Josh is hurting and Tyler is trying to help.

I'm not sentimental. This skin and bones is a rental. • • •

josh isn't the skinniest boy you've ever met. but he will be. (tw for eating disorders & selfharm/suicide(?)/transphobia)

everyone knows about tyler joseph's demons. everyone knows they exist. but josh? no one ever notices him.

"Best friend not boyfriend. Best friend not boyfriend," Tyler repeats to himself endlessly. He can't feel this way about his best friend, and he wouldn't let himself. But Tyler should know better than anyone; you can't hide from love. Especially when it grabs you by the heart, twisting and tugging until you have no energy left to stop it. He was in love with Joshua Dun, and eventually, he stopped denying it. There was nothing left for him to do but fall deeper and deeper, past the point of being rescued, for his best friend. •Please correct my mistakes!• This is the first fanfic I ever wrote, so it may not be as good as my newer ones! If you have any suggestions or requests for joshler stories/oneshots, comment and I'll write them. This is hella short, but if you like it, make sure to vote<3 ©Blurry_Writer

Josh works at Starbucks. Tyler doesn't even know his name.

Meet Sherlock Holmes- a 15 year old sociopath; arrogant, tactless, rejected, but enjoys a life of solitude and deducing. Meet John Watson- a 15 year old footballer; quiet, popular, caring, but endures a life of isolation and oppression. A transfer from a state school, John pushes open the door of Room 22 to find the most crucial part of his life he never knew existed; a teenage boy with the mind of a philosopher, who just so happens to be able to precisely analyse every detail of John's life, whilst being able to piss everyone else off at the exact same time.

When a tragic event occurs in Peter's life, Tony tries to help, becoming more and more attached to the kid as more and more things happen. Peter is broken and Tony's trying to fix him...not realizing that he's slowly getting cut by the shattered pieces. This story is completed! TRIGGER WARNING: please read chapter titled 'important' for details!

I WROTE THIS A YEAR AGO; APOLOGIES FOR THE SHITTY WRITING AND THE CRINGE i know where you stand silent in the trees and that's where i am silent in the trees why won't you speak where i happen to be silent in the trees standing cowardly

"No, no Peter. You don't have to go on. Let's take a break." Wade said, trying to get Peter to walk out with him. "No I can do it. Just give me a second." Peter sniffed, the back of his hand wiping away fat tears dripping down his face. "I'm okay. Just sit down. We can keep going. I want someone to know. I want You to know." Wade sighed but didn't argue as he sat back down across from his Baby Boy before thinking better if it and moving over to be at the spider's side; a strong arm wrapping around the spider's Small form. "If you're sure." ____________________________________ Everyone is born with wings. The wings of a human have evolved for far more important reasons then just flying to travel and find their next meal. Now wings are everything. Everything from your wing size and feather color describes something about you whether its true or not. Doves, the jewels of society due to their beautiful white wings. They are pure, desirable and perfect. Crows, hated and judged because they're assumed evil and bad just because if a genetic out come of the color fare decides to give them. People who can't fly are a disgrace and unwanted. Believed they can't be good mate material because they can't participate in an instinct to dance with their potential mate. They are assumed to not understand how to nest, how to raise young.... Peter has wings....He used to fly. But that was a long, long time ago.