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Here’s the full transcript of Mark talking Darkiplier in the livestream

(Time approx. 3 hours, 52 minutes to 4 hours, 4 minutes into the stream. And, yes, this took forever). Thought you’d like this, maybe.

I’ve bolded stuff I find especially interesting.

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Mark: Long ago, a long time ago, I liked to do these scary edits because I just felt like doing scary edits and this is how Darkiplier got born. And then what happened was over time Darkiplier became less and less about the scary figure and more about this romantic figure, and it always rubbed me the wrong way. And I kind of shied away from Darkiplier for a while. And I really really really- if I was going to bring Darkiplier, and when we thought about this, we thought, okay there should be a Darkiplier route. And that was there from the beginning, and so when I wanted to do it I wanted to do it my way, and I wanted to do it right, and I wanted to have this unending level of creepiness. And at the same time, I didn’t want to step on the toes of Antisepticeye because I know there’s a big fan base of that, and I didn’t want to get in the way of that at all and I really don’t care that there’s more than one dark personalities of people. But when I saw the opportunity to have this character here, I spent like 8 hours editing this, like just meticulously every single RBG. This is a layer, we green screened this one, I color corrected it, I separated the RBG layers I added the shakes and glitchiness every frame. I worked on the voice, too. The voice took me the longest to figure out. Like the shakes! And my computer was dying this whole time cause I put my effects on here.

Tyler: The amount of time you had to spend rendering this.

Mark: And so, the audio’s actually three separate layers. It would have been two, but Kathryn helped me out on that one to make it more clear. It’s a normal pitched layer that’s edited, echoed, reverbed, mastered, and convoluted which means it’s just thrown off to the left and right, and then it’s a deep layer of that. But then to make it really come together- it didn’t live without this center channel that wasn’t convoluted but was centered. But getting that voice right was so pinnacle, so paramount to what I wanted to come out of this. And we did like thirty minutes of shooting various versions of me talking to the camera and I wanted to pick the exact dialogue that really kind of gave away my idea of what Dark is in not a terribly obvious way.

Tyler: The other thing, this was supposed to all be one video.

Mark: But YouTube annotations, this new version doesn’t allow you to link the same video multiple times, so these are literally the old videos that I first did when Darkiplier first came about, like, these are the ones, especially this one here, and then this is my cheap knockoff Darkiplier.

Amy: Canon Darkiplier.

Mark: Canon Darkiplier. And I’m going to readily admit something. I joked about Darkiplier because it didn’t seem like something people wanted to take seriously, and I’m okay with that on certain aspects but it had diverged into multiple different facets and multiple different personalities, and everyone had their own version of Darkiplier, and I thought it was hilarious that, “Hey, here’s my version of Darkiplier, and he’s an idiot.” Like, he’s just this weird emo kid. And then I stepped back from that, like, I stepped back. And you can even- in that time, when I was doing those videos, in this era, I was not very happy. I was kind of… I was pessimistic about a lot of things. And I felt like that bled through in a lot of things I did. And that’s why even October of last year I literally made Darkiplier an emo character. And then when we were getting to this, I thought about it like very carefully and I thought back to why I did it originally, and I did it originally because, well, Darkiplier wasn’t even a thing. Darkiplier was not a thing when I was making those videos. I just wanted to make some creepy stuff. And then I thought about that, and I was like if I want to make a statement about who this is, I need to own that and I need to put something out there that is not ambiguous, because I realize that’s where I went wrong. I didn’t have a solid character so obviously, people would come up with their own versions, they would fill in the gaps where they saw fit. So, when I made this I had to embrace it fully and fine-tune it down to exactly where I wanted. When you choose the “fake” choice carrying through to this one, I really wanted that to come through, except at the end to this video, where it gets silly, but that’s because the real me comes in and the real me’s an idiot. And I’ve actually watched this over and over again because I’m listening to the takes I put in here and I’m listening to my inflection and my tone, my demeanor and I’m imagining like how to refine it better next time when I bring him back, like how to do it better.

Tyler: I remember now, I set up the table.

Mark: Yeah, you did. You set up the table we had to change it out for clear glasses because the green screen was reflecting through. But yeah, even this, like the intersplices of anger, and this is me getting real deep in the meta of Darkiplier, like if that’s even a thing that can be- let me just pause it here. I don’t read too much into this but if there’s something that I want to take seriously, I want to actually do right. So, in my mind, Darkiplier is an entirely different person from me. But, much like Warfstache, doesn’t obey the laws of physics. He exists in another world entirely and bleeds through into this one. This is sounding really nerdy of me.

Tyler: I remember the Warfstache talk.

Mark: So Completely unironically, Darkiplier is a completely separate entity from who I am. But, he admires what I’ve accomplished, and he’s very much… people picked up on this, and people thought it was really creepy, because it’s what I wanted. He’s a social manipulator. He is literally, 100% manipulative. He leads you into this false sense of security, and he wants you to trust him because he wants to take advantage of you. That is literally what I wanted for Darkiplier. And how creepy and scary that actually is from the surface. Especially in this first bit, where he says, “If dinner is what you want, then I can provide.” And I wanted this to come across in a seductive way while also masking, like, this burning rage inside that breaks through the suave nature of it. That was my clue to reveal he’s not your friend. He’s not here to help you. He’s here to use you. And that also came across when I was thinking about, like, the effects. Like, his image shatters, he separates because he’s not entirely kept together, you know what I mean? So, I wanted like the drastic impacts of the rage pulling back suddenly to the calm nature and the demeanor and this last one, I was thinking was especially telling. It’s not me trying to break through, it’s his shell cracking.

Kathryn: I love that.

Mark: Yeah? It’s my favorite of all of them.

Kathryn: That’s one’s my favorite. I have legitimately just gone and watched that bit.

Mark: Yeah?

Kathryn: It’s really good.

Mark: Oh, thank you.

Kathryn: I really like that.

Mark: Yeah. And number 1 the visuals work hard on this one, but nailing the audio- that high-pitched ringing that a lot of people were like wow that really hurts my ears, that was by design. That was supposed to hurt because listening to him- a lot if inspiration for him comes from G-man from Half-life 2 and 1, like this weird interdimensional person that seems human but is obviously not and doesn’t obey the laws of physics, and is just like this shell of a person that’s in a suit. Not a suit, literally a human suit, and is trying to figure out how to puppet it right that you believe him, but he’s really good at it. And that’s where the scariness of Darkiplier, I think, really comes from, is because he seems like someone you can trust, and he will manipulate you, and take advantage of you, and literally use you, and to me that’s terrifying. Like that’s the antithesis of what I want to be and so if I’m going to make an opposite version of me, he’s gonna be the fucking worst. Like worse than any romantic story can ever bring about. He’s fucking awful.

Amy: It was convenient, though, I like the way it goes from Relax to this, like the video “Relax,” because then people were not expecting this. But it’s so nice to have it on Valentine’s Day. It works so well.

Mark: And then came the bullshit transition that we had to do. So, this is comical in a way.

Amy: It doesn’t drag it though.

Mark: Yeah it doesn’t drag. You get the scary. Tyler’s here-

Tyler: In Mark’s suit, which I have fit in, but not the pants.

Mark: He didn’t fit, we forgot to get a tie, like, we printed out a mask, and I looked at this and was like I could try to make this creepy, and then I went, I objectively can’t. Let me throw in some punch sound effects.

Tyler: I have to make sure, cause-

Mark: He couldn’t see shoot.

Tyler: No, I couldn’t, and I had to keep moving the mask cause there was one time we did this that the mask ended up completely on the side of my head and I was just like, hey Mark, you can’t touch my face.

Amy: The convenient thing about this, though, with all the glitches is that you can hide stuff with it.

Tyler: Yeah, and there’s a reason I never let go of Mark I have no clue where anything is.

Mark: Yeah, oh man. Oh, this, oh my god. Oh, and secret Easter egg- you know who Dark is because he doesn’t have a shadow. Totally intentional and by design.

Amy: His toes are missing too, but.

Mark: Shh he doesn’t have toes he’s so scary.

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thank you for being who you are.
thank you for standing up for lgbtq+ rights and just for everything that you believe in.
i’m so proud of you and of how far you’ve come in the past few years and i’ll be forever thankful for the fact that i’m able to say that i was here to see you grow.
you’ve inspired thousands of people, you’ve helped me so much and i just.. i don’t even know how i can ever fully explain to you what you’ve done for me, just thank you!
i hope you have an amazing and super fun birthday and a year full of happiness.
i love you so much and i’m so grateful to be one of your people.

Dating would include – Twenty One Pilots

Originally posted by rhcpchili99

Tyler Joseph:

  • He plans a ton of different dates whenever he has time
  • Ever been in a pillow fort? - Say no more
  • “We are the rulers of this fort!”
  • “I even found two crowns for us, my King.”
  • Super sunny day? - Tyler takes you to the park for a picnic
  • “God, you and your Taco Bell addiction… It’s beautiful, Ty.”
  • “Everything for you, [Y/N]…”
  • Tired to go out? - Let’s have a movie night with snacks
  • “Catch, Tyler! … Geez, we need to train that way more.”
  • The two of you keep the public display of affection as low as possible
  • Yes, there are a few kisses now and there and holding hands
  • But the rest is reserved for your time in private
  • “You don’t know how long I waited to have you for me alone…”
  • “Someone is eager tonight.”
  • “How can’t I? You look even more breathtaking than usual, if that’s possible.”
  • Tyler shows you how much you mean to him through other actions
  • The way he presents you to the world and speaks about you in interviews
  • “With [Y/N] by my side I can accomplish everything.”
  • “I can’t live without my better half anymore. [Y/N] is the world for me.”
  • Everyone can see how much he is in love with you
  • Should Tyler be away for a long time, he tries to keep in touch as much as possible
  • In between times he sends you tons of silly pictures and messages
  • But Ty loves to have endless calls with you
  • “How was your day, [Y/N]? I hope good. If not, I’m here.”
  • “I’m not going to end this call until you are asleep.”
  • “I love you so much…”
  • Fights in the your household is a very quiet event
  • Neither of you raise your voice at the other one –not even once
  • The deadly looks you have say more than thousand words
  • “Don’t you dare to give me the "forbidden look”!“
  • But in the end the fight doesn’t last longer than ten minutes
  • "I’m so sorry for everything. Can I make it up to you, love of my life?”
  • And Tyler knows how to push your buttons so you forgive him
  • You know Tyler will be there for you, when you need him
  • He loves to take care of you and making your day better
  • Massages, cuddles, kisses, cooked meals, everything you want or need
  • He always wants you to be by his side, when he writes a new song
  • You are his inspiration – his muse – if you want to say so
  • Tyler cares about your opinion on his music and songs
  • “Wow, feels like pure darkness, but with a tiny ray of sunshine and hope in it.”
  • Once in a while he writes a song about you as a gift
  • When words fail him, the music will talk for him
  • “Oh my god, Tyler. That’s so wonderful. Sweet. Beautiful.”
  • “I would catch a star for you, if you want it.”

Originally posted by bulletproofbands

Josh Dun

  • The two of you take care of each other – almost having a sixth sense for that
  • You know exactly when the other one has a bad day
  • So nightly trips to Taco Bell or skating together are usual things
  • “I feel so much better now. Thank you, darling.”
  • After all this time you two are dating, Josh is still a blushing mess sometimes
  • Might it be the way you look stunning in your clothes
  • Or the most adorable compliment he tells you
  • “I am truly dating an angel. How did I get so lucky?”
  • His love to you gets stronger every day he has you by his side
  • Josh loves you to show your happy relationship in public
  • Matching couple shirts during the trip to Disneyland
  • “The Boss” - “The Real Boss”
  • Piggyback rides whenever you want – in the park, in the venue, …
  • “When is my turn to get a ride?”
  • “Don’t give him bad ideas, Tyler!”
  • And tons of vines you two do together
  • “[Y/N] is my favorite person on earth … right after Tyler.”
  • “… Seriously?”
  • He also tries to stay in touch with you, when he is away
  • Your phone is overflowing with messages, pictures and snapchats
  • To be honest you only miss him more  
  • “How is my love doing today? Feel hugged… I miss you, [Y/N].”
  • Of course, Tyler approves your relationship doubtlessly
  • He is thankful that you make Josh happy without doing anything
  • And the support you give him, Tyler and the band in general
  • “Yes, a match made in heaven… Lucky Josh.”
  • Once in a while the two of you fight – barely but you do
  • There is a lot of yelling, because both of you are emotional
  • But not a single harsh word were ever said
  • It’s not your wish to hurt the other one emotionally
  • “Dear Lord! We talked about this, Josh. I’m done with this topic!”
  • “What if I’m not done? It is important for me, [Y/N]!”
  • After a few minutes both of you apologize for your rude behavior
  • “If it’s important for you, then it is for me too.”
  • You never complain about how loud Josh plays on his drums sometimes
  • He just forgets everything around him lost in his music
  • Adoring the – just to mention – handsome smile on his lips is worth the noise
  • That’s what makes him happy so you are happy too
  • Knowing what you endure from time to time he tries to fulfil every wish of yours
  • Neither of you is really the type for big and expensive gifts
  • The little things in life are the important ones
  • “Hungry? Wait, I get you your favorite snack.”
  • “Don’t worry, I’ll do the dishes tonight. Just relax and enjoy yourself.”
  • Josh holds you close to his chest  during the night
  • It’s like the place in his arms is perfectly made for you
  • He literally feels how much you mean to him  
  • Your heart beating simultaneously with his own
  • The warmth of your skin on his
  • That’s pure comfort for him
  • “God, I love you so much, [Y/N]. More than you can imagine.”
An Unforgettable Ride - Josh Dun Smut

A/N: inspired by the lovely josh dun is my first smut piece! i got a request for a disneyland smut for josh since he was recently there and i had to post it asap. i have also only been to the california disneyland so if it’s not accurate that’s why. and im also listening to a classic disney songs playlist. enjoy. this took forever.

