#Joshua dun x reader imagines

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hello,

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

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

Pairing: TorchbearerJosh x Gender Neutral Bandito Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You said we,” I muttered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can’t promise that,” I sighed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” He replied, his voice quiet.

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

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

//

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[z0mbiekisses]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“your songs?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“pre-show jitters?”, jasmine suggested.

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

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

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

3.

2.

1.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CUT!

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

BAM!

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

- v 🩶

[when-worlds-end]

INTRODUCTION

PARDON MY DELAY Written by Nessrin

Conception ~ September 4th, 2024 4:55AM Published ~ · · · Finished ~ · · ·

MEET THE CHARACTERS

CLANCY She's red, but I want to paint her yellow.

THE TORCHBEARER You're delaying the inevitable.

NAVI Heavy is the sunset that holds the sun.

PLAYLIST

0:00 Navigating | Twenty One Pilots | "Pardon my delay, I'm navigating..." 3:44 Overcompensate | Twenty One Pilots | "Don't hesitate to maybe overcompensate..." 7:42 Vignette | Twenty One Pilots | "Clinging to promises..." 11:05 Oldies Station | Twenty One Pilots | "Make an oath, then make mistakes..." 14:54 My Blood | Twenty One Pilots | "Stay with me, no, you don't need to run..." 18:45 Chlorine | Twenty One Pilots | "When I leave don't save my seat..." 24:10 Jumpsuit | Twenty One Pilots | "Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me..."

AUTHOR'S NOTES Due to the lore of Trench and Dema being kept secret, I am operating under the belief that after the original Clancy commits vialism, Tyler takes on the mantle of Clancy to continue his legacy.

DISCLAIMER I do not own any rights to Twenty One Pilots, their lyrics are not mine, their composition is not mine, their timeline is not mine, nor do I know them personally. Everything that happens in this story is a work of pure fiction and written explicitly for entertainment. If the members or their families ever state that they do not want fanfiction written about them/their loved ones, in whatever capacity that may relate to my story, I will take it down and respect all boundaries set.

I only own the storyline and any characters I personally created (EX : Navi)

[dunstory]

Yellow

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, Panic Attack, Fluff

A/N: sooo, this is my first writing ever! all of this came from a dream i had last may, so i thought i could turn this into an imagine. also, there is a lot of lowercases because im to lazy to correct… sorry!! hope yall enjoy, feedback is appreciated!!

gif is not mine!

yellow, white and red lights came from everywhere. it was happening, the first twenty one pilots convention ever. there were some people with their yellow tapes and bandanas, some with their red beanies and white glasses, even some people cosplaying as the bishops.

everything looked great. unfortunately, you weren't able to stay with josh in the backstage because him and tyler had a lot of interviews to attend and stuff. so you had the chance to explore the convention as yourself. as a clikkie that you first were, not just as Josh Dun's girlfriend. of course, some people recognized you and asked for pictures, which you happily accepted.

you spent most of your time at the stand where the clikkies were playing their tøp covers. you were amazed by their talent and passion, it was just fascinating. you even got yourself to play heavydirtysoul on the drums with another dude, you never felt so cool.

and then it was time. their special concert was about to start. As you arrived to the area, the majority of the fans that were already there recognized you and insisted for you to stay in the front row. at first everything was great, until you actually went to your saved place and started hearing some comments about you.

"she's just not it."

"she doesn't belong here."

"i don't claim her."

"josh deserves WAY better than this."

"she's a whore. she only wants his money."

to say that you're insecure is an understatement, but you could deal with it occasionally, josh knew everything about it and was always there for you.

except for now.

all the overheard voices ignited a bad feeling that you forgot you ever had. it was it. 3 minutes before your boyfriend concert, and you were about to have a panic attack. you were glad that there were chairs for everyone, so you sat and breathed deeply and slowly, as you always practiced. you thought you were going to be ok, until a girl a few rows behind you yelled:

"look how excited she is for her boyfriend's concert!oh my god. she's the only one seated."

you were about to say something back until someone else yelled

"that bitch must be pregnant! she just wanted his baby so he could give her all his money, i am sure."

dear. lord.

"why didn't I just stay home" played repeatedly in your head. but you had to focus on josh, after all, you were there for him.

and just as you calmed down, the lights came to a halt and the concert started. to be honest, you were really glad that it was a pocket show so the boys couldn't interact that much physically with the crowd because the constant movement and yelling was making you dizzy and more overwhelmed by every second, so you were glad that josh wouldn't be able to se your visibly uncomfortable face.

you loved the boys' concerts, you truly did. but you just couldn't wait for this one to finish, to be honest.

at this point, you couldn't even pay attention to tyler's singing, you just had to focus on keeping yourself on its place. considering that you were on the verge of having a panic attack and you couldn't dare to sit down while you're feeling dizzy, nauseous and slowly losing your conscience.

gladly, you could still cry. people would just think that you were thrilled. so that's what you did. you ugly cried until you heard the last screams of "hello" from tyler, meaning that trees was about to end and so was the concert. you couldn't even believe it when the music came to a halt and all you could hear was screams and applauses. these were surely the longest 50 minutes of your life.

as the boys came to the front to bow, josh started to look for you and as he found your eyes, his heart dropped. he knew you too well. he knew you weren't crying because of the concert, bur yes because of something else, most likely your anxiety got the best of you.

he was feeling so bad for you, for having left you alone and now seeing you in this state. he felt and the guilty over him. in a matter of seconds, after tyler said "we're twenty one pilots and so are you" he whispered something in a rush in his ear and he nodded, giving him the permission to run to you.

as he reached you, you started crying even more. you were too overwhelmed at this point. he then grabbed your hands firmly and asked "hey, hey, easy. are you ok?" and you shook your head weakly, feeling like you wouldn't last too long.

