#tøp drabbles

[aichmoph0bia]

my attempt at drawing josh 😭 dont pay much attention to the details i tried to turn this sketch into an actual drawing but turns out a drabble looks better than whatever i was able do with colors n shits 💀

[somethinggoodig]

Regulus knew that he was a goner, he knew that he'd die. But he still wanted to yell at James, "Don't let me be gone, don't let me die"

[blurryface-never-left]

Pur•ity

There's something oddly fascinating about a particular outfit that Blurryface appears in. In the sea of various dark clothes, there's one that seems to stand out from the crowd. The snow white hoodie, over a button-up and finished off by an identical white pair of trousers. A stark contrast against the charcoal black that coats the skin of their hands and neck, with the addition of ruby red swimming in their irises. This white, the color that symbolizes purity and innocence, ironically being donned by an entity that prides itself on eradicating just that.

Like a taunt, or mockery. Or even more malicious, a disguise. A wolf in sheeps clothing if you will. A perfect fit to appear to introduce itself in, if they were to try to slide their way into your psyche. At your lowest moment, the perfect time to strike. When your vision is too blurred by the overwhelming rush of tears in the midst of a panic attack, you'll be more likely to miss the inky black of their hands as they take you in, brushing your hair or rubbing circles on your back to soothe your anxiety. An anxiety they'd never admit was amplified by their infestation that they already started in your mind. You can only take in the comforting, safety of the white hoodie you'd cry into. You'll develop a trust with your new, otherworldly friend before you could correlate the red eyes and shadows with anything malevolent.

After all, how can they be dangerous? With how they keep you company, when your friends slowly begin to fade from your life, or how they're willing to stay and listen to you spill your flaws and downfalls to them. They do it because they care..

A friend. An odd, eerie even, shadowed friend. They have your best interest in mind. So when they suggest relieving your stress with a razor blade, or satiate your anxiety by encouraging you to stay home, away from the terrifying world, you can assure its from a place of support.

Right?

[s1ushyz]

"What's cooking good looking?"

Pairings | Josh Dun x GN! Reader drabble

Band | Twenty one piolets

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

9:30am

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

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

"What's cooking good looking?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Josh said as his chocolate colored eyes gazed into yours.

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

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

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

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

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

This was inspired by this pic btw ;)

[abcmuushroom]

Table of Contents

A quick guide of how to find things in this blog

I've grouped them by category (in bold), then put the tags I use in italics, and put a quick explanation of what you'll find in that tag in this blog

Titanic stuff

titanic drabbles: mostly true, 100 or 200 words each, about people (mostly the crew) on the Titanic

titanic tweets: mostly fiction, a "what if the Titanic crew had Twitter" sort of thing

titanic art: reblogs of other people's amazing Titanic art

titanic: all things Titanic, including reblogs and miscellaneous Titanic-related posts

music

music: for posts about general or specific music (except, perhaps, some TØP posts- unless they're about the music itself)

twenty øne piløts: for posts about my favorite band (can also search for more specific tags- tyler joseph, the craving, scaled and icy, torchbearer, clancybearer, etc)

clique art: for fanart of previously mentioned TØP

the beatles: for all things beatles (with, again, specific tags included for your convenience)

other

boy meets world: posts from my boy meets world phase

history: posts, mostly reblogs but some original, about history (excluding the Titanic)

art: reblogs of art or about art, often with a side of history

literature: for, ah, posts about literature

linguistics: for posts about language (notably distinct from the above)

quotes: for. for quotes

science: for fun facts, jokes, or thoughts about science (mostly reblogs)

ocean liners: for ships that aren't the gorgeous titanic

I hope you enjoy your stay

[clazcy]

by the way. i take headcanon/drabble/doodle requests for tøp. ONLY THE CHARACTERS. it's a good way for me to get the thoughts out of my head. just send an ask i'll very probably respond.

[honeypotdrops]

❀ All about Honey! ❀

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

I’ve been on tumblr since the dawn of time- for me anyway…

i survived the 2014 tumblr buzz and the awkward 2015 dan and phil phase and then my tøp era in 2016 making a swift exit shortly after this-

feeling nostalgic for it- i came back LMAO :)

so this is just me saying hi! and telling you a bit more about myself<3

i intend to eventually put my writing here and some drabbles of things i JUST NEED TO GET OUT OF MY HEAD and hopefully someone will enjoy it!<3

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘

❀HI my name is Honey but, you can call me anything! Honey, Honeypot, H.. even Keith if you feel like it.. (maybe something nicer than Keith..)

✿ my pronouns are she/her!

❀I’m 23 and i’m a scorpio (boo’s and/or cheers are welcome depending on your opinions of us oct/nov babies)

✿I’m from the UK, yes i like tea- no i haven’t met the queen, but thanks for your curiosity<3

❀ Cats are my favourite in the whole wide world but i love all animals and wish i could adopt them all-

✿ this blog is A SAFE PLACE- everyone is welcome here regardless of gender, race, sexuality etc, don’t be a fool, i won’t tolerate it.

❀ i’ve been known to have been a hardcore clickie back in the day, saying that like i was born in the 1800’s? one of my first concerts i ever went to was a TØP show in London back in 2016 and i screamed my little 16 year old heart out-

✿ i enjoy writing and reading, i love art and anything to do with it- give me a pen and paper and i’ll draw for hours- i like music a lot, my taste has changed over the years and i have a new favourite song every 3-5 business days, i like to play games- i like Minecraft, call of duty (even though i suck ass when i do play) I was a child of the 2010’s so anything Nintendo is also my vibe.

