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A Lesson in Honesty - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh Dun x fem!bandmember!Reader Era: Trench (2019) Genre: angst to fluff / hurt/comfort Word Count: 7 003 Warnings: no use of (y/n), descriptions of pain, misogyny, Tyler has a small crisis (nothing bad), jealous!Josh, Tyler not minding his own business, mentions of pregnancy (Jenna) and Tyler as a dad, Josh’s in a bad mood Summary: You haven’t had a good week on tour and to make matters worse, Josh is behaving weirdly Prompts: playing matchmaker, one-bed-trope A/N: Okay so. I started this account right after I had to drop out of university because of depression. Back then I left everything behind that I had built for myself and returned to my hometown. I haven’t been back to that city since, not even that country. Until last week. I went to see twenty one pilots, who I started listening to while living there, and being back there, seeing the familiar streets, how little had changed… it was surprisingly easier than I had expected. But I thought since I’m having top brainrot rn, might as well write something in honour of being brave enough to go back there. And to starting my (hopefully) last semester in the BA-degree at my hometown university. Coming full circle? Whatever. Enjoy reading.

“No! I will not continue playing!”

This had to be the finale of this disastrous week’s events. From a twisted ankle on Monday night, over strange interviews and an unusual amount of Tyler’s antics to tonight being the third evening in a row that you were playing with a broken in-ear, it had been a week.

“You’ve played the last two nights like this, you can do it,” the stage manager encouraged, trying to dismiss your pain.

“Maybe having played the last two night like this, and today’s soundcheck, and having said multiple times that I need my in-ears checked, is the reason why now it feels like my brain is leaking out!”

Your patience was running thin. You had made it through the first two songs before the pain had become unbearable. What was maybe worse, was that you had no real idea what exactly caused the pain. It was not just the loud noise and the anxiety of only hearing the dead mic instead of also the music. It almost felt like there was a tone in your earphones, outside your hearing range, that caused the pain. You had pointed it out close to a dozen times, to different people, asking them to help fix it, but the pain was still there, and you just couldn't take it anymore. You had signalled Tyler, who had been closer, that something was wrong, and gone backstage, hoping to get your set of back-up in-ears. Except that the new stage manager was apparently a real asshole.

“I either get my back-up, or I’m not going back out there,” you threatened, trying to establish some semblance of dominance towards the man, who was a head taller than you and at least twice as broad.

“Oh, come on,” the stage manager rolled his eyes. “You’re being a bit overdramatic right now, don’t you think. Just get back on stage and do your job.”

For a moment you just stared at him in disbelieve, before reaching for his dead mic without breaking eye contact.

“Tyler, Josh, I need one of you guys back here,” you spoke into the mic.

You hated doing this, asking your male band members to stand up for you, but even though the thousands of people in the arena were here for you as much as for Tyler and Josh, there were still crew members who thought it would be okay to pay you less respect than them.

It only took a few seconds for the familiar form of Josh to come jumping down the stairs.

“What’s up,” he shouted, while jogging to your side.

“I need my back-up in-ears,” you answered. “These ones are still hurting my ears.”

Josh turned to look at the stage manager with raised eyebrows.

On stage, Tyler seemed to try his best to keep the crowd entertained. 

"And there goes Josh, too," he commented. "Keep it PG13, guys! Why do I never get invited to these things…"

Any other day, Tyler's harmless jokes would have made you roll your eyes playfully, maybe even earned a chuckle. But these kinds of comments had been going on for the whole week already, and maybe, if there wasn't a seed of truth behind his words – you wishing it were actually true what he was teasing about – then it wouldn't have bothered you. Instead, now his words brought you close to blowing up, which definitely was not helped by the stage manager’s refusal to acknowledge your distress.

“So?” It was subtle, the way Josh was pushing himself to stand between you and the stage manager, and for a moment you were not sure if you were flattered by him displaying his protective side, or annoyed. You decided on the former. “Where are her back-ups?”

“I’d take us a few minutes to set them up-”

“Then you better get going, people are waiting for us,” Josh offered his unapologetic demand, something he had learnt from Tyler over the years.

The stage manager stared at him for a moment, before gesturing to a technician, who stood by his side and quickly scrambled off, doubtlessly to search for what was needed.

“You okay?” Josh turned around to you, bringing his hands up to your shoulders. His dark eyes were soft and full of worry, as he leant in a little closer.

The usual response threatened to make its way over your lips; a ‘yeah, I’m fine’ almost on the tip of your tongue. But you had made a promise, the three of you, never to lie when it was about your health, be it physical or mental.

“No,” you admitted, your throat suddenly closing up. “It fucking hurts.”

“Oh, baby,” Josh gently grabbed your chin, looking into your face before pulling you into his arms. He was warm, and already a little sweaty, but you didn’t mind. You had been hugged by both him and Tyler, when all of you were dripping with sweat; years of touring together had gotten you used to it. What you were not used to, was the nickname, that sent your heart racing, and you quickly buried your head against Josh’s neck to hide the embarrassment.

A few seconds later, the technician came back, and Josh had to step away, so he could work on you.

Less than a minute later, you were good to go, your ears not feeling like someone had thrust red-hot wires through them straight into your brain anymore, and the show continued.

From there on, things seemed to go smoothly. Tyler was his usual upbeat self, commanding the crowd effortlessly to sing along, use their phone-torches or sit quietly. Josh, behind his drums, seemed as confident as ever, matching his expression to the music, his eyes either on the crowd, Tyler, or you. Whenever you felt his gaze, you walked over, to interact with him, and each time he broke character, a bright grin on his face as he adjusted his pace and energy to whatever you were doing. Things were like always, things were good. Until ‘Neon Gravestones’ came on.

Maybe you should have seen it earlier, the way Tyler’s shoulders were a little too tense, but when you stood on his platform on B-Stage that night, you could see that something was troubling him. You loved sharing quiet glances with Josh, loved looking out over the crowd during the calm song, loved taking in the faces of the people who connected so deeply with the music.

But tonight, your attention was on Tyler. He was a professional, brilliant at letting the crowd see only what he wanted them to see. But you knew him too well to be fooled by his acting. It was the way his shoulders were a tiny bit too drawn up, the way his eyes skipped over the piano keys.

You shot Josh a look, who glanced between you and Tyler and back to you. He had noticed it, too. Since Josh was on his own platform, trapped behind his drums, there was little he could do. So, it was up to you.

Hoping you were not drawing too much attention to Tyler’s quiet turmoil, you stepped behind him, close enough to press your side against his back, careful not to hit him over the head with your instrument.

Standing like this, you could feel his shaky breath as he fought his way through the end of the song before the lights dimmed and the last accord rang out in the arena. As soon as the big spotlights were turned off, Tyler turned around on his seat and hugged you around the middle. Unaware of Josh’s furrowed brows at the sudden display of affection, your hugged him back, running your hands through his hair.

“What’s wrong,” you asked, hoping he heard you over the crowd.

“What if my baby ever feels this way?”

It wasn’t public yet, that Tyler and Jenna were expecting a baby, but obviously Josh and you were already in on the secret. You weren’t surprised that these kinds of thoughts were the ones plaguing Tyler during a show; it wouldn’t be the first time.

“Then they’ll have the best parents in the world, who will make sure they get all the support and love they could ever possibly need and want, right?”

Tyler’s arms tightened around you for a moment, and you glanced over at Josh, who was watching closely, but with an unfamiliar tightness on his face. Just as the lights went back on, Tyler let go of you and turned back to the piano. A stolen moment of weakness in the middle of thousands of onlookers. Neither of you were oblivious to the smartphone cameras that had been pointed on you, but Tyler had developed a certain skill when it came to hiding his true vulnerability.

As he leant over the mic to announce the next song, you shot Josh another look. He was still watching, still tense. Cocking your head at him, you wordlessly asked what was wrong, but he just pressed his lips together and busied himself with a screw on his drums before you had to join Tyler for the next song.

That was the second incident of the night. The third one followed only a few minutes later, when all of you were supposed to head back to the main stage. Usually, you unplugged your instrument and carried it back to where you would plug it in again, but this time Tyler, who had semi-recovered from the emotions from earlier, stood up from the piano and just as you had made it off the platform, grabbed you by the wrist. A moment later, he had taken your instrument, and placed it down on the platform, before jumping down to join you.

Before you knew what was happening, he had wrapped his arms around you in a hug, lifting you up as if you weighted nothing, and begun walking. It wasn’t the first time he had done something like that, even though it was the first time in the middle of a show, but you didn’t pay it much mind, just let him drag you around, thinking he would place you back on your feet after a few meters.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he carried you all the way to the stage before he set you back down, laughing and flicking your nose before running up the steps to his piano.

Josh, who had been walking right behind Tyler and you, just walked past you, not looking at you, which made your heart sink. First, Tyler had been off, and now something was going on with Josh. Reaching out for him, you grazed your fingers over his arm, a short gesture you always used in the middle of concerts to assure him of your presence when you had the impression he needed some comfort. Normally, he leant into the contact, a short but defined moment of acknowledgment, sometimes he even reached out back, but today he drew away.

Yes, something was definitely wrong. And knowing Josh, he wouldn’t be as open about it to you as Tyler was, even if you had promised each other.