"ok, do you think you can jump this grid?" he asked and you nodded with a weak smile. with a help of two securities and the strong arms of your loved one, you made it to his arms. he grabbed you in bridal style and rushed out of the convention center, while kissing your forehead.

at this point, you were crumbling completely, letting all your feelings out. you were embarrassed, nervous, overwhelmed but above all, relieved for being finally in the arms of the man you loved the most. when you arrived outside, josh sat on the floor with you on his arms. he held you tightly, never wanting to let you go, he loved you so much that he couldn't put into words, so he demonstrated with actions, all the time.

and the same goes for you, you adored him, you never felt such as a thing as you felt your love for josh, it was overwhelming, but in good way actually.

he didn't ask you any questions. he just held you, kissing your forehead, massaging your back and eventually taking your hair out of your face. he stayed in silence with you, just gesturing with his hands the breathing exercises that you both had been practicing. once he made sure your breath was controlled, he just made his magic.

"and it was all yellow..." he sang lowly, only enough for you and him to listen.

it was like the whole world stopped, and it was just you and him. he forgot about his problems and commitments, even the meet&greet's that were about to happen after the show, he forgot they existed, his priority was you and you only.

"your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones..." he kept singing, shyly but doing it all for you.

you couldn't believe this, your favorite song being sang by your favorite person. he knew just the right buttons to press to make you feel like yourself again. you could feel your tears slowly drying and you smiled weakly against his chest, feeling the comfort you could never get tired of. feeling your smile encouraged josh to sing louder, as a way to also express his feelings, especially what he felt for you.

"turn in to something beautiful..."

you knew it wasn't going to be the last time you were going to hear his pretty voice sing. now that you knew that he would do this for you, you would always get the best of it. at this point, you were almost crying of joy. he was too sweet for you.

"do you know, you know i love you so.."

now, you had forgotten about the last one and a half hours of your life. you were back into your reality, where you felt good and happy, all of this because you had this yellow headed smiley boy by your side, always. to make an honor to him, you got all the strength you had left after crying a river and sang the last verse with him.

"you know i love you so... much." you nearly whispered the last word.

as he heard your tired voice, josh looked down at you with pure love in his eyes, that face that once was full of concern was now relaxed again, as the smile that he loved so much was returned to you.

all you knew was that you're going to be okay, it didn't matter what'd have to deal later in social media and press. you were okay, and while Josh was by your side, you'd always be. no matter what. even if he was comforting you from a panic attack in the middle of a sidewalk. it was just okay. after all, for him, you'd bleed yourself dry. and so would him for you.

[toomanyfandomssos]

Enjoy the aesthetic of my cat and bedroom

[rrickgrrimes8]

Josh when...

Josh when Tyler embarrasses both of you...

"So, (y/n), life on tour, what's that like?"

"Oh well so far it's been amazing. I mean I got to spend some more time with Tyler and Jenna and obviously with my hubby." You said slapping Josh's knee playfully.

"What about you, Josh? What's it's like having (y/n) on tour with you for the first time since you became a married couple?"

"It's great. Really. It's amazing. I know we both were a little scared about basically living in a tour bus for months on end sharing one small bed but we adjusted and we haven't killed each other yet." The interview chuckled at his comment along with (y/n) and himself.

"And you, Tyler? How are you feeling with this?"

"Um well I tolerate (y/n). She's okay I suppose it's just one little thing that they do that just gets in my nerves."

"Oh really what would that be?"

"At night they're just so loud. I don't know what they are doing in their bunk but I really want the moaning to stop. Like man I'm trying to sleep"

"Oh my god." (Y/n) mumbled under her breath before both you and Josh's faces started to turn bright red.

"Just out of interest what are you guys doing so late? At first I thought you might be playing some sort of a game but now it kinda sounds like your wrestling."

"Wrestling? How so?" The interviewer encouraged him clearly finding your embarrassment hilarious.

"Umm I'm not sure recently it's become rougher and louder. Sometimes I can almost hear slapping happening and I'm like Josh you can't slap woman. But sometimes it sounds like she likes it. (Y/n) always shouts about 'how good he is' and 'how much she likes it' but I don't understand what's going on that she likes so much. If I did I would ask Josh to do it to me."

Both the interviewer and Tyler start to laugh while (y/n) shrinks in her chair and Josh looks around blushing. (gif)

"Tyler ,man, Stop."

"What? Why?"

"Dude just stop." Josh laughed pulling (y/n) towards him and kissing her.

"They do that at night too before and after they do the other thing."

"Tyler stop!" They scream in unison.

[beanfic]

I was doing fine...

Pairing: Josh Dun x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst

Summary: You were doing fine, you truly were, that was until he showed up on your front porch

Author’s note: I feel like I haven’t written angst angst in a while, so I did this? I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated :)

“What are you doing here, Josh?” You say sternly, your hands resting on your hips. Your eyebrows furrow as you glare at the boy standing on your front doorstep. The rain patters behind him, splashing upon his ankles. His curly brown hair lays in front of his eyes from the weight of the water. His eyes carry guilt.

