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hey luv i hope you’re doing well! <3 i was wondering if you could write a cute tyler x reader for me 💗💗 thank you so much xoxo

Cloud 9

| Tyler x F!reader

Warnings: None

Authors note; I hope you love this! I tried my best but my mind is in other places really but it makes me happy to write to try and forget life for a bit! So thank you for requesting.

It was weird for Y/n, being in love with someone who’d make her stomach burst with fireworks.

But Tyler was that person that did it for her, just made her feel like she was falling in love each time they’d see each other. And that was now for her.

Y/n was just brushing her hair for the day before going out to the living room of the small apartment she lived in see Tyler on the couch, watching tv.

She smiled softly as she watched him, he looked over at her from the tv and smiled back, “ what’s up? “ he asked softly before making room on the couch for her. She kindly took the invitation and crawled onto the couch snuggling into his arms, “Nothing, just love being around you.“ she whispered softly her head laying on his chest as he flipped through the channels, Tyler smiled at her comment before playing with the end of her hair, “I love being around you too.“ he quietly said.

-

Y/n thought back when they first met—

She was leaving the coffee shop quickly to make sure she wasn’t late for work before accidentally bumping into a male, dumping coffee all over him. “OH, I’m so sorry!” Y/n quickly said as she just stood there looking at the now coffee on the males shirt, Tyler stood there hands out a bit as he looked at the coffee that now drenched his white shirt, “Uh, it’s okay, just this was my new white shirt since I ripped my last one.” Tyler said before looking up at the person infront of him seeing a beautiful girl infront of him, hair a mess with a disappointing look on her face.

She pushed her lips together in a straight line, “And that was my last coffee before work.” She whispered.

Tyler looked at her, “last coffee?” He asked confused. As she nodded.

“like my last bit of money till I get paid.” She said as she still looked at the coffee on his shirt wishing to go back to at least take a few sips of it before it spilled on a random dudes shirt.

Tyler nodded, “I just thought you meant like your last coffee for life like you were done with it after this cup, I’d probably have felt worse but now I feel like this is now my excuse to maybe ask you for coffee together so I can’t get you your two dollar coffee and I can talk to a pretty girl.”

Y/n was shocked as she looked up at him from staring at the coffee now stained on his white shirt, “I guess we would have too since I now owe you a white shirt.” She laughed awkwardly.

Tyler looked at his shirt again and shrugged, “ It’s okay, I can just buy another one.” Before grabbing his phone out of his pocket before handing it to her so she could put her number in.

-

Y/n stood outside the coffee shop a few days later on her day off waiting for Tyler to show up, they messaged for a few days before deciding on a day that she was off next.

She watched as Tyler crossed the street and met with her, her smile soft as she met with him, “I’m Y/n” she said holding her hand out.

Tyler laughed and shook her hand, “I know who you are, you don’t have to introduce yourself but I’m Tyler.” He said with a soft smile.

Y/n stood awkwardly and laughed, “sorry, nerves.” She said before they headed inside.

She pulled a small bag out of her tote bag she brought handing it to him before sitting down, “this is for you, still sorry for the shirt, I kinda guessed your size.” She exclaimed.

Tyler pulled the shirt out the bag and smiled and looked at her, “thank you.” He said placing the bag on the table.

-

Days after that date they talked more before continuing to go on dates and grow their relationship.

Y/n came back to reality from her daydreaming before looking up at Tyler with a smile, “Do you still own the shirt I got you on our first date?” She asked before Tyler nodded, “I also still have the coffee stained shirt, never threw it away.” He said looking down at her before placing a kiss on her head.

[wwisteriiaa]

Hey guys

Hey! I know I haven’t been writing but I’ve been dealing with a lot of medical problems, I have two appointments coming up one that are important and my mind has been focusing on that, I promise I’ll be writing soon. My requests are still open for everyone just I won’t be writing stuff that I wanna write just yet. Thank you for your patience. ♥️

All love, Wist.

[wwisteriiaa]

hellooo!! i really enjoy reading your stories so i thought i might try to send u a tøp request (if you're comfortable with it, of course!) so i thought tyler x reader, where reader (his gf maybe??) is very unmusical, like can't play any instrumentms or sing very well and is kinda insecure about that.. would love some fluff (a bit spicy??) but i'm excited to see where you take the story!! i'm fine with everything

thank uuu and much love!!

Like real people do.

| Tyler x F!reader

Warnings: None

Authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope I wrote it exactly how you imagined it! Thank you again darling!

Y/N sat on the worn-out couch in the corner of the studio, legs tucked beneath her, nervously twirling the sleeves of her oversized hoodie. The air buzzed with soft guitar strums as Tyler sat cross-legged on the floor, lost in whatever melody he was working out. He looked so at home surrounded by cables and instruments—like music was stitched into his skin.

She bit her lip.

He hadn’t asked her to sing. He never did. Not after the time she tried humming along to one of his songs and immediately apologized when she cracked a note. She remembered laughing it off, but deep down it stung. She wasn’t him. She wasn’t Josh. She wasn’t anyone who could keep time or hold pitch or even clap on beat.