╚══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══╝

I’m sure at some point i’ll write a less rushed version of this but for now this is enough food for thought :)

love ya!

-Honeypot<3

[peachmi1k]

writing guidelines

as of right now i write for jschlatt and ted nivison

feel free to request drabbles or hc's ; if i like your request idea enough i'll probably write something longer for it !

however i have a pea brain and i do work a lot , so i cannot guarantee i will always write your request if i can't think of any ideas for it or if i'm just feeling burnt out ( which is often , i'm plagued with perpetual writers block sigh )

i write most often

i love to write aus ; historical aus ( renaissance , medieval , 70s/80s/90s , etc ) . dystopian aus ( apocalypse , based on y/a novels , etc ) . supernatural aus ( vampires , ghosts , angels/devils , etc )

i also love to write fics based on songs ; mostly from bands + singers from my emo phase ( mcr , fob , p!atd , green day , paramore , tøp , halsey , melanie martinez , etc ) . fics like these almost always are aus as well , its not often that they aren't

i'll attempt to write an au based on just about anything if i like it enough and feel like i have the ideas to make it work

i will write

reader insert . fluff , angst , smut , and any combination of the three . platonic or romantic . female reader or gender neutral reader ( i don't think i could do male reader since i'm a female )

i am also willing to write darker / more mature themes, however if i don't think i would feel comfy writing your specific request it will be deleted

i won’t write

creator x creator . scat / piss . cnc . foot fetish . abuse or sa . incest / stepcest

i will always add to this if discover something else

[blurry-fics]

Chapter Seven

Pairing: ? x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1456

Author’s Note: I think I’m going to be slowing it down with the posts a little bit over these next few days. There’s a lot of requests still to come, but I don’t want to overwhelm all of you with content! Also, since this is the last post of January, the calendar in the Posting Info post will now be accurate!

“How are you feeling?” you asked.

Josh stopped looking in the mirror and turned to face you. “Nervous,” he laughed.

“Me too,” you smiled.

Josh had offered for you to come sit in his dressing room while he got ready for the show. You had gladly accepted, happy to not have to deal with your anxieties alone on the quiet tour bus. The morning had quickly taught you how hectic tour life can be.

“Do you have your security badge?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s right here.” You held it up.

“Good. Don’t lose that.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. Not all of us get the luxury of security recognizing our faces at first glance.”

“I’m assuming you haven’t heard Tyler’s security story, then?”

“No?”

“Ask him sometime. You won’t regret it.”

“Noted.”

Josh leaned forward and messed with something on his face for a moment. You fiddled with your camera, triple checking all the settings.

“Did you get some good shots during soundcheck today?”

“Yeah, a lot of good ones! I’m so curious as to what the actual show is going to be like now,” you smiled.

“You’re going to love it. Tyler has such good stage presence.”

“Didn’t he mention that he likes climbing stuff?”

Josh laughed, “Yeah, he does when he has the opportunity. There will be plenty of chances for you to get photos of that.”

“And you too! You’re both in the band, you know.”

“Yeah,” he smiled nervously.

Josh walked across the room and grabbed the hoodie he needed. There was still five minutes until everyone had to get to their places, but it was obvious that he was growing more anxious by the second.

“Hey, you’re going to be fine, Josh.”

He turned to look at you, followed closely by the little smirk that he always seemed to do. You smiled, hoping that it would provide some reassurance. Sure, you two had only known each other a short time, but you liked to think that you had each other’s backs.

“I always get so nervous before the first show. What if I’ve forgotten all the songs?” he laughed nervously.

“Haven’t you and Tyler been practicing nonstop?”

“Yeah, but you never know,” he shrugged.

“You’re going to be fine. And if you get nervous, just look at me and I can give you a thumbs up or something.”

He laughed at that, “Thanks, Y/N/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname that he and Tyler had come up with for you. It had happened when you and the rest of the tour crew were playing card games. Tyler had claimed that they should give you a nickname to make you feel more like a part of the tour crew. Thus, Y/N/N was born.

“Anytime.”

Tyler walked past the doorway, whistling to himself. Josh called after him, and a few moments later Tyler had joined the two of you.

“What’s up?” Tyler asked.

“You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he smiled.

“Hey, you two, get together,” you waved a hand at them.

Tyler walked over and threw an arm around Josh. It was going to be a nice photo until Josh made a face, prompting Tyler to do the same. You laughed as you took a quick picture.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Hey! Time to get moving!” someone called.

“That’s our cue,” Tyler said, pulling on a ski mask.

“A ski mask?” you asked.

“You’ll see,” Josh winked before pulling on his own.

You watched as the boys ran out of the room before you grabbed your things and headed your own way. It would be good for you to get a few test shots before the actual show started.

You were still in shock as you walked backstage, covered in red confetti, to find the boys after the show. That was hands down one of the best concerts that you had ever seen--photographer or not--and you were in awe that you had the opportunity to be on tour with them. Today was only the first show and you were anxious to see what they had in store for the rest of the tour.

The boys were in Tyler’s dressing room, having just changed into their normal clothes. They smiled as you walked into the room.

“What did you think?” Tyler grinned.

“That was phenomenal. I’m blown away.”

“You think so?” Josh asked.

“No doubt! I was so busy trying to take in everything that was happening that I nearly forgot to take photos,” you laughed.