“I need to talk to you, Y/N, please let me inside.” He wipes his forehead with his sweatshirt sleeve. Half of your body is hiding behind of the door as you peek around. 

“I don’t know if that is the best,” you mumble, closing the door a little bit more. Josh sighs as he leans over and peers into the crack between the door and the frame. His brows eyes connect with yours, and suddenly you’re drawn in once again. 

“Please.” His voice was barely audible, but you still can hear it. You nod softly and pull the door open, allowing room for Josh to enter. Your eyes are still locked with his. You are not able to look away from his gaze. You drop your hands from the door and slowly takes a step back into the entryway. Josh shuts the door softly behind him. 

“Do you want to go to sit?” You eventually are able to peel your eyes away from his and glance over at the couch in your cozy living room. The sight of the couch brought back the memory of your first kiss that you shared with Josh. It was two years ago, and it was raining, just like tonight. He had invited you to go to the drive in to see one of the newest horror movies that had just been released, but the weather had other plans. Making the term rain check become literal, you two decided on heading back to your place to spend the rest of the night. He showed up with pizza and cookie dough, and make you laugh effortlessly the entire time. You remember how he had asked you to dance to a song that was playing on the record player, and your arms were wrapped around his neck. He had asked to kiss you, making sure you were comfortable with that, and it was one of the best ‘first’ kisses you had ever had.

“Y/N?” Josh’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You see him already sitting down on the couch, arms resting on his knees, and he was fiddling with the hem on his sleeve. “Are you going to come sit down?”

“Yeah.” You brush your hair out of your face and slowly step towards the couch. Not wanting to sit too close to Josh, you sit as far away as possible. The room is quiet, except for the raindrops prickling on the windows and the soft breaths coming from Josh. 

“I need to tell you I’m sorry. I know I have told you this many times, but we ended our relationship on not so good terms and I don’t want it to be like that,” he begins to speak. The words ‘ended our relationship’ ring in your ears, and your eyes glaze over as reality hits you like a brick. About a week ago, Josh had confessed that the relationship was taking up too much of his time, and it was not healthy for him to continue being in a relationship at the moment. No matter how many times he reminded you that it wasn’t your fault and that it was just timing of life, you didn’t believe him. You tried your hardest to forget about the breakup the past week by keeping yourself busy with picking up extra shifts at work and working on your latest hobby project.

“Ended,” you murmur. The word feels foreign on your lips. 

“Y/N, I know how hard it must have been for you, and I truly am sorry for breaking your hard. This past week must have been-”

“I was fine,” you cut him off. You glance over at him and notice that his eyes are wet with tears.

“What?” 

“I said I was fine. I was doing perfectly fine this past week. Actually, I have been fine until you showed up.” The familiar knot begins to form in your throat, warning you that tears are about to come. You swallow hard and look down at the ground. 

“I should have known, you are the strongest person I have ever met.”  His words are filled with honesty, and you have to shut your eyes hard to keep yourself from crying. You can tell he notices you are about to cry because he shifts in his seat so his knees are facing you. You feel his hand rest on your knee, rubbing small circles into your skin. 

“It’s not like I don’t want to see you, Josh. I’m just trying my hardest to understand and be respectful of you. Of course, I’m broken. I love you and it’s killing me inside that we can’t be together.” 

“I love you too, Y/N, and that is why I want the best for you, you know that. I’m touring so much and it’s not fair for you or me. The time,”

“Is just not right,” you finish the sentence for him. It is not the first time you have hard that come from his mouth. “I understand, Josh. I just need to be okay with it. I just don’t think I can wait around for you.”

“I’m not asking for you to wait around for me, Y/N. I want you to be happy, and that means living life the way you want and to the fullest capacity. Please promise me that you will go and live.”

You sigh and wipe your eyes, “Yes, Josh, I promise I will go and live my life. I’ll always be here if you need something though, okay? I’ll always love you, even if it just platonic.”

“I love you too, Y/N. I’m really sorry, again.”

“Please no more apologies,” you let out a small laugh. “It really is only making this harder. I mean it that I was doing fine before you showed up.”

“Should I leave?” Josh asks.

“I think it would be easier for both of us if you leave, I mean it seems like we are on good terms, right?” 

Josh nods, “Yeah, I agree.” He stands up from the couch, and once you meet height with him he pulls you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around his torso and take in his familiar scent. 

“I’m going to miss you, Joshua,” you mumble into his chest. 

“I’ll miss you too, Y/N.” He pulls away from you but stops with his left hand on your shoulder. His brown eyes are looking into yours, and you shyly smile up at him. You watch him back up towards the door, opening it and stepping outside. You follow, resting your hand on the doorframe. Josh stopped right before taking the last step towards your driveway and looked over his shoulder. His eyebrows crumbled together as he softly smiled as if he was trying to bid farewell without words.

“Bye, Josh.” You continue to keep your strength and not cry as you watch him get into his car and drive away. You wish he said bye with words, but maybe it was best that his last words were that he will miss you, and not the reality of saying goodbye. 