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Fluff, Full Smut

Warnings: DisneyWorld sex, public thrills, cursing, sex sex sex, unprotected (reader on birth control), dirty talk, blood, all the good shit (i think thats it?)


Touring with the band twenty one pilots was always interesting. But lately, you had felt like you were going stir crazy. No doubt, something interesting was always going on, but you wanted to go explore the world you were touring. The boys had a show in Tampa in a few days, so they spent those days rehearsing while you spent the day roaming the arena, laying in Josh’s bunk, or laying in the dressing room. The boys were about to wrap up for the night, so you decided to make your way to the bus early. 

As you settled in the bunk, you pulled out your laptop and scrolled through movies. You decided on The Little Mermaid and you sat back, not bothering to plug in your headphones, leaving the sound playing loudly, making you immersed in it.

However, just as Kiss The Girl was playing, you hear Tyler and Josh bounding onto the bus, laughing about something you didn’t know of. 

“Where’s my girl?” Josh called out.

You stuck your hand out of the bunk signaling your location. You heard the footsteps padding in your direction and you jumped slightly as a damp Josh whipped open the curtain. He was wearing a baggy shirt and shorts and his hair was damp from the shower he just took. Water droplets rested on his toned shoulders and you stared for a moment, but turned back to the movie. He leans down to watch the end of the song and cheekily turns to you, kissing you softly. You pull away laughing.

“Stop being so cheesy, you make me sick,” Tyler comments, laying in his own bunk.

You turn back to the movie and Josh squeezes into the confined space to cuddle up to you and watch with you. Throughout the movie, you share small talk and enjoy each others company. When the movie is over, the idea suddenly pops in your head.

“Let’s go to Disneyworld!” you nearly shout. Josh looks at you with excited eyes. Since they have the day off tomorrow, it would be perfect. Josh nudges Tyler in his bunk, who is facetiming Jenna.

“Hey dude you wanna go with us to Disney tomorrow?” He asks. Tyler pulls out his earphones and turns to Josh.

“No, I think I’m just going to chill here. You and Y/N should go though, it will be the ultimate goals!” Tyler emphasizes the last bit with a girly voice, making you both laugh. You silently thank the gods that Tyler is going.

Touring was amazing, truly in every way. But you and Josh had barely had any alone time in weeks and you were suffering. The last time you got two minutes alone in the dressing room, Tyler walked in on you, pants off, Josh’s bright yellow hair between your thighs. You hadn’t done as much as feel each other up since. Maybe you would get some more alone time in a Disney bathroom, you hoped. Twisted, so twisted, but the thought made your thighs clamp together.

“So it’s set, tomorrow, you, me, and Walk Disney!” Josh climbed into the bunk again, nearly pouncing on you with excitement.

“I can’t wait!” you responded with as much enthusiasm.

“Let’s watch Hercules now!” he said with the enthusiasm of a child, settling comfortably next to you. You clicked on the movie, settling into Josh with his arm wrapped around you.


Sometime during Hercules, you had fallen asleep soundly. Early the next morning, you had woken up by Josh shaking your arm and repeating the phrase ‘disneyworld’ over and over until you got up.

You slipped on some comfortable clothes and brushed your hair, applying a comfortable amount of makeup on the couch with a mirror on the table beside the couch. Josh walked into the room you were applying makeup to grab a shirt, shirtless and wearing black jeans and you couldn’t help but stare. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and stared at his back flexing as he bent over.

“Like what you see?” he asked, smirking and sauntering over to you. You nodded, still biting your lip, as he got close to your face. You turned to him so that you were sitting, facing front on the couch as he put his arms down, boxing you in with his arms against the couch.

“Do something about it, then,” he said.

You lunged at him, standing up and attaching your lips to his. You jumped, and he caught you, holding your backside with his big hands. He laid you down on the couch, settling on top of you, keeping your lips attached.

As always, Tyler opened the slide door and started to talk but stopped when he saw what was going down.

“Josh the uber is here- oh my god not again,” he said covering his eyes. You two didn’t even jump back, just detached your lips and Josh sighed, hanging his head.

“Alright Ty, we’ll be right out,” he said.

He picked his head up and muttered, “to be continued,” as he pecked your nose and climbed off of you. He slipped on a white tank top and you fixed your lipstick and adjusted your hair, picking up your bag and heading out the door with Josh following. You both waved goodbye to Tyler and nearly leaped off the bus, happy to be having some alone time.

The entire ride to the theme park, Josh was about to explode with excitement, as were you. As the uber dropped you off, you and Josh climbed out of the car and nearly ran to the ticket booth, paying and getting tickets to go inside.

Once you got your bag checked and your ticket scanned, you walked into the entrance, smiling and looking around, taking in the full ambience of everything.

Josh slipped his hands in yours and spun you around, laughing. You walked into the park, hand in hand, excited as the kids around you.

You decided to ride the ‘big rides’ first so that you can make your way back to the kiddie park and ride rides there on your way out.

After riding Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, and many others, you made your way to the final ride of the ‘big’ rides: Tower of Terror. This was your absolute favorite ride and you nearly combusted when you saw it. You ran to get in line, ignoring the stares you were getting. The people just in front of you glanced at you and snapped their head forward. When it was almost time to get on the elevator seat carriage. You looked and saw the person was acting strange, but saw the back of their shirt. On the back of the black shirt donned a twenty one pilots logo. You smiled at Josh and pointed. Josh smiled, wanting to poke fun.

“Hey,” he said, tapping the person, “What are those marks on your shirt?” he asked, smirking. The person and their friends smiled and hugged Josh, snapping pictures with him.

You had sat right in front of the fans during the ride and as the ride took you up and dropped, Josh held your hand tightly in the air as you screamed with joy.

As you exited the ride, you and Josh waved bye to the fans, before heading to the castle where all the princesses were. You snapped a picture of Josh meeting Elsa and Anna per fan’s request, and put it on Twitter and Snapchat, laughing at the explosive responses.

It had come time to start finishing up, and the last ride you decided on was the Little Mermaid ride. Since the ride was dark, kind of lengthy, and you were mostly away from other people for the majority of the time, you made an action plan in your head and smirked.

Sat in the seashell seats, once you and Josh entered the darkness, you leaned over and placed your mouth on his roughly. Josh got the message quickly and grabbed your face, kissing you so hard you may bruise. He moved and kissed the side of your neck, making you moan softly. You shifted so that he was underneath you and you were straddling him in the confined space. He came to your lips and whispered, “You gotta be quiet, babygirl. Wouldn’t want everyone else on this ride knowing you’re my little whore.”

The moment he said that, the ride came to a halt. You and Josh pulled away and looked around, you kneeling and straddling his lap, your heat on his crotch that you could feel hardening. The music still contunued playing, the visuals still moving, but the seashell cart you were in was completely stopped. It was strange mainly because the ride was a nonstop ride and was supposed to always be in motion. Part of Your World suddenly faded out and the announcer came on the loud speaker. 

“Dear DisneyWorld attendees, we are expiriencing some technical difficulties. Please stay remained in your seat and remain calm until the ride continues or instructed otherwise,” he said, then the music continued playing.

This was all Josh needed to reattach his lips to yours as his hand travelled to your breast. He felt it and cupped it, squeezing it softly. He kept your lips attached to his, and his hand travelled further down your body until it was resting where you needed him the most. He rubbed your heat through your jeans and kissed the spot on your neck that drove you crazy.

“Josh.. please,” you moaned in a whisper.

“Please what, baby? Use your words,” he smirked.

“Touch me,” you moaned again. 

Josh moaned, kissing your lips again, as his hand skillfully unbuttoned your jeans with one hand. He slipped his single hand into your pants and delved into your folds.

“You’re such a dirty whore, look at you. All drenched for me on a fucking children’s ride,” he whispered as you moaned at his words.

He quickly reached up with his other hand and covered your mouth.

“You filthy little girl, you gotta keep it down baby,” he smirked.

His fingers rubbed your clit in vigorous circles as you nearly bit his hand in pleasure. He sucked at your neck and bit softly, leaving a mark as you yelped. He continued to rub while your hands grabbed the back of his white tank in fistfulls. Suddenly, his slender fingers slipped inside of you, making you arch your body towards his. 

The ride finally started moving again and Josh only worked his fingers faster inside you. You felt the heat growing in the pit of your stomach. 

“J- Josh, I’m close baby,” You said, screwing your eyes shut, ready for the pent up feelings to be released.

“Too bad,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean.

“What the fuck?” You angrily asked, settling down in your seat again.

“We’re almost at the end of the ride, baby,” he smiled, kissing your cheek.

“This isn’t over,” you glared at him with dark eyes.

“I sure hope not,” he grins, sitting back in his seat. 

The ride opens up again and you are faced with the setting sun and loads of people waiting. You two nearly jump out of the ride and he takes your hand in his, still damp from the events earlier. You exit the ride and the worker smiles at you, but your focus is set to one place: the parking lot. People are staring at you two, probably because of the light bruises on your neck and the obvious bulge in Josh’s jeans. You whip out your phone, ready to schedule an uber, but you’re cut short.

“Josh Dun!” a boy exclaims. Josh smiles, pulling his shirt down to cover the obvious tightness in his lower region. You pull back a bit and see the small crowd of fans forming. Josh pulls in the guy for a hug, poses for a picture, and you see some girls in the tiny group giggling and staring at you. They approach you and shyly ask for a picture, which you put up a fake smile, getting in the selfie. Just before the picture snaps, you see the large hickey on your neck, which is proudly out for the picture. Your heart drops, but before you could say a thing, Josh is the one pulling you away. As more people start to recognize him, Josh starts looking around. Once he spots it, he drags you towards the secluded area.

“Josh what are we doing?” you ask, frustrated and tired of him pulling your arm.

“I can’t fucking wait until the tour bus. We’re taking care of this right the hell now,” he mutters, voice taken down a few octaves.

He sees the ajar closet beside a restaurant and rushes in with you in tow. He slams the door, locks it, and slams you up against it, connecting his mouth to yours with a sloppy kiss. 

“You dirty girl,” he moans, gripping the bottom of your shirt and roughly pulling it off of you, sending your sequined Mickey ears flying. You do the same, throwing his white tank top to the side, his own Mickey ears going with it. You run your fingers through his bright yellow hair, down his arms, all over his chest. He body was a masterpiece and you wanted to touch every inch of him. The thing that set your nerves ablaze the most, however, was the fact that he felt the same way about you. He slips off your bra and runs his hands over your breasts, feeling your nipples. He massages them for a while and you moan, “Josh, please, stop teasing.”

He shoves your pants down your legs and his breath hitches.

“I didn’t even realize you weren’t wearing any panties, holy shit,” he says, voice breathy. 

You step out of your pants, kneeling down where your face was at his crotch. You palm him through his jeans and he lets out a loud groan.

“Please baby,” he whines.

You undo his belt buckle and pull his jeans down, his briefs coming after. He steps out of them and you grab for his large erection, expecting to put your mouth to it. However, he grabs your hair and you stand back up. 

“No, not today. I need to be inside you,” he says, lust dripping from his words like acid. You smirk, pecking his earlobe.

“Then use me. Fuck me until I scream your name and can’t walk.”

Something snaps inside of Josh. He throws you against a table in the small closet and bends you over it, your back touching the cold wood. He throws your legs around his waist and bends over you, squeezing your breasts. He puts the tip to your entrance and you arch your back. 

“Fuck Josh,” you groan. He finally slips into you, filling you up. You let out a loud moan as Josh starts his fast pace, thrusting in and out of you at a high speed. All the pent up frustration and sexual tension was finally coming out and all you could do was moan repetitions of his name. Since it had been so long, you felt the familiar tension in your stomach growing already. Josh kept his pace and you clawed at his back, drawing blood. He nipped at your neck and you yelped again.

“Fuck Josh, I’m gonna come,” you nearly scream, his thrusts only getting faster.

“Come baby, come all over me,” he says back, and that’s it for you.

