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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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Could I request an imagine please? I was wondering if you could make one about the reader having an argument with Josh then going off to the airport to fly back home (England in my case) but stops themselves when they hear Josh calling their name. The reader stops and rushes back over to Josh and it's all fluff from there.. Thank you! Xx

The lack of postingrecently is really awful (I’m so sorry), but here you go! This is very longoverdue, but I hope you enjoy!

Please Don’t Go (AJosh Dun Imagine)

Trigger Warnings:None

Packing was always bittersweet. You loved visiting yourfamily back in England, but that meant being separated from Josh. You alwaysmanaged to make it work, video chatting and calling for hours every night, butno matter how much you kept in-touch, you always missed him terribly when youwere gone.

Today was going to be especially hard. Normally, you leftfor a week or two before returning, but this time, you were going to be gonealmost an entire month. You wanted to make the most of time with Josh that youhad left.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, humming softly as youfolded clothes and packed them neatly into your suitcase for the trip.Distracted by the task-at-hand, you didn’t even hear Josh come up behind youuntil he was planting a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“How’s it going?” He asked you, making his way across yourshared bedroom to grab his phone charger.

“Could be better. I hate leaving you.” You sighed, brushinga loose strand of hair out of your eyes before stuffing your toothbrush in thebag.

“I hate it when you leave too. But it’ll be nice to see yourfamily, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You said absentmindedly, folding a sweaterbefore stuffing it into the bag. “Hey I was thinking maybe you drive me to theairport tonight? We could stop for dinner on the way.”

Josh wound the phone charger around his palm. “Can’t. Tylerand I are recording tonight, remember? We booked the studio months ago; I can’tjust ditch.”

You looked up from packing. You hadn’t expected him to sayno. “But, it’s our last chance to see each other before I leave.” You whined,failing to mask the disappointment in your voice.

He gave you a sad smile. “I know baby, I really wish Icould, but there’s not much I can do.”

“Why don’t you just call the studio, ask to reschedule?”

“That’s not how it works.”

“I’m sure there’s some way for-“

You flinched as Josh slammed his hand down hard on thedresser. His calm expression had quickly contorted into sheer exasperation.

“There’s not,okay? Tyler and I have been planning this for months. I’m sorry that our planshappened to fall on the same night that you leave, but there’s nothing I can doabout it. I can’t just re-arrange my life around your needs; I have things Ineed to do too. You need to learn that everything doesn’t revolve around youall the time.”

You froze, your eyes wide in shock. Josh had never yelled atyou. Ever. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you grabbed your suitcase andheaded toward the hall.

“Fine. Have fun recording.”You choked bitterly, your voice dripping with sarcasm, before slamming the doorbehind you.

It wasn’t until you were on the sidewalk outside that thetears took over. The bitter wind whipped through your thin hoodie and stungyour tear-stained cheeks as you marched bitterly toward the bus stop, yoursuitcase bumping along the cracks in the pavement behind you. You knew yourrelationship with Josh had been too good to be true. You should have backed outwhile you still had a chance. You fought back angry tears as you realized thathe cared about his career more than he cared about you. Clenching your fisttighter, you dug your nails deep into your palm to keep yourself from losingit.

You were relieved to see that there was no one waiting atthe bus stop when you arrived, giving you a chance to recollect yourself beforesomeone saw you crying. When the bus arrived a few minutes later, you hadmanaged to wipe the tears from your eyes and make yourself appear at leastsemi-presentable.

You chose a seat toward the back. The bus was surprisinglyempty, with only a few passengers scattered throughout the rows. Pulling out a pair of earbuds, you leanedyour head against the window and watched everything whiz by in streaks ofcolor. You turned up the music, trying to concentrate on the lyrics, but allyou could think about was Josh.

How could he have prioritized his music over you? You guyshad been through thick and thin together, and now you were going to lose himover some dumb recording session?

The rest of the bus ride was spent staring out the window,swaying gently over the bumpy roads. You felt numb, the anger of the argumentwearing off into misery. When you finally reached the airport, it was gettingdark, and the sun hung low over the horizon, casting a warm glow overeverything in sight. You grabbed your suitcase and headed for the doors of thebuilding.

