#torchbearerimagines

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hello. It’s me, anonymous (yes. I am the person who submitted the torchbearer request. That was amazing by the way! You’re an amazing writer!).

I feel bad asking for another TØP one shot (another Josh one on top of that), but I was wondering if you could do a fluffy one where Josh teaches the reader to play the drums a little bit everyday after soundcheck for the Clancy tour, but they don’t tell Tyler (no reason. They just want to mess with him). You can end it however you want, but I think it would be cute Tyler accidentally interrupts a cute moment Josh and the reader are having.

You don’t have to follow this exactly (or at all), I just think it’s cute. Only if you want to of course.

Drum lessons - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: None! Super fluffy <3

A/N: Dude I love tøp and have been waiting for someone to just throw requests my way so NEVER feel bad for requesting tøp. They’re my main fandom anyways and no one has been requesting them so ily 🤟 I'd love to assign you an anon emoji so I know who my anons are so let me know which one you want next time you request. And keep requesting! I write for both Josh and Tyler (and I love Josh a lot so keep them coming!)

I couldn’t tell you how many times I’d watched Josh play drums and wondered how on earth he managed to get each of his limbs to move at different speeds. I’d played guitar before, and I understood how piano worked, but drums just left me clueless. The boys had been practising for the Clancy tour for a few days, and it was the last day before we travelled to Denver. Tyler had gone to get changed and shower before driving home, but Josh and I stayed behind to talk to Mark and film some stuff. The red drum kit sat alone on the stage. I stared at it before sitting behind it and holding the sticks.

“Look at you!” Josh laughed. I smiled brightly at him. “Well if you’re gonna be behind the kit at least play me something.” I hit the snare, kick, and cymbals making a loud (and awful) sound. I burst out laughing, knowing it sounded terrible yet I was thoroughly enjoying myself. 

“I should replace you as the drummer shouldn’t I?” I grinned. He walked up behind me, holding me in a backwards hug. Pressing his lips to my cheek, he whispered “Not quite.” I looked around to see the crew were all gone. “I could teach you though.” He had to be joking. Yeah, I could play guitar and was interested in what Josh did, but he was crazy to think I had the coordination even to play something basic. 

“Haha funny,” I smirked, putting the sticks down and getting up. 

“No, seriously,” he followed quickly behind me as I grabbed my stuff and headed to our car. “It would be something cool for us to do together on tour. Tyler normally leaves after soundcheck to hang with Jenna and the kids. We’d have time.” He was right. I really did want to learn to play drums; they’d always fascinated me. “Come on… it would be fun,” Josh enticed, getting into the car. 

“Yeah, okay,” I nodded, “let’s do it.” 

The first ‘session’ was a disaster. He’d attempted to get me to do a ‘basic’ drum beat he called some complicated name I’d forgotten the name of by the time I sat down. 

“No, no, like this.” He hit one of the drums before stopping to let me try. I’d just stayed to get it before we were told to get off stage. “You’ll get it next time y/n, trust me,” Josh reached for my hand and led me down the halls of the venue. 

“Why don’t we just choose a pilots’ song and you teach me that? Surely there’s an easy one?” I asked. He perked up in excitement. 

“Yeah, that’s a great idea. Routines isn’t too hard, we could even get out up on stage once you get it down,” he smiled. There was no way on earth that would ever happen. 

“Sure Josh, sure,” I rolled my eyes. 

A few sessions later I was starting to get the handle of it. Josh would play the track on his phone and tell me which drums to hit and when until I remembered what to do. 

“Kick, snare, kick, kick, kick, snare. Oh, and remember to keep hitting the high hat the whole time.” I continued to play the song while Josh air drummed and Tyler’s voice played in the background. “Yes! There you go!” I flashed him a smile as I hit the last drumbeat in the song. Josh snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his lips to mine. I kissed him back, cupping his jaw and smiling into the kiss. Josh’s baseball cap brushed against my forehead as we pulled away. I pull it off him and put it on backwards, just like him. 

“Drums are actually kinda fun.”

“Of course they are. I told you, you could do it,” he still held me close in his arms, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” I brushed one of his loose curls out of his face, wondering how lucky I was to have him. He turned his head into my hand, pressing his lips to my palm. “You’re my favourite person.” The curtains backstage ruffled as Tyler stepped out onto the stage. 

“Josh you’re still practicing? I thought we finished soundcheck,” he shouted, running across the venue to the B-stage drum island. “We already did Routines.” Tyler was dressed in his first tour outfit, holding the Clancy mask in his hand. Josh rested his head in the crook of my neck as he looked at Tyler. “Oh shoot, sorry,” Tyler smiled awkwardly, realizing the position we were in, “I didn’t realise you were uh… what was it you were doing?” I waited for Josh to say something, but he stayed quiet. Tyler waited patiently for either of us to answer the question. “Wait, was y/n playing?” A more confident smile spread across his face. Josh sat up and nodded eagerly at Tyler.

“Yep, I taught her the song, she’s amazing isn’t she?” 

“Yeah, I genuinely thought you were Josh with that hat and the drumming over the speakers,” Tyler said, sitting down on the b-stage just next to the drum kit. “You know, it would be cool to have you on stage together playing.” I knew this was coming. I could practically feel the smirk grow on Josh’s face. “And I’m guessing he’s already tried to convince you. I’m sure we can set that up, the fans would go crazy,” he rested his head on his hands, staring up at the roof of the venue. I placed the drumsticks back into their storage cup before getting up from the kit and sitting in front of Josh on the floor. He nudged me, trying to bring my attention to the idea of playing on stage. 

“I-uh… I don’t think it’s for me, you know. You guys perform in front of massive crowds and given that it took me 3 weeks to talk to Josh after we properly met, my anxiety could never,” I pulled at the sleeves of my sweater nervously. 

Tyler smiled at me, knowingly, “I get it, it takes a lot to perform in front of people every night.” I nodded, glad he understood my situation. 

“Just know that I can make it happen if you want it to,” Josh smiled. 

“Of course you can.”

//

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[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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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.

Part 2

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 it. The phone 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. 

“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.”

I grinned.

“I take it you’re coming then?”

I nodded, knowing he couldn't see me at all but knew exactly what I was 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?”

//

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!

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In-ears - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Anxiety

Word Count: 938

Summary: Reader comforts Tyler after his in-ears break during a show - requested

Every aspect of The Takeøver Tour had been thought out perfectly, every step and change managed by the crew. Tonight’s show had been great, everything sounded perfect, the crowd was lively, and no one fell over–despite how common it was. But I could tell something was off with Tyler, he sat on the piano listening to the clique sing, his entire demeanor just… off. It was clear he was taking deep breaths and shaking his head, all while staring at the ceiling. I wanted to go out there and ask him what was wrong, he never acted like this during shows–distant. As soon as the boys finished playing Trees and said goodbye to the clique, I rushed to the dressing room to meet them. Water bottle in hand, in-ears out, Josh had a concerned look plastered on his face as he quickly followed after Tyler, who’d walked right past me. My Tyler. He’d ignored me, despite very clearly seeing me waiting for him. 

“I need to talk to Dave,” He dictated, a crew member nodding and leaving the room in a hurry. Dave was the boys’ sound guy, he made sure their in-ears were working and their packs were connected to the right frequencies. Tyler leaned towards Josh, whispering something to him that I couldn’t hear. Josh looked down at me. ‘Is he okay?’ I mouthed. He said nothing, not even a brief nod. Something had to be wrong. Dave walked into the room and Tyler put down his water bottle. “What’s the issue?” Dave asked. 

“Okay, so either, I like, hurt my ears really really bad tonight,” he pointed to his in-ears, “or there’s something wrong with either the pack, the cable, or the ears.” I felt my stomach drop. Dave nodded, listening to exactly what Tyler was saying. 

“If you give the ears to me, I’ll clean them, test them–”

“I’m like freaking out right now,” Tyler interrupted. I could tell he was freaking out, his entire body was stiff. “It feels like my left ear has blood coming out of it.” Josh nodded. 

“That’s happened to me before.”

“I want you to keep my ears and the pack the way it is, and I want you to–I want to know exactly what’s wrong,” Tyler instructed, handing over the ears and pack to Dave. “Really worried right now. I would like you to find out whether or not there’s something wrong with that rig.” He held his hands together, trying to remain calm. Dave left the room to figure out what was wrong, leaving Tyler, Josh, and I alone. 

“I’ve had cables go bad, and if you haven’t cleaned it in a while then ear wax can build up in there and it’ll sound like that ear’s broken,” Josh said, taking a sip of his water. His hair was stuck to the sides of his face, damp with sweat. Tyler hadn’t looked at me yet, hadn’t even acknowledged I was in the room with them. He pulled out his airpods and connected them to his phone. Josh grabbed my hand and led me out into the hall. 

“Did I do something?” I asked, “Like I get the issue with the in ears is scary but what does that have to do with me?” Josh looked calm, like he knew exactly how to fix this. 

“It’s scary being up on stage and not having your ears working. It can like–seriously damage your hearing and for a singer like Tyler that’s a big deal. He’s just freaked out right now.”

“How am I supposed to fix that though? He completely ignored me when he got off stage,” I muttered, folding my arms in front of my chest. 

“Talk to him,” he offered, looking back at Tyler in the room. “I’m going to go see if they’re working on the ears but I’ll be back.” I nodded as he walked down the hall and around the corner, disappearing from my sight. 

“Tyler?” I muttered, entering the room and taking a deep breath. Finally, he looked up at me, taking one of his airpods out to hear me. “Are you okay?” He shook his head and reached his arms out, asking me to come closer. I moved to sit on his lap, straddling him so I could properly talk to him. 

“I’m scared, Y/N. The whole show, I was having these terrible thoughts about my career, my ears are done. I’m picturing touching my ear and seeing blood. I’m just–it’s just–a really freaky moment,” he mumbled, shoulders tense. I could hear Good Day playing through the airpod in his left ear and he closed his eyes in focus. The fact that Tyler was having those thoughts on stage worried me, he was so quick to go dark when things went wrong and it was hard to get him to talk about it with anyone–even Josh. 

“You’re okay,” I cooed, running a hand through his blonde tips. 

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna be okay… I think I’m fine,” he fell back onto the couch and a slow smile crept  onto his face. I returned the smile, relieved that he was okay, that we were okay. “There’s gotta be something wrong with that rig.” I nodded, listening to him think through the possible problems. 

“Thanks for making sure I’m okay Y/N,” he cupped my jaw. 

“Yeah well Josh is off making sure the pack and ears get fixed, okay?” I smiled. 

“God, how did I get so lucky to have you and Josh here for me?” He chuckled. I leaned forward, our lips brushing gently against each other. 

“It’s not luck if you deserve it Ty.”

//

Really enjoyed this one! Can't wait to write the next one :)

[oldiesstationlover11607]

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Salutations! It is I! 💛! Your favorite yellow emoji! I am sorry I haven’t requested anything recently. I just went to my show last night actually and so I’ve been busy prepping for that and traveling! It was amazing by the way! God it was like I dream! You’ll love it when you see them! Also, the last one shot was so cute and fluffy and I love it so much! When he gave the reader his shirt 😭!

Anyways, my request. At my show, Tyler made an innuendo on stage which inspired this. I was wondering if you could do a story where Tyler has a game where he tries to subtly flirt with the reader as many times as possible on stage. Maybe it could be talking, maybe it can just be him winking at her or something like that. Maybe after he does it one night, fans notice and they explode on twitter or something. Idk. I know this may be a stupid idea, but I felt like it could cute and fluffy if you want to try it! ☺️

P.S. Would you be willing to write for Spooky Jim (Josh’s blurryface persona)? I have possible ideas for that. To me, he’d just kinda be the same as Blurryface, just with Josh. But, you could see him differently (I’m sorry if you’ve written him before and I just didn’t see).

Flirt - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Tyler flirting - innuendos, Tyler kissing the reader and being extra

Word Count: 1844 - I lowkey feel bad for these being short but it kinda fits the request prompt lol

A/N: Welcome back bestie 💛 anon! I hope you like this one - Tyler has been so unhinged lately it's been hilarious. I'm so glad you enjoyed your show, I can't wait for mine :) And YES of course I'm willing to write for Spooky Jim! I love Josh so much lol and I can imagine his blurryface persona being so much more heartbreaking considering Josh is such a sweetheart. I haven't written him yet but I'd can't wait to see your ideas!

It had come around to that part of the album cycle again where Tyler and Josh were on tour and for the first time since Tyler and I had gotten engaged, I was on tour with them. We were about halfway into the shows when we stopped in LA for a two night stay. Tyler had gotten up much earlier than I–as usual–to make sure everything was set up and to do a soundcheck before the show. We normally slept in after the late nights with Tyler getting up around 12:00 and I at 1:00 (although Tyler did make sure to bring me food when I was still in bed). After an afternoon of exploring the city, we made our way into the dressing room, waiting for fans to pile in. He scrolled through social media and did some vocal warm ups before sitting down on the couch with me. Josh was sitting in front of the mirror, mostly ready with the exception of his hair, which he was redying. 

“How’re you feeling?” I asked Tyler. 

“Pretty good. It’s gonna be a good show, I can feel it.” Tyler could always tell how the shows were going to go–even before getting onstage–and everyone else around him could tell exactly how he was feeling. He had a calm look on his face, as if he was reflecting on plans for the show. 

“How much time do we have?” Josh asked, leaning back from the mirror to look at the analogue clock hanging on the wall. 

“About thirty minutes I think,” Tyler said, chugging the Red Bull can he’d picked out from the mini fridge. 

“Where do you want me during the show?” I questioned, each venue having a different ‘best spot’ that Tyler wanted me ‘stationed at’. Last night it was higher up in the venue in a VIP section for friends and family, which was cool because he could see me the whole time. 

“Just off stage works best. Debby’s going to be under the stage to help Josh before routines so if you want to hang with her then that’s cool too,” he explained. 

“Yep, I think she’s preparing everything down there now with Mark,” Josh got up. “I’m going to go wash this out.” He pointed to his hair and walked into the hallway in the direction of the showers, leaving Tyler and I alone. As soon as Tyler was sure Josh couldn’t see he wrapped his arms around me  and dragged me onto his lap. 

“You look good today babe,” he smirked, looking me up and down. I could feel the warmth spreading through my face. He always found the best moments to make me blush with his words. I moved in closer so he was hugging me close, my chin resting on his shoulder. 

“You look better,” I laughed, ruffling his hair. He chuckled, pulling me even tighter against him. he nuzzled the side of my head and planted a soft kiss on my forehead, before continuing

“I don’t know if I agree with you on that one.” He was never one to back down from teasing. He continued to hold onto me, gently massaging your thighs as you sat on his lap. Josh walked back into the room, his hair dry and back to its bright red peekaboo color. 

“We should probably get you where you need to be,” I chucked, looking at the clock and climbing off Tyler’s lap. He pouted, reaching his arms out and making grabby hands in my direction. “Come on.” I grasped his hand and pulled him up next to me–his hand staying intertwined with me even after he got up. We walked out of the dressing room and out into the hallway where the boys would usually split up. They hugged, patting each other on the back and smiling. 

“Have a good show,” I smiled, waving goodbye to Josh and following Tyler to the right side entrance. He held my hand as he followed behind the security guard, the sound of screaming fans pouring in through the walls. Tyler smiled widely, his expression practically screaming excitement and adrenaline. As soon as the guard opened the door the noise in the room multiplied, the room filled with screams and cheers, making it hard to even think. He held my hand tightly as he followed the guard, the room around us slowly shifting from the dim hallways to the bright stage being lit by lights and strobe. He stopped just off stage, taking a few breaths before he turned and faced you, his smile still beaming. 

“I love you,” I smiled. He pressed his lips to mine, cupping my jaw and slipping his tongue just inside my mouth. Something was different about him, like he had some sort of agenda or something to prove to me. He pulled back after a short while, gently biting my bottom lip as the music started playing. 

