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Overreaction (Josh Dun x reader)
Summary: Arguments over the littlest of things happen to everyone. It’s how you handle them that matters. In the early days of twenty one pilots, when their future isn’t guaranteed, Josh finds that he isn’t particularly good at handling stress...
Word count: 1794
Warnings: Josh is kind of an ass here, but definitely more in an ‘I’m stressed and don’t know how to cope’ way than an ‘I’m an actual prick’ way. You get me?
The house was quiet when he woke up. The sort of quiet that sat coldly in his bones and left a weight in his stomach, filling the air in every room and leaving everything feeling grey and still. His heart sank further as he stuck his head into the guest bedroom and saw the bed neatly made, the top of the dresser empty.
They hadn’t come back.
His mind was filled with images of the evening before as guilt washed over him.
“Josh, please, can you just lay off the drumming for half an hour? I just wanna get this last section done.” (y/n) dug their fingers into their temples, frowning over the essay they were trying to finish. When he’d suggested that they spend the afternoon at his flat so they could both finish the work they needed to do and then spend the weekend hanging out, they’d jumped to say yes. But while it had been a good idea at the time, things hadn’t gone quite to plan.
Josh had been working on some ideas for the music video he and Tyler were meant to be shooting in a week’s time while (y/n) was working on finishing an assignment that was due on the Monday. It was frustratingly difficult work, and at first their boyfriend’s presence was a relaxing one.
The two of them were sat on opposite sides of the breakfast bar, laptops and papers spread out in an inelegant tangle as they worked. The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and a soft instrumental playlist was on in the background. For a couple of hours, the atmosphere was incredibly peaceful. But then, Josh finished his work. And he got bored. He tidied up his laptop and notebooks to kill a little time, but soon found that he needed more to do.
Thinking back to the discussion he’d had with Tyler over some new ideas for songs, he decided to sit down at his practice pad for a little while and get some rhythms out of his head, see if any of them fit the beautiful words that his bandmate had put together. He slipped his headphones on and plugged them in, relaxing as he wrapped his hands around the drum sticks and got ready to play.
Engrossed in reading the resources they’d found, (y/n) jumped as he started tapping away, their concentration shattered. At first they tried to just ignore it and carry on, but the repetitive beats that only got louder and more complex made it impossible to keep their mind on the words they needed to write.
And so, they had politely asked him to stop.
Josh had barely glanced back at them, tapping his feet in time with the thoughts running through his brain. “I’m just tryna get this idea down so it matches the stuff from Tyler.”
“Yeah, but can it wait? Is there some other way you can think about it that isn’t so... loud? I’m still working.”
He sighed. “Babe, this is part of my work. So I’m still working too.”
“I get that, I do. It just doesn’t make it very easy to think about the history of genetics, you know?” They’d laughed slightly, trying to lighten the mood a little. But a dark cloud had descended over the room, and Josh’s continued frown made their smile fade.
“Look, this is important.”
“I never said it wasn’t.” Now they were frowning too. “I just asked-”
“I’m trying to make this whole band thing work, okay? And maybe you don’t think that takes as much effort as a fancy college degree, but it’s damn hard.”
(y/n) felt like a deer in the headlights, taken aback by the sharpness of his response. “Hey, I know how hard you guys are working on this, and I know how much it matters to you. All I’m asking for is half an hour of quiet so I can get this done. And then I’ll sit and listen, okay? Maybe I can try and help you go through some of the ideas you’ve got.”
He sniffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, like you actually care. All you can think about is yourself.”
Their jaw dropped as he turned back to the kit, hitting the pads even harder now that he had some anger to get out of his system. “Josh, I-”
“No, it’s fine! It’s fine that you’re more worried about one stupid essay - one essay that won’t even affect your perfect GPA anyway - than you are about me being happy with my career. Nice to know. Really.”
He’d never snapped at them before. Tears prickled hotly at the corners of their eyes. Silently, they gathered their things and packed them into their bag, dipping into the guest room briefly to get what little else they’d brought. Then two doors slammed, one shortly after another.
It took almost an hour for Josh to notice what had happened in the aftermath of the argument. Finally satisfied, he put his sticks down - and turned to face an empty room. That’s when he realised that (y/n) had grabbed what little they had brought round to his place and left.
Groaning at his own idiocy, Josh found himself getting anxious. Last night he’d assumed they’d just gone home, but what if something had happened to them while they were out? What if they were in a hospital, or being held hostage by someone, or... no, he couldn’t think like that. He sighed, chewed at his lip, and made the decision to phone them. It was obviously better to apologise in person, but somehow he doubted that showing up at their apartment unannounced would be welcomed. Besides, just hearing their voice for the moment would be enough to assuage his growing intrusive thoughts. The phone rang through a couple of times before abruptly cutting off. Nothing. But with the short ring period, he knew it wasn’t because their phone was broken or switched off. They’d declined the call.
Pacing back and forth across his living room, Josh rang Tyler instead. Thankfully, his best friend answered straight away.
“Yeah?”
“Ty, I screwed up.”
“Oh, I know.”
He stopped walking for a moment, frowning. “Wait, what?”
He could hear Tyler close a door before answering. “(y/n) came here last night. And dude I’ve gotta tell you, I haven’t seen them that upset in a long time.”
Josh felt his heart sink. “What did they say?”
“That you made them feel like you didn’t want them there. That you told them they didn’t care about you, which a blind man could see is total rubbish.” His friend sounded angry, and he was definitely starting to feel that it was justified. “They said that it was you who didn’t seem to care about them. That you didn’t think about the fact this essay is due Monday and they’ve got a midterm on Wednesday, even though they’d told you all about how worried they were when they got to yours. Dude. You were a real jerk.”
He let his head drop against the wall with a soft thud, feeling well and truly like an idiot. “I don’t even know why I said all that stuff. I feel terrible.”
“Yeah, you should. I had to come and pick them up because it was getting dark and they were crying too much to keep walking home.”
He felt his heart sink painfully. “I... I made them cry?”
Hearing the crack in Josh’s voice, Tyler sighed. “Look man, just get over here. You’re both a bit calmer now, and you can talk things over. You can apologise.”
“I- Yeah, okay, that’s a good idea. I’ll be there soon. Thanks man.”
Burying their hands in the hoodie’s sleeves, (y/n) chewed at the dry skin on their lips until Tyler nudged them in the side.
“Hey, knock that off. You’ll make them sore.”
“Are you sure he’s not still mad at me?”
Tyler pulled them in for a hug, rubbing their back soothingly. “Hey, I know he isn’t. You know, I don’t think he was ever really mad at you in the first place. Just real stressed. And that’s not me trying to excuse what he said to you, because it was totally out of line. I just don’t think he’s capable of being mad at you.”
A knock on the door interrupted them, and he let them go so he could go and answer it. When Josh set eyes on them, red around the eyes and pale with lack of sleep, he burst towards them and took their hands in his, babbling almost frantically.
“Shit, (y/n) I- I’m so, so sorry. I have no idea why I said the things I did - I shouldn’t have, no way. None of those things were true. I think I - everything lately has been so hard, so uncertain - I just want us to do well, and... your degree is so stable and nothing I do is guaranteed and that... I don’t know, maybe it - I don’t even know!”
He was practically tearing his hair out at this point, and (y/n) stopped him with a hand on his cheek. “Hey, slow down. One thing at a time. Were you really mad at me yesterday?”
“No, of course not. I think I... I was just worried about a lot of things and you happened to say something at the wrong time.”
“So you... you don’t really think that I don’t care about you?”
He could see them welling up again, and opened his arms for a hug the same way he always did - never pulling them in first, always checking that they were okay with the contact before doing so. They leant into him, tucking their chin on his shoulder as he held them as tightly as he dared.
“No. I think that’s the worst thing I said to you, and I don’t even know where it came from. I just - I am so sorry, babe. I hate that I treated you like that.”
“Thank you for apologising. And, I forgive you.” They pressed a soft kiss to his lips, hands resting against his chest as his moved to their waist.
When they pulled back he barely gave them a second to breathe before kissing them again with a little more force, his tongue dancing at the seam of their mouth.
“Oh, gross. I leave you two alone for five minutes and this is what happens.”
They pulled apart, both giggling a little at the look of mock disgust on Tyler’s face. Beneath it, the relief was clearly visible.
“Sorry man.”
“Yeah, whatever, I’m just glad you two are okay now. Next time, get a room that isn’t my kitchen, deal?”
“Deal.”
#twenty one pilots#josh dun#josh dun x reader#wee bit of angsty stuff but it's a nice sweet ending i swear#x reader fic#fanfic#writing challenge#tyler joseph being a good friend#drabble#oneshot#fic
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Tyler had just up and disappeared one day, out of the camp, and knowing him, they all could conclude he was dragged back, but when days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, and not a single hint of him still being alive was made, they began to worry. The possibility that he may have fell victim to vialism brought immense grief to the Banditos, because nothing else could explain why no signs of him were made. If he was just brought back and had continued working under the City before he joined the Banditos, then someone would have saw him throughout the days, just as what happened the previous times he was brought back.
