I am dedicating this part tø twenty-øne piløts. Simply because I am on a møbile device. Øn my cømputer I can't dø this because I døn't have the øptiøn. Sø yeah. That's it. I fucking løve twenty-øne piløts. Freaking Jøshler for life. Be warned I might write a Jøshler fanfic in the future.
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-TRIGGER WARNING MENTION OF CUTTING'
"Jøsh, I..." I trailed øff.
"What is it, Tyler?", he løøked up frøm his pilløw.
(Yes. I just said pilløw. Calm the fuck døwn yøu dirty little fangirl)
"I um.. I..." I cøuldn't find the wørds, they were just øut øf reach.
He reached his hand øut acrøss frøm his bed and gently laced his fingers thrøugh mine.
(Hehe separate beds biøtch)
"Say what yøu have tø say, Tyler.", he said simply and quietly.
I was silent før a møment.
"Yøu saved me frøm him, Jøsh. Yøu saved me frøm Blurry when nøbødy cøuld." I said.
"Thank yøu." I added, gripping his fingers tighter.
"Mr. Tyler Jøseph," he started, flashing me a little bit øf his adørable trademark smile, as he turned to løøk at me with all the intensity as he had when we first met.
"Yes, Mr. Jøsh Dun." I replied, smiling back.
"I swøre when I met yøu that Blurry wøuldn't ever hurt yøu again." he sat up, me følløwing suit.
"I meant that, Mr. Jøseph. I meant every wørd." he grasped my øther hand and løøked deep intø my eyes.
I swear he was løøking into my søul.
He smiled even bigger, it spread all the way tø his eyes.
"Remember what I said, Tyler?" he asked.
"I was gøing tø save yøu..." he started.
"...ør Brendøn can piss øn yøur grave før me." I finished.
We laughed.
He traced the fading scars that criss-crøssed my arm gently with his finger.
His finger glided frøm acrøss my wrists, døwn tø my førearms.
We were bøth silent, and ønly when I løøked up did I realize that Jøsh Dun, my saviør, was crying.
I jumped øver to Jøsh's bed, and held him cløse.
"I løve you, Tyler Jøseph." he whispered, his head buried in my shøulder.
"I løve yøu tøø, Jøsh Dun." I said quietly.
I never wanted tø let gø.
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Because Tyler is always messed up in the fanfics. It's basically a law.
Alsø: anyøne want this tø be a fic?
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