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topweeklyupdate · 2 years

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TØP Monthly Update #158: Unplugged (6/17/22)

So... I'm a little late to the party...

As you all (probably) (definitely) know by now, our band was featured on MTV Unplugged last week for a very plugged-in performance. However, it was still a very different performance, with Tyler and Josh using live sampling and looping to construct new versions of their songs in real time. It was pretty cool!

But since you don't really need me to tell you all this, I figure I might as well give my impressions on each of their tracks. While I wasn't head over heels for all of them, I am 100% behind the band continuing to challenge themselves, find new forms of artistic expression, and discover ways to feature Joshua William Dun on the mic. Hearing him singing while also playing multiple instruments/machines was a revelation. Growth is good, we love to see it!

"Stressed Out"- By the nature of the form, all of these tracks took a little bit to come together. This one probably took the longest to "get going", and I honestly didn't love the direction at first... at least until they stripped back everything for the bridge, which featured a duet. I never thought I'd see Tyler and Josh harmonizing, and there was something really wonderful about seeing my two music idols look into each other's eyes while singing over such a dreamy, soothing arrangement.

"Tear In My Heart"- A gentle, synth-infused version of a true underrated classic of their discography. This one just reminded me that we really need to give "Tear" its flowers; folks forget how much it laid the groundwork for "Stressed Out"'s commercial cement. This version's echoey harmonies made it probably my second favorite track from this performance.

"House of Gold/Lane Boy"- Tyler thinks he's such a comedian, but we all know that Josh is the funnier one. Incorporating the audience into the track in some way (even if they are almost completely covered up by the effects) seems like a really promising step for future shows. I love the rendition of "House of Gold", and I like the idea of using "I'll put you on the map" to link it to "Lane Boy", but it still feels like something's missing from this version.

"Shy Away"- I've seen some people compare this more stripped down version to some Self-Titled tracks, and that's a good thing for me. Love the soulful "I love you"s. That said... it really drags in the middle, the peppier repeat ending is much weaker/unnecessary, and the final impov riff on needing to pad for time is... well, kinda bad? I dunno, maybe it played better in the room.

"Ride/Nico and the Niners"- Love the crowd interactions for this. Tyler's counting methods are confusing; who the hell counts to four? Otherwise good but not especially noteworthy.

"Car Radio/Heathens"- 100/10. Holy hell. I've heard fan covers of "Car Radio" that lean into hard rock potential, but hearing Tyler do the riff and blown-out screaming himself was so metal. While I would never want them to replace the normal live version, I'm begging them to release this track.

In other news, our band is back on the road! The last time they were in Europe, Tyler was recording the superior version of "The Hype" and announcing Jenna's first pregnancy; now he has two baby girls. Time isn't real! They should be taking the stage at Pinkpop in the Netherlands literally as I write this, and they'll play at the Hurricane and Southside Festivals in Germany over the weekend before kicking off the London leg of Takeover Tour starting Tuesday.

But before they did all that, their first show after a brief hiatus was a few weeks ago in BottleRock at Napa Valley. Judging by the setlist for that show, we probably shouldn't be expecting too much different for these other summer shows other than a slightly different campfire medley. If you haven't gotten the chance to check that out, it's a good laugh (shout out to Fookie).

Finally, Jenna shared some pictures of Tyler's new studio, now featuring much more natural light and more personal touches. I don't think that means that we're getting a new album anytime soon, but hopefully it proves to helpful for his mental health while he's in work mode. For now, our band is back out on the road, where they're supposed to be, and I couldn't be more excited for what lies ahead.

Power to the local dreamer.

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#twenty one pilots #tyler joseph #josh dun #mtv unplugged #trench #blurryface #scaled and icy #top weekly update

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doggybr3ath · 2 years

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Screaming, crying, throwing up.

Was buying Ned a waste of money? Ehhhh…. Probably?

Am I now anxiously waiting for my son to arrive? Oh fuck yes. Instant concert buddy acquired!

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automaticllamacycle · 16 days

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for starters. this list has been on going since i was like. 13 and is in no particular order

Gregory house, Jeremy Allen White, Matty healy,Jon bon jovi (early days), Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pratt, Sebastian Stan, RDJ, Paul Rudd, Andy Samberg, Benedict comberpatch, Tom holland, Tom hiddleston, Liam hemsworth, Zach effron, Ross lynch, Ryan Reynolds,The dude that played mason from wizards of waverly place, Max from wizards, All of big time rush, Niall 1D, Ashton 5sos, Billy stranger things, Ezra pretty little liars, Jimmy Kimmel, The dad from Jesse, Mark walburger, Jim hopper, Van from Reba, Bo Burnham, Jensen Ackles, Jared pedalixki, Young gravy, Rodric dairy of a wimpy kid, Spencer ICarly, Toby pretty little liars, Jim from the office, Jason dilaurentis, pete davidson, miles teller, tom cruise but only on top gun, jimmy fallon, jesse mcalfee, johnny depp, kevin heart, mike desperate housewifes, brendon urie (unfortunately. not anymore), tyler joseph and josh dun

THE FULL LIST. I love the organization. I also have a list ( my wbotm list) but it’s not the most updated but I will show!! ( the ones marked out are football players it’s irrelevant)

For funzies I color coded your list by the ones I also simp for (green), and then ones I understand but don’t exactly simp (yellow). And to be incredibly honest I’ll also mark the ones that concern me a little bit ( red)

#asks #anon #this was fun

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standloser · 3 months

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for those who didn't know, ive been a big fan of twenty one pilots since 2014, and my friends and I have done a lot of projects based on them, we were even retweeted by josh dun, we did an immersive cover-show in december BLAH BLAH BLAH OVERALL —

it's a HUGE part of my life.

and I want to say that i am so back to them like. very much HAHAH. im so excited about the updates. I would like to create and film something based on them, but I don’t even know what….

yeah. just letting you know lmao

#twenty one pilots #josh dun #tyler joseph #tøp clique #skeleton clique

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is-actually-an-emo-hobbit · 10 months

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mcr/bandom fics to avoid

for other people on here just getting into bandom, here's some fics to avoid just because of how triggering they are

(mama)

fandom: mcr

rating: explicit

ship(s): Frerard

why you should avoid this:

domestic abuse

physical abuse

suicide attempts and ideation

pedophilia

dubious consent

like if any of these things trigger you, don't read it. there are very explicit scenes depicting physical abuse from frank's mother, it's so fucking triggering, and then there's an extremely questionable age gap between frank and Gerard, and there is drunk sex.