But his spot at his usual work station stayed empty.
Until one day, during the Annual Assemblage of Glorified, did the people of Dema enter the presence of a new Bishop. After months of only 8 bishops, the grief of losing Keons still heavy in his citizens hearts, witnessing 9 bishops entering the Ceremony hall once again brought chattering, forbidden during such a sacred moment. Bishop Nico had to give a stern demand of silence just to start the Ceremony.
After it had concluded, Nico had introduced the people of their new ruler who was to take over Keons district. A young, doe-eyed, blank faced man hid behind the veil attached to his newly donned red cloak. He stayed silent throughout the night, as Nico spoke for him.
"He's prepared to follow in the footsteps of the great leader before him, maintaining his part of our great City."
When news hit the camp of the new Bishop, the Banditos were a light with mix emotions. How, in such a short span of time, did they fill Keons role? It put a dent in their plans. How were they to take down 9 leaders if one was just going to be replaced before they could get rid of another one?
They had already began stirring up ideas on how to eliminate the new Bishop, concluding that, because he was relatively new, disposing him would be quicker than going after the seasoned Bishops.
But planning ceased when the worse news broke out. When the name of the new Bishop was released.
Bishop Tyler.
#drabble#textpost#Trench#Demaverse#Bishop!Tyler#Bishop!Clancy#I didn't realize I said Tyler instead of Clancy until I finished#am too tired to fix view it as whoever you want it to be i know some ppl see Ty and Clancy separately#I just woke up this was based off a dream and I had to write it down before I forgot#instead of Tyler is was me in the dream but we're not here for self indulgence#this is not proof-read I have to get ready for work now lmao#also-never raw dog a story in the tumblr drafts it sucks#write your work in a word doc and then copy paste it here you'll save yourself the trouble#top#tyler joseph#trench#josh dun#twenty one pilots
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cliquetober day 11: antlers (a twenty one pilots drabble)
Fandom: Twenty One Pilots
Word Count: 315
Trigger Warnings: None!
Author’s Notes: Something a bit more lighthearted for today KJDHSFG
❝ After the events of The Outside MV, Tyler finds out he has antlers on his head.
“They’re going to notice, aren’t they?” ❞
also read it on ao3!
Josh froze, his eyes widening. “Uh…Tyler?”
The other man turned to look at him as he waited on the beach. “Yeah?”
Josh didn’t know what to say. He glanced at the top of Tyler’s head, then back to his face. “You kind of…uh…”
“Kind of what?” he asked.
Josh motioned to where his beanie sat. Tyler mimicked his action, but immediately paused. Something was growing from the top of his head.
He felt around more and found a wood-like texture. His fingers met pointed ends, branching out from a single stem.
His eyes widened. They were antlers.
He looked at Josh. “Dude, what the– How did–”
“I don’t know!”
At that moment, Tyler remembered the ritual. If there was one thing he knew about the Neds, it was that he didn’t know much at all. He never knew they could grow horns, let alone be used to intercept the Bishops.
“Where’s Ned?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” replied Josh. “He’s not in the cave.”
Tyler’s brow furrowed as he sighed. The two of them had only heard rumors of the ritual, with the Glorious Gones and their glowing eyes. “Do you think this ever happens to the Bishops?”
“They don’t have antlers, as far as I’m aware,” Josh said.
“They could always cut them off. Seems in character for them to have horns.”
Josh laughed. They kept their torches raised, mirrored by distant lights from the opposite shore. The other Banditos would be here in a few minutes to bring them back to the main continent.
Tyler felt the antlers on his head again. He paused for a moment. “They’re going to notice, aren’t they?”
The other man tilted his head. “...Yeah, they probably will,” he replied. He tugged his friend’s beanie to somewhat cover the pointed tips. “That might work. They won’t see a thing.”
Josh couldn’t help but smile. Tyler sighed.
#twenty one pilots#twenty øne piløts#twenty one pilots fanfiction#clique art#clique writing#skeleton clique#cliquetober 2022#cliquetober#cliquetober day 11#tyler joseph#josh dun#twenty one pilots bishops#banditos#trench#dema#scaled and icy#twenty one pilots the outside#drabble#sulat ni kad
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Looking at your last reblog I never peeped Michael Trevino’s eyebrow lift and side gaze at Joseph pushing Klonnie…can you imagine Tyler being forced to be the wingman for Klaus?
Suddenly, I'm feeling creative. I haven't written a drabble or a fic concept in a while. I couldn’t help but try this as a prompt. First, check out my previous ask here (TLDR: Klaus and his inner wolf being thirsty as hell for Bonnie) on the inspo behind this post:
Red Moon, Red Roses
Klaus watches her. His eyes follow her every move. The Bennett witch doesn't know he's there (or does she?), but he makes note of all his observations in his mind. What started his sudden fascination with her? It was Rebekah and a throwaway remark about her friends needing Bonnie more than she needed them. It was true. Without her, they had nothing. With the distance growing between Bonnie and her friends, his world was filled with possibilities. Could he recruit her? Attack her? Charm her? Kill her? Seduce her?
He lies to himself about not knowing what he wants from the girl. His inner wolf was screaming at him. It was the night of the red moon that he crawled himself to her. He fought his wolf, but Klaus couldn't resist the siren's call. Those golden eyes trailed her every move. The girl- The woman wore a long, thin nightgown and gently applied lotion to her body. He could practically smell her skin. Roses.
He knew the truth. Bonnie was his heart's desire. Klaus' wolf wanted nothing more than to knock on her door, but he couldn't. The vampire kept him away. He couldn't do it. He refused to be rejected and be unwanted again. Before leaving, he plucks a flower from her garden (the same one she used to make perfume). He drags himself home and finds himself being questioned by his hybrids in the morning. Where was he? He wouldn't tell them. It wasn't until Tyler suspiciously commented that he smells like Bonnie that Klaus' hopes rise.
Tyler was her friend. They weren't particularly close, but Bonnie cared for him. Klaus remembered her concern when he turned the Lockwood boy. Tyler was not a threat to him as a potential rival for his beloved. However, he could be an asset. Tyler was Klaus' way in. The wolf was his chance to be closer to Bonnie. Tyler would help him willingly or not. The football player reluctantly agrees to assist Klaus in his pursuit of Bonnie. Tyler knew it would be hard to convince Bonnie to give the Original a chance, but he'd do anything to keep Klaus from looking at Caroline.
Watch out, Bonnie. Klaus is coming for your heart.
#klonnie#bonnie bennett#klaus mikaelson#bonnie x klaus#klaus x bonnie#tyler lockwood#tvd#the vampire diaries#the originals#anon ask#rikkisinbox
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Blurb/Drabble Request Idea
CLOSED
So, I do have a pretty bad case of writers block at the moment but, I came up with an idea that has helped me in the past to get my creative juices flowing lmao. I mean I have also been a little unmotivated but, I think this will also help with that too. Pretty much I will put some smut and fluff prompts below and you guys can send in one for me to write. Now, they won't be long fics like imagines but either headcannons, blurbs, or drabbles, whichever of the three I decide to do for each fic.
Event Start: February 8th 2023
Event End: February 13th 2023
Navigation | Masterlist
Information About The Event Below The Cut!
Rules
send a prompt + character from the list below.
please keep it to only one ask per section please.
18+ for the smut prompts or at leas 16+.
please don't mix prompts together, only one prompt per ask this time!
only request for characters mentioned since not all characters from each of the fandoms i write for will be there.
please don't get mad at me if i don't answer your ask when you want me to, i can only do one at a time.
only send prompts that are mentioned below please.
also please give me a little bit of context for what you want the blurb to be about unless you just want me to write anything for the prompt.
anyone can participate in the event.
Characters
JJ Maybank - Outer Banks
Rafe Cameron - Outer Banks
John B Routledge - Outer Banks
Topper Thornton - Outer Banks
Eddie Munson - Stranger Things
Steve Harrington - Stranger Things
Billy Hargrove - Stranger Things
Damon Salvatore - TVDU
Stefan Salvatore - TVDU
Klaus Mikaelson - TVDU
Maddy Perez - Euphoria
Nate Jacobs - Euphoria
Cassie Howard - Euphoria
Xavier Thorpe - Wednesday
Tyler Galpin - Wednesday
Rudy Pankow - Celebrity
Drew Starkey - Celebrity
Chase Stokes - Celebrity
Austin North - Celebrity
Joseph Quinn - Celebrity
Smut Prompts
Prompts by @streets-crimes
{ Putting } a hand over their mouth to be quiet.
{ Calling } them late at night to come over.
{ Licking } their neck to make then gasp.
{ Crying } because of how good it feels.
