#tyler joseph blurb

[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series - two-parter

40s  -  The Winter Soldier  -  Avenger  -  TFATWS

dbf!bucky  -  brother’s bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

moodboard  -  deactivated:(

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson  -  all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove  -  jason carver  -  mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov  -  jim hopper

robin buckley  -  nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward  -  Topper Thorton

John B.  -  Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -  Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson  -  Druig

Eddie Brock  -  Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara  -  Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black  -  Remus Lupin 

James Potter  -  Poly!Marauders

Lily potter  -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley  -  Fred Weasley

Severus Snape  -  Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam  -  aonung  -  lo’ak

rotxo  -  kiri  -  spider

jake sully  -  neytiri  -  tsu’tey

tonowari  -  ronal  -  colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster  -  Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe  -  Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams  -  Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton  -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller  -  Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson  -  Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake  -  Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria)  -  Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez  -  Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy  -  Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent  -  Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk  -  Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick  -  Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan  -  Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower  -  Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey  -  Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy  -  Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -  Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley  -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen  -  Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler  -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott  -  Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay)  -  Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit)  -  James Maguire (Derry Girls)

Jake Peralta  -  Nick Miller  -  Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker  -  Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada  -  Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish  -  AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

[honeybear-yammy]

Blurb/Drabble Request Idea

CLOSED

So, I do have a pretty bad case of writers block at the moment but, I came up with an idea that has helped me in the past to get my creative juices flowing lmao. I mean I have also been a little unmotivated but, I think this will also help with that too. Pretty much I will put some smut and fluff prompts below and you guys can send in one for me to write. Now, they won't be long fics like imagines but either headcannons, blurbs, or drabbles, whichever of the three I decide to do for each fic.

Event Start: February 8th 2023

Event End: February 13th 2023

Navigation | Masterlist

Information About The Event Below The Cut!

Rules

send a prompt + character from the list below.

please keep it to only one ask per section please.

18+ for the smut prompts or at leas 16+.

please don't mix prompts together, only one prompt per ask this time!

only request for characters mentioned since not all characters from each of the fandoms i write for will be there.

please don't get mad at me if i don't answer your ask when you want me to, i can only do one at a time.

only send prompts that are mentioned below please.

also please give me a little bit of context for what you want the blurb to be about unless you just want me to write anything for the prompt.

anyone can participate in the event.

Characters

JJ Maybank - Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron - Outer Banks

John B Routledge - Outer Banks

Topper Thornton - Outer Banks

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove - Stranger Things

Damon Salvatore - TVDU

Stefan Salvatore - TVDU

Klaus Mikaelson - TVDU

Maddy Perez - Euphoria

Nate Jacobs - Euphoria

Cassie Howard - Euphoria

Xavier Thorpe - Wednesday

Tyler Galpin - Wednesday

Rudy Pankow - Celebrity

Drew Starkey - Celebrity

Chase Stokes - Celebrity

Austin North - Celebrity

Joseph Quinn - Celebrity

Smut Prompts

Prompts by @streets-crimes

{ Putting } a hand over their mouth to be quiet.

{ Calling } them late at night to come over.

{ Licking } their neck to make then gasp.

{ Crying } because of how good it feels.

{ Holding } their shoulders for stability.

{ Kissing } the marks you left on them.

{ Interlacing } your fingers during it.

{ Waking } them up with oral.

Prompts by @leneemusing

[ SIT ] for one character to finger the other who sits in their lap fully clothed, keeping an arm around their waist to make them stay still.

[ RISK ] for one character to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat.

[ WATCH ] for characters to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise.

[ DELAY ] one character is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbuttoning/unzipping their clothes.

[ MESS ] our characters are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex, but sender starts to finger receiver.

[ TENSION ] one character is patching up the other's injuries which leads to intense eye contact, lingering touches and then finally crashing their lips against each other's.

[ DEBATE ] our characters are arguing because receiver is worried and overprotective of sender, but when they get up in each other's faces they end up kissing and groping at each other.

[ SENSUAL ] for sender to slowly undress receiver, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.

Fluff Prompts

Prompts by @streets-crimes

{ Wrapping } character wrapping them in a warm blanket straight out of the dryer.

{ Kissing } character kissing them and watching them blush.

{ Making } character making their favorite meal just because.

{ Taking } your character stargazing.

{ Tucking } your character into bed when they find you on the couch sleeping.

{ Dancing } in the kitchen with your character at night.

{ Baking } your character a birthday cake to surprise them with.

Tagging People Below

@pankhoeforlife @strokesofstokes @adventuresinobx @drewbooooo @ceceswriting @blueicequeen19 @gillybear17 @lovedetlost

[oldiesstationlover11607]

OMG i just had an idea-

what about tyler x reader where reader is interviewing the boys in honor of their new album !!! the tensionnn, like just imagine EVERYONE notices that theyre totally heart eyes for each other but them and maybe josh pokes some fun at them AH

also!! im the same gal who rec'ed the idea for Cover; you did so good on it!! super excited to read more of your stuff!! :)))

Radio Interview - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: None - super fluffy

Word Count: 791 - thought this would be perfect for a short blurb type piece so whipped this up in he back of my class lol

A/N: Thanks for enjoying cover! If you're going to be a regular requester I'd love to assign an emoji so I can tell my anons apart. Next time you request just let me know which emoji you'd like to use :)

“Welcome to 47.6 Alt Music Daily! Today, we have Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun from twenty one pilots in the studio to talk about their newest album Vessel! Thanks for coming in, guys,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I glanced down to double-check their mics were on. The studio had been buzzing with energy all day, and I'd spent the morning getting ready, listening to their new album on repeat. The excitement of meeting them was something I was barely able to contain.

“Thanks for having us,” Tyler responded, his voice smooth and perfectly on the mic. Most guests struggled with positioning, but not him—his eyes flicked over to mine, and there was something there. A curiosity I couldn't quite place. His sleeves rode up slightly, revealing fresh tattoos snaking up his arms. I'd been thinking of getting my own for months, and the sight stirred a new wave of nerves I hadn’t expected. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. 

I shifted my attention back to my notes. “So, for anyone who doesn’t already know, twenty one pilots is a local Columbus duo who cover a range of genres, including rap, pop, rock, and alternative music.” Tyler nodded as I spoke, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race.

“Sounds about right,” Josh chimed in, breaking the tension with a laugh.

“Okay, so how long have you guys been making music?” I asked, flipping to the next question, though the sudden warmth in my cheeks made it hard to focus.

Tyler looked like he was trying to hold back a smile. “I started when I was 16. Played piano, wrote my first song, and then released a solo album unofficially.”

“Well, I’ve been playing drums since I was about 12,” Josh added. “I’d hang around music stores until closing, playing their kits until I got kicked out.”

“Don’t ask him how many times he’s been kicked out,” Tyler interjected, shooting Josh a teasing look. “He can list every store and the exact date.”

Josh gasped dramatically. “And I’m proud of it!” His grin was infectious, but my eyes were drawn back to Tyler, who was shaking his head with amusement.

