from june to august, a camp was held for teens ages 14 to 17. it was a camp created for aspiring musicians. it was divided into two, vocals and instruments. first fanfiction rip? trigger warnings***
"I can't wait to see everything, the colors, the shapes..but wait I'm forgetting something." "What are you forgetting Tyler?" "I can't wait to see you." [NOT EDITED]. this is my first fic and I know it's not good but oh well what we gonna do. This could've been sooooo much better but like seeing as I did this when I w...
[tw: self harm, depression, suicide, etc.] josh is your regular popular kid. everyone admires him at school. his life is perfect. tyler is the sad kid that no one talks to. he has no friends and doesn't plan to make any. his life could be better. josh has a girlfriend, but that doesn't stop him from loving tyler, righ...
when tyler finds josh's instagram he scrolls through his pictures. turns out the guy has good music taste, can play drums, has nice hair, and is kinda cute. not to mention he put his kik user in his bio you will also probs be triggered by all the horrible puns and references sorry not sorry ----- lowercase intended
Josh is a business man. A very, very wealthy business man. He thought he had it all. Money, good looks, power. But the one thing he craved? Love. He's thirty two and pathetically single. He wants to change that. Time's ticking. Tyler is a brat. A nasty, slutty, obnoxious, selfish brat. He gets what he wants when he w...
josh is sent to work on his uncle's farm for the summer. suddenly the fresh strawberries aren't the sweetest thing on the farm when tyler shows up. !! 1 in the tag joshler !! !! 1 in the tag dun !! !! 2 in the tag femtyler !! !! 5 in the tag twentyonepilots !!
Josh can read emotions, not that it's ever helped him. Suffocating in a town that is outrageously boring, Josh just wants something- anything- to happen. But when a new boy arrives in school, someone so afraid of something it hurts, Josh is determined to find out what, before it's too late //COMPLETED//