If Tyler had noticed, he had opted to ignore the tension, instead waiting for the two of you at the foot of the stage once the show was over, and throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Thanks for earlier,” he said, nudging his forehead against the side of yours, like a cat.

“Anytime,” you grinned, patting his back, while trying to subtly keep an eye on Josh. “Just next time, try not to squeeze me to death if you want to carry me around, okay?”

Tyler laughed. “Bridal style next time, roger that. Hey, Josh, you good?”

Josh shot the two of you a glance, his eyes lingering a moment too long on the way Tyler had his arm slung over your shoulder as if he weren’t used to the sight.

“Yeah,” he answered, and you didn’t have to look at Tyler to know you both didn’t believe the drummer.

“Good,” Tyler nodded, but he didn’t sound convinced as he stiffly drew his arm back.

“Guys, I’m so sorry-”

You were just accepting a bottle of water from a stagehand, when your incident number… three? Four? – you had lost count – begun developing in the form of your tour manager sprinting along. One might think the day was over and done for you once the music ended, but even though you were not responsible for clearing out the stage or loading the bus, there was always more happening. Some days it was interviews, other days it was meeting fans, and today it was whatever had your tour manager’s brows in a deep furrow. If there was one thing you had learnt over the years of being a member of Twenty One Pilots, it was that you didn’t want a situation where the tour manager had a furrow in their brow and you certainly didn't want to be the cause for that furrow.

“What’s wrong?” Tyler – a moment ago happy, goofy, cheerful post-show-Tyler – immediately turned serious and went straight into problem-solving-mode. You watched him for a moment longer. Oh yeah, you could see it. He was already working on his dad-mode, and the baby wasn’t even born yet. Good.

“The hotel messed up our rooms,” the tour manager admitted, running a hand through his sparce hair. “The rooms for the crew are all okay, but instead of three singles they gave us one single and one twin.”

“That’s three beds, where’s the problem,” you asked, quickly chugging down the contents of the water bottle you had been handed.

“I know you usually prefer your own rooms,” the tour manager said, glancing between Tyler, who was already relaxing as it was no world-ending problem you were facing, you, who screwed the empty bottle shut and handed it back to the stagehand, and Josh, who looked as brooding and dark as if he had just been told someone had stolen their equipment.

“That’s okay,” Tyler shrugged. “We’ll just pair up.” Encouragingly, he patted both yours and Josh’s back.

On the way to the bus, having made only a short stop at the changing rooms to grab your jackets, you agreed that Tyler and Josh would share the double room, so you got some quiet time, especially after the unlucky incident with the in-ears from the beginning of the show.

You had half-heartedly hoped Josh would find an excuse to let Tyler take the single room, so you and him could join, but he kept quiet, too quiet, throughout the whole conversation, and you knew better than to keep poking at him. He and Tyler were very different in that matter.

When something was wrong with Tyler and he didn’t tell you immediately, a safe way to get him to talk was to continue asking. Eventually he would blow up a little before confessing to what was on his mind. Josh, on the other hand, just shut you out. Either he talked because he wanted to, or not at all. Both Tyler and you had learnt that the hard way over the years, although you couldn’t remember the last time Josh had felt bad and not actively sought you out to share his thoughts.

The ride to the hotel took almost half an hour, and you desperately wished you would have taken a shower before leaving the venue. But Tyler seemed tired and with Josh being in that weird state he was in, you thought it was better to get both of them to bed quickly.

On the bus, you checked your phone, when suddenly a message by Tyler came in. He had sent a video from a fan account, and quickly putting on your headphones, you turned on the sound. It turned out that it was a video collage, cut together from an interview the three of you had given earlier that week. You still remembered a few of the questions, and the stupid stories you all had responded with to questions you hadn’t fancied answering honestly. What you also remembered were the comments Tyler had made, similar to the one he had shared with the crowd while Josh had helped you discuss with the stage manager. Almost every second sentence out of Tyler’s mouth had been something that implied that Josh and you were an item in the romantic sense.

The video was done in an admittedly funny way, cutting between Tyler’s shit-eating grin, Josh’s eyerolls and your embarrassed retorts.

While watching the video, you couldn’t help but notice the way Tyler’s comments that day hadn’t left Josh entirely unbothered either. You hadn’t seen it at the time, not having dared looking over to him too much, but on the video it was quite plain that he had blushed sometimes and – contrary to your assumption – looked over to you several times as if to check your reaction.

When you clicked back from the video, you saw the message Tyler had added.

“You’re sooo subtle”

You took off your headphones and selected the middle finger emoji as a response, earning a delighted giggle from deeper inside the bus before turning off your phone and glancing over to Josh who sat with folded legs on the sofa. He was typing around on his phone, the occasional pausing making it look like he was chatting with someone. Was he texting Tyler or maybe someone from his family? Or a woman?

Pushing the bitter thought out of your mind, you focused on the way the white light from his screen danced over his face, catching at his lips and lashes, painting long shadows on his skin. He was beautiful, you thought to yourself, with his dark curls, brown eyes, that soft smile that more often than not tucked on his lips.

Now it was replaced with varying stages of confusion, almost annoyance as if whoever he was communicating with was upsetting him. If he was texting a woman, maybe he should forget about her. No, that was a selfish though, driven only by the hope that he would pick up on your interest in him. Which in and of itself was weird enough. For years you had worked closely together with him, had shared the narrow backs of vans while driving through the country, had confessed secrets and crushes to each other, had teamed up against Tyler and given your heart and soul for the band. And for what? To fall in love with him after almost ten years? Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

“What the fuck, man,” Tyler poked his head out from the bunk bed area, shooting Josh a playful glare. “That’s so out of line.”

Josh seemed not as amused as Tyler. Apparently, it had been Tyler Josh had been texting with, and not some secret girlfriend.

“I told you to mind your own business,” Josh protested, still obviously in a bad mood.

“Alright, alright,” Tyler sighed, making his way over to sit next to you at the small table. “Change of topic: Jenna wants to call later and honestly I feel like I might need some alone time. You wouldn’t mind…”

He trailed off, expectantly looking at you.

“Change rooms,” you offered. ‘Alone time’ was pretty much the code word in the band for asking for a single room.

Tyler nodded, visibly relieved that you had caught on immediately. “That would be great-”

“Tyler-,” Josh sighed, sounding annoyed from where he was sitting on the sofa, as if Tyler had done exactly what Josh hadn’t wanted him to do.

“That is, if you’re willing to sleep next to Mr. Grumpy over there,” Tyler teased.

Looking over to Josh, you found he was already waiting for your reply. Something about him was different now from before, as if he were uncertain about our response or what he should hope you would answer. If it came down to you, you knew you would prefer sleeping next to Josh over your own room for the night. You still remembered all the nights you had spent more or less on top of one another on the backseats of vans or sharing sleeping bags on the living room floors of some family friends who happened to live in the city you were playing at. And sometimes you missed it, the way he had wrapped his arms around you casually, as if you were a plushie he needed to be able to sleep, or how you had watched his eyes flicker underneath his closed lids while sleep evaded you.

Raising your eyebrows at him, you signalled him wordlessly that it would be okay for you, and he shrugged back.

“Not like I get much of a choice,” he grumbled, averting his gaze.

His reply lodged a sting in your chest. Whatever had happened between him helping you to get your back-up in-ears and now seemed not to go away any time soon, and where you usually would have looked forward to sharing a room with him, you now wondered how much worse his mood could get.

The hotel was one of the big business hotels that looked the same in every city. Tyler got off the elevator a few floors before you, leaving Josh and you as the last ones in the enclosed space. He wore an oversized hoodie, night bag slung over his shoulder while avoiding your eyes.

“Did you have a fight with anyone,” you asked carefully. “You usually are only this quiet when you had a disagreement with Tyler…”

Josh exhaled loudly and shook his head. “No, we’re good. Just… some thoughts.”

“Wanna share?”

“Not now.”

“Fair enough,” you shrugged, watching the electronic numbers counting up the floors. “I’m here if you need me.”

Josh hummed and for a moment silence fell between you, before he spoke up again. “Were your ears okay for the rest of the show?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “The back-ups are never quite as good as the real ones, but at least I didn’t feel like my brain was seeping out through my ears.”

Josh scoffed. “That stage manager though- what’s his name?”

“Uhm…”

“Can’t wait until he’s gone. I hate that they just switched him in without any of us knowing who he is. And honestly, he should learn how to respect you more.”

“I agree with you there,” you sighed, completely understanding Josh’s frustration, both about not having been taken seriously and having been assigned a stage manager without ever meeting him before the first show.

“I was so close to blowing up in his face,” Josh admitted, a hint of shame swinging in his voice.

“You and me both, Josh, you and me both.”

Gently you boxed his arm, too late remembering that he hadn’t been in the best mood before. But instead of pulling away, he turned to look at you and sent you a tight smile; tight not because of you but because of the manager.

Your room was on the highest floor of the building, allowing you a nice view over the city through the huge window, before Josh turned on the lights. The moment of wonder at the lights glittering beyond the glass was only short lived though, when you saw the size of the bed.

“I thought they said it was a twin bedroom,” asked Josh, standing behind you in the door, glancing over your shoulder.

There were in fact not two beds, as the description of a ‘twin bed room’ would have suggested. Instead, it was a double bed, and not a big one at that.