“I love you too,” he smirked, running onto the stage and turning on his celebrity persona. Tyler bounced through his first few songs, running around the stage and acting like his usual self. He was clearly high on adrenaline, with his brain focused on making sure the show ran smoothly. He made his way to the mic at the center of the stage for the talking break. As he began, he made direct eye contact with me, sending a cheeky smile my way. “Is everyone having a good time?” he shouted into the mic and pointed out to the sea of people who screamed back at him. “I can’t hear you. Scream louder for me!” He waved his arms in the air to the entire audience who screamed louder than before. “There you go,” he looked off stage at me and smirked knowing full well what he was doing. After a few more songs he moved to different parts of the arena for Ride where he was planning on getting people to sing the choruses with him. I had decided to sit under the stage with Debby who was watching, helping Josh to get changed for the next song. “Where’s my right side daddy?” I could hear Tyler shout through the speakers. My jaw dropped. 

“No fucking way.” 

Josh laughed under his breath, looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Yep.” As each chorus went by I nodded my head along to the beat and Tyler’s voice. 

“This is not happening,” I covered my eyes. 

“It so is,” Debby laughed, helping Josh into his jacket. The song continued until Tyler got to the last chorus, in the pit. 

“Oh my pit children, you need a daddy too,” Tyler’s voice moaned slightly making my knees go weak. He needed to stop this or it wasn’t going to end well for either of us. Debby was keeled over in laughter and I was mortified. This wasn’t happening. By the time they’d finished Paladin Strait and come off stage before the encore he’d continued to make suggestive jokes. Little did anyone know that each of his little jokes was perfectly aimed at me and as every one landed I got more and more worked up and embarrassed. Running offstage, Josh went straight to Debby and Tyler to I. My arms were crossed as he stood in front of me with a large and proud smirk slapped onto his face. 

“What?” he shrugged, taking a drink of water and jumping on the spot. 

“You know what,” I scoffed, clenching my fists and biting my lip to hide the smile I could feel coming on. I was terrible at being mad at people and Tyler always managed to unleash the happy side of me in the middle of every argument we’d ever had. 

“Yeah I do,” he kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair. With my brows furrowed I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting to let him go. As he rested his chin on the top of my head everything around us disappeared. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as the smell of sweat and Red Bull poured from his pores. I didn’t care though, he was mine and he’d been driving me insane for the last hour and a half. Fans continued to scream as the end of the Paladin Strait music video played and Josh appeared next to us. I let Tyler go as the intro for Jumpsuit started playing. Josh ran back on stage to his drum kit but Tyler paused on the stairs looking at me. I shot him a wave and he mouthed the words ‘I love you,’ pressing his hands against his heart, ‘I know,’ I mouthed back with a short roll of my eyes before he bounced back on stage. I stood there, heart pounding, watching him take command of the stage once more, his voice raw and powerful as he sang the opening lines. The lights pulsed in sync with the music, and the crowd, already hyped, seemed to reach a new level of frenzy. I could see him glancing my way, just for a moment, every now and then. It was subtle, but after the stunts he'd pulled earlier in the set, I was more than aware. He was still playing his little game, flirting with me in front of thousands of people who had no idea the winks and smirks were meant for me. As the song ended, Tyler paused at the mic again, wiping the sweat from his brow. 

“You guys are incredible tonight!” he shouted, and the crowd roared in response. He turned slightly toward the side of the stage where I stood, his eyes glinting mischievously under the lights. “But there's someone over here who’s got me feeling... extra good tonight,” he teased, his voice dropping a little lower. I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. The audience, completely oblivious, ate it up, screaming and cheering at the implication. Twitter was going to be in shambles after this. He’d never been this bold on stage before, not with me watching from the sidelines. And I knew for a fact the fans would pick up on it. There was no way they wouldn’t. When they finished playing Trees and saying goodbye to everyone, Tyler ran off stage, completely drenched in sweat and buzzing with post-show energy. He didn’t waste a second before wrapping his arms around me, spinning me around in a tight hug. “How’d I do?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear, still catching his breath from the performance. I smacked him lightly on the chest, still smiling despite myself. 

“You’re impossible. You know that?” He grinned, leaning down to kiss me softly. 

“I only did it because I love you.” His smirk returned. “And because I love seeing you squirm like a bug.”

I shoved him playfully. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait till Twitter gets a hold of this.” Tyler chuckled, pulling me close again. 

“Let them talk.” His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “You’re the only one I care about, anyway.”

//

Requests open!

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hey!! i’ve never requested before so 😢😅😅 anyways i’m obsessed w ur writing!! plus im so happy to see a fellow tøp writer still around!!:3

i’ll kind of you let you take the lead here of what you want to do, but i think the idea of “my brothers best friend” is sooo🥰

like josh is the readers brother, and of course tyler is always around & maybe you can do something fluffy where tyler was sleeping over at the house, and reader gets home late from an AWFUL date & they converse about it & reader admits that maybe these dates aren’t working bc her mind is on someone else..🤗

or something a bit “angsty” where josh teases his sister all the time, but tyler joins in as well and it really upsets the reader because she adores him

up to you!!!! i just like the concept^^

Bad Date - Tyler Joseph x Dun!Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Dun!Reader

Warnings: mild language, the date being weird and uncomfortable to reader

Word Count: 2659 - it's a longer one so ur welcome :)

A/N: Welcome new anon! Hope you like this one! It was super fun to write :) Definitely feel free to request another fic and if you become a regular we can assign you an emoji just like 💛 anon!

“So… did you like the movie?” My date asked as he pulled into the driveway of my house. He’d been begging me to go see some action movie he’d already seen twice before with his ‘boys’, because apparently ‘I was gonna love it.’ I’d met Matthew at work and he’d flirted with me for months before asking me out. Yeah, he was cute but not enough for me to be head over heels yet–I barely knew anything about him other than the fact that he was into movies and videogames. 

“Yeah,” I lied, staring at the front door and planning my escape route. Matthew turned to face me, a soft smile growing on his pale face. 

“Am I gonna get to see you again?” he breathed, the smell of the spaghetti he’d eaten for dinner wafting into my face. “Maybe I could meet your brother?” He reached out to stroke my hair like I was some domestic animal he could touch. I wanted to slap his hand away, the warm dampness of his palms waving over me. 

“Josh? Why would you want to meet him?” I scoffed. None of my other dates had ever talked about Josh and I was 90% sure I’d never even mentioned that I had a brother. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him more than anything but my dates were supposed to be about me. 

“He’s in that band that was playing Ichthus a few months ago right? Twenty one pilots?” Oh. It was about the band. It was about twenty one fucking pilots. 

“You know what? I’m gonna go,” I said, peeling his hand off me and getting out of the car. The lights beamed from the car, pathing the way for me to get into the house. 

“Y/N! Wait!” he shouted after me but stayed in the car. If he really wanted me to stop then he would’ve run after me. He was still shouting my name when I got to the front door. I knocked frantically on the wood, trying to get inside before I further embarrassed myself in front of the entire neighborhood. No one was answering and the lights inside were turned off as far as I could see through the window. I dug through my bag desperately trying to either find my keys or phone–anything to get into the house and out of the burning headlights of the car. The door in front of me creaked open before a hand pulled me inside and out of the cold night air. Tyler. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, leading me further into the house and into the lounge. It wasn’t rare that Tyler would spend the night at our house–he was Josh’s best friend and bandmate which meant after many late nights working on music he would just sleep over instead of going home. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I nodded, taking off my coat and hanging it on the rack in the hallway. “Has Josh gone to bed already?”

“Yeah, you know him,” he chuckled. “What was that about?” he pointed in the direction of the front of the house where Matthew’s car had undoubtedly already left. He moved to sit on the other end of the couch, resting his feet on our coffee table. 

“Just a bad date,” I attempted a laugh but failed to hide my embarrassment. 

“What made it bad?” he asked. I didn’t think he would care about his best friend’s little sister’s date. 

“Honestly?” He nodded. “I think he wanted to get to know Josh more than me–because of the band,” I sighed. Tyler’s mouth opened as if to say a silent ‘oh’. He looked upset, his face falling into an introspective visage that broke my heart. 

“Wait really?” he muttered and I nodded. “I’m sorry, that’s not fair at all.” He was right, it wasn’t fair at all. Clearly Matthew wasn’t for me. I got up to grab myself a drink from the kitchen and Tyler moved so he could see me from where he was sitting. 

“It’s okay though. I think I just haven’t found the right person yet, you know?” I grabbed Tyler a Red Bull from the fridge and poured myself a glass of ice cold water. His face lit up at the sight of the Red Bull can and I didn’t have the strength to hold back my own smile–his smile and laugh were just too contagious. I couldn't go longer than 10 seconds without bursting at the seams. 

“Yeah, I guess so. I’m just worried I’ll never find the right person,” I sighed. Tyler chuckled, taking a sip of his ‘liquid death’ as I’d called it almost every time I caught him drinking it. “What’s so funny?”

“I–I’m just thinking about it. What if you’ve already met the right person but you just don’t know it yet?” he hummed. I scoffed as if what he had said was ridiculous. Tyler was that person to say things no one else ever thought to say out loud–most of us just kept it inside out of the fear of being seen as ‘weird’. Tyler wasn’t afraid to be called weird. 

“That’s a bit unrealistic isn’t it? Surely if I had already met that person then I would know,” I responded. He pulled a face at me, as if to say ‘are you sure about that?’ “I don’t know Ty.” I shrugged. He scooted closer to me on the couch, moving so he was sitting right up against me. He reached up to curl my hair behind my ear in a much more genteller way than Matthew had earlier. I wanted him to keep his hand there, resting against my face–I really hadn’t realized how comfortable I was around him until tonight.  

“Listen, I think you’re going to find the perfect person for you in life. They’re gonna care about you so much and know every little fact about you–like how your favorite color is (insert favorite color here), or how Josh used to hide candy under your bed so no one other than you two could eat it. They’re going to love you more than anything and want you around 24/7,” he proclaimed. I really couldn’t hide the grin on my face, especially since it was now accompanied by a warm blush. 

“Have you met that person?” I asked. 

“I think so, yeah,” he breathed, placing the can in his hand onto the coffee table. 

“What’s she like?” 

He let out a loud breath before thinking. “She’s cool. One of the smartest people I know, beautiful and talented–though she doesn’t think she is–and she makes me love life more than anything. I haven’t told her how I feel though,” he dragged off. 

“Why not?” I questioned, taking a sip of my water and placing it next to Tyler’s can. I was invested now. 

“I think it’s just never come up before you know? It’s not like I can just blast my feelings at her when she’s off doing her own thing or it’s out of the blue.” 

I nodded, completely understanding. “I get that. I’m sure she likes you too, you’re a pretty great guy Tyler,” I smiled. 

“Pretty great huh?” he boasted. Tyler never really talked about his life outside of the band, Josh and I. I knew he worked at a church nearby and helped out with their music but other than that I had no idea what he did in his spare time. He smiled back at me and I found myself staring into his cinnamon brown eyes. I didn’t want to look away, in fact, I would stay here all night staring into his eyes if he’d let me.  He slowly and cautiously moved his hand back to my face, gently touching my cheek before speaking. “Can I ask you something?” I snapped out of the daze he’d caught me in. 

“Yeah anything,” I nodded. 

He took a deep breath before speaking again and looked away for a moment, curling a very short strand of his hair around his index finger and tugging it slightly. “If I tell you something, do you promise not to get mad?”

“Tyler, it's me. I’m not going to get mad at you,” I stated. I’ve never really been the type of person to get mad easily. His shoulders rose and fell as he chuckled quietly.

“And you won’t tell anyone? Not even Josh?” 

“That depends on what you’re about to tell me,” I answered. Josh and I didn’t really keep secrets from each other, ever. If he was going to tell me the band was breaking up of course I would tell Josh but if it was personal and didn’t affect my brother then of course I’d keep it a secret. He started to pull his hair a bit harder which I noticed as he became anxious. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Just tell me what’s going on,” I reassured, taking his hand in mine and holding it gently. 

“I’m not sure how to say this but.. I… just… please promise me you’ll try and understand what I’m about to tell you…” Tyler was good with words, always knowing what to say so if he didn’t know how to tell me something then it had to be a big deal. He took another shaky breath, his eyes closing and opening again as he continued to look between me and our hands. I felt like I was about to pass out from the anticipation. What on earth would he want to tell me and not Josh? He squeezed my hand and swallowed before speaking. His voice was gentle and shaky, the most vulnerable I’d ever heard–even in his music.“I think–I think you’re my person.”

I’d never really thought of Tyler like that before. Sure, he was famous and talented and handsome and kind and actually interested in my life, but he–we weren’t supposed to–god he was pretty wasn’t he?

“Huh?” Damn it Y/N! What kind of a response is fucking ‘huh’. The awkward silence was growing rapidly with every second and I was beginning to panic. Tyler’s eyes were locked onto mine, his face conflicted but retaining the little confidence he had. “I–uh. Does Josh know?” He shook his head, holding my hand closer in his hand and rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. He let out a short chuckle, his eyes darting away for a moment in embarrassment. It was a quiet chuckle, one that let out some of the shakiness he had before. 

“No, he doesn’t,” he muttered. “And I’d rather he didn’t know until… well until I’ve talked to you about it,” he continued, glancing up at me again and meeting my gaze. I nodded, trying to bite back the delusional smile growing on my face. He undoubtedly had noticed my poor attempt because his nervous demeanor softened as he cupped my face. “Can I do something that I’ve wanted to do for a really long time?” I hummed a yes, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He let out a shaky breath, his heart racing as he moved his free hand to gently rest against my chin. He tilted it up so he could meet and hold my gaze. He could feel his own eyes staring into mine as he almost lost all train of thought. There was so much I wanted to say. My brain was speeding like a bullet, endless trains of thought rushing through a mile a minute. He leaned forwards slowly, his hand still holding my chin and his other hand gently gripping my fingers. He was so close I could see every single detail–every tiny imperfection and scar, every eyelash, and every crease. There was something about him that made me feel like my life depended on this one moment and I absolutely could not mess this up. His thumb brushed against my lower lip and my eyes fluttered closed. He pulled my chin so he could meet me face to face, my neck tilted up to look at him directly. His cheeks had reddened from the intimacy of the moment. His eyes were staring into mine again, his gaze flickering between my eyes and my mouth. He was so incredibly close to me, his lips millimeters from my own. I could feel his warm breath against my face, my own coming out shakily. His fingers moved from my chin to my jaw, his touch feather-like against my skin. His thumb continued to gently brush back and forth across my lower lip and I found myself leaning up to him without even thinking. I didn’t think he could get any closer, but then he started to move his head down towards mine, and my breath got caught in my throat. I was absolutely, one hundred percent, completely and utterly screwed. My heart stopped as he pressed his lips to mine. I didn’t realize until now just how much I wanted this. How badly we had wanted each other. I breathed in sharply, trying to control myself and the flood of emotions that were trying to swallow me whole as I reached up to cup his face with both my hands. He pulled me closer to him, so that there was no space left between us. He let every single piece of love he had for me pour out of his body and into the kiss. And he made sure I felt it by pulling me so that I was almost in his lap, my legs on either side of his as he ran his hand up and down my back and through my hair. Everything he was doing was perfect, the kiss and the way his hands felt against my body. He was everything. I broke the kiss to take a breath, pulling back and getting my hair out of my face. “I’m guessing you probably want to give us a go then?” Tyler laughed, his hands moving down to my waist. I nodded, cupping his jaw with my right hand. “I’ve waited so long to do that.” He breathed out. He was smiling, a genuine smile. He gently gripped my hips, shifting me a little so I was fully in his lap. “You have absolutely no idea just how long I've wanted to kiss you.” 

“Well I’m glad I’m not the only one who was thinking about this,” I laughed. “At least now my dates aren’t going to ask me about Josh or the band.” Tyler’s chest rose and fell with each breath. 

“That’s true. Now you’re with the lead singer,” he sarcastically bragged. 

A quiet shuffling noise sounded through the hallway causing me to dart my head over Tyler’s shoulder. 

“Shit.” I climbed off his lap and grabbed my glass, running into the kitchen before the shuffling reached us. Josh. He was wearing his red plaid pajama pants and was shirtless. 

