He stepped away from Y/N. He began to walk back the way he came as he turned and took one glance at Y/N. “I love you, Y/N Munster. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make things right between us. I would wait forever for you.” And with that, he was gone.

Y/N waited until he couldn’t hear Tyler’s heartbeat close him anymore before he let the tears fall hard, as Wednesday and Thing came up behind him and watched him breakdown.

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Playing Detectives Pt 5 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

When Wednesday went to the school dance with Tyler, Y/N realized how he truly felt about his partner, meanwhile he and Eugene staked out the cave and caught someone burning and evidence there was something inside, and Eugene got attacked by the monster.

I had been spending the last couple of nights hanging around Eugene’s hospital bed, he’s going to make it, but he’s still really badly hurt. I usually stay until the nurses kick me out, I’m on a first name basis with most of the hospital staff at this point. Me and Wends talked for a little bit, she offered me her deepest sympathies over Eugene since we are roommates which is her way of hugging me and telling me everything will be all right.

However this weekend I wouldn’t be able to hang out in Eugene’s room because I have to deal with another one of this school’s annoying functions, Parent’s Weekend, don’t get me wrong I love my family, it’s just that some of them are a bit on the weirder side, plus my cousin Gojo will just flirt with all the girls and my cousin Oliver will just flirt with all the guys.

The run down on the family tree is that there is my grandfather Tim Barron, he had my dad Oscar, my uncle Austin, my uncle Eddie, my uncle Francis, my uncle Richard, my uncle Joseph, my aunt Jane, and my uncle Toji. Tim’s brother is Issac Barron. My dad married my mom Maxine, they had my oldest brother Arthur, the dead one, my oldest sister Ruby, my sister Elizabeth, then there’s my brothers Jason and Jack and my sister Amelia. My uncle Francis had my cousins Skyler, Oliver and Gwen. Then my uncle Toji had my cousins Maki and Gojo.

Other than my parents none of my uncles or my aunt really had successful marriages but aunt Jane is dating someone she thinks is nice right now.

Now even though it is called Parent’s Weekend all of them are coming. So this weekend I have to deal with the stress of my entire family being in one school, Eugene’s injuries, my emerging feelings for Wednesday, her family being in the same school, and solving a murder investigation that also involves our destiny to determine the fate of the school involving a clash with a murderous four hundred year old pilgrim. There is also something I’ve been wondering about, the night Rowan died when Wednesday touched my hand she had a vision, then the night of the Rave’N she was worried about me going out and running the risk of dealing with the monster, so now I just want to know what she saw in her vision of me.

— — —

Me, Jack, Jason, Ameila are all standing out by the gates waiting for our various family members to arrive. Most of them arrive in various limos but uncle Francis, Skyler, and Oliver all pull up on motorcycles doing their best to make in entrance. We greet our various family members and before I know it I’m face to face with my parents.

“Son.” My dad says deadpan.

“Father, Mother.” I return.

We stand there a few seconds before breaking out into laughter and hugging.

“How have you been?” My mom asks me.

“Fantastic, solving a murder investigation that involves a monster and Jericho’s founder Joseph Crackstone.” I reply.

“That’s my boy.” Dad says proudly wrapping and arm around my shoulder before turning to my siblings.

“Hey, assface.” I hear and as I turn I’m met with my sister Ruby.

“Shit brains.” I greet before once again laughing and hugging my relatives.

“Hey Y/N.” My sister Elizabeth greets.

“Hi.” Hi say hugging her.

We all start to head into the quad to hear Weems’ speech. Nevermore’s a haven blah blah blah. Stuff like that. The only part I paid attention to was when she said that Eugene is on the mend.

“That’s your roommate right?” My cousin Maki asked me.

“Yeah.” I say before walking off the second the speech is done.

I head over to Wednesday and Enid, I know Enid’s got it rough with her mother since she isn’t able to wolf out like the rest of her family so I try to be there for her when I can, but the fact that my family has contributed this much to overpopulation means I don’t have a lot of free time during Parent’s Weekend to comfort her about her situation.

“That is not your fault okay, the monster hasn’t attacked anyone in the past week, maybe you finally scared it off.” Enid said to Wends.

“Yeah it’s not your fault Wends, it’s mine.” I say trying to comfort her.

“Maybe the monster went into hiding to avoid this weekend.”

“Y/N, are you really choosing to talk up a couple of girls rather than be with your own family, I know you’ve always been popular with them but still.” My uncle Francis asks me walking over with my grandpa.

“Where are my manners, Wednesday and Enid, this is my uncle Francis Barron and my grandfather Tim Barron, grandpa, uncle, this is Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair.” I introduce

“Addams, are you Gomez’s kid?” Francis asks her.

“Yes, speaking of which I knew I should’ve worn my plague mask.”

“Well look at my family talk about toxic pack mentality, I give my mom thirty seconds before judgey claws come out, let’s get this over with.”

We all walk over to each of our respective families.

— — —

What is one of the arguably weirdest moments of the weekend so far is when my dad and Wednesday’s dad reunited.

“Oscar!”

“Gomez!”

The two ran up to each other, hugged, then did a secret handshake that only belongs in bad teen movies from the 80s. I talked with my family about the case and Eugene, leaving out anything about my feelings for Wednesday, but of course leave it up to Jack and Jason to ruin a good thing.

“Did he tell you guys about his hot goth girlfriend yet?”

“You know he’s got a girlfriend now right?”

“It can’t have been just me who thought he was aroace right?”

That kind of stuff.

Some of my family is talking with Wednesday’s, my brothers are talking with her’s, my dad and some of my uncles are talking with her dad, and my mom and aunt are talking with her mom.

“Would you look at that, our families is getting along so well” I point out.

“I know, it’s awful.” She replies.

— — —

Wednesday’s family went to go to family therapy while I continued to hang out with mine, some of us went into Jericho to hang out, we went into the Weathervane to grab some coffee and I noticed the Sheriff sitting down. He looks up and notices all of us, he had particular trouble dealing with my cousins Gojo and Oliver, they were the ones who most often broke the law.

“No, no, you two can not be back again, not again.”

“Well hello Sheriff Galpin, what can we do for you?” Gojo greeted him.

“Hey, it’s alright I’m helping him with the murder investigation, he’s cool, Sheriff you don’t have to worry my family is only in town for the weekend.” I defuse.

“That’s still one weekend longer than I have the patience for.”

“So do you have the DNA test back yet?” I ask.

“No, hold on this might be it, hello, you got the test?” He says answering a phone call. “Ah shit.” He says before walking out.

“Woah, dad what happened?” Tyler asked him.

“You know the local coroner? He just blew his brains out.”

Later we see Wednesday and her family storming out of Kinbott’s office and Bianca and her mom come in and start talking, I feel like they both want their privacy so I stay with my family while we hang out.

— — —

I manage to get some alone time when I head to the bee hives. It’s there that me and Wednesday run into each other.

“So, how was family therapy?”

“Awful, my mother still refuses to tell me the truth about Garret Gates, the man my father is accused of murdering.” She vents.

“That sucks, I sorry you have to deal with that.”

“Are we going to beat around the bush forever or are we going to finally talk about what happened last weekend?” She asked me.

“Which part, a lot happened?” I asked for clarification.

She then pulled me into the shed for some reason.

“You know even if someone was watching they probably only started getting suspicious now.”

“How could you not tell me you’re having panic attacks?”

“I didn’t know my mental health is any of your concern, what does it matter anyway?”

“If you have a panic attack in the middle of us dealing with the monster then it could put you at risk, and I don’t want to lose one of the only bearable people in this place.”

“As touching as that was, you don’t need to worry I’ll be fine.” I say before leaving the shed.

We gather some honey and head over to Eugene’s room to talk to him, this is Wends’ first time seeing him after the attack. Turns out she had Thing keep an eye on him.

“He didn’t deserve this, I should be in that bed.”

“Don’t say that Wends, it’s not your fault.” I say trying to comfort her.

We then feel hands on our shoulders and we turn around quickly to be met by Eugene’s parents, Sue and Janet, turns out he was talking about us all the time. We decided to leave as they deserved to have time with their son.

— — —

We’re now at lunch in Nevermore sitting with our families. Apparently Wednesday saw her mom visit Garret Gates’ grave earlier. My family and Wednesday’s are still joking around with each other. Enid and Ajax have seemed to patch things up since the Rave’N, Enid is still dealing with her mom’s disappointment in her lack of wolfness.

Suddenly the Sheriff is bursting in avoiding principal Weems’ questions and heading straight for Mr. Addams.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Garret Gates, you have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will appointed for you.”

Everyone sits there shocked at the scene unfolding before us.

— — —

Enid vented to me about how her mom wants to send her to lycanthropy camps to help her wolf out which is beyond messed up, Wednesday visited her father and is now convinced of his innocence, of course I believe her, she’s usually right about these sorts of things.

Later that night I’m woken up by the sound of my phone ringing. “Hello.”

“Y/N.” I hear the familiar deadpan voice on the other end.

“Wends, what’s up, I thought you didn’t have a phone.”

“I don’t, I need you to come down to the police station.”

“Why?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here.”

I sneak out and head to the station where I find Wednesday, and her parents in a couple of cells, she explains the story of how they got arrested to me and to say I was shocked and disturbed would be an understatement.

“To prove your fathers innocence you dug up a grave and stole the corpse’s finger to prove they had died before your father killed him?” I ask just to check.

“That is correct.” Wednesday confirms.

“And you didn’t invite me!” I shout, this could’ve been a very fun night of digging up graves and foiling conspiracies.

We end up going over our plan and the next morning Me and Wednesday’s brother Pugsley, bailed them out, it was then that me Wednesday, and Mrs. Addams go to Mayor Walkers office to talk to him about our theory.

He confirms that Garrett died of nightshade poisoning after his father gave him some to spike the punch at the Rave’N 30 years ago but he accidentally got some in his system. I swear that dance is cursed.

We manage to blackmail him into dropping all charges against Wednesday’s father. While we were at it I wanted to ask for a pet camel provided by the town but Wednesday said that was stupid.

— — —

Wednesday finally managed to start opening up to her mother about her powers and Mrs. Addams explains some of the aspects of their powers and their ancestors. Mr. Addams and the Sheriff managed to work things out as well. Enid finally stood up to her mom and her dad praised her, I always liked that guy. I have no idea what was going on with Bianca and her mom. My family congratulated me on freeing Mr. Addams and all of our families left, after they left Wednesday realized something shocking. Which is why we are barging into Weems’ office right now.

“You’re a shape shifter.”

“That’s a fascinating theory.”

“I curious to find out how Sheriff Galpin feels when I tell him.”

This causes Weems to admit to impersonating Rowan after he died and lying to the Sheriff, and that she had Rowan’s family support, that Rowan was driven insane and that his death managed to allow them to stop him or the school from being in hot water.

“I’m doing what I did to protect the school and shield the students from harm.”

“Tell that to Eugene, how are you protecting him?” I ask her.

We then hear shouting outside and look out the window to see fire burning on the lawn saying fire will rain.

— — —

I asked Wednesday to meet me in my dorm before we head to bed.

“Nice pets.” she compliments.

“Thanks, so there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” I tell her.

“Go on.”

“With everything going on, the chances of either of us getting hurt or dying is only getting higher so there’s something I should probably tell you.”

Wednesday looks a little nervous when I say that but manages to speak up. “Spit it out then, what is it?”

“I like you Wednesday, as in more than friends or partners.” I say, a look of shock spreads across her face. “I know you probably don’t feel the same way and that you’d probably think of this as a distraction from the case but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you never knew and I-” Before I can ramble on any more Wednesday closes the distance between us by kissing me.

We stay that way for a few seconds before she pulls back.

“I can’t deny my own personal feelings for you, we seem to be compatible in many different ways, we understand each other and are able to be around each other without vomiting, which can’t be said for most of the school.” She says, I laugh at the last part. “As annoying as your brothers are, I … care about you enough to look past them.”

We then kiss again for a few more seconds before Wednesday leaves and I spend the entire night wondering what just happened.

[derelictlovefool]

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Author: Achilles, he/him & they/them pronouns

Status: Hobbyist, low writing activity

Writing: OC x Canon, Reader Insert, Original Fiction

Requests/Suggestions: Open

note: i'm a full time student so any requests I get will be done when and if I have time and they spark my interest!

Active in regards to fandoms & characters simply means most enthused about and interested in writing, inactive means least interested in writing but still willing if the idea sparks my creativity.

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active | inactive | semi active

Far Cry 5 | Supernatural | The Last of Us | Marvel | DC | Doctor Who | Sweeney Todd | The Witcher | Dying Light 2 | Z Nation | Inkheart | Bridgerton | Slashers | Outlast | Resident Evil | Overwatch | Undertale/Deltarune | Ib | TWD Telltale | Motor Crush | The Arcana | Kingsman

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active | inactive | semi active

Faith Seed | John Seed | Joseph Seed | Jacob Seed | Sharky Boshaw | Hurk Drubman Jr | Adelaide Drubman | Jerome Jeffries | Mary May Fairgrave | Eli Palmer | Grace Amestrong | Joey Hudson | Staci Pratt

Dean Winchester | Sam Winchester | Castiel | Charlie Bradbury ||| Joel | Tess ||| Wade Wilson | Tony Stark | Pepper Potts | Bucky Barnes | Steve Rodgers | Thor Odinson | Bruce Banner | Natasha Romanoff | Clint Barton ||| Harley Quinn

The Doctor (4, 9-15) | Jack Harkness | Rose Tyler | Donna Noble ||| Sweeney Todd | Mrs Lovett ||| Geralt of Rivera | Jaskier/Dandelion | Yennefer of Vennenberg ||| Hakon | Aiden | Lawan | Frank ||| Alvin Murphy | Roberta Warren | Addison Carver | Cassandra | Sarge | George St Claire

Mo | Dustfinger ||| Penelope Featherington | Benedict Bridgerton | Anthony Bridgerton | Colin Bridgerton | Eloise Bridgerton | Violet Bridgerton | Kate Sharma | Edwina Sharma ||| Jason Voorhees | Michael Myers | Bubba Sawyer | Brahms Heelshire | Thomas Hewitt

Eddie Gluskin ||| Ethan Winters | Karl Heisenberg | Alcina Dimitrescu | Donna Benniviento | Slavator Monreau | Mia Winters | Chris Redfield | Leon Kennedy | Ada Wong | Claire Redfield

Jack Morrison | Gabriel Reyes | Cole Cassidy | Genji Shimada | Hanzo Shimada | Mei ||| Sans | Papyrus | Asgore | Undyne | Mettaton | Queen ||| Gary ||| Calax Gothard | Domino Swift | Lola Del Carmen | Sonoya Vernilion ||| Asra | Nadia | Dorian | Portia | Muriel ||| Merlin/Hamish Mycroft

OC's: David Thorn (Slasher), Z (God Symbiote), Xander (Robot)

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Tropes I enjoy writing:

Variations of the Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers | Childhood Friends | Neighbour across the hall/street | Mutual Pining | Devotion and Obsession | Making each other worse | Making each other better | Romance in Violence | Ride or Die Friends | Royal Guard/Gardener x Royalty | Crime Boss x Bodyguard | Dog Coded x Cat Coded | Fuck Love Triangles Make it Poly | Fake Dating | Meet Cute and more!