“Should we- should we go ask for a different room,” you asked hesitantly. If you were being honest, the idea to share a bed with Josh made you giddy with excitement, but at the same time you hated the thought he might be uncomfortable.

“’s okay for me,” he offered, walking past you into the small room.

“Well, then.” You followed him, dropping your own bag off on one of the chairs, and hung your jacket up on a hanger.

“Do you want the door or the window side of the bed,” Josh asked, looking around the room. There was hardly any place to stand, the bed so close to the outside wall of the building that the window side was hardly accessible. Other than that, the room offered little more than a table with two chairs, a mini fridge and a small tv.

“Window,” you decided, and he nodded, throwing his own bag on the side of the bed closer to the door.

Sneaking a glance into the small bathroom you asked: “Do you wanna shower first?”

Josh looked back at you over his shoulder, his eyes flickering momentarily to the bathroom door.

“If that’s alright with you,” he asked back, and when you just nodded, he quickly pulled some sleepwear from his bag and headed for the bathroom.

While you heard the shower being turned on, you began grabbing your own clothes from your bag, and sat down on one of the chairs, looking out of the window as good as the reflection allowed. For a moment you considered turning off the ceiling lights, but you felt too tired to move around much more.

Instead, you allowed the racing thoughts in your head for a moment to scream as much as they liked, drowning out even the sound of the shower and the air conditioning.

The week had been exhausting, and you were grateful that there was no show tomorrow, even if that meant you had no real outlet for the frustration in your system. After Tyler had sent you the video earlier, you couldn’t help but replay all the other comments in your head, which he had made throughout the week.

There were countless teases about Josh and you, about how you made a good team, about how cute you’d be together. Then he had suddenly removed himself from situations, leaving Josh and you alone over breakfast or in the lounge of the bus. You had enjoyed these times, the conversation between Josh and you always flowing smoothly, and the first two days you hadn’t thought much about Tyler’s sudden disappearances.

Until the interview where the video had been taken.

He had been bolder then, suggesting time and time again that something was going on between Josh and you. You had almost forgotten about these interviews, the one where the video had been taken not being the only one where Tyler had been in this mischievous mood. But the first evening with your broken in-ears had made things difficult to focus on much else. Then there was Josh’s strange behaviour ever since you had comforted Tyler after ‘Neon Gravestones’, and Tyler once again making sure Josh and you were spending time together by making you stay in the same room.

Was he setting you up?

The idea was ridiculous for so many reasons. First of all, you were bandmates. If something happened between Josh and you, and it ended badly, the integrity of the band was at risk. Secondly, he was doomed to fail from the beginning on, considering you were the only one interested.

Admittedly, you had no way to check if Josh might feel the same. God forbid, you would simply ask him ‘Hey Josh, are you interested in me romantically?’ Then again, you wouldn’t put it past Tyler to have asked that question for you.

Your thoughts got interrupted by Josh calling your name, and a moment later the bathroom door creaked open.

“Already done,” you asked, turning around after seeing him poke his head out.

“I forgot my shampoo,” he admitted. “Could I borrow yours?”

“Sure. Wait-” Getting up from your spot on the chair, you quickly grabbed the bag with shampoo, shower gel, conditioner and all the other small things you needed in the shower and walked over to the bathroom.

Josh stood half behind the door, towel wrapped around his hips, water dripping out of his dark curls and running over his bare chest. It was stupid, really stupid, just as stupid your little crush (haha, little, as if) on him was, but something about him coming from fresh under the shower was more attractive than it should have been.

You had seen him shirtless countless times. He made sure to remove it several times each show. You had seen him with nothing on but pyjama pants. You had seen him in the swimming pool, as wet as he was now, wearing only a pair of colourful swimming trunks. But now, seeing him standing in the bathroom, dripping wet like a puppy that had fallen into a pool, that was what made your heart skip a beat? You could only hope your thoughts weren’t displayed too openly on your face.

“Feel free to use whatever you need,” you offered him, holding out the bag, and he shot you a quick smile, taking the bag, but he didn’t close the bathroom door before you had turned around.

You tried going back to your thoughts, trying to sort them further, but their insistent screaming from before had dimmed to a consistent humming that now got overshadowed by the image of Josh, dripping wet, standing in the bathroom door. How pathetic could you be, getting thrown so out of your train of thoughts simply from seeing one of your best friends shirtless after having seen him shirtless the majority of nights for the past months? Then again, to your defence, objectively speaking: Josh was hot. That wasn’t just you. That was a fact.

Josh only took another few minutes before he was finished in the bathroom, leaving you to take your turn with the shower. You almost regretted a little that Josh had forgotten his shampoo, because now the bathroom smelled like your products instead of like his.

Just like Josh you quickly rinsed of, cleaning yourself enough to wash off tonight’s sweat and dust without taking too much time, before you dried off, brushed teeth, and joined Josh back in the room. He seemed to have rubbed his hair dry, because it was almost completely dry and very tousled by the time you packed your bathroom bag away.

Josh was sitting on the bed, legs folded, fiddling with a string from his pyjama pants. He had done you the favour of throwing on a t-shirt as well, one that was almost a little oversized, even for him, and made him look uncharacteristically lost. When he glanced up at you, there was an unfamiliar vulnerability in his eyes, but you knew that he wanted to talk about whatever he hadn’t been ready to share before. One look at him was all it took for you to understand that.

“I know it’s late,” he began, as he watched you pack your bag to the degree that would allow you to quickly change your clothes tomorrow morning and leave without much more packing to do. “But… can we talk?”

That was what you had been waiting for.

Abandoning the bag, you joined Josh sitting on the bed, and for a few moments he just looked at you.

“Do you wanna turn off the lights,” you offered, knowing how sometimes it helped Josh when the lights weren’t quite as bright. He had told you once, dimmer lights made him feel less exposed.

Instead of answering you verbally, he leant over to his bedside table and turned on the small lamp there, before he switched off the main lights. Immediately the room got bathed in a soft orange hue, but Josh still seemed as tense as before.

“How’re your ears now,” he asked suddenly.

Distraction. Easing into it. You knew he’d ask something like that.

“Didn’t you ask me that already,” you reminded him, keeping the tone light, but not denying him an answer either way. “They were humming a little bit for the rest of the show, but I’m good now.”

Josh nodded, keeping his eyes on your face as if he were trying to memorise it down to the last detail. Without warning he suddenly reached out, cupping your chin the same way he had done earlier that night backstage, reminding you of the nickname he had given you then. His hands were warm, and a little rough, but his grip gentle as he slightly turned your head, first to the left, then to the right, as if he expected blood to seep from your ears.

“You sure you’re okay,” he asked again, and you nodded.

“Are you?”

Slowly his hand fell away from your face, leaving a rapidly cooling imprint of the feeling of his fingers on your skin, and his eyes fixed back on his hands.

“What was going on with Tyler today,” he asked, instead of an answer.

So, he did want to talk, you concluded, he just didn’t know how?

“He suddenly got worried about his little one,” you answered, closely watching Josh’s face.

His mouth twitched and he looked up to your eyes again.

“He’s so concerned already.”

“He loves the little one,” you told Josh, who only hummed. Again silence settled over you and again it was Josh who broke it.

“Tyler and I had a conversation recently.” There you were. This was what had been weighing down on Josh. Nervously he focused back on the string that he now twisted around his index finger. “We were talking about the band, and our future, and he said something I never thought about, but really agree with.”

Expectantly you watched Josh, noticing how shallow his breathing was. He was almost panicking, you realized, so you reached out a hand, leaving it hovering over his knee, not touching him until he nodded, even though he didn’t meet your eyes. Gently you placed your hand on his knee, his warmth immediately seeping through the soft fabric of his pyjama pants into your palm.

“What did you agree on,” you asked carefully, hoping your own nervousness was not audible in the way you were talking. But being able to provide an anchor for Josh, being able to help him in some tiny way helped you distract from yourself.

“We were talking about how we’ve always been a band that was honest. And if we couldn’t be honest as ourselves, we put on masks. Oscar Wilde style.”

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth,” you recalled the famous quote.

Josh nodded. “But some parts of ourselves, that stop us from being honest, can’t be hidden underneath masks, you know,” he continued. “I asked, how we should deal with these things, especially if they become a threat to the band.”

“What kind of threat?”

Josh thought for a moment, untwirling the yarn from his finger before wrapping it around another one. “Like breaking up. If there were a problem so big, we couldn’t keep going, wouldn’t it be our responsibility to avoid creating such a problem?”

“Generally, yes,” you agreed, “unless it goes against who we are as people. If avoiding this problem means, we’re no longer true to ourselves, wouldn’t it be the honest thing to do, to walk up to the problem, admit we can’t solve it and if the band breaks because of that, then at least we stayed true to ourselves and the fans.”

Josh inhaled shakily. “That’s what Tyler said, too. That’s what I think, too. He said, we as people can’t tell our fans to live life on their conditions, only to throw ours away to obey whatever expectations the world places on our shoulders as a band.”

“That wouldn’t be very honest, no,” you agreed.

“So, do you think, if there is something I feel I should do, even if it might risk the band, I should do it?”