You followed the same routine you did every time you leftfor home. Bag check, security, coffee. This time was different though. Therewas no rush of excitement, no jittery anticipation. Everything felt routine andlifeless.

Sitting down at the gate, the realization of howinconsiderate you’d been hit you like a truck at full force. You once againfelt the familiar sting of tears welling up in your eyes, but you weredetermined to contain them this time. You felt awful for having been soselfish. Of course he loved you, but he loved his career too. He’d been waitingso long to record; of course he couldn’t just cancel it for you. You knew that hismusic meant the world to him, but in the heat of the moment, you’d been toofocused on yourself to think about his perspective. Maybe Josh was right; maybeyou did act like the world revolved around you.

Every second you spent with your thoughts made you feelsicker and sicker. Subconsciously, you reached into your back pocket and pulledout your phone. You needed to apologize for how acted. But before you couldclick Josh’s number, you stopped yourself. Maybe this was for the best. Maybethe fight was a good thing. After all, Josh deserved someone better than youcould ever be.

A monotone voice blared over the intercom. “Flight 206 toLondon-Heathrow will begin boarding shortly.”

Gathering your wits, you stood up from the bench andreplaced your phone in your back pocket, joining the other people in line.

This was it. There was no turning back now. You were leavinghere, leaving Josh. The painful lurch in your stomach almost convinced you toturn back, to call Josh and apologize, but you knew that was unfair to him. Hedeserved so much better.

“(Y/N)!”

Confused, you looked up from your boarding pass. You couldswear that voice belonged to Josh. Looking over your shoulder toward the voice,all you saw was an older couple walking strolling slowly past the gate. You shookyour head, embarrassed at how ridiculous that was. Why would Josh be here? Butthen you heard the voice again, louder, clearer this time.

Turning around again, your heart skipped a beat as you sawJosh sprinting toward you. His eyes were puffy and his hair was a mess, but therewas a look of pure relief on his face.

You took off running toward him, the pent-up tears finallystreaming down your face, but this time it wasn’t out of anger or despair, bututter joy. Josh was here.

When you finally reached him, you were swept off your feetby his enthusiastic embrace. He was breathing heavy, clearly having run as fastas he possibly could to catch you before your flight took off.

“I’m…sorry.” He panted, trying to catch his breath. “I-”

You squeezed him tightly, never wanting to let him go everagain. “It was my fault.” You sputtered, still holding him tight. “I’m sorry. Iwas so selfish. I know how much recording means to you.”

You stood there for a minute, wrapped in each other’s arms,while Josh caught his breath. His presence was so comforting; you didn’t evenmind the ugly hiccups and sniffles you were making. He was here. He came foryou.

A few minutes later, Josh’s breathing had become steady. He rubbedyour back gently as he spoke, resting his head on yours. “I was really stressedout about this album and I was upset because you were leaving and, well… I didn’tmean to snap at you.”

“It’s not your fault. I was only thinking about myself.”

“No babe, I understand.”

He kissed your forehead gently and brushed a stray piece ofhair out of your face with his thumb.

“So we’re good then?” He asked tentatively, looking you inthe eyes.

You nodded. “I’m so glad you came.”

Unaware of what a scene you’d been making, you were startledwhen the ticket lady cleared her throat loudly behind you. “Are you coming ornot? We’re on a schedule here.”

Frazzled, you turned to grab your carry on, but Josh grabbedyour wrist, pleading desperately. “Please don’t go; I need you.”

You glanced at the gate and the angry ticket woman,conflicted. “I already told my mum I was coming.”

“I’ll buy you another ticket. You can fly out next week; Ican even come too if you want. Just pleasedon’t go. When you left, I… I realized how much I need you.”

You knew your mum would be upset, but there was no way youcould ever get on that plane. You wanted to stay with Josh forever.

“Okay.”

“Really?” The smile that lit up Josh’s face was bigger thanyou’d ever seen before.

“Yeah. I don’t want to leave, I want to stay right here withyou.”

