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TYLER JOSEPH + TWENTY ONE PILOTS

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Owen Zhanshi Lee

He knows how to life. At least in the best ways he can. Studying, playing the drums, occasionally but regularly working out, going on dates or talking/texting to Aslan and wearing crop tops.

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HII ME AGAIN! 🎻 I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT THE BLEACHERS FIC WAS AMAZING! BETTER THAN I IMAGINED!! ANYWHOOO I HAVE ANOTHER REQUEST^^ this is pure angst lol! OKAY SO lets say reader and josh dated during like vessel or self titled (early days) and like they broke up. They didn't really move on. Josh and the band got bigger ofc and maybe the reader is now an actor/movie director or something like that now. Maybe they meet at a bar?? Maybe some place like the Grammys if you want! I just want to give you free rein. I LOVE YOUR WORKKK

Never got over you - Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Nothing much lmao

Word count: 2280

A/N: Sorry I've been so busy! I am writing I swear 👀

December 2013

The music thudded in my ears, and the crush of people around me felt overwhelming. I wasn’t exactly in my element. Tyler's birthday party had turned into a full-blown gig in his packed basement, a chaotic medley of shouting, laughing, and the relentless strumming of guitars. As the only one from our high school invited, I felt like a fish out of water. “Awkward” didn’t even begin to describe it.

“What?” I called out, leaning closer to hear Tyler over the racket. He gestured enthusiastically to the guy standing beside him—a guy I couldn’t help but notice.

“Josh!” Tyler yelled, his voice tinged with pride.

My eyes flicked to Josh. He was hard to miss, with a strong build that his snug blue t-shirt emphasized. His tattoo sleeve—intricate and eye-catching—peeked out under his shirt sleeve and wrapped down his arm, and a red baseball cap sat backward on his head. There was an effortless coolness to him, a quiet confidence that made me more than a little self-conscious. My heart thudded harder in my chest, each beat syncing up with the bassline vibrating the walls.

Josh. I’d heard plenty about him. Tyler’s stories were full of admiration for his bandmate—the talented drummer who, according to Tyler, was more like a brother than a friend. I’d even seen videos of their performances, clips that Tyler insisted I watch, even though I’d felt weirdly invasive doing so. Seeing Josh in person, though, was entirely different. He was magnetic.

Josh leaned down to say something to Tyler, his words muffled by the noise. Whatever it was, it made Tyler grin and nod before he turned and disappeared into the crowd. That’s when it happened—Josh glanced at me, then beckoned with a subtle nod of his head. Before I could overthink it, he took my hand and guided me through the throng of partygoers, leading us toward the basement stairs.

The sudden change in atmosphere hit me like a cold splash of water as we stepped outside. The winter air was sharp, and my breath fogged in front of me. I folded my arms for warmth, trying to steady the swirl of emotions that had taken root since the moment Josh had looked at me.

“Tyler’s told me a lot about you,” Josh said, leaning casually against the brick wall of the house. He held a red plastic cup in one hand, his other hand resting in his jeans pocket. His tone was easy, natural, as though we’d known each other forever.

“Oh, really?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I pulled a hair tie off my wrist and gathered my hair into a messy bun, partially to occupy my hands and partially to keep the wind from tangling it. “What’s he said?”

Josh’s lips curved into a slow smile that turned into a smirk, a look that made my stomach flip. His eyes, warm and intent, seemed to study me like he was committing me to memory.

“Actually,” he said, tilting his head slightly, “he said I’d really like you.”

The words were simple, but they hit me like a jolt. I blinked, caught off guard by how direct he was. Butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach, and my breath felt shallow, though whether from the cold or from him, I couldn’t be sure.

“Oh, did he?” I managed to say, injecting as much lightness into my tone as I could muster. I folded my arms tighter, hugging myself against the chill. “And what do you think?”

Josh took a sip from his cup, his eyes not leaving mine. The intensity of his gaze was disarming, but not uncomfortable. It was as though he was genuinely thinking about his answer.

“I think Tyler’s a pretty good judge of character,” he finally said, his smirk softening into a smile. “So far, I like what I see. You know, he also told me you’re studying film at college. He said you’re super talented.”

The butterflies in my stomach multiplied. I glanced down, feeling the heat creep up my cheeks despite the freezing air. I didn’t know what to say, so I laughed—a nervous, breathy sound that made Josh chuckle in response.

