Hooker

Warnings: hooker

Words 1684

Edited: NedsActualBayou

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All was quiet in Tyler Joseph's house, until the knock on the door, which he had been waiting for.

Upon opening it, he was greeted with the question from a woman, "you called for a hooker?" The question was followed up by a sweet small smile.

A wide grin took over his face, accompanied by his bright, brown eyes, and fluffy, messy hair. "Yes, I did!" He replied, ushering the stranger inside. He shut the door behind her.

"Okay, so you can take your time to get ready, I'll be in the bedroom." The woman, Y/N, said to Tyler as she turned to face him. Tyler, on the other hand, was busy digging through a closet looking for something.

"Wait, no," he said furrowing his brows. "Stay out here. We can play Uno." Tyler happily held up a deck of Uno cards held together by a thin rubber band.

Y/N blinked, feeling as if she's missed something, "I'm sorry... what?"

"You actually thought I brought you here for that?" Tyler asked, pointing to the direction of his bedroom. A noticeable hint of disgust was evident in his voice.

"Well, yeah" Y/N said with a small, disbelieving laugh. "That's usually what happens when someone calls for a hooker." She added. Tyler scoffed.

"Too bad. I'm Tyler. Now sit." He said. He sat on the floor himself, his legs criss-crossed.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "And I'm Y/N. Look, Tyler, this isn't really what I'm supposed to be doing here."

"Yes, I'm aware." Tyler said dryly. "Yet this is exactly what I payed for. Now sit." He repeated, patting the space on the floor across from him.

Finally, Y/N budged and sat down. Tyler picked up the cards and dealt.

"So, Ms. Y/N." He said as they began to play Uno. "What exactly made you say to yourself 'Hey, I want to be a hooker when I grow up!'?" He put down one of his Uno cards.

Y/N looked blankly at Tyler, shocked that he had the nerve to ask such an intrusive question. But, deciding that telling him wouldn't really have an effect, she answered his question. "Well, I don't exactly have a choice. Money is money. I have to pay rent, and if this is how it has to happen... so be it." She said, placing down a 'skip' card, followed by a 'draw two'.

Tyler groaned, frustrated with the game, and pulled two cards. "Okay, but do you have another job?" Y/N shook her head.

"Nope. I applied for a music story, but of course there was someone better they'd rather hire than me." She rolled her eyes, unwilling to show how much the thought of it hurt.

"The place right down the street, right?" Tyler asked, and she nodded. He hummed softly in contemplation.

"You don't deserve this." He stated plainly after a few minutes of silently playing the card game.

Although she could appreciate the fact that Tyler's heart was in the right place, Y/N felt her blood boil. How could this guy act as though it was all so simple? "Oh really?" She snapped. "Tell me what I don't deserve, Tyler."

"You don't deserve to have to sell yourself to strangers who have no intention of taking care of you." He responded without hesitation, ignoring

Y/N's attitude and placing down a wild card. "Blue." He added, gesturing to the card.

Y/N narrowed her eyes as Tyler opened his mouth to speak again, but she let him continue anyway.

"Now, let me tell you what you do deserve. You deserve someone to love you, not just for your body and 'lustful pleasures', but for your personality: the real Y/N. You deserve someone to work for you so you don't have to do all of this for rent, somebody who will love you for you." While saying this, Tyler never let his eyes move from the cards he was studying so carefully.

Y/N stared at Tyler. A lump in her throat formed; he had just voiced everything that had been going through her mind for months. She hated her job, but no one else would have her.

"It's your turn," Tyler said softly, finally looking up to meet her glistening eyes. Y/N cleared her throat, putting on her everyday mask of not caring for a thing in the world, and placing down whatever blue cards she had left.

If only she could get out of this job. She hated it, and what Tyler said only made her hate it even more.

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Y/N set up three microphones, clipped on to the neck of her shirt, and read of her notes for a final time.

"Check, check." She said into the miniature microphone. Jack, the cameraman, shot her a thumbs up. "Alright." Y/N continued, "I want this to be hands-free, so make sure these get clipped to their shirts." She held up two small microphones, identical to the one now on her shirt.

A few more minutes passed, and finally Jack re-entered. "They're ready, Y/N. 3... 2... 1... action!"

"Hey, it's Y/N here at The Amway center with Twenty Øne Piløts!" She said happily, turning to face the camera. That was the cue for the two men to walk in. "Say hello to Tyler Jøseph, and Jøsh Dun!"