The best orgasm of your life washes over you and the only coherent thought that can cross your mind is Josh. You moan his name again and again. You feel everything but feel completely numb and you are sure you come close to blacking out because of the intensity of it. Your body shakes as you ride the aftershocks, clenching yourself to get Josh to his high. 

“Fuck babygirl, that’s so hot,” he moans as he twitches inside of you. You feel him spill deep inside of you with a shaky final moan. 

Josh slips out of you and you look down and realize.

“Holy shit, did I really squirt?” you ask, shocked. 

“I’ve never made you do that before, holy shit, that was so hot,“ he says, finally pushing off you, looking for something to clean up with. You lean up off the table, feet touching the warm ground where Josh’s feet were and try to stand up, but hold the table for dear life, a pain surging through your lower region.

“Well you stayed true to your word,” you giggle, and Josh comes over to help you get dressed.

“Sorry, babe,” he winks, slipping your shirt onto you.

“Don’t apologize, I loved it,” you smile, kissing him again, stepping in your pants. You slip on your shoes and Josh puts on his own clothes. You call for an Uber and he smooths his hair down as well as yours, and puts both of your Mickey ears back on.

“Now how are we going to get out of here,” Josh’s laughs. 

“You go first and I will go next,” You say and Josh kisses your lips then slips out of the door. You adjust your hair so the multiple marks on your neck are hidden and slip out the door, limping slightly. Once you are both successfully out, Josh lets you jump on his back. Once you jump (more like hobble) onto his back, he winces. You slap his head playfully.

“Hey, are you saying I’m fat?” You scoff jokingly. You see the glint in his eyes as he shakes his head no and you pull the back of his collar and study his back. You gasp slightly and smile, seeing the marks you left going all the way down his back. You smile smugly and mutter a ‘sorry’ to his ear.

As you exit the park and head to the Uber, you and Josh receive the same text from Tyler, and a picture of you and Josh with the fans earlier is attached. You see Josh’s obvious bulge in the picture and your hickey, purple and proud, in the picture. You read the text and Josh lets out a hearty laugh.

 so you can manage to get down in disneyland and not get caught but the second the idea crosses your mind on the bus, i always interrupt? unfair.

You reply something sassy to his text and climb into the Uber behind Josh. Josh leans over to your ear and whispers, “You don’t even know how long I have been waiting to do that, we should do it more in public if it’s going to get you that hot and bothered.”

You nod at him, interlocking your fingers with his and looking out the window, watching the park get smaller as the trees passed by.


Requests are open

Painful Beauty (Mark x FemReader) FLUFF

Originally posted by nacija

(( gif not mine - ah I love Ethan omg ))

(A/n): lmao so I just decided that this was pretty cute. I was reading through the prompt’s that I reblogged and I got inspired by number 23. I hate you

Summary: Mark, Ethan and Tyler do a video with you where they do your makeup with things they find in the kitchen.

Warnings: If I said there wasn’t any swearing and fluff, I’d be lying.

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“Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier, and this is the kitchen face challenge!”

The introduction was cheery as per-usual. From the camera’s view, Ethan and Tyler stood on the right of (Y/n); with Mark speaking on the left.

The four were stationed in Mark’s studio, right in front of a large flat screen T.V that showcased a tranquil forest setting.

“Yayy….” (Y/n) uttered manageably, her enthusiasm forced and dry.

Ethen shared (Y/n)’s look of discomfort from beside her, shifting uncomfortably on his heels and giving the camera a cringy smile.

Ouchh,” Mark laughed along with Tyler before Tyler began to explain.

“So basically,” he took a glance at both you and Ethan “Mark is going to do (Y/n)’s full face and I’m going to do Ethan’s and at the end, who’s ever looks the best?” he drawed out and looked to Mark “Wins??”

“Exactly it Tyler.” Mark confirmed. “SO LET’S DO THIS. CAN WE GET 506,000,000 LIKES FOR HOT SAUCE EYESHADOW?!”

The camera zoomed in on Tyler’s face in silence.

They all laughed and broke apart.

“I’ll go get the tarps, yeah?” Tyler asked

“Yes, thanks Ty. (Y/n), you and Ethen go get your chairs that you will be sitting on,” asked Mark “and I will go get the tools~!” he finished in a manic, silly voice.

“Mark,” (Y/n) sighed and she turned to walk with Ethan “I hope you make me look fucking beautiful!”

❆  ❆  ❆

“Okay so I know you are my boyfriend and I should trust you,” (Y/n) began, leaning back in her chair “but I don’t.” she finished.

“NooOOooOoooOoooo…!” Mark whined “I trust me, so you should too.”

Tyler laughed and grabbed his phone.

“Alright, we each have exactly three minutes.” he said

“Ohh god.” groaned Ethen “(Y/n), let’s survive together, okay?” he held out a hand to said girl.

“Alright. You are my anchor.” she replied, dramatically grabbing his hand.

“CRANK(Y/N) CONFIRMED!” Mark and Tyler both shouted at the same time, causing you all to laugh once again.

“I guess I shouldn’t be saying that, because we are dating,” Mark chuckled “so, Ethen! Stay away from my woman, ya’ little blue bastard!”

Everyone laughed more.

“Okay, one… twothreego!” Tyler said quickly, hastily shoving his phone to the side.

“Oh, oh, okay!” Mark sputtered and looked at all the kitchen condiments below him, on the tarp.

“Way ahead of you.” Tyler stated, shoving some flour onto Ethen’s cheeks. “Beauty!” he said in some accent.

“LORDY, I cAN’T SEE!” Ethen wailed, beginning to paw at his eyes.

“DETAILS, DETAILS!” Tyler laughed loudly.

(Y/n) turned slowly to Mark and mouthed ‘please no’, the camera zoomed in on her face.

“Classic red lips is what I’m up for!” Mark said back, a goof smile on his face.

He took some Red Hot and dabbed a bit on his finger tip, being gentle when spreading it upon the girl’s lips. Tipping some also on her cheeks for extra measure.

“It burns.” she hissed, squinting her eyes.

“Beauty is pain, beauty is pain…” Mark repeated, continuing to scour the tarp. The brunette suddenly turned and winked in the direction of the lens. “That’s why it pains me to look at (Y/n) sometimes, because she is so damn pretty.”

“Awe~” she drawled. The Red Hot covered her actual blush.

“Well it pains me to look at you too Mark,” Ethan snickered “because you are so damn ugly.” and then he groaned again “That and this fucking flour makes it hurt when I open my eyes…”

Everyone laughed along with him.

“How much time we got?” Mark questioned.

“Thirty seconds.” Tyler replied. He was finishing up added a coco-powder beard to Ethen.

“Ah, balls!” Mark cried and at last minute snatched the vegemite. “Can someone say eyeshadow? Because I sure can.” he chuckled.

“I fucking can’t.” (Y/n) laughed as Mark applied the heavy spread to her eye lids.

“Time!” Tyler called.

Mark and (Y/n) both couldn’t stop laughing.

“I hate you.” (Y/n) sighed and didn’t even bother to open her eyes.

“Ya’ love me.” Mark said back, laughed his funny laugh, and leaned down to the girl’s face to give her a kiss.

(Y/n) could feel Mark in front of her and knew what he was looking for, so she gave it to him.

A sweet, Red Hot kiss.

“Oh my god, I hate you!” Mark cries dramatically, laughing quaintly “It. BURNS.”

“Beauty is pain.” the rest of them said in unison, bellowing with laughter.

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(A/n): Ah this one is cute though. I really do like this one, even though it’s pretty short?? Oh well. It’s great.

I HAVE A THEORY

Hear me out.
The middle circle of the blurryface cover design (the one that supposedly represents TIMH) is, in-fact, inspired by a magnified onion layer.
Let me take you through it;

Tear in my heart is the first clue. Tear can also be pronounced as tear, such as crying. Tell me, what makes you cry?
Sadness? yeah.

What makes you cry when you don’t want to?
Laughter? sure.
Small animals? i mean go for it…

BUT ONIONS,

ONIONS ALSO MAKE YOU CRY!!!

As Tyler was discussing the design of the cover, he thought of Jenna, whom the song is about, and how she makes him cry (with laughter) even when he doesn’t want to. A thing that onions, can also do (probably not with laughter tho). Onionspiration strikes again.

Point 2:
The song, Tear In My Heart, goes for 3:08 minutes.
Exactly 3:08. A strange number… why not stop at 3 minutes? Why not go the extra 2 second to 3:10. I’ll tell you why;
CLUES
3:08 or as I like to see it as, 308, is the precise street number of the one and only GLASS ONION SOCIETY. I kid you not.

Coincidence? Hardly.

Point 3:
The Blurryface album features three colours; black, white and red.
What do these colours have to do with onions you may ask. Well i’ll tell you;

The two most common colours of onions are…
RED AND WHITE!!!

And the seeds colour?
BLACK!!!

A FLAWLESS OBSERVATION!!!

Point 4:
The music video for the song Tear In My Heart, takes place in Chinatown, Los Angeles.
A very different scene to other of the band’s music videos, the perfect way to hide a clue. In plain sight.
Onions, originate from Asia.
And as we all know, China is part of asia.
Point closed.

Point 5:
LOVE BENEFICIAL TO HEALTH
ONION BENEFICIAL TO HEALTH
boom.

Point 6:
It is a widely know fact (obviously) that the average person consumes around 13 pounds of onion per year.
13?
13.
The exact number of letters in “Tear In My Heart”
Facts in ya face.

Point 7:
At the beginning of the song, Tyler shouts the words ‘Un Yong Haseyo’ a phrase that means ‘Good Morning’ when translated from Korean to English.
“Good Morning”… the exact words any rational, civilised human would utter upon the viewing of an onion.

To any bystander, it would appear that Tyler is screaming ‘Onion i say yo” which is also an appropriate way to greet an onion.

Point 8:
“Tear In My Heart” is the fifth song on the Blurryface album. 5 also just so happens to be the average number of useful and edible layers an onion has.
Like Shrek, an onion is DEEPLY layered. A lot like love.

Onion:

Fifth design:

I know what you’re thinking. “Whats the difference?”. Don’t fret, it took me 2 years to see the truth

And thus, thy case is closed. The fifth or centre circle of the Blurryface album is indeed inspired by a magnified onion layer.

Thank you for letting me enlighten you. Please feel free to add your points to this completely valid, informed and in no way joke of a theory. (also i know people think the middle circle is doubt but i don’t think i can make a theory this stupid about doubt XD)

Living Next-Door To Teamiplier Part 2

Because everyone loved it and I love writing it! Here’s part 2! 

Part 1 can be found here 

Originally posted by bekadmfb

-One hot day, when you were outside, you heard Mark yell “FIRE!” and you were hailed with water balloons from over the fence. 

-You were saturated before you could find shelter in your home.

-You got them back a few weeks later when they were all outside. And to your satisfaction, recording a video. You turned on your hose and soaked them in water. 

-Mark kept that in the video. 

-It quickly became a war between all of you on hot days and no one dared venture outside during LA’s heatstroke. 

-If you have a pool, you invite them over to keep cool. 

-You all spend the day lounging in the pool, too lazy and hot to do anything. 

-You go to them for costume advice. Simply because they have so many and they have experience with dressing up in them. 

-You borrowed their costumes if you fit into them. 

-Even do a fashion parade with them approving or disapproving your choices.

-Amy and Kathrine come over for “quiet time”, when the boys are being too much for them. 

-This turned into a ritual after a long week or day for the girls. They bring over food and drinks and the three of you just hang out. 

-When/If you’re not doing anything at night, Mark will invite you to play video games with them. 

-If you have a console or PC, you join them online and play for hours. 

-You had even been lucky enough to play with the other you-tubers at one point. Which you silently screamed over. 

-Mark invited you to join one of their monthly live-streams. You had at first declined his invitation, but you gave up after Teamiplier harassed you for ages about it. 

-It was alot of fun. You first played with them online, keeping to the safety of your own home. But, after promising to show yourself if the donations got to a certain amount, you joined Teamiplier on the couch. 

-You were amazed by how much fan-art started up with you in it. 

-You donated more because Mark’s speeches inspired you. 

-The community started following you on social media’s and you felt a little over-whelmed by the sheer number of people. 

-One really nice days, you walk Chica with Mark. Sometimes the whole gang comes along and it turns into a day out in a park somewhere. 

-You found that these neighbors were turning into close friends and you were enjoying every moment of it. 

-You’re family visited one time and you could see Teamiplier peeking at you over the fence. Confused by the growing number of people in your yard. 

-They didn’t want to interfere, so they quickly ducked away before you could call them over. 

-Your family questions these “noisy neighbors” which you just tell them they’re nice people. They were just curious. 

-When friends of Teamiplier came over from other countries/cities, you were introduced to them over the fence. 

-”So you’re the elusive, (Y/N)” They said with a warm smile. “My God, I thought we’d never get to meet you!” 


(I ran out of ideas for the moment! Tell me if you guys want another one. I could put more thought into these or if you’d like, you could give me some ideas. Hope you enjoyed it!)