Biting your lip you considered Josh’s question. He was still not looking at you, still playing with the string in his fingers. It almost sounded like he was trying to hand over the responsibility of the decision to you, although you were certain he had already made his choice.

“I think,” you said slowly, “that we’ve been playing together for almost ten years now, and I’ve known you for even longer than that. We’re not so easily torn apart, and if you think you should do it, then do it.”

Josh didn’t answer, just stared at his hands before suddenly looking up to you. The light from the bedside table hit him from behind, making his messy curls glow golden while casting a shadow over his face. But the intensity in his beautiful brown eyes was not lost on you, actually made you hold your breath. And then, as if the words were so easy to admit, he said: “I’ve fallen in love with you.”

You stared at him.

It would be a lie to claim you hadn’t secretly dreamt of hearing those words from his lips, but being faced with a wide-eyed Josh, who so obviously feared rejection, made things so much more difficult. You wished you could simply tell him you felt the same and that you wanted to try what being with him would be like, but after all the time, months, almost years, of keeping your growing affection locked away, it was impossible to find the right words now.

“I told Tyler about it,” Josh continued, averting his eyes once more, but now his fingers had ceased their fidgeting. “He said I needed to tell you.”

Deafening silence settled over you. The rushing of blood in your ears drowned out the humming of the air conditioning. You needed to say something, or do something, anything to signal Josh that you were not rejecting him, but all you could think about was that it didn’t make sense for someone as gentle and warm as him to fall in love with someone like you.

“You’re in love with me?”

His eyes snapped back to you. “Yes,” he confirmed. Simple. Clear. Leaving no doubt. “Is that so hard to believe?"

You blinked at him, your mind feeling like a car that had raced onto an ice patch at full speed: surprisingly quiet, and completely out of control.

“It is to me,” you admitted. “I’m not the kind of person people fall in love with.”

“I did,” Josh immediately disagreed. “I do.”

Slowly it began feeling like you were regaining control over your limbs, so you carefully lifted your hand and brought it up to Josh’s cheek. There was no hesitation in his expression as he closed his eyes and nuzzled into your palm. His skin was soft and warm, a little scratchy where he needed to shave tomorrow, but familiar and safe.

“I’m in love with you too,” you admitted quietly, leaning in closer until your forehead rested against his.

Josh’s breath hitched and he shifted, nudging his nose against yours sweetly.

“Can I kiss you,” he asked, sounding out of breath, his voice barely a whisper between you.

You couldn’t help the smile that tucked at your lips as you whispered back: “Yes, please.”

He didn’t hesitate to close the gap, pressing his lips to yours while bringing his hands to your waist, holding onto you. His kiss was demanding, but soft, and you could feel him shiver when you ran your hand along his jaw, down his neck and into his hair. It made you feel better about the way your heart was hammering in your throat, and the heat that crept up your neck and into your cheeks.

Kissing Josh felt exactly like you had imagined it to feel, safe and warm and like he actually cared for you, but at the same time it was nothing like you had imagined it either. He tasted of mint from his toothpaste, leaving the sweetness of his lips seem like a second layer, hidden by the first. You could smell your body wash on him, and a surge of possessiveness flashed through you, making you press closer to him, grabbing him a little tighter and earning you an appreciative hum that you swore would have almost made you faint.

When Josh pulled away, his cheeks were flushed and his pupils blown wide.

“I didn’t expect that to actually ever happen,” he admitted slightly breathless and with a fond grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to lay down next to him. On the narrow bed, you were grateful he held you this close, keeping both of you from falling off the edge on your respective sides. At least you could use the size of the bed as a valid excuse to stay in his arms.

“Tyler did,” you suddenly realized. “Tyler expected it to happen. You told him in the beginning of the week, didn’t you? He’s been weird ever since. And you’ve been jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” Josh denied, burying his face into your neck. His warm breath made goosebumps raise on your skin.

“You definitely were jealous, when I checked up on Tyler today, and when he carried me back to stage,” you reminded him, unable to supress the teasing grin that pulled at your lips; lips on which you could still taste his. “And in that interview on Wednesday, when that guy complimented me.”

“Okay, maybe I was a bit jealous,” he admitted.

“No need to be,” you smiled, shifting to press a kiss against his hair. “I wasn’t really paying attention to anyone but you anyway.”

You could feel Josh smile against your skin, and his arms tightening around you a little more. And when you fell asleep, you couldn’t help but think that this development maybe made up for the week you had had. Perhaps you should thank Tyler for his obnoxious but eventually successful attempts to get you alone-time with Josh. How soon he would get to hear that thank-you depended entirely on how smug he’d be about the news though.

[soupiiiie]

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

Rewarding

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.

[yourimagines]

Hi!

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

I love your work, take care!

I really love their new song, overcompensate.

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

Pressure

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Dark, Angsty, Swearing and Fluff

Y/n POV

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

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

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

Tyler POV

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

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

Me: need really your opinion on this one 👌🏻

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

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

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

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

——— Release Day Overcompensate ———

Y/N POV

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

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

[when-worlds-end]

Clancy!Tyler Joseph x F!Reader [18+]

All the sunshine boy can ask is, "how do you navigate?" And all the sunset girl can say is, "easy, I disassociate."

MASTERLIST | INTRODUCTION | CHAPTER ONE

AUTHOR NOTES

Yep... my obsession with TOP has bled from their music into the lore of Clancy, Torchbearer, Dema, and Trench... I hope you also enjoy this contribution to the lack of TOP fanfictions we currently have!!

The lore of Trench and Dema are still shrouded in shadow... so until Tyler Joseph comes out about the true lore... I am operating under the belief that after the original Clancy commits vialism, Tyler takes on the mantle of Clancy to continue his legacy.

Updates will be slow because I've put so much time into the planning of this story and every chapter needs to be as perfect as it can be... I'll post little blurbs/sneak peeks every so often!!

If you wanna read the non-reader-insert version of this story, click the Wattpad link (I like the websites formatting) : WIP because I haven't published it yet...

[skywwwalker]

Something about birthday’s + confessions is nice to me i think so here you go:

Celebrating Josh’s birthday! MWAHAHAHAHAHA THE ROT IS STEALING MY SOUL anyway i am thinking about celebrating Josh’s birthday. Maybe you guys are on tour when it happens, Tyler flailing around on stage, Josh drumming like he was leading an army to battle, and you screamed along with Tyler as you surfed the crowd atop a mattress.

And then maybe before Tyler starts the next song, he captures the audience as you are brought to the stage by the hands of your laughing fans. “So, as you know, we have a birthday today!” Tyler’s giddy voice made you laugh as you reached the stage and accepted his hand. He pulled you to your feet and handed you the mic, glancing over at Josh.

“And as tradition has it, we gotta sing the birthday chant to make that little guy over there keep growing! Sing it with me my friends,” you said, leading the crowd into the ‘Happy Birthday’ song.

And then i’m thinking maybe Josh bounded over to his favorite people ever and threw an arm around each of your shoulders as the crowd of people were delighted to sing a song to him. “Thank you,” he said into your ear over the crowd, earning himself a bright smile from you. Sweat dripped from you whole body but so was everyone so Josh didn’t mind when you rested your head against his body as the crowd cheered. 

“Okay you little lovebirds,” is what i think Tyler would say as the ovation was over. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

And then I think later after the show when you’re on the way to the suite booked by the manager, you’re looking for a bottle of water when Josh puts one in your line of sight. He puts one in Tyler’s lap- though he’s too busy texting Jenna to notice right away- and leans back in his seat by you. He rests his eyes for a minute while you absolutely house that water. “Thank you guys.”

You finish your water and pull at your still sweaty shirt. “For what, J?”

Tyler peers pver at Josh. “What’s up, man?”

“I just- Today was awesome. Playing with you will never get old. I’m so glad to spend the day with my favorite people doing, you know, what I love,” Josh would probably shrug a little, knowing exactly how cheesy he sounded. “And then having you both sing… thank you. For it all.”

You smile so fondly at Josh he feels his heart physically crack because what he really wants to say is “You’ve been with me since I joined and you have seen my highs and lows and loved me like Tyler has but I want secretly want you to love me in a different way and I want you to love me in the way that when you see me you feel like your heart will carve itself out of your chest to get to me because that’s exactly what happens to me when i see you” but you know, he can’t.

Tyler sighs. “Dude stop saying this cute emotional stuff when I’m all sweaty and disgusting. I’m going to force you into a group hug when we’re all clean! I just hope we get there soo- we’re here!”

You and Josh laugh as Tyler hauls ass to go shower. “Just for the record, I do have some stuff baked for you. Tyler help with the cookies- they were his idea, actually- and was super proud of them so make sure you gush over them for a while.”

Josh laughs. “I will,” he says as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “What did you make?”

“It’s a surprise! Jeez, Dun. Greedy much?” You chuckle, pressing the button to the floor that Tyler had sprinted to.

You yawned and closed your eyes. Leaning your head against Josh’s sturdy form, you felt like telling him would be a good idea. Telling him that you thought of him as more than a band mate was growing more appealing as he insisted on staying by your side. But just as you opened your mouth, the elevator dinged and you were on your floor!

