Warnings: None

Word Count: 1491

Request: Hi Kae! Could you write sth where Tyler accidentally finds out that his s.o. can draw, but hardly ever does so cause of insecurities? Thanks 💛 -Anonymous

Author's Note: I haven't really written many fics set during the hiatus, so this was super fun to do! Hopefully all of you enjoy it as well :)

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"Ok, what do you think of something like this?"

Tyler slid his laptop over so that it was now sitting in front of you. On the screen was a listing for a plain, brown jacket, complete with some large pockets and a nice zipper right down the center. You and Tyler had spent all morning looking through various clothing websites, seeking out inspiration and potential outfits for the next set of music videos. Since it was the first introduction the fans would get to the new era, as well as the end of the hiatus, Tyler was really putting the pressure on himself.

"Would you wear it just like that?" you asked.

"Well, no. It would probably have some yellow on it and we could dirty it up a bit to make it look worn," Tyler said, absentmindedly pointing at the jacket. "I don't think this is it."

He slowly closed the laptop and buried his face in his hands, letting out a long sigh as he did so. You reached over and lightly rubbed at his back, making sure to give a little extra attention to his shoulders. Between finishing up the album and preparing to end the hiatus in a few short months, Tyler had been extra stressed lately. You were doing your best to support him in any way that you could.

"It's like I have this whole vision in my head and then I can't pinpoint, what, a jacket? It's ridiculous," he continued.

"Sometimes having a vision can make it harder because you're looking for something that might not even exist."

"I know. It just feels like I haven't found anything that's even close to what I'm imagining."

"Ok, I think I have an idea," you said. "Just wait here for a second."

You left Tyler sitting at the dining table with a confused expression on his face as you ran off to the office. When you returned with a piece of paper and a pencil in hand, he had already gone back to scrolling through the endless pages of utility jackets that the website had to offer.

"What's this idea of yours?" he asked as you sat back down next to him.

"I want you to close your eyes."

"Eyes are closed," he nodded.

"Ok, now picture the outfit in your head. I want you to think of all the little details and everything."

Tyler thought for a moment. "Ok."

"Now describe it to me in as specifically as you can."

While Tyler described the outfit, you sketched it all onto the sheet of paper you had grabbed from the office. It had been awhile since the last time you did some sketching, a combination of never having the free time to do it and letting your insecurities get in the way when you did, but all of your old techniques came right back to you as soon as the pencil hit the paper. Keeping up with Tyler's descriptions was a breeze, and you even managed to sketch in his face just for fun.

"Then you add the yellow tape over the shoulders and I think that's it."

"Hold on just a second," you said, drawing out the end of the word as you quickly sketched in some tape. "Ok, do you want to take a look?"

"Yeah."

Tyler slowly blinked his eyes open and leaned over so that he could see the piece of paper sitting in front of you. His eyes immediately went wide and he pulled it closer to him, letting his eyes roam over your haphazard sketch.

"Y/N," he said plainly. "You drew this?"

"Yes."

"Just now?"

"Yes."

"Wow, this is amazing."

You felt your cheeks getting hot from Tyler's obvious impression with your artistic ability. It was never something you had really made a fuss about drawing attention to, mostly because you had never entirely convinced yourself that you were living up to the hype other people gave you.

"It's just a sketch," you shrugged. "Nothing special."

Tyler had fully picked up the paper now. "Nothing special? Y/N, we've been dating for four years and I had no idea you could draw like this. If I hadn't listened to you sketch this as I was speaking, I wouldn't have believed you did it in ten minutes. Look! That's me!"

"Yeah, that's you," you laughed.

"Also you totally nailed the outfit design. That's almost exactly what I was picturing in my head."

"I thought getting a sketch of the picture in your head would help you, and everyone else, find something that resembled what you wanted for the video. If nothing else, we can put a little more manpower into finding it now that we all have a clear vision."

"This was a great idea," Tyler nodded. His eyes were still glued to the sketch. "Thank you so much."

He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

"I'm happy to help, Ty."

Tyler looked over the sketch for a little while longer before he finally set it back down. "Do you, um, have any sketchbooks or anything? I would love to see more of your art, Y/N."

Now it was your turn to raise your eyebrows in shock. There had only been a small handful of times in your life when people asked to look through your sketchbooks.

"Yeah, I have some in the closet upstairs."

"Alright, let's go-"

"Hey, hey," you said, reaching out and putting a hand on Tyler's arm. "Why don't we get through the rest of the outfit ideas you have in your head and then we can go look through my sketchbooks."

Tyler slowly sat back down in his chair, "Yeah, that's probably not a bad idea."

So that's what you did. Tyler described another handful of outfits to you, all of which you sketched down onto a piece of paper. Each time, he was just as impressed with the outcome. You were also enjoying seeing a small piece of Tyler's universe come together.

When you had finally gotten through all of Tyler's ideas, you led him upstairs to the closet where you had tucked your sketchbooks away and laid them all out. You sat cross-legged on the floor with Tyler and watched as he slowly flipped through their pages, making comments on nearly every sketch or full-size drawing that you had done. No matter how many times you tried to brush off his compliments, Tyler insisted that they were sincere.

"I swear I've never seen you draw once during the entirety of our relationship," Tyler said as he flipped through one of your high school sketchbooks. "Until today, that is."

"I stopped drawing as much once I got out of high school. Sometimes I would draw if I got bored while you were out at meetings, but even those moments were few and far between."

Tyler looked up at you, "Why did you stop?"

"I wasn't happy with what I was creating and it slowly started to become more of an obligation than a hobby. I never really had a reason to keep doing it, either."

"Why did you hate what you were creating? These are beautiful."

"You know how it is," you sighed. "Sometimes you just hate everything you create with no real reason for it. Not to mention that I always had friends who were better than me, so I convinced myself that my art would never live up to the things they were creating."

"You can't compare art, though," Tyler frowned. "Everyone has their own unique style and vision that could never be compared to someone else's. You're the only person that can make art quite like this, Y/N."

"I know, trust me, I've heard it a million times. I would love to get back into art, it's just hard to overcome that wall of insecurity."

Tyler gently closed the sketchbook he was holding and set it back on the top of the pile.

"Well, I would love to help you get back into it however I can. Your art is beautiful and worth sharing and I would hate to see you shut it away because you fail to see the beauty in it."

Your mouth slowly curled up into a smile. "Thanks, Ty. That means a lot."

He held his arms out and you happily accepted his hug, making sure to press a quick kiss to his cheek as you did so. You hadn't expected Tyler to be so supportive of your art, but you would be lying if you said you weren't happy that he did. Drawing had been a huge part of your life, and you were glad that you had the opportunity to bring it back with plenty of people to support you.

"You know, there's some more concepts I have that I would love to see on paper, if you're up for the challenge."

You smiled and kissed him again, "Absolutely."