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Heads up regarding news coverage of Liam Payne's death

The TMZ article that comes up shows pictures of his dead body. They do not show his face, but they do show his arms, torso, and tattoos which I find extraordinarily tasteless and disrespectful. So if you are looking for news stories to confirm that this isn't an internet hoax, avoid that one.

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HELLOOO BFF!!!🤗🤗 i hope you are doing well!!!

i was plotting in my spare time & thought of this concept (it’s based off of check yes juliet by we the kings)

where the reader has really strict parents, and they don’t want her dating anyone until she’s like 40. reader ends up meeting tyler and falling in love with him and they do their best to keep their relationship a secret. tyler sneaking through her window, y/n lying saying she’s in these different clubs for school when in reality she’s with tyler. bunch of sweet stuff. tyler invites y/n to a party she’s performing at so obviously, she sneaks out and goes. however… she gets caught. and you can end it anyway you want 🙏🙏

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Sneak Out - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: None really maybe some angst?

Word Count: 1940

A/N: Not a lot of dialogue in this one but it's cute nonetheless :) can't wait to see ur next request!!

I tapped my pencil against the edge of my notebook, barely paying attention to the lesson. The classroom felt warm and humid, and the clock seemed to move impossibly slow. Only fifteen more minutes until I could finally leave, and the thought of freedom was all that kept me from standing up and walking out. But tonight, freedom didn’t mean going home and collapsing on my bed like every other exhausted high schooler. No, tonight meant something different entirely—something I had to keep hidden from my parents.

Debate club was my excuse. My parents were strict, way stricter than any of my friends' parents. To them, dating was off-limits. They always said that I shouldn’t have time to think about boys until long after college and my life was in motion. “Focus on your studies,” they’d say. “Boys can wait.” And I did focus on my studies, for the most part. I was a good student, and I stayed out of trouble. But I was also a teenager. And keeping boys at arm’s length wasn’t so simple after I met Tyler.

I met Tyler at a small local concert downtown. I’d done it on a whim, needing to get out of the small bedroom I was confined to after school hours. So, I took to social media looking for something to do–anything to do. It was a weeknight, and I told my parents I was going to study late at the library. In reality, I was being pulled into a world I hadn’t even known existed—one with dimly lit stages, worn-out couches, and the intoxicating thrill of live music. I was nervous at first, surrounded by strangers who looked older and far cooler than I’d ever feel. But all of that faded the moment Tyler stepped onto the stage. His voice was something else. It wasn’t just the raw talent that got to me, but the way his words hit me—deep, like they’d been plucked from my own heart. He was a senior at our school—a basketball player I think—someone I’d never really spoken to before. 

That night, after his set, he walked up to me. He was casual, relaxed, his hair a little messy. I was flustered, barely able to make eye contact. 

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?” He flashed me a warm smile.

“I–uh… music?” I managed to get out before a flush of red flashed across my face. 

“Music huh?” he laughed, folding his arms across his chest. I nodded, unsure of what else to say. We walked over to the back of the room where there was a little more air before talking about the show and school. He was so easy to talk to. By the end of the night, I had his number saved in my phone and we planned to meet up again. My heart had been racing ever since.

Of course, my parents would’ve freaked out if they knew I’d even been at the gig. So, keeping Tyler a secret? That was an absolute necessity.

The bell rang, finally jolting me out of my thoughts. I shoved my books into my bag and slipped out of class, already rehearsing my alibi for the night. I told my parents debate club had run late and that I’d be staying at school to work on a project. They didn’t question it too much. Debate was one of the clubs they actually approved of—academic, leadership-building, safe.

I glanced at my phone as I stepped into the parking lot, my heart doing a little flip when I saw Tyler’s name flash on the screen.

Tyler: Can’t wait to see you tonight. I’ll be at the usual spot

I smiled to myself and quickly texted back.

Me: Me too.

The “usual spot” had become our secret code for my bedroom window. Tyler would climb the tree outside my room and slip in through the window, the thrill of sneaking him in always making my heart pound in my chest. It was dangerous, exciting, and completely against everything I was supposed to be doing. But being with him—those stolen moments in the middle of the night—felt worth every risk.

Later that night, after dinner, I went through my usual routine of pretending to study in my room. I kept my door slightly ajar, just in case my parents decided to peek in. My heart raced as I heard the TV downstairs, my parents settling in for their usual evening routine. It was now or never.

I got up and quietly pushed my window open, the cool night air brushing against my skin. I could hear the faint sound of the crickets outside, the world peaceful and still. And then, like clockwork, I saw him.

Tyler’s silhouette appeared below my window, he moved with the confidence of someone who had done this a hundred times before. A minute later, he was standing in my room, his familiar scent of pine and cologne filling the air. He smiled at me, his eyes softening as he pulled me into his arms.

“Hey,” I whispered, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

“Hey, you,” he murmured, his voice low. He leaned down and kissed me, gently at first, his lips soft against mine. I melted into him, all the tension from the day slipping away in that moment. Being with him felt easy, natural, like this was exactly where I was meant to be.

We sat down on my bed, our legs tangled as we leaned against the pillows. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me close. “So, I’ve got something for you,” he said, pulling a small folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket.

I looked at him curiously as I unfolded the paper. It was an invitation—small, handwritten, and intimate. I scanned the words quickly: Private show. Saturday night. Tyler Joseph.

My eyes widened. “You’re performing?”

He nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, it’s a small gig. Just a few friends and local artists. I’ve been working on some new stuff, and I want you to be there. Front row.”

My heart swelled. I’d never seen Tyler perform a full set before, let alone by himself. He’d told me about his music, shared bits and pieces of his songwriting, but this? This was huge. But as soon as the excitement hit, reality came crashing down.

“Tyler, I don’t know if I can. My parents…”

He sighed, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my shoulder. “I know. But we’ve made this work so far, right? You’ve been sneaking out for weeks. This won’t be any different. We’ll be careful.”

I wanted to say yes. I wanted to be there for him, to support him. But the thought of getting caught made my stomach twist in knots. Still, looking into his eyes, seeing how much this meant to him, I couldn’t say no.

“Okay,” I whispered, nodding. “I’ll find a way.”

Saturday night rolled around, and I’d never felt so anxious. I told my parents I was going to a late-night study group to prepare for finals. They were strict, but they trusted me enough when it came to school. I left the house with a knot in my stomach, knowing this was the riskiest thing I’d ever done.

The venue was small and cozy, strung with fairy lights that cast a warm glow over the crowd. Tyler was already there, setting up his equipment on the tiny stage. When he saw me walk in, his face lit up, and that familiar flutter stirred in my chest.

“You made it,” he said, pulling me into a hug.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” I whispered back, feeling the excitement buzz in the air.

Tyler’s set was incredible. I stood in the front, my heart pounding with pride as I watched him pour his soul into every song. He was magnetic, his voice filling the room and pulling everyone in. It was surreal, seeing him up there, knowing that this was his dream, his passion. 

When he finished, the crowd erupted in applause, and Tyler jumped off the stage, wrapping me in his arms.

“That was amazing,” I breathed, still buzzing with excitement.

“You think so?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

“I know so.”

But before I could say more, I heard it. The unmistakable voice of my mother cutting through the crowd like a knife.

“Y/N?”

I froze, my heart plummeting to the floor. My blood turned to ice as I slowly turned around. There, standing at the entrance, were my parents. My mom’s face was a mix of shock and anger, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. My dad stood beside her, his jaw clenched, eyes dark.

Oh God. How did they even know I was here?

My mind scrambled for an explanation, but nothing came out. My mom’s voice cut through the silence again, this time sharper. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I—” My throat closed up. I glanced at Tyler, his hand tightening around mine, but I could see the panic in his eyes, too. We were caught.

“I can explain,” I started, my voice trembling. But my dad’s expression was cold, unreadable.

“We’re going home,” my mom said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

I felt my heart sink. I turned to Tyler, my eyes filling with tears. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s okay,” he whispered back, his voice soft but steady. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I’ll wait for you. We’ll figure this out.”

