#tyler joseph being a good friend

[whore-ibly-hot]

Tyler's yandere tendencies are the must apparent on the day to day. He can be jealous but not violence and he might drug you but it's in good intentions, to him at least. He's a pretty chill guy otherwise.

Until you share the food he made for YOU. He worked so hard to make that stromboli, he was delighted when you wanted to bring some to your dorm with you. Tyler sends the next day, thoughts filled of you and making you new tasty recipes why cuddling you closely on the couch. Then he sees you sharing your left overs with that fucking photo nerd Joseph. How dare you, share his hard work for you. He is trying to prove to you he can provide and keep you happy and full and your here sharing the food he worked so hard on with some gangly rat. He doesn't have it and he comes stomping over taking the food from and and goes to his dorm, skipping the rest of his classes.

Pez sees his friend upset when he gets home. Pez doesn't see it at your fault and tried to explain it to Tyler, you are just kind, it's actually Joseph's fault for using you. Tyler isn't normally the one who gets into fights but something in him snaps when he corners Joseph with Pez.

See, I don't agree with Tyler being out right aggressive or angry you shared the food, I think he'd be really sad. He'd absolutely take it personally. He loves food, and feels hurt if you have a stomach ache or a bit of a cold and don't feel like eating. If you don't finish your plate, he's worried? Is it bad? Are you starving yourself? What's the problem?

If you're sharing it with someone else, he assumes it's not that good and you're trying to pawn it off on someone else. He'll cease communications with you for a few days, and will just order food in if you come to hang with him or Pez. Pez gets fed up with it quick, feeling bad for his friend but also needing him to cook dinner again. He's tired of eating reheated bagel bites. He'll comfort his friend, try to tell him maybe you thought his food was so good, you just had to share it with others. That makes him feel a bit better.

In a suprisingly genius move, he'll learn your schedule and figure out who you hang out with and when. Then, he'll figure out what kind of foods that person absolutely hates, so they'll have to turn you down if you offer.

And that's how you end up with dozens of Tupperwares with meals for two or more and no one to share them with. Guess you better invite dumb and dumber over to share in the feast!

[inkbagel]

Okay I gotta ask: who’s Clancy?

I’ve been listening to a little bit more twenty one pilots lately just because I found a couple songs I like and I noticed the name pop up in Paladin Straits.

Is this a real person? Is there lore behind the songs? I’m dying to know, tell me their secrets /nf

OKOKOK OMGG OK SO

Clancy is a fictional character, idk if there’s actually a name for the lore other than the tøp lore but he’s from there

The guy on the left is Josh Dun/The Torchbearer, and the guy on the right is Tyler Joseph/Clancy.

Clancys the mc in the story and the Torchbearer is his kind of romantically coded best friend who’s also the leader of the Banditos! A rebel(?) group that lives outside the city of Dema.

If you go to twenty one pilots channel on yt, they have a playlist with every major lore video (but there’s plenty of extra stuff outside of that playlist that you can find on the Wikipedia, plus a livestream they did in-universe which is v pretty I love it dearly I have a link if you ever want it)

The whole story is a mediphor for battling with mental health, and tells it really well!! It’s really impressive.

The basic plot of the story is Clancy is a citizen of Dema, a large depressing city in the gorgeous fictional continent of Trench. The city is controlled by the Nine Bishops who enforce their religion upon its citizens (which is essentially telling everyone to be depressed and kill themselves) so they can “seize them” (bc the bishops can control dead bodies)

The city is nearly impossible to escape thanks to a giant concrete wall, but Clancy has escaped multiple times. Outside the wall he meets up with the Banditos (led by the torchbearer) and just kinda lives with them and is happy and loved and everything good. But Nico (the leader of the nine bishops) keeps dragging him back into Dema.

At some point Clancy becomes well known in the city for being one of like three people to escape, (and also for having a website dedicated to spreading propaganda but that part of the story gets confusing and no one really understands what happens to Clancy there) and the bishops decide to use this to their advantage by giving Clancy pink hair and pronouns and forcing him to be an entertainer.

(Side note during this arc Clancy started to flat out hallucinate the torchbearer bc he was so lonely which I think is really cute he missed his best friend so much)

Eventually Clancy escapes bc Nico is betrayed by another bishop, Keons, and gets washed up onto an island called Voldsoy where he meets the Neds!

(They look like this I couldn’t find a picture from the actual story and am too lazy to go screenshot it myself)

The neds give him the gift of their antlers which allow Clancy to control bodies the same way bishops do!

Another side note, the REAL torchbearer has the Jesus-like power of controlling Clancy’s hallucination to “guide” Clancy to places he needs to go (he guided Clancy to the Neds and also guided him back to the Banditos later)

After Clancy meets back up with the banditos (and more importantly the torchbearer), they all prepare for a final battle with the bishops and go fight them. This is where for the bajillionth time the lore gets confusing.

This happened in the finale which btw, right before releasing the video, Tyler Joseph (lead singer) said “let me ask you, do you think this is the end?” Bc this most recent album was supposed to be the finale to the story but now he’s acting cryptic about it? So a lot of people are torn on if we’re getting more lore or not (I think we definitely are esp after what they’re doing with the world tour)

But basically in the finale all the Banditos fought the Bishop controlled zombies outside the walls of Dema so Clancy could sneak in undetected and take out the bishops, and he takes down most of them but right at the last second Nico grabs Clancy by the neck and starts talking to him and then Clancy opens his eyes to stare Nico down and send a message that he’s not afraid of him anymore and the screen cuts to black.

Once again this is supposed to be the end of the lore. A lot of ppl are assuming Clancy is dead rn but now that the tøp world tour started there’s more lore involving different characters writing letters to each other. This is so far unrelated aside from the fact that they all talk about Clancy inspiring them to take action.

All the albums after Vessel are based on the story. They’re supposed to all be in the pov of Clancy (ofc) and if you look closely at the lyrics you can catch a lot of extra lore.

Blurryface is what Nico calls himself, Trench is the name of the pretty continent they live in, Scaled and icy is an enneagram for “Clancy is dead” (which in their Christmas single they said was propaganda) and also a play on the saying “scaled back and isolated” (bc it’s the album where Clancy is kidnapped and alone) and finally Clancy, the “finale”. It’s a really cool story.

There’s a ton of extra details I left out like the significance of the color yellow but yea that’s the main story and who Clancy is :) my siblings and I have been digging up all the lore the past month and with each new tidbit I get a little more fixated on this weird cat guy hope you like this unprompted infodump

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Okay so a fic where reader is at a party where everyone else is drinking and she feel insecure about not drinking but then she realizes Tyler the most popular guy in school is also not drinking and they bond and it’s cute and fluffy 😭😭☺️☺️(probably high school Tyler!)

Drinks- Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: Peer pressure + bullying

Word Count: 1805

A/N: This took a while lmao but I think it's cute :)

The music was so loud I could barely think, and everyone was squeezed into every corner of the living room like this was the last party they’d ever get to attend. I could feel myself inching closer and closer to the wall, trying to make myself invisible. But my best friend’s voice kept popping into my head: “You’ll have fun! You’ll see! Just give it a try!” She’d said it as if she were trying to persuade me to jump out of a plane.

Apparently, high school parties weren’t much different.

I wasn’t anti-party; I just didn’t love being surrounded by people who seemed to morph after a couple of drinks. My friends were usually fine, but people I barely knew, like that guy weaving past me, eyes glassy and singing along to a song that wasn’t even playing? Not so much.

From across the room, my best friend waved at me enthusiastically, her own red cup lifted high. She pointed at me, then at her drink, making a motion like she was tipping it back. I mouthed back, ‘I’m good,’ but she just smiled and rolled her eyes, giving me a thumbs-up. She knew I didn’t drink, but somehow, she was convinced each party would be the one where I’d finally loosen up.

I sighed, scanning the room for a quiet corner. A group of girls from gym class wandered over just as I found a spot near the kitchen.

“Hey, aren’t you Y/N?” One of them smiled brightly, sizing me up. It was Stacey, with her signature red lipstick smeared across her lips and a cup already half-empty.

“Oh, yeah. I’m… I’m Y/N,” I managed, hoping they’d just say hi and keep moving. No such luck.

“Nice to see you out!” Stacey’s friend said with an amused grin. “Didn’t know you ever came to parties. And…” She glanced at my hands pointedly, eyebrows raising. “You’re empty-handed?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep things light. “Not really drinking tonight.”

Stacey’s face fell into a mock pout. “What’s that about? You’re just gonna sit in a corner and judge us?”

“Oh no, no, nothing like that,” I said quickly, feeling my face go warm. “I just don’t really… drink.”

Stacey rolled her eyes and pushed a cup toward me. “Oh, come on. Just one. It’ll help you chill out. This stuff’s practically water anyway.”

I hesitated, looking down at the drink, my palms feeling damp. I could feel my smile slipping as I searched for an answer that would make them leave without making me seem rude. The last thing I needed was for them to think I was too good for a party drink.

“Hey,” a familiar voice cut in, calm and easy. “Maybe she’s good without it, Stacey.”

My eyes snapped up, meeting the face I’d seen around the hallways all year but never this close. Tyler Joseph, with his trademark half-smile, was looking between Stacey and me like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be standing here.

Stacey’s expression shifted in a split second, from annoyed to something soft and wide-eyed. “Oh, Tyler! Didn’t see you there,” she said, voice going up a pitch. “We were just trying to help her get in the spirit, you know?”

Tyler didn’t look away from me, still smiling as if he could see straight through my unease. “I think she’s good. Right?” He looked at me directly, his voice calm, inviting me to take control back. 

I didn’t know what to say, I’d never been this close to him before. My best friend had told me they went to elementary school together and that he was cool but he’d never so much as acknowledged my existence. 

I nodded quickly, feeling grateful. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Stacey hesitated, then plastered on a grin. “Fine, fine. Your loss,” she said with a laugh that was way too forced. With a flick of her hair, she spun around and led her friends back to the chaos of the living room.

Once they were gone, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

“Thank you,” I said, glancing up at him, trying to play it cool even though my heart was beating a little faster than I’d like. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugged, leaning back against the wall next to me like we’d been friends all along. “I don’t like seeing people get pushed into things. Figured I’d step in before it got worse.”

I managed a small smile, even as I fidgeted with my bag strap. “Well, I appreciate it.”

He laughed, and the sound was warm, easy. “I know the type of girls they are. I’m honestly surprised they tried to drag you into it, though. Usually, they give up faster.”

“Maybe they just felt bad I wasn’t��� participating,” I said, rolling my eyes at the word.

He looked down at me, one eyebrow raised in interest. “So, what, you don’t drink at all?”

I shook my head. “Not really my thing. I know that sounds boring.”

“Not really.” He smiled again, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “I’m not drinking tonight either.”

That caught me off guard. “You’re not?”

He shook his head, and for a second, I thought he was joking. Tyler Joseph, the guy everyone knew, always in the center of every social gathering and somehow friends with everyone from the jocks to the theater kids. If anyone here looked like they’d belong at a party, it was him.

“Nope. Not really a fan of it either.” He leaned back against the wall next to me, crossing his arms in a way that made him look effortlessly cool. “Figured I’d just show up, hang out, and see where the night goes.”

I looked at him, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through my chest. “That’s… actually kind of nice. I didn’t think anyone else felt like that.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you’d be surprised. There’s more of us than you’d think.”

I smiled, feeling a little more relaxed as we stood there together, a bubble of calm in the middle of the loud, chaotic party. I hadn’t noticed how easy it was to talk to him. He was quiet for a moment, then nodded toward the kitchen. “Wanna go grab some soda or something? That way, if anyone else bothers you, you can at least say you’re ‘drinking’ something.”

I laughed, feeling a little lighter. “That’s actually a great idea.”

He led the way through the crowd, and as we reached the kitchen, I noticed a few people glancing our way. Not that I was surprised; Tyler seemed to have that effect on people, no matter where he went.

He opened the fridge and pulled out a can of Sprite, handing it to me before grabbing one for himself. “Cheers,” he said with a grin, tapping his can against mine.

“Cheers,” I echoed, smiling as we both took a sip. I wasn’t sure if it was the soda or the unexpectedness of this whole situation, but I felt more at ease than I had all night.

“So, what do you usually do on Friday nights?” he asked, leaning back against the counter and giving me his full attention.

