#nervermore

but! reader and tyler were together before the hyde incident and he got taken away. reader seems to have the opposite effect of thornhill (??) where she calms him down and when he’s near her it’s like the hyde doesn’t exist. soooo reader goes with wednesday to visit tyler in the institution and she visits with him after wednesday has her interrogation. just super yearny stuff lol

—i don't think this is a good idea, —you whispered to wednesday, taking a few step back.

the door to the chamber were tyler was kept was open, but you still couldn't bring yourself to look inside. you hadn't even dared to glance through the reinforced window, but you knew he was in there. you'd heard him, talking to wednesday, while you stood outside, pressing your back to the wall. maybe if he told wednesday what she wanted to know, you wouldn't have to go in. maybe you could be spared from seeing him like that.

but tyler was not collaborating, you knew it when she opened the door looking for you. wednesday knew he wouldn't be able to resist to you.

—it's not, —wednesday agreed, —but you need to do it.

your throat tightened. you shook your head, —i don't know if i can.

—you can. you're the only one who can make him remember what he is besides the hyde.

and you turned, forcing your legs to move because you knew if you didn't do it, you were leaving your friends' lives at risk after those murders.

the fluorescent light from the ceiling blinked when you crossed the threshold into his chamber. cold sterile air hit you. and then you saw him, with big dark circles under his eyes, shirtless, skin pale against the harsh light. tyler looked exhausted and now confused too. his brow furrowed, his head tilted slightly like he couldn't trust his eyes.

tyler expected wednesday to come in and storm him again, he didn't even know you were here.

your name broke in his throat like he'd been holding it back for months. you took a shaky step closer when wednesday closed the door behind you. you didn't feel safe, after everything, how could you? yet you knew one thing with certainty. tyler wouldn't hurt you. not you.

—god... —his voice trembled as he leaned closer, pressing his forehead against the bars. his eyes searched yours, wide and desperate. —i thought i'd never see you again.

the chains at his wrists clinked as his fingers curled tight around the bars. his knuckles were white, as if he didn't hold onto the bars, he might reach straight through for you.

you managed a quick, nervous little smile though you hugged yourself, —well, here i am.

—you have no idea how it is to be here without you. i dream about you every night and then i wake up and it's just these walls, these chains. and i think about tearing this place apart, —his breathing became deeper, his chest raising and falling. —i've tried. i've tried to get to you...

his eyes widened with panic and fury, and you saw it. his hands twisted, fingers turning into claws.

—tyler...

but before he could fully shift, the collar around his neck flared with a sharp spark of light. a chocked groan left his mouth and his body jolted as he dropped to his knees. without thinking, you dropped down too, your knees hitting the cold concrete just on the other side of the bars. you pressed closer, desperate to catch his gaze.

—tyler, look at me. i'm here. i came to see you.

his forehead rested against the bars, chest heaving. he refused at first, shame in his face but at the sound of your voice his eyes finally lifted. it'd been so long since you'd seen those eyes looking at you like that, and for a second, you could see the soft barista that smelled like coffee, who wiped his hands on his apron just to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled at you across the counter like you were his favorite part of the day.

—i've missed you too, ty. every single day. i don't know how to live without you.

you rested your forehead against his. now there were chains instead of aprons, bruises in his hands instead of flour. but the second your skin touched his, the tension in his body began to fade.

you swallowed hard before you sneaked your hand past the cold metal bars until your fingers found the familiar curls at the back of his head. he shivered at the touch, the first soft and gentle one in months. tyler leaned into your palm. wednesday must have threatened security because there was no other way you were getting away with this.

she was looking the scene through the reinforced window at the other side of the door. tyler had been violent with her, full of rage and wild, and now he was on his knees, completely undone by your touch. by you.

you gulped. you were there with a mission and it was not to stroke his hair all night. you had to ask now, now that you had him in the palm of your hand, literally and metaphorically.

sooo.... I saw an idea post about if tyler finds the reader after he escapes and he was going to come into her dorm but has to flee because Wednesday catches him. Wednesday moves reader into a safe house, and this is what happens. enjoy!

