Open to both Clancybearer and x Reader fics! Both male and female readers, etc.
I also have a ton of headcanons that I'll share here and there!
Requests:
Open!
Basic rules:
I will not do smut or nsfw. And no heavy gore either, everything else is fair game
I will also not write Joshler, any shipping of them go directly to their characters, not them themselves.
Obviously, nothing homophobic, racism, etc.
Respect me as you would want to be respected. I do have a life outside of doing this, so if I take time on a request please have some patience.
I will be making a schedule (at some point), just for writing/posting days.
Please give me as much detail as you can so I can write your requests exactly how you'd like them written. I don't want to accidentally make it something you didn't want.
But that is all! More will be added later as I get more on this account.
Hiiii! Could you write an (Alien) Spooky Jim x female reader story?? Kinda want a teenage dirtbag story but I'm not 100% sure what I want but there are definitely not enough fics of him
JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG, LIKE YOU - Spooky Jim x Reader
wc: 1,269
Summary: Reader spends forever pining over Spooky Jim, but Spooky Jim doesn't even know who Reader is. Reader avoids putting herself out there, but also tries to get Spooky's attention without making it obvious. One day, during a party, Spooky approaches Reader and invites her to a concert, saying he dumped his boyfriend, Blurry (Bisexual Spooky for the sake of this), and would rather go with Reader instead.
a/n: Hi anon!! I hope this is okay, I was very 50/50 on whether or not I wanted to make Spooky or Reader the one who is pining, but after doing a listen to Teenage Dirtbag for inspiration, I made it reader! Spooky is bisexual in this, but because Blurryface gives the vibes of the boyfriend mentioned in the song, so I hope that's okay!
warnings: A bit of violence mentioned, drinking, 2nd person, guns, no use of y/n.
-~~-
You should've been paying attention to your close friend, talking about whatever new boy she was onto, but you couldn't help but watch someone behind her. Spooky Jim, or as most people called him, Spooky.
You had been pining over him for months now, you desperately wanted to at least talk to him, or at least try to get him to notice you but no matter the efforts, he always seemed to look through you. You were also very much aware that Spooky's boyfriend, Blurry, could be a lot.
You're dragged out of your thoughts when you hear your friend calling your name, snapping her fingers in front of your face.
"Hello? Are you even listening to me?"
"Sorry sorry, I was uh- I was thinking"
Your friend rolls her eyes, looking behind her. A smirk creeps up on her face when she spots Spooky sitting there with his boyfriend, listening to whatever Blurry was deciding to play out loud. She turns back to look at you.
"Uhuh, were you actually thinking or were you admiring your dream boy over there?"
"Shut up! Not so loud.." You whisper yell, checking to see if Spooky heard or not.
"He won't hear you, his jackass boyfriend is sharing his shitty music again."
You shake your head, shooting a pointed glare at your friend. "Still I don't want him possibly hearing."
Your friend laughs, before getting up. You do as well, and you two walk together.
"Why are you still crushing on him anyways, he's got a boyfriend and he doesn't even know who you are."
"I-"
You pause. That was a good question, in all honesty, you didn't know. Spooky seemed very charming, and you definitely believed you could do better than Blurry in regards to loving him.
One of the things you often observed in regards to those two was that Blurry was always commanding Spooky, like he wasn't his own person, just a trophy for Blurry to keep around. You wanted to go over sometimes and chew him out, but everyone was aware of Blurry's nasty attitude, and well, his fascination for brandishing and showing off his gun.
"Girl, you should show off some more, put yourself out there!"
You look at your friend, eyebrow raised. She knew just as well as you did that you didn't have what it took to 'put yourself out there.' The thought made you laugh, honestly.
"I can not put myself out there. You know this- I'm not interesting enough. I am just some ordinary girl."
"Because you don't even try!"
You and your friend round a corner and you stop, looking at her.
"Please, just drop it, okay? I am never going to be able to be with him or get him to notice me."
Your friend sighs, giving you a look of pity.
"Fine, fine."
-~~-
The next time you see Spooky, he is surprisingly alone. You really do try to make yourself appear more out there, you really do, but he still doesn't notice you. You almost get to a point of talking to him, but by the time you make your decision to do so, Blurry is already walking over and talking to him.
There was no competing with that.
