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oldiesstationlover11607 · 29 days

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Hello. What’s up? It’s me. Anonymous. You’re good old pal (okay I’ll stop). The Josh drum lesson fic was so cute btw! Gosh I wish I had writing talent. Btw, I’m not sure if you want me to pick an emoji to identify as or if you will pick it, but feel free to assign me one if you want.

So………I had another request………but it’s Tyler this time…..kinda.

Could you do a angsty one shot from when Clancy is in Dema and is forced to make propaganda (Scaled and Icy era. Look, I like Tyler with pink hair okay). He meets the reader (how? It’s up to you. Makeup artist, manager of some sort, etc.). They bond, he tells her in secret about life outside the walls and stuff and sort of gets her on the Bandito’s side. After he escapes (as seen in Saturday), she expects him to somehow get in contact with her again and help her escape Dema, but he never does.

You could end it there or maybe flash forward to the events of Paladin Strait and do something with that, it’s up to you. Thanks for always taking my silly ideas to the next level and making me smile with your work.

Number 16 Cotton Candy - 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: 1813 (it’s a big one!)

Summary: Check the request!

Part 2: link

A/N: I’ll give you the 💛 emoji for the yellow banditos! And you’re definitely not alone anon, I freaking love pink hair Tyler (I have a whole pinterest board section dedicated to SAI and Ty’s pink hair) :)

I’d never expected to be working on ‘Good Day Dema’. My family had a long history with the bishops, working for them that is. I remember when the letter came, asking me to be the talent manager for the next season. This ranged from making sure makeup and hair was done to keeping talent company before the show. Except, they didn’t tell me the talent was Clancy, the Clancy. We’d spent a couple days together, me running him through the show, him not saying a single word but listening to all instructions. He’d learnt the choreography, every step and change for the show, but not spoken a single word to anyone but the bishops when asked. I was escorted to a light blue door in the hallway of the soundstage building.

“He’s in there. You’ll be dying his hair number 16 cotton candy and ensuring he’s ready to film,” one of the assistants said.

“Thanks,” I smiled sheepishly before walking inside and closing the door. Clancy sat in the corner of the room, his blank eyes staring me down. I nodded over to the chair. He rose to his feet, quietly wandered over and sat in front of me. I’d heard things about him, how he’d escaped into Trench, and was dragged back here. I’d also listened to the new album ‘Scaled and Icy’, a complete 360 from the themes of his letters–not that we were allowed to be reading them.

“It looks like they’re wanting number 16 Cotton Candy. We’ll have to bleach it,” I said, grabbing the bleach and color from the cabinet, “You good with that?” His eyes darted up to me.

“You’re asking me?” he asked, his brows furrowed. His voice sounded exactly how it did on the record, except tired. I tried to hide my surprise that he’d responded at all. I nodded.

“Of course I am. It’s your hair.” Deep down I knew I shouldn’t have been talking to him like this. I was being paid to ensure he looked exactly how the bishops wanted him to, not asking his opinion.

“Why don’t you just do your job and we can both get this over with?” he spoke with sarcasm dripping from each word. I nodded and got to work with the bleach. The room was quiet except for the radio which was playing SAI on repeat–it was up to Shy Away.

“I’m sorry about what you’ve had to go through,” I mumbled, completely unsure if I was overstepping a boundary.

“That’s the price of attempting to escape,” he shrugged and I nodded knowingly. “Have you ever dyed your hair?” he asked, watching me place the foils on his head.

“Once before. It was a hotter pink, back when we were still allowed to have coloured hair. Do you remember that?”

He nodded. “Yeah I do. My friends were the reason they banned it. They dyed it yellow.” Everyone in Dema knew yellow was a color of rebellion, the color of the banditos (if you even believed in them). Wearing it was almost an instant detainment, or worse.

“Ah, I remember that,” I smiled softly, remembering the story on the news. “So the bleach is going to take about 30 minutes and then we can do the color. I’ll stay here though, there’s not much for me to do.” The song on the radio switched to Never Take It. “It must be weird to hear your own voice on the radio,” I commented, glad that I was a manager rather than a talent.

“Yeah, it kinda is. Especially since it’s full of the bishops’ propaganda rather than my own thoughts.” I had a feeling the changes in theme were related to the bishops. “It’s hard to be creative when they’ve got you locked up and use you for entertainment.” The sigh that escaped his chapped lips revealed a level of exhaustion only he knew.

“Your letters are so different from this,” I spoke, knowing I’d crossed a line and couldn’t go back. He turned around to face me, a confused look on his face.

“You’ve read my letters? How? They’re not allowed in the city.”

“They passed by me when they were first here.” The letters were initially spread from house to house before the bishops found and burned them all.

“And… what did you think?” I couldn’t tell why he was asking this. What his intentions were. But I could tell he was trying to piece something together.

“You have a lot to say about our lives here,” I paused before adding, “and Trench. It didn’t end well for you to end up here though.”

“That’s because I believe everyone deserves to know the truth, whether or not I’m taken back here and used for propaganda is irrelevant. People need to know the truth.” He was ambitious, I’d give him that. I removed the foils and washed his hair before starting with the pink. I grabbed some gloves, mixed the color and started applying it evenly. “You know, you’re pretty for a Dema girl,” he remarked.

“Does that mean bandito girls are prettier?” I laughed. He shrugged, clearly showing his perspective. “I’m surprised you’ve still got a sense of humor after everything you’ve been through.” His face dropped slightly at that. It was clear that despite being held in a prisoners’ cell this whole time he still had the spark that made him Clancy. It had to be hard but he still had it.

“I mean it Y/N, you’re pretty… but you should try to leave this place. Out there in Trench everything is different. The colors, the freedom, the creativity. You’ll never want to come back.” His eyes were full of hope. It was clear he was the right person to lead the rebellion.

“I–I can’t… I’ve got a life here, Clancy,” I sighed. I wanted to, I did. But if he was caught and sent back here then there was no chance I’d even make it out of the walls. He nodded knowingly.

“I understand. Just know there is always a place for you at the camp.” I finished up his color, washed the dye off in the sink, and styled it for the show. We continued talking about Trench and the banditos, what life was like out there. I reminded him that the bishops wanted a performance for the annual assemblage, slightly disappointed that I hadn’t been invited to manage him. Once his hair was finished and makeup done I turned the chair around. A soft smile grew on his face.

“I like it. Thank you,” he got up and pulled me in an embrace. His hair smelt of the shampoo I’d used, vanilla.

“You’re welcome. I’ve got your jacket over here,” I reached to the side and picked it up, the brown fabric soft against my hands. He turned around as I helped him into it. What he did next surprised me. His hands reached up to cup my face. His forehead leant against mine, a few tears escaping his eyes before turning into sobs, his face scrunching up. “Hey, hey, you’re okay,” I hushed, trying to calm him down.

“I’m scared Y/N,” he stuttered. His eyes darted left and right, searching for something. I tried my best to reassure him that it was okay.

“You don’t need to be,” I lied. He had every right to be scared. At any minute the bishops could kill and seize his vessel. It was then that I made the decision to kiss him. It was a quick kiss, an unsure one.

“Oh so now you decide to do that,” he chuckled before pulling me close and walking us back till we hit the wall. Our bodies pressed together, breathing heavily as our lips danced. I could feel the thud of his heartbeat, terrified of the consequences if we were caught. The song on the radio switched to Redecorate, my favorite on the record. I ran my fingers through his coloured hair before pulling away.

“You’re going to get called on soon,” I said, knowing that I’d likely never seen him again after today.

