#tyler joseph x reader fanfic

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hello,

I was wondering if maybe you could write some sort of fluffy story with torchbearer Josh. Maybe something angsty/fluffy, like reader being worried about him before the Banditos go to do the big fight at Dema in Paladin Strait? If not, that’s okay too. No pressure. I’m just happy I found someone writing TØP on this site.

We're Going Back - Torchbearer!Josh Dun x GN!Reader

Pairing: TorchbearerJosh x Gender Neutral Bandito Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, fight between Josh and Reader (reader actually is mean guys) There's fluff at the end tho!!

Word Count: 1523 (a nice long one for you anon)

Summary: When Reader finds out that Clancy and Torchbearer are going back into Dema she does everything she can to prevent it.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it anon. Please feel free to request more because I honestly love writing for twenty one pilots. And requests are what help keep me writing I-/

Note - some of this is headcannon for the purposes of making the story work

The day Clancy and I left Dema, I knew there was no going back. It just wasn’t happening. We’d managed to escape together. He’d been outside the walls alone before but during the annual assemblage he’d convinced me to ‘tag along’ as he’d put it. We’d been close friends growing up in Dema, that was just the way it was. Things changed once we left. I remember the day I met the Torchbearer, Josh. It took a lot longer than I thought it would to learn his name. For reasons unknown; he'd kept it a secret known only by his closest friends (or in my case, girlfriend). Clancy and I had only spent a few weeks at the Bandito camp before he was recaptured. He was gone for years. While I knew Josh was looking out for him, I knew exactly what kind of pain Clancy was going through. It was Dema. Josh hadn’t grown up within the walls like Clancy and I, things were different for him, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Which was why when he reunited with Clancy and brought him back to the camp, my panic attacks started.

“Oh god you look so different,” I cried into Clancy’s shoulder, “are you okay? I mean, of course you’re not. You’re back.” He nodded quietly, I could feel the tightness of his body in my arms. “What’s wrong?” I asked. 

“We’re going back in,” he voiced bluntly, looking at Josh who nodded knowingly. This wasn’t happening. Clancy wasn’t going back, he’d just gotten out. He’d just been forced against his own will to create propaganda for the very institution that nearly killed us. Not to mention Josh hadn’t been physically in the city for longer than a few hours before. Of course they weren't going in there. Right? 

“You should go get some rest before we start preparations,” Josh said, clearly noticing the shocked look on my face. “It’s good to have you back, Clancy.” Clancy’s eyes darted to mine before he walked toward the tent that had been empty for years. Josh and I were left alone, standing in the middle of the camp. 

“You said we,” I muttered. 

“I did,” he replied, looking at me carefully. He’d grown used to the constant nightmares I’d had about my time in Dema and worries about Clancy. “You know why we're doing this,” He said. His tone made it clear he was  stating the obvious.

“You’re going with him,” I could feel my head throbbing as I grabbed his hand tightly. Josh looked at me, a quiet sigh escaping him while he led me to our private tent. 

“Of course I am.” He said matter of factly; like he never would have even considered another option. We sat down, his arms wrapping around my torso, the brightly coloured tattoo sleeve peeking out under his shirt. 

“It’s not safe and you goddamn know it Josh,” my voice trembled as I remembered my time in the city. All I could think about was how isolating and cold it was. Josh almost chuckled, despite the fact that the situation really wasn’t funny.

“I’m aware it’s dangerous,” He retorted, his hand resting on his forehead before he looked at me again,“I’m not gonna let him go in there alone.” 

“The bishops will kill you the second they see you, and then what? The rebellion is over. Both of our leaders will be dead, the banditos will be killed and everyone will have lost.” Josh was getting frustrated now, his grip on me loosening with every exchange. He didn’t want to be having this conversation, I could tell, but he knew if he tried to walk away I’d just follow him.

“That’s not going to happen. We have a plan, we’ll be fine,” He said, his voice full of empty hope. I knew what I was about to say when I said it, I knew I was firing a shot. One I’d been keeping in till I needed to use it. 

“Oh and how did your last ‘plan’ turn out Josh? What with Clancy being recaptured and forced to write SAI?” He dropped his arms from me and moved away so he was sitting directly in front of me. 

“Don’t.” He snapped, a hand raising and pointing at me. “Don’t bring that up.” He clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening as anger and frustration was starting to overtake his mind. I had to fight the urge to continue throwing emotional bullets his way. I was going to make it clear to him that it was dangerous in Dema, that he couldn’t go, regardless of whether or not it hurt our relationship. Because I loved him and I couldn’t lose any more than I already had. 

“Why not?” I challenged him, “It was your plan.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” he exhaled, his whole body tense now as he yelled. “You don’t think I lay awake at night thinking it’s all my fault Clancy was captured?” His fists were clenched, he was fighting the urge to punch something. Maybe himself, maybe a wall. He closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm himself like he’d taught me when I’d had nightmares. He looked like he was about to check out for the rest of the day, what I’d said really had an impact on him. “Stop,” He managed to mutter, still fighting to stay in control of his emotions.

“Okay,” I nodded. I knew exactly how he’d felt about Clancy and SAI. I knew he thought it was his fault so he spent every waking hour with Clancy, making sure he could get back safely. I knew he blamed himself, not only for Clancy’s time back in Dema but also for hurting me. He hated himself so much already and hearing me remind him of what he thought about himself all the time was making him feel terrible. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting for a moment before he finally spoke again, his voice shaky. “Just stop… please..”

I reached out to hold him, “I’m sorry, I went too far Josh.” He rested his head into the crook of my neck, quiet sobs filling the air. He melted at my touch, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer as he held back sobs.

“Please,” He eventually muttered, “Please don’t hate me.”

“I could never hate you, I’m just scared. I don’t want you or Clancy leaving me again, I can't take any more losses,” I pressed my lips to his temple. 

“I know, I know,” He mumbled, his eyes squeezed shut as he was trying to compose himself. I continued to hold him tightly, not wanting to ever let go. “I’m scared too,” he added, his voice quiet. Eventually he pulled back and looked at me, his eyes slightly bloodshot from crying. He took a deep breath, still trying to keep hold of whatever composure he could. “We’ll be fine, I promise,” he mumbled, but even I could tell he had doubts. 

“You can’t promise that,” I sighed. 

“Watch me,” he replied sternly, though the shakiness in his voice didn’t help. He reached a hand out now, a cold palm cupping my chin as his eyes met mine. “I promise, we’ll come back. You have my word.” He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine for a few moments. 

“If I lose you, I need you to know that you're the best thing to ever happen to me, Torchbearer.” I tried desperately to come to terms with the fact that I was going to have to let him go.

“Don’t talk like that,” He whispered, “Not like you’re already saying good-bye to me.” I cupped his face gently, pressing my lips to his in an attempt to wade off tears. He melted into the kiss, gripping his hands at my sides as he held onto me. He deepened the kiss, his head tilting so the angle was better as he pulled me closer. I would’ve been happy to stay here if it meant him not having to leave. We pulled back as the fabric of the tent rustled, Clancy entering. We pulled back as the fabric of the tent rustled, Clancy entering. 

“It's time to start packing supplies and getting the others ready if we want to make it on time.” With a slight exhale Josh pulled away, turning to look at Clancy and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah we need to get moving,” he mumbled, his hands letting me go.

“Josh?” I called, catching him just before he followed Clancy outside.

He turned to look at me again, a hint of concerned look plastered onto his face. 

“Yeah?” He replied, his voice quiet.

“You better keep that promise.” I desperately attempted to hold back my sobs, knowing full well that as soon as one slipped I was a goner. 

“I will,” he whispered, taking a step closer to me again. “I’ll come back.” With careful hands he reached out and wiped away a stray tear that was rolling down my cheek. “I’ll always come back to you.”

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[j-jinxee]

TYLER DRABBLE -☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shadowsinger11]

Guys

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

[soupiiiie]

Living with Tyler Joseph

Word count: 1388

Genre: angsty-ish, some fluff

You knew who he was but desperately needed a place to live so when you saw his application for roommates, you pushed aside your fangirling and applied

You agreed to meet him in person so he could see what you were like for real and he really liked your personality

He let you move in the following week, agreeing to split the costs evenly

You had a TON of tøp merch and posters and had to hide them in a box so he wouldn't ever see them

You even had a tattoo of the bands symbol on your body but always covered it up

Tyler and you became really really close, that's when you started to develop feelings for him

He was always so nice and kind, you had tried going on dates with guys and whenever it ended up badly, he would immediately come to get you if he needed, and give you a ‘better date’ as he called it

He never really showed interest in you as a girlfriend but you were falling faster and faster with every day

One night, after a particularly bad date, he picked you up from the persons house and took you home, making you put on the matching pjs you got for Christmas from Josh and out on your favorite movie

“I don’t know why you keep going out with these, pardon my language, douchebags all the time. They never end up treating you right and you deserve to be treated like a princess.” He gave you a big hug and rocked back and forth.

He cared about you so much more than you knew. If it were his choice, he’d make sure you never looked at another guy ever again, only him. He wanted you to be his, but did not want to push you into the spotlight of being his girlfriend to the public

Tyler was under the assumption that you didn't know about his band / how famous he was

You sniffled and sighed “Ty… I think you should know something..” you started, nervous to tell him the secret you kept, “I know… about your band… I'm a fan actually.” you were so scared. Scared that he’d be mad, scared he’d tell you to pack your stuff and move out, scared that you would never see him again.

He silently stared at you, contemplating what to do next. He was angry that you never told him, he would have been okay with it. He didn't know if you’d put personal stuff on social media, or used him to gain clout amongst your peers. He didn't know how to feel.

He stood up and left. Left the apartment and drove to Josh’s place. He didn't want to talk to you right now after he had spent 6 months living with you. He knew it was stupid to be mad at you for being a fan, but he wished that for once, someone would want to be close to him just because. Not for his status, not for his fame or talents, just for being him. He felt used in a way

He explained everything to Josh, how he felt, what he wanted with you, what you were hiding. Everything. Josh told him to take some time to think and figure out what to do. So that's what he did.