I laughed softly, glancing at my notes again. “Okay, so... where does the name ‘twenty one pilots’ come from?” I asked, trying to keep things professional, though my mind kept wandering back to the way Tyler was watching me.

Tyler’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that’s one of my favorite stories. It’s from a play called All My Sons by Arthur Miller.”

“Oh my god, I remember studying that in high school!” I blurted, my excitement bubbling over. Tyler straightened up in his seat, his gaze locking with mine as I continued, “It’s about a father who ran a company that made parts for World War II planes, and he had to decide whether to send out faulty parts.”

“Right! He chooses to send them out, and twenty one pilots die because of it. His son, who was also a pilot, dies in the war, and though it's never confirmed, his daughter blames the father for her brother's death. The guilt leads him to take his own life,” Tyler finished, his voice soft but intense.

It was like no one else was in the room—just the two of us, connecting over this shared memory.

“So, how does it relate to the music?” I asked, resting my chin on my hand, hanging on his every word.

Tyler leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked on mine. “It’s about those moral crossroads we all face. Choosing between what's easy now but could be disastrous later, or making the tough call that’ll pay off in the long run. It’s something we ask ourselves all the time—what’s our purpose? Why are we making music? Right now, it’s simple: we just want to make people think.”

Josh, who had been silently observing, leaned into his mic with a mischievous smirk. “Or, you know, maybe it’s also to impress someone,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Tyler’s face flushed red as he shot Josh a glare. “That’s not—”

My cheeks burned as Tyler quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh... so, about that next question?” he stammered, trying to steer the conversation back on track.

I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension breaking just enough for me to finally breathe. “Yeah, we’ll move on... for now,” I added, glancing playfully at Josh.

The rest of the interview flowed smoothly, but that undercurrent of something unspoken remained, hanging between Tyler and me. And as the session wrapped up, I found myself wondering if maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t the only one feeling it.

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Requests open!

[magicthatmustbelove]

The First Moment Of Forever

A pre "Encino" short in which Michael and Althea first meet.

Note: It's been a while since I wrote a little blurb. I'm hoping this was successful in getting my creative juices flowing for a future "Encino" update. Also, we can't forget to wish our one and only King a happy heavenly birthday! 🎂

Link to original story: https://www.wattpad.com/story/291710565-encino-m-j

Althea's jaw could have dropped to the ground when the bus jerked to a stop. A halo of light caressed the tall, majestic building, causing the silver bricks to glitter like diamonds in the California sunlight. 

She'd only ever seen pictures of the Jacksounds Records building in magazines. Never once had Althea dreamed she'd one day be standing in front of it, the idea she'd soon be setting foot in it was even wilder. 

Her stomach churned with anxiety as she shuffled the bus, fellow passengers pushing past her as she stopped on the sidewalk to take in a deep breath. 

Althea finally knew how Dorothy felt when she arrived in Emerald City to see the Wizard. 

The Jacksounds internship was the most highly competitive and coveted internship Loyola Marymount had to offer its music students and Althea was over the moon when she discovered she'd been chosen as one of the five applicants to get the best musical education anyone could ask for.

Jacksounds had integrated black soul music into the mainstream in the ‘60s and '70s and crafted some of the greatest hits and biggest stars the country had seen. Joseph Jackson was the ebony Burt Bacharach, King Midas of R&B and Soul. Every melody he put his pen to turned to gold. He'd built his Empire with his bare hands and was now one of the first black millionaire CEOs. 

Anyone would be stupid not to jump at the opportunity.

Things had been tough on Althea when she returned to classes after taking a leave of absence to care for her grandmother who'd sadly succumbed to her diabetic coma but for the first time in a while, she felt on top of things.

Things were finally looking up and she was bursting with optimism that even Mary Tyler Moore and her tam-o'-shanter hat couldn’t compete with. 

The sales tag of the teal and maroon floral printed wrap dress she’d brought from the boutique she worked at scratched her back as she pushed through the building’s revolving glass doors. Althea knew she’d need to look as professional as possible for the internship but didn’t have the budget to keep any new clothes. 

She’d stood the entire bus ride, hoping not to have spills throughout the day. The twenty-dollar dress would have to be returned as if she’d never worn it. 

The lobby looked luxurious with marble floors, gold paneling, and cream furniture. Her eyes landed on the marquee boasting  Jacksounds suite and suddenly the imposter syndrome hit Althea. She was very much in the building that birthed the hits she’d danced in her living room to as a kid and a nagging voice in her head told her she didn’t belong. 

Althea closed her eyes, taking another deep breath as she pressed the elevator button. 

“Time to me make Granny proud,” she whispered to herself.

She resisted the urge to pick apart her appearance in the mirrored walls of the lift and instead, focused on tapping her foot to the jazzy rendition of “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” playing over the intercom. When the doors finally opened, Althea was nearly blinded by a gold record of a Miracles hit hanging proudly on the walls, a dozen more trailing behind, each from an iconic black artist. 

The carpet was as red as the one at the Oscars, and she was almost afraid to imprint it with her pumps. A large, shiny mahogany desk was not far away, a hive of identical ones stretched the length of reception, each with a busy secretary perched behind it. 

“Excuse me,” she spoke timidly as she approached the desk. 

The gray wisp escaping the secretary’s bun and the antique pen necklace draped around her neck made Althea conclude she’d been working for Jacksounds for a long time. The chunky chocolate brown phone stayed glued to her ear with the support of her shoulder blade while her hands were occupied with a sharp nail file. 

She hadn’t even bothered to acknowledge Althea’s presence. 

“Excuse me,” She repeated, gently pressing her hands on the desk. “I’m an intern candidate. Could you show me where I’m supposed to report?”

The secretary stretched her hand out in front of her, inspecting the new oval shape of her nails as if  Althea had not uttered a word. 

“I tried to tell her,” The woman spoke loudly into the receiver. “If he lied about his height, he’ll lie about anything else,”

The young woman sighed, trying not to grow frustrated. She nervously glanced around the room, hoping that anyone would recognize her distress but she only seemed invisible. 

“Sure, the idea sounds a little far fetched but I know I can convince them to take us on,” 

Michael rolled his eyes before fixing his gaze out the conference room window as his older brother Jermaine arrogantly droned on about the company’s latest potential business deal. He often found these weekly business meetings with their father pointless and insufferable. Jermaine always monopolized the conversation, and any input Michael had to offer was ignored or stolen by the older brother. 

Joseph looked up from the document in front of him, his gaze falling to his distracted youngest son. Because he wanted his sons to stay abreast of the happenings in the family business, the CEO made an effort to include Michael.   

The youngest Jackson was far more creative than he was business-minded and Joseph admittedly preferred Jermaine’s gift of strategic business modeling than Michael’s talent and ear for music production. He'd trained the older son well and Joseph knew when his time on earth was up, the Jacksounds legacy would live on with Jermaine in charge.  