He pulled you up against him once again, his arms aroundyour waist, and held you close. You let your head rest on his warm chest andwrapped your arms around his neck, holding on like it was life or death. You’dalmost lost him once, and you promised yourself you would never let him goagain.

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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I’m so sorry, I meant to post an imagine this week but it was homecoming week and a lot came up, so I promise I’ll post one tonight to make up for it. Also, thank you so much for 200 followers! It means the world to me that so many people enjoy my writing. I love you all!!

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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I absolutely loved your most recent imagine (((^: it was sooo cute

Aw thank you!! I’m so glad to hear it!

#anon

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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I hope you all like the new imagine :) Just so you guys know, I think I’m going to start writing requests out of order, but I’ll get to all of them, I promise. You guys are the best!!

#update #I have some pretty dang good requests in my inbox right now and I'm v excited

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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1. One where Y/N has to stay with Josh and his family while her parents go out of town. Her and Josh don't really know each other but their parents do. But then they start to bond and it's cute. Like they cuddle up at night watching X-Files.

Wow this took me an unacceptably long time to write (sorry).But it’s pretty long so hopefully that makes up for it. I thought the promptwas super cute, so thanks to whoever requested it! I hope it’s at least sort ofwhat you wanted!

Homesick (A Josh Dun Imagine)

TriggerWarnings: none

“Why do I have to go? I’m old enough to stay on my own.”

“For three whole days? I don’t think so.” You mom’s tone saidend-of-discussion, but you persisted.

“So you’re just gonna drop me off at some stranger’s house?”

“I already told you, Laura isn’t a stranger. We’ve workedtogether for years. She and her husband are very nice, and they have a sonwho’s your age.”

You tried to protest, but you were cut off before you couldsay anything else.

“You’re going, and that’s final.”

Knowing there was no use arguing, you slung your overnightbag over your shoulder with a huff before getting into the passenger seat ofthe car.

Your parents had always been protective of you. Being theironly child, they treated you like their prized possession. They hated leavingyou alone, even for a few hours. Now,they were off on a three day vacation to Switzerland, leaving you in the careof some family you’d never even met. Great.

The drive was surprisingly short; it was only a few minutesbefore you pulled into the driveway of a modest but comfortable-looking house.You felt an uneasiness in your stomach as the car stopped. You didn’t want tostay here with a family you didn’t know. You just wanted to stay at home whereeverything was familiar, normal.

A woman comes out thefront door as you pull up, almost as if she were waiting for you. She greetsyour mom with a friendly smile as you both exit the car, then turns to you andwraps you up in a big hug. Surprised by the sudden gesture, you stumblebackwards a bit, but just as quickly as thehug starts, she’s let go. “You must be (Y/N)! Come on in, dinner’s almostready!” She motions for you to follow her and heads toward the front door.Grabbing your bag and swinging it over your shoulder, you walk up the drivewayslowly, your mother in tow, taking in all the details of the cozy little house.

As soon as you enter the door you’re greeted by Mr. Dun, aman with just as much enthusiasm as his wife. Standing off to his side is atall boy, about your age. His dark hair is a mess of waves, and he’s dressed ina gray t-shirt and jeans. He offers you a smile, shy but polite, and you givehim a half-hearted one in return.

“You’ll be staying inJosh’s room while you’re here.” Mrs. Dun said, pointing to a poster-covereddoor down the hall. Smiling and leaningdown so only you could hear, she whispered “Don’t worry, I made him clean itbefore you came.” You thanked her and headed down the hallway. The wood floorcreaked with every step as you reached the door. Turning the handle slowly, youstepped inside.

Josh’s room was small, but it felt cozy, not claustrophobic.There wasn’t much room for furniture besides a bed, a desk, and a well-useddrum set in the corner. Posters of rock bands and old movies were plastered tothe walls, and a small, boxy TV set sat on top of the desk. The blankets on thebed were folded nicely, and the floor was surprisingly clean. Setting your bagdown on the bed, you slipped off your shoes and headed back toward the kitchen.