“I can’t wait to see your photos,” Josh smiled. Tyler nodded in agreement.

“So, what now?”

Tyler was the one to answer, “Collect our things, lock up the bus, and hit the road.”

You nodded, “Let’s do it.”

The three of you gathered all the clothes and supplies from the dressing rooms and carried it back to the bus. Tyler and Josh immediately collapsed onto the couch, but you grabbed your laptop and started to import photos. The more work you did now, the less behind you would end up feeling later.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” Josh said.

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you bring your laptop over here? We can look through the photos together.”

“Ok.”

You picked up all your things and waddled over to the couch, taking a place between Tyler and Josh. They each scooted in and looked over your shoulder as you begin to cycle through your photos, marking your favorites.

“I like that one,” Tyler said, pointing to one where Josh was doing a backflip off the piano.

“Yeah, that’s a good one,” you said.

Tyler eventually grew too tired to keep looking through photos, so he called it a night and headed off to his bunk. Josh stayed on the couch with you, saying that he wanted to keep you company for as long as he could. You were determined to finish editing at least a small handful of photos before you called it a night.

“How far are you?” Josh asked.

He had given up on trying to sit up straight and was now laying down at the end of the couch, eyes closed as he tightly clutched a pillow to his chest.

“Just started editing,” you answered.

He groaned and adjusted himself slightly.

“You can go to bed if you want, Josh. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“No, I’m staying here,” he said.

“If you insist.” You reached out and gave his calf a light pat.

He started snoring about five minutes later. You looked over at him all curled up on the couch, unable to stop yourself from staring. He looked so peaceful in his baggy t-shirt and basketball shorts, mouth hanging partially open. His hair was pressed flat against his head from the hat he had worn for most of the concert. You wondered how someone could look so effortlessly beautiful.

He stirred slightly, causing you to whip your head back around to your laptop. The last thing you wanted was to be caught staring at him. Thankfully, he only adjusted slightly and immediately went back to snoring.

By the time that you got halfway through the photos, your own eyelids were so heavy that you were having troubles focusing. Josh was still passed out on the couch next to you, and everyone else had long since gone to bed. You figured that was enough for the night and the rest of the photos could wait until the morning.

“Hey, Josh,” you said, nudging his leg.

“Huh?”

“It’s time to actually go to bed.”

“Did you finish the photos?”

“I finished all the ones that I wanted to get done, yeah.”

“Ok, let’s go.”

Josh slowly got up off the couch and walked to his bunk. You followed and got into your own, pulling the blanket up around you. All the pictures around you were a bit unsettling, but you were quickly getting used to them.

“Hey, Y/N,” Josh said from below you.

“What?” you whispered.

“Nice job today.”

A hand appeared just inside your bunk curtain. You gave him a quick fist bump.

“You too.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night.”

You closed your eyes and relived the concert as you began to fall asleep. That slowly turned into admiring how Josh had looked on stage. Then it became how cute he had looked as he was sleeping on the couch.

Your eyes shot open as the realization hit you. There was no denying it anymore, not after all the thoughts that had made their way through your mind that night. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you had feelings for Josh. Strong feelings.

Now you just had to figure out what the hell you were going to do about it.

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[megalodun]

Whiny Baby

Josh Dun x Reader

I’m hella bored so here’s a random Jish fic. Written on mobile, please forgive any spelling/alignment errors. I’m also too lazy to proofread, haha.

Warning/s: None

Summary: Tyler, Jenna and some of the crew members are becoming to get fed up by Josh’s whining about you not being with them on tour.

-

“We are twenty øne piløts, and so are you!” The two men bow on stage, signifying the end of the show. The audience fills with cries and cheers, as Tyler and Josh exit the stage.

“That was a great show!” Tyler exclaims, grabbing the towel Jenna gives to wipe off his sweat.

“You two did great tonight, as always,” Jenna says, earning a wide grin from Tyler. Josh groans, and the husband-wife duo look at him in confusion.

“Y/N would have loved the show too,” he whines. Tyler rolls his eyes.

“You’ve been saying that every day and every night Josh.”

“But it’s true! Y/N loves our shows!” Josh retorts.

Jenna smacks Josh on the head. “We know Josh, but what Tyler means is that you’ve been constantky whining about Y/N every day for the past month.”

“You can’t blame me for missing the love of my life,” he says back.

“Josh, you aways bring her up in any conversation. Last week you were going on about how much Y/N loves extra guacamole while we were at Taco Bell,” Tyler points out.

“And last night you kept on saying how much Y/N would support your decision to watch The X-Files all night,” Jenna adds.

Josh groans again, walking away from the two. “If Y/N were here, this wouldn’t be happening,” he whines, yet again.

Tyler and Jenna sigh. This was getting out of hand. Josh couldn’t stop blabbering on and on about how great you were and how much he missed you, that even the crew was getting sick of it. It’s all he ever talked about.

“We HAVE to fix this,” Jenna suggests. Tyler nods his head furiously in agreement. “I’ll give Y/N a call later,” she adds.

“Hope that goes well. I REALLY hope it does.”

-

“What do you mean you can’t?! You HAVE to!” Jenna pleads on the phone.

“Jenna, you know I can’t. I have work and–” you try to reason, but Jenna interrupts.

“Y/N, if you’re not here by tomorrow, I swear I’m going to stitch Josh’s mouth up.”

“What? Why?”

“He’s been whining about you 24/7 ever since the tour started! You’ll never believe it! At first it was cute, but it’s just annoying now! It’s all he ever talks about!” Jenna exclaims.