Wednesday’s blade was still drawn, her expression flat but her eyes razor-sharp as they scanned the storm-slick window for a sign of Hyde or Tyler shaped silhouette.

“He was here,” she said again, though it wasn’t a question.

You swallowed hard, forcing your voice steady. “He broke in. I didn’t ask him to. He, he cornered me.”

For a moment, Wednesday studied you. Not with pity, but with the unnerving precision she reserved for crime scenes. Then, finally, she sheathed her blade.

“You can’t stay here. He’ll come back. And the next time, I may not arrive in time to stop him.”

“Where would I even go?”

Her expression didn’t shift, but there was a flicker of calculation in her eyes. “There’s a place. Few know it exists, fewer still can enter without invitation.”

That’s how you found yourself trudging through the storm an hour later, following Wednesday across Nevermore’s sprawling grounds, past the gargoyles and twisting stone paths that seemed older than time itself. She led you toward the edge of the woods, where ivy strangled an ancient stone archway.

“This was a sanctuary during the Witch Hunts,” Wednesday explained in her flat monotone. “The outcasts who survived built this place as a refuge. It’s been used ever since, for those who need to disappear.”

When you stepped inside, the air changed. The safe house wasn’t just a building, rather it felt alive, humming faintly against your skin. The walls bore faint runes, glowing softly in the candlelight as though they remembered every soul who had once sought protection here.

“This will hold him back?” you whispered.

Wednesday’s mouth twitched in something almost like a smirk. “It will hold back everything.”

The following days blurred into discipline.

At first, the memories of Tyler left you raw, shaken. But under Wednesday’s cold guidance—and your own burning determination—you refused to stay weak.

Telekinesis had once come to you like instinct, effortless, a part of your bloodstream. But since the battle at Crackstone’s crypt, since Tyler’s claws had ripped into your stomach, everything had dulled. The scars across your skin weren’t just reminders—they were barriers.

The first night in the safe house, you collapsed after moving a candle an inch. But you forced yourself up again.

By the third day, your control sharpened. Books flew to your call. Daggers suspended midair without trembling. You could shatter a glass with the flick of a wrist.

By the seventh, your power sang in your veins again. Stronger. Sharper. Ruthless.

And in the rare hours between training, you immersed yourself in your other obsession: your research. Immunotherapy protocols scribbled across chalkboards, DNA sequences mapped onto parchment, breakthroughs blooming under candlelight. It kept your mind sharp, your heart steady. It reminded you of who you were beyond him.

You were not the girl who froze under his touch. You were more than his ghost.

But then the notes began.

Slipped under your door, tucked into the folds of your books, left on your pillow.

You can’t hide from me. I still feel you. You’re mine.

You burned the first few. Ignored the next. You buried yourself in training, in science, in focus.

He would not derail you again.

The storm that night felt different.

It wasn’t just the rain against the stained glass or the groan of the wind through the rafters—it was in the air, thick and electric, crawling over your skin like a warning. Every flash of lightning illuminated the runes carved into the walls of the safe house, their glow flickering, almost as if they were faltering.

You had been bent over your desk for hours, ink staining your fingertips, scattered papers covered in immunotherapy notes and sketches of molecular pathways. It should have been enough to keep you grounded. To keep you tethered to logic, to science, to anything but him.

But when the candlelight stuttered and the shadows deepened, you knew.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose. Your power stirred in your veins before your conscious mind caught up.

And then you heard it.

“Miss me?”

Your blood iced.

You turned, and there he was.

Tyler stood just inside the doorway, framed by the storm behind him. Rain clung to him, running down the sharp lines of his jaw, dripping from his dark curls onto the stone floor. His shirt clung to his chest, the fabric plastered against muscle, every inch of him sculpted by the storm.

But it was his eyes that undid you—those storm-gray eyes locked on you with a hunger that was both devastating and familiar.

Your chair scraped back violently as you rose. The air around you vibrated, telekinetic energy flaring in response to your pulse. “Get. Out.”