“Michael, do you have anything to add?”  He asked. 

The aforementioned son tore his gaze away from the view of the busy Encino street, his shapely brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Since when do we care what I think?” Michael questions sardonically while folding his arms. “Erms never lets anybody get in a word edgewise. Besides, that was my idea all along and he takes it and runs with it,” 

The elder Jackson brother leaned back in the plush leather chair with a facetious grin

“You pitched it but I perfected it,” Jermaine bragged. 

Michael rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up, Erms. You're not so original,” He scoffed and turned to Joseph. “Do I have to be here, anymore? This is a waste of my time,” 

Jermaine chuckled.

“It's not like you've got much to do,”  

The younger brother pushed himself from the glossy mahogany table, jaw clenched in anger.

“You're about to give me somethin’ to do alright,” Michael warned.

Joseph sighed heavily, too tired to endure his sons’ constant rivalry. 

“That’s enough. Let's adjourn. Jermaine, give me an update on this by Wednesday,” 

The older brother clicked his gold embossed pen close. 

“Sure thing, Joseph,” 

Deeply agitated, Michael stormed out of the conference room. Sometimes, he didn’t even know why he even bothered showing up at Jacksounds every day. He could easily live off his trust fund and spend his days trotting around the globe with a beautiful woman on each arm but Michael wanted something more fulfilling. 

Since a young child, he'd had a deep passion for music. While he'd never fully mastered an instrument, Michael was a savant at weaving sounds together. When he wasn’t perched behind the soundboard, he'd been sitting in on Joseph's meeting since he was fifteen and had trained himself to identify the qualities that created a bonafide star. 

Michael was just as capable and charismatic as Jermaine but Joseph had already decided which son would someday reign as CEO. 

“Hey, little brother,” Jermaine spoke, rushing to his brother's side to gloat. “Don't be so sore,” 

Michael rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets. 

“Stay away from me, Jermaine,” He warned.

Jermaine chuckled. 

“Don't be silly, Mike. That kind of stuff is for executives. I mean, you have no idea how much pressure I'm under. Joseph's gettin up there in age and I've been taking the load off his back carrying this company by myself,”

The younger Jackson rolled his eyes as they entered the lobby. Michael stopped at the water cooler chuckling to himself. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe just how inflated Jermaine’s ego was. 

“You really believe your own shit, don't cha?” 

He snatched up a paper cup, his eyes wandering briefly around the office. They stopped briefly at his secretary’s desk before Michael’s gaze caught sight of something far more interesting. 

There at the front desk stood the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. 

Her skin was the color of silky, sweet caramel, her frame small but shapely, boasting delicate, deep curves, and a tiny waist held up by spectacular legs. The young woman's face held an agitated pout but was exquisitely sculpted with gorgeous cheekbones and darling brown eyes. Her hair had been piled into big soft curls, the fluorescent lights seemed to cast an angelic glow over her head. 

A rush of awe and allure quickened Michael’s pulse like a zap of lightning.  He'd seen plenty of beautiful women in Encino but no woman had ever stunned him the way this one had. 

She was a literal knockout in looks but there was also something so magnetic about her presence in the room. Suddenly, Michael wanted to know any and everything about her. 

In a bit of a daze, he shoved the paper cup in Jermaine's hand before slowly making his way across the room. 

Althea anxiously tapped her foot, an impatient sigh escaping her. From the corner of her eye, she could see a figure approaching.  She first noticed the dazzling white smile when she turned her attention. Althea had to take in a breath, suddenly feeling overwhelmed at the sight of the handsome young man coming toward her. 

His walk was smooth as butter, natural and relaxed yet oozing masculine energy. His spanku eyes were large and enchanting- the kind you can hardly look away from- and Althea truly couldn’t decide whether she adored his eyes or his smile more. The beauty of his face could only be described as being caringly whittled by the gods. 

Althea never believed in love at first sight but the chorus of bells and banjos was deafening.

The ball of anxiety sitting on her chest had been relieved thanks to the smile. That smile made her feel safe like nothing could ever go wrong. 

“You look a little lost. Can I help you find your way?” 

Althea turned her eyes away from the lean muscles peeking beneath his collared Lacoste shirt and chuckled nervously. 

“I'm an intern,” She grinned, batting her eyelashes. “I don't know where I'm supposed to report and she's a little tied up at the moment,” 

She jerked her head in the direction of the distracted receptionist. Michael shook his head in disappointment. 

“She's deaf in one ear and she's always got the good one glued to the phone,” He tutted. 

His slender frame leaned over the desk, his perfectly coiffed jheri curl glistening under the office lights. Michael’s slender finger firmly tapped the rude woman, cutting her gregarious laughter short. She set down the phone with a small huff. 

“Gladys,” He smiled passive-aggressively. “Could you help this young lady by telling her where to report?” 

“Name, honey?” 

Althea flashed the young man a gracious smile. 

“Thomas. Althea Thomas,” 

Gladys swiveled her chair in the direction of a stack of manilla folders and quickly thumbed through them before she found the matching name. 

 “Production conference room in the West hall,” the secretary answered dryly, extending the folder to the young woman. 

Michael straightened himself from his leaning position against the desk. 

“Thank you, Gladys,” he turned to Althea. “C'mon, I'll take you there,” 

She let out a heavy sigh of relief. It felt so nice to be acknowledged. 

“Thank you so much,” she giggled. “I feel much better now. I didn't catch your name,” 

“Michael,” he flashed that breathtaking smile again. “Michael Jackson,” 

He extended his large, svelte hand and Althea felt her heart race when they touched. It was a warm, zippy feeling- like static shock without the pain. 

“You wouldn't happen to be related to Joseph Jackson, would you?” She questioned while following his lead. 

“Sometimes I wish I wasn't but there are perks to bein’ his kid,”  Michael shrugged. 

Althea felt a sense of disappointment. Sure, Michael was gorgeous and nice but she couldn't risk getting involved with the CEO's son. She didn’t need a silly crush getting in the way of her education and surely there was some rule against it. It was better to keep her head down and forget the idea altogether. 

“Piano,” He grinned over his shoulder. 

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“I beg your pardon?” 

“Piano. That's what you play right?” 

Althea giggled bashfully as she extended her fingers to inspect her cherry red nail polish. 

“How'd you know?” 

“It's your hands,” Michael grinned, proud of himself.  “Piano players always have the prettiest hands,” 

She hugged the folder to her chest, a blush creeping across her cheeks. 

“I'm classically trained but I don’t think I'll have much of a career as a concert pianist. Besides, I like funk music too much,”  

Althea giggled and he couldn’t help but instantly love the sound of her laugh. Michael quirked a brow. 

“Who’s your favorite?” 

Her doll eyes lit up, a bashful grin stretching across her lips. 

“I’m just crazy about Rick James,” 

He chuckled. 

They’d only met a few minutes ago but Michael was willing to buy her every Rick James album ever printed if he knew it would make her happy. They’d stopped in front of the production room and he felt disappointed knowing their conversation had to end. 

