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#tylerjosheph #twentyonepilots #clique #cliqueart

I have 3 AUs for Clegan in my notes app atm, all 3 only has that part done that came to me during my daydreaming sessions lol

I don’t know how all the talented people here and on ao3 are doing the whole writing process, I feel stuck and I want to finish at least one of them but I’m like unable to put my thoughts into words.

I’m gonna go berserk.

Oh no… my heart… it’s broken 💔💔

Hi! I was listening to this song earlier today and felt the need to have my heart broken. I was wondering if you could write something from Josh’s perspective where he’s reminiscing about your past relationship after he sees you out with a new lover and kind of plays through his thoughts and emotions in the aftermath of seeing you. Thank you so much 💕

note: I'm sorry this took me a minute, but I hope you like it! And that literally my favorite Josh picture ever.

Like We Used To

The house was cold. Despite him having the heat on, it was still cold. Josh had made his bed permantly on the couch, not being able to bring himself to sleep in the same bed you had once laid next to him in. The last time he laid in the bed was the night after you left. He couldn’t even sleep, he kept tossing and turning, trying to remember what it felt like to have your body next to him. Your peaceful breathing that would lull him to bed, or the feeling of your icy cold feet on his calf in the middle of the night. He wondered if you were sharing your bed with someone else. If you stole your new partners pillows in the middle of the night, or if you laid your head on your new partners chest to hear their heartbeat, or if they knew what to do when you had a nightmare or would sleep walk.

Nothing was bringing him comfort, and he was all out of tears to cry, so he moved to the couch. He spent his nights watching Hairspray, your favorite movie. He always thought it was cheesy, but would smile at how excited you would get at the same parts, or would sing every song, or how you had begged him for you guys to be Link and Tracy for halloween.

“He’s superficial,” Josh complained, “He was more obsessed with his image than fighting injustice, and then sings some stupid song about being in love with Tracy after she leaves him?”

“Yes but he gives up his image to be with her, that’s what the whole last song is about!” You said.

“That still doesn’t cover up the fact-“

“You can’t stop the beat, Josh!”

He hated crying, he hated the feeling of everything closing in on him before that release of tears. It had been 6 months since you two had last seen each other, 6 months since you had broken his heart for what you said “was best” but Josh was wondering for who. He had spent most of his time in the studio, trying to pound out this new album. The guys knew not the mention you around him, but it was simply a slip up on his younger brother’s part.

“I didn’t even know what to do,” Sam said to Danny, “She was crying and sounded so upset,”

“Y/N was crying?” Josh asked, having overheard the conversation. Sam wiped his head around to see his older brother, brown eyes rimmed with red from crying earlier.

“I-I”

“Is she okay?”

“I’m not sure, she said something about Alex, her boyfriend, and getting into a fight,” Sam said and Josh couldn’t hear anymore. He walked out of the studio and into the bathroom. He gripped the sides of the sink and did his best to fight back his tears, but it was no use. Every bad situation was running through his head, and he hated it. What if you were in trouble? What if it was your anxiety? What if this Alex dude did something to you? Did this Alex dude know how to help you through your panic attacks? Did he hold you while you cried and fought with your inner demons?

That stupid song he had thought he deleted from his phone came around to haunt him. He was never really a Prince fan, but you loved the song Purple Rain. You had dragged him to listen to the song as you guys danced in the back yard. Josh laughed as you twirled around the yard, singing at the tops of your lungs. He had grabbed his camera, and recorded you. But now, that song was like nails on the chalk board. He wanted to pick up the stupid record player and smash it to pieces, having enough of the party his brothers dragged him too. Had you overplayed the song for him? Did he get to see you let go and dance around like no one was watching? Was he doing the things that Josh used to?

It had been 14 months and 7 days. That’s how long it had been since Josh had heard or seen you. He had known you had moved on, it was clear on your social media. Pictures of your new life while the ones of your old life were gone. Fans had stopped asking him where you were, and stopped making assumptions of what had happened. It was clear to everyone, YOU had broken Josh’s heart. You were the enemy to the peaceful army, you were the one they should hate. When in reality, Josh blamed himself for what had happened between the two of you. He simply had too much love to give, and didn’t give you enough. He thought he made the right choice, pushing you away, forcing you to walk out to fulfill a life he didn’t think he could ever give you. And to seal the deal, he gave his body to someone else, just to make sure you were hurt enough to not fight to come back.