You try to supress a giggle, failing to do so.

“It’s not funny, Y/N. I’m calling your boss, so book a ticket NOW.”

“W-What?! Jenna you can’t be ser—”

Jenna hangs up, immediately dialing the office where you work, leaving you hanging.

-

You stare at your phone in disbelief. Jenna was practically begging you to fly over to where they were immediately. You lay in your bed, still pondering what to do.

Half an hour later, your phone beeps – it’s a text from your manager.

- Good evening, Y/N. We have received a request for you to take a month off due to emergency reasons. The request has been granted, however you are not to be paid during the entire month.

Without even thinking twice, you get up and pack, and book the first flight tomorrow morning.

-

Jenna and Tyler are impatiently waiting at the airport. The plane you were in was supposed to land 9 am. It was already 8:55. They managed to dodge several questions by Josh, excusing themselves to get something to eat, leaving the other crew members to suffer from Josh’s whining.

“Tyler! Jenna!” you shout. The two search where the voice came from, and wave their hands when they saw you.

“Y/N! I missed you!” Jenna squeezes you in a hug, and you did back. Tyler fistbumps you, and takes your things.

“Finally! I can’t wait to see Josh’s face when he sees you!” Jenna exclaims in relief. Tyler nods in agreement.

“Haven’t you told him I was coming?” you ask.

“Nah, we wanted to surprise him,” Tyler answers. “He’s been talking nonstop about you, it’s driving the crew insane.”

“I’ve heard,” you giggle. “So where’s the dork?”

-

“I tell you man, Y/N makes the most amazing pancakes, ever!” Josh shares in delight. Multiple groans can be heard in the room. Others have opted to even wear earphones to avoid Josh’s blabbers.

“We’re back!” Jenna exclaims as she enters the area where they were gathered.

“That took quite long, where did you go?” Josh asks.

“Nowhere,” Tyler replies. “Also Josh, can you turn around for a sec?”

“Okay?” he says confusingly as he obliges. “What for?”

Jenna immediately grabs you from the outside, pushing you in. You hurriedly cover Josh’s eyes with your hands. Seeing you, the crew members raise their arms in delight – and relief.

“Tyler? Is that you? … Couldn’t be, these hands feel way to smooth,” he says as he feels your hands. You supress a giggle.

Josh gets tired of guessing, and turns around.

“Surprise!” you exclaim.

Josh’s eyes widen in shock.

“Y/N! YOU’RE HERE!!!!” He lifts you up and hugs you as tight as he could, planting kisses all over you face, all the while grinning like an idiot.

“I’ve heard you’ve been a whiny baby recently,” you giggle. He rolls his eyes.

“They’re exaggerating,” he retorts, still having you wrapped in his arms.

Everyone in the room rolld their eyes, relieved to have Josh finally shut up from whining about you.

[ohprettyweeper-moved]

Banana Kitten

Summary: Tyler comes home to a not-so-welcome houseguest.  Pairing: Tyler x Reader Word Count: 395 Warnings: None. A/N: many of you saw my post about the kitten i adopted last weekend, but at any rate, it inspired this silly little drabble. enjoy :) 

Tyler had been in meetings with the label all day, working out the details of the next album release. He was tired but excited, and couldn’t wait to get home and fill Y/N in on the newest developments. 

He opened the door and called out a greeting to her; she answered from the kitchen that she was making dinner. 

“Watch where you walk, by the way!”

Watch where he walked? The floors didn’t look wet, and he didn’t see any messes, but Tyler still heeded her warning. Good thing, too, because he might have squished the brown and orange kitten that skittered out to the front room to meet him. 

Tyler’s eyes went wide. He bent down with his hoodies sleeves over his hands and scooped the tiny creature up. It settled immediately in the crook of his arm and started to purr, but Tyler wasn’t any more excited about its presence in his house. 

“Y/N! What is this?”

He could see her wince before she even turned around. “That’s Banana.”

Tyler raised his brow and handed the kitten over to her. “Banana? I don’t like cats, but you brought one home, and then you named it after a food I don’t like? Are you mad at me?”

Y/N laughed and cuddled Banana close to her face. “It’s not always about you, silly. I’m not mad at you at all. Someone shared her add from the shelter today, and I couldn’t help myself. Her little eyes were just calling out to me. She’s so lovey, and she doesn’t seem like a snooty little cat, so far.”

“So far,” Tyler sighed, reaching out for the kitten again. He held it up to his face; Banana pushed her head forward to bump her little nose against his before licking the tip of his nose a couple of times. Tyler sighed and tucked the kitten into the crook of his arm. The purring started again. “I’m not promising she can stay, babe.”

Y/N nodded, batting her eyelashes at him for some extra persuasion. “A trial basis, I get it.”

Thirty minutes later when Y/N went to tell Tyler that supper was ready, he was asleep on the couch with Banana snoozing away on his chest. If this was any indication, she didn’t think the kitten would be on a trial stay for long. 

[beanfic]

Forgiveness

Pairing: Josh x reader

Warnings: Angst & Injury/Car accident

Word count: 1643

Authors Note: This was an anon request! I hope you enjoy!!

Request: I love your account! Could you do angsty Josh x Reader where she finds him cheating on her and storms out, before getting a car accident and losing memory of what happened? So she doesn't remember that he cheated on her and he still feels bad and is really trying to make it up to her. Some fluff at the end would be nice 😁 you're amazing!!!