“Ok,” he nodded. “I need you to know that this,” he gestured between us, “wasn’t just for the sake of today. I like you Y/N, there’s something special about you.” There was a loud knock on the door and we stepped away from each other.

“Are you nearly done in there?” the assistant's voice chirped from outside.

“Yep, we need about 10 more minutes and he’ll be ready to perform!” I shouted back. I could hear her footsteps leave.

“I like you too, Clancy,” I hummed, once I knew we were alone again.

“If I ever get out, just know I’ll come back for you. I promise, I’ll get you out,” he vowed. I embraced him and pressed my lips to his one last time before escorting him out to the soundstage.

“Good luck out there,” I tried desperately to not cry, saying goodbye for the last time.

Two years later the bishops had released a search notice for Clancy. The submarine that the annual assemblage had been held on sank due to “an unknown number of errors on board.” It took everything in me not to believe he was dead. The bishops insisted he wasn’t and what would they gain from lying about their enemy’s death? I was sure he would reach out, tell me he was okay, but it was radio silence. I’d removed myself from Good Day Dema’s set and spent all my time in my room. It was the same thing every day, work. Working to please the bishops and brainwash the entire city that Vialism was the only way. Except for one night, exactly one year after the notice was issued, three years since I’d heard anything from Clancy. I was reading through a new manuscript for the show and making notes for the new episode. The air in the room went still, I wasn’t alone. A man with curly brown hair with the underside dyed red stood by the door. He was wearing a black vest and a bandana with ‘torchbearer’ written on it. It had scared the shit out of me.

“I know you,” I stood up, “you’re Clancy’s friend.”

“Indeed I am,” his expression remained blank, a calm and stoic leader—exactly how Clancy had described him. I couldn’t decide whether to hug him or kill him.

“He’s alive?”

Torchbearer nodded. A wave of relief flooded over me.

“We request your presence at the town hall tonight. Please do your best to come. I was directly asked to ensure you attend.”

I was going to see him. Clancy had survived. He was coming back. Coming back for me. I was getting out of here. I was going to get to hold him again.

Except it wasn’t him. He’d seized a boy and pretended to be there. Clancy wasn’t even in Trench.

Hope you liked it 💛! I’m definitely open to writing a part two but not sure where it would go… keep requesting tho bc ur requests brighten my day!

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 2 years

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Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

A/N: Last part! Thanks for the support! I'll probably do one-shots for my kitsune after this.

"Mom, I've got to go!"

Those words greeted you as you round the corner to Eugene's hospital room for a planned visit. The urgency in them made you furrow your brows as you neared the boy.

"Wednesday's one of the only friends I have. The first friend I've made. If she's in trouble, I've got to help. It's hive code."

Your steps speed up after hearing your crush's name and you almost collide with Eugene as he tries to leave. You reach out to steady him and hold him still.

"Whoa, whoa! Eug, what's going on? Wednesday's in trouble?"

He nods, causing his glasses to slide down his nose. "She and Principal Weems went to confront Ms. Thornhill who's the real bad person here." Rushing to explain, he grabs your arm and pulls you along. "We figured it out while she was visiting on her way out. It's been hours though and I haven't heard from her at all."

That news would've had you moving at mach speed, but you opted to let Eugene lead the march. You didn't want to leave him behind. The both of you reach the streets, bypassing the hospital staff surprisingly easily. Orienting yourself to your surroundings, you begin the trek to Nevermore.

"We have to get to the hive. I need my bees at the ready." You nod in reply.

In your peripheral, you notice squad cars. All but one, surprisingly. You think for a moment before making a decision. In quick movements, you dart to each car and slash every tire. With a satisfied smirk, you race back to Eugene.

"That'll keep the cops from interfering. We'll have to make sure that the school is safe. If that drawing of Crackstone and Wednesday was any indication things'll go down ther-"

There's a sudden pull in your chest that makes you stumble. Your heart feels like it's caught in a vice and it's getting harder to breathe. Your eyes dart around until you feel the pull again. Instinctually, you seem to know why.

"Y/N!" Eugene calls out. "We gotta hurry!"

"You go ahead, Eugene. I know you need your bees." Your vulpine features begin to appear. "I think... I think Wednesday needs me right now." As you take a step, a burst of foxfire springs from your feet. "We'll meet up afterwards. Stay safe."

In a flurry, you launch forward and let your heart pull you to its destination.

-----+++++-----

Death wasn't something Wednesday feared. All paths lead to it. But laying on a cold stone floor with a knife protruding from her stomach made her feel like she could've done more. She should've done more. Sure, she wasn't scared of death but losing made it so much worse.

As the goth laid with her life slowly seeping out, she thought about her schoolmates. Her... Friends. Were they capable of stopping Joseph Crackstone? Could they end Laurel and Tyler? There were too many variables that Wednesday couldn't control now.

And what about Y/N? Wednesday closed her eyes and sank into the memory made hours earlier. Soft hands caressing her skin. Warm presence enveloping her once thought dead heart. Love was the last thing she ever wanted in life and yet it found her here. But the feelings you made her feel ended up becoming familiar the more you spent time with her. She was so used to it that the moment you weren't a constant anymore, it pained her immensely. She was always more of a sadist than a masochist.

As she let herself live in that memory during her final moments, a familiar roar of flames sounded nearby, followed by a more familiar voice.

"Wednesday!"

She forces her eyes open to see your worried face. Almost immediately, you were at her side, gently moving her so you could cradle her against you.

"H-how did you find me?"

A weak smile graced your lips. You gave yourself any excuse to touch her face. It made you feel better that she was still breathing.

"You called for me." Wednesday was confused. She thought of you, that was a definite, but summoning wasn't the goal. You just laugh at the confusion. "My heart led me here, as stupid as that sounds. Looks like you don't need my spirit orb to get me by your side."

Closing your eyes, you press your lips onto the top of her head. You could feel Wednesday get colder. It was as if she was slipping through your arms.

"I don't know what I can do... How can I help?"

"You can't..."

You hold Wednesday tighter. Tears threatened to fall, but you wouldn't allow them. You had to believe that your love would be okay.

You had to.

A moment of silence stretched for what seemed like hours before you hear Wednesday's voice again.

"Are you here to take me to the other side?"

Your head jolts up and you look around, seeing nothing. When you look down at Wednesday, you see her eyes trained towards something on her other side.

"Is your spectral vision impaired? I'm dying!"

You let out a soft laugh which draws Wednesday's attention. "Goody is here. No doubt to find some way to riddle me into a quicker death."

Her eyes dart over to the side again to where you assumed Goody was. When she struggles to reach under her collar, the goth asks you to help take her necklace out while she speaks to her ancestor. Once complete, Wednesday takes a tight hold of it before looking at you.

"... Pull the knife out." You were about to protest but she interrupts you. "Goody has a way to heal me. But I need this blade out of my stomach so please..."

You manage a nod before taking a hold of the knife's handle. Taking a deep breath, you only give Wednesday a moment before pulling the blade out and tossing it aside. When the goth's hand covers the wound, your hand drapes over it to help stem the bleeding. There wasn't much you could do, but you tried your damnedest to do what you could. It isn't long before you see a glow appear around Wednesday's hands.

"Whoa..."

As the glow ebbs slowly, you hear a soft voice around you.

"It seems I was wrong. A Raven need not be alone on their path."

You could only barely register the words before Wednesday launches up, sucking in a breath like it was her first. She brings up her hand and you both see the wound there close up. With a wide grin, you stood up and helped Wednesday to her feet. You wanted to pull the girl into a hug, but time was of the essence.

"We have to get to the school." Wednesday was already moving as she spoke. You followed with a determined nod.