Josh had a small feeling that you would come to the show tonight. You had told him that your dream was always to go to a concert at the famous Troubadour, and here they were, playing in your city, at your favorite spot. It took him a while to find out where you had gone, you fled Nashville, your parents denied that you moved to back to Michigan, so that only meant you followed your heart to the coast. Jake had briefly mentioned you posted an instagram story of you outside the venue, your boyfriend’s smiling face in it too. Josh couldn’t help but try and scan the audience for you. You felt some guilt, you knew you shouldn’t have dragged your current boyfriend to your ex’s show. It was almost like a slap in the face to him, a ‘look what she used to have’ type of thing. Alex had expressed his feelings about going to the show, dragging his feet, but he would do anything to make you happy, cause deep down, he knew you weren’t in love with him, no, you were in love with the idea of being loved. The idea of having someone to warm the vacant side of the bed, someone to hold on the cold nights, someone to help you forget about the man who had torn your heart apart.

Josh couldn’t sleep, his eyes focused on the dark ceiling above him, and the loud sounds of Sam and whoever he had brought back to his hotel room, filtered through the wall. Josh’s mind couldn’t help but wonder if you let him touch you like he used to. You had given yourself to Josh, letting him be the first man to ever touch you in such an intimate way. You had let your guard down, and let Josh see all of you. He had worshiped your body, making you feel comfortable and loved. The feeling that he left your body was complete euphoria, something you couldn’t even describe in words. Josh wondered, was that what you felt now? Or did you fake it every time he touched you? Did you think of Josh’s body, his hands, his eyes, his mouth while your new partner touched you? Did you whisper the same words or make the same sounds for him? Josh wished it could’ve been him instead, him laying next to you, touching you, loving you.

It took all of Josh’s strength to slide on that call. But he did anyway. He felt like crying when he heard your voice come through the receiver. It was like hearing gold, hearing honey, melting away any tension that he had. You always had that effect on him, you still do have that effect on him.

“Y/N, hey, how are you?” He asked.

“I’m good, I was just wondering if you got the invite I sent for Sam’s surprise party,” You asked and Josh sighed. He had gotten the invite, he just didn’t know how to respond. He was waiting a couple of days, trying not to jump the gun and seem desperate to respond to your text.

“I did,” Josh answered, “Of course I’ll be there, I was just gonna ask if you needed help with anything?”

“If you’re willing,” He could basically hear your smile, “I want to apologize, Josh,”

“Why are you apologizing? I was the one who fucked up,” He said.

“I just left, without telling you. I just disappeared,”

“You didn’t leave without reason though,” He sighed, “Just tell me, does he do the things I used to?”

He could hear you pause and then take a deep breath. He heard you sniffle, he could tell you were crying, “He does, Josh, and-and more.”

“Jake heard from your dad he proposed, congrats,”

“He did,” You said, fiddling with the ring on your finger, “But he’s not you Josh. We might do the things you and I used to do, but it won’t ever be the same.” You paused and then sighed, “I gotta go Josh,” Josh nodded even though you couldn’t see him, “I love you, Josh. I always have.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

That night as Josh laid in his bed, the images of him proposing to you, marrying you, having kids with you, and ultimately dying next to you, filled his head. He just wished he could do the things like you used to.

Hell yeah, boop the crap out of me folks 🖤🖤

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This ^ this right here is my favorite gvf incorrect quote 😂😂

Danny, just trying to go down for a nap: Wake me up-

Josh, bopping his head: before you go go :D

Jake, gazing into the distance: When September ends

Sam, bursting through the door: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

Of course it’s Jack 😂

That poor man can’t catch a break from the Air Force Yaoi 💀💀

Mind Reading AU

I would love to read a story where someone from the 100th - Kidd? Crank? - acquires the ability to hear what everyone else is thinking around him. He thinks listening to Crosby's nervous internal monologue is bad, but then John and Gale walk in, and he knows he’s going to lose his mind within hours if they don’t find a solution.

