Daddy’s Biggest Fan
Summary: No one’s a bigger fan of Tyler and Uncle Josh than your daughter. Pairing: Tyler x Reader Word Count: 1025 Warnings: Kind of implied naughtiness? towards the end. Nothing explicit or graphic.
I can feel your breath I can feel my death I want to know you I want to see I want to say Hello
Your daughter’s tiny voice was barely audible above the sound system and the crowd, but with her right next to your ear, you could just make out that she was singing along with the closing song to the Twenty One Pilots’ concert.
You adjusted the headphones covering her ears. She swore up and down every time she went to one of her father’s concerts that the music wasn’t too loud, but, inevitably, as soon as the crowd started screaming and cheering, she was asking for the noise-dulling headphones. They slipped every now and then, so you would have to adjust them to make sure they didn’t fall off and send her into a fit.
“My favorite part!” She clapped as confetti started falling from the ceiling. She reached out her small hands, not even close to reaching any of it. “Mama! I want some!”
“I know, Lovey,” you replied, using the nickname that had been given to the cuddly, affectionate child when she was just a baby. “After everyone leaves, I bet Daddy or Uncle Josh will get some for you.”
Her pouting was short-lived as the show wrapped up, and Tyler and Josh came off stage. Your daughter reached out for her father, and though you told her to wait, Tyler assured you it was fine. He swept the little girl into his arms, hugging her tight before settling her on his hip as they walked back to the dressing room.
“You’re sweaty, Daddy!” she giggled.
Tyler laughed. “Daddy was working hard! It gets hot out there. Did you have fun?”
Lovey nodded earnestly, wiggling down out of her father’s hold when her Uncle Josh held his arms out for her, crouching down to her level. “Uncle Josh, Mama said you’d get me some ‘fetti.”
“Some ‘fetti, huh?” Josh chuckled. “I’m sure I could do that for you. Let me get cleaned up, then we’ll go together, sound good?”
“Sounds good!” Lovey said, giving him a high five.
She took her time returning to you, knowing that she needed to give her father and her uncle some time to decompress and clean up after the show, but not anxious to be held again. You reminded her it was okay to stand and walk around, as long as she stayed out of the way.
An hour after the show ended, Tyler and Josh were both cleaned up, and your daughter was clinging to you, her head laying on your shoulder. She was fighting sleep for all she was worth, not forgetting Josh’s promise of confetti.
“Hey, sleepy girl, you ready?” Josh asked, holding his arms out.
She nodded against your shoulder before leaning towards Josh. He took her carefully, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. He promised they wouldn’t be gone long; you promised to meet them on the bus.
“She adores you two,” you smiled, finally able to kiss your husband.
Tyler smiled down at you, his fingers finding yours. “She’s something else, for sure. Seeing you two when I come off stage, Y/N, makes the hardest nights worth it, and the best nights even better.”
You smiled, trying to find the right words to tell him just how much you enjoyed watching him play. It never got old, and you attended as many shows as you could. Until your daughter started kindergarten, you would keep doing that, since she loved the road, too.
Josh came onto the bus with Lovey and a handful of confetti. Her eyes were closed, but you could tell she wasn’t quite asleep.
“You want Uncle Josh to tuck you in, or me?” you asked, rubbing her back while Josh still held her.
Lovey’s bottom lip pouted out and her eyes watered. “I want Daddy.”
“Daddy’s biggest fan,” you said, exchanging smiles with Josh. “Why don’t you sit with Uncle Josh while Daddy finishes talking to Grandma, okay?”
The tears didn’t come, but her lip still jutted out. You chuckled and went to ready yourself for bed. Josh took a seat towards the front of the bus, rocking Lovey gently back and forth to keep her calm.
Once in sweats and a t-shirt, your hair combed, face washed, and teeth brushed, you walked back towards the front of the bus to check on things. You ran into Tyler tucking Lovey into her bunk — one she had picked out herself — saying her nightly prayers with her and kissing her on the cheek before bidding her good night.
“I love you,” Tyler whispered.
“I love you, too, Daddy,” her sleepy little voice replied.
You smiled as you watched the exchange. Tyler pulled the curtain closed so that she could sleep soundly and turned to you. “She’s a tired little girl.”
“She went pretty hard at your show tonight,” you said, padding barefoot toward your husband. You set your hands on his hips, kissing him softly. “My turn to be tucked in, Ty.”
He smiled and kissed you again. “Okay then. Bedtime.”
Tyler took your hand and helped you into the larger bunk the two of you shared. You cuddled close to him, your cheek on his chest, and thought about your daughter.
“You’re wrapped around her little finger, aren’t you?” you whispered.
Tyler chuckled, the sound of it echoing into your ear like hearing the ocean in a seashell. “That I am. She’s such a daddy’s girl. Do you ever get jealous?”
“Maybe a little,” you admitted. “But we have our moments, too. And, you know, maybe someday you’ll have your daddy’s girl, and I’ll have a mama’s boy — just like his daddy.”
He tilted your head up to look at him. “Why wait for someday?”
“You wanna try now?” Your brow nearly met your hairline.
Tyler pulled you on top of him. “No time like the present, right? Oh, but you’ve got to be quiet. Pretty sure Josh heard us last time.”
“Hey, I’m not the —”
Your protests over being the loud one were stifled by Tyler’s lips against yours.