"Update me on the way."

-----+++++-----

The pair managed to make it off the island and into the woods surrounding the academy. The news of Weems's death caught you off guard but it spurred you to finish this until the very end. You knew for sure that you wanted to punch Tyler in his hyde face.

That chance came sooner than you thought.

Tyler appears in front of you, close enough that you had to back away, staying between him and Wednesday. A low growl sounds from your throat, ready to fight.

"Laurel said you were dead."

"I'm feeling much better now." As usual, Wednesday's quips were quick.

"You're like a cockroach." This time, you were quick on the draw.

"What a flatterer. I can see why you fell for him, Wednesday." That earned you a jab in the ribs.

Tyler stalks forward, his body pulsing and protruding out in odd angles. His breathing becomes labored and his clothes tear as his figure grows.

"This will not end well for you."

You crouch low as your vulpine features start to appear. Your twin tails furl out, blocking Wednesday from view.

"We'll see about that, ugly."

In an instant, the hyde claws at you. In a whirl, you take Wednesday in your arms and dodge the strike. As soon as you let her go, you dart towards the beast and attack. Like before, each of his strikes were met with three of yours. Your agility surpassed his and you were intent on making it work in your favor.

However, he managed to get a cheap shot in and throw you into a tree. In your struggle to get up, Tyler pinned Wednesday to a stump, ready to slash at her. In a burst of adrenaline, you dash towards them only to see a large furball crash into the hyde.

When you reach Wednesday, the two of you look towards your new ally before recognizing the pink and blue tips.

"Enid?"

There's a moment of recognition in the new werewolf's eyes as she sees her friends alive and breathing. But then her instincts kick in once Tyler is up and attacking again.

The two begin to battle as you and Wednesday watch. It isn't until she tugs on your arm that you look away towards her.

"I need to get to the school."

You're torn. It was unsure whether Enid could fully take on Tyler without help. But the danger at the school could end the love of your life. For good this time. After a moment of debate, you look at Wednesday with a determined face.

"Go. I'll stay and help Enid. We'll make sure Tyler doesn't make it over there." You take Wednesday's face in your hands. "If you die on me, I'll drag you back from hell myself."

"And I'll have your pelt on my wall if you should perish as well."

With those parting words, you turn away from each other. As Wednesday's footsteps retreat, you charge towards the fight ahead of you.

You reached the fray in time to lay a good strike on Tyler before he could knock Enid aside. Taking the opportunity, the werewolf body checks him into a tree. With a nod to each other, you both move in sync to flank the hyde. Enid darts forward with a growl and launches into a low slash. You follow suit, but with a high strike. Tyler's pained roar echoes throughout the woods and he swings his arms around. The unexpected thrashing caught Enid off guard and he knocked her aside.

Enid slides across the forest floor and is slow to get back up. You place yourself between the large beasts when Tyler begins stalking towards Enid. You can see the cocky smirk on his face and it infuriates you. Glancing over at Enid, you see that she's still struggling. Her face is gashed. It makes you even angrier.

There's a sudden pulse within your soul. You can feel a warmth from your core spread to your limbs. Your twin tails wave and flicker wildly. Seconds feel like hours as pulse after pulse thrum in your being. But as soon as the assault begins, it ends. There is peace for a moment. Enid looked at you with worry during the event, but now, it's with wonder.

Your two tails had become three.

Renewed power floods your veins when Tyler finally reaches you to attack. Your claws erupt in flames as you attack before he could fully extend his arm. The sudden pain causes the hyde to stagger back. The next time he looks at you, there's suddenly three, four, five versions of you surrounding him. Illusions at last. Each one he tries to hit vanishes in a mist. When he finally reaches you, the beast doesn't even get a chance to strike. Enid vaults over you and tackles Tyler, sending them careening across the forest floor. When they stop, Tyler towers over a pinned Enid until a gunshot sounds from somewhere. The hyde rears back in pain, allowing you to use your entire weight and momentum from running to knock him aside and check on Enid.

The battle ends. You don't know where Tyler ends up, but he didn't matter anymore. He wasn't a threat right now when you vaguely see his form shrink. From your peripheral, you see Enid shrink as well and you race to her side to tend to her.

Your hoodie is around her body as soon as you get to her and you pull the trembling body close to you. Hugging as tight as you could, you hold onto her until she pushes you away.

"Wednesday needs you. Go to the school."

"I can't leave you alone, E"

"I'm not alone."

Your ears catch the gentle scurry of Thing as he approaches. He gently places himself onto Enid's hand in comfort. With a smile, you nod.

"I leave her to you then, Thing."

Before getting up, you gently hold Enid's unmarred cheek and look into her eyes.

"Before I go though. You won't hear this from your mom, so I'm gonna say it and mean it. I'm so fucking proud of you, Enid."

She gives you a wide grin before urging you to leave again. You bound away as fast as you can, hoping that you can make it to Wednesday before anything bad happens.

-----+++++-----

"Howdy Pilgrim."

The sudden appearance of Goody's descendent surprised Joseph Crackstone. How can someone he sent to the depths of hell still be walking amongst the living?

"How canst thy heart still beat? What demon sorcery is this?"

Wednesday is silent as she readies her sword, the same that her parents used against Garrett Gates years ago. Before a battle could begin, however, a voice sounds from behind Wednesday.

"Stay away from her!"

There's only a moment for the goth to register that Xavier is there before an arrow speeds past her. The missile was halted before it could hit its target. Crackstone seems to be using some sort of magic to manipulate it. How ironic.

The Pilgrim turns the arrow with a menacing grin and launches it back to its sender. Wednesday, keen on protecting all of the students, steps into its path and takes the hit on her shoulder in Xavier's stead. When the boy tries to help, Wednesday assures that she's fine and commands him to help the lingering outcasts. It takes a moment, but Xavier relents and leaves as the goth expertly removes the arrow from her person.

Taking up the blade once more, she attacks the revived corpse. Crackstone retaliates with his staff, trading blows and dodging strikes. In the end, there is a final parry that shatters Wednesday's blade, leaving her defenseless.

Crackstone takes the opportunity to use his staff's magic to pin Wednesday against an upturned table. The force of the magic pushes air from her lungs, making it difficult to breathe. Wednesday can only watch and listen to the cackles of a deranged dead man.

"I will send you back to hell."

Another push of magic surges against Wednesday and she can feel her ribcage collapsing under the pressure. There's a moment of uncertainty before the tip of a blade pierces through Crackstone's chest. With a wail, the Pilgrim turns towards his assailant, revealing a brave Bianca before him. Before she can do any more damage, he casts her away, sending her flying across the quad.

Using the distraction to her advantage, Wednesday crouches and reaches into her waistband. Completely defenseless, she was not. There was one more trick up her sleeve. Your birthday dagger.

As soon as Crackstone turns to face his original opponent, Wednesday drives the dagger into his heart. A pause. A breath. Crackstone is in disbelief. His time was far too short and yet he was so close to achieving his goal. But once again, an Addams ruins everything for him.

Wednesday pulls the dagger from his chest with a twist and a burst of foxfire emits from the wound. This causes Crackstone's body to char, embers appearing as his body begins to crack and crumble. Just as both Bianca and Wednesday think that he's just going to disintegrate into a pile, a magical pulse rushes from his body and explodes outwards, taking everything his magic caused with him.

Bianca joins Wednesday, looking around in disbelief. They share a smile until the click of a gun sounds behind them. Laurel Gates is still there to contend with.

"You brought a gun to a swordfight," Wednesday noticed. "That's probably the first smart decision you've made today."