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— male/trans/enby/gn!reader (I'm here for the guys and gays)

— oc x canon, oc x oc, canon x canon, reader x canon, reader x oc

— sfw & nsfw

— platonic, queer-platonic, romantic, familial, etc.

— headcannons, one-shots, multi-parts

— AU's, crossovers

— gore, violence, toxic relationships, death/angst

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— fem!reader (There's thousands out there already y'know)

— genderbends

— pregnancy related topics

— self harm topics

— incest, paedophilia, zoophilia, necrophilia and any of that nasty crap

— non-con

— infidelity

— Characters I really don't know or care about </3

[smuttyfanficsfordays-blog]

uhhhhhhhhhhhh i should prolly say

a while ago i came out as trans ftm, sooo most of what i write now will most likely be x male reader, unless a request specifically asks for x female reader (or a specific ship). also sry for not being active, ive had a lot on my plate but now it’s summer break and i’ll get right back to writing. there are so many requests and i love each and every one of you that sent one in <333 expect a story soon!

(i have a wattpad, nsfwbandslut, i update so much more on there, and frankly, the writing is better)

[kingofshadow2]

Under the staircase (josh dun x male reader) a continuation of hes a protector

TRIGGER WARNING: SEPARATION ANXIETY AND FEELINGS OF BEING WEAK ARE SLOWLY BEING INTRODUCED

a couple days have went by, you notice josh had a bit of a scared jump to him..

you were afraid he was about to lock himself away again..

Josh had a few meetings to go to regarding some promotions, so jenna had invited you over to her house so you both wouldn't be lonely.

"oh (Y/N), you need to calm down, I dont want pink on my nails, I wanna do yellow this time"

"jenna, I'm not much for painting nails anyway, are you sure?"

she laughed "uh duh"

you guys had a great day laughing and cutting up, you knew it was time to go as tyler had walked in the door. your phone buzzed, it was josh

babe: hey I'm home, honey.

me: :)

you bid your friends goodbye but tyler had stopped you on your way out.

"hey"

" hey ty, what's up"

" I think I should let you know, josh isnt doing to well, so keep an eye on him and kinda boost him up a bit."

you got a bit sad, because you're intuition was correct.

"will do, thanks man."

as you pulled in the long driveway and parked at your house. your mind began to wander.

you hoped that josh would open up to you, there would be times he would and times that he wouldn't.

as you enter the house, you notice it is dead quiet.

you begin to look for josh .. you look everywhere and could not find him. you decided to go out on a limb and call him.

you turned on facetime as you begin to call. much to your surprise he answered.

when he answered he was looking at the floor, just sitting.

"hey josh." you said calmly.

he gave you a weak wave.

"where are you babe?"

"under the staircase." he replies.

your house has two stories, the 2nd story is just the attic but the staircase is strange. underneath the stairs is a closet. he went in there to shut out the world.

"can I come to you?"

he sat for a minute and looked straight at you.

" please do, I need a (Y/N) hug."

as you approached the door below the back of the staircase you knock and slowly open the door, he had the light on and he was just sitting there, staring at the wall.

you sit next to him.

"babe, you dont have to say anything"

he reaches and hugs your neck and just sobs.

"I'm sorry" he repeats over and over again..

after he calms down you ask why he apologizing.

he says "because, I feel weak today"

"you're the strongest person I know " you begin

(to be continued)

[toshler]

Sexy Photoshoot ;-)

yay, i told myself i’d finish this today and here it is, my first ever tyler joseph x male reader (NSFW)

one day you were asked by a friend if you’d do a photoshoot for his classmate. as an aspiring photographer you were no stranger for doing favors, but when he said you’d actually be paid, you were all in. he set you up with a time and place to meet, and you weren’t expecting much. but when you finally met the singer/piano player ‘tyler’ at a chipotle, you were floored. stood before you was this lanky, shy boy in a hoodie with large brown eyes and the most pouty pink lips. he looked innocent, yet his fluffy hair and bedroom eyes screamed sex. you could definitely work with this. if only your mind would stop undressing him and imagining his pretty lips stretched around your cock, you might actually be able to focus and have him as a regular client.

“i rented out this studio downtown for tonight, i think it’ll be perfect” tyler mentioned between sips of his soda. “it’ll be at like 1 am though, i hope that’s ok?”

“it’s not a problem, but why so late?” you asked.

“there weren’t many time slots, and i need these pretty soon. also the late night hours are usually cheaper. plus i like staying up late” he explained.

“i see. do you want to plan out some of the shots in advance or just kind of see what happens” you asked. tyler looked down at his hands as if the answer was there.

“i was sort of hoping that you could...um...direct me” he said, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. you could almost feel the animal side in you about to take over, but you maintained your cool not wanting to creep the guy out.

“of course we could... try a few things” you said, blushing when that sounded more suggestive than you’d intended. ok tone it down you’re going to scare him away. “well here’s my number. text me with the address and i’ll be there.” you casually said, scribbling your number on the back of a receipt. you could feel him eyeing you as you were writing, and he only confirmed it when you looked up and he bashfully broke eye contact. he grinned, taking the receipt and putting it in his hoodie pocket before you both went separate ways.

you were never so excited to receive a text in your life. it was up to you to make him look good and to focus on him the entire time. but with the sexual tension from earlier, you were unsure exactly how it would work out.

11:32 pm: hey, it’s tyler. meet me at 2495 nameoki rd downtown behind the brick building :)

you stared at the text for a few minutes before replying with a “k thanks c u there” and saving his number. you had kind of a plan for how you were going to style him and have him pose, but it’d all depend on what he was comfortable with. time flew by as you got ready, grabbed your camera/tripod and headed out at half past midnight.

when you pulled into the parking lot behind the building you seen a dark figure standing next to the entrance. yep, definitely him. he was still wearing the hoodie, except with his hood pulled up. he seemed intently focused on his cell phone which was lighting up his face. he smiled nervously once he seen you pull up and get out.

“hey” he greeted you, opening the door and leading you inside the building.

“hey. this is pretty cool, i never knew of this place” you said, looking around at the large, mostly empty room with white walls.

“yeah, me neither. in fact this is my first photoshoot ever and i’m glad my classmate knew of someone who’d do this. i’m not confident in getting my picture taken” tyler admitted.

“really? well maybe i can change that, you know. bring out your inner model” you teased. he laughed, which seemed to break some of the tension.

“yeah right, model” he rolled his eyes at just the idea. wow, this kid really doesn’t see that he’s fucking gorgeous?

“what do you mean?” you asked more seriously.

“well, i’m not much to look at. which is ok, because i do music and…” he began before you cut him off.

“wait wait wait...not much to look at? you really have no idea that you are actually hot, do you.” you knew it was a little bold, but it was a knee-jerk reaction to the atrocity he just spoke.

“y-you think i’m...hot?” he asked, barely above a whisper. he was already standing next to you, watching as you set up the tripod. you could tell your little confession changed things for him, and it gave you confidence that he didn’t freak out.

“certainly” you answered, standing up and smiling at how he lit up at the compliment. he was going to be lots of fun. you put your hands on his shoulders, massaging them to get him to relax while thinking.

“lose the hoodie” you demanded, voice low and husky. his eyes widened, but long, slender fingers immediately flew to his zipper. finally you could see a bit more of what you were working with, and you were definitely pleased. he shrugged his hoodie off, letting it fall to the floor. you started taking an interest in how obedient he was, and how he was gazing at you innocently just awaiting more orders. you smirked, realizing how you may be able to pull out his kinky side with just a little bit of manipulation.

“alright, good. very good...” you praised, looking him up and down and shamelessly checking out his body. you purposefully did it for a little too long, asserting your dominance until he was shifting impatiently. you stepped forward, closing the little bit of gap and stroking his soft cheek, noting how he closed his eyes and swallowed. your knuckles trailed down his throat to his adam’s apple.

“you have a very hot body. and a very stunning face.” you spoke gently but authoritatively. he nodded slightly, eyes flicking back to yours. they looked hazy and unsure, but he still leaned forward to press his lips to yours ever so softly. you were pleasantly surprised by his initiative, cupping the nape of his neck and granting his tongue access. his lips were warm and plump, and you could taste some kind of minty sweetness on his tongue. a string of spit connected your lips to his when you pulled back and looked at his flushed face. he licked his lips, breaking the string and snapping you out of your thoughts.

“okay, as bad as i want to destroy you right now, i better take these photos before i do that.” you said, still panting lightly.

“what would you like me to do?” tyler asked sweetly.

“i’d like you to take your clothes off. but for now i guess...stand in front of that backdrop.” you instructed.

“o..okay” he said, stumbling back towards the backdrop. he naturally put his hands in his pockets and stared at you with these glossy eyes, desperation giving him this mysterious edge. you figured this would come across perfectly in a photoshoot, considering his style.

“good, just like that” you encouraged, and right away you started snapping photos. they were simple, but just the fact that they were him automatically made them more interesting.

“but i’m not really doing anything” he said, shrugging and shifting on his feet, then running his hand through his hair nervously. you smiled as you continued taking photos.

“you are, though. you’re being yourself!” you said in a dorky way to make him laugh.

“oh my god, that’s so lame!” he yelled, laughing.

“alright, now you have to give me something sexy. your best pose” you said mischievously. he gave you a playful glare, pulling up the hem of his shirt to show some skin while biting his bottom lip. you had to admit, the gesture and his ‘fuck me’ look was enough to cause your dick to jump in your pants.

“such a little tease. should i spank you for that?” you asked, adjusting yourself and trying to be subtle.

“maybe” he answered, pulling his shirt higher to expose his hard nipple. he blatantly grabbed his dick, smirking and knowing that you were still snapping photos. you could see the perfect outline of his hardon the way he was grabbing it. oh that’s it, you thought.

within minutes you had him bent over your lap with his pants and underwear down around his knees. a naughty boy like that deserved a good spanking.

“yes, pleeeease oh fuck…” tyler moaned, rolling his hips as you palmed the smooth, round curve of his ass. you slowly built anticipation before landing a generous smack, grabbing the right cheek roughly. his hips jolted forward as he let out a harsh cry, making you think you might’ve done it too hard.

“is that okay, baby boy?” you asked out of concern.

“mhmm, more” he mumbled.

“ooh, my little slut wants more now, does he?” you teased, watching the red develop on his ass. you rubbed over it soothingly, running your other hand up his arched back before slapping two more times. “you want people seeing those slutty photos of you, baby? or do you want them to be just for me?” you asked, sucking your middle finger.

“just...ahh, just for you” tyler moaned as you slid the wet finger around his hole before slowly inserting it. you felt him tighten around your finger as you wiggled it, coaxing him to relax. you were both hard from the teasing, your cock pressed into his stomach and his naked cock leaking on your outer thigh. you pulled your cock out of its confines with your free hand and as you expected, he just had to look down and take a peak for himself.

“well, what do you think? it’s not gonna suck itself.” you said playfully, causing him to smirk. he scooted down a little and wrapped his hand around your cock, leaning over to take your tip in his mouth. he teased around your glans with his tongue, finally wrapping his lips around you firmly. you placed your hand on the back of his head, pushing a little.

“fuck that’s a good boy. your mouth feels so good, lovely” you moaned, out of breath as he took your cock further down his throat. he was a damn professional, moaning and sucking like his life depended on it. you groaned loudly, hand pressing harder on his head without realizing it. it stayed there down his throat too long and caused him to gag, catching your attention.

“shit, i’m sorry, baby. here, let’s get that shirt off.” you said, allowing him to come up for air.

“it’s ok, i like it” he muttered, eyes watered and red. his lips looked so shiny and slick you could’ve nutted from the sight alone. you pulled his shirt up over his head and while you were at it you took yours off too. then you guided him to lay on his back, straddling his hips. part of you knew it was wrong to hook up with a perfect stranger that you were supposed to be taking photos of, but when you seen him gazing up at you with those big brown eyes while clumsily kicking off his pants, you couldn’t say no. he didn’t feel like a stranger to you anyway. you guided his legs apart once he was naked, lining yourself up to his hole and pressing in. he was a tight fit at first, but as he relaxed, you could tell he wasn’t new to anal penetration. whether he fucked often or used toys, you didn’t care. you watched in amazement as his mouth fell open and eyes rolled back from taking your cock.

“fuck, y/n, your cock feels so good” he sighed, nails delicately scratching your shoulders at the full feeling. his praise encouraged you to start slowly rocking your hips, hitting his spot over and over and causing him to tense around you like a vice. you knew it wouldn’t be long for either of you.

“you like it when i fuck you like this, tyler?” you asked, wanting to hear more of his sexy voice. your thrusts were involuntarily speeding up, but you kept it shallow to hold off just a bit longer. you wanted it to last, because part of you wasn’t sure if this would be the last time.

“ugh god yes, harder please” he begged, squirming. he tilted his face up to yours and parted his lips, asking for a kiss. he was irresistible. you connected your lips to his, once again exploring his delicious mouth. his legs wrapped around your back tightly to hold you in deep.

“wanna cum, princess?” you asked, sitting up on your knees and hooking your arms around his legs. he whimpered, either from the nickname or the angle change, you weren’t sure. but when he nodded enthusiastically, you took that as your cue to really lay into him. he was the one to cum first, quickly stroking himself and finishing on his chest. he wasn’t even through his orgasm when you released inside him, causing him to shiver at the warm sensation and adding to his pleasure. you gently set down his legs, pulling your now flaccid dick out of him and smirking when he softly whined.