Oh well. Maybe you’d tell him later. Or never. Josh urged you into the hall and towards your room. “Good job tonight, y/n. I’m proud of you,” he said, unlocking the door for you. “If you’re up for it, Tyler and I’ll be up for a while. Probably. If you’re too tired,” Josh said through a yawn as he leaned on the door frame, “then that would be a good night. Fare well, good lady.” He bowed dramatically, heart pounding dangerously as you giggled. You pulled him up by the collar and gently shoved him out the door.

“I’m bringing your food after I shower, Joshua Dun. Go clean up, you stink,” you say, smiling as you shut the door.

Tyler raises an eyebrow as Josh steps into the room. “So?”

Josh stops. Blinks. “So…?”

A heaving sigh. An eye roll. “Dude are you serious? You haven’t told her? I gave you the perfect time!”

“Oh that’s what that was?” Josh exhales and drops to the floor. “What do I do, man? She was like… leaning on me and stuff and- dude, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“It’s not like you should tell her or anything,” Tyler grumbles. “Okay. Josh. Trust me when I tell you if you just talked to her, you’ll… feel better.”

Josh groaned. “‘Feel better’? Really?”

“Aayeah!” Tyler answered enthusiastically. “Now please, go get clean, birthday boy! And get ready for those birthday spankin’s!”

Sighing, Josh rose from the floor with a groan. “Okay.” 

Only thirty-five minutes and three showers later, the trio reunited in Tyler and Josh’s hotel room. You knocked and Josh found himself racing to the door, hoping that it was you. You brandished a cake with beautiful frosted flowers and even a few decorative paper frogs taped to toothpicks. ‘Josh’s Day!’ was iced in a teal color in the middle with three smiling stick figures holding hands. Josh, naturally, was in the middle with a crown- Tyler on the right and you on the left.

“Do you like it?” You asked. Josh had been standing- observing- very carefully for eternity. Tyler even swaggered over, fawning over the detailing. When he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, you whipped the bag of cookies from behind your back and handed it to a squealing Tyler. “J?”

The birthday boy in question looked up slowly and his eyes flitted from your eyes to your lips to the cake. “Y/n. I love it. Come on.” His hand rested on your back as he moved you forward to close the door and guide you to the kitchen of the suite.

Josh insisted on cutting the cake; saying how you’d gone to too much trouble to worry about cutting it. Josh also took three of the little cookies Tyler made, admiring each cookie respectively before destroying the little creature in one bite.

So that’s how you found yourself here, on the hotel couch, sitting between Josh and Tyler watching some movie Josh picked out while you and Ty were debating about the kind of tea you would be trying the next day. After yawning dramatically, Tyler patted your knee and ruffled Josh’s hair. “I bid you my goodbyes, friend and family member.”

“I-I’m the family member, right?” Josh asked. When Tyler didn’t answer, you chuckled. “Right? Tyler. Right?”

Tyler giggled mischievously. “Whatever you say, buddy!”

You laughed out loud as Tyler shot the both of you a winning smile and went to his bedroom. Josh’s lip jutted out. “Aww, Josh, it’s okay. Sometimes you just need to realize your competition,” you offered while rubbing his back consolingly.

He squinted at you before launching: fingers poking your sides, tickling your sides, and making you squirm. “Funny now?” He asked through his own laughs, catching your hands as you started swinging. His fingers danced over your stomach before he stopped to catch his breath. And that’s when he noticed… you. Under him with your chest heaving and your wrists restrained by Josh’s large hand above your head. Was it him or where you looking at his lips?

“Hey Josh?” You croaked after a few minutes of silence. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips- looking more delicate and delicious being lit bu the soft glow of the television.

His chest rumbled as Josh hummed. His hips were hovering just over yours and the silence made him very aware of that fact.

“I need you to kiss me or tell me go to my room.”

Josh’s lips fell to yours, hot and restless and explosive. He removed his hand from your wrists and came to the back of your neck to mould your mouth even closer to his- if that was even possible. Your own fingers slid up the nape of Josh’s neck to grip his curls. A whine escaped his throat and boy howdy did you eat that up.

Idk. Maybe maybe maybe. Maybe Josh pulled away first because he needed air, but as a professional singer you could’ve gone another solid thirty seconds without air. Maybe Josh rested his forhead against yours and closed his eyes because if he saw that look in your eyes he’s implode. Maybe Josh murmured ‘best birthday ever’ before kissing you again. Maybe. Idk. Im not there. 

[blurryalyssa]

The Basement

Josh Dun x Reader

Summary: your brother lets twenty one pilots sleep in his basement and he didn’t tell you.

This is my first fic! Requests are open :)

“Before we play this last song can we sleep in somebody’s basement tonight?” Tyler asked the small crowd.

The question that started it all.

At the show of two upcoming musicians in your hometown this particular question inspired your brother to raise his hand high and proud to allow his favorite band sleep in his basement for the night.

“Thanks man. Let’s give it up for the kind gentleman in the crowd” Tyler joked receiving laughs from the crowd.

That night you were asleep while your brother was letting the boys in the house. Your parents were out on vacation and left the two of you alone for the weekend, trusting you wouldn’t trash the house.

While you were deep asleep, your brother was letting the two boys inside. He was excited to have his favorite band so close to him.

They ended up starting a conversation that went on for hours, but the fact that you also lived in the house never came up. Your brother was hypnotized by talking with the boys that got him through so many rough time.

So it was surprising to see the tall curly haired man looking inside your fridge the next morning. You grabbed the frying pan you were going to use to cook your breakfast on and held it with both hands in case you needed to defend yourself. You looked outside, a black van parked in your driveway along with your brothers car.

Did someone break in?

Josh was just thirsty and he took your brothers words to feel at home to heart.

“Uhh should I be worried?” You said in concern after snatching the frying pan resting on your kitchen counter. You were terrified of this stranger in your kitchen, looking into your fridge. “JACK!” You yelled out for your brother.

Josh flinched, he shouldn’t have gotten out of the basement. Instantly, he regretted not waiting for Tyler to wake up. But he needed something to drink, he wasn’t excepting to see you.

You held onto the frying pan handle tighter, getting ready to swing at the stranger, but when he turned around you nearly dropped it.

Josh closed the fridge and turned around to look at you. He was embarrassed, he shouldn’t have opened the fridge without asking to begin with.

“This is a misunderstanding please don’t scream. I’m sorry.” Josh said, trying to calm you down. He walked towards you slowly to not startle you any more. “Hi, I’m Josh. Your brother let my bandmate and I sleep in his basement for the night. I know that sounds terrible. Jack didn’t tell us there was someone else living here I’m sorry it was out of line of me to come upstairs to get water from your fridge. This looks wrong we can leave right now” Josh explained. It sort of made sense, Jack had friends over all the time but he always let you know.

“Bandmate? Who are you?“ You set the frying pan on the stove, understanding the situation. Part of you believed the story from the handsome stranger.

“Josh I’m the drummer of twenty one pilots” Josh said with a friendly smile.

The name of the band sounded familiar. Your brother had been obsessed with the band for years, he always tried to get you into them but it never worked. You only heard a few songs and you didn’t care to see who the band members were.

“That’s the show he went to last night..” you said to yourself and Josh nodded. “Jack needs to stop acting like he owns this house” you said with disappointment of your older brother’s actions. “Hi, I’m y/n I’m jacks sister” You said, extending your hand to shake.

Even though you were wearing your sleeping robe and had mismatch fuzzy socks and you haven’t tamed your bed head yet, Josh saw something cozy in you. At the moment you were shaking hands, he finally took the time to really look at you.

His soft smile and crinkled eyes made you feel like as if you were dreaming at that moment. You weren’t used to seeing attractive strangers at 8 in the morning raiding your fridge. Josh had an angelic presence that was out of place inside your house.

“Those are so sick” Your eyes landed on the colorful tattoos adorning his arm. It wasn’t just ink on his arm, each tattoo had a life of its own. Tattoos have always been interesting to you, even though you had never thought about getting ones. Needles are scary. After shaking hands you dropped his hand and ran your index along one tattoo on his arm. “Oh sorry” you flinched with a nervous smile.

“You’re fine. Thank you” He just smiled and shook his head.

“Are you hungry? I was about to make breakfast” You said turning on the stove, and opening the cabinet to take out the cooking oil.

“I would love that thank you” Josh nodded. “Can I help you?”

“No need. You can sit and tell me more about your band or tattoos either one” You suggested pointing at the chair of your kitchen island. “How do you like your eggs?” You asked taking out the eggs in your fridge with a bottle of water. “Here”

Josh smiled opening the bottle of water. “Scrambled please” He replied.

You made yourself and Josh breakfast that morning, while you listened to him talk about the band and his tattoos. He was very passionate about what he did which made his stories so interesting to listen to. Josh was also a good storyteller and pretty to look at.

You were both sitting on the dining table of your kitchen. Your plate of scrambled eggs with hash browns were untouched because all you could focus on was Josh’s amazing stories. Resting your head on your palm, you were looking at him wide eyed, enjoying every second of it. You were learning so much about him and you just wanted to find out more.

It was going so well until you were interrupted by your brother.

“Gross” Your brother nearly gagged.

[bisexualtwinkk]

hey I wrote a fic about tyler! I know that there are few so I wanted to write one! here it is!