But as I followed my parents out of the venue, their disappointment hanging in the air like a storm cloud, I couldn’t shake the dread that settled deep in my chest. The consequences of tonight were just beginning. And I had no idea how we’d get through this.

The car ride home was silent. My mom’s eyes were glued to the road, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel. My dad sat stiffly in the passenger seat, staring out the window, his jaw clenched tight. The tension in the car was suffocating, and every second felt like it dragged on forever.

Finally, when we pulled into the driveway, my dad turned to me. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I could feel the weight of their disappointment pressing down on me, and the guilt was almost unbearable. I wanted to explain, to tell them about Tyler—how he wasn’t just some random boy, how he was different. But I knew they wouldn’t listen. Not now.

I trudged up to my room, feeling like the walls were closing in around me. The excitement from the night had vanished, replaced by a heavy, sinking feeling in my chest. I sat down on my bed, staring at the window where Tyler had slipped in so many nights before.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling as I typed out a message.

Me: I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I’ll figure something out. I promise.

I hit send, staring at the screen, waiting for his reply. A minute later, my phone buzzed.

Tyler: It’s okay. We’ll figure it out together. I’m not going anywhere.

I sighed, a small sliver of relief washing over me. Even in the mess of everything, Tyler was still there. Still waiting. And as I lay down, staring at the ceiling, I held onto that.

No matter what happened, we’d find a way. We had to.

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Daughter Part 3 - Torchbearer + Clancy + Nico!Daughter

Warnings: Anything Dema related

Word Count: 2367

A/N: Welcome to part 3! I can't wait to continue this story guys!! Using this for the bandito battle bc it's killing two birds with one stone (and it means the judges should reader parts 1 and 2 hehe)

PART 1 + PART 2

It had been three months since I’d returned to the towers—three long, tension-filled months. Three months since I’d spoken with the Torchbearer Three months since I’d reluctantly uttered the words I swore I never would to my father: “You were right.” Since then, communication from either Keons or Clancy had been scarce, leaving me in a haze of uncertainty. After each meeting, my father would return, coolly recounting the details as if they were simple business transactions, not matters of life and death.

“I’m glad you’ve come back, Y/N. It’s good to see you’ve regained your senses.” His voice was calm, measured, as always. He gestured dismissively to the maid who had set the table before us, a choreographed flick of his wrist sending her out of the room without a word. “We could use someone like you here. As a role model.”

I forced a smile, though my insides churned with dread. The weight of the room felt oppressive, thick with the air of expectations I hadn’t agreed to shoulder. “Thank you. I’m... grateful for the opportunity,” I replied, carefully modulating my voice. Beneath my practiced calm, fear was an undercurrent that threatened to drag me under. One wrong move, one misplaced word, and it could all be over. The rules in Dema were brutal, and mistakes here had a way of ending in blood.

“You know,” my father began, easing himself into a seat at the head of the long table, “that Clancy boy I’ve been dealing with? He’s starting to see the world as it truly is.” He paused for effect, tearing off a piece of bread and glancing at me sideways. “He talks about you. A lot.”

My heart stuttered. Clancy talks about me? What did that mean? Was he closer to organizing an escape? Was Keons still in play, ready to intervene if everything went sideways? Desperation clawed at my chest, but I couldn’t let it show.

“Really?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light, though my mind was racing with a dozen questions I couldn’t afford to ask. Instead, I turned my focus to the plate in front of me, stomach grumbling in protest. But I couldn’t eat. Not yet. Not until I had more information.

“Go on, my child. Eat,” my father said, chewing a piece of bread, his gaze sharp as he watched me. I took a small bite, more out of obligation than hunger, though the tension in my body remained. “You and Clancy—” He paused, as if testing the words in his mouth. “I believe you’d be good for each other. I want you to meet him tomorrow.”

I nodded, swallowing my food along with the knot in my throat. “I’d like that,” I said, though my mind was already spiraling. Tomorrow. What would it mean to see Clancy again? To stand in front of him under my father’s ever-watchful gaze?

As dinner wound down, the maid returned to clear the table. My father stood swiftly, signaling that the evening was over. He didn’t need to say anything—his movements were always enough. I scrambled to my feet, following him through the cold, labyrinthine hallways of the tower. The stone walls, stark and severe, were softened only by the red tapestries and oil paintings that lined the corridors, relics of Dema’s past and its so-called traditions. I had grown up surrounded by these symbols of control, but now, they only served to remind me how deeply rooted this place was in its own lies.

When we reached the door to my room, he stopped abruptly. His arms, always encased in the heavy, blood-red silk of his robes, reached out—hesitantly. A gesture I hadn’t seen in years: a hug. The embrace felt strange, foreign. The silk wrapped around me like a shroud, cold and constricting.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he muttered, releasing me before turning to walk away, his footsteps echoing down the empty hall.

“Goodnight, Dad,” I whispered, watching his retreating figure. As the door clicked shut behind me, I was left standing alone in the suffocating silence of the tower.

My mind drifted to the Torchbearer—the name whispered among the rebels, a symbol of resistance. I hadn’t heard from him since that night. My father’s reports confirmed what I feared: the rebels had been silent. Too silent. Which meant one of two things—they were either meticulously planning something big, or they were falling apart. Either way, the quiet was unnerving. But despite everything, I still thought about him. About the banditos, about the Torchbearer’s defiance, and the spark of hope that lingered whenever I remembered the sound of his voice. He was the one who knew my past, the one who had seen what I tried to bury, and yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that he’d abandoned me–that I was alone in this fight. 

It wasn’t until I saw Clancy that I realized how much he’d convinced my dad of his brainwashing. I’d been made to wear dark clothes, a black jacket and a black pair of jeans–something I rarely wore. 

“Clancy, this is my daughter, Y/N.” Dad placed a cold hand on my back, chills running through my body. I attempted a smile as I looked at Clancy, wearing similar dark clothes except they echoed our cement surroundings. 

“It is good to finally meet you Y/N, I’ve heard so much about you,” he nodded at me, arms carefully held behind his back. 

“I could say the same for you,” I said. My heart raced beneath the cool fabric of the black jacket as I met his eyes. He looked composed, but I noticed it–the flicker of recognition of hope that passed through his gaze. I’d missed him. Despite only ever having one conversation before, I’d missed him. Now, here I was, standing in front of him with my father’s watchful eye burning a hole into my back. My smile felt like a mask—one I had perfected over weeks of playing the obedient daughter.

“Clancy has been a great asset to us,” my father said, his voice carrying a hint of smugness. “He has requested you join him on his strategic meetings starting today. I trust you’ll help her acclimate.” My stomach twisted at the mention of Trench. I hadn’t expected to be escaping today. Clancy nodded, his lips pressing together as if fighting to hold back words that could get him killed. We both knew he hadn’t been brainwashed, not really. But my father, the rest of the bishops, and Dema’s regime believed otherwise. They thought they had broken us. 

Clancy nodded, his expression unreadable. ���Of course. I look forward to it.” My eyes flicked to Clancy’s hands—still clasped behind his back, but I saw the subtle, almost imperceptible motion of his thumb rubbing against the base of his other hand. A signal. A wave. Dad gave a slight bow of his head, satisfied, before dismissing himself and leaving the two of us alone for a moment. The heavy, oppressive silence of the tower seemed to close in on us as Clancy stepped closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear. “You look good Y/N,” he stood tall, arms folded across his chest as he looked me up and down. 

“You look starved,” I replied, my eyes taking in his skinny figure. 

“I look like an average citizen,” he justified, “regardless, I’ve been busy.” His tone was clipped, almost mechanical to keep up appearances. “Keons has everything set.” After weeks of playing this dangerous game, today was the day.

“Can we trust him?” I asked, referring to Keons. There had been rumors—rumors I didn’t want to believe, but Dema had ways of getting into people’s heads. Clancy’s eyes met mine, steel and fire behind them. “We have to.” 