{ Holding } their shoulders for stability.
{ Kissing } the marks you left on them.
{ Interlacing } your fingers during it.
{ Waking } them up with oral.
Prompts by @leneemusing
[ SIT ] for one character to finger the other who sits in their lap fully clothed, keeping an arm around their waist to make them stay still.
[ RISK ] for one character to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat.
[ WATCH ] for characters to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise.
[ DELAY ] one character is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbuttoning/unzipping their clothes.
[ MESS ] our characters are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex, but sender starts to finger receiver.
[ TENSION ] one character is patching up the other's injuries which leads to intense eye contact, lingering touches and then finally crashing their lips against each other's.
[ DEBATE ] our characters are arguing because receiver is worried and overprotective of sender, but when they get up in each other's faces they end up kissing and groping at each other.
[ SENSUAL ] for sender to slowly undress receiver, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.
Fluff Prompts
Prompts by @streets-crimes
{ Wrapping } character wrapping them in a warm blanket straight out of the dryer.
{ Kissing } character kissing them and watching them blush.
{ Making } character making their favorite meal just because.
{ Taking } your character stargazing.
{ Tucking } your character into bed when they find you on the couch sleeping.
{ Dancing } in the kitchen with your character at night.
{ Baking } your character a birthday cake to surprise them with.
Tagging People Below
@pankhoeforlife @strokesofstokes @adventuresinobx @drewbooooo @ceceswriting @blueicequeen19 @gillybear17 @lovedetlost
#yammy's fics#event#yammy's events#prompt#prompts#smut prompt#smut prompts#fluff prompt#fluff prompts#smut#fluff#writing#writing prompt#writing prompts#we love writers block#but i think this will be fun
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(I never made a drabbles banner, what the heck—)
Feet kick nervously against the doctor’s exam table, spongey against the worn sneakers with crinkly paper at every tiny movement. It feels pretty familiar.
The door opens and he lifts his head up.
Chase had been assigned this patient after his previous attending had…a little falling out with him. Well, one of them, from what Chase was told. After House had seen him work with Iris using hypnosis, it’s like the Head of Diagnostics had been hypnotized into finding more D/ID cases on Chase’s behalf. It wasn’t like it was his specialty, that was, rather comfortably, surgery, thank you very much. Hypnosis didn’t even always work with every patient. It wasn’t ever one size fits all with any mental disorder. Robert didn’t fancy himself a psychologist.
So he focused on what he knew.
“Joseph,” he began after a brief knock to let the patient know he was entering (something House never did), “how’re you feeling today? Has the tenderness improved at all?”
Tenderness of what? Were chicken tenders part of his medicine? Better… Was he feeling better? That, he could answer.
“Um, okay.”
Chase wasn’t going to jump on it—assuming wasn’t ever good, but he could observe for another minute or two. His initial assessment figured that Joseph Moore wasn’t so…fidgety and shy-looking when he was in the hospital. Typically, he was exasperated, exhausted, and desperate to leave as quickly as possible.
Smaller words, maybe?
“Does it hurt on your cheek, right here?” Chase taps the spot where Joe’s bandages are on his own cheek to show where he means. Was this alter called Joe, even? Sometimes they shared names, from what Chase understood. Sometimes there weren’t many differences between parts at all. “Or anywhere new? Headaches, upset…tummy?”
“Um, I threw up yesterday. But that’s cuz of the, um, candy. It’s spooky time…so there’s candy…” He fiddles with Joe’s sleeves, hiding his fingers deeper in them because they looked…really long, like always. Like he was a skeleton creature.
Oh, Isaac was telling him things.
“My cheek hurts but I’m taking the…the mecidine. The p…mecidine.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls them out, shakes them so they rattle and he smiles at the noise. “Um. I don’t know what they are, but I took ‘em cuz it was my turn… They taste bad. Do they have, um…candy ones?” The room is getting smaller. Tucker holds the pills in his hands loosely and looks at the door. Chase glances over his shoulder, thinking House had walked in. Nope, no one.
“If you don’t want to talk with me, that’s okay. I’m only here to help you out, okay? It’s best if you’re honest with me.”
“I fink m’gonna go, actu’lly. You’re nice, but I’m, I’m tired, mister.”
“Okay,” Chase said, keeping the skepticism completely out of his voice that his brain tried to put there. “You can go. We can reschedule, okay? You come back when you… Oh—“ Chase stepped forward and caught Joe as he leaned forward, the closed pill bottle falling to the floor.
Joseph came back and sat up slowly, pressing his hand hard over his eye to try and stave off a migraine forming behind there.
He hissed and looked up at the bright lights. Hospital? Shit.
Joe looked more upset than anything.
“What did I do now?” He asked the doctor standing looking concerned in front of him.
“Uh, nothing,” Chase said. “Do…you think you did something?
More rubbing at his eyes to try and wake up. “No, just… Sorry.” He knew to lie a little better now, but Robert knew, so… “I don’t remember getting here, that’s all. I’d hate to think that…”
“Tyler,” Chase realized. “You’re worried about Tyler coming back.”
“I didn’t— Did he— How do you—“
“Your psychologist came by once he’d heard you were admitted last month, for your injuries. I’m sorry to frighten you. So far as I know, whoever I was just talking to…was young. I didn’t get a name.”
Joe sighed and saw his pills on the floor. At least Chase wasn’t bruised or bleeding, so maybe he just dropped them instead of started a fight over them.
“I don’t know all their names either, it’s fine.” He get down off the exam table to get the pills and almost fainted from the rush of blood following the movement. He got himself back up.
“I need a minute, I think. Can you…give me a minute? I’ll probably be…here, more, in a few minutes and…y’know, I’ll be more useful than a three year old or whatever.” The headaches usually did mean a little, or an asshole. Somebody he didn’t know.
Chase nodded. “Of course. I’ll go get you some water.”
#drabble: joseph#feat. robert chase#ooc#study: joseph#study: pragmatis#headcanon: pragmatis#[ .tuck :3 ]#tw: vomit mention
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Tell Me We’re Okay
Pairing: Tyler Joseph x Reader
Warnings: Angst, profanity
Word Count: 1958
Request: please please please do a Level Of Concern type chapter!
Author’s Note: I tried to balance scenes from the lyrics and scenes from the music video so that I could capture all of Level of Concern! Also, requests will be opening on Friday, so start thinking of ideas :) I hope you enjoy this one! (picture credit)
Your foot tapped nervously against the tile floors. You already had one hand tightly gripped around the straps of your backpack, ready to pull it up over your shoulder as soon as you got the ok to leave. Class was supposed to end nearly five minutes ago, but your professor was still droning on. At this rate, you were going to miss your normal bus home and end up waiting fifteen minutes in the rain for the next one.
“Sir? Class is over,” someone hesitantly said, their hand barely raised over their head.
Thank you, random classmate.
“Is it? Oh, look at the time! We’ll finish this next week. Thank you.”
You shot out of your seat, pulling your backpack over your shoulder as you weaved through the other students who were still packing up their things. If you were fast, you could probably still make it the two blocks down to the bus stop in time.
To your surprise, Tyler was standing just outside the classroom, his back pressed to the plain white wall. He looked up when he heard the door open, a smile instantly lighting up his face. In one fluid motion, he picked up his backpack from where it was sitting on the ground and fell into step with you.
“I was wondering where you were,” he said, a smile still plastered on his face. “I got here like twenty minutes ago.”
“Sorry, class ran late,” you said, as if it were your fault. “Did you need something?”
“Um, I did actually. That’s why I waited out here to talk to you.”
You didn’t have time for his lengthy explanations. “Can you make it quick, Ty? I really need to make sure I don’t miss the bus.”
“Yeah, ok. So, basically, my music professor wants us to film a video for a piece that we wrote earlier in the semester. I’ve been brainstorming all week and I haven’t come up with any video ideas that I like and I’m starting to get really stressed out because we only have a few days left. Plus, there’s this girl in my class - Julie - who already did hers and it’s really good. I don’t know if I can live up to that. I even called Mark to help but he’s out of town this week so he can’t.”
You pulled your hood up before pushing open the metal door that separated the stairwell from the outside world. The sound of rain splashing against the pavement instantly filled your ears, making it more difficult to hear Tyler. He was still rambling on about his project.
“What I’m trying to get at is that I was wondering if you had any ideas?”
“Ty, listen,” you stopped walking for just a moment, “I would love to help, but I don’t have time to sit here and help you brainstorm. I need to catch my bus so I don’t end up stuck in the pouring rain for twenty minutes. I’ll call you later, alright?”
Tyler’s face fell, but he nodded slowly. “Cool. See you later.”
You gave him a quick kiss and turned just in time to see the bus come over the hill up ahead. With rain splashing over your feet, you jogged the final blocks to the bus stop and boarded just before the doors closed.