Tyler Seguin

Inspired by Tyler’s insta story yesterday, I got a request of “I need a tyler seguin imagine based on his insta story where he’s inured and its super cute and maybe he tries to have sex and his injury gets in the way pls and thx i love you”

Originally posted by brosillustrated

Warning: Explicit content and swearing

Word Count 2780

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“Come love me!”               

  I glance up from my book, shielding my eyes from the bright sun and spy Tyler sprawled out in the grass with Marshall and Cash.  Both dogs are heavily interested in their own toys and pay their dad no attention whatsoever.

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Best Friend

Title: Best Friend
Pairing:
Brendon Urie/Reader
Type:
Fluff/Angst
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings:
Platonic relationship (sorry lol), angry Brendon, hella swearing
A/N: I got this inspiration from the song Best Friend by Auburn. It’s a great song and I recommend a listen. I might write a part two to make it have a happy ending but only if enough people want it. So let me know! Hehe.

Originally posted by littleballofemo

You and Brendon have been best friends for basically all of high school. You met when your Science teacher partnered you both up for a project. It was odd because you and Brendon were total opposites. He smoked weed, you didn’t. He loved to party, you loved Netflix. But it was an instant connection which blossomed into a great friendship.

You sat at your desk, working on the last page of English homework when your phone buzzed. You sighed as you picked it up to unlock it. It was a text from Brendon.

Y/N! Wanna come over and chill? I got pizza!!!!

You giggled as you mentally read it in his nerdy, happy voice. You glanced over at the time to see it was 4:29pm. You slouched back in your chair as you sighed, sending a reply.

Can’t. I got a date with another one of Jenna’s guy friends in 30 mins. I might ditch it early and come over later though! Sorry, Beebo!!

You hated all these dates that your friends would set you up on. You weren’t focused on finding love but it would be nice to have someone to call your’s. You went back to your homework as wrote the last answers before getting up to walk over to your closet, searching for a decent outfit to wear. As you began to change into a floral dress, your phone went off. You rushed over to it to open the new text from Brendon.

No worries, babes! Just let me know if you’re coming over. USE PROTECTION!! xD

You rolled your eyes at Brendon’s stupid humor before going to put on a pair of beige sandals. You grabbed a small bag and stuffed your wallet and phone into it, along with some chapstick and makeup. Your mom said goodbye as you walked out the door to head to the movie theater a few blocks down your street. You put in your earphones to listen to some music whilst you walked. A few clicks through your playlists and you found a song that you don’t remember putting on your phone. It was called Best Friend and was sung by a girl named Auburn. You hit play and the lyrics began resonating through your ears. You carefully listened the words in the song. Once you finally arrived at the theater, you paused the song and put away your earphones before stepping inside to search for the guy your friend is making you meet. You opened your gallery and opened a picture she had sent of him so you could find him in a crowd.

“Y/N?” A gravelly voice said from behind you causing you to turn in surprise. You sighed as you realized it was your ‘date’ for the evening.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Tyler. Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand towards you.

“Nice to meet you too, Tyler.” You happily shook his hand before walking into the movie with him. He was handsome, no doubt about that. His buzzcut worked with his face perfectly and his eyes were a nice dark brown. His hands soft but strong at the same time.

You two found some seats in the back of the theater as the lights began to turn off for the movie to start. You took a deep breath as you clutched your phone. You didn’t know why but you felt the urge to message Brendon. You didn’t wanna ditch Tyler, he seemed like a really sweet guy but that song you listened to on your way over here made you start realizing certain things. You’ve been on dates with a ton of guys that Jenna had set you up with but none of them seemed like what you wanted. They were totally your type but they didn’t live up to someone else. Someone you were always happy around. Someone you could talk to about anything. Someone like Brendon. Before you knew it the movie was over. Your thoughts had completely distracted you for over an hour. You and Tyler exited the theater and chatted for a little bit, getting to know each other but your mind was still focused on Brendon. After a few more minutes of chatting, you and Tyler said your goodbyes. You quickly began to make your way towards Brendon’s place. You put your earbuds back in and played the same song on repeat as your realizations grew bigger and bigger.

As soon as you made it to his house, you knocked on the door without hesitation. Within moments, Brendon opened the door in a pair of black skinny jean and no shirt. You quietly gasped at the sight but were drawn out of your trance once he said something.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you’d be coming over. I didn’t get a message from you.” He looked quite confused of your presence at his door. He motioned for you to come in and lead you upstairs to his bedroom so you guys could be in private.

“I, uh, I actually came here last minute. I had to tell you something that couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” You spit out in one breath. “I knew I should’ve called or texted you first but this was out of whim and I’m sor-”

“Yo! Y/N, calm down and breathe for a second.” He cut you off and began laughing. “What is it you needed to tell me?” He stepped closer to you.

“Um, I, uh, actually, ugh.” You stuttered, unable to find the right words. Before you thought of what you were doing, your lips attached to Brendon’s. He was still causing you to pull away, completely embarrassed.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking stupid! I shouldn’t have done that.” You covered your face with your hands as you hid your red cheeks from Brendon.

“Are you serious, Y/N?”

“W-what?”

“You go on a dozen dates with all these guys and magically you decide you wanna just jump me one night right after a date? What did he not seem into you? He probably knew about all the other guys who have been all over you before him. I wouldn’t blame him for not being interested!” He suddenly yelled.

“Brendon that’s n-”

“No! Fucking listen to me, Y/N. You can’t just show up at my door out of the blue and expect me to confess my feelings for you just like that. You never fucking notice anything, do you? Obviously not since for the past year I’ve been trying to get you to see that I love you. There, I fucking said it. Are you happy? I fucking love you, Y/N. But you going out on all these dates and then ranting to me about them or telling me how good of a kisser he was, doesn’t fucking make me wanna tell you.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I put that goddamn song on your phone. I wanted to see what would happen once you listened to it. And now I know. You’re just tired of going on dates with dumbass douchebags and desperate teenage boys so you thought that you listening to that song made you realize you liked me. But you don’t. You just want a reason to tell your friends to fuck off and stop setting you up.”

“But I do like you Beebo.” Your voice cracked.

“Just fucking leave!” He screamed causing you to jump in fear.

You left his house and ran home to yours.

If I Die Young

Originally posted by juddxdunkelheit


Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) finding out that Alex committed suicide.

Word count: 1.828

Posted: 01st of May 2017

A/NThis is my 50th imagine, since the day I’ve started, on the 22nd of February, and I wanted to post my favourite imagine, so far. I was listening to the song and an imagine inspiration came into my mind. This made me cry so much, I wonder why I keep on doing this to myself. Anyways, I may post a part two of this imagine! Keep an eye out! 
If you have some Alex requests, feel free to send some in. Thank you so much, guys!

P.S.: (SPOILER!) Before you attack me, I would like to clarify that I think that Alex committed suicide and he wasn’t  shot by Tyler. I mean, he had different signs to show that he was suicidal and I don’t want to be attacked for my own opinion. Thank you.

- G. x

Warning: Mentions committing suicide/shooting, blood, possible death, swearing.


“What did Alex do?! No, I know Alex and he wouldn’t do it!” You shouted while talking to Alex’s dad through the phone. You respected him, but you were shocked for the news that he had in store. “Tell me that he really didn’t do it! Tell me, please!” You hysterically shouted inside of your car as your tears slowly streamed down your face.

“I…” His dad was speechless. He couldn’t believe that his son had the courage to do something like that. He didn’t know what to say, because he was shocked too.

“Alex needs me, I am on my way.” You bit your lower lip as you ended the phone call and threw your phone on the passenger’s seat beside you. “Fuck, Standall!” You hit your steering wheel many times as you cried loudly and uncontrollably on it.

You were scared and heartbroken at the same time. How could Alex ever think of doing that certain thing? He knew that you were still by his side, but why did he leave you? Scratch that, he would never leave you, the right question was why did he choose to do that?

“Alex Standall, please.” You impatiently asked at the nurse for his room at the reception hall. You still had tear stains on your cheeks and you were still hiccupping for pouring your heart out.

“Only the relatives can visit the patient.” The nurse strictly said even though she saw that you were desperate to see Alex. You clenched your teeth as you were trying to stay calm. “Sorry.”

“I am his fucking best friend, so let me in!” You lost your control, because of the thought that you could lose Alex at any moment. “Damn it, that guy was my life and he shot himself in the head, he needs his best friend right now. He fucking needs me right now and you wouldn’t let me in! How can you be so fucking selfish!” You poured your anger and you blamed the nurse for what you were feeling at that moment.

You surely were making a scene and you got some dirty and some pitiful looks from the people that stayed there, but you didn’t care. You wanted to see your best friend and you demanded to see him.

“Security at the reception hall please.” She severely said as she contacted the guards using the phone on her desk. You shot her a death glare as you thought how uncompassionate and callous she was.

“No need, she’s with me.” A deep voice was heard behind you and it revealed you Alex’s dad. “She’s part of the family.” You felt relieved for that and you had your hopes up for a little bit.

“Officer Standall!” You tightly hugged him and he hugged you back. You felt tears still streaming down your face and you broke the hug so his uniform wouldn’t be stained by your tears. “Thank you for being heartless!” You spat those words as if they were venom in your mouth. You didn’t mean to be rude, but you were desperate and the thought of having your best friend in a hospital room terrified you even more.

“C'mon!” He pressed his lips on your temple to give you kiss. He considered you as his daughter and seeing you like that broke his heart even more.

You both walked through the hospital halls with a heavy heart. You were afraid to know if Alex was fine, if he would survive, but you were convinced that he would. In fact, you were already thinking of how you would slap him silly when he’s gotten out of that redundant place. You were thinking of how you would scold him, of how you would take care of him, of how you would tell him that you loved him so much.

“Go on.” Officer Standall encouraged you as he let you enter Alex’s room. You slowly nodded while turning the doorknob to open it.

“Alex.” You murmured to yourself as you saw your best friend lying on a hospital bed. There were uncountable wires attached to his body and your heart sank as you hated him for that short moment. How could he appear that calm when you were being desperate and frantic? “Lex, please wake up.”

You walked near his bed and you took a seat on the chair beside it. You wandered your eyes around the room and everything was white: the walls, the bedsheets, the window curtains. Everything.

“Lex, I am here now.” You grabbed his right hand, luckily that his dextrose was attached on his other hand. “Wake up, stop joking because I am clearly not.”

There was silence in the room, the only thing that could be heard was your soft sobs and the heart monitor that kept on beeping as it flashed Alex’s poor heart rates.

“Alex, I can’t accept this. We aren’t kids anymore, stop playing our old games.” You harshly tortured your bottom lip as you prevented yourself from crying.

You remembered how Alex used to pretend that he was asleep whenever his parents would arrive home and you were his partner in crime. You would play jokes on his brother too, scaring him to death when Alex pretended that he was a zombie.

“Standall, it’s okay if you don’t wake up right now, but please hold on.” You tightened your grip on his hand as tears started to wet your hands. “I am sorry for letting this to happen. I am sorry because I didn’t cheer you up enough, I am sorry because I wasn’t able to make you feel better after those fucking tapes.”

You looked at Alex and you admired his angelic and peaceful face. He had a bandage wrapped around his head with a big blood stain on it. Some of his platinum blonde hair was covered with blood and it made you cry even more.

“Lex, remember the last time you made me cry like this?” You asked him even though you knew that he wouldn’t respond. “Yes, that was during our first and last fight. Alex, you humiliated me in public because I let Montgomery kiss me. Yup, that asshole. I accepted that, but I wouldn’t accept this. You are making me cry and this is the worst reason that you could ever come up to.”

You looked at his pale lips and you thought of how much you preferred those lips than Montgomery’s.

“Standall, you are my best friend because you are you and you never failed to make me laugh. You even made fun of yourself in public when I was so down for a low grade.” You smiled as you remembered those things, still feeling hot tears running down your cheeks. “You even let yourself get beaten up for me.” You shook your head.

“I love defending you!” Alex exclaimed as you were scolding him for getting his ass beaten up.

“You didn’t have to do that, silly!” You smiled at him as you were curing the scars and the wounds.

“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” Alex has said as he dealt with the stinging feeling of the disinfectant. “You know that I would catch a bullet for you, right?”

“Ha! Funny, right?” You sarcastically laughed. “You caught a bullet, but not for me.” You caressed his unanimated hand with your thumb. “I didn’t want for you to catch a bullet for me! I wanted for you to stay beside me, forever and always.”

You appreciated the heat that his hand was emanating and you felt safe, even though you were so scared.

“Little did we both know that I fell in love with you, I fell in love with that contagious and funny laugh of yours, with that broken smile and your dimples. I loved your platinum hair, even though I teased you a lot because of it. I love everything about you, but, mostly,” You confessed and you knew that he could hear you. “I love you, Alex Standall.” You stood up to give a sweet and soft kiss on his pale lips.

You admired his peaceful face once again and smiled.

“I am waiting for you, okay?” You whispered to him and you caressed his hand again. He squeezed your hand and it gave you hope somehow. “Please, don’t go.”