Y/N now looked up to see the two people she would interview, and her breath hitched. Tyler had a smug smile on his face, along with a knowing look.

"Hey," Jøsh said cheerily; it seemed he hadn't caught on to the tension between Tyler and Y/N. Y/N only stared at Tyler, her face a bit pale.

How on earth could she not have known that Tyler Jøseph was Tyler from three years ago? The one who had a hooker come to his house to play Uno, who does that? Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe he actually didn't recognize her. After all, they had both changed significantly in those years.

When Y/N still hadn't responded, Tyler spoke up. "Are you going to ask us some questions, because if not, I have some questions of my own." He teased.

Crap.

He knew. He definitely knew.

"Um," she cleared her throat.

"Yes, sorry. Uh, why don't we talk about your new album-"

But of course Tyler had to interrupt her. "How are you, Y/N?" He asked. He spoke in a somewhat sassy, playful tone.

"I- Um, I'm fine, Tyler, thank you." Y/N stuttered back. "So, have you guys always had the concept of Trench figured out, or did it come naturally during the time it took creating it?" She prayed that he wouldn't deflect her question again.

"Hey, are you still in that hooker business?" Tyler asked rather loudly. Jøsh, who had been sitting quietly next to Tyler, looked anxiously between Tyler and Y/N.

"Tyler!" She hissed between gritted teeth, covering up her microphone. "Now is not the time!"

Tyler only shrugged and leaned back in his chair. Jøsh gave him a concerned look, but said nothing.

"Alright," Y/N began again, trying not to show how uncomfortable she was. "What do each of you think your absolute favorite song off Trench is?"

"Oh, well, Levitate is pretty hard to play on the drums," Jøsh chimed in. "I think that might be it." He looked again at Tyler, waiting for him to answer.

However, Tyler only sat in silence, fiddling with the strings on his hoodie while he looked at his lap. Y/N sighed in frustration, which brought a slight smirk to his face.

"Okay you two, everybody always talks about Ned and-"

Another interruption.

"M-My taste in music is your face." Tyler stuttered quietly. He sounded like a little kid, but he was grinning ear to ear.

A light blush covered Y/N cheeks when she giggled at his word choice. The rest of the interview went on as smoothly as possible.

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"So, when did you, uh, stop being a hooker?"

Tyler really didn't know how to keep his nose in his own damn business, did he?

It was after the interview, and Jøsh has left the room to take a phone call, leaving Y/N and Tyler alone. Y/N rolled her eyes, as she had the night she met Tyler. "I don't know, Tyler." She said, her temper growing short. "Why do you care? You just screwed up the whole first half of that interview."

Tyler frowned, finally showing how guilty he felt. "I really am sorry, Y/N. I do care though. I cared when I invited you over, right?" He nudged her arm.

Y/N was still in disbelief that Tyler remembered her after all those years.

"Yeah..." Y/N shrugged. Tyler raised his eyebrows, wanting her to go forward with the story. "Well, the night I, uh, came over, I actually really had a nice time with you. I hated my job, anyway. A few days later I got a call from that music store, saying something about how their first choice had quit, but put in a good word for me. I got the job," she added with another shrug.

Tyler could barely suppress a grin. "Well yeah, I was the one who told them about you. You obviously needed it. Besides, Jøsh and I were playing a lot more shows by then, and I didn't really need the job anymore." He laughed slightly while Y/N's eyes widened in surprise.

"That was you?!" She exclaimed. "What the hell, Tyler! You're too nice for your own good."

"Chill out, I didn't need the job." He repeated, modestly.

Y/N laughed and smiled widely as Tyler told her that he and Jøsh had to leave. Before he left, he made sure to give her a way to contact him if she needed anything.

Maybe this time they could keep in touch.

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I really enjoyed writing this, but most credit goes to NedsActualBayou because she edited to perfection 💛

And imagine the clique watching that interview. She was so scared of having her reputation destroyed, but imagine Tyler's reputation! How did he know she was a hooker? And the clique would have so much fun (and possibly tears because they thought he was innocent) figuring out how he knew she was a hooker. 😂

they be like:

Clikkie 1: broooo the new interview, Tyler knew the interviewer used to be a hooker! Do you think he called for a hooker?

Clikkie 2: yeah, he's fucked.