“Yeah, I’m studying film. I’ve always wanted to be a director, y’know?”

Josh nodded. “I can understand feeling passionate about wanting to create something. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. No plan B.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward, though. It felt... comfortable. The hum of the party inside was muted now, replaced by the occasional car passing by or the crunch of snow underfoot as someone walked down the street. I glanced up at Josh, and he was still looking at me, his expression thoughtful.

“So,” I said, breaking the quiet, “you’re the infamous drummer. Tyler talks about you all the time too.”

Josh grinned, tipping his cup toward me in a mock toast. “All good things, I hope.”

“Well,” I teased, “he did say you have a habit of stealing the last slice of pizza.”

Josh laughed—a warm, genuine sound that made me smile despite myself. “Guilty,” he admitted. “But in my defense, I am the drummer. I burn more calories.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Right, because sitting down and hitting things is such an intense workout.”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it,” Josh countered, feigning indignation. “Next practice, you can come take my spot. We’ll see how long you last.”

The idea of sitting behind a drum kit, with him there, watching, made me laugh and blush simultaneously. “I’ll pass. But thanks for the offer.”

Josh’s smile lingered, and for a moment, the air between us seemed to change. The banter faded, leaving something quieter, more tentative in its place. He shifted slightly, setting his cup down on the low brick wall beside him.

“You know,” he began, his tone softer now, “Tyler wasn’t lying. There’s something about you.”

My breath caught. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. Instead, I let the moment settle, the weight of his words sinking in.

Josh rubbed the back of his neck, almost as if he were nervous. “I don’t usually do this,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, “but would you... I mean, do you think we could—”

“Yes,” I blurted out, cutting him off without meaning to. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, and I immediately felt my face flush. “I mean,” I stammered, trying to recover, “sure. What were you going to say?”

Josh laughed, the sound warm and teasing. “I was going to ask if you’d want to grab coffee or something sometime. But I like your enthusiasm.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Oh my God, I’m so awkward.”

“Nah,” Josh said, gently pulling my hands away from my face. His touch was light but steady, and it sent a thrill through me. “I think it’s kind of charming.”

We stood there for a beat, the cold forgotten as the tension between us grew electric. Finally, Josh reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, holding it out to me.

“Here,” he said, grinning. “Give me your number. That way, I don’t have to rely on Tyler to play matchmaker again.”

I hesitated for only a second before taking his phone and typing in my number. When I handed it back, Josh glanced at the screen, then looked at me with a playful smile.

“Got it. Now you have no excuse to ghost me,” he said.

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had all night. “Trust me, I won’t.”

October 2024

Columbus, Ohio. Home. 9 years since I’d talked to Josh and 3 years since I’d talked to Tyler. Which was why, when I got a text from Tyler asking me to come see them on tour, I was surprised to say the least. And the last thing I expected was to be walking to Nationwide Arena to see my high school best friend and ex perform in our hometown. Josh and I had broken up just before Blurryface was released. He claimed the label wanted him single, that it would improve sales and boost the band’s popularity. And they’d been right. I never wanted to break up, but I loved Josh too much to get in the way of his career. As the crowd roared in the arena, I stood backstage, shifting from foot to foot. The energy was electric, even from here. 

Tyler’s name flashed on my phone screen, a text: “Show starts in 5. I told Josh you’re here. Good luck. ;)”

I groaned under my breath. Of course, Tyler would be cryptic and smug about this. Typical. But as the house lights dimmed and the stage lights flared to life, I forgot everything else. The deep thrum of the bass, the crash of cymbals, the distinct rasp of Tyler’s voice—it was surreal, and a little overwhelming.

My eyes locked onto Josh as he took his place behind the drums. Time had been kind to him. His energy was as captivating as ever, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia—and something sharper, something that still ached after all these years.

When the set ended and the crowd erupted into cheers, I found myself holding my breath. Tyler bounded off the stage first, sweaty and grinning ear to ear. He spotted me and pulled me into a quick, tight hug.

“I knew you’d come,” he said, his tone triumphant. “He’s gonna freak.”

“Tyler…” I started, but he just winked and jogged off, yelling something about needing water.

And then, there he was. Josh, walking off stage, still catching his breath, his drumsticks clutched in one hand. His eyes found mine, and he froze. For a moment, neither of us moved. The bustling backstage chaos seemed to blur around us.