His mouth curved in a slow, almost lazy smirk, though there was nothing casual about the way his gaze devoured you. “Not even a hello? After all this time?”

“I said get out,” you snapped, your voice sharper than the thunder outside. “You’re not welcome here. This place should have kept you out.”

He stepped forward, unconcerned. The runes on the walls pulsed faintly, resisting him—but he kept coming, as though the house itself bent to his will.

“You really think stone and symbols could keep me from you?” His voice was low, dangerous, threaded with heat. “Nothing could.”

You lifted a hand, books rattling on their shelves, a pen lifting into the air beside you, vibrating with your power. “Try me.”

For a moment, something flickered across his face—pride, almost admiration. “You’ve gotten stronger.”

“I had to,” you hissed. “Because of you. Because you broke me.”

That cracked his smirk. His jaw tightened. “I never wanted to break you.”

“You lied to me.” The words tore out of you, raw, vicious. The pen snapped midair with the force of your fury. “You made me love you while you slaughtered people I cared about. Do you know what that felt like? To realize every kiss, every whisper, every promise was just a mask?”

His voice roughened, breaking through the storm. “They weren’t lies. Not with you. Not for a second.”

“Don’t.” You tried to shove him back with your power, but he held his ground. The invisible force rippled against him like wind against a cliff.

“You think I wanted this?” he growled, stepping closer, each stride a collision course. “You think I chose the Hyde? The blood on my hands?” He stopped just in front of you, his chest rising and falling hard, heat radiating off him despite the storm’s chill. “The only choice I made was you.”

You laughed, bitter and sharp, though your heart was racing against your ribs. “Choosing me? That’s what you call it? Using me? Lying to my face while you killed in the dark?”

His hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. The force rattled the shelves, sent a candle crashing to the ground. Your body jolted—but you didn’t flinch away.

“Don’t twist this,” he snarled, eyes burning into yours. “You were the only thing that made me feel human. Every time I touched you, every time you said my name—it was the only part of me that wasn’t the monster.”

Your breath hitched as his body pressed close, his heat bleeding into you, his storm-soaked shirt brushing your chest. The scent of rain and pine clung to him, familiar and devastating.

“You’re insane,” you whispered, though your voice betrayed you, trembling, frayed.

“Maybe,” he murmured, leaning closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “But you still want me.”

Your fists clenched, telekinetic energy surging until every book in the room lifted an inch from the shelves, trembling in the air. “You don’t get to tell me what I feel.”

“Then tell me you don’t feel it.” His lips ghosted down your jaw, barely a touch, but it burned. “Tell me you don’t remember how it felt when it was just us. When the world didn’t matter.”

“I hate you,” you spat, but it came out choked, your chest heaving against his.

“Liar,” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. “Your body knows the truth.” His hand slid down, firm at your waist, pressing you back against the wall. His thumb traced the edge of your scar through your shirt, making your stomach seize.

You gasped, fury colliding with something hotter, something shameful. “Don’t—”

“I think about this scar every night,” he growled softly. “What I did to you. What it cost me. And still—still—I’d burn for another second with you.”

The storm outside roared, lightning flashing so bright it lit his face in silver. His pupils were blown wide, his expression unhinged with longing, obsession, regret.

“Why are you here?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the thunder.

His forehead pressed to yours, damp curls brushing your skin. “Because I can’t stay away. Because I’d rather die by your hand than live without you. Because even if you hate me, even if you never forgive me—you’re mine.”

Your power wavered, faltered, sparking out in the air around you. Books dropped to the floor with heavy thuds.

Your heart was screaming, your body trembling, your lips hovering just a breath from his.

“Say it,” he murmured, his voice raw, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Say you don’t want me, and I’ll leave.”

The words caught in your throat.

Because you couldn’t. And you hated yourself for it.

Your lips parted, but no sound came out. His demand hung between you like a live wire.

“Say it,” Tyler whispered again, voice cracked and raw, his forehead pressing harder to yours. “Say you don’t want me.”

You should have. You wanted to. But your pulse betrayed you, hammering against your ribs like it might break free.

The silence was enough of an answer.