You close the front door and rest your back against the wood. Taking a deep breath, you place your face into your hands and let out a scream. You weren’t sure why your body had chosen anger over sadness as the emotion to with his departure, but you didn’t fight it. It was surprisingly making it easier to accept the fact that Josh was gone, and you most likely were never going to see him again

[bandblogging]

She's mine

Pairing: Josh Dun x reader

Words: 1k

Warning: alcohol, eh creepy guy

Summary: You and Josh throw a pool party and when a guy get's too close to you Josh becomes more protective than you had thought

BASICALLY PROTECTIVE JOSH

A/N: this came together in two days wait whaaat? (also not proofread cos sleep)

MASTERLIST

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It was one of the first really hot days of the year and instead of complaining about the heat Josh decided to take advantage of the nice weather and throw a small pool party. Tyler and Jenna were the first to arrive before any of the others. You and Josh had spent the whole morning cleaning the house and patio. You had ordered food and drinks, too lazy to prepare all of that. You grabbed the first two drinks and handed them to the couple. You grabbed yourself one and clinked your glasses before taking the first sip. You hadn't seen the two for a while since they had been on holiday and so you soon were deep in conversation with Jenna, not really noticing that the house was filling up with more people.

When you came out onto the patio almost an hour later the garden was filled with people, much more than you had expected. You only knew about half and most of these you only knew briefly. You walked around the mass of people for a second before spotting Josh and practically beelining towards him. "There you are", he smiles at you and throws an arm around you. Before you could even say a word he started to introduce you to the people he was talking to. You made small talk for a second and tried to stay as polite as possible and you tugged at Josh's arm. "Can I talk to you for a second?", you nudge your head towards the house, wanting to talk inside. "Sure, what's up?", his grin changed to a concerned look and he followed you inside. Thankfully your kitchen was empty and so you pulled him into the room. "Who are all these people Josh? I thought it was supposed to be a chill small party for people we know", you cocked your head slightly to the side and tried to not sound upset. "I know but people just asked if they could bring some more and I couldn't say no", he smiled sheepishly and placed a hand on your hip. "The garden is big enough, don't worry it's fine. We can just order some more drinks, no problem", he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before grabbing a beer from behind him and handing it to you. "Now let's open the pool, it's a pool party right?", he grins at you and grabs another beer. You take a deep breath, a big sip of the beer and decide to push your worries back for a moment. Maybe Josh was right and this would turn out to be great party. You walked out of the house again, trailing behind Josh towards the pool. You took a few more sips of your beer before placing it down on one of the tables. You saw Josh taking off his shirt and cannon balling into the pool at full speed. The splash that followed probably hit around ten people and screams were mixed with laughter. You pulled your shirt over head too, quickly stripping off your shorts, to reveal your bathing outfit. Trying to push back all concerns of yours, you took off running and followed Josh into the pool. When you came back up you saw some other people undressing and jumping into the pool. Josh pulled you to the side and pressed another kiss to your cheek.

For a few hours everything seemed completly fine and you actually quite enjoyed the little party you had going on. You had talked to a few people you hadn't seen in a while and enjoyed the conversations.

But soon enough your bad feeling returned, alcohol had flown enough and you yourself could feel the effect. Heat, alcohol, people - maybe not the best concoction.

You were walking through the garden, having freshly come out of the pool once again. You were on your way to Josh when you felt someone walking too close behind you. You turned around and stood right in front of one of the dudes you didn't know but had seen that day too often. You cought him looking at you a few times during the day but didn't think much of it. He was too close to you and so you took a step back but he only took one towards you. "Woah, bit close there", you stammered out and took another step back. "Why? The way you walk through here you want attention don't you?", he looked you up and down whilst talking. "What?", you asked him confused and looked around to find Josh. Your throat felt like it was closing up and you felt a panicy feeling form in your chest. "Don't play hard too get", he smirked at you and his hand moved to your hip.

Before you could even move yourself you were pulled to the side. "Back off buddy, she's mine", you heard Josh say beside you. Josh was never the overprotective one but you sure were glad that he was there right now. "Woah sorry I didn't know", the other guy responded and took a step back. "She clearly didn't want to be near you anyway so fuck off", you saw his jaw clench and his voice lower a bit. You saw the other guy trying to find a witty response but Josh didn't let him. "You need to leave right now.",Josh motioned towards the gate that lead outside of the property. "You need to chill out", you could feel Josh tense up even more at the answer that he as given. Within seconds he had pushed the dude through the crowd and against the door. "Nobody comes up to my girl like that, and I hope you'll never do that to someone else either", you had followed the two and heard Josh's voice in only a low growl. He opened the door and pushed it wide open, closing it as soon as the other man had left. You placed a hand on Josh's arm ans squeezed it a little. Josh exhaled deeply and pulled you towards him. "I'll never let anybody else touch you, not as long as you are mine"

[malfoys-demigod]

Imagine Tyler trying to make Josh ask you out.

What if Tyler saw the way Josh would look at you. He found it cute, and would tease him whenever you were nearby. Then, later on Tyler would encourage him to ask you out already!

Sometimes Tyler would say, “Dude, c’mon you have to ask her already!” Or would nudge him whenever you would say hi to them.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

For you - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: angst and cliffhanger ending, tyler crying :(

Word Count: 1710

Summary: A few weeks after graduating high school you break the news to your best friend Tyler that you're leaving Columbus.

Summer 2006

Tyler and I had been friends since we were six, and nothing ever changed between us. It had been two weeks since we’d graduated high school, and we’d decided to go on a road trip. While most of our friends had already chosen which colleges they wanted to attend, neither Tyler nor I had made a final decision yet—except I’d just made mine that morning.

We’d parked our car at the entrance to a forest about an hour from Columbus and walked into the greenery. It was a warm day, so I was wearing a t-shirt I’d gotten on a Disney World trip with Tyler and my family, and he was wearing a black muscle shirt that showed off the tattoos he’d gotten the day we graduated, the ink still vibrant.