You sat for what felt like forever on that couch, waiting for Tyler to come back. When you looked at the time, it was almost 3 in the morning so you decided he wasn’t coming home tonight and went to bed. Crying yourself to sleep.

When Tyler woke up, he had a terrible headache. He thought too much last night, it was almost 3 am when he finally fell asleep on Josh’s couch. He had come to a conclusion though. He was going to talk to you and hear your side. 

His feelings were still there, they wouldn’t go away that easily, but he was hesitant. Scared that you were only his friend and roommate because of who he was.

You woke up to the front door closing and footsteps approaching your room. There was a light knock on the door and you opened your eyes to see Tyler standing in the doorway, still in his matching pjs. 

“...Hi,” you whispered shakily, “I didn’t think you were ever coming back.” Your whole body was shaking. You didn’t know what he was going to say.

“I went to Josh’s to think… I need to ask you something first though.” You nodded, encouraging him to continue, “Did you accept the application because of who I am?” his hands were shaky as he held onto the foot of your bed frame.

You shook your head quickly, “No, I really needed to move out of my parents house, you know why, and you were the only person who accepted to meet me. I wanted to tell you but was scared that it would ruin my chance of having a place. I didn’t want to scare you away… I’m so sorry Tyler, I never meant to keep it from you, I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t kick me out before I told you. I know its a shitty thing to do but… I was scared.” Tears started forming in your eyes as you looked up at him. It was true, you were going to tell him, you just didn’t know when.

He looked away and took a breath, letting what you said sink in, “I wouldn’t have kicked you out if you told me. I’m just hurt that you would hide such a big detail from me. I-I need you to promise me that you didn’t use me, or post anything personal about me on social media. I don’t want to just be your famous roommate. I want to be your friend.” He was scared of your answer.

“I promise Ty, I never told a soul that I live with you, not even my sister. I didn’t want to put your privacy in jeopardy.” It was true, you never told anyone, you respected him and his home that he so graciously opened to you.

Tyler let out a sigh of relief and glanced up at you, finally meeting your gaze.

You stared back at him and thought you might as well tell him everything. “I um.. I have a box of all of my twenty one pilots stuff hidden in my closet. I had to make sure you never saw it, or this,” You lifted the hem of your shirt to show the band symbol tattooed on your ribs with lyrics from one of their songs under it, “Your music helped me a lot through rough times and when I turned 18 I got this.” you lowered your shirt and waited for him to respond.

He smiled gently, “I’m glad we helped… Thank you for telling me. Thank you for not being  a crazy stalker.” he chuckled to himself.

“My pleasure,” you giggled lightly. 

He swooned at the sound of it deciding that it’s now or never that he told you, “well… since we’re confessing things, I um, I like you. More than a roommate, more than a friend. I think I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widened, you had been waiting to hear those words since the first time he saved you from a terrible date. You crawled toward the end of your bed and sat up so you were eye to eye with him. No words were said, you just leaned in and kissed him. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you by your waist, kissing you back. When you pulled away, you smiled, “I think I’m in love with you too Ty.”

He smiled back and pulled you into a hug, “how about we order some food and finish that movie?” You nodded, “No more bad dates for you.”

You smiled and you both walked to the living room to watch your movie, you couldn't have been happier. He was finally yours, you were finally his. 

The smiles never left neither of your faces for the rest of the night. 

Bonus: - Later that night, Josh had texted Tyler how it went and he told him how you confessed to one another his only response was “FINALLY!”

[twenty-one-fics]

Hello! My name is Anesha , I’m twenty seven years old and a huge TØP fan. I love writing and I’m here to write fics about the boys! I’ll write anything except “Joshler” stuff I’m sorry lol but if you have a request of a fic you’d like me to write please drop your request in my ask box!

[yourimagines]

Hi!

Can you perhaps write a twenty one pilots one shot. Maybe about their newest song that came out.

I love your work, take care!

I really love their new song, overcompensate.

It’s a short one but I hope this is a good one!

Pressure

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Dark, Angsty, Swearing and Fluff

Y/n POV

Tyler was hyped about their newest album coming out soon but he’s also nervous. He’s a perfectionist, he’s never 100% satisfied with his work. Always overthinking, always asking the what if questions. So he was downstairs in his home studio, listening to the album as I was making dinner for us. “Ty? You want some dinner?” I asked him as I stood at the top of the stairs. “Sure.” He answered quietly back. “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.”

I made him a plate and brought it downstairs to him. He was sitting behind his desk, his headphone covered his left ear. “Here you go handsome.” I placed his plate down on his desk. He turned his head to look up at me and smiles. “Thanks beautiful.” His hand slightly touched my leg. “Are you okay down here?” He nods and turns his head back to the screen. “I’m fine, just making sure the album is finished before we release it.” I gave him a gentle squeeze in his shoulder. “Okay, don’t overthink too much about it.” “I won’t.”

I was tossing around in bed, it was midnight and Tyler was still downstairs. ‘This is not healthy for him.’ I throw my blanket to the side and got out of the bed, I stepped into my slippers and walked downstairs. The house was quiet and dark, the only lights that were on came from his home studio downstairs. “Ty?” I tiredly asked and looked downstairs to look at him. His eyes were glued to his monitor. “Yeah?” He didn’t moved a muscle, like he was possessed by something else. “Are you coming to bed, it’s already past midnight.” He waved his hand and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming in a minute.” I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Okay, see you in a minute.” I left him alone again, knowing he isn’t coming to bed anytime soon.

Tyler POV

My mind was running around as my eyes stared at the computer screen. “Still not good enough.” I changed it again and again. As I grew tired, tired from staying awake for so long. My eyes started to burn from all the lights and no sleep, my migraine was back and was hurting my brain as I’m still not satisfied with the results. “It’s always the same fucking shit.” I groaned and took a sip from my water, looking at the files as the words started to change, changing in those dark thoughts I rather not have lingering around in the back of my mind. “I need Josh’s opinion on this.” I tried to shake off those chilling thoughts and tried to block out those voices that were now screaming in my head. I shared the files with him and looked at the clock, 3am. I rubbed my face and leaned back in my chair, still looking at the monitor as the words on the screen started to fade away, feeling all dizzy and a lot of pressure forming in my chest. My phone buzzed, it was Josh sending me a quick message.

Joshua🥁: I will listen to this asap in the morning 😴

Me: need really your opinion on this one 👌🏻

Joshua🥁: Don’t worry, just get some sleep 💤

I sighed and saved my work and turned everything off. I walked back upstairs and checked if everything was closed off and slumped upstairs to our bedroom. Y/n was already sleeping, as she lay on my side of the bed. ‘I’m so blessed to have her in my life.’ I stripped my clothes off and joined her. As soon I lay next to her she moved closer and lay her head against my chest. “Ty?” She tiredly says as I caressed her back. “Yeah it’s me, just go back to sleep.” I kissed her head and she immediately felt asleep again. I stayed awake for a while, looking at the ceiling, as my migraine started to fill my brain with these dark thoughts about life….

I woke up from the morning sun that shines through our window. She was lying against my chest, all wrapped up around me. My hand went carefully towards her face and gently wiped her hair away. ‘Beautiful.’ Her eyelids slightly moved, a small low hum came from her and with that she opened her eyes. “Good morning beautiful.” I said in my morning voice with a small smile on my face. I caressed her cheek and she smiles tiredly at me and nuzzles her head back into my chest. “Good morning handsome.” She mumbled softly against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and started to rub her back as she started to trace my chest in the morning sunlight shining down on us.

I was downstairs, video calling with Josh. “No, I think it’s good enough, they will love it.” He says as he was eating some breakfast. “I know but I think there is more.” He chuckles and shook his head. “You always say that, believe me it’s good.” I nodded and looked down at my notepad. “You really think so?” I asked him as I was playing with the pen that was laying on my desk, not really feeling sure about it. “Yes I really think so.” I hummed and looked up again. “Okay, then let’s release it.” He nods and gave me a thumbs up. “Let’s do this.” I nodded and saved up our files. “Yeah, let’s do this.” Feeling a bit unsure about this….

——— Release Day Overcompensate ———

Y/N POV

Tyler was nervous again, as their newest song was about to release. “They are so hyped up for this.” Josh said as everyone was hanging around our house. “Are they?” Tyler asked as he looked over at Josh’s phone. “Yes, they can’t wait.” He showed them some comments. Debbie smiled at me as the guys were reading the comments. “They are so cute when they do this.” She says to me. I laughed and nodded. “Yes they are.” Josh was scrolling through the social media apps as Tyler was looking at the reactions. “Can’t wait for them to hear the rest.” He says to Josh. “Me neither.”

The song was released and they were watching the fans react to it. Josh was streaming his phone to the tv, sharing his feed. “They love it.” He says with a smile on his face. Tyler nodded, secretly feeling proud of what they created. “Look at that honey.” Debbie says and wraps her arms around him. “Cool isn’t it.” They were both smiling and pointing some comments out. I lay my head on Tyler’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” I said to him as we both were looking at Josh and Debbie who were standing in front of the tv, reading some of the comments out loud. “I know.” He says and grabbed my hand. “This is the last one….” I looked up at him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “You deserve this my love.” He brought my hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of my hand. “For us.” I smiled and nodded. “For us.”

[z0mbiekisses]

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

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

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

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

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VIDEOTAPE !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[absolutown]

Tyler Joseph X Reader 🇺🇸

There was a gentle breeze and a slight sense of nostalgia in the air when you and Tyler Joseph decided to spend a quiet night together. Sitting on the couch, surrounded by soft lights and gentle music playing in the background, Tyler embraced you, creating a warm hug that seemed to protect you from the outside world.

As you rested your head on his chest, you could feel his heart beating steadily, and it conveyed a sense of peace and comfort. With a gentle hand, you began to caress his brown hair, running your fingers delicately through his locks. Tyler let out a soft sigh, and you knew he was enjoying this moment as much as you were.

"You have magical hands," he whispered, making you smile.

"Nothing compares to the power of your embrace," you lovingly replied, feeling as if you could melt with the sweetness of Tyler's words.

