Title: You're my everything

Summary: Jeremy doesn't think Tyler cares anymore and Tyler's at a loss at how to show him he is Tyler's everything. So I intended this to be a one-shot but I got to the end and realised I hadn't put any smut in it so I'm making it a two-shot.

This is my second fic and again I'm not sure if it's good or not but I enjoyed writing it

Normal disclaimers apply and please review!

Tyler and Jeremy had been together for years. After leaving Mystic Falls, they moved to Denver and never looked back. Twelve years later, and something went wrong. Tyler doesn't know what happened but somewhere along the line he and Jeremy drifted apart and now Jeremy looks at him in a way he hasn't since they were in high school. Like he wants to kill him. But there is something else in his eyes that Tyler can't name. It's almost a longing that shouldn't be there because Tyler has given him everything he has ever wanted.

They moved away because Jeremy couldn't handle the way Elena looked at him when she found out he was sleeping with Tyler. They left at night because Jeremy didn't want to see the look on Elena's face when he said they were leaving. Not because he was leaving but because he was leaving with TYLER. She could handle the fact he was gay. Her and Jenna both accepted that and told him he was free to do as he liked. Obviously Elena didn't mean he could do Tyler.

Tyler hated that Elena couldn't accept them because he loves Jeremy, he still does, and he knows Jeremy loves him. At least he thinks Jeremy loves him. He's only wanted what's best for Jeremy, and he's made sure to always show Jeremy how much he loves him. But now it's like that isn't enough, like HE isn't enough. He's waiting for Jeremy to say something, tell him what's wrong, what happened to make them drift so far apart. That's why he's sitting on their couch, in their living room, in their house about to break down because Jeremy told him he's leaving, without an explanation. No reason just an "I'm leaving, going back to Mystic Falls."

Tyler isn't stupid. He knows that he's about to lose everything he's ever wanted. Everything he fought against until he realised what it meant. That he could have someone who loved him for who he is not who he could be. He knows he can't let Jeremy walk out the door but he doesn't know how to stop him. He doesn't know how to make him stay.

Jeremy is standing, staring at the door, debating with himself if he should say goodbye or just walk out when he feels a presence behind him. A warmth he would know anywhere, even in the dark, that washes over him and means so much to him. Safety. Love. HOME.

To Jeremy Tyler is home. He is what he comes back to every night and what he wakes up to every morning. He doesn't know how he'll survive without him but he has to try. Because Tyler doesn't care about him anymore. He's not even sure if Tyler ever cared about him. But there is a hand on his shoulder, a hand that can do so many things. Show him love, bring him to the brink of orgasm and then leave him hanging there until Tyler is inside him and they come together.

But he knows now that Tyler used him. He was just a warm body, someone to fuck until something else came along. Every time he would try and bring up the subject of making it official, tying the knot, eloping, Tyler would go quiet and pale, as though the very thought made him sick. What he doesn't understand is how Tyler can use him for twelve years and not understand how Jeremy could think such things. It was like Tyler didn't realise that being with someone for twelve years could create an image of the two of them together when they were old, still together and still happy. Except they weren't happy anymore, well Jeremy wasn't, but he didn't think Tyler cared.

Tyler's a mess. He's knows the moment Jeremy walks out the door he'll break down, he just doesn't know how to tell Jeremy that. He sees a look in Jeremy's eyes and realises what this is about. Again, Tyler isn't stupid. It's the same look he would get when talking about eloping, getting married. And Tyler would always avoid the subject. It's not that he never thought about it. I mean you can't be with someone for twelve years and NOT think about it. He bought rings for fuck sake. He just didn't know how to ask. Every time he would psych himself up to just ask, he backed down; afraid that the moment the words actually passed his lips, Jeremy would realise he'd been wasting his time and go back to Mystic Falls. Which is what he was doing. But only because Tyler hadn't said anything, asked anything. It was now or never.

"Wait." He managed to croak out. His throat was dry, as if he hadn't had a beer before all this happened. "Just…wait…I need to show you something." He started moving towards their room, holding Jeremy's arm, and surprisingly, Jeremy followed. When he got into the room, he let go of Jeremy, and moved to his bedside table. Opening the middle draw and reaching into the back, he pulled out a black velvet box. He turned back to Jeremy and saw a look of confusion on his face.

"I never managed to get the courage to ask, I guess I was afraid you'd say no and leave. But now you're leaving and it's 'coz I never said anything, so here goes. I love you with all my heart. When my day's been shit I come home and you make me smile. Your always there for me no questions, you let me take my time when I have to explain something that hurts and I've been blind to not see that I've been hurting you." He opened the box, showing Jeremy the two platinum rings. Jeremy looked at them, then back at Tyler in shock. He started to say something, but Tyler butt in. "Let me finish please? I need to say this. I need you to realise that I can't lose everything I have. 'Coz that's what you are to me. You're my everything." He got down on one knew and took a deep breath. "Jeremy Gilbert, we've been together for twelve years, would you do me the honour of becoming my husband?" He held his breath, waiting, hoping, and praying that Jeremy would say the one word that would keep him together.

Looking into Tyler's eyes, Jeremy could see the truth in them. Being with that same person for twelve years came with benefits like that, you can read them like a book. Most of the time. He thought Tyler didn't care, but he could tell Tyler didn't know how to give himself to Jeremy completely. Tyler was scared he'd get hurt, scared that Jeremy would leave him. How can he think that? Doesn't he know that he's MY everything as well? He could see the pain Tyler was going through, knew that the next words to come out of his mouth had the potential to completely destroy the one person he loved more than life itself. Getting down on his knees, he answered the question he'd been waiting to hear for years with the one word he knew would save their relationship.

"Yes."

Fin