Before I could respond Clancy grasped my hand leading me into one of the smaller towers–Keons’ tower. We moved quickly through the shadowed corridors, the weight of what was about to happen pressed down on my chest. This was it. No more waiting, no more pretending. The plan was already in motion. Clancy kept his eyes forward, his pace swift but careful. His hand brushed against mine briefly, just enough to remind me that he was there, that this was real, and I wasn’t alone in this. The tower seemed eerily quiet, the air thick with the tension of everything that was about to break. At last, we reached the lower level where the exit awaited. The rusted door creaked open with a low groan, and the chill of the night air rushed in, biting at my skin. For the first time in what felt like years, I could see the world beyond Dema, the empty wasteland stretching out before me, a vast and bleak freedom.

Clancy didn’t hesitate as he guided us toward the car parked just beyond the outer wall, hidden in the shadow of the tower. It wasn’t much—an old, beaten-up vehicle, its paint chipped and rust clinging to the edges—but it was enough to get us out of here. Enough to get us to the outskirts of Dema where the rest of the plan would unfold. Without a word, Clancy opened the door for me, his eyes sharp and focused. I slid into the passenger seat, my heart pounding in my chest. The reality of our escape washed over me like a wave. I had planned for this moment, rehearsed it in my head a thousand times, but nothing had prepared me for the intensity of actually doing it.

Clancy got into the driver’s seat and started the car. The engine sputtered to life with a rough growl, and the car lurched forward, tires kicking up dust as we sped toward the edge of the city. The oppressive towers of Dema loomed behind us, fading into the distance as he drove further into the wastelands. For a moment, I allowed myself to breathe, to believe that maybe, just maybe, we were going to make it out of here. We drove onto a road–probably more of a highway–and sped as fast as we could away from the city. But then, something reflected in the windshield, something yellow. 

“Shit, what is that?” Clancy muttered under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Suddenly, the car jerked violently as Clancy swerved, narrowly avoiding a roadblock that had been set up ahead. The tires screeched against the dirt, and the car fishtailed for a moment before Clancy regained control. My breath hitched as I glanced behind us–nothing. Clancy’s foot slammed down on the gas, but the old car was struggling to keep up. I felt the vehicle shake beneath me, its engine groaning as it pushed toward its limits.

“Hold on!” Clancy yelled, his eyes darting between the road ahead. 

“I don’t see anything Clancy!” My eyes frantically scanned the road as Clancy veered to the side. 

“Y/N, take the wheel!” he shouted, and before I could even think, he was crawling into the back seat, leaving me to steer the car as he yanked a bag out from under the seat. My hands trembled as I grabbed the wheel, trying to keep the car steady. 

“What the hell is going on with you?” I screamed, trying to focus on the road ahead of me. It had been a long long time since I’d driven a car. With a sharp crack, you heard it—a shot. The front tire exploded, sending the car careening out of control. I screamed as the vehicle spun out, skidding off the road and crashing into the dirt. Everything went silent for a moment. The world was a blur of dust and darkness. I blinked, trying to steady myself, to make sense of what had just happened. The car had come to a stop, smoke rising from the hood.

Clancy was already moving, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the wreckage. “We have to go!” he shouted, his voice hoarse with urgency. The two of us stumbled out of the car, my legs weak and shaking. 

“What the fuck was that Clancy? What the hell!” I shouted, throwing his hand off me. The night air was filled with the acrid smell of smoke and burning rubber. In the distance, the towers of Dema loomed like a dark promise.

And then it happened—just like in a dream.

The car erupted into flames.

The heat washed over me, the fire climbing higher into the night sky, casting an orange glow over the wasteland. Clancy didn’t flinch, his focus unbroken as he moved toward the back of the car, his hands already working on the trunk.

“What are you doing?” I asked, frustrated that he wasn’t explaining anything to me. My voice was barely audible over the roar of the flames.

“We need the supplies,” he said, his voice calm but intense. “If we don’t have them, we’re dead before we even make it to Trench.” Clancy was right. Without the supplies, the escape wouldn’t matter. We had come too far to turn back now. He pried open the trunk, grabbing the bags of gear he had stashed there—the food, the water, everything we needed to survive the journey ahead. The heat from the burning car was unbearable, but I helped him, my hands moving on autopilot as I stuffed the supplies into my pack. With one final glance at the burning wreckage, Clancy grabbed a camo green jacket, the shoulders covered in yellow tape. He hoisted a duffle bag over his shoulder and grabbed my hand. “We need to move. Now.”

“You’re not going to explain anything to me?” I asked, planting my feet on the road below us. 

“I said now, Y/N. I don’t have–We don’t have time.” He spoke firmly, looking around us like a vulture. That was the moment I decided to trust him. That I would rather trust Clancy than become a glorious gone. The two of us ran, the sound of the fire crackling behind us as we disappeared into the darkness of the wasteland. The glow of Dema’s towers faded into the distance, swallowed by the night.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, we were free.

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hii!! i have a fanfic req for uuu

reader is a bandito who is not very fond of Clancy; she always points out the holes in his plans purely out of spite. The two of them bicker a lot; she hates when he comes around and tends to mock him; he does the same back. One day in particular, however, the reader goes too far in their argument, and Clancy tells her to meet in his tent and that they’ll sort it out later. When the reader goes to meet him later that night, they argue back and forth for a bit…you’ll never guess how they sort things out. (smut!!!)

i hope you like it!! feel free to change things up if you’d like to 🫶

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Button Pushing - Clancy x Reader - Smut

Warnings: kind of softer less graphic smut bc i just wrote something crazy lol

Word Count: 3938

A/N: 😏

The campfire crackled and popped, its warmth a small comfort against the chill of the night air. Shadows danced across the rugged landscape of Trench, the flickering light casting eerie shapes on the tents and barrels scattered around the clearing. The aroma of smoke mixed with the scent of leather and gunpowder, filling my lungs with a familiar sense of danger and excitement. My fellow outlaws lounged around the fire, trading stories and laughter, but I remained on the outskirts, nursing a bottle of whiskey and brooding.

And there was Clancy, strutting around like he owned the place, all swagger and charm. I could barely stand to watch him. He was the so-called mastermind of our little bandit crew, and it irked me to no end. I hated how he thought he was so clever, always playing the part of the fearless leader, with his dark hair falling into his eyes and that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. But what I hated most was how he seemed to thrive on my criticisms.

“Seriously, Clancy?” I called out, forcing my voice over the crackling flames. I leaned against a weathered barrel, arms crossed defiantly over my chest. “That’s the best you could come up with? You’re asking us to charge into a well-armed city with nothing but your brilliant ideas?”

He turned to me, that smug grin spreading wider. “Oh, come on! Don’t be such a buzzkill. My plan is flawless—if you’d just stop nitpicking every single detail, maybe we could actually get something done.”

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a snicker. “Flawless? You mean like the time you thought it’d be smart to leave camp for a night and we nearly got caught by vultures?”

“That was a minor setback!” he shot back, his voice rising slightly as the tension between us escalated. “You act like I’m the only one who ever makes mistakes!”

“Your mistakes get people killed!” I spat, feeling my anger flare. “You think you’re some kind of genius, but all you are is a lucky fool.”

A hush fell over the group, and I could feel the eyes of the others on us, waiting for Clancy’s response. I could see the frustration boiling beneath his calm facade, and it almost made me feel a twinge of guilt. Almost.

“Fine,” he said, his tone suddenly icy. “Why don’t we settle this later? Meet me in my tent when the moon is high. We’ll sort it out then.”

I narrowed my eyes, crossing my arms tighter. “What makes you think I’d want to have a conversation with you?”

“Because you’re the one who’s too stubborn to back down.” His smirk returned, a glimmer of challenge in his eyes. “Unless you’re scared?”

I scoffed, flipping my hair back defiantly. “Scared? Please. I’ll be there.”

As the night wore on, the embers of the fire faded into darkness, and I felt a flutter of anticipation mixed with irritation in my stomach. What was the point of meeting him? This was just another chance to bicker, to prove my superiority in the face of his foolishness. And yet, part of me couldn’t shake the thrill of confrontation.