The former Nevermore teacher stalks forward, gun pointed directly at Wednesday.

"I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I'll get to kill you, Wednesday."

She pulls the trigger, resulting in an echoing bang. Silence follows until a groan breaks it.

You made it in time.

"Ugh... I hate getting shot." Bianca balks at you.

"You've been shot before!?"

"Yeah. Fox. Hunters. You know."

A frustrated growl pulls your attention as Laurel cocks her pistol again. Her aim is still on Wednesday despite your body blocking the way.

"I will get my revenge. My destiny will be fulfil- What?"

Barely noticeable to the rest of you, a bee sits right at the front sight of the pistol. It stalls Laurel enough for everyone to register a loud humming coming towards them. No, not humming.

Buzzing.

Before you know it, a swarm of bees engulf Laurel, stinging her and sending her to her demise. Eugene appears, hands held out as he controls his army.

"That's what you get for messing with Nevermore, bitch."

You have never been more happy to see the bee boy. He looks over at you and Wednesday with a proud smile.

"Hummers stick together, right?" You both reply with a solid nod.

Now that things are over, your knees buckle and you land on your butt, suddenly exhausted. Soon enough, the police arrive and all is well in the school once more.

-----+++++-----

You're sitting in the quad with your fellow dancers. After everything that happened, the school decided to close for the rest of the semester. You were glad for it, but you were going to miss people. One person in particular.

Said person caught your attention and you bid your friends goodbye before making your way over to the pale goth. A tinge of jealousy springs up when you see the item in her hands though.

"I see Xavier gave you his gift. Must be nice to be able to buy people the latest phone on the market like it's nothing," you grumbled.

Wednesday just rolls her eyes before shoving the phone into your hands.

"If I'm going to keep this, I might as well use it. Xavier already put his number in, but it could do with a few more." She looks at you expectantly. It was unnecessary seeing as you were already typing in your number and taking a selfie to set as the contact icon. After calling your phone to get Wednesday's number, you hand the device back.

"There. Contact info exchanged. I hope we keep in touch."

You sit on one of the low walls, leaning against the column it was attached to. While you knew you would keep in touch with the rest of your friend group, Wednesday was an unknown. Even with your growing relationship.

"I'm sure Enid invited you to San Fran," you say with a grin. "You're more than welcome to visit me in New Hampshire. Not too far from here, at least."

Wednesday stares at you and you welcome it. You don't think you ever really found it unnerving. It was a strange comfort whenever her dark eyes were on you. That should've been the first indication of how bad you had it for her.

"... I wouldn't be against you visiting me either."

If your smile got any wider, your face would be split in half. The fact that Wednesday wanted your company sent you over the moon.

"I'd love that. It'd be nice to see my dark soul in her natural habitat." A small chuckle escapes your lips when you're suddenly face to face with Wednesday. This close, you see uncertainty in her eyes as they flicker around, taking in your face. When she speaks though, there's a resolve in her voice.

"When you were upset with me, I didn't know why it affected me so." Her hands come up and cup your cheeks. You weren't sure whether the chill from her hands or the gentle touch sent shivers down your spine.

"When I kissed Tyler, while still pleasant at the time, it felt off." Her thumbs start to caress your cheeks and your eyes flutter slightly.

"I wonder... Will it feel off with you as well?" You're afraid this is a dream. You don't want to break this spell. With the lightest of touches, you reach for Wednesday's waist.

"Well..." You whisper. "There's only one way to find out."

You're not sure who moves first. You just know that as soon as your lips meet hers, nothing else matters. The ruckus and noise around you fade as Wednesday fills your every sense. Every time your lips part, you pull her back for more. Her hands are braced on your neck as she straddles your lap. Your arm holds Wednesday in place as your other hand travels up her back. She fits perfectly in your hands and you wonder if this is why legends of soulmates exist.

As much as you want to suffocate in Wednesday's embrace, oxygen calls to you. The goth leans back and you can see faint colors on pale skin. No doubt you're in the same way. You lean up to press your forehead against hers.

"What's the verdict?"

There's a devilish grin you've never seen on Wednesday before. While it should scare you, it only excites you more.

"Inconclusive. More testing is required, mia volpe."

Music to your ears.

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That’s cool that you love Twenty One Pilots (they’re one of my favorite bands, too). Quick question: How do you feel about the song Heathens?

Love it. It’s genius. It’s so good.

Musically, what is better than the shotgun-cocking sound that the guitar makes? Or the fact that the sound of the instrument vaguely sounds like the phrase “WATCH IT” that is being repeated over and over, so it sounds like you're getting shot by the words themselves. Like the warning in the lyrics isn't fast enough to save you from the consequences of needing that warning in the first place.

I don’t care at all that it’s in/was commissioned for “Suicide Squad.” I totally think Tyler Joseph is too contemplative and analytical to just write a theme song for characters he didn’t create. Plus, he can’t keep his hands off double-and-triple meanings, even when he’s writing original songs. So all of that to say, I don’t think the song is just basically about Suicide Squad.

But let’s talk about the concept that is in the song.

Can I just break it down this way? Can I just tell you what I would do if I were asked to write a song (nobody would ask me that, because I’m not a songwriter) for a movie where comic book villains were the main characters, and I knew that the movie would be playing on “people sympathizing with characters that are evil?”

I mean, seriously, some of you have asked me questions that get me thinking about the trend of idolizing bad guys. I think I can imagine pretty accurately what my thought process would be if someone asked me to write such a song.

I would think about my worldview. I might be a little uncomfortable, first-blush, at having to write a song that makes villains sound cool. But then I’d think about it. I’d think about what I believe; my knee-jerk response would (hopefully) be "what does the Bible say about villains? Definitely that they're bad, and bad guys are bad, not good to emulate, and they lose." But then as I thought deeper than that I'd realize what more the Bible says: that I am a villain. Or I was, apart from Christ.

Nasty and wicked, psycho and outcasted. I belong locked up. Apart from Him, apart from everything good and pure. But I'm not apart from Him. I still live on this planet and not in heaven, but nos that I’m in Him, what am I supposed to do about people who are not—people who are still “villains?”

Remember who I used to be. Because if I don’t remember who I used to be, I’ll start thinking I’m better than them and judge them and we’ll always be divided. But if I remember who I used to be, that I used to be a villain, I can get in there and tell them “I’m like you but here’s what’s different; I know Christ.”

Oh but you know what? I can’t say it like that. Or if I do, I should be prepared to be mauled by the villains. Because that’s what they do.

Like it’s in a pig’s makeup to roll in the mud, it’s in a villain’s nature to be villainous—especially when they expect you to strike first. I remember that nature because I used to have it.

So I have to be careful how I say it. I have to step carefully. I have to convince them that we have things in common—so that I can springboard off of that goodwill, that common ground, and tell the villains about the way out of being villainous. So they don't maul me before I can get the words out.

I genuinely believe that that’s where my Christian worldview would lead me, when looking for a direction to approach the task of “make a song about villains” from.

…And then Tyler Joseph of twenty one pilots writes:

All my friends are heathens take it slow

wait for them to ask you who you know

Please don’t make any sudden moves

You don’t know the half of the abuse

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We don't deal with outsiders very well

They say newcomers have a certain smell

You have trust issues, not to mention

They say they can smell your intentions

You'll never know the freak show sitting next to you

You'll have some weird people sitting next to you

You'll think "How did I get here sitting next to you?"

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I mean the easy read is to say, "heathens literally traditionally means 'people who aren't Christians.'" But it can also just carry the connotations of "irreverent, villainous people." So what I'm saying is, he runs the gamut. He's friends with the heathens, but to call them that and to (as the singer) address someone outside that group, he has to be a bridge between the two. Someone who is with the heathens, but is also no longer a heathen himself. And he has to warn the newcomer, who is not a heathen but is about to be among them, of a couple things.