* * *
“Again?” you muttered as the familiar beginning of Tyler’s voicemail played. You had called him numerous times over the past couple of hours, but each attempt was sent straight to voicemail. If you were being honest, it was starting to get a bit worrying.
You set your phone down, deciding to wait another fifteen minutes before you attempted to call him again. It wasn’t like him to not pick up your calls, but maybe he was wrapped up in his music project and didn’t hear his phone ringing. This wouldn’t be the first time it happened, you had lost count of how many times Tyler had missed your calls when he was doing homework or writing music.
Your phone buzzed a few minutes later. Eager to see if it was finally a response from Tyler, you ignored the paragraph you were reading to check your messages. As expected, there was a new message from Tyler, but it wasn’t as friendly as you had hoped.
Tyler: Please stop calling, I’m trying to get this project done.
Y/N: Did you need help?
You tapped your fingers against the edge of your phone, waiting for the little bubbles to pop up and let you know that Tyler was typing. It wasn’t until just after you had given up on waiting and gone back to reading that a text message from him finally came through.
Tyler: I thought you “didn’t have time to sit and help me brainstorm”
“Shit,” you muttered, reading over the text message a few more times as you tried to think of a good response.
Y/N: I was just worried about missing my bus, but I’m more than happy to help you now
An uncomfortable pit settled in your stomach as you waited for Tyler’s answer. It wasn’t like you two to get into fights, and you hated to think that Tyler might be mad at you for a little while. Could you really not have sacrificed fifteen minutes to help him out?
Tyler: You don’t have to
But you wanted to. Without a moment’s hesitation, you stuck a post-it note in your textbook and closed it with a thud. Your shoes were still sitting by your bed from when you had gotten home, so you quickly slipped them on and grabbed the rest of the things that you were going to need.
You weren’t going to let Tyler deal with this alone.
* * *
“You’re not my pizza,” was the first thing out of Tyler’s mouth when he opened the door.
“Sorry to disappoint,” you said.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to help,” you smiled. “And I brought snacks.”
On the way to Tyler’s house, you had made a quick stop to the grocery store to pick up some of his favorite things: Red Bull, you weren’t sure how long this video shoot was going to take, his favorite candy, and a couple bags of chips. Along with keeping you two fueled, you also hoped it would let your apology go over a little bit smoother.
“I’m really sorry for how I acted earlier today. It was wrong and I should have stayed and helped you out, even if it meant taking a later bus.”
Tyler crossed his arms, “I was explaining how much of a toll this project is taking on me and it’s like you weren’t even listening to me.”
“No, I know. I should have been a better listener and I’m sorry for that. That’s why I’m here now, to make up for it.”
Tyler pursed his lips and held a hand out, motioning for the plastic grocery store bag that you were carrying. You passed it to him, half expecting him to take it and shut the door in your face. He opened it up and looked through it, examining the contents.
“Apology accepted, you can stay,” he said, looking up at you with a smile.
“So we’re alright?”
“Yeah, we’re ok. Come here.”
Tyler held out an arm and you happily buried your face in his shoulder. The button down that he was wearing was a bit scratchy against your cheek, but you were just happy that he wasn’t mad at you.
“I love you,” you mumbled.
“I love you too.”
“So, how should we start brainstorming?”
“Well, I actually have an idea. Here, let me show you.”
Tyler grabbed your hand and led you towards the basement. Your jaw dropped as soon as you reached the bottom of the stairs. There was stuff all over the place: outfits thrown over the back of the couch, multicolored lights, flashlights of various sizes. The only clear space was right in front of Tyler’s desk, which just so happened to be where the camera was set up.
“What is your idea?” you asked, beginning to slowly tiptoe through the piles of stuff towards his room.
“Since it’s about quarantine and bunkers and all that, I thought it would be cool to make a music video that’s also sort of a home video. It’s actually really nice that you showed up because I needed a second person for the other camera.”
“What about your family?” you asked, suddenly realizing how silent the house was.
“They went out to dinner so I could have a quiet workspace, but that was before I realized I needed a cameraman.”
“That was nice of them.”
“Yeah, it’s a lot easier to film without someone constantly yelling.”
“Zack?” you laughed.
“Exactly.”
Tyler set the bag of stuff you had brought down on his desk and collapsed on his bed. You sat down next to him and slowly laid back next to him.
“So, where do we start?”
* * *
You quickly lost track of time as you and Tyler worked on the video. It was surprisingly fun helping him out, doing things like costume changes, helping him with his instruments, or finding the perfect angle for a shot. There were a few hiccups with Tyler not being totally happy with something, but you always managed to calm him down and get it fixed. As it turns out, the two of you made a pretty good team.
“Alright, I just need to add the credits and then it’s ready,” Tyler smiled.
“It only took us…” you picked up your phone and checked the time. It was almost one in the morning. “...seven hours.”
“Hopefully the outcome will be worth it.”
“It will,” you smiled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I told a friend in my class the other day that I haven’t been this nervous about something since I asked you on a date,” he laughed.
“This project means a lot to you, it makes sense to be nervous.”
“I know.”
You smiled as Tyler typed your name into the credits under the title “Assistant Creative Director.”
“That’s a nice title,” you laughed.
“Maybe one day it will be on a music video for millions of people to see,” Tyler said, leaning his head against yours. “Alright, are we ready to watch?”
“Yes.”
Tyler passed you one half of his earbuds and stuck the end into his computer, which was whirring loudly from trying to run the editing software. You gave him a thumbs up and he hit play.
There was a smile on your face for the entire video. You loved everything about it, from the music that Tyler had worked so hard to produce to the dance moves that he had whipped out for the camera. You were glad that he had a tripod for those shots, you weren’t sure that you would have been able to keep the camera steady enough while you were laughing at how cute he was. There were even a few shots that you had made it into.
When the video finally ended, you turned to Tyler with an excited smile on your face.
“Ty, this is amazing. You nailed the assignment.”
“You think so?” he asked, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly.
You nodded, “I really do. I loved every second of that.”
“Thank you so much. For your support and your help, it really helped keep me calm,” he smiled.
“Of course, I’m always going to be here for you.”
Tyler grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss. You smiled and leaned closer to him, finally letting the exhaustion from helping him set in. On his computer, the music slowly faded out.
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For in-lore storytelling, do you prefer referring to our main boy as Tyler or Clancy? Is Clancy just the character Tyler plays in the lore or do you view them as separate characters?
Or is the name Clancy just a penname Tyler coined to hide his true self from the bishops? As in, Clancy is just a name Tyler hides behind in his writings but even to the Bishops, his name stays Tyler?
#died#top#sai#tyler joseph#sai clancy#I plan on making more drabbles but idk what name to use#Im referring to Tyler's role-as in the character we see in the mvs#some ppl still say Clancy and Tyler aren't the same#some say Tyler took Clancys name after Clancy in sai era#and Im just wondering if my lil short stories will make sense if I use only one name#i don't want to mix them and confuse my storylines
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Forget The Night
Pairing: Tyler x reader
Word Count: 600
Warnings: Language, Angst, and talk of ~the sexuals~
Author’s note: I hope you enjoyed this short little Tyler drabble!
“Tyler I really think you should go to bed,” you suggest to your husband who was hunched over his keyboard. You placed your hands on his shoulders and start to give him a little massage, making him roll his head.
“Everything just sounds the fucking same,” Tyler stood up abruptly, making you jump a little. You were shocked at the language that he used since he rarely swore.
“Ty-”
“I need alone time, please just go up to bed,” he walked into the kitchen with his hands held up behind his head. It was around one in the morning, and the last thing you wanted to do was head upstairs.
“I don’t care if you need time alone. Tyler Joseph, I am your partner, and I know when your brain starts to torture you. Either come upstairs with me or I’m going to drag your sorry ass up there,” you stare him in his eyes. He mouth dropped a little, not knowing what exactly to say.
“I don’t understand why you can’t just let me-”
“What? Wallow in your own self-pity at one in the morning?” you interrupted him. You walked over to him and grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs.
“My head hurts,” Tyler threw himself on the bed face first. You walked over to the bed and sat next to him. You scratched his back softly and gave him soft kisses on his neck. You flipped him and you could see his eyes were wet with tears.
“Ty, my love, talk to me,” you placed a kiss on his eye, drying his tears.
“What if I’m not good anymore. What if I’ve run out of creativity?”
“Music runs in your blood, my love. You will always be able to create music,” you tried your best to reassure him.
“I just keep on feeling like a failure.”
“Well you aren’t a failure and you need to try your best to fight those insecurities. Remember, cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight.”
“You can’t just use my own lyrics to prove your point,” Tyler chuckled a little, finally letting a smile emerge.
“Well you wrote them for a reason, and you need to listen to them more often!” You stood up from the bed and started to get undressed.
“How did I end up marrying the most gorgeous person in the world?” he stood up and walked over to you, and held you from behind.