“Well, here it is,” Michael announced. 

Althea smiled adoringly at the handsome young man who’d come to her rescue. 

“Thank you, Michael,” 

He folded his arms behind his back and grinned, bowing slightly. 

“It was my pleasure, Althea. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask me,” 

“I won’t,” 

They’d both wanted the moment to last forever but both Michael and Althea knew this wasn’t the last they’d see of each other. 

[when-worlds-end]

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

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

MASTERLIST | INTRODUCTION | CHAPTER ONE

AUTHOR NOTES

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

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

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

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

[threeravenspublishing]

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False Friend (Tyler Joseph imagine)

Pairing: Tyler Joseph X Daughter!Reader

Words: 1.8k

Requested: jup @shady80smusicsingercolor asked (short) 'the reader was friends with this girl, but after school she overheard her say to friends that she was only using her to meet her dad and why is she his daughter,to this the reader cried her way to her, Jenna was there only, she ask what's wrong,but her daughter just denied and ran up to her. Tyler went to up to her room ,opens it to find his daughter crying,he hugs her until she calms,then asks what's wrong, he reassures everything is gunna be okay,and comforts her'

Summary: see request

A/N: this took a long time, I am sorry.

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You knew starting a new school was tough, middle school even more so but starting it when your dad is a world known musician, yeah you weren't prepared. Not even already knowing some of your peers had helped, sure it was nice to know some but it wasn't much. Cassie however you thought was different. You had been friends with her for almost a year now and you'd consider her your best friend at the moment. She lived on the other side of town, which meant that you mostly saw her at school. Just like today, it was Friday and when your school bell finally rang you rushed out of the class with the rest of your class. Cassie was a bit faster and had left before you, walking down the hall next to Jess, another girl from your new class. You made your way down the front stairs, almost tripping on your open shoe laces. After you tied them again, you saw them heading out of the gate, too late to catch up now. Surprisingly however they both took the left turn, the same one you had to take to get home. Your dad usually picked you up from school, a few streets away however. It was to not attract any attention, per your request. You loved your dad with all your heart but sometimes him being so well known wasn't a good thing.

You followed the two girls down the street, a couple of steps behind them, just enough for you to still hear some of their conversation. Just before you had to turn down another street you heard something that made you perk up, your name...and then your dad's. "I just don't get it, why her? I mean Y/N, really? As if she deserved a dad like Tyler Joseph, the Tyler Joseph.", Cassie scoffed and slowed down. She turned to Jess, "Like she is so ugh I don't know, boring and annoying. She doesn't deserve to be a Joseph right?" Jess quickly agreed with her, "I mean she doesn't even look like them, who does she think she is". That comment really hurt, you had looked a lot like you mum when you were younger but now growing up a bit some similarities were fading. "But yeah she finally invited me over next week, I'll finally meet Tyler Joseph, like the Tyler Joseph", you heard Cassie swoon all of a sudden. You pressed your hands against your mouth, masking the sounds of shock and anger. You couldn't believe what you were here. "So no word to her, just a week more and we'll be done with her anyway", her words cut deep and you were glad to turn down the next street. You could still hear them snicker, bringing tears to your eyes. Never had you expected something this horrible from them.

Just as you spotted your parent's car the tears began rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably. Through the curtain of tears you barely realised that it wasn't your dad sitting in the car like usual but your mum. He must be in the studio once again. You opened the car door and without greeting her or saying a word you entered the car, hiding your head in your arms. Jenna turned towards the back seat, asking you what was going on. You couldn't choke out an answer even if you wanted to and so you stayed in silence only a little sob slipping out. Your mum got the hint and finally started the car, beginning a silent journey home.

"Sweety talk to me. What is going on?", your mum asked after arriving back home. She opened your door after not getting an answer and leaned against the car. "Please Y/N, what is it?", she asked again and tried to wipe away a tear that was left on your cheek. You pulled your head back and unbuckled, still not saying a word to her. You didn't want to talk to anyone and you were sure that your mum wouldn't understand anyway. The only thing you wanted to do was be alone in your room, not bothered by her. You pushed past her and out of the car, rushing into the house and up the stairs, throwing your door shut after you.

Surprisingly no one bothered you for quite a while. Your tears had dried up but the frustration and betrayal sat deep. Not even the loud music through your headphones could stop her words replaying in your head as you stared at the ceiling of your room. How could she do that to you, how could she be such a snake? She pretended to be friends with you for years, false friends and you didn't suspect anything. Maybe it was really the right thing to not invite her over for years. She had visited you a few year back, in the old house and that was only when your dad was on tour. There was just something that kept you from asking her over, maybe it was already a subconscious thought.

The clock already read way past dinner time but you weren't hungry anyway. Your parents probably assumed you'd come down to eat and talk when you were ready, or maybe they called but you didn't hear anything. Just like you didn't hear your door opening and your dad entering. You only noticed him when he sat down at the end of your bed. You sat up and stopped the music. "Mum told me you came home crying", Tyler began and placed a hand on your leg. "What's going on honey?", he asked while squeezing your leg. You kept quiet for a moment, not sure if you should tell me. "Is it school?", he asked again. "Not really", you muttered. "You know you can tell me everything", Tyler waited for you to talk, giving you a moment to think. "It's Cassie, dad", you muttered again, tears immediately welling up as you thought about her words again. "She is such a snake dad, behind my back she is so mean", you finally open up and began telling him the story. "She didn't even care, she thought I wasn't there, I don't even want to know what she says about me on other days", you rambled, somewhat incoherent, being stopped by sobs. You continued telling him everything, spilling your heart out. Tyler shifted over, pulling you into his arms and comforting you. "Oh honey", he whispered into your hair and squeezed you a little tighter after you finished talking. You couldn't stop sobbing, crying into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry Y/N", Tyler said quietly, "it's wrong for her to do, I can't believe she would do something like that." Your dad's expression shifted and you could tell he was thinking your story over. "I love you so much honey and it is unbelievable this girl thinks she can say and do that.", he was getting annoyed. "I don't get it, she's my best friend dad", you sobbed out. "Why didn't you tell your mum?", Tyler asked you, gritting his teeth afterwards, "she could've confronted them with you". You rolled your eyes without him seeing, "I don't want that, why do I want to talk to them", you explained. "But they need to learn that it isn't okay to do something like that", he told you. "And I don't get why you didn't tell your mum", he muttered again.