“Hey,” he said finally, his voice soft, almost disbelieving. He stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “It’s… been a while.”

“Yeah,” I replied, my voice wavering. “A while.”

The silence stretched. Josh ran a hand through his hair, his signature cap gone. His hair had been dyed, black at the top with a bright patch of red peeking out at the bottom, strands of hair sticking out in every direction.

Finally, he spoke.

“Tyler didn’t tell me you were coming,” he said, though his tone made it clear he suspected otherwise. He chuckled lightly, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

“I didn’t think I’d be here,” I admitted. “But… Tyler insisted.”

Josh nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the floor before snapping back up to mine. “Can we talk? Somewhere quieter?”

I hesitated, but then I nodded. “Sure.”

He led me through the maze of corridors to an empty lounge. The door clicked shut behind us, and for the first time, it was just us—no noise, no distractions. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Josh turned to me, and the mask of calm he’d worn backstage slipped. His expression was raw, his voice thick with something I couldn’t quite place. “I never got over you.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding. I blinked, stunned. “What?”

“I know it’s been years,” he said, stepping closer. “I know I’m probably the last person you wanted to see. But breaking up with you—it wasn’t what I wanted. It was never what I wanted.”

My throat tightened. “You told me it was for the band.”

“I know,” Josh said, his voice breaking slightly. “I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I could let you go and focus on the music. But I couldn’t. I tried to move on, but no one else…” He shook his head, his gaze locking onto mine. “No one else was you.”

Tears pricked at my eyes, and I looked away, trying to steady myself. “You left, Josh. You made the choice for both of us.”

“I know,” he said again, his voice desperate now. “And I’ve regretted it every day since. I should have fought for us. I should have told the label to screw themselves. I was stupid, and I was scared, and I’m sorry.”

I wiped at my eyes, a humorless laugh escaping me. “Do you have any idea how much it hurt? Watching you from a distance, seeing you and Tyler rise to the top, knowing I wasn’t part of your life anymore?”

Josh took another step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know. And I hate myself for it. But you’re here now. And if there’s any chance—any chance at all—that we could try again…”

I looked at him, his face open and vulnerable in a way I hadn’t seen in years. The anger and hurt I’d carried for so long were still there, but beneath them, there was something else. Something I’d never stopped feeling, no matter how hard I tried.

“Josh,” I started, my voice shaking. “I don’t know if—”

The door burst open, and Tyler strode in, completely oblivious to the tension. “Oh, good, you two are talking!” he said cheerfully. “Told you, Josh. I knew you’d never get over her.”

Josh groaned, running a hand over his face. “Tyler, not now—”

“No, no, I’m serious,” Tyler interrupted, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Why do you think I invited her? I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.”

I couldn’t help it—I laughed. A real, genuine laugh that broke through the heaviness. Josh looked at me, his lips curving into a reluctant smile, and for the first time in years, I felt the tiniest spark of hope.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t the end of our story.

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It's been a while since I've given a proper update, but it's difficult to do so without spoilers.

Let's try. [Under the cut because it got long lol]

We're currently at 70k words, at the end of chapter 14. I'm not exactly sure how many there will be - when I wrote the other story, I just went with the flow and only divided the text into chapters when I was done writing. This time, I'm writing chapter by chapter because it helps me to keep the POVs balanced (hopefully).

Dallon has been a lot of fun to write so far, his journey is interesting (to me, but hopefully to you as well), he starts off as such a closed off, detached character, and by the point we are now, he's been growing and exploring his own traumatic past and the reasons that pushed him to keep everyone at arm's length. And he's learning to let people in, little by little. He is also the vertex angle of our triangle, so there's that.

Patrick's POV has been just as fun, but for different, more masochistic reasons. There's a lot going on with him and Pete, none of which I can say here because it would spoil the fun (there's no cheating, don't worry), but there's lots of angst and anger and even a big ass fight, but there's also still a lot of soulmate fluff and fighting shit together like the fucking power couple they are. At least his Alpha job has been easy so far, the pack is minding its own business and thriving in the forest.

I am also so very happy about adding a human to the mix, because the result has been so much better than I expected. Again, not much I can say about him, because he's crucial to the story and really kind of a fulcrum for both of the main storylines that are developing - which start off as parallel, but man do they clash at some point.

