#tyler joseph imagine

[yourimagines]

Hi!

Can you perhaps write a twenty one pilots one shot. Maybe about their newest song that came out.

I love your work, take care!

I really love their new song, overcompensate.

It’s a short one but I hope this is a good one!

Pressure

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Dark, Angsty, Swearing and Fluff

Y/n POV

Tyler was hyped about their newest album coming out soon but he’s also nervous. He’s a perfectionist, he’s never 100% satisfied with his work. Always overthinking, always asking the what if questions. So he was downstairs in his home studio, listening to the album as I was making dinner for us. “Ty? You want some dinner?” I asked him as I stood at the top of the stairs. “Sure.” He answered quietly back. “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.”

I made him a plate and brought it downstairs to him. He was sitting behind his desk, his headphone covered his left ear. “Here you go handsome.” I placed his plate down on his desk. He turned his head to look up at me and smiles. “Thanks beautiful.” His hand slightly touched my leg. “Are you okay down here?” He nods and turns his head back to the screen. “I’m fine, just making sure the album is finished before we release it.” I gave him a gentle squeeze in his shoulder. “Okay, don’t overthink too much about it.” “I won’t.”

I was tossing around in bed, it was midnight and Tyler was still downstairs. ‘This is not healthy for him.’ I throw my blanket to the side and got out of the bed, I stepped into my slippers and walked downstairs. The house was quiet and dark, the only lights that were on came from his home studio downstairs. “Ty?” I tiredly asked and looked downstairs to look at him. His eyes were glued to his monitor. “Yeah?” He didn’t moved a muscle, like he was possessed by something else. “Are you coming to bed, it’s already past midnight.” He waved his hand and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming in a minute.” I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Okay, see you in a minute.” I left him alone again, knowing he isn’t coming to bed anytime soon.

Tyler POV

My mind was running around as my eyes stared at the computer screen. “Still not good enough.” I changed it again and again. As I grew tired, tired from staying awake for so long. My eyes started to burn from all the lights and no sleep, my migraine was back and was hurting my brain as I’m still not satisfied with the results. “It’s always the same fucking shit.” I groaned and took a sip from my water, looking at the files as the words started to change, changing in those dark thoughts I rather not have lingering around in the back of my mind. “I need Josh’s opinion on this.” I tried to shake off those chilling thoughts and tried to block out those voices that were now screaming in my head. I shared the files with him and looked at the clock, 3am. I rubbed my face and leaned back in my chair, still looking at the monitor as the words on the screen started to fade away, feeling all dizzy and a lot of pressure forming in my chest. My phone buzzed, it was Josh sending me a quick message.

Joshua🥁: I will listen to this asap in the morning 😴

Me: need really your opinion on this one 👌🏻

Joshua🥁: Don’t worry, just get some sleep 💤

I sighed and saved my work and turned everything off. I walked back upstairs and checked if everything was closed off and slumped upstairs to our bedroom. Y/n was already sleeping, as she lay on my side of the bed. ‘I’m so blessed to have her in my life.’ I stripped my clothes off and joined her. As soon I lay next to her she moved closer and lay her head against my chest. “Ty?” She tiredly says as I caressed her back. “Yeah it’s me, just go back to sleep.” I kissed her head and she immediately felt asleep again. I stayed awake for a while, looking at the ceiling, as my migraine started to fill my brain with these dark thoughts about life….

I woke up from the morning sun that shines through our window. She was lying against my chest, all wrapped up around me. My hand went carefully towards her face and gently wiped her hair away. ‘Beautiful.’ Her eyelids slightly moved, a small low hum came from her and with that she opened her eyes. “Good morning beautiful.” I said in my morning voice with a small smile on my face. I caressed her cheek and she smiles tiredly at me and nuzzles her head back into my chest. “Good morning handsome.” She mumbled softly against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and started to rub her back as she started to trace my chest in the morning sunlight shining down on us.

I was downstairs, video calling with Josh. “No, I think it’s good enough, they will love it.” He says as he was eating some breakfast. “I know but I think there is more.” He chuckles and shook his head. “You always say that, believe me it’s good.” I nodded and looked down at my notepad. “You really think so?” I asked him as I was playing with the pen that was laying on my desk, not really feeling sure about it. “Yes I really think so.” I hummed and looked up again. “Okay, then let’s release it.” He nods and gave me a thumbs up. “Let’s do this.” I nodded and saved up our files. “Yeah, let’s do this.” Feeling a bit unsure about this….

——— Release Day Overcompensate ———

Y/N POV

Tyler was nervous again, as their newest song was about to release. “They are so hyped up for this.” Josh said as everyone was hanging around our house. “Are they?” Tyler asked as he looked over at Josh’s phone. “Yes, they can’t wait.” He showed them some comments. Debbie smiled at me as the guys were reading the comments. “They are so cute when they do this.” She says to me. I laughed and nodded. “Yes they are.” Josh was scrolling through the social media apps as Tyler was looking at the reactions. “Can’t wait for them to hear the rest.” He says to Josh. “Me neither.”

The song was released and they were watching the fans react to it. Josh was streaming his phone to the tv, sharing his feed. “They love it.” He says with a smile on his face. Tyler nodded, secretly feeling proud of what they created. “Look at that honey.” Debbie says and wraps her arms around him. “Cool isn’t it.” They were both smiling and pointing some comments out. I lay my head on Tyler’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” I said to him as we both were looking at Josh and Debbie who were standing in front of the tv, reading some of the comments out loud. “I know.” He says and grabbed my hand. “This is the last one….” I looked up at him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “You deserve this my love.” He brought my hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of my hand. “For us.” I smiled and nodded. “For us.”

[werezmastarbucks]

Three Parkers: the boy and headaches

credit to all pics I use for heads can be found here

summary: three Parker brothers stayed alone after their parents decided to leave town and turn off their phones. the neighborhood is very familiar with them: Kai, the oldest, seems like a total punk with nothing going on for him; Tyler, the middle one, is always sad and quiet; and Sam, the youngest, is just... weird.

author's note: this unites three fandoms: TVD's Kai Parker (do not look for anything Vampire Diaries related here; I just took Kai), twenty one pilots and Atypical show. AU for all three.

warnings: graphic violence, swearing, mental illness blooming, mentions of self harm

word count: 1113

the masterlist

The boy was still struggling a little. Kai was getting annoyed. He pressed his left palm into the kid’s chin and pushed. His head twisted deeper into the grass. Faint gasps were coming out of his mouth, but Kai has had enough of fun for tonight. He pressed further, while holding the boy in place with another hand and a knee, until he heard the neck snap. There was silence covering the lawn, bright white light from the streetlamps making the skin look very pale. Kai let go and stepped away, thinking to himself, ew. Holding dead bodies. Gross.

Strength was flowing through his veins, making the tips of his fingers sting a little. He walked home, passing by three bus stops, until he was completely calm. Observing the porch of his house, he rubbed his face with the back of his palm, and it reminded him of the boy’s desperate attempts to break free. The little bastard must have scratched him while struggling: right cheek was burning a little. He entered the house, caressing his cheek musingly, and took off his converses.

“...know, these rubber bands are actually pretty cool”, a quiet voice was coming from the kitchen. As Kai showed up in the doorframe, two faces looked up at him. “What happened?” Tyler asked. He was the one with all the tattoos. Kai wondered, silently, what they have been talking about, since he knew the only way you could use rubber bands. You wear them when you want to harm yourself, and pop the bitch to snap out of an episode. Tyler was wearing them for so long the two other brothers didn’t even notice at first when they turned into black ink circles around his forearms and wrists.

Sam examined him with shrewd look of narrowed eyes.

“Did you fight?” the youngest asked. Kai’s always called Sam ‘youngest’ in his mind. For many reasons, one of them being, Sam was the youngest of them. His uncombed hair, strands of it standing on the back of his head, the big owl-like scared eyes with which he observed their quiet street, his nervous hands – these were all the qualities of the youngest.