And it's not because of John.

No, John pretty much says what he's thinking with barely any filter or internal struggle. But Gale... it's a constant litany of filthy-loving-needy-guilty-self-tormenting thoughts stumbling over each other. He reaches for his toothpicks with perfect poker face while imagining kissing Bucky within an inch of his life. He stands looking mildly amused at Bucky elbowing him, but his mind is like white noise from desire. Then he despairs when Bucky leaves even though nothing shows in his expression.

art by @BottlngSunshine

Where is my soulmate at? 😭🤔

TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW | jake kiszka (18+)

pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

synopsis: based on that 2016 tumblr soulmate trope where it’s black and white until they meet, also emotion sharing

requests: soulmates au, fic based on song

cw: vulgar language, angst, toxicity, fluff, anti-climactic happy ending, soulmate au tingz, nightmare trope, lowkey slow burn but not really, rivals to lovers

wc: ~3500

a/n: WORLD BUILDING REE xx gene

song link: To Late to Turn Back Now - Cornelius Brothers & Sister Rose

MY MAMA TOLD ME, SHE SAID, "SON, PLEASE BEWARE / THERE'S THIS THING CALLED LOVE, AND IT'S AH EV'RYWHERE"

Jake grew up in a glass house; envious of the idealized soulmate dynamic. His parents never saw color, only settling for black and white. He had grown up in institutions propagating the idea of a soulmate---someone who would know you better than yourself---but lived in the reality that not everyone found their match. He had experienced too many people in his community only experiencing their lives through a black and white lens, destined to wait another lifetime until finding the one they were fated to be with.

He was never sure if his parents truly loved one another mainly because they matched so they wouldn’t end up alone. Maybe one of his parents loved the other, but they would never really know.

AND SHE TOLD ME IT CAN BREAK YOUR HEART…/ AND PUT YOU IN MISERY…

He could see in his mother’s eyes that love existed towards his father, seemingly more than what his father felt in exchange. His father’s wandering gaze shared more passion and lust in crowds of strangers than when he looked at his own wife. Jake’s parents were trapped in a relentless cycle of asking themselves what if…

And never finding the answers that would satisfy their unhappy disillusions.

Misery; that was how Jake would describe love.

For years he had to plaster a smile on his face, congratulating each of his friends as they began to find their soulmates. Time after time, he was waiting at a bar when one of them would grow quiet, making eye contact with someone across the room. The next thing he knew, Jake was being strapped into a groomsman’s tux and standing at the end of an aisle. He was constantly choking back criticisms that he knew would fall on deaf ears.

Despite his figurative forcefield, Jake knew you were out there. It seemed like as he grew older, his emotions were never fully his own. He knew you were responsible for the opposite end of the emotional scale that he was suddenly becoming more accustomed to.

Yet, Jake was stubborn. Instead, he suppressed your feelings of optimism and joy; content with the idea of living his life in a black and white world.

SINCE I MET THIS LITTLE WOMAN I FEEL IT'S HAPPENED TO ME

You pulled the collar of your jacket closer to your ears to fight against the biting cold. You were at the end of your rope already when the subway had been late, leaving you stranded for an hour before you were shoved into a seat next to a woman on the verge of labor.

Needless to say, you were thankful to be a few blocks from your apartment finally.

Accidentally stepping into a massive puddle, you trudged up the subway steps, ignoring the flickering lamp overhead and the bustle of the city at the threshold. A slight tinge of frustration drew your eyes away from the concrete beneath you, spotting a long-haired man with sharp features. He seemed to share the sudden disdain for your day as your irises focused on his.

The world around you began to blur before color began to pool in the corners of your eyes. His honey gaze was the first color you would ever see. Next would be the tone of his sun-kissed skin and the brightness of his scarf. The city around his features blossomed into shades of grays and blues, yet he remained bright.

His eyes were glued to yours in curiosity; studying your features to see if you would be the first to break the silence between the two of you. His soft lips parted slightly as he sighed deeply like he was already regretting something at the sight of you.

You, on the other hand, were relieved. Finally, you would no longer have to sit through the intensive conversations laid on by your family members as your sister and friend each found their soulmates. You also could finally blame the hot head in front of you for losing his temper at the worst possible times.

