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I’ll Carry You With Me

Tyler Joseph x Reader fic

AN: So, apparently I like to write long ass fics. Anyway, here’s a fluffy one with Tyler as a sort of soulmate AU- thing.

Warnings: None.

Open your eyes, you don’t have much time.

I let out a groggy groan and stretched my limbs, releasing the tightness that had occurred during the night.

I don’t want to do today, I replied to the voice in my mind.

I know….but you have to try.

I moaned in protest, burring my face in my pillows and tangling my limbs within my blankets.

Shall I sing to you? Will that help? he asked, his voice soft and tender.

I didn’t reply, but he must have felt what I felt because he began to sing in my mind. After listening for a moment, I tumbled from my bed and began to dress.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but I started hearing this voice about a year ago. At first I thought I was crazy, and he thought he was too. But we assured each other that we were real people, though we never shared our names, as if that were too personal. He said that he could hear my voice and feel my emotions in his mind too, just like I felt him. Some weird connection that we didn’t fully understand. But it was happening, it was real, so we just kind of accepted it.

We didn’t tell anyone else about it, knowing they would think we were schizophrenic or that we needed to be looked at by a doctor. But it wasn’t like that. It was something else entirely.

His voice lifted my spirits up, the song was soft and mellow. This was one of my favorites to wake up to. He said it was called “Before You Start Your Day,” and that he wrote it a long time ago. It was fitting.

He wrote his own music, and told me that he played in a band. Apparently, he sang this song along with his piano, but I could only hear his voice. I often wondered what the piano accompaniment would sound like, and lamented to him about it. He assured me though, that one day, we would be able to meet, and he would play and sing for me as much as I wanted.

When he finished his song, I was dressed and ready to go.

Thank you. That was beautiful.

You’re more than welcome. You’re going to do amazing today.

Promise?

Promise.

We both fell silent, though the gentle tug of our connection was still there. It was easy to push it to the back of my mind so that I could focus on my day. But I took comfort in knowing that it was there, that he was with me.

“I’m sorry, you just don’t have the qualifications that we’re looking for.”

“I understand, thank you for your time.” I shook the woman’s hand and left the room, fighting to hold back my tears. Another failed interview. How could two years experience be a qualification for an entry level position?

I reached my car and let myself cry in frustration. I had really wanted this one. It would have solved my financial problems, and the work seemed enjoyable too.

I reached out for my connection with him.

What’s wrong? he asked, his voice tight with worry.

I didn’t get it. She made me go through the whole interview only to decline me.

He siged, Oh no, I’m so sorry. She just couldn’t see how amazing you are. You’ll find your place, I know it. You just have to keep trying, don’t give up.

More tears streamed down my cheeks, and my nose began to run. I buried my face in my hands and let out a sob, releasing the tightness in my chest. I just want to see you, I cried.

I know, I know. One day you will. I’m just….scared I guess. I’m afraid that when you find out who I am, your perception of me will change, that this connection we have will change. I don’t want it to become superficial. But believe me, it hurts me just as much as it hurts you. I would do anything to hold you and let you know that it’s going to be okay. I hate feeling your sadness, it breaks my heart.

I felt an ache in my chest that I knew wasn’t my own. I’m sorry. I simply said.

You have nothing to be sorry about.

I just sat there in my car for a little while, letting his feelings of comfort fill me. He cooed and whispered gentle things and sent feelings of positivity across our connection. I stopped crying before long, feeling hollow, but not as sad.

Maybe I should meet with my friend, to take my mind off things?

That sounds like a great idea. Maybe she would have heard about someplace else that you can apply to?

Yeah, maybe. It’s worth a shot. And just seeing her will help too I think.

Good. I have to go to some interviews today, but I’ll be here if you need me.

I nodded and let our connection slip to the back of my mind again. I called Mary, and asked if she was free for lunch. We arranged a place to meet, and I set off.

Mary always had a way of making me feel better. Whether it was her laugh, or just her support in general, the memory of my failed interview slipped away.

“You’ll find something. You’re talented and smart, there’s no way you won’t find your place.”

I smiled at the similarity between her words and his. I was lucky to have them in my life.

“I know, I know. It just, doesn’t feel worth it sometimes, ya know?”

Mary studied me for a minute, her dark eyes narrowing. “You know what helps me when I’m feeling down?” she asked, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “There’s this band that I really love. I’ve been a fan of theirs for a long time now, though they’re just starting to become big really.”

She taps on her phone for a minute pulling up her playlists. “Here, this one is one of my favorites. It’s called ‘Addict With a Pen’.”

