Twenty One Pilots One Shots and Imagines

What paper? // T.J

It was a Friday night like every other, Tyler and I snuggling on the couch with Netflix on in the background. But, me being me, I had a paper I completely forgot about until 20 minutes ago.

I was typing furiously on my laptop trying to get this done as soon as possible. Out of the corner of my eye I see Tyler watching me. I disregard it and just keep working.

"Hey Y/NNNNNN?" Tyler asked. "Hmm?" I hum back, not even looking up at him. "Wanna take a break and watch a movie?" He asks. "Nope." I respond, starting my third paragraph.

He pouts and crosses his arms. I giggle at his childish ways but continue. "Tyler, you know I have to finish this paper or else this is gonna bring my grade down." I say, slightly annoyed.

"I know, but I just.. I was looking forward to hanging out with you." He says sadly. "Listen, once i'm done with this you'll get all the attention you so desperately crave."

He scoffs and playfully hits my shoulder. "I don't DESPERATELY need attention. I just.. it's.. nice to have." He says, becoming embarrassed. I look over and notice he's looking in the other direction, his bright red face giving it all away.

"Aww.. I was only joking love. And if I could, I would diss this assignment faster than you could even imagine. Hell, if it was up to me I wouldn't take any classes. I would just be with you all day everyday." I say, looking at him with a small smile.

He chuckles at me and wraps an arm around me. "I know that you're doing everything you can.. I just.. I don't know." He replies, his voiced lined with sadness. "I just wish we could actually be able to watch movies together and cuddle and not have the distraction of essays, projects, or whatever else."

I nod and frown, "Tell me about it. But this is the final push before the semester ends. Then we'll be able to hang out. Like, ACTUALLY hang out." He smiles and looks at my screen. "What is this prompt anyway?" He asks, removing his arm from my shoulder.

"Should the U.S. lower the drinking age to 18?" I respond, pushing my laptop towards him slightly. "Oh, the generic prompts, eh?" He asks, and I chuckle.

"Pretty much. Nothing exciting really." I reply. "What are your thoughts? If you wanna share." I laugh at him. "What am I gonna say, 'no Tyler I don't want you to know my views on a topic people have talked about for years.' Obviously i'll tell you."

He blushes and scratches his neck, "Well, I dunno. Maybe you don't wanna share your thoughts. I mean, personally, I survived for 21 years without drinking. So, I think they should have to wait."

I smile and nod, "Yeah, I feel the same way. Like, I don't feel the need to drink. Like, some people could be responsible, but for the ones that aren't.. it could just be disastrous." He chuckles, "Compelling argument indeed." I giggle.

I type the last sentence and make an explosion sound. I turn to him with a huge smile, "Done." He smiles back and puts his hand on mine. "NOOOW can we hang out?" I look at him and nod excitedly. "Lemme turn this in and we'll watch whatever you want."

His smile goes away and he looks back at the screen. "Did you proofread it?" I shrug. "Well no, but, we can hang out longer. Isn't that what you wanted?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. He  looks away, expression changing from happy to guilty.

"Well.. yeah. But I don't want your grade to suffer because of me." He replies. I sigh and look back at the screen. "I mean.. i'm doing okay right now." He looks back at me, clearly upset.

"Look, Tyler. I'll proofread it really quickly and THEN we'll do whatever. Deal?" I ask. His face lights up and he nods. "Good. Meanwhile, you go pick out a movie or show." I tell him, "Make sure it's something good."