“Hey,” he croaked, rubbing his eyes. 

“How was your date?” he asked, filling up his water bottle in the sink. I looked at Tyler who had his arms folded behind his head and a smirk covering his face. I flashed a warning his way before answering my brother. 

“He was asking about you and the band,” I muttered, “we’re not having another date.” Josh looked apologetic, a hint of regret tangled in his voice. 

“I’m sorry. You’ll find someone–I’m sure of it,” he sighed, pulling me into a hug. 

“Yeah I have a feeling you’ll find someone soon. For all you know they could be right in front of you,” Tyler chimed. 

“Yeah, they could be right under your nose,” Josh yawned, pulled in into a hug before disappearing back into the hallway and away to bed, leaving Tyler and I alone once again. I waited a bit before jumping back onto the couch next to him, falling into his embrace. 

“You cannot do that again,” I scoffed, shoving him playfully. 

“You know you love it."

//

Requests open!!

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶Hello. It’s me.🎶

Yeah, hi. It’s 💛. Loved the second part to Number 16 Cotton Candy! It was really cute (Torchbearer gives off “I’m not paid enough for all this” vibes imo).

As you probably have guessed, either to your chagrin or joy, I come baring another request. As we all know, Josh shirtless has become a treasured sight within this fandom (and also a bit of a meme but I digress). I was wondering if you could write a one shot about the reader feeling slightly jealous over the fact that every night of tour, he has fans of all genders screaming over him being shirtless. It can be angsty or fluffy, whatever era you want.

As always, you don’t have to do this is you don’t like it. Feel free at anytime to be like, “Nah man. That idea isn’t for me.”🖤

P.S. Idk if you’re chronically online like I am, but this idea was 100% inspired by the video going around TØP twitter of Josh almost taking his shirt off out of habit during one of their recent shows.

Irrational - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, arguments between characters, angst with a little bit of fluff at the end.

Word Count: 1581 (not me literally thinking this was going to be hard to write and turn into a long story...)

Summary: On the Bandito Tour, Reader feel jealous about fans obsessing over Josh's body.

A/N: Yes, number 16 cotton candy’s Torchbearer is literally so blunt for little to no reason and it's low key cute. Tbh would be fun to write more in that universe at some point. The vibe there is like ‘I have more important things to do than worry about your feelings’. He’s the type of person that walks so fast you have to run to catch up. Don’t get me wrong tho, he cares about the banditos and everyone involved but he’s more focused on the bigger picture. And inside he’s a massive softy, you just have to crack that hard shell. Honestly took me a while to wrap my head around this request but I got there in the end. Can't wait for the next one 💛! You're the only one requesting stuff and it's keeping me going through every day!

Every night of The Bandito Tour I’d helped Josh get ready for the show, it was our little tradition, almost like a date. Back during Emotional Roadshow, I’d done the spooky jim makeup but this tour was different. Instead of the red makeup the clique had gotten so used to, Josh began to dorn the Torchbearer outfit from the new album’s music videos, a navy green shirt with yellow duct tape strapped across the front and a yellow bandana. 

“Ready?” I asked, looking up at Josh, who stood tall in front of me. He was wearing the blank green shirt he had 7 different versions of. He nodded and reached over to the table sitting in front of the leather couch in the center of the room. Not even Tyler knew how many reels of yellow duct tape we had on tour, they were everywhere. I pulled out the first piece and ripped it with my teeth, the sharp taste of the adhesive ran across my tongue. Laying it on his left shoulder, I brought it down to his hip. The second piece started from the right shoulder and ended just below his left arm. 

“All done?” he tilted his head playfully. 

“All done,” I smiled as he laid his hands on my waist and pulled me in close. The clique were starting to be let into the arena and we could see on the television screen everyone’s outfits, the sea of yellow stretching from one end to the other. While I loved the clique and the way they supported the boys, it was hard to show up every night and hear them scream for my person. They loved Josh. Every night after the shows Tyler would scroll through twitter looking for fan reactions. It was mainly for improvements and to get a good sense of the fandom but that didn’t stop Tyler from flaunting around his dressing room showing off every possible angle he could find of shirtless Josh. And while I wouldn’t normally consider myself the jealous type, to know tens of thousands of people every night were getting an up close look at Josh drove me insane. 

“You’re on in about 30 minutes,” the stage manager’s voice ran through Josh’s in-ears. 

“I heard that,” I looked up at him, not wanting to let go. 

“We’ve still got time,” he sighed, bringing his arms up to wrap around me. While I enjoyed spending time with him, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that such an intimate moment between us was so quickly forgotten by the removal of his shirt on stage. I didn’t like that everyone was staring at him like he was some commodity. We were only a third of the way through the tour and I’d already noticed that he always took his shirt off after the first 5 songs. 

30 minutes later Josh was sitting behind the drum kit. Jenna and I snuck under the stage to watch, hidden from the fans. The curtain dropped and he lit his torch, the only light onstage. The show started soon after that and they ran through each song as usual–confetti, steam, drum island, all of it. The shirt came off during the Lane Boy intro and stayed off the rest of the show, thrown to the ground like a worthless rag, his bare chest on full display for the entire area to gawk at. I headed backstage during Morph, something about the whole crowd screaming ‘Josh Dun’ making me not want to be there. I knew this was what came with Josh’s job, I should expect it, and I did–but that didn’t mean I liked it, it didn’t mean I was okay with it. About half an hour after I’d headed back to the dressing room, I could hear trees playing. Ten minutes after that Tyler and Josh came running into the dressing room covered in sweat and chugging bottles of water. 

“That felt good,” Josh flexed his wrists and stretched each of his fingers. I scoffed under my breath but clearly he’d heard me because his head darted in my direction. “What was that for?” Jenna turned the corner and ran into Tyler’s arms starting their own conversation and allowing me a chance to slip out before Josh could say anything else. I walked through the busy halls of the venue and out to the parking lot. It was dark outside other than a few street lamps allowing me to see the bus. Normally Josh and I slept together in the back but I’d decided to set myself up in one of the top bunks. I stared up at the roof, trying to figure out if I was insane for being jealous–or even if I was jealous. But Josh being Josh, came to find me. 

“Y/N?” I didn’t answer. I wanted to be left alone. Except I felt a hand grip the edge of my shirt and creep up the skin of my back, rubbing gently. “What’re you doing up there honey?” His hands felt warm against my cold skin, his palms calloused from the drumming. I wanted to roll over and start crying about how he was mine and no one else's. 

“I don’t feel well.” That wasn’t 100% a lie. I didn’t feel well… emotionally. 

“What’s wrong?” His voice was full of worry, maybe I’d underestimated his concern. 

“Nothing’s wr–”

“Bullshit,” he removed his hand from my back and climbed up the bunk’s ladder. “Move over,” he muttered, squeezing in next to me despite the fact there was no room. His sweaty, shirtless body sprawled on top of me, practically suffocating me. “Talk.”

“It’s nothing Josh, it’s–it’s dumb,” I shook my head. “Would you get off of me?” I tried to move out from under him but it was hopeless.

“I’m not getting off of you until you tell me why you’re mad at me.”

“Why do you think I’m mad at you?” I asked, searching his eyes. 

“I know you. You’re mad at me.” It was at that moment the bus rocked. Tyler came running into bunks and pulled at Josh’s leg like a little kid who wanted his mother to buy him ice cream. 

“The girl in the pit that caught your stick got a hilarious photo of you and now everyone’s making memes,” he laughed breathlessly. “And everyone thought the torch was cool too, we’re definitely making that a permanent thing. Oh! Oh! Most importantly… Shirtless Josh is trending.” That did it. The last thing I wanted to hear was that my boyfriend’s shirtless body was trending on some stupid social media platform. 

“God do you ever shut up Tyler?!” I shouted. There was no going back now. Tyler’s face dropped immediately. I could tell he had no idea what to say–and Tyler always knew what to say. 

“I–uh… huh?”

“Get out!” I fumed. Josh jumped down off the bunk, clearly sensing something was terribly wrong. Tyler quietly escaped the bus and Josh followed him out. I was alone again. I could hear them yelling at each other just outside the door. 

“What was that for?” Tyler. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he’d done the same thing he did after every show. There was no way of him knowing he’d upset me. 

“I–I don’t know what’s wrong with her.” Josh spoke. I switched bunks so I could see outside the window and watch the boys, although the condensation on the glass wasn't helping.

“Well, I definitely didn’t do anything wrong. Jenna said she was acting weird all show and went backstage earlier than normal,” Tyler looked out into the empty parking lot. 

“I don’t know what to do,” Josh removed his cap and slicked back his hair before putting it back on. 

“Fix it.” Tyler knew what he was doing, he was good for Josh, made him think.  

“I think she’s mad at me but I can’t think of anything I did wrong. She was fine till after the show and then she ran off to the bus and lost her shit when you mentioned the trending–shit.” Bingo. 

“What?”

“I gotta go talk to her,” he turned towards the bus and I darted back to the other bunk. I heard the door close and the bunk move as he climbed up. 

“I know what’s wrong,” Josh reached for my hand and held it tightly in his. “Of course you’d be upset about that of all things,” he chuckled. 

“It’s not funny Josh,” I grumbled, scrunching up my face. 

“Kinda is considering you should know by now that I’m yours. Just because I’m famous and fans like to look at me doesn’t mean anything is different for us.” I knew he was right, but I didn’t want him to be, it just proved me irrational. 

“I’m sorry… I felt jealous and I just cracked when Ty came in and started joking about it trending and–”

“Don’t apologize to me. We’re okay–me and you,” he nodded between us. I cupped his face, he knew me so well. Closing my eyes, I leaned in for a kiss, our lips brushing just slightly. “Wait.” I could hear my heart cracking, he’d stopped me. 

“What?” I sighed. I’d royally fucked up this time. 

“One, I need to shower before we do anything because I stink, two, we need to go to bed soon, and three, you need to apologize to Tyler,” he explained. 

“I hate that you’re right,” I sighed. 

“Mhm, yep,” he hummed, “always am.”

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Fairly Local - Blurryface/Tyler Joseph x reader

Relationship: Blurryface/Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Blurryface

Word Count: 1955

A/N: On the set of Fairly Local, Tyler decides to let Blurryface out.

Tyler had invited me to be on most of the sets for the Blurryface music videos, knowing I was interested in both his work and the filming process. This week the boys were focusing on Fairly Local, a video directed by Mark and designed by Tyler. I was glad he’d invited me onto the set. While Tyler had designed the music video to include Blurryface, I hated the idea of him deliberately switching into the headspace for it. We were standing outside the set. I was holding a mirror for Tyler while he applied his regular black paint to his hands and neck–something he’d started to do for this album cycle. 

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” I muttered. My arm was growing tired as he spread the paint across his skin. We’d both found it funny how so many people thought they were tattoos despite the fact that half the time he didn’t have the paint on. 

“It’s going to be okay, trust me,” he urged, putting the bowl and brush down.

“I trust you, I just don’t trust him,” I defended, watching Tyler grab his red beanie and fix it on his head. 

“I’ve lived with him for years, I have it under control,” he reassured. We headed into the warehouse and through to the hallway where Tyler would be filming the majority of his Blurryface scenes. The hallway was lined with doorways and almost completely dark with the exception of a neon lit bar atop the door at the end. 

“Tyler I don’t want you forcing yourself into a position that’s going to be hard to get out of,” I continued to protest. Crew members were running around the sets, ensuring that everything was ready for the video. 

“Tyler you’ve got about 15 minutes before we start shooting,” a male in a black t-shirt with ‘crew’ written on it declared. Tyler nodded, grabbing my hand and slipping away through one of the doorways. The room was empty other than a clothing rack with the white jacket Tyler was going to wear in the video. He reached over, grabbing it and putting it on–it fit perfectly against his body, not too tight, not too baggy. 

“I’ve got a couple of scenes to shoot without him,” he sighed, running a hand over his head. I nodded, letting him go. We turned the lights off in the hallway, making the scene dark and snowy. Josh and I stood behind the camera watching the shoot. 

“I don’t know why you agreed to let him do this Josh,” I huffed, crossing my arms. Tyler was lip-syncing along to the lyrics of the song as they played it over the loudspeakers, his silhouette clear against the frosted glass. 

Josh turned to look at me. “If he thinks he can do it then he can do it. He’s made sure you’re here so if he needs you then he’s got you,” he explained. Josh was the voice of reason in our friendship, it was why when I would have panic attacks he was always the one to calm me down. If Josh thought Tyler was telling the truth then I should trust him, right? Tyler finished shooting the scenes and Mark moved onto Josh’s drum parts. Tyler grabbed my hand, dragging me back into the dressing room. I could practically feel the tension growing through his body. His chest was rising and falling slower than it normally would, his breath calm and slowed. 

“I need to change him over,” he declared. He stood in front of the mirror, closing his eyes and stretching his neck while I stood behind him. His hands rolled into fits, fingernails digging into his palms. A pained groan left his lips as his left hand went to grip his neck. “I’m ready,” he murmured, leaving the room. The crew had moved back into the hall and the neon light had been turned on, an orangey-red color filling the space. Josh returned to my side and Mark was standing behind the camera, watching the monitor. 

“How was your filming?” I asked, looking up at him. 

“Good, good. It’s fun playing my drums with snow on them,” he beamed. I laughed, knowing that the second Tyler came up with the idea we both knew Josh would love the idea. It was going to be 100% worth it, even with the amount of time it took to set up each drum so they’d be able to disappear throughout the scene. Tyler moved to stand below the neon light at the end of the hallway, closing his eyes and locking in. The music from the speaker continued to play as Mark called for the cameras to start rolling. 

“I know who I truly am, I truly do have a chance, tomorrow I'll switch the beat, to avoid yesterday's dance,” Tyler sang, looking away from the camera and keeping his stiff composure. It was as if he was speaking to the wall and in intense pain. I wanted desperately to yell cut and run to him but Josh had placed a hand on my shoulder, clearly sensing my worry. “Yo, this song will never be on the radio.” Tyler rolled his head around so he was staring down the camera lens in complete numbness. His eyes were glowing the same orangey-red color as the neon light, telling both Josh and I that Blurryface now had total control over Tyler. His eyes darted around as he continued to rap the lyrics, once to the wall and the short glimpse of a terrified Tyler appeared on his face, making my breath hitch in my throat. His eyes shot to the camera again before quickly leaving again. I could tell something was wrong, the feeling sat deep in my stomach. 

“Cut! That’s a wrap!” Mark called and the camera operator stopped recording. Tyler walked reservedly into the dressing room, Blurryface clearly still in control. I turned to Josh who was already looking at me. 

“Go Y/N, he’s going to need you,” he sighed. I left, walking in after Tyler. The room was hot, the windows covered with condensation from Tyler’s body heat. He was back in front of the mirror, staring at himself in seriousness. 

“Tyler?” I made myself known. His eyes darted to mine via the mirror, his back still to me. A large smirk grew on his face. 

“Hello Y/N. Long time no see, am I right?” he turned around in one swift motion, taking a step towards me. I nodded in response to him, trying not to show any emotion–Blurryface had a history of being able to sense my emotions and use them to his advantage. “I said, am I right?” he continued with a stronger tone this time. 

“Yes, it has been a while,” I responded, holding my own hand to stop it from shaking. 

“Interesting how Joseph thought he could come back after letting me out again. He’s naïve to even think he can keep me in.” He took the red beanie off and threw it onto a chair, causing me to jump.

“Ah, there she is. The real Y/N. You know, you’re pretty when you’re scared,” he smirked, taking another step towards me. Of course he had noticed it. 

“Tyler, I need you to take a deep breath and try to come back to me.” I ignored his words, trying to focus on getting Tyler back from inside his head. 

“You and I both know Tyler’s not here right now,” he smirked, curling a strand of my hair around his index finger. I continued trying to reach Tyler, the longer Blurryface was out the harder it was going to be to get Tyler back and make sure he was okay. 

“How can I get you to bring him back?” I asked, staying as still as I could while Blurryface navigated himself around me like a vulture stalking its prey. 

