Tyler Joseph imagines

Im insecure, and I care what people think

A/N- thanks to @TheOneNoOneNotices bc yeah it was their suggestion and thank you for requesting btw because I was really stuck💙💜💚💛
Trigger warning// selfhatred v badly but sO MUCH CUTE TYLER OMG

You chewed on your bottom lip as you stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You felt disgusting. This dress didn't accentuate your figure, it just made all the fat more noticeable. You didn't have nice curves, you were just like a shapeless lump of grossness. Which was how you saw yourself, so you assumed everyone else saw it to. Well, they must do! The comments on yours and Tyler's pictures on Instagram and Twitter were endless. "You're disgusting"
"You don't deserve Tyler"
"He shouldn't get back with Jenna fgs"
"Kill yourself😷"
You told Tyler time and time again that it didn't bother you, that the nice comments overwhelmed the hate, but it still got to you. You were insecure enough, you knew all those things about yourself, you didn't need anybody else to tell you.

You tried your best to get the wings on your eyeliner even, before standing back and taking another long look at yourself. It was an award show of some sort tonight, and Ty and Josh had been nominated for an award. Shaking your head, you applied some lipstick and plumped up your hair abit. "Ugh, I can't go looking like this! I'm so disgusting" you said to yourself as you sat down on the side of the bathtub. After a few minutes of sitting there, drowning in your selfhatred, a knock came from the door. "Babe, you ready? Josh is gonna be here in a sec" Tyler's voice was soothing, as always, but you couldn't face the world looking like this. Truth be told, right now, you just wanted to kill yourself. Not because of the makeup, or the dress, but because of you. The pudge sticking to your bones repulsed you, and your face was absolutely vile. "I'm not coming" you replied, getting more and more upset by the second. Tears started to form in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. "What? Why?" He asked, but you didn't want to give him an answer. "(Y/N)" Tyler mumbled, as he tried to open the door. "Oh my god, open the door" he said, taking this as a joke. When you tried to calm yourself down, a small sob accidentally slipped from your lips. "(Y/N)! Baby open the door!" His voice was suddenly very concerned. "Tyler just go without me!" You said, crying heavily now. "Please, just open the door baby" he said, he must've rested his forehead against the door or something because a small knock came from it, but only once. You sighed as you stood up and looked in the mirror again. You wiped your tears away carefully, not wanting to smudge your makeup. You unlocked the door and instantly his arms were around your waist. "What's up?" He asked, nudging his nose against yours. "I'm disgusting" you said with a shaky breath. "I can't go tonight, I'll make you guys look so stupid. Debbys going to be there and she's perfect, I literally have no place being there. I'm vile" you mumbled. "(Y/N), what are you talking about? You're absolute perfect" he said. "No, I'm not" you said, shaking your head. You walked away from Tyler and sat on the edge of the bathtub again.

He sighed and joined you. He leant towards you and pressed a long kiss against your neck, as you looked down at the floor. "You're perfect, so perfect baby" he hummed against your skin. "Tyler-"
"Listen to me." He said, and grabbed both of your hands, forcing you to face him. He took away one of his hands and ran his fingers carefully down the left side of your face, staring into your eyes admiringly. "I don't know how you can't see your own beauty. Your eyes are the perfect colour. They shine when you're happy and the way you look at me sometimes completely takes my breath away. I honestly don't know how I got so lucky to have you in my life. You're figure may not be the thinnest, but I love it. I think you're curves are sexy as shit. Your thighs are wonderful. That probably sounds super weird but I don't care at all, okay? I love grabbing your thighs, especially when we fuck" your cheeks blushed and you laughed slightly at his last comment. A little giggle came from Tyler as he scooted closer to you. "Your hands. I love holding them. They fit perfectly with mine" he said, and made a point of raising your tangled hands in front of both of your faces, and kissed the back of your hand. He moved them out of the way and put them back on the bathtub. "Okay? I know you aren't very happy with yourself, but neither am I. I think you're just perfection. You're flawless, gorgeous, pretty, hot, beautiful.. All of it. I love you so much. So, so fucking much. I wish you could see it" he said, and cocked his head to the side. "Aw, baby" Tyler had made you feel better. You didn't believe the words he said, not entirely. But they did make you feel better. You felt like you could actually go out there and prove to people that you are good enough for Tyler, and that it doesn't matter what they think. As long as Tyler loves you, and Josh continues being your best friend, you didn't care what other people thought. Obviously the comments would still get to you, but not this dramatically.

A knock came from the front door, and Tyler stood up, still holding your hands. "You ready to go?" He asked, kissing you again. "I am. May I just say you look very, very fucking hot right now" you said, smirking. "Oh, do I really?" He asked, cheekily. "Mhm" you said, and nodded. "I cannot wait until we get back" he said with a wink, as he giggled and you both walked towards the front door.