Twenty One Pilots



THE 1975

Matty Healy


“My name is Hercule Poirot and I am probably the greatest detective in the world.” - Agatha Christie, The Mystery of the Blue Train

Relocated [1/10]

Summary: Reader recently moved to another city. She meets a man, spends a day with him at an iconic tourist location, and the story goes…

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Warnings: Extremely cliché, slight cursing

Word Count: 3,003

Author’s Note: This is heavily inspired by Before We Go and Playing It Cool. I’m a romcom fanatic, so this will be the most cliché of the clichés. Hope it ain’t too bad?

Originally posted by forassgard

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It was only 9AM in the morning and the sky was a beautiful blue, not a cloud to be seen. With a groan, Y/N slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. As her sleepiness washed away, the sight before her made her drop her head back onto her pillow with a whine. Boxes. Boxes everywhere. Having only moved a few days ago, she hasn’t had the time to unpack and sort everything out yet. Her arms dangled off the side of her twin size bed as she stared at the ceiling, trying to plan out her day. I should unpack and put everything in place today, she thought. Y/N turned her head to the right and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly and she could hear the faint chirping of birds outside.

“Fuck it,” she muttered. “The weather’s too good to be cooped up inside.”

Decision made, she tossed her blanket aside and dragged herself to the bathroom to freshen up. Twenty minutes and a bowl of cereal later, she’s ready to take on the day. Dressed in a plain white V-neck and a pair of dark wash jeans with an army green backpack slung over her shoulders, she slipped her feet into a pair of sneakers and was off to explore her new home – the city of San Francisco.

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A Night with the Winchesters

SPN Writing Challenge: deans-colette vs. sacrificialackles
prompt: seance + wincest (because I can)
pairings: Sam x Reader x Dean, Wincest
word count: 2396
tags: smut, wincest, threesome, bottom!dean, top!sam (even though I like it the other way around tbh), dirty talk, come play, rimming, anal sex, this is pretty dirty
note: ummm…this got kind of out of hand…muahah. *don’t read it if you don’t like wincest, and don’t complain about it to me*

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

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Happy Valentine’s Day: Phan Oneshot ^w^

“Dan wake up!”


Phil flopped onto Dan’s bed in exasperation, purposely landing on the lump curled up under the sheets that was Dan.

“Go away” Dan groaned sleepily.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Dan!” Phil sang.



Dan rolled over, shoving Phil off his bed. He had stayed up late last night —what had he done last night? probably something useless like binge watching a TV show or browsing through memes. Dan sat up begrudgingly, yawning and tousling his mess of curly hair. Then, he turned to Phil who was lit up with a blindingly bright smile.

“Get your happiness away from me, you ball of sunshine,” Dan sneered playfully, pushing Phil’s face away with one hand.

Phil yelped as he fell back but immediately popped back up with a cheeky grin. “A ball of sunshine, huh?” he teased.

“I was being sarcastic,” Dan rolled his eyes, but a smile was already tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re blinding me with your good mood. It physically hurts.”

“Get out of bed already, let’s go out today,” Phil pleaded with a pout.

He grabbed Dan’s arm in an attempt to pull him out of bed. Dan resisted at first before going limp and tumbling onto the floor with Phil. Phil’s arm wrapped protectively around Dan’s bare chest as if his first instinct was to cushion his fall. Dan let out a burst of a laugh and twisted around to face his friend, but Phil had already rolled over so that Dan laid on his back, looking up at him. Dan’s heart fluttered, his stubborn attitude completely dissolved. He never quite got over how blue Phil’s eyes were and how beautiful his sweet smile was.

Phil was always amused by how Dan looked at him. From the way Dan’s brown eyes seemed to glow in admiration, you’d think Phil held the universe in his hands, but he was just a simple boy in love. He couldn’t help himself; Phil leaned down and gently kissed Dan. For a moment, time stood still.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Dan,” he said, breaking the ephemeral silence.

Then, he pushed himself off of Dan and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened, calling, “Cereal or cereal?”

Dan sat up, breathless with wonder. His fingers hovered over his mouth, as if touching his lips would wipe away the sweetness of Phil’s kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Phil,” he whispered.