Tyler Joseph x Reader

Let It Out

 Warnings: Implied smut (scandalous, I know), mentions of anxiety & self-doubt

Word Count: 1507

Summary: Tyler helps you calm down after a sleepless night.

Author's Note: Hopefully this makes up for the pain that The Worst Part caused :)

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You pressed your face deeper into the pillow, trying desperately to block out your thoughts by focusing on the quiet whir of the fan that stood at the foot of the bed. Tyler was snoring lightly next to you, unaware that you had been unable to sleep for the last few hours. The only indicator of the time was the moon outside, slowly sinking lower in the sky. You had pushed your alarm clock onto the ground in a fit of frustration some time ago.

Another memory of something embarrassing you had said at the dinner earlier tonight ran through your mind, making your stomach twist in discomfort again. You squeezed your eyes shut and forced your face deep enough in the pillow that you could no longer breathe through your nose. The fabric of the pillowcase wrinkled between your fingers as you tried to push the thought out, but it remained bouncing around your head.

With a sigh, you gently pushed the covers off of your body - it was too hot for them, anyway - and slowly made your way across the bedroom, making sure to avoid the spot in the floor that you knew would creak loudly if you stepped on it wrong. Tyler didn't even stir as you slowly closed the door and turned the light on, keeping it dim enough that it wouldn't ruin what little bit of tiredness you did feel.

Your feet made quiet padding sounds as you walked over to the sink and began to run the water. It splashed quietly against the porcelain, mesmerizing you for a moment before you remembered why you had even come into the bathroom in the first place. Keeping your hair pushed back with one hand, you used the other to splash cool water over your face. Some of the water ran down your wrist and fell onto your shirt, creating dark spots on your loose tank top.

All you wanted was to get that stupid dinner out of your mind. You should have listened to your gut when it told you not to go in the first place - being around famous people had never been one of your favorite pastimes - but you had wanted to support Tyler. Now you were here, unable to sleep because your mind wouldn't stop its endless loop of every mildly embarrassing thing that had slipped past your lips.

You shut the water off and rested your hands against the edge of the sink. Your breathing had started to get shaky again, so you shut your eyes and carefully counted your breath. Josh had taught you some breathing techniques one time after a particularly stressful show. They had come in handy a number of times since then, although it didn't feel like they were doing much tonight.

You shut the bathroom light off and slipped back into the bedroom, once again being careful to avoid the creaky spot in the floor. One glance at Tyler sleeping was almost enough to ruin your careful attempt to avoid waking him. He was half-wrapped up in blankets, his mouth hanging open against his dark pillow. The fan was rustling his hair slightly and his basketball shorts had ridden halfway up his thighs, revealing the typically hidden Josh tattoo that resided there.

"Y/N?" Tyler croaked before you had even made it back to the bed. "What are you doing?"

You started a bit, not having realized that Tyler had woken up from his deep sleep.

"Can't sleep," you murmured as you slid beneath the covers. "Brain won't shut off."

Tyler reached out and gently curled his fingers around your forearm. His eyes were still half-shut, his sleepy demeanor not totally worn off yet.