“Ty, I need to put my pajamas on,” you whispered but he was already planting kisses down your neck.
“But you look so good like this,” his hot breath on your neck sent chills down your spine. He always knew how to make you blush.
“I don’t want to be the only one naked,” you whispered. Tyler threw his shirt off, revealing his tattoos on his body. The black was iridescent in the lighting and you went over and traced the black bands around his elbow.
“I want to make love to you,” he murmured.
“I would love that.” You grabbed his hand and led him to the bed where you laid on top of him and showered him with kisses.
The lovemaking was passionate and made Tyler forget about all his insecurities from the night. You both ended up a sweaty mess as you laid your head on his chest. Tyler drew circles on your shoulder as he kissed you softly one last time.
“Time to sleep, my love?” he asked.
You nodded, “I love you, Tyler Joseph.”
“I love you more, Y/F/N Y/L/N.”
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cliquetober day 8: piano (a twenty one pilots drabble)
Fandom: Twenty One Pilots
Word Count: 426
Trigger Warnings: None!
Author’s Notes: Tried giving a crack at Cliquetober and writing something, I'll probably write more for the succeeding days :0
❝ Tyler didn't know when he'd last seen his piano. It had no place in DEMA.
Part of him didn't want to make music for the Bishops, but who was he to disobey? ❞
also read it on ao3!
Tyler didn’t know when he’d last seen his piano.
Still, from memory, it was clear. He could still feel the ivories under his fingertips, still hear different melodies from over the years woven together into wonderful tapestries of sound. It was an old friend, familiar and faithful. Even when no inspiration came, it was there for him, waiting patiently. It had practically become a part of him. It was his keeper of secrets that could only be expressed in song.
His piano had no place in DEMA. He thought it would never fit in with the city’s dull grey walls. It was the antithesis to everything the organization stood for; the instrument gave him a freedom that the Bishops could never provide. At least with its music, he would have a way to fight against their shifty plans and agenda of vialism.
That’s why he was so surprised when the Bishops tasked him to make music, but for their own purposes.
He thought it was a trick at first, a diversion, a test of his loyalty. But when he realized they were serious, he didn’t really know what to think. Music and the Bishops, he didn’t think they could ever mix. One was a free-flowing river, the other a stiff, stern pillar. An unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.
Part of him didn’t want to comply. He felt sick at the thought of music – his weapon – being used as propaganda. He took it as a betrayal of everything the medium stood for, and all that it had done for him. How could he follow through? What would the Banditos think?
But who was he to disobey?
He made the album, did as he was told. He soaked every line in saturation until it made his eyes bleed. He met the Bishops’ specifications, lying through his teeth with a dash of sugarcoating. Everything was packaged neatly with a little bow on top, until it would be shipped off to the citizens of DEMA.
Nevertheless, he remained patient. Apart from the Bishops, he was the only one who knew the album’s true meaning. So, everyday, he held out hope. Quietly, relentlessly, he hoped that someone somewhere would hear each track for what it is. That they would see past the sickening sweetness, and wake up to the broken whispers of truth from the city’s underbelly.
He knew, one day, he would leave the city. But for now, he’d settle with staying alive, and hoping that his piano would be the weapon that it was always destined to be.
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Love Song Drabbles: I Found
Love Song Series
There is a playlist on Spotify called ‘You and Me’. I have decided to start a loosely affiliated drabble series based on these songs - one for each song. This drabble is part of that series.
Welcome to ‘Love Songs’.
I Found
Word Count: 1344
Summary: Tyler is expecting you to show up at a major hometown show, but you are missing. Hurt and confused he gets some news he wasn’t ready to handle and finds some feelings he didn’t know he had. TylerxReader
Notes: This drabble is based on the song ‘I Found’ by Amber Run.
Warnings: Mentions of past injuries and hospitals.
Dedication: @ohprettyweeper
“The tickets will be waiting for you at the box office,” you could hear Tyler’s smile through the phone, “so make sure you bring an ID to pick them up.”
“Of course,” you tried to sound excited through the pain.
“And I assumed you would be bringing Marie, so there are two tickets,” his voice changed from excited to concerned.
“Thanks,” you count out the painkillers in your head before picking them up from the counter.
“Are you alright?” his voice was small, “you seem distant.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you wince, you weren’t doing as good a job as you thought, “I just have a headache is all.”
“Another one?” his voice was serious now, “you had one just the other day too.”
“It’s just stress from work, is all,” you pop the pills into your mouth, “promise.”
“As long as you are taking care of yourself,” he seemed to relax.
“I am,” you quickly swallowed a glass of water.
“I’m so excited to see you,” Tyler said softly, “it’s been too long.”
“Yeah,” you smiled. It had been almost a year since the last time the two of you had spoken face to face - too long. While you had been close since about your sophomore year of high school, this growing thing between the two of you had never really been addressed. You didn’t keep in touch with other friends from fifteen years ago like you did him, and there was something that wasn’t there before. It sat between the words you did manage to say, like a weight on a scale, tipping your feelings in his direction.
“I’m going to let you go, so you can get some rest, okay?” he yawned.
“Okay,” you resisted the urge to yawn as well.
“Good night, Y/N,” he paused for a moment. “Sleep well, Lollipop.”
You felt your heart skip a beat, he hadn’t used that name for you since before the band had gotten big. It had been years.
“You too, Maverick,” you returned the gesture, hoping it sent some of your feelings silently over the phone.
“See ya.”
“Yeah, see ya,” you hear the silence settle on the other end before lowering your phone from your ear.
You would talk to him tomorrow after the show. You had to. About everything.
Tyler threw his arms in the air, the roar from the crowd washed over the stage like a breaking wave.
Another glance over his shoulder, towards the side of the stage - the tech shook his head.
Feeling his heart drop a little lower, his fingers found the keys for the next song and he shook his head, a little harder than normal to adjust his thoughts. He needed to be here, to be in the now - these people had come for a show and he would give them one. They were important and should be his priority. But the empty stage left, and the unclaimed backstage passes slowly ate away at him as the night wore on.
“This next song is for my main man, Josh,” he pushed through, he always did.
“What’s going on, man?” Josh wiped down his face with the white towel. “You’ve been off tonight.”
“I’m sorry,” Tyler’s fingers massaged his forehead. “She didn’t show up.”
“Y/N?” Josh frowned as his shoulders fell, “so, Marie didn’t either?”
“No,” Tyler’s voice was quiet.
“You should call them,” Josh put the towel down and stretched his sides, “something might have happened to them.”
“Yeah,” Tyler dug through his dressing room bag, “I just hope they’re alright.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing serious-” Josh was cut short by the look on his bandmates face, “what is it?”
“I have sixteen missed calls from Marie,” he rubbed the back of his head as he pulled up the voicemails, “I think I might need to go.”
“Yeah man,” Josh watched Tyler pace as he listened to the panicked sound in Marie’s voice over the phone.
Tyler’s eyes were wide as he jumped between messages. “She’s at Wexner,” he cut off Marie’s last message, “let’s go.”
He paused in the doorway of the small hospital room. It was dark except for the small fluorescent light near the bed. Marie turned in her chair to look at them, there were tears in her eyes. She bit her bottom lip before turning back around.
Tyler slowly crossed the room. Stopping at the end of the bed.
And I’ll use you as a warning sign.
That if you talk enough sense, then you’ll lose your mind.
“She looks so small,” his voice was barely audible. The number of things hooked up to your body was overwhelming. “What happened?”
“They think she blacked out,” Marie’s hands were in her lap, she was wringing them together, “she ran a light and hit a tree.”
And I’ll use you as a focal point.
So I don’t lose sight of what I want.
“Blacked out?” Josh stood behind Marie, resting a hand on her shoulder gently, “is that something she does?”
“It’s happened a few times before,” Marie glanced up at him. Tears ran fresh down her face, “I should have taken an hour off work,” she began to gasp for air, fighting back sobs, “I should have driven her. She had been having headaches, I knew it wasn’t good for her to be driving alone.”
“Hey, hey,” Josh came around the chair, “this isn’t your fault.” He took her hands in his.
Marie was trying to regain composure.
And I've moved further than I thought I could
But I missed you more than I thought I would
Tyler’s hands slowly found their way towards yours, “she had a headache last night.”
“Did she?” Marie wiped her cheeks, “you should tell the nurse when she comes back. She didn’t mention it to me, so I wasn’t sure when her last one was.”
“Why was she getting headaches?” Tyler’s fingers wrapped around yours, “what are they from?”
“She was in a really bad car accident almost a year ago,” Marie’s hands squeezed Josh’s, “the Doctor’s aren’t sure why she keeps having them, or why she’s blacking out. She’s been getting tests done.”
“Why didn’t she say anything to me?” Tyler’s eyes began to fill with tears. He continued to stare at your face, all bruised and cut up from the collision.