“Well that depends on what you’re willing to give me Y/N,” he said. 

“What do you want?” I seethed, not wanting to give in to Tyler’s inner demon. His facial expression fell slightly, a long sigh escaping his lips. For a second I thought Tyler had managed to fight back himself–returned without needing my help–but Blurryface snapped back. 

“I want to continue having a voice. I want you to talk to Tyler about giving me more of a voice,”  he muttered. Blurryface had never shown a side like this, something vulnerable, raw. He wanted a voice in Tyler’s story, and I understood that. I nodded, willing to do anything to get Tyler back. 

“Yeah–yeah I can do that,” I nodded, my agreement seeming to put him at ease.

“Good.” Blurryface stepped away from me, walking back toward the mirror and staring at himself once again. He took a deep breath and looked at me through the mirror. “It was nice seeing you again Y/N,” he spoke with sincerity, “until next time.” He closed his eyes, rolling his neck and letting out a painful wince. Tears left his eyes as they faded back to Tyler’s cool brown color. 

“Tyler?” I moved next to him, rubbing my hands up and down his arms. “Are you okay?” He shook his head, wiping away his tears. “What do you need? What can I do?” I pleaded. I knew he wasn’t going to be okay, that he would struggle to get back to himself. He was hyperventilating and panicking, I felt like there was nothing I could do to stop it. He grasped my hand and looked desperately into my eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cried, eyes bloodshot and hands shaking. 

“No, Tyler, it's okay. He’s gone, you’re okay,” I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips to his temple, trying to avoid the black paint on his skin. 

“I–I should’ve listened to you. I thought I had control but clearly–” he trailed off, muttering words to himself that I couldn’t hear. I sighed, running my hands over his shoulders and through his hair, trying to calm him down. 

“It’s okay, you’ve learned what you can handle and you’ve shot the video so he’s not going to come back for a while,” I reassured. He turned around to face me, his tired face on full display, dark circles and all. He needed rest desperately, he needed to go home. 

“Thank you for looking after me,” he croaked, pulling me in close.

“We should head home,” I suggested, packing up everything we needed into a duffle bag. Tyler nodded, staying relatively quiet, more so than usual. Josh walked past the doorway, stopping and furrowing his brows as if to ask if we were okay. I nodded, knowing Tyler would want to talk to him later rather than right now. We walked out of the warehouse and towards our car, Tyler getting in the passenger seat and I in the driver’s. Before I could start the engine he placed a hand on my thigh, capturing my attention. 

“You’re special Y/N, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here today,” he breathed. A smile crept onto my face. “I mean it,” he urged. I didn’t know what to say, the love I had for this man grew with each and every moment we spent together, we were both special. 

“The feeling is mutual Ty, the feeling is mutual,” I smiled, starting the car and driving us home. Blurryface wouldn’t be bothering us for a long time and Tyler was going to be okay. The promise I’d made I would uphold, I just needed to find the right time to have the conversation–which wasn’t going to be any time soon.

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Break the Cycle Part 3 - Clancy x Reader

PART 1 + PART 2

Relationship: Tyler Joseph/Clancy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, anything related to Dema or the Trench story that's generally triggering.

Word Count: 2468

A/N: Hey!! This is the last part I'll write for this bc I don't really know where else to take the story lol but stay tuned for a lot more lore stuff bc I'm going to continue my Daughter series!!

In the days following my surrender to Clancy, we spent many late nights staring at the peak of our tent, talking. There was so much to say and so little time to say it. It seemed like he had moved on from the city, so quick to forget our lives—but I wasn’t like that. After another long day wandering through Trench and gathering supplies, we retreated back to our tent, nesting down like a pair of birds. I lay myself next to him, rolling into his side and resting my head on his chest. I missed being like this with him. I missed laying in his embrace.

“Are you okay?” he asked, running a hand through my hair.

I let out a loud sigh before speaking, “I thought you were dead, Ty–Clancy. I genuinely thought you were dead and I was going to have to return to Dema and tell Keons I’d failed.” My voice cracked under the pressure of everything I’d been holding in, and I buried my face in my hands. Tyler, or Clancy as he attempted to insist, sat beside me in silence, letting me get it all out.

“You didn’t fail, Artemis,” he whispered after a long moment, his voice barely louder than the wind that rustled the tent fabric. “You didn’t fail because you found me. And now, you’re here. You’re safe.”

“I don’t even know what ‘here’ is anymore,” I mumbled, glancing around the dim tent, the yellow glow of the campfire outside casting flickering shadows on the walls. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, Ty–Clancy. You say Dema isn’t real, that Keons is a traitor—but how do I know that’s true? How do I know I’m not going insane?” My voice cracked at the end, the desperation seeping through.

He sighed, lowering his head. “I didn’t want to accept it either at first, if that helps. I fought it, I fought the Banditos and I fought Josh. I tried to go back to Dema. But once you see it, once you really see the truth… there’s no going back. You’re not insane.” His hand reached for mine again, the touch softer this time, more hesitant. “That’s why I left.”

I pulled my hand away, the movement sharper than I intended. “You left without telling me! You just… disappeared. You think I’d ever be okay with that? With you walking out of my life without a word?”

Clancy flinched but didn’t respond immediately. His face softened. “What’s bothering you, Artemis?” 

“What?” I asked, sitting up in offense. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, but my heart felt heavy. 

“Something else is bothering you,” he continued gently, reading the conflict in my expression. “You haven’t been this upset since you first came back. What’s bothering you?”

I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I turned my gaze to the darkened space beyond our tent, the ghostly outlines of the trees against the starlit sky. “It’s… I don’t know, Clancy. I just feel so far from everything I once knew. I miss home.”

He shifted slightly, concern etched across his features. “Home? Dema?”

I shook my head vehemently. “No, not Dema. Home. My family. I miss the little things: the smell of my mom’s cooking, the way the sun hits the kitchen window in the morning. I miss my sister’s laughter, the sound of my dad’s old records playing in the background. It feels like I’ve been gone forever, and every day here just reminds me of everything I’ve lost.” 

Clancy’s silence pressed heavily between us, thick with unsaid words. Then I felt it—a sudden, unsettling pang in my heart, a reminder of something else that had slipped my mind until now.

“Clancy…” I started, my voice trembling. “What day is it today?”

He hesitated, confusion furrowing his brow. “I don’t know. We don’t really keep track here.”

“No,” I said, feeling the heaviness settle into my stomach. “It’s my birthday, isn’t it?”

He flinched, the realization crashing over him like a wave. “Y/N, I…”

“Did you forget?” The question hung in the air, thick with the weight of unspoken disappointment. “You forgot about my birthday?”

“I didn’t forget,” he rushed to say, his voice earnest. “I just… I thought it would upset you. I didn’t want to bring it up, knowing how much you miss home.”

But his words did little to comfort me. The pain of this moment was raw, sharper than anything I had felt since arriving in this strange place. The warmth of my memories now felt like a cruel joke, a reminder of the life I had left behind, and here I was, in a tent with the boy I once thought I couldn’t live without. Yet somehow, I felt more alone than ever.

“I just wanted to be with my family,” I murmured, tears stinging my eyes. “To celebrate like we always do. To blow out the candles and make a wish. Instead, I’m here, hiding from danger and trying to figure out what’s real.”

Clancy reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly between us. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to make things worse. I thought if I didn’t remind you of the life you had, you’d be able to move forward. I just thought we could find something new here—together.”

“Together?” I echoed, feeling the knot in my chest tighten. “But you left me behind once before. How can I trust you to stay now?”

His gaze hardened for a moment, and I could see the vulnerability beneath his bravado. “Because I waited for you. I always thought I’d find my way back to you, no matter how far I had to run.”

As the words hung in the air, I felt a mixture of emotions swirling inside me. The anger was still there, but there was something else too—a glimmer of understanding, perhaps, in the shared acknowledgment of our losses. 

“Let’s just… let’s just sit with this for a moment,” I said, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. “Let me be sad. Just for tonight.”

He nodded, his expression softening again. “Okay. Just for tonight.” 

As we settled back into our silence, the outside world faded away for a brief moment. It was just us—a boy and a girl—holding on to each other amidst the chaos. And in that moment, the ache of my birthday felt less like a loss and more like a reminder that I was still alive, still here, still fighting.

In the quiet that enveloped us, I closed my eyes, allowing the familiar sounds of our makeshift camp to seep in—the crackle of the fire, the rustle of the wind through the trees, the distant hoot of an owl. I focused on the rhythm of Clancy’s heartbeat, steady and reassuring against my ear. 

Yet, despite the warmth of his presence, a gnawing ache remained, clawing at my insides. “Tyler?” I whispered after a long silence, completely careless I was using his birth name.

“Yeah?”

“Can we do something special? Something to remember today, even if it’s just the two of us?” The words slipped out before I could think them through, but I couldn’t shake the need to create a moment worth holding onto.

He turned slightly to face me, his expression thoughtful. “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know but maybe we could go for a walk?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to shatter the fragile peace between us. 

Clancy’s brow furrowed in concentration, and for a moment, I thought he might laugh at the absurdity of my idea. Instead, he nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I know a good spot.”

“Is it far?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter, excitement bubbling beneath the surface of my sadness.

“Not at all,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple. 

I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, feeling the warmth of his kindness begin to replace the cold grip of despair. 

Clancy rose from the floor of the tent, brushing off imaginary dust and offering me a hand. I hesitated for just a moment, a fleeting worry creeping into my mind: Was I ready to step into the world outside our tent, especially when it had felt so safe inside? But as he looked down at me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, I took his hand and stood up, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine.

“Let’s go,” he said softly, and together we stepped out into the crisp night air. The camp was quiet, the distant crackle of the fire mixing with the soft sounds of nature all around us. The stars hung above us like tiny pinpricks in the fabric of the universe, each one a reminder of how small I felt in this vast world.

Clancy led the way, his confidence guiding us deeper into the trees. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting a silvery glow on the forest floor. I followed closely, absorbing the beauty around me, a stark contrast to the heaviness that had settled in my heart just moments before.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my curiosity breaking the silence.

“There’s a clearing not too far from here,” he replied, glancing back at me. “It overlooks a part of the valley. You can see the whole camp from there, and if the sky’s clear enough, you might even catch a glimpse of Dema in the distance.”

I swallowed hard, trying to wrap my mind around the idea of looking at a place I once called home from afar. “Is it safe?”

Clancy nodded. “I wouldn’t take you anywhere dangerous. I promise.”

As we walked, the silence between us felt different—less suffocating and more like a space filled with unspoken words, hopes, and dreams. With each step, I could feel the weight of my sadness lightening just a little. I thought about the moments we’d spent in the tent, the warmth of his embrace, and the honesty in his eyes when he told me he had waited for me. Eventually, we reached the clearing. It opened up before us, the vast expanse of the night sky unfurling like a blanket overhead. The view was breathtaking; the valley stretched out beneath us, a tapestry of dark shadows and silver light. The camp was a tiny cluster of flickering lights, and I could see the faint outline of the trees surrounding it.

“Wow,” I breathed, taking a step forward. “This is beautiful.”

Clancy stood beside me, his presence steadying as I took it all in. “It’s one of my favorite spots. I came here when I needed to think–back when you weren’t here. I used to imagine you were sitting in your room looking right back at me.”

I turned to look at him, a question lingering in my mind. “Do you ever think about Dema?”

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Sometimes. But it’s different now. I used to think about what it was like—the people, the routines. Now, I focus on the future. On what we can build here.”

“Do you really think we can build something here?” I asked, my heart aching at the thought of it. I wanted to believe it, but the memories of my life in Dema weighed heavily on me.

He nodded, turning to face me fully. “I do. We can’t change what happened, but we can choose how we move forward. Together.”

I felt a surge of emotion at his words. In that moment, I saw a glimpse of hope—a possibility of finding a new life amidst the wreckage of the old one. “Together,” I echoed, the word carrying more weight than it had before.

Clancy smiled softly, and I noticed the way the moonlight danced in his eyes. “Now, let’s make tonight special, okay? It’s your birthday, after all. We can create our own celebration.”

I took a deep breath, allowing myself to dream for just a moment. “What do you have in mind?”

“I have this gift I made you months ago, before I even left Dema. I brought it with me, hoping you’d join me so I can give it to you,” he explained, pulling out a package wrapped in leather as he glanced up at the expansive sky. “I was afraid you’d never see it,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as he carefully handed me the parcel. I felt the rough texture of the leather against my fingertips, and a wave of curiosity washed over me.

“What is it?” I asked, my heart racing.

“Just open it,” he urged, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

I gently peeled back the leather, revealing a beautifully carved wooden box. It was intricately designed, the surface etched with delicate patterns that seemed to dance in the moonlight. I ran my fingers over the craftsmanship, feeling the care and thought he’d put into it. “This is amazing. You made this?”

He nodded, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pride. “Yeah, I spent a lot of time on it. I wanted it to be something special. Something that reminded you of home but also of what we can build together.”

Taking a deep breath, I opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of soft fabric, was a delicate silver necklace. The pendant was a small compass, its needle glimmering as it caught the moonlight. “It’s beautiful,” I breathed, my voice catching in my throat. “What does it mean?”

Clancy shifted closer, his gaze fixed on the necklace. “I thought it would be fitting, given everything. The compass represents direction. No matter where you are, it will always point you back to what’s important—your home, your family, and me. And maybe it will remind you that you have the power to find your own path.”

Tears stung my eyes at his words. “You really put a lot of thought into this,” I said, my voice trembling. “Thank you. It means so much to me.”

He smiled, and I could see the warmth in his eyes as he reached for the necklace. “Can I put it on you?”

I nodded, turning around to allow him to clasp it around my neck. I felt the cool metal settle against my skin, a tangible reminder of our connection. As he fastened it, his fingers brushed against my collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine.

“There,” he said softly, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You look amazing.”

I turned back to face him, the necklace resting gently against my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Clancy. This really is the best birthday gift I could’ve asked for.”

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hellooo again!! i loved what you did with the dun!reader x tyler fic, it was exactly what i had imagined thank you!!:3 i’ll definitely be a regular here, you’re writing is TEWWW good not to be one 😁 id also love to be 🦝 anon if that works??

anyways id love to see an angsty fic, where reader & tyler are at an party or some sort of event and reader is spending a lot of time talking to her old childhood friend. and while tyler knows the reader would never hurt him, and that there was nothing going between reader and this guy. blurryface gets the best of him. so when they leave the party early because tyler has a “headache” and when the car ride home is nothing but silent, reader speaks up about it. and blurryface tries to argue with reader, paint her out to be this villain. but reader knows how to help tyler, she knows exactly how to save him from himself. i even if blurryface’s words hurt at first.

i hope i explained that correctly ☝️ but yeah just a angsty argument moment & once reader realizes she just has to save tyler from blurryface, she just reassures him until he’s safe.

again thank you so much for writing my request!!:) i have sooo many random ideas that id love to share with you, i truly enjoy your work soo much <3

- 🦝

Jealous - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Blurryface, strong language (I did use swears lol), and Tyler being jealous - angst

Word Count: 2734

A/N: Hello 🦝! I'm glad you enjoyed the Dun!reader fic and thanks for coming back and requesting :) This was super fun to write bc I have an event with my guy best friend this weekend and lots of people that are going to be there haven't met him so I was able to take inspiration – hopefully it doesn't end up like this! Hope you enjoy!

We’d been planning this festival for months, 17 youth bands from Columbus, Ohio were set to play in a medium sized local venue over Saturday and I couldn’t have been more excited. Tyler had promised to  come as a guest and watch the bands. I’d asked him to have a chat with a few of the kids who I knew were fans and genuinely interested in taking their music further and into a professional sphere. 

“How’s this?” Tyler stepped out of our closet wearing a black hoodie, black jeans, and a baseball cap, doing a little spin. 

“Perfect,” I smiled, finishing my makeup in the mirror with my favorite music blasting from the speaker Tyler had installed in the ensuite bathroom for us. He fell back onto our bed, spreading out into a starfish position and staring up at the ceiling. “You look tired,” I laughed, looking at him through the mirror. 