As far as returning characters go, we have the whole clan and pack, of course; then Mikey and Frank (Frank is a bit on the sidelines for now though), Ryan Ross, Maja, both Vicky and Billie Joe pop in briefly, and I think more will come back at some point, but we'll see. For now our new entries are Awsten Knight, Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun, but I feel like it's my civic duty to find a way to get Otto Wood in there somehow lol possibly not as a serial killer lol

So yeah, I feel like this has been a more complete and fair update, because last time I basically just threatened to kill someone off to solve the triangle (still an option, lol).

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Twenty One Pilots: From Bedroom Gigs To 'The Biggest Band In The World'

The Ohio band has paid their dues, and now, as MTV Artists To Watch, are gunning for global domination.

By James Montgomery (@positivnegativ)

Twenty One Pilots have one rather simple mission for 2013: global domination.

"Well, one of our goals for this year is to be a headliner, a 'hard ticket' as they say. We have the option to go out and be an opening band for a more established act, which obviously helps you gain fans and get exposure, but we're looking forward to being a headliner," singer Tyler Joseph explained. "And our dream? We want to be the biggest band in the world."

And if you think Joseph even blinked while saying this, well, then you probably don't know Twenty One Pilots (though given that they're the first pick in MTV's Artists To Watch campaign, that might change soon): The dynamic duo — it's Tyler on vocals, piano and keyboards, and manic masher Josh Dun behind the drumkit — hail from Columbus, Ohio and have clawed their way out of the epicenter of Buckeye Nation thanks to their mix of supreme confidence and a positively killer live show, one that brims with energy, acrobatics and theatrics and leaves both men absolutely spent each night. Of course, they'd have it no other way.

"We came from a place where we had to get people's attention. That started from playing in these bars, playing in these clubs, and making sure that even the three people who were there remembered us," Joseph said. "And now that we do have people's attention a little more, that aspect hasn't changed about us; we're still going to make sure you remember us when you come see us play.

"We've done everything. There was an older couple that had us come to their house, and we played in their bedroom one time, and there's the small clubs that people just go to hang out, they don't want to listen to music anyway," he continued. "And there's a lot of theatrical moments to our set, and a lot of people would see those moments, and they'd think we were just trying to make some sort of statement; but the truth is, we had to do that stuff in the beginning, just to get people to turn around. It's tough to compete with $3 pitcher night."

And while their shows pack plenty of punch, what's also earned Twenty One Pilots a fervent following is the deeply personal streak that runs through Joseph's lyrics. It's readily apparent on their new album, Vessel, which features songs like "Holding On To You" and "Guns For Hands," tracks that tackle tough subjects and serve as a cathartic release for the band's fans. And, not surprisingly, given his lofty ambitions, Joseph said that's been TOP's mission all along: to harness the power of music and, hopefully, help save some lives.

"Obviously music has helped me personally, and as much as I want to give back, it's not the main motivation. The main motivation is interacting every night with these people that are hurting; and it's not just kids, we get approached by all ranges of ages," he said. "Josh and I, we're able to go out and talk to people after the show, and we get to hear a lot of stories. We get to hear how our music has been affecting someone personally, and that's the stuff that fuels you. That's the stuff that justifies why you're in that city that night ... and talking to people every night and hearing their story is what inspires us."

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Bandmates (Josh Dun)- Chapter Two

My alarm shrills at nine in the morning, announcing the dreaded moment of moving my stuff out of my shared apartment with Flynn and Lukas. I’d rather rot in bed for the rest of the day than face this, but I might as well get it over with. The moment I step out of Rhea’s guest room and into the living room, she puts a cup of coffee in my hand.

“Good morning!” She says brightly. That’s the first clear difference between us- she’s probably been up since seven AM, and I’m still rubbing the sleep from my eyes and barely standing up.

“I wouldn’t say it’s a good morning. Thanks for the coffee.” I take a sip and sit down on the couch, taking a moment to wake up before I get dressed.

“No problem. I figured you’d need it to deal with those idiots. Do you need me to go with you? I don’t want you to have to move everything out on your own. Besides, you’ll need to take my car anyway.” I can tell by the look in her eyes and the slight furrow in her brows that she’s worried about me being alone with them, given everything they said to me. To be honest, I’m a little worried about Lukas’ temper myself. But it’s nothing I can’t handle.

“It’s okay. I need to brave this alone. I don’t really have that much stuff to pack up. Half my wardrobe and possessions are here already since I stay over so often.”

