Pairing: Previous Tyler Joseph x Reader, Unnamed OMC x Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of breakup, mentions of anxiety & self-deprecation

Word Count: 1720

Author's Note: Make sure to read part one before reading this part! Other than that, I don't really have much to say besides I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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You hung your jacket up in the closet and collapsed down onto the couch. Pudge immediately hopped over and made himself comfortable on your stomach, which you didn't mind. There were worse things in the world than having a cat sit on your stomach after a long day at work.

"Honey? Is that you?" your boyfriend called from the bedroom.

"Yeah, it's me."

Footsteps echoed in the hallway as your boyfriend walked out to greet you. He placed a quick kiss on your forehead before taking a seat by your knees.

"How was work?"

"Fine."

"Anything exciting happen?"

"No."

He lightly rubbed your thigh and then stood back up. You hated to admit it, but your feelings towards him had changed ever since the voicemail from Tyler a few weeks ago. Something about hearing him say he loved you had flipped a switch in you, although you weren't entirely sure what it had done.

You scratched at Pudge's ears while you stared up at the ceiling. Maybe giving him a call wouldn't be such a bad idea. After all, you had ended things abruptly with no explanation. It's not like you had wanted to, but how were you supposed to explain that you never felt good enough? It just seemed so silly when you said it out loud.

The thoughts started to get overwhelming, so you stood up and grabbed a soda from the refrigerator. Your boyfriend would probably want to spend some time with you, so you decided to join him in your bedroom. He would probably be working on some spreadsheet for work, anyway.

"Hey," you said as you stepped through the door.

"Coming to hang with me?"

He spun around in his chair so that he was facing you and smiled. You felt bad that you had been doubting your relationship so much lately. Must be a bad habit of yours.

"I am."

"Perfect. Now I've got my beautiful girlfriend, some great tunes, and our adorable cat to help me through making this spreadsheet."

You nodded and took a seat on the edge of the bed. The radio was playing softly in the background--your boyfriend always insisted on listening to actual radio stations rather than your Spotify--and you found yourself bobbing your head along. Something about it seemed oddly familiar.

I was looking out our window

Watching all the cars go

Wondering if I'll see Chicago

Or a sunset on the West Coast

"Did you catch who this is by?" you asked.

"I don't think they said, but it's called December, I think."

December. That seemed like an odd name for a song.

I hope you get your ballroom floor

Your perfect house with rose red doors

A chill ran down your spine at the mention of rose red doors. The reference and voice were all too familiar for this to be mere coincidence. You had always told Tyler about how you dreamed of having a bright red door on your house when you were older. There was no denying it.

The song was about you.

"I have to go," you said, immediately standing up.

"What? Where are you going?"

You hastily pulled on the shoes that you had just kicked to the side of the door. Your boyfriend was looking at you like you were crazy.

"There's someone I have to see."

"Who? Y/N, are you feeling alright?"

It was all so clear to you now.

"Listen, this isn't working," you explained.

"What?" he asked, now standing up from his chair. "What is going on with you?"

"I'm sorry. I have to go."

Your boyfriend called after you, hurling insults left and right. None of it mattered to you, your mind was too focused on other things. There was a long drive ahead of you.

The chorus playing in your bedroom was just audible as you stepped out the front door.

I'm the last thing you'd remember

It's been a long, lonely December

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"My mistakes were not intentions, this is a list of my confessions I couldn't say," Tyler sang quietly to himself as he made his bed.

He hesitated for a moment. It had sounded like someone was knocking on the door, but he wasn't expecting any visitors. It was quiet for a moment before the stranger knocked again.

Tyler ran his hands through his hair as he made his way to the front door, hoping that it would make it look halfway decent. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled open the front door. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of you standing there.

"Hi," you said quietly.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah," you exhaled.

He reached up to rub the back of his neck, "What, um, what are you, uh, doing here?"

His ears were burning at the mere thought of all the embarrassing voicemails he had sent you, especially while drunk. You didn't really notice.

"I came to talk to you."

"Me?"

You giggled, "Unless you have a roommate that I don't know about."

