Precious // Joshler // ddlb

*twenty four*

sad in the beginning

but fluffy (I think) in the end

tw later on...

love you guys ❤️

Two days after their date, Josh wakes up without Tyler next to him. It was 5:45, pretty early in the morning for Tyler to be up. Figuring the boy just was in the bathroom or making himself some breakfast, Josh closed his eyes and drifted off again.

He woke back up at 7:15 still with no Tyler by his side. Josh sat up and stretched his back. He got up and walked downstairs to find Tyler.

"Tyler?"

No response.

As he got down to the kitchen there was no sign of Tyler anywhere. Josh looked in the living room to find the same thing.

"Baby? Are you in the bathroom?" Josh yells as he walks over to the stairs.

No response.

Josh searches the upstairs and downstairs frantically, trying to find the missing Tyler. After no success for twenty minutes he runs down to the basement.

"Tyler, hun? Where are you?"

He turns the light on, immediately seeing Tyler in a corner.

"Tyler what are you doing?" Josh asks as he runs over to him.

tw - slight attempted suicide... still attempted suicide nonetheless

As Josh kneels down next to his boy he sees one of his huge steak knives shaking in the boy's left hand.

"Tyler." Josh says as his eyes widen.

He quickly takes the knife out of Tyler's hand and throws it to the other side of the room, the metal clattering against the concrete wall and floor. Just as Josh does that the brunet screams in terror.

"Honey, shh, it's just me." The older boy tries to assure, attempting to rub the smaller boy's back.

Tyler violently moves away from his touch, clutching his right arm to his chest.

"Let me see." Josh softly commands, trying to pull the brunet's arm away.

"No." Tyler screams, pulling away from Josh.

Calmly, the older boy tries to soothe his crying love. Soon enough Josh is able to pull Tyler's right arm away from his chest, inspecting what the boy did to himself.

"Honey, no." Josh whispers.

Tyler had tried to slice his arm open, none of the cuts deeper than a cat scratch, very few were slightly deeper than the others. Josh could tell he tried to hit either his radial or ulnar artery. He gently rubs his hand over Tyler's arm, trying to hold back tears of his own.

"Baby, why?" Josh asks, trying to touch Tyler a little more so he could try and calm both of them down.

Tyler screams in response to Josh's touch. Clearly, he didn't want Josh to touch him right now, and Josh didn't blame him.

Silently, the older boy soothes his boyfriend, trying to calm him as much as he could. Forty five minutes pass as Tyler's screams and sobs fade away. Josh continues to hold his tiny boy's hand, softly rubbing his thumb over Tyler's knuckles.

"Dada..." Tyler croaks, his voice hoarse.

"Oh my precious baby. I'm right here. Dada's right here, hun. I'm not going anywhere. You're alright." Josh rambles, moving closer to Tyler's shaking frame.