I shrugged, suddenly aware of how mundane my answer sounded. “Honestly? I’m usually at home, probably reading or watching some tv.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, that sounds a lot more interesting than you’re giving it credit for. What kind of stuff do you watch?”

“Oh, you know… true crime, some cartoons, sit-coms. That kind of thing. I’m a real geek for true crime though.”

“Good to know,” he said, nodding thoughtfully. “I’ll keep you in mind next time I need a random fact for trivia night.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “What about you? You’re at these parties all the time, right?”

He shrugged. “More or less. People think I like them, but I just keep showing up because it’s what people expect, you know?”

I tilted my head, intrigued. “So you’re saying you’re not secretly the party king?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Not even close. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like seeing people. But I’d rather talk to people than… whatever this is.” He gestured to the crowded living room, where someone was now loudly belting out a song I couldn’t even recognize.

“I get that.” I took another sip of my Sprite. “Sometimes, I feel like everyone’s trying so hard to have the perfect party experience that they kind of… forget to be themselves.”

He looked at me, something soft in his gaze. “Exactly. So, why’d you come, then?”

I shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. “Peer pressure, I guess. My friend wanted me to come out. She thinks I need to get out of my shell.”

Tyler tilted his head, studying me. “Do you think that?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Sometimes, maybe. But… I think I’m okay with who I am, you know? I just don’t fit into this whole scene.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” He gave me an encouraging smile. “Maybe the ‘scene’ should fit around you for a change.”

We stood in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping our drinks. Every now and then, someone would walk by and give Tyler a curious look, clearly surprised to see him talking to someone they probably assumed didn’t run in his circle. But he didn’t seem to care. In fact, he seemed to barely notice, as if the noise and chaos of the party had faded into the background.

“So, Y/N,” he said after a minute, his tone playful, “if you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?”

I thought for a moment, tapping my fingers against the can. “Anywhere?”

“Anywhere,” he said, grinning. “The world is your oyster.”

“Alright.” I smiled, looking up at him. “There’s this little bookstore downtown. It’s tiny, but it’s open late, and they have these amazing armchairs. I’d probably be there right now, curled up with a book and some herbal tea.”

His smile widened. “Sounds like the perfect place. You know, I might have to check it out sometime.”

“You should,” I said, feeling a strange mix of excitement and comfort. “Maybe I’ll see you there.”

For the rest of the night, we stayed in the kitchen, talking about everything and nothing—favorite movies, random facts, dreams for the future. I barely noticed when my best friend texted me, asking where I’d gone, and I definitely didn’t notice when the party started to wind down. All I knew was that, for the first time at a party, I felt completely comfortable. And as Tyler laughed at one of my terrible jokes, I couldn’t help but think maybe I’d come to the right place after all.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[artist-issues]

That’s cool that you love Twenty One Pilots (they’re one of my favorite bands, too). Quick question: How do you feel about the song Heathens?

Love it. It’s genius. It’s so good.

Musically, what is better than the shotgun-cocking sound that the guitar makes? Or the fact that the sound of the instrument vaguely sounds like the phrase “WATCH IT” that is being repeated over and over, so it sounds like you're getting shot by the words themselves. Like the warning in the lyrics isn't fast enough to save you from the consequences of needing that warning in the first place.

I don’t care at all that it’s in/was commissioned for “Suicide Squad.” I totally think Tyler Joseph is too contemplative and analytical to just write a theme song for characters he didn’t create. Plus, he can’t keep his hands off double-and-triple meanings, even when he’s writing original songs. So all of that to say, I don’t think the song is just basically about Suicide Squad.

But let’s talk about the concept that is in the song.

Can I just break it down this way? Can I just tell you what I would do if I were asked to write a song (nobody would ask me that, because I’m not a songwriter) for a movie where comic book villains were the main characters, and I knew that the movie would be playing on “people sympathizing with characters that are evil?”

I mean, seriously, some of you have asked me questions that get me thinking about the trend of idolizing bad guys. I think I can imagine pretty accurately what my thought process would be if someone asked me to write such a song.

I would think about my worldview. I might be a little uncomfortable, first-blush, at having to write a song that makes villains sound cool. But then I’d think about it. I’d think about what I believe; my knee-jerk response would (hopefully) be "what does the Bible say about villains? Definitely that they're bad, and bad guys are bad, not good to emulate, and they lose." But then as I thought deeper than that I'd realize what more the Bible says: that I am a villain. Or I was, apart from Christ.

Nasty and wicked, psycho and outcasted. I belong locked up. Apart from Him, apart from everything good and pure. But I'm not apart from Him. I still live on this planet and not in heaven, but nos that I’m in Him, what am I supposed to do about people who are not—people who are still “villains?”

Remember who I used to be. Because if I don’t remember who I used to be, I’ll start thinking I’m better than them and judge them and we’ll always be divided. But if I remember who I used to be, that I used to be a villain, I can get in there and tell them “I’m like you but here’s what’s different; I know Christ.”

Oh but you know what? I can’t say it like that. Or if I do, I should be prepared to be mauled by the villains. Because that’s what they do.

Like it’s in a pig’s makeup to roll in the mud, it’s in a villain’s nature to be villainous—especially when they expect you to strike first. I remember that nature because I used to have it.

So I have to be careful how I say it. I have to step carefully. I have to convince them that we have things in common—so that I can springboard off of that goodwill, that common ground, and tell the villains about the way out of being villainous. So they don't maul me before I can get the words out.

I genuinely believe that that’s where my Christian worldview would lead me, when looking for a direction to approach the task of “make a song about villains” from.

…And then Tyler Joseph of twenty one pilots writes:

All my friends are heathens take it slow

wait for them to ask you who you know

Please don’t make any sudden moves

You don’t know the half of the abuse

---

We don't deal with outsiders very well

They say newcomers have a certain smell

You have trust issues, not to mention

They say they can smell your intentions

You'll never know the freak show sitting next to you

You'll have some weird people sitting next to you

You'll think "How did I get here sitting next to you?"

---

I mean the easy read is to say, "heathens literally traditionally means 'people who aren't Christians.'" But it can also just carry the connotations of "irreverent, villainous people." So what I'm saying is, he runs the gamut. He's friends with the heathens, but to call them that and to (as the singer) address someone outside that group, he has to be a bridge between the two. Someone who is with the heathens, but is also no longer a heathen himself. And he has to warn the newcomer, who is not a heathen but is about to be among them, of a couple things.

First, be careful. Be careful how you move and what you say.

Second, notice the similarities between yourself and the heathens; you have trust issues and you're trying to figure out the intentions of everyone around you but you'll never be able to do that ("you'll never know.") Just like the heathens are: "they say newcomers have a certain smell." The key to completing your goal is to accept that your similarities, and it's actually not so strange to be sitting among them.

Third, what is your goal? Tyler only gives two hints about why this person the song is "talking" to might be in among the heathens at all. The first hint is "wait for them to ask you who you know." Why'd he say that?

Well one, on the surface, it sounds like you'd need to name-drop someone intimidating to impress criminals. But that doesn't explain why you should wait for them to ask you. So now comes the non-surface read of that lyric, the one that takes into account everything else Tyler's written about and said: wait for them to ask you about why you're there. About the God who makes you different.

Careful, don't come in swinging your sword. You might lop their heads off when you meant to save them. You might provoke them when you meant to bring peace. They've been abused. You're similar but you don't trust each other, and they don't trust your intentions. You can't just sledgehammer them with religious words; they won't understand. They'll associate it with the "abuse."

There's no other plausible way to read that.

You can try to say "it's about becoming a member of the twenty one pilots fandom," okay, but Tyler doesn't think the fandom is touchy about who joins. At least, he doesn't overtly think that. Overtly, he's claimed to be proud of the opposite—he's always quoting that one reviewer who said "your fanbase is the most inclusive clique I've ever seen." He loves the inclusivity. So he wouldn't write a song about a group of heathens who are hard to get in with and be a part of if he was talking about his fans, I don't think.

Now.

Second hint about why the person the songwriter is "speaking" to is in among the heathens; because that's actually the person's rightful place. "It looks like you might be one of us."

I think this is another layer of meaning. Not just "you were once dead," meaning you can still remember who you were before Christ and use that relatability to earn trust. But also, there's something else you have in common with heathens.

And this is where I think you could draw a more meta-line from a listener to twenty one pilots' music. You could go; "I really like this music. But maybe I don't just like it because I can relate to the hope. Maybe I also like it because there's more of me that relates to the struggle than I thought."

Even doubt. I think one of the odd things about Tyler's fans after Blurryface was that they were identifying so much with the struggles and the doubts and the darkness...but in the later eras, there isn't as clear an answer to the dark parts. So you get the vibe that he's noticing that the "brokenness" of his fan base is becoming the loudest part. That even people who came for the hope are also coming for the identifying-with-the-darkness—the bad parts.

[9leaguesofmirrors]

My Favourite Reece Shearsmith Characters

So it's Reece Shearsmith's birthday today, so I decided to celebrate this by sharing some of my favourite characters played by this fantastically talented actor

These are in no particular order

Gregory Brewster - Him Indoors

Him Indoors is a short film about a serial killer with agoraphobia. Not only is the premise very interesting, Reece delivers a chilling yet very entertaining performance as the main character. It's on YouTube if you want to watch it, which I highly reccomend you do!

Tommy - Bernie Clifton's Dressing Room

This HAD to be on the list! Reece's performance as Tommy is heartbreaking, we watch a man seems to put-together and serious slowly fall apart and lose control of his calm façade - impeccable work

Sean Stone - Chasing Shadows

Admittedly, I don't know where the watch the full show, but I have seen clips and I knew I had to put it on this list because of Reece's portrayal of an autistic person. You can tell he put a lot of thought and research into it in order to give a realistic performance, which is a testament to his dedication and how much he truly cares about the roles he plays and who he's representing

Tyler - Riddle Of The Sphinx SPOILERS BELOW

If there's one thing Reece is good at, it's how to play a chilling villain. Everything about Tyler is unnerving and he manages to be terrifying without being loud or angry all the time. It's measured and the emotion builds and builds - fantastic work!

Joseph Lisgoe - The League Of Gentlemen

I've mentioned before that the debt collectors were underused, and I simply had to talk about how extraordinary Reece's performance as Lisgoe was. He completely dives into the roles he plays and this one was no exception, not even a light smashing on his closest friend stops him from carrying on a scene (just check out the outtakes!), he simply embodies the part and delivers a performance that terrifies the cast, crew and the audience

Laurence - Merrily Merrily SPOILERS BELOW

Merrily Merrily is an Inside No. 9 episode that I can never rewatched because of how empty it made me feel - and I mean that in the best way possible! Laurence is wracked with pain over the loss of his late partner, and Reece delivers such a subtle yet haunting performance that I don't think I'll ever stop thinking about it

Ross Gaines - The League of Gentlemen

Ross is such a fun character because of how manipulative, calculating and cold he is. Not only does it set him apart from the other inhabitants of Royston Vasey, it makes his scenes with Pauline all the more tense and entertaining - and Reece really does deliver in the role. I'm glad they decided to go with this casting choice

Aiden - Thinking Out Loud

Like with Laurence, Reece delivers a hauntingly stellar performance. What makes this one really special is that it's a monologue. There's nobody for him to bounce off of or react to, he has to reach those emotions himself. And, as always, he nails it

Ollie Plimsolls - The League Of Gentlemen

I've said before that I think Ollie is one of the most cleverly written League characters and I stand by that. As a representation of the Saviour Complex and self-righteousness of people in theatre, Ollie is a character that should be easy to hate... but because of Reece's expert comedic timing and delivery, he ends up being so funny that you can't help but laugh every time he's onscreen

SPECIAL MENTION: Gilbert - Betty Blue Eyes

Reece Shearsmith said in an interview that he wasn't a great singer. Reece Shearsmith is a liar. Don't believe me? Listen to The Kind Of Man I Am from Betty Blue Eyes and thank me later

Also, if you can find it, there's a short bootleg of him in The Producers which is good too!

Of course, this are just a few of his performances and he's never delivered a bad one - whether he's playing a comedic character like Archie in The Bill or a more serious one like in Borley Rectory. And we haven't even touched on his writing skills, I can't wait to see what he does next!