And I'll use you as a makeshift gauge
Of how much to give and how much to take
“You were touring,” Marie sighed, “she didn’t want to burden you. It seems silly now, but she was so determined not to be a bother. Not to dissuade you from what you were doing.”
Tyler clenched his jaw, “yeah that sounds like her.”
Marie stood up, “I’m going to go get some coffee. Give you some time with her.”
“I’ll go with you,” Josh trailed after her. “That is,” he paused and glanced at Tyler, “if you’ll be okay.”
He only nodded.
I'll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
“You’re an idiot,” he mumbled to the room, “you should have told me.”
He leaned forward and rested his forehead against the back of your hand.
“If you don’t wake up from this,” his voice caught in his throat, “I’ll never forgive you, you know.”
He felt some pressure as your hand gently squeezed his. He looked up. Your eyes were still closed but he could tell you were listening.
“I sang a song for you tonight,” he ran his finger tips over your knuckles, “it’s an old one, I’m sure you’ll remember it.”
He inhaled and began to sing, his voice quivering, “The only difference between life and dying, is one is trying, that's all we're called to do. So try to love me and I'll try to save you. Won't you stay alive? I'll take you on a ride, I will make you believe you are lovely.”
And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me
Talk some sense to me
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Change of Pace
Happy New Year!
New Year's Eve Tyler Joseph x reader
no pronouns used, reader is a teetotaler but just bcuz I am, kissy kissy, you kiss mwah
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The balcony is a stark contrast to the wild party inside, and you're glad to be out and away from it, even though you had been having fun, just for a minute it was nice to be able to breathe without drunk partygoers all up in your space.
You hear the glass door slide open, and a guy steps out next to you.
You can't really make out his features in the dark, but you swear he was the guy up and killing it at karaoke no less than an hour ago.
He glances at you, as if asking permission. You nod and he leans on the railing beside you. He eyes the cup in your hand, a plastic instead of a flute.
"What are you–" he starts to ask but you cut him off. "A club soda; I don't drink."
"Ah, I see."
He shifts on his feet. "Do you.... So uh... Do you know Josh?" He asks. "Yeah,"
"I swear I've met or maybe seen you before, but I don't remember."
"You're uh.... Tyler, right? Tyler something?"
"Joseph. My friends call me Tyjo." He jokes with a conspiratorial wink, making you chuckle.
"Yeah...." You look out at the trees of your friend of a friend's yard, leafless and dusted with snow, most of them birches. You'd always thought views of trees from off the ground pretty.
"So how are you...?"
"So you're– sorry, you first."
"No I was just silence filling, you go ahead."
"So how are you feeling about, y'know, this year ending?"
"Good riddance," you say. "It's been garbage." You groan. "What about you?"
"I... It's been awful. Like nothing too bad has happened to me, me personally, but, nothing good has happened either. I'm hoping things will be better...."
"I feel that," you mutter. "I tend to feel bad for no reason."
"Same here," he sticks his hand in his pocket, fiddling. "Like a lot of the time.... I need change of pace." He lets out a sigh. "Sorry," he chuckles, shaking his head. "I'm a little tipsy."
"Happens to the most of us." You say, giving him a shrug. He looks at you, with an odd sort of adoration in his eyes.
You hear cheers from inside, and look up to see fireworks popping and snapping loudly above, over the treeline, framing the sky with red and blue and gold. You turn to Tyler, about to speak, though you're not sure what you want to say.
He takes in a breath, stepping toward you, not even setting his drink down he presses his lips to yours. It's kind and pleasant, rather soft for what you could've expected, and you feel warmth in your chest as his hand graces your cheek.
It's sadly over before you can really, well, kiss him, and you feel a chill as he pulls back.
He takes a sip of his champagne, bashful as his eyes avoid yours and his ears tint hot pink. "Happy new year," he says with a shy smile. You can't help but smile back. "You too; happy new year." You throw back the rest of your sparkling water, taking his hand.
You needed change of pace, too.
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can you do a sadist tyler x reader drabble
i started on a super dark blurry + reader fic which is sorta like sadist tyler but i can do this one for now:
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“you’re always so composed, you know that? you’d look so pretty tied up underneath me, crying and begging” tyler confessed to you one day. you were both having a lazy sunday in bed, and he was spooning you while you were watching a netflix horror movie marathon.
“begging you for what, hmm? and why would i be crying?” you ask, indulging him. you feel like you should be surprised, but in reality, you’re far from it. you’ve seen a certain glint in his eyes when you cut your finger chopping veggies. he cleaned your wound and wrapped it in bandage, but you could see the slightest hint of a smirk when you hissed at the sting. you also had a hunch for why horror was tyler’s favorite kind of movie. he enjoyed watching you squirm at particularly gory scenes, and jump at the jump scares. you noticed that you get super horny around your period, and a way to get his attention is to complain about your cramps. he’d ask questions about how bad it hurt, and it always ended in the most intense make-out and fuck-session. there had to be a reason for all this.
what you were surprised about was the level of arousal at his answers to your questions.
“you’d be begging for my cock, and for me to let you cum. but i wouldn’t let you. not unless you…” tyler stopped and you let out a sigh you’d been holding, swallowing hard.
“unless i what, tyler?” you asked, feeling him hardening against your ass. he kept quiet, breathing heavy.
“not unless you let me try something if i promise you’ll have a safe word” tyler said, wrapping his arm around your front and sliding his hand into your panties, sliding his fingers into your wetness.
“and judging from how wet you are, i think you’ll like it” tyler said, tone darker and giving you a head rush. he continued fingering you and he rocked his hips against your ass. you were hooked.
an hour later, tyler had you exactly where he wanted you. the safe word was “melon” and you surprisingly hadn’t thought about using it. not because what tyler was doing was too soft, but because you’d never felt more at the complete mercy to him. you were intoxicated by this side of him, and this side of yourself you didn’t know existed.
“please fuck me ty-i mean sir, please?” you beg, legs squirming as tyler slid his fingers up and down your inner thigh, teasing you. he had no emotion on his face as his fingers drew closer to your flushed, dripping pussy from his earlier ministrations that he didn’t finish. he had no intention of touching you, just studying your face and twitching body spasms. your ankles were tied to each end of the bed post, legs spread wide. your arms were tied above your head as well, which you’ve tested multiple times to free them to no avail. tyler laughed at your attempts.
“you wouldn’t escape if you tried, look at you. nothing but a little whore for me to use. if you really wanted me to stop, you’d use the safe word, right?” tyler asked. you whimpered in response, bucking your hips up.
“please” you add as his fingers lightly caress your outer lips. you squirm more, trying to get the slightest touch on your aching clit. the clamps he put on your nipples weren’t helping, making you all the more sensitive when you squirmed and your tits moved around. you’re sure you have the female version of blue balls. tyler laughs again at your attempts.
“answer my question or i can just stop playing with you altogether” tyler said, taking his hand away and pretending to look disinterested.
“okay, you’re right. i would’ve used the safe word” you said, confirming his thoughts. a mischievous grin spread on his face and he knelt between your legs. your instinct was to close them, forgetting they were tied, because you knew this meant another bout of pussy-play, slapping, and orgasm denial. your pussy couldn’t handle anymore abuse, already red and dripping with arousal. you haven’t even been penetrated yet.
“fuck, look at you. my own little…mmm.” tyler said, staring you up and down. you laid there, panting and bracing yourself for whatever lust-filled thing he had in mind. he bent forward and started eating you out, and your head spun with excitement at the direct stimulation. your legs jerked, desperately wanting to squeeze your thighs together and hold his head there. your arms jerked, wanting to comb your fingers through his fluffy dark hair and press his head down harder. you bucked your hips up, frustrated with his light, slow flicks of his tongue to your clit. it was enough to keep you on edge, but not get you to where you needed. he pulled away, smirking at your disheveled, desperate look.
“pleeeeeeease sir, please let me cummm” you begged harder than you ever had, actually sobbing. you were shocked at how far you let this go. it made completely no sense why you hadn’t said the damn word. but you knew if you did, it would be over, and tyler was loving this too much. you were loving this too much.
“so pretty, baby. so pretty for me, shhh” tyler soothed, straddling you so he could wipe your tears. he was still fully clothed and you hissed at the fabric of his shirt rubbing against your clamped nipple. your eyes closed from the praise, and when you opened them, you were staring into those dark, cold eyes. he kissed your lips and you invited his tongue in your mouth, kissing him back. it was wet, sloppy, and passionate. he moved back to kneeling between your legs and unzipped his pants, pulling out his rock hard cock that you’ve been craving. your pussy contracted at the sight and you were practically drooling.