“I am,” he responded, pulling down one of his pillows from the top of the bed. I grabbed my bag and slipped in my phone, keys, lip balm, and a comb. 

“Well you’re gonna need to wake up if you’re going to be speaking to these kids,” I said. Tyler sat up, letting out a loud groan that echoed through the bedroom. He opened his arms out to me, welcoming my presence between his knees. Resting his head against my chest, he pulled me in close enough that he was practically breathing me in. “I’m excited,” I smiled, knowing my hard work was finally paying off and that all of the kids I’d gotten to know over the last few months were getting the opportunity to showcase their art in front of people who truly understood them. 

“I’m excited for you,” he mumbled, his voice muffled through my shirt. His body heat felt comforting and the last thing I wanted was to step away. It was going to be a stressful day and any minute away from him would just make me more stressed, he was my own personal stress reliever. “We should get going,” I pulled away from his embrace and helped him onto his feet. Normally Tyler drove us places because I took control of the aux to play our shared playlist. We got into the car and almost immediately music started to flow around the car, the two of us singing as loud as we could and shimmying back and forth with the bass. The venue was about half an hour from our house and I’d gotten a couple text messages from the crew to let me know they were loading things in including camera equipment and the shared drum kit each band was going to use. We turned the corner and drove in through the back entrance, parking just to the side of the loading bay. Everywhere I looked there were people running back and forth carrying equipment and talking to the bands. It felt like just yesterday that Tyler and I were setting up for twenty one pilots’ shows together while Mark filmed everything. I missed it, I missed having a camera shoved in my face by one of my best friends–it was fun. Tyler jumped out of the car and ran over to my side, offering a hand for me and not letting go once I was down. We walked into the venue, music playing over the radio to keep everyone entertained during the long waiting hours. That was when I saw him–Luke. I stopped right there in the middle of the walkway, my breath caught in my throat. 

“Y/N?” he paused, his eyes meeting mine for the first time since high school. My heart was beating in my ribcage, the feeling vibrating throughout my body and straight into my hand, which Tyler gripped tightly. His brows furrowed as he looked at me with concern. 

“Luke?” Tyler tilted his head slightly. I let go of his hand and ran straight into Luke’s arms. “Oh my god, what are you doing here?” I gasped. 

“I thought I’d fly in and surprise you! I’ve been helping a bit behind the scenes with promotional stuff,” he looked down at me with a grin. 

“How long has it been?” Tears of joy started to well in my eyes. Luke was my best friend in elementary school, middle school, and even high school–our friendship lasting longer than 10 years. 

“Eight years Tink,” he said, ruffling my hair. ‘Tinkerbell,’ the nickname I’d adopted in middle school. I remember it like it was yesterday, the summer when our families went to Disney World together. Luke and I grew up on Disney movies and when we finally saved enough money to go to the parks we were so excited. Like the amazing friend I was, I forced Luke to stand in an hour-long line with me to meet Tinkerbell only to get heat stroke and have to step out of line. I cried and cried about how bad I felt about wasting his time but the whole time he sat by my side waiting for me to feel better before dragging me off to Walt Disney’s Haunted Mansion and forever cementing my name as ‘Tinkerbell’. 

“Sorry, Tink?” Tyler interrupted. I stepped back from Luke who chuckled. 

“Short for Tinkerbell. It’s a long story. You must be Tyler, I’ve heard so much about you,” Luke beamed, reaching a hand out to Tyler who shook it firmly. 

“Interesting, because I haven’t heard anything about you,” he mimicked sarcastically. Luke’s face dropped looking at me with confusion. He’d never come up in conversation, Luke moved out of state after high school, going to New York for business school. 

“We were friends at school,” Luke explained before looking back at me. “The kids are already here if you want to come say hi, they’re all super excited to meet Tyler.” I nodded, following him as he walked ahead. Tyler reached down and grabbed my hand strongly. Something was off, he was standing taller and felt more serious than he normally was. 

“Are you okay?” I whispered into his ear–he had to lean down to properly hear me. 

“Yep. Fine. Absolutely fine.”

“Tyler if you feel sick or something you can go home, I can stay here with Luke,” I began, rubbing the pad of my thumb against the back of his hand. 

“I said I’m fine,” he insisted. As we entered the backstage area where all the kids were he turned on a smile and went to greet everyone. The room instantly filled with cheers and squeals as he was quickly swarmed and disappeared from sight, leaving Luke and I alone. 

“Do you need any help with setting stuff up?” I asked, turning away from Tyler and trying to make myself useful. 

“Actually yeah, you could help me put together the gift baskets for the bands,” he nodded, leading me further down the hall into a dressing room full of brightly coloured baskets, bags of candy, drum sticks, guitar picks, and more gifty things. I jumped over the covered floor to a small square of carpet which was clear enough for me to stand. “So, what’s up with this Tyler guy? You told me he was chill but he was anything but that,” Luke spoke, kneeling down and grabbing a basket. He was right, Tyler was generally relaxed with the exception of a few work things with the band when he really locked in. 

“I don’t know Lou,” I ran a hand through my hair, “he normally is.” 

He shrugged and let out a sigh. “Maybe he’s jealous of my amazingness,” he bragged, fitting a pack of guitar strings next to the box of chocolates in his basket.  

“As if,” I scoffed, throwing the ring of ribbon to him. “I’m dating the frontman of one of the biggest bands on the planet and you’re… you,” I laughed as Luke placed a hand on his chest in mock offense. As Luke and I continued to fit each gift into the baskets we began to talk about the past. We reminisced on the make believe games we used to play, the popular girls in middle school who thought they were ‘all that’–who apparently these days were working at gas stations and malls–and that one time our math teacher talked about his couples therapy in class. I could barely breathe as Luke mimicked the teacher’s voice, clenching my stomach and gasping for air. 

“Oh my god, remember when he got on his knees in front of Kate and started praying for her to pass the exam?” I laughed as Luke gasped, continuing his perspective of the story. I could hear the thumping and humming of the bands playing as they started to roll out on stage–I couldn’t have been more proud. 

“What about Dylan, do you remember him?” Luke asked. We’d moved closer together as the empty baskets became perfectly full and were placed on the table I’d decided needed to be covered in pink paper.

“Shit that breakup was the worst. I was the a fucking mess,” I scoffed. Dylan was my high school boyfriend and for most of our relationship I was deeply in love with him–except for the day I caught him making out with Kathy from biology. It took me months to get over it, months of watching Disney movies and scoffing ice cream on Luke’s couch. It was so bad that our parents actually let us stay at each other’s houses. 

“I know, I was there,” Luke laughed, cutting the end of the ribbon he was tying. “I’m glad you’ve found your person though, he’s lucky to have you Tink.” Finishing another basket, I placed it on the table, finally able to move around the room as we’d finished about half of the job already. Just as I was about to go back to my spot I saw Tyler standing in the doorway. 

“Hey,” I smiled, opening my arms to him as he weaved his way around the baskets towards me. “How were the kids?” I looked up at him noticing he was picking at his hands–an anxious habit he’d formed. 

“Good,” he responded. 

“Are you okay man?” Luke asked, looking up from the bow he was tying. Tyler’s fists clenched. 

“I’ve got a headache, you know?” he gestured to his head. “I think we should head home Y/N.” I didn’t want to go home, I wanted to watch my hard work pay off and hear the music. 

“Oh I can give her a ride home after is she wan–”

“No. I–I–no,” Tyler interrupted. I stood up and interlocked my arm with his but he shrugged me off. I mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ at Luke who flashed me a sympathetic look. I hated having to leave him, I’d missed his company more than I thought I had–all of the memories flooding back in a manner of hours. 

“Okay,” I nodded, placing the basket I had just finished on the table and smiling sheepishly at Luke. Tyler walked stiffly to the door and out to the car without a word. 

“See ya Tink,” Luke waved, “I’ll text you.” 

I ran out after Tyler towards the car seeing him already sitting in the driver’s seat with the engine running. His posture was perfectly straight and expression blank. I climbed into my seat and turned to him, placing a hand on his thigh. 

“Are you okay to drive?” I asked, genuinely concerned about what was happening to him. Either he was telling the truth and had a headache or something much worse was about to happen. 

“It’s fine,” he snapped, driving out of the lot. I reached for the aux cable to plug my phone in, hoping some music would help him feel better–it usually did. “Don’t. Please,” he spoke, his hands gripping hard onto the wheel. I nodded and sat in silence the rest of the way home, staring out the window. As each building passed us I felt worse and worse, an ever expanding pit of anxiety forming in my throat. Tyler didn’t say a word but as we got closer and closer to home he would occasionally let out a groan or wince of pain. We wheeled into the driveway and came to a stop, Tyler jumping out of the car and running into the house. Immediately I chased after him, catching the front door as he attempted to slam it. 

“Tyler!” I shouted, causing him to stop and look at me. His eyes were red–bright red. Fuck. 

“I don’t want to talk to you,” he snapped, raising his arms to cover his head. He was trying to hide Blurryface from me. 

“Blurry come on. Talk to me,” I said. 

“I don’t need to hear you talk about him. I don’t want to hear you talk about him. You ditched me the whole day to hang out with him,” he started a path of no return, we were going to have that conversation.

“Tyl–We–He’s…We’re not…” I tried to explain it but couldn’t get my words out.

“Save it Y/N. I saw the way he looked at you, the way you hugged him. God you’re such a slut,” he seethed. My jaw dropped. The same words high school bullies spat at me were coming from the mouth of the person I love the most–the person who I’d decided to spend my life with. 

“You’re awful,” I sniffled. 

“And you’re not?” he continued to push, his eyes glowing brighter than before. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to unleash hell on him but it wasn’t Tyler speaking and I knew anything I did to Blurryface would just hurt Tyler more than he already was hurting. 

“He’s gay,” I blurted. “He’s gay, there is nothing going on between us and there never has.” I wiped the tears falling from my face. It wasn’t my thing to tell him, Luke was out and everyone who knew him knew he was gay–in fact even those who didn’t know him could seem to tell. Almost instantly Tyler’s eyes turned from the flaring fiery red to a bloodshot brown, his shoulders falling. 

“What?” I could tell he felt awful, the buildup of guilt obvious on his face. 

“I said, he’s gay, and there isn’t and never has been anything going on between us. He’s my friend Tyler.” He held his hand in front of his mouth, shaking violently. 

“Oh my god. I’m awful, I–I called you a–” he started to bawl and I pulled him in close. 

“It wasn’t you Ty. It’s okay, it’s okay,” I hummed, rubbing my hand up and down his back and tears streamed down his face. Tyler buried his face into my shoulder, his body trembling with every sob.

 “I didn’t mean it. I swear, I didn’t mean it,” he choked out, his voice cracking.

“I know, baby. I know,” I whispered softly, keeping my arms wrapped tightly around him. My heart ached seeing him like this, so consumed by Blurryface’s anger and his own self-hatred.

“I can’t believe I let him do that… I can’t believe I said that to you. I’m so sorry,” he kept repeating, guilt lacing every word. I pulled back just enough to see his face, placing my hands gently on either side of his cheeks. 

“Tyler, listen to me. That wasn’t you. I know you, and you would never say those things. I’m not angry at you. I just want to help you through this.” His eyes, still red and puffy, searched mine, like he was desperately trying to believe my words but couldn’t let go of his shame. 

“But I hurt you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. I shook my head gently. 

“I’m okay. I’m here, aren’t I? I love you, Tyler. Nothing he says, nothing Blurryface does, can change that.” He let out another shaky breath, his forehead resting against mine. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that. You deserve all the love in the world, and I’m going to keep reminding you of that until you believe it,” I said, my voice firm but gentle. For a moment, we stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of everything starting to lift, even if just a little. Tyler’s breathing slowly steadied, his tears drying as he leaned into my touch.

“We’ll get through this, Ty. Together.”

He nodded, his voice still raw. “Together.”

//

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hiii, ive been having this idea of vessel era tyler x reader where they've been good friends for years, and she decides to post a cover of one of his older songs on youtube. tyler, who didnt know she could sing, becomes enthralledddddd. basically just fluff, realizing feelings, and all the good stuff!!! :D :D :D

Cover - Tyler Joseph x reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: none - fluffy

Word Count: 1953

A/N: Hello anon! This was a great request and I really hope you enjoy my interpretation. I've been in a Vessel era mood a lot recently so perfect timing :) feel free to keep requesting stuff if you enjoy this and if you have feedback let me know!

With Vessel being a huge success, Tyler was finally able to buy the house he, Josh, and I had all been living in since I finished college and the boys started the band. But with signing to a major label came long studio sessions which meant being alone in the house. Tyler and I had been friends since high school and I’d gotten to see his love of music bloom. While he’d decided to pursue his dream instead of finishing college, both my parents thought it was the best option for me. I never told Tyler that I made music too, it was the one secret I kept from him. When Tyler and Josh were off at the studio I always used the equipment they had lying around the house–especially Tyler’s piano. Today, Tyler and Josh were going to be out of the house till 9pm, meaning I had enough time to go to work and play music before they came home. 

“What are you going to play now?” asked my friend April. She was the only one who knew about my music. Our mothers had been friends before we were born and as fate would tell, we carried on the legacy of friendship. 

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “I’m too tired to write anything new.” April chuckled, laying down on the floor in the music room. She’d been begging me to cover one of the boys’ songs for months–even going so far as having a list of songs she wanted me to sing. 

“Taxi Cab or Air Catcher!!” She begged, a large smile on her face. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t sung some of their songs in the shower but I swore I’d never sing them in front of anyone. They were amazing, but nothing could live up to Tyler’s angelic voice. “Please?” 

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” I muttered, resting my hands on the keyboard in front of me. April let out a loud groan. “Come on Y/N… just sing a song.” If anyone could convince me to sing for them it was her. Back in elementary school she was the most convincing person in our grade–to the point where she got our class out of at least 5 tests. 

“Which one then?” I asked, grabbing my phone to look for the sheet music. 

“Air Catcher hun,” she smiled, turning her camera on. Normally April would film our practice sessions and post them onto the private youtube account we created for me but for the first time in a while, I felt nervous about being recorded. Air Catcher was one of my favorites despite it almost never being played live these days. I remember the first time Tyler played it for me–the first time I saw him as something more than a friend. 

“You ready?” 

“I guess so,” I shrugged, starting to play the chords on the keyboard and singing the lyrics. As each word poured out of my mouth, I tried to convey the emotion I’d heard Tyler show on the song himself. Each lyric portrayed that mixed feeling of wanting to love someone but being scared of really showing who you are and giving that person a part of you. My mind started to wonder, reflecting on Tyler’s past relationships, each one failing for different reasons. I wondered who the song was about, which moment in time he was in when writing such a masterpiece. Tyler always felt so deeply about his music, something I could relate to in many ways. Yet, he was the one who was brave enough to properly showcase it to the world–to not hide anything.  

“But now, I'm here to give you words as tools that can destroy my heart,” I finished, holding the last note before turning around to April. She had a wide smile plastered onto her face. 

“Damn that was perfect Y/N! I’ll post it now!” She opened Youtube and immediately posted the cover. I was glad the channel was private, no one except us and the few family members I let hear me sing would see the video. “You know, I really think you should tell the boys about your music,” she started the conversation we had every time we hung out. 

“April, I’ve told you a hundred times, my music is personal and I’m really not ready to tell them about it yet,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration. 

She sighed in defeat. “Yeah, I know. I just think you’re too talented to keep it a secret.”

I let out a chuckle, turning off the keyboard and getting up. “It’ll happen one day, just not now.” Looking out the window I could see it was getting darker, the sun starting to set, and the sky turning orange and pink. 

 “I should probably head home, it’s getting late,” April said, packing her things away into her bag. I nodded, walking her to the door. She stopped in the doorway, pulling me in close for a hug. 

“You should show him Y/N,” she muttered. I nodded. 

“One day.”

A couple hours after April had left the house, the boys burst in through the door. 