The table was already set, four sets of silverware arrangednicely across the floral tablecloth. A heaping bowl of spaghetti sat in thecenter, next to a plate of delicious looking homemade garlic bread. The smellwafting through the kitchen was heavenly, and you suddenly realized how hungryyou were.

Your mom left shortly before dinner started. When the doorclosed behind her, you felt a painful lump rising in your throat, symbolizingthe start of what was going to be an awful three days. Here you were, alonewith a family you’d never met before. Your stomach churned and the hunger inyour stomach melted away into anxiousness.

You sat down at the table. Josh and Mr. Dun took the seatsacross from you, and Mrs. Dun scooped a large helping of pasta onto your plate beforesitting down next to you.

She turned to you, offering a charming smile. “We’re veryhappy you’re here (Y/N).”

“Thank you. I’m happy to be here.” You answered hesitantly,unsure of what to say.

“So,” Mr. Dun looked up at you from his spaghetti pile. “Whatdo you like to do in your free time?”

God, youhated small talk. Face growing warm, you twisted a few strand ofspaghetti around your fork as you spoke, avoiding eye contact. “Um, I like todraw I guess. And I like music.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Josh likes music too. He plays the drums.What genre do you like to listen to?”

“I don’t know. Mostly rock. Some alternative.” You scooped asmall bite of spaghetti into your mouth, chewing slowly to give your achingstomach a chance to digest.

“That’s interesting.”

What followed was silence, filled only with sounds of chewingand the soft clanging of silverware. You didn’t know which was worse, thefailed attempts at small talk or the awkward silences that followed.

You managed to eat a bit more of the spaghetti before dinnerended. You had to admit, it tasted delicious, but the steady churning of yourstomach kept you from being able to enjoy the meal. You’d never been homesickbefore, but right now all you wanted was to be with your parents.

You got up from the table and placed your dishes in the sink,thanking Mr. and Mrs. Dun for the meal.

“Do want to watch amovie or something?” Mrs. Dun asked.

You looked down at the floor. “I’m pretty tired, I think I’mjust gonna go off to bed. Thank you though.”

She gave you a soft smile, but you could see the concern inher eyes. “Alright, let us know if you need anything.”

Guilt settled over you as you headed toward the bedroom. Herethey were, being so nice to you, and all you were doing in return was shuttingthem out. You didn’t want to be here; you wanted to be at home in your ownhouse where everything was familiar.

You threw on a pair of pajamas and brushed your teeth beforecrawling into bed. Unlocking your phone you began scrolling through Twitter,but you couldn’t focus, your mind was wandering elsewhere. Sighing, youswitched your phone off and rested your head on the pillow.

You lay there in the dark for a while, listening to the rhythmictick, tick, tick of the clock above the door. You weren’t sure how long youlay there, your mind racing. The painful lump in your throat grew larger as youtried not to think about home, about your parents. You rolled over onto yourside, pulling the comforter tighter around you and squeezed your eyes shut, butit wasn’t enough to keep the tears from falling. Pulling your legs up againstyour chest, you hoped no one could hear your soft sobs through the door.

As if on cue, you heard a small creak, and a beam of lightfrom the hallway crept across the floor. You held your breath, hoping youhadn’t been heard. You closed your eyes quickly and lay as still as possible,biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. Pretending to be asleep, you listenedto the creaking of someone tiptoeing into the room.

“Hello?” The words were quiet, almost inaudible, but yourecognized the voice as Josh’s. Though you didn’t respond, he continued. “I’msorry, I… I came in to get my iPod and I heard crying. Are you okay?”

You didn’t speak, hoping that maybe if you wished hardenough, he’d go magically go away.

No such luck; he was still there. His voice was gentler thistime. “Come on, I know you’re awake.”

You rolled onto your side toward Josh’s voice, squinting atthe bright light coming from the hallway. “Go away.”

When he saw your red eyes and tear-stained face, his featuressoftened. Walking over to you, he sat down on the bed, and you felt it dipunder his weight. You sat up so you were facing him and pulled the blanketaround your shoulders.

Clearly unsure of how to comfort the stranger crying in hisbedroom, Josh looked down at the floor. After a moment, he finally spoke. “Whyare you crying?”