As silence reigned between the two of you, your glances said it all. It was as if words were unnecessary at that moment, and only the touch and presence of each other were enough to connect you. However, a mischievous smile started to form on Tyler's face.

"You're not getting away so easily," he teased, squeezing you a bit tighter.

"Oh, I'm not trying to escape, my love," you responded, giggling softly. "I just wanted to make this moment even more special."

You could feel that Tyler was having fun with the situation as he began to trace gentle circles on your back. His touch was electrifying, and with every caress, your body reacted with slight shivers. He noticed the effect he was having on you and grinned from ear to ear.

"You're so sensitive," Tyler playfully taunted, giving you another squeeze.

"That's your fault," you replied in a joking tone, returning the embrace. "You make me shiver just by looking at me."

Tyler laughed, and his laughter was like a melody that brightened your heart. The vibrant sound filled the room, making everything even more enchanting. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your lips, followed by more passionate ones.

Each kiss was like a small explosion of emotions, and your bodies were completely in sync. With your faces so close, you could feel your breaths mingling. It was as if you were in a private universe where only you and he existed.

"I love you," Tyler whispered between kisses.

"And I love you, Tyler," you replied tenderly.

Your affectionate gestures continued throughout the night, accompanied by the soft music and intimate atmosphere you created together. Each touch and word were like notes of a serenade, touching your hearts and sealing your love even more.

And so, embraced and enamored, Tyler and you created a memory that you would never forget. A night filled with love, laughter, and true affection, where the outside world faded away, leaving only the certainty that you had each other forever.

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Overreaction (Josh Dun x reader)

Summary: Arguments over the littlest of things happen to everyone. It’s how you handle them that matters. In the early days of twenty one pilots, when their future isn’t guaranteed, Josh finds that he isn’t particularly good at handling stress... 

Word count: 1794

Warnings: Josh is kind of an ass here, but definitely more in an ‘I’m stressed and don’t know how to cope’ way than an ‘I’m an actual prick’ way. You get me? 

The house was quiet when he woke up. The sort of quiet that sat coldly in his bones and left a weight in his stomach, filling the air in every room and leaving everything feeling grey and still. His heart sank further as he stuck his head into the guest bedroom and saw the bed neatly made, the top of the dresser empty. 

They hadn’t come back. 

His mind was filled with images of the evening before as guilt washed over him. 

“Josh, please, can you just lay off the drumming for half an hour? I just wanna get this last section done.” (y/n) dug their fingers into their temples, frowning over the essay they were trying to finish. When he’d suggested that they spend the afternoon at his flat so they could both finish the work they needed to do and then spend the weekend hanging out, they’d jumped to say yes. But while it had been a good idea at the time, things hadn’t gone quite to plan. 

Josh had been working on some ideas for the music video he and Tyler were meant to be shooting in a week’s time while (y/n) was working on finishing an assignment that was due on the Monday. It was frustratingly difficult work, and at first their boyfriend’s presence was a relaxing one. 

The two of them were sat on opposite sides of the breakfast bar, laptops and papers spread out in an inelegant tangle as they worked. The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and a soft instrumental playlist was on in the background. For a couple of hours, the atmosphere was incredibly peaceful. But then, Josh finished his work. And he got bored. He tidied up his laptop and notebooks to kill a little time, but soon found that he needed more to do. 

Thinking back to the discussion he’d had with Tyler over some new ideas for songs, he decided to sit down at his practice pad for a little while and get some rhythms out of his head, see if any of them fit the beautiful words that his bandmate had put together. He slipped his headphones on and plugged them in, relaxing as he wrapped his hands around the drum sticks and got ready to play. 

Engrossed in reading the resources they’d found, (y/n) jumped as he started tapping away, their concentration shattered. At first they tried to just ignore it and carry on, but the repetitive beats that only got louder and more complex made it impossible to keep their mind on the words they needed to write. 

And so, they had politely asked him to stop. 

Josh had barely glanced back at them, tapping his feet in time with the thoughts running through his brain. “I’m just tryna get this idea down so it matches the stuff from Tyler.” 

“Yeah, but can it wait? Is there some other way you can think about it that isn’t so... loud? I’m still working.” 

He sighed. “Babe, this is part of my work. So I’m still working too.” 

“I get that, I do. It just doesn’t make it very easy to think about the history of genetics, you know?” They’d laughed slightly, trying to lighten the mood a little. But a dark cloud had descended over the room, and Josh’s continued frown made their smile fade. 

“Look, this is important.” 

“I never said it wasn’t.” Now they were frowning too. “I just asked-”

“I’m trying to make this whole band thing work, okay? And maybe you don’t think that takes as much effort as a fancy college degree, but it’s damn hard.” 

(y/n) felt like a deer in the headlights, taken aback by the sharpness of his response. “Hey, I know how hard you guys are working on this, and I know how much it matters to you. All I’m asking for is half an hour of quiet so I can get this done. And then I’ll sit and listen, okay? Maybe I can try and help you go through some of the ideas you’ve got.” 

He sniffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, like you actually care. All you can think about is yourself.” 

Their jaw dropped as he turned back to the kit, hitting the pads even harder now that he had some anger to get out of his system. “Josh, I-”

“No, it’s fine! It’s fine that you’re more worried about one stupid essay - one essay that won’t even affect your perfect GPA anyway - than you are about me being happy with my career. Nice to know. Really.” 

He’d never snapped at them before. Tears prickled hotly at the corners of their eyes. Silently, they gathered their things and packed them into their bag, dipping into the guest room briefly to get what little else they’d brought. Then two doors slammed, one shortly after another. 

It took almost an hour for Josh to notice what had happened in the aftermath of the argument. Finally satisfied, he put his sticks down - and turned to face an empty room. That’s when he realised that (y/n) had grabbed what little they had brought round to his place and left. 

Groaning at his own idiocy, Josh found himself getting anxious. Last night he’d assumed they’d just gone home, but what if something had happened to them while they were out? What if they were in a hospital, or being held hostage by someone, or... no, he couldn’t think like that. He sighed, chewed at his lip, and made the decision to phone them. It was obviously better to apologise in person, but somehow he doubted that showing up at their apartment unannounced would be welcomed. Besides, just hearing their voice for the moment would be enough to assuage his growing intrusive thoughts. The phone rang through a couple of times before abruptly cutting off. Nothing. But with the short ring period, he knew it wasn’t because their phone was broken or switched off. They’d declined the call. 

Pacing back and forth across his living room, Josh rang Tyler instead. Thankfully, his best friend answered straight away. 

“Yeah?” 

“Ty, I screwed up.” 

“Oh, I know.” 

He stopped walking for a moment, frowning. “Wait, what?” 

He could hear Tyler close a door before answering. “(y/n) came here last night. And dude I’ve gotta tell you, I haven’t seen them that upset in a long time.” 

Josh felt his heart sink. “What did they say?” 

“That you made them feel like you didn’t want them there. That you told them they didn’t care about you, which a blind man could see is total rubbish.” His friend sounded angry, and he was definitely starting to feel that it was justified. “They said that it was you who didn’t seem to care about them. That you didn’t think about the fact this essay is due Monday and they’ve got a midterm on Wednesday, even though they’d told you all about how worried they were when they got to yours. Dude. You were a real jerk.” 

He let his head drop against the wall with a soft thud, feeling well and truly like an idiot. “I don’t even know why I said all that stuff. I feel terrible.” 

“Yeah, you should. I had to come and pick them up because it was getting dark and they were crying too much to keep walking home.” 

He felt his heart sink painfully. “I... I made them cry?”

Hearing the crack in Josh’s voice, Tyler sighed. “Look man, just get over here. You’re both a bit calmer now, and you can talk things over. You can apologise.”

“I- Yeah, okay, that’s a good idea. I’ll be there soon. Thanks man.” 

Burying their hands in the hoodie’s sleeves, (y/n) chewed at the dry skin on their lips until Tyler nudged them in the side. 

“Hey, knock that off. You’ll make them sore.” 

“Are you sure he’s not still mad at me?” 

Tyler pulled them in for a hug, rubbing their back soothingly. “Hey, I know he isn’t. You know, I don’t think he was ever really mad at you in the first place. Just real stressed. And that’s not me trying to excuse what he said to you, because it was totally out of line. I just don’t think he’s capable of being mad at you.” 

A knock on the door interrupted them, and he let them go so he could go and answer it. When Josh set eyes on them, red around the eyes and pale with lack of sleep, he burst towards them and took their hands in his, babbling almost frantically. 

“Shit, (y/n) I- I’m so, so sorry. I have no idea why I said the things I did - I shouldn’t have, no way. None of those things were true. I think I - everything lately has been so hard, so uncertain - I just want us to do well, and... your degree is so stable and nothing I do is guaranteed and that... I don’t know, maybe it - I don’t even know!” 

He was practically tearing his hair out at this point, and (y/n) stopped him with a hand on his cheek. “Hey, slow down. One thing at a time. Were you really mad at me yesterday?” 

“No, of course not. I think I... I was just worried about a lot of things and you happened to say something at the wrong time.” 

“So you... you don’t really think that I don’t care about you?” 

He could see them welling up again, and opened his arms for a hug the same way he always did - never pulling them in first, always checking that they were okay with the contact before doing so. They leant into him, tucking their chin on his shoulder as he held them as tightly as he dared. 

“No. I think that’s the worst thing I said to you, and I don’t even know where it came from. I just - I am so sorry, babe. I hate that I treated you like that.” 

“Thank you for apologising. And, I forgive you.” They pressed a soft kiss to his lips, hands resting against his chest as his moved to their waist. 

When they pulled back he barely gave them a second to breathe before kissing them again with a little more force, his tongue dancing at the seam of their mouth. 

“Oh, gross. I leave you two alone for five minutes and this is what happens.” 

They pulled apart, both giggling a little at the look of mock disgust on Tyler’s face. Beneath it, the relief was clearly visible. 

“Sorry man.” 

“Yeah, whatever, I’m just glad you two are okay now. Next time, get a room that isn’t my kitchen, deal?” 

“Deal.” 