AND I’M TELLIN’ YOU / IT’S TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW

You gnawed the inside of your cheek as you approached one another. He seemed disinterested as you introduced yourself, muttering to himself more than answering your questions. You furrowed your brows at him as the two of you began to feed into each other’s tempers. “Look, I don’t have time for this right now. I don’t even want a soulmate,” he grumbled as you rested your hands on your hips.

You scoffed. “You think I was so desperate to find you?” You countered. “We should at least swap numbers so we can get a counselor for when you’re ready.”

He rolled his eyes again. Every couple was assigned a counselor for emotions management, being that the pairs usually shared intense emotions. You knew you’d need one on speed dial for the way Jake was at your first meeting. The fact that you couldn’t tell straight off the bat if you were agitated or just experiencing his feelings scared you.

As the two of you created contacts for each other with minimally labeled names, Jake pulled a cigarette from his pocket. You begrudgingly offered him a lighter. “Too late to turn back now, huh?” He muttered, making you chuckle.

When the two of you parted, Jake stubbornly refused to acknowledge the slight twinge in his gut. He already swore that the soulmate pairing was against his free will and due to some chemical imbalance produced by a nutrient in the city’s water supply. Yet, the color of your eyes flashed into his mind, making him kick his boot against the ground and huff.

I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE I’M FALLING IN LOVE

You and Jake had agreed to spend time together, trying to warm up to the idea of each other the best you could. You went on outings to meet friend groups, casual dates where you let hours pass as you shopped around the grocery store for one of you, even inviting each other along when you had errands to run. Your arguments were becoming more comfortable and you had come to accept that the pair of you couldn't go without a disagreement, therefore living with the petty outbursts over nothing became a staple in your mode of communication.

You liked Jake’s friends, finding it strange how bright and outgoing they were compared to him. At gatherings, the two of you usually stood together in a group, Jake’s hand usually brushing against yours in a short communication that he was still around even if you didn’t require it. This was something you noticed about him almost instantly: he would never admit it aloud to you, but he seemed to like the reassurance that you were still by his side in social settings.

That being said, it was usually your counselor that would force the two of you to actually show each other affection.

In one session, she had insisted that the two of you hold hands, feeling that physical touch was the quickest way to break barriers. It led to the two of you bickering while Jake’s fingers were threaded with yours, his palm warm against your skin. His hazel gaze would narrow at you as you brought up something annoying he did, like when he would run up your heels with a shopping cart or hog the blankets when the two of you were watching a movie. Yet his hand would tighten around yours, refusing to let you go.

Another time, your counselor insisted on a more direct form of communication for the two of you which involved facing each other in armchairs and saying what you liked about each other. By this point, Jake had been in your life for a few months so without thinking, your feet were kicked up on the cushion beside him as his arm leaned against your legs, his dark eyes focusing on how you twisted your hands.

“I don’t hate it when you run with my jokes,” you mentioned, tilting your head as if you were trying to satisfy yourself with your own answer.

Jake sighed, thumb rolling over your denim-clad shin. His gaze flickered to the counselor. “You think this is going to build self-confidence or something?” He tutted at her. Her irises drew up from his hand on your leg before violently nodding. He rolled his eyes back to you. “Um…” He clicked his tongue as he thought. “I like that you don’t use emojis.”

The counselor was mainly there to keep you both level-headed. Something you had discovered from these sessions was how intense Jake was regarding his emotions. She figured that the two of you weren’t actually prone to so many arguments and the rivalry, but rather it was just Jake dwelling on bitterness and pessimism. When the two of you fought over bigger topics---not related to which guitarist was the best or which Pringles flavor tasted better---you found yourself instantly overcome with frustration, mainly rolling off of his shoulders.

“It comes with the territory,” your counselor had reasoned.

Jake felt everything to the tenth degree, meaning that you now shared this side of him even more intensely.

… IT SO UNUSUAL FOR ME TO CARRY ON THIS WAY

More months passed, peeling back the layers and barriers the two of you had put up between each other. You studied trivia flashcards about each other, trying to get to know one another as people rather than just partners. You reprogrammed the radio in his car by this point, making it difficult for him to forget the feeling of you in his passenger seat. He was at your side for birthdays and your family get-togethers. Your friends favored him more than you had expected them to.