“so was i any good?” you asked, already able to tell it was from the state he was in. you grabbed your shirt nearby, cleaning him up. you didn’t mind the thought of leaving with his cum on your shirt.

“y/n, i don’t think i’ve ever been fucked like that before” tyler admitted, still looking quite dazed and exhausted. he put his hand up to his head, wiping the sweat from his brow and you laughed. you went to put on your shirt, but he grabbed it from your hand and pushed you down on your back. you were surprised by his sudden dominance, landing on your back with an oof, but allowed him to crawl on top of you and kiss you anyway. you both made out like that for a bit until tyler got cold and needed to put clothes on. “so i’ll just text you when i need more pics?”

[viinchester]

Requests

(My Masterlist)

You can request (Character) x Reader here! The characters and categories I'll do are on the list below! To request, please send an ask in with the character you want and a vague description of what you want the oneshot to be about.

Example: "Hey, could I get a Justin Foley x Reader where she's new like Hannah was and Justin instantly gets a crush on her and she doesn't like him at first but at the end she gives him a chance and they are dating? Tysm! <3"

Characters

Dexter (TV):

Dexter Morgan

Brian Moser / Rudy Cooper

13 Reasons Why:

Justin Foley

Alex Standall

Zachary Dempsey

Scott Reed

Montgomery de la Cruz

Bryce Walker

The Society:

Campbell Eliot

Grizz Visser

Harry Bingham

Luke Holbrook

Clark Beecher

Jason Alvarado

Detroit: Become Human:

Gavin Reed

Captain Allen

Connor

Markus

Until Dawn:

Joshua Washington

Michael Munroe

Jessica Riley

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Lucifer

Gabriel

Michael

Castiel

Crowley

Jack

Marvel (Movie/Show Versions):

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Brock Rumlow

Loki

Venom/Eddie (Venom 2018/Venom: Let There Be Carnage)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Deadpool 2016)

Francis Freeman/Ajax (Deadpool 2016)

Sam Wilson

John Walker

Helmut Zemo

Divergent/Insurgent/Allegiant:

Eric Coulter

Four (Tobias Eaton)

Peter Hayes

The Host:

Kyle O'Shea

Ian O'Shea

Jared Howe

Maze Runner:

Gally

Thomas

Newt

Harry Potter / Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them:

Grindelwald

Percival Graves

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Snowpiercer:

Curtis Everett

Edgar

Franco the Younger

Knives Out:

Ransom Drysdale

Gifted:

Frank Adler

The Red Sea Diving Resort:

Ari Levinson

The Devil All The Time:

Lee Bodecker

Arvin Russell

Preston Teagardin

Roy Laferty

Suicide Squad (2016) & The Suicide Squad (2021):

Colonel Rick Flag

Captain Boomerang (George Harkness)

Peacemaker (Christopher Smith)

Blackguard (Richard Hertz)

Real People

Twenty One Pilots:

Joshua Dun

Tyler Joseph (Blurryface too)

Actors/Actresses:

Chris Evans

Henry Cavill

Sebastian Stan

Jared Padalecki

Mark Pellegrino

Categories

Angst

a little Fluff

Smut

Almost anything really

What I'm willing to write:

Rape/Non-Con

Swearing

Violence

Murder

Abuse

Blood/Gore

Polyamorous Relationships

What I don't do:

Pregnancy

Out-of-character(If something seems ooc for me I will say so while answering the request)

Lots of Fluff (idk I just don't like it too much. You can request the Fluff you want and if it's too much for me, I will say so while answering the request)

Also:

If I really like your idea/request, I may make it into a series or longer and into another idea, but I will tell you beforehand.

I'm not obligated to fulfill your request if I'm not comfortable with it, even if it's not stated here.

I don't shame anyone for anything. You can freely request without being judged, I will just tell you if I don't feel comfortable doing your idea but not judge you for it!

I may do other characters that are not on this list, but that's very rare. Please send in an ask if I do the character you want that's not on this list before sending in your idea. The same is for other fandoms.

And last but not least:

I will do LGBTQ+, however you need to state what you want in the request! For example: If you want the reader to be a gay male, you simply need to write '(Character) x Male!Reader'! If you want a transgender male-to-female reader, write something like '(Character) x mtf!Reader'! If you don't write what you want, I will put female pronouns, as it's easier for me since I'm a female myself.

That was all! Have a nice day and request away!

[crying-over-spilled-feels]

Ships I Will Write Requests for as of January 17th, 2022

Ships Listed Are in No Particular Order

1.    Robin x Regina (Once Upon a Time)

2.    Happy x Toby “Quintis” (Scorpion)

3.    Megan x Sylvester (Scorpion)

4.    Paige x Walter (Scorpion)

5.    Cabe x Allie (Scorpion)

6.    Daphne x Simon (Bridgerton)

7.    Anthony x Kate (Bridgerton)

8.    Benedict x Sophie (Bridgerton)

9.    Colin x Penelope (Bridgerton)

10.  Violet x Edmund (Bridgerton)

11.  Flynn x Eve (Librarians)

12.  Jake x Mabel (Librarians)

13.  Judson x Charlene (Librarians)

14.  Diana x Steve (Wonder Woman)

15.  Chloe x Jackson (Zoo)

16.  Kaliis x Aurora (Aurora Rising book series)

17.  Finian x Scarlett (Aurora Rising book series)

18.  Cat x Tyler (Aurora Rising book series)

19.  Saedii x Tyler (Aurora Rising book series)

20.  Elizabeth x Will (Pirates of the Caribbean)

21.  Jack x Angelic (Pirates of the Caribbean)

22.  Thor x Jane (Thor)

23.  Tony Stark x Pepper Potts (Avengers and Iron Man)

24.  Loki x Sif (Thor)

25.  Loki x Nebula (Thor and Guardians of the Galaxy crossover)

26.  Ryder x Grace (The Grace Year novel)

27.  Fletcher x Sylva (Summoner book series)

28.  Clint Barton x Laura Barton (Avengers)

29.  Wanda x Vision (Avengers and WandaVision)

30.  Bruce x Natasha (Avengers)

31.  Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (Captain America)

32.  Peter Quill x Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy)

33.  Scott x Hope (Ant-Man)

34.  Fitz X Simmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)  

35.  Coulson X May (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

36.  Trip X Skye (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

37.  Bobbi Morse X Lance Hunter (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

38.  Killian Jones x Female OC (Once Upon a Time)

39.  Will Scarlett x Anastasia (Once Upon a Time in Wonderland)

40.  Gendry x Arya (Game of Thrones)

41.  Tyrion x Shae (Game of Thrones)

42.  Sanji x Nami (One Piece)

43.  Zoro x Robin (One Piece)

44. Luffy x Vivi (One Piece)

45.  Jonathan Joestar x Erina (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

46.  Joseph Joestar x Suzi Q. (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

47.  Mista x Female OC (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

48.  Kit x Ella (Cinderella 2015 version)

49.  Joshua Faraday x Emma Cullen (Magnificent Seven 2016 version)

50.  Vasquez x Female OC (Magnificent Seven 2016 version)

51.  Gilbert x Anne (Anne with an E)

52.  Diana x Jerry (Anne with an E)

53.  Mary x Bash (Reign)

54.  Leif x Claude (Reign)

55.  Kili x Tauriel (Hobbit)

56.  Claire x Owen (Jurassic World)

57.  Mia x Nicholas (Princess Diaries)

58.  Joe x Clarisse (Princess Diaries)

59.  Maria x Georg (Sound of Music)

60.  Lara Croft x Lu Ren (Tomb Raider 2018 movie version)

61.  Maleficent X Diaval (Maleficent)

62.  Kate X Daniel Forsythe (The Spirit of Christmas)

63.  Tiger Lily X James Hook (Pan)

64.  Westley X Buttercup (Princess Bride)

65.  Chato X Grace (Suicide Squad)

66.  Logan/Wolverine X Mariko (Wolverine)

67.  Vlad X Mirena (Dracula Untold)

68.  Will X Elizabeth (Pirates of the Caribbean)

69.  Jack X Angelica (Pirates of the Caribbean)

70.  Galavant X Isabella (Galavant)

71.  Richard X Roberta (Galavant)

72.  Gwen X Arthur (Merlin)

73.  Gwen X Lancelot (Merlin)

74.  Gwen X Merlin (Merlin)

75.  Merlin X Morgana (Merlin)

76.  Morgana X Male OC/Reader (Merlin)

77.  Lancelot X Female OC/Reader (Merlin)

78.  Marian X Robin Hood (Robin Hood BBC)

79.  Will X Djaq (Robin Hood BBC)

80.  Marian X Allan (Robin Hood BBC)

81.  Allan X Djaq (Robin Hood BBC)

82.  Ban X Elaine (Seven Deadly Sins)

83.  Margaret X Gilthunder (Seven Deadly Sins)

84.  Meliodas X Elizabeth (Seven Deadly Sins)

85.  King X Diane (Seven Deadly Sins)

86.  Arthur X Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)

87.  Ana X Alberto (Velvet)

88.  Claire X Matt (Daredevil)

89.  Lilette X Robbie (Rise)

90.  Hardison X Parker (Leverage)

91.  Nate X Sophie (Leverage)

92.  John X Sara (Alienist)

93.  Mary X Laszlo (Alienist)

94.  Farkas X Female Dragonborn (Skyrim)

95.  Vilkas X Lydia (Skyrim)

96.  E’lara X Caddoc (Hunted: The Demon’s Forge)

97.  Rime x Ember (Degrees of Separation)

98.  Cody x May (It Takes Two)

99.  Frank x Karen (Punisher)

100. Makoto x Abigail (Great Pretender)

101. Robb x Talisa (Game of Thrones)

102. Tadashi x MK (Big Hero 6 and Epic Crossover)

103. Eloise x Sir Phillip (Bridgerton)

104. Francesca x Michael (Bridgerton)

105. Hyacinth x Gareth (Bridgerton)

106. Gregory x Lucy (Bridgerton)

107. Okabe x Mayuri (Steins;gate)

108. Okabe x Kurisu (Steins;gate)

109. Edward x Elizabeth (White Queen)

110. Liam Jones x Elsa (Once Upon a Time fan pairing)

[hmorris0712]

soulmate~ tyler joseph x reader (PART ONE)

you never believed in the idea of having a soulmate.

all your friends have always fawned over merely the thought of it, especially as kids. they always daydreamed about the moment they would get their soulmate, the day they’d meet their soulmate. heck, some were so crazy that they were already planning the wedding they’d have with their soulmate.

you just thought the whole thing was creepy. someone being able to hear your inner thoughts and emotions? someone who could talk to you in your head? not to mention you’d be able to do those same things with them as well. the whole idea just disgusted you.

you never cared for the whole soulmate business.

until you got yours.

you remember the moment vividly.

you woke up one morning to the sound of a very beautiful male voice singing softly. at first you thought it was coming from somewhere inside your house, but when you searched every room and found that the sound never got closer or farther away, you realized it was in your head.

it was your soulmate.

you instantly got butterflies in your stomach at the realization. your mind started spinning as you wondered how the heck you’d talk to them. do you just say something? how were you supposed to go about this? you realized that you actually weren’t disgusted right then, but instead you were curious. you wanted to know who this boy was. you wanted to see him. you wanted to say-

“hello.”

you jumped at the voice suddenly talking directly to you now.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you, but you do know i can hear your thoughts, right?”

you had no idea how to respond.

“please say something before i get anxious and start thinking that you don’t like me.” you could already feel his nerves start to rise, so you somehow mustered up a greeting.

uhh, hey. sorry about that, i just didn’t expect to get a soulmate today. you have a beautiful voice by the way.

you felt the heat rise to his cheeks, which caused you to blush in response. this is so weird.

“thanks. and yeah, it is kinda weird, sorry.”

no don’t apologize, it’s nice having someone to talk to for a change.

he smiled. of course you couldn’t see him, but you sensed his happiness melting onto you.

“my name’s tyler by the way. nice to meet you.”

then it was your turn to smile. that name matches his cute soft voice perfectly. nice to meet you too tyler. i’m (y/n).

“that’s such a beautiful name.”

yours is better. it’s still the weirdest sensation. being able to talk to someone without seeing them or opening your mouth.

“thanks, but it’s really not that great, it’s pretty generic.”

well if i were you, i’d love my name more than anyone else’s.

the amount of happiness he was feeling in that moment made you want to combust, especially since it was being combined with your own joy.

you know, i used to not want a soulmate, but i think i can live with this.

he laughed. you wish you knew what he looked like so you could match his face with his adorable laugh.

“don’t worry, we’ll see each other one day.” you still get caught off guard a little each time he answers your inner thoughts and concerns.

yeah, i hope so.

time flew by, and soon enough it’s already been two and a half years of having tyler being in your head. the two of you have gotten extremely close. you’ve never loved someone before, but if you had to guess what loving someone feels like, you’d probably say that’s what you feel for tyler. and as of right now, you only have one goal in life: to meet the amazing boy in your head.

you have found out a lot of things about tyler in these two years, like his age, where he lives, and the fact that he’s in a band, which explains why he’s always singing. he also told you that he plays a variety of instruments, some of which include piano, ukulele, and bass guitar.

you hold a huge sense of pride in knowing your soulmate is so talented. it just makes you feel so much better about the world.

you look out your window for a second before fixing your eyes on the road again. you sigh, becoming bored with the sounds of cars zooming past you, so you turn on the radio and flip to that one station that plays all the popular songs of the week or so. a catchy tune starts playing, followed by a voice. an extremely familiar voice.

your heart speeds up and you find yourself using more energy to try to breathe than you normally would. you know that voice anywhere. just to make sure, you listen more thoroughly. after only a few more seconds, you don’t even need to think twice about it: your soulmate is on the radio.

you look at the screen on your car that shows the title of the song and the artist so you can look them up later. stressed out by twenty one pilots.

you hurriedly park your car and immediately look up the band on google. the results show some pictures of two men, a shorter guy pink hair, and a slightly taller man with brown hair. the names given to these two members are josh dun and tyler joseph.

tyler joseph.

that’s him.

you smile to yourself as your heart flutters. just when you thought his name couldn’t get any prettier, it did.

since you don’t know which of the two guys he is, you look up the name ‘tyler joseph’ next and go to images. the results that show up are the brown haired boy from the band pictures you searched previously. you study the pictures closely, trying to memorize every inch of his face. he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. and these are only pictures.

your heart is beating rapidly, your stomach is a whirlwind, and you don’t know how to calm down.