[thatdude01181]

Nephilim, a race of beings created by the union of angels and demons. They are seen as abominations, and unholy. Nonetheless one was created. His name is Y/N.

The doors to the fencing room opened as Wednesday walked in, wearing her signature black fencing outfit. She approached Bianca as Y/N watched.

*This should be good* he thought.Coach Vlad stopped the fight and had Y/N escort Wednesday to the nurses office.

"You don't have to sit and wait for me" she said as Y/N sat reading a book.

"Not like I've got anything better to do" he said flipping to another page.

She looked him up and down,and noticed his hair.

"You have white hair?"

He scoffed

"Trust me it's not a personal choice, I was born like this" he said closing his book.

"So what are you?" She asked as the nurse came and stitched up her forehead.

"I'm a nephilim, half angel half demon"

She nodded and the nurses released her.

Over the next few weeks they began to talk more, finding things in common.

When it came time for the Poe cup, he cheered for her.

He noticed Biancas friends attempting to help her cheat. He snuck up behind one and brought out Ebony.

"I don't think so cup cake" he said as he pushed the barrel into the ribs of the one known as Kent.

"This is a .45 acp, loaded with rubber rounds, it won't kill you but it will hurt like hell, do you want to test it." He asks as Kent responds by shaking his head no. Y/n then knocks Kent out allowing Ophelia hall to win the Poe cup.

As the other girls celebrate Wednesday slinks off to find a quieter place.

She runs into Y/n and he smiles.

"Why aren't you celebrating with the girls?" He asks.

"Social interaction has never really been my thing" she says making the anger demon hybrid chuckle.

After a few more weeks the two become closer, spending almost every waking moment together.

One day Wednesday knocks on Y/n's door.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asks.

"I need you to undo the spell you have placed on me." She demands

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't stop thinking about you, I cant eat, I can't sleep, you have obviously done something."

"Have you ever thought that maybe you have a crush on me?"

She stops for a moment, shed never, not once in all her years, felt this way about anyone.

"Y/n?"

"Yes Wednes...." Was all he got out as he was pulled down into a ferocious kiss.

"If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you" she says making him laugh.

"You can most certainly try"

A week later, Wednesday discovers that Tyler Galpin is the Hyde. He has Wednesday pinned to a tree stump, blood trickling from her head as Enid tackles him and fights him.

"Enid?" She asks.

The werewolf turns to look at Wednesday only to be attack by Tyler again. Wednesday makes a run for the school as Tyler pins Enid to the ground and is about to kill her when a shot rings out. The attention is turned to Sheriff Galpin and Y/n.

"Tyler, God son is that you" he said as Tyler charged, Y/n brought out Ebony and Ivory, loaded with live rounds and shot Tyler, subduing him.

Sheriff Galpin embraces his unconscious son.

"Y/n, you better get to the school before Wednesday dies."

Y/n nods as he makes a sprint towards the school. He lands on the roof of the quad as he sees Wednesday pinned to one of the tables by Joseph Crackstone.

He lands and shoots towards Crackstone and puts his guns back in their holsters.

"Fires bad for the complexion. I burn easily, never tan" he said waving his hand in front of his face.

He looks towards Wednesday holding her already bleeding shoulder as she had stopped an arrow aimed for Xavier.

"Stay here, I'll take care of this" he said taking Rebellion off his back and swinging it towards Crackstone, and beginning a full blown fight between them. It ends with Y/n cutting Crackstone staff in half and shoving the blade of his sword through his heart.

Crackstone explodes and all the fires go out. Y/n turns and sees Thornhill who was a supporter of Crackstone holding a gun.

"You brought a gun to a sword fight, probably the best decision you've made today" he said as Thornhill placed the gun to his forehead.

"I may not be able to kill all the outcasts but at least I'll be able to kill you and your little girlfriend too"she said as she pulled the trigger planting a bullet in Y/n's skull only for him to pull it out.

He knocked her to the ground as Wednesday got up and walked over to them.

"There's more of us you know, and they'll find you and kill you, just like your whore mother" she said as she looked up at him.

"Whore mother? I don't know my mother, but if you're calling me a son of a bitch you wouldn't be the first" he said as he brought his boot down into her face.

He sheathed his sword and looked towards Wednesday,who was still bleeding pretty badly.

She began to faint as he ran and caught her.

"I got you sweetheart" he said as he carried her out to the waiting ambulance.

With in the week, Nevermore had ended it's semester, students began to return to their homes for the brief break a head of them.

Xavier had the forethought that if he bought Wednesday a phone she would text him, that went no where, she only used it to contact Y/n, which infuriated the young artist.

[twenty-one-fics]

Cobwebs and flies

Tyler Joseph x reader // requested

(No warnings)

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Sundays are your favorite days, for multiple reasons. However, mostly because you don’t have to work and you never make plans on Sundays so you have a wide open 24 hours to do whatever you want with. Whether that be baking, gardening, drawing, or reading, or perhaps all of the above.

Today you started your morning with a lovely hot mug of coffee made your favorite way. You smiled to yourself as you carried your ceramic baby blue cup of goodness to the living room where you planned to watch YouTube and rot until it was time for bed.

With a sigh you grabbed your remote and took a sip of coffee as you settled in on the plush, inviting couch. It was a beautiful suede wrap around that your parents got you for Christmas that year. You scrolled through suggested videos on YouTube until you found something of interest. ‘A day in the life of a medieval peasant’ you hummed to yourself with amusement and pressed play.

Knock knock knock

Your eyes shot to your door. Who the heck is that? You’re certain you made no plans today. You never did, it was a personal rule. you set down your coffee and reluctantly made your way to the door. It couldn’t be your parents they’re out of town until next week. None of your friends would even be awake yet , let alone standing at your front door. Your heart rate began to quicken at the prospect of something being wrong or someone you loved in trouble.

You gripped the door knob , sent up a quick prayer and pulled the door open. your jaw dropped. A mix of emotions pooled In your chest and you felt a lump form in your throat.

“Tyler..”

Your voice was nothing More than a light whisper , you weren’t even sure what you said had been audible.

“Hey”

Tyler smiled shyly with a small wave of his hand. His grin grew wider as a yell escaped your lips

“TYLER?!!”

You ran out the door and flew in to his arms, your tense shoulders relaxed at the warmth of his body flush with yours. His chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths. His fingers digging in to your sides like he was afraid if he let go you might float away. You felt like you might.

“What are you doing here?? I thought you guys were on tour”

You smiled into his neck , inhaling his familiar scent. You haven’t seen him in almost a year and you missed him everyday. Tyler was one of your oldest and best friends, he was your partner in crime all through highschool. He was there for everything , your first boyfriend , your first failed test, your first soccer tournament, your first job , first highschool dance … everything. the memories flooded back to you as you looked into his chocolate brown eyes. They shimmered with…. What was that? Happiness? Adoration? Perhaps just relief , sometimes it’s just nice to see an old friend.

You pulled away from the hug first , holding Tyler at an arms length, his gleaming teeth bared as he smiled down at you , eyes searching every inch of your face.

“We are still on tour but we have a week or so in between shows and we’re in town and … I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you�� so surprise!”

He laughed as he did jazz hands

You just stood there smiling at him , you were in awe. Your Ty guy was home and took time out of his ,what you could only imagine is an insanely busy schedule, to come see you.

“Oh my gosh this is my favorite day , come on come in I’ll get you something to drink”

You all but squealed with excitement as you gestured for him to follow you inside , and he did so with a small chuckle. He was happy to see you and it was written all over his wonderful face.

“Do you have any-“

Tyler began to ask as you led him to the kitchen

“Red Bull?”

You finished with a smile , he returned the gesture with a nod

“Yes redbull”

He smiled coyly leaning against the marbled white and gray counter top , his head cocked slightly to one side as he took in his surroundings. He’d been here many times before of course , but you’d made a few small changes to the place since he’d seen it last.

“No I don’t , that stuff is literally poison for your body”

You replied with a grimace

“Still on your health kick?”

He asked , now stepping towards you as you stood in front of your refrigerator.

“Itsssss not a health kick Ty , just called taking care of yourself”

You giggled, he always picked at you about your constant strive to live a healthy lifestyle, but you knew he didn’t mean any of it , he actually admired the care and attention you put in to taking care of your body and your self.

“Always such an inspiration aren’t you?”

He chimed reaching in the fridge and grabbing a cold pressed juice

“I’ll bet you made this yourself”

He added holding up the bottle of red liquid.

You scrunched your nose at him

“So what if I did”

You retorted grabbing a water for yourself and closing the refrigerator door.

“It’s beet juice by the way , you’ve been warned”

Tyler chuckled

“I knew it”

You rolled your eyes and nudged his ribs with your elbow gently.

“Come on let’s go outside and enjoy the nice morning “

You perked up at the prospect of a cozy morning on the porch with your dearest friend. You had so many questions and wanted to know absolutely everything about all the wonderful places he’s been in the last year. You grabbed his hand without even thinking about it. You felt his fingers twitch like he was going to pull away but then he gripped your hand tightly and allowed you to pull him outside.

You both sat on a chair and just took a second to look at eachother

“You look so good Ty!”

You smiled letting your eyes fall down his figure and back up , his face reddened slightly and he waved off your comment with a small laugh that barely bubbled over his mauve lips.

“So do you (y/n). You really do”

He replied looking In to your eyes, his tongue flicked over his lips and your eyes flew to his mouth and then away again. You felt your cheeks heat and shifted your position to play off the fact that you were flustered.

“I wish you would have given me a twenty minute warning or something, I just woke up, I look like hell”

You gestures to your outfit: grey sweats and a white t shirt from highschool that had a few holes in it and splashes of paint here and there. Your hair was in a high bun and it was far too early for makeup.

“You look beautiful, wouldn’t have you any other way than you are right now. This is my favorite version of you”

He chimed, his voice was quiet but his eyes never left yours as the words left his mouth. For a moment you were speechless , for some reason this felt different. Tyler had complimented you before , tons of times but it felt heavier this time , like there was more behind it.

was it due to the fact that you hadn’t seen him in so long ? You know what they say , absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Tell me everything”

You demanded with an excited smile as you leaned back in your chair. Tyler beamed at you and shook his head.

“But I want to hear about you (y/n) how are you? What have you been doing? How’s Max?”

Tyler’s fired off questions, leaning toward you his elbows rested

on the tops of his thighs. For the first time since he’d been here , your smile fell.

Max.

How does he not know? Had you really not spoken to him about it?

“What’s wrong?”

Tyler asked , immediately picking up on the change in your demeanor.

You blinked and shook your head slightly

“Oh nothing , max and I aren’t together anymore”

You let out a sigh , like the words were heavy on your heart and saying this out loud to Tyler lifted their weight off of your shoulders.

His face fell with concern

“What happened?”

He questioned , syrupy sympathy dripping from his words.

You waved a hand in the air as if to play down the statement that was about to leave your lips

“I found him with another girl.. it was stupid..”

Your voice broke on the last word and you cursed yourself for getting emotional. This wasn’t what you wanted , you didn’t want this to still hurt you, it had been a few months now and for the most part you’ve been okay. You’ve learned how to be alone again, but saying this to Tyler, finally talking with him about it , made your heart ache and realize how much you’ve truly missed him.

You didn’t look at Tyler , you couldn’t bring yourself to do it because you felt so stupid. Tyler had had his reservations about Max when the two of you first got together, but of course you brushed his concerns off. You didn’t want to go in to your relationship with Max on negative thinking.

But Tyler’s intuition was right and you felt so so stupid.

Tyler didn’t say anything just looked at you, he didn’t know what he could say and he wasn’t the type of person to say ‘I told you so’

“I feel so stupid”

Was all you managed to get out. Your voice was hoarse and you were trying with all your might not to cry.

“Hey… no”

Tyler said standing and moving to you, he crouched in front of you and grabbed your hands , resting them in your lap.

“You’re not stupid. He’s stupid. This isn’t your fault (y/n) none of this is your fault”

He stroked your hand with his thumb , it was consistent and gentle. Tears raced down your hot cheeks, you hadn’t cried about this in a while , but Tyler always made you more emotional, he just had that affect on you. He made you feel things so intensely when he was around.

“How come my relationships never go right? Is something wrong with me?”