“i think you deserve to cum now” tyler said, leaning over your body and guiding himself to your entrance. you gasped as he entered your slick heat and at how sudden you were full. your hands grasped at nothing, desperate to wrap yourself around him and get him deeper. but he did it for you, angling his hips and crashing them into you at a hard, steady pace. you were so overwhelmed with joy at finally getting what your body craved, you came uncharacteristically fast and hard, your face contorting and head tilting back as you squeezed around his cock. only then did his hips falter, slamming into you a few more jerky times before cumming inside you.
he rode out his orgasm, softly rocking into you until he softened and you relaxed around his cock. he pulled out, gently kissing your forehead, cheeks, and lips before removing the nipple clamps and untying your limbs. he held you for awhile, then you both took a bath and changed the stained sheets. replaying the events in your mind, you felt this was a side of tyler you could get used to.
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best part of me ~ Tyler Joseph (song drabble)
my masterlist │ my song drabbles
song used as inspiration: jeremy renner ~ best part of me
words: 1.7K
approximate reading time: about 10-15 mins
a/n: hola, babies, here we go with the second song drabble!! i actually have to admit that it's much harder than i originally thought it would be, writing a oneshot using song lyric. but it improves your writing, your imagination and i'm more than ready for it. oh and also it's fun. i hope you enjoy reading them just as much as i do writing them. please leave feedback, i'd appreciate it more than anything. and feel free to request!!
"Stop smiling at me, I keep on messing up my sentences when you look at me like that," (y/n) giggled, hiding her blushed cheeks in her palm that wasn't holding her phone.
Tyler didn't seem bothered by her request and continued staring at his own screen with a delighted and dreamy, beaming smile splitting his face.
"Please," the girl pleaded when she glanced back at him from inbetween her fingers and saw that he hadn't changed his expression.
"I can't help it, my face looks like this whenever I look at you." Tyler shrugged.
"I'm gonna end this call if you don't stop." (y/n) threatened, knowing that there wasn't any other way to achieve her goal.
"No, don't!" The young man exclaimed immediately before pressing his hand against his mouth, eyes widening, speaking the rest of his speech much quieter. "I keep on forgetting that it's the middle of the night here. The sunlight behind your back confuses my mind."
"I still don't understand how you manage to stay awake. You should be hella exhausted."
"I'm fine, I'll sleep on the tour bus. We only have travelling ahead of us all day so I'll have all the time I need," he waved his hand nonchalantly. "I wanted to catch you as soon as you get back to your hotel room."
"Well, you succeeded. I actually didn't even have the time to go and pee before my phone rang." (y/n) chuckled, shaking her head in loving disbelief.
"You can go now, if you wanna." Tyler offered. "I'll wait for you."
"It's okay, I can keep it in until the end of this call."
"Yeah? And what if we don't end it for like five hours?"
Tyler watched delightedly as the girl started laughing once more. It had always been one of the most amazing feelings when the reason behind the bubbling, angelic laughter erupting from her throat was him.
"We will," (y/n) said as soon as she calmed her breathing back down. "I won't let you stay up all night because of a stupid FaceTime call."
"It's not stupid, it's with you." Tyler argued, making the girl roll her eyes from his cheesiness. "Anyway, what are your plans for tonight?"
"Nothing special, probably watching TV in this very room, maybe I'll get a bottle of wine or something," she shrugged.
The boy felt his heart ache hearing her words. It wasn't how she should spend her birthday. It's a once in a year occasion, it should be something more special. But still, there wasn't anything they - or simply just him alone - could do. Tyler was on tour in London, (y/n) was in Los Angeles for a work meeting.
Both of them stayed in hotel rooms, but two different ones, with an 8 hour time difference and thousands of miles between them. The only way he could help her feel less alone was through this video call and he was determined to keep her company for as long as he could or as long as she wanted him to.
"I'm sorry for missing your birthday," he whispered into the silence.
Slight anger bubbled in (y/n)'s chest once more as she was reminded of the fact yet again that it indeed was her birthday that she had to spend all alone in a hotel room. Without him.
"Stop apologising, Tyler."
"But I have to. You gotta know how sorry I am."
"You saying that a million times doesn't make anything any better," she said, voice cold and emotionless as she tried hard to fight back the sudden urge to cry, her lip only slightly quivering but it was visible enough for Tyler to notice.
What are you doing?, he scolded himself in his head. All you wanted was to keep her happy and now you're making her cry.
"You don't understand, you never do!" (y/n) spoke up again. "I try to tell you this every time when you're missing out on a special day but you never seem to realise that I'm right. If you keep saying sorry, it'll only remind me over and over again, and it's just making things worse. If I don't think about it, then it's fine and I can stay happy but when you keep mentioning it, I can't shut it out and instead of being happy I'm back at being upset."
It felt good finally letting all of it out, though when she saw Tyler's eyes and the sadness and self-hate in them, all she wanted to do was to turn back time and take back everything she said. She knew he didn't want to hurt her and he was truly upset for all the anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's days he had to miss because of touring. But he had to know that not mentioning these would make everything so much better. They could just pretend it was an ordinary day they had to spend apart.
"Do you want me to leave now?" Tyler asked quietly.
"What? No!" the girl called out with widening eyes. "Why would I want that?"
"I don't know. Maybe to get rid of my constant apologising," he shrugged.
"There's a better way for that. You promising that you'll stop it." (y/n) smiled at the screen to calm him down.
Oh, how stupid she was. She really should've thought it through in her head before letting it all out on Tyler. He took things like this so much more serious than other people. He would blame himself now for making her angry and sad. He would think she deserved someone better and distance himself.
She knew it perfectly. It already happened twice in the past year only, and both times it was her fault. She had to be more careful with what she said around the boy.
"Are you sad?" Tyler whispered after a few minutes of silence. "And answer honestly, please."
"A little bit," (y/n) whispered back.
They stared at each other intensely, the eye contact only breaking when the girl's (y/e/c) orbs got blurry with tears. She tried to blink it away but one drop escaped and rolled down her cheek, Tyler following its route with his gaze.
"Please stop crying," he spoke up. "You know how much I hate it when I can't be with you and calm you down."
(y/n) let out a faint chuckle, nodding. "I know." She reached up and with the edge of her hand, dried the skin of her face.
"I promise we'll never spend another special day apart."
"Don't promise things you can't keep," the girl shook her head.
"I'll keep this. I swear."
"It's not up to you to decide when can you be home or not when it comes to touring."
"If there's a tour in our way, you'll simply come with us," Tyler stated as if it was that simple.
"Yeah?" (y/n) chuckled again. "What about my work?"
"I'll figure it out," the boy smiled, feeling more sure now that he saw his technique to cheer the girl started to work. "Maybe you can quit it."
"Quit it? Are you crazy?" And there it was, a loud, honest laugh escaping her lips. Tyler mentally fistbumped himself in the air, feeling proud.
"It may sound crazy, but I mean it," he continued. "You could come with us, travel the world and be by my side all the time."
"Sounds amazing, but I have to work," the girl sighed.
"Why do you have to?" Tyler frowned.
"I don't know," another giggle. "I think I'd go mad if I didn't have to work. I'd be restless."
"Okay, we'll find a solution another time. But don't forget about it. Now, do you wanna watch a movie?"
"Well, yeah, that was my plan, but it can wait if you still wanna talk."
"No, do you wanna watch a movie together?"
"Together?" It was her time to frown. "How?"
"We can start it at the same time and keep the call going so we could still talk," Tyler explained, making (y/n)'s eyes light up joyously.
"That's a great idea!" she exclaimed.
"I'm glad you like it."
Tyler never felt more glad that he chose to check a website listing things couples could do through FaceTime as a some kind of date.
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"You can't keep doing this," Tyler groaned when he saw (y/n) slowly stroll around, obviously keeping him waiting on purpose.
They just arrived back home and he felt he couldn't take not hugging her anymore, it was torturous enough to control himself at the airport where he wanted to quit anything that would catch the fan's eyes and would be posted all across the internet. He wanted to keep his relationship as private as he could manage, protecting her at all costs.
But now they were in the safety of their house where no one could see them, and (y/n) seemingly played the game she often did in similar situations.
"This is all your fault! You made me do this in the first place!" she exclaimed back giddily, sidetracking from his reaching arms.
"It was only one time!" Tyler protested, throwing his hands up in the air. "And you're doing it for the hundredth time."
"I know, but I enjoy it too much. That pouting look on your face is worth everything," she giggled.
"I really need a hug right now, (y/n)."
"You're scaring me," the mentioned girl widened her eyes in fake worry.
"Don't argue. Just do it," he opened his arms wider, standing in one place waiting.
They played this cat-and-mouse game for a minute or two before (y/n) finally gave in and leisurely strolled over.
"You're so weird," he shook his head in disbelief, finally being able to wrap his arms around his love.
"You have no idea," she grinned at him before burying her face in his chest and deeply inhaling his oh so loved scent.
They slightly swayed side to side, clinging into the other as they were finally able to feel the other in real life again after so many days, such long weeks of distance.
"I love you so much," Tyler whispered in her hair. "You're the best part of me."