“Hey,” Tyler said suddenly, setting the guitar down and turning toward her. “What’s that face?”

She blinked. “What face?”

“The one where you’re stuck in your own head. I know that face.”

She looked down, cheeks warm. “It’s nothing. Just… dumb.”

Tyler scooted closer, resting his arms on her knees so their eyes were level. “You never say dumb things,” he said softly. “Talk to me.”

She hesitated. Then, in a small voice, “Sometimes I feel out of place here. With you. In this world that’s all rhythm and sound and… talent. I can’t sing, or play anything. I can barely whistle in tune.” She gave a weak laugh. “It’s like I’m in a world I don’t belong to.”

Tyler’s brows knit, and he was quiet for a long second before he reached up and gently cupped her face. “You don’t need to sing to make music,” he said. “You’re the melody I come home to. The calm after the tour. The silence that makes the noise worth it.”

She blinked. “That’s… really corny.”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “But it’s true.”

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I don’t love you for your voice. I love you for the way you look at me when I play. The way you hold me when I’m not okay. That stuff? That’s harmony.”

She smiled, finally, feeling the warmth bloom in her chest.

“Besides,” Tyler added with a teasing glint, “your off-key humming is kinda growing on me.”

She rolled her eyes and smacked his arm. “Rude.”

“But adorable,” he said, grinning as he pulled her closer. “Very, very adorable.”

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You are in love. Pt2

| Josh dun x F!reader

Authors note: This is part two! So go to the first one in the master list I have and read that first!! I had to make a part two bc of how long it is! Lol

Pt.1 here

They didn’t talk for three days.

Not until she showed up in Chicago, unannounced, standing side stage again like nothing happened. Her hands were in her jacket pockets. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

And when he stepped off the stage, heart pounding, she walked past him without a word.

-

That night, he knocked on her hotel room door.

She opened it, quietly.

Josh didn’t speak. He just stepped inside, closed the door, and kissed her like he was trying to erase the last three days.

She kissed him back. Fierce. Needy. Messy. Like everything was slipping between their fingers.

But when it ended, her forehead rested against his, and she said:

“Tell me what we are. Because I can’t keep pretending I don’t love you.”

Josh’s breath caught.

She didn’t take it back.

And he didn’t answer.

-

They made a mistake in Seattle.

It wasn’t big. It wasn’t reckless. But it was enough.

A kiss outside the back entrance of the hotel. Late. Quick. One streetlight above them. Josh had pulled her in by the wrist, her laugh muffled against his jacket, lips brushing his like she couldn’t help it.

Neither of them saw the phone across the street.

-

The message came two days later.

Josh was in the green room before soundcheck when his phone buzzed.

Unknown Number:

You and Y/N look cute. Wonder how long you can keep that quiet.

Attached: A blurry but undeniable photo of the kiss.

His blood ran cold.

Another buzz.

Unknown Number:

I’m not asking for anything. Just letting you know how fast this kind of thing spreads.

You should tell people before someone else does.

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t have to. His hands were already shaking.

-

When he told Y/N that night, she didn’t speak for a long time. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the photo.

“That’s us,” she said quietly, like it wasn’t obvious. Like it wasn’t already over.

Josh sat beside her. “What do you want to do?”

She looked at him, eyes a little red. “I think I’m tired of hiding.”

“Yeah?”

Y/N nodded, slower this time. “I want to be able to look at you. In front of people. Without feeling like I’m doing something wrong.”

Josh exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for months.

“Then let’s do it.”

She turned her head, surprised.

“I mean it,” he said. “If it’s going to come out anyway, I’d rather it come from us.”

A beat passed.

“Are you scared?” she asked.

“Terrified,” Josh said honestly. “But I’m more scared of not being with you.”

And that was it.

The decision. Quiet, shared, wrapped in exhaustion and relief.

-

They posted the photo the next morning.

No caption. Just Josh’s hand on the back of her neck, their foreheads pressed together under a streetlight. Intimate. Real.

The internet exploded.

Fans screamed. Blogs speculated. Comments filled with everything from support to surprise to speculation.

But none of it mattered.

Because later that night, backstage, she leaned into his side and laughed at something he said in front of people, and Josh didn’t flinch.

They stood close. Didn’t move apart.

And when someone took a picture, they didn’t duck their heads or turn away.

Because now, the whole world knew.

And for the first time, it didn’t feel scary.

It just felt true.

It felt like love.

[wwisteriiaa]

Hey, I loveee the concept of she lit a fire, you wrote it so well! If it’s alright I would like to request another fic with Josh dun, and the reader being his celebrity crush. With a lot of pinning pretty please?

Hope you are doing well

XOXO

You are in love.

| Josh Dun x R!reader

Warnings: lil argument, slow burn, pinning

Authors note: It took me two hours trying to post this, it’s so damn long that my tumblr keeps crashing! Part 2 will be posted right after this!

