I Fell And You Caught Me | Tyler Joseph X Reader

The Drawing (Tyler's POV)

Josh and I are hanging out in the living room, waiting for (Y/n) to get home. I told him about my thought from earlier.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Well I can't keep giving her hints, that's for sure. I'm going to tell her, either tonight or tomorrow, depending on how work went." Josh nodded.

"Good. How do you think she'll react?" I sighed.

"I dunno. I don't even know if Twenty One Pilots could possibly mean anything to her. I mean, she knows about the band, that it exists, but I don't think she remembers what it used to mean to her, or that she even knew who we were before all of this happened."

Josh stood up without a word, and started walking toward my room. Confused, I followed him.

He started digging through a drawer I let him use on the nights he slept over. He pulled out a white, long tube that had caps on both sides, protecting whatever the container was holding. Josh popped off one of them, sliding out what looked to be a rolled up poster. It was.

He handed it to me and I cafefully unrolled it. It was an original.

It was a perfectly drawn and colored portrait of Josh and I. If it wasn't right in front of my face, I'd say it was an actual photo. Around the drawing of us there were lyrics from songs and quotes from interviews. A couple of symbols and the band logo were drawn up there as well. The background was a black and white gradient. On the bottom left corner was (Y/n)'s small signature.

"This has to be one of the most beautiful pieces of art I've ever seen," I stated. Josh nodded.

"Alex called me a few weeks ago and told me to come get it. I only wanted to show you when you were ready to tell her."

"Why?"

"I want you to show it to her."

"Josh, I don't want to bombard her with the who knows how many memories. This needs time. I will show her this. Just... Not now," I informed him, rolling the poster back the way it was and sliding it into the tube.

"I guess that makes sense," Josh replied.

"Thank you."

Just as we re-hid the beautiful art, we heard the door open.

"Boys! I'm home!"