“You can head home early!” your boss tells you as you were busy putting numbers into an excel spreadsheet.

“Really? Okay!” You shot a smile at your boss who closed your office door and walked away. You usually worked until 4 pm every night, but it was only noon. There had been severing issues, and since the company you work for relies heavily on the internet, there wasn’t much for you to actually do.

You knew that your boyfriend, Josh, was probably at home practicing drums or something like that so you decided to stop at his favorite donut shop to surprise him with some. You and he have been dating for the past two years, and you were waiting anxiously for the day that he pops the big question.

You packed up and finished in your office and headed out. It only took you twenty minutes to get a box of a dozen donuts, and then you were on your way to your apartment that you and Josh had moved into a few months ago.

You were listening to Death Cab for Cutie on the way, mostly because it reminded you of Josh and you were so excited to see the look on his face when he saw you show up early with donuts. You parked in the driveway and saw Josh’s car which was a good sign because that meant he was home.

You carried the box in your arms and you opened the door expecting to see Josh sitting on his drum kit in the living room but he wasn’t there. You headed to your kitchen thinking he might be there but there was still no sign of him. You wanted to be quiet so you could still surprise him so you sneaked up the stairs towards the bedroom you guys share.

You heard the shower running so you slowly made your way towards the closed bathroom door. You were eager to see his reaction, but then something on the floor had caught your eyes. Clothes. Girl’s clothes which were not yours. Your eyes darted up to the door and you pressed your ear against the door to see what you could hear over the running water.

Moaning. Grunting. Your heart dropped as you realized what was happening. Josh was in the bathroom with another girl. Josh was cheating on you. The box of donuts slipped out of your hand and crumbled to the floor. You threw open the door and Josh looked at with wide eyes as he tried to cover his naked body. You looked at the women he was with but you didn’t recognize her. She didn’t have any clothes on, and her brown hair was wet from the shower.

“Y/N!” Josh yelled as you stared in disbelief. Your eyes became blurry as Josh stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself with a towel and took a step towards you. You backed up and shook your head.

“How could you?” your voice quivered. You turned around stepping on the box of donuts and headed down the stairs. You wanted to get out of their as fast as you could. You could hear Josh running behind you and calling your name but you ignored him.

You grabbed your car keys and practically threw yourself in your car and started to back out. Your vision became blurry and you tried to blink away from your tears but it was too hard. The vision of them together, naked, in the shower kept on replaying itself in your head, and you wanted to scream.

You sped out of the driveway leaving Josh, who was only wearing a towel, yelling your name. You sped down the road, ignoring all traffic laws, just wanting to get away from him as fast as you could. The tears were coming faster and harder, and before you knew it you were sobbing.

The next sixty seconds happened in a flash. The light was red but you didn’t stop. The tears had clouded your vision and you sped through the intersection going about fifty miles per hour and you t boned another car. There were sounds of a car horn and metal crashing and glass breaking. The next thing you knew, you were waking up in an emergency room.

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“Y/N?” A voice whispered into your ear and you slowly tried to blink your eyes open. You didn’t realize where you were at first, and it was hard for you to move your body. You looked down at your leg which was in a cast, and your arm was wrapped in a bandage. You looked up to see a red eyed Josh staring down at you.

“What happened?” you croaked. It was difficult to talk, and you felt like you weighed a million pounds. You watched Josh bite his lower lip and grab your hand.

“You were in a car accident, it was bad. You ran a red light.”

“What?” you asked in disbelief.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Josh started to cry and he wrapped his arms around your body softly to make sure he wasn’t going to hurt you.

“For what?”

“Do you not remember?” He looked up at you but you shook your head as you tried to remember what he was talking about.

“I fucked up, badly.”

“Josh? What do you mean?” You tried to sit up in your hospital bed but a sharp pain shot through your back.

“Do you need a nurse? Does it hurt?” Josh asked but you shook your head.

“Just tell me what happened.”

“It’s, I promise it didn’t mean anything, I love you Y/N, I always have and I always will and I am so sorry.”

“Joshua.”

“I hooked up with my ex, and you walked in on us,” he whispered as he avoided eye contact. You tried to remember it, but you couldn’t, but even hearing about it made your heart hurt.

“Why did you do it?”

“I don’t know, she texted me that she was in town and she wanted to catch up so I had her come over and then things just spiraled from there. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I regret it all, and I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

“I, I don’t know what to say.” You gnawed on the inside of your cheek as you tried to recall the memory of what happened. You love Josh, so much, and you don’t want to lose him either. But do you forgive him for something you don’t even remember him doing?

“How are you feeling” A deep voice spoke from the door. Your nurse walked in and started to check your vitals. “It’s been a rough couple of days for you!”

“Couple of days?” You looked up at him with confusion.

“You’ve been in a coma, do you remember the accident at all?”

You shook your head, “Not at all.”

“That’s what they were expecting, but we will have you see a neurologist and have another fMRI to double check it’s just amnesia and not something worse. How is your leg feeling?”

“It’s just a dull pain, what happened to my arm?” you asked.

“The glass from the windshield and the force of the airbag had created a pretty large gash so there are about fifty stitches in your arm. Besides for your leg and arm though you came out pretty okay. You’re just bruised and cut up.”

“I can’t believe I ran a red light, is the other person okay?”

“They’re fine, they were in a truck so they took more of the impact in the back. Do you remember why you ran the red light?” the nurse asked you.