[fairlylocalkatiee]

Hello bestie! Can I request a fic where reader meets josh and Tyler at a gig and they dance together eventually exchanging numbers and going on a date? I don’t care which member it is lol I need a surprise 😊

HI BESTIE TY FOR MY FIRST REQUEST (I haven’t written fanfic in a very long time so bear with me !!!)

Word count: 904

Warnings: mention of drinking (reader is 21+) nothing else except some fluffy fluff (also I invented this venue in my head lol)

Chance Encounter — Tyler Joseph x Reader

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The sound of the loud music pumping through the venue made you smile as you made your way into your favorite Friday night haunt, The Outsiders.

Even by yourself you always had a good time listening to the local bands that came to play at the venue. You didn’t really know any of the bands playing tonight but you had heard good things from your friends about one called Twenty One Pilots.

Making your way to the bar you got yourself your favorite drink and headed toward the front of the stage, where a captivating all female band played a cover of the song Zombie.

You lost yourself in the music, closing your eyes and letting your body sway to the chorus.

Everything was going great until you felt a random shove from behind, causing your drink to fly out of your hand and spill onto the floor.

Turning abruptly you came face to face with the softest brown eyes apologetically looking at you.

“I am so sorry, my friend and I were just roughhousing- I didn’t mean to bump into you… can I buy you another drink?” He asked, running his hands through his short brown hair.

He was wearing a short sleeved white button up and dark jeans. Casual but he was making it work. You felt yourself blush realizing how cute he was.

“I would like that, thanks.” You smiled.

He reached his hand out to you and you gently took it as he led you back to the bar. Feeling his warm hand in yours sent tingles up your spine.

“I’m Tyler by the way.”

“(Y/N).” You smiled at him as he ordered your drink.

“Now I have to confess it was actually my friend Josh’s crazy idea to bump into you… he saw how I was admiring you as you danced, I’m really embarrassed about it honestly.” He said with a nervous laugh, “but I didn't mean to spill your drink, I swear.”

“I believe you,” you laughed along with him, “sad to waste a perfectly good drink but I think it was for the better.” You said, realizing you were leaning closer and closer to each other as you talked.

“Want to catch the last few songs with me?” He stood up abruptly and reached for your hand again, you let him lead you back to the dance floor in front of the stage.

The band was playing an original song now, and you felt your self confidence building as you sipped your drink and began dancing along to the music with Tyler.

“Do you know any of the bands playing tonight?” He asked, you shook your head. “Not really, I heard some good things about one of the bands, though… twenty one pilots I think they’re called but I haven’t listened to them at all.”

“Oh yeah, you totally should! They rock. I love them!” He smiled brightly at you and your heart beat faster in your chest.

The world around you faded into a blur as you danced together, feeling the electricity between you as his hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him.

His lips brushing your ear as he leaned forward and spoke, “You’re a great dancer,” you smiled and leaned into him, “Only with good company”.

“That was our set, Thankyou all!” The lead singer shouted into the mic playing the last few notes on her guitar.

“I’ll be right back,” Tyler said reluctantly, pulling away from you.

He grabbed his friend from earlier who was talking animatedly nearby surrounded by several women and disappeared into the crowd.

“I really hope he actually comes back” you said to yourself with a sigh, thinking about how much you enjoyed talking and dancing with him. You’d never felt an instant connection with anyone like that before.

“Next up is our headlining band, Twenty One Pilots!” They announced, beckoning them onto the stage.

You looked around trying to find Tyler, hoping he would be back to watch the next set with you, but your eyes locked on a familiar figure on the stage.

It was him!

You felt your heart in your throat as you realized the guy you’d been flirting with all night was the lead singer of the band your friends told you about.

He started to sing and his eyes locked onto yours in the crowd, smiling at you.

“Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed I said I had no idea who they were!” You wanted to run into the corner and hide, but you resisted the urge.

Throughout the entire set Tyler’s eyes found you several times, and each time you felt your heart flutter. You glued yourself to your spot in front of the stage as the crowd filled out behind you, dancing and singing to the music.

You stood mesmerized as he sang, impressed by him and his friend Josh’s fantastic drumming. At the end of the setlist the crowd roared with cheers as Tyler took the mic one last time.

“Thankyou everyone! We’re Twenty One Pilots! And I have just one more quick thing…” Tyler’s eyes found yours again in the crowd , “(Y/N) I know we just met but I really want to take you out on a date. Will you go out with me?” He reached his hand out for you and pulled you onto the stage and you fell into his arms where they wrapped around your waist.

“Yes of course I will, Tyler!” The crowd erupted in whoops and cheers.

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I hope you all enjoyed my first Tyler moment it’s short but since I haven’t written in so long I needed to dip my toes in. lol. Requests are open for anything ! Fluff, smut, Angst, for both boys!! Love yall ‼️🥰 (also is the formatting weird I wrote and posted this with my phone lol)

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Prejudices - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Requested

Summary: Josh has wants to introduce you to his friend Tyler, but you’re far more interested in the lead singer of the band Josh just joined.

Warnings: prejudices, implied bullying in the past

Word count: 2 293

A/N: Kinda inspired by an idea from that post that said high school Tyler looked like the kinda kid that would beat up high school Josh

“I swear, (Y/N), give him a chance,” Josh almost whined.

You raised your eyebrows, and took a sip of iced coffee. It was by far not the first time Josh tried to put in a good word for his friend Tyler. And you had a feeling it would not be the last time either. But so far everything Josh had told you sounded too perfect, and yet some things really raised red flags for you. Most of all: the fact that Tyler had played basketball for his high school, and if you had learned anything from your time in school, it was that someone like you should stay as far away from the sports kids as possible. How Josh was friends with someone like that was a miracle to you. And thanks to your prejudices, you had not even met said Tyler yet.

Josh sighed as he saw your reaction.

“You don’t even know him,” he argued.

You could not deny that it amused you how he basically lead this discussion on his own.

“I’m pretty sure you’d really like him. And he’s looking forward to meeting you too,” Josh mumbled.

“You told him about me,” you finally asked, putting down the glass with your beverage.

“Yeah, of course! You two are like… you’re my best friends. Understand now why it’s kinda taking a toll on me to never be able to have both my best friends in the same room with me? So yes, I talked to him about you.”

You nodded quietly. Of course you had always been very close to Josh, but you had not known he had considered you one of his best friends; you were not used to people appreciating your friendship.

“I’m sorry, Josh, but you know that I kinda have a problem with-“

“With people who you think are pricks because they are good at sports, I know. But Tyler is not like the guys from school. And you can always leave when you feel uncomfortable, I promise,” Josh tried convincing you.

You wet your lips, and took another sip of your iced coffee.

“Do I have a choice,” you eventually sighed.

Josh grinned, knowing he had finally won the discussion that had been going on for weeks between the two of you.

“Come to the show tomorrow evening then? You can see me play, and afterwards you meet Tyler?”

You nodded in agreement.

“The show with that new band of yours, twenty one pilots,” you asked, a feeling of uneasiness settling in your stomach. Meeting Tyler would probably end with Josh being disappointed that you two did not get along. But he would never have stopped bugging you about it, if he would not see it for himself. At least you had a nice concert to cheer you up beforehand.

“You do know I totally plan on setting you two up, you know,” Josh reminded you, grinning triumphantly over the edge of his cup of coffee.

“Yeah, Josh, I know,” you rolled your eyes.

~*~

The concert was in a small hall that usually was used for parties and medium sized events. You assumed about fifty to seventy people would fit in here, but when you came in, there were only about thirty. Opposite the entrance, a stage was set up with Josh’s drums, a piano and a mic stand, together with some amps. It seemed like you had come just in time, because only moments after you had found a good place to stand for the duration of the show, not too far away from the stage, yet not too close either, Josh walked up to his drum set. People clapped and cheered a little, and so did you.

But then your attention got drawn to the other band member, who walked on stage.

Josh had never bothered to share his name with you and right here, right now, you knew that there was no way Josh would get you to be interested in his Tyler tonight, not when you had just laid eyes on the most intriguing person you had ever seen. Why was Josh so dead set on introducing you to Tyler, when this guy right here, wearing a skeleton hoodie and dancing around on stage, was so much more interesting?

In the beginning he had been wearing the hood, which had been zipped closed in front of his face, and you already found yourself noticing the energy that seemed to flow out from underneath his clothes, energy and excitement, and nervousness and eagerness all at once. It drew you in and you could not help but curse Josh for never telling you this guy’s name.

You had to remind yourself that you had been intrigued by this man’s presence even before you had seen his face, because once you did, you were absolutely certain you would spent the next week (at least) swooning secretly over him. Dark, short hair, almost black eyes and fragile features made a strange contrast to the confident behaviour he put on, which did not match the helpless glance over the small crowd.

It took just one look at him to know he was up there for the same reason Josh was, for the same reason why you painted: He needed a way to deal with whatever his mind tortured him with. You had seen that expression often enough on people. Maybe it was not obvious to people who never had to face these dark, dark demons of their mind, and his confidence on stage was, if not real, very well faked, so it was not obvious for everyone, but you just had a feeling about it. That would at least explain why Josh was so happy that he had gotten into the band; finally there was someone who made music and understood him. Just when that thought had crossed your mind, the singer, now with the hood pushed off his head, microphone in hand, jumped on top of the amp closest to you. He looked over the crowd again, and for a moment his eyes met yours.

You were unable to concentrate on anything other than him for the rest of the show.

The concert was amazing. And not only because of the singer. The music was great, the sound could have been better mixed, but then again the people and their enthusiasm made up for everything. Somehow you had managed to forget about the unpleasant encounter that was waiting for you, until the musicians had walked off the stage, and the rush of adrenaline slowly faded. Leaning against the wall next to the door, you wondered how much hell Josh would give you if you snuck out now.

You did not feel like ruining this perfect evening by meeting up with some stupid, egocentric asshole who somehow had tricked Josh into liking him; you would much rather dream a little about that singer, and maybe ask Josh for his name tomorrow.