You knew he was right, you should've talked to your mum, but you couldn't help being a daddy's girl. Your arms were still wrapped around him when your eyes finally dried up and your breathing went back to normal. "It's just not fair dad", you muttered into his shoulder, feeling the wet patch your eyes had made on your lips. "I know honey, but sadly a lot of things aren't fair", he squeezed you a little tighter. Tyler took a deep breath, thinking hard about what to say to his daughter. He shifted her on his lap, facing her and wiping away a last drop of tears off your face. "I know this isn't fair, and I know that isn't right for them to do but it isn't your fault. These girls aren't real friends, they don't deserve to be your friends. You are a wonderful girl, you are my baby girl, the best daughter anyone could imagine and she is mine.", Tyler could feel his throat close for a seconds. " And I want you to be happy, my only life goal is for you and your mum to be happy", he swallowed hard before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But because I know middle school that is easier said than done, but I want to give you some advice if you want", he looked at you, waiting for you to nod. "Please", you nodded. "Maybe you should stop being friends with them, because I know that out there somewhere are people that genuinely want to be your friends, for you not me. I've told you the story too many times but you know meeting your uncle Josh and your mum changed so much and I believe that will happen for you too.", Tyler wasn’t even sure if this was comprehensive for his daughter, he just felt like he had to get this off his chest. Sometimes he was still struggling to raise you, what parent wasn't really, but the way you looked at him, listening intently suggested he wasn't doing a bad job. "There are a lot more people in your grade right, I bet a lot of then are really nice. And I know it's uncomfortable to get out of your comfort zone, but I bet you won't regret getting to know other people.", he finished his little speech and lifted your chin with his fingers. You knew he was right, but thinking about breaking off your friendships and finding new ones was dreading. You didn't like thinking about it, you didn't want to but maybe you had to. " What are we betting on?", you asked your dad, showing a cheeky grin. "I win, you learn the piano, you win I'll buy you that bunny you want", he grinned back, holding out his pinky to you. You took a quick second to think about it, learning piano sounded boring but that bunny, yeah that was a good trade. "Fine, bet I'll get that bunny", you agreed and interlocked your twinkies, shaking on it. "Okay and now it's time for bed, tomorrow's gonna suck a little but you'll get through it", he grinned and ruffled you hair, setting you down and pointing to the bathroom.

[painfromupdownandsideways]

Can’t Sleep//Tyler Joseph Blurb

Word Count: 550

Summary: You’ve been having trouble sleeping recently and Tyler is beginning to worry about you. 

A/N: I write in first-person perspective. Sorry if that bothers anyone!! Also, sorry for the low-quality picture. He just looks so soft and I couldn’t help myself.

I yawned for what seemed like the millionth time since I sat down to listen to some of the ideas Tyler had been coming up with for lyrics and melodies. I shifted my position, trying to keep myself awake and make it through.

"Is it that bad?" Tyler joked, a small laugh following his question.

"No, no," I reassured him. "I just didn't sleep too well last night, sorry." More like for the last two weeks, I thought.

"No, don't be sorry," he gave me a gentle smile. "Was there any particular reason, or was it just an off night?"

"No reason, really." Yeah, there is.

Tyler frowned at me, making me afraid that he wasn't going to buy my excuse. But with a small shrug of his shoulders, he returned his focus to the keyboard in front of him, working out a few chords before he ran through a potential chorus he had come up with.

About an hour later, Tyler had finished showing me what he had wanted to, and I was laying down on the couch, sluggishly browsing through my phone as he continued to work in his little "mini-studio" down the hall.

"Hey, you," Tyler walked up to the back of the couch leaning on it to poke me in the side. "So you're obviously lying about the whole sleepless night thing. How long has this been going on?"

I did my best to fake confusion at him, replying with, "Tyler, it was just one bad night. You really don't need to worry about it."

"But it wasn't," he spoke as he walked around the couch, picking up my feet that I had laying on the couch cushion, putting them on his lap after he sat down. "It's been going on for a while now, hasn't it?"

I didn't respond, trying to think of what I wanted to say.

"Hasn't it?" he pressed further.

"No Tyler-"

"Y/N, you're a terrible liar, I know-"

"Okay fine," I cut him off he fell into silence. "I've been having trouble sleeping. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"How long?" he asked, ignoring my question.

"I don't know," I thought about it for a moment, placing my arms over my face as I lay there. "Two, two-and-a-half weeks?"

"What's the problem?"

"I don't know, I've tried to do so many things that didn't require medication, but none of them work." I sighed. "I can't see to shut my brain off, and I just lay awake for hours, just thinking."

A pained look was on his face as he asked, "About how much are you sleeping?"

"Four or five hours," I muttered. "On a good night."

"Y/N, you've gotta tell me about stuff like this," he looked at me, worry all over his features. "I'm right there on the other side of the bed. I can help."

"I don't want to bother you when you're sleeping."

"But you can't just not sleep, Y/N! It's not healthy, and it's been taking a toll on you!" he continued to watch me intently. "It's not good for your mental or physical health."

"I know. I'm sorry," I said, barely more than a whisper.

"Don't apologize," he smiled softly. "Just let me help, okay?"

I thought about it for a moment before accepting.

"Okay."

[topfics]

Fall Dates with Tyjo and Jishwa

TYLER

Tyler and you would go immediately go get all the blankets you could scrounge up and make a fort.

But this fort wouldnt’ be just a normal fort, no… it would be a fort that included the TV so you could binge watch Netflix or watch movies together. And because Tyler is such a loving person, he would include all of your favorite snacks like: popcorn, skittles, pretzel bites, nachos, a giant soda, crunch bars, and so much more.

The two of you would then watch all the scary movies you could find, and you, being the smart person you are, held the popcorn and spilled everywhere when something jumped out at you. That would lead to Tyler laughing his ass off beCAUSE HE WOULD DO THE FUCKING SAME THING!!!!

After the movie marathon, you guys decided to make fall inspired cookies late at night. You got on Pinterest and found some really cute Halloween shaped sugar cookies. You loved to bake so you thought this would be easy.

WRONG

Baking with Tyler was fun, but it was MESSY AS HELL.

Tyler would turn on the KitchenAid too fast. That made the flour go everywhere. It was almost like it was glitter getting everywhere. But WORSE. He would start laughing even more while you tried to clean it up, then grabbing the frosting you prepared and wiped it on your face.

DID HE REALLY START A FUCKING FOOD FIGHT??? Yes. Yes he did.

So, being the cute and cheesy thing it was, you started fighting back, You threw flour at him and put frosting all over his face. He begins to chase you around the kitchen, trying to give you a hug. Unfortunately, he slips on some flour and falls, causing you to laugh. You try to help him up but he ultimately drags you on the ground with him, wiping his messy face, then placing the flour and frosting combo on your face.

You glare at him and give him a kiss, transferring some of it back onto him.

OKAYYYY SO THAT WAS A DISASTER! Moving on!

Soon after, you wanted to make a fresh apple pie for his family. So he decides to take you to pick your own apples! You both had baskets, and you went through the apple trees and picked out the best ones. Tyler purposely tried to go for the tall ones to see how high he could jump. You took videos of him trying to reach one that you saw and wanted, but he ultimately failed.

Luckily for you, a nice, tall family came to your rescue and grabbed that beautiful red apple for you. Tyler was a bit embarrassed, but you thought it was cute that he wanted to impress not only himself, but you as well.

“I wanted to get you that apple…” Tyler sighed.

“It’s okay, Ty. You tried.” you slightly laugh. “That’s all that matters.”