“We’re home!” Tyler shouted from the hallway, hanging up his coat. I had moved from the music room to my bedroom, laying on my bed and watching some tv. I’d already eaten dinner and by the smells of it they had stopped by Taco Bell on the way home. That was the only complaint I had about living with Tyler and Josh–the amount of times the house smelt like Taco Bell. I could hear the thud of Tyler’s feet as he ran up the stairs and into my room. 

“Hey,” he smiled, flopping onto the bed next to me. The bed shook with his weight, my computer bouncing slightly. He scooted in close so his body was pressed against mine. God I wished he would hold me. 

“Hey.” I paused my show, rolling over so I could face Tyler. “How was your day?” I asked, ready for our daily debrief. 

“Good, we recorded Josh’s drums for house of gold which means we’re nearly ready to release the record,” he beamed. He was so excited about being signed and releasing their first studio album. I couldn’t hold back the smile on my face. 

“That’s great! What’s Josh up to?” I asked, looking out the door. 

“Showering probably,” he responded. Before we could say anything else, his phone started buzzing. Furrowing his brows, he took it out and showed me the screen. “Nevermind, he’s texting me a link to something,” he chuckled, pressing the link. All of a sudden I could hear the chords of air catcher playing through the speakers. There was no way this was happening. There was no way Josh would’ve found the video. With my palms starting to sweat and my heart racing, I wanted to grab Tyler’s phone from his hand and throw it out the window. I peeked over his shoulder to see the video didn’t actually show me but the ceiling of the music room. I really really hoped Tyler wouldn’t recognise my– “That’s you,” he stated, turning to look at me. I wanted to cry, I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready for Tyler to hear my music–let alone one of his songs. “That’s you,” he repeated, as if he expected me to say something. All I could do was nod. “This is–it’s–wow.” He ran a hand over his head and let out a breath of air. I couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad reaction but either way I felt like I wanted to run away. “You’re… amazing.” Well that was not what I expected. 

“Huh?” “You heard me,” he said. “Your voice–how did I not know you were into music?” I could feel the warmth growing in my face. I’d never felt shy or even nervous in front of Tyler before. 

“I–I was scared,” I mumbled, barely able to get the words out. He sat up and moved so he was right in front of me. I looked at him, trying to predict what he was about to do. He cupped my face, his eyes searching mine. 

“Y/N, your voice is amazing. You’re amazing,” he expressed, “what on earth would you be scared of?” I wanted to kiss him. I couldn’t take my eyes off his lips. 

“Tyler,” I started, unsure whether I was about to confess my feelings or protest his praises. I hated people making a fuss over me, much less my friends who normally went out of their way to make a fuss over me. 

“I know,” he interrupted, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. He smiled subtly, as if he could read my mind. He couldn’t read my mind, right?

“I didn’t even say anything,” I said, unsure of how to continue. 

“You don’t have to. One, you’re amazing and I don’t care what you think about yourself because clearly Josh thinks you’re amazing too and we’re the only people whose opinion should matter. And two, I know. Me too Y/N. Me too.” He paused, trying to figure out if I understood what he was saying. The moment stretched between us, an unspoken understanding hanging in the air. Tyler’s eyes softened as his hand gently cradled my jaw, his thumb brushing the side of my face with a warmth that sent shivers down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat echoing in the space between us, and for the first time, it felt like everything was about to change. "I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?" Tyler’s voice was low, almost a whisper, as if he didn’t want to ruin the moment between us. His gaze searched mine, waiting for the slightest sign of hesitation. He was waiting too long. Before he could close the distance, I leaned forward, closing the gap and pressing my lips against his. It was a soft kiss, like we were both trying to figure out if this was real. Tyler’s hand slipped from my jaw to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. The kiss deepened, slow and filled with years of unspoken words, emotions I’d buried away. I could feel his breath hitch as our lips moved in sync, a quiet sigh escaping him when I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. He pulled back for just a second, his forehead resting against mine as we both caught our breath. His eyes fluttered open, and I could see the same emotions swirling there that I felt inside of me—relief, desire, and something deeper. He smiled, that same grin that had always made my heart skip a beat, but now it was different. Now it was for me.

“That was long overdue,” he murmured. I nodded, breathless, my fingers tracing the edge of his jaw, still not quite believing this was happening.

“Yeah,” I whispered back, my lips brushing his again, barely able to stop myself from diving in for more. “A long time overdue.”

“So… I’m guessing you watched the video?” Josh chuckled from the doorway, his arms folded like a proud parent.  

“Josh, get out! Don’t think I’m happy with you sending that video to him,” I laughed, picking up a pillow and throwing it his way. I was definitely going to find out how he got access to the youtube–I had a gut feeling April had been scheming with him. 

“Sorry! Sorry! I’ve just been waiting for this to happen for like three years. I’ll leave you two alone.”

//

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[oldiesstationlover11607]

Can you just be an adult about this for once?

Relationship: Tyler Joseph x Fem!Reader

Warnings: small fight/misunderstanding but mainly fluff

Description: reader thinks tyler's leaving her at home during the clancy tour which causes a massive misunderstanding.

Tour was three days away, and Tyler still hadn’t asked me to go with him. We’d been dating for a year, together for the whole album process. Lore research? Done in bed with me. Writing and recording? Done in our basement studio. Album release stream? I was in it. Twice. I had been looking forward to The Clancy Tour since Tyler knew it was greenlit. Even Mark had been talking to me about all the tech and graphics, clearly wanting my opinion as someone with a film degree. But still, no mention of me coming along.

I got up and made breakfast for Tyler, knowing he was heading into another long day of rehearsals with Josh.

“Hmm, thanks, Y/N,” he said, grabbing a cup of coffee and sitting down at the bar. Josh had called me earlier in the week, wanting to know if I was coming. Debby always went on tour. I remember, before Tyler and I got together, I would look at her Instagram stories for behind-the-scenes pictures and videos. Josh knew Tyler hadn’t mentioned it yet; there was no way he didn’t know.

“Tyler?” I almost never called him that. It was Ty or Honey or some other cute nickname I’d come up with on the spot. He paused, eyes darting up to mine. I tried to figure out what to say next without causing an issue; he was already stressed about having the perfect show for the clique.

“What?” he asked, genuinely clueless about what was wrong. I looked down and started picking at my fingers, trying to find a decent way to ask him about the tour. “Y/N?”

“It’s nothing, Ty.” Of course, I couldn’t say anything to him. It wasn’t going to come out.

“Well, clearly it’s something.” He raised his eyebrows and folded his arms across his chest. I’d started something I didn’t want to finish.

“Are you going to hate me if I’m honest?” I asked, pulling at the sides of my nails. Tyler reached out to grab my hands, stopping me. My palms were sweaty; I knew they were.

“You need to relax and calmly tell me what’s bothering you, okay?” He held eye contact until I nodded silently. I took a deep breath, trying to reset my mind. “You’re really upset, aren’t you?”

“Well, wouldn’t you be if the love of your life was about to leave you for, like, three months?” I snapped, immediately regretting what I’d said. Tyler’s jaw dropped. I could tell he was trying to figure out how to respond. A slow smile crept onto his face. He thought this was funny. “Can you just be an adult about this for once? Everyone keeps asking me if I’m going on tour, and I have to keep telling them no. It’s embarrassing, Tyler. Not to mention that we haven’t spent a night apart in a year, and I’m already missing you.” He stood up and walked around the bar, standing directly in front of me.

“I love you.” The smile was still planted freshly on his face.

“This isn’t funny,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

“No, I know. It’s just… you scare me when you act like that. Like I’ve done something terribly wrong and ended up ruining our relationship. But then it turns out you’re just gonna miss me,” he pouted, dragging out the last few words. “I was going to surprise you. You’re coming with me; I just wanted it to be special, you know.” Then I felt bad. I’d really messed up.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. I just felt weird and was gonna miss you and–” I was interrupted by his hands cupping my face gently. He leaned forward, and his smile turned into a smirk. I could feel warmth rush to my cheeks as I tried to keep my cool. A year-long relationship, and I still wasn’t used to the things he did.

“Y/N, we have three months living in a bus together. Trust me when I say that we’ll be spending so much time together that you’re not gonna miss me,” he chuckled, and I nodded quietly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

//

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🎶Hello! My name is Elder 💛, and I would like to share with you the most amazing request!🎶

Hello my dude! It’s me 💛. First of all, I love hearing your responses to whatever it is I’m dragging on about in my request messages so please never apologize. It’s almost like we’re pen pals in a way (only I give nothin in return for your amazing stories other than my poor jokes). Also, the whole concept about how perspectives affect how people view the media they consume that you talked about in the Josh studying one shot (which, honestly, encouraged me to study) is a similar concept that psychology talks about a decent amount (though, we focus beyond just perception of media, but I definitely understood the concept you mentioned). Also, have fun at your show when it comes around! I feel like sometimes international fans (for US artists) are better crowds because they don’t take the fact that the artist is touring there for granted. Idk. Have fun no matter what though!

Anyways, I’m rambling. My request. I was wondering if you could do something really fluffy about the reader, who is in a relationship with Tyler, struggling to sleep on the tour bus while she tours with the boys, not because it is small or uncomfortable or anything (which it is), but because the bunks on the bus are too small for her to snuggle with Tyler, which helps her fall asleep. Maybe she could try to hide how tired she is for a few days but Tyler catches on or something.

I apologize if this is a stupid request. No pressure for it to be long or anything, I just think it’s cute!

Sleep - Tyler Joseph x reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: none - fluffy

Word Count: 1797

A/N: So sorry this took so long! It's been a stressful few days as you probably saw on one of my posts but things are getting better now I think. Starting to realise at 18 that parents (especially my Dad) generally have no idea what they're doing in life either and can f up a lot. I agree with the notion that international fans appreciate artists touring more–tøp is only playing one show for our whole country so it's very exciting for me lol. Hope you enjoy this one!

“And this is the bus!” Tyler beamed, grasping my hand and helping me up onto the vehicle. My jaw dropped, completely unexpecting the amazingness in front of me. The front of the bus was lined with benches and a tv sat in the corner–a nintendo sitting underneath it. Towards the back, the walk space narrowed as rows of bunks led to the end lounge. 

“Holy shit, this is–wow,” I gasped. Tyler let out a loud laugh, putting the last of our stuff where it belonged. I couldn’t believe this was going to be our home for the next three months. Josh, Mark, important crew members, Tyler, and I–all in this small bus together. It was going to be awesome.

Tyler grabbed my hand, leading me back to the bunks. He pointed at the last top and middle bunks on the left side. “This is where we’re sleeping. You’re top and I’m middle–Josh is sleeping on the bottom.” I hadn’t realized that Tyler and I wouldn’t be sleeping together. We always slept together, practically on top of each other. How could I have been so stupid? Of course the bunks weren’t going to fit two people. I nodded, trying to hide my worry. Tyler and I had slept together every night for the last three years, even in the back of the van we made it work. 

“You done giving her the tour?” Josh smiled, appearing from the back lounge. He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt, skinny jeans, and the same baseball cap he’d worn everyday for the last 6 months. Tyler nodded, leading us into the front lounge. It was starting to get dark outside, which as Tyler had told me earlier, meant we were going to sleep soon and the driver was going to take us to the first stop on the tour. Knowing me better than anyone, Tyler placed a bag of peppermint tea inside a mug and filled it with warm water. Every night before I slept I had to have a warm drink and cuddle with him before I could sleep–except this time I only got to have one of those things. 

“Do you guys think you’ll miss the van?” I asked, taking a sip of my tea and leaning against Tyler. I wondered if he felt the same way about our sleeping arrangements. 

“I don't know, maybe?” Josh started.

“I think we’ll miss certain aspects of it. I definitely don’t miss how cramped it was,” Tyler chuckled, looking at me. 

“Yeah, I guess it was cramped, wasn’t it?” I awkwardly laughed. As I finished my drink I put it in the sink and headed to the back lounge to get changed into my pjs. The back lounge was just big enough for everyone’s suitcases to fit and for us to get changed—however it was hard to keep my balance considering the floor was covered in clothes and suitcases. I folded up my clothes and slipped them into the bag I’d designated for Tyler and I’s dirty clothes. I grabbed a hoodie and marched back out to the front of the bus where Tyler was sitting–Josh must’ve gone to bed already. 

“You ready?” Tyler smiled, getting up off the couch and stretching his arms. I hummed a yes before Tyler led us to our set of bunks, the bottom bunk’s curtain closed confirming my theory that Josh had gone to bed already. Tyler helped me up to the top bunk before climbing in below me. It felt weird to know he was going to sleep below me when all I wanted to do was sleep in his embrace. After getting myself as comfortable as I possibly could be without being next to Tyler, I leaned over the edge of my bunk to see him scrolling on his phone. 

“What’re you doing?” I whispered, causing him to look up from his phone with a soft smile. 

“Just scrolling through Twitter, the fans seem really excited for the show,” he hummed. 

“More excited than you?” I chuckled, reaching down to hold his hand. He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand before pressing his lips to it. 

“No one is ever more excited than me for tour,” he responded. “Anyways, I’m tired, I should get some rest.” I nodded, feeling blood start to rush to my head from hanging upside down. 

“Okay, goodnight Ty,” I smiled. “Night love,” he hummed, rolling over onto his side, turning his little light off, and closing the blue cotton curtain. 

I rolled back up so I was laying flat on my bunk and staring up at the roof of the little box I was sealed in. My eyes felt heavy as the blue light from my phone beamed into my face from scrolling–which I wouldn’t have been doing if Tyler had bothered to teach me how to use the little screens at the end of each bed. A few hours had passed and I still hadn’t fallen asleep yet, the sound of–probably–Josh’s snoring filled the bus along with the buzzing of the road. I missed the shape of Tyler’s body against mine, we fit perfectly together and just laying there I felt like half the person I was supposed to be. I’d put my phone down, its battery reaching 10% and resorted to counting to 100 over and over again while tossing and turning to find a comfortable position. Nothing was helping. As each hour passed through the night I kept my eye on the clock counting the hours till the boys would wake up. Tyler was a morning person–or at least he’d made himself a morning person–always keen to make the most of the day and get to work so that by the evening he could spend time with me. Each hour I made mental notes of what was happening each hour, trying to save myself from going insane. 

3AM - Josh stopped snoring and Tyler let out a groan as he rolled over. 

4AM - The bus jumped as we went over what I assumed was a speed bump and I fell asleep for 15 minutes. 

5AM - Someone turned on their phone for 10 minutes but definitely fell back asleep after 5 minutes and we parked just inside the gates of the venue parking lot. I could hear the sounds of crew off loading equipment–loud enough to hear but quiet enough to not wake anyone up. Josh’s curtain opened and he got changed for a run.

6AM - Tyler’s curtain opened and he crawled out of the bunk. 

“Tyler?” I croaked, opening my own curtain. He was running his fingers through his hair, trying to fix it after what I knew was a decent sleep. 

“Morning,” Tyler smiled, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. Josh climbed back onto the bus, the vehicle shaking slightly with the change of weight. I jumped down from my bunk and put on one of Tyler’s black hoodies, the smell relaxing me more than I had been in the last 8 hours. “You want some breakfast?” I nodded, knowing I was going to need an awful amount of coffee to survive the day. By the time I made it to the front of the bus Tyler had placed a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee on the table for me. 

“Thanks babe,” I smiled, digging into my food and listening to Josh talk about what the city we were in had to do. What I had failed to notice was Tyler strongly examining my face as if there was something wrong. While Josh continued to talk about tourist attractions–further exhausting me with every activity he mentioned–Tyler reached out to rub my upper cheek. 

“Did you get enough sleep last night Y/N?” he started. I didn’t want to bother him with my issues, Tyler was going to be busy today and clearly I was the only one who had a problem with sleeping alone. 

“Yeah, I think so,” I lied, trying to hold back a yawn. Josh let out a loud laugh. “What’s so funny?” I darted my head in his direction. 

“Well I’m sure Tyler already knows this considering it’s you but you’re a terrible liar,” he explained, a massive grin plastered onto his face. My jaw dropped. “You’ve been wide awake since at least 4:30–I could hear you rolling over every three seconds,” he got up to put away his dishes and have a shower, leaving Tyler and I alone at the table. 