I could not finish this because of how fucked up it was. it literally does not get better until the last chapter, which is basically an epilogue, and there's like 84 chapters in total. frank barely has a character arc, which makes it worse.

two vatos locos full of inomorantos

fandom: mcr, fob, p!atd, twenty one pilots

rating: explicit

ship(s): frerard, rikey, peterick, rydon, rosh (Ryan x josh dun)

why you should avoid this:

domestic abuse

graphic violence

pedophilia (I don't care what the author says, watching a minor masturbate and not doing anything to stop it is fucked up and still pedophilia.)

suicide attempts and ideation

dubious consent

I had several panic attacks while reading this because of how dark it was, it triggered my anxiety about past trauma. there are graphic depictions of suicide, and none of the characters get a break from the angst.

a splitting of the mind

fandom: mcr

rating: explicit

ship(s): frerard

why you should avoid this:

schizophrenia

the characters are in a mental hospital

character death

past rape/non-con

listen, I get it, it's one of the three most famous mcr fics out there. but it's so sad because there's barely even a ghost of a happy ending. compared to the other fics I've listed, it's not as bad, but it's still dark. Personally, I love it, but I put it on here just because.

I will update with more bandom fics to avoid as I delve deeper into the tags

#frerard fanfiction #mcr #ao3 #rikey #rydon #peterick #my chemical romance #ao3 author #fall out boy #panic at the disco

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nedpilots · 6 months

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7 + 1 twenty one pilots ask:

i was tagged by @pantaloonwarrior @dasloddl and @silverlininghills thank you guys! 💜

1. when/how did you discover them? + what was the first song you listened to?

i consider my 'official' discovery of twenty one pilots in january 2019 when the chlorine mv dropped and randomly got on my youtube homepage and blew my mind

though before that i had already heard stressed out/ride/heathens, i think the very first song i heard from them was ride

2. have you been on concert(s)?

sadly no... my dream is to go one of those small venue shows like they did during takeover tour

3. do you remember where you were when trench dropped (if you were a fan by then)?

i wasn't a yet fan back then but what i would give to be in the trench rollout dmaorg updates yellow everywhere era!!

4. favourite thing about the clique?

how we weren't just drawn to the music but the message behind it—and everyone on here is so nice i love y'all and also we have the best artists (drawing/writing/making music)

5. any memorable/funny/interesting quote (from interviews/bts footage/…) you especially like?

i learned the word plausible from the boys, also shoutout to will smith for being such a great friend and providing them places to shoot music videos in

6. what would you want to ask/tell them if you got the chance?

i would like to tell them they're not alone in their struggles either, they're always helping us with their music but it'd be nice that they were the ones being supported for once, i would ask tyler what were the nicher inspirations for the dema/trench world, i'd thank josh dun for overcoming his fear of public speaking because i'm the same look up to him so much

7. which tattoo would you like to know the meaning of (if you do)?

tyler's •|i|• Ø i+! ].[ tattoo, josh's sleeve

i have like three additional questions so here we go:

which album cover do you like best? (from dasloddl)

i love them all but if i had to choose, self titled. because it started as just a sketch drawn by a friend of the band, and nobody had expected it to mean so much to people years later. so i really love that authenticity and that how by looking at it you feel connected to tyler in 2009

I’d love to hear about some memorable moment you had because of this band, it can be anything, whatever you’re comfortable sharing <3 (from pantaloonwarrior)

around a month ago i found a random personalised mug at my school left by a past student and the drawings on the mug were a reference to neon gravestones... that moment of connection with someone in the same place but different times really moved and if i never discovered this band i would've never had this experience <3 (i made a post abt it here)

what do you think the genre/vibe of the next album is going to be? (from silverlininghills)

trench but ever better—gritty & eerie & crisp & euphoric & light & heavy

+1 for @vulture-who-feeds-on-pain @kaminokilljoy @lane-doubter @spookiestbandito: if the boys released a mashup of 2+ of their songs (think sai livestream version songs), which songs would you want to see mixed together?

#ask games #sisi.txt

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bbluejoseph · 1 year

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bbluejoseph's 2022 fic masterlist

this is just a collection of everything i posted on ao3 in 2022! i did intentionally leave out one fic (Surrounded, Hounded) since i've updated it this year, though the first chapters were actually posted in 2022. all but two of the following fics are complete, and i do plan to continue those fics eventually.

I'd Find A Match (The Way You Say Good Morning) Posted Feb. 15th; approx 2k words Tags: songfic, friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts, mutual pining, first kiss, dorks in love, early days

Tyler laughs and lifts the cover off the keys again. "I might be able to do Für Elise. If I go slow."

Idaho Posted Feb. 25th; approx 1k words Tags: friendship/love, anxiety, disassociation, grief/mourning, fight or flight, past mental health issues, implied/referenced suicidal thoughts, desperation, ambiguous/open ending, sad with a happy ending, songfic, apply ship goggles to taste

He doesn't know why he grips Josh's arm so tight, only that he needs to, and thank God, Josh doesn't shove him off. "Take me back to the bus," Tyler whispers. The confusion is back, warring with the worry in Josh's voice. "What?" "Take me back to the bus," he begs. "Please."

Counting All The Numbers Between Zero And One Posted Mar. 5th; approx 2k words Tags: apply ship goggles to taste, best friends, running away, grief/mourning, loss of parent(s), implied/referenced character death, angst, hurt/comfort, crying, bittersweet ending, josh dun is a sweetheart, implied sucidal thoughts, implied suicidal ideation

"You didn't leave a note," Josh mumbles, sniffing, but his voice is clearer now. "I didn't know what to say," Tyler tells him slowly. There's more to it than that, and they both know it.