His breath hitched, and then his mouth was on yours.

It wasn’t gentle—it was desperate, bruising, like he was starving and you were the only thing that could keep him alive. You shoved at his chest, telekinesis sparking uncontrolled, rattling every object in the room. But the second his tongue slid against yours, a fire erupted through you so consuming it made you moan against him.

“Stop—” you gasped between kisses, your hands still pushing, still fighting— but your body betrayed you, arching into his.

“Never,” he growled against your lips, his hands gripping your waist like he could fuse you to him. “I’ll never stop wanting you.”

Your fury flared hot, sharper than your desire, and you shoved with your power. Tyler slammed back against the opposite wall, his breath punched out of him. For a moment, you stood there, chest heaving, your power surging through your veins like wildfire.

“You don’t get to come back into my life like this,” you spat, stalking toward him, telekinesis holding him pinned to the wall. His chest rose and fell, muscles straining against the invisible force. “You don’t get to break me, then act like I should forgive you just because you still want me.”

Lightning cracked outside, thunder shaking the floor. The storm was inside you now, surging, boiling.

Tyler’s lips twisted into a grim smile, even as he fought against your hold. “I don’t want your forgiveness.” His eyes blazed into yours. “I want you.”

With a guttural growl of frustration, you released the hold—and in a blink, he was on you again. His body pressed you back against the wall so hard the breath left your lungs. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat.

“You hate me,” he rasped, his mouth hot against your jaw. “Say it again.”

“I—” Your words dissolved into a gasp as his teeth grazed your pulse. “I hate you.”

“Liar,” he breathed, his tongue brushing the same spot, making you shiver. “You want me to burn for what I did? Fine. But don’t pretend you’re not burning too.”

Your hands clutched at his soaked shirt, torn between pushing him away and dragging him closer. His lips moved down your neck, slow and sinful, each touch unraveling you further.

“You deceived me,” you gasped, fury spiking again even as heat pooled low in your stomach. “You used me.”

His head snapped up, his eyes wild. “No. I saved myself with you. You were the only part that was real.” His thumb traced your bottom lip again, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “You still are.”

The fight bled out of you in a shuddering breath. Your power flickered around the room, sending papers fluttering, candles extinguishing. You hated him. You wanted him. Both truths carved into you like scars.

When his mouth crashed back onto yours, you didn’t stop him this time.

The kiss was molten, all teeth and heat and desperation. You clawed at him, nails dragging down his chest, ripping buttons loose. He groaned into your mouth, his hands roaming with a hunger that made your knees tremble.

“Tell me to stop,” he begged against your lips, his forehead pressed to yours again, his breath ragged. “Tell me, and I swear I will.”

But the word wouldn’t come.

Because you didn’t want him to.

You surged up, kissing him harder, biting his lip, tasting the blood and the rain and the wreckage of everything between you.

Sarina the teenage..vampire lifeguard

tyler galpin x psychic!fem!reader

synopsis (requested) – reader is an outcast who notoriously hears people’s thoughts. yet she can’t hear tyler’s. she can hear the hyde’s thoughts. intrigue takes over and they both can’t leave each other alone.

angst. fluff

you're practicing with enid, wednesday and tyler. since it was tyler's break, he sat at the table with the three of you. your parents, well known among the outcasts as some of the greatest psychics of their generation, had been insistent lately. be sharper, more precise. their words echoed in your mind as you tried to focus on enid's thoughts.

you had chosen the weatherbane to practice because there were more people here. more noise, more distractions. if you could do it here, anywhere else would feel easy.

you shut your eyes, getting into enid's head, —is it a bunny?

enid clapped her hands together, —yes! well done!

before you could celebrate with her, wednesday intervened.

—really vague, —she added. —what color? how big is it? domestic or wild?

tyler chuckled. when your eyes moved to him, you caught that same curious look he always wore when you used your abilities. —don't be so hard on her. she's doing great. you're doing great.

you pressed your lips together into a smile at his compliment.