You were torn out of your thoughts by an unfamiliar voice. Quickly you looked up, and found yourself almost getting a heart attack from looking directly into the face of the singer. Up close he was even prettier. His overly confident stage act had molten away. Instead he seemed pretty comfortable now in his own skin, a little sweaty from the show, maybe mixed with a hint of shyness, but trustworthily normal.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

Hastily you stood up straight; pushing yourself away from the wall you had leant against, and nodded, feeling how a blush was rising to your cheeks.

“It was amazing, yes,” you answered, “Josh never played me any of you guys’ music before, so I didn’t know what to expect, but I really loved it.”

The man giggled at your rambling. It was a lovely sound.

“You’re a friend of Josh’s then,” he asked, pushing his hands into his pockets.

“Yes, we’ve known each other for years,” you explained, “since school.”

There was an awkward silence for a moment, neither of you knowing what to say. You were about to introduce yourself, when he spoke up again.

“I saw you from the stage,” he told you, a teasing half-grin on his face that made him look way too adorable. “Seemed like you were having a good time.”

You laughed embarrassed.

“Oh great, I made a complete idiot of myself,” you joked.

“Not at all! I like it when people have fun at our shows. Means we aren’t too bad at our job,” he laughed, “so is there a chance I’ll see you again at one of our future shows?”

Surprised you looked up at him. The last sentence had sounded shier than you had expected him to sound.

“Um, yeah, of course,” you nodded, “I’d love to see you guys live again some time.”

“Great,” the man smiled relieved, “’cause that gives me the opportunity to get to know you better.”

You raised a challenging eyebrow at him.

“Is that so?”

“Uhm… yeah.” He laughed, not sounding shy anymore.

“Well, then I really have to come, don’t I? Given I survive the rest of this night…”

His face turned from friendly amusement to a frown immediately.

“Survive the rest of the night? Why? Something going on?”

“Nothing big really,” you shrugged, “just… Josh’s wanted to introduce me to one of his friends, and I got a real bad feeling about it.”

“Why? He’s an asshole or something,” the singer asked, making you nod.

“I got a feeling he probably is. But if it makes Josh happy, I’ll meet him. Maybe then he’ll finally believe me that we wouldn’t get along.”

“Ugh, friendships, always so much work,” the other shrugged, “I’m sure it’ll work out somehow, I mean… if not… you could always give me a call and I’ll kidnap you or something.”

“That actually sounds like a plan,” you laughed, glad that the guy in front of you found a way of cheering you up, and also definitely flattered that he was flirting with you.

“So… can I give you my number,” he asked.

“Uhm, yeah, sure, if you like,” you mumbled, feeling a little shy suddenly.

“Here-“ the guy pulled out a felt-tip-pen, “got a paper?”

Shaking your head, you quickly rolled up the sleeve of your shirt, and presented your forearm to him.

He giggled quietly, and stepped closely next to you. Holding your arm with one hand, he scribbled down a series of numbers on your skin. He was about to add his name, which you were incredibly thankful for, when you suddenly spotted Josh’s brown mess of hair at the other end of the room.

You sighed quietly, knowing your time with the wonderful person at your side was up, when Josh spotted you and waved.

“(Y/n)! Tyler!”

You froze. Had he just called the guy here Tyler? Had you been talking to Tyler all this time?

“Josh, hey!” The person next to you cheered.

Dumbfounded you looked down to your arm, and sure enough there stood that cursed name right underneath the phone number.

“You already got talking,” Josh cheered, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“You - you’re Tyler,” you asked stupidly, making the men laugh.

“Yeah, yeah I’m Tyler,” the guy at your side laughed and closed the pen again, “Josh said you had some worries-“

“-so we thought it might be best if you got talking to him before you knew who he is.”

“Oh wow, great, now I feel more stupid than ever,” you mumbled.

Actually you felt sick. You knew prejudices were useless, but that you had even told Tyler that you thought he’d be an asshole… Dying seemed like a great way to leave that social situation right now.

“Oh no, don’t, please,” Tyler pleaded, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving you a side hug; a distractingly comfortable side hug. “I know that the sports kids don’t always have the best reputation, I get it. Don’t worry.”

You shook your head, but before you were able to say anything Josh already spoke up.

“And it’s not like you never looked at Tyler throughout the show, is it,” he teased.

“I-“

“It’s fine Josh,” Tyler came to your rescue, “We already established that they’re gonna come to future shows so I can get to know them better, and that I jump in to kidnap them in case this conversation goes downhill, and they allowed me to give them my number so really I’ve done all the flirting on my own already.”

There was no denying that Tyler sounded incredibly proud at all of that.

“And now you even sneakily got your arm around their shoulder,” Josh pointed out. “I should never have introduced you two, now I’m the third wheel. You are as good as married!”

“Let me take him out on a date first,” you grinned, making the other two laugh.

“Alright, where to,” Tyler asked jokingly.

“Nah nah nah, not so fast! For tonight the plan was to go out for dinner all together, remember?“

“Our wedding will have to wait, darling,” Tyler announced in a fake sad voice, making you giggle.

“We might survive it,” you shrugged, “so: where to?”

“Taco Bell.” Tyler and Josh answered together at the same time.

“Are you sure it’s not actually the two of you who are getting married,” you asked.

“Uhm…”

“Shit, I knew there was something!”

The three of you laughed and moved towards the door, Tyler holding it open for Josh and you.

On the way down the street to Josh’s car, which had been chosen as the ride, you kept joking and your heart almost leapt into your throat, when Tyler’s hand brushed against yours, intertwining your pinkies with each other.

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Hello. It’s me, anonymous (yes. I am the person who submitted the torchbearer request. That was amazing by the way! You’re an amazing writer!).

I feel bad asking for another TØP one shot (another Josh one on top of that), but I was wondering if you could do a fluffy one where Josh teaches the reader to play the drums a little bit everyday after soundcheck for the Clancy tour, but they don’t tell Tyler (no reason. They just want to mess with him). You can end it however you want, but I think it would be cute Tyler accidentally interrupts a cute moment Josh and the reader are having.

You don’t have to follow this exactly (or at all), I just think it’s cute. Only if you want to of course.

Drum lessons - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: None! Super fluffy <3

A/N: Dude I love tøp and have been waiting for someone to just throw requests my way so NEVER feel bad for requesting tøp. They’re my main fandom anyways and no one has been requesting them so ily 🤟 I'd love to assign you an anon emoji so I know who my anons are so let me know which one you want next time you request. And keep requesting! I write for both Josh and Tyler (and I love Josh a lot so keep them coming!)

I couldn’t tell you how many times I’d watched Josh play drums and wondered how on earth he managed to get each of his limbs to move at different speeds. I’d played guitar before, and I understood how piano worked, but drums just left me clueless. The boys had been practising for the Clancy tour for a few days, and it was the last day before we travelled to Denver. Tyler had gone to get changed and shower before driving home, but Josh and I stayed behind to talk to Mark and film some stuff. The red drum kit sat alone on the stage. I stared at it before sitting behind it and holding the sticks.

“Look at you!” Josh laughed. I smiled brightly at him. “Well if you’re gonna be behind the kit at least play me something.” I hit the snare, kick, and cymbals making a loud (and awful) sound. I burst out laughing, knowing it sounded terrible yet I was thoroughly enjoying myself. 

“I should replace you as the drummer shouldn’t I?” I grinned. He walked up behind me, holding me in a backwards hug. Pressing his lips to my cheek, he whispered “Not quite.” I looked around to see the crew were all gone. “I could teach you though.” He had to be joking. Yeah, I could play guitar and was interested in what Josh did, but he was crazy to think I had the coordination even to play something basic. 

“Haha funny,” I smirked, putting the sticks down and getting up. 

“No, seriously,” he followed quickly behind me as I grabbed my stuff and headed to our car. “It would be something cool for us to do together on tour. Tyler normally leaves after soundcheck to hang with Jenna and the kids. We’d have time.” He was right. I really did want to learn to play drums; they’d always fascinated me. “Come on… it would be fun,” Josh enticed, getting into the car. 

“Yeah, okay,” I nodded, “let’s do it.” 

The first ‘session’ was a disaster. He’d attempted to get me to do a ‘basic’ drum beat he called some complicated name I’d forgotten the name of by the time I sat down. 

“No, no, like this.” He hit one of the drums before stopping to let me try. I’d just stayed to get it before we were told to get off stage. “You’ll get it next time y/n, trust me,” Josh reached for my hand and led me down the halls of the venue. 

“Why don’t we just choose a pilots’ song and you teach me that? Surely there’s an easy one?” I asked. He perked up in excitement. 

“Yeah, that’s a great idea. Routines isn’t too hard, we could even get out up on stage once you get it down,” he smiled. There was no way on earth that would ever happen. 

“Sure Josh, sure,” I rolled my eyes. 

A few sessions later I was starting to get the handle of it. Josh would play the track on his phone and tell me which drums to hit and when until I remembered what to do. 

“Kick, snare, kick, kick, kick, snare. Oh, and remember to keep hitting the high hat the whole time.” I continued to play the song while Josh air drummed and Tyler’s voice played in the background. “Yes! There you go!” I flashed him a smile as I hit the last drumbeat in the song. Josh snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his lips to mine. I kissed him back, cupping his jaw and smiling into the kiss. Josh’s baseball cap brushed against my forehead as we pulled away. I pull it off him and put it on backwards, just like him. 

“Drums are actually kinda fun.”

“Of course they are. I told you, you could do it,” he still held me close in his arms, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” I brushed one of his loose curls out of his face, wondering how lucky I was to have him. He turned his head into my hand, pressing his lips to my palm. “You’re my favourite person.” The curtains backstage ruffled as Tyler stepped out onto the stage. 

“Josh you’re still practicing? I thought we finished soundcheck,” he shouted, running across the venue to the B-stage drum island. “We already did Routines.” Tyler was dressed in his first tour outfit, holding the Clancy mask in his hand. Josh rested his head in the crook of my neck as he looked at Tyler. “Oh shoot, sorry,” Tyler smiled awkwardly, realizing the position we were in, “I didn’t realise you were uh… what was it you were doing?” I waited for Josh to say something, but he stayed quiet. Tyler waited patiently for either of us to answer the question. “Wait, was y/n playing?” A more confident smile spread across his face. Josh sat up and nodded eagerly at Tyler.