When the moon finally hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light across the camp, I made my way to Clancy’s tent. The fabric fluttered softly in the evening breeze, and I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing. I took a deep breath and pushed through the flap, stepping into the dimly lit space.

Clancy stood with his back to me, his silhouette outlined by the lantern light. For a brief moment, I was struck by the way the shadows danced across his broad shoulders. “You came,” he said, turning to face me, his voice low and steady.

“Of course I did. I’m not the one who needs to explain himself,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the sudden tension in the air.

“Then let’s talk.” He stepped closer, his expression serious, but I could still see the mischief lurking in his eyes. “You think you’re so clever, pointing out my flaws, but maybe you’re just avoiding your own.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but the words caught in my throat as he closed the distance between us, invading my personal space. The heat radiating from him was palpable, and for a moment, the bickering seemed to fade into the background.

“Admit it,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You enjoy this. You enjoy pushing my buttons.”

“Maybe I do,” I shot back defiantly, even as my heart raced. “But it’s not my fault you make it so easy.”

His lips curled into a wicked grin. “Is that so? Then why don’t we push each other’s buttons a little harder?”

Before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer, and my breath hitched. There was a sudden spark of electricity between us, a tension that simmered just beneath the surface of our constant bickering.

“Clancy, wait—” I began, but the words were lost as he crashed his lips against mine, his kiss fierce and demanding. My mind went blank, and I melted against him, the fight slipping away as desire took over.

He pulled back slightly, his breath warm against my cheek. “See? Not so bad, is it?”

I laughed breathlessly, both annoyed and exhilarated. “This isn’t fair! You can’t just kiss me to win an argument!”

“Maybe not, but I think it’s working,” he said, smirking again, that infuriatingly charming smile playing on his lips. “Let’s sort out the rest of this tension, shall we?”

My heart raced as I leaned back into him, the previous anger replaced by something much more intense. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, ready to explore this new dynamic between us.

“Fine,” I murmured against his lips, my breath hitching again as his hands roamed my waist. “But don’t think this means I’m going to stop calling you out on your stupid plans.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispered, crashing his lips against mine again, deeper this time. The kiss ignited a fire within me, and I pressed my body against his, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the warmth radiating off him.

The tent felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken words and heated glances. I fisted my hands in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, our mouths moving together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Every argument we had ever shared faded into the background, replaced by the intense heat of the moment.

“God, you drive me crazy,” I gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment, my cheeks flushed. “Why do you have to be so infuriating?”

“Maybe I like it,” he said, his voice low and teasing, brushing a stray hair behind my ear. “Maybe I like pushing your buttons just as much as you enjoy pushing mine.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face. “You’re impossible!”

“Impossible to resist, maybe.” His eyes darkened with mischief, and I could feel my pulse quickening as he stepped closer, our bodies barely an inch apart.

He leaned in again, kissing me deeply, and my heart raced as I melted into him. I forgot about our arguments, our differences, and the constant push and pull of our rivalry. All that mattered was the way his hands gripped my waist, the way his mouth moved against mine, igniting a hunger I hadn’t known I possessed.

“Clancy,” I murmured against his lips, breathless. “What are we doing?”

“Something we should’ve done a long time ago,” he replied, his voice thick with desire. He leaned in closer, capturing my lips again, and I surrendered to the heat, my body pressing against his as the world outside the tent faded away.

He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the solid strength of him beneath me. I could barely catch my breath as he backed me against the tent wall, his hands exploring the curve of my back, igniting every nerve in my body.

I gasped as he trailed kisses down my neck, each brush of his lips sending shivers through me. “You’re always so tense,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. “Let me help you relax.”

“Relaxing isn’t exactly my strong suit,” I replied breathlessly, even as I leaned into him, wanting more of his touch.

“Maybe I can change that,” he said, his hands sliding down to the hem of my shirt, tugging it up. I hesitated, my heart racing with anticipation and uncertainty.

“Clancy, are you sure about this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What if it changes everything?”

“It won’t,” he promised, his eyes locking onto mine, sincere and intense. “It’ll just make things more... interesting.”

With that, he lifted my shirt over my head, his fingers dancing along my skin, igniting fire in every place he touched. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation, losing myself in the moment. I could feel the tension between us shifting, morphing into something raw and passionate, and I wanted nothing more than to explore this new territory.

“God, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his hands skimming over the bare skin of my waist, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over me.

“Clancy,” I breathed, my voice catching in my throat as I lost myself in the way he touched me. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”

His response was to capture my mouth with his again, plunging us deeper into the moment. It was intoxicating. The way his lips moved against mine, the way his hands explored every inch of my body, set me ablaze. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as I pressed my body against his, feeling the hard lines of his muscles against me.

“Damn, you’re driving me wild,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips as he pressed me harder against the wall of the tent. I could feel his heart racing, matching my own frantic pulse.

The thrill of it all was electric. We had spent so much time arguing and butting heads, but now, there was no room for anything but this undeniable chemistry. Each kiss felt like a challenge, a claim, a promise of what was to come. I wanted to push him, to test this new dynamic, but as his lips found my neck again, trailing kisses down to my collarbone, I lost the ability to think straight.

“Clancy,” I gasped, my fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. “What if we get caught?”

“Let them watch,” he muttered, a playful glint in his eye. “We’re banditos. We take what we want, and right now, I want you.” His words sent a wave of desire coursing through me, and I surrendered to the heat of the moment.

With a swift movement, Clancy turned, lifting me effortlessly as he carried me to his makeshift bed at the back of the tent. I couldn’t help but giggle, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “You’re stronger than you look,” I teased, my heart racing as he laid me down gently.

“Don’t underestimate me,” he shot back, leaning over me with that wicked grin. The playful banter between us felt refreshing in this new light. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and it mirrored the desire building inside me.

His hands explored my body, tracing every curve, every line. He took his time, savoring the moment, kissing me deeply as if he wanted to memorize the feel of my lips against his. My skin tingled with every touch, every brush of his fingers, igniting fires within me that I hadn’t known existed.

“Clancy, please,” I breathed, needing him closer, craving more than just his kisses. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against mine. He complied, lifting it over his head and tossing it aside, revealing his toned chest and the way his muscles flexed under the lantern light.

“Damn,” I murmured, unable to hide my appreciation. “You really are a sight to behold.”

“Only for you,” he replied, his voice low and teasing. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “And now, I think it’s time I really show you how much I want you.”

With that, he kissed his way down my body, his lips trailing fiery kisses along my collarbone, down to the soft swell of my breasts, causing me to gasp at the sensation. Every kiss felt like a promise, a spark igniting a fire deep within me.

“Clancy,” I moaned, arching my back, urging him to continue. I could feel the tension building, the need becoming more intense, and I was more than ready to surrender to it.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and filled with a desire that made my heart race. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and those words made my insides flutter. It was rare for him to drop the bravado, but in that moment, I could see the genuine admiration in his eyes, and it made everything feel even more intense.

As he continued his descent, trailing kisses lower, I felt a mixture of vulnerability and excitement. This was a side of Clancy I had never seen, and it drew me in even more. The playful banter, the arguments—all of it had led to this moment, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“Clancy, please,” I urged, my voice thick with longing. I needed him to know how much I wanted him.

He met my gaze, the heat between us palpable as he hovered just above me. “You sure you want this? I don’t want to rush you.”

I nodded, my breath shaky with desire. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

With that, he captured my lips again, the kiss hungry and demanding, as if he was trying to pour all his feelings into me. I could feel the heat radiating between us, building like a wildfire. The world outside the tent faded away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate bubble, bound together by shared desire and unspoken words.

He positioned himself between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he pressed himself against me. The friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I could hardly contain the sounds escaping my lips.

“God, you’re intoxicating,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He leaned in closer, capturing my mouth with his again, as if sealing our unspoken promises with every kiss.

