I always promised myself that I would never write a band fanfiction, and now I have sinned. And I blame you ThisIsWhereILiveNow. What have I done? I formally apologise to Twenty One Pilots and any fan that stumbles across this (I am ashamed. Even more ashamed because it was sort of fun to write).

Written by request for 'ThisIsWhereILiveNow'. I hope you enjoy :D

"Tyler?" I called as I closed the front door, dumping my bag on the floor and kicking off my shoes. "Where are you, love?" I frowned when he didn't answer me, slowly wandering around the house. "Tyler?" He wasn't in the longue or the kitchen of the bedroom or- I pushed the bathroom door open too quickly and accidently knocked him from where he was sitting on the floor.
"Jenna?" he mumbled in confusion, glancing up at me in a daze.
I knelt next to him on the floor, running my fingers through his hair. "What happened? Did you fall?"
"No…" he scooted over to cuddle into me, leaning on my side.
"What then?" I held my hand against his forehead, biting my lip at his temperature.
"…I'm not going to Taco Bell anymore…"
I couldn't help it; I had to laugh, especially seeing the disappointed expression on his face. "It's not the end of the world, Tyler," I giggled.
"Yes it is," he dead panned, only just smothering a whimper when his stomach cramped. "Now where are we supposed to eat when we're on tour."
"Don't be such a drama queen," I teased, trying not to jostle him too much as I laughed.
"…My stomach hurts," he told me after a minute, hugging his waist.
"Do you want me to get some pain relief?"
"No," he answered quickly. "Just stay with me…please?"
"Of course." I leant down to kiss his forehead, making him smile as my hair touched his face. "But if I end up with vomit on me, I'm holding you personally responsible."
"Deal." He pulled a face and I waited for the next onslaught to start. Sure enough, he scrambled to sit up, leaning over the toilet bowl as he threw up.
"My poor Tyler." I shifted so he could lie back on me, his head in my lap.
"It's not so bad now you're here," he smiled.
I rolled my eyes. "You're such a sap."
"I love you," he tried again.
"I love you too, sweetie," I giggled, caving immediately. "Tell me, is Joshie going to have this as well?"
"And Mark," he groaned. "Stupid Taco Bell."
"Maybe you should come home more and let your wife cook you dinner, hmm?"
"Why do you make it sound like a threat?"
I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tightly. "Because you're my prisoner and you're at my mercy," I whispered close to his ear, making him laugh.
"I don't mind." He turned in my arms so he could hug me back. "I'll always be your prisoner. I promised you that when I gave you this." He ran his fingers over my wedding ring before glancing up at me, a smirk on his face.
"Do you want to go to bed?" I asked him, holding my hand against his face to try and calm his fever.
"Yeah but….I might be sick…and I don't want to make a mess…"
"I'll get you a bucket. Come on, up you get." I moved him off me and stood up, offering him my hand to pull himself up on. Once he was on his feet I wrapped my arm around his waist, practically dragging him into the bedroom. He could barely wait until I'd pulled back the blankets before he lay down, immediately looking relieved. "I'll be back in a minute," I promised, kissing his cheek.
"…kay…" he mumbled sleepily.

I returned with a bucket, panadol, a thermometer and a bottle of lemonade. "Sit up, Tyler," I instructed, setting the pillows behind him so he could lean against them without any effort. "Mouth open." I waited until he complied and then stuck the thermometer under his tongue. "Thank you." It beeped and 101.1 flashed on the screen. I sighed and handed him the bottle. "Drink."
He pulled a face. "…I might…it might not stay down…"
"It doesn't matter, Tyler, I'm not letting you get dehydrated," I chided. "Besides, my mother always said that lemonade was better than water when you had a tummy ache."
"I do not have a-" He cut himself off and failed to hold back a moan as another round of cramps set in. "This sucks," he hissed between his teeth.
"I know it does, Ty, but it will be over soon." I smoothed down his hair and helped him lie flat again so he could curl up as he pleased. Apparently curling up as he please involved him curling into me, practically demanding to be cuddled. "You're cute," I accused.
"…Even if I'm diseased?" he mumbled, tired again.
"Definitely. Cuddly Tyler is adorable. I'm almost tempted to-"
"No vines," he whined, knowing what I was going to say, making us both laugh. "The fandom does not need a 'look how disgusting Tyler is when he's sick' video to be on the internet forever."
"But they might need a 'look how cute Tyler is when he's not feeling well and cuddling his wife' video," I teased.
"I don't take pictures of you when you're sick," he grumbled, unable to hide a smile.
"You take pictures of Josh."
"That's different. I'm allowed to pick on him; he's my best friend, not my wife-"
"He's totally your wife," I laughed.
"Okay, so he's my wife. But you're my favourite wife."
I leant over him but stopped myself. "I almost kissed you then. That would have been gross."
"I don't mind," he grinned.
I swatted him. "Be good and go to sleep."
"And you'll stay?" His eyes widened and his body tensed.
"Calm down. Of course I will. Where else am I going to go? To talk to your other wife?"
He frowned, biting his lip. "I hope my other wife is okay..."
"He'll be fine, love. I'll take you to check on him tomorrow, if you like."
He nodded slowly. "But what if-"
"Chill, Tyler."
"We both know I cant," he teased.
"Well…just go to sleep, alright? I'll stay here with you, and tomorrow we'll go make sure Josh is still alive."
"Okay. I love you."
"I love you too."