“Y/N?” Tyler asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“He’s right. I got 15 minutes of sleep,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes and finally releasing the yawn I’d been trying to hold in.  

“Oh honey,” Tyler reached out to hold my hand, “why didn’t you sleep?” I thought long and hard about how I was going to answer that question without seeming like a creep. 

“I–I missed you. We haven’t had a single night apart in forever and I just–I couldn’t sleep,” I sighed. Tyler looked relieved, the stress lines on his forehead disappearing. 

“God, I thought something was horribly wrong,” he breathed, “I can fix the missing me problem Y/N.” I got up and put my dishes in the sink on top of Josh’s–one of us would eventually clean them but it wasn’t going to be me and it wasn’t going to be right now. 

“How?” I asked. Tyler got up from his seat and walked to the back of the bus. He ruffled through his suitcase before pulling something out and coming back to me. 

“This.” He handed me a black t-shirt–the exact black t-shirt he was wearing when we first met. “It smells like me so if you’re struggling to sleep at least you have something that is mine and–” Before he could finish his sentence I’d practically tackled him into his chair, pressing my lips to his. My eyes fluttered closed and my breathing slowed, finally feeling relaxed in his embrace. He returned the kiss, meshing his lips against mine gently. “Wait–wait,” he muttered in between breaths causing me to pull away slowly. “I wasn’t done yet,” he laughed. 

“What?” I smirked lazily. 

“I was going to say, you can always wake me up in the night if you want to talk or cuddle or need anything,” he explained. 

“Really?” I asked, resting my head in the crook of his neck and closing my eyes. He hummed a yes before standing up with me wrapped around him like a koala. His hands came to rest under me so he could hold me up. 

“Let’s get you back to bed,” he sighed, carrying me to the back of the bus. I was barely awake at that point, my breathing slowing and consciousness slowly slipping away. “Sleep well Y/N.”

//

Requests open!!

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Break the Cycle - Clancy x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph/Clancy x Fem!Reader and Josh/Torchbearer x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Violence, anything related to Dema or the Trench story that's generally triggering

Word Count: 1987

Summary: When Tyler escapes Dema, you're told by your bishop Keons to go into Trench and bring him back, but you soon realise things aren't what you thought they were.

PART 2 + PART 3

Tyler had disappeared during the Annual Assemblage and I wasn’t surprised in the least. He’d been rebelling against Keons ever since he was twelve, despite being the Bishops’ favorite in the district. Tyler and I had grown up together, we were best friends, but he had always found a way to get into trouble. Our whole friend group knew it would be sooner rather than later that he would get the attention of Blurryface, I just didn’t think he’d leave Dema before it happened. Everyone over sixteen had their own room in the city and Keons must’ve noticed Tyler was missing because he had shown up outside my place. 

“Bishop?” I’d answered the door to the elder dressed in red. I had no idea how Tyler could be around him so often without being scared. 

“My child, Clancy is gone. Do you know where he is?” Clancy. Tyler’s nickname. It meant ‘son of the red warrior’ and was only really ever used formally. I opened the door further for Keons to enter. 

“No Father, I haven’t heard anything from him since yesterday and everything seemed normal,” I stuttered out, feeling my hands shake, “I didn’t even know you knew who I was.”

“Clancy talked about you a lot, Y/N. I want you to find him and bring him back here, Nico would like to meet him.” He rested his black hand on my shoulder and I felt a cold wave run through my body. “I care about him very much and I know you do too, my child.” There was no arguing with a Bishop. If you did what they said, there was the chance to attend the Assemblage and become a Glorious Gone, the very stage of existence we all aimed to achieve in Dema. 

“I will try to find him Father, but what if he’s left the city?”

“Then you enter Trench and you find Clancy.”

Keons had suggested I leave Dema straight away. He said the Bishops had a feeling Tyler had left the city. Head true east, out via the tunnels. Dema’s tunnels were known for being dark, cold, and empty. I’d packed a bag with everything I might’ve needed, a torch, warm, dark clothes, and a map of Trench. I was 100% prepared to find Tyler. Except for one thing. A body. Warm, not cold. Another torch, not Tyler’s. I jumped when I saw it, scared the shit out of me. 

“Are you okay?” A voice called from further inside the tunnel. 

“I’m fine. No one is supposed to be in the tunnels,” I spoke.

“Then what are you doing here?” He was dressed in an army green coat with a yellow taped cross, the center landing on his chest. The hood of his coat was up and I couldn’t see his face, a yellow bandana covering it. 

“I’ve been sent by a Bishop to find my friend. What are you doing here?” 

“I’m leaving the city,” he pointed to the light at the end of the tunnel. “I can help you find your friend.” Keons had told me not to trust anyone, find Ty and bring him straight home. 

“I think I can find him myself,” I said, continuing to walk towards the end of the tunnel. 

“Your loss, Trench is pretty big. And without a guide you could get lost,” he walked behind me. This was when I started to contemplate being alone within Trench, somewhere I’d never been before. It could get cold out there and god only knew what kind of animals or beasts came out at night. “You could get hurt.”

“Why would you care if I got hurt?” I turned around and looked him dead in the eyes. 

He looked surprised, “Because you’re alone. You’re leaving Dema for the first time and you have no idea what you’re walking into.” 

“Oh and you do?” I snapped back. 

“I live there.” 

He lived there. This man lived in Trench. No one lived in Trench. “Do you want me to help you or not?” I thought about it for a second. I thought about Tyler and if he was okay, if he was still alive.

“What’s your name?” If I was going to let this man lead me to Tyler I needed to know who he was. 

“You tell me yours first,” he quipped back. 

“No.”

“They call me The Torchbearer.” I audibly laughed. He didn’t seem very impressed at that. “What’s your name?” 

I thought for a moment before answering, “They call me Artemis.” Sacarver had gifted me that name during a confession session. 

“Greek goddess of the wilderness? Of course they sent you,” Torchbearer scoffed. “They like ones like you, that’s why he left.” Tyler? Had Torchbearer seen Tyler? But before I could ask he continued walking forward. “Come on.” I followed quickly behind, noticing his occasional paranoid looks back. 

Torchbearer and I walked through a rocky valley and towards the place he referred to as ‘camp’. I was sure camp implied there were going to be more people that just Torchbearer there. 

“How much further are we going to have to walk?” I asked, regretting the shoes I’d chosen. We’d been walking for days. 

“Not far. But when we arrive you’re going to need to lay low so I can make sure it’s safe for you.” I had no idea what that meant. All I could think about was Tyler. If he was okay. 

We walked for another twenty minutes before I could see tents perched up on a hill. I’d spoken to Torchbearer about Tyler, not using his name for safety but speaking about what he was like. I had hoped Torchbearer could help me find him but I was losing hope. He was monotone with his responses and seemed paranoid as we walked. 

“I’m going to greet everyone, you need to stay behind me the whole time.” I ignored his request and looked over his shoulder. “I’m not joking,” Torchbearer stared me down, the yellow bandana and hood still covering most of his face. This was when I noticed the color of his eyes, hazel. Tyler’s eyes were a cold brown. I’d remembered this because he always looked tired and worn out despite doing the same tasks as everyone else. Keons was relying on me to bring him back home. Keons knew how I really felt about Tyler and promised me he wouldn’t tell Blurryface if I returned with Ty. Love wasn’t allowed to be felt in Dema. Yes, people were married but they were coupled off by the Bishops and had children to keep the city alive, not for love. Those who were ‘in love’ generally ended up visiting Blurryface and came out ‘normal’. Almost as if hating the person they once loved. I wasn’t willing to risk that. 

“Artemis,” I felt Torchbearer’s hand on my shoulder. I must’ve zoned out. 

“Hmm?” I looked up and came face to face with about 50 other people dressed in yellow, mostly men. 

“These are the Banditos,” he pushed me forward slightly and I managed an awkward wave. Tyler had mentioned the Banditos once, but everyone had assumed he’d made them up. “I’m their leader, taught them everything there is to know about Trench.” I took in the camp, it was relatively developed, and seemed homey. “Jenna!” Torchbearer called out and a blonde woman appeared at his side. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and disappeared before reappearing with a man dressed in black. He was the only one with red tape on his shoulders and a full face mask, covering everything but his eyes. “Leave us,” Torchbearer hung up his torch and walked us over to his tent, everyone other than the man in black had gone back to their tents. As I sat down I noticed Torchbearer had zipped up the door and was taking off his jacket and removing his bandana. Again, an army green shirt with yellow tape across his chest. Torchbearer had curly brown hair, black gauges in his ears and nose rings on either side of his nose, a look which would be severely punished in Dema. “Y/N. That is your name, correct?” He turned to the man in black who nodded. 

“How do you know that?” I pressed, worried that I’d walked into the very thing Keons had told me to stay away from. Tyler was the only one who still called me that. 

“Do you know who this is?” 

The masked man was staring me down, as I answered, “No.” 

“This is my right hand, someone I trust will show you around Trench and explain the truth to you,” Torchbearer nodded at the man who started to take his mask off. “Oh, and I’m Josh. Any friend of his can call me Josh,” he smiled gently before leaving us alone in the tent. 

“Artemis?” It was Tyler. Of course Torchbearer–Josh would have him. 

“Tyler?” I stared at his brown eyes, warmer than the last time I’d seen him. “We need to go home, Keons sent me to bring you back. We’re worried about you.” I reached out for him but he moved away. 

“Don’t call me Tyler, I go by Clancy now,” his head was now shaved, the brown hair I’d fallen in love with was gone. Tyler was gone. 

“But–”

“You’re brainwashed. Vialism isn’t real and the Bishops, they’re controlling you.” I felt my eyebrows curve in hurt. He was lying. I trusted Keons but he wouldn’t have sent me out here without explaining everything to me. 

“But Keons. He–”

“He’s an insider. Betrayed Nico a long time ago. Also told me how you felt and sent me out of the city knowing you’d follow me,” Tyler spoke with strength. He was a totally different person than I thought he was. 

“But… our friends?” I felt tears start to spike my eyes, “the Annual Assemblage?”

“They get you to kill yourself so they can seize your body Artemis, there are no Glorious Gone.” I was going to be sick. I felt dizzy as the world spun around me. 

“Tyler I–”

“Clancy.”

“I –I can’t do this.” My body felt cold, goosebumps popping up across my arms and legs. “I–I love you–I.” Tyler placed his hands on either side of my face and pressed his forehead against mine. 

“Artemis. You are strong. You’ve survived Dema and that’s the hardest thing to do. Josh has kept an eye on you for me and he’s smart, smarter than me. I need you to let me go until we can defeat the Bishops and retake Dema.” Artemis, he never called me that. I shook my head in denial. 

“Tyler–”

“Clancy,” he interrupted again, this time harsher.

“I’m leaving,” I stood up and walked out of the tent only to feel a pair of arms wrap around me. Josh. I let out a loud scream, kicking my legs and trying to free myself.

“I told you she’d try to escape,” Josh looked back at Tyler.

“I thought she’d understand. I did,” Tyler looked disappointed. 

“She isn’t you Clancy,” Josh sighed before dragging me into an empty tent and tying my wrist to the centre pole. Tyler had left. 

“I loved him and he’s ruined everything,” I cried, trying to loosen the rope around my wrists. “Our friends... if what he’s saying is true then they’re not safe.”

Josh bent down to face me, “We are watching your friends Artemis, when the time is right they will be brought here to you and Clancy. I need you to know that this is for your own good. Know that when you begin to understand the gravity of the situation, Clancy will be waiting for you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I swore and Josh's eyebrows raised subtly in surprise. 

“It means he loves you, idiot. You just have to break the cycle.”

//

I love writing Clancy stories tbh. Requests open!!

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Okay. It’s 💛 (perfect emoji choice by the way). I’m going be selfish and request a part 2 to Number 16 Cotton Candy. I know you said you didn’t really where to go with it, so I have a suggestion.

The torchbearer invited the reader to the town hall. I’m thus assuming that he was there (unless you’re pulling a navigating on me). I suggest that the reader perhaps either A) Demand to be taken with him back to the Bandito camp/to wherever he meets up with Clancy, or B) Somehow sneak out behind him and follow him to the Bandito camp/wherever he meets up with Clancy. I feel like some good angst could come out of that reunion if it happened (and, of course, the classic “You changed your hair” trope can occur). Maybe for the ending she can end up joining them officially.

This is just a suggestion. I really loved the first one and thought it would be cool to see it continued. If you don’t wanna do it, no problem (also I’m sorry for all my long asks. I’m a yapper).

Number 16 Cotton Candy Part 2 - Clancy x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph/Clancy × Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, anything related to Dema or the Trench story that's generally triggering

Word Count: 2158 !!

Summary: Check the request!

PART 1

A/N: Your asks never fail to bring a smile to my face 💛! I had a few ideas with this one and tbh it did relatively well. Someone else reposted it wanting a part 2 so yay! I’m always checking my phone for your next request 💛(I’m not lying, I think I checked like 7 times today). I’m planning on doing an October challenge and writing something new everyday based on a prompt, obviously tøp themed! P.S. I’m also a yapper. Also incredibly proud of this one's ending - literally crying.

The town hall was normally empty, cold. But with the amount of people who looked almost like what Clancy had described bandtios as, it felt hopeful. I’d wondered who all those people were, how they’d found out about this, the banditos, and why they were here rather than in prison cells. Surely a rebellion in Dema would be wiped out instantly, even one of this size. Clancy had walked into the room, face covered in a red and gray mask before speaking to us. Everyone was quiet, anxious to hear what he had to say. Had any of these people even met him before? Did they even know what he looked like? He was shorter than I’d remembered, preaching a story I’d heard him tell 3 years ago. The story felt more important when it was being told to a room full of people rather than just me in the dressing room of ‘Good Day Dema’. Except something was wrong with Clancy. He looked sick, slowly throughout his speech he started to stumble until he collapsed to the floor. Citizens jumped out of their seats and ran in his direction, crowding around his body on the floor. 

“Take his mask off!” I heard one yell while another was already removing the piece of fabric. I stayed in my seat, stretching up to get a look at the floor to see his face, one I hadn’t seen in years. 

“Don’t bother,” a voice came from next to me. The Torchbearer. “He’s not here.”

“What?” I asked, turning to face him. 

“He told you about seizing right?” 

I nodded. There was no way Clancy was seizing, only bishops could seize. I looked back down to the floor to see a lifeless body laying there. A body which wasn’t Clancy’s, not even close to it. I stood up and started towards The Torchbearer. 

“Tell me everything right now or I swear to god I’ll–I’ll…” The Torchbearer grabbed my hand and led me away from the town hall and out into the night. It was dark enough to hide from anyone else around after curfew but the real worry was coming. Soon the vultures would come out and the bishops would be able to see everything. We ran far from the hall and turned into an alleyway. “Where the fuck is he?” I shouted. He held me tightly, clearly trying to calm me down. His fingers dug into my arms, hard enough to tell me to shut up but light enough to not leave bruises. 

“He–He’s safe. Off continent. I’ve kept an eye on him. The sub went down and he washed onto Vøldsoy, an island not far away from here. He’s heading back to Trench on a boat, back to the Bandito Camp,” he explained, composedly. He’d been safe on an island for the last 3 years and hadn’t even reached out once. So much for ‘I’ll come back for you’. 

“And what exactly have you been doing since he was captured?” I felt weak inside and light lit by Clancy snuffed out. 

“I–uh… I have an ability to guide,” he continued. “Physically I’m back at the camp but I’m able to appear to people in spirit. I’ve been guiding him. He has the ability to seize like the bishops, hence why the boy on the floor–” Even The Torchbearer wasn’t here right now. The ‘rebellion’ was turning out to be a fake movement with more talk than action. 

“I don’t want to hear about the boy he used,” I interrupted, “I want to be taken to him. Now.” His face scrunched slightly and his body’s stiff composure relaxed slightly. 

“I can do that.”

We waited, vultures circled over the city, eyes lit orange by the bishops. The Torchbearer grabbed my hand, leading me out into the empty street. He stopped in front of a manhole and removed the cover while I kept watch. 

