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.”
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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.
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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.
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I could do it with my eyes closed
Idea I had with Tyler using the lyrics from Eyes Closed by Imagine Dragons
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I just had a horrible realisation, what if in oldies station tyler uses/references lyrics from rab or even worse from no phun intended…
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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 ❤️
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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
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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)
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(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.•••
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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
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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.
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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.
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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🥺❤️
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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.
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BPP, can you allow me to confess something here? Sorry in advance for the long ask.
I'm in my mid-thirties and Jimin is my forever bias because I see my story in him. When I was younger I used to love singing. I had a beautiful voice with a very wide range, sang in a choir, was even invited to sing for pay when I was 9 years old. I'd sing everywhere and it was my best hobby. I couldn't imagine not singing. I wrote songs in my diary and would sing them to a few friends. But I didn't train my voice. I didn't even know that was something people did. It just seemed like a natural talent I had. By the time I entered college, I noticed my singing range had shrunk. While in school I didn't have many chances to sing in bands and sharing a room with classmates made it hard to sing. By the time college was over, my voice had nearly completely left me. I'd try to sing, but it wouldn't sound right and it would hurt. I started getting more and more self conscious and my confidence has taken a big hit. I try not to remember what I used to sound like in my teens and have made the best of my singing voice now. I know vocal aging happens to everybody, especially people who overuse their voices too early, but it doesn't lessen the silent inferiority I feel. I still sing as a hobby but can only do so in a smaller range though I still haven't gotten vocal training which is expensive for my lifestyle time-wise.
In 2020 I got into BTS through BE album. The voice on Fly to my Room sounded very unnatural, like a fairy and I gravitated to it immediately. I learned it belonged to Jimin and going back in time through BTS albums, the change in voice was jarring. I know this change was deliberate by him based on what I know about singing style and technique. Jimin has been getting regular voice training for some time now. But changes like that come at a cost. When I see him be a little unsure, I recognize the feeling too.
When you said Jimin is your best vocal in BTS, I fell a little in love with you. The way you explained his voice tells me you might intuitively understand all the changes both he and me have made. I'm assuming a lot of things but I just want to say thank you for loving his beautiful defiant voice. He might not be your bias, but I don't see even Jimin biases talk about his vocals the way you do. Jimin inspires me to keep singing and to love my voice in every way. Can you pls talk about this vocals through the years if possible somehow?
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Hi Anon,
No worries about the long ask. I'll try to keep my response a bit shorter (though I'm hardly ever successful at that so we'll see lol).
Thank you for sharing what you did, and I doubt you're alone in having that experience.💜 I'm not really sure where I'm going with this reply yet, but I want to start with one fact:
Jimin has always had an unusual tone to his voice.
I'm not a vocal coach or anything so I probably can't explain this properly, but the first time I heard Jimin sometime in 2013, his tone reminded me of a teen rock singer, but not really... like if you combined Pink's voice with Justin Beiber's (say whatever you like about the guy but he's got good tone and knows how to use it), and then added something else. Something... metallic and throaty - just a hint of it.
Like if Brandi Carlile was a teen boy from Busan with a slight lisp and no vocal training.
At the time I didn't take much note of it, but over the years, his vocal tone and the way he's deliberately manipulated it into what's evolved to today - distinctly Jimin but akin to a merger of Taka, Mitch, and Tyler Joseph's voices, has cemented Jimin as one of my favourite singers.
Jimin's voice has always been unusual for k-pop. It was true in 2013, 2015, 2018, 2020, and it's true today, and all you need to confirm this is listen to any record from that time and compare it with anything else. For example, you can compare his vocals in his cover of Perfect Man with the vocals in the original (SM-trained vocalists).
[BTS devoured, but Jimin is a completely different beast here. You can listen to other covers as well. Nobody sounds like Jimin.]
I believe you're right about how his initial lack of training combined with the stylistic choices he pursues (which are difficult to execute sometimes as main dancer), has impacted his confidence over the years. But I don't think Jimin is insecure about his vocals the way he used to be years back. BigHit failed to provide support in 2012/13, but he's been steadily getting training at his request since at least 2017. You put Jimin on a song and that man will sing. He might not have the best technical proficiency, and there’s always room for improvement of course, but he's more than good enough.