—try again. if you can't identify details under pressure, then this practice is meaningless. try with tyler.

you gulped.

not once in the time you'd been friends with tyler had you been able to read him.

everyone else, even the most guarded minds, gave away something. enid's type was the easiest, her mind was loud, clear, colorful, let you in easily, not even trying to hide the chaos of her feelings. puppies, nail polish, a half formed crush on someone she hadn't told you about yet. her thoughts sparked brightly, almost too much sometimes.

wednesday's on the other hand was like a forest full of traps set to snap the moment you stepped too far. sometimes, when you brushed against her thoughts by accident, you swore she noticed and her eyes cut to you, as if she could feel you there, daring you silently to trespass.

tyler, though... tyler was nothing like that. actually, he was nothing. like a tv with no signal, just a dead gray screen, and emptiness that went on as if there had never been anything to begin with. you knew why that happened, and it was not because tyler didn't have a single thought behind those beautiful caramel eyes.

it happened the same to your mother the first time she tried to read your father, to your aunts and grandmothers with their husbands. the mind didn't go silent because there was nothing there, it went silent because love was louder.

you didn't want to admit it but you were in love with tyler.

you couldn't back down and you couldn't tell them because it'd be too embarrassing, so you took a deep breath and tried to get inside him. you pushed into his mind gently at first, searching for a crack, a flicker of a thought you could use.

nothing.

not emptiness, not resistance. just cold silence that stretched like a night with no stars.

your chest tightened. you pressed harder.

there was a part of his mind, darker than the rest. like a door. your parents taught you about them early on, about boundaries you weren't supposed to cross them. wednesday's mind was full of them, enid had none at all, and tyler had only one. you knew you shouldn't touch it, the first time you crossed it, it had been unbearable. screams, pain, like voices clawing at your skull. it had driven you out so violently you couldn't breathe.

and yet if you pulled away now and left tyler's mind empty handed, they'd all see your failure, and worst, wednesday might know about your feelings for him. your pulse sounded in your ears as you reached for it. for a second, you heard something in the middle of all the darkness. a low growl, the scrape of claws, and then the screams. those damn screams.

you opened your eyes, breathless.

tyler and enid looked confused, wednesday with that expressionless face, but her silence told you she knew something had happened.

—i don't want to do this anymore, i'm too tired, —you left your back fall against the chair, exhaling hard.

enid nodded, looking at wednesday before she could complain, —you've been pushing yourself too hard.

wednesday just sat there. she didn't believe you. she knew you weren't just tired.

—i'll go to the bathroom, —you said and pushed yourself up from the chair before anyone could argue.

you leaned against the sink, pressing your palms against the cold porcelain as you let out a long breath. when your eyes lifted, trying to focus on your reflection in the mirror, she was already there. wednesday. standing just behind you. you hadn't even heard her come inside.

—tell me what you saw, —she demanded.

—i didn't see anything.

she tilted her head, —you're not tired. you're hiding. tell me what you saw.

you turned to look at her, —i didn't see anything, okay?! it's dark when i get in his mind! i can't see anything!

—so that's it. not tired. just hopelessly smitten, —of course wednesday knew about what that meant, there were some psychics in her family too. —you can't read him because you don't want to, it's because you want him too much. enid will be thrilled to know.

your cheeks burned, —it's not...

—... love? —she interrupted. —don't even bother denying it.

she left the bathroom. you closed your eyes and shook your head. now wednesday knew about your feelings for tyler, and soon enid will too, but at least you'd managed to cover what you heard.

the next day you walked into the weathervane after class as usual, your eyes scanning instinctively for tyler behind the counter. the cutest smile appeared on his lips when he saw you, his whole face lighting up and you couldn't help but get a little nervous. you raised a hand in a small wave and tyler nodded back, already moving to make your usual order without having to ask.

—here you have, —he said as he placed your drink on the table. the weathervane was almost empty so tyler could afford to slide into the seat in front of you.

—thank you, —you wrapped your hands around the mug.

—how are you? feeling any better?

you nodded. yesterday you left saying you didn't feel good, and it wasn't entirely false. the dizziness after trying to hard to get inside his mind was real.