You sniffled, wiping your eyes on your sleeve. “It’s dumb.”You were suddenly embarrassed, realizing how stupid your homesickness seemed.

“No it’s not.” He whispered, looking up at you, his browfurrowed.

You took a deep breath, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know; Ijust want to go home. No offense, your guys are really nice, it’s just… I don’twant to be here. I miss my parents.”

He studied your face as you spoke, listening intently. “Iknow how you feel. Being away from home kinda sucks.” He spoke slowly, as ifchoosing each word carefully.

You nodded in agreement, the knot in your stomach loosening abit.

“Hey, you wanna know what always makes me feel better?” Joshasked, his voice perking up. Withoutwaiting for a response, he reached under the bed and pulled out a dustycardboard box full of VHS tapes.

“Wow,” you said, your voice hoarse. “I didn’t know they stillmade those.”

“I got them at a garage sale.” He pulled a tape from the boxand held it out to you. “Have you ever seen The X-files?”

You took the tape from him cautiously and turned the dustycase over in your hands, examining it carefully. “No, I haven’t.”

Josh’s face lit up in a smile. “Well then you’re in for atreat.”

The light of the static-y TV screen lit up the dark room asthe episode started. Eerie music crackled through the monitor as the camerapanned down on a dark forest. You watched as a woman in a nightgown ran throughthe woods as though she was being chased.

You glanced over at Josh sitting next to you on the bed. Hiseyes were wide with excitement as he watched, and you couldn’t help feel at easeas you sat there with him, propped up on pillows, entranced by the fuzzy littleTV. His warmth next to you and the smell of his clothes made you forget yourhomesickness, and pretty soon you both were engrossed in the story playing outon the tiny TV.

Halfway through the episode, your eyelids began to feelheavy. You tried your best to focus on the storyline of the episode, but soonyou found yourself struggling to stay awake in the dim room. Before you hadtime to think about what you were doing, you laid your head down on Josh’sshoulder in a sleepy haze.

You were surprised when he wrapped his arms around you,gently stroking your shoulder. Even though you’d only met this boy a few hoursago his presence was so comforting; it felt so natural. You let your eyelashes flutterclosed as you relaxing into his embrace. You weren’t homesick anymore; being inJosh’s arms felt just like home.

“Thank you.” You whispered softly, your eyes still closed.

In one swift motion, he turned and his face was so close toyours and oh god you were kissing and his lips were so soft and his hand onyour cheek was so gentle and your heart was pounding and you felt like you wereflying and you never ever wanted this to end. When you finally let go, yourpalms were sweating and you were shaking slightly, but you were unable to keepthe smile from spreading across your rosy cheeks.

Exhausted, you let yourself descend backwards into the bed,sinking into the mattress and curling yourself into the fluffy blankets. Joshwrapped his arm around you and lay back gently onto the pillow next to you. Youtucked your head up against his side and nuzzled close to him, his arm aroundyour back, and you let your tired eyes slip shut. It didn’t take long foreither of you to drift off, wrapped in each other’s arms like lovers,illuminated in the dim blue glow of the television.

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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I will be posting an imagine sometime tonight (finally!!). Sorry it took forever to write, but it’s gonna be super long, which will hopefully make up for it.

#update

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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Once again, this week has been really busy and I’m so sorry for the inactivity. I’ve barely had any time to write, and I feel awful about it. I’m really hoping I can post an imagine this weekend, because I really do enjoy writing them and I have so many great requests. Thanks for reading and being super supportive, you all are the best!

#update #the one im writing now is really cute and fluffy #I'm gonna try and post it before Sunday

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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do you do Tyler imagines?

Yes!

#if you guys send it Tyler requests I'll write them!#littlestgraeson

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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CANCER IS SO GOOD I’M SOBBING

#twenty one pilots #cancer

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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One where one night Josh and Y/N get drunk and admit their feelings and kiss in front of everyone. Then the next morning they don't remember and Tyler has to explain what happened?

I’m sorry this took me such a long time to get out. I hopeit’s sort of what you wanted though. Thanks for requesting!