After the apple picking, the two of you run to the store to get some caramel to make caramel apples. You wanted to “boo” the neighbors with them.

“Boo”ing the neighbors was a tradition in your neighborhood. Someone would start it off by making a flyer that says something like, “You’ve been booed!” and the gist of it was to give that ghost to another neighbor with another treat. It was a fun way to get the Halloween spirit going. Plus, you get free food??? What was wrong with that???

So Tyler helps you melt the caramel and puts the sticks in the apples. You start on the decorations. You decided you wanted to make some Jack Skellington themed ones, as well as the apple from Snow White. Then you made some regular old caramel apples, and placed them on a cookie sheet to dry and harden more. Afterwards, you put them all in a cute little baggie, and printed out the flyer.

You decided to let Tyler ding-dong ditch the neighbor, because you believed him to be a better and faster runner.

But… you were abso-fucking-lutely wrong.

You watched through the window as he placed the apples on the doorstep, ringing the bell and running. But as he was running to hide, he tripped. He was army crawling to get behind the bushes.

You shook your head and chuckled as he got to the bushes unnoticed. He gives you a thumbs up and you shake your head.

After the neighbors grab the apples and head back in, Tyler comes back home. The first thing he says to you is:

“Nailed it.”

“No, Ty. You didn’t. What did you even trip on?”

He begins to blush and looks away.

“I would say I tripped on a rock…. But…”

“But what…?”

“That’s a lie. I tripped on my own foot.”

Okay so after that disaster, you and Tyler would go to a Halloween party.

He didn’t really want to dress up, so you came up with the brilliant idea of him dressing as Josh, and you would dress as him.

So, you grabbed his signature black paint and put it all over your neck and hands, borrowing his red beanie and outfit from the stressed out video. Tyler called Josh and borrowed his red eye makeup and got a spraycan to “dye” his hair. You took pictures together and posted on social media.

THE CLIQUE FUCKING LOVED IT LEMME TELL YA.

Comments were flooding in, and you couldn’t be more proud of this idea. You even sent a video to Josh of Tyler saying, “Hi, my name is Josh dun and… I love Tyler.”

Josh responded with, “This is accurate.”

You got to the party with Tyler, and everyone commented on how genius it was. You simply told them that Tyler was too lazy to dress up as anything else so this was the best thing you could come up with. And it worked.

Whilst there, they had pumpkins you could carve and decorate. So, Tyler decides to go a non-traditional route, and made the “|-/” symbol for the fans. You decided to carve Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas seeing as it was your favorite movie.

You took them home and placed them in front of your door.

After the party, you made hot apple cider and cozied up to Tyler, deciding to finally watch The Nightmare Before Christmas. The night ended with the two of you cuddled on the couch, entangled with blankets.

JOSH

As soon as the leaves started changing color and falling, you know this fucker is going to want to play in the leaves.

You would help him rake the leaves and pile them up, putting them in garbage bags. Josh dumped the bags of leaves on the trampoline, moving it over to where he could jump off the balcony.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask.

“Of course babe! It’ll be so fun! Just you wait and see.”

He flashes you that damn smile of his and you succumb to his dangerous ways.

He gets onto the balcony and looks to you, giving you a big thumbs up.

“Are you snapping this?” he asks.

“Just tell me when, Josh.”

“NOW!”

You start recording, and he does a backflip into the pile of leaves on the trampoline.

“WOOHOO!”

He begins to jump around and roll in the leaves, then sprawls out.

“Come on! You need to get down here!”

You smile and nod, getting on the balcony. You look down and instantly regret it.

He holds his arms out to you and nods, encouraging you to jump.

You jump and scream, and land into a familiar pair of arms. You look up and smile, your heart beating a million miles a minute. He grins, knowing you are just as much of an adrenaline junkie as he is.

“THAT WAS SO FUN!” you yell.

The two of you begin bouncing around the trampoline, having butt wars to just cuddling in the pile of leaves. Josh eventually makes the decision that he wants to sleep out here. He goes into the house and grabs plenty of blankets, and a small tent that he sets up later.

He grabs some flashlights and some snacks, putting them in after the tent is on the trampoline. He swaddles the two of you in blankets, holding you close to his larger and more muscular frame. You take in his scent and kiss him, the two of you falling asleep afterwards.

Alright motherfuckers time for some pumpkin carving.

Josh takes you to a pumpkin patch, wanting to pick out his own pumpkin to carve.

“I’m going to choose the biggest one here.” he states happily.

You chuckle and nod, deciding to choose a smaller pumpkin yourself. After Josh finds one that he is content with on size, you bring it home and wait until evening to carve it.

In the meantime, you two go on a scenic hike, the nice, cool breeze making it the perfect weather to go hiking. You sit at the top of the hike on a bench overlooking the city. The sun is setting and the two of you sit in silence, not needing words to enjoy each other’s companies.

After it begins to get darker and cooler, you head back home and begin carving your pumpkins. You decide to take it a more traditional route and make a simple jak-o-lantern, while Josh makes a pumpkin dedicated to some of his favorite bands and artists.

You set it outside on the porch and decide to go to a haunted house with some friends.

You immediately get scared as you’re walking to the entrance, Josh laughing hysterically in front of you.

“Babe it isn’t that scary!”

You glare and hit his arm, then held onto it for dear life.

“Maybe not to you!” you whine.

“I promise I will protect you. I will lead you through this rough time.”

You glare once more and reluctantly nod, clinging onto him for dear life.

As the two of you enter, you instantly close your eyes.You may have blocked one sense out, but you couldn’t block out the noise. That’s what got you the most. Even with Josh, you screamed until your throat hurt from screaming too much. Josh tried to cover you as best he could, but the workers knew that you were afraid. They used it to their advantage to get some good scares out of you.

Eventually, you made your way out of the haunted house, kneeling over, trying to catch your breath.

“I hate you for making me go through that.”

“(Y/N), I told you, the more you scream the more they’re going to go after you.”

“I can’t help it! You know I scare easily.” you take in a deep breath and grab his hand, leading him to the car.

As soon as you got home, you changed into pajamas and Josh made you your favorite hot cocoa. He adds whipped cream on top with a wafer cookie stick, and puts caramel and chocolate syrup. He hands you the warm mug as he turns Netflix on, putting Stranger Things on screen.

He rubs your arm to comfort you as you drink the warm liquid. It fills your stomach and you instantly feel relieved.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.

You simply nod your head and put the mug down, placing your head on his shoulder. You eventually fall asleep. He turns the TV off and carries you to your shared room, placing you under the covers and cuddling up to you.

The next day you head to your favorite amusement park. It was in the spooky season so you expected that there would be people trying to scare you, but at least there were more people so it was less likely that they would come to you.

You took Josh’s hand and dragged him to all of your favorite rides first, the both of you laughing and screaming as the rides twisted and turned, looped and looped.