“Yep, I taught her the song, she’s amazing isn’t she?” 

“Yeah, I genuinely thought you were Josh with that hat and the drumming over the speakers,” Tyler said, sitting down on the b-stage just next to the drum kit. “You know, it would be cool to have you on stage together playing.” I knew this was coming. I could practically feel the smirk grow on Josh’s face. “And I’m guessing he’s already tried to convince you. I’m sure we can set that up, the fans would go crazy,” he rested his head on his hands, staring up at the roof of the venue. I placed the drumsticks back into their storage cup before getting up from the kit and sitting in front of Josh on the floor. He nudged me, trying to bring my attention to the idea of playing on stage. 

“I-uh… I don’t think it’s for me, you know. You guys perform in front of massive crowds and given that it took me 3 weeks to talk to Josh after we properly met, my anxiety could never,” I pulled at the sleeves of my sweater nervously. 

Tyler smiled at me, knowingly, “I get it, it takes a lot to perform in front of people every night.” I nodded, glad he understood my situation. 

“Just know that I can make it happen if you want it to,” Josh smiled. 

“Of course you can.”

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JOSH THOUGHTS -☆

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

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

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

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

[twenty-one-fics]

Cobwebs and flies

Tyler Joseph x reader // requested

(No warnings)

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Sundays are your favorite days, for multiple reasons. However, mostly because you don’t have to work and you never make plans on Sundays so you have a wide open 24 hours to do whatever you want with. Whether that be baking, gardening, drawing, or reading, or perhaps all of the above.

Today you started your morning with a lovely hot mug of coffee made your favorite way. You smiled to yourself as you carried your ceramic baby blue cup of goodness to the living room where you planned to watch YouTube and rot until it was time for bed.

With a sigh you grabbed your remote and took a sip of coffee as you settled in on the plush, inviting couch. It was a beautiful suede wrap around that your parents got you for Christmas that year. You scrolled through suggested videos on YouTube until you found something of interest. ‘A day in the life of a medieval peasant’ you hummed to yourself with amusement and pressed play.

Knock knock knock

Your eyes shot to your door. Who the heck is that? You’re certain you made no plans today. You never did, it was a personal rule. you set down your coffee and reluctantly made your way to the door. It couldn’t be your parents they’re out of town until next week. None of your friends would even be awake yet , let alone standing at your front door. Your heart rate began to quicken at the prospect of something being wrong or someone you loved in trouble.

You gripped the door knob , sent up a quick prayer and pulled the door open. your jaw dropped. A mix of emotions pooled In your chest and you felt a lump form in your throat.

“Tyler..”

Your voice was nothing More than a light whisper , you weren’t even sure what you said had been audible.

“Hey”

Tyler smiled shyly with a small wave of his hand. His grin grew wider as a yell escaped your lips

“TYLER?!!”

You ran out the door and flew in to his arms, your tense shoulders relaxed at the warmth of his body flush with yours. His chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths. His fingers digging in to your sides like he was afraid if he let go you might float away. You felt like you might.

“What are you doing here?? I thought you guys were on tour”

You smiled into his neck , inhaling his familiar scent. You haven’t seen him in almost a year and you missed him everyday. Tyler was one of your oldest and best friends, he was your partner in crime all through highschool. He was there for everything , your first boyfriend , your first failed test, your first soccer tournament, your first job , first highschool dance … everything. the memories flooded back to you as you looked into his chocolate brown eyes. They shimmered with…. What was that? Happiness? Adoration? Perhaps just relief , sometimes it’s just nice to see an old friend.

You pulled away from the hug first , holding Tyler at an arms length, his gleaming teeth bared as he smiled down at you , eyes searching every inch of your face.

“We are still on tour but we have a week or so in between shows and we’re in town and … I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you… so surprise!”

He laughed as he did jazz hands

You just stood there smiling at him , you were in awe. Your Ty guy was home and took time out of his ,what you could only imagine is an insanely busy schedule, to come see you.

“Oh my gosh this is my favorite day , come on come in I’ll get you something to drink”

You all but squealed with excitement as you gestured for him to follow you inside , and he did so with a small chuckle. He was happy to see you and it was written all over his wonderful face.

“Do you have any-“

Tyler began to ask as you led him to the kitchen

“Red Bull?”

You finished with a smile , he returned the gesture with a nod

“Yes redbull”

He smiled coyly leaning against the marbled white and gray counter top , his head cocked slightly to one side as he took in his surroundings. He’d been here many times before of course , but you’d made a few small changes to the place since he’d seen it last.

“No I don’t , that stuff is literally poison for your body”

You replied with a grimace

“Still on your health kick?”

He asked , now stepping towards you as you stood in front of your refrigerator.

“Itsssss not a health kick Ty , just called taking care of yourself”

You giggled, he always picked at you about your constant strive to live a healthy lifestyle, but you knew he didn’t mean any of it , he actually admired the care and attention you put in to taking care of your body and your self.

“Always such an inspiration aren’t you?”

He chimed reaching in the fridge and grabbing a cold pressed juice

“I’ll bet you made this yourself”

He added holding up the bottle of red liquid.

You scrunched your nose at him

“So what if I did”

You retorted grabbing a water for yourself and closing the refrigerator door.

“It’s beet juice by the way , you’ve been warned”

Tyler chuckled

“I knew it”

You rolled your eyes and nudged his ribs with your elbow gently.

“Come on let’s go outside and enjoy the nice morning “

You perked up at the prospect of a cozy morning on the porch with your dearest friend. You had so many questions and wanted to know absolutely everything about all the wonderful places he’s been in the last year. You grabbed his hand without even thinking about it. You felt his fingers twitch like he was going to pull away but then he gripped your hand tightly and allowed you to pull him outside.

You both sat on a chair and just took a second to look at eachother

“You look so good Ty!”

You smiled letting your eyes fall down his figure and back up , his face reddened slightly and he waved off your comment with a small laugh that barely bubbled over his mauve lips.

“So do you (y/n). You really do”

He replied looking In to your eyes, his tongue flicked over his lips and your eyes flew to his mouth and then away again. You felt your cheeks heat and shifted your position to play off the fact that you were flustered.

“I wish you would have given me a twenty minute warning or something, I just woke up, I look like hell”

You gestures to your outfit: grey sweats and a white t shirt from highschool that had a few holes in it and splashes of paint here and there. Your hair was in a high bun and it was far too early for makeup.

“You look beautiful, wouldn’t have you any other way than you are right now. This is my favorite version of you”

He chimed, his voice was quiet but his eyes never left yours as the words left his mouth. For a moment you were speechless , for some reason this felt different. Tyler had complimented you before , tons of times but it felt heavier this time , like there was more behind it.

was it due to the fact that you hadn’t seen him in so long ? You know what they say , absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Tell me everything”

You demanded with an excited smile as you leaned back in your chair. Tyler beamed at you and shook his head.

“But I want to hear about you (y/n) how are you? What have you been doing? How’s Max?”

Tyler’s fired off questions, leaning toward you his elbows rested

on the tops of his thighs. For the first time since he’d been here , your smile fell.

Max.

How does he not know? Had you really not spoken to him about it?

“What’s wrong?”

Tyler asked , immediately picking up on the change in your demeanor.

You blinked and shook your head slightly

“Oh nothing , max and I aren’t together anymore”

You let out a sigh , like the words were heavy on your heart and saying this out loud to Tyler lifted their weight off of your shoulders.

His face fell with concern

“What happened?”

He questioned , syrupy sympathy dripping from his words.

You waved a hand in the air as if to play down the statement that was about to leave your lips

“I found him with another girl.. it was stupid..”

Your voice broke on the last word and you cursed yourself for getting emotional. This wasn’t what you wanted , you didn’t want this to still hurt you, it had been a few months now and for the most part you’ve been okay. You’ve learned how to be alone again, but saying this to Tyler, finally talking with him about it , made your heart ache and realize how much you’ve truly missed him.

You didn’t look at Tyler , you couldn’t bring yourself to do it because you felt so stupid. Tyler had had his reservations about Max when the two of you first got together, but of course you brushed his concerns off. You didn’t want to go in to your relationship with Max on negative thinking.

But Tyler’s intuition was right and you felt so so stupid.

Tyler didn’t say anything just looked at you, he didn’t know what he could say and he wasn’t the type of person to say ‘I told you so’

“I feel so stupid”

Was all you managed to get out. Your voice was hoarse and you were trying with all your might not to cry.

“Hey… no”

Tyler said standing and moving to you, he crouched in front of you and grabbed your hands , resting them in your lap.

“You’re not stupid. He’s stupid. This isn’t your fault (y/n) none of this is your fault”

He stroked your hand with his thumb , it was consistent and gentle. Tears raced down your hot cheeks, you hadn’t cried about this in a while , but Tyler always made you more emotional, he just had that affect on you. He made you feel things so intensely when he was around.

“How come my relationships never go right? Is something wrong with me?”

The question was rhetorical but Tyler held your hands tighter , he had a broken despondent look in his eyes as he gazed at you.

“Of course not, you’re perfect… I’m so sorry he did this to you (y/n) I’m so sorry, you’re the last person on this planet that deserves that. You’re such a warm and compassionate person, you’re living sunshine and the kindest, most selfless person I know , and you’re painfully beautiful. Inside and out you are absolutely beautiful”

He soothed , his voice was low and Earnest. His hands moved up to your arms as he stood and pulled you up to him wrapping you in another time stopping hug.

You let yourself cry, you let yourself be an absolute mess on Tyler’s shoulder because this is exactly what you needed to finally let go of the pain that max instilled on you.

Tyler was what you needed.

His hand moved up and down your spine with purpose , his touch was gentle and warm. You shook lightly as you sniffled wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Oh … I’m a mess”

You sighed , before letting out a pathetic self deprecating chuckle.