“hey, are you alright? i’m sorry for being nosey, i just couldn’t help but notice that you’re a lot more tense than usual and i wanted to make sure you’re okay.” just when you thought your emotions couldn’t get any higher, he just sent them over the moon. he’s the sweetest guy ever.

i’m fine tyler. there was a car that almost ran into mine on my way to work, but i’m good. it just gave me an adrenaline rush is all. you give an excuse to cover this up. you don’t exactly want him finding out...yet.

“are you okay? did you get hurt?” he frantically asks at the mention of a car crash.

you laugh at the amount of concern. he’s showing right now. no, tyler. i’m perfectly fine. like i said, they *almost* crashed into me. it was a close call, but they didn’t hit me.

“oh good, i just wanna make sure. i don’t know what i’d do if something were to happen to you (y/n).” he says lovingly.

you listen to him talk to you while looking at the pictures of him, and it makes perfect sense. his voice matches that face all too well. you can’t help but let a huge wave of happiness wash over you.

tyler you’re the sweetest.

“i try.” you know he’s smirking right now. god, why can’t you just meet him? why don’t the two of you live near each other?

“i oftentimes finds myself thinking about you, (y/n). you dominate most of my thoughts, and it just makes me realize how much i need you. i need to see you (y/n). i just don’t know how.” he explains nervously. you can feel his heart racing, causing yours beat quicker in turn. you smile, feeling an enormous amount of love from him pouring down on you.

while he’d been talking, you visited the band’s website and found their tour dates. as you gaze upon the date for your city, you reach out to him. we’ll see each other soon enough.

“how can you be sure?”

your smile never stops growing. i just know it tyler. he smiles as a warmth takes over his heart. “i hope you’re right.”

~one month later~

today.

today, you get to go to a concert.

but not just any concert.

a twenty one pilots concert.

you’re so excited you might burst. you had purchased a general admission ticket for yourself the day you found out about tyler’s band. you did some reasearch to find out how to get the front row, because you were going to get front row. you had to get as close to him as possible.

you looked up some fanpages for the band on twitter and found that most fans of their fans camp out at the venue a day or two before the concert to make sure they get barricade. so you decided that getting there around twenty four hours before the concert would be pretty good time.

when you got there, there were only three people in line. sweet. you approached them and immediately clicked with them. they were decked out in merch from top to bottom. you had a tank top and beanie that were merch items. you paired them with white high rise jeans and black high top converse, accompanied by some thread bracelets color coordinated with the band colors.

when night came, the three of them very generously offered to share their tent with you since they loved you so much already. in the morning you helped them take it down and snacked with them afterwards for ‘breakfast’, or as much of a breakfast as it could be. you brought your own share of snacks as did they, so you all traded food with one another. one of the girls turned on her music and started playing their newest album blurryface. you all jammed out and told stories, laughing all your troubles away.

the four of you are currently sitting in a circle and playing cards. jamie, one of the two twins, places a card down on the quickly growing pile of cards in the center. “one jack.” she says innocently. jason, jamie’s twin brother, slams his hand down on top of the card. “I CALL BS!!” he yells. he picks up the card and looks at it. sure enough, he was right. it was an ace instead of a jack. he laughs in victory as jamie frowns and sadly takes all the cards in the middle, adding them to her existing hand of cards.

“you cheated.” she says, side-eyeing jason. confusion takes over his face. “how did i cheat?” “telepathy.” jamie spits out, crossing her arms over her chest. jason rolls his eyes. “yeah right, i can’t read your mind. only josh can do that.” he fires back.

“josh?” you ask, stricken with curiosity. carly, jamie’s best friend, speaks up. “you know, josh. josh dun. the guy we’re about to see. her soulmate.” your eyes widen. “josh is her soulmate?” you exclaim. “i know, she got real lucky.” carly replies.

you shake your head. “oh no, it wasn’t that. it’s just kinda funny that josh is your soulmate, because tyler is mine.” you explain with a laugh. jason and carly’s jaws drop. “you’re kidding.” jason says. jamie’s face lights up and she stands, rushing to the other side of the circle. you stand up as well and she hugs you. “is he really?” she asks. you nod vigorously. “yeah, really. he sings to me all the time.” you say, swooning internally at the thought of seeing him in person in less than an hour.

jamie squeals. “girl this is crazy!!” your smile grows significantly. “i know! fate really gave us the best.” the two of you laugh and hug again, unable to contain your excitement.

“alright, alright, you guys get to see your soulmates tonight, congratulations. now can we get back to the game?” jason says unenthusiastically. carly’s mouth is still wide open as she watches you guys sit down. “i cant believe this. they’re both taken now.” she says as she stares off into the distance. you laugh and place down a queen into the middle of the pile.

jamie suddenly gasps. “DID HE WRITE TEAR IN MY HEART FOR YOU (Y/N)?” she asks almost desperately. you shrug. “i mean, i don’t really know. i don’t know if he has a girlfriend or n-” “nope he’s single. he doesn’t have a girlfriend yet. it’s GOTTA be you.” carly interrupts you.

you smile and cover your mouth with your hand, eyes watering with joy. jamie is a squealing mess right now, already shipping the two of you hardcore already.

“oh, bs (y/n).” jason says amidst jamie’s freaking out. you smirk and shake your head, picking up your queen and showing him. he deadpans for a couple seconds before taking the card. “at least it’s only one card.” he says, chuckling at jamie. she rolls her eyes back at him.

you look at your cards and zone out for a little, a giddy smile taking over your face.

“you seem really happy today. got something going on?”

your smiles grows even more at the sound of his voice. yeah, i just made some new friends while waiting in line for a concert.

you feel tyler’s spirits lift a little. “what band is it?”

“(y/n), they’re letting us in the venue now!” carly snaps you out of your thoughts. “oh sorry! here, i’ll help pick up the cards.” you reply.

i’ll tell you later, we’re going inside now. talk to ya later ty! you say as you gather the cards.

“why’d you drop the ‘ler’ from my name?” he jokes. you chuckle. it’s just a nickname tyler.

“i know, i was just messing with you. josh calls me that too, but it sounds much cuter when you say it.” your smiles grows and your cheeks turn red.

“i’ll let you go though now, i’ve got my own show to put on. bye (y/n).” he says cheerily.

bye tyler.

~~~~~

the large screens fade black as the concert finally starts. with four beats, the top three circles of the album cover appear. after about ten more seconds, the screen glitches before the next set of three circles appear. next the bottom three appear and the beats transition into the fairly local music.

soon a face appears, seeming to have been made out of the blurryface album cover circles. they appear to have been squished together, eyes and a mouth strategically placed on them to make a character. possibly blurryface.

the low signature blurryface voice starts the rap. “yo, this song will never be on the radio.” he raps, everyone in then pit yelling along with him. you’re too stunned to do anything right now, this is the most insane thing you’ve ever seen.

“the world around us is burning, but we’re so cold. it’s the...” the voice cuts off and the screen goes back to black, the crowd finishing the lyrics for the strange character.

the background music to the chorus of fairly local plays, practically sucking the air right out of your lungs. you feel the bass in your chest, your heart thumping to the beat of it. you hear the live drums and look over to your left, spotting josh dun himself on the drum riser. upon seeing josh, your immediate thought it that if he’s out on stage, tyler must be too. you look to the right of josh and holy crap there he is.

tyler joseph. your soulmate. standing ominously on an elevated platform merely fifteen feet from you. he looks incredibly intimidating, especially since you can only see his silhouette as of right now. soon the purple lights flashing on stage turn to red, and the beat to the music changes speed, transitioning into heavydirtysoul.

you’ve been to many concerts before, but none can compare to this one, even though you’re only two minutes in. although it’s only tyler and josh up on the stage, they carry the energy of ten people with them.

you and your friends sing and scream your way through the concert, having the time of your lives together. you ended up getting barricade at the very center. this is definitely the best concert you’ve ever gone to.

~~~

“how’s everybody doin so far, you all doin okay?” tyler asks the crowd followed by a bunch of cheers. you watch him in awe. he’s just talking, but you’re still amazed that he’s real. and he’s right in front of you.

hey tyler? you reach out to him in your mind.

“yeah?” he replies as he pushes his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. it’s the strangest thing, hearing his voice without seeing his mouth moving.

you’re the best. you watch as his smile grows to the size of the moon, boosting your happiness to the max.

“why do you say that?” he asks you before asking telling everyone else that this is so far one of the best shows he’s ever played. everyone screams and shouts in response to his statement.

you smile. because it’s true.

he runs a hand through his brown locks quickly and looks down at his black vans, smiling.

the show continues, and it seems like ever since you complimented him, he’s been in a significantly happier state, the energy from him growing stronger and giving you an adrenaline rush.

they just finished playing the run and go from their previous album vessel. it’s a blackout right now, crowd ambiance being the only audible thing. soon the lights turn back on to reveal tyler sitting at his piano a little to the right of you.

he speaks into the microphone. “this next one i wrote for someone very special to me.” everyone in the pit goes crazy because they know exactly which song it is. some of the people scream “JOOOSH!!”

“guys- no, it’s not josh!” tyler says in fake annoyance. josh starts laughing and covers his face with one of his hands. tyler looks over at him and starts laughing as well. ���he does know who it’s about though.” he explains.

“i- i actually haven’t told anyone else yet.” he says as he plays some slow chord progressions that vaguely match the chords of tear in my heart.

“but i just feel like tonight, this crowd...you guys deserve to know.” all the people around you cheer with excitement.

but suddenly tyler’s fingers come to an abrupt stop from the melody they were playing. “and if you’re recording do not post this anywhere.” he half-scolds. scattered laughs are heard around the pit. “i’m being serious! if you’re still recording...guys if i see this up on youtube or anywhere i’m gonna be so pissed.” this sends almost the whole crowd into laughter.

tyler stares sternly into the crowd for a couple seconds before a smile breaks out on his face, followed by a laugh erupting from his chest. “i like teasing you guys, this is the best.” he continues the chord progression he’d been doing earlier.

“for real though, i love you guys, thank you for being here tonight. this night wouldn’t be the same without you.” he says with a smile that only grows as his people let out cries of joy.

“i wrote this song for my soulmate.” he says with a huge smile. jamie and carly start screaming and jumping, shaking you as you laugh with them. if you doubted it before, you sure don’t now. you now have 100% confirmation this song is about you.

“and it’s called tear in my heart.” tyler says as the chords fade out. you smile. josh raises his drumsticks in the air. he and tyler share a look before starting the song.

“an-nyang-ha-se-yo!”

you feel so indescribably happy right now you could burst. the first time you listened to this song, you had the feeling it was about you. this was the first song of theirs you memorized all the lyrics to.

“the songs on the radio are okay.” tyler says. this next line is probably your favorite line written by anyone ever.

the whole crowd screams it along with tyler. “but MY taste in music is your FACE.” his smile hasn’t left his face since he started this song.

soon the bridge comes along. you never quite understood what he meant by you falling asleep in his car since you’ve never been in his car, but nonetheless it’s such a sweet bridge.

you sing along to the lyrics with everyone else, ecstatic and still a little shocked that you’re literally ten feet away from the love of your life.

“sometimes you gotta bleed to know, oh-oh, that you’re alive and have a so-oh-oul. but it takes someone to come around to show you how-” he steps up onto his piano and holds his arms out for everyone to sing the chorus. he whips off his sunglasses, revealing the rest of his cute face you love with all of your heart.

as the crowd continues singing, he hurriedly steps off the piano and backs up quickly, followed by running forward quickly and jumping off and over his piano on the beat and landing in time to begin singing again.

“my heart is my armor. she’s the tear in my heart, she’s a carver. she’s a butcher with a smile!” he sings as he runs across the stage with a ridiculous amount of energy. “cut me farther than i’ve ever been!” he sings as he runs up to the front center of the stage, literally right in front of you. “SCREEEAAAMMMMMM!” he shouts outwards towards the pit. they do as told, screaming from the top of their lungs. their energy fuels him as he skips back over to his piano.

“than i’ve ever been, my heart...is my armor,” he sings more slowly than he previously had. you can’t take your eyes off of him. “she’s the tear in my heart, she’s a carver.” you try to blink back the tears brimming in your eyes.

he looks so good right now, you just want to run up on stage and hug him as hard as humanly possible.

“she’s a butcher with a smile, cut me farther...” he sings with his eyes closed, the tempo even slower than before. he pauses and holds out the chord on the piano.

his eyes open and immediately fall on yours and you feel a strong tug on your heart as tears start to fall onto your face. his mouth opens slightly and you can tell he felt the same thing you just did. “(y/n)?” his voice rings in your head. you nod as you start to sob into your hands, but still looking at him.

“than i’ve ever been.” he manages to choke out slowly, his eyes never leaving you once. his voice wavers a bit, sounding on the brink of tears. josh crashes on his symbols like crazy for the big finish. tyler covers his mouth with one hand, trying to prevent himself from crying on stage, but soon failing. your smile grows bigger than you ever thought it could.

he covers his face with his hands, quickly wiping his tears away. jamie and carly are crying and shouting in high pitched voices, claiming ‘that was the most wholesome thing they’ve ever witnessed’ and they ‘hardcore ship you guys’.

you never thought you could be happier than you are right now in this moment.

to be continued...

[oldiesstationlover11607]

twenty one pilots masterlist

Tyler Joseph/blurryface/clancy

Weak - Tyler Joseph/Blurryface

Break the Cycle - Clancy x Reader + part 2 + part 3

For you

Can you just be an adult about this for once?

Cookies

Number 16 Cotton Candy + part 2 - Clancy x Reader

In-Ears

Alter Ego - Blurryface

Fairly Local - Blurryface

Cover

Sleep

Bad Date

Flirt

Jealous

Radio interview

Taco Bell Day

Escape - Clancy

Breakup

Elevator

Sick

O-H

It's a good day - Clancy

Xmas stream

Backstage + part 2

Smithereens

School Project + part 2

Haunted Bus

Timeline

Off Limits - Dun!Reader

Spookyface

Ghostbuster

Sneak Out

Escape - Clancy x Male!Reader

You're gonna get sick

I shouldn't have come - Blurryface

Olympian

Gone - Bishop!Clancy x Bandito!Reader

The Good Morning Show

Crazy Shirt - GN!Reader

Dark Kingdom - Prince!Clancy x Peasant!Reader

Pulling me closer

Drinks

Panic

Josh Dun/Torchbearer

Neighbours

Stressed

Copycat

Secret Relationship + Part 2 - Joseph!Reader

Promise

We're Going Back - Torchbearer

Drum Lessons

Irrational

Lore

Anniversary Date - Torchbearer

First Kiss

Kids

Study

Spooky Jim + part 2

Pushing me away

Tease - fluff + Tyler!