“I don’t, not really. I must have been really out of it.”

“Usually this happens when either someone is drunk, or too emotional to be driving. Just be glad that no one got seriously injured, and just try to focus on the future and not the past. You can’t change it. I’ll come in and check in on you in a little bit.”

You looked over at Josh who has tears falling from his eyes. You really did not know what to do, but at the same time, you felt like the right thing was to go home with him.

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A few days passed of you being monitored in the hospital before they finally released you to go back home. Your memory still hasn’t come back, but every single day Josh would bring you your favorite coffee and your favorite donut. He was so sweet and helpful as you were healing.

“Y/N, can we talk?” Josh asked as he sat down next to you on the couch.

“Yeah, sure.” You tried to get into a more comfortable position while still giving Josh enough room.

“I don’t want you to think that I am taking advantage of you because you don’t remember catching me, but I truly am so sorry, and I regret it. I can’t lose you, but I also don’t know if being together is the best thing. I feel wrong.”

“Josh,” you whispered. “Even if I did remember it, I probably would have ended up forgiving you anyways. This accident has shown me how much you truly care about me, and I don’t think I could lose you.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Joshua. Just please don’t cheat on me again,” you smiled up at Josh.

“I would never, I don’t ever want to hurt you again.”

“Thank you.” You leaned your head on Josh’s shoulder and started to rub his hands through your hair.

“No, thank you, Y/N. Thank you for forgiving me when I don’t deserve it. Thank you for being the worlds most amazing woman.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“It’s the truth, Y/N.”

[who-tf-stole-my-car-radio]

Imagine:

“Hey josh , (y/n) just called me she’ll be here in a few minutes she’s running late” Tyler says as he walks into the living room. Josh smiles at the thought of you, and Tyler notices.

“Josh..are you...blushing?” He questions, a sly smile curving his lips.

“What? No what are you talking about?” Josh replies trying to brush it off, but he indeed was blushing and the pink shade of his cheeks was difficult to hide on his alabaster skin.

“You like her!” Tyler exclaims pointing at josh accusingly before breaking out into a giggle.

“I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! HA me and Jenna had a bet , I win. She owes me 20 bucks” he continues pulling out his phone , presumably to text Jenna.

As much as josh didn’t want to believe it he did like you, more than a friend, more than a co-worker , he didn’t know when his feelings for you began but he never wanted them to end.

[adversaryproject-blog]

Love Song Drabbles: I Found

Love Song Series

There is a playlist on Spotify called ‘You and Me’. I have decided to start a loosely affiliated drabble series based on these songs - one for each song. This drabble is part of that series. 

Welcome to ‘Love Songs’.

I Found

Word Count: 1344

Summary: Tyler is expecting you to show up at a major hometown show, but you are missing. Hurt and confused he gets some news he wasn’t ready to handle and finds some feelings he didn’t know he had. TylerxReader

Notes: This drabble is based on the song ‘I Found’ by Amber Run.

Warnings: Mentions of past injuries and hospitals.

Dedication: @ohprettyweeper

“The tickets will be waiting for you at the box office,” you could hear Tyler’s smile through the phone, “so make sure you bring an ID to pick them up.”

“Of course,” you tried to sound excited through the pain.

“And I assumed you would be bringing Marie, so there are two tickets,” his voice changed from excited to concerned.

“Thanks,” you count out the painkillers in your head before picking them up from the counter.

“Are you alright?” his voice was small, “you seem distant.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you wince, you weren’t doing as good a job as you thought, “I just have a headache is all.”

“Another one?” his voice was serious now, “you had one just the other day too.”

“It’s just stress from work, is all,” you pop the pills into your mouth, “promise.”

“As long as you are taking care of yourself,” he seemed to relax.

“I am,” you quickly swallowed a glass of water.

“I’m so excited to see you,” Tyler said softly, “it’s been too long.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. It had been almost a year since the last time the two of you had spoken face to face - too long. While you had been close since about your sophomore year of high school, this growing thing between the two of you had never really been addressed. You didn’t keep in touch with other friends from fifteen years ago like you did him, and there was something that wasn’t there before. It sat between the words you did manage to say, like a weight on a scale, tipping your feelings in his direction.

“I’m going to let you go, so you can get some rest, okay?” he yawned.

“Okay,” you resisted the urge to yawn as well.

“Good night, Y/N,” he paused for a moment. “Sleep well, Lollipop.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, he hadn’t used that name for you since before the band had gotten big. It had been years.

“You too, Maverick,” you returned the gesture, hoping it sent some of your feelings silently over the phone.

“See ya.”

“Yeah, see ya,” you hear the silence settle on the other end before lowering your phone from your ear.

You would talk to him tomorrow after the show. You had to. About everything.

Tyler threw his arms in the air, the roar from the crowd washed over the stage like a breaking wave.

Another glance over his shoulder, towards the side of the stage - the tech shook his head.

Feeling his heart drop a little lower, his fingers found the keys for the next song and he shook his head, a little harder than normal to adjust his thoughts. He needed to be here, to be in the now - these people had come for a show and he would give them one. They were important and should be his priority. But the empty stage left, and the unclaimed backstage passes slowly ate away at him as the night wore on.

“This next song is for my main man, Josh,” he pushed through, he always did.

“What’s going on, man?” Josh wiped down his face with the white towel. “You’ve been off tonight.”

“I’m sorry,” Tyler’s fingers massaged his forehead. “She didn’t show up.”