“I didn’t”, Tyler did not like the way his brother emphasized his own pronoun.

“What have you been up to?” he asked, trying not to seem to upset; every time Tyler got visibly miserable, Kai went into a rage episode that only stopped after midnight.

“This obviously looks like a defensive wound on his face”.

Kai pressed his nails into the cut, wincing with pleasure. “Dude, gross”, Tyler let go of the youngest’s forearm. Kai could see three deep cuts between his wrist and elbow.

“Did somebody hurt you, Sam?”

“No”, Sam rubbed his nose and sniffed. He had runny nose all year long. Tyler sat at the table and scratched his elbow absent-mindedly. There was easy silence until Kai popped a can of Coke open and took a big sip.

“So, what happened?” Sam asked.

“You remember that kid who kept stealing your bike and thrashed your backpack?” Tyler shook his head with disappointment.

Sam was listening with his mouth slightly agape, like he usually did when he was completely concentrated. “Yeah”.

“He won’t bother you anymore”.

“Agh”, Tyler groaned, his head turned to the oldest brother suddenly.

“Don’t you know other ways of dealing with people, Kai? What’s with this lust for brutality with you?”

“Apparently, he knows other ways”, Sam said with slight surprise in his voice. Sometimes he wondered how is that, that the smart kid like Tyler can’t grasp the idea of murderousness. “But he derives pleasure from inflicting pain on others, just like you like playing on your keyboard all the time”.

Tyler raised his eyebrows at Sam. “You don’t get it, do you? He killed Teddy”.

Sam shut up with a blank expression on his face. Tyler rubbed his own wrists.

The three young men looked at each other, having formed a triangle above the long wooden counter. “Are going to keep pretending it’s not fucked up that you take it out on neighbors?” Tyler asked, looking Kai bravely in the eye. Kai was sipping his soda, his cheek burning bright orange pain. Tyler’s glance hurt much better like that. When he looked at him the way he looks at garbage bins on the other side of the road. As if he didn’t feel the same about people. As if it wasn’t him who choked the poor Mr Ding, the fat ginger cat, while throwing a fit over a girl. Hypocrisy was written all over Tyler; in his soft brown eyes, on his round face of a martyr, on the dark palms of his hands encircled with tattoos. At least Kai always confessed when he did something dreadful, because he liked it. Tyler would never admit it if he stole so much as a piece of gum from a shop. He had to be the perfect one, the gentle one, the golden middle between his evil brother and his weird robotic brother. That was one of the things Sam wasn’t able to perceive with his machine-like 5D mind. Tyler thought they were both freaks, and he was the normal one. If only, if only.

“I hid his body”, Kai said simply. Grinding sugar on his teeth always made him act sweet, like candy he ate all the time. That’s why their cupboard and fridge looked like a candy store stall: to keep Kai calm and happy.

“How did you kill him?” Sam asked. Tyler winced, pressing his palm to his left temple.

“I broke his neck… Tyler, is it the headache again?” With Ty, it was chronic.

“Yes”, he whispered, waiting until green spirals faded in his eyes. As he was looking at his two brothers, Sam, with his wounded arms hidden between his knees, and Kai, his slender wrists in beany bracelets, the pain shot through the neck and into his ribs. He inhaled and tried to freeze the ache until it flooded his throat.

“Did you take your pills today?” Tyler laughed out ironically.

“What a family…” Kai winked at him playfully, pouring the rest of the can into his mouth.

“Speaking of which, did Mum call?”

“No”, he said, “they turned off their phones specifically so that they can forget they have three children”, Kai replied. Tyler shrugged his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck.

Sam tilted his head a little: “I’m sure that’s not the reason…”

“Cluster!” Kai and Tyler exclaimed simultaneously. That was the code word for when they did not have energy to listen to his explanations, should he misread something that they said. Or to just stop him. To Sam, it was always the code for 'abort the action'.

[absolutown]

Tyler Joseph X Reader 🇺🇸

There was a gentle breeze and a slight sense of nostalgia in the air when you and Tyler Joseph decided to spend a quiet night together. Sitting on the couch, surrounded by soft lights and gentle music playing in the background, Tyler embraced you, creating a warm hug that seemed to protect you from the outside world.

As you rested your head on his chest, you could feel his heart beating steadily, and it conveyed a sense of peace and comfort. With a gentle hand, you began to caress his brown hair, running your fingers delicately through his locks. Tyler let out a soft sigh, and you knew he was enjoying this moment as much as you were.

"You have magical hands," he whispered, making you smile.

"Nothing compares to the power of your embrace," you lovingly replied, feeling as if you could melt with the sweetness of Tyler's words.

As silence reigned between the two of you, your glances said it all. It was as if words were unnecessary at that moment, and only the touch and presence of each other were enough to connect you. However, a mischievous smile started to form on Tyler's face.

"You're not getting away so easily," he teased, squeezing you a bit tighter.

"Oh, I'm not trying to escape, my love," you responded, giggling softly. "I just wanted to make this moment even more special."

You could feel that Tyler was having fun with the situation as he began to trace gentle circles on your back. His touch was electrifying, and with every caress, your body reacted with slight shivers. He noticed the effect he was having on you and grinned from ear to ear.

"You're so sensitive," Tyler playfully taunted, giving you another squeeze.

"That's your fault," you replied in a joking tone, returning the embrace. "You make me shiver just by looking at me."

Tyler laughed, and his laughter was like a melody that brightened your heart. The vibrant sound filled the room, making everything even more enchanting. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your lips, followed by more passionate ones.

Each kiss was like a small explosion of emotions, and your bodies were completely in sync. With your faces so close, you could feel your breaths mingling. It was as if you were in a private universe where only you and he existed.

"I love you," Tyler whispered between kisses.

"And I love you, Tyler," you replied tenderly.

Your affectionate gestures continued throughout the night, accompanied by the soft music and intimate atmosphere you created together. Each touch and word were like notes of a serenade, touching your hearts and sealing your love even more.

And so, embraced and enamored, Tyler and you created a memory that you would never forget. A night filled with love, laughter, and true affection, where the outside world faded away, leaving only the certainty that you had each other forever.

[disenchantingwrites]

Seasonal Opposites | T.J

You and Tyler love different seasons, but the one thing you have in common is that you have each other.

Tyler Joseph x GN!Reader

A/N: i've been pretty absent because of how much I've been working, but i'm reentering my annual Twenty One Pilots hyperfixation. (also, late happy birthday to Tyler)

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You loved summer. You loved it, the heat to thaw your usually icy body, the many opportunities to have a swim in your pool, the countless midnight icecreams because of said heat. You hated winter and how you always got sick, how you were never warm enough, and the stress that came from the Christmas rush.

Tyler, on the other hand, was very much the opposite. He liked winter, he liked the Christmas time, the snow, his ability to wear many layers without question. It suited him just fine. Summer was too hot, too sweaty, it wasn't good when he performed, and his body was always running on high temp.

With the two of you, however, there was a middle ground. Spring and Autumn. They were neutral months, where the only thing you had to worry about was whether it would an inside or outside day.

“Summer can't be all that bad, Ty,” you hummed one evening, tracing random shapes into your lover’s palm. He shifted every so slightly on the bed to reside on his back, his free arm coming around your waist. You peered up at him from your place on his chest. “There has to be a few things you like.”

Tyler let his eyes wander away from your inquisitive face to the ceiling. The autumn wind blew through your open windows, maintaining the perfect temperature for both your comfort as your bodies remained entangled. Tyler conjured up several prospective answers to your question as he lay silent and unmoving.

“I guess summer’s good for eating ice cream,” he mumbled, and you could feel his urge to shrug through his bland tone. You rolled your eyes. “And I can chill in the pool.”