The afterparty was loud—bodies pressed together, bass thudding underfoot, laughter echoing in the corners of the dimly lit lounge. Josh Dun hadn’t planned on staying long. He wasn’t really the Hollywood type—red carpets, champagne towers, velvet ropes. He was here on a whim, invited by a producer friend who liked Twenty One Pilots and thought it’d be “good energy” to have him around.

Josh had almost declined. But when he heard Y/N—yes, that Y/N—was starring in the film, something in him flickered to life.

He’d never met her. Just… followed her career from a careful distance. Watched her on late-night interviews, smiling with tired eyes. Laughed at behind-the-scenes bloopers she posted on Instagram. He didn’t even really know her. But he liked her. Genuinely. Quietly. The way you do when someone seems like they exist in a different stratosphere, and you’re okay just watching from the ground.

And now she was here. Across the room. In the flesh. Laughing with someone from the cast, champagne glass in hand, red lipstick slightly smudged like she didn’t care. She was wearing a soft-looking blazer over a slip dress, hair undone from the premiere, wild and free.

Josh tried not to stare.

“You’re doing that thing again,” his friend whispered, elbowing him. “Go say hi. She’s literally alone now.”

Josh blinked. Sure enough, Y/N was standing near the windows, scrolling through her phone. Alone. In the middle of all this chaos.

He almost laughed at himself. What was he gonna do, walk over and say what? “Hey, I’m Josh, I’ve had a crush on you since 2018 and I watched that one indie film you did three times because I thought you looked really pretty in it”?

Instead, he grabbed a drink for courage. And before he could talk himself out of it—he was walking.

Y/N glanced up at the sound of footsteps. Her eyes locked with his. And something shifted.

“…Hi,” she said, a little surprised—but not unkind. “You’re Josh Dun.”

He almost tripped on air.

“I—yeah. Guilty.”

She smiled. “I actually saw you earlier. At the bar. Thought I recognized you.”

Josh couldn’t hide the flicker of shock in his face. “You… you knew who I was?”

Y/N laughed softly, tilting her head. “Of course I did. You’re in one of my favorite bands.”

There was a pause, and then—

“And, okay, this might be weird, but I was kinda nervous to come over.”

Josh blinked. “You were nervous?”

Y/N nodded, cheeks pink. “I’ve had a stupid little crush on you since I saw your live set at Lollapalooza.”

Josh stared at her for a second, glass frozen mid-air.

They both laughed—awkward, relieved, maybe a little shaky. The kind of laughter you fall into when the world turns upside down in the best way.

“Well,” he said finally, voice soft. “Maybe we should stop being nervous. And just talk.”

She grinned. “Yeah. I’d really like that.”

So they did. They talked. For hours. Until the party faded into background noise and the only thing that mattered was how close they were standing, and how neither of them wanted to be anywhere else.

-

It started with late-night texts.

After that afterparty, Josh wasn’t sure if he’d ever hear from her again. Hollywood types were usually all charm in person, and then ghosts by sunrise. But at 1:42 AM that same night, his phone buzzed.

Y/N:

You weren’t kidding about being bad at small talk. That was kind of adorable though.

He stared at the screen for way too long before replying.

Josh:

I’m better at late-night sarcasm, if that counts for anything.

She replied with a gif of someone blushing. It shouldn’t have made his heart skip, but it did.

That was how it began.

Over the next few weeks, they kept talking. Just… talking. Casual. Low-stakes. At least on the surface. But underneath, it was messy. Restless. She’d send voice notes laughing at some dumb meme. He’d send videos of his dog when he couldn’t sleep. They shared playlists. Inside jokes. Half-finished thoughts.

But always with this unspoken weight in the air: do you feel this too?

-

When they finally saw each other again, it was by accident.

He was in L.A. for a shoot. She was back from filming overseas. She invited him to a casual dinner with a group of mutual friends. Harmless.

Until it wasn’t.

She walked into the restaurant wearing a faded sweatshirt and high-top sneakers, hair pulled up in a messy bun. No makeup. No cameras. Just her.

Josh was mid-conversation when he saw her, and he lost his train of thought. She saw him, smiled like she was relieved, and sat beside him—close enough that their knees touched beneath the table.

And neither of them moved.

Not for two hours.

-

Later that night, the two of them sat on a curb outside the restaurant, sharing a cigarette neither of them really smoked.

“You ever feel like…” she started, flicking ash with her thumb, “you meet someone and it’s so easy, it kinda scares you?”

Josh looked over. “Yeah.”

“I don’t get that often,” she whispered. “I thought maybe I made it up.”

“You didn’t,” he said, too quickly.

Their eyes met in the streetlight.

She looked away first.

-

Back in her apartment a week later, she let him crash on the couch after he showed up too late for his hotel check-in. They watched old movies, barefoot and sleepy, until her head accidentally slipped onto his shoulder. She didn’t move. He didn’t breathe.

Her fingers brushed his.

He could swear he felt her pulse in that one small touch.

But nothing happened.

Because neither of them dared.

Because this thing was still fragile. Too early. Too charged. Too much, too soon.

So he just stayed still. Let the moment burn quietly between them.