Criticism of vocals, both fair and unfounded, is something that has always been thrown at Jimin. Like I've said before, his voice tone is already unusual in k-pop, and so people raised on/used to the k-pop way of singing (usually defined by coaches at SM who have saturated the industry for decades), have never really known how to think of him as a vocalist within the k-pop paradigm. I mean, even back then when his tone wasn't as stylized as it is now, people couldn't really place his voice, and now I often hear some complain about how oddly piercing he sounds sometimes.
But that's exactly one of many things I find addictive in Jimin's vocals. He is very much a rock vocalist, and likely will always be, so I hope he gets more opportunities to flaunt and obliterate the expectations of what a male vocalist from Korea should sound like.
Basically, I want more of Set Me Free Pt 2.
On Set Me Free Pt 2, he ratchets up that metallic quality to sound completely unhuman. It's like all the criticisms about vocals completely lose meaning when the voice isn't even trying to sound human-like. It's perverse and subversive.
A decade’s worth of criticism on his vocals, on that song he said fuck it all.
Like... Jesus.
I inject that song into my veins every. single. day.
I need Jimin to fuck it all to hell, one more time in 2023, for my sanity.
I need him to be his full inhuman self, to render me speechless and senseless with his vocals and I'm not even fronting. In fact, thank you for telling me you like how I talk about his vocals, because most times I'm toning down how I feel, what his voice does to me.
Anyway, I occasionally see people concerned for his voice, k-pop stans who think he can't sing, and I could not give a shit if you paid me to. Like, please give me the voice cracks, give me the tight high notes, give me that shit. I listen to Aretha Franklin, Rod Stewart, Beck, Stevie Nicks, Pink, Taka, Nina the goddess, Ray Charles, Brandi... like please, Jimin has great company. He's beyond the precise, predictable, and formulaic singing done in k-pop and mainstream pop. In my fucking opinion.
Anyway, I hear what you're saying about the difference in voice between Fly to my Room and say, Jump. I hear the fear in your ask. But Jimin is still more than capable of creating the voice from their earlier years. His voice has changed, yes, but it's matured too. For example, the way he sounds in that Perfect Man cover, is very similar to how he sounds in Face Off, IMO. The only difference is his tone is somehow more delicate, expressive, and intentional.
Lol oh lord I've rambled.
Okay, some clips of my faves from him, for kicks.
One of my all time favourite Jimin vocals, what I consider to be the epitome of pop/rock vocals by BTS, is his voice in Danger.
(MMA 2019 gave us so many gems)
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Then there's Jimin in Magic Shop. His brightness and clarity of voice is really heard at 1:17.
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And because this post is kinda long already, here's Alone.
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Anon, please keep singing. Your voice is the one thing you should never surrender. Jimin will keep singing too.
Thanks for stopping by. :)
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what time is it? it's eah no-name-headcanon-time #17
fair warning this is still within my darker versin of EAH headcanons so if you find those topics uncomfortable then maybe check out some of my other posts instead :)
Faybelle absolutely would love Janice from Mean Girls while simultaneously have incredible respect for Regina's scheming
Apple does not know how to do "regular people things" like pump gas or how to work a stove
Cerise and her mom have a bunch of livestock and small gardens with food around their house, a real off the grid lifestyle
Dexter loves loves loves eating oreo cookies with creme cheese because he swears it tastes like cheesecake, but he won't eat actual cheesecake (the first part was inspired by my friends dad)
Briar has to have her friends come to the doctors with her because despite being afriad of close to nothing, she is afriad of needles, for obvious reasons
Sometimes Briar wakes up in random places with no memory of what happened, sometimes from a bad sleeping/fainting episode or from a drug she took to fuel her need for adrenaline
Rosabella always has Briar's location on so she can see where she is at all times because of how often Briar has one of those moments ^^
One of the scariest things that can happen to a faerie in the eah world is having your wings cut off. Because of this, Faybelle and Farrah are extremely aware of their wings at all times and HATE when someone touches them
Hunter gets physically and violently sick when he sees dead animals or had to go hunting with his dad
Sparrow is, to the surprise of many, not that into drugs or alcohol. He's worried a lot about what it would to do his voice (I imagine him to sound like Tyler Joseph)
A lot of the athletes at the school (Justine, Duchess, Hunter, Cerise, Lizzie, etc.) miss classes because of physical therapy appointments
A larger amount of royals comapred to rebels go into emergency care or varying therapy sessions (mental health, physical health, emotional health,) due to all the unhealthy coping mechanisms they resort to while being pressured to follow destiny (Briar unfortunately holds the record for hospitilizations)
On a lighter note, Ginger likes to make care packages with Maddie full of baked goods and soothing teas for the students who have a particularly rough time like Briar
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As the dust settled and the ring clattered against the ground, Bianca’s shoulders visibly relaxed and she exhaled slowly.