“Oh, come on, give me something more, Ty,” you urged.

A low hum slipped from his throat. “I guess... I guess it’s good because it means I get to home you close when we’re asleep because you can cool me down.” You let out a soft laugh, but let Tyler continue, noting it for a later comment. “And I like summer because I get to see you so excited about it. And when I get to wake up to a noise, only to find you inhaling half the tub of ice cream as a midnight snack on hot nights.”

It was Tyler’s turn to laugh as his mind brought forth the several memories of that exact scenario. You flicked his shoulder, eyes narrowed at the man, and he apologised with a kiss pressed to your forehead.

“So... you like summer because of me?” You finally spoke, eyes curiously watching Tyler as your cheeks darkened with a faint blush.

“Yeah,” he replied. His eyes flicked down to yours, and he gently squeezed your waist. “And what are some things that you like about winter?” Each emphasised word was accompanied by his finger tapping your side.

“I suppose the obvious answer is when I get to cuddle you so you warm me up,” you replied, returning your attention to his hand to continue to draw on the calloused skin. “And all the soft blankets that I can bundle up in.”

“And Christmas?” Tyler queried.

“Only with you,” you responded honestly. “And only when there's just a small group of people. Like last Christmas with just Debbie and Josh coming over for dinner. There’s so many people on tour, that it's nice to just be able to have something small.”

“Fair,” Tyler replied, his eyes trained on your hand and his. "I guess it's the same. I like to have time with my family to celebrate, but I like when it's just the people that are the closest to me."

A pleased hum escaped your mouth. "I also like winter because you're happy," you added. Tyler's lips curled into a grin as his dark eyes flicked your way. “And the first day of winter I get to celebrate you, and that you’re getting old. So, I guess that’s a good start to the worst season.”

“Even though you threw an insult in there, I’ll accept it.” You couldn't help but smile tenderly at Tyler.

And you wondered how the both of you, seemingly polar opposites, could enjoy each other, love each other so deeply. But whatever higher power had curated your match, you were nothing but grateful to them. Tyler was the one thing you loved more than warm summer nights, bathing in the coolness of the pool, or lounging under the air conditioner with a book in your hand.

“You know,” Tyler began, “tomorrow’s my birthday. Are you trying to suck up to me so that I’ll still love you for whatever potentially terrible present you’re going to give?”

Your mouth fell open. “How dare you assume that my gift will be terrible! I give great gifts!”

Tyler could only laugh. He didn’t respond, but pressed a kiss to your head, and pulled you closer to him by your waist. You let out a defeated huff, and decided to place a pin in it for next time.

[boredintjqueen]

We're insane for this 😭 Have we really all had the same three songs on repeat??

[tackeyconpilot]

I could do it with my eyes closed

Idea I had with Tyler using the lyrics from Eyes Closed by Imagine Dragons

[add1ictwithapen]

I just had a horrible realisation, what if in oldies station tyler uses/references lyrics from rab or even worse from no phun intended…

[bellarkeselection]

hello can you write something based on dove cameron's boyfriend song where klaus is in love with the reader but she has a boyfriend (tyler) but klaus doesn't care and wants to woo her because he thinks he can be a better boyfriend than him

I'm Better Than Him

Klaus eyed you from a far across the ballroom. His mother upon returning to life insisted on throwing a royal ball and inviting the whole town. He had better things to do than make friends with the towns people of Mystic Falls. At least that's what he was thinking until he saw you and he suddenly felt a beat in his no beating heart. He knew you were taken by his first hybrid Tyler Lockwood. But his heart beats for you so he would do anything to take you from him. All so he could call you his love, his queen, ultimately just be his one and only. He only wished you wanted him too. The truth was you did, he was a forbidden boyfriend that you had never experienced before you became a vampire.

Tyler and I intertwined our hands together staring to slowly dance around the large ballroom. I had decided on wearing a simple red dress instead of a big ballgown like Caroline or Elena. I just don't see the point in trying to not trip over your own feet the whole evening. Which is also why I'm wearing sneakers and not wearing heels. "He's staring over here again. I wish he would stop." Tyler grumbled under his breath and I already knew he meant Klaus Mikaelson. Everyone around us dances without a care then suddenly switch partners. Tyler spins me out and I gasped feeling the arms of Klaus secure my waist gently. "Hello love, I was hoping we would get a dance together." Biting my lip veins appeared underneath my eyes seeing a human girl dancing near us. I haven't gotten used to the transition yet so he puts his back to the girl so I'm not tempted to drain her. "Thank you for that...I didn't want to kill her." I whispered knowing he would hear me since he's the oldest vampire to ever exist.

"You're welcome, Y/n. I bet Tyler doesn't know the urge since he's broken his sire bond recently. But I know what it's like. The hunger to kill. I can help you through it better than he can." Rolling my eyes I shake my head at his suggestion. Klaus twirls me out and back into his chest. My hair falls over my shoulders that I had curled a little at the ends. "Thanks for the offer but as you said he's still a hybrid. Half vampire remember, Klaus." He bites his lips forming a smile at my words. I'm not blind that the hybrid dancing with me has a massive crush on me. After we met one night at the Grill then gifts such as drawings or flowers appeared on my doorstep. "Give me a chance, Y/n. Think about it Tyler won't give you an exciting thrill that you seek. He won't worship you like a queen, like I will for all eternity." Staring up into those blue eyes I suck in a breath struggling to not kiss him. I've dreamt about what it would feel to kiss him, how it would feel to almost make my heart race again like I was actually alive once more.

Dropping my gaze to the ground I slightly regret that he might have a point. Ever since my boyfriend became a hybrid he's not like he used to be. Tyler is more aggressive and doesn't really mean to hurt me but he's nearly bit me when we were kissing. "I can't just dump my boyfriend for you. Like it or not Tyler is a good guy, he just isn't good at controlling his temper." Klaus nods his head in agreement leaning forward whispering in my ear. "If you change your mind. I'll be just a call away, Y/n love." Hearing him say my name makes me nearly giggling but I get spun back into Tyler's arms before I could ever respond back to him, glancing around the room Klaus is gone like a ghost.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[moremaybank]

being tyler lockwood's girlfriend and that Klaus mikaelson is in love with you and you feel something for him (headcanons)

being tyler lockwood's girlfriend while klaus mikaelson is in love with you and you feeling something for him would include...

klaus masterlist

you loved tyler, you really loved him

he was your first everything

you spent all your time with him, a romantic relationship forming from an amazing platonic friendship

you remembered the boyish grin on his face when he picked you up for your first date

you remember the first time he told you he loved you

but you couldn't deny what you felt for a certain original hybrid ever since he first came into town

his golden curls, his gorgeous blue eyes, his smile…his lips…

what was i saying?

oh yeah

not to mention the son of a bitch was charming as hell

stupid ass devilish grin

anyways

no matter what you did feel for him, you felt like you were betraying your boyfriend who you know would do anything for you

but no one is able to control their feelings, no matter how hard they try

the attraction, the raw chemistry, and the sexual tension

god even a stranger could take one look at you two and think y'all were going at it like bunnies behind closed doors

you know it's true, don't lie now

back to what i was saying

there's just something about this man

he looks like he was chiselled by greek gods, and he's promising to take you all over the world and show you life as you've only dreamt it

and not only that, but every time you two interact, despite how much you claim to despise him, you're left wanting more

every

damn

time

but it gets worse

now that tyler's a hybrid who's sired to klaus, this only causes more problems to arise

tyler is forced to hide from klaus while he works tirelessly to break his sire bond

and with tyler not physically present, you're on your own a lot more

especially when he stops answering his phone and you've lost all contact with him

which leads to klaus popping up wherever you go

you're going to the grille to get a coffee?