Home Posted Mar. 16th; approx 7k words Tags: dema, secret relationship, forbidden love, established relationship, dystopia, religious cults, angst, bad ending, blood and gore, blasphemy, religious imagery & symbolism, cannibalism, dead dove: do not eat

Andre's calculating, dark eyes wash over his face. "Yet you hesitate." Tyler swallows. "What if I'm not ready?" (We want you home in one piece, now.)

Please Don't Bite Last updated Mar. 25th; approx 13k words Tags: blood, gore, murder, cannibalism, graphic description of corpses, supernatural elements, shapeshifters, demonic possession, attempted sexual assault, nonbinary blurryface, crush at first sight, not as dark as the tags make it seem

They swallowed, savoring the last bit of metallic sweetness before wiping their mouth with the back of their hand. It came away red.

Your Time Will Come Posted April 26th; approx 5k words Tags: early days, friends to lovers, best friends, friends with benefits, complicated relationships, time skips, implied sexual content, mild sexual content, light angst, fluff, getting together, getting back together, kissing, hook-up, happy ending, mutual pining, not actually unrequited love, memories

It's been three years since they actually hung out together, and a lot has changed. Josh's feelings haven't. Maybe it's time he told Tyler the truth.

Bet You Got It All Planned Right Posted May 18th; approx 18k words Tags: teenagers, young love, post-high school, high school sweethearts, established relationship, running away, trans male character, transphobia, childhood sweethearts, unplanned pregnancy, implied sexual content, discussion of abortion, haircuts, angst and hurt/comfort, happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, internal conflict, secrets, guilt

The dark outside the bus didn't feel real. The worn pleather seats of the greyhound bus didn't feel real. Josh couldn't feel his hand, either despite or in spite of the fact that he'd been gripping the arm rest to his left for the entire bus ride. He was stressed, which was probably bad for- No. No, he didn't want to think about that right now. Nothing about today, or yesterday, or any day before. As far as Josh could process right now, this was the beginning.

Terminarch Posted June 1st; approx 3k words Tags: banditos, dreams and nightmares, being lost, apocalypse, dema, frostbite, winter, headaches & migraines, aliens, alien abduction, apply ship goggles to taste, hurt/comfort, bad ending, self-sacrifice, friendship/love, body horror, angst

He has a headache, but that's an understatement.

Lazarus Posted Sept. 7th; approx 1k words Tags: religious imagery & symbolism, cults, good day dema, scaled and icy, past character death, resurrection

"Do you know your name, honey?" she asks with that same smile plastered on her face. Her mascara looks even messier up close; Tyler stares at a piece of hair that's fallen into her face. "Tyler," he says. "And do you know how you got here?" He searches his mind for an answer, absently reaching for something he cannot see or feel. Tyler comes up empty. "No."

Guarding The Gates (But It All Got Away) Posted Oct. 31st; approx 22k words Tags: trench, dema, past abuse, idiots in love, established relationship, fictober, hurt/comfort, angst, past character death, head injury, good day dema, propaganda, implied sexual content, headaches & migraines, dreams, torture, implied/referenced brainwashing, angst and hurt/comfort, crying, body horror

Since the destruction of the vials in the Tower of Silence, there have been no further mysterious disappearances from Tyler or any of the other banditos. However, things are changing in the city in ways the banditos hadn't expected, and they'll have to adapt to match the bishops' attempts at control. There's something unknown at play here, something none of them fully understand, and it's remained hidden long enough.

Suburban Dream Posted Oct. 31st; approx 4k words Tags: established relationship, angst, hopeful ending, relationship issues, arguing, blood and gore, murder, cannibalism, suburbia, revenge, serial killers, supernatural elements, implied sexual content, violence

Tyler is not a man driven to the edge. Or, he's one of those things. Maybe romance isn't dead after all.

Made To Live (Set Things Right) Last updated Nov. 8th; approx 7k words Tags: the outside music video, dema, trench, memory loss, shipwrecked, scaled and icy, saturday, ned

How smart is this thing? Is Ned its name, or is that what it thinks he is? Is he going crazy? Josh swallows, clears his throat, and points at himself. "Josh?" he says, more like a question than a statement.

Double Check For Double Meanings Posted Nov. 11th; approx 8k words Tags: femslash, genderbending, useless lesbians, celebrity crush, party, hook-up, strangers to lovers, bisexual female character, lesbian character, alternate universe, lady pilots, non-explicit sex, mild sexual content, songfic

She's hot. She's a bitch. She's a whore; she's a prude. She acts like she owns the world. She does own the world. She's a killer, and she'll break your heart if you let her. Josh isn't put off by any of this, even if she knows a lot of people are.

How Jim Saved Christmas Posted Dec. 25th; approx 2k words Tags: animal pov, christmas, tooth-rotting fluff, pre-relationship, getting together, meet-cute, fluff, christmas fluff, romantic comedy

It's almost Christmas, and Jim is running out of time to find the perfect gift for his human, Josh. What's a good dog to do?

#blue writes #my posts #masterlist #fic masterlist #my ao3 #2022

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hagridbiddie · 11 months

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Hai ^_^ hru? Life updates?

Haiiii ^•^ tbh so happy it’s summer and waiting for the return of my BEANS(Tyler Joseph and Josh dun x•x) what do u guys think their next era will be like???

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heeybear · 1 year

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“we are twenty one pilots and so are you”

-Twenty One Pilots -Brasil 2023🇧🇷

#Twenty One Pilots #josh dun #josh dun update #josh twenty one pilots #josh tøp #tyler #tyler Joseph #tyler twenty one pilots #tyler tøp #Josh #tyler and josh #lockscreen

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sophibubbless · 2 years

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Updates on Silco X Reader

As promised, the next chapter has been released the very next day of posting the fiction. I was serious, the updates will be speedy. And since todays was a little short, chapter three will be coming out tonight too as a little treat. Thanks so much for the first people that've already read it, kudo'd as well as the first comment I've gotten so far! "Love it so far, and I’m really excited to see where this will go ❤️ - witchgoblins/I'm-Josh-Dun-With-You"

I'm incredibly happy and grateful, your support gives me life and fuels my motivations. I hope you all enjoy the journey this fanfiction takes!

