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.
“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.