well, klaus was just craving an espresso

you're reading on a bench in the town square

guess what? klaus is conveniently out for a stroll with his own novel in hand, and yes, he'd love to join you

you and klaus are getting closer

you're bonding

no one has ever been able to read your mind like he has

his stories include many important figures in history and you're begging for more by the time he's told you about his painting sessions with degas

you try to keep your guard up and hope klaus don't feel the thaw in your so called "hatred" for him

during all your time you see the man behind the monster

you really get to see that there's so much more to him than what he shows upfront

as guilty as you feel, you can't help but understand him, understand his actions and how he works

you also take notice of how he listens to you

he takes in every word you say and practically engraves it into his memory

he notices when something's going on with you before you can even say anything

he makes you feel so free

when he looks into your eyes as he's engaging in conversation with you, you feel as though he's staring into your soul

and now you can barely be reminded of the "monster" he is

and of course you still love tyler

but when he returns from the appalachians, you can't help but feel as though the spark has died

and everything you've ever felt for tyler has been forgotten in your heart

because you've fallen in love with klaus mikaelson

and now there's no going back

~

a/n: I lowkey loved writing this one and i have no idea why, but i hope y'all are having a good day (or night, depending on where you are)

[1m-i-n-e1]

(From my Wattpad)

TEXTS FROM TYLER

Words: 247

(Y/N)

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Texts Tyler will send you while he's on tour:

💛Ty: thinking about you.

💛Ty: beautiful.

💛Ty: hope your day is doing good.

💛Ty: love you.

💛Ty: I'm eating Taco Bell

💛Ty: I almost ordered your favorite taco. Forgot you weren't here.

💛Ty: I miss you.

💛Ty: I love my lovely lover. Which is you if you are confused.

💛Ty: I really miss you.

💛Ty: I feel like kissing you right now. I'm homesick for your touch.

💛Ty: Josh just said something that made me think of you. "I dOnT wAnNa gEt Up."

💛Ty: your favorite song is playing on the radio.

💛Ty: Bum bum bum badash boom. Josh just taught me how to play text-drums. I'm a natural.

💛Ty: I have Tear In My Heart stuck in my head. Sad I can't sing it to you. YoU'rE tHe TeAr iN mY hEaRt I'm AliVe.

💛Ty: are you watching the live show tonight?

💛Ty: did you like it?

💛Ty: don't forget to close the windows, love.

💛Ty: take care of yourself. I plan on keeping you with me for a very long time.

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Texts Tyler sends you off of tour:

💛Ty: I'm hungry

💛Ty: I want Taco Bell.

💛Ty: Josh wants to come over.

💛Ty: we need more red bull

💛Ty: I am STARVING

💛Ty: save me. I'm bored and the only cure is kisses. Where'd you go?

💛Ty: I love you more than anyone else does. Even your dad.

💛Ty: once I get home do you want to kiss?

•••Still pretty new. I’m going to start posting some of my short story chapter books next.•••

[silverlininghills]

someone help me i feel like i'm losing my mind

i SWEAR i read an interview at some point where tyler talked about writing hometown while on tour in europe and how he was able to feel at home even in such an unfamiliar place

but i cannot for the life of me find it now, i've been going through every single article + written interview i can find, i've tried all the search terms i can think of, and nothing 😭

does ANYONE remember reading or hearing something like that at any point? I don't even need to see the source, I just want to know I didn't make it up, cause i'm starting to have doubts lol

[werezmastarbucks]

a nasty piece of weather

the masterlist

warnings: mentions of violence

word count: 3838

music: you know

Next day it was raining, so Tyler had to put his skating plans on hold. Kai had to call in to Sam’s school and give his brother’s monitors’ heads up: they knew the youngest didn’t come out of the house in rain, but just in case. Quite frankly, it was infuriating that he had to call in every time; in early spring, the rain season, he had to call almost every day and say the same things: “It’s raining, Mr Stan, so Sam’s staying at home”. He was the best damn student in the whole school. He tried to shift this responsibility on Tyler, but the middle one wrestled him with a good point: Kai knew how to talk to people. His younger brothers didn’t.

“What a nasty piece of weather”, Sam kept repeating, driving the other two crazy. He has given birth to this phrase this morning and kept saying it every other minute like a mantra.

They were trying to keep busy. Kai even cleaned the house and did all the dishes, his dexterous fingers never missing a spot. Tyler stood at the window from ten in the morning till noon, waiting for the police. “They sure are gonna come”, he announced gravely. “I’ll be in the basement. Bang on the wall when they start arresting the psycho, Sam”.

Sam was sitting on the sofa, his eyes transfixed on the television screen. “Oh no”, the youngest sighed without getting distracted, “are you going to scream again?” Tyler looked at Kai with his eyebrows raised.

“You always scream”, the oldest nodded, “you think we don’t hear. Just cause you close the door it doesn’t mean the room’s sealed”.

“I sing”.

“Way to go, Tyler”.

“What a nasty piece of weather”, Sam uttered, savoring every word. Tyler shivered down under his yellow hoodie and headed for the door under the stairs.

“If it bothers you, don’t fucking listen”, he muttered, closing the door behind himself.

Kai crashed on the couch next to his brother, sighing contentedly. “Did you vacuum the living room?” Sam asked, his eyes still on TV.

“Yep”.

“Did you clean the photograph shelves downstairs and in Tyler’s room?”

“Yes”.

“Plates in the dishwasher?”

“Absent. All dry”.

“Bathroom and the sinks?”

“Clean”. Kai shifted, trying to pull the remote from under himself. “Lava lamps?”

“Dusted”.

“Windows?”

“It’s raining, Sam, there’s no point cleaning the windows today”.

“What a nasty piece of weather”.

“Oh my god”, Kai whined, turning the TV on just to make the whole Sam picture more normal, “weather isn’t even uncountable… you can have a good weather and a bad weather… when you say ‘piece of’ I always think of ass…”

Sam finally looked away from the screen, sturdy connection broken.

“That’s because you have a dirty mind. And ‘mind’ can be countable or uncountable, just like – get this – weather. I can say, ‘a piece of mind’ like it’s uncountable, or ‘she has a beautiful mind’, and it’s going to be countable. You can have a nasty piece of weather and not think of eating ass”.

“I never mentioned eating ass”, Kai shook his head slowly, accusingly.

Sam repeated his enchanted phrase four more times under his breath. The rain really got on his nerves: all this clattering and banging, hissing that sounded like someone speaking; then Tyler started to scream again. His songs, all of them, sounded like wailing and a bit of piano. That’s what Sam called it anyway: wailing and piano. The way he articulated stuff really hit the spot from time to time. Or, maybe, he just repeated phrases so many times the other two Parkers got used to hearing them that way. “Isn’t he supposed to be at work, by the way?” Sam squinted his eyes, unable to watch Kai skip through the channels at a cosmic speed.

“You go ask him”, Kai replied lazily, “last time I checked, he skips work like it’s not mandatory. I have no idea why he’s still not fired”.

“I guess it’s the rain. Wh-”

“What a piece of nasty weather, I know”.

“What a nasty piece of weather”. Sam’s jaws clenched. “You did it on purpose! You said it wrong on purpose”.

It got slightly better, as it always does. By the evening the heavy clouds finally started drifting, and the wet asphalt glistened like black jam. The sky is always cleanest after the rain; the torn shreds of fluffy white were slowly filling with pale coral and peach colors. Closing to seven, Tyler and Kai left the house to go to the nearest store: they were running out of eggs, pasta, beans and cheese. Sam examined fridge every other day and always left neatly written post-it-notes right on the parents’ picture. His unbreakable logic, by which, he thought, the world functioned, told him to do so. Kai and Tyler never looked at that picture, but they learned to look there solely in case there’s a note from Sam: ‘we need some herbs for all of us and chocolate for Kai’. That was a nice, working system they had, that didn’t demand too much communication. If the note was gone that meant somebody has been to the shop. Sam could examine the fridge again to look for new imperfections. ‘Tomatoes wilted’.