Interested? Well, you can start reading it right here, right now!

A Fresh Start In Zaun - Silco X Reader A03 (You can also sample chapter one, posted on Tumblr yesterday)

You were good at moving on. Constantly adapting and evolving with each new life and new environment, always wondering which one will be your last. The feeling clawed inside you like a trapped bird, ready to spread its wings.

Until you arrived in Zaun, and fell under the gaze of a certain man with mismatched eyes and an intimidating aura. The kingpin, leader of Zaun. All because of your friend's hair brained schemes, you were unwillingly thrown into the deep end.

You were just a baker with, supposedly, no past... But maybe this life could be more.

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lilys42 · 1 month

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Bandmates (Josh Dun)- Chapter Five

Tyler, Josh, and I work out the logistics of me joining them on tour for about an hour: I’d start out playing one or two songs with them onstage so I could get comfortable, and gradually work up to more. Plus, the rehearsal process to figure out exactly what I’d be doing would take a while, and Tyler said he didn’t want to overwhelm me. We have a week until the first show, so I’ll be spending most of my time practicing Shy Away and The Outside on my own, then rehearsing the movements with the boys.

Once we have everything figured out, I pull out my phone to call Rhea to pick me up. Before I can press the call button, I notice a text message she sent me about thirty minutes ago. Hey, someone called out of work last minute, so I have to go in. Should only be gone for a couple hours, but I figured you’d be busy with your boy ;) I roll my eyes, then a sudden wave of panic hits me. If she can’t pick me up now, that means I have to stay at Tyler’s until she gets off. And that wouldn’t be a problem for me, but the last thing I want is to be an inconvenience. Josh would probably be heading back to his place with Jim, and I don’t want to infringe on Tyler and Jenna’s time together in their own house.

I text Rhea that I’ll figure something out, then take a deep breath. When I put my phone away and bring myself back to the moment, Tyler has busied himself putting the instruments and cables back where they belong. But Josh is zeroed in on me.

“Everything okay?” He asks once he has my full attention. I contemplate pretending everything is fine and just walking to the nearest coffee shop to wait for Rhea, but once again, the way Josh is looking at me all but forces me to be honest.

“Yeah, Rhea just had to go into work, so I have no way of getting home.” I explain.

“I can drive you.” He doesn’t hesitate to offer me a ride back. But I know that my best friend’s apartment is thirty minutes from here, probably much further from where Josh lives, and the thought of him driving so far out of his way riddles me with guilt.

“That’s okay. Her apartment is pretty far from here, so I don’t want to make you take me all the way over there and back.” I rake my hands through my hair and look at the ground. Josh doesn’t respond for a moment, and when I meet his gaze again, he’s looking at me with soft eyes. He steps closer to me, then says,

“You’re not an inconvenience, Dani.” It’s like he can read my mind. It scares me, but it also makes me want to grow closer to him. It’s a dangerous feeling. I can tell he wants me to voice my anxieties out loud so he can understand, so I do.

“You won’t be able to convince me you’re not just being nice. The whole ride back, I’ll be thinking about how much gas I’m making you use up, how much time you have to take out of your day just to drive me home. I’ll just think you’re secretly annoyed with me no matter what you say.” I admit quietly. I only half-notice that Tyler has gone upstairs to give us privacy while I voice my worst fears out loud to Josh.

“How about this— I can take you back to my place, which is only a few minutes from here, and you can wait for Rhea there. If you’re worried about getting in Tyler and Jenna’s personal space, just come with me. I would be hanging out by myself anyways, so I consider it more important to get to know you since we’ll be together all the time the next couple months.”

“I like that idea.” We smile at each other in understanding, then head upstairs, say goodbye to Tyler and Jenna, load Jim into the car, and head to Josh’s place. Once we pull up in front of his house, he heads inside with Jim while I call Rhea to update her. She answers on the second ring.

“Hey Dani, sorry again I can’t pick you up. Did you get one of the boys to take you back? I left the spare key under the mat for you.” She sounds out of breath, presumably because she’s been rushing around her very understaffed restaurant.

“Don’t worry about it. Actually, I’m hanging out at Josh’s place for a bit. Would you be able to pick me up from here when you get off? I’ll text you the address.” I can almost see her raising her eyebrows suggestively through the phone as she says,

“Hanging out with him alone, huh? Don’t get yourself into too much trouble you sly dog.”

“Oh, shut up.” But I laugh despite myself.

“And yes, I’ll pick you up. See you in a bit!” Rhea hangs up, and I take a deep breath before following Josh inside his house. Seeing his place, the way he decorates, a physical manifestation of him, is much more intense than seeing Tyler’s house. Probably due to this weird instant connection we have.

“Make yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink? Eat?” He asks.

“I’m okay for now. Thanks.” I walk over to his couch and sit down next to the indent that is clearly Jim’s spot. Sure enough, the dog bounds over to me and hops up, placing his head on my lap.

“He likes you.” Josh says with a smile. I scratch behind Jim’s ears, and he wags his tail, thumping it against the couch. Josh fixes himself a glass of water and joins me on the couch. Once again, we’re sitting much closer than necessary, our thighs pressing together. But I don’t mind one bit. Feeling his skin against mine is grounding.

“So, I have an idea. I have this game called We’re Not Really Strangers. It helps you get to know someone; it has three levels to it: perception, connection, and reflection. Each card has a question on it. We’ll take turns drawing cards from each level and asking them to each other. Do you want to play?” I’d heard of the game before, but I’d never played it. I nod, and he leaves the room for a moment to get it. He comes back with a small red box in hand.

“You can go first.” He sits back down next to me and puts his arm behind me on the back of the couch. I lean back against it absentmindedly, and my stomach flutters at the contact. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he ever so slightly moved his hand to brush against my shoulder. I pick out a card from the perception level and read it out.

“Close your eyes. What color are my eyes?” Josh does as I instruct and confidently says,

“Green. It’s the first thing I noticed about you. They’re such an intense color I almost got lost in them.” I knew that he would immediately have the answer, but it still shocks me that he’s already spotted little details about me. He picks a card from the same category.

“What about me would people least expect?” He asks.

