Pairing: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 426

Prompt: "Why are you doing an impression of a dinosaur in the kitchen?"

There they were. Ten beautiful gummy bears, lined up in a perfect row. Tyler looked at them, eyeing each carefully. He glanced quickly around the room, just to double check that Y/N wasn't home. He pulled his arms back against his sides and let out an ungodly screech before bending over and grabbing the first of the gummy bears between his teeth. As he chewed up his delicious snack, he stomped around the kitchen.

You walked in the front door, closing it carefully behind you. You had just gotten back from picking up some clothes that you and Tyler had needed to have dry cleaned for an event you were going to that weekend. Your attention was quickly drawn to the stomping and odd squawking noises coming from the kitchen.

You walked in just in time to see your boyfriend bend over and grab a gummy bear with his teeth. He didn't seem to be aware that you were watching him as he stomped around the kitchen. Eventually, he turned and saw you standing there, mouth hanging open. His arms immediately dropped and he straightened his posture; his face was already bright red.

"Uh, hey, babe," he said, reaching up to scratch the back of his head.

"Why are you doing an impression of a dinosaur in the kitchen?"

He glanced between the few gummy bears still lined up on the counter and you a few times.

"I, um, sometimes I get bored when you're not home and I-uh-well-I have to get creative."

"So you do...that?"

"It's more entertaining than eating gummy bears on the couch," he shrugged.

"How often do you do this?" you asked.

"More often than I'd like to admit."

You shook your head and walked towards the couch, "You have some weird habits, Ty."

"I'm not the only one."

You stopped and turned to face him, a quizzical look on your face, "Oh yeah?"

Tyler nodded proudly.

"What weird habits do I have?" you asked.

"I know you run a Tumblr account dedicated to the band," he said, crossing his arms.

Your eyes went wide, "How did you find out about that?"

"You might want to close your laptop more often," he smiled smugly.

"Ty!"

"I only looked a little because I respect your privacy," he explained. "But there were so many good pictures of me, how could I not look?"

"You didn't tell Josh, did you?"

He shook his head, "My lips are sealed."

"So are we even?"

"We're even," he smirked. "Love you, babe."

"Sure you do, Ty."