They threw their boards on brand-new, smooth, clean road and went on. Tyler was a pro, skating ever since he was able to gain balance enough to stand on his two little feet. Moreover, he looked cool on board. He had all the right features and tattoos for that, he wore his special striped T-shirts and wrapped pieces of plaster around his knuckles and elbows in case he falls. But he never fell. Kai has been falling every now and then, because, sure, he was a fast learner, but no Tony Hawke or Tyler Parker. He didn’t enjoy the sensation of not feeling the earth under his feet; he didn’t listen to Sum 41 enough to be a good skater. From aside, he looked good, though, and he hated it when he had to walk while Tyler rides his board, like he’s babysitting his little brother.

“Sam’s taking this rain too seriously this time”, Tyler noted, looking as the ground was flashing past under the little wheels. He was wearing his yellow hat although the air was warm. His head was killing him again.

“He’s fine”.

“How many times has he said what a nasty piece of weather?”

“About two hundred”. Tyler didn’t say anything which sounded like I’m right and you’re wrong.

“Tomorrow’s gonna rain again”.

“You better pray it doesn’t, dude”.

They were moving along the street in their neighborhood. The rows of white little houses prepped against each other were all clean and neat, under the pink sky. “I’ve ran out of chores to do”.

“Find a job”, Tyler suggested, for about a hundredth time this week.

Kai swerved his board, drifting away from him. He liked the air in his ears, warm May light and taste brushing his face. “Job’s for ordinary people”, he yelled, and his joyful voice echoed against the porches. It seemed like everybody was asleep. But then again, it didn’t rain that often in their little town. Maybe they all killed themselves.

“We get on just fine. The money Mom and Dad left will be enough for now”.

“What about then on?”

Kai swerved even further away, bending his knees slightly. Every time he tried to do tricks, Tyler couldn’t help recalling that one time when his brother fell off the skateboard right in front of the house. It was mid-July and the weather was scorching hot, so Kai was out without his shirt. He was riding a straight line, and god knows what he did with his stupid long legs, but he fell face forward, kicking the board back; he was moving ahead and still slid when he touched the ground. His chin, chest and belly got scrubbed on the asphalt really hard. His face was bruised but apparently got away easiest; up to this day Kai had a big long scar from his belly button up to his solar plexus. He was never ashamed of it.

Kai was still skating inside Walmart. A guy was trying to run after him, but he sped away into the home maintenance department. Tyler could shop in peace while his brother took over all walking and talking people.

Carrying his board tightly under his arm, he was wandering along the aisles, the white note in his hand. Sam’s handwriting was ineffable. When he was little, the two other Parkers entertained themselves by making their brother write offensive notes to their neighbors and family friends. People got all kinds of colorful cards saying The Parker family thinks your face is gross in calligraphy. Also, Sam had to write a couple of apology letters to his teachers and friends’ parents. Kai’s all-time-favorite note was created when Sam was ten years. It said, Dear Mr and Mrs Fielding, I’m sorry for putting Greg’s teddy into a blender but it talked too much.

He weighed a can of pasta in his palm and took out one airpod. The security guy’s voice was dangerously close, competing with Kai’s deep, mocking tone. “Young man, for the tenth time: you cannot ride your skateboard inside the shop”.

“But my feet really hurt when I step on the tiles”, he yelled, “and what if I step on the break? My mum dies?!”

Tyler started humming a song under his breath. Kai was twenty-two, but behaved so immaturely it was hard sometimes. He was the one who always got into trouble. Especially with the law. All the more surprising how he could pull off all those killings.

Tyler shivered a little, and his palm flew to his neck, travelling all the way to his face and rubbing it energetically. He couldn’t stop doing that when he got nervous. He looked at his palm and saw a shade of black oil paint smudged.

At the checkout desk he had to wrestle the security people to keep Kai’s board.

“This is not a joke”, one of them barked. Kai was like a head taller than him; he always stood very straight but relaxed and never felt threatened. There was not a single thing Kai was afraid of. In the whole world. The guy’s name was apparently Lacer if they were to believe his badge. Lacer was balding but seemingly in good shape; the red thin lines on the white in his eyes indicated he was a drinker.

“This is the fourth time this month”, the checkout lady helped, giving Tyler a look while beeping his packs of frozen peas. Kai was holding his board above his head as he laughed at the guys, three of them. Lacer was backed up by Roger and Matthew, none of whom looked happy when the Parkers were in.

“I have the right to skate wherever I want”, Kai yelped stubbornly, sheer self-jerkery in his voice.

“There is no such law that states that!” Roger shook his finger furiously, “don’t you understand you can knock something off! Or injure somebody!”

“I have great coordination” Kai replied, at which point Tyler snickered. The checkout lady looked at him again, hostility in her eyes.

“If you guys don’t stop fucking around every time you come here, we won’t let you in anymore” she said gravely. Being reproached by a woman was too much for Kai; his benevolent idiotic stance changed in a blink of an eye. She continued, “You will have to find another place to shop”.

Tyler could have predicted what would happen next but he was too preoccupied with counting the money. Kai rushed to him, bumping into his shoulder. A shot of electric pain stung Tyler’s skull. Everything went dizzy for a second.

“You keep talking, bitch”, Kai hissed, balancing his board right above her head, “and you’ll have to look for a new place to live, because I will be coming for your…” Lacer grabbed Kai by the shoulders and tried to put him in a lock. Tyler started packing his backpack really quickly, humming louder.

“We’re very sorry”, he mumbled as the can of pasta fell from his hand. It fell onto the desk and jumped, as if by magic, falling and kicking Lacer’s ankle. He screamed with pain, and Tyler thought, I’m going to die because my brain is going to explode right now.

“I’m calling the police!” Roger announced. Tyler grabbed his brother by the collar of his shirt just as Kai swung his arms to hit Lacer with his board. The other one, Matthew, managed to catch it from the other end. Tyler pulled Kai, Kai pulled his board, and ache pulled in below Parker’s eyelids.

“The police are busy looking for that Debbie boy”, Kai hissed triumphantly. In his mind, he was a funny punker, living his best life on the sunny streets of Fontana, California, where everybody appreciated the salt of his jokes.

“What fucking Debbie boy”, Matthew snarled through his teeth. Tyler pulled his brother by the neck, and they nearly fell, his board flying above their heads and ending up outside, flying right through the open doors.

“Let’s go!” Tyler yelled. “Stop it! Let go of him, he’s just going to keep making it worse!”

Roger took out his phone. Kai punched Lacer in the face with a swing. The checkout lady let out a yell. Tyler’s backpack was very heavy. Kai’s board was slowly rolling away…

Sam opened the door after the first ring: the sound of the bell irritated him big time. In fact, he’d be better off without any sounds at all. He didn’t enjoy music and especially music Tyler produced; he was highly irritated by his screaming and shouting every other day. He didn’t like the sound of rain, when the drops were beating on the window sills from every side. He didn’t like it when the phone rang so he always had it on mute and made his brothers turn the notifications off. There was nothing more soothing, less disturbing, than silence. In that, he could properly think. Sometimes it seemed to him that Kai and Tyler created all this noise just to distract him from something, to stop him from pondering.

“Good news”, Kai said with a wide smile as he came into the corridor, pushing the youngest with his shoulder, “we bought everything and I had a rush of adrenaline, so I can stay up all night. Tyler’s gonna give you the bad news”. He took off to the kitchen, apparently, hungry again.

“We’ve been banned from the local Walmart, all three of us, and Mum and Dad, too”.

Sam frowned with the expression of pain on his face. He looked at Kai’s back as the oldest stood by the fridge, looking deep into it. “What has he done this time?”