The question was rhetorical but Tyler held your hands tighter , he had a broken despondent look in his eyes as he gazed at you.

“Of course not, you’re perfect… I’m so sorry he did this to you (y/n) I’m so sorry, you’re the last person on this planet that deserves that. You’re such a warm and compassionate person, you’re living sunshine and the kindest, most selfless person I know , and you’re painfully beautiful. Inside and out you are absolutely beautiful”

He soothed , his voice was low and Earnest. His hands moved up to your arms as he stood and pulled you up to him wrapping you in another time stopping hug.

You let yourself cry, you let yourself be an absolute mess on Tyler’s shoulder because this is exactly what you needed to finally let go of the pain that max instilled on you.

Tyler was what you needed.

His hand moved up and down your spine with purpose , his touch was gentle and warm. You shook lightly as you sniffled wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Oh … I’m a mess”

You sighed , before letting out a pathetic self deprecating chuckle.

Tyler didn’t let you go , his lips brushed your ear as he spoke sending a jolt of hot awareness down your spine

“You are too good for him (y/n)”

He looked down at you as you swiped more tears from your eyes, trying to clean yourself up and stop all this nonsense crying. Max was done and over with , this had happened months ago and you didn’t even have feelings for him anymore. The tears were more or less therapeutic, especially here with Tyler. You needed this, this was the nail in the coffin of yours and Max’s relationship.

You lifted your head , giving Tyler a watery smile

“I needed that”

You admitted as his hand caressed your back.

“I think I did too, It’s been too long since I’ve seen you, I don’t want to wait that long ever again.”

Tyler stated as he eyed you carefully. His eyes narrowed and his brows creased slightly. You knew him long enough to know that was his thinking face.

“What are you thinking about?”

You asked poking his chest. neither of you had made a move to step away from each other. You just stood there in his arms , letting him soothe you.

“I’m here for a week, and then we’re leaving for Europe..”

Tyler began, watching you as each word left his lips. You nodded your understanding, waiting for him to continue. A slow smile curled his lips , brightening his eyes before he spoke again

“Come with us”

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A/N: hello! I hope everyone enjoyed this short one shot, I’m actually considering doing a part two but I haven’t decided yet! Please let me know if you liked it or not I love any feedback anyone has. The person who requested this was anonymous but whoever you are thank you for the great prompt.

If you would like to send in a request for me to write a fic for you please send it to my ask box

Thank you again for reading!

-💌

[stealeroflemons]

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

[abcwordsurge]

hello my good friend mx surge! what kind of music do you like/prefer, genre-wise? got any favorite songs? and then can i get some favorite lyrics? smile! and. tell me what characters/stuff the lyrics make you think of if you'd like to go that far! doesn't have to be any characters I'd know about or even any at all. i am Curious <- all /nf! do as much as you like. i love asking questions and hearing your thoughts 🫡🫡 —marley

hello my wonderful friend marley! eeee I love talking about music. this is gonna be a long one

(disclaimer: I am admittedly Very Bad at genres, so I'm gonna give you artists and maybe you can decide for yourself what genres they are)

AJR is a big one, I could talk for days about AJR. they're one of the only bands I've been to a concert for (very very good concert, very fun, very dramatic, highly recommend, they are clearly showmen, not just musicians, and that makes for entertaining shows). I'm unironically following someone on tumblr who posts ONLY AJR stuff because every time I see the name "AJR" it's like a visceral reaction that makes me grin. ooh, also Twenty One Pilots. I love then. looking forward to their new album

I listen to a lot of broadway. some of my favorites are Be More Chill, Mean Girls, Six, and Titanic the Musical, just to name a few. I love seeing live shows especially- I saw Something Rotten not too long ago, and the Nick was BRILLIANT it. was, admittedly, a high school production, but nonetheless. he danced a lot, even unchoreographed dancing in the background, just like, vibing, and it was so obvious that he was just having a good time and enjoyed being there (the actor, that is, not the character) and I just liked watching him

oh, and Sleeping at Last! I first discovered them by their Atlas: Enneagram album, because I'm a nerd and adore personality tests (I'm an INTP and a 5 in case anyone was wondering), but I've been slowly absorbing the rest of their music, and it's all so beautiful

favorite songs... hm. I can't not say "2085," the closer to AJR's most recent album, and perhaps the most emotionally devastating song they have released as of yet (which is really saying something). best lyrics from that song are undoubtedly the last bit, where they say "you gotta get better, you've all that I got," then it gets softer and the lyrics change to "I gotta get better, I'm all that I've got." HEARTBREAKING /pos. I mean, I like that part enough that I wrote a whole fic inspired by it. one of my very few angst fics. "All That I've Got," a Minnesconsin fic (link here if you're curious). by the way, the first song of that album, "Maybe Man," is also a banger, highly recommend

I love "96000" from "In the Heights" (I think it's only in the movie version, not the musical version? not 100% sure though). ooh this song makes me crazy. this song... ok. I can't talk about this song without being a bit weird about it, but stick with me. this song always makes me think of the people on the Titanic. I read a book once with fictionalized versions of a few of the Titanic's officers and crew members, and once I was listening to this song and when it got to Sonny's verse, all I could think about was how exactly it matched fifth officer Harold Lowe's vibes. it's not really the lyrics, but several of the verses just remind me of various crew members' vibes. and it's. it's just a great song

"Air Catcher" by TOP. that's another wonderful song. always makes me think of Iowa to Wisconsin, for no particular reason. best lyric is "I don't believe in talking just to breathe," which is an idea that always appealed to me

Tyler Joseph is a BRILLIANT lyricist, actually. other great lyrics by him:

"our words are loud but now I'm talking action" (Neon Gravestones)

"for us to think is to be alive / and I will try with every rhyme / to come across like I am dying / to let you know you need to try to think" (Car Radio)

"death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit" (Heavydirtysoul)

"haunted by a couple big mistakes / she covers all the dents with the way she decorates" (Redecorate)

"like an "I love you" / that isn't words / like a song he wrote that's never heard" (Shy Away)

I love "despair" by leo. always makes me think of florida talking to loui (in a queerplatonic way, of course). another great floui song is "Tightrope" from The Greatest Showman, but I picture this one as loui to florida

holy moly this is even longer than expected. I'll leave you with this for now. you've probably gotten a good grasp of my taste by now haha. thank you sm for the ask, I had a delightful time answering :D

[teale-sugarcookie]

Fighting Off the Vignette

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Fandom: Twenty One Pilots

Characters: Tyler Joseph Josh Dun Clancy (Twenty One Pilots) Torchbearer (Twenty One Pilots) Blurryface | Nicolas Bourbaki

Keons (Twenty One Pilots) Mark Eshleman Ned (Twenty One Pilots)

Additional Tags: DEMA (Twenty One Pilots) Regional At Best Era (Twenty One Pilots) Blurryface Era (Twenty One Pilots) Trench Era (Twenty One Pilots) Scaled and Icy Era (Twenty One Pilots) Clancy Era (Twenty One Pilots)

Language: English

The cycle continued. Songs, practice tours. Lather rinse repeat. It sounds monotonous and there were moments when that was the case, but something about the stage lights makes it feel worth it for that moment. There were times when this all seemed fruitless. Like failure was the only option. Maybe Chris and Nick were right to abandon ship. Was this all really worth it? Would more people leave? Would I be alone on this sinking ship? I wasn’t alone though. Through the back breaking, sweat and tears, heartache, Josh was there. He was light up like a beacon in the night, guiding me.

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The song ends and it takes a moment for the crowd of the LC to die down enough him to speak, even with the microphone in his hand. He takes a moment to think about the journey that led them to this point. Five months ago, they had sold this place out for the first time. (1)

“So, we have some news for you all.” Even before he tells them what the news is there’s already cheers. Deciding to just go for it, he speaks loudly into the mic. “We got signed to Fueled By Ramen!”(2) The cheer from the audience was somehow even louder than it had been previously and he couldn’t help but smile, the expression only growing when he felt an arm slung over his shoulder. He glances to the side, immediately making eye contact with the man next to him, wo is already beaming, his smile is so bright and excited.

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“So, we have one, maybe two months to make an album.”

“Is that an issue or …”

Tyler seemed filled with frantic energy as Josh watched him, from his place perched in the drum seat, while he walked around the room. He wasn’t pacing exactly, but he was somewhat restlessly making his way around the room, seemingly studying every inch and corner of the space that was to be their new studio for their new album.

Josh, who usually worked on his parts of the song after Tyler had come up with whatever he was coming up with, felt like this announcement could be stressful, but since his friend was rather often filled with frantic energy (See: Any performance they’ve ever done) sometimes it was hard to tell what was mildly concerning and what was just news.

“I have ideas. I have thoughts, many many thoughts.”

“Sounds good. What are they?” He pulls out a note book, filled with his familiar scrawl, some words crossed out, but for the most part legible.

“Ok, so now that this isn’t just a two-man operation I have thoughts. “

“I keep hearing about all these thoughts but I still have no idea what the thoughts are.” Tyler makes a face at him and Josh just grins in response.

“So, there’s a handful of songs I really want to carry over, maybe polish up a bit.” With a pen, he points at the notes his jotted on his notebook, indicating the songs he decided he wanted to keep.

“Ok, sounds easy enough. So, then the rest will be all new songs?” He makes a sort of sideways motion with his hand, indicating that Josh is kind of on the right track.

“Yes mainly, but it’s more some ideas I had that we just didn’t have time to do yet because I was ready to just go. Before, making an album was just a means to an end. The end being getting to perform the song in front of people, bonus if people hear it before that and can sing along.”

“Right”

“Now that everything isn’t so frantic,” Josh can feel his lips quirk slightly, at the use of the word that he had previously used to describe the other, ”we have time to try and tell a story with the album. I have a few ideas for even the albums after this one but I want it to be just … more.” Josh, picks up the drum sticks and plays a jaunty little beat.

“Let’s do more then.” Tyler matches the grin on his face and nods.

“Let’s do more.”

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TWENTY ONE PILOTS: STUDIO UPDATE 1

Well hello. Does anyone ever get stage fright? Well I don’t really….but I do get blog fright. So I’m just going to imagine that I’m just writing this as a letter to my mom. Actually now I’m more nervous. I guess I'l just imagine that I’m simply doing what I did in the old days, which is put my personal ad in the dating section of the weekly local newspaper, because no one ever read that (or at least that’s what I tell myself).

So here we are. Workweek 1 in the studio is about to be wrapped up. That kind of feels weird to say. This “studio” experience as Twenty One Pilots or even as “Tyler and Josh” is a new one. From working in a place other than Tyler’s basement, to working with a producer (not to mention one of the best there is), to recording real live drums (this is a first for Twenty One Pilots), it’s all new. As for all humans, trying new things can usually be pretty scary (okay, I don’t want to short change those who it’s not scary for. IE: Bear Grylls, [probably] Will Smith, my grandma - Eleanor Dun, and that guy from Man vs. Food).

We arrived into Los Angeles on Sunday evening and headed to our apartment for the month. I don’t have much to report on from the first night, simply because I don’t remember anything…we were both pretty white girl wasted the whole time (from pure excitement only). Monday we got in the studio and gave our producer, Greg Wells, a huge hug. We found out right off the bat that he is not a “hugger”. Our day was off to a great start! The first day we recorded everything that needed to be recorded for the first song and it sounded great instantly. Day two, we just built off the first day’s work and just made it sound so much bigger and better than where it was at before. We then moved on to song 2. The only thing that needs to be said about it is….there is an 80’s synth bass line in it, so if you’re a fan of driving fast in a convertible with the top down, or ice cream sundaes, or theme parks with your best friends, or the feeling of 3 days of school canceled in a row, or funnel cakes, or birthdays, or holding hands with someone you have a crush on for the first time, or…..I don’t know where I’m going with this. Hopefully you like the song.

Basically we’re happy about where we’re at, what we have done so far, and excited to keep going and hopefully be a part of the coolest thing we’ve ever done. We’re also most excited about all the Thai Tea. What? You’ve never had Thai Tea? Well, I’m sorry for you.

-Josh  (23/m/OH) (this is going in the dating ads, right?)

ps, we’ve also been working out. (2)

“What are you doing?” Josh feels the rounded point of a chin digging into his shoulder as he hen-picked out the last of his post.