Last Night (A JoshDun Imagine)

Trigger Warnings:Alcohol, Language

You don’t remember how many shots you took last night, ormuch of anything for that matter; all you know is that the sun streamingthrough the window is blinding and your head is pounding so violently, you feellike it’s going to knock you over.

It wasn’t until your eyes were fully open that you realizedyou weren’t in your bedroom. In fact, you weren’t even in your own house. Aftera moment of panic, it dawned on you that you were in Tyler and Jenna’s guestbedroom.

Groaning, you rolled out of bed, ignoring the pulsing painin your head, and headed for the bathroom, the cold floor an unwelcomedsurprise on your bare feet.

The reflection you saw in the mirror was not pretty in theleast. Your usually-bright eyes were groggy-looking and bloodshot. Your hairwas a tousled mess, and you realized you weren’t even in your own clothes, butinstead were dressed in a pair of bright pink pajamas, presumable Jenna’s. How much did you drink last night? Knowingthere wasn’t much you could do to improve your appearance, you sighed andflicked off the light before heading down the hall.

Padding your way into the kitchen, you found Jenna and Tylersitting at the kitchen table, talking in low voices. When Jenna saw you enter,her eyes lit up and she ran to greet you.

“I thought you were gonna sleep forever! How are youfeeling?”

“Um… not too great.” You replied, wincing at how loud hervoice was. “How are you guys not, uh, hungover?”

“I’ve got a bit of a headache, but I’m sure it’s nothingcompared to what you’re feeling. You went a little wild with the shots last night.”Tyler piped up from where he was sitting the table, scrolling through his Twitterfeed. He held up a glass and gesturedfor you to sit down. “Orange juice?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Taking a seat next to Tyler, you rested your head in yourhands, trying to keep the room from spinning. The cold orange juice definitelyhelped, but you knew this wouldn’t pass anytime soon; you’d never been thishungover.

“What time is it?” A groggy-looking Josh entered, hissluggish posture and dark-rimmed eyes matching yours.

Jenna pulled out a chair for him and Josh sat downgratefully. “Almost noon. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

When Josh said he was hungry, he really meant it. Sixpancakes and three eggs later, Jenna had to cut off his supply so he wouldn’tmake himself sick.

Running his fingers through his messy pink hair, Josh lookeddown sheepishly. “Sorry, I think I went a little crazy on the shots last night.I can’t even remember most of it.”

You nodded. “Yeah, same here. Thanks for taking us home; weowe you big time.”

Tyler looked up from his phone. “Wait… you don’t rememberanything from last night? Either of you?”

Josh shook his head, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “It wasall kind of a blur to be honest. Why? Did something happen?”

Tyler slipped Jenna a quick glance, and you felt a sinkingin your stomach as you strained to remember what went down last night.

You looked over at Josh, who seemed to be just as uncomfortableas you were.

Tyler looked uneasily down at his glass of orange juice. “Um,well you were both super drunk, obviously, and you kind of…well…” You feltyourself begin to grow red as you watched him stumble over his words. “You guyskissed. A lot, actually. And you said you were ‘madly in love’.”

Your face was now burning hot. Staring down at your hands,your mind was racing; the pounding in your head was somehow five hundred timesworse than before. Shit shit shit shitshit shit shit shit.

Suddenly aware of how painfully quiet the room is, you letit all sink in. You kissed Josh. You kissedJosh. I mean yeah, you’d always had feelings for him, but you hadn’tplanned on revealing those feelings anytime soon. You felt so stupid forletting yourself get that drunk.

Jenna was the first to break the silence. “It was actuallykind of cute. I mean, until you passed out in the middle of the bar.”

Ignoring Jenna’s failed attempts to make things better, youswallowed hard. You felt like you were going to be sick. How could you havebeen so stupid? Still not daring to lookup at your friends, you scooted your chair away from the table and darted forthe hallway bathroom.