“That you’re shy. You push out this aura of extroverted-ness onstage and in interviews, but I can tell you get anxious around crowds and being in the spotlight scares you sometimes. That’s why you know how to comfort people when they’re anxious or overthinking, because you do it yourself.” He bites his lip as I talk, another thing I’ve seen him do in interviews while he’s intently listening to someone.

“Well shit. You have me down to a T.” He says chuckling.

“Like calls to like.” I say, looking deep into his eyes. For a moment, we just look at each other. These moments of silence we have together say more than our words ever could. It’s a sense of understanding, a way of saying I see you. Jim jumps off the couch and goes to grab one of his toys, and we break eye contact.

“Alright, let’s get deeper.” I say, pulling a card from the second level, connection. “When was the last time you felt truly understood by someone?” Josh thinks for a moment before answering.

“The first person in my life who truly knew me was Tyler. The day we met it was like we’d known each other all our lives. We connected musically, but also on a much deeper level that I’d never felt before. We talked for hours that day. I never felt like I had to hide myself around him. It was refreshing, especially when I’d spent my entire life pretending and being shy around everyone else. And recently, I’ve had that exact same connection. With you. I don’t feel it often, but when I saw you onstage singing one of our songs, I felt a pull to you. But then Tyler and I saw that look in your eyes that you were about to have an anxiety attack, and I just knew I had to help you. I’m actually the one that suggested inviting you to tour with us. I practically begged Tyler, because I wanted to get to know you better and this would be my only opportunity. I couldn’t bear the thought of letting you walk out of that bar, because I would never see you again.” For a moment, he looked like he almost regretted being so honest with me. I put a hand on his arm, and he relaxed, realizing he hadn’t said the wrong thing.

“Thank you. For being real with me, and also for helping me with no questions asked. I honestly figured that Tyler had come up with the idea, but now I get it. I wanted to know you too. I want to know both of you.” I keep my hand on his arm and lightly stroke his skin with my thumb. Goosebumps appear on every area I touch, and I suck in a breath. I didn’t realize I affected him this much. He returns the gesture with the hand that’s been lightly resting on my shoulder. He shifts even closer to me as I trace the lines on his tattooed forearm. Josh hooks a finger under my chin and lifts it up so I meet his eyes. He’s glancing down at my lips, a look that clearly says I want to kiss you. And I want to, so badly, but I shouldn’t. It’s too soon. We’re still in the beginning stages of our friendship, or whatever this is. But if he gets any closer to me, I won’t be able to resist. I pull back ever so slightly and say,

“It’s your turn.” He blinks and clears his throat.

“Oh, yeah.” Josh also grabs a card from the connection level and reads it aloud. “How would you describe the feeling of being in love in one word?” There are so many things I could say. Warm, exciting, comforting. But one word sticks out that I settle on.

“Intense. There’s a lot of emotions that come with being in love. Sometimes it’s warm and fuzzy, and other times it’s bumpy. But those feelings, especially when you’re with the right person, are intense. When you’re in love with someone, all your feelings are amplified. I guess my description was more than one word, but you get the picture.” Josh nods, in complete agreement. We do a couple more rounds from the second level, then we just start talking unprompted and forget we were even playing. Whatever weirdness there was moments before, where we clearly wanted to kiss each other but wouldn’t make the move, has dissipated. We talk and laugh for hours, until my phone starts ringing on the coffee table. I pick it up and hear Rhea’s cheerful voice on the other end.

“Hey Dani! I’m outside whenever you want to leave. But by all means, take your time. Wink wink.”

“I’ll be there in a second.” I respond, then hang up the phone. Josh and I stand up, but it’s clear neither of us want me to leave. By now, it’s gotten dark, and tension hangs thick in the air between us. I think we both know it would break a boundary if I stayed any longer, because that meant I’d be spending the night. And I couldn’t do that. Not yet.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later. Thanks for having me over. And for the game. I think it did its job; we definitely know each other better now.” Josh pulls me in for a tight hug and rests his chin on the top of my head.

“Absolutely. Maybe you’ll have to play it with Tyler next time.” He grins at me and ruffles my hair playfully. I pet Jim goodbye, then head outside to Rhea’s car. Josh makes sure I get in okay, then waves.

“So, tell me all the juicy details. Did you guys make out?” Rhea asks eagerly.

“No, you idiot. We’ve barely known each other for two days. We just talked.”

“Just talked? I find that hard to believe. How could you resist a beautiful man like that?”

“Believe me, it was difficult. We almost kissed, but it’s too early. There was some physical contact though.” She immediately presses me for more details. “He had his arm behind me, and his hand was on my shoulder, I had my hand on his arm tracing his tattoo. We hugged. Nothing crazy.” Rhea looks at me like she was clearly expecting more.

“Almost kissed?! You should have done it.”

“I know, I know. I just don’t want to ruin anything. Since I’m going to be around them every day for months, I don’t want things to get messy by getting romantically involved with Josh.” As soon as the sentence leaves my mouth, I realize I hadn’t told Rhea I agreed to go on tour with them.

“Whoa whoa whoa, go back. You mean you took the job?” She’s looking at me with her mouth agape.

“Yes, Rhea! Now keep your damn eyes on the road!” I shout while laughing. She pulls up in front of her apartment building, gets out, and flings my door open to hug me. She lifts me up and spins me around in excitement.

“Congratulations, Dani! That’s amazing! You’re going to have so much fun. When do you leave?”

“In order to tell you, I kind of need to be able to breathe.” I say in a strained voice. She’s hugging me so tight it feels like my ribs are going to cave in.

“Right, sorry. I’m just happy for you!” We head up to her apartment while I explain everything.

“I leave in a week. I’ll be rehearsing and practicing the songs endlessly until then.”

“That’s fantastic. Seriously, I think you made the right choice. This will be so good for you. Plus, more unsupervised time with Josh.” She winks at me, and I roll my eyes. No one is pushing for us to be together more than Rhea. Except maybe Tyler. Those two would have a time together.

“Well, Tyler will probably be there most of the time.” I point out.