“Journaling, or chronicling or whatever you want to call me making these silly tumblr posts” He’s kind of smiling to himself, as he answers, showing he probably doesn’t really think it’s silly at all.

“Silly pointless or silly funny?”

“Second one.” He clarifies, as he submits his entry, after giving it one last check for errors. He’s not really sure what he would consider an error since there’s spell check on here but he does it anyway.

“How come nobody asked me to do a funny post?”

“You write the songs; I write the funny posts?” Josh kind of thinks this was a ploy to get him to be more outgoing, since Tyler kind of takes over most of the interviews but he wasn’t really bothered either way.

“Fair enough.” He finally stands up straight, relieving the weight of his head from Josh’s shoulder.

“Do you want to write a funny post?”

He makes a face and does a gesture that seems to translate to not really and Josh nods in understanding. He didn’t really know what to say for these things either, so he just kind of dumped what he was thinking on the page and then tried to be funny somewhere in it.

“This gives you time to shine anyway. I mean, you do get pretty shiny when you play the drums, but this is different.”

“You sure you don’t wanna write a funny post Mr. Funny guy?” Tyler just grins at him cheekily.

“I’m good. Besides, I came over here to tell you that the song is finished.”

“Sick! So that makes what 9?”

“10.” He corrects, looking self-satisfied.

“Almost done then. After that we just have to wait ‘til the release date?” He gets a nods in a response as he friend sinks into the chair next to his, sprawling inelegantly into it. “That’s gonna be weird. No just dropping it as soon as we’re done.”

“We have to be … patient.” Tyler says patient the same way someone might say cooties or something and Josh has to hold back a laugh.

“You can plan out the next album while we wait. It’ll keep your mind busy.” There’s an obvious note of teasing in his voice as he suggests this and Tyler’s eyes narrow at the tone.

“You think you’re real cute don’t you.”

“I think I’m a little cute.” Josh holds two fingers a hairbreadth apart.

“Ok, well you are but you know what you aren’t? Funny.”

“I think I’m a little funny.” He says, holding the same two fingers up. He can see Tyler’s lips flatten, as he tries to keep from smiling, his current expression one of put upon suffering.

“You won’t be so funny after I beat you up.” Josh’s raises his eyebrows comically high, in an expression of exaggerated shock.

“You wouldn’t beat up a poor innocent drummer, would you? What would the children think?” Any chance at holding onto his composure is lost as Tyler lets out an unintentional sputter of a laugh. He had the wherewithal to turn his head before he did it, saving Josh from a spit shower.

“You’re the worst.” He says finally, after he reigns himself in.

“You love me really.” Is the reply he gets back, with a grin so large his can’t even see his best friend’s eyes.

“Alright, put that thing away.” He says, pushing Josh’s face, albeit gently. “You’re gonna blind me with how handsome you are. Although, I would look really cool with sunglasses. It’d make jumping off the piano a little harder though.”

“You’re a danger enough to yourself without me making it worse.” He turns fully around so that the back of his head is facing his friend. “How’s this?”

“Aw but now I miss your face.” Josh just chuckles.

“You really have to pick a struggle man. You can’t have it both ways.”

“Some people would disagree with that statement.” Even though he can’t see his face, Tyler can sense from the rest of his body, that Josh is deeply rolling his eyes at this moment.

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“So, we’re finished now and we just have to wait until the release date. In the meantime, our label was so kind as to get us set up a tour and some interviews. I was looking at the schedule,” he scoots the schedule in question over so that Josh can look over it as well, “and it’s pretty full up, but we have the bonus of not being forced to tote our own crap around. We have help with that now.” He says it like he’s still amazed at the notion. After toting their own stuff around for so long, the near crushed fingers, the aching backs, the idea that they’ll always have help now is novel. Josh peeks at some of the things and hums contemplatively.

“I think I like this part best.” He says finally, looking up from the list.

“Which part?”

“Someone else making our schedules. Calling around and planning miles and gas and work schedules. That was … not fun let’s just say.” They both give a humorless smile at what was now a memory of their previous ‘tours’ and how exhausting, physically and mentally. “I hope we have more space to sleep. I love you man, but you’re kind of boney. I’ve had better cuddle buddies.” Tyler pretends to look offended but he is aware of his boney status, so he doesn’t protest too much.

“We can’t all be buff drummers Joshua.” He responds, huffily. He just grins in reply.

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“Ok listen, this is going to sound corny but it’s important.”

“Listening. Hit me.”

“There’s this girl.”

“Uh huh?”

“She’s in the crowd so we have to look really cool.” Josh nods, a serious look on his face but Tyler looks closer and sees the way the corner of his mouth is wavering slightly. “Don’t laugh!”

“I’m not.” Part of his bottom lip disappears between his teeth in an attempt to fight off the laugh, that is becoming more and more obvious by the moment.

“Just, come on.” Tyler says, exasperation clear as he turns around to their spots. He hears Josh cough a few times behind him and pointedly ignores how much like a laugh it sounds.

The performance goes well. They usually go well these days. They’ve played together long enough this is all like second nature but the feeling never gets old. Tyler Jumps around the stage, off his piano, off whatever object he’s allowed and able to climb. Josh bangs his drums, his passion coming through loud and clear like a living thing, like a heartbeat. The crowd eats it up. Tyler forgets for a moment that this show would be any different than any other.

After they wrap up, that momentary forgetfulness dissipates and he feels nerves kick in. They’re sudden and obvious and Josh can feel them emanating from his friend as they make their way from back stage to the group of people they know, waiting for them.

He locked eyes with a blonde, Jenna. Josh knows her, or at least knows of her. She seemed nice. He wanted to laugh at how she’d made his friend behave and he almost did, right in his face when upon asking her how she thought the show was, she gave a blasé response, stating it was good.

The response seemed genuine and not like she’s pretending to be cool, making it seem even funnier how Tyler gave a whole pep talk about being extra cool at this show. He must have made a noise or something because Tyler is side eying him and Josh just smiles back, innocently, before directing his attention to Mark, asking what footage he got of the show.

Later, while they were packing up to head out, he cleared his thought to get the other man’s attention, voice full of carefully constructed casualness.

“So … was that show cool enough?” He almost drops a piece of his kit in fright as Tyler bucks at him, laughing as his friend just grumbles and goes back to bringing their stuff to the van.

“Shut up man. I just wanted to be impressive but this is almost better. I don’t want to be with somebody that’s all star struck anyway.”

“Sure, that makes sense. It’s almost kind of funny how nonchalant she is about it though. Like, she does actually like our music, right?”

“Yea, she thinks it’s cool. Likes how poetic it is.” Knowing how his friend is, he locks eyes with Josh just as the other mouths the word poetic with a goofy expression. “Yea, yea I know, be quiet.”

“As long as you know, but hey, I’m happy for you. How are you feeling?” He gives him a curious look at the question.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, what does your gut tell you?”

“About what? About her?” A nod. “Well …” He looks thoughtful for a moment. Before he could get too wrapped up in his own head, or speak again a voice called out.

“Hey guys, we got some hungry people ready to head out. We’re still getting food right?”

“Yea Mark, we’ll be there in a couple minutes.” He gives a thumbs up and swipes some miscellaneous bag, before heading back down the hallway he’d suddenly appeared form. “Guess we better get a move on. I can grill you later.” Josh just gets a snort in response.

“You won’t.”

“I won’t.” They grab the last few bits of their things to drag back to the van before heading out for food with the group of people they’d collected at the end of their show.

The drive was quiet and uneventful but not full of awkward silence. It was comfortable and restful, as they luxuriated in the aftermath of a good show. They pulled into the parking lot, both noting they were the last to arrive, by the presence of people congregating by the entrance.

“I have a good feeling I think.” Josh nods agreeably.

“That’s good. Can you be more specific?”

“That’s your answer.” There’s a moment of silence, Josh halfway hanging out of the car, paused mid exit to contemplate his friend’s words. His eyes brighten from understanding suddenly, after a moment of realization.

“I get it now. I’m happy for you, you deserve it.” With a final, eye creasing smile, he finishes his escape from the van. Eagerness apparent in his steps as he makes his way to the rest of the awaiting group.

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An arm gets thrown around his shoulder, unsuspectingly. Even without looking up, he knows it’s Josh and doesn’t even bother to move from his position, scribbling in his notebook of songs and ideas. After a few moments of silence, he tilts his head questioningly, alerting the other that he is paying attention, but still not looking over.

“So,” Josh finally begins, something about his inflection causing Tyler to instantly focus all his attention on him, suspicious, “there’s this girl.” Tyler scoffs, shrugging the arm off his shoulder, as Josh does a poor job at muffling his giggles at the teasing introduction to whatever he’s trying to tell him.

“You’ll never let that go, will you?”

“I’ll tell that story at your wake. Make sure people remember it for generations to come.”

“Why do you assume you’ll be at my wake and not the other way around?”

“Because I’m sure there’s going to be some dramatic piano accident or you’re gonna climb something and get struck by lightning.” Tyler can’t help the little snort he lets out.

“Not even gonna fall off, just lighting huh?” Josh just nods at him. “Well anyway, what’s this about a girl?” His eyes widen a bit from the relaxed, amused state they had slide into as he recalled there was actually a point to all his pestering.

“Right, so there is actually a girl yes. She’s super cool and way out of my league but she’s so nice and funny.”

“Where was I when you were meeting nice and cool funny girls?”

“Dark and edgy music production stuff with other singing people.” He raises his eyebrows at that. “You were talking to some other band.” He makes an oh of understanding.

“I did see you wandering around with Mark, I wasn’t really paying attention to who you were talking to though. Would I know who this person was?”

“Probably, she’s from a really popular Disney show.” Tyler looks authentically surprised for once.

“Josh, are you about to become some Disney woman’s sugar baby? I can’t believe you. I didn’t think you had it in you but I’m proud.” Josh rolls his eyes.

“Oh haha, we’re just going out on a normal, not sugar baby date.”

“Well, that’s not nearly as exciting, but have fun anyway.” He pats him on the hand slung over his shoulder. Josh can tell through all the teasing that he’s being genuine.

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask who she was, to google stalk her.”

“I’m going to trust you to make good choices and besides, if this date totally tanks, I don’t want to have wasted my time. Tell me her name afterwards, if it goes well.” He looks thoughtful for a moment. “I take that back, tell me either way so I can write bad reviews for her show if it goes poorly.” He pretends to be typing on a computer. “The big mouse really had some stinky cheese with this show, especially the part played by so and so. In fact, she was so bad, I bet she would make a really lousy first date. They should make her play the janitor instead.” Josh tries to look stern but his façade crumbles in the face of the silly words and the even sillier voice his friend is putting on to say them.

“Tyler please don’t do that. Then she’ll know I had something to do with it.”

“Guess you have to have a good date then. Be safe, don’t drink and drive, never eat soggy waffles, etc.”

“Why do I put up with you again?”

“I let you be in my really sick band.”

“Oh, right.”

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Twenty One Pilots’ Josh Dun Builds His Dream Studio, Part 2

Drums rule inside the Boom Boom Room, the new home facility of Twenty One Pilots drummer Josh Dun and his wife, voice artist Debby Ryan.

By: Steve Harvey

Ever since its 2015 breakthrough album Blurryface, Twenty One Pilots has been flying high with a string of platinum-selling albums and worldwide arena tours. There’s no knowing when the creative urge will strike, however, so both drummer Josh Dun and lead vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Tyler Joseph have home studios. Don’t pass up Part 1, which explores how Dun worked with Charlie Griffey of Griffey Remodeling, Josh Dun, TJ Bechill of NEAT Audio, and Gavin Haverstick of Haverstick Designs to create his ideal home facility, The Boom Boom Room; now let’s dive into how he puts the studio to good use.

SETTING UP TO RECORD

“Tyler and Josh don’t work with engineers; they work by themselves,” Bechill observes, noting that during his technical design process, he likes to understand an artist’s workflow and what tools they need. “I always build around the concept of the artist being able to walk into a room and ‘put pen to paper’ as quickly as possible.”

Bechill quizzed Dun about the favorite drum tones he had recorded in his favorite rooms before deciding what gear to load into the control room’s Dangerfox desk. “A lot of them featured vintage Neve consoles,” he recalls. “Josh has API and Audient pre’s in his studio in California, and he said, ‘I want transparency, but I also love the vintage vibe of a Neve console and the glue that you get from the transformers.’”