The two of you moved in together rather quickly, yet still slept apart despite the protest from your counselor. You usually nested yourself in the master bedroom and he had found a home with his guitars in one of the guest rooms. You ate dinners together, engaging in as much small talk as possible.

It was clear from the beginning that the goal was to build a life around each other as soon as possible. Your counselor had read in one study that soulmates who didn’t click right away repelled each other until they became a habit to one another.

I TELL YOU, I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT, A WANTING TO HOLD HER TIGHT / I TRIED SO HARD TO CONVINCE MYSELF THAT THIS FEELIN' JUST CAN'T BE RIGHT

Jake bit his tongue at the subtle disdain you exhibited in leaving your apartment. He couldn’t deny the justice that came with neither of you having your way, but still enjoyed co-existing with you. You were growing on him, despite him finding your hair on his jacket the morning after a night out or when you would switch the channel on the tv when he was watching something. He enjoyed making breakfast with you---the two of you still tired from the heavy rest as you maneuvered around each other softly, following an unspoken schedule.

He continued on his bitter charade just as you did; your rock-hard surfaces complimenting each other until one of you would dare show a weak spot. He found it odd how often you were on his mind. Sometimes his mind would drift to when the two of you first met, making his stomach twist at the thought of how much he wanted to escape you. Well, not you, but the concept that brought you to him. He knew that if you were living in a world without the obligation of soulmates, he would want to find you.

Jake let himself imagine what it would be like in that reality. You’d probably meet in a bar where he’d buy you a drink you wouldn’t finish because you’d be too busy telling him one of your long-winded and complex stories. He thought about how much happier his parents would be, and the first time you met them it would have been during some stupid holiday in the house where he grew up.

It was his swelling emotion of fondness that seemed to seep into your mind too. You grew to recognize the look in his eye during a counseling session when he seemed to want to tell you something. You knew him better than the counselor would give you credit for. When you saw that small glimmer in his gaze, you sat close enough that your arm would rest against his, or you’d stretch your pinky out to wrap around his.

AND I’M TELLIN’ YOU / IT’S TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW

Sweat pooled at your hairline as you fought to kick to the surface of the water, the seaweed wrapping around your ankles as your lungs gasped for breath. The water was growing murkier around you, the plants pulling you further into the depths of the darkness. You were beginning to panic as you struggled.

Jake’s stomach was twisting in knots for a reason he couldn’t figure out. Something in the back of his mind kept itching at him that the feeling was from you. He rolled his eyes and turned over on his stomach, squeezing his eyes shut to try and ignore the echoing fear in his thoughts. It was a dull feeling, so he figured it couldn’t be serious.

That was until a spike of panic tightened in his chest, making him sit upright in bed. He wet his lips, mulling over the consequences in his head if he checked in on you. He could almost hear your voice in his thoughts calling out to him.

Trudging the distance to your room, Jake yawned and pulled a hoodie over his head. Your room was silent as he pressed his ear to the wood of your door before knocking. The panic in his body began to build when you didn’t answer, unable to tell if it was his own fear or yours.

He twisted the knob, peeking his head into your room to spot you curled into the sheets, fingers tightening around the material tightly. He chewed on his lip as he realized the adrenaline was from a nightmare you were having. He silenced the side of him debating against interfering as he stepped into your room, sitting on the edge of your bed.

Jake gingerly rested a hand on your shoulder, jumping as you sparked awake, the two of you scaring each other from the sudden movement. You sighed in relief when you saw his face, something that tugged at his heart.

… I BELIEVE I’M FALLING IN LOVE

You threw your arms around him without thinking, digging your nose into the crook of his neck to breathe in the scent of his hair as silent tears slipped from your eyes. He was stunned at the action, but the beating of your heart against his chest drew him from his frozen state as he returned your embrace, holding you tightly. His fingertips carefully caressed the valley of your spine, hushing your fears as he drew you closer to him. Your body felt right in his grasp, as if you belonged in such a proximity to him.