Time seemed to stretch as we lost ourselves in each other. The tent felt like our own little universe, a sanctuary where we could finally explore the feelings that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. I didn’t care about the outside world or what would happen when we returned to reality; all that mattered was the way he made me feel, the way he touched me, the way we were finally letting go of the roles we had played for so long.

His hands roamed my body, igniting every nerve ending, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly, building with every kiss, every touch. I pulled him closer, urging him on, wanting to feel more of him, to lose myself completely in this moment.

“Clancy,” I gasped, my heart racing. “I need you. Now.”

His eyes darkened, filled with a mix of mischief and hunger. “You got it, sweetheart,” he replied, and with that, he positioned himself above me, his body pressing into mine.

I felt a rush of anticipation mixed with uncertainty. This was uncharted territory for us both, but the way he looked at me—intense and raw—made my heart race with excitement. I surrendered to the moment, my body responding to his every move.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he filled the space between us, and I gasped as he entered me, my body arching beneath his. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity that made me forget everything else.

“Damn, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he thrust deeper, causing ripples of pleasure to wash over me. The way he moved, the way he filled me, was everything I had ever wanted and more.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as I met his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt both primal and electric. The world outside the tent faded away, and all that mattered was the connection between us—the heat, the passion, the way we were finally letting go of all the arguments and bickering that had kept us at odds for so long.

“Clancy,” I gasped, feeling the pressure building deep within me, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” he replied, his breath hot against my ear, his voice low and filled with longing. “Just let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

With those words, I felt the final thread of tension snap, and pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my body arching as I fell over the edge, the world spinning away as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

“God, you’re perfect,” Clancy groaned, his body tensing as he followed me into bliss, the intensity of our connection leaving us both breathless.

As we lay there, intertwined beneath the dim light of the lantern, the reality of what had just happened began to settle in. The playful banter, the arguments—it had all led to this moment, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Guess we really sorted things out, huh?” I teased, looking up at him, my heart still racing.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I suppose we did. But you know this doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying to come up with the best plans

possible, right?”

I rolled my eyes playfully, still feeling the warmth of his body against mine. “You’re insufferable. I’ll always call you out on your ridiculous ideas, you know that.”

Clancy grinned, that cocky glint back in his eyes. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. It keeps things interesting.”

As I lay there, basking in the afterglow of our encounter, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. The bickering, the insults, the constant push and pull—suddenly, it all felt different. It was as if the fire of our arguments had morphed into something more profound, something that would deepen our bond in ways I had never imagined.

“I can’t believe we actually did that,” I said, half-laughing, half-incredulous. “You, of all people.”

He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “What? You think I’m all talk? I can be quite persuasive, you know.”

I smirked, leaning up on one elbow to look at him. “Persuasive? More like relentless. You just wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Relentless is my middle name.” He winked, stretching his arms above his head, showcasing his toned physique. “But don’t think I’ll let you off easy just because we had a little fun. I expect you to keep pushing back. It’s what makes you… you.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. There was a strange comfort in the chaos of our dynamic. Clancy’s words rang true; I had always relished the challenge of our banter. “Guess I can’t change who I am, can I?”

“Not a chance,” he said, leaning in to steal another kiss. This one was softer, more intimate, and it sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I could feel a new layer of connection forming between us, a bond that transcended our playful rivalry.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed outside the tent, pulling me from the moment. My heart raced as I glanced toward the entrance, a sudden wave of panic flooding through me. “What if someone hears us?”

“Relax,” Clancy whispered, his finger lightly brushing my lips. “We’re in the middle of nowhere, and besides, the others are too busy with their own business to care about what’s happening in here.”

“Still,” I murmured, biting my lip as I tried to ignore the worry gnawing at me. “What if they come in?”

“Let them,” he said, an amused smirk on his face. “If they do, we’ll just tell them we were sorting out some… differences.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking my head in disbelief. “You really are something, you know that?”

“And you love it,” he shot back playfully. “Now, let’s just enjoy the peace while we can.”

I settled back against him, my head resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. I felt safe and cherished, and it was a feeling I hadn’t expected to find in this chaotic life. For once, there were no plans to critique, no strategies to argue over—just us, wrapped up in this blissful moment.

But of course, the calm didn’t last long. Just as I began to relax, the flap of the tent suddenly burst open, and in walked Josh, a smirk plastered across his face.

“Uh-oh, what do we have here?” he teased, taking in the sight of us tangled together. “Looks like Clancy finally found a way to shut you up, huh?”

I shot up, my face burning with embarrassment, while Clancy simply laughed, unfazed. “Josh! What are you doing barging in here like that?”

“I came to see if you’d finally come up with a decent plan for tomorrow’s raid, but I can see you’re a little too… preoccupied.” He leaned against the tent pole, crossing his arms, clearly enjoying the scene.

“Very funny,” I muttered, trying to pull the blanket up over myself, feeling exposed. “You could’ve knocked, you know.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Josh said, his grin widening. “Besides, it’s nice to see you two getting along for once. Maybe you’ll finally stop bickering like a couple of children.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Clancy replied, his tone casual. “But don’t hold your breath. We still have our differences to sort out.” He shot me a wink, and I felt my cheeks heat up again.

“Good luck with that,” Josh said, chuckling as he backed out of the tent. “But seriously, if you two are going to keep this up, try to keep it down. We don’t need the whole camp knowing what’s happening in here.”

As the flap fell shut behind him, I turned to Clancy, my heart racing with embarrassment. “I can’t believe he just walked in on us like that!”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Welcome to camp. It’s not exactly known for its privacy.”

“Clearly.” I sighed, shaking my head, but the tension had already dissipated. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“Besides,” he said, leaning in closer, “we’re not done yet.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto my lips. “You think we can just pick up where we left off?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice dropping to that sultry tone that sent shivers down my spine. “But this time, let’s make sure we keep it quieter.”

“Deal,” I said, feeling a thrill of excitement course through me. I was ready to embrace this new side of our relationship, ready to see where it would lead us.

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Not sure, but I was thinking about Josh either reader who is a famous singer and they have been dating for a while now and maybe she goes to the Clancy tour with them/they go to some sort of award show together

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Josh Dun x famous!reader

words : 1224

warnings : none

I hope this is good, I feel kinda iffy about it...

Fixing my hair for the final time, I glanced beside me at Josh looking handsome as ever in his suit. Tyler sat across from us next to Jenna in the limo, all four of us dressed to the nines for the award show. Over the past 2 years, I have been working on my third album. When it was released, all of my fans and Twenty One Pilots fans got it to number one on a bunch of charts. So much so that I was nominated for a Grammy. I of course brought Josh, my boyfriend, as my date, and I had to bring Tyler and Jenna. They'd been my best friends since I met Josh and helped a ton while making the album.

The limo finally stopped at our destination and my hands shook slightly. Noticing this, Josh grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles, “Hey, they love you, there’s nothing to worry about, okay?” he whispered quietly to me. I nodded and swallowed thickly. He kissed the side of my head and the door to the limo opened. Lights flashing all around us were blinding, fans were standing behind velvet ropes and security guards stood at either side of the door. Josh stepped out first and held his hand to help me get out. I took it and stepped out, Tyler and Jenna following soon after. 

“Y/n we love you!” “Oh my gosh Twenty One Pilots?!” “I love you y/n!” “We hope you win y/n!” 

Fans were yelling toward us and we just smiled and waved every so often. I was already beginning to get overwhelmed with all of the paparazzi and noise. Josh gently squeezed my hand reassuringly and I squeezed back. We walked through the doors to the venue and were met with even more paparazzi and a photo-op section. We all stood with each other for photos and I was pulled aside by an interviewer. Josh, Tyler and Jenna stayed back for more photos.

“So y/n big day huh? We’ve heard that you’re nominated for 3 Grammy's tonight, how do you feel?” The interviewer, a young woman, asked me. 

I smiled and nodded along, “I’m super excited to be here with my team and friends but also nervous. I don’t have a speech prepared.” The woman laughed lightly and continued with another question.

“We see you brought a Grammy winning band with you tonight, maybe they’ll give you some of their good luck?” she motioned toward Josh and Tyler standing with a reporter, Tyler with his arm around Jenna.