Once the bathroom door was closed behind you, you couldn’thold back the hot tears stinging your eyes any longer. You slid down the wall andinto a heap on the cold tile floor, mentally yelling at yourself for losingself-control. Though the tears slid rapidly down your cheeks, you made sure youdidn’t make a sound. The whole situation was bad enough without them knowingthat you were crying.

You sat there for a few minutes, behind the safety of the closeddoor. You weren’t sure what to do. You couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever, sobbingat your own stupidity. But you couldn’t leave and face everyone either. Beforeyou had time to decide what to do, a knock at the door chose for you.

You didn’t say anything at first, not until you heard Josh’svoice call your name softly.

“(Y/N)?”

Trying to keep your voice from breaking, you replied with asmall “What?” Your voice broke anyway.

“Can we talk for a second?”

You didn’t reply, but instead wiped your eyes on yoursleeve, hoping they weren’t swollen from crying.

The door creaked open just slightly, and Josh peeked hishead around. You looked down at the floor, still too uncomfortable to make eyecontact. Closing the door behind him, Josh walked over silently and sat downnext to you, his back against the wall.

It was you who spoke first, so fast and so suddenly that yousurprised yourself. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make our friendship awkward,and I didn’t mean to make things awkward for Tyler and Jenna, and I’m-”

Josh pressed a finger to your lips to silence you. Youlooked up at him for the first time since Tyler broke the news, and you sawthat he wasn’t angry. Instead, his features were soft and gently.

“Hey, it’s not your fault. I was drunk too.” He whispered, playingwith a sting his shirt.

You dug your nails into your palm to repress the tears,refusing to let Josh see you cry. “I’m so stupid, I just kept taking shots andI don’t know what got into me.”

“No, no you’re not stupid. I don’t really remember much fromlast night, but I… I’m glad that this happened.”

Confused, you looked up at him again. “What?”

Josh continued to tug at the string, twisting it around his fingers.“I wasn’t really sure how to tell you this, but now just seems like the righttime. Yeah, I was drunk last night, really drunk. So were you. But I really do like you. A lot. And I wish Iremembered kissing you last night, because I’ve wanted to do that for a reallylong time.”

Stunned, it takes you a moment to get the words out. “M-metoo.”

Josh’s tired eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really.” You laughed a little under your breath. “I’membarrassed I that I revealed it in the middle of a bar at two a.m., but yeah,I’ve liked you for a long time.”

The grin spreading across Josh’s face was so wide and sogenuine, you couldn’t help but smile too.

He looked at you, his dark eyes hopeful. “So, do you want to redo that kiss? Sober thistime?”

Smiling, you nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck,pressing your lips against his in one swift motion. It felt so good, kissinghim after having wanted to for so long. When you finally let go, Josh’s cheekswere pink and his eyes crinkled into a smile to match yours. All the shame of themorning was forgotten. You had never been happier.

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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I know exactly how you feel. School's been crappy for me for the past few weeks. Take all the time you need.

Aw thank you so much. I feel so bad about not posting, but there will be an imagine tonight for sure! (and I hope school gets a bit less-sucky for both of us haha)

#anon

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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I am so, so sorry that I haven’t posted an imagine this week. I got caught up in school and such and things have just been a bit crazy. But, I’m working on an imagine right now, and it will definitely be posted sometime tonight. Thanks for dealing with my shitty posting schedule, I love you all.

#update

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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Sorry I haven’t posted in a few days. School is keeping me super busy so I don’t have a ton of time to write. I’m going to start another request tonight, so hopefully it will be posted within the next few days. Thanks for being patient; you all are the best :))

#update #I'm getting so many good requests though I'm so excited to write them

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joshhdunimagines · 9 years ago

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Can I request an imagine where Josh attempts to dye a streak of the reader's hair pink, and it makes a mess and they're laughing and happy and it ends all fluffy like, like maybe watching Catfish marathons? Omg I love your writing xx :D

Ah thank you so much!! This was such a cute prompt! Sorryit’s a bit short, but I hope it’s what you wanted (:

Pink (A Josh DunImagine)

Trigger Warnings:None, just 100% fluff (!!)

“I’ve never actually dyed someone else’s hair before.” Joshsaid absentmindedly as he worked the color through a strip of your hair.