First, be careful. Be careful how you move and what you say.

Second, notice the similarities between yourself and the heathens; you have trust issues and you're trying to figure out the intentions of everyone around you but you'll never be able to do that ("you'll never know.") Just like the heathens are: "they say newcomers have a certain smell." The key to completing your goal is to accept that your similarities, and it's actually not so strange to be sitting among them.

Third, what is your goal? Tyler only gives two hints about why this person the song is "talking" to might be in among the heathens at all. The first hint is "wait for them to ask you who you know." Why'd he say that?

Well one, on the surface, it sounds like you'd need to name-drop someone intimidating to impress criminals. But that doesn't explain why you should wait for them to ask you. So now comes the non-surface read of that lyric, the one that takes into account everything else Tyler's written about and said: wait for them to ask you about why you're there. About the God who makes you different.

Careful, don't come in swinging your sword. You might lop their heads off when you meant to save them. You might provoke them when you meant to bring peace. They've been abused. You're similar but you don't trust each other, and they don't trust your intentions. You can't just sledgehammer them with religious words; they won't understand. They'll associate it with the "abuse."

There's no other plausible way to read that.

You can try to say "it's about becoming a member of the twenty one pilots fandom," okay, but Tyler doesn't think the fandom is touchy about who joins. At least, he doesn't overtly think that. Overtly, he's claimed to be proud of the opposite—he's always quoting that one reviewer who said "your fanbase is the most inclusive clique I've ever seen." He loves the inclusivity. So he wouldn't write a song about a group of heathens who are hard to get in with and be a part of if he was talking about his fans, I don't think.

Now.

Second hint about why the person the songwriter is "speaking" to is in among the heathens; because that's actually the person's rightful place. "It looks like you might be one of us."

I think this is another layer of meaning. Not just "you were once dead," meaning you can still remember who you were before Christ and use that relatability to earn trust. But also, there's something else you have in common with heathens.

And this is where I think you could draw a more meta-line from a listener to twenty one pilots' music. You could go; "I really like this music. But maybe I don't just like it because I can relate to the hope. Maybe I also like it because there's more of me that relates to the struggle than I thought."

Even doubt. I think one of the odd things about Tyler's fans after Blurryface was that they were identifying so much with the struggles and the doubts and the darkness...but in the later eras, there isn't as clear an answer to the dark parts. So you get the vibe that he's noticing that the "brokenness" of his fan base is becoming the loudest part. That even people who came for the hope are also coming for the identifying-with-the-darkness—the bad parts.

#Asked #answered #twenty one pilots #heathens #suicide squad #Tyler Joseph #tylerrjoseph #josh dun #clique #skeleton clique

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j-jinxee · 7 months

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[ ⟡ ] — RUNAWAY,,

Criminal! Tyler Joseph x Reader

✦ [warnings — Small wounds, guns, police, smn gets tased, kissing]

A/N – aight guys so I'm too impatient to write an actual story and like, make a proper beginning yk? So let's just pretend I wrote an actual start and move on, sick.

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You began to pull into a roadside motel. After a full day of driving with this stranger, all you wanted was to get out of this car. You knew Tyler wouldn't actually hurt you, he just needed to act as if he would to stall the police. You'd met Tyler that morning, at your usual coffee shop. He'd been politely asking people for money, simply to get a cab and get as far away from here as he possibly could. When he asked you, you decided to engage in conversation, his demeanour intrigued you. Although, you couldn't recall the conversation due to all the intense events that happened afterwards. Which lead you to end up here, in the middle of nowhere in some sketchy motel, with a criminal stranger.

Tyler hadn't said much about himself, just that he needed to get far away from here, but he had no money. Saying that he got involved with the "wrong people" and can't get out of it now.

You both made your way out of the car, Tyler walked a little faster than you, probably to minimise the amount of people seeing him. Making his way to the front desk and asking for a room, you strolled around the lobby, looking at this rundown little establishment that you probably never had known about if it wasn't for today. You assumed you'd be ok out here, Tyler wasn't a famous criminal or anything, and even if the police did find you, they'd think he held you hostage, not that you were cooperating with him. You only cooperated because he had a gun, sure you could tell he'd never use it, but it's still intimidating when someone's pointing it at you.

"Hey, cmon.." you heard Tyler call as he started walking towards the steps. You hurried behind him and made your way to the room, being greeted by peeling wallpaper and a TV that didn't work, but atleast the beds looked clean. Already feeling sleepy when you sat down, since your adrenaline had shot up multiple times today, really taking its toll on you, but you couldn't fall asleep just yet. You needed to take your makeup off, brush your teeth, you know the regular night stuff.

Before you could even check if the motel provided toothbrushes, Tyler had already shut and locked the bathroom door. You weren't mad, but he could've said something to be less rude. You assumed he was showering, since that's the only reason to lock the bathroom door, so you just waited for your turn.

After about two minutes, your thoughts were interrupted by faint sounds coming from the bathroom. Small noises of discomfort, every few seconds, what was he doing? You got up and knocked on the door, "you ok in there?" "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Can I come in?" You asked quietly, "sure." You heard the lock click, allowing the door to open. Your eyes were met with the sight of Tyler attempting to get the shards of glass out of the small cuts on his face. They'd been there all day, but this is the first time he'd gotten to a mirror. "Woah! hey hey nonono, don't do it like that. You'll cut your fingers aswell." He was attempting to just pull them out with his hands, which would've been fine if his hands weren't shaking. Thankfully you happened to have tweezers in your pocket, so you asked him to sit down and have you take them out for him.

"Can I... ?" You referred to touching his face to keep your hands steady. He gave you a slight nod, making you proceed with the small operation. There were three small slits on his left cheek, two on the bridge of his nose, and one on his right eyebrow. You thought it'd be best to not ask how he got these, he seemed like he wanted to act as if it didn't happen. He avoided eye contact the whole time, looking anywhere but your face, making it hard for you to concentrate. While delicately picking out the glass from his skin, you absent mindedly studied his features. His messy brown hair that framed his face perfectly, his dark eyes that may not have looked at you, but you could still tell were mesmerising, and his scars, even though they hurt, they weirdly suited him.

"All done!" You said smiling, you'd usually disinfect them too but, you didn't exactly have the right equipment to do so in this tiny motel room. So you substituted with cutips and water, sure it wouldn't keep bacteria out, but it'll atleast get the dry blood off. "Stay there" you told him, going to grab some cutips from the bathroom. Coming back with a few damp ones, you gently held his face up and wiped off the blood. His eyes finally looked up to meet yours, you felt inclined to hold eye contact, but you were half way through a job.

"Ok, done for real now" You smiled, though his first reaction was to reach up and touch his wounds. "Don't do that! You'll make them worse." He seemed to listen, even if it was a bad habit he had. "Thankyou" he looked up at you, "you've been the first to treat me like a human in a while." You saddened hearing his statement, "Tyler..." you began, "you don't have to tell me but, what exactly got you here?" Saying you were eager to know was an understatement, but you weren't gonna push his boundaries, even if he dragged you into something you never wanted to be a part of.