“Yes, my boyfriend Josh is with me of course and I couldn’t be here without Tyler and Jenna. All three of them have been absolutely amazing and supportive. It wasn’t easy making an album while on tour with them.” I smiled toward Josh as he made brief eye contact with me and came toward me wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing me on the top of my head.

“Well y/n, we hope to see you go home with an award tonight, good luck!” I smiled at her and shook her hand. After catching back up with Tyler and Jenna, the four of us went inside the theater to find our seats. 

“Does it feel weird to be here a second time?” I looked toward the three next to me.

“It feels weird to be here with my pants on.” Tyler smiled and Jenna just laughed and shook her head. I laughed along with her rolled my eyes

“Josh, if I win, can you promise to keep your pants on?” He gave me a small smirk.

“No promises sweetheart.” Rolling my eyes jokingly, I sat down in my seat and we waited patiently for the ceremony to begin.

Soon enough, the lights dimmed and it started. After a ton of applauding and singing along to some performances, it was finally time to announce the main award I was nominated for. My palms grew clammy and I grabbed both Josh and Jenna’s hands. Josh smiled at me and they read of the nominees, we were shown on the big screen as the announcer named us. 

“And the winner,” Taking a deep breath, I squeezed Josh’s hand and he put his own over top of mine. “ for best album goes to… y/n with (album name)!” I gasped and looked at Josh with wide eyes. 

He smiled back at me and I stood to walk onto the stage for my award, the audience cheering loudly behind me. I shook the announcer's hands and stepped to the microphone, award in hand. “Thank you so much for this. I want to thank my friends who are here with me tonight, you guys kept me sane. And I want to give the biggest thank you to my wonderful boyfriend who’s also with me tonight. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I love you. Finally, thank you, thank you so much to my amazing fan base. You are the reason I do this.” I smiled and stepped to the side and started toward the stairs back to my seat.

“Y/n everybody!” The announcers spoke and a roar of applause was heard. When I sat back in my seat, Josh kissed my hand lightly. “See, I knew you could do it, and my pants are still on.” I chuckled at him and turned toward Jenna and Tyler. 

“We’re so proud of you y/n. I knew you could do it.” Jenna squeezed my other hand and Tyler nodded beside her.

After the show came to a close, we exited the venue with another slew of photos taken and questions answered. One limo ride and a bunch of celebratory car karaoke later, Josh and I had been dropped off at Josh’s house. We said goodbyes to Jenna and Tyler and went inside. My feet were cramping from being squished into heels all night and my dress was becoming itchy.

“Would you please unzip my Josh?” I asked with my back turned toward him. 

“It would be my pleasure hun.” He smiled and unzipped my dress, kissing my shoulder as I slid it off of my body, “I’m so proud of you baby. You deserve the world for all of your hard work.” I blushed and went to put on my pajamas.

“Thank you babe. It feels nice to know that people love what I make for them.” He agreed and walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I followed and after brushing our teeth, we climbed into bed. Josh’s arm wrapped around me and I was pulled into his chest. I breathed in his scent and a wave of calm washed over me. “Even if I hadn’t won an award tonight, this feels just as rewarding.” 

He lifted my chin slightly, “I love you so much,” and with that, he kissed me sweetly, smiling into it. I pulled back for a moment.

“I love you too.” Leaning back into the kiss, his smile widened. We pulled apart and I laid my head on his chest, letting his heartbeat lull me to sleep. A kiss was placed atop my head and a small goodnight was whispered before my heavy eyelids gave way and sleep took over. 

I was the luckiest girl in the world.

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okay okay. idea. joshs sister reader x tyler.

kinda like the sai!josh x tylers sister reader one where theyd been sevretly dating.

same kinda premise but like josh is realy realllyyy not okay with tyler dating his sister, like itd been a big nono since he inteoduced them to each other. but one night they both like bonded over something and the connection kept going. then josh finds out whem he comes into her room quickly for something he left and sees tyler in her bed and he freaks out thinking they slept together. they have to explain that theyd been dating for a while (like lonnngg while) and josh gets super angry.

ik the josh x reader one had a happy ending.. maybe this one ends angstily or not good at all. you can decide. love your work <33

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Off Limits - Tyler Joseph x Dun!Reader

Warnings: Panic attacks and angst/argument between Josh and reader

Word Count: 2331

A/N: As soon as I saw this request I started chucking out ideas of how they met, Tyler helping her through anxiety and mental health struggles, them blasting music in the car, basically being perfect for each other. Poor Josh tho...

It was one of those rare quiet nights in LA, where the city’s usual noise was replaced by an almost eerie calm. The kind of stillness that makes you hyper aware of every breath you take, every beat of your heart. I lay in bed, staring at the TV that flickered in the corner of my room, barely paying attention to whatever show was on. My mind was too crowded to focus on anything.

Tyler had been at the studio all day, and I knew he’d be coming home late. Josh had been there, too, working on drum takes for Blurryface—their latest obsession, the album that had consumed their lives. Mine, too. But tonight, the emptiness in the house felt different. Maybe it was because I was too restless, or maybe it was the weight of the secret that I carried every day. The one that Tyler and I carried together.

Two years. Two years of hiding. Two years of stolen moments. Two years of lying to my brother.

My brother had introduced us at a party back when Vessel was starting to gain traction. I still remember that night—Josh had been so excited to show me off to his bandmate, like I was some prized possession. I’d tried to be cool, tried not to let on that I was immediately fascinated by Tyler’s tattoos, his quiet demeanor, the way he seemed so different from the crowd. But I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought.

Josh pulled me aside that night, his expression dark. I can still hear his words, sharp and cutting: “Stay away from him. He’s off-limits. You can’t have him, okay? You have to promise me.”

And because I didn’t want to lose my brother, because I didn’t want to make him angry, I promised. I promised I wouldn’t fall for Tyler, that I wouldn’t get involved with him.

But here I was, two years later, breaking that promise every single day.

I pulled the covers up to my chin, trying to shake the feeling of unease that had settled in my chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with Tyler—I loved him more than I’d ever thought possible. He was the only person who really understood me, especially during the roughest period of my life. He’d been there for me when everything else fell apart. But the guilt gnawed at me every day. I hated lying to Josh. I hated sneaking around. Most of all, I hated the feeling that this was all going to blow up in our faces one day.

I heard the front door open and close softly, followed by Tyler’s familiar footsteps padding down the hallway. My heart lifted at the sound, the tension in my chest easing slightly. A moment later, he slipped into the room, his presence instantly bringing a sense of calm. Just seeing him made everything feel a little less heavy.

He looked exhausted—worn out from hours of recording, his dark hair tousled from the day. His eyes, though heavy-lidded with fatigue, softened when he saw me. He kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the bed next to me with a sigh.

“Rough day?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, afraid to disturb the quiet between us.

He let out a deep breath, rolling onto his side to face me. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice low and tired. “I don’t even know what time it is anymore. It’s all blending together.”

I nodded, reaching up to brush a stray curl away from his forehead. “It felt like that during Vessel too. It’ll get easier.”

His eyes met mine, and for a moment, the weight of everything we had been hiding seemed to hang between us. But then Tyler leaned in, gently kissing my forehead, lingering there for a second longer than usual. It was soft, comforting—the kind of kiss that didn’t need words. It was enough to make the world feel a little smaller, a little more bearable.

“Being here with you… it’s the only thing that makes sense right now,” he murmured against my skin.

I smiled at that, my heart swelling. “I feel the same.”

Tyler shifted closer, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his chest. I rested my head against him, the steady thump of his heartbeat soothing the chaos in my mind. He kissed the top of my head, his lips brushing through my hair, and I felt myself melt into him, the weight of the day slipping away.

“You’ve got to be tired,” I said softly, my fingers tracing the patterns of his tattoos across his chest.

“I am,” he admitted, his voice a little drowsy now. “But I’m always good when I’m with you.” His hand moved up my back, fingers gently brushing the skin there, and I could feel his love in every movement, in every touch.