[oldiesstationlover11607]

twenty one pilots masterlist #1

Tyler Joseph/blurryface/clancy

Weak - Tyler Joseph/Blurryface

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

For you + part 2

Can you just be an adult about this for once?

Cookies

Number 16 Cotton Candy + part 2 - Clancy x Reader

In-Ears

Alter Ego - Blurryface

Fairly Local - Blurryface

Cover

Sleep

Bad Date

Flirt

Jealous

Radio interview

Taco Bell Day

Escape - Clancy

Breakup

Elevator

Sick

O-H

It's a good day - Clancy

Xmas stream

Backstage + part 2

Smithereens

School Project + part 2

Haunted Bus

Timeline

Off Limits - Dun!Reader

Spookyface

Ghostbuster

Sneak Out

Escape - Clancy x Male!Reader

You're gonna get sick

I shouldn't have come - Blurryface

Olympian

Gone - Bishop!Clancy x Bandito!Reader

The Good Morning Show

Crazy Shirt - GN!Reader

Dark Kingdom - Prince!Clancy x Peasant!Reader

Pulling me closer

Drinks

Panic

Josh Dun/Torchbearer

Neighbours

Stressed

Copycat

Secret Relationship + Part 2 - Joseph!Reader

Promise

We're Going Back - Torchbearer

Drum Lessons

Irrational

Lore

Anniversary Date - Torchbearer

First Kiss

Kids

Study

Spooky Jim + part 2

Pushing me away

Tease - fluff + Tyler!

Taken - Torchbearer

Barrier Kisses

Disney Day

Torchbearer w a newborn - Headcannons

Movie Night

Faking it

Little Bishop

Petals - Torchbearer

Pre-banditos Torchbearer - Headcannons

Star Stickers - Torchbearer

WWWY

Not in the mood

Surprise Concert

Painting

The Bleachers

Premiere

Hickey Queen

Stoic - Torchbearer

Josh w reader on their period - Headcannons

Never got over you

Reunion

Josh Dun + Tyler Joseph

Prank War - Dun!Reader

Daughter Series - Part 1 + Part 2 + Part 3 + Part 4 + Part 5

Gaming

Real Thing + Part 2 - Vampire tøp

Apocalypse + Part 2 - (Zombie Apocalypse AU)

You look scared - Serial killer/Scream AU

[ret1cent]

⊹₊⟡⋆intro⊹₊⟡⋆

hi! i like to keep my identity anonymous with my writing but you can call me star 🌟 i’m 18 and my pronouns are she/they.

i have a lot of interests but my two main interests right now are twenty one pilots and life is strange so those are the fandoms i’ll be writing for on here! my main focus right now is my josh dun x reader series called the space between.

within these fandoms i’ll write/be willing to write:

tøp

-josh dun x reader

-tyler joseph x reader

josh x tyler

-tyler x josh x reader

life is strange

-chloe price x reader

-rachel amber x reader

-amberprice

-amberprice x reader

-sean diaz x reader (older sean ofc)

-ryan lucan x reader

-perhaps amberpricefield

my requests are open :) i’m pretty open to whatever and do write smut (and always fluff!) i’m willing to write anything as long as nothing is illegal or super kink specific in niche regards.

once i accumulate more writing i’ll make a full masterlist!

[the-jetset-lifes-gonna-kill-me]

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ𖤐ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛꜱ

LAST UPDATED: 9/07/25

genres:

— SEXUAL OR MATURE CONTENT ✦

— FLUFF ♡

— ANGST ✶

ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 series

COMING SOON…

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 oneshots

[ ✦ ] — ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴊᴀɴᴇ (ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ)…

[TYLER JOSEPH X JOSH DUN X AFAB!READER]

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 summery: TYLER HAS BEEN FEELING A LITTLE LEFT OUT LATELY, SO HE ASKS IF HE CAN JOIN IN ON YOU AND JOSH’S SMOKE SESH. AFTER FINDING OUT WHAT YOU TWO REALLY GET UP TO WHEN HE’S NOT THERE, YOU AND JOSH NEED TO FIND A WAY TO MAKE TYLER FEEL MORE INCLUDED.

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 warnings: 18+ CONTENT, MDNI, NO USE OF Y/N, AFAB!READER, PORN WITH NO PLOT, THREESOMES, SEX WHILE HIGH, FEELINGS ARE FELT ON ALL THREE SIDES, EVERYONE IS INCREDIBLY DOWN BAD.

[ ♡ ] — ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀɪꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ…

[TYLER JOSEPH X GN!READER]

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 summery: YOU AND TYLER HAVE THE SAME ROUTINE EVERY MORNING.

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 warnings: NO USE OF Y/N, GN!READER, PURE FLUFF, DOMESTIC BLISS, I GUESS ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, SHORT AND SWEET.

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 headcanons

COMING SOON…

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ᴊᴏꜱʜ ᴅᴜɴ

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 series

COMING SOON…

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 oneshots

[ ✦ ] — ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴊᴀɴᴇ (ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ)…

[TYLER JOSEPH X JOSH DUN X AFAB!READER]

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 summery: TYLER HAS BEEN FEELING A LITTLE LEFT OUT LATELY, SO HE ASKS IF HE CAN JOIN IN ON YOU AND JOSH’S SMOKE SESH. AFTER FINDING OUT WHAT YOU TWO REALLY GET UP TO WHEN HE’S NOT THERE, YOU AND JOSH NEED TO FIND A WAY TO MAKE TYLER FEEL MORE INCLUDED.

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 warnings: 18+ CONTENT, MDNI, NO USE OF Y/N, AFAB!READER, PORN WITH NO PLOT, THREESOMES, SEX WHILE HIGH, FEELINGS ARE FELT ON ALL THREE SIDES, EVERYONE IS INCREDIBLY DOWN BAD.

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 headcanons

COMING SOON…

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ᴄʟᴀɴᴄʏ

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 series

[ ✦ ] — ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ…

[CLANCY X AFAB!READER]

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 summery: YOU AND CLANCY CAN NEVER COME TO AN AGREEMENT, ARGUING ENDLESSLY ABOUT STRATEGY. YOU PUSHED EACH OTHERS BUTTONS AND NEVER CAME TO A CONCISE MIDDLE, INSTEAD LEAVING MORE LOST AND ANGRIER THAN YOU HAD BEEN GOING INTO THE ARGUMENT. THAT IS UNTIL ONE DAY YOU GO A LITTLE TOO FAR.

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 warnings: 18+ CONTENT, MDNI, NO USE OF Y/N, AFAB!READER, PORN WITH VERY LITTLE PLOT, HATE SEX, ENEMIES TO LOVERS ISH, THE FILTHIEST THING IVE WRITTEN SO FAR.

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 oneshots

[ ✦ ] — ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴇ…

[CLANCY X AFAB!READER]

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 summery: TOMORROW COULD VERY LIKELY BE YOUR LAST DAY ALIVE. YOU CAN’T SLEEP, YOUR REGRETS AND UNSPOKEN FEELINGS ARE KEEPING YOU AWAKE. IT JUST SO HAPPENS THAT THE ROOT OF YOUR INSOMNIA CAN’T SLEEP EITHER.

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 warnings: 18+ CONTENT, MDNI, NO USE OF Y/N, AFAB!READER, PORN WITH BARELY ANY PLOT, CONFESSIONS, LOWKEY JUST PURE FIFLTH.

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 headcanons

COMING SOON…

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ᴛᴏʀᴄʜʙᴇᴀʀᴇʀ

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 series

COMING SOON…

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 oneshots

COMING SOON…

— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 headcanons

COMING SOON…

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[soupiiiie]

this isnt QUITE an x reader request but could you do like a platonic comfort thing?? where josh or even both of them comfort the reader when they have a panic attack or feel bad or something??

Crowded

Platonic!Tøp x reader

word count: 930

!warning! : panic attack

Everyone was buzzing for the upcoming concert to kick off the tour. Crew were rushing back and forth to make sure everything was in order, Tyler and Josh were practicing their instruments to make sure they had everything down before going onstage. In 45 minutes the show would start, the crowd was vibrating with excitement. You sat in the green room with the boys watching them nervously practice when you got bored and decided to do something to pass the time. You stood and both boys glanced at you with questioning looks, “I’m gonna go say hi to some of the fans, maybe get something to drink, I’ll be back in a bit.” They nodded and went back to practicing and preparing.

You walked down the halls of the venue down to the pit and waved at some of the security guards on the way. When you emerged from the side of the pit, some fans saw you and cheered while waving at you. You had been friends with Tyler and Josh since Tyler started the band, you helped them with music videos, song writing, lore, they thought of you as the secret third member. The fans loved you and always loved meeting you as well as the band. 

When you walked toward the barricade, said hi to some people and took pictures with them. Some of them had gifts which they gave to you and you put in a bag that someone had given you. You loved meeting everyone and seeing the people that supported your favorite people, it was an amazing feeling. Soon enough, you started to feel crowded and anxious, with so many people surrounding you, it felt like the room was getting smaller. You tried to excuse yourself but a few rows behind had pushed forward sending the people around you to get even closer. You started breathing fast and looking around scared, some fans noticed and asked if you were okay and tried to get closer. Panic was all you felt, why now did you feel the anxiety in your chest? “I-I’m so sorry, I h-have to go.” rushing the words out, you turned around to try make your way back, people pushed from left and right and you stumbled toward the back rooms. Your breathing was shallow and weak, tears formed at the edges of your eyes and finally spilled over. It felt like there was an elephant sitting on your chest. At some point while you ran to the back halls, a security guard noticed and went to tell the boys. They became very worried and quickly left the green room to look for you. “y/n? y/n? Where’d you go?” Tyler called out and soon enough, he found you sitting on the floor curled into a ball in the dark at the end of a hallway. Josh followed soon after and they both knelt down on either side of you. “Hey, we’re here, deep breaths, in and out like we always do.” Tyler’s voice eased you slightly but it was no match for the panic attack that had already taken full force.