“He was skating inside, and then he threatened to… what exactly were you going to say to her?” Tyler took off his backpack and stretched his shoulders.

“Eighteen plus, I’m afraid”, Kai’s neck bent to the right, then, to the left, snakelike. Sam looked at Tyler with his big, ever confused coffee eyes. His brother shrugged.

“Oh, and also, there were police cars at Teddy’s house”. This was an alerting line which usually worked well. Sam wasn’t the only faulty machine in the family; he wasn’t really afraid of Malachai who was clear enough. He liked to inflict pain, and that was that. He also had quite a temper, something that Sam disapproved of. They both moved into the kitchen, watching their brother’s back carefully. Muscles under his shirt were tense.

“So? I thought his name was Debbie”.

“Debbie’s a girl name, short for Deborah”, Sam said. Kai turned to them, eyeing them innocently.

“So, what do you want from me? I saw the police cars, too. So, his mum is searching for him, there’s nothing we can do about it. I guess some people do have parenting instincts after all…”

Sam licked his lips nervously. “I’m going to tell something unpleasant, so Tyler, cover your ears, because you always get hurt in your head when we discuss killing people…” Tyler rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

“Did you hide the body properly?”

Kai’s smile stretched on his face, but his eyes stayed cold, as they always were. “Yeah. It’s in your room, right in your bed… there’s never anyone anyway, Samson…”

Sam exhaled through his nose. “Really?! Why would you do that, you moron? He’ll start to smell!” He was about to run upstairs.

“Cluster! Cluster, Sam”, Tyler whooped. Sam stopped, all ruffled up like a baby bird, eyes wide.

“It was a joke?”

“Yes, he’s pulling your leg”.

“Oh”, Sam patted himself on the chest and returned to the kitchen space slowly, “good thing we have cluster. Good on us”.

They stood, all three of them, around the table, Kai’s jaws moving as he was chewing on something. Tyler’s headache returned again and started drilling his brain. “They are gonna come though”, Kai added, “the cops. So, don’t forget to put Sam away, or he’ll blurt out that his brother killed little Debbie boy”.

“Teddy. His name was Teddy, and he was fucking twelve”, Tyler growled, enraged, “don’t you think you aim low? Got no guts to take on somebody your weight?”

Kai’s eyes narrowed, just like when the checkout lady started lecturing him. His white triangle face became completely snakelike. Not once did Tyler think that his brother was something in between a human and a beast. What did it make him, then? And the youngest?

“Next time try to get offended by older people in my weight category then”, he uttered, “it’s not like I choose them myself”.

Sam sighed.

“Oh no”, Tyler warned him, “do not sigh like that”.

“What did I do?” Sam got frightened.

“You sigh like this and drop your eyes when you think Kai’s got a point. When in reality, he’s just always looking for excuses to explain his urge to…”

Tyler pressed his lips together. He could hear his own voice, tender and a bit rusty, nothing like manly timbre of his older brother, altogether sturdy, like a stone. “Kill”, he helped. “Spell it for me”.

His eyes were dead set on Tyler. Kai could see his younger one melt, his face, his round chin with black paint smudged on it, his half-opened mouth.

“K-I-L-L”, Sam went obediently.

“Not you; the screamy boy”, Kai brushed him off; Sam sat down on a chair like on command. Tyler took a step back.

“You keep reproaching me, little brother, forgetting that half of them went down because of you”.

Kai clicked his tongue, the frozen feeling of the kitchen filling him like fresh, hot blood. He had Tyler in his right palm and Sam, in his left. Maybe because he wanted to destroy them. Maybe because he wanted to protect them. He could see the change in Tyler’s face, every other time he would find strength to withstand him. Tyler manned up, getting that dark, hard matter all over his aura that made him a Parker. He straightened his shoulders, and clenched his jaws but still managed to speak.

“You can’t keep killing people, Kai, I’m amazed we even have to talk about this. You know, other idiots, like you, they go through smoking or death metal phases, but you take your late maturation to all new levels…”

He had him at “like you”. There was nobody like him, not even his brothers. There was him, Malachai Parker, and his copies, good in their ways, but not quite like him. He took a deep breath. He couldn’t hurt his boys, not them. He had to remind himself. For some curious reason, of course, they were the ultimate goals. Of course, you get the most pleasure out of hurting those whose screams actually hurt you in return. But Kai also knew he wouldn’t be able to go on without them, the screamy guy and the youngest. He, the ripper. Needed his brothers. So, be gentle with them.

He grabbed Tyler by the collar of his shirt, just like he’d been grabbed himself, earlier. Brother’s eyes went blank as pain, so strong Kai could feel it, sprang to his closeted mind. Sam covered his head with his hands.

“Don’t”, Kai pushed Tyler to the table and collided him with the countertop, hitting the small of his back. Tyler’s hands crushed into his, trying to unlock his fingers, but Kai had a killer’s clutch like a bulldog. “Don’t ever tell me what I can’t do and never”, he put his face so close Tyler could smell sweet mint in his breath, “compare me with others, screamy boy”. Tyler changed his tactic. He put down his hand and punched Kai in the stomach. The oldest gasped, letting go of him, and bent in half. Sam was watching through his fingers, one curious eye transfixed on the scene.

Kai took a breath and watched his brother, four inches shorter than him, in his stupid yellow hat, preserving his crazy head in the warmth of May. And started laughing. “You punch like a babe, Ty”.

Tyler was fuming. “Should’ve left you there. Let the cops come and take you in for behaving like a goddamn idiot every time we go to public places. Let them question you about what you’ve been doing late nights for the last four months”.

Kai’s smile was fainting as he was deep in his thought. “Yeah, and what you two would do if I went to”, he bit his lower lip, “jail?”

“Oh”, Sam growled, “Tyler, he can’t go to jail, he’s the only one who’s of age…”

“Cluster”.

Tyler wanted to add something else, but he suddenly felt drained. He hated Kai sometimes. The oldest sniffed in the dirtiest manner and smirked. “Imagine this house without me” he simply said. Tyler did. He felt nothing. His headache was killing him more than anger with Kai.

“Go lay down”, Kai suggested, watching his face go very pale. “Are you going to puke?”

“If only because of you”, Tyler grumbled, turning his heavy body, and scuffed away into the living room.

Kai’s eyes darted to Sam, who put his both palms flat on the table as if feeling it. He expected the youngest to burst out in confusion again on how Kai’s physically unable to make someone vomit without touching them. But the boy was silent, looking back with the most loyal eyes Kai’s ever seen. Sometimes Sam looked so well-behaved he got the urge to pat his brother on the head. And he thought, damn mammals, all fluffy and doe-eyed, that make you want to stand up for them and defend them out of their cuteness. All the more incredible how Tyler was able to mutilate animals. If only Sam was a baby owl, Tyler would’ve butchered him long time ago.

[absolutown]

Tyler Joseph X Reader 🇺🇸

You were at your best friend Tyler Joseph's house, watching a movie in the living room. He was sitting next to you on the couch, with one arm resting on the back and the other holding a bowl of popcorn. You felt comfortable with him; after all, you had been friends since childhood. But lately, you had been noticing that he was acting differently around you. He looked at you more intensely, touched you more frequently, and made comments that made you feel awkward.

"So, are you enjoying the movie?" he asked, smiling sideways.

"It's… it's nice," you replied, keeping your eyes on the screen.

"Just nice? I thought you'd love this romantic comedy. Aren't you a fan of this genre?"

"I am, but…" you hesitated, not knowing how to explain that you couldn't concentrate on the movie because of him.

"But what?" he insisted, leaning closer to your face.

You felt his warm breath on your cheek, and you shivered. He was so close that you could see his brown eyes shining and his rosy lips forming a mischievous smile.

"But nothing," you said, trying to move away a little.