.::the end::.
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(Text) where are you, please pick up.
(Text) I'm sorry please.
(Text) what I'm not allowed to have a bad fucking day? I put up with your shitty days all the time.
(Text) I'm sorry
(Gavin I'm here to add more sad after that drabble)
Squid had been dead-set on leaving as soon as possible, and honestly Tyler didn’t blame him. His entire purpose was to mitigate, challenge, or get the hell out of dodge in the face of danger.
And tonight, that danger had looked like Gavin.
Sure, Tyler hadn’t been around and could barely remember the whole damn story, since the kid was so frazzled his little pea-brain hadn’t got it all, but… The texts were filling in the gaps.
Squid had stuffed a few juice boxes, an outfit, one comic book, and their wallet into a bag and shouldered it, and Tyler had found them a fight-club associated bar to nurse a gin & tonic at. Something easy.
I SAID NOT FUCKING NOW!
“Its gotta be an anniversary of something,” Joseph sputtered, skidding into the stool next to him, making Tyler’s head spin. “Or he got—demoted. He’s only that fucked up if he’s going through something on his own.”
“Don’t care.”
“He needs us tonight, Tyler.”
“Clearly, he fuckin’ doesn’t! Now shut up before I punch your gunshot scar clear to the other cheek.”
Edward at the bar gave him a look that confirmed Tyler’s suspicion he was fucking incapable of talking with Joe inside his head anymore and he shrugged. Ed moved on down the bar and Tyler put the empty glass down on a thin, brandless coaster.
(📲 Text) Stop apologizing. It makes u look liek a 🐱.
Tyler got up from the bar.
“Where are you going?” Joe grated, getting up to follow.
“As far away from you and your stupid-ass boyfriend as I can get.”
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Furry Friend
Pairing: Tyler Joseph x Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1513
Request: can you do one where one of them (cough, tyler) doesn’t like animals but after spending more and more time with the pet they grow to love it? #justiceforgeorgie -@blackbeanietyler
Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this one! :) (picture credit)
“What is he doing?” Tyler asked.
You followed his gaze to where your cat was playing on the rug, tossing a toy around for himself. A smile graced your lips at the sight of it.
“He’s playing, Ty.”
“Is that what that is?”
You sighed. It was no secret that Tyler wasn’t particularly fond of your newly adopted cat, despite the numerous times he had been over to your apartment since you had adopted him. Not even the fact that the cat was named after one of his songs - Nico - was enough to make him warm up even the tiniest bit. Tonight was the first night that Tyler was spending at your apartment since you had gotten him, and you were hoping that this might finally be the breakthrough that the two of them needed to bond.
“He’s really sweet, you just need to warm up to him.”
Tyler leaned back into the couch and crossed his arms, sticking out his bottom lip for added show. It was the adult equivalent of a toddler’s temper tantrum.
“I don’t have to warm up to anyone, even if that someone is a cat.”
“Ty, he’s going to be around for another thirteen years. If you don’t like him, we may as well break up now,” you said, making sure to add a joking tone to your voice.
“No, please,” Tyler leaned towards you and rested his head on your upright knees. “I love you.”
You leaned in to meet him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. His hair tickled your nose. “You need to learn to love Nico too.”
“But you deserve all of my love.”
Tyler gently started to push your knees apart so he could move in and hover over you, wasting no time in planting his lips properly against yours. You smiled and grabbed onto him, pulling his body closer to yours. His lips tasted like chapstick.
His hand had just started to fiddle with the bottom of your shirt when he suddenly stopped and pulled away, muttering profanities. He whipped around to look at his feet, eyebrows furrowed. Confused, you leaned around him only to see Nico had gotten up on the couch and started playing with Tyler’s foot, batting his paws against it and giving it tiny little bites.
“Nico,” he whispered, gently wiggling his foot. “I’m in the middle of something.”
“He’s just trying to play with you!”
“He won’t get off my foot!”
With a sigh, you slowly slid out from under Tyler - much to his dismay - and grabbed Nico, double checking that he didn’t still have one claw sunk into Tyler’s skin before you pulled him away. You wrapped him up in your arms like a baby and kissed his soft little forehead.
“I think he’s jealous that I get all of your love and he doesn’t get any,” you cooed.
“It’s hard to love him when he attacks my foot.”
“That’s part of owning a cat, Ty.”
You let go of Nico and he hopped back down onto the couch. Tyler instinctively pulled his feet up under him, a place where the cat wouldn’t be able to reach them.
“I know that deep down in your heart somewhere, you want to love him,” you said as you sat back down on the couch. Tyler held an arm out and you curled up next to him, pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder before leaning on it.
“I don’t know about that.”
You both looked at Nico, who had gone back to playing with his own toys on the carpet now that there was no interrupting to be done. It was frustrating that Tyler was so resistant about trying to like him.
“Is it alright if I go shower?” Tyler asked.
“Go for it, and enjoy my coconut shampoo.”
“I will.”
Tyler gave you a lingering kiss before finally getting up and walking down the hall towards your bedroom. With him gone, you stretched out on the couch and grabbed your phone from the coffee table to kill the time until he got back. Nico, upon realizing that Tyler had left, followed him down the hall to investigate.
“Y/N!” Tyler called out, obviously panicked. The shower hadn’t even started running yet.
“What?”
“Help!”
You kicked your legs off the couch and quickly walked down the hall to your bedroom, wondering what trouble Nico or Tyler had managed to get into. When you arrived in the bedroom, you immediately took notice of the problem. Nico was running between the bathroom and your bedroom door, occasionally swatting at Tyler’s feet as he went. Tyler, who was standing just inside the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his hips, wasn’t letting his eyes leave Nico’s little body.
“What is he doing?” he said, flinching a little as he ran past again.
“He does this whenever I get in the shower,” you shrugged. “He just gets excited by the bathroom, for whatever reason. At night, he sits on my bed and watches me brush my teeth.”
“Every night?”
“Yeah, it’s kind of like a little routine we have.”
“It doesn’t freak you out?” Tyler finally looked at you and raised an eyebrow.
“No, it’s kind of comforting to have him there. It’s kind of like when you sit on the bathroom counter when I get ready for bed.”
For the first time all night, Tyler seemed the tiniest bit open to the idea of trying to like Nico. His expression had softened considerably from when you had first walked in the room.
“I don’t want him in here when I shower though.”
“I’ll take him back out to the living room, don’t worry.”
“Thank you.”
After giving Tyler a quick kiss - and maybe taking a moment or two to admire him - you finally scooped Nico up and carried him back out to the living room. You also made sure to close the bedroom door so he wouldn’t go running back in there to terrorize Tyler as soon as he had the chance. The goal was to get Tyler to like Nico, not be even more scared of him.
After the whole shower incident between Nico and Tyler was cleared up, the rest of the night went by pretty smoothly. Nico cuddled in your lap while you and Tyler watched movies, and Tyler was even brave enough to reach over and give Nico a couple pets while he slept. In your eyes, it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
“Where does Nico sleep?” Tyler asked as he slid under the covers on your bed.
“With me,” you answered, doing the same. “He likes to curl up near my legs at first, but he moves around.”
“So I shouldn’t be concerned if I feel something walking over my stomach in the middle of the night?”
“As long as it only has four legs, then you’re fine.”
“Noted.”
You scooted over and rested your head on Tyler’s shoulder, adjusting a few times until you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep. Tyler’s arm curled around you and rested comfortably on your hip. As for Nico, he was still sitting on your dresser and waiting for everyone to get settled, as he did every night.
“You know, it was kind of nice to have Nico sitting on the bed while we brushed our teeth,” Tyler said quietly.
You leaned back to get a better look at him, even though it was hard in the dim light of your bedroom.
“Did those words really just come out of your mouth?” you gasped.
He laughed, “Yes, but I won’t be repeating them.”
“That’s ok, I’ve already committed them to memory.”
“I like him a lot better when he’s not running around and biting my feet.”
As if he knew you were talking about him, Nico finally jumped down from the dresser and made his way across the room to your bed. He explored the covers for a little while until eventually settling in the space between you and Tyler.
“And he’s warm too,” Tyler whispered.
“Like a little space heater.”
You could have sworn that you saw Tyler reach out and give Nico a couple scratches, but you decided not to comment on it. It was enough for you to know that the bond between your cat and your boyfriend was growing.
“He’ll take some getting used to, but he’s not so bad.”
“Just like you,” you laughed.
“Hey! You were in to me from the start.”
“But you did take some getting used to.”
“Alright, fine,” Tyler sighed. “I can understand that.”
“So, does Nico get a little bit of your love now?”
“I don’t think we’re there yet. I still love you too much.”
“I love you too, Ty.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to your head and you finally went back to your original sleeping position, already feeling the exhaustion of the day starting to set in. With Nico and Tyler right next to you, it felt like the safest place in the world.
You were asleep within minutes.
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