I dont want things. I want you.

Warnings: angst

Words 1336

Description: Y/N and Tyler's marriage isn't going well. Tyler is always working and Y/N misses her husband dearly. She decides to tell him her feelings after he misses something important to her.

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Tyler's P.O.V.

The radio plays some some old tunes as I drive from the studio to a very important interview.

I was stuck in my music, and enjoying my creation when Jøsh called me telling me I was late. Of course I forgot about the interview! I always do.

I turn my headlights on to prevent a crash, because it's at least 7:30 PM. The interviewers wanted to make it earlier but we said we weren't free until later so they agreed on 7:30.

My phone light illuminates the car as my wife's personal ringtone plays.

I sigh, already stressed enough, and pick up the vibrating device.

"Hello?" I say.

"When are you going to get here?" She asks, and I roll my eyes. I need to work, and this is her third call today.

The first one about something that happened on her favorite TV show, her second one about some plans she made with her friend about a double date tonight-

Wait a double date. I'm supposed to be at the restaurant by now.

"Oh Y/N, I'm sorry! I forgot to tell you I booked an interview for tonight. Can you maybe call them and tell them another time?" I ask, trying to pay attention to the road, and my wife.

"Tyler, we're already at the restaurant! We've been waiting for 30 minutes." Her disappointing tone stabs me in the heart.

"I am so sorry, I'll make it up to you I promise." I say, as I pull into the building's parking lot. I hear her sigh.

"I need you here, Ty." She mumbles.

"I know, sweetheart. But I have to go. I love you so much." I say, trying to ignore the pain in her tone that I caused. I wait a minute, expecting her to say 'I love you' back but she hangs up.

It's probably fine, I have to do this interview with a clear mind.

I get out of the car and walk inside, immediately seeing Jøsh run up to me.

"You're lucky we still have this interview." He says, patting my back.

"I know I'm sorry. Thanks for stalling. I know how hard that is for you." I give him a apologetic smile, and we begin the interview.

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Your P.O.V.

"Where's Tyler?" My friend Jessie asks, and I sigh and sit back down.

"He's uh, he needed to work." I say blankly, not willing to give any more information.

Jessie frowns, and her boyfriend grabs her hand.

Now I'm a third wheel.

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The night went terrible, Jessie and her boyfriend who I think was named Patrick, (but I don't really know because he didn't talk to me AT ALL) wouldn't stop whispering into Jessie's ear.

And I'm sure it was dirty things because her eyes got wide and would whack his arm before laughing. It made me think how terrible my relationship with my husband is. He never does that anymore.

I mean he used to, but now he's all attached to his job. He never whispers to me anymore. Hell, we're never close enough for him to whisper to me.

And when he says 'I love you' it's most likely through a phone.

And when I called him I didn't even say it back, and right now I'm not sure I could without it being a lie.

I take the keys out of the ignition, and climb out of the car. Tyler's car is here and the lights are on so I guess he's home.

Usually I'd be ecstatic, but not today. I am truly mad at him, and I'm not letting one of his apologetic, and romantic candle nights make it better.

I walk up to the front door, and open it. I set my keys in the bowl by the front door, and hang my jacket.

I hear some sizzling from the kitchen. Tyler is probably making a steak for me. He knows I like how he makes steak, but I literally just ate and he should have been there with me.

I walk into the kitchen, and stand there as he messes with the almost done steak on the pan.

He turns to face me, and takes his earbuds out.

"I'm so sorry for missing our date. I made you a steak?" He says in an almost questionable tone.

"I already ate with Jessie and her boyfriend." I say, my tone laced in anger. He nods as he looks down, acting as if he regrets what he did. But I know better. "You know what I realized?"

Tyler tilts his head up, looking at me with apologetic eyes.

"I realized that Jessie and her boyfriend have a better relationship than we do, and they aren't even married like us." My throat develops a lump, and Tyler furrows his brows.

"But we're okay, right?" He asks, his body tensing.

"No! We aren't okay! We haven't been okay for months!" I yell, and I fling my arms to exaggerate my point.

"I have a job I have to do!" He retorts, doing the same with his arms.

"Yeah and you also have a wife who needs you! On that phone call I told you I needed you there and you just brushed it off!" My voice gets shaky thinking about the events.

"I knew you would be fine! I couldn't just leave the interview!" His voice was more calmer than mine, but I could tell that if he wanted to he would yell.

"You knew I'd be fine!? That was humiliating! I had to tell them that we were working. I always have to tell them that!" My voice gets quieter as I begin to cry, and Tyler's posture softens when he notices my tears.

"I do this all for us." He says calmly, trying to make things better.

"Well, I don't want this." My voice cracks in between, and I try my hardest to keep it together. "I want you."

He stares at me for a minute, his eyes full of sorrow, and his posture soft. He looks at me as if trying to work out an equation in his head.

"If I didn't work as hard as I do, then we wouldn't have this house. And you wouldn't be able to go workout like you do every morning, and you wouldn't be able to do things that you want to do. I sacrifice everything for you."

"You don't understand. I could be homeless, and starving and if someone came up to me and gave me a choice to either have a piece of bread or Tyler Joseph, I would choose you." I say, my voice not as shaky as before. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

He looks down for a minute in thought, and I stay silent letting him get that through his brain.

"I'm sorry I'm never here for you." He says, looking up at me.

A big smile takes over my face when I hear those words. He actually meant them this time. I could see it. He gives me a small smile in return, and I walk up and give him a hug.

"I love you" I say into his shirt, and he rubs my back. Aw I missed this.

"I love you too. I'm going to take the day off tomorrow. Just you and me, okay?" He says, and I squeeze him tighter.

"That's all I want."

We start to hear a loud sizzling sound, and my eyes shoot open.

"The steak! Damn it!" Tyler exclaims, and he runs over to turn the stove off. "Still a little hungry?" He asks.

"I could eat a little bit." I chuckle and get some plates out and help him.

I love Tyler Jøseph.

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So if you're homeless and starving and someone gave you an option to eat bread or have Tyler Jøseph what would you choose? Lmao