Warnings: None

Word Count: 1308

Author's Note: After my very anti-Valentine's day Tyler post last year, I decided to do the complete opposite this year and do something that's totally fluffy and sweet. I hope you guys like this one as well 💕

You kicked your shoes off by the door and made a beeline for the couch. As much as you loved going out to nice dinners with Tyler, it never quite beat sitting around at home in your pajamas with him. Of course, with it being Valentine's Day, Tyler had insisted that you two go get dressed up and actually have a nice meal together among your busy schedule.

"I'm ready for a nap after that," you said, grabbing a blanket from the end of the couch and pulling it over your body. "I think I drank one too many glasses of wine."

"You can't sleep yet." Tyler walked over and took a seat next to your legs. "I haven't even given you your gifts yet."

"Gifts? I thought we weren't buying each other anything this year."

"Gifts are still gifts even if they aren't bought from a store."

"Alright, let me change into pajamas and then we can give stuff to each other," you mumbled.

Tyler pressed a gentle kiss to your temple before moving so that you would be able to get off the couch. You headed upstairs and changed into a comfortable pair of shorts and a shirt from the Regional at Best era that Tyler had given to you way back when you first started dating. It felt like a lifetime ago now.

The things that you had made for Tyler were tucked up into a corner of the closet, hidden behind boxes of your snow clothes that rarely got touched. You shoved the box aside, kicking up more dust than you would have liked in the process, and carefully grabbed what you needed. The look on Tyler's face was going to be absolutely priceless.

You took a seat on the couch and waited for Tyler to return from changing into his own pajamas. While you waited, you decided to turn on some music so that the house wouldn't be so quiet while the two of you exchanged gifts.

He came down the stairs a couple minutes later, wearing an oversized t-shirt over his favorite pair of sweatpants. You immediately started to laugh as you noticed the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"What?" he asked, his face falling a little bit. "Is it something I'm wearing?"

"No, not at all," you smiled. "It's just this."

You grabbed the bouquet of flowers that was sitting next to you, which was identical to the one that Tyler was holding in his hand.

"We bought each other the same flowers?" he laughed.

"I guess we did."

He took a seat next to you on the couch and gave you a quick kiss, "I guess we just know each other too well."

You each set your flowers on the coffee table; the couch was too comfortable for either of you to be bothered to put them in a vase right this very second.

"Should I give you my gift first?" you asked, nervously drumming your fingers along your leg.

Tyler smiled, "Sure."

You grabbed your gift from where you had hidden it last minute under the blanket. Tyler's eyebrows furrowed as you revealed the book and slowly handed it to him.

"Tyler and Y/N," he read the letters that you had carefully drawn on the cover. His smile slowly grew as he opened it to the first page, "Is this a scrapbook?"

"Yeah," you let out a breath of air at his positive reaction. "I've been working on it for a couple months now, using whatever time I can get when you're in the studio or running errands."

He slowly began to look through the pages, smiling at each one. You had included almost every significant memory that you could think of and made sure to collect mementos from each. There was a picture of you two from the first time you had met at one of their tiny hometown shows right before they got signed next to the ticket stub that you had kept in your wallet up until this moment. Confetti from the first show of the Blurryface era along with a picture Brad had taken right before Tyler and Josh went on stage. Pictures from your wedding day, the first letter you had sent him on tour after you started dating, and countless other things that you had managed to find and incorporate into the book.

Tyler wiped a tear away from his eye and closed the scrapbook. "Y/N, this... I think this is the best gift that I've ever gotten."

You smiled, "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do. It's like a highlight reel of all the best moments of my life. I love it."

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side. You leaned your head against his shoulder and squeezed him tightly.

"I don't know that I'll be able to live up to this," he laughed.

"Of course you will," you reassured him.

He finally let go of you and reached into his pocket. From it, he pulled out a little velvet box. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of it, despite the fact that the two of you had been married for close to four years now.

"Here," he said, handing you the box.

You took a moment to study the box before you popped it open. Inside was a small ring, not unlike the wedding ring you already wore, made out of silver. You carefully took it out of the box and began to examine it.

"Does it say something?" you asked, bringing it a little closer to your face.

"Yeah."

The writing was hard, but not impossible, to read. You took a moment to read it over a few times before saying it out loud.

"For you, I'd go write a slick song just to show you the world." You paused, "What does that mean?"

Tyler grinned, "One moment."

He got off the couch and all but ran into the other room. When he returned a few moments later, he had his ukulele in his hands and a dorky grin on his face. You were still confused, but it was hard not to smile as Tyler excitedly adjusted his uke in his arms.

"Ok, I know this isn't like the final version of the song or anything since it's acoustic, but I spent all last week finishing this song so that I would have it done for you today."

"You're putting a song on the record for me?" you asked.

"You know I had to."

Tyler hadn't even started singing and your eyes were beginning to water. He reached out and gave your hand a light squeeze before he strummed the strings once.

"It's called Smithereens."

You listened intently as Tyler played the song for you, hanging on to every word that came out of his mouth. It only took the first verse for tears to start consistently falling down your cheeks. As soon as he played the final chord and set his ukulele down, you threw your arms around him and hugged him as tightly as you could.

"Did you like that?" he asked, snaking his arms around your waist.

"I loved it, Ty. It means so much to me that you would write a song about me. Not to mention that you're actually putting it on the next album."

"I just want the whole world to know how much I love you, Y/N Joseph."

"And I love you too, Tyler Joseph."

Tyler fell back onto the couch, bringing you with him since you two still had your arms wrapped around one another. You laughed and pressed your forehead to his so that you could stare into his brown eyes.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"Here's to many more."