A quick piano melody opened the song and I got lost in it before the singer began, “Hello, we haven’t talked in quite some time…” it played.

A spark of recognition ignited in my chest. That voice, it couldn’t be. I closed my eyes and listened, really listened, picking out each rise and dip of his voice. My eyes flew open, it was him. A bubble of laughter escaped through my lips. I could finally hear his piano.

“What’s this guy’s name?” I ask hurriedly, placing my hand on Mary’s wrist to bring her phone closer. Twenty One Pilots was at the top of the screen. “The singer is Tyler, the drummer is Josh. They’re pretty good right? Tyler plays the piano and ukulele, and also the bass sometimes. Multitalented.”

I feel as if I’m underwater, Mary’s voice muffled as I tumble through my thoughts. Tyler, his name is Tyler. He’s real. I always knew he was a real person, but this, this tosses away any doubt.

Tyler.

“Do you have any pictures of them?”

She laughs in her adorable way, “Tons. They’re both pretty attractive, it’s hard not to save their pictures.”

She scrolls through her phone some more, pulling up pictures of Tyler and Josh, pointing out which was which to me. I try my best to hold in a gasp. He was so handsome. Dark hair and eyes, tall and slender, tanned skin covered in black tattoos. She showed me all types of pictures, ones where he’s done up in stage makeup, black paint covering his neck and hands, a menacing look in his eyes. Then, ones where he’s just smiling and laughing with Josh. His smile could light up the sky.

“Tyler has a nice smile,” my voice was even and calm, the opposite of how I was feeling. My heart was racing and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.

Hey, are you alright? I almost choked on my drink at his sudden intrusion. Of course he would check on me, he could feel what I felt. He probably thought I was upset again after feeling my heart racing.

I’m great, don’t worry. Just having a good time with Mary. I could feel him laugh in response, and I tried to push our connection back a little. He couldn’t find out that I knew.

“Yeah he does, It’s funny though because he hates his smile.” Mary excitedly told me more about them, her eyes alight and her actions animated.

“Are there any videos? like music videos, or interviews?” I asked her, wanting to know more about Tyler. I wanted to see his mannerisms, see his expressions as the voice that I knew so well came out of that gorgeous face.

She showed me a variety of videos. We became engrossed in them, losing track of time. Before long, Tyler’s face became as familiar to me as his voice. It paired perfectly, and I decided that there was no way that it could have ever been anyone else. If only I had looked up the songs that he had sung to me before, I would have known sooner, but it had always felt a little forbidden.

“I have a couple of tickets to see their show next month, but my friend bailed. Since you seem to like them, would you want to come with me?”

“Yes,” I blurted even before she could finish her sentence. Her eyes widened and then she smiled, “Haha, okay then.”

“I need to see him.” I declared. There was no way anyone would stop me from meeting him. If we had this connection it had to mean something. Now that I knew, there was no way I could go back.

“I can’t believe you bumped up our tickets to GA.” Mary shook her head in disbelief. I smiled down at her, she was much shorter than me and it reminded me how much I disliked being so tall. I had always been taller than my friends.

“It’s lucky I got that job then. It pays off working in the music industry.” I laughed.

When the doors finally opened letting general admission attendees enter, Mary and I rushed as fast as we were allowed, trying to get as close to barrier as possible. We had been waiting in line all day, so we were only the third row back, not a bad spot. Mary stood on her tiptoes, trying to see the stage.

“At least it’s not that bad of a view. I can still see stuff easily. You’re lucky you’re tall.” she said with a huff. Her face pulled a laugh out of me.

It feels like you’re in a good mood right now. Tyler’s voice ghosted across my mind.

Ooh you have nooo idea.

Tyler laughed, Good! You feeling this way is giving me energy. I can’t wait for the show to start today.

I couldn’t either. I would finally be able to see him in person. You’ re going to do amazing.

Tyler was quiet for a moment. I wish- I wish that you were here. I wish that I could share this with you. I want to know what it would be like to- he paused and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, my body’s response to his embarrassment through our connection- To hold you, or k- ki-…

He stopped himself, and I felt my breath hitch at his words, knowing the ending of that sentence. I could end it all right now, let him know that I knew, but I wanted to do it in person.

I want that too.

I could feel him smile, and butterflies turned in my stomach along with him. He was so perfect.

The show started, and I felt as if I could burst. He was right there, right in front of me, dressed in his red suit and black ski mask. He ran about the stage, his showmanship impeccable. The crowd cheered and egged him and Josh on. I got lost in it, taken by the euphoria.