-

They were both cowards. They knew it. But neither of them wanted to risk breaking the tension. Not yet.

Because sometimes, the ache of almost is better than the pain of too much.

And maybe—just maybe—they were both waiting for the other to finally say:

“I want you.”

-

By the time fall rolled in, no one knew what they were.

Not friends. Not lovers. Not anything that could fit into a neat little box.

But something. Something that stayed up texting until sunrise. Something that knew each other’s coffee orders and the shape of each other’s silences. Something that lingered in doorways a little too long.

The first time they kissed, it wasn’t even planned.

-

It was raining in New York.

Josh was in town for a show. Y/N had flown in for press. She snuck into his hotel lobby without makeup or security, hoodie pulled low over her face. They ordered takeout and watched TV on mute, lying shoulder to shoulder on the floor of his suite, like teenagers hiding from something.

He turned to say something sarcastic—he could never remember what—and she just… leaned in.

It was soft. Quick. Her lips brushed his like a secret, like an apology for wanting something so badly.

And then she pulled back. Like it hadn’t happened at all.

Josh stared at her, stunned.

But she only smiled, cheeks pink. “You were talking too much.”

He didn’t ask questions. He just kissed her again—longer this time.

When she left the next morning, she wore his hoodie.

No one knew. Not the fans. Not the press. Not even Tyler.

They didn’t talk about what it meant. They just existed in that quiet, thrilling in-between—private moments hidden beneath layers of friendship for the world to see.

-

On red carpets, she walked alone.

At concerts, she stood side stage, hood up, lips pressed together while he played like she wasn’t there.

When fans posted blurry photos of them leaving the same party at different times, both of them stayed quiet. Because saying anything out loud would make it real. And real meant fragile. Exposed.

And neither of them were ready for that.

-

The kisses became more frequent, but never longer than they needed to be. Quick brushes in dressing rooms. Her fingers gripping the collar of his shirt before walking out the door. His hand on her waist in the dark corner of a stairwell.

But in public?

Josh laughed at her jokes like they were just friends.

She talked about his music in interviews like she didn’t know what his mouth tasted like.

They were careful. Excruciatingly careful.

-

One night, at a friend’s house party, Josh saw her across the room—wearing red, sipping something golden, laughing at someone else’s story. And she didn’t look at him, not even once.

Until he was alone in the hallway later that night, scrolling his phone like it mattered, and suddenly her voice was right behind him.

“You left without saying goodbye.”

“I figured we’re pretending we don’t talk,” he said, trying to keep his voice light. It came out bitter.

She stepped closer. Their faces inches apart in the dim light.

“You know I hate this,” she whispered. “But if they find out, everything changes.”

Josh nodded, jaw tight. “I know.”

And then she kissed him. Desperate, aching. The kind of kiss that tasted like regret and wanting and too much too fast.

But when they pulled apart, she fixed her lipstick in the mirror.

And walked away like she didn’t just undo him.

-

They were good at pretending.

But not forever.

And eventually, something would break.

But not tonight.

Tonight, they’d go back to pretending they were nothing at all.

-

It started small.

Little shifts. Barely noticeable, except to the two people trying to hold everything together with whispers and half-smiles.

Josh was on tour again. Y/N flew in for the second leg, slipping into his hotel room hours after check-in like she was part of the crew. She wasn’t listed on any passes. She didn’t stay long after shows. She kept to shadows and service entrances.

But it was starting to wear on them.

-

The first crack came in Dallas.

A pretty blonde from the label was backstage after the show, touching Josh’s arm, laughing a little too loud at nothing. Josh wasn’t paying her much attention—at first. But then she said something about his drumming and leaned close, and Y/N saw it.

From across the room, she saw it.

Saw the way his hand didn’t move. Saw the flicker of a smile, tight-lipped but there.

He didn’t see Y/N walk out.

-

Later, in the hotel room, the silence between them was suffocating.

Josh dropped his phone on the nightstand. “You okay?”

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed. “You looked real cozy with her.”

His brow creased. “What?”

“At the venue,” she said, voice too even. “The blonde. Laughing at everything you said like it was revolutionary.”

Josh blinked. “She’s just industry.”

“Right. Of course,” she said, nodding, lips pressed into a fake smile. “So am I, technically. Should I start hanging off your arm too?”

He exhaled. “You know it’s not like that.”

“Do I?” she snapped, and the quiet sharpness in her voice scared both of them.

They stared at each other. Tired. Worn thin.

“I hate that we have to hide this,” she whispered finally, eyes glossing over. “And I hate that you get to look like you’re single while I sit backstage pretending I’m just your friend.”

Josh swallowed hard. “You think this is easy for me?”

“No,” she said, standing. “I think it’s impossible. And we’re still doing it.”

She grabbed her hoodie from the chair. “I need air.”

Josh didn’t stop her.

He stared at the door long after it clicked shut.