But Wednesday couldn’t find respite in the defeat of Joseph Crackstone just yet. He was far from their biggest problem, he was just a momentary distraction from the real danger that had been unleashed upon Jericho and Nevermore. And the one left dealing with that danger…
“Enid,” Wednesday breathed and, without another word in Bianca’s direction — honestly, she’d forgotten the siren was there in the flash of panic that stung her veins so harshly it almost blinded her — she burst into a run, whirling through the courtyard and towards the back entrance of the school as though she hadn’t been bleeding out in a crypt less than an hour ago.
Bianca followed her without question. She had to make sure her friends were safe.
Wednesday followed the sounds of the evacuated students’ concerned voices into the woods, coming to a halt at the open wrought iron gate as her dark gaze flickered desperately from face to terrified face in the cluster of students, searching for the only person who truly mattered right now. The dim orange glow of the lamps on either side of the crowd weren’t helping as she searched for even a flash of pink or the moonlight reflecting on locks of silky blonde hair she had grown so used to seeing at her side.
Never in her life had she considered herself religious, or stupid enough to pledge her life to following the rules of beings in the sky or below the ground, but now she threw out silent prayers to whoever might be listening and waiting to claim her eternal soul, begging for Enid to have survived the clash of claws and teeth with Tyler.
Begging for them to do something about it if she hadn’t.
Wednesday knew for sure now that she indeed had a heart, however rotten it might be, as it hammered against her rib cage so hard it was becoming difficult to breathe. As the waves of students parted like the red sea, it stuttered and threatened to stop altogether as anticipation zapped through it.
Only to jump start again when her eye caught sight of a blush coat, however muted the colour may have been amongst the dirt and leaves stuck to it.
Wednesday took a hesitant step forward, no matter how desperate she was to lunge ahead and make sure it was really her, but she didn’t have to. Enid was already running to her, with the other students following close behind her.
As she drew in a deep breath of relief, the cool night air filled her starved lungs and brought life back to them. Her tense body relaxed, and she almost managed a smile as she met Enid’s azure eyes. Enid tossed herself at her, wrapping her arms tight around her waist and squeezing, and Wednesday was almost knocked back with the force of it, but she couldn’t find it in herself to shove the girl away.
In fact, when Enid stepped back on her own after a mere moment, Wednesday ached to feel her arms tight around her again. She was gone far too soon. When they were so close, she could feel Enid’s heart thumping, the warmth of her body seeping through her clothes, and the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathed — all things which confirmed Sinclair was truly alive and not some figment of Wednesday’s desperate imagination.
As she regarded Enid and took in the mess of her hair, the leaves still stuck to her even after most had blown off in the wind, and the blood covering her beautiful face — she realised it was her fault. If Enid hadn’t been protecting her, she wouldn’t be covered in blood, and Wednesday couldn’t figure out if it was Tyler’s or her own, but the usually morbid part of her was gone and she didn’t want to know. It was a strange feeling.
So many questions brewed in Wednesday’s mind — How could Enid be stupid enough to risk her life for her? Was she hurt? What happened to Tyler? How could she be stupid enough to risk her life for her? — But she couldn’t ask any of them. Not now.
All she could do now was drag her close again and shove her face into her neck, letting her eyes flutter shut as she basked in the ray of sunshine that was Enid Sinclair. She didn’t care if the whole school was watching. She didn’t care if Enid wouldn’t ever let her hear the end of it. And she definitely didn’t care if anyone found out that her ice cold heart was slowly being melted bit by bit in Enid’s presence.
All she cared about was Enid’s safety.
And she made a silent vow to keep her safe, for as long as Enid would allow.
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