By the time the set got to “We Don’t Believe What’s On Tv,” I knew that there was no other man that I could ever want. It was Tyler, it had always been Tyler, since the day his voice entered my mind.

“How are we doing so far, everyone alright?” he asked the crowd, we cheered in response. “I’m going to count to three and then I want you to say Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ok?” More cheering, “One, two three-”

“YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!”

He made a face, then made us do it a couple more times before he was satisfied.

You’re amazing. I told him simply. I watched Tyler as he heard my voice while he wandered towards Josh’s drum riser. He smiled at the ground, a nice wide smile, and tugged at his flower kimono.

How would you know? he asked while walking back towards the microphone, beginning to play his ukulele. It was strange hearing his voice while his mouth didn’t move.

I just do. I assured him, and I swear, for the rest of the show, his energy was higher than it had ever been.

“Y/N, come back here! You can’t go back there, they’ll catch us!” Mary scolded me.

“Do you want to meet Josh or not?” I hissed, slinking through the venue hallways. The show had ended, and I dragged Mary along with me, knowing I had to see Tyler. I didn’t care about being caught. Once Tyler saw me, it wouldn’t matter. She groaned in protest but followed along anyway.

We turned a corner, and that’s when I saw him. He was walking by himself calmly down the hallway, his back turned to us. He rubbed at his face with a towel. I could hear Mary’s breath catch beside me, but I shushed her. If we just went up to him, I didn’t think it would end well. How should I get his attention then?

Tyler… I reached through our connection. He stopped short, staring at the ground. I watched his back as his shoulder rose and fell with his breathing.

How did you-?

I know Tyler, I found out just by coincidence.

Tyler laughed in front of us, throwing his head back and sighing in defeat, his shoulders falling. Mary gave me a strange look. To her, Tyler suddenly laughing to himself must have looked odd.

I stepped out from behind our corner, Turn around. I urged him.

Tyler froze. Then, slowly, he turned on his heel, his eyes wide with confusion. His eyes met mine, and I felt our connection snap taught. Each of us threw a hand to our chests as we felt it.

“My name is, Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you.” My voice shook with nerves, but I had a smile plastered across my face. This was it.

I could see the recognition flash across his features at hearing my voice. He took a tentative step forward, then another. Soon, each of us were barreling towards each other down the expanse of tiled floor. I crashed into him and his arms wrapped around me in a snug hold.

He was tall and warm, and he smelled like pine trees and sweat. I melted into him, vaguely aware of Mary’s confusion behind me. Then I heard Josh’s voice, and I knew that she would be alright.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” Tyler’s familiar voice huffed in my ear. I couldn’t find any words, so I kissed his shoulder that my face was pressed against. Tyler pulled back to study my face, his eyes roaming over every feature, devouring it.

Then he started kissing me, first my forehead and my cheeks, then my nose. He showered his affection all over my face, giving me sweet pecks here and there. My heart swelled and I felt as if I was glowing.

I think I’m in love with you… I whispered with my mind, wondering if that part of our connection was still there.

Tyler’s warm eyes burned into mine. How were his eyelashes so long? That hardly seemed fair.

His voice danced across my mind, and I could feel his joy. I know I’m in love with you.

I giggled, and he chuckled with me. Mary and Josh were chatting behind us, ignoring the two of us and our strange behavior, a budding friendship forming. I secretly hoped that it would evolve into more, if that was what she wanted.

“Y/N,” Tyler said my name, it glided off of his tongue, such a sweet sound.

“I could get used to hearing that out loud,” I said, pulling him close for a hug again.

“We’ll have to make sure we see each other all the time then.” He whispered against my neck. His warm breath sent a shiver down my spine. I wondered if it was possible to smile any wider.

I could feel his heart thumping against my chest, and my nerves rose, but I could feel what he wanted, so I gave in. I brushed my lips against the corner of his mouth, it was feather light and teasing. Tyler smiled, then turned his face to press his lips against mine. His lips were so warm and soft, I sucked at his bottom lip playfully, pulling a chuckle from deep within his chest. Our kiss was like a warm summer breeze, and I could feel myself become drunk off it. I could kiss him forever.

So do it. I’m never letting you go now, he dared while deepening the kiss.

You’re on, I told him with a laugh, tugging gently at his brown locks, I’ll carry you with me forever now.

He pulled back and laughed, “I guess there’s no escape.”

“Never.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He sealed it with another kiss.

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