—good. you scared me a little.

—i'm fine now, —you said quickly. —but i want to try again.

tyler blinked, —what? now? i think you should rest, yesterday you didn't look...

—yes, now, —you cut him off.

for a moment, tyler just studied you, his caramel eyes searching yours trying to figure out how serious you were. he looked somewhat concerned but he didn't push further. —alright. if you're sure.

—could you... let me hold your hands? it'd be easier for me like that.

—sure, —he extended his hands across the table, letting yours find his. you just let your palms rest against his, feeling the warmth of his skin, his fingers resting against your wrist without pressing.

—i need you to close your eyes with me this time.

and he showed you a little smile and did as you said. you swallowed hard and closed yours too. you focused on your breathing, and then on his. with your fingers resting against his wrist you could feel his pulse, and the weathervane noises faded to nothing, replaced by the hum of his heartbeat.

you pushed into his mind and that familiar darkness welcomed you. you searched for the door and when you finally found it, you could see it clearer, more vivid, your palms pressed harder against his. the chaos behind the door was more real now, louder. every lesson your parents taught you screamed to stop, but you reached for the doorknob anyways.

the darkness behind the door burst forward and clashed into you. screams of pain echoed in your ears as the first image sharpened. you saw claws tearing through tress, blood soaking the ground.

another vision slammed into you. eyes staring from a monstrous face, jaws snapping, bones cracking and a body left discarded like a prey. and you saw him. tyler. his bones twisting, skin tearing until the monster emerged where he stood. the hyde.

you tried to pull away, but the vision wouldn't let you go.

this time tyler wasn't the monster. he was himself. his face pale, his body shaking, chains holding his wrists, begging for release from someone you couldn't see.

you opened your eyes, breathless. you pulled your hands from his like you just had touched fire. tyler's smile faded, his eyes narrowing.

—you shouldn't have seen that.

—you're the hyde, —you mumbled, more to yourself.

—i can't control it.

—oh my god, —your breath caught in your throat, —you're the hyde, —you repeated.

tyler watched you, his jaw tightening. for the first time since you met him, you weren't sure if the boy sitting in front of you was the same one you'd let yourself fall for. that door inside his mind wasn't just a wall of a memory of trauma like your dads had taught you to respect. it was something else entirely, it belonged to the hyde.

you pushed yourself from the chair. tyler's eyes followed you, but he didn't move to stop you. you couldn't stand the weight of his stare, not after what you'd just seen. you walked out of the weathervane, the bell above the door jiggling far too cheerfully for the way your chest was hurting.

this past days without tyler had been hard, boring. you liked going to the weathervane but you'd been actively avoiding it, even just the smell of coffee and cinnamon made you stop on your feet. at night you replayed the visions. the hyde tearing through trees, the blood, the brutality of it. but then you remembered tyler, chained and begging. it was easier to remember that version of him, the one who was suffering and needed someone to see him beyond the monster.

enid asked you if you were okay and you always said yes, but the truth was that everything felt off without him. you didn't realize how much of your routine had become tied to tyler until he wasn't in it anymore. wednesday, of course, saw straight through you. she arched her eyebrows and said that if you really were fine, then surely you wouldn't mind joining them at the weathervane that same night.

and that's how you ended up sitting across from him.

—okay, what happens between you two? —enid asked, her eyes moving between you and tyler.

it was almost closing time so the weathervane was empty except for the four of you. tyler always waited for you at this hour when you hadn't managed to see each other during the day, a little ritual so you could all catch up.

but tonight you hadn't said a single word and tyler, usually matching enid's joy, only spoke when it was to answer one of enid's questions with short replies. wednesday noticed immediately, but enid had needed a little longer and now she was trying to figure out what she'd missed.

—enid let's go, —wednesday pushed herself from the chair.

enid blinked, —huh? now?

you moved to stand, ready to grab your bag, but wednesday's hand pressed firmly against your shoulder.

—you're not coming with us.

—what?