You were eased at the warmth of his skin and the coo of his voice as he assured you that you weren’t alone. The material of his clothes was soft as you clung to him. The two of you had never been pressed together so closely, and you weren’t sure you wanted it to end.

Jake pulled back from you slightly, brushing one of his hands into your hair to push it away from your face until his palm was resting on the back of your neck. His thumb smoothed against the tension in your jaw as your hand covered his. He wiped away the roadmap of tears streaked across your face. His features were soft in the dim lighting as you took a deep breath to calm the trembling of your teeth.

You moved into the cold spot of your bed, pulling him beneath the sheets with you. As he settled in, he tugged you against his chest, letting you nestle into the fabric of his sweatshirt. The mellow beating of his heart lulled you back to sleep, your dreams now of the cedar wood trees from Jake’s cologne.

As you drifted off, Jake curled into your warmth. He pressed his cheek against your forehead as you cuddled into his hold, wishing he could live in this moment until he died.

I WOULDN’T MIND IT IF I KNEW SHE REALLY LOVED ME TOO

It was different between the two of you after that night. At bars, you would pull his arm around your shoulders or thread your fingers with his. You felt yourself falling for him rather quickly after bonding with him over your nightmare.

But pieces of you worried that what you were feeling was merely what Jake was experiencing rather than your own emotions. You knew how intense his emotions could be so it wasn’t so far out of the water to have the nagging idea that he was loving you enough for the both of you.

In a separate session, you had met with your counselor to discuss this fact, finding that the absence of Jake by your side left you vulnerable. The two of you usually teamed up against her tactics and made a joke out of her bonding exercises. You missed him.

“It’s normal to question if what you’re feeling is real,” she commented. You sucked on your teeth with a slight sigh. “He’s asked me about this too.”

You perked an eyebrow at her words. “He has?”

She nodded. “I knew right away that he was going to fall for you, and fall hard.” She peeked out one of her large windows after she expanded. “Does it matter?” Your gaze narrowed with her question. “If you both feel the same, does it matter?”

BUT I’D HATE TO THINK I’M IN LOVE ALONE / AND NOTHING THAT I CAN DO

Jake looked over his shoulder from his place in the living room as you got home. He sent you a small wave as you stepped over the back of the couch and slid into the spot next to him, tucking yourself under the blanket he had commandeered. You peered at him out of the corner of your eye, wanting to ask him about the questions swirling in your head.

Instead, you studied his features. The neutral tones of his flannel complimented the shades of brown in his hair, the tones of honey in his eyes. He turned to catch your gaze, snorting as you held his attention with an unreadable expression.

He knew what you wanted to say, but he refused to be the first to break the ice into the conversation you were edging towards. You wet your lips, letting your weight lean against his shoulder as you looked down at your hands. The feeling of your body against his set him at ease.

“Are you okay with this now?” You asked him, flashing your eyes up to his before avoiding his gaze once again. His brows knitted together. “I mean me. Are you okay with me now or are you just feeling that I’m okay with you now?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “What?”

You chewed on your lip. “You know,” you trailed off momentarily. “Do you like me?”

He scoffed. “Are we in middle school? Of course I like you,” he teased sarcastically.

You sighed. “No, Jake. I’m okay with you. I’m okay with this,” you clarified, gesturing to the space around you. “Do you feel the same way or is it the stupid emotion sharing thing?”

He nodded slowly, nudging your arm with his. “I’m okay with you, too. I don’t think it’s the emotion thing.”

IT’S TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW

You mirrored his gesture, sinking further into the couch beside him. He continued to look at you as if he were mulling something over. His other hand reached towards you, slipping his fingers into the space between the skin of your neck and the collar of your sweatshirt. It was actually his clothing, the thought of you wearing it so blatantly in front of your counselor made him want to laugh.

Instead, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, drawing you closer to him to press your lips against his in a kiss that could soothe even the most troublesome mind. It seemed that the colors behind your eyes burned more vibrantly, every sensation seemingly becoming more heightened at the taste of him.

“I’m okay with you, I promise,” he chided as he reluctantly drew himself away from you, a blush spreading across your face at his tone.

I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE I’M FALLING IN LOVE

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