“There are tunnels down there. If you walk out towards the light you’ll come out in Trench. I can physically meet you there,” he explained, helping me down into the hole. The heavy black boots on my feet stomped down onto the damp ground. The air was dank and felt heavy, hard to breathe in. “You need to run before the bishops find out you’re missing, I’ll see you on the other side,” he declared, closing the lid and sealing me into the tunnel alone. I listened to exactly what he said, despite the air practically suffocating me–I ran. The roof of the tunnel was covered in wooden planks, old and molding no doubt. Light peeked through towards the end of the tunnel and I quickly made my way there. As I exited, I noticed the landscape for the first time. It was flat and dry, except for a few rocks. A bush of yellow flowers sat pristinely at the end, indicating that I was safe.

“You made it.” My entire body jolted in shock, forgetting I was actually supposed to be meeting someone. The Torchbearer was wearing different clothing from the last time I’d seen him. A navy green hooded jacket with yellow tape across his chest, a yellow bandana covering his face. He was carrying a black jacket for me and two other banditos appeared behind him, each carrying yellow tape. 

“Where is he?” I said, taking the jacket while the banditos taped my shoulders. 

“He’s still on the island, preparing to head back to Trench in a few days,” The Torchbearer didn’t even look back at me while he spoke. As we hiked through the terrain, I took in the environment I’d dreamed about. Clancy’s description was an understatement, it wasn’t beautiful, or colorful, or free, it was so much more than that. We walked back to the camp where I was escorted to a tent, a yellow one. The camp was full of tents and boxes of equipment. I wondered what they did for food in an environment like this. How the bishops got food into Dema. Blankets were set up perfectly inside the tent along with one essential item I hadn’t expected to be there, something I hadn’t touched in years. It brought back memories I wasn’t sure were positive but I knew exactly why it was there, The Torchbearer knew the significance, he had to. Number 16 cotton candy hair dye and bleach. He’d set me up with one of his closest friends–or so I’d heard. Debby, a bandito who had apparently been part of the rebellion since she was 13. She was born in the same region as me, had bright red hair, and was clearly the designated hair person in the group. After spending an afternoon telling her every detail of the story, she offered to dye it for me. I gladly accepted. 

It was a week before The Torchbearer mentioned Clancy again. I’d begged him to tell me what was happening with him but he’d refused to say anything. Until out of nowhere, in the middle of the night, he’d enter my tent in a hurry. 

“He’s arriving on the shore, pack a bag,” he declared, with no explanation. There were three banditos lined up behind him, each carrying a torch. I wondered where Debby was, she had to know what was going on. 

“Who?” I asked. Any number of people could be arriving… and there was no need to get my hopes up. 

“You know who Y/N,” The Torchbearer had a serious expression plastered on his face, determined. “Pack your bag.” 

It took 3 hours for us to reach the edge of the forest. Torchbearer stopped right where the trees opened into a large clearing, turning to face me. We hadn’t spoken much on the hike but here we were. I’d wondered how Clancy dealt with him, someone as talkative and creative as him, and then The Torchbearer. Two completely different personalities. 

“Y/N. He–uh… he thinks I’ve physically been with him since Scaled and Icy. He might be in shock,” he spoke. I didn’t have a chance to respond before I was pushed forward and out into the open. Torchbearer had handed me Clancy’s mask and followed right behind me. I scanned the field, empty other than a large bonfire that lit up the night sky. Back in Dema the night sky was just dark, no stars or clouds. I wished I had gotten out earlier, I’d have been able to see more of them. A man stumbled out from behind a tree on the opposite side of the field, right on time as The Torchbearer had predicted. I ran to him, a new set of scars on his face capturing my attention. He was dressed in a dark coat, a black beanie covering his head, eyes full of concern. Clancy had aged, sun damage was evident along with smile lines etched onto his face. 

“You’re here? You–you got out? How did you get out?” He turned around as if he expected someone to be standing there. “You said–” Torchbearer stepped out from behind me, a loud sigh escaping his lips. 

“I’m here…”

Clancy pointed right at him. “Josh… you’re going to need to explain where the hell you’ve been for the last 4 years.” Another secret that had been kept from me, The Torchbearer’s name… Josh. The two of them walked away together, as if I didn’t exist, continuing their conversation. I desperately tried to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach, the bubbling mix of rage and sorrow building up. I no longer mattered. 

The whole journey back, Clancy and the Torchbearer–Josh–exchanged stories, catching each other up on the last 4 years. I returned back to my tent when we arrived at the camp, the sound of banditos running backing and forth, welcoming one of their own back. I was exhausted and all I needed was rest, that and to be left alone. Surely I hadn’t escaped for this, to be thrown aside like I was just another asset to ‘the cause’. 

“Y/N?” A dirt-covered hand crept around the fabric ‘door’ of the tent, Clancy. He was the last person I wanted to see or talk to, but before I could say anything he’d stepped inside and sat down in front of me. I stayed quiet, waiting for him to explain himself. “Are you okay?” Three words no one had asked me in the days I’d been out of Dema. 

“Am I okay? Am I fucking okay? You were dead, you were gone for four years Clancy! Four fucking years!” I shouted, my breath quickening. He reached out for my hands and I moved to shove him away. Clearly his reflexes had improved because he’d caught my hands and instead pulled me in close. His heartbeat thumped against my ear, gently telling me he was nervous. It had been a long time since I had been this close to anyone. I couldn’t do it anymore, I knew nothing about him. I wasn’t okay, not at all. 

“I know–I’m–I’m so sorry,” his hand rested on the back of my head, the first proper touch we’d had since ‘Good Day Dema’. “I’m sorry Y/N.” Tears started to well at the edges of my eyes, threatening to spill over. My face burned and contorted into a pained frown, every muscle in my body aching. He rocked us back and forth, whispering comforting words into my ear. My mother used to do that when I was angry. I was the type of person who only got angry when they were scared or sad–it wasn’t clear which one this was.

“I loved you,” I sighed heavily, letting my head drop. I hadn’t admitted that to anyone, including myself. 

“I still love you,” he cupped my face, leaning his forehead against mine. I hated him and loved him at the same time. “Come here,” he removed his large–and heavy–jacket, placing it to the side of my blankets along with his beanie. His hair… it was gone. The brightly coloured pink we’d bonded over was now gone. The color I’d just dyed my own hair. I’d stolen one of the bandito’s beanies to keep warm on the hike and still had it on, hiding the color.

“I want to hate you.”

“You’re allowed to. You–you should. I made a promise and didn’t hold to it,” he traced my palm lines instead of looking at me. 

“You have no hair,” I chuckled tiredly. He sat back, brows furrowed in surprise before shrugging. 

“It was easier to shave it off instead of letting it grow out.”

“I liked the pink,” I muttered. Clancy curled a strand of hair that was hanging out from the beanie around his fingers. 

“I can tell. You changed your hair too,” His eyes darted over my body, “What is that… number 16 cotton candy?” The tears finally fell from my face as I nodded, I removed the beanie and let my hair fall freely. 

“I missed you.”

//

Hope you liked it 💛! Looking forward to the next request :)

[oldiesstationlover11607]

…..hi. My name is [💛] (idk if this reference will land)

Anyways. It’s me 💛. Your favorite anonymous requester. First of all, I wanted to ask how you were doing. I realize that I never really ask about you when I write these requests. Hope all is well and good. Second of all, OMG I love the one shot with Josh trying to explain lore! Between the forest fic reference and Tyler coming through with the survival kit, it was so good!

So, I don’t know if I made another request prior to this one (if I did I am so so sorry. I like to space these out so you’re not just inundated with my requests before being finished with the other one first), but I can’t get it out of my head so I figured might as well put it to paper. Could you do a super fluffy one shot of Josh being the readers first kiss? They’re like, nervous and stuff about it because they’ve been dating for a while and she doesn’t want him to leave, but also doesn’t want to embarrass herself. I just have a soft spot for first kiss stories.

Only if you want to. No pressure.

First Kiss - Josh Dun x Reader

Relationship: Josh Dun × Reader

Warnings: Couple swears

Word Count: 1692

A/N: I’m so glad you liked the lore fic 🙌 I appreciate you asking how I am. I only have a few months left of high school before going to university/college. There’s a lot on my plate right now with finishing high school and doing extra curricular activities which is making me exhausted if I’m being honest but writing everyday makes me feel so much better. It’s like that little burst of happiness at the end of my days! How are you doing 💛?

When I was 17 all I ever looked forward to was my English class. It was the only class I had with Josh at school and we always sat next to each other at the back. On the first day of junior year we were paired up for class speeches due to both of us having crippling anxiety. We were told to each write a speech, do it in front of the other, and record it for the teacher. It was senior year and Josh and I had been in a relationship for 6 months. Josh was my first boyfriend but I definitely wasn’t his—not that he was popular or a ladies man but he’d been in a relationship before. Despite being together for six months, all we’d ever done was cuddle and hold hands in public. We’d never kissed. I’d never been kissed by him. I’d never been kissed at all and Josh had no idea. It was Friday afternoon and I was sitting in study with Tyler, Josh’s best friend and the school’s star basketball player. He was like a real-life Troy Bolton. Senior students at our school were assigned a couple study periods a week, giving us time to complete all of our work—or gossip with each other. 

“Josh said you’re going over to his place tonight,” he whispered, trying to avoid the librarian from telling him to shut up. I nodded in response, wondering when Josh had the time to tell him. While Tyler and Josh were best friends, Tyler had been my childhood best friend. Our moms brought us up together and he lived a couple houses down from me, meaning we spent a lot of time together as kids. “Are you finally gonna muster up the guts to kiss him?”

“Shhh!!” I jumped, looking around the library to see if anyone had heard. “Tyler we are literally in public I do not need you blasting to the entire school that I’ve never kissed my boyfriend,” I groaned. Tyler tried to hold back his laughter which earned him an annoyed look from the librarian, with whom he had a complicated relationship. 

“Oh come on Y/N, just kiss the boy. He obviously wants to if that’s what you’re worried about,” he nagged. I wasn’t worried about whether or not Josh wanted to, I was worried about whether I’d mess it up. I’d kiss him, we’d pull apart, and he’d yell at me about how awful it was and how we should break up immediately. Either that was going to happen or he’d break up with me because it’s been six months and we’d never kissed. 

“Yeah, yeah ok. If it happens it happens,” I sighed.

“It’s going to happen,” he pushed, earning him a shush from the librarian. 

We sat in the rest of our study period working on our assignments before the bell rang for us to go home. I packed up my stuff and waited for Tyler to follow me out the door. “Thanks Mrs Jordan!” he shouted at the librarian who shushed him again before rolling her eyes and getting back to work. Tyler left the library in a fit of laughter, his favorite pastime seemed to be pissing off the librarian–something I took much joy in watching.

“You know one day she’s going to ban you from the library,” I chuckled, walking into the parking lot and seeing Josh leaning against his car. 

“I look forward to it.” Tyler smiled, waving me goodbye. I turned around and walked towards Josh, who smiled at me lovingly. 

“How was study?” he asked, opening the passenger side door for me. 

“Good, same old stuff with Tyler and Mrs Jordan though,” I explained. Josh had study with us last year, we were the perfect trio, until this year when all of our schedules changed again, leaving just Tyler and I to have it at the same time. We drove out of the parking lot passing Tyler, who smirked at me before wrapping his arms around himself and pretending he was making out with some invisible force. I wanted to jump out of the car and tackle him to the ground. This was not funny. Josh looked out the window to see Tyler making a fool of himself and chuckled under his breath. We turned the corner and parked in front of Josh’s house. His family were away on a ski trip meaning he had the house to himself and that I could stay the night. I leaned my bag up against the couch and went to grab a snack from the kitchen. Josh had gone back to his room to get changed into something more comfortable which looked like a pair of sweatpants and a gray t-shirt. It had been relatively warm and humid that day so neither of us needed a jersey or hoodie. I sat on the couch scrolling through social media and waiting for him to come out, which only took about 2 minutes. I could tell he was rushing considering he was still putting on his shirt when he fell back on the couch. 

“What are we gonna watch?” he asked, grabbing the television remote and flicking through Netflix. 

“Have you ever seen To All the Boys I've Loved Before?” 

He shook his head and pressed play without asking any questions. We sat through the movie watching Lara Jean and Peter slowly fall in love through their ‘fake’ relationship. I loved this movie, especially how Peter put his hand in the back pocket of Lara Jean’s pants–it was adorable. Throughout the movie Josh and I slowly got closer and closer until we were practically on top of each other. We got to the point in the film where Lara Jean describes her first kiss with Peter and how it was during a spin the bottle game. Josh pulled me in close, his arms wrapped around me. “My first kiss was like that. 12 years old and some stupid dare,” he laughed. I wanted to crawl inside a hole and escape this conversation. “It was with Mary Ross.”

“Josh, can we not talk about first kisses? Please?”  

He sat up and looked at me, his eyes meeting mine and pushing me towards the edge. 

“Why? Do you have some horror story about your first?” he asked. I really didn’t want to explain it to him. Tyler was the only one who really knew and I’d sworn him to secrecy. I stayed silent, knowing that if I said anything I’d have to tell the truth. Unfortunately, silence said more than I thought it would. “No way,” Josh muttered. “But–”

“But nothing Josh, let’s just move on,” I interrupted. 

“No, let’s not move on. You’ve never been kissed have you?” He continued to push my boundaries. I wished Tyler was there to tell him to back off, that it was a sensitive topic and when I said I didn’t want to talk about it, I meant it. I shook my head, confirming what he was saying. He cupped my face and smiled down at me. “If you’ve never been kissed then it’s my job to make sure your first is special,” he breathed, leaning in. 

“Wait,” I pressed a hand against his chest and he immediately stopped. He looked worried, as if he’d done something wrong. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He pulled back slightly. 

“I’m–I’m scared Josh, I just–I’ve never done this before so it’s scary,” I explained. Josh let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in towards me. 

“It’s okay Y/N. I’ve got you,” he whispered. I noticed the little hole at the bottom of his lower lip where he used to have a piercing. It had barely closed, but there was no way a stud or ring would fit unless it was repierced. I remember Tyler complaining about how bad it looked one day and the next it had disappeared, never to be seen again. “Am I good to–?” Josh asked, his eyes falling to my lips. I nodded before closing my eyes and  letting him press his lips against mine. They were soft and warm like butter, pulling out every inch of myself. My stomach felt full of butterflies, both nervous and excited energy flowed through my veins, making me feel like I was flying. It took me a second to register what was happening before I started to kiss back, moving my lips against his like I’d seen in every rom-com I’d ever watched. I realized that I had no idea what to do with my hands and as Josh’s shirt brushed against me I decided to tangle my fingers through the fabric. It was soft and warm, like him. I pulled back, my eyes still closed and a breath of air escaped my lips. 

“Good?”

“Better than good.” 

Josh smiled his classic golden boy smile, flashing his perfect teeth. Interrupting the silence, my phone starts ringing. 

“Tyler Joseph,” Siri's voice called out. Perfect. Great timing. Josh chuckled. 

“You should probably answer that,” he passed me the phone and I pressed the green accept button and put it on speaker phone. There was silence on the line. At least until a loud screeching noise passed through the speakers. 

“Did you kiss him yet?” I rushed to turn the volume down or anything to stop Tyler from continuing what he was about to do. 

“Tyler, you're on speaker phone,” Josh said. 

“Oh crap, sorry Y/N!” Tyler apologized but I could tell he wasn’t sorry, he was enjoying this. “But did you?”

“Tyler!” I yelped, wanting nothing more than for him to shut up. 

“Answer the question!” he cackled. 

“She did,” Josh bragged, before picking up the phone and bringing it to his mouth. “Now that you’ve got what you called for I’m hanging up.” He hovered his finger on the red ‘end call’ button. 

“Wait! Wait!” Tyler pleaded but it was too late, Josh and I were alone again. We sat there looking into each others’ eyes and my mind wondered what we would do next. Where Josh and I were supposed to go from here.

“So… where were we?” 

//

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