the tastes and sounds of downtown

Can’t help falling in love with you | Tyler Joseph |

Plot: He hears you sing for the first time 

Imagine: Tyler Joseph x Y/N

Words: 971 

As always: Not proofread, because i’m lazy af


It was another chill night on tour with your boyfriend Tyler’s band “Twenty one pilots”. They’d played a show the evening before, but had today off. All day, you and Tyler had walked around the city, exploring the sights, smells and tastes. Definitely a lot of tastes. But as the sun began to fade, and you guys were about to call it a night, you heard the muffled sound of music. It came from down the street. Being curious music-lovers, you both followed the sound and arrived in front of one of the many bars downtown. You both immediately noticed something different about this one. 

“It’s a karaoke-bar!” You exclaimed, obviously excited.

Tyler looked at you with bright eyes, curious as ever, “Wanna go inside? We could get a drink and see if this city has got some talent.”

Nod. Of course you wanted to go. 

“You don’t have to ask me twice!” 

You grabbed his arm, following him inside the bar, where you were welcomed by neon lights, quite a lot of people and the smell of alcohol. Tyler spotted a seat in front of the stage, where a guy, probably drunk, was trying his best to keep himself together as he choked out Adele’s “Hello”. Was he crying? 

“Go grab those seats,” he pointed in their direction. “I’ll go get us some drinks.”

He spun around and headed for the bar. 

“A mojito, please!” You yelled after him, not ever sure if he heard it or not. 

He did, or he just knew you well, because 5 minutes later he was back with your drinks. One for each. 

“Milady,” he placed the drink in front of you.

“Thank you, kind sir,” you chuckled, grabbing the drink and tasting it. 

He sat down across from you, sipping his drink as his eyes travelled across the stage. The host sent off Adele-man, before looking out at the crowd.

“To any newly arrived: Goodnight, ladies and gentlemen. I’m Sam and I’m your host here at “Sam’s singing bar”. It’s a pleasure to have you here, and I hope you’ll jump on stage and share some good tunes with us all. Until then we have,” he skimmed the paper in his hand, “Amanda! Who’ll be singing Panic! At The Disco’s “Victorious” for us!”

A young, brunette woman jumped on stage, flashing a shy, but still wide smile. Sam handed her the microphone. “The stage is yours, Amanda!”

People cheered as the song began. I loved Panic, so I couldn’t help but bop my foot to the beat and sing along. I suddenly felt Tyler’s eyes on me.

“What?” I looked at him. He looked way too excited.

“You should go up there and sing!”

I froze.

“What? Me? Noooo! I can’t sing!”

“Baby, you don’t have to have an amazing singing voice. It’s all for fun! And you love singing! Don’t try to deny it!” 

I bit my bottom lip, debating wether or not I should make the bold move. I looked back at Tyler, whom turned on his puppy-eyes. I sighed. 

“You’re right. It’s just for fun. I’ll go.”

Tyler’s face immediately lit up. I stood up, before walking over to Sam who was looking at Amanda as she finished the song. I leaned in, whispering my request into his ear. He nodded, giving me a thumbs up and a wide smile. People applauded Amanda, as she bowed and walked off stage. I felt the pressure get to me. Amanda’s voice was pretty good. I hoped I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.

“And up next is Y/N with Elvis’ “Can’t help falling”! Give it up for her!”

People clapped, but all I heard was Tyler cheering me on, as he pointed at me. 

“That’s my girlfriend! You go, girl! You got it, baby!” 

I blushed, sending him a shy smile as the song started playing. I took a deep breath… 

“Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can’t help falling in love with you…”

“Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can’t help falling in love with you?”

I felt myself calming down and enjoying it. 

“Like a river flows
Surely to the sea..”

I looked at Tyler, catching his eyes with mine. He looked surprised, but not in a bad way. Maybe I’d underrated my skills? 

“Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be…”

I walked to the edge of the stage, feeling more confident, and held out my hand for Tyler to grab. With the widest smile I’ve ever seen, he stood up and grabbed it.

“Take my hand,
Take my whole life, too
For I can’t help falling in love with you…” 

I pulled him on stage, and heard the small crowd cheer us on. Tyler chuckled as he stood up on the stage. I kept on singing.

“Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand,
Take my whole life, too
For I can’t help falling in love with you…” 

I paused, squeezing Tyler’s hand lightly as I turned to look into his eyes. Deeper than ever, or so it felt. 

“For I can’t help falling in love with you…” 

I felt myself almost whisper out the last sentence, before the crowd starting cheering, clapping and whistling. I blushed - again. But I didn’t have time to worry about that, because I felt Tyler’s hand cup my face and pull me in.

“Your voice is amazing… You’re amazing,” he looked into my eyes, before planting a loving kiss to my forehead. 

“It’s because I can’t help falling in love with you…” You whispered, pecking the corner of his lip as you said it. This followed by a proper, tender kiss on the lips afterwards. 

floridian-trash  asked:

#8. Give me everything you've got and more

Send me and Astro Boy ask!

8. Any headcanons?

oh boi u about to be in for a ride

1. Astro is Bisexual

2. Reno is Pansexual

3. Astro (if he could eat) has a surprise addiction to string cheese that tastes expired.

4. Zoran/Uran likes to scrapbook.

5. I have an HC abt something I noticed towards the end of the 2003 series but I wanna make a whole video abt it on my YouTube channel so I’m not gonna say it here.

6. I lied there’s no interesting HC here

7. *wishes I could add all the HC for my fanfic series*

9. My version of Metro City is based off Downtown Miami (maybe Miami Beach too idk) but only cuz I live near there sorta don’t be nosy.

10. Funny as it sounds, coincidentally, a lot of things in Miami have the word “Metro” in it like “Metro Mover” or “Metrorail” (yes those are actual things there its call public transportation lmao) so that also helped in deciding.

OK I’m gonna go now before my brain fries bye.

The worst money advice is “make coffee at home instead of buying it at Starbucks every day.” This is everywhere, though. There are cutesy graphics that show you how $5 a day adds up to $1820 a year. You could go on vacation with that money! But I think they are missing how every day can feel like a chill vacation if you recalibrate yourself to stop caring about notifications and aim to be a servant to the amount of satisfaction you want to feel that day.

Nothing makes me so peacefully happy as the short walk to my corner coffee shop and the frivolous joy of a $3.11 medium iced Americano. Or the walk back in morning or at night when I can see the city lights downtown. Or the people in the cafe who are there with macbooks splayed open, working on a dream. Or the sounds of all the complex coffee machines or the taste of my little portion of electricity.

There is nothing here that my dim kitchen could offer. 

I was supposed to have a bad morning, I think, but all I can feel is happiness dripping into my heart’s cup and spilling over out of my smiling mouth. 


A red scarf adorned the park’s wanderer who, on a pilgrimage to the safety of his run-down apartment on the outskirts of the city, had been unfortunate enough to brush shoulders with a man who had had far too much to drink. And this was Noah we were talking about! By that point, booze might as well have tasted like water to the weathered blond. “Careful. You keep it up, the cops are going to drag your ass into the back of a car and throw you in a cell downtown.” He knew a drunk when he saw one. Took one to know one, after all.

Shaking, scarred fingers clutched tightly to his jacket to pull it tighter against his body. The winter never did set well with Noah, let alone winter in the big city.

Not that that would probably sound like a bad idea. At least it’d be fucking warm, eh?” An attempt to strike up conversation? It was a rarity from the bitter blond.

“Don’ worry ‘bout me…” he lulled “…m’just… gon’ find ma own car.” He’d sleep inside it and get sober. He could still puke with his door open but at least he’d be having some kind of shelter when the freezing cold hit him. That was his plan and that was what he aimed for. Only that the closer he got to the gate the more it dawned on him he parked his car on the other side of the park. The west side was closed though. He had to walk all around it using the pavement now. Not even sure whether he’d make it or PASS OUT at the next corner.

He didn’t mind the other talking but his subconscious asked him how come some drunks could talk for hours on end while others were close to collapse? Genes — probably. Dragging his feet along, he held on to all kinds of things that gave a bit of STABILITY. Gotta find… my car… I gotta…