You were about to let go of his hand to call the doctors, but your world was destroyed and it turned upside down as you heard the flatline sound of the heart monitor. Your heart stopped together with his and you fell back on your sit, tears uncontrollably flowing like a river.

“Fuck, Alex!” You couldn’t believe of the happening and you panicked as you gripped on his hand even tighter, tears burnt your red cheeks. “Alex, don’t leave me! Alex! Please don’t!”

“Excuse us, ma'am!” You didn’t hear that the nurses entered his room and you were suddenly pulled away. “Ma'am, please.” The nurses slightly shouted since it seemed like you couldn’t hear them.

“Alex!” You shouted as they forced you to let Alex’s hand go. “Alex, fight! Please!”

“It will be alright.” Those words were the last words you heard from the nurses that night. They left you on the hallway as they did their work inside the room. You saw Alex’s dad with his brother, they were both crying and mourning.

You leant on the white and candid wall behind you as you sobbed, letting your body fall on the ground. You couldn’t understand anything around you as you suddenly saw Alex’s figure across the hall, looking at you and smiling.

And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom, I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger.” You sang together with Alex while he was playing his guitar at your school’s music room.

I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man, but it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever, who would have thought forever could be severed by.” You sang as you were sobbing loudly. You couldn’t continue the song, so you let the music flow as people cried and felt sorry for you.

“(Y/N).” Zach rubbed your back as he tried to comfort you.

“It was for you, Lex, although you promised me that you were the one who would’ve sang it at my funeral.” You said as your voice cracked and your heart broke even more. “Unfair.”

“I promise that I will sing that to you at your funeral.” Alex promised as you did your pinky promise and he unleashed a deep sigh because he already knew that he would’ve taken away his life soon, sad to break his promise.

That night, when the nurses have told you that everything will be alright, you already knew that you lost Alex, you knew that you lost the most important person in your life.


anonymous asked:

Tyler's new instagram post made me think .... what if he posted that fresh after eating the reader out??? His lips look so good in it and that's what it made me think of

alright i guess here’s something fluffier than what i usually write (and substantially longer than i actually intended whoops)


You’re laying in bed, early one morning, still half asleep; as you roll over onto your stomach, attempting to drape your arm over your boyfriend, you find an empty bed, sheets still slightly warm from him having been there recently. You let out a soft, frustrated groan, hoping he’s somewhere nearby to hear your anguish. When you hear a chuckle in the room, you open your eyes slightly to try to find him.

Tyler is sitting across the room,on the sofa by the window, his laptop sitting on his thighs, while he looks at you with a smirk on his face. He’s still wearing the basketball shorts he slept in, along with a pullover hoodie over his t-shirt. You let out a sigh at the sight of him, closing your eyes once again.

“What time is it?” you grumble.

“Almost nine,” he replies, his voice still raspy. You groan once again, wishing you were still asleep; you hear Tyler chuckle again, before the sound of him padding across the room towards the bed. “How’d you sleep, baby?” he whispers, sitting on the side of the bed beside you. You feel him gently rub at your back, moving up to play with your hair.

“Okay, I guess,” you reply, opening your eyes once again to peer up at him. He smiles lazily at you, and you get a better look at the facial hair he had been growing out, already in a stubble. “Why are you up so early?” you ask.

“Got inspired to write some stuff.”

“Come back to bed and warm me up.”

“Oh, you’re cold, huh?” he asks, his hand trailing down your back again.

“Mmhm,” you hum, watching him lift the blanket up to peer underneath it.

“Maybe it’s because you’re only wearing a t-shirt and some panties,” he chuckles, caressing your backside. You hum contentedly, eyes closing once again. “You want me to warm you up?” he rasps. When you nod your head, Tyler chuckles quietly, fingers gently squeezing your backside. “Lay on your back,” he instructs.

You do as you’re told, rolling over onto your back, but keeping your eyes closed. Tyler slips his hand beneath the blanket, pushing your shirt up your stomach and pressing his fingers past the waistband of your panties. You instinctively spread your thighs to give him more access as you feel his fingers delve into your wetness.

He gently strokes your clit, making your body hum at the contact; your eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze. He’s watching you intently, his eyes clouded over already but no emotion on his face; it’s as though he’s so focused on your pleasure he has no time for emotions.

When you let out a soft whine, the corner of his mouth twitches up into a small smirk before he slips his fingers towards your entrance. His fingers tease your hole for a moment, before he carefully dips them into you; it almost catches you off guard, so you shove your hand under the blankets to grasp his wrist.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispers. “Do you want me to eat your pussy, really soft and slow?”

“Yes,” you breathe, biting your lip as you keep eye contact with him.

Tyler smirks at you, acting quickly; he ducks under the blanket, pulling it over his head as he kneels between your thighs. He helps you work your panties off of your legs, pulling them back around him as he gets more comfortable. You feel his hands press at your inner thighs, pushing them further apart before he dips his head towards you, licking up from your entrance to your clit.

He begins to work, teasing your entrance with his tongue for a few moments, before pressing it into you, tonguing you slowly. You gasp softly, slipping your hand beneath the blanket to thread your fingers through his hair; when you head him moan against you from the way you tug his hair, his tongue begins to work faster before he slows down again, pulling his head back.

“You know how I get when you pull my hair, baby,” he mutters from beneath the blanket.

“And now that it’s growing back, I get to do it again.”

He laughs softly, almost a giggle as he presses his mouth to your clit; he begins to suck on it, very gently as his fingers find their way towards your entrance. He uses the juices that have seeped from you to coat his fingers, pushing them into you slowly. You groan out and push your head harder against the pillow, grip tightening on his hair.

He continues his slow, sloppy motions of his mouth, letting go of your clit so he can tease it with his tongue from his wide open mouth. You can hear him panting, his fingers maintaining their slow pace to match the movements of his tongue.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you breathe out.

You feel his stubble rubbing against you harshly, a vast difference between the friction it causes and the actions of his mouth. Sucking on your clit again, Tyler lets out a moan, trying to maintain his own composure from what he’s doing to you, in an effort to keep his pace. Finally, you feel your orgasm very slowly building in your stomach, walls clenching around his fingers.

“C’mon, baby,” he mutters against you.

The mix of his slow movements, his stubble on your skin, and the soft whimpers he’s letting out push you over the edge, very slowly; your body quakes beneath him, thighs trembling and breathy moans falling from your mouth. You pull on his hair much harder than you intended, but when you head Tyler groaning, you know how he loves it.

You continue to shake from the waves of your climax, eyes closed tightly until you feel him pull back from you. You open your eyes, looking down to watch him pull the blanket off of his head to look up at you with a wide grin.

“You liked that?” he asks, licking his lips. You nod your head unable to speak, earning another soft chuckle from him. He crawls back up your body, pressing a gentle, passionate kiss to your lips. “You gonna go back to sleep?” he asks, softly, brushing your hair from your forehead.

“Maybe,” you reply, lazily.

“I’ll leave you alone, then,” he whispers, stroking your cheek. “I’ve got more writing to do.” He kisses you once more, before climbing from the bed; he makes sure you’re tucked back into the covers, then crosses back to the sofa. You watch him for a moment, unbeknownst to him, seeing him lifting his phone up to take a selfie; after a few minutes, you hear the notification on your phone, signifying that someone you follow posted on Instagram.

“Are you serious, Tyler?” you mutter, knowing exactly what he did. He giggles once more, tossing his phone onto the sofa and pulling his laptop back into his lap.

“Go to sleep, baby. You’re worn out.”

10

I know I’m a little late but… I was fortunate enough to see Markipliers You’re Welcome Tour and it was phenomenal. For a few years now, Mark has been a giant inspiration to me. He’s helped me through some of the toughest situations and darkest days. He makes me believe in myself and others and I can never thank him enough for helping me so much. I’m so proud of this show and all the hard work everyone put into it. I never thought I’d be in the same city as Mark, let alone the same building along with Ethan, Tyler, Wade, and Bob. It’s truly been a dream come true to see you all, and hopefully it’s not the only time.

Thanks guys, you’re amazing! I love you all!

@markiplier @crankgameplays @lordminion

A/N: I generally keep my fics gender neutral so this assumes that you guys are adopting. But I did think Tyler having a baby girl would be really really cute so that’s my own personal bias.
Word Count: 500
Title: Bundle of Joy

You’d never felt so nervous in your whole life, and you weren’t even the one giving birth. You and Tyler bounced around the waiting room, glancing every few seconds to the doorway, to the nurses station and to your phones. Tyler paced back and forth as you sat in the chair, tapping your foot. Any moment now.

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Quiet, They’ll Hear Us!

Originally posted by jchnmulany

Request: This is my first request so bear with me… Could you possibly do a Markiplier x fem!reader where the reader is Tyler’s sister and she’s secretly dating Mark then one day Tyler walks in on them making out or something, sorry if that’s a bad prompt. :)

Summary: Big brother Tyler finds out little sister Fem!Reader has been sneaking around with Mark. Shook

A/N: OK guys this is one of my favorite tropes ever I loved writing this one! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1300, full of angst lol

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gif/graphic tag game: favorite dw female character + favorite outfit (tagged by claraoswalder)
↳ tagging: whatisyourlefteyebrowdoingdavid+ heartbreakingtennant

Is She Mine?

Josh Dun x Fem!Reader | masterlist

AU: You and Josh split and he finds you a few years later.. Except, you have a little girl.

A/N: It’s been a LONG time. This is relatively shorter than my other fics. I got inspired though! Hope you enjoy!


Positive.
You couldn’t believe it.
You were pregnant.
You were worried about how Josh would take it, after all, you two had never talked about starting a family. You planned on talking to him about it tonight though. You two had a date planned, and it was perfect.
He arrived to pick you up, and had a bouquet of roses.
“I missed you!” he exclaimed as he pulled you close and kissed you.
“Josh, it’s only been a few hours!”
“I know, but I miss you anytime I’m away from you.”

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Heathens | Tyler Joseph

Originally posted by aaasseenn

A/N: Inspired by the music video and the Batman universe! 

Word Count: 7317 words (whoops?)

Also, I’m thinking about opening my request box for the first time? Maybe? I’m still debating, but enjoy! 

This lovely gif is not mine!

Arkham Asylum. A place that holds the worst criminals and the most demented minds in all of America. With maximum security that even an army couldn’t bust through, and the isolation from the rest of the city, it makes it the ideal place to hold such people. It’s a dark, rainy island, not a happy soul in sight it seems. Ever since the boat ride over here, not one person has cracked a smile. I watch as the rain splatters against the windshield of the boat and the occasional crash of a wave. I smooth out my pencil skirt then adjust my blouse. I seem so out of place with my formal attire, but my profession requires it. I’m a psychiatrist, have been for about four years now, treating the criminally insane back to a healthy mindset. All of my patients have been cured and I have yet to fail once so that’s why I’m on this boat surrounded by SWAT members. I’ve been assigned to a new patient who was just admitted to Arkham a month ago. He’s gone through several different psychiatrists who gave up on him, said he was too far gone to be helped, and some grew frightened of him and eventually went mad themselves. Well I, for one, have never given up on a single soul. That’s why they call me the best. There’s so much to discover and learn about why these people do the things they do. It’s one of the reasons I chose this profession; my curiosity gets the best of me sometimes.

The boat pulls up the dock and a guard helps me out. Behind me, climbs out three others. With my briefcase in hand and my pea coat pulled tight around me, I follow them up the wooden pier and to a vehicle that’s waiting for us. My heels click against the planks. I take in my surroundings: the infirmary rests on our far right between two guard towers as well as a couple other buildings, and to our left rests the asylum itself. It’s so much larger in person than what I’ve seen in pictures. Large metal gates and multiple guards riddle the walkways above it. “Ms. (Y/L/N), a pleasure.”

“Captain,” I reply before I climb into the backseat of the Jeep. I set the briefcase on my lap the adjust the ballerina bun on my head, making sure a hair isn’t out of place. We drive up to the metal gates and are buzzed in. They open to reveal a large courtyard. The older military leader clears his throat.

“I suppose you’ve read the paperwork we’ve sent you.”

I nod. “Of course, several times actually. To the point where I have it memorized.” I smile sheepishly as he chuckles. “Patient 12188: Tyler Joseph, or also known as Blurryface among the citizens. Simply stated, he’s a sociopath who suffers from schizophrenia. He’s a highly skilled thief who robs the rich to benefit the poor, never once being caught be the authorities, until now. Due to his actions, his influence spread throughout the city and even established a following to help assist him in his assaults.”

“Very good. I knew we got the best.” He comments. “He’s so manipulative, Doctor, always saying things we want to hear. If we don’t make progress soon, I fear he may be hopeless.”

“I don’t believe that. I never give up on my patients.”