He started with a sigh, then quietly explained the events that lead to this. Telling you how he desperately needed to help out his parents, leading him to work for the wrong people, and getting wrapped up with their shit in the process. They forced him to do things that'd land him in prison for life, but he'd made a mistake, now the police were after him aswell as those shady pricks. His voices started to shake, causing you to look at him properly, his eyes were watering as tears began to fall, landing on the dirty carpet beneath him. Saying he just wanted out of all this, "I've put you in danger now too I- I just, fuck. I can't do this anymore" he stood up and started talking with his hands more, gesturing to himself and you. Saying he's just sick of hurting people when his soul intention was to help. You realised you'd probably get kicked out if he got any louder, so you had to stop him gently.

"Tyler, Tyler hey" you placed your hands on his forearms, stopping his frantic gestures. He stopped and looked you right in the eyes, you could see how broken and tired he felt. "This isn't your fault. You had no way of knowing, I can tell you meant well, ok?" You spoke softly, attempting to calm him down with your words. "Anyone would've made the same mistake, it's just hard for others to see when they're not in the same position as you." You reached up to wipe the tears off his face, "I can tell you're a good person, that's why I haven't tried to run. I haven't felt threatened by you at all." You could see his eyes gain a tiny bit of light, "I will stay, and help you get out, ok?"

His dark eyes stared right back into yours. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, they darted to different points of your face, going from your eyes to your lips, analysing them quite obviously. They landed back on your eyes once more, his lips separated, "can I kiss you?" You felt an involuntary smile creep onto your lips, "sure" he leant in and closed the gap between you both, your hands still on his face and jawline. You felt him smile aswell, both of you were comforted by the complete stranger touching your lips right now, why?

This was the last place you expected to be today, feeling this wanted criminal so intently while he was pressed up against you. You both pulled away for air, but not before opening your eyes to gaze into eachothers souls. His eyes regained some light as he saw further and further into your beautiful iris'. You didn't even know this boys last name, but right now, the only thing you wanted was to be around him, he gave you a new sense of life.

Just for all of that to be interrupted by a familiar sound of the door being kicked down. You both jumped and let go of eachother, facing towards the now busted open door as police rapidly came into the room. You looked at Tyler in a panic, forgetting they were only after him, just for him to get tased immediately. He fell onto the bed and started screaming in pain, "Stop! Stop it! He didn't hurt me!" You immediately stated to the police. He was cuffed and dragged out of the room in an instant, you were pretty sure he was also knocked unconscious. An officer came over to you, "Let's get you outta here, we'll get started on pressing charges don't worry." "No! I don't want to press charges!" You stated desperately, hoping to explain everything that's actually happened before Tyler gets taken away in their car. They didn't stop though, hauling him off aggressively and shoving him into the car, he wasn't exactly innocent, but if they could just listen to him explain the full story- I'm sure they could understand.

The sirens echoed through your head as you started to dissociate, you had no idea what would happen now. ----------------------------------------------------

This is so random pls but I love Criminal Tyler who's actually innocent hehe <33 anyway I should write for Josh now aye.

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Cobwebs and flies

Tyler Joseph x reader // requested

(No warnings)

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Sundays are your favorite days, for multiple reasons. However, mostly because you don’t have to work and you never make plans on Sundays so you have a wide open 24 hours to do whatever you want with. Whether that be baking, gardening, drawing, or reading, or perhaps all of the above.

Today you started your morning with a lovely hot mug of coffee made your favorite way. You smiled to yourself as you carried your ceramic baby blue cup of goodness to the living room where you planned to watch YouTube and rot until it was time for bed.

With a sigh you grabbed your remote and took a sip of coffee as you settled in on the plush, inviting couch. It was a beautiful suede wrap around that your parents got you for Christmas that year. You scrolled through suggested videos on YouTube until you found something of interest. ‘A day in the life of a medieval peasant’ you hummed to yourself with amusement and pressed play.

Knock knock knock

Your eyes shot to your door. Who the heck is that? You’re certain you made no plans today. You never did, it was a personal rule. you set down your coffee and reluctantly made your way to the door. It couldn’t be your parents they’re out of town until next week. None of your friends would even be awake yet , let alone standing at your front door. Your heart rate began to quicken at the prospect of something being wrong or someone you loved in trouble.

You gripped the door knob , sent up a quick prayer and pulled the door open. your jaw dropped. A mix of emotions pooled In your chest and you felt a lump form in your throat.

“Tyler..”

Your voice was nothing More than a light whisper , you weren’t even sure what you said had been audible.

“Hey”

Tyler smiled shyly with a small wave of his hand. His grin grew wider as a yell escaped your lips

“TYLER?!!”

You ran out the door and flew in to his arms, your tense shoulders relaxed at the warmth of his body flush with yours. His chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths. His fingers digging in to your sides like he was afraid if he let go you might float away. You felt like you might.

“What are you doing here?? I thought you guys were on tour”

You smiled into his neck , inhaling his familiar scent. You haven’t seen him in almost a year and you missed him everyday. Tyler was one of your oldest and best friends, he was your partner in crime all through highschool. He was there for everything , your first boyfriend , your first failed test, your first soccer tournament, your first job , first highschool dance … everything. the memories flooded back to you as you looked into his chocolate brown eyes. They shimmered with…. What was that? Happiness? Adoration? Perhaps just relief , sometimes it’s just nice to see an old friend.

You pulled away from the hug first , holding Tyler at an arms length, his gleaming teeth bared as he smiled down at you , eyes searching every inch of your face.

“We are still on tour but we have a week or so in between shows and we’re in town and … I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you… so surprise!”

He laughed as he did jazz hands

You just stood there smiling at him , you were in awe. Your Ty guy was home and took time out of his ,what you could only imagine is an insanely busy schedule, to come see you.

“Oh my gosh this is my favorite day , come on come in I’ll get you something to drink”

You all but squealed with excitement as you gestured for him to follow you inside , and he did so with a small chuckle. He was happy to see you and it was written all over his wonderful face.

“Do you have any-“

Tyler began to ask as you led him to the kitchen

“Red Bull?”

You finished with a smile , he returned the gesture with a nod

“Yes redbull”

He smiled coyly leaning against the marbled white and gray counter top , his head cocked slightly to one side as he took in his surroundings. He’d been here many times before of course , but you’d made a few small changes to the place since he’d seen it last.

“No I don’t , that stuff is literally poison for your body”

You replied with a grimace

“Still on your health kick?”

He asked , now stepping towards you as you stood in front of your refrigerator.

“Itsssss not a health kick Ty , just called taking care of yourself”

You giggled, he always picked at you about your constant strive to live a healthy lifestyle, but you knew he didn’t mean any of it , he actually admired the care and attention you put in to taking care of your body and your self.

“Always such an inspiration aren’t you?”

He chimed reaching in the fridge and grabbing a cold pressed juice

“I’ll bet you made this yourself”

He added holding up the bottle of red liquid.

You scrunched your nose at him

“So what if I did”

You retorted grabbing a water for yourself and closing the refrigerator door.

“It’s beet juice by the way , you’ve been warned”

Tyler chuckled

“I knew it”

You rolled your eyes and nudged his ribs with your elbow gently.

“Come on let’s go outside and enjoy the nice morning “

You perked up at the prospect of a cozy morning on the porch with your dearest friend. You had so many questions and wanted to know absolutely everything about all the wonderful places he’s been in the last year. You grabbed his hand without even thinking about it. You felt his fingers twitch like he was going to pull away but then he gripped your hand tightly and allowed you to pull him outside.

You both sat on a chair and just took a second to look at eachother

“You look so good Ty!”

You smiled letting your eyes fall down his figure and back up , his face reddened slightly and he waved off your comment with a small laugh that barely bubbled over his mauve lips.

“So do you (y/n). You really do”

He replied looking In to your eyes, his tongue flicked over his lips and your eyes flew to his mouth and then away again. You felt your cheeks heat and shifted your position to play off the fact that you were flustered.