-~~-
After a couple weeks of pining, you had gotten invited to a massive party by your friend, which you were surprised about. You didn't often go to parties, even your friends parties, as you just didn't think you belonged there. But then your friend said she invited Spooky, and also mentioned not seeing Blurry hanging around him often anymore, and suddenly your interest was piqued.
So, the night of the party, while you weren't really expecting anything to happen, you got dressed in your best outfit, and made yourself shine. Your friend, when seeing you, gushed how perfect you looked and how Spooky couldn't ignore you now.
Throughout the party, people were drinking and dancing, and you hadn't spotted Spooky at all throughout it all. You were a bit tipsy, but you decided to go outside, determining that maybe Spooky hadn't shown up at all. You sat on the steps outside, looking up at the stars. Your one chance to speak to Spooky and he just… wasn't here.
You had been so lost in thought that you hadn't seen the man you had just been talking about walking towards you.
"Hey."
Your head snaps down from looking up at the sky, and you stare into Spooky's eyes. Your face goes a bit pink, suddenly nervous.
"H-Hey-"
"Can I sit?"
You are quick to nod, scooting over enough for Spooky to sit next to you.
"You look pretty tonight, by the way."
The way Spooky speaks softly, quitely almost, mixed with the compliment makes your face go a darker shade of pink. Spooky laughs a little.
"What, never been complimented before?"
You can't help but smile. He was so sweet, you couldn't believe you were finally talking to him, here and now.
"N-No, it just caught me off guard- Y'know, I've always seen you around but we've never really talked before."
"Oh, I believe you when you say you've seen me around, I've seen you watch me."
"I-"
Your face is bright red at this point, and you hide your face.
"It's okay, that's why I came over here."
You look at him again, curious.
"How would you like to go see Twenty One Pilots with me? I have two tickets."
You swear you can feel your heart stop beating. That was one of your favorite bands.
"What about Blurry-?"
Spooky sighs, looking in front of him.
"We broke up. He had his problems, between being really controlling to constantly carrying a gun around, and I got fed up."
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't apologize, he kind of made me worried about talking to anyone else, even you." The way Spooky says it is so smooth, and you feel this warm feeling in your chest. "He made me feel lonely, and invisible, and from what I've seen, you're the same way."
"I- Yeah. I always thought you wouldn't ever notice me, nor know who I was."
Spooky looks at you and smiles.
"I always have. Now, come with me Friday to the concert, don't say maybe."
He hands you a ticket, and stands up. He smiles at you one last time, before walking away. Your heart is hammering in your chest, but you have never felt so overjoyed.
You text your friend the news, and that you'll be leaving, and you get a bunch of celebration emojis in return.
That night, you sleep better than you ever have in your entire life.
-~~-
Come Friday, you are very excited. You dress extremely well, and set off for the concert venue. When you get there, you spot Spooky and run up to him.
"Hey!"
"Oh hi there!"
He gives you this warm smile that makes your heart flutter.
"Shall we go?"
You nod and you both manage to run to barrier. Throughout the night, you both jump and have fun. But when the band starts playing Tear In My Heart, Spooky suddenly turns to you.
"I wanted to say, you… you are extrodinary. You make me feel wanted, make me feel seen, and well-"
Spooky looks you in the eyes.
"You are the tear in my heart."
Soon, Spooky grabs your face, kissing you deeply. You kiss back, wrapping your arms around his neck. A few people go 'awww' around you, and everything else fades away.
hi!! can you do a sick tyler fic, i want it to be like him fussing about being sick and reader takes care of him, then gets sick and tyler has to end up taking care of them!!
Sickeningly Sweet For Me - Tyler Joseph x Reader Sick Fic
wc: 965 Words
Summary: Tyler gets sick, and reader helps him get better, but ends up getting the sickness from Tyler, resulting in Tyler having to take care of reader.
a/n: Hi anon! I apologize for taking a bit, I didn't get the initial notification, but here you go 👀👀 I love sick fics, so I hope you enjoy this! It's a bit short, but it is very cute nonetheless!
warnings: Mentions of vomit, no use of y/n, 2nd person cause I love 2nd person fics for x readers
-~~-
You wake up, the sounds of the birds chirping outside. The sun shines through your room, well, yours and Tyler's room. A smile graces your lips, thinking about Tyler.
He was perfect, handsome, but also really sweet behind the 'tough' exterior, as he likes to call it. He treats you like everything you've ever wished for and more. Like royalty, practically.