The desk’s lefthand bay houses two Rupert Neve Designs 500 Series racks holding 14 of the manufacturer’s 511 mic pre modules, with variable Silk control. “The Coles 4038 overhead mics go into a pair of 517 preamps, into 1176s and then into the converters,” he adds.

Mike Picotte, senior sales engineer, artist relations at Sweetwater, also consulted on gear choices, then tuned the control room with Smaart and optimized the DSP on the room’s PMC 6-2 main monitors. “PMC checked all the boxes and has been an incredible system,” Bechill says. “We don’t really mix in there, but we wanted an accurate reference. You can do multiple EQ settings, so we created two zones—one for the mix position and a second for the couch, if friends come in to listen to music.”

Picotte also dialed in the drum sounds. “After 15 minutes, Mike leans back and says, ‘Well, there you go,’” Bechill recalls. “There’s no processing on the tracks; it’s just a great room, great microphones, and solid preamps and conversion, so we saved it as a template. We’ve got a Furman sequencer, so now Josh walks in, turns one key and the whole studio turns on. Within seconds, he can press Record and sit down and play.”

Sweetwater sales engineer Patrick Cobley supplied much of the equipment and, with NEAT sales engineer John Krempel, helped assemble the control room during the two-day installation. Ryan’s brother, Chase, who works on the video side, designed the audio patchbay. “I love having a normalized patchbay where I don’t have to use cables if I don’t need to,” Bechill comments.

Speaking of patching, Bechill installed a dedicated Rupert Neve Designs Shelford Channel for Ryan’s voice work so that she didn’t have to disturb Dun’s signal flow. “She’s an absolute professional, but I wanted a channel strip so we could give her dynamic control in case she got too animated or too close to the mic. I really like the FET-style compressor in the Shelford, and I’ve always loved 1073-esque tones.”

Haverstick included a small vocal booth in the studio layout, which doubles as an amp closet for visiting guitarists, but Ryan can also take a shotgun or a lav mic into the live room: “She can do ADR in that room if her producers don’t want a completely sterile vocal booth environment.”

TRACKING DRUMS

The tracking space, a room-within-a-room design, looks out onto the woods surrounding the house and features a floating floor. Although Dun has tracked in big rooms like EastWest in Hollywood, Haverstick says, “He wanted a controlled but not too dead-sounding live room, because Twenty One Pilots do get more of a controlled sound on their drums.”

And what about those drums? Dun wanted something special for his home studio setup, so Mike Ciprari, owner of SJC Custom Drums, his longtime supplier, ran with Dun’s treehouse concept (he proposed to Ryan in a treehouse in New Zealand). The all-wood kit, with moss and leafy accents, uniquely features a completely wooden front head on the kick drum. “No joke, it actually sounds pretty solid; I was shocked,” Bechill laughs.

Bechill’s idea was to mike the drums using just two or three stands, making the most of the design flexibility and weight capacity of Triad-Orbit’s products. An Audix D6 and a Solomon Mics LoFReQ hang off one stand, he reports, with multiple Sennheiser MD 421 tom mics hanging off another. “If you were to try to do that with any other stand, it would just tip over,” he comments. “I spent $1,500 on three mic stands, but we had committed so heavily to an aesthetic that I wanted them.” The Coles overhead mics are supported by two ceiling-mounted boom arms.

During construction, after Dun mused about what his drums might sound like in the 20-foot-high sunroom, Bechill had Griffey install a four-inch conduit so that he could run a Whirlwind 24-channel snake to a stagebox upstairs. “John [Kremple] did all the wiring with me, and it took us four hours just to get the W2 mass connect from the second floor down to the studio. I don’t know if Josh will ever actually track up there, and, if he does, if it’ll ever be used—but for some reason, in the moment, it felt like the most important thing,” he chuckles. “After that, everything else was easy.”

It seems likely that Twenty One Pilots fans will hear the results of all that hard work soon enough. Previously, while Joseph could work in his own studios, Dun had to go to a commercial room to track his drums. Now, Bechill says, “Between this studio and Tyler’s two studios, we can track and mix in these rooms—although I believe they’ll still send their sessions out to be mixed—because we have the proper environments.”

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🎶Hello, is it me you’re looking for?🎶

Salutations! It is I! 💛! Your favorite yellow emoji! I am sorry I haven’t requested anything recently. I just went to my show last night actually and so I’ve been busy prepping for that and traveling! It was amazing by the way! God it was like I dream! You’ll love it when you see them! Also, the last one shot was so cute and fluffy and I love it so much! When he gave the reader his shirt 😭!

Anyways, my request. At my show, Tyler made an innuendo on stage which inspired this. I was wondering if you could do a story where Tyler has a game where he tries to subtly flirt with the reader as many times as possible on stage. Maybe it could be talking, maybe it can just be him winking at her or something like that. Maybe after he does it one night, fans notice and they explode on twitter or something. Idk. I know this may be a stupid idea, but I felt like it could cute and fluffy if you want to try it! ☺️

P.S. Would you be willing to write for Spooky Jim (Josh’s blurryface persona)? I have possible ideas for that. To me, he’d just kinda be the same as Blurryface, just with Josh. But, you could see him differently (I’m sorry if you’ve written him before and I just didn’t see).

Flirt - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Tyler flirting - innuendos, Tyler kissing the reader and being extra

Word Count: 1844 - I lowkey feel bad for these being short but it kinda fits the request prompt lol

A/N: Welcome back bestie 💛 anon! I hope you like this one - Tyler has been so unhinged lately it's been hilarious. I'm so glad you enjoyed your show, I can't wait for mine :) And YES of course I'm willing to write for Spooky Jim! I love Josh so much lol and I can imagine his blurryface persona being so much more heartbreaking considering Josh is such a sweetheart. I haven't written him yet but I'd can't wait to see your ideas!

It had come around to that part of the album cycle again where Tyler and Josh were on tour and for the first time since Tyler and I had gotten engaged, I was on tour with them. We were about halfway into the shows when we stopped in LA for a two night stay. Tyler had gotten up much earlier than I–as usual–to make sure everything was set up and to do a soundcheck before the show. We normally slept in after the late nights with Tyler getting up around 12:00 and I at 1:00 (although Tyler did make sure to bring me food when I was still in bed). After an afternoon of exploring the city, we made our way into the dressing room, waiting for fans to pile in. He scrolled through social media and did some vocal warm ups before sitting down on the couch with me. Josh was sitting in front of the mirror, mostly ready with the exception of his hair, which he was redying. 

“How’re you feeling?” I asked Tyler. 

“Pretty good. It’s gonna be a good show, I can feel it.” Tyler could always tell how the shows were going to go–even before getting onstage–and everyone else around him could tell exactly how he was feeling. He had a calm look on his face, as if he was reflecting on plans for the show. 

“How much time do we have?” Josh asked, leaning back from the mirror to look at the analogue clock hanging on the wall. 

“About thirty minutes I think,” Tyler said, chugging the Red Bull can he’d picked out from the mini fridge. 

“Where do you want me during the show?” I questioned, each venue having a different ‘best spot’ that Tyler wanted me ‘stationed at’. Last night it was higher up in the venue in a VIP section for friends and family, which was cool because he could see me the whole time. 

“Just off stage works best. Debby’s going to be under the stage to help Josh before routines so if you want to hang with her then that’s cool too,” he explained. 

“Yep, I think she’s preparing everything down there now with Mark,” Josh got up. “I’m going to go wash this out.” He pointed to his hair and walked into the hallway in the direction of the showers, leaving Tyler and I alone. As soon as Tyler was sure Josh couldn’t see he wrapped his arms around me  and dragged me onto his lap. 

“You look good today babe,” he smirked, looking me up and down. I could feel the warmth spreading through my face. He always found the best moments to make me blush with his words. I moved in closer so he was hugging me close, my chin resting on his shoulder. 

“You look better,” I laughed, ruffling his hair. He chuckled, pulling me even tighter against him. he nuzzled the side of my head and planted a soft kiss on my forehead, before continuing

“I don’t know if I agree with you on that one.” He was never one to back down from teasing. He continued to hold onto me, gently massaging your thighs as you sat on his lap. Josh walked back into the room, his hair dry and back to its bright red peekaboo color. 

“We should probably get you where you need to be,” I chucked, looking at the clock and climbing off Tyler’s lap. He pouted, reaching his arms out and making grabby hands in my direction. “Come on.” I grasped his hand and pulled him up next to me–his hand staying intertwined with me even after he got up. We walked out of the dressing room and out into the hallway where the boys would usually split up. They hugged, patting each other on the back and smiling. 

“Have a good show,” I smiled, waving goodbye to Josh and following Tyler to the right side entrance. He held my hand as he followed behind the security guard, the sound of screaming fans pouring in through the walls. Tyler smiled widely, his expression practically screaming excitement and adrenaline. As soon as the guard opened the door the noise in the room multiplied, the room filled with screams and cheers, making it hard to even think. He held my hand tightly as he followed the guard, the room around us slowly shifting from the dim hallways to the bright stage being lit by lights and strobe. He stopped just off stage, taking a few breaths before he turned and faced you, his smile still beaming. 

“I love you,” I smiled. He pressed his lips to mine, cupping my jaw and slipping his tongue just inside my mouth. Something was different about him, like he had some sort of agenda or something to prove to me. He pulled back after a short while, gently biting my bottom lip as the music started playing. 

“I love you too,” he smirked, running onto the stage and turning on his celebrity persona. Tyler bounced through his first few songs, running around the stage and acting like his usual self. He was clearly high on adrenaline, with his brain focused on making sure the show ran smoothly. He made his way to the mic at the center of the stage for the talking break. As he began, he made direct eye contact with me, sending a cheeky smile my way. “Is everyone having a good time?” he shouted into the mic and pointed out to the sea of people who screamed back at him. “I can’t hear you. Scream louder for me!” He waved his arms in the air to the entire audience who screamed louder than before. “There you go,” he looked off stage at me and smirked knowing full well what he was doing. After a few more songs he moved to different parts of the arena for Ride where he was planning on getting people to sing the choruses with him. I had decided to sit under the stage with Debby who was watching, helping Josh to get changed for the next song. “Where’s my right side daddy?” I could hear Tyler shout through the speakers. My jaw dropped. 

“No fucking way.” 

Josh laughed under his breath, looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Yep.” As each chorus went by I nodded my head along to the beat and Tyler’s voice. 

“This is not happening,” I covered my eyes. 

“It so is,” Debby laughed, helping Josh into his jacket. The song continued until Tyler got to the last chorus, in the pit. 

“Oh my pit children, you need a daddy too,” Tyler’s voice moaned slightly making my knees go weak. He needed to stop this or it wasn’t going to end well for either of us. Debby was keeled over in laughter and I was mortified. This wasn’t happening. By the time they’d finished Paladin Strait and come off stage before the encore he’d continued to make suggestive jokes. Little did anyone know that each of his little jokes was perfectly aimed at me and as every one landed I got more and more worked up and embarrassed. Running offstage, Josh went straight to Debby and Tyler to I. My arms were crossed as he stood in front of me with a large and proud smirk slapped onto his face. 

“What?” he shrugged, taking a drink of water and jumping on the spot. 

“You know what,” I scoffed, clenching my fists and biting my lip to hide the smile I could feel coming on. I was terrible at being mad at people and Tyler always managed to unleash the happy side of me in the middle of every argument we’d ever had. 

“Yeah I do,” he kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair. With my brows furrowed I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting to let him go. As he rested his chin on the top of my head everything around us disappeared. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as the smell of sweat and Red Bull poured from his pores. I didn’t care though, he was mine and he’d been driving me insane for the last hour and a half. Fans continued to scream as the end of the Paladin Strait music video played and Josh appeared next to us. I let Tyler go as the intro for Jumpsuit started playing. Josh ran back on stage to his drum kit but Tyler paused on the stairs looking at me. I shot him a wave and he mouthed the words ‘I love you,’ pressing his hands against his heart, ‘I know,’ I mouthed back with a short roll of my eyes before he bounced back on stage. I stood there, heart pounding, watching him take command of the stage once more, his voice raw and powerful as he sang the opening lines. The lights pulsed in sync with the music, and the crowd, already hyped, seemed to reach a new level of frenzy. I could see him glancing my way, just for a moment, every now and then. It was subtle, but after the stunts he'd pulled earlier in the set, I was more than aware. He was still playing his little game, flirting with me in front of thousands of people who had no idea the winks and smirks were meant for me. As the song ended, Tyler paused at the mic again, wiping the sweat from his brow. 