“I still can’t believe you got those,” I laughed, closing the car door.

“I still can’t believe my mom didn’t kill me the second she saw them,” he quipped, leading the way to the trail. “Have you thought much about what you’re going to do now that we’re done with school?”

I knew he was going to ask that question. I’d deliberately chosen not to tell him when I saw him that morning. When he realized I wasn’t answering, he turned around and looked at me, giving me a look that screamed, “I can read your mind.” His hair was short, initially buzzed to keep it out of his face for basketball, but it had grown out since. I looked into his eyes, which compelled me to tell him everything; the look on his face begged, “Please.”

“Come on, Ty. We don’t need to talk about that right now,” I muttered and continued to walk on until he grabbed my hand.

“Don’t hide things from me, Y/N. We don’t do that,” he said. I pulled my hand out of his grip and let out a loud sigh. He had a point. I’d never kept a secret from Tyler, and when I did have one, he was the first person I told. We were always vulnerable with each other, too. Whenever he was struggling, he’d come and talk to me. He’d even share his music with me despite feeling embarrassed about it because he was ‘supposed to be a jock.’

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He laughed at that. “How on earth would you hurt me? It’s not like you’re leaving, right?” I didn’t say anything. I stood there staring at him with a saddened look on my face, which seemed to be contagious. “It’s not like you’re leaving, right?” he repeated.

“Tyler…” I reached out to him, but he moved away. My worst fear had come true. He hated me.

“You promised me… you said you’d always be here for me, Y/N. You know I need you!” His eyes quickly turned glossy with tears welling up. I had promised that. But I also knew that I couldn’t always be there for him.

“I only got into one school, Ty! What else am I supposed to do? You know I want to do film,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

“You’re supposed to stay in Columbus with me!” he shouted back, two tears running down his face.

“It’s gonna to be okay, Tyler,” I moved closer to him, and the tears started pouring down his face, prompting me to bring him into a tight embrace. He started sobbing, bringing the reality of how much I meant to him to the front of my mind. I really hadn’t thought we were that close. He pulled away slightly from me and looked desperately into my eyes, his hands coming up and cupping my face in the most intimate way he’d ever treated me.

“I need you, Y/N. Don’t leave me alone.” I leant my forehead against his, my right hand cupping the back of his head.

“I’m sorry, Ty,” I whispered, closing my eyes. This was the moment he decided to press his lips to mine in a quick kiss, the saltiness of his tears bringing a depression to an otherwise desperate attempt to make me his. His lips were softer than I had expected them to be. I’d known Tyler through both of his high school girlfriends, and he’d never treated any of them like this before. I pulled away from the kiss, my eyes searching for some kind of explanation.

“Stay with me. I love you,” he pleaded.

“You know I can’t,” I responded, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you too.”

We spent the rest of the day walking through the forest and talking about the future. I’d decided to move to California and attend UCLA’s Film School on an arts scholarship. He still didn’t know what to do now that school was over; basketball was his life in school, but he didn’t want to keep doing it forever. We’d ultimately decided to make the most of the summer and make memories while we could, which resulted in a summer romance between us—the very thing I least expected when I’d woken up that morning.

The day I left for California was hard on Tyler, but I’d made sure to prepare him.

“Are you sure you have to go?” he asked, sitting on my bed while I packed my bags.

“You already know the answer to that. But you know we’ll text every day,” I looked up at him. We’d agreed to end the relationship when I left; four years on the other side of the country would make a serious relationship between us impossible, and we didn’t want to break up on bad terms. “Hey, don’t you have that music thing next week?” Tyler had met some people over the summer who were in local bands and had started attending gigs on the weekends.

“Yeah, but I’ll be too depressed missing you to write anything at the damn workshop,” he’d now rolled over onto his back and was looking at me upside down off the edge of the bed. We both knew that every second we had would be our last, and it was bringing the feeling in the room down.

“I’m proud of you, Ty. You know that, right?” He rolled back onto his stomach and jumped up in front of me.

“Yeah, I know, babe,” he used the one nickname I’d earned over the summer. He was the only one to ever call me that, and I loved him for it.

“I mean it. You’re going places.” I smiled up at him before pulling him in for a final hug. He pressed a kiss to my right temple before whispering, “I’m gonna miss you so much.”

“I love you,” I whispered back before pulling away to grab my suitcase and getting into my car. “Text me every day, Ty, and never ever stop dreaming.”

Summer 2012

I hadn’t spoken to Tyler in three years. He stopped texting me as we both got busier with school and work. The last I’d heard from him, he had formed a band with two of his community college friends, but in a call from my mom, she had told me it wasn’t working out. Other than the occasional call with my mom, I had no idea what was going on back home. For the last few years, I’d worked in the film industry as both a writer and director for short films, but no big projects had come out of it. I was sitting in my apartment eating breakfast on my first Saturday off in a month, ironically scrolling through my emails. Everything was from producers, except for one email from an address I was unfamiliar with: “Reel Bear Media.” I laughed at the film pun before opening the email addressed to “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

My name is Mark. You don’t know me, but I’ve heard a lot about you from one of my clients. I’m well aware that you’re currently based in Los Angeles, California, but I have a work opportunity I’d like to offer you. I currently work as a content producer for an Ohio band with a small but rapidly growing fan base. I’d like to offer you the job (at the request of the front man) as a touring videographer for the band ‘Twenty One Pilots.’ I’ve attached my contact information and some of my photos if you’re interested.

