twenty øne pilots // preferences

he's overthinking things

Josh:
If you haven't talked to Josh in a while, he begins to think you no longer love him. He overthinks the situation, thinking that you find him unattractive. And Josh being himself, would pick away at himself in the mirror, pointing out the things he hates about himself.

You opened the door to Josh's house, holding a bag with food from Taco Bell for you and Josh to have, as a surprise. You set the food in the table, and called out his name, semi-quietly, wondering where he was.

You walked up the stairs, to his room, and quietly opening the door, not knowing if he was asleep or not. You saw the light to his bathroom was on, and he was looking in the mirror. You stood in the doorway, to where you were unseen, and listened to what he was mumbling.

"You're worthless," he began. Tears ran down his cheeks, as he stared himself down the mirror. He poked at his stomach, and his face.

You could tell he was upset about how he looked, which was fairly unusual. He never talked about insecurities when he was with you. It hurt you to see him so sad, saying things that aren't true.

"Josh?" you whispered, stepping towards him.

"Oh, Y/N, I-" you cut him off with a hug.

"Josh don't you dare ever think that you're worthless. You keep me sane. You make me feel loved, and I love you."

Pulling away from the hug, you look up at him, and wipe his tears off his cheeks.

"But you shouldn't love me. I'm nothing. My body is disgusting and I'-" you cut him off again.

"Joshua. You are the most angelic thing I've ever seen. Look at yourself. You're handsome. Your abs are toned, and your arms are muscular as hell. You're such an amazing person, you have to realize that," you say, allowing a tear to escape your eye.

"I love you," he says, hugging you tightly.

"I love you so much," he whispered, repeating himself. You two stand there, in Josh's bathroom, hugging each other like its the end of the world.

Tyler:
When you're not home, Tyler becomes slightly depressed, spending his time in your shared bedroom overthinking things.

"Baby?" You'd call out into the dark room, turning on the lamp on the nightstand to reveal a crying Tyler, his knees pulled up to his chest on the bed.

"Tyler, what's wrong?" You'd ask, worriedly.

"I don't deserve you," he'd stutter, his voice cracking as he sniffles after speaking.

"You're too good for me. No one should love me. I'm not worth the t-time, or space," he'd continue.

"I'm worthless," he'd whisper, staring at the carpet in the room.

You'd crawl across the bed, sitting next to him.

"Tyler, look at me in the eyes," you'd say, cupping his face in your hands causing him to look at you.

"You are an amazing man. You've saved so many lives. You've taught me how to live again. You make me feel like I'm the only woman you'll ever love. You treat me like a queen. Truthfully, I don't deserve you. You're anything but worthless. I can't live without you, you complete me. Do you understand?" you speak, wiping his tears.

Instead of speaking, Tyler would reach his arms out and hug you tightly, sobbing into your shoulder.

"I love you.. So much.." he'd say in between his cries.

"I love you more," you'd say, letting a single tear roll down your cheek.