“And that’s exactly why we hired you.” We climb out of the car and head into the building. We make our way past the labs, test tubs and gurneys everywhere. “Don’t let him influence you or sweet talk you. He’s gone through too many of our best doctors.” The Captain presses a button when we step into the elevator. We ride it down deep into the cells. Manic laughter bounces off the walls. “Here’s the interrogation room where you will see him. Guards will be outside of you need anything. Good luck.” I nod as he opens the door and I step inside.

It’s bright white everywhere: the walls, the floor, even the two chairs and table. In one of them is my patient in an tan strait jacket. He’s facing away from the door, hunched over whispering something to himself. My heels echo in the room loudly. I sit in the chair across from him and pull out my manila folder full of notes, setting it next to a device on the corner of the table. A bright red button is on the center of the box. This is for if my patients grow out of control or if I feel threatened, I can press it and guards will pile in, seizing them from the room.  

“They sent another one. That’s nine this month. When will they get the hint?” He says when he looks at me with brown eyes. A slow smile creeps across his face.

“Actually, you’ve gone through eleven.”

“Oh? More than I thought. That’s just wonderful. What’s your name, lovely?” He leans forward in his chair.

“You may refer to me as Dr. (Y/L/N), and none other.” I state sternly.

“Oh, why not? I know we’re going to get on a personal level so why not start off right? A first name basis to make ourselves more comfortable around each other.” He chuckles. “I’m sure you already know my name, right? Supposedly, I’m the talk of Gotham right now.”

“You were for awhile, yes. However, no personal matters about myself will be discussed, only yours. That’s why I am here.”

“Maybe, I don’t want your help. I’m perfectly happy here. I’ve made so.. many.. friends..” His eyes run up and down my body, then back up to my eyes.. “What’s the harm in one more? Will you be my friend, Doctor?”

“I’ll be your professional friend. That’s it.”

“What’s the matter? Friends in high and low places. Here, there, anywhere. I want to get to know you, too.” He throws me a wicked smile.

“We aren’t here to discuss me, Mr. Joseph.” I retort, remaining calm.

“But it’s not fair. You know all about me, and I know nothing of you.” He leans forward in his chair. “Can I at least know your name, please?” His voice sounds small and hopeless.

At this rate, I’m never going to make progress, so I sigh and lace my fingers together. “It’s (Y/N) and that’s-”

“A very beautiful name.” He cuts me off. This time his smile is more.. charming to say the least. “Do people have a nickname for you?”

“Uh,” I stutter as his smile softens. I avert my gaze from his chocolate eyes that all of a sudden make me nervous. “N-no, they just call me (Y/N).” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “And that’s all you get to know about me.”

He sits back in his chair carelessly, a somber looks now on his face. “Fine, you want to know about me? I’m a robber, ya know? Bang, bang, take all the money, run from the coppers.” He smiles. “It’s very fun, (Y/N) you should give it a try.”

Ignoring his comment, I scan over my notes. “You also give back to the poor, I’ve learned. Why do you do it? Do you find joy in it? Bringing the less fortunate happiness?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t know. It was just mindless fun at first, ya know? I was doing it for myself. I con the big wigs out of it, or use brute force if needed. Then I would just see all these families that struggled out on the streets are barely scrapping by and.. why not give back a little? The rewards are great and the friends that soon followed are even greater.” I scribble down some new information on the backside of a piece of paper as he continues. “They never knew what was coming since I was so unpredictable. Sometimes it’d be easy, like giving someone a flower.” He chuckles. “But my friends would let me know if there’s trouble in the future, so that flower may turn acidic. Who knows?” He shrugs with a grin. “I assume you know how I was captured?”

“No actually, I didn’t. Care to enlighten me?”

“Hm, so (Y/N) doesn’t know everything?” He averts his eyes to the table, then back up at me. “I was meant to team up with Joker and Harley; they wanted to rob the richest bank in Gotham, keeping every last dime for themselves, but.. that’s not the way I work, since everybody gets an equal cut. Me being me, my friends and I devised a plan to steal some money back for the ones who rightfully deserve it. It all worked out pretty well from the get go, until that bat caught wind a day after the heist. In the end though, the three of us ended up with nothing except for a long sentence here.” He lets out a small laugh. “The Joker and Harley Quinn though. Isn’t that a story?”

I lean back in my chair, arms crossed. “It’s not love, Mr. Joseph. It’s infatuation, lust, obsession, all from Harley’s end. What they have is abusive and unhealthy.”

He raises a brow. “I never said it was. However, I do think it’s interesting on how they met.” A smile plays on his lips. “Kinda like this, huh? A psychiatrist and a sociopath-”

“Stop! You’re making idiotic assumptions.” I cut him off abruptly making him laugh. “I keep things strictly professional at my sessions for one, and I do not have Harley’s mindset for two.”

“It’s only a thought, but I agreed with you. It’s toxic and I don’t appreciate the way he treats her.” His tone of voice changes when looks to the ground. “The emotional and psychical abuse is appalling. Why would you want to hurt someone who cares for you so deeply?”

“Maybe because he’s the very definition of insane?”

“I’ll admit I do have issues, but I could never resort to hurting people I care about.”

I throw him a small smile. “Well this is a good start Mr. Joseph.” Pushing my glasses up on my nose, I clear my throat then ask. “So how did you get started doing this? Did it just happen?”

“Same as every story. I needed some money, but I wasn’t stupid enough to put on a ski mask and walk in the front, guns blazing.” He chuckles. “Because I’m careful. It took me a few weeks to plan the whole thing, smoothed out every bump, but I went in that bank as calm as could be, posing as a completely different person. Then bam, took someone’s entire life savings right out from under them. The money was nice so I just kept going; I was supporting my family, and those less fortunate. However, the more money that came in, the more attention I got, but the more attention I got, more friends came knocking on my door. It didn’t happen often though, since every time I’d pull a heist, I would just vanish. Those friends who did come have been observing me, learning my trick and trade. They loved it so much that they found me and wanted in.”

“You weren’t worried about undercover police?”

He scoffs and rolls his brown eyes. “Please, I have a fabulous read on people. They’re like ghosts to me, I can see right through them. So no, I wasn’t worried and no one tried any funny business either I made sure of that.” He leans back in his chair. “Of course, these heists weren’t clean all the time, people were difficult like I’ve mentioned. Things got bloody..” He grows quiet, a blank stare fixated on the table.

“Did you not want it to be that way?” He’s silent for a few moments. There seems to be a different side of Tyler that hates who he has become or at least from what I’ve concluded so far. This other person inside of him prevents his true self from showing, however it’s my job to reveal it.

“Um, n-no not at first. I didn’t want that on me, but.. sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, ya know? Now it happens so often that it doesn’t phase me anymore.” He lets out a small laugh. “Typical sociopath, huh?”

“It’s doesn’t have to be like that, Mr. Joseph. You can change and I’ll help you do so. It’s my job after all.”

“What if I don’t want to change? What if I’m perfectly content with the way I am?”

“How? I don’t understand. Don’t you want to walk down the street without people looking away in fear or without being on the run twenty-four seven? It has to be exhausting for you and your friends.”

“It’s fine, we’re fine.” The tone of his voice is flat.

“What about a family or a wife? Don’t you want those, too?” He doesn’t say anything. Maybe I’ve struck an intellectual gold mine in that mind of his. “People are afraid of you. How can you have something if everyone just runs away all the time?” No response. Time to move, I guess. I scan over the next section of my notes that I want to discuss. “What can you tell me about Joshua Dun?”

He finally speaks meeting my eyes with a cold hard gaze. “Nothing. Don’t speak of him.” The harshness in his voice sends a chill throughout my entire body.

“Isn’t he your best friend though?”

“Don’t fucking talk about him!” He screams suddenly, arising from his chair. It screeches against the concrete floor. My heart jumps out of my chest and my eyes widen in fear. “Ask me anything you fucking want, but leave him out of it!” His brown eyes are dark with anger, not large and innocent as before. The tone of his voice is hostile. Even though his arms are bound, he could still potentially injure me. From what I’ve read, he’s rather crafty so I assume he’s escaped straitjackets once or twice. My shaky hand reaches for the red button. His gaze immediately falls down to my quivering fingers and in an instant his emotions change. “No, no, please don’t press that.” His voice is quiet as he takes a step closer. I look back up at him and his eyes are watery. A feeling of remorse washes over me, but they still hover over the button. “Please (Y/N), I don’t mean to scare you.” He glances at the door. “It’s just that.. It’s a sensitive subject for me. Josh was my best friend and my right hand man.. He was taken here when I was, but they did things to him. They changed him. He’s not Josh anymore! Not the one I know!”

“Mr. Joseph-”

He collapsed to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I get up from my seat and squat down in front of him, coaxing him with gentle words. “I’m sorry I didn’t know. I promise I won’t bring him up anymore. It was just a part of my session.”

“A part of your session..” He mumbles. “Do you even care about me or is this just work for you?”

“Of course I care, that’s why I’m here.”

“No, you’re here because they want me to talk out my feelings.” He sniffles, the tears still falling. “I’m so tired of talking. Why can’t they just leave me to die in here?”

What I did next surprised even myself. I’m a stern follower of rules when it comes to my job, but I just couldn’t handle him speaking like that. I engulf him in a tight hug and noticed him flinch at my touch, but he relaxes and buried his head into my shoulder, still sniffling.

“Don’t say that. Everyone gets better, even the ones who are ready to give up. We won’t speak of Josh anymore, I promise.”

“Thank you,” He whispers. “A-and I don’t mind talking with you either. You’re.. very nice company.”

* * *

Tyler has by far been the most interesting patient I have ever treated. His view of the world is astonishing and how he came to be as well. Most of my days have been spent with him in that dull white room as we talk the day away. Each minute that goes by he opens up more, exposing what I feel is his old self. He discusses more normal topics with me and is more attentive when I speak. He even told me a tiny bit about his past, which is still a sensitive subject for him. I mentioned some things about my life, which again is another rule broken, but I can’t help but be myself around him. He’s still a patient in a strait jacket. The professional side of me screams, but that’s going to change today. Since he’s dramatically improved by my stand point, I think he doesn’t need one anymore. I don’t feel as if he’s a threat. Anytime I’ve tried to press the button, he immediately feels remorse and apologizes profusely before sitting back down in his chair. He has a hatred for the doctors here and the guards, yet he never had the intent of hurting any of them. He just stays away. These past few weeks have been rather remarkable.

The two usual guards greet me with a nod as I approach the door. Scanning my badge of the pad beside the door, I hear the four locks click then it opens and inside I step with my briefcase and a little surprise for him. The heavy door shuts behind me as I walk over to the table, heels clicking like normal. Instead of my usual bun, my hair flows loosely down over my shoulders. Mainly, because I was running a little late this afternoon. This other doctor, Martin, who works in the ward has been trying to ask me out for a few days now. While I do admire his feeble attempts, I’m just not into dating right now. So it’s becoming sort of a bother, but nothing I can’t handle. “Hi, (Y/N). You’re a little late. Something I didn’t expect from someone so pristine as you.” He smiles warmly as I sit down, smoothing out my skirt. I set my case on the table.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s a long story. It’s nice to see you, too, Tyler.” I return his smile.

He chuckles and leans back in his chair, arms bound by the rather hideous jacket. “Trust me I have all the time to listen to your endeavors.”

“Okay, but first I have a surprise for you.”

He raises a brow as I stand up and motion him to do the same. “Turn around,” He does so hesitantly. My fingers carefully undo the four buckles in the back then turn him around as stares at me in awe. The only thing that’s holding his arms now is the front strap so I release that, too. His arms fall to his sides, the bindings graze the floor. “You’re letting me go?”

“Well, not exactly. I’m not making you wear that anymore. You’ve improved so much, it’s not necessary. And.. I trust you.”

“You don’t know how much that means to me to hear you say that.” He says, beaming. He takes throws the jacket on the floor, revealing the top half of his orange jumpsuit. “Wow, I feel so free!” He exclaims as he stretches the muscles in his arms. “Thank you!”

I giggle. “You’re welcome, but I also have one more thing for you.” I pop open my suitcase and he starts to come over but I stop him with my finger. “Hold on! Don’t ruin the surprise!” He chuckles then gasps when I reveal the all black jumpsuit. “I know awhile ago you said you didn’t love the orange so I pulled some strings and got you this.”

“I appreciate it, (Y/N).” He takes it with a grin and holds it up to himself before thanking me again. He folds it up and sets it on the table. “As much as I enjoy everything, seeing you is still the best thing so far.” I feel my cheeks heat up. Ah yes, Tyler has gotten more charming since our first meeting. I’m not going to say I don’t enjoy all the admiration because that’s a lie, but I need to refuse his compliments. Too bad that’s almost impossible. “Now the little flower is as red as a rose.”

“You certainly have a way with words.”

“It’s how I am. So what did you want to tell me?” He sits back down in the metal chair, as do I.

“Right. I was running late because there’s this other doctor who keeps asking me on dates when clearly I’m not interested. I refused his offers, but he’s so persistent.” His look is rather.. distant as soon as my explanation leaves my lips. His warm brown eyes turn cold. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a gossip especially with you, it’s very unprofessional.” I shrug it off like its nothing.