“Sometimes I wish we didn’t have to keep hiding like this,” I confessed quietly, not sure where the words were coming from. “I hate lying to Josh. I hate that this is all so complicated.”

Tyler sighed, his thumb stroking soothing circles on my side. “I know. I hate it too. But… I don’t know how else we can do this without hurting him. I just need more time to figure it out.” He kissed the top of my head again, this time lingering a little longer, as if he could press his understanding into me through the warmth of his lips.

I lifted my head slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you… but I don’t want to lose Josh either.”

Tyler’s gaze softened, his eyes filled with that quiet understanding I’d grown to love. “You won’t lose either of us,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “We’ll find a way. We always do.”

He leaned in then, his lips brushing against mine, a soft, tender kiss that made everything else fade into the background. I kissed him back, my hand resting against his cheek as I let myself fall into the moment, into the safety of him.

When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads rested together, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Tyler’s fingers traced down my arm, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words a soft promise between us. “I’ve got you.”

My heart fluttered at his words, the love I felt for him swelling inside me. I kissed him again, this time slower, more deliberate. I wanted him to feel everything I couldn’t always say out loud.

“I love you too,” I whispered against his lips, my voice breaking just a little. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tyler smiled, pressing another soft kiss to my lips before settling back into the bed, pulling me even closer into his chest. His hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, resting gently on the skin of my back, the warmth of his touch grounding me.

“For now, let’s just focus on this,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Right here. Just us.”

I nodded, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Wrapped up in Tyler’s arms, with his heartbeat beneath my ear and his soft breaths lulling me into a sense of safety, it felt like for just a little while, the outside world didn’t exist.

The worry about Josh, the guilt that gnawed at me every day—it all seemed to fade in the warmth of Tyler’s embrace. Here, like this, I could pretend that everything was going to be okay.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, it was morning. The sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Tyler was still asleep next to me, his arm draped over my waist. I watched him for a moment, feeling that familiar mix of love and guilt twist inside of me. He looked so peaceful, so unlike the Tyler everyone saw on stage or in the studio. This was a Tyler only I knew—the one who was soft, thoughtful, and quiet in the way he cared for me.

I shifted slightly, trying to disentangle myself without waking him, but before I could, the door burst open with a loud thud.

“Hey, have you seen my—”

Josh’s voice cut through the air, and the moment he laid eyes on us, everything seemed to freeze. My heart dropped into my stomach. Tyler stirred beside me, blinking awake, but I could already feel the tension crackling in the air. This was it. This was the moment I’d been dreading.

Josh stood there in the doorway, his face pale with shock. For a second, it was like he couldn’t even process what he was seeing. But then, his expression twisted into something darker—betrayal, anger, hurt—all at once.

“What the hell is this?” His voice was loud, harsher than I’d ever heard it before.

Tyler sat up slowly, his movements cautious, but I could already see the storm brewing behind Josh’s eyes.

“Josh, wait, it’s not what you—” I started, but my voice faltered.

Josh’s eyes flicked to me, filled with disbelief and fury. “You swore to me! You swore you wouldn’t—” He looked between us, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might break. “How long?”

His voice cracked on those last two words, and I couldn’t find the strength to answer. I felt frozen in place, my heart racing, panic rising in my throat.

Tyler finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Josh, we’ve been together for a while. We didn’t mean to lie to you—”

“A while?” Josh’s voice was shaking now, disbelief mixed with fury. “How long, Tyler?”

Tyler glanced at me, and I knew we couldn’t hide it anymore. “Two years,” he said quietly.

Josh’s face drained of color. He stared at us like we’d ripped his heart out. “Two years? You’ve been lying to me for two fucking years?” His voice rose, cracking at the edges. “You’re my sister. You’re supposed to have my back! I told you not to—”

He stepped forward, his body tense with anger, and instinctively, I flinched. I didn’t even realize I’d done it until he stopped, his eyes widening. For a split second, the anger on his face shifted to something else. 

“You were supposed to stay away from him,” he said, his voice lower now, but still filled with anger. “You knew what this would do to us. And you still…” He trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.

I wanted to explain, to tell him how much I loved Tyler, how this wasn’t some betrayal. But the words wouldn’t come. All I could feel was the crushing weight of Josh’s anger, the way it radiated off him in waves.

“Josh, it’s not like that,” I finally managed to say, my voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. But Tyler—he’s been there for me in ways you wouldn’t understand. I needed him.”

“Needed him?” Josh repeated, his eyes narrowing. “What about me? I’m your brother. I’m supposed to be the one you go to.”

“I–I…” I turned to Tyler before stepping towards Josh, but my legs felt shaky, my chest tightening as the familiar sense of panic started to creep in. I could feel my breath catching, like I couldn’t get enough air. I’d been here before—too many times. I could feel the panic attack coming on, but I didn’t know how to stop it.

Josh’s eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I saw his anger flicker, replaced by confusion. “What the hell is going on with you?”

“I—” My voice came out strangled, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, my hands shaking. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The walls felt like they were closing in.

Tyler was beside me in an instant, his arm around my shoulders, trying to steady me. “Josh, stop. She’s having a panic attack.”

Josh’s face softened with shock, but it was too late. The room was spinning, my heart racing too fast. I couldn’t control it. I could hear Tyler’s voice, calm and steady, trying to guide me through it, but Josh was still standing there, frozen, watching me fall apart.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as the tears finally broke free. “I didn’t mean to—”

Tyler’s voice was in my ear, soft and comforting. “It’s okay. You’re okay. Just breathe.”

But I wasn’t okay. I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Josh’s face, the anger and hurt I’d caused. The way he looked at me like I was someone he didn’t even recognize anymore.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I sobbed, trying to get the words out, but they felt empty. “Josh, please…”

“I’m sorry,” Josh said, his voice small now, filled with regret. “I didn’t know—I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

But it didn’t matter anymore. The damage was done. The weight of everything we’d kept hidden, everything we’d tried to protect, had finally come crashing down.

And now, I didn’t know if we could ever put the pieces back together.

Josh left, and the silence he left behind was almost unbearable. Tyler held me, rocking gently as I cried, but even his presence couldn’t fix the shattered pieces of what I’d broken.

After what felt like hours, my sobs finally subsided, leaving me hollow, exhausted.

“He’s going to hate me forever,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Tyler kissed the top of my head, his voice soft and steady. “He won’t. He’ll need time, but he won’t hate you.”

But I wasn’t sure I believed him.

We sat there, tangled in each other’s arms, the weight of what had happened settling heavily over us. Tyler held me, and I held onto him, but deep down, I knew that some things couldn’t be fixed. Not easily.

Not this time.

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I can’t remember if I’ve requested anything so here I am!! Helloooooo 👋

I’d love a fic where it’s josh x reader and he notices she kinda changes her personality around her friends and confronts her about it at home. She breaks down explaining that she doesn’t really know who she is as a singular person and he offers to help her figure it out. They try lots of different hobbies (including making music ft Tyler hehe) and she feels a lot better. Lots of angst pleaseeeeee

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HAII BFFF!!! TYSMM FOR REQUESTING!! i LOVE LOVE this idea, this reminds me of a character arc ive seen in a show, so i was excited to write this!!

i’m so sorry for my inactivity 😣 life has been hectic as of late, but writing helps me escape for a bit<3. i hope yall enjoy this!

