Blurry's the One I'm Not || Tyler/Blurry x reader ||

[3rd Person POV]
Violet gasped, "Blurry? What the hell are you doing in my house?" She yelled as she clenched the knife in her hand.
Blurry chuckled, "Oh how cute you are when you're all scared." He slowly sauntered towards the girl. The brunette didn't move, she was tense and her poker face remained stable.
"Why are you here?" Violet asked again, slower.
"Well you see-" The man stopped himself mid sentence and looked at the knife unamused, "could you please put the knife down?"
Violet didn't budge.
Blurry sighed and rose his hands slowly showing he meant no harm.
Violet exhaled and set the knife down on the counter on her left side.
Blurry gave a sweet smile then continued, "You see, Tyler and his bandmate are leaving tomorrow." He made a fake pouty face, "I wanted to come and ask you to tour with the band so we can stay together."

Violet smiled and went up to Blurry and hugged him. The man smiled and hugged back. "You're very sweet, Blurry."
"Thanks." Blurry smiled as the girl looked him in the eyes.
"But why in God's great name would you bust in my house? This whole thing is a page from a horror film!" Violet's outburst took Blurry aback.
"Well.. Hey! I mean... Yeah.." Blurry sighed in defeat.
"Like why don't you get get an axe and yell 'here's Johnny!'" Violet yelled, making Blurry laugh. He found her outburst cute, and figured he'd had to deal with it from then on.
"Johnny boy." Blurry laughed at his own pun.
The girl rolled her eyes, "You imbecile."
"Why you gotta be so rudde?" Blurry asked, like a child.
"Like I said before, I dish your attitude back, my dear friend." Violet fake smirked.
Blurry chucked, "Right, how could I forget. So, yes or no? You coming on tour pretty lady?"
Violet gave a dead pan expression, "You really aren't the brightest crayon in the box, huh?"
Blurry fake gasped, "How dare-"
Well at least you're in the box." The girl smirked.
"Give me a reason to why you won't come."
Violet sighed, "One, I have work. Two, I can't just up and go. Three, I can survive without seeing Tyler all the time. And finally, if y'all do another show close by I can drive to it if I oh so wanna. Otherwise just reach me on my cell."
Blurryface nodded. "Alright. I'll make sure Tyler gets that."
"Now get out of my house, Blurry."

The poor girl walked Blurryface to the door and he stood at the frame.
"You can go now." She said, "Wait. How'd you get here? I don't see your car."
"I took a bus."
Violet sighed, "ugh fine I'll drive your ass home. But. I wanna drive Tyler's ass home."
Blurry sighed, "Okay finnee."
He gave the girl a quick kiss on the lips then let Tyler crawl out and take full control.

[Normal POV]

You and Tyler got into your car. You asked for the address and punched it into your GPS. The device started to give you directions as you started to drive. You forgot you had Trench playing in your car until you here the opening to Nico and the Niners.

You smirked at Tyler.
He gave you a look, "What?"
"I know what it's saying!"
The singer wanted to call your bluff as he said, "Say it."
You smirked, "We denounce vialism."
Tyler was shocked, you did know it.
"We will leave Dema and head true East." You smirked, "We are Banditos."
"Holy crap. Wow.. I shouldn't have called your bluff on that one." Tyler was completely shocked.
"And I know that the voice is Josh's. But it's been flipped up and down and tossed around so it doesn't sound like him."
"Okay miss smart ass!" Tyler laughed.
The two of you continued to sing the rest of the song and you can tell it kinda saved Tyler a little. He always looks so powerful saying 'Dema don't control us.' That was the point you guess.
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"Okay. Is it Pet Cheetah, Cheetah. Or is it Pet Cheetah, Pet Cheetah?" You asked Tyler, dying to know the correct answer.
Tyler laughed, "Oh boy. This is a thing?"
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You finally made it to the address Tyler have given you. Tyler starts to undo his seatbelt but then stops to look at you.
"Hey, sorry about Blurry. Besides him being a creepy ass, this car ride has been fun." Tyler smiles.
You smiled softly at the man in front of you, "Don't be sorry, Ty. I know how to deal with his shit. And it was fun. So anyways I'll let you go. You and Josh have fun okay?"
"Always." Tyler smiled.
"Just text or call whenever and we'll see each other whenever we can." You reassured Tyler that you won't loose contact with him.
The man smiles and gives you a long passionate kiss.
"Thank you." You said.
"For what?" Tyler chuckled.
"For staying alive." You smiled sweetly.
You could tell your words meant the world to him since his eyes lit up and he had a look that no one else has given you. "You're welcome. You stay alive too."
You smile, "Of course, Ty."

He started to get out. There was a question burning at the back of your mind.
"Hey, Tyler." You say grabbing his full attention.
"Yes." He says, stopping everything he once was doing.
"Are we.. Are we a couple?" You asked, feeling a blush on your cheeks.
The singer nodded and smiled, "Yes. I think we are."
You smiled cutely, "Goodbye Tyler! Have fun!"
He said goodbye as he closed the door and watched you drive off into the night.
Once your car was out of sight, he walked into the hotel.

As you drove home, you called Isabelle and told her about the events of what just happened. You also explained that the boys are gone for the rest of their tour tomorrow. Your friend said Josh just texted her saying that same thing. Now that you both were on the same page, you let her go as you enter your house for a second time.

Group chat: Bendytoes

Ben-ditø: what are y'all doing tomorrow night?
Sammy-automatic: I've got work
Katrina sink: same
Holden onto you: same
Ben-ditø: Sunday you guys free?
Everyone: yeah
Ben-ditø: around 1 on Sunday wanna meet up at the park downtown and hang for the day?
Issie w a pen: yeah! I'm so down
Katrina Sink: Hell yeah
Holden onto you; so down!
Sammy-automatic: dude! Count me in
Ben-ditø: Awsome!! How abt you Violet?
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Issie w a pen: Eyo Vi!
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Sammy-automatic: I've called twice
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Holden onto you: have we not thought she might be asleep?
Ben-ditø: oh tru
Ben-ditø: it is 12:30
Sammy-automatic: Lmao she's gonna wake up to a spam of her group chat skskskskksks