“I’m sure he won’t mind. If he’s anything like me, he’s rooting for his best friend’s happiness.” Once we’re inside, my phone buzzes with a text from Josh. Rehearsal is at Tyler’s house tomorrow at 11. Do you want to have breakfast beforehand? Rhea sees me grinning like an idiot at my phone and asks me to show her.

“Ooo, is this a date perchance?”

“You can’t just say perchance. And I’m not sure.” I respond and tell him that I’d love to go to breakfast. He texts back, Great! I’ll pick you up at 9. I send him Rhea’s address, so he has it for the morning.

I go to bed giddy about tomorrow’s events: breakfast alone with Josh, then more rehearsal time with Josh and Tyler. A week ago, I never would have thought this would be my life. I almost can’t believe I was so devastated about my band breaking up a few days ago. It seems like a lifetime away that I was arguing with Flynn and Lukas about song changes. The universe must have seen my pain and produced this opportunity for me. A way of saying I deserve better than two bandmates who treated me like shit. Now, I have two bandmates who are eager to help me and have me musically involved in their already well established music career. The only problem is, I can’t stop thinking about one of them.

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softdrinkstardust · 1 year

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Mercy Street

Rating:

Mature

Archive Warnings:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Twenty One Pilots

Relationships:

Josh Dun/Tyler Joseph

Josh Dun & Tyler Joseph

Characters:

Tyler Joseph

Blurryface | Nicolas Bourbaki

Josh Dun

Gerard Way

Brendon Urie

Patrick Stump

Jenna Black

Language: English

Published: 2022-10-29

Updated:2022-12-14

Words: 2147

Chapters: 1/?

Comments: 2

Kudos: 2

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Notes: My friend and I are writing this together and are excited with how it's turning out, I know the twenty one pilots community is kinda dying hahaha but maybe someone out there would like to read it!

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Nobody had to tell me that Jenna was gone for me to notice. I would recognize her absence as easily as if I woke up without my own arms and my bed floating in the middle of the ocean. There was a distinct hollowness that was left in the air of our town where she used to be, an eerie feeling that something was wrong. I could feel it as soon as I woke up, though I couldn’t place exactly who of our measly population of 800 was missing. I counted the familiar faces on my commute out of town. Nobody was waving today, barely looking up from the ground at the sound of my junker truck passing.

I drove slowly past the crosswalk Jenna should have been posted at with a camping chair and a big red crossing sign at the corner of the K-12 school. The hand-painted white crossing blocks were unguarded, and a group of children huddled at the corner of the busy intersection, confusion written clear as day on each of their small faces. Little lambs alone without their shepherd to guide them and give them smiley face stickers for making it through their first day of school.

Her absence was as noticeable as a starry night without the soft glow of the distant moon. It was as instantly terrifying as being plunged into the ocean with endless depths. My childhood sweetheart was only attainable in stolen glances as I drove the singular road out of town, past the school. She would wave, her smile timid, and I would nod in her direction.

I looked forward to those two seconds of interaction every day, so far from the life we used to share together. It was a painful contrast to our relationship in high school, where it would be a cold day in hell to catch us apart. Fingers laced, sharing a scarf. Conquering every football game. Winning prom king and queen. Ignoring the life moving around us. We were inseparable, for a while. Before everything happened.

She should be there. She was never anywhere else. She would never miss work; not on the first day, especially. She woke up every day to see those children. She made a home out of that job. The outline of her slim figure arm high above her head with the sign that commanded all cars to part like the red sea, allowing her flock of children to pass unscathed. The children loved her; she would never let them down.

As soon as my shitty truck cleared the school zone, my foot automatically pressed down to the floor. The engine gave a whirr and a squeal as it bucked, struggling to keep up with the speed. This town moves slow, the traffic even slower. Usually no one would have a reason to break 40 miles per hour. My truck hovered just below the 70 mark as I turned the 10 minute drive into 5.

I took the turn onto our gravel driveway, nearly forgetting to hit the brakes and causing the truck to skid loudly. My hands slapped at the faded leather steering wheel to gain control and keep the hunk of metal upright. It rattled, then decided to stay on both tires and take me the rest of the way home.

On the porch of the house, I could see my brother Nico leaning at the wooden railing with a cigarette between his fingers. He jumped at the urgent sound of the truck, taking a couple steps back as I brought it to a screeching halt.

“The hell are you doing?” he barked at me as soon as my door flung open. I made it a point to ignore his bitching, stuffing the keys into my jacket pocket and charging up the steps to the front door. “Tyler!” Nico’s hand caught my shoulder with hostility. “You nearly crashed into the house. Did you forget how to drive, or something? I told them not to trust you with a license.”

“Is the TV on?” I brushed over his questions, marching into the entryway. Despite my brother’s protests to slow down and talk, something he never usually wanted to do, I charged through the door, into the living room.

Dad was in his chair, in the corner as he usually was. He barely lifted his head when I entered and instead peered at my feet crossing the floor to grab the remote from the table, my shoes still on. His shaggy peppered hair obscured most of his sallow face. I barely looked at him before flipping from a cooking show I was sure he didn’t understand to the local news station.

My younger brother was hot at my heels. He went to Dad first, putting a hand on his shoulder as he started to make increasingly frustrated sounds. “Tyler, stop. Dad was--” I shushed him. Nico scoffed in response, and I held up my hand. My eyes were glued to the screen as WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN BOULDER CREEK lined the bottom of the screen in white letters.

“…Body of a woman was found at the north end of Boulder Creek, behind the park. The identity has not been released…”

No. God, no.

“Tyler!” Nico snapped, apparently oblivious to my world falling apart.

Dad whined in an oddly pitched tone, nothing coherent. I heard him start to rise, but Nico coaxed him back down. As soon as he was seated again, he started to mutter under his breath.

I couldn’t respond to either of them. I could only stare in mute horror, watching the lagging closed captions talk about our small town and how a murder hasn’t occurred here before, that it felt somewhat immune.

Murder.

My breathing stopped, and it felt like time slowed down to a quiet halt. My brother and father’s voices faded into the background. My brain buzzed and blood rushed in my ears. The only thing at the top of my mind was the blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl that used to sneak behind the auditorium with me to kiss underneath the bleachers. Her bright smile and infectious laughter. How I couldn’t possibly imagine someone being cruel enough to look at her and think that she needed to be wiped from existence.

