fanboy ❀ joshler

one

"And I can't help falling in love with...you."

I gaze at the screen, watching Tyler strum the last notes on his ukulele. He stares at the camera, but then breaks out into that adorable smile of his. God, I could look at him forever.

Tyler sets the ukulele down on the bed that he's sitting on, and looks at the camera again, a faint smile lingering on his lips. "I'd like to, uh, thank all 10 thousand of you for subscribing to me. Without you all, I, uh, wouldn't be on this Earth today, so truly, thank you. Love you all." I stare at the screen for a moment, ignoring all of the recommended videos that pops up. All I can think about are two things:

1. Imagining Tyler Joseph saying that to me. To my face. Genuinely.

2. How much it sucks that he has 10k subscribers.

Although it sounds selfish, I didn't like the idea of Tyler's channel growing. As much as I want to feel happy for him, I just can't. I like the idea of him being my little secret. Something no one knows. I would hate for him to be in the mainstream, or even worse, be viewed as a trend for everyone to like.

ty, you !! are !! great !! I type in the comments section. There aren't a lot as the video was just posted, so I'm hopeful that he'll reply.

I dick around YouTube for awhile, occasionally clicking on the notifications tab to see if there were any new replies. I'd like to say I'm pretty well known in the comments section between Tyler's active subscribers, so I get some thumbs up on the comments I leave.

After my mindless checking of the tab, my eyes have to look at it again. And again. Just to clarify.

Tyler Jøseph replied to your comment

My heart drops. I click on it, not skipping a beat. I scroll until I see my name. I tap on the replies button, my fingers shaking.

I see his name, and begin reading. jish, you !! are !! great !! and read again. And read again. And read again. Basically until it was fermented in my brain.

you should do a meetup in columbus for 10k !¡¡¡!!! I eagerly type, not wasting time since I have his attention – the most I could ever ask for.

Even though Tyler never replied to my second comment, I still don't take for granted that he replied once, and just thinking about him calling me great makes my cheeks grow hot.

a/n:
i'm s O sorry if this is trash. this is my first joshler fic evEr but hope y'all like the first chapter thank & god bless