“I wish you would have given me a twenty minute warning or something, I just woke up, I look like hell”

You gestures to your outfit: grey sweats and a white t shirt from highschool that had a few holes in it and splashes of paint here and there. Your hair was in a high bun and it was far too early for makeup.

“You look beautiful, wouldn’t have you any other way than you are right now. This is my favorite version of you”

He chimed, his voice was quiet but his eyes never left yours as the words left his mouth. For a moment you were speechless , for some reason this felt different. Tyler had complimented you before , tons of times but it felt heavier this time , like there was more behind it.

was it due to the fact that you hadn’t seen him in so long ? You know what they say , absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Tell me everything”

You demanded with an excited smile as you leaned back in your chair. Tyler beamed at you and shook his head.

“But I want to hear about you (y/n) how are you? What have you been doing? How’s Max?”

Tyler’s fired off questions, leaning toward you his elbows rested

on the tops of his thighs. For the first time since he’d been here , your smile fell.

Max.

How does he not know? Had you really not spoken to him about it?

“What’s wrong?”

Tyler asked , immediately picking up on the change in your demeanor.

You blinked and shook your head slightly

“Oh nothing , max and I aren’t together anymore”

You let out a sigh , like the words were heavy on your heart and saying this out loud to Tyler lifted their weight off of your shoulders.

His face fell with concern

“What happened?”

He questioned , syrupy sympathy dripping from his words.

You waved a hand in the air as if to play down the statement that was about to leave your lips

“I found him with another girl.. it was stupid..”

Your voice broke on the last word and you cursed yourself for getting emotional. This wasn’t what you wanted , you didn’t want this to still hurt you, it had been a few months now and for the most part you’ve been okay. You’ve learned how to be alone again, but saying this to Tyler, finally talking with him about it , made your heart ache and realize how much you’ve truly missed him.

You didn’t look at Tyler , you couldn’t bring yourself to do it because you felt so stupid. Tyler had had his reservations about Max when the two of you first got together, but of course you brushed his concerns off. You didn’t want to go in to your relationship with Max on negative thinking.

But Tyler’s intuition was right and you felt so so stupid.

Tyler didn’t say anything just looked at you, he didn’t know what he could say and he wasn’t the type of person to say ‘I told you so’

“I feel so stupid”

Was all you managed to get out. Your voice was hoarse and you were trying with all your might not to cry.

“Hey… no”

Tyler said standing and moving to you, he crouched in front of you and grabbed your hands , resting them in your lap.

“You’re not stupid. He’s stupid. This isn’t your fault (y/n) none of this is your fault”

He stroked your hand with his thumb , it was consistent and gentle. Tears raced down your hot cheeks, you hadn’t cried about this in a while , but Tyler always made you more emotional, he just had that affect on you. He made you feel things so intensely when he was around.

“How come my relationships never go right? Is something wrong with me?”

The question was rhetorical but Tyler held your hands tighter , he had a broken despondent look in his eyes as he gazed at you.

“Of course not, you’re perfect… I’m so sorry he did this to you (y/n) I’m so sorry, you’re the last person on this planet that deserves that. You’re such a warm and compassionate person, you’re living sunshine and the kindest, most selfless person I know , and you’re painfully beautiful. Inside and out you are absolutely beautiful”

He soothed , his voice was low and Earnest. His hands moved up to your arms as he stood and pulled you up to him wrapping you in another time stopping hug.

You let yourself cry, you let yourself be an absolute mess on Tyler’s shoulder because this is exactly what you needed to finally let go of the pain that max instilled on you.

Tyler was what you needed.

His hand moved up and down your spine with purpose , his touch was gentle and warm. You shook lightly as you sniffled wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Oh … I’m a mess”

You sighed , before letting out a pathetic self deprecating chuckle.

Tyler didn’t let you go , his lips brushed your ear as he spoke sending a jolt of hot awareness down your spine

“You are too good for him (y/n)”

He looked down at you as you swiped more tears from your eyes, trying to clean yourself up and stop all this nonsense crying. Max was done and over with , this had happened months ago and you didn’t even have feelings for him anymore. The tears were more or less therapeutic, especially here with Tyler. You needed this, this was the nail in the coffin of yours and Max’s relationship.

You lifted your head , giving Tyler a watery smile

“I needed that”

You admitted as his hand caressed your back.

“I think I did too, It’s been too long since I’ve seen you, I don’t want to wait that long ever again.”

Tyler stated as he eyed you carefully. His eyes narrowed and his brows creased slightly. You knew him long enough to know that was his thinking face.

“What are you thinking about?”

You asked poking his chest. neither of you had made a move to step away from each other. You just stood there in his arms , letting him soothe you.

“I’m here for a week, and then we’re leaving for Europe..”

Tyler began, watching you as each word left his lips. You nodded your understanding, waiting for him to continue. A slow smile curled his lips , brightening his eyes before he spoke again

“Come with us”

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A/N: hello! I hope everyone enjoyed this short one shot, I’m actually considering doing a part two but I haven’t decided yet! Please let me know if you liked it or not I love any feedback anyone has. The person who requested this was anonymous but whoever you are thank you for the great prompt.

If you would like to send in a request for me to write a fic for you please send it to my ask box

Thank you again for reading!

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inkbagel · 7 days

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Can’t sleep so choosing to ramble about addict with a pen instead :P going to talk about my religion a bit

ADDICT WITH A PEN IS SO GOOD. It’s one of the more relatable songs for me as a Christian. To me it’s always been about falling out of your faith bc of your mental health which OUGH SHOT IN THE HEART MAN

The water is representing Christ to me and how when you’re in that state you’re both clinging desperately onto your beliefs and also searching for any sign of your old faith but seeing none. And the sand is like your mental issues, which are slowing you down from searching.

Hello, we haven’t talked in quite some time, I know I haven’t been the best of sons, hello, I’ve been traveling in the desert of my mind, and I haven’t found a drop of life.

THIS PART ESPECIALLY. Like if this is about struggling with being a Christian while fighting your mental health I can relate to this so hard. Not practicing any of your beliefs bc of your mental state. And feeling guilty about it. “We haven’t talked in quite some time I know I haven’t been the best of sons”…..

I haven’t found a drop of you. I haven’t found a drop of water.

This is the same as before in that like. Searching your brain for any motivation to get up and pray or study the bible or anything. But you can’t find it. I’m.

I try desperately to run through the sand as I hold the water in the palm of my hand, ‘cause it’s all that I have and it’s all that I need and the waves of the water mean nothing to me.

This is to me like trying so hard to hold on to what’s left of your beliefs but you’re still declining and having a hard time with it.

But I try my best and all that I can to hold tightly on to what’s left in my hand, but no matter how, how tightly I will strain, the sand will slow me down and the water will drain.

Again it’s like you’re trying SO HARD to stay faithful but every day you’re doing less and less to practice your religions. Your mental health is stopping you. The sands slowing you down.

My trial was filed as a crazy suicidal head case. But you specialize in dying, you hear me screaming "father" and I'm lying here just crying, so wash me with your water.

THIS LINE. THIS FUCKING LINE. Istg this is a song about religion. I’m like 90% certain this is a bible verse.

But “you hear me screaming ‘father’ is like asking god for help when you’re not doing well. And “I’m lying here just crying” is again. Like asking him for help when you can’t help yourself. It’s so sweet. I’m so mentally ill.

The whole song is just. Like I can’t stop thinking about it. You want to keep what little water you have left with you but the desert is hot and dry and you have nothing to hold it with but your hands. There’s no other water for miles. You’re in a desert. The sands slowing you down and keeping you from searching for more water. There’s no more water left.