“You guys are incredible tonight!” he shouted, and the crowd roared in response. He turned slightly toward the side of the stage where I stood, his eyes glinting mischievously under the lights. “But there's someone over here who’s got me feeling... extra good tonight,” he teased, his voice dropping a little lower. I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. The audience, completely oblivious, ate it up, screaming and cheering at the implication. Twitter was going to be in shambles after this. He’d never been this bold on stage before, not with me watching from the sidelines. And I knew for a fact the fans would pick up on it. There was no way they wouldn’t. When they finished playing Trees and saying goodbye to everyone, Tyler ran off stage, completely drenched in sweat and buzzing with post-show energy. He didn’t waste a second before wrapping his arms around me, spinning me around in a tight hug. “How’d I do?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear, still catching his breath from the performance. I smacked him lightly on the chest, still smiling despite myself. 

“You’re impossible. You know that?” He grinned, leaning down to kiss me softly. 

“I only did it because I love you.” His smirk returned. “And because I love seeing you squirm like a bug.”

I shoved him playfully. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait till Twitter gets a hold of this.” Tyler chuckled, pulling me close again. 

“Let them talk.” His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “You’re the only one I care about, anyway.”

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highlights of February

1. Favourite movies: House of Strangers (1949), The Changeling (1980). 2. Decent movies I liked / appreciated but not loved: The Night Stalker (1972), Everything Everywhere All at Once (2023). 3. wtf movie/ending: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). Just an overall impression. Literally WTF. 4. Best scenes: the alleyway break-up / 'She left me two hours ago' (House of Strangers, 1949); confronting the senator (The Changeling, 1980); Those You've Known / The Dark I Know Well (Spring Awakening, 2022). 5. Favourite genres: drama, fantasy, mystery. 6. Favourite directors: Peter Medak (The Changeling, 1980). I also like  John Llewellyn Moxey for The Night Stalker (1972) (surprisingly), Joseph L. Mankiewicz for House of Strangers (1949) and  Daniel Kwan + Daniel Scheinert for Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022). 7. Favourite actors: George C. Scott (The Changeling, 1980); Edward G. Robinson, Susan Hayward, Richard Conte (House of Strangers, 1949); Michelle Yeoh, Ke Huy Quan (Everything Everywhere All at Once, 2022); 8. Least favourite performances: anybody in Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). I reiterate, what the fuck? 9. The most wasted cast: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). They brought almost everyone back and made this abomination? How was this even allowed to happen? Let's count. Tyler Posey, Crystal, Holland Roden, Shelley Hennig, JR Bourne, Ian Bohen, Colton Haynes, Linden Ashby, Melissa Ponzio, Ryan Kelley, Seth Gilliam, Orny Adams, Dylan Sprayberry, Khylin Rhambo, Tyler Hoechlin. There are so many just baffling choices as well. Bringing back Stiles' dad without Stiles and their dynamic. Bringing back the Nogitsune without Stiles, Kira or her family. Bringing back Liam and Mason, but not having them interact at all. Revivng Alison (a wtf moment in itself) and not having her reunite with Lydia. Breaking up Stiles and Lydia off-screen for the dumbest of reaons. Not having Scott and Liam exchange a single line. Getting Alison and Scott back together. Everything to do with Derek (not having him interact with either Peter or Malia (who themselves don't interact at all), introducing his son whose existance doesn't even make sense, killing him off). I could go on and on. This film is an insult and a nightmare. Moving on. 10. The best wasted premise: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). The idea of bringing back this show for one last adventure is cool, but you need to have, you know, a script before you do that. 11. Best premise: Pandora and the Flying Dutchman (1952). 12. Favourite cast: House of Strangers (1949). Edward G. Robinson, Susan Hayward, Richard Conte, Luther Adler, Paul Valentine, Efrem Zimbalist, Jr., Esther Minciotti. 13. Favourite on-screen duos:  George C. Scott x Melvyn Douglas (The Changeling, 1980);  Jonathan Groff x Lea Michele (Spring Awakening, 2022);  Edward G. Robinson x Richard Conte; Susan Hayward x Richard Conte (House of Strangers, 1949);  Michelle Yeoh, x Ke Huy Quan (Everything Everywhere All at Once, 2022). 14. Favourite on-screen relationships: Max Monetti x Irene Bennett (House of Strangers, 1949). She gives as good as she gets. 15. Favourite characters: Max Monetti (House of Strangers, 1949); John Russell (The Changeling, 1980); Waymond Wang (Everything Everywhere All at Once, 2022). 15. Favourite quote: Can't remember anything... 16. Favourite fact discovered in 2023: Jonathan Groff and Lea Michele are best friends in real life and he supported her when she went back to Broadway to play the lead in Funny Girl. 17. The most overrated film: I kind of think that  Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) is a tad overrated. I like it, just not nearly as much as everyone else seems to. 18. The most disappointing film: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). 19. The biggest surprise: The Changeling (1980). 20. Best cinematography: John Coquillon (The Changeling, 1980). 21. Best set design: Keith Pepper (The Changeling, 1980). 22. Best costume design: Shirley Kurata (Everything, Everywhere All at Once, 2022). 23. Best music: The Changeling (1980). 24. Best prooduction choice: casting Richard Conte to be a tough, but ultimately good guy. He's great at playing villains, but his overwhelming charisma makes for pretty interesting good guys as well. 25. Worst production choice: releasing Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). Absolute atrocity this film is. 26. Film of the month: The Changeling (1980) with House of Strangers (1949) a close second.

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Overreaction (Josh Dun x reader)

Summary: Arguments over the littlest of things happen to everyone. It’s how you handle them that matters. In the early days of twenty one pilots, when their future isn’t guaranteed, Josh finds that he isn’t particularly good at handling stress... 

Word count: 1794

Warnings: Josh is kind of an ass here, but definitely more in an ‘I’m stressed and don’t know how to cope’ way than an ‘I’m an actual prick’ way. You get me? 

The house was quiet when he woke up. The sort of quiet that sat coldly in his bones and left a weight in his stomach, filling the air in every room and leaving everything feeling grey and still. His heart sank further as he stuck his head into the guest bedroom and saw the bed neatly made, the top of the dresser empty. 

They hadn’t come back. 

His mind was filled with images of the evening before as guilt washed over him. 

“Josh, please, can you just lay off the drumming for half an hour? I just wanna get this last section done.” (y/n) dug their fingers into their temples, frowning over the essay they were trying to finish. When he’d suggested that they spend the afternoon at his flat so they could both finish the work they needed to do and then spend the weekend hanging out, they’d jumped to say yes. But while it had been a good idea at the time, things hadn’t gone quite to plan. 

Josh had been working on some ideas for the music video he and Tyler were meant to be shooting in a week’s time while (y/n) was working on finishing an assignment that was due on the Monday. It was frustratingly difficult work, and at first their boyfriend’s presence was a relaxing one. 

The two of them were sat on opposite sides of the breakfast bar, laptops and papers spread out in an inelegant tangle as they worked. The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and a soft instrumental playlist was on in the background. For a couple of hours, the atmosphere was incredibly peaceful. But then, Josh finished his work. And he got bored. He tidied up his laptop and notebooks to kill a little time, but soon found that he needed more to do. 

Thinking back to the discussion he’d had with Tyler over some new ideas for songs, he decided to sit down at his practice pad for a little while and get some rhythms out of his head, see if any of them fit the beautiful words that his bandmate had put together. He slipped his headphones on and plugged them in, relaxing as he wrapped his hands around the drum sticks and got ready to play. 

Engrossed in reading the resources they’d found, (y/n) jumped as he started tapping away, their concentration shattered. At first they tried to just ignore it and carry on, but the repetitive beats that only got louder and more complex made it impossible to keep their mind on the words they needed to write. 

And so, they had politely asked him to stop. 

Josh had barely glanced back at them, tapping his feet in time with the thoughts running through his brain. “I’m just tryna get this idea down so it matches the stuff from Tyler.” 

“Yeah, but can it wait? Is there some other way you can think about it that isn’t so... loud? I’m still working.” 

He sighed. “Babe, this is part of my work. So I’m still working too.” 

“I get that, I do. It just doesn’t make it very easy to think about the history of genetics, you know?” They’d laughed slightly, trying to lighten the mood a little. But a dark cloud had descended over the room, and Josh’s continued frown made their smile fade. 

“Look, this is important.” 

“I never said it wasn’t.” Now they were frowning too. “I just asked-”

“I’m trying to make this whole band thing work, okay? And maybe you don’t think that takes as much effort as a fancy college degree, but it’s damn hard.” 

(y/n) felt like a deer in the headlights, taken aback by the sharpness of his response. “Hey, I know how hard you guys are working on this, and I know how much it matters to you. All I’m asking for is half an hour of quiet so I can get this done. And then I’ll sit and listen, okay? Maybe I can try and help you go through some of the ideas you’ve got.” 

He sniffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, like you actually care. All you can think about is yourself.” 

Their jaw dropped as he turned back to the kit, hitting the pads even harder now that he had some anger to get out of his system. “Josh, I-”

“No, it’s fine! It’s fine that you’re more worried about one stupid essay - one essay that won’t even affect your perfect GPA anyway - than you are about me being happy with my career. Nice to know. Really.” 

He’d never snapped at them before. Tears prickled hotly at the corners of their eyes. Silently, they gathered their things and packed them into their bag, dipping into the guest room briefly to get what little else they’d brought. Then two doors slammed, one shortly after another. 

It took almost an hour for Josh to notice what had happened in the aftermath of the argument. Finally satisfied, he put his sticks down - and turned to face an empty room. That’s when he realised that (y/n) had grabbed what little they had brought round to his place and left. 

Groaning at his own idiocy, Josh found himself getting anxious. Last night he’d assumed they’d just gone home, but what if something had happened to them while they were out? What if they were in a hospital, or being held hostage by someone, or... no, he couldn’t think like that. He sighed, chewed at his lip, and made the decision to phone them. It was obviously better to apologise in person, but somehow he doubted that showing up at their apartment unannounced would be welcomed. Besides, just hearing their voice for the moment would be enough to assuage his growing intrusive thoughts. The phone rang through a couple of times before abruptly cutting off. Nothing. But with the short ring period, he knew it wasn’t because their phone was broken or switched off. They’d declined the call. 

Pacing back and forth across his living room, Josh rang Tyler instead. Thankfully, his best friend answered straight away. 

“Yeah?” 

“Ty, I screwed up.” 

“Oh, I know.” 

He stopped walking for a moment, frowning. “Wait, what?” 

He could hear Tyler close a door before answering. “(y/n) came here last night. And dude I’ve gotta tell you, I haven’t seen them that upset in a long time.” 

Josh felt his heart sink. “What did they say?” 

“That you made them feel like you didn’t want them there. That you told them they didn’t care about you, which a blind man could see is total rubbish.” His friend sounded angry, and he was definitely starting to feel that it was justified. “They said that it was you who didn’t seem to care about them. That you didn’t think about the fact this essay is due Monday and they’ve got a midterm on Wednesday, even though they’d told you all about how worried they were when they got to yours. Dude. You were a real jerk.” 

He let his head drop against the wall with a soft thud, feeling well and truly like an idiot. “I don’t even know why I said all that stuff. I feel terrible.” 

“Yeah, you should. I had to come and pick them up because it was getting dark and they were crying too much to keep walking home.” 

He felt his heart sink painfully. “I... I made them cry?”

Hearing the crack in Josh’s voice, Tyler sighed. “Look man, just get over here. You’re both a bit calmer now, and you can talk things over. You can apologise.”

“I- Yeah, okay, that’s a good idea. I’ll be there soon. Thanks man.” 

Burying their hands in the hoodie’s sleeves, (y/n) chewed at the dry skin on their lips until Tyler nudged them in the side. 

“Hey, knock that off. You’ll make them sore.” 

“Are you sure he’s not still mad at me?” 