Taken - Torchbearer

Barrier Kisses

Disney Day

Torchbearer w a newborn - Headcannons

Movie Night

Faking it

Little Bishop

Petals - Torchbearer

Pre-banditos Torchbearer - Headcannons

Star Stickers - Torchbearer

WWWY

Not in the mood

Surprise Concert

Painting

Josh Dun + Tyler Joseph

Prank War - Dun!Reader

Daughter Series - Part 1 + Part 2 + Part 3

Gaming

Real Thing + Part 2 - Vampire tøp

Apocalypse + Part 2 - (Zombie Apocalypse AU)

You look scared - Serial killer/Scream AU

[band-blogging]

The 75th Hunger Games p.1

Summary: You and Josh are chosen from the pool of remaining victors to go back and fight once more in the Hunger Games

Characters: Josh Dun x Reader, Tyler Joseph, Jenna Joseph

Warnings: canon violence, death, cursing, blood

a/n: I’m a sucker for Hunger Games aus and I just saw twenty one pilots on Halloween and I’ve been inspired so here you go. Enjoy!

30 days before the 75th Hunger Games

The announcement is brutal. It hits you like an oncoming train, forcing you to stumble away from your family, towards the front door and out of your home in the Victor’s Village of District 10. You haven’t felt like this since your name was called at your first reaping. And now you’ll have to face the games again. Well, you or the only other female tribute from your district.

Josh, however, doesn’t feel a thing when the announcement is made. He knows he should be surprised. He should be crying or running out of the house in a rampage, but he only stands and stares at the cold face of President Snow, arms crossed in indignation and face stoic as ever.

“On this the third Quarter Quell games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district.”

It takes another few minutes for him to move, the shock of the announcement sinking in. He ignores the surprised protests of his parents and siblings and swiftly grabs his coat. He walks out of his house in the Village, the one neighboring yours, and leaves the gated neighborhood to find you.

After mentoring you in your first games two years after his own and falling for you before you left, he is no stranger to losing you and he’ll be damned if it happens again. There will be two names in that bowl, and he’s going to be with you one way or another. If your name is called, he’ll volunteer to go with you. And if it isn’t, there are plenty of male tributes, he’s sure he’ll be safe. And on the off chance he’s chosen, he’ll make it back to you and to his family. He won’t let the President’s temper tantrums take him away from the people he loves.

“Y/N?” he calls into the market, turning some heads and deflating when they shake their heads at him to tell him they hadn’t seen you. He continues on, walking through the market and towards the forest, finally coming to a stop in front of the house you’d lived in before the games right on the edge of the tree-line. It’s run down and practically falling apart, but he knows how much it means to you. To you, it’s still your home. The village is temporary shelter. He knows you spend more time at your old house then you do there because normally, he spends it there with you.

“Y/N?” he calls into the house, pushing the door open and entering carefully, he spots you sitting next to the fireplace with your head cradled in your hands, your body trembling and convulsing as you rock back and forth for some form of consolation that you can’t seem to hold onto.

You look up at the call of your name and Josh is almost shocked by your state. He knows how hard your games had been for you, how much killing the two tributes who posed a threat to you affected your mental state and how much he had helped you to get through it, but going back into the arena will just undo everything you had done to get to a better place. He won’t see that happen to you from a tv screen. If you have to go through hell again he’ll walk through the flames with you.

“Hey,” he kneels in front of you, taking your hands in his and pressing a kiss to the back of your left one, cold from the harsh winter that’s seeping through the cracks of your home. He holds both of your hands between his, rubbing back and forth to warm them up.

“Josh,” you whisper, a broken word that he barely hears. He looks up and finds you staring at his hands holding yours, your eyes filled with unshed tears, “I don’t know if I can do this again.”

“I know. But if you’re chosen I’ll be right there with you.”

“No, Josh. You can’t do that. You have people who need you here. Jordan and Ashley and your parents, they need you here.”

“What about you? You’re the one who would be fighting for your life out there, not them,” he sighs, reaching his hand to your cheek and running his thumb along a tear track, “I love them. I love them so much, but they’ll be fine without me. I can’t...I won't leave you to fend for yourself out there. Last time I was helpless, there was nothing I could do but wait and watch but it’s different this time. I can go with you and we can get through it together.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Jesus, Y/N- I know that. I know I don’t, it’s not about having to do something. And if we’re not chosen I’ll gladly live my life here with you. But if you are chosen there’s nothing that’s gonna stop me from going back. It doesn't matter whether I want to or not, of course I don’t. No one does. But if you’re in this, I’m in this too.”

12 days before the 75th Hunger Games

“Y/N Y/L/N!”

You should’ve seen it coming. Of course you’re going back, not even a year after your first games. You hear a sigh of relief to your right and glance at Jenna, feeling a slight pang of anger at her reaction. Maybe if it had been you you would have done the same, but you can’t help but resent it.

You take a shaky breath and make your way to Effie, trying to hold yourself together for the sake of your district and for Josh, but it’s proving to be difficult. You’re walking on unsteady feet and you don’t have much confidence in your ability to speak at the moment. It’s good that Effie does all the talking because you’re not prepared to do anything except stand next to her, looking out at the crowd and waiting to go back to the Capital. Back to the games.

You avoid eye contact with Josh as you approach the middle of the stage. You can’t let him know how afraid you are of this, of going back. If he knows how afraid you are then he’ll be even more determined to go back with you, but you know how important he is to his family. You can’t let that happen to them. Not again.

“And now for the boys.”

You’re holding your breath as she makes her way to the bowl on your right side and you can’t help but turn your head to watch the display. She’s slow to reach in and even slower to pull a slip of paper back out. You almost want to go over to her and open it yourself, just get it out of the way, but you stay in place until she’s completed her show and has the open slip of paper in her hand, her lips touching the mic.

“The male tribute for District 10 is...Tyler Joseph!”

The name makes your heart jump, your head whipping over to the male tributes to see a very shaky Tyler beginning to make his way to Effie’s outstretched arm. After a few seconds of silence you think you’ll be okay. You think Josh will take what you told him to heart and just stay on the sidelines, but your relief is short lived.

“I volunteer as tribute.”

Tyler looks back at his friend with wide eyes, then at the only other female tribute with a barely contained smile. Jenna looks ecstatic, as if she’s ready to run over to him and pounce on him at any moment, but she stays where she is and Tyler walks back to the other tributes as calmly as he can, giving Josh a quick hug before stepping into his spot.

“Wonderful,” Effie says with a bright smile, although forced, and takes your hand in one of hers and Josh’s in the other, lifting them up for the district to see, “your tributes for the 75th Hunger Games. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

The first day of the 74th Hunger Games

“Josh, I can’t...I can’t do this. How am I gonna beat these people? They’re assassins. The careers...if whatever the gamemakers put out there doesn’t kill me the careers will-”

“Hey, look at me.” Josh takes your wrists, forcing you to calm down and look into his eyes. “Just remember what we talked about. Stay above ground, wait it out. There will be opportunities for you to take them out, you just have to wait for them. Trust me, they’ll have shit set up that not even the careers will see coming. You’re smart and you’ll be able to figure those things out before they do. Use that to your advantage.”

You nod and pause to look around the room before your eyes land on the makeshift elevator that will take you into the arena, then nod again. Josh smiles, an attempt to reassure you, but you can see how nervous he is. You hope you’ll have a chance to see that smile again.

“Ok.” You take a deep breath. “I’m ready.”

He nods, resting a hand on your back and guiding you to the entrance, both of you looking up at the speaker when it announces that you have ten seconds left to enter.

“Hey.” Josh rests a hand on your cheek. “I’ll be waiting for you to come back, okay? You can do this.”

He leans forward and presses a short, soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before letting you go, watching walk back into the tube on unsteady legs.

You take a deep breath as he disappears from sight and the arena comes into view, a vast forest that seems to go on for miles. You look around, spotting the Cornucopia and scanning it’s weapons.

Don’t go for the weapons in the Cornucopia, Josh had told you, wait it out. You’ll come across something that someone will leave behind. The Cornucopia is a bloodbath and no amount of supplies is worth it. If you’re not a career you’re chances of surviving it are slim. Grab something a good distance from it and run.

It’s tempting, and you’re sure it’s supposed to be. The weapons are displayed perfectly, looking terribly appealing in the distance. But as you look around, you see the same look on everyone else’s faces. They all want something in that pile of weapons and most of them are going to go for it. And most of them are going to die trying.

You’ve watched the games before, ever since you were old enough to understand what they are. Almost half of the tributes die in the Cornucopia every year, but every year everyone makes the same mistake. As if they had learned nothing from seeing others make the same mistakes in past games.

“Ten, nine, eight...”

You scan the field surrounding the cornucopia, spotting a neon orange bag just near the tree line. That’s your target.

“...seven, six, five, four...”

You scan the other tributes for the boy from your district, someone you didn’t know before you were both chosen and someone you never really bothered to get to know. You knew from the start that he would stab you in the back and Josh seemed to as well. He suggested going through the games alone, hinting at Mark’s expected disloyalty.

“...three, two, one. Let the 74th Hunger Games begin.”

There’s an explosion a few people to your left that attracts the attention of a few of the tributes, a warning to those who are tempted to step off the platform too early. It’s only a small distraction just before the canon goes off to signal to start of the games.

You’re running before you process what’s going on, your eyes set on the bag and your feet carrying you faster than they ever had. A knife flies past you, hitting a boy running in front of you and you brace for one to hit you, but nothing comes. You assume that the worst happened to them and continue running, grabbing the bag and disappearing into the woods. Canons sound, eleven consecutively, and you don’t stop running until you can’t hear anything but the sound of birds singing and the pounding of your heart. You take a deep breath, then another, then another. You stand against the tree for what feels like a lifetime, counting each exhale. One, two, three. One, two, three.

10 days before the 75th Hunger Games

“Alright, the tributes that we’re gonna be up against aren’t going to show any mercy. This isn’t going to be like last year. They’re all experienced killers, they know exactly what they’re doing and they’ve seen you in action. They know what to look for and what to expect from you.”

“What does that mean I have to do?”

“It means you have to make alliances. We have to find people we can trust. Not the careers, that’s an alliance in and of itself, but anyone else is fair game. That’s what training today is going to be about. Get a feel of who we’re up against and we’ll talk more tonight.”

You nod, pulling the sleeve of your suit down with a deep breath.

“And put on a show. Find knives or a bow. Something to show them what you can do.”

“Right. As if I can impress these people. And besides, they’re all going to be Capital favorites, I can’t compete with them for sponsors. Not with the popularity they all have.”

“We’re not going to worry about sponsors or popularity or anything like that right now. Just our competition. Tomorrow we’ll talk about interviews and trying to put on a show for the Capital. Tonight, we need to put on a show for the tributes. Make them look at you, demand their attention.”

You nod, glancing down at the the Capital traffic below you on the main square of the city, everyone in such a rush to get to their destination. It’s almost sad, the thought of living in the Capital despite their luxury of not having to compete in the games.

“Hey,” Josh takes your hand, gaining your attention, “you can do this. It’s going to be different this year. I’m sticking with you, no matter what. We’re getting through this together.”

He smooths out the fabric on your hips and leans into you, pressing your foreheads together with closed eyes. “I’m not losing you.”

You lean forward and press your lips to his, your hands moving up his back and into his hair.

“Hey, we have to go,” Tyler says from the door of your room, looking away when he realizes what he interrupted. You sigh, breaking away from Josh and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“I can stay with you in there. If you want.”

“No, go and make allies. I’ll be fine,” you smile, following Tyler out of your room and towards the elevator that will take you down to twenty one people who will be dead in less than three weeks.

“Make friends,” Josh whispers to you as the elevator door opens, revealing most of the other tributes already training, the careers having found the biggest weapons at their disposal, seeming to have already established an alliance.

Josh makes his way to the district seven tributes, picking up a few knives and positioning himself at the target next to theirs, striking up a conversation with them as they train.

You turn the opposite way, walking through the different stations to find one that looks good enough for you to be able to impress these victors.

You won your games through what you believe to be pure luck, despite Josh’s best efforts to convince you otherwise. It had been one lucky alliance that got you through the longest few days of your life and one lucky shot of a bow and arrow that got you to the finale of the games where mutts were waiting for you and the other tribute from district 2.

Josh said it was the tensest moment of the games. He had been watching from the capital surrounded by the other mentors and the sponsors he’d made deals with.

But looking around now you know that luck won’t be enough this year. Your knack for being in the right place at the right time won’t get you through 22 trained assassins who have all killed before and who know exactly what to expect from an amateur like you.

It’s not until you reach the bow and arrow that you pause, eyeing the weapon almost suspiciously. It’s metal, similar to the one you’d found in the games, and the arrows aren’t traditional wood and feather arrows. They’re metal from tip to fletching.

You pick the bow up cautiously, testing it’s weight as you walk into the enclosed area specified for bow and arrow training. The new facility designed for these games is more advanced than the one from the previous year. It’s training area is digitized, simulations of real situations making for better use of training time.

Pulling the bow back for the first time since the last games is an unfamiliar feeling and a shiver runs down your spine as memories of death and pain come rushing back. You didn't think you’d have to relive this. They told you that you wouldn’t have to do this again. They told you that you’d be safe.

But pulling the bowstring back so that your hand meets your cheek, you feel that safety wash away, the games bringing back a familiar feeling of fear and danger.

But as the arrow flies from the bow, hitting the holographic target in the chest and making it crumble at your feet, you feel like you can breathe. Maybe for the first time since the last games.

Maybe this is what you’d been missing. This feeling of being alive and experiencing something real. The games had at least awakened something within you that you didn’t know existed. That’s what it gave to you. It gave you twenty three dead children hanging over you and an emptiness that can evidently only be fulfilled with violence.