Your thoughts are brought back to reality, when you notice the warmth of your boyfriend is not there. You get up out of bed, making your way out of the room. There, from the doorway, you see the bathroom door halfway open, and there on the floor in front of the toilet, was Tyler.
You walk over to the bathroom, gently as to not scare Tyler. The minute you enter the bathroom, you are immediately hit with the smell of vomit.
"Oh… Tyler," you say softly, walking over and crouching next to him. You hear him mumble your name incoherently, and you raise your hand to rub circles on his back. "Hey, are you okay?"
"I'm sick," Tyler whines, sounding a bit fussy. You have to stop yourself at laughing at this, instead opting to let him continue. "I don't know what happened, just woke up this morning really nauseous."
"Was it something you ate last night?" You ask, voice still gentle.
"Unless you were deliberately trying to poison me, no, it wasn't from last night's dinner."
You can't help but chuckle a little at that, causing him to pout at you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you just sound so whiny. I'm not used to this side of you."
"I'm not-" Tyler is interrupted by a sneeze, that's followed by a heavy cough. His body lurches a little, the force of the cough moving his body.
"Okay, okay, try not to strain yourself too much… come on, lets get you back to bed." You help Tyler get up, flushing the toilet, making a mental note to smelly good spray the bathroom later. You help Tyler get into bed, and under the covers. "Do you want something to eat? Or do you just want to sleep?"
Tyler slurs something, you can't understand, and you laugh a little. "Love, I didn't understand any of that."
"Want. Soup. Please. I love youuu." Tyler's eyes are half lidded, and he's looking at you like a stray puppy. You smile, ruffling his hair, kissing his cheek. "I'll be back then babe, don't fall asleep while I'm gone or your soup will get cold."
You hear Tyler mumble something quiet, and you turn around to make him soup.
-~~-
By time you return to the room, despite you telling Tyler not to, you find him fast asleep, snuggled in the covers, sniffling every so often.
You set the soup down on the bedside table and lightly shake Tyler. "Hey, Ty, wake up… your soup is done."
You lightly rub his cheek, and watch as his eyes flutter open.
"I was sleepin'," Tyler mumbles, you can hear the rasp in his voice.
"Yeah, I know Ty, but I told you not to fall asleep. Your soup is done babe."
You have Tyler sit up and you feed him his soup. He sleepily eats it, and sooner than you think, he's done. You go to get up, to put the bowl away, when Tyler puts it on the bedside table and pulls you close, into a cuddle hug.
"Mmmm stay with me? Please?"
You can't help but smile and oblige. He's so goddamned cute when he's sick.
You pull him closer to you, allowing him to lay his head on your chest. Sooner than later, Tyler is asleep, and you fall asleep too.
-~~-
A few days had passed, and over time Tyler had gotten better. He definitely whined and groveled about being sick most of the time, but you shut him up with snuggles, which he said was the perfect cure. Little did you know, that came at a cost.
You find yourself waking up in the middle of the night, nausea washing through you, body burning up. You rush to the bathroom, emptying out the contents in your stomach. Soon enough, you hear footsteps and find Tyler standing in the doorway.
"Oh, love, did I get you sick"
You only manage a weak nod, tearing up, before you find yourself throwing up again. Maybe, just a little bit, you regretted cuddling Tyler while he was sick. Just in this moment, at least.
As soon as you're done throwing up, Tyler sweeps you off your feet, carrying you to the room.
"Don't you worry one bit, I got you love. I will take care of you just as well as you took care of me."
And well, he did. He carried you around the house, never once letting you walk anywhere. He made all the meals, despite barely knowing how to cook.
You're sitting on the couch, TV playing on the quieter end, to avoid giving you a headache, when Tyler comes in with some water and a nice bowl of tomato soup.
"Here love, for you."
He sits next to you and helps feed it to you, stopping only when your body starts shivering.
"I'm really sorry again for getting you sick," Tyler apologizes, for what seems like the fifth time in the past 2 days, while placing the bowl down.
"It's okay Ty, I was bound to get sick either way. I still love you. Now, stop apologizing and get over here."
You pull him towards you, snuggling into him, getting your revenge. He holds you close, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
"I love you too."
You two spend the rest of the day watching TV, snuggling. Sick or not, you couldn't help it. Everything was perfect.