Tyler didn’t let you go , his lips brushed your ear as he spoke sending a jolt of hot awareness down your spine

“You are too good for him (y/n)”

He looked down at you as you swiped more tears from your eyes, trying to clean yourself up and stop all this nonsense crying. Max was done and over with , this had happened months ago and you didn’t even have feelings for him anymore. The tears were more or less therapeutic, especially here with Tyler. You needed this, this was the nail in the coffin of yours and Max’s relationship.

You lifted your head , giving Tyler a watery smile

“I needed that”

You admitted as his hand caressed your back.

“I think I did too, It’s been too long since I’ve seen you, I don’t want to wait that long ever again.”

Tyler stated as he eyed you carefully. His eyes narrowed and his brows creased slightly. You knew him long enough to know that was his thinking face.

“What are you thinking about?”

You asked poking his chest. neither of you had made a move to step away from each other. You just stood there in his arms , letting him soothe you.

“I’m here for a week, and then we’re leaving for Europe..”

Tyler began, watching you as each word left his lips. You nodded your understanding, waiting for him to continue. A slow smile curled his lips , brightening his eyes before he spoke again

“Come with us”

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A/N: hello! I hope everyone enjoyed this short one shot, I’m actually considering doing a part two but I haven’t decided yet! Please let me know if you liked it or not I love any feedback anyone has. The person who requested this was anonymous but whoever you are thank you for the great prompt.

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Thank you again for reading!

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[cerebralthundering]

Tour II

Let’sa go! Make sure to read part 1 first! This might be the shortest of the 3.

warnings: oral, daddy kink, intercourse, spanking

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Josh hovers back over top of you, kissing you hard again as he snakes his one hand down your body until it slides underneath your underwear. You can feel his fingers slide between your wet folds as he groans out. “You’re so wet.”

“Fuck, you’re telling me,” you counter. You started getting wet the moment he touched you since this was something you’ve been craving for so long, but watching him as you sucked him off really got it going. He presses light circles over your clit while applying pressure at the mound with his thumb, exposing you slightly more. Your hands rake through his hair & down his back. Soon he slides two fingers inside, causing your mouth to fall agape & your back to begin to arch. His fingers work inside your walls for a moment before he pulls them back out & completely out of your panties. You give him a confused puppy dog look.

“Don’t worry, kitten. I just want to taste you.” With those words your toes curl in excitement as he hooks his fingers under the waistband & pulls off your underwear. You’re now laying there completely exposed to him on the floor. This is not exactly how you had imagined this to go but you’re definitely not complaining. He moves his body to position himself to get right between your legs. Right before you think he’s going to lower himself down, he pauses & purses his lips. “I have an idea.”

He reaches his hands out for yours. You comply & he pulls you to sit up & then up onto your knees. After that, he lets go of your hands & starts to twist himself to lay on his back in front of you with his head pointing towards you. He then tilts his head back to look at you before gesturing you over to him. “Sit on my face.”

You moan deeply at this suggestion & scoot your way over to him & position yourself over his face. He wraps his arms around your thighs to pull you closer. He begins by just suckling on your inner thighs, making you crave his tongue right where you need it as his fingertips gently press into your skin. “Josh, please…” the desperation dripping from your voice. Finally his mouth moves right where you can feel his hot breath over your core before he gives you a long lick. His touch jolts through your body, making your hips twitch, your stomach muscles tense, & breath hitch. He applies pressure with his tongue right over your clit before taking it to suck on with his lips pressed around. You twitch & moan as your breathing increases as he begins lapping you up. You feel his tongue move down to your entrance to tease circles at momentarily. He’s really starting to get you going before he stops. He pulls you back from his face just enough to speak, “Turn around.”

With his command, you do just that. You lift your leg over him & turn to face the other direction. “Much better. I wanna be able to watch your beautiful face as I eat you out. Also don’t be afraid to really ride my face,” he tells you before wrapping his arms again around your thighs & pulls you back down. This direction you can also wrap your fingers in his hair & watch the focus in his face so it’s definitely a win-win for both of you.

He goes back to working his mouth on you as you start slowly grinding your hips as you grip lightly on his hair. You can see him occasionally look up at you, watching as you bite your lip & how your eyes are almost closed as you focus on every touch while dropping expletives. After a minute he unhooks one of his arms from around your thigh & reaches underneath to slide two fingers inside you, making you groan out as your mouth falls open & your back arches as you buck his face. You can feel him curling his fingers inside you, reaching for your g-spot. He starts sucking harder at your clit, occasionally swirling his tongue around it like he’s french kissing it, & pumping his fingers faster. The multiple feelings of pleasure is making your head spin. You’ve never had anyone work you like this. You are literally like a wind up toy, getting tighter with each passing moment.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, daddy,” you cry out as you tighten the grip on his hair & grind your hips faster, your legs now beginning to quake as your breathing steadily increases & becomes almost erratic. The heat is brewing deeply in your lower stomach, feeling yourself getting close to the edge. Your words make him grip his one hand tighter on your thigh & moan out vibrations to your core as he looks up at you before muffling out, “Come for me, kitten.” He pulls his fingers out just long enough to add a third, really working you fully now as you breathlessly cry out. “Fuck!” you scream. He releases one more wave of vibrations before finally pushing you over the edge. He keeps you pulled down tightly, working your orgasm out completely until you untense & slow down.

You raise yourself just a little to give him some breathing room as you try to catch your breath yourself. His arm is still wrapped around thigh very lazily as the other rests on the floor. After his breathing has normalized, you lean back so you’re sitting on his chest. You look at his face - flushed, wet & shiny. He then licks his lips before taking the three fingers he used & sucks seductively on each one, tasting every last bit of you. You sit there in awe, watching him with his eyes half lidded tasting you. “I knew you’d taste good.”

Now that you’ve both had the chance to catch your breath, you graze your fingertips down his sweaty chest, biting your lip innocently, before looking down at him & speaking, “Now there’s only one more thing you need to do.”

He moves to position himself back up to face you on his knees & begins to go push you back down on your back on the floor before you stop him. He furrows his brows in confusion before you answer, “I have a better idea.” You start shifting up again & then turn around so you’re on all fours with your ass facing him. You turn your head around to look at him while giving him a smirk & wiggling your butt at him. He moans in approval while giving your ass a swat, making you yelp.

“One sec,” he interrupts. He starts moving over to his bunk & you hear him rustling around in a bag before he pops his head back out & holds up a condom. He quickly tears open the wrapper & then slips it on before steadying himself behind you. He gives your ass another smack before rubbing it over. “How much do you want this?”

You groan before answering, “I don’t want this. I need this, daddy.”

“Tell me how bad you need this,” he demands while spanking you again as he starts teasing you by rubbing the head of his cock right against your entrance.

“Ugh, I need this so bad. I need your cock filling up my wet pussy. I need you pounding me hard as you pull my hair. I need you smacking my ass as you push me to the edge.” You can feel his grip on your hips tightening with each word as you try to push your ass back towards him, begging him with both your body & words. “Please…”

And with that, you feel him enter you so quickly you barely have time to adjust, causing you to cry out as he fills you up as you dig your nails into the carpet. His pace already starting out fast, bucking his hips forcefully. Your head falls down for a moment before you feel him grab a hold of your hair, pulling it back up. “Keep your head up.” Your senses are so overloaded you can barely see straight. You still can’t believe this is real & it’s even better than you ever imagined. You think the grip he has with his other hand on your hip might even leave bruises. You can hear him breathing hard & moaning with each thrust, pulling your hair back with each one. He’s fucking you with the intensity he gives while playing the drums & you know you won’t last long.

“Fuck, I’m already close!” you whine out. You can feel your legs starting to shake. You go to try to drop your head again unintentionally but he pulls you quickly back up.

He smacks your ass swiftly before leaning his body forward to get closer to your ear & asking, “Is my good kitten going to cum for daddy? Is she going to make a mess all over daddy’s cock?” His breath heaves between every few words as he continues thrusting hard into you. The sound of skin slapping skin is loud even through the various moans, groans, cries, & expletives. Your head is still instinctively trying to fall but unable. Your nails are latched so deeply into the carpet you can feel the hard surface underneath.

“Yes…” is all you can manage to express as you’re beginning to see stars. As if you weren’t already on sensory overload, he moves his hand from your hip to your clit to rub at to really push you over the edge. You have literal tears of pleasure seeping from your eyes at this point. You can’t even create coherent thoughts, let alone words, so only sounds are coming out. A couple more thrusts & you’re pushed to your climax. You scream out as your walls clench tightly around him. He loudly grunts as he finally reaches his climax as well, making him pull back on your hair even harder & grip your hip tighter. He sloppily continues thrusting to milk both of your orgasms until the end.

Once he’s done, he stops still inside you for a moment to catch his breath. His hand is steadying himself on your lower back briefly before he finally lets go of your hair, your head finally able to hang. He then pulls out & takes off the condom, tying it & tossing it in a nearby trash can. You feel like if you try to move much you might just collapse, so instead you lay yourself down your side. He takes a cue from you & lays on his opposite side so he’s facing you.

“That was fucking amazing,” he purrs as he reaches his hand out to tuck the hair out of your face. Both of your faces are flushed & sweaty but glowing as you smile at each other in bliss.

“I 100% agree. I don’t think I can move yet, & I kinda don’t want to anyway,” you state while reaching your arm out to wrap around his waist, attempting to pull him closer. He scooches towards you more so your bodies are right against each other & wraps his arm around you. You lift your leg up over him & you both just lay there silently, taking each other in, before dozing off.