“Y/n you’re safe, look at me please,” you raised your eyes to look into Josh’s, his full of sympathy and worry, yours full of tears, “good, hey, remember what we always do? Whats one thing you feel right now?” His voice was gentle as he tried to calm you. You put your hand on the floor, it was cold and hard against your sweaty palm.

“T-the floor.” Your voice was cracked and breathy from crying.

“And what are two things you see right now?” Tyler asked, gently rubbing your back as to not startle you. With your eyes darting around the room, you thought.

“Gear boxes… and Josh’s hair…” You hadn’t noticed, but your breathing was starting to slow back to normal, you were still crying and your heart was still racing, but you could feel yourself start to calm down. Josh smiled slightly and seeing your hands shake, he took one and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles lightly. You tried to focus on the feeling it helped ground you. You took a big deep breath, trying to stop the tears coming out when Tyler handed you a napkin, letting you wipe your eyes and blow your nose. 

“Do you feel okay enough to walk back to the green room with us?” Tyler asked. Nodding, you shakily stood up still holding Josh’s hand. “Alright,” Tyler grabbed your free hand and started walking back to the room. Never in your life had you appreciated your friends more than you did now. You squeezed both of their hands and they squeezed back reassuringly.

“Thank you… I don’t know what would’ve happened if you guys didn’t come find me,” you looked between the both of them with a small smile, “I’m sorry if I took away from your prep time.” The guilt started its way into your brain. What if the concert goes wrong because they didn’t have this time to practice?

“Don’t feel guilty y/n, we’ll always be here.” Josh said smiling at you, he started swinging your hands back and forth and you giggled quietly.

“You’re our favorite person, of course we’ll help you.” Tyler chimed in and also swung your hands back and forth.You smiled at the both of them and returned to the green room. The three of you sat on the couch and hyped each other up before the show started, you couldn’t have been more grateful to have them by your side.

a/n : THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST! Hope you enjoyed this one! I never know how to end my imagines lol. I loved this request and just thinking about them beinf so caring is so cute.

[ohprettyweeper-moved]

Caught on Fire

Part 15 (Epilogue)

Summary: Life with Josh is a good life.   Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader Word Count: 495 Warnings: Fluffy; both of the romantic and bathrobe variety. Oh, is Josh in a bathrobe a warning? A/N: Anddddd it’s over! This series ... it took me out of my writing box a few times, and I have to admit, I’m not too sad to see it end. Thank you, so much, to everyone who has read and liked this story! Once this posts, you’re more than welcome to ask questions about the series! Enjoy :) 

Series Masterlist

Though you longed to stay under the warm streams of water until they turned cold, you forced yourself from the shower. You grabbed a fluffy robe supplied by the hotel, wrapped it around your body, then used one of the bath towels to squeeze some of the excess water out of your hair. 

“Feel better?” Josh asked, sitting on the bed and scrolling through his phone. 

You nodded. “Thanks for waiting. Did you wanna shower?”

Josh pursed his lips, then tossed his phone to the side. “I wasn’t gonna, but you make that post-shower robe look seem pretty comfy. Do you wanna order up some food?”

You nodded, adamantly this time. “Absolutely. I’m starving.” 

Once you plopped onto the bed to finish towel drying your hair, Josh crawled over you. He kissed you sweetly before disappearing into the bathroom. 

A shower had not been in your wedding night plans, not so soon anyway. By the time you and Josh made it up to your honeymoon suite, however, the hairspray and pins in your hair, and the makeup on your face, made you want to wash up before settling in for the night. Now that you were feeling refreshed, a bit to eat before bed sounded like the perfect plan. 

While you waited for the food to come and for Josh to finish in the shower, you thought back over your wedding day. A small affair with only your closest friends and family in attendance, and Tyler and Nicole standing up with the two of you. Fireworks exploded overhead as the two of you kissed for the first time as a married couple. 

“Still with me?” Josh teased, coming to sit next to you on the bed, wrapped in a cozy robe of his own. 

You nodded. “Yeah. Just thinking about today. It was better than I could have even dreamed up. Mostly because I got to marry you, I think.”

Josh smiled and laced his fingers with yours. “And this time, there’s no fires for me to run off to after the fireworks.”

“I like that, although I think I’m finally getting over my paranoia whenever you’re on duty. Only took me a year.”

“I’m sorry to scare you, beautiful.”

You shook your head and turned to him, tucking your legs under you. “No, don’t apologize. You do what you love — remember when we had that talk? Even after your accident, I know firefighting is what you’re passionate about. And anyway, I think no matter what you did, I would worry about you. Only because I’ve gotten a taste of the possibility of life without you — that’s what I’m not crazy about.”

“Fair,” Josh said, pulling you onto his lap, “I know I’d be lost without you, Y/N.”

You set your forehead against his. “Good thing you married me then, Mr. Dun.”

Josh laughed, already undoing the belt of your robe and pulling your mouth towards his. “I’d say you’re right, Mrs. Dun.”

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Tags: @takenvysleep @faceofcontvsions @svintsandghosts @patdsinner33 @sunshineandapplepie (I never remember if you’re on the taglist or just read consistently, I’m sorry if the notifs are a bother!) @adversaryproject

[when-worlds-end]

Updated September 13th, 2024

Masterlist Key : ♡ - Fluff ❅ - Angst ☾ - Smut

Status : Ongoing

Pairing : Clancy!Tyler Joseph x F!Reader

Summary : All the sunshine boy can ask is, "how do you navigate?" And all the sunset girl can say is, "easy, I disassociate."

Warnings : Mental Illnesses, Depression, Anxiety, Self Harm, Attempted Suicide, Emotional/Verbal/Physical Abuse, and possible mentions of Sex and Sex Scenes

Mental Illnesses, Depression, Anxiety, Emotional/Verbal/Physical Abuse, Oppression, Dictatorship, Violence, and possible mentions of Sex and Sex Scenes.

00 Title Card | Introduction

01 TBA

Taglist : WIP

[callyourselfdun]

Brush Your Teeth Before You Kiss Me

 “Have you ever kissed anyone before brushing your teeth in the morning?” he asks, you reply with a single “nope!” popping the ‘p’.

Pairings: Joshua Dun x Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: None! Word Count:1.3k

You wake up with no blanket, no space on the bed and light snores leaving Josh’s lips which isn’t shocking or new to you at all. This is how you wake up every Sunday morning and you would never complain. Your turn your whole body over to see Josh sprawled out on the mattress diagonally with the blanket all tucked in under his body; mouth open, drool everywhere, pink fluffy hair spiking in every direction and cute little snores leaving his soft lips. You can’t help but coo slightly at the adorable sight.

You shuffle on the bed over to him and curl up to his body, putting your head on his bare chest and tangling your legs together. You silently admire his face; no matter how much you’ve looked at him and seen his face, you could never grow bored of any of his beautiful features. Your favourite aspect was currently unavailable as his eyes were closed, but you knew that he was calm while resting and you weren’t willing to disturb that, you’d save that moment for another time. You move onto admiring his defined chest, shoulders and neck, his upper neck and jawline being covered in delicate hickeys after last night’s lustful events. You lightly trace little circles and hearts on his chest as you get lost in his shoulders. His tattoo that holds the most beautiful meaning behind it is a piece of artwork that you could look at for hours but each and every freckle on his other shoulder that spreads across onto his back just is loved as equally.

Josh slowly stirs awake, groaning as he stretches even further across the bed before pulling you in closer and hugging you tightly. He finally opens his eyes smiling groggily as he looks down at you still admiring his body. “Well good morning kitten, how long have you been up?” he inquires. “A little over half an hour, and good morning to you too” you admit, smiling cheekily while staring into his eyes. You nuzzle into his chest further, no longer having to be as gentle because he’s no longer asleep.

You both look around the messy but sunlit room before Josh gently lifts your face to meet his; bumping noses slightly, just before your lips touch you quickly duck away scrambling out of the bed into the bathroom and grabbing both of your toothbrushes, successfully putting toothpaste on the two of them without dropping either. Just as you start the tap to wet the toothbrushes you hear Josh talking to himself in the bedroom before calling out to you.

“Babe? Are you okay? Is something wrong?” He asks in a concerned voice putting his underwear on and beginning to get out of bed. “It’s fine, just stay there for a second” you answer simply, turning the faucet off and sticking your toothbrush in your mouth before walking in the room, leaning against the doorframe in nothing but his shirt and your underwear. He looks you up and down for a second, but lingers on your thighs whilst smiling. You blush, very aware that there are hickeys and bruises all over the pale complexion before taking your toothbrush out of your mouth and clearing your throat. He gives you eye contact again but you’re met with a puzzled look on his face and a quiet “What?” escaping his lips. You lift the hand with his toothbrush in its grasp and start walking over to the bed with the goal of giving it to him, but he successfully ruins your plans by standing up explaining that ‘he has to spit out the toothpaste anyway so he might as well get up.’