Violence and Josh.

The next arrow to leave the bow hits the target in the head and the buzzing from the hologram forming disappears. Then, seconds later, the sounds reappears behind and next to you. One arrow flies to your left, another at the hologram hovering above you, it’s weapon pointed at your heart before it disintegrates.

Another six targets later and you reach back to find you’re out of arrows, but before you can sidestep another target to grab one the lights come back on and the speaker in the corner of the room informs you that the simulation is over.

You’re satisfied as you take a look around the room, all of the arrows you shot stuck in the walls of the room and your score appearing in front of you. You ignore the numbers, instead turning your attention to the glass door separating you from the rest of the tributes. They’re all there, gathered around to watch, some in awe of the show and others with a deep frown on their faces. 

It’s not until your eyes fall on Josh that you grin, the smirk on his face as he looks at the reactions of the other tributes making that feeling in your chest grow and grow.

“That,” Josh says in the elevator on the way back to you room, “was amazing. At least half of the tributes will want to be your ally.”

“I’m glad I put on a good show for them.”

“Hey.” Josh catches your arm before you can turn the corner to your room, forcing you to turn towards him. “What is it? That was great, everything went just like we wanted.”

You shake your head, trying to pull out of his grip but he remains stoic, his face contorting from one of worry to one of slight frustration. He reaches up to brush a hair that got loose from your ponytail behind your ear. “If this is going to work, you have to talk to me. I know it’s different in ten, that it feels like everyone is watching here, but you can still talk to me. Nothing has changed between us.”

“It’s not...it’s not you, Josh. And it’s not the other tributes, I’m happy with what happened and that...we have better chances now.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s...a feeling. When I was training, I just...I picked up that bow and I felt...good.”

Josh looks a little perplexed at your answer and his grip on you loosens. You take the opportunity and pull your wrist away, turning the corner to go to your room.

“Is that bad? I mean...isn’t that a good thing? You’re comfortable with your weapons, you’ll be able to use them.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem. I’m comfortable with them because I have used them. I killed people. I’m a murderer. And I should be... I shouldn’t even be able to look at a bow or a knife because of what I did. Instead I...I felt alive when I was shooting.”

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this. You know you didn’t have a choice, it was them or you.”

“Well why did it have to be me? I have no one that needs me, they all had family. People who needed them and people who...who probably died with them. I took their children and friends and siblings away from them. I did. And now it’s like I’m...I’m eager to go back and start killing again. That’s what this feeling is,” you pull at your hair, falling back on your bed with your eyes squeezed shut.

It’s not until you feel Josh kneel in front of you and take your hands away from your head that you open your eyes, trying to decipher all of the emotions in his as he stares at you.

He rests both hands on your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours to get as close to you as he can, his thumbs stroking your cheeks and his lips brushing yours.

“You are,” he begins, smiling so wide that his eyes crinkle in the corners. It’s the first time you’ve seen that smile in days and it makes your heart jump, “the kindest person I know. And the fact that you feel so much for those families is enough to tell me that you care more than most tributes ever could. You feel their pain. You take their burden and make it yours and I know that if you could take their pain away you would. They may not understand you and how much you feel for them, but I do. And I know that, whatever happens out there, you’re not going to change. The games can take everything away from us. Our family and friends, our safety, our lives...but they can’t take away who we are. No one in the goddamn Capital can take that away.”

“But they can take...they can take other things.”

He looks at you, his eyes inches from yours and his lips less then that. You feel him and ground yourself, letting him hold you and bring you back to him.

“Like what?”

“My humanity,” you whisper, closing your eyes for only a moment, flashes of the first games, of your first kills making a shiver run down your spine, “you. They can take you away.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“I know that,” he takes a deep breath, tightening his grip on your cheeks and pressing himself against you further, trying to be closer to you, “I also know that they can’t take away my love for you. They can never take that away.”

The sixth day of the 74th Hunger Games

The male tribute from the fifth district’s screams would have been heard for miles if there was anyone else left. But it’s only you and district 2 now, the other tribute left alive having become a meal for the Capital mutts.

You aim an arrow at the mutt, shooting it in the heart and grunting when one of the only few left pounces on you. You take your knife from it’s sheath and stab it in the eye, then in the heart. When you stand, looking around for any other mutts left alive, the only one in your sight is the one on top of the only other victor left, it’s fangs inches away from his throat.

You hold an arrow in your bow, the bowstring brought back to your cheek like it had been so many times that day. You just have to let go and it will all be over. You’ll win the games and you’ll go home. Just like you’ve been dreaming of doing since the first canon sounded and this nightmare began.

But you hesitate. It’s a moment that could’ve cost you your life had there been any other mutts, but they’re not needed anymore. Either the mutt will kill him or you will. Your win is sealed if you just let go of the arrow.

The boy has the upper hand over the mutt now and after a brutal struggle that leaves him with gashes in his shoulder and leg that are so deep he is barely able to stand. And now your win is blown away. Now it’s anyone’s game.

You hold the arrow tighter, regretting your hesitance when your opponent stands with a fire in his eyes and a look that tells you he’s hungry for blood.

You don’t know what brought you to say anything to him. One of you will be dead in the next minute.

“We don’t have to do this.”

Confusion flickers across his face, but it’s only seconds before his bloodthirsty look is back and he’s inching closer to you, his knife held tightly in his hand.

“The hell are you talking about?”

“I’ll put this down,” you say, although the bow stays raised, your hesitance to do as you’re saying obvious, “if you put yours down. We can end this. We can...we can both get out, we can figure something out.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “no, there’s only one victor. There can only be one victor.”

“But what if there are two?” you say, desperate for him to understand. This is the last thing the Capital will want. This defiance you’re showing is probably causing an uproar of the president’s people as you speak, but you continue on. Consequences be damned, you won't kill two people. The President may be the most powerful man in the country, but he cannot force you to kill for him.

But you already have, you remind yourself grimly. 

Lowering your weapon proves to be more difficult then you’d imagined, but you force yourself to lower your hands and take the precaution of keeping your fingers clenched around the bowstring, ready for a sudden attack if one were to come. You take a deep breath when his expression changes and the deathly grip he has on the knife loosens.

“We can both go home.”

It’s obvious on his face that he’s fighting against his survival instinct to take your words into consideration and hope springs up in your chest when you meet his eyes again. They’re not as cold as they were when you first faced him three days ago, the first time he tried to kill you. They’re not as cold as they had been seconds ago when it looked like nothing could stop him from spilling your blood. 

“Please,” your voice breaks and you take a deep breath and let go of the bowstring completely. Your first mistake, one that Josh would never let you forget.

“No,” he shakes his head, as if he’s trying to rid any thoughts of this ending without one of you dying out of his mind.

“Don’t you get it?” he spits, eyes wide and crazed, every sign of a change of heart gone from his expression. This is what the games does, even to the trained minds of the careers. “This is where it ends. They won’t let us out. They won’t let us leave.”

You take a breath, your grip on the bow tightening as your fingers inch back towards the string.

“One of us is getting out of here.”

“Just listen,” you plead, but he doesn’t even seem to hear you, nor does he seem to care. Your words may have worked had circumstances been different. Maybe if the boy from five hadn’t gotten mauled by mutts and come to kill two, you’d be in a different situation. Maybe you could’v gotten through to five.

But loyalty to the Capital runs deep in District 2.

Your hope is gone when a knife digs into the flesh of your shoulder and you cry out, dropping your bow and gripping the handle of the knife with gritted teeth. You pull it out just as you’re tackled to the ground, his hands around your throat, pushing you into the grass as he cuts your air off.

The knife in your hands raises and then lowers as you begin to black out, but you finally find the strength to lift it and dig it into his arm. He cries out and lets go of your throat, groaning in pain when you rip the knife out of his arm, then going silent when you plunge it into his chest.

The announcement is made seconds after he takes his last breath. You are the winner of the 74th Hunger Games.

(x)

[dreamsofpilots]

The Lodger Pt. 3

Tyler Joseph x Reader

Additional characters: Brendon Urie, Dallon Weekes, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley, Joe Trohman, Gerard Way, Josh Dun, Frank Iero 

Things are heating up at The Gerard Way Boarding Home for Lost Musicians.  

Warnings: Cursing, nudity, drinking. Y’know. The usual. 

AN: Hahaha my hand slipped and now this...good luck. I even surprised myself, like, I didn’t plan on this happening you guys. I swear. This chapter is very long so only read it when you have time. I know some of you are still going through finals, so please don’t let this distract you. 

Brendon drifted in the pool, his bum firmly planted inside of a ring floatie as his arms and legs spread through the water, paddling gently. His hair flowed out behind him when he tilted his head back to let his crown feel the coolness of the water on this hot summer day. His large black sunglasses hid his expression, and a beer drifted aimlessly beside him incased in it’s own floatie shaped like a pink flamingo. 

I sat at the edge of the pool, letting my feet dangle in the water. I found myself lost in thought as I watched how the sun caught on the waves, casting ripples against the skin of my toes. 

“Hey Brendon?” I asked. 

“Hmm?” he hummed, reaching for his beer without looking. 

I bit my lip anxiously before continuing, “What do you think of Tyler?”

Brendon shrugged, causing his floatie to squeak against his skin. “He’s alright,” he answered. “Why?”

I didn’t reply for a moment, and the silence seemed to speak louder than words because Brendon lifted his sunglasses away from his eyes, squinting at me. “Why?” he asked again, this time drawing it out. 

I shrugged. “Just wondering.”

I didn’t look up, but I could hear the squeaking of the wet plastic and the splashing as Brendon slipped out of his pool donut and swam towards me. Soon, the man was drifting under the water, his hair flowing like some sort of male siren before he emerged out of the water in front of me, wearing his signature smirk. 

“Does someone have a crush?” he cooed, placing his sunglasses on the concrete next to me.

My face immediately heated, and I struggled to speak. “What?! No!” 

Brendon lifted himself out of the pool slightly, maneuvering in between my legs, hands on the outside of either of my thighs. Water rolled down his chest and shoulders, dripping from his hair into his eyes. I leaned back slightly from how close he suddenly was. I could even see his long eyelashes clumping with water.

“Tell the truth,” his voice dropped. I felt myself shiver, not unpleasantly. 

Brendon and I had been pretty close with each other since we moved into Gerard’s. We somehow just clicked. Him, with his outrageous but kind hearted personality, and me with my more reserved self, but hiding an adventurous spirit inside. We cuddled often, and I’ve slept in his bed more than a few times when the nightmares would get bad. He wouldn't even question it, and just lift his covers, allowing me to cower against him. So having Brendon be this close wasn’t that unusual.

“I- I-” I gulped, unsure of how I felt or what to do. 

Brendon tilted his head, staring at me with his large emotive eyes, a glimmer of mischief within them. “Don’t tell me I have something to me jealous about...” 

He slowly inched his face closer to mine, a smirk still playing on his lips. I knew he was just teasing me, but there was something about his tone that made me unsure. His breath wisped against my lips, and I felt my own hitch in my throat. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat broke both of our attention. We turned our heads to see Tyler standing there, looking extremely uncomfortable as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

 “Um, I, just wanted to let you guys know that I’m heading out for a bit. I’ll be back later.” he said, unable to maintain eye contact with either of us for very long. 

Brendon sunk back into the water, “Sure man. Have fun. Be safe.” His grin was almost too cheeky. I narrowed my eyes at him, but if he noticed, he didn’t act like it. 

“Right,” Tyler locked eyes with me, then quickly looked away. “Um, bye.” He gave an awkward wave and then scurried out the back gate. 

Brendon laughed as the gate clicked securely behind Tyler. He swam back to his floatie, diving under before popping back up in the center of it, reaching for his beer that was still floating by. 

“What was that about?” I asked, unable to hide my flustered and slightly annoyed tone. The man shrugged again and I gave up with a groan. Lifting my feet from the water, I stood, brushing off my shorts as I did so. I collected my towel and turned towards the house, noticing Andy and Pete coming out. They were both carrying towels of their own and clad in their swim trunks. 

“Hey,” Andy acknowledged softly. 

I smiled at the both of them as I walked past, eager to be back inside. Joe and Dallon were jamming together in the living room when I walked past. “Where’s Patrick?” I asked. 

“Taking a nap,” Joe answered, not dropping his riff for even a moment. 

I nodded and headed up to my room, making sure to take quiet steps as I went past Patrick’s room. Sure, there was always music playing in this house, but that was something we all took comfort in, so I didn't want my footfall to be the thing that woke him up.

Tyler’s side of the bedroom looked so tidy compared to mine. His bed was made, and his keyboard was tucked away neatly into the corner. My side however, had clothes and pages filled with tabs strewn all over the place. I sighed, Tyler probably hated sharing rooms. 

Deciding to do something about this, I began to clean my room. I thought about vacuuming but remembered Patrick and promised myself that I would do it later. About halfway through cleaning, my phone started buzzing in my back pocket. I pulled it out and smiled when I saw who it was.

“Hey Gee,” I answered. 

“Hey! How are you?” he asked, his voice held a pleasant smoothness. 

I debated how much I wanted to tell him, because technically things were fine, but there was still some awkwardness between me and Tyler, and then Brendon suddenly acting strange this afternoon. 

“Things are...fine..”

Gerard laughed, “Why does your tone say otherwise?” 

I shrugged before remembering that he couldn’t see me. “I don’t know man, it’s just getting used to having another addition I guess.” 

“Tyler’s not giving you any trouble is he?” The man slipped into his overprotective voice. 

“No, no,” I assured him, “Nothing like that. It’s just, an adjustment is all.” 

“I see. As long as you’re okay.”

“Yes Gee, I’m fine.” It was always nice how much Gerard cared about all of us. Made me feel like there was actually a person who loved me in this world. 

After making sure that I was, in fact, alright, Gerard asked how all the others were doing, and I let him know the gist of how they were. Then, after a while of catching up with him, he got to his reason for calling. “So I actually have another motive for calling you,” he began.

“Should I be worried?” I asked jokingly. 

“Nah, not at all. I was just wondering if you could do me a small favor?” 

“Sure, what’s up?”

“In my bedroom, there’s a black notebook in the nightstand. I was wondering if you could take it to my buddy’s club for me?” 

I told him I could, and after working out a few more details, we ended our call. My phone buzzed again as I made my way downstairs, but it was only a text from Gerard with the address of the club. 