—-

Who knows how much long later, you wake up groggily. You look around with hazy vision & that’s when it hits you that you both are still lying here on the floor naked. You start quickly jostling to get up, waking Josh up. He groans with his eyes still closed & asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Josh!” you loudly exclaim. You’re quickly putting your bra & underwear back on as he finally opens his eyes to look at you, now standing. It still hasn’t hit him yet so you gesture around the floor area & then towards Jenna & Tyler’s room. That’s when he ultimately gets it & his eyes widen as he now rushes to get up, gathering clothes off the floor. “Shit!” You freeze for a moment & hold out a hand prompting him to do the same so you can try to hear if they were back already or not. It’s dead silent & you think certainly if they had returned you would’ve noticed & they would’ve said something. Once you realize you’re still safe, you see him go to grab his shirt off the floor before you reach out & steal it from him & slip it on over your bra & underwear while giving him a content smirk. He smiles at you while checking you out, moving to run his fingertips along your hips. “You look much better in it,” he confirms. He starts slipping his fingers underneath before you stop him. “As much as I’d love for you to continue, we need to hurry up before they get back,” you explain. He sighs in agreement & goes to toss his jeans in his bunk & grabs a pair of basketball shorts instead to put on as you toss your jeans in yours.

“Stay with me…” you plead as you reach out your hand for his. He places his hand in yours as you begin climbing into your bunk before he enters behind you. He pulls the curtain closed before cuddling up behind you. His calloused but soft hand rest on your stomach as you let out a content sigh & hold onto it. This is real.

[z0mbiekisses]

part one- if i can change i hope i never know.

jasmine’s life was predictable. to say the least. she had a steady routine going on. her days often blended together, until good day dema came into production. jasmine was in charge of the show. well, not completely. there was always someone above her, it was dema after all. it was different. the set was filled with bright pastels. good day dema was created to dismiss the claims “clancy” made. propaganda. jasmine knew the was all an illusion, she’s seen the gray walls day after day. hell, one of the biggest rules about dema was no music. so it definitely surprised jasmine to hear they’re forcing tyler to write an entire album. jasmine knew deep down it was suspicious. but jasmine didn’t have a choice. jasmine didn’t have options, this was the life planned for her. jasmine didn’t know about anything else. sure, she’s heard of “the outside”. but this was her life, and she just accepted it because what else was she going to do?

jasmine was waiting backstage in a dressing room for tyler to show up. to be honest, she didn’t know much about him. jasmine knew he betrayed nico and escaped from dema. jasmine never read the letters or anything, it didn’t catch her interest. she often kept to herself the best she could. trying to get through each day. jasmine did feel bad that he was being forced to do this show, but she supposed there were worse ways to be punished. jasmine didn’t understand the severity of it all. oblivious of the reality. jasmine was snapped out of her thoughts as tyler walked into the room.

“hello tyler, i’m jasmine. i’ll be taking care of you today.”, she smiled reaching her hand out for him to shake. his face was blank, emotionless. which wasn’t unusual here in dema. there was never any true joy or any feelings around. just blank slates and coldness.

jasmine took in his appearance as he shook her hand. their brown eyes meeting briefly. she took interest in his soft brown curls. jasmine almost felt sad that she’d have to turn it into a bright pastel pink. she admired it for a moment before leading tyler over to a chair.

“okay so i have these two shades of pink, one is more softer and the other is brighter.”, jasmine held up the two bottles of dye to tyler. he looked confused.

“you’re asking me?”, tyler raised his eyebrow. jasmine laughed dryly at his skepticism.

“well yeah.. it’s your hair after all.”, but tyler wasn’t phased. he just rolled his eyes.

“just get this over with it.”, jasmine was a bit surprised by his short response. but jasmine understood he wasn’t too happy about the situation. they were both aware they had to make the bishops happy. they both didn’t have a say in anything. she mixed the bleach and began to lightly coat his hair. it was quiet at first, jasmine wasn’t much for conversation. she never knew how to start them.. or carry them. but she did know how to finish them.

“have you ever dyed your hair before?”, tyler spoke up. jasmine nodded her head.

“only a strand of my hair blue. that was before i was ordered to take it out.”, jasmine shared. she was happy tyler was trying to talk to her.

“blue is a pretty color.”, tyler commented.

“blue is my favorite color.”, jasmine smiled. it was hard having a favorite color that was pretty much forbidden. but the blue skies always spoke to jasmine. especially at night when the stars would light up. reminding her that she wasn’t alone at the end of the day. or the paladin strait she could see in the distance. tyler nodded, taking mental note of it. after jasmine finished with the bleach, it was quiet again. jasmine didn’t want to wait the 30 minutes in silence. so she decided to turn on the radio. though of course, the only songs it played were scaled and icy.

“sorry.. it must be weird hearing your own voice.”, jasmine laughed lightly. fidgeting with the silver bracelets on her wrist.

“it’s okay, i’m used to it.. i just wish they were MY songs.”, tyler sighed. jasmine was confused by this response.

“your songs?”

“well i made them, but these aren’t my thoughts.. my feelings. it’s what the bishops told me to sing.”, jasmine listened to tyler. that didn’t sound unusual for the bishops. jasmine was just happy she was able to actually enjoy music. jasmine felt bad for tyler, she could tell this was hard for him. tyler had songs that actually were true to him. but of course, they were absolutely forbidden here.

“well for what it’s worth, you have a great voice.”, jasmine complimented. which made tyler smile. jasmine spent the rest of the time listening to the album while she finished up on tyler’s hair. they actually had light conversations. it was the first time in god knows how long jasmine was able to actually enjoy a conversation with someone.

“here’s your mic pack, in-ears all that stuff. i’ll come back in 10 minutes before you go on.”, jasmine gestured over to the small vanity. as she was about to walk out, tyler spoke.

“jasmine, a gift from god.”, jasmine turned around. her name spoke a lot about her character. jasmine and tyler were on two entirely different ends of their place in dema. while tyler was this traitor, jasmine was highly praised. the bishops often favored her. though, jasmine was unsure why. she knew it had something to do with her family. they had a close history with the bishops. but jasmine knew it had to be more than that. her privilege was how she ended up being in charge of this whole production.

“yeah, why do you bring it up?”, jasmine raised her eyebrows. tyler just shrugged. tyler was taking into account how different they were; at least on that level. part of him wished he could leave dema WITH jasmine. to be able to show her the truth. but tyler wasn’t even sure he’d be able to leave again.

jasmine could hear in her own in ear she was needed somewhere. so she left tyler alone. eventually she came back to let him know it was 5 minutes before showtime. tyler was just sitting there, staring at the blank white wall. jasmine felt unusually sad for him. it was rare where she was put in situations where she felt these kinds of emotions. everytime she expressed them it didn’t end well. she was quite unsure how to handle it. but with tyler, she felt different. he was different. she sat on the couch next to tyler.

“pre-show jitters?”, jasmine suggested.

“i guess you can say that.”, jasmine gave tyler a small smile.

“i look forward to hearing you perform.”, jasmine’s eyes met tyler’s. there was a small spark. which was the first jasmine had seen. jasmine was normally intimated by eye contact. but with tyler, it didn’t feel threatening. both jasmine & tyler heard it was time to head up on set. jasmine could tell tyler was disappointed.

jasmine rushed around, making sure everything was perfect. she looked down at the checklist on her clipboard. on the leather couch was an older gentleman & woman. tyler barely mumbled a word to them. to be completely honest, even jasmine was confused on who these people were. but, jasmine knew better not to ask questions. not anymore. the countdown started for the show to air.

3.

2.

1.

i know it’s hard to believe me but it’s a good day.

jasmine watched as the bright lights shined on the golden set. the yellow coated walls were vibrant & would practically radiate off the screen. exactly how it was supposed to be. jasmine watched as the two hosts talked, and tyler sat in the middle. however, he didn’t even look up at the camera. it was almost as if he was trapped in his own head. tyler didn’t even react to the hosts comments about his band name. tyler was just.. there. jasmine knew tyler didn’t want to be there. but this didn’t feel right. jasmine couldn’t focus on that though. this was what the bishops wanted. this was her job. she had to stay focus. besides, he only had one song to sing. soon enough this would be over. jasmine went off to grab the scaled and icy discs for the hosts to advertise. when she came back, the hosts looked different. the had wounds on their faces that weren’t there before. jasmine didn’t have time to worry about that. she set up the merch table, and listened as tyler sang.

“i was born a choker.. no one’s coming for me.”

jasmine was almost entranced by his voice. sure, she didn’t know many songs to compare it to. but she always loved listening to tyler. his voice easing the stress and worry she was facing. she loved listening to scaled and icy, even if tyler wasn’t too fond of it. it brought her comfort. a rare thing for jasmine. there was a pause and that’s when she called over the hosts to the merch table. jasmine noticed their eyes were both yellow. it was off-putting to say the least. but she moved over off camera & waited for them to begin the commercial break. she walked over to tyler who now looked.. sad?

“hey, told you you’d do great.”, jasmine smiled at him. trying her best to make him feel better. tyler still looked down at the ground.

“are you happy here?”, tyler asked, looking into her eyes. it was a sudden question. but tyler needed to know where exactly jasmine’s head was at.

“what else is there?”, jasmine answered honestly.

“trench.”, tyler spoke again. it was engraved in jasmine’s’ mind that there was nothing outside the dema walls for her, or anyone. and people who escape are merely fools leading themselves to slaughter. that’s what she was taught.

“i have everything i need here.”, jasmine answered simply. though, it felt more as if she was reading off a script.

“i promise, there’s more than this. you can do better.”, tyler tried to explaining to her. but this wasn’t an easy thing for her to hear. how was she supposed to believe tyler?

“and yet you’re still here.”, jasmine replied coldly. tyler frowned, his sad demeanor creeping back. he knew trying to convince jasmine to leave everything behind would be difficult. but he has to try. tyler knew jasmine deserved better then whatever this shitty place had to offer. it was time for tyler to finish his part of the show. jasmine walked away off set. she was taking apart the merch table as tyler finished singing. letting tyler’s soft voice help bring her some peace.

CUT!

jasmine went to go dismiss everyone from the set, but as she walked up she saw the two hosts bodies laying on the ground. their faces now fully wounded and bruised. their skin much paler than it once was. jasmine’s stomach felt ill. they were dead. the two people who were just up hosting a morning show were lying dead on the floor.

BAM!

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hiiii guys!!^^ i hope you enjoyed the first part of this series. like ive mentioned, this will be a shorter story if you will, however ive been very into the lore & stuff. plus im a big maladaptive daydreamer so!!! i’ll try my best to update when i can! thank you for reading it means so much!!!:3

- v 🩶