“Y/N?” Josh frowned as his shoulders fell, “so, Marie didn’t either?”

“No,” Tyler’s voice was quiet.

“You should call them,” Josh put the towel down and stretched his sides, “something might have happened to them.”

“Yeah,” Tyler dug through his dressing room bag, “I just hope they’re alright.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing serious-” Josh was cut short by the look on his bandmates face, “what is it?”

“I have sixteen missed calls from Marie,”  he rubbed the back of his head as he pulled up the voicemails, “I think I might need to go.”

“Yeah man,” Josh watched Tyler pace as he listened to the panicked sound in Marie’s voice over the phone.

Tyler’s eyes were wide as he jumped between messages. “She’s at Wexner,” he cut off Marie’s last message, “let’s go.”

He paused in the doorway of the small hospital room. It was dark except for the small fluorescent light near the bed. Marie turned in her chair to look at them, there were tears in her eyes. She bit her bottom lip before turning back around.

Tyler slowly crossed the room. Stopping at the end of the bed.

And I’ll use you as a warning sign. That if you talk enough sense, then you’ll lose your mind.

“She looks so small,” his voice was barely audible. The number of things hooked up to your body was overwhelming. “What happened?”

“They think she blacked out,” Marie’s hands were in her lap, she was wringing them together, “she ran a light and hit a tree.”

And I’ll use you as a focal point. So I don’t lose sight of what I want.

“Blacked out?” Josh stood behind Marie, resting a hand on her shoulder gently, “is that something she does?”

“It’s happened a few times before,” Marie glanced up at him. Tears ran fresh down her face, “I should have taken an hour off work,” she began to gasp for air, fighting back sobs, “I should have driven her. She had been having headaches, I knew it wasn’t good for her to be driving alone.”

“Hey, hey,” Josh came around the chair, “this isn’t your fault.” He took her hands in his.

Marie was trying to regain composure.

And I've moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would

Tyler’s hands slowly found their way towards yours, “she had a headache last night.”

“Did she?” Marie wiped her cheeks, “you should tell the nurse when she comes back. She didn’t mention it to me, so I wasn’t sure when her last one was.”

“Why was she getting headaches?” Tyler’s fingers wrapped around yours, “what are they from?”

“She was in a really bad car accident almost a year ago,” Marie’s hands squeezed Josh’s, “the Doctor’s aren’t sure why she keeps having them, or why she’s blacking out. She’s been getting tests done.”

“Why didn’t she say anything to me?” Tyler’s eyes began to fill with tears. He continued to stare at your face, all bruised and cut up from the collision.

And I'll use you as a makeshift gauge Of how much to give and how much to take

“You were touring,” Marie sighed, “she didn’t want to burden you. It seems silly now, but she was so determined not to be a bother. Not to dissuade you from what you were doing.”

Tyler clenched his jaw, “yeah that sounds like her.”

Marie stood up, “I’m going to go get some coffee. Give you some time with her.”

“I’ll go with you,” Josh trailed after her. “That is,” he paused and glanced at Tyler, “if you’ll be okay.”

He only nodded.

I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

“You’re an idiot,” he mumbled to the room, “you should have told me.”

He leaned forward and rested his forehead against the back of your hand.

“If you don’t wake up from this,” his voice caught in his throat, “I’ll never forgive you, you know.”

He felt some pressure as your hand gently squeezed his. He looked up. Your eyes were still closed but he could tell you were listening.

“I sang a song for you tonight,” he ran his finger tips over your knuckles, “it’s an old one, I’m sure you’ll remember it.”

He inhaled and began to sing, his voice quivering, “The only difference between life and dying, is one is trying, that's all we're called to do. So try to love me and I'll try to save you. Won't you stay alive? I'll take you on a ride, I will make you believe you are lovely.”

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me Talk some sense to me

[dreamsofpilots]

Is there meaning?

Josh Dun x Reader 

AN: Surprise! I wasn’t planning on writing this, but this is a quick drabble, where the reader is questioning the meaning of things. Josh sort-of explains. 

Warnings: None. 

“Hey Josh?” My voice sounded loud in the stillness of our surroundings.

“Hmm?” he replied beside me, eyes still fixed on the night sky. 

I glanced over at his profile, the moonlight highlighting his sharp features, before returning my gaze to the stars. “Do you think, there’s a meaning to all of this?” 

He shifted, the grass rustling beneath him, “What do you mean?”

I gestured vaguely around me, my arms flapping about in the darkness. “This. Us. Life. All of it really. Do you think we were put here for a reason, or are we just some sort of fluke? The right elements coming together at the right time?” 

“Why are you asking about this?”

I didn’t reply right away, collecting my thoughts. Josh was patiently silent beside me. He grasped my hand gently in his and rubbed his thumb along the back of it, which was…distracting. 

“I don’t know it’s just- like- look at the sky. It’s so big and there are so many worlds out there, maybe even other living things. We’re so small, and yet, we worry about all these things that seem huge at the time, but really it’s all so insignificant.” I sighed with frustration. 

He brought my hand up to his lips, placing a kiss firmly to my palm. “You think this is insignificant?” He asked, a slight rise to his voice. He was playing with me.

I turned my head to look at him, the grass tickling my ear. “No, of course not. But like, taxes, and jobs, fitting into society’s rules, and whatever else we put on our shoulders that stresses us out.”

He kissed my fingers, “Does there have to be meaning in everything?”

“Can you not do that?” I asked, heat rushing to my cheeks.

