"I'll grab my bat, and go with you" In which Tyler is a basketball star and Josh is his neighbor with the colored hair and dimpled cheeks that he has fallen for ever since middle school - Hi, cheesy joshler fic but I really wanted to write it, alright?
"'We're not machines, not here.' He said, turning back, his torch the only light source in the pitch black valley. 'Then what are we, Josh?' Tyler asked, the silence echoing between them. 'Whatever we want to be.'" - Overdue Trench story, hope you like this ||-//
"I guess we were given the same purpose then. This'll be fun.' 'I thought angels weren't supposed to please themselves on others' sorrow.' 'well, no angel is perfect'" - lowercase intended synesthesically written trigger warning: depression
"Don't forget about me please Josh?" She asked. I felt her pull out of the hug. I grabbed her shoulders. "I won't forget about you for the world buttercup. Don't forget me too okay? I love you." I said, pulling her into another hug and softly kissing her mud-brown hair. "I won't Joshie. I love you too. I'll miss you...