Mine. (Tyler Joseph x Reader)

Summary: Typical jealousy cliche. You wear a sexy dress to a party and your boyfriend, Tyler, doesn’t like it. Especially when some guy hits on you.

Warnings: N/A

Female Reader 

Words: 442

“Ty? Can you come zip this up for me?” You called down the stairs to your boyfriend. Tonight you were going to your band’s album release party, it was your third album and you were excited. 

A few moments later your could hear Tyler running up the stairs. He entered the room and whispered, “Woah.”

“Like what you see, love?” You asked, turning to face him. He nodded, looking at the dress. Then he made a face. “Something wrong? Is it ugly? Am I ugly?”

He shook his head quickly. “No, the dress isn’t ugly and you certainly aren’t ugly. It’s just the dress is a little too sexy.”

“What does that mean? Too sexy?”

He turned you around and zipped the dress. “You look great, it’s just all those guys there are going to be staring at my girl.” 

You sighed, turned around to face him, then pecked his lips. “Exactly, Ty, your girl. I’m yours. Only yours.” 

“Don’t forget that.”

“Y/N!” Brad, a friend of a friend called you over. 

You glanced at Tyler as if asking for permission to leave his side. “Go on, just remember who’s you are,” he whispered in your ear. You nodded, and then made your way over to Brad and his friends.

“Hey, Brad! How are you?” You asked.

He smiled, “Good, good. This is Cam, a friend of mine.” He pulled a man forward. Cam was handsome sure, but not like Tyler. Yeah, Cam has bigger muscles, but he seemed already seemed like a douche. 

“Well hello, sexy,” Cam said, obviously tipsy.

You took a small step back, “Um, thanks? But I kind of have a boyfriend.”

“Well, I don’t see him around here…why don’t we get out of here?” He smirked. 

That’s when you felt a strong grip on your waist. Tyler. “Who do you think you are? Hitting on my girl? Stay away from her. She’s taken. She’s mine.” Tyler then whisked you away, towards the door. He grabbed the bassist of your band’s arm and said, “We are leaving a little early, Y/N isn’t feeling well.” With that, he pulled you out the door, into the car. 

“Tyler it was nothing-” 

He scoffed, “It was something. It was another man trying to take what’s mine. Who’s are you Y/N?”

“Yours, Tyler, yours.” 

He slammed the door behind you, pushing you up against the wall. “Mine.” He growled in your ear, before attaching his lips to your neck. You were in for a long night.

i want to tell you a story. it’s a story about a 17 year old boy from columbus ohio, with a rubber band on his wrist and bad thoughts in his head who writes about trees and saying hello. it’s a story about a 20 year old boy from ohio who makes this musical group, and starts to need his rubber band less, and puts his words in to music. it’s a story about a 22 year old boy from ohio, whose life isn’t going quite the way he thought it would but he’s made a new friend, a new brother, and this new friend is helping him project the words he once feared to say, louder and further than he ever thought possible. it’s a story about a 24 year old boy from ohio who has stopped wearing his rubber band completely, and who is singing the world his darkest thoughts, at first afraid of rejection, but growing confidence as he hears the world sing back. it’s a story about a 27 year old boy from ohio, with tattoos lining his wrist where a rubber band once was, who stands in one of the biggest venues in america and sings to nearly 30,000 people about trees and saying hello. 

i want to tell you a story. it’s a story about a boy who made it. and i want you to know that you can make it too. you are not a sad story. you are not hopeless. you will sing about your own trees one day.

Today is a good day to remember Dr. Joseph “Joe” Medicine Crow. Dr Crow was as American as heroes come. He was the last Warchief of the Crow Tribe having completed all 4 necessary acts of bravery. During the Second World War he disarmed an enemy without killing him, captured an enemy, led a successful war party and, needing only one more to complete the set he stole nazi officers’ horses. He’s said to have ridden the 50 horses out of the camp wearing his feathers and singing his war song and so surprised the soldiers that nobody knew what to do. 

He went into battle with his eagle feathers and face painted and came home to receive a masters degree and honorary doctorate. He studied the history of The Crow Nation and was the last person to talk to someone who had been at Little Bighorn/greasy grass. He founded health and education centers for his tribe and fought for the preservation of the Grizzly bear’s habit, he called the bears his brothers. As befits a man who distinguished himself in every aspect of his life, Dr. Medicine Crow received the medal of freedom from president Obama. He passed away a year ago today.

We should all count more coup on fascists and learn more Native history and generally try to be more like Dr. Medicine Crow #native #history #nodapl