-

Pt. 2 here

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How soon is now?

| Torchbearer x F!reader

Warnings: None

Authors note: For some reason it won’t let me add the request to this post so ima just post it and then tag the person since it wasn’t anonymous! But I really hope you enjoy and I promise I owe you smut! I’ve had a hard day with electric going out and tornado warnings! But enjoy! @izzybean

Clancy had barely been in camp two weeks, but he already had y/n full attention.

Y/n was always at his side — guiding him through the safe zones, translating Bandito signs, explaining how to sleep without flinching every time someone coughed near the fire.

Torch didn’t say anything, Not at first.

He watched from the edge of the camp, arms folded across his chest, eyes locked on y/n the way he always had — quiet, steady, unreadable.

But inside? Inside he was burning.

-

It finally snapped one night, just before dusk, when he found y/n in the equipment tent restocking Clancy’s supplies.

“You’re really making him your new project, huh?”

Y/n turned, startled. “What?”

He didn’t move from the doorway. His voice was low but sharp. “Clancy. You’ve been glued to him since the second he got here.”

Y/n blinked. “He’s new, Torch. He doesn’t know how things work yet.”

“Oh, and you’re the only one who can teach him?” His laugh was bitter. “Funny — thought I was the one you used to come to for that.”

The words hit hard.

Y/n stepped toward him, confused and angry. “What’s your problem?”

He looked at her — really looked at her — and it wasn’t just frustration in his face. It was hurt. Deep and old.

“You don’t talk to me like you used to,” he said. “You don’t look at me like you used to.”

“Torch—”

“No. You always ran things by me. We always figured it out together. Now I can’t even get a full sentence out of you without you running off to see if Clancy remembered to eat.”

Y/n crossed her arms. “This isn’t about him. It’s about you.”

“Yeah?” he snapped. “Then maybe you should ask yourself why it feels like I lost you the second he walked into camp.”

That made her go still.

Her voice dropped. “You didn’t lose me.”

“You’re not with me,” he said. “Not the way you used to be.”

The silence swelled between the both of them, heavy and hot.

Then, Torch said something so quietly she almost missed it:

“I was yours first.”

Y/n chest tightened. “Torch…”

His voice cracked. “You were the only person I let close. You know that. And now I watch you give everything we had to someone who barely understands how to breathe outside Dema.”

She took a step closer. “I was trying to help him. You know what it’s like to come out of that place.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I do. And I wanted to tear it apart with my own hands. But I never got to fall into someone the way he’s falling into you.”

Her breath hitched.

Torch looked away, as if saying it aloud had cost him something.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” you said softly.

“I didn’t mean to feel this way,” he replied. “But I do. I’ve tried to ignore it, bury it, tell myself we’re just friends like we’ve always been. But watching you with him…” His voice shook. “I can’t do it anymore.”

She stepped forward again. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

He met her eyes, guarded but flickering. “Because I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” she whispered. “But you should’ve known.”

“Known what?”

“That I was always yours too.”

His breath caught.

“You think I followed you all these years just for orders?” Y/n said. “You think I stayed beside you through every raid, every night in the cold, because I had no one else? I stayed because it was you.”

For a second, neither of them moved.

Then Torch stepped forward and kissed her like he’d waited years for it — like this was the fire he’d carried alone in the dark and finally let burn out loud.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against hers, he whispered, “Don’t follow anyone else.”

She smiled, tears in your eyes. “I never did.”

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I’m sorry no requests went out yesterday! We had a bunch of tornadoes warnings yesterday and i usually do my writing at night and my electric was out till 12:30! Then on top of it I woke up to my electric out again! Definitely not a fun time! But I promise yall that ima be getting these requests out tonight and tomorrow! Love you all! I’m also a mother so that’s why I do them at night cus I spend my day cleaning and taking care of my lil one! ♥️ I just wanted to apologize again for making yall wait a day! Gosh I ramble a lot 😫🤣

[wwisteriiaa]

Hiii, would you be comfortable writing Josh x female reader. But reader is older then him and maybe is part of mcr or like other band?

She lit a fire

| Josh x F!reader

Warnings: None

Authors note: Hello! I hope I did want you requested right! And hopefully you come back for more in the future! I hope you have a fantastic day! Enjoy!!

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Josh could feel the floor vibrating beneath his feet before the lights even dimmed.

The arena was packed-shoulder to shoulder, voices rising in waves like static-but his pulse had its own rhythm. He wasn’t just here for the music tonight. He was here for her.

Y/n

The drummer for My Chemical Romance.

The one who moved like the drum kit was an extension of her spine. The one who never said much in interviews but always had something in her eyes. And yeah—she was older than him. So what? That didn’t make the crush any less real. If anything, it made it worse.

He’d been a fan from afar for years. Every live clip. Every tour bootleg. Watching her was like watching fire: dangerous, beautiful, untouchable.

Until tonight.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, thumb brushing over the guest pass clipped to his belt loop. He still couldn’t believe Frank had given it to him. “Come through,” he’d said, like it was no big deal. Like Josh wasn’t seconds from short-circuiting.

The house lights dropped. The crowd exploded.

And then—there she was.