A car horn blared outside twice, cutting over the sound of my family trying to get my attention. I broke out of my trance and cast a glance over my shoulder at Nico.

My brother was not usually one to show emotion. Now, he looked genuinely worried. He was holding our fathers hands to restrain them from swatting away some invisible force. His hands were bruised and scraped. I opened my mouth to ask what happened, but the car horn sounded again. Nico narrowed his eyes at me. When the horn stopped, he nodded towards dad. “He got out this morning.”

“Again?” I asked stupidly. He had just escaped the previous night. He was getting more and more agitated these days, making him prone to picking locks and disappearing into the night. He never told us where exactly he picked up that skill. The stories he had yet to tell us were lost partially to time, and partially to illness.

Nico nodded, glancing at the TV behind me. “Sheriff Stump brought him back this morning. Woke me up honking his--”

The horn sounded again.

I took a deep breath to try and recollect myself, make sense of the information that was being thrown at me. All I could manage for a response was, “Stay with Dad. I’ll go handle this.”

The walk through the house felt surreal. I felt as though I’d miss each footstep. I had to answer the door to our childhood hero, Sheriff Stump and look him in the eyes knowing… Knowing what? Did I really know anything at this point? I could be certain of two things: Jenna was dead, and my father had two back to back episodes. Unusual for him these days. Something deep in my heart told me that those two things were connected. My stomach churned, and I paused just at the front door.

The screen door was open, letting the chilly autumn air glide through the house. Just beyond the porch, a beat up black patrol car idled loudly. Sheriff Stump was standing on the edge of his open door, one hand on the roof, one reaching down to slam the horn again. It was the way that he always greeted us, and routine is important for Dad. It used to make a younger Nico and myself bolt for the door in excitement. Now, it only made dread creep further up my spine.

Stump smiled at me, but there was obvious pain in it. His skin was ghost white and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. “Hey, Tyler. Just the guy I was looking for.” I felt nausea creeping up the back of my throat, choking up my voice. My hand fell from the handle of the screen door, and I stared at the Sheriff, hoping he might tell me there was some kind of hope, that the TV was lying. That maybe it was someone else. Jenna was safe, just taking a day off for a cold she couldn’t shake. That was all I wanted to hear.

Crushingly, he just gave me a small shake of his head and a painful sigh. He didn’t have to say it. I knew the moment that I saw her missing from the crosswalk somewhere inside me, and the anxious grief bayed at the back of my mind until I got the confirmation.

Now, the emotion clawed through me like a wild animal, shredded my heart to pieces. I collapsed to my knees on the splintered porch and tried to steady myself on the door. The ground was spinning, and heat flashed through my whole body like a fuse of dynamite. I thought I might be sick, but only sobbing screams came rushing from my throat. I begged for God to give me some sort of different answer.

Two strong hands lifted my shoulders up. I could barely see Sheriff Stump through my tears as he picked me up and gathered me into his arms. His voice was already shaking with thick, heavy tears. “I’m so sorry, Tyler. I’m so goddamn sorry.” Stump was not one to often show emotion, which only wounded my heart further. I leaned onto him with my entire weight, letting him rub my back and shed his own silent tears with me.

What do you do after that? What do you say? All we could do was cry, then look at each other and wish we could take each other’s pain away. I didn’t want Stump to see me at a low like this, and I’m sure it pained him just as much to see his godchild going through such a loss. He knew my history with Jenna, probably better than anyone. We’d sit and drink beers out of the back of his patrol car and reminisce on both of our failed marriages. Something dad couldn’t ever relate to, even if he was coherent enough to hold those conversations with me.

“I’m sorry for all the honking,” Stump said awkwardly to transition while we stood and brushed ourselves off, trying to hide the tears and suppress the pain as men do, “I figured it would be good for your dad to have some normalcy, with you having to take news like this.”

Before I could respond, Nico’s voice cut into our conversation, “We might have to stop that tradition. It scares him now more than anything.”

He stood just behind us, and our father behind him with a thousand mile stare, the brown eyes I’d inherited from him entirely vacant. The doctors said he could communicate, but something in his nightmarish brain stopped him, like every word was stuck in a spiderweb. He was mostly quiet and complacent, off in his own little world. Mostly.

Sheriff Stump looked at Nico oddly, and then his eyes landed on dad.

“Boys…” he started uncomfortably, clearly unsure of how to proceed. “That isn’t all I came here for. And I don’t…. I really tried, I did. I tried to tell them how harmless Gerard was. But… it’s Jenna. Nobody wants to listen to reason.”

Stump looked on the verge of tears again, but he set his jaw the same firm way he did when he was laying down the law with the locals. Nico and I exchanged a glance, confusion in his eyes, like a mirror to my own. We looked back just in time to watch the man we trusted most grab his handcuffs, eyes focused on our father. Dad peered back at him blankly, his head tilting to the left.

“I’m afraid I have to take your father in for questioning.”

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ohprettyweeper · 2 years

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Caught on Fire

Part 2

Summary: Your first date with Josh goes even better than you planned. Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader Word Count: 1560 Warnings: FLUFF A/N:Tag list is always open, enjoy this next part!

Part 1

After a few good hours of sleep, you woke up feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the day. You threw your hair up, slipped into your light, cotton robe, and made way for the kitchen. You turned on the coffee maker, then remembered your date that morning and immediately flipped the switch back to the ‘off’ position.

Josh’s next day off coincided with your next day off after he had asked you to meet up sometime, so you two had decided that it would be the perfect time to meet for coffee. You’d managed to get away from your shift early, stopped on the med-surg floor to check Zack Joseph’s condition before heading home to get some sleep.

A hot shower, natural hair, and light makeup later, you analyzed the contents of your closet. The Spring weather would allow for a pair of nice jeans, a solid color v-neck tee, and your favorite pair of sandals.

Shrugging at your reflection in the mirror, you told yourself, “Here goes nothing.”

Josh was already sitting at a table by the window in the café where the two of you had agreed to meet. A lot of EMS and hospital staff frequented here, as well as those on PD. You had never come here and not run into someone you didn’t know.