—you two have been silence all night. pathetic, if you asked me. i assume it has something to do with you being head over heels for each other. fix it. now. or stop wasting everyone's time.

enid's jaw dropped, —wednesday! —but wednesday was already heading to the door, not waiting for your reaction or tyler's. enid chewed her lip nervously, —um... good luck? —she whispered before hurrying after wednesday.

now it was just you and tyler. alone. you and the hyde.

his fingers tapped against the table before he leaned back in his chair, his eyes focused on the table. you pressed your fists at both sides of your body. finally, tyler exhaled, breaking the silence.

—you're scared of me, —he wasn't even asking, —i can see it. you don't even have to say it.

you shook your head, more to yourself than to him. you weren't scared, you didn't feel safe, it was hearing that sweet and soft voice of his again, talking to you.

—i didn't want you to find out like this. i wanted... god, i don't know what i wanted. with you, something in my life wasn't about the hyde.

your fists trembled at your sides.

—i know you haven't told anything. they would've come looking for me if you had.

you shook your head again, not denying it, but not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing it out loud. you grabbed your coat from the chair and walked to the door. but before you could reach it, tyler stood, faster than you expected, and his hand close around your arm.

—let me explain, please.

you yanked against his grip but he didn't let go. tyler was stronger than you'd ever realized.

—explain what? does going on killing sprees needs any explanation?

tyler's jaw clenched with shame and anger as he let go off your arm.

—i can't control it, okay? do you think i wanna turn in to that? —there was disgust in his voice. —i try. i do everything i can. chains, meds, whatever i can find. i lock myself up. i leave town. but it doesn't listen. she doesn't let it listen.

she must be the person you saw in the vision, the one who stood before tyler while he was chained and his eyes were wide with terror.

for a long second you only stared at him.

—why haven't you said anything?

you shook your head again, closing your eyes. you'd asked yourself that question a million times over the past few days. why?

—i'm tied to you, —you looked into his caramel eyes, for the first time since you discovered the monster inside him. —it's... a psychic thing. i can't see anything when i get into your mind. nothing. it's like... like something's blocking me. that door i crossed... it wasn't your memory. it was the hyde's. i can read everyone, tyler. but i can't read you.

tyler quickly understood what that something was referring to and it quickly clicked with how wednesday left saying that you needed to fix this situation because the two of you were clearly head over heels for each other.

—i like you. i, —you paused. the words felt too big and too small at once because like wasn't quiet the right term. —i care about you. more than makes sense right now, and i don't want to pretend that seeing the hyde changes that, but i don't want to act like everything's normal.

his eyes shone in that way only tyler's could.

—if you want me to run, tell me, —you added, —i'll go. i'll do what i can to keep myself safe. but if you want someone who's not running... i won't.

—i don't want you to run, —he said almost involuntarily, it came out from the deepest part of him.

you nodded slowly, your chest tightening. gosh, what were you even thinking? covering the hyde when all the town is going crazy looking for him and yet you couldn't turn on him. not tyler. not the boy who had your heart even when the monster inside him.

—i like you too. a lot, —regret and shame took over his expression after the confession, — i'm sorry, i shouldn't... but i didn't want you to leave tonight thinking i don't feel the same way about you.

you felt your cheeks heat up. this is probably the worst confession of all times, you thought, but you couldn't it and let your eyes move from his to his lips, tracing the curve of his mouth like you'd done a thousand times. and then you noticed. he was doing the exact same thing. neither of you spoke, but both of you moved closer at the same time.

your lips met in a soft kiss, tentative at first, as if you were both afraid of breaking this new bod you had created. tyler's hands moved to your waist as yours pushed the back of his head to bring him closer to you and he leaned into you without hesitation. his lips were sweet, nothing compared to the monster you saw in his head, nothing but your tyler.

when you finally pulled back, tyler let his forehead rest against your, breaths mixing, your hand still tangled in the curls at the back of his head. tyler let out a sigh of relief against your lips, as if with you knowing he could finally breath.

and you, you couldn't stop your mind from racing. how could you help tyler? maybe you could use your powers for good. hypnosis could work. you could even try reaching him when he was in the hyde form.