Josh goes to a concession stand and buys a funnel cake, topped with strawberries and whipped cream, with a chocolate sauce drizzle. You lick your lips and dig in, sighing happily as you taste all the different flavors of the funnel cake.

Josh takes a picture of you and posts it on his snap story, captioning it: “My person.”

You look at him suspiciously, grabbing his phone to make sure it was a good photo.

He smiles and takes it back before you can see.

“It looks good, I promise.” he takes your hand and takes one more photo, posting it to his Instagram.

“I love them more than I love my drums. And that says a lot.”

You check your phone when it lights up with a notification saying that you were tagged in a photo.

You look and smile, swallowing your bite of funnel cake.

“I love you too, Josh Dun. Now help me finish this funnel cake!”

[ohprettyweeper-fics]

“We are in public!” “We’re just holding hands??” with ty :)

thanks for requesting :)

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You glared at him. “People are going to see us holding hands and know that we’re together!”

Tyler smirked and kissed your cheek. “And that right there’ll confirm it. Is it really such a bad thing, Y/N? Do you not wanna be seen in public with me?”

With that, he traipsed to the opposite side of the aisle and shoved his hands in his pockets. Your hand was suddenly cold, and you felt a little sad. With a shy smile, you looped your arm through his.

“Just don’t want you to get comments about dating a nobody,” you sighed.

“You’re someone to me,” Tyler replied, kissing your temple, “that’s all I care about.”

[folinasahlo]

In Trench I’m not Alone

This is more of a Rant writing that I did for a written skills class. It’s really short and under the cut, there’s some context if you want to read.

Words: 298

Warnings: None

It was ending, and everyone knew, you could see faces, crying, hands raised in the dark. Your feet started to hurt, but it did not matter. The beat of the drums and the rhythm of the piano were invading every inch of your body, small in comparison of the multitude of people that were facing them.

Them, the people who appeared in your life a year ago, but they were in silence, hidden. They were hidden during months until they returned. Handing us new music, new moments, new memories.

Oh, when you knew they were coming, the adrenaline levels broke through the ceilings. It was a birthday present. You could go see them. Go to the city, go to see them, go to see your best friend.

The months passed. And the day arrived. And now it was ending. You could feel it in your throat. The tears piling in your eyes.

“In Trench I’m not alone”

You broke. It was true, you were not alone, not there. They were with you, the friends you made in the cue were with you, the friends you made along the way were with you. The strangers that surrounded you and sang along were there.

No, you weren’t alone, and that, in a strange way, it warmed your heart. But it was the end and you knew it. your hands were trembling. It couldn’t end. Not now, not when you experimented for the first time in the 18 years of your life euphoria.

But, yes, as everything in this world, ended. You followed your friends outside and bought a bottle of water, the music still ringing in your ears and still sniffling, the tears drying in your cheeks.

You won’t be alone, even if you feel like it. In Trench, you will never be alone.

AN: Well, on February of 2018 I fell in love with the music of Twenty One Pilots, in a moment that was one of the worst of the decade. They gave me hope, but they were in the middle of a year-long hiatus that at the moment we didn’t know how much it would last. Then, some cryptid stuff appeared and Jumpsuit and Nico and the Niners were released, starting the Trench era.

On the 16th of March of 2019, Twenty One Pilots had a concert in Madrid, The city where my best friend lives and we have a long-distance relationship. We met for the first time and we had good times around the city. In the queue, I met two cool people that were from a City near mine and we entered together to the pit. I had an awesome experience, and when Leave the City started playing, I cried. I felt really comforted around people like me, and I was sad that it was ending.

Hope you really liked this little blurb, it was more of a venting text, since it was still fresh in my mind and it’s one of the moments that I still have more vividly.

See you soon!

[mochiwritesstuff]

SFW MASTERLIST

MCYT/Dream SMP

Dream - Blurbs: 1 2

I Wish I Were Heather

George

Sapnap

Shaved It Off

Medicine

Touch

Karl - Blurbs: 1

Medicine

Laugh

Quackity - Blurbs: 1

Jealous Ducky

Niki

Tubbo - Blurbs: 1

Tommy

Big Man

Ranboo - Blurbs: 1

c!Technoblade

Fundy

Punz - Blurbs: 1

Eret

Philza(Only as a father figure)

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ATEEZ

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

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Stray Kids

Chan

Lee Know/Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N/Jeongin

Trap House

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Jake Webber

Corey Sherer

Katrina Stuart

Devyn Lundy

Xepher Wolf

Tarayummy

Brennen Taylor

Like A Sister

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Bestbois

Elijah Best(Sketch)

Ethan Best(Bandi)

Amie Klammer

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Twenty One Pilots

Tyler Joseph

Josh Dun

Nerves

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Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Jack Kline

Charlie Bradbury

Lucifer

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Corpse Husband

End It

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Marvel

Tony Stark(I’m uncomfortable with writing “dating” situations but will gladly do father, brother, uncle etc.)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

[gabelandescrocs]

request a blurb!

its been a while since ive written anything but i kinda wanna get back into it. no promises of proofreading tho 😂

choose a number from a prompt list and choose a player ♡

fluffy prompt list

smutty prompt list

player list below!

tyson jost

cale makar

ryan graves

erik johnson

mathieu joseph

sebastian aho

andrei svechnikov

brock mcginn

mat barzal

mitch marner

tyler seguin

sidney crosby

brandon tanev

jonathan toews

mikko rantanen

anthony beauvillier

[barzzal]

about and navigation

hi here’s a mobile about/navi you can look thru in case you’re new to my blog and wanted to gtk me ♡

name: ally

age: 20+

pronouns: she/her

sign: virgo

mbti: entj

teams:

main: islanders, penguins, avalanche

i live blog so you might want to filter the ff just in case bc we tend to clog up the dash during game night: #isles lb, #avs lb, #pens lb

important links:

→ find me at: solaange

→ blog inbox

→ writings and gif sets

→ writing guidelines

this is only a side blog. meaning, i don’t follow and like thru this blog at all. my main is at solaange so if you see that user lurkin’, don’t fret cos that’s me!

tagging system:

my stuff (writings/creations)

→ edits, op, gif sets, interviews

→ imagines, blurbs, headcanons

→ barzzal: fic recommendations

personal posts

→ text posts

→ ask box

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everything hockey related

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→ videos

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a few things to know about me:

— living the barzal and crosby life -ˋˏ religiously  ˊ-

— i write imagines and make gifs! / do not repost and or steal any of my work + gifs (no matter how bad they are) on other platforms ie. twitter, instagram, inc. tumblr

— the realest hockey quote is still the one where joey said “hockey was a big mistake” bc hun, it is. i dove head first and never came back up

— i love mat when he’s speaking french cos he kinda looks like a smol bèbè. however, tito speaking french? don’t ask me about it i have a weakass pussy

— i’m an adult poc so pls pls lmk if you’re a minor before you interact with me. i don’t mind chatting with yalls but i tend to say things that would for sure get me to jail and i don’t think i’ve watched enough prison break for me to escape that shit