It felt strange entering Gerard’s room. It was like a forbidden space and I felt as if I was sneaking around. The room itself was simple, but reflected his love of comic books as well as his other interests. It still held a bit of his scent, which I found strangely comforting. It was Gerard that had rescued me from my old way of life though, so I suppose it made sense.

“What are you doing?” I heard Brendon ask from behind me as I reached into Gerard’s nightstand drawer. 

I turned to look at him, seeing him lean against the doorway, rubbing a towel over his head. He gave me a seductive look, though I’m not sure if he was conscious of it, and I felt my cheeks color. 

“Gerard asked me to run an errand for him.” I said, squeezing by the tall man. He followed me down the hallway to the living room.

It was just Dallon in the living room now, watching tv, and Patrick was awake and rummaging around in the kitchen as I headed to the door to put my shoes on. 

“I was thinking of throwing a little party, the other guys are in, but I wanted to make sure you were cool with it too?” Brendon gave me his award winning smile. 

I shrugged, “It’s fine by me as long as it’s not too big and crazy.” 

Brendon smirked and I narrowed my eyes at him. He didn’t waver though so I sighed, giving up.

“Just don’t break anything!” I pleaded as I headed out the door.

“No promises!” 

Maps said that the club wasn’t too far away, and the weather was nice so I decided to hoof it, popping my headphones in to have something to jam to as I walked. 

When I finally reached the address, I scoffed a little bit at the name written in red neon letters against a black painted building. ‘The Scorpion Room.’ It was a bit cheesy, if I was honest, but if this person was a friend of Gerard’s, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

I expected to see a bar as well as a stage when I opened the door. What I wasn’t expecting was to run headlong into Tyler as he tried to make his way out of the venue. 

“Oh gosh,” he said, gently gripping my arms to prevent me from toppling over, “Are you okay?” 

I was a bit stunned to see him there, and felt something flutter for a very brief moment in my stomach before deciding to shake it off. I gave him a reassuring smile, “Yeah, I’m fine. Wasn’t expecting to see you here though.”

Tyler released his hold on me, shoving his hands deep into his jeans pockets. “They’re having an event here in a few weeks where local bands can play a few songs. I signed my band up. I figured it would give me and my friend something to work for and also give us time to prepare.” He hunched his shoulders a bit, as if he were uncomfortable with this decision. 

I tapped his shoulder briefly, almost instantly regretting it, feeling like I had broken some unspoken barrier between us. “I’m sure you guys are going to be great. I always love hearing you play since you’ve been around. I can’t imagine what the whole shebang would look like.” 

Tyler’s eyes widened for a moment as he held my gaze in his. Then he ducked his head, bringing a hand up to twirl a lock of dark hair. “We’ll see,” he mumbled. 

“I’m here on an errand for Gerard, are you heading back home?” When he nodded I continued, “Would you mind hanging around for a bit? We can go back together.” 

Tyler shrugged, “Sure. I’ll just wait outside.” 

When he stepped out the door, I took in my surroundings. The club reminded me of a speakeasy, but with a stage on one side, and a bar on the other. The two sides were separated by a copper colored metal rail, still leaving plenty of standing room in front of the stage. 

There were red couches in the far back, which I assumed was some kind of VIP section, and the ceiling had mirrored tiles that reflected the lights from the bar and the stage, helping to illuminate the dark space more. Overall, it looked like a cool place.

No one was around, so I wandered over to the stage. There was a drum kit and some amps, as well as other equipment on it. Though, they were kind of scattered about, not quite set up for use.  I noticed a white paper posted on the wall next to it, and when I investigated it further, it looked like a sign-up sheet for the event that Tyler had mentioned. 

I scanned through the names, recognizing a couple from the local scene. Then, I looked at the most recent name at the bottom. ‘Twenty One Pilots,’ was scrawled somewhat sloppily in red ink. I smiled to myself, this must be the name of Tyler’s band.

“Can I help you?” a gruff voiced asked from behind me. 

I spun around in surprise. A man stood behind me with short cropped black hair, and tattoos that crawled up his arms and neck. I could make out what looked to be a scorpion on his neck, but something about it seemed a little off. I could now guess how this place got it’s name though. 

“I-I’m looking for Frank? Gerard sent me...” I stuttered. Though this man wasn’t very tall, he was quite intimidating. 

The man nodded, smiling. It brightened up his features instantly. “Ah, Y/N? Gerard told me you would be bringing his notebook.” 

I nodded, handing it to him. He took it and flipped through the pages, smiling to himself. 

“Thanks for this,” he said when he finally looked up. “I would have come to get it myself, but Gee said that you guys at the house can be overwhelming sometimes.”

I chuckled, “Some of us are a handful.” I couldn’t help but think of Brendon and Pete, the worst offenders out of all of us. 

Frank nodded in understanding as we fell silent. After a few moments where I wasn’t sure what to say, Frank saved me by holding up the notebook in a wave. “Well, thanks kid.” He said, turning away. 

I watched as he walked through a door next to the bar to a backroom. Once he was gone, I turned back to the sign-up sheet. Should I sign up too? After deliberating with myself for a while, I decided against it. Busking on a street was one thing, but playing in a cool venue with talented local bands on the roster? There was no way I was ready for something like that. 

When I went back outside, Tyler was sitting on one of the concrete parking bumpers, staring at the sky as it began to color for the sunset. 

“Ready to go?” I asked, causing the boy to jump at the sudden break in silence. He nodded, rising to his feet and dusting off his pants, and we both started walking in the direction of home. 

For a while, we were silent as we walked, nothing but the sound of our shoes scuffing against the sidewalk between us. I stared down at our feet, feeling myself zone out as I looked at Tyler’s gray beat-up Vans. They suited him somehow, a shoe that was normally worn by creative types and the rebellious. Yet, his were simple and worn out, well loved shoes. They reminded me of himself, or at least what I had come to know of him so far, which wasn’t much. Tyler seemed like a simple guy, one that you wouldn't pick out of a crowd usually. But from what I had heard of his music, he was incredibly deep and creative, and there was something so beautiful under that simple exterior. Those beat up Vans somehow represented to me how damaged he was, but that he kept trying to be himself. 

Or maybe they were just shoes. 

“Are you nervous about doing the show at The Scorpion Room?” I asked him, after drawing myself out of my spiral of thoughts. 

He looked at me as if he was surprised that I chose to speak with him. His eyebrows were raised, and his mouth pressed into a tight thin line before he looked straight ahead somewhat thoughtful. “Hmm, I suppose so.” 

I waited for him to elaborate, and after a few more moments, he seemed to catch on that I wanted to hear more. 

“It’s always scary revealing yourself to a room of strangers. Music is so personal, and these people could take these songs that I’ve written and completely eat them up. Or, they could turn around and tear me down and take this part of me that I’ve decided to share with them and completely destroy it.” His brows furrowed and he fell quiet. He looked as if he was fighting with himself over divulging so much to me. 

I hummed thoughtfully, drawing his eyes to me. They were reserved but also held a light within them. “I think you’re incredibly brave,” I said. He tilted his head in question. I met his eyes, “I had the chance to sign up too, but I didn't. I don’t even play in front of the boys back home that often. It’s hard for me to reveal that side of me, because as you said, music is so personal. It’s my essence handed to you on a plate, and it’s all that I have, but you might not even like the flavor.”

Tyler nodded, looking at me with an expression that I couldn’t read, his cheeks dimpling with his small smile. “Yeah, that’s exactly the feeling.”

“But you’re great.” I continued, and he shook his head. “No, you are! I love listening to you play your ukulele. I haven't heard you sing much, but what I've heard is unlike anything else out there right now. And it’s so real, and relevant and-” I realized I was rambling, “anyway.” 

Tyler shrugged but smiled again, replying with a soft voice, “Thank you.” 

We fell quiet, but our eyes met, and I felt something connect between us, like we had come to some sort of understanding. I felt myself get slightly lost in his warm brown eyes as I had earlier in my own thoughts. 

“Would you want to come see us play?” he asked, tugging at his hair nervously. 

“Of course!” 

He smiled at me, and I was sure I was beaming at him. I finally felt as if we were becoming somewhat friends. Though, there was a tiny voice dancing in the back of my skull screaming that that wasn't enough. Being friends wasn’t enough.

I stumbled slightly, tripping over an invisible rock. I ended up bumping my shoulder with Tyler’s, apologizing profusely. He just chuckled, nudging my shoulder back. Warmth pooled in my tummy before I became distracted by the rhythmic thumping that resounded though the air.

Our heads snapped up, seeing that we had made it home, and before us was complete and utter chaos.  

Music blared from the open windows and doors of the house, the lawn was littered with toilet paper, cups and other random things. Bodies flowed in between the house and the front yard as they danced, and drank, and rioted around. It looked like some sort of frat party. Yeah, there were some girls around, but it was mostly dudes bro-ing out. 

Tyler and I ducked as someone used a slingshot to fling a water-balloon across the yard at some unsuspecting group of people. Shouts rose up from them, and laughter from others. I heard something crash inside the house and cringed. 

Fucking Brendon. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Brendon exited the house, holding what looked like tall shot glasses of milkshakes, probably spiked. As I was about to yell my displeasure at this “little party,” I was distracted by hearing an uproar of laughter that sounded oh-so familiar. I turned to see Pete and Joe gearing up with the slingshot. 

They let loose a balloon and it soared through the air, Tyler and I turning to watch it’s trajectory, before it landed square in the chest of none other than Brendon Urie. His tray of shots fell to the ground and he squealed in displeasure. “My milkshakes!” he shouted, holding his hands to his chest. 

Pete laughs, “We don’t need any more boys in this fucking yard!” 

Brendon flicks him off before his eyes land on me. His face lights up in a smile, “Oh hey Y/N!” I began stomping towards him and his face immediately fell noticing the anger roll off of me in waves. He held his hands up in defense when I made it in front of him. “Before you say anything, look how much fun Patrick is having!”

He pointed inside the house, where I saw Patrick with a cup in his hand, dancing and laughing and enjoying himself. I growled, Brendon knew my weak spot. I turned and glared at him. “Fine,” I snapped, shoving my finger into his chest, “but you’re cleaning all this up tomorrow. By. Your. Self.” I broke up my words and poked him each time for emphasis. 

He nodded and smiled, taking me into the house and handing me a drink. Patrick saw me and whooped in excitement, drawing me in to kiss my cheek and hug me. “Dance with me!” he yelled in my ear over the thumping bass pounding from our very large speakers. I allowed myself to get lost in the moment with him and my friends, only realizing much later, and when I was a lot more inebriated, that I had lost track of Tyler at some point. 

It wasn’t long until my vision was blurred, and I giggled at literally everything. I spent most of my time with my friends besides Tyler. He must have run off somewhere. 

As the party progressed, I found myself drawing closer, and closer to Brendon. He was my best friend in this house so it wasn't really a surprise, but grinding against each other as we danced was pushing the friendship boundaries a little. I was long gone with all the alcohol in my system, but the way Brendon looked at me, the way his warmth felt against my body, and the way his breath against my cheek as he drew me so close to him made me feel, it was just what my poor drunk mind wanted. 

The flashing lights bounced off his cheekbones and his eyes were darkened with drunkenness or lust or something, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. As Brendon’s fingers splayed across my hips, and his pelvis pressed tightly against mine, he ducked his head slightly as if in question. Our eyes were locked, my inhibitions were gone, so I reached up and cupped my hand on the back of his neck, drawing him down into a bruising kiss. 

Fireworks erupted behind my closed eyelids, and the taste of liquor on Brendon’s tongue was so tantalizing and delicious. More. More, I wanted more. Cheers erupted around us and Brendon smiled against my lips before pulling away. He downed the rest of his drink, and I followed suit before going to get us refills. 

My head pounded in a very uncomfortable rhythm. I groaned, shoving my face against a pillow as I tried to recall what had happened last night. I remembered walking home with Tyler, and that something that we had shared. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew I liked it. Ever since Tyler had moved in, I felt myself drawn to him, and I was so curious to see why that was. Whether it was a crush or simple admiration for his music. 

Then I remembered the party, my friends enjoying themselves. The music was good, the alcohol was better. Then there was Brendon-

I gasped and sat up in bed, only to see that I wasn't in my bed. There was also the disturbing fact that the blanket had fallen off of myself to reveal my very nude chest. I gasped again, wrapping my arms around myself in some semblance of coverage. A headache rioted against my skull and I groaned, feeling a body shift next to me. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to know. But I did, I glanced over, warring within myself as I did. My eyes fell on a familiar fluff of brown hair, with a very familiar tattooed arm draped over his head.

Oh no. No no no no no. No. I could not have landed in Brendon’s bed naked. To make sure, I lifted the rest of the blanket off my body to look underneath. Yep. There were no pants or underwear on those legs. I then shyly glanced at Brendon’s legs. At least he had underwear on. 

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I can’t believe I slept with Brendon of all people, my best friend. I didn't even remember any of it! Guess this meant my crush on Tyler had to go out the window. What will I do when Brendon wakes up? Will we pretend nothing happened? Will he expect more?

A sound drew my eyes to the open bedroom door. Tyler was in the hallway, cringing after having stepped on a red solo cup, his hand gripping the banister. Our eyes locked, my breasts still exposed. I watched as his cheeks colored, before he glanced at the man who shifted in the bed next to me again. Tyler’s eyes didn’t return to mine, but his brows furrowed and a muscle worked in his jaw. 

I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until Tyler scurried away, not making a sound, and not looking at me or asking any questions. He had come to some conclusion and fled the scene, taking whatever chance I might have had at being something more to him along with him. 

I sighed, letting my hands plop onto the comforter and looked again at the peacefully sleeping Brendon. 

Shit. 

Pt. 4

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Acceptance. (Tyler Joseph/Josh Dun x Non-Binary Reader)

Note: A wonderful person, who has asked to remain anonymous, requested this a long time ago. Apologies for taking so long to get to it, but I hope it’s up to scratch. X

‘if you could do a like a coming out as nonbinary to Tyler and Josh, being scared they won’t accept you bc they’re Christians’

 “You’re… what?”

Willing yourself to ignore the golf ball-sized lump that had formed in your throat, you inhaled deeply and forced your lips to repeat the words that had caused the looks of disdain you were currently receiving from your two best friends.

“Non-binary,” you repeated, avoiding both of their gazes and crossing your arms over your torso, hugging yourself.

