Twenty Øne Piløts Øneshots

ive dug myself into a rut using songs as titles-Joshler

Trigger warning: drunkenness, cuddles.

Briiiing. Josh's phone went off with a call from his best fren, Tyler. Pressing the green call button, he held the phone up to his ear, expecting to hear the cheerful sound of Tyler's voice. Instead, he heard a sniffle, and a quiet hiccup.

"Ty? You okay?"

"Make him stop, Josh. Please, make him stop," came the tear-choked whisper over the line. "He won't stop."

His words were slurred, and that worried Josh greatly. Was he drinking? Tyler hadn't gotten really drunk in a while. Sure he got tipsy sometimes, but never to the point of slurring his speech.

"Ok, Tyler, I'll be there soon, just breathe. Will you stay on the line with me?" No response. "Ty? Oh, no."

Rushing down the stairs, Josh grabbed his keys off the counter and bolted out the door, not even bothering to lock it. Putting his phone on speaker just in case, he started the familiar route to Tyler's house.

As he pulled into his driveway, he checked for Tyler's car. It was parked in its usual spot, meaning he hadn't gone out for a drive that would probably end in a crash.

He noticed the front door was slightly ajar, and he made sure to close it properly once he was in the house. As he headed upstairs to Tyler's bedroom, he saw a piece of paper lying on the ground. Written in Tyler's spindly handwriting was one phrase, over and over: Blurry won today.

Moving with increased urgency, Josh opened the door to Tyler's room, and was greeted with a sight he'd be happy to never see again.

Papers were strewn everywhere, and the scent of alcohol lingered in the air. A field of papers covered the floor, each covered front and back with Tyler's messy handwriting. The bedsheets were draped in a heap on the writing desk, and the bookshelf in the corner was knocked over, with books spread across the floor.

A shaking form drew his eyes to the corner of the room. There was Tyler, sitting with his head in his knees and a pen shakily writing on yet another piece of paper.

"Tyler?" Josh whispered hesitantly. "I'm here."

Tyler looked up with tear-filled eyes and rushed over to Josh, wrapping his arms around his muscular frame. He smelled of alcohol, and Josh felt his heart break at how scared and small Tyler looked.

"Were you drinking?" Josh murmured into Tyler's hair. "It's okay if you were, I just want to know."

"A little, I'm sorry. Blurry is winning, I couldn't get him to stop. I thought alcohol would help," Tyler whispered, fighting back more tears. "I'm sorry you have to deal with me. You should just go home, I'm too much of a bother on you."

Wrapping his arms a little tighter around Tyler, Josh moved them both onto the bed.

"Can I clean up a little?" Josh questioned, running a hand through the other's hair. "I won't leave your sight."

"O-okay. I'm sorry about the mess," Tyler replied, voice wavering a little.

Josh quickly scooped up all of the paper into a neat stack and placed them on the table, after moving the blankets to Tyler's shaking shoulders. The bookshelf was a little more difficult, but he was able to push it back against the wall and get the books back on the shelves.

Tyler's shaky apologies had switched to full sobs by the time Josh had finished cleaning, and he had wrapped his arms around himself and the blankets, in a futile attempt to shield himself from whatever was plaguing his thoughts.

"I'm really sorry, Josh," Tyler whispered again. "I didn't mean to get this out of control."

Josh walked over to Tyler and scooped him up into his arms. "I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit here. You've managed to live through all of the things life has thrown at you, and still keep a smile on your face. You stay strong, no matter what, and that is a very hard thing to do. I think you deserve to have one night of indulgence."

A tiny smile appeared on Tyler's face and he snuggled a little closer to Josh, who lay them both down and draped the blanket over them.

"Why don't you go to sleep," Josh said into the darkness. "I'll make sure Blurry doesn't come back, okay?"

Tyler nodded and pressed his ear to Josh's chest, in an attempt to hear his heartbeat, to prove that Josh was real. Picking up on this, Josh began to hum softly. The tune seemed very familiar and sweet, like a lullaby. Tyler realised, after some careful listening, that it was 'Can't Help Falling In Love', and felt an unexpected jab of emotion.

Josh began to trace soft circles on Tyler's back in an attempt to lull the man into sleep, knowing he'd feel a bit better once the sun rose.

Sure enough, Tyler's breathing was evening out, and his heartbeat, which Josh could feel against his lower ribs, was slowing. Josh could only let himself drift off once he was sure Tyler had fallen asleep, despite the heaviness in his eyelids. His last thought before he dropped off to sleep was that Tyler really should get new curtains; the light blue didn't match at all with the black and red of his room.

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Almost 900 words, wow! I want to make a part 2 of this, since that was my original idea (the night after), but would you get mad at me if i did 2 2-parters in a row?

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