— i have a soft spot for captains ang goalies but i’ve never wanted anything else than to be dicked down by a d man. (ryan graves, i’m talking to u)

— forwards are cute too but they do be sloppy sometimes,, mathew i’m looking straight at you don’t you dare look away

— my ass is pretty much owned/legally allowed to be railed by mat barzal, sidney crosby, tyson jost, andre burakovsky, and sebastian aho only.

players and teams you’ll often see on my blog:

in alphabetical order / (*) main hockeys

carolina hurricanes

andrei svechnikov* | xxxvii

sebastian aho* | xx

colorado avalanche

andre burakovsky* | xcv

cale makar | viii

mikko rantanen* | xcvi

nathan mackinnon | xxix

tyson barrie (i know i know. but for the sake of my sanity, let him stay here)

tyson jost* | xvii (simply can’t deal w this rn)

the whole roster actually

dallas stars

braden holtby

dennis gurianov*

jake oettinger

jason dickinson

roope hintz

tyler seguin | xci

montreal canadiens

carey price | xxxi

new jersey devils

nico hischier

ryan graves* | xxvii

pk subban

new york islanders

anders lee

casey cizikas

anthony beauvillier* | xviii

ilya sorokin*

jean gabriel pageau

mathew barzal* | xiii

matt martin

noah dobson

oliver wahlstrom | xxvi

pittsburgh penguins

evgeni malkin

kris letang

pierre-olivier joseph* | lxxiii

tristan jarry

sidney crosby* | lxxxvii

philadelphia flyers

philippe myers | v

travis konecny* | xi

vancouver canucks

elias pettersson* | xl

zack macewen

seattle kraken

jordan eberle

st. louis blues

colton parayko

tampa bay lightning

mathieu joseph* | vii

toronto maple leafs

mitch marner* | xvi

travis dermott | xxiii

what in the fucking fuck is this fuckery

marc andre fleury

disclaimer: for obvious reasons, players that have openly or have been exposed of their bigotry, oppressive and privileged tendencies, esp. those that have faced issues concerning assault/abuse, are off this blog. this is a safe space for all, so if you support men that are racists, bigots, abusers, and/or oppressors of any kind, please do not interact with me nor hit the follow button.

[when-worlds-end]

Tyler Joseph x F!Reader [18+]

You have always been on the outside, always strayed as far from the spotlight as you can get, yet there's one boy… one boy who refuses to let you hide in the shadows… one boy who just so happens to be exactly what you needs.

MASTERLIST | INTRODUCTION | CHAPTER ONE

AUTHOR NOTES

I saw TOP in concert for the first time after years of listening to their music and it sent me down a rabbit hole of obsession... enjoy my contribution to the lack of TOP fanfictions we have (because I have so many ideas and so much time on my hands)!!

Due to me wanting to write a story of their entire career... this will be the first part of a trilogy!! I both apologize and have no regrets.

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

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

[twentyonepilotsficlibrary]

DEMA Masterlist Part II

you can check part I here!! there will be a part III after this one as well :) stay tuned lmao - ana 

Kaleidoscopic by timidphantom (4/? | 15396 | Teen and Up)

A resident of Dema looks up and realizes that the city around her is still asleep. This year, she decides, she needs change of pace - but can she take the pace of change? Unsure of her purpose, her worth, and herself, she must learn to accept the flaws of her world, to lean on others, and to love.

//implied/referenced suicide, depression, mental illness, mild gore, acrophobia

Keeper and Protector by dreamertyler (56/56 | 114657 | Teen and Up)

"My name is Tyler Joseph, Keeper #12011988. I was abused by my Protector for months but I was finally able to escape. My Time Keeper is dangerously low now and I'm afraid I only have weeks, maybe days left to live. If someone out there is reading this... please help me. I don't want to die. I need someone to love me so I can stay alive."

What was a Keeper without his Protector's love and affection to keep him alive? Tyler Joseph.

What was a man who had never been a Protector before but was willing to fight to give one special Keeper another chance at feeling loved and cherished? Josh Dun.

//depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, past abuse, emotional/psychological abuse

what dema is like by beterbarker (1/1 | 379 | General)

Blurbs/One Shots-Dump by Mr-MistyEyed (tallxboys) (12/12 | 6667 | Not Rated)

exactly what the title says hey

jyler/jebby/joshler-the whole nine yards

this is so messy who let my brain let me do this

//panic attacks, homophobia, internalized homophobia, violence

Floras Amarillas by bandiito (24/? | 145471 | Teen and Up)

"For someone who lived in Dema all her life, you're pretty good at running."

"It's probably just about the only thing I'm good at."

Running and lying, she reminded herself. Both of things had gotten her to this point in her life, and she didn't know whether or not it was a good or a bad thing. Well, she supposed to herself, being free of Dema and of the Bishops was a good thing, but having to lie to those she was growing close with, well... That was probably the bad thing.

//paranoia, depression

Bleed Into One by bluejoseph (43/43 | 21975 | Mature)

In which Tyler learns to use his voice. Or, five times Josh rescues Tyler from Dema, and one time he gathers the courage to leave the city on his own.

//anxiety issues, anxiety, panic attacks, implied/referenced sexual assault

Wicked by pbisnotlily (10/? | 60790 | Not Rated)

When Josh sees his best friend Tyler being tormented by a strange force, he seeks help from a group of paranormal researchers named "Defenders of Faith". Meanwhile, a cult member from LA gets a hold of the legendary key that can change their world.

(This is a crossover between the fictional worlds created by Panic! At The Disco, twenty one pilots and Fall Out Boy - not the real life people. Suspension of belief might be needed.)

//major character death 

Drink It Anyway by CatLovePower (1/1 | 13280 | Teen and Up)

In which Tyler works for DEMA, a multinational corporation selling hot beverages, and Josh is a member of a gang called the Banditos, creating a wave of social unrest and rioting throughout the city. In other words, they meet in a coffee shop.

//blood and violence, abuse, suicide attempt 

fall back home by ellathebanditobitch (3/? | 3874 | Teen and Up)

they had a solid plan, leave in the night and return to their family out in trench.

it's when tyler mysteriously decides to take nico's offer of becoming his apprentice is when the plan starts to fall apart.

//torture, mild blood, PTSD

Banditos by tylerjosephh (8/? | 9137 | General)

Five times he had tried. No avail. Five flowers had protected him from the true wrath, the terror of the bishops. It came to a point where he didn't know if this whole pursuit for freedom was worth it. What was he holding out hope for? A yellow haired Bandito?

No, Tyler reminded himself, he was holding out hope for his life. For his freedom. For his family, Jenna and Josh. For those that had escaped before him and those that would escape thanks to him.

there’s an infestation in my mind’s imagination. (you were made holy.) by holdingnotoyou (1/1 | 14510 | Teen and Up)

The sand settles, as does Tyler.

//religious guilt, major character death

A Complete Reversion by glamtrashbandito (custodian) (1/1 | 1724 | Teen and Up)

All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again, but it matters every time.