“Seriously?” Tyler pressed as he leaned forward with raised brows; his reaction made you wish you’d never instigated this conversation.

“Yes,” you concurred with a small nod, “I’m very serious.”

“Oh, wow,” Josh breathed softly, rubbing the back of his head and looking down.

“Yup,” you remarked, popping the ‘p’ and still diverting your gaze away from the two of them.

The atmosphere in the room was undoubtedly tense and incredibly uncomfortable – no one was moving or saying a word – and you found yourself genuinely contemplating running away and never coming back.

At long last, a second before you were about to implode from anxiety, Tyler spoke up. His words, however, was not the relief you were so desperately searching for. On the contrary – it broke your heart.

“(Y/N),” he started with a sigh, rubbing his hands over his face before taking a seat and placing them on his knees, “there’s no easy way to say this.”

You felt your stomach drop, and you had to collapse onto a nearby seat before the spinning in your head made you faint. Nothing good could come from what Tyler was about to say – you knew this for a fact – and it was all you could do to prepare yourself for the inevitable stream of tears that would soon be cascading down your cheeks.

“We can’t be friends anymore.”

There it was. You knew it was coming, but that knowledge did nothing to soften the blow, and you felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you.

Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t prevent the sobs that wracked your body, and as you slipped down further into the sofa, you shut your eyes as you felt your heart shatter a million times over.

~

You woke up with a start; your entire body jerking as your nightmare drew to a close and you opened your eyes to the dim glow of the sunrise.

Closing your eyes, you heaved a sigh of relief when you realised that your nightmare was just that – a nightmare. It wasn’t real life, and you did not just lose your two best friends.

Your body was flushed with heat, and that coupled with the added warmth from your duvet was beginning to make you feel claustrophobic, so you made quick work of getting out of bed and opening the bedroom windows.

The first gush of fresh air felt glorious against your blushing skin and you felt your taut muscles start to loosen. Your mind was not put at ease as simply as that, though. It was reeling with thoughts and emotions from your nightmare, as had become customary over the last few weeks. It wasn’t the first time you’d suffered through that particular horrendous dream; once you had made the cognizant decision that you would come out to Tyler and Josh, your sub-conscious had taken on the challenge of preventing you from doing just that. Although, truth be told, it wasn’t much of a challenge, considering you had been hesitant all along; the nightmares were only cementing that apprehensiveness.

You wanted to come out to them. They were arguably the two people you were closest with and keeping such a thing hidden from them just seemed wrong.

But you were terrified.

They had never given reason for you to be fearful that they would not support you, yet you worried still. It was common knowledge that Tyler and Josh were Christians, incredibly devoted ones at that, and it was because of this that your fretfulness had materialized. You weren’t sure whether or not they would accept you, and the uncertainty was the only thing keeping you from telling them.

However, your anxieties, uncertainty and fear would all have to take a back seat to your courage today, because as you looked out at extraordinarily gorgeous sunrise, you were filled with enchantment, and decided that today was the day.

In a couple of hours, you would come out to Tyler and Josh.

~

As you sat on the edge of your couch, twiddling your thumbs, all you could think about was the gravity of the situation you had talked yourself into. There was no way to know for sure what the implications would be, and there was currently not much time to dwell on it, since the sharp sound of knuckles rapping against wood sounded throughout the room. You returned to your seat ten seconds later, a smiling Josh and hyper Tyler by your side.

Friendly conversation was made; they spoke about their music, you listened and offered your input where necessary. Talks like these between the three of you would often last for a solid hour, if not more, and today, you were incredibly grateful for that fact; it prolonged the preparation time of the recipe for disaster you were cooking up.

Your gratefulness ran dry, however, when Tyler asked how things were going with you.

Shit.

Now that the topic of the conversation had been changed from their life to yours, the window of opportunity for you to reveal all had opened up. Unfortunately, along with that open window came the air of anxiety, clouding your mind and suffocating your thoughts.

“I’m…” a tiny groan of frustration followed that lone syllable, and you were left to chew the inside of your cheek and aimlessly tug at the baby hairs framing your face as you struggled to find your train of thought. Problem was, that train had chosen to run itself off the track the minute the musicians walked through your front door.

“Quarter million words in the English language, (Y/N),” Tyler piped up, taking in your over-contemplative state, “Pretty sure at least one of those could describe how you’re feeling.”

“Speriat.”

Both guys scrunched up their faces at the foreign word.

“Or not, I guess,” Tyler mumbled.

“Listen,” you spoke up, finding your footing and deciding to take the leap off of the cliff into the obscure waters below. “I have something to tell you guys.”

There was no room for lifesavers now; it was sink or swim.

“There’s not many people who know about this – maybe, like, two at most – so it’s a pretty big deal. I haven’t been open about it to everyone because, well, for starters, I don’t trust everyone as much as I trust you two – and the other two that I’ve told. And secondly, I’m afraid of how people will react. It’s not a minor thing, ya know? It’s a lot to take in and not something that can just be adapted to overnight. I know that most would just see it as not worth the trouble of understanding and accepting, and chose to rather cut me off. I’m not going to lie – I’ve thought of you guys doing exactly that, once I tell you. I really hope you won’t, but I do realize that it’s a possibility, and quite a strong one at that. But whatever happens, whatever the outcome of this conversation is, whether you accept it or not… it’s something that I have to do. You two have had such a major impact on my life and you’ve become such a huge part of it; I can’t keep this from you any longer.”

Tyler and Josh sat in complete silence, their wide eyes and slight hunch forward a clear indication that they were hanging onto your every word – ears eager to hear what you had to say, minds open to anything and everything, and hearts ready to accept and love you more than they ever had before.

With a deep breath, you submerged yourself into the icy depths below.

“I’m non-binary.”

You stopped breathing at that point, watching their faces intently for hints of disgust, disdain, disapproval, or any sign to indicate that your friendship was about suffer extinction, but no such signal was given off.

“As in…”

“I don’t see myself as male or female, exclusively,” you explained to your captive audience, “I’m just,” you shrugged a little, “me. They/them pronouns, if you will. But I know that this is a lot to take in, and I don’t expect you to suddenly change the way you are with me. I’m alright with you guys addressing me like you always have.” Noticing the presumptuous nature of your mini-speech, you backtracked a bit. “If you accept me, that is.”

That earned you a double-whammy of frowns.

“We love you,” Josh said, a hint of amusement on his lips, “Why wouldn’t we accept you?”

You shifted uncomfortably, rubbing your arm. “I don’t know. I mean, I do know,” you sighed, “You guys are Christian.”

“Yeah, and?” Tyler narrowed his eyes in perplexity, not exactly getting what you were hinting at.

“Isn’t it, like, not allowed for us to be friends now?”

The boys chuckled. You raised your brows.

“See,” Tyler pointed a finger at you and arched one brow, “that’s where most people go wrong. They think that Christianity is all about how you can’t do this or you can’t do that…”

“Or you’re wrong because you accept this, and it’s only right if you accept that…” Josh added.

“When in actuality,” Tyler continued, “it’s not like that at all. The most important thing about being a Christian is your relationship with God, but even above that, it’s all about love. God loved us so much that he gave us his only son – the ultimate act of love. And as Christians, it’s our duty to love. Love everything, love one another. Being Christian is not about telling people how to live, or rejecting them and casting them out because they’re gay, or transgender, or a different religion. It’s about loving everyone, no matter how different they are or how they chose to live, even if they’ve wronged you. You forgive, you move on, and you love.”

“So to answer your question, no, it’s not not allowed for us to be friends,” Josh concluded with a smile, “And it was silly of you to think that we wouldn’t accept you. Sorry, but you’re stuck with us. For a very long time.”

No verbal reaction seemed appropriate enough, so you opted for the most obvious reaction.

You cried. You’d hugged the two band members countless times over the course of the past few years, but none of them carried even a smidgen of the amount of love, acceptance and comfort as the one you were just embraced with. They hadn’t said another word to you; they simply got up and wrapped themselves around you in consolation.

Their gesture – along with their bodies and the way that they had formed a barrier around you, both literal and figurative – conveyed everything they wanted to say; they were there for you, they loved you, and they would protect you from anyone and anything that dared to challenge your happiness and self-acceptance.

And honestly, that was all you could’ve asked for. _______________________________

Thank you for reading x

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Josh Dun / Tyler Joseph x Reader: warnings: abuse

"The long walk home"

It was a chilly october night, the frigid air brushed against your already cold skin causing you to shiver and tuck your face into your jacket in a desperate attempt to warm up. Maybe it was fate or just your reoccouring bad luck but seconds later rain had began to fall from the grey rolling clouds. The rain wouldn't bother you so much if it wasn't so cold. Usually you loved the rain, you found peace and solice in the sound of perfect droplets falling onto the imperfect world. You sighed , you could see your breath like smoke in the air. Few cars passed by you, it was late on a sunday night, most people were at home with their familes. You on the other hand had no home nor a family to return to. You had just broken up with your abusive boyfriend, it was a hard decision because despite him being physically and emotionally abusive, you were also living with him. So leaving him meant leaving your only means of survival, but you had reached the end of your rope, you'd rather be homeless, broke and alone than live in fear every second of every day. Suddenly you heard the sound of tires screeching on the pavement and the engine of a car reving up behind you. You quickly turned around and seen your ex speeding towards you. Immediately you started to run as fast as you could, but his car was faster he pulled infront of you cutting you off. Before you could process what was going on he had gotten out of the car. His face painted with anger oh so familiar. Your heart raced, all you could do now was brace yourself. You looked past your ex and seen the silhouettes of two people, looked like men, walking in your direction. The feeling of your ex grabbing the collar of your shirt pulled your attention back to the current situation. "You think you can leave me bitch?!" he spat, his fist slammed into your jaw, you fell to the ground. Rain water soaked through your clothes, though that was the last thing you were concerned about. "You have no where to go! You are nothing without me!" he declared again sending his boot into your ribs. You curled into a ball craddling the pulsing pain in your stomach. You groaned , he kicked you again this time in your head. Struggling to keep your eyes open, you looked around, everything was a blur. You heard quickening footsteps coming from behind your ex before hearing a physical struggle. "How dare you hurt her you pile of shit!" you heard a male voice yell in anger, you heard the sound of a fist on skin before seeing your ex fall to the floor the man continued punching him. It wasn't until now that you realized it was the two men that were walking toward you moments before. The other man had knelt down to you he was saying something but you couldn't make out the words. You could feel the warmth of blood flowing down your face. You felt weak like you were fading. You grasped the man's hand and with all the energy you had left you muttered "help...me". Everything went black.

When you woke up, things were still very blurry. You heard steady beeping and the sound of muffled conversation from outside the room. The ceiling was uncomfortably white, as were the walls and floors. You were in the hospital, memories from what happened flooded your mind as your vision cleared. A sudden sensation of pain engulfed your body. You groaned at the stinging on your face and deep pain in your ribs. The muffled conversation stopped, and a nurse walked in "(Y/N) your up" she smiled. You said nothing in reply.

"You have some visitors" she said again before facing the door. Two men walked in, you recognized them.

"Who are you?" you asked , your voice was weak and your mouth was dry.

"These two men brought you to the hospital, you were unconcious and covered in blood, you are lucky they found you" the nurse explained. You looked at the men, one was slightly taller than the other, had broad shoulders with defined muscles and pink hair that was buzzed on the sides. The other had a sweet face, with gentle yet bold eyes and smooth skin. Both stood there studying you.

"I remeber you" you said with a slight smile.

"You helped me....thank you.." you added, doing your best to smile. You tried to sit yourself up, pain blasted through your mid section.

"Oh, be careful, let me help" one of the men said stepping closer to you, helping you adjust your position, he gently slid a pillow behind you to comfortably prop you up.

"I'll give you a moment" the nurse said before swiftly walking out of the room. Silence hung over the room for a moment.

"We..we just came to make sure you were okay..." the taller one spoke.

"Thank you for helping me" you responded greatfully.

"Of course, how could we turn away from that?" the other said.

"I'm tyler" he added again.

"This is Josh" he introduced pointing to his friend.

"I'm (Y/N) " you responded. They both smiled happy to meet you.

Josh's smile faded quickly when he noticed you were trying to smile but couldn't without wincing.

"Who was that guy?" he asked , placing himself in the chair next to your hospital bed.

"That was my ex, hes an abusive asshole as you can see" you responded.

"Well, you might as well just forget him, you deserve better than that" Tyler said trying to be positive. You smiled, it had been a very long time since anyone had been nice to you let alone cared about you.

"The doctor says a few more days in the hospital and you'll be ready to go home" josh added with a hopeful smile. Your heart sank as you remembered you had nowhere to go.

"Whats the matter?" Tyler asked noticing the look on your heavily bruised face.

"I don't exactly have a home to go to" you admitted, you felt your cheeks burn hot with embarrassment. Josh and Tyler looked at each other as if having a silent conversation.

"Well... I know we just met and everything, but we have an extra room at our place, you could crash with us until you get back on your feet......just an idea" Josh offered sweetly. You felt butterflies in your stomach another sensation you haven't felt in ages.

"I wouldn't want to impose" you replied nervously.

"Oh no you wouldn't be imposing at all, it would be our pleasure" Tyler quickly reassured.

You thought for a moment, honestly you'd be an idiot to turn them down, you literally had no where else to go. You smiled and agreed to stay with them. Josh's eyes lit up with his smile.

Your smile faded again.

"There is one problem, all my clothes are at my exs apartment" you said looking at the blood stained clothes you had on. Tyler shrugged.

"We can get you new clothes" he smiled.

"And until then you can borrow some of our clothes, we will come back tomorrow with some fresh clothes for you" Josh stated.

"We wrote our numbers down, you can call or text if you need anything at all" he added handing you a small peice of paper. You took it and smiled at it, thinking for a moment.

"Why are you guys being so nice to me?" you asked looking back up at them.

"You seem like a good person who got stuck in a bad situation, we've been there before and we'd love to help you out (Y/N)" Tyler answered.

"Yeah, everything happens for a reason" Josh added smiling. You chuckled at their light hearted disposition.

"We have somewhere to be, but we'll be back tomorrow with some clothes and good food, the food here is a joke" Tyler reassured.

"Okay, see you guys later" you smiled. Josh waved as they left the hospital room. All you could do was smile , and now you just sat in silence.