You both stand at the bathroom mirror brushing your teeth quietly, pulling faces at each other through your reflections occasionally. Josh being the impatient boy he was started mumbling something to you incoherently through the suds of his toothpaste only to spit them out in the sink and wash his mouth out thoroughly. You gave him a mortified look as you continued brushing your teeth, he hadn’t even been brushing for a minute yet and he thinks he’s already done! You spit the remains of your toothpaste out after another minute or so and he then decides to kindly repeat what he tried to say earlier.

“Why did I have to brush my teeth?” he asks in a confused tone causing you to gasp in shock whilst lightly slapping him in the middle of his chest. “There was absolutely no way I was kissing you with morning breath silly!” you exclaim, stunned by the fact that he was willing to kiss you with his horrible morning breath. Josh makes an ‘oh’ sound of realisation but then decides that he feels the need to challenge your opinions. “What’s so bad about kissing in the morning when I brushed my teeth before going to sleep last night?” You have horror written all over your facial expressions, why was he even considering that kissing with morning breath was okay! You couldn’t even believe that you were about to have a full on debate on wether kissing with morning breath was okay when it obviously wasn’t.

“You probably taste funny and your breath stinks!” you state. “Dogbreath!” you added, turning to point at him before giggling and hiding your now red face in your hands as Josh pretends he’s crying and really hurt by your words. “It’s not even that bad. Have you ever kissed anyone before brushing your teeth in the morning?” he questions. This takes you by surprise as you realise that you really have never kissed anyone before brushing your teeth, so you really have no idea if it’s that bad. With fake confidence, you reply with a single “nope!” popping the ‘p’.

Now its Josh’s turn to give you a look of shock, he couldn’t believe he was having this debate when you’ve never even tried the side you’re disagreeing with. “Really? So you’ve never even ever just woken up and kissed your loved one? That’s always the first thing I want to do in the morning!” he exclaims still in pure shock. You chuckle as you shake your head, leaning against the bathroom countertop. “Of course I have! It still is the first thing I want to do in the morning! Lets think about it in a different way, how about I don’t like my own morning breath and I don’t want you kissing me with it.” You counter, certain you’ve won this little ‘argument’.

“But I just said I don’t mind it!” He laughs out running his hands through his hair, laughing even harder when he sees your shocked expression as no words are leaving your mouth. You start going on a tangent as you walk back into your bedroom and sit on the bed, Josh following close behind. “You don’t understand Josh! There’s still all this bacteria and, and there’s plaq-“

Josh kissing you shuts you up. He’s soft but passionate and his gentle lips moving against yours causes you to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. As he continues kissing you he realises you’ve calmed down and smiles against your lips and proceeds to lay you down and climb on top of you. The kiss isn’t heated at all; it’s just filled with desperation, as Josh has wanted to kiss you all morning. You eventually break apart when you realise you really needed to pee. You pat his chest lightly, getting him off you “Josh, I really need to pee can you plea- thank you” Just as you’re about to stand up Josh leans over and whispers in your ear, following with a light nibble on your cheek.

“I don’t mind if we brush our teeth first or not. As long as it’s you I get to kiss every morning.”

[cerebralthundering]

Tour II

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

warnings: oral, daddy kink, intercourse, spanking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—-

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

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

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

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hihiiii tis i the one and only soupiie!!

okay, i LOVED that domestic tyler fic with the xmas livestream and was wondering if you'd make fluffy josh x reader where she's seen by fans at a concert and take pics with them and then while josh is running to his b stage drumkit, he kisses her and the fans take pics. then maybe after the concert some fluff with josh and tyler.

love love loooveee your writing, please never stop, its one of the few things keeping me sane rn 🧡🧡🧡

Barrier Kisses - Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Nothing hehe

Word Count: 1087

A/N: RAHH LOVE THIS SO MUCH! Hello soupiiiie!! Thank you for requesting something! I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing. It's kinda hard to keep it up considering how my requests have been fewer and fewer but I'm trying :) Please request another piece!!

The energy in the arena was nothing short of magical. I could feel it in my chest, the heavy thrum of bass and the sea of voices singing along with Tyler as the show reached its halfway point. The Clancy Tour was in full swing, and the fans were louder than ever — their excitement so infectious, I found myself smiling without even realizing it.

I stood tucked off to the side of the stage, close enough to watch Josh's every move but far enough to stay out of the spotlight. Tyler was on the main stage, delivering one of his iconic speeches, hyping the crowd up before Routines in the Night. Meanwhile, Josh was preparing for his run to the B-stage, ready for the song to start while Tyler stood under the stage with Mark.

I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill every time I saw Josh on stage, the way his presence just filled the entire arena. It wasn’t just the drumming, though that was always mesmerizing — it was the way he connected with the fans, like each beat he hit meant something to them. And to me.

Lost in the moment, I barely noticed the small group of fans standing near the barrier who had spotted me. I wasn’t exactly trying to keep a low profile, but I didn’t expect them to recognize me. Their eyes went wide, and then one of the girls waved me over, excitement practically bursting from her.

“Are you Josh’s girlfriend?” she asked, voice high-pitched with nerves but sweet as ever.

I felt my face flush, but I smiled. “Yeah, I am.”

Immediately, phones were pulled out and I laughed softly, shaking my head. I wasn’t exactly used to the attention, but it was kind of cute how excited they were. They asked for a few pictures, and I couldn’t say no. The girls were so kind, gushing about how much they loved Josh, and it made me proud to know that he had fans like them.

“Can we get a picture with you?” another girl asked.

“Of course!” I agreed, stepping over closer to the barrier and posing with them.

We chatted a bit about the tour, their favorite songs, and how long they’d been following the band. I could tell how much the show meant to them, and it made my heart swell knowing Josh and Tyler could bring that kind of joy into people’s lives.

“Do you think we could get a picture of you and Josh?” one of them asked with wide, hopeful eyes.

I laughed, feeling my face heat up again. “I think he’s a little busy for that right now,” I said, glancing back toward the stage where Tyler was winding down his speech. Josh was waiting in the wings, just a few feet away, already prepared to make his sprint toward the B-stage.

Right on cue, the lights shifted, casting everything in deep reds and golds, the perfect backdrop for his run. I turned to see Josh glance over at me, that unmistakable smile on his face. My heart skipped a beat. It always did when he looked at me like that — like I was the only person in the room.

And then, without warning, he started jogging over.  The fans around us squealed in surprise, and my eyes widened as he came closer.

He didn’t stop running, just slowed enough to lean in and press a quick kiss to my lips. It was so fast but so sweet, leaving me blushing as the fans around us erupted into excited cheers.

The sound of phones clicking and capturing the moment filled the air, and I was half-laughing, half-shocked by how casual Josh had made it all seem. He just flashed me another grin and took off again, heading toward the B-stage to continue the show as if nothing had happened.

My heart raced as I turned back toward the fans, who were all wide-eyed and giggling, holding up their phones like trophies.

“Did you see that?” one of them gasped. “That was so cute!”

I just laughed, feeling giddy myself. “Yeah, he's… kind of perfect, huh?”

The rest of the concert felt like a blur. Every time Josh’s drum beats echoed through the arena, I could feel the memory of that quick kiss lingering in my mind. And from the way the fans nearby kept sneaking glances at me, I knew they'd be talking about it for weeks.

After the show, the backstage area was quieter, though still buzzing with the after-show energy that always seemed to linger. I made my way through the halls, weaving past crew members and friends until I found Josh in the green room, towel around his neck, sweat still glistening on his skin from the performance. Tyler was with him, lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

“There she is!” Josh beamed, pushing off the arm of the couch to meet me halfway. He pulled me into a warm, post-show hug, the kind that always made me feel like home.

“You really kissed me in front of everyone?” I teased, poking him in the chest as I looked up at him, but I couldn’t hide the smile on my face.

Josh chuckled, his hand coming up to brush a stray hair from my face. “Couldn’t help it,” he said, eyes soft. “I saw you there, and I just… had to.”

Tyler snorted from the couch. “Real smooth, Josh.”

Josh rolled his eyes, still grinning. “You’re just jealous because Jenna’s not here tonight.”

Tyler held up his hands in mock defense. “Hey, I’m just saying — it was pretty bold, man. Risky move, but I respect it.”

I laughed, leaning into Josh’s side, his arm wrapping around me protectively. “Well, the fans loved it,” I said, thinking back to all the excited faces and cameras. “They were snapping pictures like crazy.”

Josh leaned down and kissed the top of my head, softer this time, a little more private. “Good,” he murmured. “Maybe I’ll make it a habit.”

Tyler groaned dramatically. “Please, spare us.”

Josh just grinned wider, pulling me closer as we all sank into the easy, comfortable feeling that came after a successful show. It was moments like this — the quiet in the storm, the laughter and love we shared — that made everything worth it.

And as I rested my head against Josh’s shoulder, I couldn’t help but think that this life, this wild, crazy life with him, was more than I could’ve ever dreamed of.

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