Tyler Joseph x Reader

Late Night

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1036

Author's Note: This is an elaboration of the night that is mentioned in Refrigerator Lights a few chapters back! 

You rolled onto your stomach for what seemed like the millionth time. After a few seconds of having your eyes closed, they immediately flicked open again. With a sigh, you turned and looked at the alarm clock in your room. It was now two in the morning.

It didn't take you long to determine that sleep was not something that was happening soon for you, so you quietly slid out of bed and walked out into the hallway. The bedroom door creaked a bit as you closed it, but from what you could tell, it hadn't woken Tyler up.

Shadows danced across the floor as you tiptoed through the living room. You didn't dare turn on the lights, you were too afraid of waking yourself up too much so that you really wouldn't be able to sleep. Instead, you decided to face your minor fear of the dark and creep around in the shadows instead.

You hesitated once you got to the kitchen. The kitchen counter was spotless, and you would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about crawling up on it and laying out spread eagle more than once. Every time you brought it up to Tyler, he always raised an eyebrow and looked at you in questioning. After a short debate with yourself, you got up on the counter and spread yourself out, staring at the ceiling. After all, you really had nothing better to do at the moment.

You weren't sure how long you had been laying on the counter when you heard movement upstairs. Figuring it was Tyler getting up to get a drink of water or something, you didn't think much of it and returned to laying on the kitchen counter. It wasn't until he came half-jogging down the stairs that you realized that this may be a bit more serious.

"Y/N?" he called softly as he reached the bottom of the staircase.

"Ty?" you answered, sitting up.

His eyes landed on you and he jumped back a bit, "Geez, Y/N, you scared me."

"Sorry," you said, sliding off the counter and walking closer to him.

"What are you doing on the counter anyway?"

"I can't sleep, so I came down here."

He nodded, "I woke up from a nightmare and you weren't in bed and it scared me, so I came looking for you."

"You had a nightmare?" you asked.

He nodded.

"Why don't we go sit?" you asked, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the couch.

The two of you took a seat next to each other. You grabbed a blanket from nearby and wrapped the two of you up in it. Tyler leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder. You reached up and began to run your hands through his hair to calm him down. It didn't take long for him to stop shaking and his breathing to return to normal.

"Would it be a bad idea to make a quesadilla right now?" you asked.

Tyler turned around so that he could look at you, "I think that sounds like a fantastic idea."

You were smiling widely as you got off the couch and walked back into the kitchen. Tyler followed close behind you, wrapped tightly in the blanket still. He walked over and took a seat on one of the stools while you moved around the kitchen, grabbing all the supplies you would need.

"It's too quiet in here," Tyler said as you began to heat up the stove. "I'm used to hearing cars drive past every few minutes and kids playing in their backyards."

"You should turn on some music, Ty."

"On it."

You started to prepare the food while Tyler walked off to find the speaker. It proved to be a bit difficult in the dim moonlight, but you still refused to turn the lights on. Tyler returned a few moments later, a speaker tucked carefully under his arm. He set it on the counter and began to fiddle with his phone. After a minute or so, music was carrying through the speaker. It was from one of the playlists that you and Tyler had carefully curated.

Tyler walked up behind you as you were cooking the first quesadilla. He put his hands on your hips and began to sway you back and forth to the rhythm of the music while singing in your ear.

"Come on, Y/N. You know you want to sing," he smiled.

You rolled your eyes, but you were quick to turn around and sing dramatically into the spatula you were using. Tyler smiled widely and the two of you continued to dance around the kitchen and singing along to the music, only taking brief breaks when your food needed to be tended to. Eventually, your food was done cooking and you had to put an end to the dance party.

"Want to eat on the deck?" you asked as you finished cleaning out the pan.

"Sure," Tyler shrugged, grabbing his plate of food.

The two of you walked outside and took a seat in the patio chairs. It was quiet outside, save for the distant sound of cars on the freeway. You sat quietly, enjoying each other's company and the cool night breeze.

"I think I'm finally getting tired," you said as you finished your last piece of quesadilla.

"I've been tired," Tyler laughed. "But I didn't want you to stay up alone and a quesadilla was too good of an offer to pass up."

"You could have gone to bed, you dork," you smiled as you carried your plate back inside.

You quickly did the dishes before walking back upstairs and climbing into bed. After your crazy antics, you were now significantly more tired than you had been just an hour ago. Your eyelids were growing heavy and going to bed sounded nice.

"Goodnight, Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too, Ty. Thanks for staying up with me."

"Thanks for calming me down."

"Anytime."

Tyler shifted a bit as he made himself comfortable. You rolled onto your side and smiled to yourself. There was no longer any doubt in your mind, this was the man you wanted to marry.