“No, it’s fine.” Tyler retorts, not moving an inch. “What’s his name?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not, (Y/N)? We’re friends, right?” He throws me a half smirk, making my heart pound in my chest. I nod. “So what it is?”

“Martin,” At the mention of his name, Tyler rolls his eyes and grimaces. Fingers balling into two tight fists.

“I hate that man. He’s always poking his tools at my friends, thinking he can fix our minds by digging into our brains. He’s the one who corrupted Josh..”

“I’m sorry. I’ve never agreed to lobotomy; I always thought it was inhumane, and to know that he was the one to do that to Josh..” I gulp, trailing off. “He hasn’t tried anything on you, has he?”

He shakes his head with that same smirk. “No, but I appreciate your concern for me.” His hand inches toward mine and slides over the top before his fingers curl around my palm. His touch is cool, feeling like a million pinpricks at first, but now is as soft as a pile of feathers. My eyes flick up to him in response to his courageous action, yet I don’t pull away. Instead, my thumb brushes over his fingertips.

“I told you I care about my patients. I don’t believe that surgery is going to fix anything except make you a vegetable. I certainly don’t want that for you.”

His other hand comes under his chin, the look of warmth returning to those chocolate eyes along with my admiration for them. “I’m glad we are on the same page.” He pauses. “Hey, could you do something else for me?” I answer with a hum, too focused on gazing upon every feature of his face. A chiseled jawline that’s covered with a dark stubble, the small curve on his chin, a small slender nose, pale pink lips that are slightly chapped, and those hypnotizing brown eyes that hold my attention every time I look at them. His voice is rather quiet. “Can we take a field trip somewhere tomorrow? I need a change of scenery.”

“I think I can arrange something.”

“Thank you, lovely.”

* * *

The trip to the white washed room was much lighter this time. I had no briefcase, my lab coat was left hanging on the coat rack back in my room in the ward. The only thing I have on my today is my ID badge to have access to other area on the island. It swings back and forth from its place clipped to the pocket of my blouse. I kept my promise and decided to relocate our session to a place of his choosing. Of course, this field trip is unapproved and not recommended. My temporary co-workers thought the idea was preposterous, saying that he was luring me to my misfortune. Internally, I rolled my eyes at all their comments. He wouldn’t hurt me.

I trust him.

Greeting the security, I scan my badge and push open the metal door. To my surprise, I don’t spot Tyler in his usual spot in the chair. I scan the room then call out his name, my voice growing more worried with each blank response. Just as I turn around to exit, there he stands greeting me with a loud boo, a wide smirk forming just after. I jump backward, my hand falling over my chest which earns a small chuckle from him. “Where were you?”

“I was.. hiding. Over there.” He nods towards the far corner of the room where I glazed over at least four times. How could I miss the bright orange jumpsuit? Or the strait jacket?

“Why a-and.. how? I looked everywhere for you.”

He smiles. “I don’t know, I just wanted to mix it up a little, see if I still got it after these two months without any fun.” I shake my head with slight smile then start to unbuckle the front restraint. “There are many reasons why they called me Blurryface, lovely.” He says after a minute, eyes burning into my forehead. “I was just a guy in the shadows, a blur in broad daylight.” Meeting that brown gaze, an instant flush spreads across my cheeks making him giggle. I retreat behind him and undo those bindings as well.

“I see we are using past tense? What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t know. Change, perhaps? It’s just a thought, however.. So where are you taking me, (Y/N)?”

“Well that’s great news! I’m proud that you’re considering it. You’ve come so far. And I don’t know, I thought I’d let you choose since you’re the patient.” I say as I undo the last tie. His arms slip free, branching outward to stretch the muscles in his arms. I catch a glimpse of a two thin lines circling the entirety of his wrist. I can’t recall him ever having any tattoos; it’s not mentioned in his file and none are visible from the pictures I’ve seen. I’m curious to know if any other markings ink his tanned skin?

“So I can take you anywhere I want?” He asks when he turns around to face me.

“Well not.. anywhere. I don’t know what kind of trouble you could get me into.”

He throws me a closed mouth smirk. “Are.. are you afraid of me?”

“More afraid of what you’re capable of. I know how you manipulated those other women before me to get what you want. I don’t want to be the same, Tyler. I’m here to help you, not to hurt you.”

He seems a little a taken back at my address. I’m unsure what feeling those brown eyes hold: sadness, disappointment, or utter shock. Perhaps it’s a combination of all three. “How could I hurt something that I adore so much? It doesn’t make any sense; I’m no Joker.”

“There’s a large number of psychological reasons..”

My answer makes his bottom lip quiver. “It still doesn’t change that fact that I care for you.. Nothing can.”

How can someone so damaged have a slight grip on my heart? There’s nothing I want more than to say the same. I’d never thought I would come to face the fact that I have a small crush on one of my patients. He’s just so fascinating from all the handiwork he’s done, and charming from each little sentence that falls from his lips. And better yet, he’s changing for the better, I hope. There’s a small distance between us. “Make me believe you..”

All he does is throw me a smile, then grabs my hand leading us to the heavy metal door. “Better let me go first,” My hand falls out of his warm grasp as I make the move to push open the door. He mutters something under his breath as I walk out, the two guards standing by the door are appalled and draw their weapons immediately. “Miss? What are you doing? He’s not in his restraints!”

“What’s wrong boys? Afraid I’ll rough ya up again like last time?” Tyler chuckles then I shoot him a glare, wiping the smile off his face. Clearing my throat, I address the worried men. “Gentlemen, this is all apart of my session. We have made progress where he no longer is required to have the jacket. I have everything under control, trust me.”

They look at each other with hesitation, guns still drawn. “I don’t know miss, he’s an unstable one. Causes us the most trouble here aside from the Clown Prince..”

“We will be fine. I have a radio if anything goes wrong. Just let me continue my work, please?” Once again, they share a glance then lower their weapons, nodding. I give thanks, then head towards the exit, keeping an hand wrapped around Tyler’s bicep. It feels so.. strong underneath my grasp.

“You’re a sweet talker, I like that.” He whispers, making me blush as we walk out of the guard’s sight. The screams from other patients in their cell taunts me, but Tyler smiles with delight, some even call out his name. They must be his friends. His hands falls around my shoulders when he senses how tense I’ve become. My body instinctively draws closer, the heat from his torso is oddly comforting. “Don’t worry lovely, we are almost there. I’ll keep you safe.” We weave through the hallways until we enter the large botanical garden filled with flowers of all colors and lush greens. Poison Ivy’s cell isn’t too far away, but she’s sealed off to prevent calling for her children to help her. “And here we are! Isn’t it pretty?” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, taking in all the scents and smells.

“Yes, it is. Do you come here often?”

Nodding, his hand slides off my shoulder and down my arm to my hand, lacing our fingers together we start to stroll around. “Guess you could say this is my happy place? Ya know some place for your mind to escape to?” He admires the greenery flourishing on every patch of dark soil. “And every petal here reminds me of you..” His voice grows faint and soft. His fingers pluck off a purple Dahlia with a yellow center, then offers it to me. Thanking him, I take it gently with a shy smile and lift to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent. “A flower for my flower.” He whispers.

“Yes, this is Outpost A, we have a Code Red concerning the medical ward, Code Red in the medical ward. Over.”

The intercom buzzes over head. “Oh my,” I whisper in awe. His eyes fall the floor suddenly, almost like he’s nervous. “What’s the matter, Tyler?” I place the flower inside my pocket. He stutters to make a complete sentence and begins stepping away from me. My brows come together in confusion. “You can tell me, it’s alright.”

“Doctor Martin is down, along with several others. I repeat multiple medical staff are down! Inmates are in the loose, requesting backup!”

My eyes widen in horror and my jaw drops to the floor. He looks up with a watery gaze, outstretching his hands wanting me to stay close. “Please.. I-I didn’t do anything; you have to believe me.. don’t leave me.. everyone always leaves me. I love you, lovely, please stay!” Sirens are heard throughout the compound followed pair countless pairs of boots hitting the grass. “Say something!” Seconds later, guards pile into the garden and fly past my shoulders, grabbing Tyler by each bicep. I just watch with tears in my eyes as he calls my name, trying to break free. “No! Stop!”

It’s not long before they’ve taken him away to who knows where and I’m alone with my thoughts. So many are bouncing around in my brain, I can’t see straight. He loves me? Did he kill Martin? Who escaped? What are they going to do with him? “He really does care for you dear.” My head turns to the sultry voice of Poison Ivy. I must’ve been so out of it that I stumbled into her chamber a few feet away. She strolls up to the bullet proof glass wearing nothing but a deep red blouse held together with only one button and a leaf bikini bottom. Vines likes veins cover her entire body except for her pale green face, and her eyes are illuminating a neon green color. Hair like fire falls down past her bust.

“What..?” I sob.

“He comes here a lot when he escapes from his cell. A kind fellow indeed, much better than that clown. His intentions are good, but people see it as evil. It’s sad to confuse it. Simply he’s giving to the less fortunate. Taking from folk who don’t deserve it, although I’m sure you know that.” I nod slowly. What is she getting at? “He loves you dearly. Talks about you all the time to himself or to me. So I have to say it’s an honor to me you even I feel like I already know you.”

“Why would he do that for me? Kill..?”

“Love makes people do crazy things. You of all people should know, doctor. But who is to say it was him? Martin certainly is an evil man.. so who knows? He certainly has his enemies.”

“Did they take him somewhere different?”

“Probably the isolation chamber underground. That’s where all the severly unstable people are, but aren’t we all? That’s why we are here.” And with that she disappears back into the shadows of her cell laughing to herself, and I’m left wondering: do I actually feel the same?

* * *

The high moon leaks in from the small window of my room. My fingers peck the keys on my desktop computer as update some information on another patient of mine. My glasses rest of the tip of my nose like a librarian’s as I focus hard on the screen. The tendrils of hair on either side of my head hang loosely from my bun. They occasionally tickle my cheek so I blow them out of the way. Hitting enter one more time, I finish the inputting data and close my laptop then slide it into the case located underneath my bed. My eyes find the familiar manila folder located on the far end of the minimalist room; inside it contains information of the man who seems to be taking a hold of my heart and squeezing tightly, refusing to let go. I avert my eyes as my lips form a small line, as if he’s standing in the room. He loves you dearly. Was Ivy being honest or just pushing me over the edge? Am I insane for trusting a deranged criminal? I push myself of my temporary bed and pace around the room, his voice whispers in my ear. How can I hurt someone I adore so much?

A flower for my flower. My shaky hands dives into my pocket and pulls out the perfectly preserved Dahlia. It’s almost like I feel his presence behind me. The small breeze from the open window is like his breath grazing the side of my neck. As my eyes flutter close, I see him there with his strong arms wrapped around my waist and those lips below my ear. I love you, lovely, please get me out of here. With eyes snapping open, I tuck the gift back inside my pocket and grab my badge off the desk. Clipping it on the pocket of my white button up that’s tucked into some black slacks, I head over to the door and open only to come face to face with two military personnel. “Oh gentlemen, you startled me.”

“Sorry miss, but due to the recent issue we have to keep close watch on everyone in this department.”

“I’m sorry to have heard, but if it’s not any trouble would you mind escorting me to the hospital? I seem to have left some paperwork I need for a patient I was treating there.”

He gives his colleague a look then nods his head to follow. The walk was silent and chilly, but when we reached the doors of the hospital I broke it. “Did you find out who committed the crime?”

“We think it was Blurryface’s crew, but some inmates were also Joker’s so we are unsure who executed the order.” I guide them towards the area near where they keep the vaccines.

“I’ll be just a moment.” I slip into the storage area and rummage not for paperwork, but a powerful tranquilizer used for calming out of control patients. I grabbed two vials, filling two needles to an appropriate dosage. With this amount, it should take ten seconds to take the down. I peer through the small window of the door and see that both have their back turned towards it, both sharing small talk. I’ll admit my palms feel sweaty, but I’m not killing them. I’m simply putting them to sleep for awhile. I grab a handful of papers off a filing cabinet and exit into the hallway, encouraging them to lead me back to my room. We walk back outside and head back to my room, but before the reached halfway to my building, I pulled out the needles and jabbed both into each of their necks. They yelped a tiny bit before collapsing to the ground, their guns and keys clinking during the fall. A surge of adrenaline rushed through me when I plucked the keys from the guard’s pocket and rushed towards my next destination.

The isolation cell pathway was dark, eerie, and lonely. Echoes of tormented patients fill my ear drums making my feet pick up the pace. The clicks of my heels reverberate off the concrete walls. I wish Tyler was with me; I need his comfort. At the end of the hallway is a set of stairs leading down to a lowly lit corridor, and at the end resides a giant metal door with one guard posted beside it. How am I going to get by him? I let out a nervous sigh and start down the hallway; I’ll just play it by ear. “Ma'am, are you lost? You’re not suppose to be down here.”