"No," he smiled. "No roommate. Um, do you want to, like, come in?"

"Sure."

You took a moment to look around the apartment that you had once considered your second home. Tyler hadn't really changed much since the last time you had been in it, aside from it being a bit messier. The kitchen counter was covered in pages that contained fragments of lyrics and chord progressions.

"Do you mind if I take my jacket off?" you asked.

"Go for it."

You pulled your winter coat off and slung it over the back of one of the stools. Tyler was standing just inside the doorway, staring at the ground.

"Did you want to sit down?" you asked.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, good idea."

You found yourself wandering over to the window seat. Something about watching the cars had always calmed you down, especially when you were doubting your place in your relationship with Tyler. You sat down and watched them for a moment before turning to face Tyler, who was now sitting on the couch.

"So, um, what brings you here?" he asked.

You began to fiddle with the bracelet on your wrist, "I heard the song you wrote. Um, December, right?"

You tried to act like you hadn't listened to it on repeat all the way from your ex's apartment to Tyler's.

"Yeah, listen, I'm sorry if you thought that was weird... I just wanted to get a message to you somehow and since you wouldn't pick up my calls, I did that."

"I'm really sorry about the calls. I didn't want to ignore you, it was just - I don't know. Hard, I guess."

"Yeah, I hear you there," Tyler laughed.

"The song is really good, though. I had no idea you, um, felt that way."

"You mean the drunken voicemail where I admitted I was in love with you didn't get the point across?"

You smiled at Tyler's joke. It was weird how comfortable you still felt around him, even after everything. It was like coming home after a long time away.

"Drunk people say crazy things."

"Yeah, but what's the saying? Drunk minds speak sober hearts?"

"Sober hearts," you finished the quote with him. "I think I was too shocked to actually believe it."

"Shocked?"

"Yeah, shocked that you could still love me after what I did."

"Y/N," he smiled. "I don't know that I could ever stop loving you."

You were too nervous to meet his eyes, although you knew that he was looking directly at you. There were so many--too many--things that you wanted to say to him.

"I'll never understand that."

"What, that I'm in love with you?"

"Yeah."

"Why not?"

You took a deep breath, "Because I'll never be good enough to even come close to you. I'm not special. I don't have any talents. I'm not drop dead gorgeous. Hell, I'm not even that funny. And you? You're all of that and then some."

"Is that why you left?"

You tried to blink away the tears that were already starting to form, but to no avail.

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"How could I?"

You watched Tyler's legs as they stood up from the couch and closed the space between you. He stopped a few inches away from you and slowly lifted a hand to under your chin, tilting your head so that you would finally look at him.

"Think about it," you sniffled. "You wrote me a song to get me back and I didn't even try. I just ignored your calls and then listened to the voicemails, thinking about what could have been."

"But you came all the way here to see me."

You shrugged, "Driving doesn't take much talent."

"You know that I love everything about you, right? Even if you don't have traditional talents, you can do so many other things. I've never seen anyone else fit ten grapes into their mouth."

"I was drunk," you giggled.

"Still a talent," he grinned. "And you are drop dead gorgeous. I could look at your eyes all day. And you have the prettiest smile of anyone I've ever met."

"I do?"

"Yes. Not to mention that you crack me up on a daily basis. I've missed your jokes while you've been away."

"A whole month without laughing, that must have been hard," you said.

This gained a laugh from Tyler, "That's exactly my point. You were never any less than me, no matter what you thought, and I would have told you the same thing a month ago."

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you why I ended things," you said. "That's one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made."

"I think allowing myself use of my phone while drunk is one of mine," he laughed.

"Hey, if you hadn't drunk called me, I probably wouldn't be here."

"That's true."

You reached out and grabbed his free hand, "Do you think you could maybe forgive me?"

"In a heartbeat."

"I love you, Tyler."

"I love you too, Y/N."

He used the hand under your chin to pull you into a kiss. His lips were soft, if not a bit cold, but they were familiar. You pulled him a little closer to you.

"I missed your face," he whispered.

You shook your head and laughed, "So I heard."