“Wait, what? You’d better not mess this up or I swear…” Youwarned him, only half kidding.

Josh gave you a playful grin through the mirror. “Relax,it’ll look fine. We’ll be matching!”

You wiped the pink running down your forehead with analready-stained towel. When he offered to dye a strip of your hair pink likehis, you thought nothing could go wrong, but the bubblegum-colored splatterscovering the bathroom tile and countertop proved otherwise. It looked like amassacre.

“Is it always this messy when you dye your hair?” You asked him, biting your lip to keep from laughing atthe mess.

“Sometimes. You should’ve seen the bathroom after my firsttime. My mom had me scrubbing color off the floor for weeks.”

Laughing at the thought, you watched him through the mirror.He was squinting in concentration as he applied the last little bit of color toyour hair. “Done.” He stepped back to admire his work. “Now we just have towait.”

“Ughhh…” You sighed dramatically. “You didn’t tell me thiswould take so long.”

“What did you expect?” Josh laughed, pulling the stainedtowel off your shoulders. “Uh-oh.”

You froze, preparing for the worst. “What did you do thistime?”

“Um, I hope you weren’t too attached to that shirt.”

You looked down at your gray t-shirt, now adorned withdrippy pink stripes. It wasn’t long until you and Josh were bursting withlaughter. “How did you manage to do that?You asked him between gasps.

He just shrugged. “I guess a strip of hair wasn’t enough, Ihad to dye your shirt too.” He flashed you a sly smile. “I think it’s cute;maybe you’ll start a trend.”

“Yeah, well,” You teased him, picking up the bottle of handsoap off the counter and pumping a few foamy squirts into your hand. “What doyou think about this?” Before hecould run, you squashed the soap pile onto his shirt, rubbing it around withyour hand. “Is this trendy?”

The shock on Josh’s face quickly melted into a smug grin. “Oh,you’re gonna regret that.”

You let out a shriek and dove to hide behind the chair asJosh grabbed the spray bottle full of water from the counter. “Don’t you dare…”You warned him, but your protests were ignored. You screeched from behind thechair, laughing as he pelted you with cold water. You pumped soap onto hissocked feet as he continued to spray you, grinning wildly.

Dashing to the tub, you grabbed the bottle of shaving creamand held it in front of you defensively. “Don’t make me spray you!”

In response, Josh spritzed the bottle in your face. Yougasped openmouthed, but you couldn’t keep your eyes from crinkling into asmile. You aimed the shaving cream can at the top of his head, letting thecream spray wildly into his hair, howling with laughter when he grabbed ahandful and rubbed it into your gray-turned-pink shirt. You two were breathinghard by the time the laughing finally subsided.

“Do you think your hair survived the battle?” A smiling Joshasked you, wiping the soap off his shirt with his hand.

“My hair should be fine. I think it’s the bathroom that tookthe biggest hit.” You chuckled, surveying the chaotic smears of pink and whitecovering every inch of the room.

Josh helped you wash the dye out of your hair, and you hadto say, considering the circumstances, the final product was pretty good. Thestreak stood out from the rest of your hair nicely.

After a mutual decision to clean the bathroom later, youslipped on a fresh shirt and Josh did the same. Ten minutes later, you wereboth on the couch, snuggled up in a blanket with a big bowl of popcorn betweenyou.

It took a few minutes of channel surfing, but you finallydecided on Catfish, only because Joshliked to make up ridiculous theories about who people were dating.

Noticing a small puff of shaving cream in his hair, you leanedcloser to Josh and brushed it out with your fingers. He still smelled likelavender soap. You rested your head up against his chest, rising ever soslightly with every breath he took.

“I bet that girl’s actually dating Will Smith.” He mumbled.

“Nah, it’s gotta be her ex.”

“Or an alien.”

“Or an alien.” You laughed in agreement.

“Hey,” He said, rubbing his thumb gently over your hand.“You’re really pulling off the shaving-cream-in-the-eyebrow look.”

Pursing your lips, you playfully slugged him in the arm.“Don’t make me get the soap again.”

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