He ignored me. “Can’t we just enjoy what we have in the moment? Sure, we stress about finding the right job or whatever, but once you find something you like doing, shouldn’t you just enjoy it?” 

“Well that’s easy for you to say,” I quipped, “you’ve already found your purpose.” 

Josh brought our hands back to rest on the grass between us, his other arm bent to prop up his head. “I wouldn’t say that.” 

I rolled to my side, losing interest in looking at the stars when he was right beside me. “What do you mean? Drumming is your passion.” 

He laughed gently, squeezing my hand. “My passion yes, but maybe not my purpose.” He rolled on his side then, his eyes looking deep into mine. “Maybe my purpose is to marry you, raise a family together. Maybe our children will be the ones to make a difference in the world.” He used his free hand to brush a strand of hair off of my cheek. My skin burned where he touched. “Or maybe there’s no reason for anything, and we just live our life, falling into things we enjoy. I don’t think it has to be one way or the other, honestly.”

I scooted closer to him, resting my forehead against his, our noses squishing together. He chuckled at the action. “But this feels like it was meant to happen. Or that I’m just incredibly lucky,” I whisper. 

“I’m the lucky one.” He corrected, before giving my lips a quick peck. “So then, believe that. Let that meaning that you feel bring you joy. I don’t think it has to be more complicated than that.”

“Do you think we were meant to be together?” I asked him, my voice wavering slightly. 

“All I know is that I met you, I fell in love with you, and now I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you. Whether it was fate or a fluke, it doesn’t matter. I’m happy, here, now, with my fiancée. I don’t need to know any more than that.” 

We fell into a comfortable silence, a small smile tugging at my lips. I suppose he was right. Perhaps I was thinking too hard about it, and I should just enjoy this moment with him. 

We both returned to watching the night sky, our legs entangled and my head resting against his chest. The rise and fall from his breathing soothed me, and I felt myself relax. My mind quieted, and I felt myself begin to drift off. 

Josh’s chest rumbled beneath me as he spoke, breaking the silence. “It would be pretty sick if aliens existed though.” 

[vvdbvvotv]

Josh Scribble 001

“Tour de Stress”

Josh Dun Imagine

Summary: Josh is getting nervous about his and Tyler’s upcoming tour, Tour de Columbus. The reader comforts Josh.

(A/N): Since TDC has finally arrived, I thought this would be a quick, appropriate thing to write. Also, this is more of a scribble because I literally wrote this within 30 minutes. Oops.

Pairing: Josh x Reader (boyfriend and girlfriend)

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Josh was a wreck the week before the last five shows that would bring a close to the Blurryface era The whole month of June he would be nervous and anxious at times, but the past few days inching closer to “Tour de Columbus” were worse than ever. You could even notice it in your good friend and Josh’s band mate Tyler.

But the days were ticking down quickly. Before you both knew it, it was the night before the first show of the tour. The venue would be at The Basement, where it all started.

Tyler was over at yours and Josh’s place, going over their schedule and set list for what seemed like hundredth time. Both of them were nervous wrecks.

“Wait, wait, so when you do that I’ll-” Josh began to ask Tyler uncertainly.

You shook your head at the two, wondering why they were getting all stressed about the next day. It was a small venue with the capacity of only 300. That was nothing compared to their abundance of 10,000 plus venues they sold out during the Emotional Roadshow. What were they so frightened of?

About an hour later, Tyler went back home, leaving you and Josh alone. You were about to question why Josh was so worried about tomorrow, but felt pity for him as soon as you saw the look on his face. He was sitting on your living room couch in the same position he was in when Tyler was still over. The expression on his face was blank and emotionless.

You sat down next to Josh, scooting closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his torso and leaned against him.

“You alright?” you asked softly.

Josh looked down at you and thought for a moment.

“I don’t really, know. Tyler and I are freaking out a lot. We don’t know how we’re going to put on much of a show in such a confined space. It’s almost like there’s not enough room for both of us and the crowd,” he sighed.

“Hold on a minute,” you let go of Josh and sat up straight, looking at him. What he was saying almost made you burst out laughing.

“You,” you said while pointing at Josh, “are scared that you can’t put on a show because it’s a small venue. And because there are ‘too many people in your band.’”

“Well I didn’t say that exactly but yeah. Why?” Josh asked.

You broke out in a fit of laughter as Josh watched you. He was completely clueless to what you were on about.

“Josh, when you and Tyler weren’t as big, you questioned how you would manage to put on a show with only two people for bigger crowds! And now you’re saying there’s not enough room for the two of you and you don’t know how to put on a show for less than a thousand people,” you giggled.

Josh was silent for a moment. An embarassed blush and smile creeped up on his face.

“Well…” he laughed and began, “I guess Tyler and I have been over thinking this by a landslide. And I thought I was the smart one here.”

You hit Josh’s shoulder playfully and stood up shaking your head again, heading to bed. Before you left the room you turned towards Josh again.

“You should sleep soon, you dummy. You’ve got an exciting but tiring week ahead of you,” you teased.

Josh smiled.

“I can’t wait until our fans see what we’ve got for them. This is going to be a special week.”

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(A/N):

No, I am not attending any shows at Tour de Columbus but I am still not mentally prepared for it. This writing probably broke you just because it’s based around the tour and mentions ERS (extra points if you’re reading this after TDC has happened, I’m very sorry). Well now I’m emotional about ERS again. But all I can say about Tour de Columbus is what’s next?