This band has genuinely warped my perspective on being a Christian and I really don’t think I’d still be religious if it weren’t for their music. Tyler Joseph is an amazing poet and many of his songs are just like. Such a better idea of how to be religious than I learned. This band means so much to me for so many reasons. This is one of them.

#I’ll go sleep now I think #I love this song so damn much #twenty øne piløts #self titled #addict with a pen #tøp #inkbagel speaks #also hi I’m a christian lmao #idk if I’ve said that before

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it’s just allergies

Tyler Joseph x reader fic

small one shot

mainly a fluff fic

*i can’t believe I’m posting this 😭🫡

this fic is roughly Inspired by when I caught Covid like last week.

might be some grammar mistakes, don’t blame me it’s 1 am and I’m barely holding together.

please give feedback on what you thought! this is my first time posting a fic anywhere, I would like to know how I did :)

summary:

Tyler Joseph is your boyfriend and best friend.

it was that time of the year, allergies were bad, but also Covid was going around again. you had the symptoms, but you also insisted it’s just allergies.

CAUSE IT IS JUST ALLERG-

“ah- ah- ah” you started feeling the tingling sensation in your noise, as you sneezed loudly. tyler slowly turned his head, redirecting his attention from his phone to you. “I’m not sick I swear, it’s JUST allergie-“ you were cut off by another loud hack from your throat.

Dang it that hurt.

you turned your head towards him smiling. He sighed “sureee…I’m going to have to call josh to cancel plans aint I” he said turning his attention back to his phone. you scoffed “this happens every year around this time, it’ll be fine. your plans with josh will be fine too” you said wiping your nose on the back of your hand. he looked back at you in disbelief shaking his head and putting his head In his hands.

you put pressure to your throat with the tip of your finger and cringed at how bad it hurt, even from the slightest touch it hurt like heck.. it’s just allergies.. right? everyone else is getting sick though… nooo you’ll be fine, you laughed nervously knowing that you were most likely sick, But you weren’t admitting that.

you walked into the kitchen and grabbed a drink, trying to find a way to sooth your aching throat. You poured a glass of water and chugged it, immediately making your throat feel a little better.

you walked back to the couch and sat back down. you crawled closer to Tyler, putting your head in his lap, knocking his phone out of his hand in the process. he laughed “y/n…your going to get me sic-“ he was cut off by your loud coughing. You looked back up at him smiling “I’m- not- sick-“ you were cut off multiple times by a series of sneezes

Tyler sighed “says the one coughing and sneezing all over me” he giggled. “What! that’s what allergies do to you” you insisted, trying to hold back another cough. “What proof! do you have that I am ‘sick’ ” you asked looking up into his eyes. He laughed “you’re coughing and sneezing everywhere, plus it’s been going around again, I’m pretty sure that’s enough proof to prove that you are in fact, sick” Tyler said bluntly. You scoffed “it’s just allergies..” you said trying to find something to argue back with. you could feel the drainage go down your throat.

Tyler resumed to what he was doing on his phone, as you sat up and walked into the bathroom searching the counter cabinets “I will show you…” you said pulling out a Covid test. he scoffed “I guarantee it will come back positive” he yelled out in response, not taking his eyes off of his phone. “NO IT WONT-“

———-

your smile faltered. you sighed, silently cursing to yourself. You walked out of the bathroom in defeat and stared at him until he looked back.

you sighed. “you can call josh….you freaking win this time Joseph” you said flipping him off and heading back into the bathroom. he started hysterically laughing while pulling up Josh’s contact to message him, and at the same time you started coughing so hard your throat started to sting and burn.

As you threw the Covid test in the trash you kicked the trash can in frustration, making your foot throb “CRAP” you yelled out in pain. “You ok?” Tyler yelled out in concern. “ty, I smacked my foot” you sighed “please help”. he laughed at your desperation and put his phone down, sitting up and walking towards the bathroom.

the sight was hilarious, for him at least. you were crippled over your foot on the bathroom floor. You looked up realizing he was there, you smiled “help please” you said letting out another cough, which made your throat burn even more. He reached down and grabbed your hips to pick you up into his arms, as you wrapped your legs around his body, holding on.

he kissed you on your forehead and carried you into the living room, putting you softly down on the couch as you laid your head back on a pillow, he stood up straight and just looked down at the sight of you dying on the couch.

he started laughing and made his way back to the bathroom “what? What’s so funny?” You said in frustration, crossing your arms. The pain in your foot went away, it was just a little red now. He walked back into the room with two rolls of toilet paper and a Walmart bag in his hands “you” he giggled, throwing the toilet paper at you

you wheezed, as both rolls hit you straight on, directly in your stomach.

he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pot, filled it with water and put it on the stove top, turning the heat up.

“what are you doing in there?” You asked confusedly, after hearing him opening and closing cabinets. “You will see” he said walking back into the living room and plopping himself onto the couch. “what do you need?” He asked wanting to help in anyway he could. “uh nothing comes to mind yet, my throat does hurt pretty bad though” you said with a weary smile. He smiled “Well im making something that will help” he reassured

“it better-“ you were cut off by Tyler Wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you onto his lap and bringing you into a embrace. he then proceeded to push his forehead into your stomach. the actions made you a fluster up . “Ty, you’re going to get yourself sick” you said, quietly laughing. he deviously smiled back up at you “How could I get sick if it’s just ‘allergies’?” He asked shooting your own words back at you.

“idiot” you said under your breath. he smiled hearing you say it. “mmm.. what did you say princess?” he asked, you could feel his lips smirking across your stomach. “nothing..” you said under a whisper and kissed the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair. He smiled at the action. He put you back down and got up heading back to the kitchen. you sighed missing the warmth.

You could smell he was cooking something… soup? Hold on, he can cook? “Ty! Are you cookin something in there?” You yelled out. he giggled “Maybe..” he said stirring the pot.

Around 15 to 20 minutes later he came out of the kitchen with two bowls of chicken noodle soup and a blanket hanging over his shoulder. “You can cook?” you asked laughing. He laughed back “yes.. I can cook, this is something my mom showed me a while back…” he sat down next to you and handed the bowl to you “this should help the pain in your throat” he said smiling. you took the spoon he handed you and took a sip straight away. Immediately the heat of the soup eased the pain in your throat, you sighed in relief. He wrapped the blanket around you, which you silently thanked him for. “holy crap tyler, this is really good” you said in delight. He rubbed the back of his neck happily “oh it’s nothing-”

———

After you ate you fell asleep on the couch as tyler held you in his arms with a soft blanket wrapped around yall, while watching something on tv.

you slowly started to wake up from the light blaring into your eyes from the window.

first thing you noticed was your nose, you could not breath at all, you felt like you were suffocating. second thing is, you have a really bad headache. Third thing you noticed was Tyler, you immediately calmed down from the anxiety of not being able to breathe and instantly relaxed as you sunk back into him.

he noticed you wake up from the quick intake of breath. “you awake y/n?” he asked quietly not wanting to disturb you. “Yeah” you said softly. You snuggled your head back into his chest and he giggled “you’ve been out asleep for a while now” he smiled

“Well allergies are hard” you said reaching over for the toilet paper he got you blowing your irritated bright red nose. He kissed you on your cheek. he laughed “your gonna get me sick aren’t you-“ Tyler cut himself off with a sneeze

He sighed “are you kidding-”

#tyler joseph #tyler joseph x reader #tyler Joseph x y/n #I cant believe im posting this #twenty one pilots #enjoy

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