I look forward to hearing from you,

Mark Eshleman”

I scrolled down to look at the attached photo file to come face to face with the boy—now man—I hadn’t seen in around six years.

He’d finally done it. Tyler had finally had the opportunity to make his music. He’d met someone–who I was sure he got along well with–who could truly help him succeed. I pulled out my phone and dialled the saved number I had for Tyler, praying that he hadn’t changed his it. It rang once, twice, I looked at the clock to make sure the time zones were right, three times. 

“Hello?”

“Tyler?” I crossed my fingers, hoping it was him. 

“Hi Y/N. It’s been a long time hasn’t it?” the sound of his voice had changed, deeper than the last time I’d heard it. I could hear the sound of his smirk, confidence sounded good on him. 

“I got the email from Mark. I can’t believe you remembered I did film, let alone even thought of me,” I spoke, the tone of surprise very clearly sounding through the phone. I could hear his laugh come through the speaker. 

“Of course I thought of you. There’s very little I wouldn’t do for you baby,” I grinned hearing the nickname for the first time since I left, “I take it you’re coming then?” I nodded, knowing he can’t see me at all but knew exactly what I’m doing. “Flights are booked then. Be at LAX at 12pm and Josh and I will be at the airport in Columbus as soon as you land.” I couldn’t believe he had the power to book plane tickets that quickly and pick exactly who he wanted as part of his project. 

“I'm so excited to see you! I just know Josh is gonna love you,” he spoke.

“Sorry, who’s Josh?”

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A/N: I really really loved writing this one. It went from something I wasn't too sure about into something super cute ngl. I'll probably write a part two if people want it so make sure to either request it in the question box or comment below if you're keen. Also, please don't repost my writing onto other platforms because I do work hard to come up with these stories!

Thanks for reading <3

[z0mbiekisses]

CALL ME, BEEP ME !

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a story where…

jasmine had her entire life planned. sure, maybe it wasn’t HER plans, HER dreams. but jasmine didn’t know anything different. she was on set for good day dema. jasmine was the stage manager, it was her job to make sure everything was perfect. to paint this image of what dema supposedly is. jasmine knew the city was far from pastels and upbeat music. however, this was her job. and she was determined to make sure she wouldn’t let the bishops down. but when jasmine saw tyler for the first time. something in her changed. but was jasmine really willing to sacrifice everything she has for some idea of “the outside” ? will tyler be enough to open her eyes to the truth?

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playlist(wip); https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2yYKhpbeT1hFhl4PFDfYRa?si=Yuz4ah6MSRy21cjTiAvR3A&pi=u-xl9Jdur5ShCI

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part one

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AUTHORS NOTE: hello!! this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr, despite me being no stranger to writing or tumblr lol. this is all in good fun!! i’m going to try my best to stick to the lore, however i might change things for story sake or get things wrong. if so im sorry!! this will also be pretty short, ill say this will be a 4 part series since this takes place so LATE in the lore. and i rather have a few lengthy parts than multiple short little “chapters”. this is also heavily inspired by @oldiesstationlover11607 work.. more specifically her 2 parter clancy series. PLEASE check out her work it’s some of my favorite!!!

ANYWAAYSSS!!!! i hope you guys enjoy this!! i look forward to writing!!

- val 🎀

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[when-worlds-end]

INTRODUCTION

BUT I AM PETRIFIED Written by Nessrin

Conception ~ August 29th, 2024 10:38AM Published ~ · · · Finished ~ · · ·

MEET THE CHARACTERS

Tyler (Ty) Joseph I care way more than I should about what you think of me.

Joshua (Josh) Dun Bro, she's tearing you apart... and maybe in a good way.

Alexis (Alex) Silvera You are that boy's faith, why won't you let yourself see it??

PLAYLIST

0:00 Car Radio | Twenty One Pilots | "Sometimes quiet is violence..." 4:50 Stressed Out | Twenty One Pilots | "My name's blurry face and I care what you think..." 8:14 Tear In My Heart | Twenty One Pilots | "She's a tear in my heart, I'm alive..." 11:24 Holding On To You | Twenty One Pilots | "Entertain my faith..." 15:49 Trees | Twenty One Pilots | "I want to know you, I want to see, I want to say... hello..." 20:08 The Judge | Twenty One Pilots | "You're the judge, on no, set me free..." 25:07 Heavydirtysoul | Twenty One Pilots | "Can you save my heavy dirty soul?" 29:03 Doubt | Twenty One Pilots | "I'm no good without you..." 32:16 Vignette | Twenty One Pilots | "Where do I go from here?" 36:00 Fake You Out | Twenty One Pilots | "You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified..."

AUTHOR'S NOTES Due to me wanting certain things to happen in this story, the TOP timeline has been altered/accelerated as well as moved forwards towards the current day. To clarify, I have shifted around the years so that things will happen a lot earlier than they did in real life (EX : Tyler and Josh will meet in high school rather than meeting when they're in their early 20s).

DISCLAIMER I do not own any rights to Twenty One Pilots, their lyrics are not mine, their composition is not mine, their timeline is not mine, nor do I know them personally. Everything that happens in this story is a work of pure fiction and written explicitly for entertainment. If the members or their families ever state that they do not want fanfiction written about them/their loved ones, in whatever capacity that may relate to my story, I will take it down and respect all boundaries set.

I only own the storyline and any characters I personally created (EX : Alexis).

