Josh learns not to mess around in a cemetery (Mentions of suicidal thoughts, self-harm, though this story does not focus on such things)

I sing about the demons trapped inside of me. Nobody hears me but it always seems to help. He was the first to hear me. He was the first to help me. He was the first person I saw and questioned who I really was. I think I love him.

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙧, 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨. sequel to forever💋

joshler. "so i guess i only miss the memories, not the person."

[completed] joshler one shots/ short stories/ smut warning

unknown number: I miss you me: josh? sequel to imessage💕 completed: 13/5/2017

lowercase intended. requests open.

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A Joshler fic to make you all suffer