Y/N strode out onto the stage, low lights flickering across her silhouette. She didn’t wave or smile or say a word. She just sat down behind the kit, rolled her shoulders, and clicked her sticks together.

One, two, three, four—

The first downbeat hit like thunder. And Josh? He forgot how to breathe.

-

Josh stood there shocked at well the performance was, something he needed to tell Tyler when he got back home though Tyler would probably be upset with how late Josh was calling to fangirl over his crush to him but Josh didn’t care.

-

The band was still dripping sweat when Josh found himself standing awkwardly backstage, a cup of something fizzy in his hand and way too many thoughts in his head.

He hadn’t expected them to invite him back. Hadn’t expected Gerard to clap him on the back and say, “You drum, right? Come meet Y/N.”

His stomach twisted.

She was in the corner, towel slung around her neck, laughing quietly at something Mikey said. When she turned toward him, her expression shifted—curious, calm, unreadable.

“You’re the Twenty One Pilots guy, yeah?” she asked, voice a little rough from the set.

“Uh, yeah. Josh.” He cleared his throat. “Big fan. Of you—I mean, the band. But you, especially. You’re kind of… insane up there.”

Her eyebrow quirked. “Insane’s good.”

He smiled, heart pounding. And somehow, they didn’t stop talking. Not for five minutes. Not for ten. She leaned against a wall, still catching her breath, and asked him about touring, drumming, his tattoos. She listened like she actually cared.

-

Y/n listened as the male talked, interested in anything he said, which was weird for her as she was the quietest out of the band but since it was someone who liked the same interests as her she talked more and felt more comfortable then if it was a random fan or if she was at an interview.

Once Josh was done talking and it was close to leaving Y/n pulled her phone out and handed it to Josh. “here add your number!” She said as she watched Josh type his number in with a smile on his face.

“Thank you again for meeting me. Definitely was awkward at first but it seems like we have a lot more in common than just drums!” Y/n joked softly before being called to go on the tour bus

Josh nodded and laughed before saying his goodbyes and heading back home for the night his body still excited from the events that took place with the concert and meeting the band.

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Days went by with messages being sent back and fourth from Josh and Y/n questions being answered or asked or pictures being sent of new locations Y/n took or animals Josh took even an embarrassing picture of Tyler almost falling being sent from him to her.

Y/n felt the need to message him everyday even if it was something little or even a picture of something funny, she just felt this need to talk to him, The other members of the band teasing her about it but she ignored it as she continued to message him. She felt as if she began to develop feelings for him and she hoped he felt the same.

“Just ask him on a date.” Mikey said as they were on the tour bus to their next location, “How? We are literally on the road during tour?” Y/n said looking at him like he was crazy.

Gerard looked at her and rolled his eyes, “we literally have two stops left then tour is over, literally scheduled the date for next Saturday.” He said as he got up to get away from this mess and to lay down.

Y/n thought for a moment before sending a message to Josh asking to go on a date, to her surprise he said yes.

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Tour went by fast and days leading up to the date went faster in Y/n mind, she was nervous as she finished getting ready, a knock at her door pulling her out of her thoughts.

She opened the door to see Josh standing there dressed nicely with flowers, “you ready?” Josh asked as she nodded before quickly putting the flowers in some water before they headed off to their date.

The day was going well, Y/n asking questions about their next album and about other things that Josh likes, also talking about alien conspiracies.

As the date came to an end Josh walking her up to the door she turned to him with a smile, “I had a fantastic time Josh.” She said with a smile as he nodded agreeing along with her, “I’d love to do this again.” Josh said softly grabbing her hand, “I’d love that.” y/n replied back before placing a kiss on his cheek, “Thank you again Josh.” She said softly as she began to open her door Josh waving goodbye as he left.

Y/n closed the door behind her with a smile already planning the next date in her head.

“ I think I’m falling for Josh.” She whispered before getting ready for bed a smile never leaving her lips till she fell asleep.

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Wow! I’ve been on tumblr for 5 years with this account! It has definitely reach a place where I’m writing for the best fandom! The fandoms i went through to finally just be in twenty one pilots fandom is crazy and yall would definitely bully me for the stuff i use to write because it was HORRIBLE my writing has gotten so much better then it was years ago! So thank you to the amazing Twenty one pilots Writing community for showing love on my writing and requesting! Love you all! And please continue to show my account love! ♥️

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You know what’s funny trying to roleplay with AI like bro isn’t smart at all even when I give them a whole ass detailed plot. Bro I want angst and shit dude just jumps to pouring the characters feelings out. Anyway roleplaying with AI sucks. :)

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A Car, A Torch, A death

| Tyler Joseph x F!reader ( Tyler POV)

Warnings: Dark

Authors note: please not this is based somewhat of the song, it’s not entirely accurate around the whole thing. Please enjoy I tried my best! <3

The air was thin, the fog filling the outside as Tyler walked to his car. Quiet, the streets were empty which was normal for it being three in the morning. The start of the car making a noise through the empty neighborhood filling the sky seeming as it echoed but Tyler knew it didn’t it was just in his head.