IM A MIRRORBALL !

me and josh have been going out for a few months now. i can confidently say he’s one of my favorite people ever. he holds the door open for me, he makes sure to always call if he’s not around. which is where because his favorite place to be is right beside me. josh always tells me i’m beautiful, everyday. he’ll dance around with me no matter where we’re at. there’s so many things about him i just adore. and there’s so many things about our relationship that brings me happiness. but one of the most important things is i felt like i could be myself around him. well.. mostly. i’m not too sure who i am sometimes. but josh always makes me feel safe. we’re getting ready to meet up with some of my friends to this farmer’s market. honestly, i wasn’t as i should be. i couldn’t exactly figure out why. but i pushed my feelings to the side and put on a cute outfit.

everything started off great, seeing my friends was always nice. and they all loved josh. one of the stands were selling cocktails. i didn’t like drinking, not to say i never do. but i tried to stay away from it most of the time. but my friends all got one, and i didn’t want to look like the odd one out, so i got one as well. despite it being strawberry, and me not liking strawberries. this earned an eyebrow raise from josh. i found myself trying to mimic their poses when we took pictures. i normally give a silly thumbs up or a peace sign while having a big grin. these photos i kicked my leg up and did everything to hide my smile. i didn’t want to look stupid next to my friends.

“come on y/n smile!” josh spoke from in front of us, holding the phone. all i did was a small little grin. there became a point during our endeavors where josh & i didn’t really speak to each other. i didn’t bother to say anything though, i’m sure it wasn’t a big deal. i was focused on my friends.

“y/n didn’t you hear sarah cheated on her boyfriend with her ex?!” my friend alana looked over to me. i didn’t like gossiping. especially about people i didn’t know. you never know people’s situations or what they’re going through. it’s something i always tried to stay away from. it was a quality josh appreciated about me. but in this situation, i suppose it was okay.

“what?! her ex of all people?” i gasped dramatically which made alana laugh.

“yes her ex nathan who posted that embarrassing video of her drunk dancing on a kitchen island.” my other friend emma chimed in. the three of us were walking next to each other while josh walked behind us. i didn’t even realize he was left out.

“did you ever see it y/n?”

“no i haven’t actually.” and with that emma pulled out her phone and showed poor sarah drunk out of her mind. sloppily dancing on the kitchen island while everyone had their phones out. until she slipped and spilt her drink all over herself. i felt awful, she clearly wasn’t in her right mind. that was actually the same night she found out her grandma was sick in the hospital with cancer. i could’ve stuck up for her, i should’ve. yet i found myself laughing along with them. nodding my head along to their insults. shortly after we all parted ways. the car ride home with josh was unusually quiet.

“josh are you okay?” all josh did was shrug and turn up the radio. i nervously fidgeted with my rings, which i left in the center console when we got to the farmers market because i didn’t want my friends to think they were ugly. when we got to josh’s place he finally spoke to me,

“what happened today?”

“what do you mean?”

“you were acting different y/n.” i raised my eyebrow. trying to play dumb, though i knew deep down what josh was getting at.

“i was just hanging with my friends-“ i tried to defend myself. but josh wasn’t buying it.

“which included making fun of sarah?” josh brought up. i looked away from him trying to figure out what to say.

“i wasn’t making fun of her, they were talking about i was just making conversation.” i protested.

“you could’ve stuck up for her, you know what happened that day y/n.” josh’s eyes weren’t filled with anger or anything. he just seemed.. disappointed. i didn’t know what to say.

“it wasn’t just today y/n, everytime we hang out with your friends it’s like you’re a totally different person.” i felt my hands began to shake. my heart was slowing beginning to move faster and faster.

“it’s because i don’t even know who i am!” i shouted. josh frowned. he walked over to me and held my shaking hands in attempt to calm me down.

“that’s not true y/n.” i cut josh off,

“it is. all i do is pretend with everyone in my life!” i pulled my hands away from josh. my self sabotaging mechanisms coming out. i couldn’t let him help me because i felt like i didn’t deserve it. i don’t deserve it.

“i act a certain way with everyone so i can fit in. so they can’t hate me.” at this point tears were falling down my cheeks and my voice was hoarse. josh’s eyes were watery. i could tell he wanted to help me. but for some reason i wasn’t making this easy.

“y/n you’re so perfect the way you are. i love you for who you are.”

“that’s impossible because i don’t know even who i am.” there was a moment of silence. you could hear a hair pin drop. yet my head was screaming. i couldn’t stand there any longer, i hauled out the door. slamming it behind me. the one person who actually had some of idea who i am i just shut out. i didn’t understand why i always did this? it never made anything better. i’ve lost so many people because of this. once they get close, i do everything i can to keep them out. ruining my own life everytime. it was always my fault.

that night josh & i didn’t sleep much. without each other knowing, we both looked at our phones. wanting to call or text one another. but we didn’t. too scared of what the possible outcome would be. i sat on my couch mindlessly watching some reality tv show. desperate to block out the mess in my head. until i heard a knock on the door, i opened it to see josh standing there, his eyes were tired and sympathetic. he pulled me into his arms. his warm embrace reminding me why i’ve been getting out of bed each morning. desperately trying to hold on to that safe feeling he brings me. i quietly mumbled a “sorry” in his chest while i sobbed. honestly, i didn’t think he’d show up. it was easy for me to shut people out because most people never tried to fight it. not even bothering to look back. i don’t blame though, sometimes i didn’t feel good enough to second guess. so the fact josh was here, it meant EVERYTHING to me. he held me on the couch. playing with my hair & rubbing my back until i could gain my composure. how’d i get so lucky i didn’t even know.

“i’m so sorry..”

“it’s okay baby we all get a little lost sometimes.” i looked up at him. josh smiled softly. he pushed back a strand of hair behind my ear.

“you know what’s really helped me figure out who i am is drumming.” i furrowed my eyebrows. josh wasn’t cocky by any means. but he was pretty sure of himself. and to think drumming was the solution kind of blew my mind.

“really?”

“yeah! maybe we can find something you enjoy doing, it won’t hurt to try.” i nodded listening to josh.

“you mean it?” i frowned and josh kissed my forehead mumbling a “mhm.” and that started our endeavors. who know hobbie hunting was so hard. i was a bit of perfectionist, so when i wasn’t immediately good at something i’d get discouraged. it was hard trying all these things while i still felt the same. i tried crocheting but it was a bit too complicated. me & josh would make jewelry but, everytime i dropped the string and the beads everywhere i wanted to slam my head on the table. josh took me to play basketball with him, but i was never too good at sports. and the heat made me MISERABLE. maybe josh was wrong, maybe i was too set in my ways to change. josh decided to bring me over to tyler’s studio. i loved hanging out with them while they worked on different projects. just watching them work was an amazing sight to see, they’re both so talented. this time around though i was more quiet. josh had went to grab some water when tyler approached me.

“you okay y/n? i don’t usually see you this quiet.” i let out a deep breath.

“yeah just going through some things.. midlife crisis stuff.” tyler chuckled lightly.

“that sucks you’re not even 40 yet.” i smiled at him. tyler always knew how to cheer people up, he was also very empathetic. i don’t open up easily, but with tyler it’s almost natural. and he actually understands, it doesn’t feel forced or complicated.

“do you sing by chance?” i shrugged my shoulders,

“a little. i used to do open mics when i was a teenager. back when i was more ambitious and talented..” i felt bad. i didn’t want to be a mood killer. but i felt like there was this constant rain cloud over my head, and i couldn’t stop it.

“i think you’re very talented y/n.” i rolled my eyes. i figured tyler was just trying to be nice.

“i actually asked josh if you could come today. i’ve heard you sing in the car before, you have a really great voice. i was wondering if you could do some back up vocals for us?” tyler asked softly. i couldn’t believe it. i’ve always liked singing, but i didn’t think i had much potential. and who was i to tell tyler no. so i walked in the recording booth, and put on my headphones. i could see in the corner of my eye tyler and josh smiling. not only that, i was actually happy. i forgot how much i actually enjoyed singing. all of those feelings i had in high school came back to me. when i walked out of the booth, josh hugged me.

“you guys are evil.” i chuckled pulling away to look at him.

“y/n you killed it! thank you again.” tyler smiled. i nodded my head,

“of course, thank you guys for being there for me.” i had not only found my spark again. but i’ve found people who knew me for me. i didn’t have to act a certain way to please them or try to fit in. they loved me for me.

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hiii guys!!! i’m gonna try to update whenever i can, i have two things in the works but it’s hard to focus cause of this storm… hopefully maybe tomorrow one of them will be done i’m really sorry abt the delay guys😣

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