Tyler Joseph Imagines

I'll even be the little spoon

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Warning: Swearing

Summary: The one where Tyler had been distant lately and you are obviously not happy with it.

A/N: this is the second to last imagine that I have currently written for Tyler, there will hoepfully be more in the future but yeah if you want too keep more up to date just follow my tumblr. Also yes this was written in a very angry mood.

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"Tyyyyler", you called out to your boyfriend who came through the door. "Baabe", unfortunately he sounded more annoyed than you. A quiet voice in your head went 'oh you're annoying him again, just shut up and it will be fine'. It had been like this often recently, he was stressed and pissed off a lot of the times. Even if you tried to do your best and be the best girlfriend you could be he still seemed to be annoyed with you.

He sat down on the couch, not next to you but quite a few inches apart. You tried not to get upset about it. He was stressed and that was alright, but still it hurt you. You had only tried your best but he just didn't seem to want your help. He was stubborn and you knew it.

For the rest of the day you kept your distance. You always left room for him to get closer if he wanted to. In your mind leaving him more space was the right thing, so he could decide when he was ready to talk to you.

When he still wouldn't talk to you when you two were alone in your hotel room you got annoyed. He could at least have said sorry for being so distant or that he was really stressed and that's why he was so weird today. Instead of doing that he used the time while you were brushing your teeth to fall asleep. So no more talking for you two that night.

The next morning you were the one keeping distance. Not that he would have wanted to get close anyway but still. Breakfast went by uneventful as well as getting to the concert hall.
The boys went off immediately, setting up their instruments.
"Y/N", Mark scared you a little when he approached you from the back. "Damn Mark! You need to stop scaring me or one day I will get a heart attack", you hadn't even finished before he was already laughing. "I'm sorry Hun, at least then I will have Tyler all for my self", as his laughs got louder, your mood got worse. Tyler was the last thing you wanted to think about at the moment. "Well you can have him already", you replied drily. Mark's laughs ended abruptly. "Shit, what happened?", he put his arm around your shoulder and began moving towards the exit. "Not here", you really did not want to have someone wrong overhear this conversation.

The coffee you held almost burned your hand before you could set it down next to you on the bench. You and Mark were now sitting in a park near the venue. He paid for his and your coffee, which you appreciated very much. It was the nicest thing somebody had done for you in a few days.

You couldn't wait until he asked you to talk, you just had to get it off your heart. "Damn it Mark. I don't understand Tyler! Boys are so confusing. I try and do everything I can but he just rejects me. He doesn't want to get touched or hugged or kissed. Nothing that belongs to a relationship. I feel like we are only acquaintances. He has not told me he loved me for days now, he even sleeps without touching me.", you had to stop to take a deep breath. Mark rubbed your back slightly and then took a sip of his coffee. "Go on",he seemed to know that interrupting you now to comment would not be the smartest thing to do. You nodded and continued. "Actually the worse is the communication, or more like the lack of it. He is stressed, sure, he wants to have space, sure, he does not talk to me, no! He should at least explain to me what is up! I don't think it is just the new tour. If he would talk to me I could try and help but no he just rejects me and is cold. I don't know anymore.", your shoulders sank down as you finished your rant. The next breath you took weirdly felt lighter, as if you really just had to get everything of your chest; not just to understand it better but also to maybe get some peace yourself. You drank some of the coffee and enjoyed the silence. Mark's face revealed that he was thinking about what to say. Maybe he could give an better explanation than you had thought of.

"I don't understand him. I think you are right, it's not just the tour. I don't get him. I get the not talking, he just sometimes likes to deal with things by himself, but he usually needs some form of affection to deal with stuff like that." It took Mark a while before speaking up again. "I think you should go back later and put him infront of a decision. Tell him he either talks to you, or he won't have to talk to you anymore at all. Because whatever he is doing, this stupid behaviour...it is not how you treat anyone, let alone their girlfriend."

You let what he said sit with you for a moment before nodding. "Yes. I think you are right, this has to stop or I will stop it!"

You were prepared, for a loud argument and the worst possible ending, when you followed Tyler into the hotel room. The door closed behind you and Tyler had already gone into the bathroom. You followed him silently. "Tyler!", your voice was louder than you wanted it to be. He jumped a little before turning around. "Stop!", he looked at you pissed again and proceeded to walk towards the sink. "No you fucking stop! You stop from now on!", you had never gotten loud with him but the feeling of rage came over you father than lightning. "I need an explanation. I am fucking done with this bullshit!", he definitely did not expect your sudden outburst. "I'm sorry? What are you talking about him", even though he tried to sound oblivious, you did not believe one word of it. "Oh you don't know what I am talking about. Right! Understandable since you have not talked to me for days. What am I to you? Air? I don't know what the fuck I'd going on but either you talk to me or I am fucking gone alright?", your breathing was unexpectedly heavy. Tyler's expression surprised you; it looked like rage mixed with a lot of fear.
"You have not talked to me for days! I could not touch you for days without being snapped at! I have not felt loved for days! Fuck you!" His breath was hitched as he sat down on the tub.
"I-"
"You what? Want me to fuck off? Because I can do that! Oh, I will do that if you don't change!"
"No! I-"
"You?"
"I- I- I want you"
"Yeah well I don't fucking get that from you!"
"I'm sorry"
"You better be.", you sat down on the toilet seat. "Why won't you talk to me? why won't you let me help you? What did I do fucking wrong?", tears formed in your eyes. You tried to hold them back as much as you could, he should not see you get weak.
"I am sorry. I really am, I just-", he did not finish his sentence but instead kneeled down in front of you.
"Everytime I tried to help you or touch you, you were pissed at me. I just fucking tried and tried to help you." He tried to stammer out an answer again but didn't get far. You sighed deeply before making your last attempt to speak to one him. ", You know what! Only one thing I want to know. Why are you not letting me help you?"
"I actually don't know. I thought it would make it easier to deal with. Now I realise it is not.",he took your hand into his. "Y/N? I want you to help me! I want you to help me deal with this stress and the other things I just can't tell you right now. I will, I promise.", there was this undertone in his voice. You knew it. It was defeat and desperation as well as truth.

"I will... under one circumstance", his eyes shot up at you.
"You will have to cuddle with me again"
Here sighed in relief. "I will cuddle with you as long and as much as you would like. I will cuddle with you wherever and however you want. I'll even be the little spoon."