"Oh, come on," he said, holding your chin with his free hand, making you look at him. "You can tell me anything. We're best friends, remember?"

"I know, but…" you started to stammer, feeling your face turning red.

"But you're hiding something from me," he concluded, furrowing his brow. "What is it? Did I do something to upset you?"

"No, it's not that," you denied, nervously.

"Then what is it?" he asked, bringing his lips even closer to yours.

You felt your heart race, and your breath faltered. Was he about to kiss you? And worse, did you want him to kiss you? You couldn't let this happen. He was your best friend, and you didn't want to ruin your friendship because of an impulse.

"Tyler…" you murmured, trying to push him away.

"Shh…" he whispered, pressing his lips against yours.

You were frozen for a moment, unable to believe what was happening. He was really kissing you. And it was a soft, sweet, and affectionate kiss. You felt a wave of warmth rush through your body, and a feeling of happiness filled your chest. You couldn't resist any longer and kissed him back, parting your lips to welcome his tongue. He let out a soft moan and embraced you around the waist, pulling you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck and surrendered to the moment.

He broke the kiss and started planting little kisses all over your face until he reached your ear.

"I love you," he whispered, lightly nibbling on your lobe.

You shivered, and a smile spread across your face.

"I love you too," you confessed, looking into his eyes.

He smiled back and kissed you again, with even more passion.

You didn't know how this had happened, but you knew it felt right. He was your best friend, but he was also your love. And you didn't want to hide it from him anymore.

[its-a-snood-silly]

An AU, where Wednesday wasn’t healed by Goody after being stabbed by Joseph Crackstone

(rest of this story is posted on my wattpad!)

*For background context*

After helping her win the Poe Cup, Enid had begun to grow an attachment to Wednesday. She had always tried to brush it off, saying it was just a normal friendship attachment feeling, but she knew deep down that it was more than that. Wednesday could feel it too, but would never allow herself to embrace the feeling. The two spent the days leading up to the night of the battle ignoring their feelings towards each-other.

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The dagger comes at Wednesday so quickly that she doesn't have time to recoil or react to Crackstone's sudden motion. "Now burn in the eternal fires of Hell," Crackstone spits in Wednesday's face, his expression darkened with such a deep, evil presence that makes even Wednesday feel taken-aback.

A gasp escapes from Wednesday's lungs as he twists the blade in further. Hot. Burning, no— Seething pain. Excruciating.

Crackstone retracts the blade, causing Wednesday's body to protest; Every alarm sounding in her nervous system that lethal injury has occurred. Panic perks up every goosebump that her body is capable of producing, bile rising to the back of her throat.

Wednesday stumbles back, her spine eventually finding a wall to collapse into. She slides down the wall until she slumps onto the cold floor of the crypt that will soon be known as her final resting place. Black specks begin to cloud Wednesday's vision.

"Sweet dreams, Wednesday!" she hears Thornhill call out, and in that moment Wednesday swears she could kill Thornhill with the anger in her gaze alone, if she wasn't suffering this damnation that is mortality.

Dying doesn't feel nearly as exhilarating as Wednesday had imagined. This feeling is cold, nothing like the sweet embrace she had once pictured. The black specks in her vision are growing as Wednesday begins to think of what this means.

She was meant to be the savior of Nevermore. She was the one to finally piece together the puzzle of all the recent murders, to have found what was hiding at the Gate's mansion, to have the Master of the Hyde revealed. All of it meant nothing now. Thornhill will win. Nevermore will be destroyed, exactly how this pathetic pilgrim envisioned so many years ago. Heat rises up the back of Wednesday's neck and into her face at the thought. She grits her teeth. For a second, the black specks subside.

Wednesday thinks of Eugene. Of how there would be no justice for him. Everything he went through because of her. The heat in her face turns into what feels like a boiling point.

Finally, of all people, Wednesday thinks of Enid. How Wednesday put her through such deception to go to the Gate's mansion with her to look for some sort of evidence. How she put Enid in danger when Tyler tried to chase them out as the Hyde. The memory of Enid leaving Wednesday in their dorm room alone out of anger replays in Wednesday's mind.

The boiling anger spills over, and Wednesday lets out a scream. A shockwave of nerve rushes through her body, and the pain in her abdomen lowers to a manageable level. She stands on shaky legs, letting out another scream as the stab wound begs for mercy from the adrenaline fueling her to get up. She stands fully, giving her lungs time to catch up. It all hits Wednesday at once. The inconsolable rage in every atom of her being.

She picks up her legs, putting one foot in front of the other, the adrenaline flowing at full force. She can feel the blood seeping through her clothes, running down her legs, but in this moment, it doesn't matter. Too many people deserve justice over everything that's happened at this school, and Wednesday fully intends to serve it.

Wednesday breaks out into a sprint, her feet pounding on the ground of the woods in the direction of Nevermore. But something doesn't feel right. She slows down and pauses, trying to make sense of what feels off. Then it hits her — literally. Wednesday is thrown up against a tree by her neck. It's the Hyde. Tyler.

It opens its mouth to let out a growl, but is cut off by the sudden impact of another being slamming into it. The Hyde loses its grasp on Wednesday and she falls, hard, onto the ground beneath them. A shooting pain goes up and around her abdomen. Wednesday lets out a harsh breath. She has to refocus her vision, threatened by the black specks once again, but once it refocuses, Wednesday is shocked by the being that has come to her rescue.

It's not some being, it's a wolf. A werewolf, with pink and blue coloring streaking its fur. Her eyes widen. "Enid?" she whispers, the werewolf meeting her gaze. Enid's eyes soften. In this moment, Wednesday feels a sudden feeling of what she can only describe as comfort. But the feeling is cut short by the memory of the situation they're currently in.

Wednesday looks up to see the Hyde sprinting full force at Enid. "Enid!" Wednesday yells just as the Hyde slams into Enid. The two of them go into a full attack against one another. "Enid..." Wednesday thinks, a sense of worry rising in her chest. As much worry as it brings her, Wednesday knows that Enid can handle this. She has to.

Wednesday hesitates, but finally wills her legs to pick up the sprint again. "I have to get back to the school!" Wednesday yells, hoping Enid understands why she has to flee. She can't think about it, about her. All of the suppressed emotions that've been building between her and Enid are starting to burst at the seams.

"She'll be okay. She has to be," Wednesday whispers to herself as she trudges on towards the school, the black specks threatening once again.

*The scene of Wednesday defeating Crackstone plays out, Wednesday growing paler than her usual from the blood loss, but the adrenaline in her body keeping her strong and upright.*

The entirety of Nevermore students are huddled together in the woods, where Bianca and the other sirens led them. Enid soon meets up with them, in nothing but her pink coat, the only article of clothing that managed to survive the transformation. She's covered in blood, her face cut up from the claws of the Hyde. A hard fight, her first fight, but a fight that she'd won. She was able to escape, leaving Tyler unconscious.

She looks around, looking for the familiar face that had been the reasoning for her wolfing out. "Where's Wednesday?" Enid lets out, unable to hide the concern in her voice. Everybody exchanges glances with one another, but nobody has an answer for her question. That can only mean one thing, right?

Enid lets out a gasp, taking steps back while trying not to think the unthinkable. Tears threaten to fall from her eyes. In that moment, she wanted to collapse onto the ground and cry. "It was all for nothing," she thinks. Just as she feels her knees beginning to fold, something causes her to look up. Her heart skips a beat.

In the shadows of the trees, a shadow emerges. Slowly, the shadow develops features. Two braids, a small but strong frame, and the darkest eyes you could imagine. Wednesday!

Enid quickly runs towards her, knocking her entire body into Wednesday, not caring that she's committing the unthinkable by touching her. Enid gives Wednesday the tightest hug she can muster.

"Enid."

"Wednesday!"

"Ee...n..nid....."

"Wednesday?"