“What do you mean? This is where I was directed by the Captain.” I cross my arms to show assertiveness. “This is where my patient is being held now and he’s instructed that I continue my work.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“It’s only seven. You know what? Fine. If you want to interfere with the Captain’s orders, I’ll be certain to mention your name,” I lean over and squint at his name tag. “George. I’ll be on my way.” I turn on my heel and smile to myself when he calls out to me then apologizes. Upon thanking him, I watch him pull out his own set of keys to unlock the door. He closes it behind me; the heavy metal causes an echo.

My feet step inside the main chamber that’s floored with a soft material that stretches up along the walls and across the ceiling. There is only one toilet and small cot. Nothing else. Tyler sits on the cot cross legged, his back is to me. The only thing different about him is the jumpsuit. It’s not longer that fluorescent orange, but jet black. The sight warms my heart. “Tyler?” My voice sounds shaky, like I’m nervous to be around him all of a sudden. He turns his head to the sound, then stands immediately. “(Y/N)..? What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.. to make sure you’re alright. Are you?” He scoffs, ignoring the question, so I move on. “Did you.. kill him?”

He looks confused. “What?”

“Martin?” I whisper, overwhelming disappointment filling me up like a bottle. Tears are on the brim when he walks closer. “I just need to know if you did..”

“I-I didn’t do a-anything..” He replies in a small voice. “I was in my cell the whole time, thinking about today..” He averts his eyes to the ground.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Then I hear him sniffle. “I didn’t want him to bother you anymore.. so I sent in some of my friends to take care of it..” He looks up with wet cheeks. “Don’t hate me, lovely. You mean so much to me; I was only trying to protect you.”

Now I’m the one to start sobbing. After all this time I’ve spent with him, he hasn’t changed one bit. The only thing has changed are my feelings for him. My heart aches and still feels an attraction for him, another rule broken. It was all a game. They weren’t lying when they said he was unpredictable. I should’ve known better than to trust those sweet words. “Please don’t cry,” He asks, stepping even closer, bringing his already soft down to a whisper.

“I worked so hard with you, Tyler, then you go and pull something like this? I feel betrayed, like all you said was a lie just to reel me in like your old doctors.”

“I could never lie to you. You are something special, (Y/N), trust me. You’re the light in this dark deep head of mine.”

My gaze falls to the ground, muttering. “How can I believe that..?”

“I don’t know, but that flower still in your pocket says something, or those empty needles in the other. Why would you go through all the trouble just to see a messed up soul like me? A guy in the shadows?”

Looking up at him, I find a soft kindness that resides in the those chocolate eyes along with a little something different. I just can’t put my psychological finger on it. His thumb slides across my cheek, wiping away the stray tears then it stays. The touch is gentle and warm, something unexpected from him. “I meant what I said in the garden.. when I said that I loved you.“ And I love you, Tyler. My brain begs me to say, but my mouth refuses to move. "Remember when you asked me about having a normal life? Where I could walk down the street without people being afraid of me?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“And about having a beautiful wife and kids?” I nod this time. “What if I told that I wanted all that, and that your time with me wasn’t wasted? Unlike the others doctors, your approach was different. It seemed like you actually cared about what I had to say instead of just writing down stuff in your book. I want to have a normal life.. with you, lovely.”

My hand meet the back his; my eyes fluttering shut to prevent more tears from escaping. “I don’t know if we can ever have that after what you’ve done.” 

Screwed Up

Originally posted by keito-plier

Request: heyyyy did you see ethan’s ikea livestream? you should do a fic similar to that where a female y/n is helping ethan build furniture and when he gets frustrated she tries to put his mind on something else also ALL OF THE FLUFFYNESS thanks ;)

Summary: Boyfriend Ethan just can’t build furniture, Fem!Reader tries to ‘help’

A/N: Hello, go drink some water, that is all. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 644

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happy birthday, sunshine kid

hey joshua. happy birthday. actually i started writing this like three weeks before your birthday so i could fit everything i wanted to say in here, and i’m probably gonna procrastinate a lot during this so yeah it took three weeks. (update: k i’m two weeks in and i’m literally taking 3-day breaks between each paragraph because i guess i’d rather eat raspberries and gawk over space than write a letter to my role model, wow)

just wanted to drop by and tell you that i think you’re really really cool, and don’t you dare say nor think otherwise because iT iS faCt oKAy??¿? you’re super cool. the coolest. and i’m gonna tell you why you’re super cool now, so prepare for love and adoration-filled words and paragraphs because wow you’re cool, man.

okay, first) i love your hair. it honestly looks good in any color. except for when it was orange, orange washes you out. sorry, my mom’s a makeup artist and my best friend’s mom is a cosmetologist so i know stuff about hair and what colors work with what. (for your eye and skin color, stick with pastel purples, blues, and pinks, but if you want a more bold color, keep yellow or go for that shade of red right before it’s considered pink. like a raspberry or something. natural brown also looks great with hazel eyes, but you probably don’t want brown hair again so yeah)

i really love how energetic you are while playing the drums. you’re bouncy and aggressive and i love to dance to it. i kind of want a track where it’s only drums so i can just sit back and listen to some good ol drummin’. please don’t take this in a creepy way but i like watching videos of you drumming and i like to watch your hands while you’re drumming because i find it calming to match your movements with the beats and the noises and stuff. except lane boy, that scares me. i fell asleep watching a video of you drumming doubt or message man or something like that, i can’t remember but it had kind of a chill vibe to it and i dozed off for a good hour or so and i woke up and it was 2:00 in the afternoon and i was wondering what the heck i was doing with my life.

okay, next, i adore how brave you are. i’ve got anxiety, like you, and i can hardly order my quesalupa at taco bell without stuttering even a little. but you – YOU stand on stage in front of thousands of people and go absolutely nuts on your drums and it’s pretty freaky and it scares me a little but it’s still so cool to watch.

i also love how you look super tough and hardcore with all your tattoos (which are beautiful, by the way) and piercings (also beautiful) but you’re actually a really nice, chill dude with a passion for drums.

i like that instead of being loud verbally, you’re loud physically. there’s nothing that stands out in a crowd more than sleeve tats, nose rings, bright yellow hair, and a beautiful smile paired with some sweet dimples, bringing together a great guy named joshua dun. ya ‘mazin’.

i love that you’re so passionate about what you do. i’ve NEVER seen a more wild (wilder? i think it’s wilder. let’s go with wilder) drummer than you. it is FRICKING. AWESOME. no other drummer can make me headbang ‘til i’m dizzy and can’t walk straight for a few minutes. (coughFAIRLYLOCALcough)

i love that, even though you’re quiet, you’re so introspective. you’ve got an outerspace-filled mind and you don’t see the night sky as simply black, you see it as purple and blue and red and green and whatever the heck else you can imagine. you’re so brilliant. your brain is so amazing. it’s like half of the universe decided to plant itself in there because you are one introspective boy that sees everything in so many colors; so many, you decided to take those colors and spread them over your body in the form of tattoos and hair dye.

you’ve also inspired me to get tattoos. my grandfather passed away a few years ago and i’ve always wanted something to honor him, but i didn’t know what, until i was really looking at your’s and tyler’s tats, and i thought, “oh, that’s it! i’ll get a tattoo!” so i’m gonna get a moon on my wrist because he always used to say 'i love you to the moon and back’ and he’s the main reason i love space so much. so thanks for giving me the idea, and tell tyler i said thanks too.

oh, i’ve got synesthesia too and you. are. so. COLORFUL! you change colors everyday! you’re the only person i’ve EVER seen that can do that! it’s so amazing! your “natural” color (the color you are the most) is pink-red though. and when you’re onstage, your color changes completely. during the vessel era, you were always serene blues and purples and during blurryface, you’re bright red and you flash like a strobe light. you are so, so beautifully colorful.

one last thing; you’re human and that’s so incredible. you’re gonna mess up, you’re gonna make mistakes, but that’s okay. you’re not a god, you’re not perfect. you’ve got your flaws. you are simply human and that is one of the most respectable things you could ever possess (that’s a lot of S’s).

if you can’t tell already, i really adore you. i don’t mean “you’re adorable,” i mean you’re my fricking hero, my role model, the kind of person i want to be. you’re everything that i try to be (except a man. i’m just fine as a female, thank you). i want the kind of strength it takes to stand on a stage and overcome my anxiety. i want to be able to express myself physically without people telling me not to and holding me back. i want to have my name out there. i want to feel the overwhelming joy of listening to crowd of people sing YOUR songs (well, my songs i guess). buuuuut i can’t be you because there’s only one you and you fill that role perfectly, but i’ll work my way up to being at least semi-similar to you. i want to get up to being able to preform onstage. that’s my goal right now. stand on a stage without freaking out. let’s do this.

congrats on another year on this earth. glad you’re alive. wouldn’t be the same without you. happy birthday!

love,
evangeline (or eve, whichever you want)

Jar of Hearts

Title: Jar of Hearts
Pairing:
Josh Dun/Reader
Type:
Angst
Word Count: 827
Warnings:
Cheating ?
A/N: Quick disclaimer! I do not think of Josh in this way at all. I do not believe he would ever do this but for the sake of drama and creativity, I wanted to write this. This was inspired by the Jar of Hearts cover by Twenty One Pilots. I feel like it has a darker vibe to it from the electronic tones and autotune. I hope y’all enjoy it and don’t hate me afterwards.

Originally posted by cottoncandyjoshdun

You and Josh had finally gotten your own place together. You’ve been with him for about 6 months now and he had been begging you to live with him for weeks. You found the perfect apartment and Josh had decided to throw an apartment warming party. You invited a few friends but the party was more of Josh’s friend. Tyler and Jenna were there of course along with Brendon and Sarah. 

You weren’t the most social with Josh’s friends so you decided to sit on the couch with Jenna and Sarah, discussing girl things. The subject of you and Josh came up in and instant. 

“Do you love Josh?” Jenna blurted out. Sarah chuckled as you nearly spit out your drink. You felt your cheek burn at the embarrassment. 

“I-I don’t know.” You mumbled. 

“Does he make your stomach do backflips when he kisses you? Do you anticipate when you can finally be in his arms again?” Sarah asked.

“I mean…yeah. He’s perfect and he makes me feel more special than anyone ever has.” You blushed harder as a small smile grew on your face. 

“You love him.” Jenna said, proudly.

The realization set in but within an instant you began to worry. Yes, you had moved in with him but the main reason was so you could see him more and he wouldn’t have to travel farther to see you when he’s off from tour. 

“What if…he doesn’t love me back?” You mumbles as you twiddle your thumbs. 

“There’s only one way to find out.” Sarah stated as she bent forward to get your attention. 

You took a deep breath before getting up to go into the kitchen where Josh and Tyler were drinking with Brendon. As you stood up, Brendon walked into the living room with Tyler following behind. You furrowed your brows together wondering where Josh was. You shook it off and decided to go into the kitchen to see if he was still there. You quickly smiled at Brendon and Tyler as you walked past them. 

The sight you were met with as you stood in the kitchen door frame was something you never thought you’d witness. A girl had her hands all over Josh. One hand was running through his hair and the other fiddling with the waistband of his jeans. He didn’t even seem to object to the contact. He was smirking and biting his lips as he admired her beauty. You wanted to yell but no words would come out nor did you wanna make a scene in front of everyone. All that left your mouth was a whimper as tears began to swell up, blurring your vision. Josh lifted his head up and saw you standing there. He had guilt all over his face. 

You turned around and ran to the bathroom as fast you could, not wanting to hear whatever excuse Josh was gonna spit out. Tyler noticed your tear stained face as you ran past him and looked at Josh with concern. 

“I fucked up, man…” Josh whispered to Tyler before he went after you. 

You curled up in a ball next to the sink as you let all of your sadness flood out of you. A faint knock was heard on the door before you heard the voice you weren’t in the mood to put up with. 

“Baby pl-” 

“Do not call me that after what I just saw out there!” You cut him off. 

Josh pulled out a credit card to use to unlock the door. A trick you didn’t know he was trained in. He opened the door and joined you inside the bathroom, closing it behind him. 

“I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, Joshua.” You refused to look him in the eyes. You couldn’t without seeing the lust in his eyes when the girl was on him. Josh stayed silent as he kneeled down in front of you, not knowing any way to fix what he did.

“Y/N, she came onto me.” 

“Yeah but you didn’t seem to not want it.” 

“I know…and I don’t know why I didn’t push her off and tell her to leave but…I honestly have nothing else to say. I fucked up and I’m sorry. But I really do care about you Y/N.”

“I was gonna tell you that I love you.” You mumbled.

“W-what?” Josh dropped onto the floor in shock. 

“I love you. I realized it while talking to Jenna and Sarah. I went into the kitchen to tell you in the hopes you did too. But seeing that showed me that you obviously don’t.” 

Silence filled the room for a good 5 minutes before you got up on your feet. You wiped the tears from your cheek as you opened the door and left. 

“Y/N, wai-” 

You were already gone before he could protest. You grabbed you car keys, leaving the apartment full of people who were too focused on alcohol and conversations to notice.