You knocked on the window and waved at Josh, who grinned when he saw you. A few moments later, you were seated in the booth across from him, nerves not entirely on the fritz, but not exactly calm, either.

“Good morning,” Josh greeted.

“Good morning,” you returned. “How was your shift?”

“Well,” Josh said, letting out a breath and ticking a list off on his fingers, “none of my guys had to be delivered to the hospital, didn’t have to pull any sleeping old guys out of bed before they died, no houses burned to the ground. So not too bad.”

You nodded. “That is a good shift. ER wasn’t so bad, either. Trauma was pretty dead. Makes for a slow night, but I’ll take it if it means people aren’t dying.”

“No kidding.”

The waitress came by then, took your coffee orders, left menus, then left you two to your conversation. You shared the few things that had happened in the ER, and Josh updated you on some of the guys at the station.

“Oh, speaking of that — I hear Zack is going to make a full recovery.”

Josh nodded, sipping at his black coffee. “Yeah, he’s got a few days left, then they’ll start talking about sending him home. It’ll be a bit before he’s back on the job, but he’ll get there. You been talking to Nicole?”

“Uh, no,” you said, suddenly embarrassed but not sure why. “I’ve been checking in after my shifts, when I can. I’m not bothering him or anything, I just —”

“Slow down, Y/N. I think that’s sweet of you.”

You bit your lip in an effort to stop from blushing. “Thanks. I know it’s probably none of my business, but when I was with Chad — before he left, of course — I felt like I was part of the family you guys have at the station. I got to know people and you guys got to know me. After Chad left and we decided to call it quits, it felt a little bit like I lost that family.”

You cleared your throat, thinking that perhaps that had been an overshare but you felt a load off your chest. You had your friends, but outside of the ER, it wasn’t the same as it had been with the firefighter group. You missed it more than you knew, until you had seen Josh and the guys again at the hospital.

Josh reached across the table and took your hand, squeezing gently. “We missed you too, you know. Or at least I did. And I know Nicole has always enjoyed when she works with you at the hospital.”

You smiled with relief. “Yeah, I enjoy that, too. She kept me updated on you guys every now and then. I suppose I could go ahead and embarrass myself a little more and let you know it was always kind of nice when she would mention you were still single.”

“Oh really?” Josh smiled, a warm pink painting over his cheeks as well. You realized he still had a hold of your hand, but you didn’t mind. You liked the way his calloused hand cradled yours; there was something about it that made you feel safe and secure.

The catching up continued and before either of you knew it, lunchtime had come around. Since coffee was all you had for breakfast, you were starving and so was Josh. After a few minutes of perusing the menu, Josh flagged down the waitress and the two of you ordered lunch. Another two hours passed before Josh finally announced he needed to get going.

“Not because I want to,” he assured as he walked you to your car, “but I promised my mom I’d come by this afternoon.”

“Of course, I get it. I think it’s too early on to be making your mother mad, anyway.”

Josh smiled. “Yeah.”

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

He shook his head adamantly. “Definitely not. I actually like the way you said that it’s early on — like there’ll be a later.”

“You want a later?” you asked, brow raised.

“I definitely do. Do you?”

“I do,” you smiled.

Josh’s fingers laced through yours, pulling you to a stop in the middle of the cafe parking lot. You bumped into him, but his strong figure held strong. His smile was a nervous one as his hand carded into your hair and his lips met yours.

Josh strolled up to his house when he got home from his parents, still floating on cloud nine. He had stamped down his attraction to Y/N while she was with Chad, but now that Chad was completely out of the picture and she was open to a relationship with Josh, it was as though a whole new world of potential had opened up.

He phoned Tyler as soon as he was in the house, checking on their plans for guys’ night out.

“We’re still on,” Tyler confirmed. “Nicole’s working the overnight shift, so I’m on my own. By the way, Nic said she saw Y/N last night and maybe overheard a conversation about how excited she was for her date with you this morning.”

Josh chuckled. “Oh yeah? Well, then I guess that would explain why it went so well.”

“I guess so. Hey, why don’t you bring her to the barbecue at our place next weekend?”

“That’s not a bad idea. She mentioned missing being around everyone.”

“Perfect. Listen, I just dropped off some food for Nicole at the hospital, I’ll be home soon. Mind picking me up, then we can go meet everyone?”

Josh nodded. “Yeah, that sounds fine. I’ll see you in a while.”

He disconnected the call. The idea of Y/N being back around with their group, but by his side now and not Chad’s, it made him even happier than he had been before Tyler extended the invitation to bring Y/N to the barbecue.

After washing up a bit and changing his clothes, Josh sprayed on some cologne and checked the time. He didn’t need to leave just yet to pick up Tyler, so he decided to take a chance and call Y/N.

“Well, hey you,” she greeted.

“Hey,” Josh smiled. “Is it too soon to be calling? I don’t wanna look like a nerd.”

“No, you’re not a nerd and no, it’s not too soon to be calling,” she giggled. “How was your visit with your parents?”

“Good. Try to see them when I can, but since Zack got hurt on the job, they’ve been even more tense than usual. Mom’s always happy to see me safe and sound.”

Y/N sighed. “Can’t blame her for that.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Y/N. I’m always safe. But it’s nice to have you worried about me, too.”

They talked for a while longer, until Tyler called on the other line to figure out what Josh’s hold-up was. He switched lines back and apologized that he needed to end the phone call.

“This morning it was your parents, tonight it’s Tyler. You don’t need an out to only get doses of me, you know,” she teased.

Josh chuckled but returned, “I’ll never get enough of you, I promise. Can I call you tomorrow?”

“I’d really like that.”

“Okay. Night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Josh.”

Reluctantly, he hit the red button to end the call. He found his keys and made way for Tyler’s, realizing how long it had been since he had felt this way about a girl. He already wanted to spend every second possible with her.

Can I take you out on your next day off? Josh texted on his way out of the driveway.

Her answer didn’t take long. My next day off is tomorrow.

I’ll see you then. Call you in the morning to make plans.

Josh shoved his phone in his pocket and worked on getting the twitterpated smile off of his face before he met up with the guys.

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