Enid looks up, immediately sensing something is wrong. Then she sees it. Any life that Wednesday could've possibly had in her face prior to today was now gone. Pale couldn't even begin to describe it. Her eyes are no longer their usual cutting darkness. They're glazed over and unable to focus on anything. Her lips are so white they could almost be blue.

"Wednesday? Are you..." Enid starts to question, but her eyes peer down enough to notice how blood-soaked every square inch of fabric on Wednesday's body is. "Oh my god-" she exclaims, her eyes then catching on the rip in the middle of Wednesday's uniform. "Oh my god!" Enid screams, realizing the rip has to be from a knife.

Enid felt Wednesday's weight fully falling into hers, causing Enid's reflex to catch Wednesday by the back of her neck and the bend of her knees. There is no resistance. The entirety of Wednesday's weight is in Enid's arms, with Wednesday now unconscious in Enid's embrace.

"HELP! PLEASE OH MY GOD, HELP!" Enid screams loudly, her voice cracking under the strain.

Yoko and Bianca rush over first, offering to help with the weight of carrying Wednesday, but Enid refuses. Tears were fully streaming down her face at this point. "Please just come with me to take her to the infirmary, PLEASE!" she cries.

Bianca and Yoko share a worried glance with one another, but comply as they begin following Enid in the direction of the school, their hands offering support by resting on Enid's shoulders.

A tired graveyard shift nurse is sitting at the front desk of the infirmary. "Do you kids know what time it is? I'm sure you all just drank too much alcohol as per usual, just go ba—" the nurse stumbles on the end of her sentence the second she finally glances up at the bloodied students standing in front of her. "Ohh... Oh! Oh my. Oh my!" the nurse exclaims while rushing out of her chair and lunging to hit the "Staff Assistance" button on the wall. A bell chirps above, causing a group of four other infirmary workers to rush in.

Enid begins to sob harder than she ever has before. "Please, please help her. I need her to be okay, please help!" Enid sobs so hard she begins to gag.

Two nurses lift Wednesday out of Enid's arms and swiftly onto a gurney. Another nurse quickly moves a trash can to catch the vomit that comes out of Enid's mouth quicker than Enid can even process that she's getting sick.

The repeated motion of retching cause a deep exhaustion to wash over Enid's body, and she grows weak in the knees. "Don't you go out on me too. Here, sit," Nurse 2 commands while pulling a wheelchair behind Enid. Or maybe it's Nurse 3. Enid couldn't tell anymore. Everything has become a blur.

"Is this what shock feels like?" She wonders to herself. Enid notices the room is starting to darken. "Wednesd... wenssd...." Enid tries to call out, but the exhaustion of everything that's happened takes over, pulling her into the darkness.

[marinavarshavskaia]

Tyler Joseph is a genius

I’ve been studying psychology and personality types for a while now (maybe 5 or 6 years), and his personality is insanely interesting to study and observe.

He has always been sort of like a mystery to me. I tried to type him, i tried to study his interviews, but nothing really seems to connect in my head. He really reminds me of my sister, who is just a few years younger than him. They’re both quite emotional and they have this hidden anger within them, but they really try to hide their emotions behind this metallic ass bombastic ass “no one can break” ass shell. They’re also both quite aloof?? I guess. I used to think it was a bad thing, now i think that it’s not really a crime for someone to be aloof if u just treat it like a personality trait. As u grow and evolve, you actually learn that we all have shitty personality traits that, if not toxic, can be accepted. Not by everyone, i guess, but by some.

It also seems to me like Tyler has a VERY strong tendency to daydream constantly. I noticed that people that are very aloof tend to be like that, cause they are not 100% connected to reality. When u daydream all the time, people turn into shadows that just float around u, and it becomes very hard to connect with them and view them as real human beings. So i don’t think that he wants to be mean towards others, he’s just really not present enough.

His imagination can influence his personal life badly, but it also helps him with his art, which is fantastic, honestly. Sometimes u should sacrifice some aspects of your life to become the greatest. Maybe it’s naive of me to think so, maybe it’s the truth, i honestly don’t knowowowoowowowwow😭

But what makes him stand out is his strong sense of identity. His identity is so present that u can literally see him in a gigantic crowd within a few seconds, and it has nothing to do with his appearance. Sometimes someone’s energy is so strong that they just can’t help it, they’re always separated by it from other people. I also feel like even though he wants to be seen as someone who’s “cold” or “tough”, his warmth is extremely visible to literally everyone. He is a lot more feminine than masculine, and it seems to be one of his insecurities. It’s hard for him to accept his soft spot, his warmth and his feminine side, which is a lot bigger than his masculine side. Maybe it’s just my opinion, idk.

He looks inward a lot. He looks inward so much that we basically almost never hear about his exterior world in his songs and in his interviews. People connect to him because of it. The more insincere u are, the more u try to write songs like you’re part of some sort of morally superior movement, and your identity is literally non-existent. What’s unique about Tyler Joseph is the fact that he didn’t start as a musician with some sort of idea of a group he could be a leader of, he only wrote about his own experiences and thoughts, looking inward. His identity came first, other people’s struggles second. It’s how it’s supposed to be, honestly. People cannot relate to u if u don’t understand who the hell you are as a person. And it’s not even selfish to put yourself first in that regard, that’s absolutely ok.

I think that Tyler is one of the greatest artists out there. I love him and his loyal fan base. He deserves his success, his influence on people’s lives is undeniable, and his music literally saved my life at one point.

Thanks for putting up with my insane rant🥺❤️

[klonnieshippersclub]

Looking at your last reblog I never peeped Michael Trevino’s eyebrow lift and side gaze at Joseph pushing Klonnie…can you imagine Tyler being forced to be the wingman for Klaus?

Suddenly, I'm feeling creative. I haven't written a drabble or a fic concept in a while. I couldn’t help but try this as a prompt. First, check out my previous ask here (TLDR: Klaus and his inner wolf being thirsty as hell for Bonnie) on the inspo behind this post:

Red Moon, Red Roses

Klaus watches her. His eyes follow her every move. The Bennett witch doesn't know he's there (or does she?), but he makes note of all his observations in his mind. What started his sudden fascination with her? It was Rebekah and a throwaway remark about her friends needing Bonnie more than she needed them. It was true. Without her, they had nothing. With the distance growing between Bonnie and her friends, his world was filled with possibilities. Could he recruit her? Attack her? Charm her? Kill her? Seduce her?

He lies to himself about not knowing what he wants from the girl. His inner wolf was screaming at him. It was the night of the red moon that he crawled himself to her. He fought his wolf, but Klaus couldn't resist the siren's call. Those golden eyes trailed her every move. The girl- The woman wore a long, thin nightgown and gently applied lotion to her body. He could practically smell her skin. Roses.

He knew the truth. Bonnie was his heart's desire. Klaus' wolf wanted nothing more than to knock on her door, but he couldn't. The vampire kept him away. He couldn't do it. He refused to be rejected and be unwanted again. Before leaving, he plucks a flower from her garden (the same one she used to make perfume). He drags himself home and finds himself being questioned by his hybrids in the morning. Where was he? He wouldn't tell them. It wasn't until Tyler suspiciously commented that he smells like Bonnie that Klaus' hopes rise.

Tyler was her friend. They weren't particularly close, but Bonnie cared for him. Klaus remembered her concern when he turned the Lockwood boy. Tyler was not a threat to him as a potential rival for his beloved. However, he could be an asset. Tyler was Klaus' way in. The wolf was his chance to be closer to Bonnie. Tyler would help him willingly or not. The football player reluctantly agrees to assist Klaus in his pursuit of Bonnie. Tyler knew it would be hard to convince Bonnie to give the Original a chance, but he'd do anything to keep Klaus from looking at Caroline.

Watch out, Bonnie. Klaus is coming for your heart.