“That’s true.” I finish my coffee, get dressed, grab a couple big bags to stuff my things in, and prepare to head out.

“Be careful, okay? Call me if you need anything.” Rhea gives me a tight hug.

“Thank you. For everything.” On my way to my apartment, I do the one thing I can do: I listen to music. I can’t stand sitting in silence, being left alone with my thoughts when I’m driving, and during times like these emotions are running high. I turn to my comfort band- Twenty One Pilots. I’ve been listening to them since they put out their first album. When I heard that first song, I was hooked. They immediately became my favorite band, not only because of the sound and artistry of the music, but because of the lyrics. Every word Tyler writes is etched into my soul. I feel the music down to my very bones.

I put on Lane Boy, one of my favorites in terms of sound. I crank up the volume until I can feel every drum beat in my heart. I tap my foot in time with the music and find myself relating the lyrics to my current situation: They say stay in your lane boy, lane boy, but we go where we want to. My fear surrounding stepping back into the apartment fades away. The song speaks to me, telling me to go wherever I want with my music. I refuse to listen to Flynn and Lukas when they tell me to stay in my lane.

After a couple more songs, I park next to Flynn’s van and text him to let me in. He opens the door with a somber frown, and I give him a glare as I push past him. Lukas is on the couch, watching me like a hawk with anger in his eyes as soon as I step into his line of vision.

“You know, you don’t have to move everything out right away. It’s okay if you need to stay here until you can find an apartment.” Flynn says. I know for a fact he doesn’t want me here, but he’s trying to be nice since he’s aware of the shitty position he’s put me in. I see right through it.

“No, it’s not. If we’re not bandmates anymore, we’re not friends. She can stay with Rhea.” Lukas spits. He matches the look of malice I give him.

“I don’t want to spend another second with you, so I was planning on it anyways. But thank you so much for the advice.” I say sarcastically. I march to my room before they can say anything else and start filling my bags with my books, clothes, decorations, and trinkets. I’m able to get everything in the large duffel bags I brought, minus my furniture. But, my desk is really the only thing I want to keep, so I plan to leave my bedframe and dresser for Lukas to haul to Goodwill. Within an hour, I’m ready to load everything up and leave this place in the dust.

“Rhea’s car isn’t big enough to fit everything, so I’ll have to come back for some of it.” I carry two of the heavy bags out into the living room and set them down by the door. Lukas peers at me from the couch, making a point to not help me. Flynn rolls his eyes at him, and I chuckle under my breath. For a moment, he seems like the same old guy I became friends with five years ago. But I have to remind myself that he isn’t. Not anymore, because of the poison Lukas has been whispering to him.

“Don’t worry about it. I can put whatever you need into my van and follow behind you.” Flynn offers. I can tell he wants to add, so you don’t have to come back here with him.

“That’d be great. Thanks.” I give him a genuine smile.

“I’ll take these down for you.” Flynn starts to bring the duffel bags down to Rhea’s car, leaving Lukas and I alone. He stands up and walks over to me, and I try to ignore the instant panic that settles in my stomach. I clench my fists and take a step back.

“I uh…shouldn’t have said what I did last night. I do hate the way you changed the band and only listened to your own vision with no care for what we wanted, but I should never have smashed my guitar and yelled at you. I’m sorry.” He hangs his head.

“It’s fine, I know that apology wasn’t your idea. I know how much you hate me, and I know you wouldn’t hesitate to call me a stuck-up bitch again. I’m just really disappointed that you’d turn on me like this.” Lukas sighs but says nothing in response. I expect him to at least make eye contact with me, but he retreats to his room and slams his door without a final goodbye.

Flynn and I bring the desk down, load it into his van, and head back to Rhea’s place. Rhea comes down to help us haul everything up, then it’s time for another heart to heart.

“You know, I planned a whole script out for this, but now it all sounds stupid.” Flynn runs a hand through his hair and laughs nervously. “I’m sorry things had to end like this. And I mean that genuinely. Things got rocky at the end, and we may not see eye to eye, but I still wish you the best. I won’t forget these past five years.” If I didn’t know better, I’d think those were tears in his eyes.

“Me either. I just wish you would have communicated with me that something was wrong. Maybe we could have worked it out. I’m sorry if I ever caused you any pain. That was never my intention. Lukas, however, can go fuck himself.” We share one final laugh, and I watch one of my best friends walk out the door and out of my life.

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