He started to drive filling the miles up on his odometer. He could only smile softly before dropping it back to his blank face of no smile. He sat in silence as he drove as someone stole the radio out of his beat up car he had since highschool.

For some reason it seemed as he was driving to Her place, the place that was safe for him but it seemed as there was someone on her porch with a torch, Tyler was confused as he parked a bit close to the house, close enough to see what’s going on, He cracked the door slightly as his windows didn’t work and he fell out.

The memories of her after they both went separate ways, she packed Tyler’s car up that day and it was like she packed her heart up for him for the last time.

Tyler felt weird as he continued to look at the Person on the porch before being noticed by the thing, Tyler freaked out as he quickly tried to get off the wet Dewey grass from the rain they had earlier that night.

The figure came to him and it seemed as everything started to disappear his car magically gone as he stood face to face with this demon. And it seemed as Tyler was holding a torch making the dark night light up around them, Tyler looked around confused, he felt empty, he looked at the house she stayed it as he saw something else through her bedroom window as it crept in the room staying at the window so Tyler couldn’t see anymore of the room, the figure staying there for the night like it was a wall between them again.

The demon in-front of him laid out a plan in-front of him as Tyler looked at it, “I’ll take the grave.” Tyler softly spoke as he knew this felt like the end of the both of them, end of his story, like the demons were asking him to chose between Him or her and he knew what to chose, he began to understand why God died.

Why would God want to live in a world where someone he loved left him for his stupidity of not paying attention to her and brushing her off and Tyler knew he should’ve paid more attention, done more to keep her in his arms but this felt like the packing of the car again, when she handed him a jar full flowers that felt like a jar of her heart, the flowers he bought her that day when she decided to leave and not deal with the problem. Tyler knew she deserved better but he just didn’t step up to the plate.

That day she felt as Tyler ripped her heart out instead of fight for them, for him to be better but it was like he took it and kept it on his shelf as a trophy that he collected.

Tyler felt his body the small frame of his be in pain, feeling his eyes closed

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The morning light came through the window and Tyler jumped up in a puddle of his sweat, looking over at and seeing that she was still asleep in the bed next to him. It was a nightmare. A nightmare that he didn’t want to try to live in this world so Tyler decided then he needed to be better. His mind was telling him what would happen if he didn’t do better. To at least acknowledge the girl he loved that was in the bed next to him, So Tyler made it his mission for the rest of his life to make her happy because he truly did love her.

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Knee socks

| Josh x F! Reader

Warning; Smut

Authors note: Hello! I wrote this while in a zoom meeting so enjoy! Also it might not be perfect bc I haven’t wrote smut in so long. pt on my profile

You laid in bed once you have woken up, your head hurting from too much thinking the night before, you stared up at the ceiling not wanting to even check your phone.

You soon heard someone at the door; you quietly pulled yourself out of the bed. tiredly. you walk up to the door and look though the peep hole to see Tyler standing there with a bag.

you sigh letting the male in, "well thank you, took you long enough." Tyler grumbled before placing the bag he had on your kitchen counter, "so I saw the message, Josh sent it to me." Tyler said as you groaned as you shut the door before sitting at the kitchen bar as Tyler stood on the other side in your kitchen, "I don't want to talk about it." You said as you placed you head on the counter, Tyler pulled out Powerade and placing it on the counter, "So was the message true, you think about him in bed?” Your best friend asked concerned but also teasing you, you looked up glaring at the male, " Just shut up." You mumbled as Tyler laughed before seeking out food in your half fridge that looked like a collage kid owned by how little food you had.

Once Tyler filled his plastic bag back up with Chinese food you had and some red bulls, he then looked at you, " You know he messaged you back, you should probably look at it, anyway thanks for the red bulls and Chinese I'm going to now go eat this on my couch, text me later." You watched as Tyler left before plopping yourself on the couch before pulling out your phone noticing you had a few miss calls from Josh.

you sighed before opening Josh's message.

' Woah, that was a lot to say though I applauded you for telling me, I truly appreciate it, though I would love to talk in person about this stuff as it needs to be faced to face so we understand each other's emotions, I'll be over at twelve tomorrow so please except me, see you then.'

you quickly looking the clock noticing that it was around eleven, you had enough time to get ready to look like you didn't just wake up, you got up pretty quickly heading to take a quick shower and get ready for the day. Once you were done it was around eleven-fifty.

you sat on the couch waiting for Josh to arrive to your apartment it felt like a bomb was going to go off any minute with how patient and quiet you were, no tv, no music. Just you in complete silence which was weird for you.

there was a soft knock on the door, you quickly got off the couch before slowing yourself down before opening the door facing Josh.

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it was awkward silence since you let Josh in ten minutes ago, "We need to talk." You said to the male Josh turned to look at you after he got done looking at the pictures of you guys with Tyler you had on you bookshelf, " Look...Everything I said in that message was real Josh, because I mean who wouldn't like you, you are so sweet and caring. " You said as he smiled at you from the words coming out of your mouth.

