Really, it was just spontaneous fighting, Peter Pan, a carton of noodles, a magic eight ball, and a few other people that simultaneously knocked Tyler and Josh on their ass. *** In which Josh is a musician with a personality like a thunderstorm, Tyler is a messy asshole that can't seem to remember that he has a boyfriend, and both of them hate each other.

it's been ten years and tyler is still the song stuck in josh's head. epilogue to the oneshot "now i see it everyday (and i am the luckiest)" **once again, this story does NOT belong to me. all rights go to feelingsmall79 on archive of our own.** //joshler// part 2 of the sure to die series

"We are the luckiest goddamn bastards, aren't we?" He wouldn't trade this for the world. ** all rights go to feelingsmall79 on archive of our own... i decided to upload this fic onto wattpad so it's easier to find. none of this work is mine ** // joshler // part 1 of the sure to die series

He woke up in a village full of blue, children where playing and someone familiar was laughing This must be Slowtown

if you are very easily triggered, please don't read this. i don't think this is very graphic, but please be cautious i don't want anyone hurting themselves. inspired by forest by twenty one pilots

For a boy, Josh didn't meet the general standards He wasn't your typical teenager Football? Party's? Girls? Nah Music, Netflix and Guys

Tyler is depressed, schizophrenic and self harms. he has two best friends, Josh dun and frank iero. Tyler has had a thing for Josh for a while, but when things get bad will Josh be there for him? **trigger warning** also there's a decent amount of Frank Iero, Frerard and some Ryan Ross in this

Tyler Joseph is ready to give up on life. Josh Dunn is ready to finally have a friend. Josh won't let Tyler let himself go, and Tyler won't let josh get to close. Who will tip the scale? Leaving feedback would be awesome <3 ~ xoxo Josue

He was so, so beautiful. And not in just the physical way. He was beautiful in what he was. Fire and smoke and tall things and candy and laughter and football games he didn't care about and music that he did and I will never be able to forget any of that, and I can't say that I ever want to. *** This story will contain upsetting thoughts and actions because of the fact that it's written from the view of a depressed human being. & i would edit this (considering it was written about two years back), but it's cool to leave things where they are. enjoy my older writing, dudes xx