Tyler pulled them in for a hug, rubbing their back soothingly. “Hey, I know he isn’t. You know, I don’t think he was ever really mad at you in the first place. Just real stressed. And that’s not me trying to excuse what he said to you, because it was totally out of line. I just don’t think he’s capable of being mad at you.” 

A knock on the door interrupted them, and he let them go so he could go and answer it. When Josh set eyes on them, red around the eyes and pale with lack of sleep, he burst towards them and took their hands in his, babbling almost frantically. 

“Shit, (y/n) I- I’m so, so sorry. I have no idea why I said the things I did - I shouldn’t have, no way. None of those things were true. I think I - everything lately has been so hard, so uncertain - I just want us to do well, and... your degree is so stable and nothing I do is guaranteed and that... I don’t know, maybe it - I don��t even know!” 

He was practically tearing his hair out at this point, and (y/n) stopped him with a hand on his cheek. “Hey, slow down. One thing at a time. Were you really mad at me yesterday?” 

“No, of course not. I think I... I was just worried about a lot of things and you happened to say something at the wrong time.” 

“So you... you don’t really think that I don’t care about you?” 

He could see them welling up again, and opened his arms for a hug the same way he always did - never pulling them in first, always checking that they were okay with the contact before doing so. They leant into him, tucking their chin on his shoulder as he held them as tightly as he dared. 

“No. I think that’s the worst thing I said to you, and I don’t even know where it came from. I just - I am so sorry, babe. I hate that I treated you like that.” 

“Thank you for apologising. And, I forgive you.” They pressed a soft kiss to his lips, hands resting against his chest as his moved to their waist. 

When they pulled back he barely gave them a second to breathe before kissing them again with a little more force, his tongue dancing at the seam of their mouth. 

“Oh, gross. I leave you two alone for five minutes and this is what happens.” 

They pulled apart, both giggling a little at the look of mock disgust on Tyler’s face. Beneath it, the relief was clearly visible. 

“Sorry man.” 

“Yeah, whatever, I’m just glad you two are okay now. Next time, get a room that isn’t my kitchen, deal?” 

“Deal.” 

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I Have to Follow my Heart

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Addams Witch!reader

Characters: Addams Witch!reader, Xavier Thorpe, Wednesday Addams, Joseph Crackstone

Briefly mentioned: Morticia Addams, Gomez Addams, Uncle Fester, Thing, Enid Sinclar, Bianca Barclay, Eugene Otinger, Tyler Galpin aka the hyde, Marilyn Thornhill (Laurel Gates)

Warnings: Supernatural fight, reader has visions, powers, mentions of Uncle Fester’s electricity powers, sacrificing oneself (more or less), bits and pieces of the last episode, the battle between Joseph Crackston and Wednesday, Xavier gets reader a phone, friends going through a tough time, Xavier and reader going through the motions of Wednesday’s theory

Word Count: 2,032

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At times I wished I had the same emotionless expression as my “cousin.” One might ask why I put air quotes around the word, it’ simple. 

Her uncle Fester happened to stumble upon myself and mother’s violin when I was merely three months old during one of his “adventures”. 

As I previously said, I wish I could copy her expression, especially now. You slam your journal shut, turning to look at your clock. 

You grab your jacket and exit the room, making your way towards Xavier’s art shed. Your mind is blank but thoughts float around your mind, you wonder what it is he wanted to talk to you about. 

With Wednesday firmly believing that he is the hyde, it makes you more weary of being alone with him… in the woods but if you can talk to him in his safe space so he doesn’t “totally freak out” as Enid would say, you believe it would do you good. 

“Do you believe me?” Xavier spins around to look at you. 

You gulp, this is not where you saw this going right after entering the shed. “I don’t- I don’t know,” you say, giving him your honest answer. 

“What do you mean you don’t know? It’s either you believe that I’m not the monster or you agree with your cousin,” he hisses out the word you’ve grown accustomed to calling the pigtailed girl. 

You ignore his gaze and opt to look at the floor. “I- I,” the thought you had written down in your journal crosses your mind. 

“I don’t think you’d do all these things, but you have to admit the evidence she has does make it highly possible for you to be the hyde.” 

He furrows his brows, face slowly becoming more void of emotion. “If you really believe that I’m the monster then why are you here?” 

You raise your head. “I- I needed to see it for myself.” 

“See what?” He asks with a tired tone. 

“I- what’s that?” You point over to the sketchbook with a flower bookmark sticking out of it. 

“That- that’s nothing. Why is that important now?” He’d never admit it out loud, but he was always impressed with how your attention could be drawn elsewhere within a second, even if it isn’t the most appropriate time for this to happen. 

You ignore him and walk over towards it, opening the page to find a drawing of yourself playing your deceased mothers’ violin. You reach for the flower and find yourself thrown into a vision. 

How odd, Wednesday’s the one who usually experiences these, at least from what you can remember. It is also weird how whenever she would have one, you would pass out. 

Eugene’s screams flood your mind. 

The cave where the monster hides is on fire. 

The hyde’s wide and red rimmed eyes. 

Red boots… red boots? 

-

You wake up, blinking as your eyes adjust to the moonlit room. “How did I get here?” 

The numerous footsteps echoing throughout the hallway draw you out of bed. 

You open the door and listen to the scared and panicked shrieks of the other students, rushing over towards the railing you find the red aura of the siren song on the lower floors. 

Crackstone. 

Your head snaps over towards the side. You furrow your brows at the sight of a pale dressed Wednesday, not your cousin but- “Goody?” 

She nods. “You must help her.” 

“Help who?” 

“The key.” 

You remember the pigtailed girl mentioning this to you, you know exactly who she’s referring to. “Where is she?” 

“I am going to her now, but you must guide her.” 

“Guide her? Guide her how?” 

“His black heart will end it… I must go to her now.” She starts to disappear. 

“No, Goody. Wait!” You sigh and look down. 

Bianca’s head snaps up. 

You block her song and search for a window. At times like this, you’re happy you’ve climbed the walls of the school.  

 -

You stand on the edge of the roof just before the upper hallway where you can see Bianca and a few others. You don’t feel good, something’s going on with the black-haired girl, the urge to scream is on the tip of your tongue but you fight it as you protect the students. 

You place a temporary shield around the area, preventing the fire from reaching any of the students and jump down. “Crackstone!” 

He turns to you, the evil look in his eye should send shivers down your spine but you don’t let it, not wanting him to harm anyone. 

“Another one. How nice.” The revived Joseph Crackstone taunts you. 

“Don’t you think this is a bit much?” 

He aims his magical staff at you, luckily you are able to block it. “I am ridding the earth of you abominations!” 

“You’re an abomination too!” 

“Lies!” 

“Your descendant raised you, brought you back from the dead!” 

You spin around, avoiding his magic. “You have magic! You are now the very thing you despise yourself! How can you get rid of what keeps your heart beating at this very moment!” 

“I am doing what should have been done years ago.” 

“You’re going to die, and your magic will not be able to save you.” You raise your hand, trying to telepathically pull the staff away from him. 

“Stay away from her.” 

Why does this voice sound so familiar? 

The arrow flies past your head, in front of the resurrected man, only for him to use his magic and flip it. 

You cannot let it hit him or anyone else and put yourself before him to stop it. You spin around, landing on your back unable to catch your breath. 

Xavier runs towards you, lifting your upper body off the ground. 

“Get the others out of here,” you tell him once you can breathe again. 

“What?” He furrows his brows, mouth curling in disbelief. 

“You need to get the other students out of here. We cannot lose anyone else.” 

“I don’t-” 

“I have to help her,” you whisper. 

He helps you up, “I don’t like this idea.” 

“Good thing,” you snap the arrow and chuck it onto the ground. “You aren’t going to be here to see the rest of it… be careful.” 

“You, too.” You push him away when you sense Joseph aiming the damn staff at you. 

You stand beside Wednesday. “We have to aim for his-” 

“Heart, yes,” she cuts you off. “I didn’t realize you were aware.” 

“Let’s say, seeing the dead does have its perks at times. I expect no tears from you at my funeral.” 

“Don’t-” 

Xavier turns at her shout, his heart drops. 

You run at him as Bianca stabs the man in the back. You rub your hands together, thankful for Fester teaching you how to use his trick now more than ever. You hold him in place and call out for her. “Now, Wednesday!” 

She lifts the sword and stabs him in his black heart. 

You can’t remove your hands from him, not until he fully disappears even then you fall, eyes closing. 

The hands on your shoulders and whoever’s attempting to do CPR bring you out of your quick reenergize nap. 

You open your eyes and give three a tired smile. 

The artist helps you sit up and continues to hold you even as Wednesday wraps her arms around you. 

You smile and kiss the top of her head, letting her know it’s over (you hope, unless Nevermore isn’t done with you all). 

She forces herself off you, letting Bianca and Xavier help you up. 

You nod to the siren. “Let’s go find the others.” 

-

The four of you walk out of the school, searching for the waiting party. 

You lean against the boy throughout the entire walk. 

He hasn’t said a word to you, and you don’t know what you could say to him other than, “I’m sorry.” 

Enid rushes over to hug your cousin, giving you a moment to talk to him. 

“Why are you sorry?” 

“I believed you were the very thing that would terrorize the school when I shouldn’t have. I should have followed my heart.” 

“I think I can forgive you. I mean, you did take an arrow to the shoulder for me.” 

“And I would do it again if it meant I had your trust.” 

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt over my trust.” 

“I should have listened to you.” 

The corner of his lip’s tugs upward, “yeah, maybe. But now that you’ve saved the school, I think I can understand where you were coming from.” 

“No, don’t do that.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t just brush it off, I know what I did wasn’t the nicest or most respectful thing to do when I’ve known you and have been your friend for three years. I know you; I have for years, and I shouldn’t have let someone else’s theories get into my head to ruin that trust.” 

He nods, tucking the hair blocking his view behind his ear. “I’ll take that into consideration.” 

Your lips twitch, “that’s all I ask.” 

Enid rushes over to you, hugging you not nearly as tightly as your cousin but enough to let you know how much she cares about you.

 -

You leave Wednesday to finish her novel while Thing finishes packing for her. You wonder around, waiting until it’s time to leave. 

“The feeling of eyes on me brings a chill up my spine and not in the fun way,” you think. “That would be a good thought to right down when I return to my room.” 

You turn, facing the stairs to find him watching you which may be creepy to some, but you find it to be rather sweet. 

He waves and leans against the railing. 

You walk up the stairs, wanting to talk to him before your dragged out of here. “Are your parents coming to pick you up?” 

He shrugs, “probably not… I got you something.” 

“Really?” You raise a brow. 

“It’s not much but it’ll be faster than the letters." He lifts the lid off the box, showing you your new phone. 

“Don’t expect a call,” you inform him, not wanting to hurt his feeling. You must really care about him if you’re taking his feelings into consideration. 

“I’m not.” 

You squint your eyes at him, “seems you know me well.” 

“That and,” he tucks his hair behind his ears. “I know you don’t like new things… at least, until you get the hang of them.” 

“I guess we’ll have to see about this then.” 

“I believe in you.” 

“I trust that you’ll have a normal summer?” 

“It might be fun if I get a phone call.” 

“Don’t push it.” 

He smiles, having a feeling that you’ll learn to use the phone faster to call him. “How’s your shoulder?”

“Fine. I’ve decided to let it heal on its own.” 

“No magic?” 

“I believe it would be wise to save my energy. I have a feeling we’re just getting started with Nevermore and all it has to offer.” You take the phone out of the box and hold it. “How do you use this dark box you call a phone?” 

He chuckles, taking it from you, “why are you calling it a dark box exactly?” 

“It’s painfully obvious.”

“Alright, I’ll give you that. I already programmed my phone number in here. What exactly you were looking for?” 

“I want to send you my aunt Morticia and Uncle Gomez’ address. I will be staying with Wednesday and her family this summer; we believe it would be wise if we stay together.” 

“Okay,” he shows you how to use the phone. 

“I cannot guarantee I’ll be able to remember all of this.” 

“As long as you can turn it on and remember to charge it, you’ll be alright,” he assures you. 

“Do you know if you’re ability can work over the phone?” 

He shrugs. “I’ve never tried before.” 

“Perhaps it could be our summer activity?” 

He nods, not at all hiding his smile when you said, “our activity”. It seems as though there’s a chance for him to ask you out in the near future. “Maybe.”