Twenty Øne Piløts x Reader. (One-Shots)

Joshler.

Warning! This One-Shot is pretty sad, and contains suicide. Don't read it if you can't handle it, please.
Stay alive, stay safe.
-Madlen.
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Dear Josh,
after we became best friends, my world turned to the good, it feels like I can defeat Blurry, with your help, and your help only.
Yours, Tyler.

Dear Josh,
I was right, I am getting better and better, just with you on my side. Do you know how thankful I am for you being here? I doubt you do, but honestly, I am.
Yours, Tyler.

Dear Josh,
the music we make, it makes me happy. It fills me up, just like our friendship. I can't wait to see where our friendship leads us. Even though I am kinda scared. However, I know we can make it.  Frens.
Yours, Tyler.

Dear Josh,
it has been a while since I wrote a letter, and maybe that is a good sign, I don't know yet. It's incredible how far we have made it, it makes me smile, it makes me happy. It's so very incredible. I can't take it in.
Yours, Tyler.

Dear Josh,
I never thought my life could turn out so very well. I love you, man with tiger growl teeth. Thanks for being my fren.
Yours, Tyler.

Dear Josh,
he came back. Blurry is back. Even stronger. He kept me awake all night, but I don't know how to tell you. You look so happy...It will get better. I mean. Peace will win, and fear will lose, right?
Yours, Tyler.

Dear Josh,
it gets worse. And worse. And worse. And it just doesn't stop. I am trying to get it together, I have already made it once, I will make it again. Won't I? Peace will win, fear will lose. Peace will win, fear will lose. This line is on repeat in my head, that's a good sign, isn't it?
Yours, Tyler.

Dear Josh,
I won't make it. There is no way. Darkness takes me as prisoner again. I can't reach your safe embrace anymore. Josh, I can't.
Yours, Tyler.

Dear Josh,
I can't go on anymore. I just can't. Please believe me when I tell you I tried, I really did, but I am just so very far from fine. He just was so very strong. So very demanding. He destroyed me. My march ends here, I am sorry. I love you, fren. Thanks for going through most of it with me, I am sorry for not letting you help me. I just didn't want to give you all my pieces. You remember? I sang that line... Many times. Please remember, I always will be your best fren.
Yours, Tyler.

Josh's strong hands gripped the box with letters, which were written in Tyler's handwriting, tightly. He had read all of them. Over and over, but no matter how often he read them, the last one always meant the same. A simple, handwritten goodbye. The yellow-haired male looked up at the sky, the box still in his grip. "I will be there soon, Ty. I will be by your side again," he whispered, then looked at the black gravestone.
Tyler Robert Joseph.
1st December 1988-2nd February 2017
Josh let out another shaky breath, getting up and letting his fingers trail over the cold stone. "Wait for me," he whispered and lifted a gun to his head.

A few months later, a person stepped on the graveyard, a hood was pulled over their head as they spotted two gravestones, which were resting in the shadows of two large trees. The dark person stepped closer, staring down at the writing of the black stone.
Tyler Robert Joseph.
1st December 1988-2nd February 2017.
The figure's eyes moved over to the writing of the grey one.
Joshua William Dun.
18th June 1988-18th February 2017.
A silence was on the graveyard, the person in black being the only one around. They stretched their hand out, letting their hand run over the stones, before they swiftly turned around and left the yard.
Two sticky notes stuck on each stone now.
"Tyler needed Josh..."
"...and Josh needed Tyler."