[staystreetly]

Destined - Tyler Joseph

Word Count: 625

Warnings: fluff(?) kind of intimate

Author’s note: I, in fact, am actually still alive. I know, it has been soo long but.. i kind of forgot about this account. So, without much talking; Here is my second Tyler Joseph Imagine! Have fun reading <3

The calming sounds of the waves around us distracted me from my fast beating heart. It was beating so loud, I was afraid even Tyler could hear it. He was silently rowing the boat we were sitting in, while analyzing everything, looking at everything, but me. The stars were especially bright that day, they reflected in his beautiful, brown eyes. He let out a deep breath before putting the paddles down. Somehow, he finally got the courage to look into my eyes. “You are so beautiful, you make all the stars up in the sky jealous.” Tyler pointed up to the stars. I giggled. “Is that an actual pick-up line?” I immediately regretted asking that, since he got closer to me, staring into my eyes. Tyler started to check me out carefully, from bottom to top; I felt exposed and blushed. I felt naked. It felt like, he could see right through everything I had. Through my clothes, through my skin, through my bones; As he could see my soul. When our eyes finally met again, he smirked playfully. “No pick-up line, just facts.” It seemed like the shy Tyler, who couldn’t even look at me five minutes ago, disappeared. We didn’t talk. Not at all. We just stared at each other. It was awkward, but fuck yea, I still enjoyed every second of it. “So, aren’t you going to talk?” I leaned my head on my hand. I had no idea why Tyler invited me here, I had no idea what he wanted to do, what he wanted to say. Deep down, I wanted him to confess his love to me, but that would never happen. We were friends for so many years, I knew Tyler. I knew his type in girls, I knew his preferences but I also knew that he wasn’t looking for a relationship. Being with him was so exhausting, it was the best time of my life, but deep down it hurt so much. Knowing that you were just a friend to him, it stung. “You and I.” Tyler leaned forward and broke our little silence. I felt my heart drop. It stopped beating for a second, but then, it beat harder than before. “You and I.” He leaned more forward, which seemed kind of impossible, since he was already so close to me. His scent filled my lungs as my hands nervously grabbed my shirt. His scent, oh, his beautiful scent. It was impossible to describe it in words. Expensive cologne mixed with him. Only him. Bitter, yet so sweet. Light, yet so dark. Cold but yet, so hot. “You and I, we are destined.” , he gently pushed my chin a little bit up, so I could look at him, “We are destined to be together.” I could feel his breath on my skin. I slightly touched his knee, to make sure that it wasn’t a dream. Eyes locked on mine, he brushed his lips against mine. My heart was nearly exploding, after a long time I got to know what “having butterflies in your stomach” actually meant. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that my whole existence depended on this man, the man, I loved. Sending a bolt of electricity through my body, he finally pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, the desire quickly escalating. I bit his lower lip as his hands slid behind my neck. Running my hand through his soft hair, I pulled my body closer, my tongue now battling against his. Our tongues meeting each other made the whole kiss more passionate than it already was. I was ready to give up everything I had, if I had the possibility of staying in that exact moment forever. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Tyler.”

So the stars witnessed us, being destined to be together.

[carry-on-my-pretty-weeper]

REQUESTS!!!

Hey guys I need some inspo for regular fics, I dont want to just cranky out chapters cause for those who dont want to read Catching Lightning theres barely anything on my blog! So basically what I'm trying to say is shoot me an ask! I'll write it! (As best as I can) It can be with anyone! Even someone I dont usually write or havent written before! But yeah if you got an idea or even want to request a drabble prompt idea go for it! The choice is yours!

[rrickgrrimes8]

Late - Tyler Joseph x reader imagine

As you arrived you saw that not only had the miles and miles of queueing fans had completely disintegrated but that the entire building practically shook because of the beautiful yet chaotic melody of his soul.

"Great I'm late to my own boyfriends concert." You whispered to yourself thinking out loud. You took the keys out of the ignition once you were safely parked in the appropriate spot. You hopped out of the car immediately regretting don't bringing a coat. You looked over to the building again and was completely mesmerised by the sound of your boyfriends voice.

"Am I screaming to an empty sky?"

You heard from behind the door and you subconsciously looked up at the gloomy winter weather and looked at it in awe. It was truly beautiful. You could almost touch and you moved your hand up to the sky to trace over the remaining clouds of the day before it came night.

"Empty sky, no way, that's me cause one half of my heart is free"

You looked between the 'empty sky' and the vibrating door and you felt the urge to know more. You always loved his music no matter how weird or crazy it was because no matter what you found it truly beautiful. You knew it was a masterpiece. For instance right now just with two lines out of hundreds in this song you were completely in a trance at his beauty. His beautiful voice. His beautiful words. His beautiful everything.

"Empty sky, no way, that's me cause the other half of my hearts asleep."

You took a deep breath preparing yourself for the raging crowds that you're about to expose yourself too. You petite hand pushed open the bars door and you pleasantly saw the image of your two best friends unraveling their souls, their passions, their love onto the audience and now onto you.

You walked further into the screaming group just as lovely began to start.

"You say things with your mouth cobwebs and flies come out." You smiled up to your sweaty ass boyfriend and laughed at the absurdity of his outfit. He was wearing what he typically wore but it didn't make it any stranger or funnier. His slim body was wrapped in a floral kimono and his beautiful brown eyes were covered by some white circular shades.

"I hear a second voice behind your tongue somehow."