Josh motioned for you to sit, once you did, he sat next to you facing towards you, " I wasn't denying your feelings with the message I sent last night I just thought being in person made it better for me to explain, so look I like you too like a lot, you're a good friend and probably much more and I wouldn't mind that maybe we got together if you wanted too." Josh said as you stared at him, shocked your mind feeling like that one episode of SpongeBob where the mini versions of him in his head was freaking out.

Before you could think letting your body really take over you clashed your lips into his, Josh didn't complain he took it as a maybe from you but he wanted too verbally hear it out of respect for you, "Yes." You said pretty fast before kissing him again.

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it was a few weeks since you and Josh got together, and here you were getting ready for date night with him to a restaurant.

Josh came into the bathroom as you were fixing up your hair, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he looked at you leaving him breathless, "You look good." Josh said as he bent down to kiss your cheek, you smiled as he did that before you soon felt his lips move down to your neck, "Josh we have reservations. " You giggled he hummed back at you his hands finding their way to your waist griping it slightly tight, "I can reschedule. "Josh said softly as you pulled the hair device that was plugged in out of the wall before you turned to face him.

Josh hummed looking at you again when he pulled away, you smiled before attaching your lips to his.

soon it went by fast, and Josh was quickly taking off your outfit you were wearing and throwing it on the floor as he moved you to the bed slowly as he continued to kiss you and your body, he laid you on the bed slowly as he moved to kiss your neck again before moving down to your thighs biting the skin slowly leaving small bite marks but not bruises. His tongue connected with your clit slowly licking and tasting you, you through your head back moaning filing the room.

The feeling his as he licked your folds felt amazing, soon you felt the sudden stop of his motions looking down at him you noticed him slowly move back up as he unbuckled his pants throwing them on the floor. you smiled at him as your eyes went down his body, his muscles just out in the open for you to see only not fans. he soon came down on you his lips connecting with yours again before sticking one of his free fingers into your folds to make you more wet for him, " I want you." you moaned out as Josh hummed kissing you again as he lined his member up to your folds, being a tease he slowly moved up and down between your folds making you groan at the teasing, "Come on." You mumbled as he laughed, "Anything for you." Josh said as he soon stuck his member into your wet folds, you gasped at the sudden pain at first before he slowly started to move in as your body adjusted around him before he looked at you to make sure he wasn't hurting you; you nodded as an okay to him.

next thing you knew he was going fast, "Fuck you feel so good around me." Josh Groaned as he kept filling you up with is member, " Josh, more please." You moaned out as he took that as a sign to go faster.

before you knew it you were a trembling mess below him before you felt your need to cum, " I'm coming." You moaned out your fingers running through his hair pulling at the ends as he kissed your neck viciously, soon the feeling warm liquid coated your thighs more as Josh began to cum mixing your juices together, " Fuck, that feels so good." Josh said as he had his head back as he filled you up before laying next to you on the bed, you breathe heavy feeling fantastic as you cuddled into Josh's arms before having to clean up yourself and him, " That was better than going out to eat." Josh said as you laughed a bit, "want to shower together." Josh asked as he sat up, nodding as you both got off the bed walking to the shower to probably have sex again.

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Authors note: well, uh hope you enjoyed, writing smut knowing others will read it was definitely hard because I wanted it to be perfect for you guys! so please tell me your Insite! I hope it was good, for some reason my drafts just won't save so I had to write this on my computer then on my phone so that was fun and my question mark on my keyboard won't work so yeah I had to copy and paste a question mark at the beginning of the story! but yeah! now my next story will be depressing as I'm writing it on my notes app before moving it to my app. anyway leave feedback and give a like and share! remember requests are open!!

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So as I was finishing up writing my lovely Part two of the Josh smut and when I went to save it as a draft to reread it and do some tweaks for some lovely reason it deleted the story! not the whole thing like not my Author note or anything just the story. So if anyone has a way to resolve this! Please help! Anywho back to rewriting shit I guess haha :(

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I'm Back!

Hello everyone! I'm back from my honeymoon! I've actually been back for a week now, but I needed to rest before I went back to writing! my wedding was amazing! I walked down the aisle to Oh Ms believer cello version! our first dance was a song by PTV and our last song we danced too was Saturday by Twenty-one pilots! and yes, we did get married on Blurryface 10-year anniversary! I will be writing the Josh story pt 2 soon! I will also be coming out with another Tyler one well really Clancy based of the song " a car a torch a death" it's one of my fav songs off my absolute fav album! so be on the lookout!! anyway you also might've seen my walking down the aisle video on the twenty one pilots reddit page if you haven't then go check it out my name is kind of the same on reddit that it is on here! also guess that's a face reveal if you do find the video I posted! anyway, have a fantastic night and be on the lookout of those two stories! who knows Maybe I'll be posting one later tonight if I'm in the mood too! also request bar is open so request if you want a story written for you!

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Hello! I know a lot of you guys want me to continue part two of the Josh story I did and I will! But I’m getting married at the end of this week really and been really busy with wedding planning but I pinky promise part 2 will come soon! Sorry for the long wait! Wedding planning had taken over my life 🤣♥️