A\N: Sorry, I haven"t proofread this yet, so know that there probably will be typos etc!
Plot: omg hello so would you be able to write an imagine with josh about how you have really bad anxiety and you just come home every night for a few weeks really drunk and he tries to help you??
Imagine: Josh Dun x Y/N
Warnings: Alcohol, anxiety
Last time you checked the clock, which was a long time ago by now, it said 11 PM. After that you’d lost not only track of the passing hours, but also yourself. Your mind had starter buzzing some time ago, which meant: GET OUT OF HERE!
But your feelings gotten the best of you. Your mind was a blur, and the feeling of anxiety made your senseless and vulnerable to anyone or anything around you.
It had all started earlier that night, when you and your best friend Josh had fought. You’d told him about the party you’d been invited to.
/ FLASHBACK \
“Sorry, I can’t hang tonight,J,” you passed around your room, phone in hand, while waiting for him to respond. “I- uh have plans.”
You knew very well, how Josh felt about you and parties. He didn’t like it. Josh wasn’t an ass, but just overprotective, because he knew about me and my anxiety attacks. We had those in common.
“You sound like someone who’s up to no good. Mind sharing?”
I sighed. Busted.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just Jenna throwing a little party tonight.”
A sigh travelled it’s way into my ear.
“You know what I think about those… You can’t handle them, Y/N… You get anxious, panic and then in an attempt to blend in and comfort yourself; You drink your brains out. It has happened before, and it could totally happen again.”
“I know, but I can’t just stay at home and do nothing forever, Josh!”
“I agree, but you could go with me to the movies instead! That way you get to leave the house, without getting hurt.”
I felt myself getting annoyed with his statements. He might be my best friend, but right then, he was just acting like my dad or something.
“Oh stop it! I can’t stand you, when you’re like this!”
I could easily tell that he was confused, shocked even.
“Don’t act like you don’t want me to go with you instead of attending Jenna’s party.”
“I’m not… What’s your point here?”
“You’re just pissed, because I’m gonna spend time with other people.”
Silence. I had to check that neither of us had hung up. Nope. Still on.
“I can’t believe you. You make me sick right now, Y/N.”
Hearing those words coming from him really hit me. Hard. My chest suddenly felt tight, and it was like someone had placed tons of bricks on my shoulder.
“I can’t do this. If you can’t realize that I’m only trying to look out for you and your wellbeing, then there’s no good reason for me to stick around. Bye, Y/N.”
Beep, beep, beep.
I looked at my phone and saw that the call had indeed been ended. The sadness from hurting and doubting my best friend was so strong, that it took over and turned into mad anger. So much that my brain twisted the whole situation, instead of letting me come back to my senses. For some reason I was persuaded: I was going out tonight, and not even Josh was gonna hold me back.
/END OF FLASHBACK\
I should’ve listened to him. Why am I so stupid? What time is it? I can’t even remember how many drinks I’ve had by now. I was fumbling around the crowded room, when suddenly a blonde walked up to me.
“Hey, Y/N. You okay?”
“Yeahhhhhhh, turtally fine. Have we met?” My words were as clear as my vision.
“Eh- It’s me. Jenna?”
“Oh, nice to meet you, Jenny. I have a friend with that exact same name.” I paused in my drunkness. “I think?”
Without giving it a second thought, I felt my body, which was out of my control, push past the blonde and continue further into the crowd. Everything was so loud, and the lights and colors all mixed in some annoying kind of blurred rainbow. Make. It. Stop.
By then I must’ve reached some kind of dance floor, because people started crowding around me and I felt my the air get thicker. So thick that I felt it get stuck in my throat, making it impossible for it to get to my head.
My already heavy breathing hitched. I needed to get out of hear. Sweat formed on my forehead, but I wasn’t sure if it was caused by the heat or my body freaking out. All I knew was that I needed air. Fresh air. Now!
I stumbled all around the room for what seemed like forever, not being offered any help, before I reached a door. I didn’t know where it’d lead me, but I stopped thinking twice about 3 drinks ago.
I opened the door, while holding onto what felt like my last breath, when I suddenly fell through the door and was hit by not only what seemed to be the sidewalk, but also the cool air of the night. Or morning… Whatever time it was. So I just laid there for a while, breathing heavily, trying to even out my breathing. That’s when I started crying, for what I thought was no reason.
“I need hrome,” I choked out.
And with that mindset, I got off the ground and started walking. I didn’t really know where my almost blown out brain was making me go, but I trusted it. Don’t ask me why. You’d think people would stop and help, when they saw a crying girl stumbling through the streets, but no one did…
After a walk that seemed to last forever, even though I don’t seem to remember much of it, I finally found myself standing in front of a door. My brain automatically made me knock, not even knowing who lived behind it.
I knocked and knocked and knocked. No one.
So I let my tired legs crumble under me, as the tears spilled on my red cheeks and I surrendered to the weakness of my body. I felt myself falling asleep against the cold door. That was until it suddenly disappeared and I fell against two, soft poles.
I heard a warm voice. It felt like home, which made my cry. Again.
I suddenly felt two arms wrap around me, and my body was now resting against someone instead of something. The firm chest felt familiar.
“Yeah, it’s Joshy,” His chuckling lips were pressed to the top of my head.
“How come I’m hrere and not there?” I pointed at nothing, before my arm fell back against my body. It was too weak.
Sigh. “I really don’t know, but I’m glad you are.” Silence fell over us, as I felt his strong arms hug me closer, before he started stroking mine. “God, you’re so stupid, Y/N… And God I love you anyways.”
I was still crying, but his kind words made me cry even harder.
“I lurv you too, Jish.”
“Uhumm… You better, because you’re coming inside with me.”
“Cool,” I croaked out tiredly.
Next thing I knew, he lifted my limp body and carried me inside, where he placed me in his warm bed. Then he left.
“Nooooo,” I cried out. “Come back, I’m so sryyyyyyy. I won’t party evr again.”
“Don’t you worry your little, drunk head too much. I was just grabbing you a clean shirt.”
I felt him take off my sweaty shirt, before sliding a fresh, soft one on me, before pulling off my uncomfortably tight skirt.
“There you go. Feel better?” He hovered over me, and his beautiful, brown eyes seemed to be the first clear image that night. I nodded, which made him send me that stupid smile of his.
“Good. Now sleep. See you tomorrow for a rough round of hangovers,” he chuckled before placing the covers over my body and dumping his body next to mine. Even when my brain was nowhere near clear, he still seemed to be. I loved clear.