There it is again. The beauty of his words shattering my concentration and bringing me into a new world of sometimes dark but definitely deep thoughts.

He's perfect. You thought.

"Luckily I can read your mind flies and cobwebs unwind."

God his voice is beautiful.

"They will not take you down. They will not cast you out."

You found yourself singing and dancing along to the beautiful melody just like everyone else in the audience. I kept my eyes on Tyler practically burning wholes in his kimono covered body. He started to dance around a bit and you couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his attempts at being somewhat graceful.

"Don't be gone." He sang.

God my heart can't handle this.

"Don't be gone."

Yep 100% my heart can't handle this.

"Don't be gone."

Okay I think I'm dying.

"Don't be gone."

I'm dead. Deceased. RIP (Y/n) (y/l/n). Died because Tyler Joseph was to precious.

"Don't be gone."

Goodbye life.

Before I knew it the song had ended and the entire audience lay dormant probably trying to comprehend how incredible that man is.

"We are twenty one pilots and so are you!"

Josh and Tyler screamed into the sea of their fans and the whole crowd erupted into a frenzy of screams and way to overexcited teens. The room started to clear out pretty quickly so I decided to go round the building and to the backstage. I wondered the corridors looking for any semblance for the talented duo.

Finally I arrived at the door which entailed a handwritten sign saying:

TWENTY ONE PILOTS - NO BANANAS ALLOWED.

Oh my lord Tyler. You thought to yourself while shaking your head. You raised your hand to knock on the door but was stopped by a very scared Joshua opening the door.

"Oh thank god, (y/n)!" He said picking you up and wrapping you in a warm hug. You hugged back immediately completely ignoring the confusion you were feeling at the moment.

"It's good to see you too Josh." He pulled away and checked your body for any sign of injury which increased you confusion.

"Thank god your okay!" He exclaimed before pulling you into another bone crushing hug.

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" You asked still hugging Josh. He pulled back again but kept his hands on your shoulders.

"Y-you weren't here. W-we couldn't see you during the s-show." Josh said stumbling over his words while squeezing you shoulders lightly.

"Oh yeah I lost track of time but I saw the end of the concert though."

"Yeah I kinda guessed that but uh well I'm really glad you here right now b-because well um-"

"Because what, Josh?"

"It's Tyler." He said quickly pulling you into the room and locking the door.

"What about Tyler?" You said looking straight at a very concerned Josh. He just looked back guilt and worry evident in his deep brown eyes. Suddenly he looked over to the corner of the room where soft whimpers could be heard.

"T-Tyler" You squeaked, looking over to your sobbing and hunched over boyfriend.

"Oh Tyler." You whispered strolling over to his sobbing shell. You sat down next to him and pulled him into your lap. He was still wearing his signature kimono but he lost the glasses and just looking at his eyes it was evident he was in distress.

"It's okay baby I'm here." You said in hopes it would give him any sort of comfort or reassurance. At the sound of your voice his head perked up and he finally saw you.

"(y-y/n)?" He asked still crying heavily but the feeling of seeing you made him calm down slightly.

"Yeah I'm here baby. I'm here." You cooed him while rocking him back and forth ever so slightly.

"I-I t-thought something h-had happened-d to y-you."

"I know Tyler but I'm okay. I'm safe." You reassured him and he lifted his hands and rested them on the sides of your face.

"I-I was s-so sca-scared to y-you we're h-hurt o-or if-f yo-you w-were-"

He cut himself off with a loud excruciatingly painful sob. You put your hands on his puffy cheeks and brought his lips to yours.

"I'm okay baby. I here with you and I'm not going anywhere."

"I-I Lo-love yo-u"

"I love you too baby"

You peaked his lips again but he pulled you in for a longer and more passionate endeavour. You reluctantly pulled away and looked at him in awe.

This man is mine.

"Oh and I didn't miss all of the concert." You said smiling wide.

"O-oh yeah?"

"Yep" You said popping the 'p'.

"I was there to see lovely and might I add it was incredible."

"I-t was-wasn't that g-good."

Tyler's breathing finally seemed to even put even though he was still stumbling over his words a bit.

"Oh darling it was. You have no idea how mesmerised I was by you. You almost killed me with your voice." Tyler laughed while stroking some hairs out of your face.

"You were good also Joshua." You stated looking over to the corner where a very uncomfortable Josh sat on his phone. Tyler's head shot over to him as well causing josh to start laughing at his reaction.

"Thank you (y/n)"

"W-wait were you there the whole time?"

"Yep."

"And you didn't think to you know just leave and give us a moment."

"Well I mean I did give you a moment Tyler I have given you many moments. I just stayed in the room for them as well." Josh smiles goofily at them and you both started to laugh.

"Anyways we should get going I need sleep sleep."

"And we need to have sex." You said to Tyler but also grinning at both Josh and Tyler who wore hilarious shocked faces.

"Wait are you serious?" Tyler asked clearly getting a bit excited.

"Only if you want to baby."

"Ew oh my lord ew shut up both of you." Josh said gagging and running out of the room.

"He's such a child." You stated rolling your eyes while Tyler laughed at the idiocy that is his best friend.

"But in all seriousness where you joking before?" You grinned mischievously and slid your hand into his.

"Let's go home and see." Tyler grinned like a child and practically pulled you out of the room.

"You're such a dork."

"But you love me."

"Hell yeah I do Mr Joseph."

"I love you too Miss (y/l/n)."

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Lallapalopza part 5 will be posted today!